Down Bad

From the moment she stepped foot inside the home, Kara sensed that something was off - not because of the exotic decorations within the house, the strange incense which filled the air, or the fact that her friends, Kennel and Leech, were adorned black and white stripes respectively. The circumstances may have been rather peculiar, but that was to be expected with the perverted pegasus and lecherous unicorn - no, the real thing that set her nerves on edge was the hulking, extraordinarily well-built zebra who lingered just beyond the foyer. Glancing over at Fenris, her coltfriend, she scrunched her snout.

“Is something wrong?” Leech asked over her shoulder, sauntering over to the tall, striped stud.

“Just give us a second,” Fenris cheerfully noted, pulling his marefriend closer with a wing.

Kara lowered her head and kept her voice low, leaning in and bringing herself face to face with her lover. “I thought they said this was going to be a foursome - not an orgy…”

“Come on ~ what is there to worry about?” Fenris lightly snickered. “It’s not like we haven’t had fun with them before.”

“But what’s with that stallion? They didn’t mention anything about a zebra,” Kara grumbled, glancing over his wing at the stallion. “I’m all for having a good time, but I’m not sure about having an unexpected fifth -”

“Are you worried?” Okuta rumbled, cutting her off and stepping forward.

Kara reared back and rose to her full height and whipped to face the approaching stallion. “I’m sorry ~ who are you?”

“My apologies, I am Okuta,” the zebra announced, stopping and giving a subtle bow. “I’ve heard many good things about you and your coltfriend from my playthings.”

Leech and Kennel giggled like a pair of school fillies, flanking the stud and pressing themselves to his sides. It wasn’t unusual to see them acting strangely, considering they were both rather loose and experimental with amorous affairs, yet this felt different. Something about the way they clung to the stallion, how they’d been painted, and that they’d neglected to mention Okuta at all smacked of something wrong.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Fenris replied, trotting over to the banded stallion while amiably extending a wing. “I’m Fenris and this is Kara, my marefriend. We’re just a little confused that - well, that Kennel and Leech hadn’t spoken of you earlier.”

“They tend to be forgetful little things,” Okuta chuckled, lifting a forehoof to tussle Kennel’s mane. “I must confess, I’m a bit confused myself. I wouldn’t have thought that my mares would invite ponies with predispositions to my home.”

“Excuse me?!” Kara barked, stomping a hoof and storming over. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but what the hell do you mean by predispositions?”

The zebra held his ground, solemnly looked to Kennel and Leech, then gave a small nod, before turning his attention to the irate mare before him. “Predispositions,” he repeated, his deep voice cutting through the air. “I’m fully aware that many of your kind consider us unwanted or, in some cases, inferior to yourselves. My mares assured me that you two would be more welcoming but, alas, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

Fenris knit his brow, his lip twitching and threatening to curl. “Well we’re neither of those, so you can take that assumption about us and shove it up your ass.”

“Hah!” Okuta boomed, reaching out and slapping the pegasus’ shoulder. “So it’s the third concern then - warranted, given the circumstances, but only marginally less unfortunate.”

Shaking her head, seconds from giving the big bastard a piece of her mind, Kara coughed and cleared her throat. It may have been her imagination, but the incense seemed to be even stronger and thicker as she’d moved away from the front door - the front door which, looking back, she didn’t remember closing. As she glanced over at her coltfriend, seeing him rubbing his eyes, she gave an annoyed snort.

“What third concern?” she pressed, irritated but curious nonetheless.

The zebra turned in place, keeping his eyes trained on his guests, and brazenly cocked a hind leg to display his loins. “That I’d outperform your coltfriend and drive a wedge between you two…”

“Might be kind of hard,” Leech tittered, levitating a pair of teacups over to the pair of stunned ponies. “Fenris is pretty impressive…” She flinched, smiling over at Okuta. “But he’s nothing compared to you, Master!”

Trotting behind her friend and tapping the jeweled choker at her neck, Kennel fanned an ornate display of wildly colorful flowers. “Master is so incredible in bed. I don’t think I could ever go back to any ordinary stallion after being with him.”

“Mares, please control yourselves,” Okuta softly tutted, remaining motionless while his stallionhood swelled and twitched in tune with his heart. “You must forgive them, though their flattery isn’t unjust.”

“I…I don’t…” Kara waveringly began, mindlessly extending a foreleg to accept the tea. “M-Master…?”

Only eventually realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, lowered her leg, and listed heavily to one side. As she bumped into Fenris, nearly setting him off balance, she looked to his face and froze. She’d fully expected to see him angry, furious with the insinuation that some stranger could show her a better time than himself, but that wasn’t the case. Staring at the zebra’s immense endowment, her coltfriend swallowed hard and licked his lips.

Through sheer force of will alone, she stood tall, turned to face her arrogant, immodest host, and spit on the floor. “Not like it’s any of your fucking business, but nopony could ever come close to how amazing Fenris is in b…bed.”

“Nopony yet,” Okuta corrected, gradually lowering his leg and concealing his imposing, obsidian length and ripe, pendulous nuts from view. “I will say, he does look quite impressive, though still nothing compared to me.” He eyes Fenris up and down, smirking. “Though he’d make a good slut…~”

Kara stood firm, gritting her teeth. “I…I…”

Though Kara didn’t consciously budge, she lowered her head to get one final look at the zebra’s goods. Stars above - were all zebras hung like that? While she’d heard rumors and whispers about how capable the exotic equines were with carnal matters, she would have never guessed she’d have an opportunity to fool around with one. Growing and rubbing her temple, trying in vain to dislodge several scandalous thoughts from her mind, she was caught by surprise when the titan inched toward her.

“My mares have told me that you and your coltfriend are rather worldly - going off on adventures and the sort,” Okuta continued, looming over the couple. “Considering how intrepid you are, not to mention your unshakable devotion to one another, perhaps we can put that courage of yours to the test?”

“H…how?” Kara stammered, catching the first whiff of his heady scent.

With a smile splitting his muzzle, the zebra languidly wheeled around and motioned for his guests to follow. “It’s quite simple and I have no doubt that the both of you will enjoy yourselves immeasurably. I’ll play with you,” he chuckled, glancing back and winking at her, “while my playthings entertain your coltfriend.”

The aroma from Kennel’s flowers flooded their sinuses, and it felt as if their minds were layered in a fog, yet Kara and Fenris couldn’t rationalize to question it. The couple thoughtlessly followed the giant stallion down a short hallway and into a large bedroom of sorts. As soon as they got a look at the chamber, watching their host step up and onto an oversized bed, they realized he’d fully planned for a sensual group event. Lit by candles, and littered with vividly colored flower petals of varying shapes and sizes, the expansive mattress on which the stud stood was festooned with pillows.

Without waiting for their friends’ reply, Leech and Kennel, who’d apparently been trailing them through the home, squeezed into the room, saw themselves onto the bed, and began fawning over their massive mate. As Okuta eased himself down, rolling to his side, the duo sweetly sighed while shamelessly nuzzling and lapping at his goods. It wasn’t the first time Kara or Fenris had seen such a thing before, being intimately familiar with how lustful their companions could be, yet they observed the spectacle in open awe.

“So how about it?” Okuta hummed, utterly indifferent to the worship being lavished upon him. “Would you two like to join us?”

Though Kara’s instinct was to agree without question, she growled and clamped her eyes shut - that was before the sound of hooves on hardwood sundered her concentration. Peeking over, seeing Fenris drifting toward the bed, she reflexively stepped back. “Fen!”

Her coltfriend paused for a fleeting second, peeking over at her with an uneasy smile. “Like he could ever rock your world the way I do - besides, I wouldn’t mind showing Leech and Kennel a good time.”

He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. They’d been a couple for well over a year, and had known one another for several months prior to that, yet they’d never exactly been monogamous. Sharing their bed with a mutually agreed upon third or fourth, including both Kennel and Leech on a number of occasions, was relatively common, and they’d each had a fair number of solo flings in the past, so she struggled to find a reason not to fling herself onto the mattress for a bit of fun. Taking a small step forward, seeing her companions tittering and guiding her lover to one side of the mattress, she licked her lips.

“Is that a yes?” Okuta mused, steadily getting to his hooves and invitingly slapping his turgid cock against his underbelly. “Or would you rather forego any involvement and wonder what you’ve missed.”

“Fuck you,” Kara hissed, jumping onto the bed. “The sooner you finish, the sooner you can watch my coltfriend show you how to really make love to a mare.”

As she leaned forward and pressed her chest to the mattress, bracing her legs and flicking her tail out to one side, the zebra moved behind her, eyed her winking, slavering marehood, and snickered to himself. “I’m sure you’re right - in fact, once your beloved has finished with my concubines, I’ll give you two my undivided attention.”

Glaring back at him, she took a wide stance. “Just get this over with so I can show you how a real stallion does it.”

Without losing his cocky grin, staying totally silent, he straightened up, reared onto his hind legs, and mounted her. As his weight settled on her, she stifled a grunt. There was no way in Tartarus she was going to give him an ounce of gratification - not with how conceited and off-puttingly easygoing as he was. Defiantly throwing her hips back, doing her darnedest to show him who was really in charge of the situation, she shivered when her marehood bumped against what felt like a hoof.

Pushing herself up and glancing down her chest, past her modest teats, she went rigid. Though she’d seen his equipment from afar, understanding that he was on the larger side, having the immense appendage pressed to her entrance gave her a rare moment of hesitation. Casting aside the trace of fear which shot through her, she steeled herself and braced her hind legs.

“Here we go,” he sighed, ramming his hips forward.

In the span of less than a heartbeat, her depths went from unfilled to stretched to their utmost limit. The intrusion was so sudden and merciless that she had no time to react, merely giving a startled gasp as his broad cock-head slammed against her cervix; as unexpected as his plunge was, unprepared for the shock, she recovered quickly. Shudderingly lowering her chest, she glowered back at him and forced a smirk.

“Is t…that all?” she coldly asked, unable to keep a quaver from her voice.

Okuta met her stare with unshaken resolve, as he slowly withdrew a fraction of his shaft. “I’m quite impressed - then again, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he coolly noted, giving a halfhearted thrust. Lifting his gaze and smiling all the broader, he nodded to the far side of the mattress. “Seems as though your coltfriend is enjoying the show…”

Kara turned, fully anticipating either Leech or Kennel to be blowing or fucking themselves on Fenris, but what she found was all the more disconcerting. Propped up on a particularly large pillow, pinned on his back, the pair of impish mares teased her mate relentlessly. It wasn’t all that surprising that the devilish duo caressed his sides and kissed his neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ears, but they’d left his throbbing stallionhood untouched.

Reaching behind the cushion propping her stallion up, Leech retrieved a slender, vaguely phallic toy, briefly coated it in her saliva, and guided it to Fenris’ twitching pucker. “Wouldn’t want you to waste your load before your little marefriend shows our Master who’s boss ~ would we?”

Under ordinary circumstances, Fenris would have been an absolute beast, doing his best to please both mares at the same time, yet that was anything but the case. As he panted and drooled over his chest, eyes glazed over as he breathed in the fragrance of a flower Kennel held to his muzzle, he never looked away from his lover. Only the slightest whimper escaped him, while the toy slipped into his backside and ground against his p-spot.

It was only then, seeing him in the bizarre, enthralled state, that Kara got the vaguest sense of what was happening. While she couldn’t put her hoof directly on what was happening, she realized that she and her coltfriend had fallen into some sort of trap. Be it from a hypnotic spell, some sort of aphrodisiac, or possibly some combination of the two, they were being manipulated by some unseen force - sadly, as Okuta draped himself over her and blew hotly into her ear, her mental focus was shattered.

Increasing his pace ever so slightly, slapping his nuts against her engorged clit, the massive stallion sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her. “Who do you think will cum first ~ you or your little coltfriend?”

“N…neither,” she sputtered, her words laying in stark contrast to her welling bliss.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Okuta murmured, pushing himself up and grabbing her dock.

Angling his thrusts to grind his thick, fleshy medial ring against her g-spot, he smacked her toned behind and pounded into her. It would have been difficult enough to maintain her composure while being split open by somepony so insanely huge, yet his technique was beyond reproach. Clamping her eyes shut, trying and failing to ignore just how incredible she felt, the sound of shifting fabric caught her ear.

“Isn’t he amazing?” Leech breathed, twisting to face her. “This is what mares like us were made for - to serve a god of virility like him.”

Baring her teeth, Kara scowled over at the slatternly unicorn. “Shut up.”

Undeterred, bringing one of the unusual blossoms closer, Leech sighed and rolled her eyes. “Just wait until he really gets going. You can feel it, your womb shifting and readying itself for his divine seed, preparing you to be a mother ~ can’t you?”

Kara shuddered and breathed in yet more of the intoxicating bouquet, inching closer and closer to her limit - nevertheless, purely out of fight, she battled against the onslaught of bliss. She could and likely should have put things to an end right then and there, bucking the impudent bastard off and leaving, yet she found it increasingly difficult to think, much less move. A war between her primal id and her higher self was waging in her mind - a war she was losing with each plunge of the zebra’s gargantuan length.

With each motion of his powerful hips, he chipped away at her resolve. In all her life, never had she experienced something so intense, so astoundingly phenomenal, but she wasn’t about to cave to her impulses - not yet. Throwing her ass back, she rebelliously met his thrusts with the tenacity which had seen her through far more dire circumstances. Okuta may have been big and skilled, but he was a stallion like any other.

Meeting her zeal with vehemence of his own, eclipsing her efforts without any effort whatsoever, he drove her face into the mattress. “That’s right, make me work for it.”

She tried to bark at him, to knock a hole in the pride, yet all she could manage was a guttural groan. Her eyelids fluttered, her depths convulsed, and a tremor crept into her thighs, as she was pushed to the very limits of what she could endure. As unthinkable as it was, having bested monsters and ponies alike on her journeys across Equestria, she was about to be outdone by a striped scoundrel she’d only just met - or so she thought.

Seconds from crossing the threshold, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm radiating from deep in her abdomen, he stopped. A part of her was immeasurably relieved, yet a deeper, far more insidious portion of herself flew into a panic. She was so close, so very close to what would have been a spectacular climax, that her heart skipped a beat.

“I guess that settles it,” Okuta grumbled, lazily hauling his shaft from her snug confines. “You truly are an indomitable creature, so I concede.”

“I…wha…why’d you stop?” she pleaded without thinking.

The zebra cocked a brow and peered down at her. “Would you like me to continue? I hardly think it’s fair, given how resolute you are, but it’s your choice…”

Glancing over at Fenris, seeing his hips twitch and stallionhood weeping pre-cum, Kara was stricken with a terrifying mixture of pity, shame, and dread. She adored every moment she spent with him, and he was certainly superior to a vast majority of pony stallions in bed, yet to say he’d ever brought her to the brink so quickly without magic would be an outright lie. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever was affecting her, either sorcery or some alchemical factor in the air, had hindered her otherwise formidable endurance and willpower - still, the consolation did little to comfort her. Averting her gaze, wracked with indecision, she shook her head.

“Perhaps I have a solution,” Okuta thoughtfully remarked. “Considering how much your coltfriend seems to be enjoying himself, maybe we should let him take a more active role. Kara, push yourself up for me.”

She didn’t hesitate, planting her forehooves and rising from the mattress. It only took her a second to comprehend what he’d planned, as Leech and Kennel turned Fenris and carefully slid him under her. With his face just beneath her groin, given a perfect view of her stuffed, quivering entrance, she gazed down at his groin.

Dipping her head and opening her mouth, fully intent to suck him off, she was stopped by a pair of hooves pressed to her cheeks. The stud’s duo of concubines, having shifted Fenris into position, turned their attention to her. As they brought their snouts to her ears, stroking her mane and rubbing her shoulders, they unabashedly pawed at their nethers.

“It would be a shame for you to spoil him,” Kennel sweetly whispered.

Leech nodded and gently nibbled the mare’s ear. “He’ll have his turn soon enough, be patient…”

“I…I was - Mmmmph,” Kara whimpered, as Okuta began railing her once again.

Fearful to look back at him, scared of what haughty expression his adonic face may hold, she peered down at her mate’s endowment. Though she’d never admit it to anypony, she couldn’t help but lament that he wasn’t a bit bigger than he was - sure he was a capable lover, larger than most ponies by any standard, yet his endowment was a mere fraction of what was rearranging her insides. While she’d once viewed him as a pinnacle of masculinity, placing him on a pedestal, his standing in her eyes was left in doubt.

As if sensing her thoughts, the stud’s proud laughter cut her to the quick. “So how do I compare to your coltfriend?”

She didn’t answer - couldn’t answer; the only thing she could manage was to incoherently mewl while peering down at Fenris’ package. Her motions faltered, allowing him to take full control, as she was rocked forward and back by the zebra’s thrusts. She was so lost to the moment, relishing the fullness of his cock, that she nearly forgot to answer him.

“Well?” he continued, his hips slowing.

“Y…you’re pretty good,” she anxiously replied, keeping her voice low.

Giving her a particularly fierce plunge, threatening to breach her inner gate, he snorted. “That’s not an answer. Speak up, I’m sure Fenris will want to hear you.”

Feeling her mouth go dry, she gulped. “You’re good…”

“I asked how I compared to your coltfriend,” he noted, fucking her harder and faster than ever. “Unless you want me to stop, maybe you should answer me.”

She was never scared to deal with anypony, yet his question gave her a moment for pause. He was better than Fenris in virtually every way, larger, more domineering, and with a stallionhood gifted from the gods themselves, yet she wouldn’t - no, couldn’t say it. Sensing him withdraw, she reflexively fought his retreat.

“Better,” she muttered, seeing Fenris’ dick spasm.

“Louder,” Okuta insisted, leaving just the tip of his length within her.

With her sanity fraying, teetering on the brink, her desperation got the better of her. “I s…said you’re better!”

Her confession was promptly rewarded, as the stud atop her went absolutely wild. Using every bit of strength he had, plowing her like a verdant field in spring. She’d begrudgingly developed a fondness for his ministrations until that moment, but that changed in an instant. All the pleasure she’d felt, the bittersweet joy of being used, was gone in a flash - replaced by ecstasy she didn’t think possible.

The orgasm which struck her was like none other, as brutal as it was swift to wrack her, and nearly caused her to collapse - nearly. Locked in place, keeping her lower half upright, her hind legs doggedly held firm. It took everything she had not to howl out in bliss, refusing to let Fenris hear her rapturous cry, but she wasn’t the only one struggling.

With her eyes screwed closed, she felt something hot and wet splash against her neck and jaw. An ominous giggling drifted to her ears, followed by a pitiful whining sound, as she summoned the courage to see what had happened. To her disbelief, without so much as having his stallionhood touched, her beloved coltfriend had cum.

The only stimulation he’d had, aside from the show, was the dildo being steadily pumped in and out of his deliciously toned rump. She’d only ever made him climax from anal alone on one occasion, and that had been with the help of a strap-on and nearly an hour of edging him! As mystifying as it was, having only taken a few minutes, Leech and Kennel had made him peak with next to no effort.

Her jaw flapped uselessly, strings of her saliva mingling with his spunk, as she stared down at his spasming, softening length. How - how could this have happened? Whatever was effecting them must have been stronger than she’d first thought, that or Fenris harbored some penchant for abuse - whatever the case, she could hardly believe her eyes. As disquieting as the development was, still grappling with the seemingly unending influx of raw bliss, she was rocked by a subconscious thought. For whatever reason, she wasn’t upset, she wasn’t angry, and she wasn’t saddened - she was more turned on than ever.

Skyrocketing toward a second climax, she succumbed to her repressed urges. As much as she cared for Fenris, his release was the nail in her coffin. She hated herself for it, but she fully understood that Okuta was just better than her coltfriend - heck, her lover hadn’t even lasted long enough to rut her! Though she wasn’t fully aware of it, her subconscious embraced that the stallion claiming her, quite possibly destroying her chances of ever enjoying a lesser stallion, deserved to savor her.

Collecting herself, if only just, she rhythmically milked his pistoning shaft with what little strength she could muster. Pleased with her efforts, he continued to reforge her insides to suit his needs. Regardless of her exploits, ego, or her past experiences, her role was made manifest - he was a stud, she was a mare, and she should take joy from being bred by such a fine specimen.

Her second climax was followed by a third, and then a fourth and fifth, until her forelegs gave out. With her face pressed to Fenris’ equipment, smearing her cheek in his jizz, she lost herself. With her inhibitions a fleeting memory, on the cusp of blacking out, she felt it - the zebra’s flaring cock pummeling her cervix. Shakily peering back at him, seeing his chest heave, she knew full well what was about to happen.

Shooting forward, just as he forced his way into her womb, Okuta bit her collar and came. The sensation of his scalding seed pouring through his pulsing length, filling her completely, paired with the pain of his teeth sinking into her flesh was too much to bear. Giving voice to her rapture, screaming out in rapturous surrender, she peaked like she never had before.

She couldn’t say what happened after his climax, nor how long she’d been unconscious, but a euphoric haze greeted her when she finally opened her eyes. At some point or another, presumably after she’d fainted, the zebra had pulled out and rolled her to her side. As she lay atop the mattress, seeing Kennel and Leech licking his slickened length and weighty balls clean, a strange sensation caused her to start.

With his snout wedged between her thighs, Fenris lapped at her gaped, cum-filled marehood. She briefly wondered why he’d degrade himself in such a way, but then a sneaking suspicion dawned on her; if she’d come to realize just how extraordinary Okuta was, maybe her coltfriend had come to terms with the banded stud’s superiority as well. Lifting one leg to give him better access to her battered, tender nethers, she longingly glanced over to the stud who’d rocked her world.

“If you’re not convinced, we can go a second round,” Okuta purred, affectionately stroking his mares’ manes.

For the briefest instant, an image of her joining them danced through Kara’s mind, but she quickly dismissed it. While she’d been unprepared for him, blindsided by his size and technique, she wouldn’t suffer the same mistakes a second time. As exhausted as she was, a nervous smile crept across her face.

“If you’re up for it,” she rasped, unwilling to let victory slip from her hooves.