Down Bad

“It was only a matter of time ~ wasn’t it?” Okuta mockingly spat, watching the mare feverishly fucking herself on his lap.

Rhythmically raising and lowering her waist, Kara groaned. “M…Mmmhmm.”

The words would have stunned nearly anypony, but not Fenris. With his snout crammed to his marefriend’s entrance, licking the cocktail of the zebra’s cum and her nectar from Okuta’s stallionhood, he clenched his pucker around the toy buried in his ass and dribbled pre-cum to the bed sheet beneath himself. What he’d initially thought would be a fun night with his lover and friends had been transformative, changing his life forever.

The last month has been as hellishly depraved, and things showed no signs of stopping. A single visit to the zebra’s den had marked a turning point in his relationship - one he loathed and contemptuously loved in equal measure. Though he’d initially been displeased with the development, comprehending that he’d met his match for carnal affairs, he’d quickly learned that he wasn’t going to be abandoned.

Each time Kara, the mare he’d come to view as his soul mate, was ravished by the zebra, he’d been there. He’d watched her fall from the proud, strong willed mare she’d once been to a needy, cock-addled addict for the stud, bearing witness to her metamorphosis, and he’d willingly and somewhat excitedly accompanied her along the way. In spite of being a perfectly healthy, virile stallion, his function had gradually shifted.

Instead of taking joy from the amorous activities he’d held dear, screwing either his mate, Kennel, or Leech, during a sex party, he’d found himself reluctantly abstaining from anything that even bordered on typically masculine activities. More often than not, when he accompanied his marefriend on her increasingly regular visits to Okuta’s home, he was relegated to something of a fluffer for the striped stud and his little harem. Eating the mares out, before or after they were screwed into a coma, was commonplace, but even that had started to change.

“Do it, Master,” Kara bleated, shaking him from his thoughts. “Fill me up!”

The wild pulsing of Okuta’s length, meant one thing and one thing only - the mare was about to get her wish. Inches from the action, fondling and drawing his tongue up the zebra’s pair of clenching nuts, Fenris watched the stud’s shaft throb and fill his lover with thick, potent seed. There’d been a time when he wouldn’t have cared about such a sight, knowing that his performance was unrivaled, but that time had passed; now, watching her get bred, he felt something else entirely - a tinge of resentment.

As he shuffled back, dragging himself toward the foot of the bed, he watched the titanic stallionhood slip from Kara’s spasming cunt. Okuta’s cock flopped down to the bed, resting in a pool of the hot jizz gushing from his mate’s confines, issuing an unspoken signal for his concubines to descend. Like a pair of lascivious vultures, Kennel and Leech trotted forward, draped themselves over his thighs, and started lapping up every drop of their Master’s precious essence. Though it was debased, he wouldn’t have minded joining the duo - sadly, having been berated for such actions in the past, he refrained.

Moving to slink off the bed and relieve himself with one of the toys he’d brought, Fenris sighed. He didn’t speak of it often, but he’d always had a bit of a weakness for having his booty plundered - a weakness which had grown by leaps and bounds as of late. Though nothing was stopping him from getting his dick wet, there was something that just felt right about using something other than his endowment to get off.

Easing himself to the floor, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard movement from behind him. It wasn’t uncommon for Okuta to go for several rounds in rapid success, having a stamina that far outstripped his own, so he’d fully expected to be serenaded by blissful moans and delighted howls, yet that wasn’t the case. As a strong hoof cupped his backside, he stifled a surprised yelp.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Okuta thoughtfully cooed, coming up behind him.

“N…nothing,” Fenris testily pouted, feeling his cheeks darken. “I s…said I’m fine!”

Dismissing the reply, caressing the smaller stallion’s shockingly plump flank, the zebra hummed to himself. “It doesn’t look like you’re fine - if anything, I’d say you look a bit upset.”

As the stud tapped at the plug in his backside, Fenris’ blush only grew. “N…no.”

“Could it be you’re…” Okuta trailed off, trotting up beside and bringing his snout to his ear, “jealous.”

Fenris went rigid, his plugged tush reflexively gripping the toy. Either the zebra was far more shrewd and observant than he’d initially assumed or the exotic stallion had made a darn good guess - either way, he was put on the spot. Attempting to turn away, vainly trying to hide his embarrassment, he found himself turned to face his towering host.

“Be honest,” Okuta pressed, grinning broadly down at him.

“Maybe a little,” he hesitantly admitted.

Trotting around to face him, the stud chuckled to himself. “And why is that? Would you rather I show you a bit of affection instead of one of my mares?”

His heart fluttered, he impulsively squeezed at the plug, and a drop of pre-cum oozed from his semi-rigid member, as he kept his mouth shut and eyes on the floor. He’d be lying if he hadn’t imagined what it would be like to be mounted and screwed senseless by the stallion, but that was just a fantasy. Okuta seemed to tolerate his presence at best, allowing him to watch or involve himself in the bedroom with relatively trivial affairs, and he felt reasonably certain that the zebra had no interest in stallions - not like he’d ever considered submitting to anypony before.

“I think I have my answer,” Okuta murmured, looking back and waving at the bed. “I’d like you fine fillies to prepare my bashful little mare here,” he continued, flashing his teeth. “I want her first time to be special…”

Scarcely believing what he was hearing, annoyed and puzzlingly thrilled by what he’d just heard, Fenris scowled. “I’m not a mare.”

“Not yet,” the titan snickered, leaning in and bringing his muzzle to within an inch of the lesser stallion’s snout, “but I’ll fix that - now then, off you go.”

Before Fenris could offer a scathing rebuttal, he was surrounded and ferried away by Kara, Kennel, and Leech. Darn Okuta - darn his sonorous voice, how imposingly huge he was, the way he tasted, the scent of his heady musk. Shaking the sinful thoughts from his head, effectively pinned between and guided by the trio of mares, he found himself in a chamber he’d rarely visited - the parlor.

Somewhat of a makeshift salon, a place for the mares to tidy themselves before or after serving their stud, the room had a number of feminine creature comforts. A small sofa sat to one side, while an expansive vanity festooned with makeup rested opposite. As he drew in the scenery, his companions and marefriend scattered and put themselves to work.

“Oh oh!” Leech chirped, pulling a number of gold bangles and small chains from a jewelry chest. “She’ll look so pretty in these!”

Kennel nodded, plucking a crystalline flacon from a bureau. “Can’t forget her perfume.”

Having retrieved a small urn from the dressing table, Kara sheepishly smiled. “I bet you’re excited ~ huh?”

Though he couldn’t deny the anxious anticipation of his pounding heart, Fenris had had enough. “Anypony care to explain what’s going on here? I am not a mare!” he testily repeated, stomping his foot for emphasis.

“Haven’t you thought about what it would be like to be one though?” Kennel purred, trotting over and dabbing some of the pungent, fruity fragrance on his neck.

“Feeling his weight on your back, his hot breath in your ear,” Leech added, shivering as she clipped a golden hoop to his ear. “And don’t get me started on how magical it is to feel him cumming inside you.”

Kara, bearing a sweet smile as she dipped a brush into the crock of what appeared to be black ink, was the only one respecting his personal space and remaining still. “Fen, let’s face it, we both know that you’ve been dreaming about this.”

“No!” he croaked.

Rolling her eyes, his marefriend somberly shook her head. “You say that, but your body is a lot more honest than your muzzle is…”

He opened his mouth to say something - anything, yet he hesitated. He didn’t have to look to tell he was fully erect and leaking pre like a broken faucet. Though he subconsciously milked the plug in his rump, teasing his p-spot and making his situation worse than it already was, he took no pride in his arousal. A proud stallion like him would never get-off to the idea of being dominated by a huge, burly, big-dicked…

“H…hey!” he squawked, recoiling as Kara brushed a black stripe over his cheek.

“Hold still,” she huffed, applying more of the midnight-black bands over his indigo coat. “You don’t want me to mess this up ~ do you?”

Waiting until she dipped the brush back in the ink, keeping his mouth shut, he shook his head. It was exceptionally rare for him to wear anything other than his trusty magical scarf, the very scarf wrapped around his neck, so having three mares pretty him up was a bit odd - exhilarating, but odd nonetheless. Only occasionally risking a glance back at himself, feeling a bit silly about all the attention, he drew a breath, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled.

He’d seen Kara, Kennel, and Leech after such treatments before, typically only upon Okuta’s request, but he wouldn't have guessed he’d eventually be done up in such a scandalous fashion! As the trio moved away, finishing after applying just a touch of mascara, he turned to face the vanity’s mirror. Feeling a bit foolish by what his reflection would hold, his jaw nearly hit the floor when he got a look at himself.

The gold ear rings, choker, and bangles, the dark stripes painted over his body, and the makeup which had been expertly applied to his face was stunning, heightening his femininity by an order of magnitude. He’d always been relatively comely compared to most stallions, having been complemented by peers and strangers alike on his shapely tush, slender waist, and soft curves, yet it wasn’t until that moment that he fully appreciated his figure. As he unhurriedly turned, admiring how either Kennel or Leech had tied his tail up to leave his admittedly succulent backside exposed, he fought back a smile.

“One last thing,” Kara remarked, presenting a cup of steaming tea. “Drink this.”

Fenris took the small mug and peered into its murky contents, cocking his head. “What is it?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Leech replied.

Carrying a bottle of lube under one wing, Kennel held a hoof to her muzzle. “Just trust us and drink it ~ you’ll be thankful that you did…”

Glancing up at Kara, seeing her nod in silent agreement, he lifted the cup to his lips and sipped a mouthful of the mysterious drink. Between his friends and his lover, he wasn’t too concerned about what the brew was - actually he was a bit thankful for it. Considering how fantastic he looked, and that he trusted them implicitly, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that they’d do anything to harm him.

As he swallowed down the last mouthful of the beverage, moving to set the mug down on the bureau, a warmness radiated through him. He’d initially thought the heat was simply because the tea had been quite hot, but that proved to be anything but the case. By the time he reached his destination, having only taken a hoofful of steps, he almost felt feverish.

Leaning against the vanity, steadying himself, he struggled to think clearly. It was like he’d gone from stone-sober to tipsy over the span of mere seconds, yet there was something amiss. He somehow felt more relaxed and tense than usual, his inhibitions were dulled, and confusion he’d felt moments before had simply vanished, while a euphoric glee permeated his thoughts - thoughts that began to revolve around a particular stallion waiting for him.

Taking him by the forehoof leading him to the door, Kara shot him a wink. She didn’t say a word, nor did Leech or Kennel, as he was let out of the room, down the hallway, and to Okuta’s chamber. Following along beside his marefriend, with his companions at his back, his only concern, wasn’t that he’d been stripped of his masculinity, that his relationship with his love had taken a bizarre turn, or that three of the ponies he trusted had become enamored with a particularly imperious zebra - no, he was worried if the stud was pleased with how he looked.

Trotting to and into the stud’s room, he spotted Okuta reclined on the bed. As massive and powerful as ever, looking over with a casual indifference that spoke to the stallion’s authority, the zebra nonchalantly stroked his length and chuckled to himself. To say he was a bit intimidated would be an understatement, yet his trepidation was drowned out by his eagerness for what was to come.

“Come over here and show yourself off,” Okuta softly intoned, remaining all but motionless.

Without hesitation, Fenris obeyed the stallion’s command. Moving to the center of the floor, ensuring the stud could see him well, he lazily turned in place and displayed himself. Though he’d seen various mares parade themselves before, both inside and out of the bedroom, the motions came naturally to him - almost as though he’d known them all along. Only stopping when an approving grunt caught his ear, uncaring that Kara, Kennel, and Leech all lingered just inside the room, he cast his eyes to the floor.

Okuta rolled to his side and off the bed, his eyes never leaving the femcolt. “Impressive - very impressive. Were we back in Zebrica, you’d have stallions fighting for your attention ~ do you know that?”

Fenris wasn’t sure if the stallion’s words were truthful or not - whatever the case, the flattery made him downright giddy. “Thanks…”

“How about you come over here and lay down,” Okuta rumbled, his voice low and firm. The little pegasus complied, moving to the bed before climbing atop the sheets, but he was stopped before he could lower himself. “On your back, please - yes, there you go.”

Shifting his weight and turning onto his back, pinning his wings beneath himself, Fenris stared down his chest. He had little doubt about what was going to happen, but he’d had no way of knowing he’d be expected to face the stud! Feeling his mouth go dry, watching Okuta rear back and place a forehoof to either side of his head, he both saw and felt the zebra’s colossal stallionhood come to rest against his twitching dick.

Rocking his hips forward and back, Okuta ground his length against the pony’s smaller endowment. “How does it make you feel?”

“S…small,” Fenris breathed, his voice nearly hitching in his throat.

“Do you know why you’re like this?” the zebra hummed, continuing to gently glide his shaft over the pegasus’ groin. “Because this is where you belong. You’re so small, so weak; it’s actually insulting to think that ponies would consider both of us stallions.”

The truth, for that’s exactly what it was, struck Fenris like a gong. All these years, his entire life, he’d falsely assumed that he was a stallion, and a fine example of one at that, but he’d been wrong. Being in the presence of a true stud had shown him the error of his ways and cast a light upon the darkness of his ignorance. As he bit back a whimper, the zebra chuckled.

“This is where you belong,” Okuta quietly, almost lovingly stated. “This is why cute little mares like you roll on your back and spread your legs for me; it’s the natural order of things,” he added, balancing on one forehoof to grab a bottle of lube sitting within reach.

In his heart of hearts, Fenris knew it was true. It was a chilling thought, to comprehend a large part of his life had been a lie, but it brought an odd catharsis - like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Watching the stud step back and get into position, wincing as the plug was pulled from his backside, he licked his lips in nervous anticipation.

Kissing the head of his stallionhood to the femcolt’s entrance, his smile never wavering, Okuta looked up to the pony’s face. “Who am I?”

“My master,” Fenris responded.

The stud shifted slightly, exerting slightly more pressure to the pony’s slickened hole. “And what are you?”

“Y…your…” Fenris mumbled, feeling as though his heart may burst from his chest, “your mare…”

With all the speed and force of a glacier, wholly unstoppable, Okuta didn’t relent. “Good…”

Biting his lip, fearing he may be too small or too tight for such a gargantuan intrusion, Fenris squirmed in place. He didn’t know what he’d do if he was found wanting, an improper lover for the titan, and he shuddered to think what would happen if that was the case. As the seconds passed, his eagerness being eclipsed by alarm, it happened.

With an all but audible pop, Okuta’s cock forced its way into him. His eyes flew open, he gasped, and his pucker tensed around the battering ram-like head of the zebra’s shaft, as he was filled. The sensation was indescribable, intense beyond belief yet somehow rewarding, and it gave more weight to the stud’s words.

“Look at me,” Okuta instructed, drawing the pegasus’ eyes up to his. “I want to see your face while I claim you.”

Though Fenris tried to stay relaxed, knowing that to clench up would only make the process harder, it was a hopeless task. Inch after inch of thick, blisteringly hot shaft sank into his depths, drawing a groan from his lips. Between his excitement, the copious lube, his constant practice with sex-toys, and whatever was in the tea he’d been served, he’d somehow managed the impossible, if only just. He could feel every vein along the zebra’s shaft, moaning as his tender p-spot was utterly crushed by the behemoth, while gazing into his Master’s piercing blue eyes.

Grinning from ear to ear, having buried what had to be half of his length, Okuta pulled back slightly, leaned in, and started thrusting in earnest. “How does it feel, my pretty little mare?”

“It feels amazing,” Fenris moaned, risking a glance down at himself.

It may have been his imagination, but he didn’t remember his endowment looking so small. While his stallionhood was still impressive - at least he assumed it was, it didn’t seem quite as imposing as it usually did. Peering down at his balls, wondering if the drink was somehow affecting more than just his thoughts, he turned his attention to his semi-rigid length.

His prick, though only partially erect, smeared pre-cum over his belly, yet that wasn’t what caused a lump to form in his throat. With each of the stud’s plunges, he could see the distinct imprint of Okuta’s godly endowment from within his abdomen. Unable to wrap his head around what he was seeing, without feeling the slightest bit of pain, he only looked back up when he heard his Master’s callous laugh.

“Look at you,” Okuta crooned, plunging deeper with every moment that slipped by. “You wanted this all along ~ didn’t you?” he inquired, snickering as the pegasus nodded. “Feel free to watch me fuck every drop of masculinity out of you…”

With that menacing statement, the stud increased his pace. Fenris grunted with each thrust, the wind all but literally driven from his lungs, as he was remade. He’d crossed a line from which there was no going back, undid years of his reputation and pride, yet he longed for more. Shakily lifting his hind legs, he rested his fetlocks around the zebra’s hips and bucked up to meet his Master’s plunges.

No matter where he looked, whether it was at Okuta’s handsome face or the bulge in his abdomen creeping toward his rib cage, he was given no quarter on the rapturous sights, sounds, or sensations accosting him. Had he been with any other stallion, even while bottoming, he would have taken an active role or possibly stroked himself off, but this was different. Some long dormant or possibly newly forged part of himself told him that this wasn’t about him.

Reaching out with a forehoof, he caressed the zebra’s powerful chest. “Harder…”

Okuta acquiesced, his thunderous laugh as dreadful as it was thrilling. “And here I thought you’d put up more of a fight!” he boomed, altering his thrusts to draw a pitiful, blissful whine from the pegasus. “But not to worry. Though you may be a failure as a stallion, you’ll make for an adequate mare for me or any of my kin.”

“K…kin?” Fenris coughed.

“Yes, my kin,” Okuta repeated. “Creatures like you are only fit to serve your betters. You may not be able to bear us foals, but there are plenty of Zebrican stallions, real stallions, who would be happy to use a pitiful thing like you.”

He’d considered himself quite the lothario, able to please every mare he’d ever been with, yet the stud rutting him was in another league altogether. Endurance, technique, the size of his endowment - they were nothing compared to what the zebra had to offer. Pining to experience everything his Master had to offer, he subconsciously flexed his hind legs and pulled Okuta to himself.

As he was forced closer to his limit by each of the stud’s plunges, Fenris’ eyes rolled. Serving his master would be fantastic, he had no doubt about that, but being the exclusive mate of some other zebra would have perks of its own. Envisioning himself in some far-off hut, tending to some striped behemoth’s needs, he arched his back and spontaneously climaxed.

Thin, watery spunk spurted over his chest, his shrill, marish howl cut through the air, and his strained pucker convulsed around the pistoning length within him, as he was rocked by the most devastating orgasm of his life. The pleasure which struck him was, in a word, cataclysmic, further proving how wrong he’d been to ever think he was a stallion, yet it was but one element to the zebra’s assertion. Gasping for breath, his eyes widened slightly.

His suspicion that the tea had done something to his body was proven in that instant. Ordinarily, his cum was rich and thick, virile enough to knock up a mare with ease, yet that was the case no longer. As his fear mingled with his bliss, leaving him torn, he stared down at himself. Feeling a hoof guide his muzzle lower, too aroused to be overly concerned, he peered up at his Master’s heavenly visage.

“You even squirt - Nnnph - like a mare,” Okuta grunted, looking to the side. “Doesn’t he?”

Following the stud’s gaze, Fenris was greeted by yet another astonishing sight. With Leech’s head between her thighs, her ropes of saliva dangling from her open maw, Kara watched the depravity with all the perverse glee of a voyeur. Not only had he lost everything he’d held dear, his pride shattered and self-respect obliterated, but he’d done so in front of the mare he cherished more than anything.

“Would you like another?” the zebra placidly asked, bringing once-stallion’s attention back upward.

“C…can’t,” he stuttered, still reeling from his release, “j…just came.”

Emboldened or provoked by his words, the stud transitioned from long, steady strokes to relentless jackhammering. The shift was so sudden and jarring, catching him completely off guard, that he couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. As inconceivable as it was, in spite of having climaxed mere moments ago, he was shocked to find himself wracked with a second, just as potent orgasm.

In that instant, unable to keep himself from squealing like a lucky filly on prom night, Fenris was gone - erased from existence. Though he knew not what he was, he grasped that he could no longer call himself a stallion in any regard. His world, his entire existence, had been abandoned, ground to dust, and it was in that fleeting, apocryphal moment that he saw the light.

“You’re mine,” Okuta hissed, “say it.”

“I’m your mare,” Fenris blared as he was rolled to face his mate and friends.

Leech and Kennel lay locked in a sixty-nine, lapping at one another’s loins, while Kara watched him and rubbed herself. He’d been excited enough as it was, but the sight of the three mares enjoying themselves compounded his enthusiasm. If they weren’t bothered by him getting railed out and bred, was there really anything to be ashamed about?

The world, all of reality itself, became a blur, while every shred of who he once was was flayed away. Some portion of himself was scared, afraid of what he’d become, but another, deep-seated part of himself rejoiced. He’d been shown his true self, what he was meant to be, and words couldn’t express his appreciation for it.

Snorting and growling, Okuta reached his tipping point when he bit down on and pulled the scarf, the final remnant of the pony’s identity, free. With one final, unyielding plunge, burying the entirety of his enormous length, he issued a triumphant roar and bred the newest member of his harem. A tsunami of seed bathed the pegasus’ depths, hammering home the final nail in the sniveling, trembling femcolt’s coffin.

“Plug him,” Okuta ordered, gradually easing his softening shaft from Fenris’ ass.

Kennel stopped playing with her lover and leapt into action, rushing over to grab the sizable plug which had so recently been lodged in her companion’s backside. As the zebra’s stallionhood slid free, allowing only a fraction of his essence to escape, she crammed the toy into place and trapped her Master’s gift. As her muzzle drifted forward, lapping at the dregs of her stud’s load, the pegasus stirred.

Wearily looking upward, Fenris noticed Okuta seating himself just before him. With his legs parted, his cum-slickened tool invitingly on display, it was all too clear what his Master wanted. Harnessing a determination he didn’t know he had, feeling his swollen gut drag along the mattress, he inched between his parted thighs and sluggishly began licking the zebra clean.

With all the indifference of a god, affectionately running his hoof through the pegasus’ mane, Okuta snickered to himself. “You wouldn’t know anypony who would offer me a real challenge ~ would you?”

Fenris lifted his head and gave a small nod, having accepted that he would do whatever it took to please his lord. “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” the zebra hissed. “Because my clan will soon be arriving…”