Down Bad

Bezou cocked her head, her carnelian, cat-like eyes playing over the obscene display before her. For an ageless succubi of renown, there wasn’t much she hadn’t seen - that said, she was a bit surprised by what she’d just stumbled across. The lecherous disturbance she’d sensed through the ether, a disturbance involving a hoofful of the only ponies she considered friends, had piqued her interest and drawn her to the mortal realm, but she’d had no way of knowing her companions would sink to such levels of perversion.

Fenris and Kara, kneeling before some titanic, exceedingly well-hung zebra, bathed the stallion’s loins with their tongues, while Kennel and Leech were each being plowed by hulking, striped studs of their own. To find the quartet in such licentious conditions wouldn’t have been that startling in and of itself, having witnessed similar exchanges in the past, yet the small details were what she found fascinating. Each of the ponies had been anointed in black stripes, with white bands being painted on the sole unicorn, and they were festooned with golden livery.

More intrigued than aroused, in spite of the carnal energy sending an electrified tingle through her otherworldly nethers, she eventually turned her attention to the seated zebra in their midst. She couldn’t be sure, but the haughty air about him smacked of a leader, a dominant alpha who’s whims were to be obeyed. As their eyes met, his lip curled into a knowing smirk.

“And you must be the illustrious Bezou,” he flippantly remarked, ignorant or apathetic of exactly whom he was facing.

She didn’t budge nor did she dip her head, her expression remaining as indifferent as if she found herself facing an ant. “Bezou would suggest you mind your tone.”

“Forgive me,” the stud stated, waving away the couple lapping at his immense package. Stepping forward and giving a bow, he prostrated himself. “I’m humbled to be in the presence of one as powerful and renowned as yourself,” he continued, keeping his eyes on her hooves. “My name is Okuta, welcome to my home.”

Though she lingered just within the doorway, the fresh air at her back, she was keenly aware of the aphrodisiac-laced incense and hypnotic flowers permeating the room. Any normal pony would have begun to feel the subtle, arousing effects almost instantly, given the sheer volume and potency of the nefarious aromas - then again, she wasn’t any ordinary pony. Whoever this Okuta was, no matter what he thought he knew, he was a fool.

There weren’t many of her kind that walked the face of Equus, and fewer still who allowed ponies to interact with them, but they held many names. Succubus, Djinn, Kawahime, Rusalka - no matter what she was called, the titles spoke to the same thing. She was a being beyond comprehension, a force not of the mortal realm, and the denizens of Equus had every right to view her with deference and fear. With a small snort, stepping back as the stallion gradually rose to his full height, she looked over and nodded to her friends.

“Bezou presumes this is your doing,” she murmured, watching the duo part ways and move toward Leech and Kennel respectively.

Giving a small shrug, Okuta peered back at the striped ponies. “In a sense.”

The phlegmatic response did little to improve her mood, nor did it address the obvious answer to her question. Knitting her brow and calling upon a fraction of her power, she wreathed herself in a crimson aura. “Bezou doesn’t have time for games. Answer quickly or suffer the consequences…”

“It…it’s ok,” Fenris insisted, turning and dashing over. “We’re here because we want to be here.”

“Yeah,” Kara chimed in, flanking the stoic, haughty giant they’d been practically worshiping. “We thought you might want to join us? These guys really know how to fuck a mare or stallion,” she giggled, glancing over at her mate, “into submission.”

Bezou squinted, knowing good and well that something was amiss. Kara and Fenris were both rather loose and experimental, though less so than either Kennel or Leech, but something didn’t feel right. Considering her options, including the possibilities of intervening and absconding with her companions or joining them for what may be a decent lay, she impatiently tapped her hoof on the hardwood beneath her.

Trotting over and offering a steaming mug to the succubus, leaving a snail trail of cum in her wake, Leech smirked. “Tea?”

Shaking her head, Bezou couldn’t help but titter. Amateurish - that’s exactly what this fumbling, woefully inept ploy was. Whoever this Okuta stallion was, irrespective of his physical prowess, he was exceptionally naive to think that a drugged beverage would have the slightest effect on her. Plucking the proffered mug from the unicorn’s outstretched hooves, she locked eyes with the stud and took a long, measured draught.

“You must think you’re clever,” she began, her senses buzzing ever so slightly from the dosed drink, “but such pedestrian measures won’t work on Bezou.”

“I merely presumed one of your ilk would appreciate the effort,” Okuta chuckled, waving one of his muscular companions over. “I’ve heard tales of your kind in my homeland, where you’re known as Djinn, though I never thought I’d meet one in the flesh.”

Taking in another mouthful of her drink, relishing the cloying taste on her palate, she nodded. “Bezou hasn’t been called such a name in a long time. The badlands and deserts of Zebria are too balmy and arid for her tastes.”

“How right you are,” the massive stallion thoughtfully hummed, taking a small box from his fellow zebra’s hoof, “yet we have treasures that Equestrians can’t rival. It’s said that to curry favor with a Djinn brings fortune - as such, I have this humble offering.”

Her pupils shrank to razored slits, as she peered down at a glimmering, gem-studded choker. The craftsmanship was incredible, the jewels themselves had to be worth a small fortune, and it appeared to be ancient, likely invaluable and deserving of being in a museum - nevertheless, she wasn’t going to let the promise of some paltry bauble make her lower her guard. Caressing it with a forehoof, she ensured the piece held no hex or arcane power.

“I assure you, it’s quite safe,” Okuta softly assured her. “It was passed to me by my grandfather. Though I promised I would eventually offer it to my bride, you are far more worthy of such a gift.”

Extending a tendril from her slate-grey mane, drawing a hushed prayer from the pair of less bold or foolish zebras, she deftly plucked the amulet from its wooden confines and clasped it around her neck. “You have Bezou’s thanks, though she has no blessing to bestow upon you. She…”

She trailed off, seeing the stud’s smile contort into a rictus, twisted grin. She had no idea who this impertinent stallion was, nor did she particularly care, yet she was not going to acquiesce to whatever his pitiable machinations were. As she took a small step back, drawing on her unearthly might, eyes and tentacles sprouted across her frame. While it was rare for her to flaunt her abilities in such a shameless fashion, her host clearly didn’t understand who he was trifling with.

“What is that smile for?” she growled, glaring at the zebra.

“If you would,” Okuta tranquilly intoned, running a hoof over Fenris’ shoulder and to his shapely flank.

With little more than a nod, the pegasus muttered beneath his breath. The scarf around his neck, a rather innovative article he’d crafted to wield magic, launched from him and wound itself around her. The succubus stood motionless and solemnly shook her head, her amusement shifting into disdain, as she glared over at the zebra.

“If your intent was to flatter Bezou, you’re doing a pathetic job,” she grumbled, the fabric tightening around her legs, torso, and throat. “Fenris’ scarf is not even close to a threat to Bezou.”

Okuta held a hoof to his chest, as if wounded by her words, and backed away. “Oh I’m not trying to flatter you, I’m going to conquer you. Now…”

“Yes, Master,” Fenris and Kennel breathed simultaneously. “Constantem dominationem!”

Bezou opened her mouth, moments from giving a scathing rebuttal to the impetuous stallion’s childish assertion, yet only a startled gasp escaped her. What should have been no more than a trivial amount of sorcery from Fenris’ enchanted scarf was magnified by an order of magnitude, suppressing her abilities and locking her in place. Cursed energy flowed through her, making the sneer that split her muzzle feel downright herculean.

Whatever was affecting her didn’t end there, as the heady aroma filling her lungs began to burn. The toxins she’d been breathing, while being almost imperceptible to a creature like herself, increased in potency several times over. She had no doubt that it was Kennel’s doing, what with the mare’s mastery of flora and the alchemical arts, yet that didn’t answer one simple question - why had she been betrayed.

“Where were we?” Okuta asked, nonchalantly trotting around his petrified guest. “Slaves, busy yourselves and have some fun while I acquaint our visitor with me.”

“Yes, Master,” the quartet replied in unison, dipping their heads.

The sight of her beguiled friends, accompanied with hearing them referred to as slaves, summoned a cold rage to bubble up within her - still, regardless of her ire, the most she could manage was to affix the stallion with her baleful gaze. “When Bezou gets free, and she will get free, death will be a sweet release for you…”

“Of that I have no doubt -” the stud scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words, “thankfully, I have nothing to fear. Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared to handle you? Your precious friends are now my loyal concubines, my playthings, and you’ll soon be joining them.”

“Bigger, stronger, and far more intelligent creatures have tried and failed,” she countered, baring her fangs. “You will choke on your hubris as Bezou buries you.”

Motioning back at the quartet of ponies behind him, knowing they were busying themselves with fawning over his compatriots, Okuta grinned. “I’m sure they thought the same thing, but look at them now.”

Bezou glanced over at her companions then back to the towering stud facing her. “You pretend to know them, yet those four have always been rather hedonistic. Bezou has done things with them - to them that you couldn’t imagine.”

“If that’s the case,” he breathed, slowly lifting a hoof. “Slaves, over here and help our guest understand…”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation or reluctance, the quartet parted ways with their individual zebra and moved towards the trapped succubus. Fenris paired with Kennel and Kara paired with Leech, as they surged onto their otherworldly friend. Being unable to move away, and having her magic temporarily neutralized, Bezou was now dealing with all four of her friends assailing her. Kara and Leech caressed her flanks and teased her underbelly, their hooves inching closer to her teats, while Kennel and Fenris pressed themselves to her neck. The little pegasi were by far the most powerful of the four, each wielding a form of sorcery of their own, and they put their talents to devastating use.

“Don’t fight it,” Kennel cooed, plucking a flower from her mane and blowing the sweet aroma over the demoness’ face.

“Mens persuasionis,” Fenris flatly ordered, his scarf glowing in the dim light.

Okuta waved his hoof at the obedient band, beaming to himself. “Just look how happy and eager they are to please me. Are you not pleased with me, Slaves?”

“Yes, Master,” the four immediately responded, looking fondly upon the stallion.

Looking to each of her friends in turn, Bezou felt nothing but contempt. The fact that the ponies were enjoying themselves meant nothing whatsoever, not knowing they had been bewitched by the zebra. As if sensing her ire, the group stroked her fur and peppered her with kisses, treating her like some long-lost lover instead of the captive she was.

“We really do like it here,” Fenris explained. “Our Master showed us where we belong, what we were meant to do, and we can never thank him enough for it.”

Kara cheerfully hummed into Bezou’s ear, sending a shiver up the demoness’ spine. “It’s true - Fen and I are much happier here. If we’d known how incredible it was to submit to our Master, we would never have resisted in the first place.”

Giggling like a school filly, Kennel waved the blossom under the succubus’ nose. “You’ll feel so much better when you stop fighting it. Don’t you want to experience how amazing it is?”

“It’s true,” Leech chimed in, her hoof wandering up Bezou’s inner thigh. “All the flings I’ve had, all the creatures I’ve bedded - nothing compares to our Master.”

Throwing her head from side to side, Bezou growled through her gritted teeth. The simple act of being touched felt leagues better than it had any right to, causing a burning ache to creep into her winking, dampening marehood, yet that wasn’t what troubled her most. Their words resonated through her thoughts, echoing and practically begging for her to join them, and she found it increasingly difficult to defy the growing urge to succumb to the zebra’s will.

Practically feeling her willpower being sapped away, she came to a startling realization. The incantation Fenris had spoken, she’d heard it before, it was a spell designed to break her. Under ordinary circumstances, the hex would have done nothing whatsoever, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Amplified by the damnable medallion around her neck, his magic wrought havoc upon even her extraordinary, ancient mind.

They were lying - they had to be. There was no way they’d all fallen for some big, misbegotten zebra - not after having spent time with her! She was a succubus, she’d wooed kings, queens, harlots, and miscreants alike! It would be impossible for some mere mortal to ever rival her wiles in or out of the bedroom, yet their actions spoke for themselves. Cracking one eye open, besieged by sinful promises, she peeked out at her friends.

The funny thing about charms was that they could never fully dominate one’s mind, no matter how weak - no, they simply beckoned to one’s desires. If Fenris, Kara, Kennel, and Leech, all wondrously slatternly ponies in their own right, had dedicated themselves to Okuta, at least some part of them had done so willingly. With a hot bead of nectar crawling down her leg, her face was turned toward the hulking bastard.

“There’s that look,” Okuta muttered, peering into her eyes. “You understand - not only that, you want to sample what I have to offer. You want to test your mettle against the one who broke your precious friends and turned them into mindless slaves.”

As much as she would have liked to say he was wrong, she couldn’t. The combination of spellwork and aphrodisiacs, paired with the sight of four of the ponies most dear to her, had her more than curious about what the stud had to offer. Fighting the compulsion to spit in his face, lest she make the situation all the more dire for herself or her companions, she scowled at him. Though he was arrogant to the point of, she didn’t have a shred of doubt that she could best him on her own terms.

“A wager then,” she said faintly. “If you peak before Bezou, Bezou leaves with the ponies.”

Okuta didn’t flinch, only piquing a brow. “And if you lose?”

“Bezou won’t lose,” she growled, her smirk standing in contrast to the unease bubbling up within her.

“Leave us,” he barked, causing the ponies to instantly back away. “Feel free to watch this sow be conquered, but don’t interfere.”

Turning her head and watching the stallion lazily trot around behind her, Bezou held her tongue. Even the most lascivious and sexually experienced ponies in Equestria could never dream to rival her, yet that wasn’t what had her bothered. Her companions had unquestioningly complied the stud’s command, abandoning her as though she meant nothing, and the mounting scorn she felt because of it bolstered her resolve.

She didn’t give him the gratification of a reaction when he mounted her, nor when he kissed the slavering tip of his stallionhood to her entrance, but her composure faltered when he drove his hips forward and ground his massive length into her. Though there were few, if any sapient creatures on Equestria she hadn’t slept with over the millennia, including a few which had gone extinct, she was unprepared for the unimaginable pleasure which washed over her. As she bit her lip to silence herself, only barely managing to stifle a soft groan, he withdrew and fell into a slow, almost sensual rhythm of plowing her.

“Look at them,” he sighed, nearly causing her to start. “Look at how jealous they are that I’ve chosen you, not them, to grace with my attention…”

Her eyes darted across the room, spying her friends getting off to the sight of her being rutted. Kennel and Leech watched her intently, softly moaning as a pair of zebras screwed them from behind, while Fenris and Kara got themselves off to the spectacle before themselves. Ass to ass, with a thick length of silicone plunging in and out of their rumps, the couple swung their hips back at one another while sharing a double-dildo.

Seeing how far her friends had fallen, having heard them confess their love for such ignominious treatment, should have upset her, but it alarmingly did not; the only thing it did was heighten her own loathsome arousal to greater and greater heights. Though she hated herself for it, she was actually impressed with Okuta’s technique - a technique she found impossible to ignore. Unable to keep her legs from trembling, as her treacherous depths quivered and covetously seized around the stud’s pistoning shaft, she screwed her eyes shut.

“No,” Okuta insisted, “look at me while I ruin you.” As she peeked out at him, meeting his gaze, he steadily increased his pace. “There we are…”

Love and hate warred within her, two forces which seldom clashed in her existence, and the latter was gradually gaining ground. She reviled him and the very ground he stood on, having every intention to make her threat a cold promise once she was through with the ordeal, and yet his ministrations sang a siren’s song to the very essence of her being. Moving on its own, her body betrayed her higher self.

As she pushed back against him, slapping her clit against his pendulous, hefty balls, he smugly chuckled. “It feels good to submit to me…” he uttered, the scarf bound to her glowing faintly.

“It feels g…good to submit,” she parroted, only comprehending what she'd spoken after the admission left her lips.

“You’re really nothing but an obedient, needy slut,” he rumbled, his sonorous voice giving her goosebumps.

Try as she might, she was compelled to answer. “Bezou is your obedient, n…needy slut…”

She tried - oh how she tried to stop herself from admitting it, but it was futile - the spell’s roots had sunk deep. Deep within her black heart, no matter what her conscience told her, she knew it was true - she really was nothing more than a desperate harlot. Her kind were meant to subdue and prey upon the lustful wishes of others, feasting on a fundamental part of nearly every living being in this realm and others alike, leaving her defenseless to having the tables well and thoroughly turned. The predator was made prey, she’d fallen into his trap, and she reveled in the novel, outright heavenly experience.

Her thoughts grew clouded, the breath hitched in her throat, and she inched closer and closer to her limit, feeling the telltale signs of release blossoming within her. Is this what it was like, to be subjected to the power she’d wielded against countless others? Stands of drool swung from her slackening jaw, as she rocked forward with each of the stallion’s thrusts.

If Okuta was even getting remotely close, he showed no signs of it. The way his stallionhood battered her womb and ground against her g-spot, all while his balls wetly collided with her winking clit, were beyond reproach, yet those were only one portion of what made the exchange so deviously wondrous. She was slipping away, losing control of herself, and a part of her yearned for him to continue.

“Say it,” he hissed. “Tell me you want to cum.”

“Be…Bez…” she stammered, her eyes glazing over and staring into the ether, “Bezou wants to cum.”

Giving a snort, he pounded into her with increasing force. “Louder…”

She could sense it, she was teetering on the brink, and she wanted - nay, needed to heed him. “Bezou wants to cum!”

The second her cry passed her lips, she was stricken by an overwhelming tide of ecstasy. Climactic juices gushed from her convulsing, stuffed cunt, her piercing wail shook the windows, and the sorcery holding her in place was the only thing that kept her from collapsing, yet it was the sweet, unfathomable relief she felt that undid her. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, having admitted what she’d so senselessly refused to accept. This was her place, this was where she belonged, and decrying it was as or more blissful than the orgasm she suffered through.

Her understanding of existence was thrown into question in that cathartic moment. Orgasms were a palty, almost uninteresting thing for her, having had more than she could even guess, yet the rapture she felt was singular. Though she could scarcely believe what had happened, that she’d been laid low by a being no more significant to her than a termite or paramecia, the truth was laid bare. She’d met her match, and her pride had been her undoing.

“You’re just a slut who wishes to serve her Master,” Kennel remarked, bucking back against the stud atop her.

Beneath one zebra, Leech collected herself. “You want to stay and be your Master’s broodmare…”

Fenris and Kara followed suit, dribbling pre-cum and marish juices to the floor. “You’ll be so much happier here…” they added in tune with one another.

“Bezou is just a slut who wishes to serve her Master,” Bezou slurred, lurching forward and back while Okuta railed her. “Bezou wants to be her Master’s broodmare. Bezou will be happier here…”

Only vaguely aware of what she was saying, she repeated the lines like a mantra. Each proclamation was a nail in her coffin, cementing her role and fortifying the control over her, but she didn’t care - couldn’t care. A new world had been opened to her, an existence away from skulking in the shadows to feed on the energy of others, and she could resist it no longer. Welcoming her new life with open hooves, unaware that the spell binding her to the spot had faded away, she languidly slammed her ass back to meet the Zebra’s thrusts.

With her inner-conflict resulting in a rout, she used her preternatural speed and strength to earn her reward. She knew he was close, sensing every pulse of his godly stallionhood, yet it was like he was holding himself back. He grunted above her, prompting her to cock her head and peer to his face.

“What are you,” he huffed, the head of his shaft flaring within her.

Fiercely clenching his wildly throbbing length, she instantly replied. “Bezou is your slave!”

As she swore her fealty to him, pledging her near-limitless life in willing servitude, he came. The feeling of his essence rushing into her bordered on the divine, evoking a second, completely spontaneous climax from her. Howling and braying like a beast possessed, surrendering to a creature who had no right to call himself her Master, she toppled to the floor. Freed from her gaped nethers, twitching above her, his stallionhood coated her in the final ropes of his jizz.

She heaved air into her chest, exhausted beyond reason, yet she couldn’t bring herself to rest. Forcing herself up, she crawled around and brought her muzzle to her Master’s softening length. There was only one thing she could do, one expectation placed upon her, so she did just that. As she lifted her head and drew her tongue up his length, coating her palate in the cocktail of his virile cum and her marish juices, she moaned openly.

Okuta reached down and back, tenderly stroking her mane. “If I may ask for a small favor, since I won our little wager.”

“A…anything,” she rasped, her head whipping around to face him.

“Several of my family are set to arrive within the week. It wouldn’t be too much trouble for you to assist with ensuring they’re all comfortable ~ would it?” he sweetly asked, warmly smiling upon her.

“Of course, Master,” she whispered, closing her eyes and humbly lowering her head. “Bezou lives to serve…”

Slipping his hoof to her muzzle, turning her face back to his cock, he laughed darkly. “Good…”