Down Bad

“A…and you’re sure about this?” Czu uneasily inquired, looking over at his friend.

Fenris nodded and placed a hoof on the door before them. “I’m absolutely sure. Come on ~ would I ever lead you wrong?”

Giving a small nod, Czu dipped his head. “You’re right…”

It felt like he’d known Fen for a lifetime, even though they’d only first met a year or so ago, which made it strange when he’d noticed the stallion behaving oddly as of late. Not only had Fen and Kara moved out of their house and in with somepony he’d never met, but they’d both been acting strangely. The normally steadfast stallion and mare seemed bubblier and a bit more outgoing, almost like some miraculous change had happened in their lives. He was honestly happy for the couple, even if he couldn’t put his hoof on what had happened with them - that said, he was just a touch jealous that they were doing so well.

Having tried and failed for months to find a special somepony, with every date he’d been on resulting in failure, he’d eventually reached the point where he’d asked one of his oldest, most trusted friends for help. Fenris was a good stallion - a bit smug at times, but a good stallion nonetheless, and was one of the very few ponies who knew about his particular tastes. Timidly smiling over at the pegasus, he turned his attention to the opening door, peered inside, and did a double take.

“Well?” Fenris asked, trotting inside. “What do you think?”

Czu’s mouth flapped uselessly, a lump formed in his throat, and his heart nearly gave out, as he gazed upon an unbelievably beautiful zebra stallion. Covered in muscle, with long, striated dreadlocks covering his face, the stud peered down at him - at least he presumed he held the behemoth’s attention. Feeling his cheeks darken, he falteringly lifted a forehoof and gave a small wave.

“H…hi,” he stammered.

“Czu, this is Ike - Ike, this is Czu,” Fenris began, waving between the two.

“Hmmph,” the giant grunted, brushing a lock of hair from his face to reveal an ice-blue eye. “She’s cute.”

Unable to suppress a shiver, Czu felt his hair stand on end. She? Did this absolute mountain of a stallion think he was a mare? He averted his gaze, doing his damnedest not to giggle like an idiot while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. As much as he would have liked to get to know the giant, he couldn’t in good conscience start things off with a misunderstanding.

“Well…” he gulped. “You should probably know that -”

“Ugh - Bezou can’t believe she forgot her makeup,” Bezou groaned, trotting out from a doorway and snatching the fumbling femcolt by the hoof. “Don’t worry, Bezou will get her prettied up right away.”

Czu was nearly nearly set off balance as he was all but dragged out of the foyer and into what appeared to be a small dressing room. Confused, upset, and still more than a little bit nervous, he looked over to the fanged mare who’d absconded with him. He’d only met Bezou a hooffull of times before, but he was sure she knew he wasn’t -

“A mare,” she cooed, wheeling around and locking eyes with him. “You’ve always wanted to be a mare and have a big, strong Daddy.”

“I…wha…” Czu stammered, unable to break the succubus’ gaze.

It was true - despite never having breathed a word of it to anypony but Fenris, he’d always fantasized about what it would be like to be a cute, dainty mare for a hulking, preferably loving stallion. His best guess was that his friend had spilled the beans, possibly after a few drinks, but he had no way to prove that - after all, Bezou had powers that defied explanation. As he attempted to defend himself and deny the wildly scandalous accusation, his voice hitched in his throat.

Tittering to herself, she wandered closer and drew a forehoof up his chin. “You do want to be a mare ~ don’t you?”

He slowly nodded and nervously licked his lips. “Y…yeah…”

Only barely registering his taboo confession, continuing to stare into Bezou’s eyes, he felt the tenseness in his muscles bleed away. He’d been on pins and needles all day, stressing himself out about his blind date for weeks on end, yet those concerns meant nothing. Now that the seductive succubus was here, he - no, she knew everything was going to be alright.

“Frankly, Bezou is a bit jealous,” she continued, lifting a hoof and summoning a mound of neatly folded clothes from the ether. “A cute little mare like you is lucky to have a Daddy like Ike.”

Czu giggled uncontrollably, fidgeting and grinding her thighs together. She really was a lucky mare! Large, powerful studs weren’t easy to come by, and zebras were even rarer still, so for her to have a Daddy like Ike was almost unheard of! Vaguely recalling Bezou’s comment about makeup, she was wrenched from her stupor by a pang of panic.

“Don’t worry - don’t worry,” the otherworldly mare tutted, seemingly reading her thoughts. “Bezou will make sure you’re ready for your little date.”

“Thank you, Bezou,” Czu chirped, launching forward and hugging the succubus, “you’re the best.”

Returning the embrace for a moment, Bezou pushed the femcolt back. “Come now, let’s get you prettied up…”

Cheerfully humming to herself, Czu followed her over to a nearby vanity. It was funny, she’d never put on makeup before, nor worn anything marish outside of her room, but she was eager to make herself presentable. Her Daddy undoubtedly wanted her to look her very best, and she was positively certain that Bezou would ensure she did just that.

The succubus moved like a dervish, applying lipstick, eye liner, mascara, and a hint blush with practiced ease. With the job hastily finished, she reached out and held a hoof Czu’s cheek. “Nice - quite nice, if Bezou says so herself - now then, be a dear and get dressed. You wouldn’t want to keep your dearest Daddy waiting ~ would you?”

Czu swiftly shook her head and snatched a hovering skirt from beside her eldritch companion. A mare adorned in makeup was all well and dandy, but a mare wearing something cute would be even better than that! Slipping into the article, she grabbed the other accessories that Bezou had selected for her - after all, who better to give her tips than a literal succubus.

It was only once she was fully dressed, having donned a skirt, striped leggings, and a choker, did she turn and look at the vanity’s mirror. Though she hardly recognized the mare she saw staring back at her, the corners of her lips turned up. She’d never been all that masculine, what with her ample hips, generous backside, and slim waist, but now she could easily pass for a bombshell - well almost pass for a bombshell.

“Bezou almost forgot,” Bezou noted, dipping her head to peer beneath the femcolt.

Stepping back, seeing that the infernal equine was gazing at her loins, Czu shuddered - not out of embarrassment, but from a strange, tingly sensation that coursed over her nethers. She leaned forward, curious to see what in the world was going on, and watched as her endowment went limp and retracted into its sheath. Though she’d never understood why a mare like her had a stallion’s equipment, she was grateful that it wouldn’t prove an obscene, rigid eyesore for her Daddy.

Straightening up, Bezou proudly flicked her mane to the size. “There - now your little clit won’t bother anypony.”

“Ever?” Czu reverently breathed.

The succubus grinned and leaned closer. “Only if you want it to be that way - or would that be up to your Daddy?”

“My Daddy, of course!” Czu tittered, prancing in place. “Am I ready now, Miss Bezou?”

Bezou waved for the door and nodded. “Don’t let Bezou keep you.”

Downright giddy, Czu scampered out of the changing room and back into the foyer. The moment she burst out of the door, her Daddy ponderously turned and looked over at her. Had she not broken into a full gallop and rushed across the chamber, she would have swooned - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. She leapt into the air and threw her forelegs wide, all but plastering herself against the mountainous stallion’s broad, powerful chest, and beamed up at him.

“Cute -” he grunted, gently but firmly pushing her away, “really cute…”

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she bleated, jumping back and giving a little twirl.

He gave a subtle nod and remained all but motionless. Though she couldn’t see exactly part of her held his attention, she liked to imagine his eyes playing over her curvy flank. Unable to control herself, she turned slightly and gave him a better view of her barely concealed tush. If he wanted to get a better view of her backside, she’d be more than happy to oblige him.

A gentle tug on her steadily flagging tail sundered the moment, causing her to look back. She hadn’t even noticed that Fen was still in the room, yet he’d somehow snuck up behind her. Scrunching her snout and knitting her brow, she reluctantly shifted her focus over to him.

“Czu, he’s had a very, very long day,” the pegasus sighed, inching up and folding a wing over the femcolt’s shoulders. “How about you -”

“You had a hard day, Daddy?” Czu yelped, wheeling around to face the stoic titan.

As the behemoth shrugged, the muscles rolled and bunched on his shoulders. “It’s fine…”

“I was going to say, how about you help him relax,” Fen continued, waving to an empty sitting room. “I’m sure he’d love to blow off a bit of steam with you.”

With wonder in her eyes, Czu gazed up at the stud. “Would you like that, Daddy?”

Ike turned and lumbered toward the den, giving a second shrug. “Wouldn’t bother me a bit. C’mon, sweetness, you can help me take a load off.”

The mention of a load sent a tingle up Czu’s spine, as did the sight of the zebra’s huge, sculpted backside. Scampering after him, all but plastering herself to his side, she merrily hummed and nuzzled his neck. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him - heck, if he’d asked for a blowjob in the foyer, she would have gleefully slipped beneath him to shamelessly suck him off.

“Hey ~” he grunted, drawing to a halt and prompting her to look up at him, “you know what’d be nice?”

“What’s that, Daddy?” she cheerfully replied.

Stepping to and placing his forehooves on the sofa, he braced his hind legs and peeked over his shoulder at her. “Could use a little lovin’ back there. Always had a weak spot for when a mare gives my ass a nice spit shine.”

Czu nearly - nearly ran face-first into his chiseled backside, but she managed to restrain herself - if only just. She was a mare, not some wanton, overzealous whore, so she needed to act as such. With a sway in her hips and a spring in her step, she calmly closed the gap between them and eyed the dark, velvety ring of his pucker.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I worked up a good sweat earlier,” he chuckled, flicking his tail up and out of the way.

Though she was still a few feet away, Czu instantly realized what he’d meant. His scent was incredible, powerful and alluring as anything she’d ever smelled before, and it drew her in like a siren’s song. Drifting closer, literally following her nose, she glanced down at his fat, succulent balls. As much as she would have liked to lavish his weighty nuts, warming up what had to be pints’ worth of rich, virile spunk, she abstained - at least for the time being.

With his natural bouquet filling her sinuses, lightheaded from the intoxicating aroma, she closed her eyes and pressed her snout between his steely buns. The vivid color of her lipstick contrasted against his black flesh, leaving kiss marks on his taint as she made her way up to his backdoor. She had to lift her head to reach him properly, allowing her to run her tongue around his winking hole.

He grunted, making her momentarily pause, before he gradually eased his hips back. “Don’t be afraid to really get in there. I want that puppy clean…”

She put herself to work before he could finish, mopping the cleft of his ass and suckling upon his silken ring. “Yesh, Daddey,” she slurred, her eyelids fluttering.

This was what a real stallion smelled like - tasted like. The taste of salt and unwashed flesh blossomed over her taste buds, she practically huffed the ambrosial musk radiating from him, and she could already feel her colthood starting to leak. While she wouldn’t have minded cleaning him in a more conventional way, she would never deny her big, hard-working daddy a well-earned tongue bath.

Though she spent several minutes lapping at his behind, scouring away every drop of sweat with her tongue, she felt like the affair had only lasted seconds. She withdrew slightly, inspecting his saliva-streaked buns, until her eyes settled on his hole. He had mentioned that she get in there, so he probably wouldn’t mind if she…

Darting forward, she jammed her snout into his ass. Any question of if he would be pleased with her efforts disappeared the moment he took a small step back, driving her face deeper and engulfing her muzzle completely. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t see anything but his rear, and yet she was elated by his reaction.

Ika playfully wiggled his hips from side to side and clamped around her snout. “You’re gonna be smelling like me for a week.”

She almost came right then and there, reflexively bucking her hips and moaning uncontrollably. Of course she’d be smelling like him ~ why wouldn’t she? Anypony and everypony who passed her in the street would smell him on her, regardless of if he was with her or not, and they’d know who she belonged to.

Staying right where she was, she lapped at his interior and lifted a forehoof to affectionately kneed and fondle his nuts. This was where she belonged, worshiping a creature an order of magnitude superior to herself, and she adored every second of it. She could have stayed where she was forever, smothered by his ass until she blacked out from a lack of air - sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Inching closer and closer to her limit, without so much as touching herself, she was taken aback when he moved forward and freed her from his musky confines. She licked her lips and watched as he turned and eased himself onto the sofa. Did she do something wrong? Had he tired of her so quickly. Reclined on the couch, he splayed his hind legs and beckoned to her.

“Pretty nice job there, hotness,” he rumbled, his voice making her hair stand on end. Lowering a foreleg to his groin, he patted his gradually hardening stallionhood. “Bet you’ve been wanting to give this little guy a bit of attention ~ eh?”

She stared slack-jawed at his package, blown away by the sheer enormity of what her eyes beheld. He was a big stallion, big in literally every sense of the word, and his little guy was anything but small. About as big as her leg, so heavy that it drooped under its own weight, his imposing length pulsed with every beat of his tremendous heart.

A tinge of fear mingled with her excitement, making it impossible for her to move. She’d seen pictures of some exquisitely well-hung stallions, but Ike beat them all hooves down. What was left of her higher functions tried to warn her, telling her that she’d be undone by her hubris, but she didn’t listen. In that moment, staring longingly at his endowment, she wanted one thing and one thing alone - to have him ruin her.

There was no simple way to put it, every part of him was perfect. From his relaxed demeanor to his impossible size, he was a veritable demigod given flesh, and she was honored to be with him. He could have picked anypony to take as a lover, having any number of mares or stallions alike who would fling themselves at him, but he hadn’t - he’d chosen her.

“Go on,” he encouraged with a grin splitting his features. “I know you wanna…”

Taking a faltering step closer to him, she closed on his loins. Her pucker hungrily clenched upon itself, yearning to embrace the behemoth throbbing just before her, but it would have to wait - for the time being, as with many situations in life, she had to be patient. Drawing her cheek along his shaft, she pressed her nose to the fleshy folds of his sheath, sharply inhaled, and shuddered.

There were a thousand things she wanted to say, but she remained silent. Letting her actions speak for herself, she turned her head and drew her tongue from the base of his length to his bloated, hoof-sized cock-head. His package was nearly as fragrant as his backside, bathed in sweat and reeking of masculine essence, which did little to quell the steadily rising fires of her lust.

Reaching the tip of his length, she adjusted her positioning and began hotly making out with his dick. He was nearly too big to suck on, the girth of his shaft being larger than even her most intimidating toys, but that hardly stopped her - if anything, it fueled her determination. While she may not have had the best oral skills, having only practiced a small number of times with her dildos, her muzzle was far from the only weapon in her carnal arsenal.

She opened her jaw as wide as she could and drove her face forward, forcing him into her maw with a soft pop. Yeah - there was no way in Tartarus she’d be able to throat him, not without a few month’s practice and him taking the lead, yet she was undeterred. She balanced on three legs and reached up with a forehoof to stroke him off. Even if she could only service a fraction of his length with her mouth, she was going to do everything she could to satisfy him.

Bobbing and twisting her head, with her tongue dancing over the crown of his dick, she peered up at his face. His dreadlocks had parted slightly, giving her a few of his adonic features, which made sucking his cock all the more pleasant. His piercing gaze never left her face, as the first dollop of thick, viscous pre-cum graced her taste buds.

His patience with her was impeccable. He didn’t reach down to jam his length down her gullet, he didn’t demean her, he didn’t do a thing to discourage her - he just relaxed and gave the occasional, contented sigh while she gagged and slobbered on his godly tool.

She’d heard that mares could go mad from lust, driven into a frenzy by their desires, but she’d never given it much credence - that was until that moment. Pulling back, she cleared her mouth and wiped the trail of spittle and pre-cum from her chin. She knew it was wrong, that she should have kept going until he told her to stop, but there was only so much anypony could endure.

“Daddy?” she pouted, batting her eyes up at him.

He cocked his head to the side and studied her, his smirk unwavering. “Yes, sweetness?”

“Can I - um…” She didn’t finish - couldn’t finish what she was saying.

It would have been embarrassing to confess her yearnings to anypony, much less her Daddy, so she uncomfortably twisted and played with her mane. Hearing him snicker, she summoned the courage to peek up at him. As calm and as pleasant as ever, undisturbed in the slightest, he patted his hip and nodded down at his crotch.

“Go ahead,” he purred, “but I’m gonna let you do most of the work - like your friend said, I’ve had a long day.”

She acted in the blink of an eye, scrambling onto the couch. While she could have one of two positions, one stuck out above the other - traditional cowgirl. She wasn’t sure exactly how she was going to manage fucking herself on him, having only wrangled with dongs that looked tiny compared to him, but she was going to - she knew she was. Swinging one hind leg over his waist, straddling his abdomen, she yelped when something cold was pressed to her tush.

“Here,” Fenris whispered, “this will help.”

Looking back, she trembled as he squeezed a bottle in his hoof and filled her with cool, slick lube. “T…thanks…”

Fen dismissively waved a wing and shot her a wink, withdrawing the bottle from her taut rear. “Don’t worry about it - trust me, you’re gonna need it.”

It was the understatement of the century. Of course she was going to need it, she was about to have her ass demolished by something that would put most ursa majors to shame! Swinging her attention back to her Daddy, she leaned forward and brushed his mane to the side.

“Somepony’s sweet on me,” he purred.

She blushed and looked away, more flustered than ever. “Maybe…”

Risking another glance back, she shot Fenris an expectant look. Had her Daddy been an ordinary pony, his stallionhood would have been nestled between her cheeks already - unfortunately, given the sheer enormity of his cock, she’d need a bit of help. The pegasus beamed and shuffled between the zebra’s hind legs, gingerly lifting the colossal appendage and bringing its tip to her pucker.

This was it, time to put her bits where her mouth was. Adjusting herself and slowly exhaling, she bore her weight against the giant dick pressed to her backdoor. She could have sworn an oversized hoof had been pressed to her ass, had she not known better, but that didn’t stop her. Taking steady breaths, she clamped her eyes shut and pushed herself back.

“Need a bit of help?” Ike softly murmured, resting his forehooves on her waist.

She shook her head, unwilling to accept the offer. “N…no, I’ll -”

Her entire body was driven upward, her eyes shot open, and she gasped as he bucked his hips and sank what felt like a foot of dick into her. She would have cried out in surprise, but the only noise to escape her was a deep, guttural groan. The sensation of being suddenly filled so completely, so thoroughly was beyond intense, all but forcing her to climax on the spot.

Jizz oozed from her flaccid colthood, pooling on her Daddy’s abs and around her delicate little coin purse. Stars danced before her eyes, she could barely move, and an ecstasy like she’d never known threatened to consume her, robbing her of the ability to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she was given no time to recover. His first thrust was met by a second, a third, and a fourth, leaving her to helplessly rock forward and back atop him.

“D…Daddy!” she whimpered, wrapping her forelegs around his neck.

Without skipping a beat, continuing to plow her as if nothing was the matter, he smiled down at her. “Something wrong?”

“I…I was gonna - Gah!” she mewled as he nearly hilted her.

It was no use, there wasn’t a darned thing she could do but drool on his chest and whine in delight. Even if she’d wanted to stop him, which she very much didn’t, there would have been nothing she could do. He used her like a living, breathing sex toy, unhurriedly fucking her from below.

Shakily pushing herself up, with the rapture of her climax subsiding to some small degree, she gathered her strength and bore down against him. The only reason she could tell she was getting close to taking all of his length was because she could feel his medial ring bumping against her stuffed entrance, taunting her with the root of his shaft. Somehow, in spite of being a literal cock-sleeve for him, she was able to will her body back under control to start moving.

“You’ve got grit, I like that,” he mused, his pace quickening. “Want to cum again for Daddy?”

“C…can’t,” she sputtered through clenched teeth, “I j…just came…”

His grasp on her tightened and he tensed. “We’ll see about that.”

He flexed his hind legs, sheathing the entirety of his endowment into her and causing his engorged balls to slap against her ass. It should have been impossible for her to have a second orgasm so quickly, normally taking at least ten minutes to recover for a second round, but he wasn’t to be denied. She threw her head back and howled, painting his chest with her spunk.

On the verge of blacking out, she fought tooth and hoof to remain conscious. She should have known that her Daddy was capable of something so unbelievable, making her cum as he so chose, yet she could hardly wrap her head around it. Another savage plunge of his stallionhood sent her careening forward to kiss at neck, reminding her of who she belonged to.

“Daddy - thank you, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she babbled incoherently, entranced by every aspect of his being.

She could feel her belly bulging from his thrusts, his heavy breaths and hushed grunts where a symphony, the taste of his pre-cum coated her palate, and his scent lingered in her nose. In a very real way, he was her everything, her reason for being, and she didn’t have the words to express how lucky she was for it. Feebly milking his cock, sensing her pucker being drawn out and stuffed in with his every pistoning movement, she lost herself to the nirvanic sea that was her Daddy.

His rutting could have lasted an eternity, spanning the entirety of time itself, or mere seconds - in the end, she genuinely couldn’t say how long he ended up railing her, yet it came to an end far too quickly. Feeling him starting to flare, hearing him snarling above her, she knew her time had come. At long last, he was about to reward her for being a good mare - his good mare.

“Inside, Daddy!” she wailed, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Breed me, Daddy!”

The moment she finished speaking, he answered her prayers. The floodgates opened, a deluge of scalding foal-batter surged into her, and she was wracked with the most powerful climax she’d ever had. More akin to a near-death experience than anything, the bliss she felt was cathartic, shattering who she once had been and cementing the mare that she’d become.

Heaving air into her chest, delirious with glee, she lifted her head and deeply kissed him. Though she caught him off guard, he quickly reciprocated her love. His powerful tongue sank into her muzzle, reminding her yet again of her place, while he pumped her full of his essence. She continued making out with him until his shaft had stopped pulsing, the flow of his seed having come to an end, before she hesitantly pulled away.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” she faintly inquired, almost afraid to ask.

Endearingly rubbing her mane, keeping his length entombed within her, he pecked her forehead. “You sure did, Babe - you sure did…”

It was funny - of all the things he could have said or done, his reply was the best thing she’d ever heard. Hugging him as tightly as she could, relishing the sensation of her cum-bloated, sloshing gut, she tittered like a school filly. At long last, after years of repressed desires, she’d found love - she’d found her Daddy…