Down Bad

Sprawled upon his expansive bed, Okuta chuckled softly. The past couple of weeks had been filled with lecherous bounties, conquests that he earned through sheer carnal might. Now, he had time to savor the fruits of his labor, glancing down and basking in the sensations accosting him. A sextet of mares lay on or against him, quietly moaning and praising him as they lavished him with affection, though two of them hadn’t always been the way they were now. His eyes swept from his right side to his left, bringing a broad smile to his face.

Leech, Kennel, Kara, Fenris, Bezou, and even Czu had asked to spend the night with him, yet he hadn’t had the heart to select only one of them to share his bed with - as such, he’d opted to invite all six over. They were all ecstatic to hear the news, more than happy to serve their Master alongside their fellow slaves, and that eagerness they had was being shown now. A trio of muzzles kissed and licked his chest, two more lapped at his nethers, and a sixth was driven under his balls to worship his rear, as his guests paid him thanks for all the gifts he’d given. They were moving in a rotation, each one desperate to savor every last inch of his body, and he allowed them to indulge themselves in such.

Fenris and Czu were stallions no longer, their bodies having happily been metamorphosed into mares through the use of powerful potions and exotic magics. They had thanked him countless times for properly erasing the stallions they once were, more than joyful with their new lives as true mares, but that was far from the most glaring change suffered by the ponies. Each member of his harem had grown heavy with foal - an inevitable outcome from being constantly bred, and the sight of their swollen bellies, full bosoms, and striped hides warmed the depths of his heart. Their plumper forms came with increased libido, the prospect of each of them becoming mothers driving them into a frenzy of lust.

Lust they dedicated to him, forever and always now.

His forehooves drifted downward to knead and caress the soft, yielding asses of Kennel and Leech. They’d been the ones who’d kicked everything off, the first members of his soon to be founded tribe, and he’d be lying if he hadn’t developed a soft spot for the pair of lovers. He knew they were still a couple, taking amusement when they flirted and warmed one another up for him, although they knew who they belonged to.

Kennel was a shadow of the smug little mare she once was. That first night he fucked her senseless had sealed her fate, leaving her to be conquered and bred for the rest of her days. It took a fair amount of time, but she had been broken properly. She knew her place, and her side comments, lack of respect, and more had been properly struck down. With his foal growing in her belly, any chance of her previous, less desirable traits resurfacing had been permanently sundered. All that was left was a docile, pregnant tool for him to use and fuck. Her skills were of use, and she made for a proper fleshlight on top of the amorous blends she could create.

Leech had been the more accepting of the two, even all the way back when he first conquered them both. A part of him told him she always wanted this, remembering back when she questioned when he’d bless either her or Kennel with a foal. She had thought she had a semblance of control, claiming she would become his favorite, though the slutty, confident mare she was had been fucked into oblivion - leaving her desperate and needy for his mere touch. She had thought she’d have a morsel of power, relying on her countless lewd experiences to keep her mind sane, but she had been broken beyond anything she’d experienced before, leaving her to be finally properly claimed.

The knowledge of them being lovers, yet his dedicated broodmares as well, always sent a surge of excitement to his loins. His lust had matched their love, and they committed themselves to each other and him with everything they had. Their quirky relationship did make for a powerful pair of sluts, and they united time and time again to remind him of just how perfect sex slaves they truly were.

“Kiss for me,” he quietly intoned, prompting the duo to peer at one another.

They pushed themselves up, each having laid on an opposite side of him. They paused for a brief moment, licking their lips and throwing one another sultry gazes, before they leaned toward one another.

“Of course, Master~” they moaned in unison, snickering to themselves as their muzzles grew closer.

Their lips met, their tongues entwined, and a soft moan sailed to his ears. They really were cute, although he wouldn’t deny taking joy from the two former adventurers he’d taken as concubines. Shifting his head to the side, he peered under Kennel’s belly and to his loins.

“You two,” he continued, drawing Fenris and Kara’s eyes up to his face, “come here and present.”

Fenris and Kara stood and turned, both begrudgingly seizing making out with his dick. Trotting past their companions, moving in tandem, they faced away from him, leaned forward, pressed their chests to the mattress, and flagged their tails while flicking their lustful juices over his chest. The sight of their slavering marehoods, winking and leaking uncontrollably, sent blood rushing to his loins. Their round, gravid forms, with their much larger bosoms hanging delectably below them were sights to behold - marking just how far they had fallen.

Kara’s well built body had been fit for that of a warrior, but a warrior she no longer was. Her ass had grown plumper, her tits ballooned, her thighs thickened, and her belly had grown upon her impregnation, all marking the destruction of the mare she once was. Her smug, determined nature had been her downfall, though had made for an exciting challenge. With each and every visit she and her lover made to his home, more and more of what she was had been erased. That competitive spirit of hers morphed into an addiction to his cock, and it led to the day she broke. Swearing herself to him, yielding and proclaiming him as her Master, her fate had been laid out for her. She may have conquered countless foes and monsters alike as a warrior, but the nail in her coffin had been his titanic length besieging her insides, and she could never get enough of what he had to offer. She knew he was better, she knew he was everything, and now she was more than happy to be his glorified fleshlight for as long as she lived.

Not only that, but it was deliciously ironic to see her paired with her former coltfriend.

To her side, her marefriend swayed her hips from side to side, glancing back at her Master. Fenris had made for a stupendous mare, even better than when she was a misguided stallion. The comely stud should’ve seen it coming, a body like his was asking to be conquered, and Okuta had been generous enough to show him the light. What started as a quick swing with their friends led to the erasure of his masculinity, now leading a life as a foal factory alongside his lover. The addition of a second, drooling hole, and a pair of milk dripping tits, had increased the pegasus’ appeal by a large measure. She had always been a mare, but she was now a true one, and her gravid status only furthered that statement. Her arcane skills allowed her to add flavor to her services to him, abandoning any powerful, offensive magics to solely study and focus on lustful ones. Okuta couldn’t deny his fondness for the bitch, after all, though Ike had knocked up Czu, he’d personally put a foal in Fenris - and claiming a former stallion in such a way added an element of arousal beyond explanation.

“Shake your asses, sluts,” he calmly directed. “Thank me for showing you how foolish you were thinking you were meant to be ‘adventurers’.”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in either of them, as they dumbly giggled and did as told. They pivoted their hips, motioning their rumps up and down, allowing him to bask in the sound of their thickened flanks clapping. Their rumps jiggled with each mere motion, their pregnancy only furthering the sexual nature they held, and they were more than happy to appease his request.

“Thank you, Master~” Kara groaned, spewing her marish juices onto the bed and his torso.

“For showing us what we were made for,” Fenris followed, her tits bouncing below her as she eagerly obeyed her Master.

They both exchanged glances with one another, giggling once more as they eyed each other’s rears. They had once been experienced, clever adventurers, but the constant breeding and degradation had withered away that part of them, leaving them as nothing short of his dumb bitches - a development Okuta was rather fond of.

Kara and Fenris were nothing like they’d once been, having abandoned their love of adventure in exchange for being his pets. The couple still loved one another, so far as he could tell, yet he had no doubt that they would give anything to stay by his side.

Glancing down, past Kennel and Leech still making out, Okuta caught sight of his last two slaves moving. Bezou had moved from lavishing his backdoor to dutifully suckling on his nuts, while Czu had moved away from kissing his chest, happily beginning to throat his cock with fury.

The succubus, once a prideful, all powerful being of sensual delights and eldritch fury, was now a shell of what she once was. Her status as a demon of lust had foolishly led her to believe she was an unstoppable, unbearable force when it came to carnal affairs, yet that belief had led her to her ultimate downfall. Though magic from both Fenris and Kennel was needed to break her, accompanied by plenty of teasing from Kara and Leech, when her mind gave in, she never returned to her former self. That night spelt the end of her life as a dominant demoness, morphing her into a cumdump, a cocksleeve, and a foal factory for him. Gravid with his foals, allowing her Master to be the first stallion in her endless lifetime to claim her womb, she fulfilled her role as a slave to the fullest. Though she had endless power herself, knowing he had shattered her mind, and impregnated her soon after, was the most pleasurable thing he imagined she could offer. She had threatened him in his own home back then, but now it wasn’t uncommon for him to be greeted home by her flanks clapping together as she shook her ass in an attempt to satisfy him.

“You spent ages foolishly thinking you had control,” Okuta intoned, glowering down at her. “When deep down you were just a slutwaiting to be conquered.”

An audible pop rang out as Bezou released one of his nuts from her mouth, before she licked her lips and eyed him. “Bezou is so sorry, Master!” she giggled, kissing his balls gingerly. “The creature she once was was a stupid bitch, but you erased her and showed Bezou her place!”

“And what is that place?” he questioned, gliding his hooves along Kara and Fenris’ winking cunts.

“To obey and serve you, Master!” she happily answered, giggling dumbly once again. “Bezou is your worthless, cumdump, breeding bitch! That’s all she is!”

He simply nodded in response, prompting her smile to widen as she dove back down onto his sack and hungrily slurped on it. She was a pathetic shadow of what she once was - good.

Finally, Okuta turned his attention upwards, catching sight of the other former stud hungrily throating his entire length with ease. Czu wasn’t a stallion he had found and broken himself, having to give that credit to both Ike and Fenris, but he certainly was able to savor the pony’s value as a slave - her only value. He had met her a scant few times before her metamorphosis into a mare, but even then he could easily tell she was made for this life. The comely, petite stallion she was had clearly been made to be conquered, undeserving of his body when he had been so lowly. A fat ass and fuckable face were the only thing that had carried over from her false, previous existence, now adorning better additions. That drooling cunt of hers was a welcome addition, almost always winking and ready, and those plump, milk-filled, tits of hers were all thanks to the endless loads Ike had pumped into the little mare’s womb.

“Isn’t it better like this?” Okuta asked, raising a brow at her.

Czu slowly rose up, gliding her tongue along the underside of her shaft before releasing it and taking a sharp breath. “Of course! I was always meant to be a fucktoy for big, strong, perfect creatures like you! I’m going to give you and my Daddy so many foals!”

She was nearly giddy in her response, shaking excitedly and quickly resuming blowing him. She wasn’t as obedient to him as the others, but that only made sense. Where these five were his property, she was Ike’s loving and obedient wife. Okuta planned to wed a mare soon, or rather, wed all of his mares. His people believed in claiming multiple partners, and with five broken bitches on him at all times, he’d ensure to wed them each. From creatures filled with confidence, goals, and free will, to his mindless, broken, pregnant wives for all of time.

And it was perfect.

Savoring the sights before him once again, feeling and hearing the dutiful servitude of his entire collection, he smirked. Spreading his legs, clearing his throat and drawing all of their attention, he waggled a hoof before him and ushered them away. Understanding what he meant, all six of them scurried towards the foot of the bed, before all hungrily glancing down at his slickened, throbbing cock.

Shaking his head and chuckling, finding their state as adorable as it was hot, he licked his lips and eyed all six pregnant mares.

“So, who wants it first?~”