>It was approaching dusk in Canterlot
>Stars were slowly appearing above the clouds as Celestia’s sun fell beyond the horizon and Luna took over the night
>A brisk wind blows through the streets
>In these streets -or rather- on the sidewalk flanking the cobbled paths, were two brothers
>Twins, were it not for the size disparity and color difference
>…Perhaps they weren’t twins after all
>But they were brothers nonetheless
>One was a rather large workhorse-built, turquoise blue stallion sporting a slightly unkempt mane and tail
>The other was decidedly more average, well kept, and wearing a white dress shirt and vest complete with tie
>”I’m telling you Anchors, it’s gonna start affecting business around here.”
>Anchors Aweigh simply nods his silent agreement to his brother, Steel Vaults
>Unbeknownst to the brothers, a pair of zebras come trotting down the same sidewalk towards them, whooping and laughing
>Both have a drink in their hooves as well, and their staggering suggest these drinks are alcoholic
>’But it can’t be as bad as ya say it is, right?’
>The brothers continue to trot down the sidewalk, engrossed in their conversation
>”No no no, I think it’s even worse. You know how many zebras have applied to my store alone? So many of them have moved in, even here in Canterlot. I can’t believe Princess Celestia is okay with letting this happen.”
>Their conversation continues as the zebras’ comes into earshot
>-“Aha, and I couldn’t find it for a week. Turns out, she’d had it in her the whole time!”
>The other zebra wipes his eyes, crying from laughing so hard
>-’But… But… Didn’t she feel it?’
>The first gives the other a forceful pat on the chest
>-“She did! She just thought she was sore!”
>The two zebras roar in laughter again, before bumping into the two ponies and spilling their drinks all over the brothers
 
 
>The taller of the two, Anchors, ends up with most of his neck and chest dripping with the alcoholic beverage
>While his smaller brother gets it in the face
>It splashes upon his suit as well, staining it with the scent and green color the drink held
>”GAH! What the hell?!”
>Steel exclaims, wiping his face off in a huff before looking down at his ruined suit
>Anchors on the other hoof is merely annoyed, and does his best to wipe himself off
>”Don’t you watch where you’re going?!”
>Upon realizing that they’re zebras, it’s hard to tell if he becomes angrier or not
>-”Easy, easy, whoa-hoho! Don’t get your tail in a twist!”
>The other one nods, putting a hoof on Steel’s shoulder
>-’That’s right, that’s right. Our cousin – He runs a dry cleaner. He’ll clean that suit up real quick!’
>The first flashes a wide grin
>-“While he does that, why don’t we get a fresh round of Zicky’s finest?”
>-‘Yeah, ‘s practically right next to the cleaner.’
>The two laugh assuredly as they clean the spots off their own striped coats where the drinks had splashed them
>”Is this just a big joke to you two?! I have half a mind to-“
>Anchors puts one of his large hooves on Steel’s chest, in an effort to calm down his brother before he does something stupid
>’Steel, they already apologized n’ offered to get your suit dry cleaned. Ain’t no need ta go gettin’ more angry.’
>Steel huffs, starting to take off his suit
>”Your cousin had better be good at what he does… And Zicky’s finest had better be exquisite.”
>Anchors rolls his eyes and laughs a bit
>’Er, ya’ll two can lead the way.’
 
 
>-”See Zol? Some ponies are alright.”
>-‘And don’t worry, he’s the fastest dry cleaner in Canterlot.’
>Zol and the other zebra laugh again, paying particularly close attention to Steel as he starts to strip
>-“You’re a big guy, eh? Got any zebra blood in ya?”
>The purple stallion raises an eyebrow as he fully strips down
>”What? Not, I don’t. Besides I’m not nearly as big as my brother here, as you can tell.”
>He gestures to the taller pony beside him
>’Ah don’t have any in me either, sorry.’
>The two zebras snicker, smiling knowingly to each other
>-“We weren’t talking abo-, well…”
>They turn and start trotting the way they came
>Steel is visibly confused, but doesn’t question it further
>-‘Come on, both aren’t further than a block.’
>-“If it were further, we wouldn’t have drinks to spill!”
>Anchors, as usual, remains silent as the two brothers follow the zebras along
>‘So what’s ya’lls names?’
>”And who is this Zicky you keep talking about?”
>-‘Name’s Zol.’
>-“And I’m Zallen. Zicky? Just an old friend.”
>-‘Old flame more like.’
>Zallen looks over at Zol and narrows his eyes
>-“Hey, we fucked a lot, yeah, but we weren’t dating!”
>Zol looks back at the two brothers following them
>-‘Point is, she’s a helluva bartender.’
>-“With an ass to die for~”
>The two laugh again, murmuring old memories to each other
>”I take it she’s a zebra too then, going by her name alone.”
>Steel grimaces at the soaking, dripping clothing draped over his back and sighs inwardly
>’Ya’ll don’t… Find it weird ta be talkin’ like that about yer old uh… Relationships?’
 
 
>Zallen raises an eyebrow
>-“Of course not. Zebras are pretty open about that sort of thing. Should I be embarrassed that I had loads of hot, sweaty sex? No way! You’ll understand once you see her.”
>-‘Play your cards right and she might take one of you!’
>The two zebras snicker again
>’A-Ah’m good, thanks.’
>Anchors chimes in
>”Don’t mind my brother, he wouldn’t know a good time if it bit him on the ass.”
>The two zebras cackle at the jab at Anchors
>The sailor pony frowns at this, but says nothing.
>”We ponies aren’t that open about our escapades.”
>-“How ‘bout you, big guy? You like a good time?”
>Zallen and Zol share a knowing grin
>Anchors nods, oblivious to whatever it was the zebras had planned
>’Ah do. ‘S just not the same stuff my brother enjoys.’
>Steel rolls his eyes
>”I’m sure our new guests aren’t referring to your time at sea. As opposed to Anchors here, I love a good time. Drinking, partying, screwing, half the bars in the city know my name by now.”
>-‘Really? Maybe Vicky already knows you then.’
>-“Then again, ponies aren’t exactly common at Vicky’s.”
>”No no, I’ve never been to a place owned by a zebra. And I’m sure I’d remember a name like Zicky… Or Vicky.”
>He shrugs and shakes his head
>”If it’s as good as you say, I may have to make it a regular spot.”
>-“Mm, well she’s half zebra. Her mane gives it right away.  Goes by Zicky for the zebras, Vicky for the ponies.”
>Zol shrugs as the group turns a corner
>-‘Would you believe it? Some ponies have a thing against zebras. Like, what’s up with that? A leopard can’t change its spot and a zebra can’t change its spots or something.’
>-“So she’s got two names to cater to those kinds of ponies.”
 
 
>Anchors looks down at his brother
>’Ah, Steel weren’t ya sayin’ that-‘
>Steel quickly gives Anchors a swift knock to the foreleg, causing him to grunt and seethe
>”Some ponies just don’t know how to deal with something that’s different than what they’re used to.”
>Steel stops on the sidewalk and looks around confusedly
>They’d been trotting for a few minutes now
>”You said it was pretty close, right?”
>Zallen nods
>-”Yeah, hand your clothes over to Zol here, he’ll run ‘em over to that cleaner. The bar’s in that basement there.”
>The zebra points to a nearby building clad in neon signs
>In the light the brothers could just make out the odd, scratchy stripes that Zallen’s body was covered in
>-”We’ll get some of Zicky’s finest while he’s hoofing it back.”
>The other zebra grimaces
>-‘Hey, why do I gotta run these clothes over!’
>-”You were the one telling the story.”
>-’No I wasn’t!’
>-“No, no, the first one.”
>Zol pouts and nods, conceding his point as Steel hands his stained clothes to him
>”Thanks in advance.”
>He grins smugly as Zol trots away.
>”So, drinks then?”
>Steel trots down the stairs towards the basement, his earlier attitude seemingly having melted away
>Anchors follows dutifully along
>’Ya’ll seem nice enough, Why’re ya treatin’ us?’
>Zallen follows the two inside, looking over his shoulder
>-”Oh, I don’t really know. Kind of to get out of a fight… But moreso to get another drink.”
>The zebra snickers and makes his way towards a booth
>’Oh, ah’m not the kinda pony ta start a fight…’
>”Ha, I might’ve, then you would’ve had to back me up. That suit’s worth way too much money for me not to get pissed… But I suppose some drinks’ll be fine.”
 
 
>Zallen shakes his head
>-“You’re wound up too tight; you need to relax. Nopony should be too stressed about anything, shortens your lifespan you know.”
>”Yeah yeah… I guess you’re right. Just a bit worked up.”
>Zallen waves to the bartender as he takes a seat in a private, enclosed booth, the two brothers joining him on the opposite side
-“Ay Zicky! Two “specials” for these guys!”
>Zicky, a zebra with a bright green and yellow mane styled like a zebra’s mohawk, nods and bends down behind the counter to prepare the drinks
>’What’s the special?’
>The large workhorse tilts his head
>”Oh yeah, and where’s Zol, shouldn’t he be coming back by now?”
>-“Speak of the devil! There he is. Your suit’ll be fine.”
>Zol comes trotting in, laughing as he grabs Anchors by the shoulders and gives him a friendly jostle
>-‘Didn’t miss anything good did I?’
>Startled, Anchors jumps slightly as the zebra grips his shoulders
>He blushes slightly at being startled by something so simple
>Zallen stifles a laugh
>-“Nah, just put ‘em in for two specials.”
>-‘Oh ho! I’ll grab ‘em then!’
>As Zol trots off to the counter, Zallen bursts out laughing, unable to contain it any longer
>-"Oh Celestia, you should've seen your face. 'OH HELP! A zebra's put his hooves on me!' Oh man, after all this 'stop worrying' talk too. We're not going to, like, rape ya or anything.”
>Zol comes back, placing two bright neon pink cocktails in front of the two brothers, taking a seat next to Zallen
 
 
>Anchors tries to protest, but just ends up getting tongue tied as he tries to explain himself
>’N-No that ain’t… Ah’m… Not… Bein’ a…’
>Steel laughs along with the zebra friends, picking up the cocktail in front of him and taking a long drink
>”Yeah bro, lighten up. Take a drink.”
>Steel can feel the cocktail hit him almost immediately, which struck him as odd, since he had a high tolerance
>The odd feeling disappears the more he drinks however
>The two zebras clink their mugs together and start downing theirs
>A-Ah didn’t think ya were gonna… Do anythin’ funny. Ah’m just jumpy.”
>He glances away embarrassedly, taking a drink
>Anchors starts to feel a strong wave of inebriation… And something else overtaking him as the drink hits his tongue
>-‘Oh come on. We’re not that menacing!’
>’N-No really, it ain’t that yer menacin’…’
>Anchors grumbles a bit but otherwise continues drinking
>Steel on the other hoof has slammed back the rest of his cocktail, letting out a satisfied “Ahhh…” as the glass drains
>Discreetly, Zol gestures to Zicky to keep their drinks coming
>-“Hah, you might wanna take it easy on those, bud. Zicky doesn’t pull punches.”
>Zol nods
>-‘Yeah, you might wan-‘
>”HEY ZEEBS!!~”
>A mare from a group shouts at the two from across the bar
>The zebras glance over to see the mare flag her tail and flash her marehood before returning to her friends, who giggle uncontrollably
>The two brothers are suitably confused, and Anchors nearly inhales the rest of his drink as his brother finishes off a second one
>’U-Uh… Ya’ll g-get that a lot?’
>”Lucky bastards!
 
 
>-“Well... What do you think, Zol? Twice a week sound about right?”
>-‘Mm, yeah, 2 or 3. Apparently some trashy magazine put out an article a few months back… Something like 7 things-‘
>-“8 Things Zebras do Better in Bed. Ever since we get a buncha weird mares calling us out like that.”
>They chuckle lecherously
>”Bah! And I… ggggotta at leasstturn on the ssscharm to get a m-mare in bed with me. N-Nnot that it’s hard, but shtill. You don’t even… Have to do anything! Ha!”
>It’s clear Steel is feeling the effects of Zicky’s special, but even so he starts on his third mug
>Anchors is only onto his second, compelled by a strange urge to keep drinking the sweet, pink drink
>-“What about you two? Ever been with a zebra?”
>’A-Ah ain’t never been with a zebra. Ah’m a big guy but… Ah don’t think any zebras’d be inta me.’
>Zol laughs quietly
>-‘I think a zebra or two would be into you, big guy. Just not the ones you think.’
>’O-Oh? Ya… T-Ttthink ssho?’
>Steel shakes his head
>”N-Nnnever find ‘em… Or never seek ‘em out, hah. Why you asking?”
>-“Oh, just wondering. Seems ponies flock to zebras, but not the other way around, eh?”
>Steel hums softly, slamming down the last of his third glass as Zicky brings over another
>”Hmmf, I wouldn’t turn down a zebra if they were asking!”
>Steel chuckles drunkenly, leaning against his brother
>It’s a bit slower going for Anchors to become intoxicated thanks to his larger stature
 
 
>Zallen snickers and claps his hooves together
>-“Really now~ I was sure you two would’ve said no.”
>-‘Not too often you meet colts that go for zebras.’
>-“Either of you been with a stallion before?”
>The two brothers look at each other
>’A-Ah… C-Colts?’
>Anchors takes another sip
>’Ah mean, I never have but ah just assumed… Y-Ya’ll meant uh… Mares.’
>Steel takes a long drink of his fourth glass
>’S-S-Slow down bro…’
>”I fucked a few colts before. Pretty damn fffffffun, tight little asses too.”
>Zallen shrugs
>-“Well it’s that mares are always drooling over us zebras, some crazy lust they got goin’ on.”
>-‘I mean there must be something to it if so many ponies love it, right?~’
>Steel snickers a bit, completely lost in the moment
>”Ahh… Aha, I dunno. I’m a hedonist myself but… Nnf, never been… One to be llllllookin’ at cocks. I wouldn’t know what you’re packing anyway.”
>’Ah mean, ya got a point but… Ah never really thought ‘bout any… Z-Zebra cock…’
>Zallen waves his hoof dismissively
>-“I hear everypony saying zebra dick’s longer, but I’m not that much longer than other stallions. Thicker, yah, but not crazy long or nothing.”
>Zol shrugs, chuckling into his hoof
>-‘Who cares? Ponies like it thicker, even if they don’t know it. Had a colt cream himself near unconscious while I was rutting him a few days ago.’
>Zallen gives Zol a playful push on his face
>-“No way that’s true.”
>’Hey, just take my word for it! I stopped ‘til he came to. When he did he started mumbling something about “best sex ever” or something… Then we kept going!”
>Zol lets out a hearty, full bellied laugh
 
 
>’A-Ah that’s… M-Mighty interestin’ Zol…’
>Anchors seems to be blushing, and scratches his chin, glancing away in an effort to hide it
>His brother however takes notice
>”Shweet shelestia Anchors… You’re actually getting turned on by this aren’t you!?”
>’No no that ain’t it! Ah’m just a bit drunk is all!’
>The zebras keep talking, pretending not to have heard the two brothers’ outburst
>The drugs they had Zicky put in their drinks were working like a charm, and a lust-filled haze was no doubt clouding their minds as time went on
>They just needed another little push, and they’d be gone
>-’He just couldn’t stop moaning, I swear I was gonna get a noise complaint! I SWEAR he came every 4 or 5 thrusts. Of course, I gave him a nice creampie when I was done. Little bastard nearly drained me dry, he was leaking for a few hours when I was done.’
>-“Aw man, I didn’t need to know that last bit.”
>Zallen shudders before chuckling and glancing at the two brothers in the booth across from them
>Steel had started to blush now, clearly fidgeting in his seat as his arousal grew
>”H-Hah, every few thrusts huh… D-Damn~”
>Steel is shuffling slightly in his seat, leaning back to try and get a better look at what their tablemates are packing, but in the dimness of the bar he can’t get a good look
>’S-Steel shtop… Yer gonna make ‘em uncomfortable…’
>Anchors desperately holds his hooves against his crotch, trying to make sure his erect cock doesn’t thump against the table
>He doesn’t succeed
>Thump
>’A-Ah… I… U-Uh…’
 
 
>-‘Y’know, if you two wanna know how big we are, we’ll just show ya.’
>-“Just a heads up though – stallions usually turn green with envy.”
>Anchors shakes his head in a desperate bid to keep ahold of his pride
>’N-N-No ah’m,’ Thud ‘f-f-fine ah swear…’
>The sailor pony isn’t the best liar
>Steel however grins at the two zebras, his own shaft throbbing against his leg
>”H-Hey, whip ‘em out… Don’t ho…Hold out on me~”
>He bites his lip in anticipation
>”Mmf, maybe if I think you’re… I-Impressive, we can work something out~”
>In unison the two zebra friends stand on their hindlegs and let their tools flop onto the table
>Zallen was clealy lying when he said he was only a little longer than a normal stallion – he easily had 4 or 5 inches over most colts, and Zol was even longer!
>It was entirely plausible if they shifter forward just a bit, they could poke the two brothers in the chest
>Steel is drooling, and can’t help himself from hefting Zol’s cock up, bouncing the warm, throbbing thing in his hoof
>Anchors is doing his best to avert his gaze, but his eyes are continuously drawn back to Zallen’s cock
>His own length throbs against his chest, leaking pre that smears into his chest fur
>’Y-Ya’ll are… Mmn… Ya’ll done lied, sayin’ you ain’t… Much bugger t-than us…’
>-“Looking a little needy there, big guy. Y’know  that’s not going away ‘til somepony takes care of it~”
>Steel snorts as he gives Zol’s onyx-hued length a quick few strokes
>”I’m nnnot just gonna bend over for ya, even if you are fu… Fuckin’ huge.”
>Zol chews his lower lip
>-‘Who said you need to bend over for us to have a good time? ‘Sides, you’ve had plenty to drink. Why don’t we head upstairs and you can get a nice taste of zebra dick.’
>”If you tt-think I’m just gonna let ya fuck me… You got another thing coming~”
>Zol rolls his eyes and easily hefts Steel onto his back, exiting the enclosed booth and leaving Zallen and Anchors alone
 
 
>Zallen grins at Anchors, a spark of lust in his eyes
>-“Listen big guy, you’ll be wishing you said yes sooner. If you want, I can just stroll on off to give your brother a nice double stuffing~”
>’N-NO! A-Ah mean… Alright fine… Yes… J-Just, ya gotta help me out, ah don’t care how rough ya gotta be… Ah, ah never been this horny in mah life…”
>Music to Zallen’s ears
>-“Get outta that seat and bend that slutty ass over the table for me, I’m gonna fill you up, sailor boy.”
>The commanding tone he takes is enough to make Anchors’s ears pin back
>He nods obediently and slides out of the booth, taking up position near the head of the table as Zallen moves behind him
>Zallen pushes his front half down against the table and mounts the large workhorse, his own size dwarfing the pony’s own
>He grinds his midnight black member in between the stallion’s cheeks, his medial ring rubbing against his ponut and causing Anchors’s cock to twitch
>’B-But ah don’t… Here? In public?’
>-“Quiet bitch. I’ll take you where I please.”
>Anchors lets out a decidedly unmanly squeaking sound as Zallen presses the head of his shaft against his asshole, smearing it with copious amounts of precum
>The incessant teasing of Anchors continues as the zebra spits on his cock, his saliva mixing with his pre and lubricating his cock
>Anchors is whimpering, his stallionhood throbbing and leaking clear pre onto the floor of the bar
>-“Mmm that’s a good little coltbitch, gimme a nice loud moan while I slide my dick into you.”
>Anchors doesn’t even have time to agree before Zallen sinks the first few inches of his length into his needy ass
 
 
>’A-Aaaaahaaaahn~’
>Normally a rather stoic stallion, Anchors is reduced to shudderings underneath the zebra currently sinking his slick black cock into his once-virgin asshole
>He doesn’t care however
>He’s far too focused on relieving this intense heat in his nethers
>His hindlegs paw at the ground, scraping against the wooden flooring
>’F-Ffuuuck… B-Big… Ngh… P-Ponies’re… Gonna hear, AH!~”
>Zallen simply laughs  at Anchors’s pathetic moans and protests
>-“Feels good doesn’t it? This is what a REAL stallion’s cock feels like. Mmph! With an ass this tight and a cock that small… You might as well be a mare~”
>Zallen grunts and starts to piston his hips in an effort to sink more of his dick into the stallion beneath him, each thrust pressing a few more inches into him
>Anchors yelps loudly and bites his lip as Zallen ruts him (effectively) in public
>’Nnnhnng… R-Real stallion cock… Fuck it’s sho gooood…”
>He grunts and squeaks with every single thrust into his tight little colthole, a puddle of pre starting to form underneath his member, which now seemed diminutive in comparison to the zebra’s buried balls-deep in his asshole
>’A-Ah’m HAAH!~ Not a mare! A-A-Ah s-swear!!’
>Zallen pulls back until his medial ring pops out, then slams his hips forward, bottoming out with each thrust
>A steady, loud WHAP fills the bar as his hips hit Anchors’s plush ass
>-“Ohhhohh but you might as well be. You’ll NEVER pleasure a mare with that tiny tool. You’re… Mmf… Only good for this ass of yours.”
>Zallen gives Anchors a hard SMACK upon his ass, causing a red mark to appear on his cutie mark
>-“Accept it, slut. You’re only good to be bred by real stallions like me~”
 
 
>It was quite the sight to behold
>The large, workhorse stallion being reduced to a cumming, quivering mess as a larger zebra rails him against a table
>Anchors is feeling less and less like a stallion with every spine-tingling thrust, and Zallen knows just how to force him to cum, over and over
>By giving him hard, deep thrusts with the full length of his shining black shaft
>Cum splatters against the sailor’s back legs as he cries out in a high-pitched tone, unbecoming of such a stallion
>’N-No I'm AAAH!!!~ Yes! Yes! Ah can't make a mare ever NYAAH!!~ Feel this good! My ass was FUCK~ made for zebra cock! B-Breed me! Breed my ass with your superior zebra cock!’
>Zallen grinned as he hilted his member inside the stallion again
>The poor colt was completely gone
>Zallen leans down over him, snickering dismissively before whispering in his ear
>-“Came already? No wonder you can’t please a mare, we barely started and you’re on a hair trigger, HA!”
>Zallen flexes his cock inside Anchors’s asshole, grinning and grabbing a hoofful of his mane
>He tugs back roughly, bringing his head up and forcing him to look Zallen in the eyes
>-“Who’s a good little cumdump, hm? Hmm? Answer me you little whore.”
>’A-A-Aaah~ Ah am… Ah’m a… G-Good little cumdump…’
>Zallen rewards Anchors by grinding his hips against his ass
>-“That’s a good bitch.”
>Zallen roughly tosses Anchors’s head forward, bouncing it off the table and bruising his cheek as he returns to sating his lust on the poor colt
>Anchors doesn’t care
>He’s too far gone, drooling with his tongue lolled out upon the table
 
>Zallen resumes his rhythm, rutting Anchors as if he were a mare in heat
>(Which he may as well have been)
>Thanks to the drugged alcohol in his system, it’s not hard to get Anchors to cum again
>And again
>And again
>His pucker clenches around the zebra cock currently railing him, and Zallen grits his teeth
>-“Mmmhhmhmm… Fuck were you a virgin you little coltbitch? Hoo, not anymore.”
>Zallen spanks the stallion’s ass as he pounds away
>-“Ooohhh yeah gonna make you a mare, little colt~”
>Delirious, Anchors can only respond with a pitiful moan the dies out into a whimper
>Zallen grabs Anchors’s head and slams it against the table, keeping it held there as he props one of his own legs on the table for more leverage
>He puts all of his force into absolutely destroying the stallion’s poor rear
>No doubt he’s probably bruised the poor blue stallion’s ass
>His heavy, black orbs slap against Anchors’s own, covered in copious amounts of precum
>Zallen begins to grunt loudly, his hot breath washing over Anchors’s neck as he climbs the peak to his own orgasm
>Anchors had lost count of how many times he’d cum, but he was never counting in the first place
>This was where he belonged, being railed on a table by a zebra
>Zallen’s thrusts get wilder and less rhythmic, and he uses both hooves to press against Anchors’s head as he finally gives one last thrust of his hips
>He buries his cock deep inside the sailor pony, unleashing a torrent of sticky warmth into the colt’s ass
>-“GAAAH FUCK YEAH TAKE IT YOU LITTLE BITCH! TAKE IT ALL!”
>Anchors cums once more, his balls spent and his cock dribbling his load pathetically onto the bar floor
>He doesn’t even have enough energy to let out a moan as Zallen fills him to the brim, his belly starting to round out just slightly
>-“Ahhhhhahh… That was a damn good fuck. Got an ass like a peach you little slut.”
 
 
>Zallen unceremoniously slides his stallionhood out of Anchors’s ass, leaving him gaped and leaking zebra cum from his tailhole
>-“Ain’t that a pretty sight… Hooo~”
>Zallen roughly smacks Anchors’s ass, eliciting another pitiful squeak from the once-dignified stallion
>-“I’m gonna go fuck your brother now, bitchcolt. I’d say don’t leave, but you won’t be walking out of this bar any time soon.”
>Zallen spits on Anchor’s reddened flank
>-“Pathetic. Let’s hope your brother squeals just like you~”
>Zallen leaves the enclosed booth, trotting off and leaving Anchors shaking, leaking, fucked silly, and utterly broken
Meanwhile, in the spare room upstairs…
>-‘Yeah… Mm you got a mouth made for zebra dick don’tcha…’
>Steel has been sat down on the floor against the foot of the bed
>Zol has crammed his cock down the poor stallion’s throat, and is currently grinding his crotch up against Steel’s muzzle
>”M-Mmglck…”
>Steel tries to press his hooves against the zebra’s powerful hips in an effort to get him to stop, to no avail
>Zol removes a few inches from Steel’s mouth before pressing his hips forward
>He repeats this any time Steel tries to protest
>-‘Mmh, don’t fight it ya little slut… I’m about to unload right down your sissy throat’
>During the time that Anchors was being fucked stupid, Zol had been facefucking Steel
>He pumps his hips back and forth, over and over again
>The hefty orbs containing all of his seed, covered in Steel’s saliva, plap against the colt’s chin each time he buries his cock in his throat
 
 
>Steel almost feels like Zol’s thick shaft goes all the way to his stomach
>If the bulge in his throat was anything to go by, it may as well be
>Weakly, he paws at the zebra’s thighs
>His protests are growing weaker and weaker from the lack of air
>His vision swims as Zol’s rough pumps get even rougher
>Zol reaches a crescendo and wraps his hooves around the back of Steel’s head, pulling his head forward to meet his groin with every thrust
>Steel gags and whimpers around the onyx cock in his mouth
>His snout had assuredly been broken from an earlier punch when Zol was forcing him down
>Now the blood was starting to soak into the zebra’s white crotch, staining it a dark red
>The zebra fucking his throat lets out a loud moan that sounds more like a growling that anything else
>He grips Steel’s neatly styled mane, using it as leverage to force him against his crotch as his cock throbs and dumps his baby batter right down Steel’s throat
>He doesn’t even get the option to choose to spit it out or not
>That is, until Zol pulls back just enough to fill up Steel’s mouth
>-‘Rrrrgghmmfh… Oooooh yeah… You’d better fuckin’ swallow, pony bitch…’
>The sheer amount of spunk is enough to puff out Steel’s cheeks, and some even starts to leak from his nose
>Out of either fear, drunkenness, or lusty haze, Steel obediently starts to swallow down the zebra’s cum as best he can
>Some still leaks from his nose, thanks to the sheer quantity, but it’s enough for the zebra
>-‘There’s a good pony, swallowing like a cute little slut.’
>Zol forcibly removes his cock from Steel’s mouth, giving it a few pumps with his hoof and splattering the stallion’s face with his seed
 
 
>-‘Now ain’t that a pretty sight~’
>Zol grips Steel’s cum covered mane, pulling his head up
>-‘Who’s a good little mare?’
>Steel coughs and whimpers
>Zol smacks him across the cheek
>-‘Answer me. Who’s a good little mare?’
>Steel rubs at his cheek, seething slightly
>”I-I-I’m… Not a… Mare…”
>A wide grin spreads across Zol’s face
>-‘Oh ho, you’ll be moaning like one soon enough~’
>Steel shakes his head as Zol starts to reposition him
>As he does so however, Zallen opens the door and trots in, his member swaying below him and leaking cum
>-‘Hm? What’s up?
>-“Just got done fucking the other one. Came here to… Give you a hoof~”
>The two zebras chuckle and Zol sits down on the bed, holding Steel in his lap
>-‘You’re just in time then. Was about to give this bitch a nice rut. I don’t think he’ll mind takin’ two at a time.’
>Steel whimpers again, his shaft dribbling cum down its length, dwarfed by the two zebra cocks in the room
>”N-No… NO I can’t… Please!”
>The two zebras cackle as Zallen stalks closer
>-“Cute, he thinks he’s got a choice.”
>The two zebras position the head of their throbbing meatsticks at Steel’s ponut, threateningly putting pressure against it
>The purple stallion, now a cum dripping mess, groans and grits his teeth
>At any moment the two could slip into his ass
>-“Your brother moaned like a whore. Let’s see if it runs in the family~”
 
 
>The two zebras grip Steel’s hips and force him down, plunging their lengths into his waiting pucker instantly
>Upon his anal virginity being taken by not just one, but two zebras, Steel yelps loudly
>His yelp fades into a high-pitched moan and whimper as the two friends hold him up between them, forcing him to take more and more as he’s slid down
>-“Hmhm listen to that… Sounds just like a mare don’t he~”
>Steel’s entire body shakes and shudders as Zallen grabs his hindlegs and forces him further down
>They were going to make him hilt BOTH of their dicks inside him
>Steel looks down in disbelief at his stomach, now bulging out slightly
>It only takes about a minute for them to end up balls deep inside Steel’s anus, leaving him drooling and slumped forward against Zallen
>Zol uses Steel like an impromptu cocksock, taking hold of his ass and lifting him up, only to force him back down
>The poor purple stallion was there only for the zebras’ pleasure, nothing else
>But thanks to the drugs in his system, he didn’t even care
>Past the pain there was indescribable pleasure that left his cock spurting cum each time he was pulled downwards
>Their slick, midnight black lengths kept putting pressure on his prostate, medial rings rubbing against it with every thrust
>-“Damn we sure lucked out eh… Hah~ This one takes it like a fuckin’ champ.”
>-‘Hell yeah. Just look at him… Little slut’s jazzed out of his mind. He loves it. Ain’t that right, bitch?’
>Steel nods furiously, his eyes rolled upwards with bliss
>-“What was that?”
>Zallen gives Steel a hard SMACK upon his flank, leaving a clear red mark
>-“Tell us how much you… Mmf, love this~”
 
 
>Steel is being bounced up and down vigorously at this point, his length hitting his belly with a wet plap and smearing cum all over his coat
>”I-I-I-I ffffucking love zebra cock! AAAHN!!~”
>-‘Oooh yeah I love hearin’ ‘em say that, don’t you Zallen?’
>-“Damn straight. Suits these ponies mmff… Well~”
>The two zebras frot inside Steel’s ass, grinding their cocks together and groaning
>-‘Ahaha! What say we flood the little slut? Bet he’ll love that.”
>They keep bouncing the diminutive stallion up and down, grinning
>Poor Steel is almost delirious, reduced to incoherent babbling broken up only by squeaks whenever the zebras hit a particularly good spot inside him
>He can’t even cum like a real stallion, and instead his shaft leaks the white liquid from its tip, never to grace the inside of a mare again
>-“Oooh yeah I wanna hear him beg though.”
>Zallen smacks the side of Steel’s face to get his attention
>-“Ponyslut, beg for us~ Beg for me and Zol to fill that coltpussy up real nice. Beg for us to BREED you.”
>Steel is nothing but obedient, and he dutifully nods, grinning stupidly
>”Y-Yeah! Yes fffuck cum in my ass! Fill me up! AAH!!~”
>-‘MORE! Who’s a good little mare, huh? Who loves zebra dick?~’
>”ME!!~ I DO! I AM! I’m a good little mare! I love zebra dick! Me!!”
>-“Say it~ Say you’ll never please a mare and were made for superior males to fuck you~”
>”B-B-Breed me like a mare! FUCK!!~ I-I-I’ll never be able to please a mare like a-Aaaah! A zebra can!! My ass was made for thick zebra cocks!”
 
 
>That was enough for the two zebras, who hilt themselves inside Steel’s ponut and unload a fresh helping of stallion spunk deep inside him
>The thick, sticky liquid mixes together and starts to leak from his rear, coating their cocks in a mix of their own seed
>It creates an oddly satisfying contrast with the jet black flesh of their tools
>Once they’d finally finished filling up the poor stallion, they pull out and toss him on the bed like a used rag
>Which Steel was, essentially
>Naught but a used, broke cum rag
>Zol decides to finish off the poor stallion with a few spurts of cum right on his flank, marking him as another conquest
>-‘Hoooh DAMN that was good. Hey, what about his brother?’
>Zallen glances over as he wipes off his dick with Steel’s fur
>-“What, Anchors? Left him down in the bar. He’ll still be down there if ya wanna go… Pay him a visit.”
>Zol chuckles and starts towards the door
>-‘Oh you know damn well I’m not gonna pass up a chance to use an ass like that.”
>The rest of the night would continue on like this
>Eventually the zebras would drag Anchors up to the bedroom as well and continue to have their way with the drugged, broken stallions until the sun came up
>The two brothers would never again court a mare
>And every night they would continue to be used and abused by the Zol and Zallen
>Over time, they forgot they were ever anything else than playthings for these zebras
>They lived to please their striped masters
>For Zol and Zallen, they were simply two more ponies to add to the list of ones they’d broken