>you ram your tongue into the zebra stallion's prostate
>you feel it pulse back against your explorative laps and thrusts
>the thin wall of flesh between your tongue and his g-spot nowhere near enough to keep you from feeling the gland pulse
>your lips are pressed against his ponut
>he must be close to his own orgasm
>you can feel his prostate hard at work
>throbbing back against your tongue
>your ear twitches
>you could swear you could almost hear a soft gurgling coming from within his sack
>how much cum is in those massive nuts of his?
>your eyes roll back just imagining the absolute LITERS of thick, sperm-laden jizz that you're doing your absolute damndest to milk forth from those apple-sized testicles
>the stall mare makes another muffled gagging noise
>the walls of her throat gripping your girth, cockhead smacking against something tight at the bottom
>could it be...?
>were you actually hitting against the entrance to her stomach
>damn, either her throat was shallower than you thought, or your cock was longer than you thought
>another little warm feeling burning in your belly
>that subtle sense of pride that comes from knowing that your cock is almost too big for her to handle
>a shiver runs through you
>your cock throbbing mightily in her esophagus
>you teeter at the edge of orgasm
>by Celestia's perky dripping teats, how have you even held out this long?
>the hair of your coat on the back of your neck prickles and stands up
>your ears flatten against your head, tail hiking yet again as you feel your zebra brother's asshole clench against your tongue
>you feel his massive sack press against your neck
>so warm
>so soft
>no fur
>just a smooth expanse of leather that puts your own scrotum to shame like nopony's business
>thinking about your nutsack pressed to his, resting atop his
>your amply-sized balls shifting upon his
>the heat from them you feel on your neck envisioned bathing your balls
>there's no way around it
>zigga, you gay as fuck

>you feel his testes shift against your neck
>the gentle gurgle of cum setting a soothing backdrop to the white-hot pounding of your heart in your ears
>your tail swats against your back
>cockhead flaring momentarily, pressing against the zebra mare's throat so tight you're almost certain you're going to bust this time
>once more, you manage to merely shoot a forceful burst of pre directly into the stall mare's stomach
>you're not sure how many of those you have left in you, though
>you can feel the pressure building to a fever pitch
>the need to nut overwhelming
>oh fuck.
>oh, fUCK
>nope
>it's happening
>you can't hold back any longer
>you pop your mouth off the stallion's asshole with a noise reminiscent of a plunger unclogging a drain
>your balls draw up close to your body
>and you let out the most mare-like moan you've ever made in your entire life
>your tail sticks straight (as if) up, your ass thrust towards the sky
>your ponut gaping like your open mouth as the force of what is undeniably the most powerful orgasm of your life barrels through you
>your hooves dig into the zebra stallion's powerful thighs
>the stall mare's muzzle mashed into your crotch
>your cockhead popping past the ring of muscle guarding the mare's stomach and absolutely BLASTING shot after shot of your seed right into her belly
>your mind blends to mush as every nerve in your body lights up in ecstasy
>your cock engorging, pressing up against the tight clutch of the mare's throat to such an extent that it feels impossible for it to be contained within
>balls pulling up close to you body with each shot, dropping down for a moment, and then drawing back
>you're used to four, maybe five ropes when you cum
>Cadance, who you briefly remember exists for a fleeting moment, has in her expert skill occasionally conjured forth six or seven shots from you
>you lose count after the ninth jet of jizz deep into this zebra mare's belly
>your taint plump and twitching as you pump your balls dry
>your horn sparks like a live wire
>your aura trying to form around it
>mana blasting off erratically, like so many fireworks
>or like, well
>you know
>every muscle in your body tenses
>and then goes slack
>you feel like you're completely made of jelly
>like you just jizzed your entire skeleton out
>which sounds decidedly less sexy than it feels
>you're lucky your brain is forming anything resembling a coherent thought, honestly

>the mare has been handling your climax like a champ
>swallowing dutifully, you feel the muscles in her throat hug and pull on your spasming shaft
>milking you of every last wriggling sperm in your nuts
>after what seems like an eternity, you feel your last few spurts of your cum dribble out of your cock
>your length still quite held tight in the grasp of her throat
>you feel the mare weakly paw at your side
>oh, right
>she probably wants to breathe
>your legs are jelly
>all your muscles slack from force of your orgasm
>you somehow manage to push your hooves into the ground and pull your hips back
>your cock slips free from the zebra's mouth with a lewd squelch
>your cockhead drags across her face and spurts one more tiny dollop of cum onto her snout
>you flop back down atop her
>that's enough moving for now
>you're dizzy
>so fucking dizzy
>you lay there atop the mare, twitching
>your whole body numb
>your mind blank
>as sensation and sense alike slowly returns to you, you take a moment to revel in the warmth of the afterglow
>your hindleg twitching as you feel your prostate throb gently
>your cum-soaked cock is sandwiched between your belly and the stall mare's
>grinding against her warm, soft coat
>you feel a dull pulsing in your shaft as your length begins to slowly but surely engorge yet again
>fuck
>all you want to do is cum over and over
>exploring every facet of your sexuality with your newfound life partners
>that reminds you
>should probably learn enough of the language to ask for their names at some point

>your stupor is interrupted by two large hooves cupping you under the chin with great care
"Hmngh?"
>you struggle to focus your eyes as the blurry form of the striped stallion towers over you
>you feel something massive and damp and sticky and WARM slap against the side of your face
>oh.
>right.
>guess your rimjob wasn't enough to QUITE finish him off
>you quiver as you feel his enormous cock grind against you, precum spitting from the tip all down your back
>the gigantic thing throbbing in time with his heartbeat
>you wrap one foreleg around the titanic girth
>your other hoof resting against the inside of his thigh
>your muzzle right up against his medial ring
>the stallion steps back
>you mewl as you feel his cock drag alongside your face
>your own growing harder by the moment
>grinding and humping against the stall mare
>the flat, broad flare grinds against your snout
>pre soaking your face
>out of the corner of your eye you see a puddle on the ground beneath the stallion, undoubtably the result of you shoving your snout in his ass
>your zebra partner prods his cockhead against your lips
>"Bahni..."
>your drool mixes with the pre to form an absolute waterfall of fluids pouring down your chin
"I-it's not gonna fiimngh~"
>you were right, of course
>but your mouth does its best to accommodate the bottom ridge of the zebra's cockhead
>your tongue pushing and flitting against the ever-open slit that produces a seemingly endless supply of that rich, salty precum
>it's so smooth and warm and
>and
>hnnngh
>the SMELL
>your balls draw up close to your dock as you nearly cum yet again
>dear sweet Celestia you are so gay

>it doesn't take much to put him over the edge
>you'd done quite the job on his prostate, after all
>the first shot of zebra cum into your mouth is enough to fill your cheeks, bulging them out as wide as they'll go
>your tongue curls in on itself, dragging through the thick spunk
>it's got the consistency of yogurt
>you have a feeling that you're going to get all the protein and calories you'll need for a few days from this
>the stallion bucks his hips
>your eyes go wide
>your jaw creaks audibly as he shoves his flare past your lips
>your eyes roll back into your head
>cum shoots out of your nose as he continues to pump jet after jet of jizz into your gullet
>your tongue is pinned against the bottom of your mouth
>the flare prods up against the back of your throat
>you gag
>and dutifully swallow as fast as you can
>not fast enough to prevent it from continuing to blast out both nostrils, but certainly enough to lessen the load
>each enormous shot of zebra seed down your throat is heralded by a pulse from the mammoth meat
>you can feel it traveling down the stallion's length before blasting out the tip with incredible force
>right into your mouth
>with the next pump of his cock, the stallion bucks his hips
>and now the cum is shooting directly down your throat
>oh fuck
>are you going find out from personal experience what the mare beneath you felt when you were balls-deep in her throat?
>fuck, even just getting the medial ring into your mouth would probably dislocate your jaw
>already this is the widest you've ever opened it
>each pump of cum forcing it open just a tiny bit wider before it settles back
>if only for a brief moment before yet another shot of seed pushes it back to its limit
>you whine, your head hazy
>his cum is so THICK
>gluing your throat up
>jellylike in its consistency
>and dear princesses, the VOLUME
>it's like chugging a whole barrel filled with caramel
>warm, salty caramel that instead of sweet tastes almost...
>buttery?
>no, that's not it, but you're getting closer
>with so much of it drowning your tongue, it's impossible to remember what you previously thought cum might taste like
>n-not that you've spent any amount of time imagining the taste of cum
>the zebra's seed is rich, salty, and... not quite bitter?
>funny enough
>it reminds you of the taste of those tubers, the ones you purchased laying off to the side, long forgotten
>you wonder briefly if it's affected the taste of your cum
>but soon get lost again in your feverish attempts to keep swallowing
>how in the fuck is he still going?
>those nuts're big, but
>hot damn
>you feel your belly bloat out, pushing against the mare's midsection beneath you that is sloshing with your own load
>your cock getting wrapped around by your expanding belly
>your eyes roll back in your head as you feel a familiar pressure inside you as the NEW pressure of what must be close to if not more than a gallon of zebra cum pressing against your insides
>yup
>you just came again

>your cock slaps against the curve of your belly and spurts three nice (especially considering you just came) ropes of your own seed across the stall mare's upper torso, neck, and face
>the strange yet undeniably elating pressure in your stomach continues to build
>this isn't you on the edge of orgasm, although you wouldn't rule out being made to cum multiple times in succession like a mare
>this feels...
>well, to be honest, it's not entirely dissimilar to the feeling of an oncoming climax
>but it's certainly unique
>your frazzled and baked brain can't quite place it
>and you don't care
>you're ready to go wherever this zebra-operated ride is going
>you've never felt QUITE whatever this sensation is
>all you know is that it's erotic and arousing and—
>POP~!
>your eyes roll back yet again
>you nearly pass out
>hoof thrust to your middle
>holy fuck
>there was so much zebra cum being pumped into your stomach that it popped your navel out
>just like how Cadance's popped out when she was in her final term carrying Flurry
>let's get real
>to the standard observer?
>you look downright GRAVID

>your head swims, dizziness building
>not just from the sheer amount of dopamine flooding your body
>but also because you, like the stall mare beneath you just moments ago, have a cock blocking your ability to breathe
>the pole that is the zebra's cock shudders
>you feel the flare expand inside you
>and the constant pump of his cum wanes
>his hooves squeeze your cheeks
>and with a mighty grunt from your partner, you begin to feel that massive member drag up from inside of you
>it feels like you're throwing up a whole carrot the size of a tree branch
>a bubble of cum forms at your nostril as a sound that a straight stallion should never make escapes you
>with a bit of difficulty, your zebra brother pulls his flare free from your mouth
>you cough, cum and spit spiderwebbing between your lips
>with a moan that's a little too feminine for your tastes, you clutch your stuffed and sloshing middle with your hooves
>you inhale
>and let loose a burp that surprises even you with how loud it is
>your eyes cross when you burp, a wad of cum half the size of your hoof splattering atop your rounded middle
>you're so FULL
>your tail limply flicks against your backside
>your stomach gurgles and groans, working desperately to digest the massive meal it's just been given
>your cock is still hard
>fuck, you love zebras

>you become vaguely aware of the mare moving beneath you
>you slowly slide backwards, landing on your haunches between her hind legs
>your belly is already shrinking, but you imagine you won't be hungry for a day or two (at least)
>your cock slaps up against the sloshing expanse, your eyelids fluttering as you gasp for air
>occasionally spitting and snorting out zebra spunk
>"Danasha!"
>you blink, focusing your gaze
>the stall mare has flipped around on her stomach (which has all but completely returned to normal from when you blew your load the first time)
>her tail hiked high
>her smooth black slit glistening in the morning sun
>she casts a sultry look at you, biting her bottom lip
>and her pink button winks out from the black flesh
>your cock is so hard it hurts
>and you're exhausted
>but you've long since resigned yourself to fucking and sucking until you pass out on top of or beneath one of these striped beauties
>besides, this is your chance to redeem yourself in the eyes of heterosexuality
>okay, fine
>after what just happened, you are gay forever even if you never even so much as looked at another stallion ever again
>you have no time to be concerned about that right now
>there is zebra pussy you could be balls-deep within
>you half-lumber, half-drag yourself to the stall mare
>her ponut twitching as if to tease you
>you sneeze out an absolute torrent of cum
>and you can smell again
>smell that tart, sweet scent of zebra heat in the air
>you flop yourself atop the mare
>cockhead grinding up against her slit
>you wriggle about on top of her, your shrinking stomach allowing you to gain more comfortable purchase with each passing moment
>your flare grinding a small circle on her lips
>parting them
>bathing the tip of your dick with a warmth only rivaled by that of the stallion's shaft
>the mare exhales a pleasured gasp
>and you feel her plump, silky, and soaked clit, wink up just beneath the ridge of your flare