Pacing by the front door, Maud glanced up at her living room clock for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Her hooves ceaselessly clopped against the hardwood, as she restlessly trotted back and forth, filling the air. Mudbriar sat idly by, reading a periodical on the arboreal invasive species, heeding his marefriend little mind.

While the stallion’s actions were in-line with a typical evening, the mare’s were entirely the opposite. Normally, the two would engross themselves with their perspective hobbies, though this wasn’t quite an average afternoon. Not but two days prior, Maud had begun succumbing to her estrus, marking the perfect time for the couple to copulate.

Given the fact that the two had been courting for quite some time, the topic of having a foal had come up on several occasions which, of course, had led to the subject being preceded by a lengthy discussion. Since both Maud and her Mudbriar were pragmatic ponies of the earthen variety, an interesting notion had come into play; adding a bit of genetic diversity to the family lineage may bear them some interesting fruit.

After much deliberation, as well as extensive research on the matter of substitute stud services, the couple had settled upon a decision. Banded Breeders, a business with rave reviews and over a decade of established service, was the organization they chose to employ. Guaranteeing a healthy foal, with the assurance of insemination on the first attempt, they were a shoo-in for the job.

Hearing a knock, Maud turned and moved to the entryway. Turning the knob, vehemently throwing the door open, she greeted her guest. There, loitering just outside, stood a pair of zebra stallions. Tall, well toned, and bearing stripes from hoof to head, the mohawked studs grinned down at her.

“Miss…” one began, fishing a note out of a satchel slung ‘round his neck, “Maud Pie?”

Stepping to the side, Maud extended a hoof and nodded. “Yes. Please, come in,” she flatly replied, ushering them in.

The zebras smiled and strode into the living room, allowing the mare to close the door behind them. Moving to the center of the parlor, taking stock of their surroundings, they watched as Maud and Mudbriar trotted over in front of them. The larger of the two striped stallions took a step forward and gave a curt bow.

“I am Adag,” he intoned, before nodding to his slightly smaller, yet still imposingly immense companion, “and this is Dufan. We will be sowing the seed of life within you this night, my good mare.”

In stark contrast to Maud’s tacit expression, her marehood violently clenched upon hearing his words. Though it didn’t show, she was immeasurably worked up and prepared for a good, hard breeding. Mudbriar was an adequate lover, yet the sinful prospect of being bedded by a duo of stallions set her heart and loins ablaze. More than ready to get down to business, she turned and pointed towards a doorway leading further into the home.

“Our bedroom is just through there. Come,” she instructed, leading the pair, as well as her paramour, away. Proceeding to her chamber, with the trio of stallions following behind her, she sauntered to the bed. “I presume there’s some formal procedure for the insemination process?”

“Not so much formal as thorough, no,” Adag responded, giving her a shrug. Unslinging his shoulder bag, setting it to the ground, he retrieved a neatly folded slip of paper. “Here is the contract of service. As we agreed, half the bits up front, with the other half of the payment after maternity is ensured. Your husband can-”

“Coltfriend,” Maud interrupted, “he’s not my husband.”

“My mistake. Your coltfriend is free to watch and, should he choose, entertain himself,” Adag continued, slowly circling the mare. Coming to her rear, noticing her tail automatically lift to the side, he grinned. “I must admit, you seem to be suffering quite the heat,” he murmured, watching a glimmering droplet of nectar drip from her nethers.

It has been...a trial,” Maud soberly lamented.

Looking back at him, she spied some subtle movement beneath his belly. Steadily creeping from his sheath, an obsidian length of stallionhood emerged. Long, jet black, and with a pronounced vein snaking along its side, the log of flesh sent her heart racing. Shifting her attention to Adag’s partner, she spied a similar sight unfolding. While Dufan’s equipment was marginally smaller than the larger zebra’s, it still utterly eclipsed Mudbriar’s in every conceivable way.

Peering to the pony stallion, Maud appraised her coltfriend; thin and rather underdeveloped, he impassively stared off into nothingness. She did deeply care for him, yet his complete lack of physical intimacy left something to be desired. Dispassionate or not, she still retained mareish desires.

“If you are ready to begin - and I suspect you are - please, present yourself on the bed,” Adag directed, snapping her from her stupor.

With a slight nod, Maud did as she was asked. Crawling onto the mattress, she assumed the position. Pressing her torso to the padded surface, unabashedly splaying her hind legs, she peered over her shoulder at the pair of studs. Despite the calm look on her face, her marehood winked invitingly.

“My companion shall go first, to serve as an appetizer. Dufan, if you would,” Adag uttered, waving in Maud’s direction.

The subordinate zebra complied, trotting to and easing himself onto the bed. Moving to the mare’s rear, gazing upon the dark, fleshy folds of her sex, he leaned in. The hot, humid aroma of her estrus caused his hardening length to slap against his underbelly, filling the air with a meaty Slap. Craning his neck forward, opening his maw, he set to work.

A silent gasp escaped Maud, as she felt the stallion’s tongue drag over her snatch. Restraining herself, staving off the temptation to rock back onto his face, the sound of wood on wood diverted her attention. Glancing over, she spied Adag moving a chair to the bedside.

“I believe this will provide you an exceptional view of the action,” the titanic stallion chuckled, smiling down at Mudbriar.

Studying the chair, then looking over to his marefriend being eaten out on the mattress, Mudbriar nodding in approval. “The proximity and angle are tolerable, although it is unfortunate that I’m relegated to spectate the event,” he droned.

“Well, if you’d like to put yourself to good use, you could always serve as my fluffer,” Adag commented. Raising his hind leg, he nodded towards his groin. “The harder I am, the deeper I can plant my seed in her…”

Maud’s eyes widened ever so slightly, as she witnessed Mudbriar snake his neck under the zebra’s side. While she couldn’t see exactly what her coltfriend was doing, she had no doubt of what was about to transpire. As fate would have it, her interest didn’t go unnoticed.

“Perhaps you’d like to watch?” Adag politely asked, raising an eyebrow. Without waiting for a reply, he shuffled in place and adjusted his stance. “Is this a bit more accommodating?”

His new position, facing slightly to the side from Maud, gave her a perfect view of his groin. Without a word, like some obedient puppy, Mudbriar lowered himself slightly, leaned in, and licked the tip of the zebra’s semi-flaccid tool. As strange as it was to see her lover service another stallion, it was damnably arousing. The barest hum of contentment escaped her, as Dufan’s tongue probed her canal.

“Fixate on my clit,” she humbly asked, pining for more stimulation.

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to begin. I’m not as experienced as Adag is and, I gotta admit, I’m really hankering to get to business,” Dufan began, retracting his head and licking his lips clean. Noticing the small scowl on the elder zebra’s face, he swallowed hard. “I...If that’s alright. Honestly, if you’re wanting more stimulation, it’s the best option. The sooner I finish, the quicker Adag can rut your brains out,” he hastily added, smiling sheepishly.

“Forgive him, he’s one of our newer employees; though, to be fair, he’s not wrong. I assure you, my performance has never failed to be anything less than exhilarating,” Adag laughed, while Mudbriar fondled his grapefruit sized testes.

Gazing longingly at the pair of plump, ripe zebra nuts, Maud’s mouth started to water. “I agree to these terms. Please, as you put it, get to business.”

No sooner had she spoken the words than Dufan reared up and stepped forward. Locking his forelegs around Maud’s ample hips, he rested his weight upon her back. “Just tell me if I’m too heavy,” the zebra muttered. Thrusting forward, the head of his prick grazing off the mare’s inner thigh.

A shiver ran up Maud’s spine, as the hot tip of stallionhood ground against her groin. Raising her waist, praying Dufan would strike his mark, she snorted in frustration. Glancing over, spying her coltfriend slobbering on the side of Adag’s length, she knit her brow; he wasn’t even paying attention to her, too fixated on the superior equine’s equipment.

“Just a bit higher,” Adag instructed, intervening.

Angling himself appropriately, Dufan adjusted his positioning. Giving the mare an experimental prod, sensing the heat of her slick entrance, he drove his hips forward. In one titanic plunge, he buried over half of his shaft into the pony’s confines. Shuffling forward, sliding another inch or so of himself into her, he started bucking.

Standing resolute, Maud’s body was like a statue. Sure, she jostled forward slightly, under the impetus of the striped stallion’s movements, thought it was relatively faint. The only sign of her arousal and enjoyment was a barely noticeable increase to her respiratory rate. Curling one forehoof under her cheek, she rested her head and savored the sensation of being plowed.

Dufan, on the other hoof, wasn’t nearly as quiet as the female. Huffing loudly, drilling her with a zeal reminiscent of his age and inexperience, it didn’t take long for him to hilt himself. The steady Plap Plap Plap of their bodies colliding soon joined his grunting. Mudbriar, ensuring the second zebra would be ready for action, paid little mind to the situation, although Adag paid particular attention to Maud’s face.

“Does he not please you?” the colossal stud asked, surprised with her baffling lack of reaction.

“He’s better than Mudbriar, that’s for sure,” she nonchalantly stated, watching her coltfriend slobber on the monstrous pillar of flesh affixed to the zebra’s loins.

A part of her mind wondered how it would feel to be impaled by such an impressive appendage. Bigger than any stallion’s she’d ever seen, save for Big Macintosh and a lumbering behemoth named Troubleshoes, simply looking at the equipment was enough to make her drool from both ends. The fact that Mudbriar had the good fortune to play with it before her did little to curb her growing interest in Adag. Her focus shifted to the elder zebra’s face, as a question leapt to her mind.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what does your name mean?” she inquired, looking the stud in his sage colored eyes.

“Stone,” Adag coolly responded, flicking the lengthy mohawk off of his face.

Maud’s heart fluttered, when she heard the significance of the gorgeous stallion’s name. Her gaze drifted over him and Mudbriar, appraising the two. Beyond being vastly physically superior to the frail earth stallion, Adag’s name and demeanor were far more appealing than her coltfriends. Observing the pony incompetently lap at the zebra was a travesty; the striped giant deserved proper treatment - treatment only a mare could afford.

Feeling Dufan drape himself on her back, she peered back at him. Judging from the increased speed and force of his thrusts, coupled with his chaotic lack of rhythm, the younger stud wasn’t going to last long. Waiting until he’d hilted on a particularly hard plunge, she violently clenched her marehood around his shaft.

“Cum now,” she casually commanded.

Dufan cried out in surprise and undeniable bliss, as the velvety sex around him became like a vice. While he was a novice compared to Adag, he was far from inexperienced in sexual affairs. Having bedded over a dozen mares, as well as a hooffull of effeminate stallions, he considered himself a fairly accomplished lover; unfortunately, his bravado was utterly destroyed by the mare beneath him.

The stallionhood entombed within Maud spasmed and twitched, disgorging its load into her depths. It was a pleasant sensation, to be sure, though she considered it an opening course. Allowing Dufan to empty his balls, painting her interior with his spunk, her gaze drifted over to Adag. She realized that he was the true prize to be claimed and soon she’d have exactly what she wanted.

Pushing her torso up, practically ignoring the stallion on her back, Maud got to her hooves. Rolling her shoulder and torquing her body to the side, she unceremoniously dumped the zebra off herself. Dufan fell to the side, hauling his still turgid shaft from her depths as he crashed onto the mattress. Placidly staring at Adag, the mare’s nostrils flared.

“Your turn…” she coldly noted, locking eyes with her impending mate.

“You may stop now,” Adag tutted, shoving Mudbriar away. The comparably stallion stepped aside, allowing him to gave Maud his full attention. She’d piqued his interest - a rare event for a pony mare - and he hoped she’d continue to impress him. “So, are you ready for a real breeding?”

Opening her mouth to respond, Maud was stricken with an impulsive idea. Forcing herself to maintain eye contact, avoiding the temptation to look at the fat cock beneath the stud, the slightest trace of a smile graced her. “If it’s anything like his,” she began, blindly pointing in Dufan’s direction, “I’ll outlast you anyways…”

Adag balked, stopping in his tracks. The last time a mare had dared question his carnal prowess he’d left a gibbering, cum drunk mess, though something told him that Maud was different. Laughing to himself, shaking his head, he strode to the mattress. “We’ll see how that confidence holds up, when I’m pumping a foal into you.”

Watching the stallion climb onto the bed, Maud’s eyes lingered on his swaying erection. “If your claims and hubris are as big as your tool, you might be right. But,” she commented, apathetically looking to his face, “most stallions are all talk.”

“Well then, allow me to convince you,” Adag chuckled, drawing to a halt before her. Turning slightly, walking past, he hitched his hind leg up. “Feel free to appreciate it, before it’s delving your depths…”

How Maud hadn’t noticed Adag’s scent before then was a mystery; though, with his package hovering a scant few inches from her snout, the aroma was downright ambrosial. Heady and strong, the zebra’s musk tickled the baser functions of her brain. His musk fit him perfectly, an olfactory mark that he was an apex male practically designed to breed.

As enticing as his package was, she had other plans for it. “If I wanted to look at it, I’d take a picture. How about you put it to good use - that is, if you really know how…” she dully remarked, glancing at his face.

“Since talk is cheap, I’ll have to demonstrate,” he mused. Flexing his pelvic muscles, slapping his stallionhood against his underbelly with a meaty THWACK, he casually proceeded towards her rear. Eyeing her tush for a moment, taking note of her height and stance, he massaged her flank. “A strong body, mental fortitude, and a rapier’s wit; I am sure my seed will grow some exquisite foals within you.”

Resting one hoof on her waist, he pushed himself up and stepped forward. Dufan rolled off the bed, having regained a bit of composure, and trotted over to Mudbriar. Now with the mattress to themselves, the tip of Adag’s stallionhood kissed Maud’s entrance. Almost tauntingly, the zebra prodded the mare’s winking clit with his equipment, as if attempting to goad a response from her.

“Here, let me help,” Maud intoned, rocking her waist back. The broad head of zebra meat pressed against her, for just the blink of an eye, before slipping into her canal.

The mare went rigid, as her entrance stretched around the zebra’s mammoth shaft. In her arrogance, having sought to impale herself on the stallion, she’d made a grave miscalculation; she simply wasn’t prepared to handle something of Adag’s magnitude. Unfortunately, he sensed her weakness and drove his hips forward.

“What’s wrong?” he purred, steadily cramming inch after vascular inch of his length into her snug cunt. “Don’t tell me you’re going to fold that quickly…”

Setting her brow, flying in the face of the incomprehensible sensations Adag’s godly stallionhood delivered, she pressed back. Purely out of petty defiance, she retaliated as best she could. Her intentions had been to hilt him, swallowing every bit of his tool, yet her plans came to an abrupt halt. The moment his obsidian cock slammed against her womb, she inhaled sharply through her nostrils.

The abject feeling of fullness and divine pleasure was tainted with the most intense sensation she’d ever felt. In all her years, she’s never had anypony Adag’s size inside of her and her body was struggling to cope. So distracting was the mind boggling phenomenon that she failed to notice the zebra wrapping his forehooves around her waist.

Smiling to himself, Adag braced his legs and retracted his hips. As his length slid from her depths, her marehood clung to him, seemingly fighting his retreat. Even though she refused to give voice to her desires, her body spoke volumes. Once roughly half of his shaft was clear of her, glistening in the open air, he thrust forward with the immutable force of landslide.

Nearly thrown off balance, accosted by a rapture she didn’t know was possible, Maud steadied herself. Mercifully, despite how amazing Adag’s fucking was, she acclimated to a slight degree. Taking care to synchronize their movements, she bucked into his thrusts. She had her pride as a strong earth pony mare to consider, and she wasn’t going to let herself stand there to get rutted like some filly on prom night.

What Adag had assumed would be an easy task was anything but. He’d met his fair share cocky mares before, bragging about how quickly they could push a stallion over, but every last one of them had been nothing but talk - Maud, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Virtually mute and extraordinarily phlegmatic, she was the first to cause him doubt.

Her technique and physical might were beyond anything he’d ever experienced, from a pony or otherwise, though that was only part of the issue. Her interior and body heat were astounding, embracing his length like it had been made for him. Closing his eyes, concentrating on the task at hand, he plowed her with increasing force.

Peeking to the side, noticing movement, Maud saw Mudbriar standing a few feet away. Apathetically staring at her, his pitiable erection was the only sign that he held any interest for the spectacle. Closing her eyes, fixating on how superior Adag was to her lover, she unintentionally pushed herself closer to release.

Mudbriar was a good pony, though being rutted by a real stallion left her full of doubt. As one of four mares destined to carry on the Pie family lineage, she took her task seriously. She wished for nothing more than to bear the strongest, most capable foals she could, which is why she’d contracted Banded Breeders. The insanely good sex was just a pleasant byproduct - the real prize was knowing she’d soon be inseminated by a marvelous and supremely impressive stud.

Sensing Adag withdraw for a strong thrust, Maud seized the moment. Bracing herself, determined to take everything the zebra had to offer, she violently rolled her waist back. Like two mountains smashing against one another, their bodies collided. The impassioned and reckless move left the pair motionless, gasping in shock.

Beyond having bedded a dragon, it was only the second time Adag had hilted a female. As his mind raced, attempting to comprehend how a simple earth pony had accommodated his entirety, his body moved automatically. The first buck of his hips was small, nearly imperceptible, thought each subsequent movement grew with speed and power.

With her womb virtually crushed at the tip of Adag’s spear, Maud’s heart skipped a beat. Her knees felt weak, there was the barest tremor in muscles about her limbs, and she felt faint, yet she pined for more. Willing her body to comply, she moved along with the stud. Clenching her marehood on the backstrokes and relaxing on his thrusts, she milked his shaft. It wasn’t until his weighty nuts swung forward, slapping against her clit, that the first sound escaped her.

The barest hushed whimper drifted to Adag’s ear’s, spurring his passion to greater heights. Under normal circumstances, he’d be expecting a mare to be screaming to the heavens with unrestrained prayers and unintelligible joy, yet Maud was far from ordinary. The subtle sound was like a death knell; he knew he could best her, he just had to pull out all the stops.

Save for the steady Whud Whud Whud of the impacts between Maud and Adag’s bodies, the room was virtually silent. The display had Dufan’s undivided attention, though he’d seen similar scenes unfold multiple times before, since it was the first time he’d seen his superior giving it his all. Mudbriar placidly watched, apparently content with letting his rigid cock go unserviced.

While the outside observer could easily mistake Maud to be emotionally detached from the rutting, they’d be dead wrong. Internally, her passion blazed with an intensity she’d never known. A fuse had been lit within her, growing ever closer to the powder-keg of her release. Clamping her marehood upon the zebra’s length, sensing him beginning to flare within her, she was pushed to the brink.

Gritting his teeth, screwing his eyes shut, Adag realized he was at his limit. With one final, titanic plunge, he hilted himself fully within the mare. His balls churned, pulling to his groin, sending the first gout of his potent essence rocketing through his shaft. As the tip of his stallionhood expanded outward, locking against her cervix, he erupted.

The scalding heat and internal pressure was staggering, nearly causing Maud to collapse. In that moment, being bred and filled with spunk, time seemed to dilate. Seconds stretched to an eternity, as her bliss soared to the heavens. Teetering on the edge, with her fertile womb being flooded by the zebra’s seed, she broke.

“I’m cumming,” she drably announced.

Like a geyser, the mare’s nethers gushed a cocktail of her climactic juices and jizz over Adag’s groin, legs, and bedspread. Locking her legs, ensuring she didn’t fall, Maud lost herself to the most impossible ecstasy she’d ever experienced. A nova of raw, unfettered pleasure detonated within her, causing her mind to go blank.

Panting and slick with sweat, Adag attempted to compose himself. The exertion, while enjoyable, had been a herculean affair. Unsteadily pushing himself up, he dismounted the mare beneath him. As his softening tool slipped from Maud’s abused entrance, a torrent of cream and fem-cum splashed to the bed.

“And so the contract is fulfilled,” Adag croaked, shakily hopping off the bed. Moving towards Dufan and Mudbriar, noticing that they paid him little mind, he looked over at what held their attention.

To his astonishment, Maud appeared to have blacked out. Though she remained standing, her glazed over eyes peered into oblivion. The sight reaffirmed Adag’s domineering sense of self, leaving him to grin. With his job finished, he had one final thing to do. Without looking, he leveled a hoof at the pony cuck.

“Lick me clean,” he murmured, directing Mudbriar to his cum-slick equipment. As the feeble stallion acquiesced, lapping at his semi-flaccid length, he brought his muzzle to Maud’s ear. “I will be back to ensure I’ve claimed your womb and sired your foals. By the time you’re swollen with our offspring, you will belong to me,” he whispered, biting her ear.

The utterance evoked an aftershock climax with Maud, causing her to shiver from hoof to head. Awash in the post-coitus euphoria, a notion insidiously took hold. If the mighty zebra wished to claim her in mind, body, and spirit, she may just let him - after all, compared to a worthless pony like Mudbriar, Adag was a living god.

Seeing the zebras turn to leave, dredging from the last reserves of her strength, she reached out and grabbed his foreleg. “Promise?”

A toothy smirk split Adag’s face, as he peered down at her. He’s given her a taste of what she could have and he knew the hooks were already in. Caressing her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes, he nodded. “I promise…”