In the heart of Manehattan, in the more business-like district, a sizable Counselor's office rested casually between a Law and Order office, and a classy Prench restaurant. "Dr. Silver Hoof, PhD Marriage Counseling '' was painted carefully on the glass door of the office. Silver Hoof was a well renowned counselor, capable of helping couples that others would've long suggested divorces to. She was also a rather young mare herself, possibly in her early thirties and remained unmarried. Not that she didn't have the occasional client trying to seduce her during one on one sessions. Silver Hoof did maintain an elegant and professional air about her, wearing a dark business attire that complimented both her alluring breasts and distracting curves. Many wives have accused her of foul play, but Silver had an almost magical way to talk anypony into anything. The loud ring of the telephone broke the silence in Dr, Silver Hoof's office. The Zebra mare paused from her paperwork for a moment to reach over, picking up the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Silver Hoof, Marriage Counselor, how may I help you?" Silver asked, her voice was as sweet and tantalizing as audible chocolate. The caller only gave one word...Siri. Silver's eyes widened in surprise and said “Sorry you’ve got the wrong number. She hung up the phone, then quickly looked around her office to ensure privacy. She pulled out a panel of her desk and a new phone was presented and picked it up. "You certainly know how to call out of the blue. Please try to warn me in advance, if you need to speak with me over the phone. Public lines are not safe anymore."

"You seem to be doing well." The Siri on the phone commented. Ignoring her remarks. "The Master has begun to forward the plans, all Siri are to begin the next step."

"Next step?" Silver asked, looking over to her file cabinet. Over the past half decade, she has had clients of every kind. And each marriage held a dirty secret she could use against them. "And how can I be of help?"

"You have records of many married couples in Manehattan correct? Mostly those of influence." The Siri asked, his voice was neutral, if not a tad monotone.

"I have, it was my mission." Silver responded. "Is there a couple the Master wants me to put towards our position?"

"Yes, we are now to bring the wealthier members of pony society into our folds." The Siri answered. "I believe you have a client called the Oranges?"

"The Oranges? Yes, I believe I have them." Silver got up from the phone to check her records. After a few moments, she found the dossier containing Mr and Mrs Oranges' session records. "Here they are...both are not completely satisfied with the other and both make a hefty disposable income. I have had them invest into our ventures and clean our money unknowingly for years. They have proven to be a valuable asset to us. They also have become the owners of many redistribution centers for food and goods."

"They are also the Aunt and Uncle of the Element of Honesty, Applejack." The Siri wrapped up his instructions. "The Master has already conquered the Element, as well as beginning to bring in her family one pony at a time. We want you to target her kin in Manehattan. We don’t need them spoiling what fruit has been barred so far. Use whatever means you can, but remember, discretion is our greatest tool. No mistakes"

"I will perform as the Master declares." Silver nodded her head as she wrapped up her call. "They shall be under our thumbs within a fortnight, this I swear." Silver hung up the phone and quickly flipped through her calendar for a specific date. "Only eight days away from our next session. This one is sure to be quite the lesson. Till then I have much to do."

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Back in Manehattan, Silver Hoof's luck has only increased. Instead of waiting eight days, Mrs. Orange had contacted Silver's office about a rather personal issue she claims could not wait. Not wanting to let this opportunity slip, Silver set up a last second appointment. But Silver made sure to add an extra surprise. Immediately contacting the nearest Siri hideout, Silver was given a back up Siri agent. The Siri sent to her was a rather petite looking zebra. But she would act as Silver's intern. As Silver waited in her office, her "intern" awaiting the arrival of the Oranges, Silver made sure to get back into the mindset of a "traditional" zebra. Making sure her tone was exotic with a rhyming dialect.

"Silver Hoof, your three o'clock has arrived, I am sending them in." The intern called into the office with a surprisingly feminine voice, letting the Oranges enter the office. "And so the fun can now begin."

Inside Silver's office, both the Oranges sat rather apart from the other. Mr. Orange was dressed in a dark orange suit with a black tie, his cropped and slicked back mane showed off his "sophistication". While Mrs. Orange was in a bright orange show dress, one that could easily be lifted by the right pair of hands. Silver did a quick analysis of the two before starting their session.

"Now what is it that has brought you both here?" Silver's tone was calming and compassionate, perfect for her act. "Certainly nothing bad, I hope."

"Well, this is a little difficult, but...I don't think my husband loves me anymore." Mrs. Orange said, tears starting to drip from her eyes as she spoke. "He hasn't touched me in years, but I found out he's been sleeping with other stallions from the yacht club."

"That is quite the reason to feel sorrow and anger." Silver turned her gaze to Mr. Orange, who was relaxed and calm despite the accusations. "Is this true sir?"

"It is." Mr. Orange said, his voice held almost no shame. "I love my wife, same as I did when we married. But I can't simply throw away who I am. I'm into stallions and that's all there is to it. My desires are not for mares as I thought when I was younger, they are for stallions. I still love her dearly still… but I’ve come to understand lusting for mares isn’t who I am.

"Well we will need a more one on one session for such topics. This is quite the revelation. I will do my best to help you both." Silver suggested, gesturing towards the door. "Mr. Orange, if you would kindly leave while I ask Mrs. Orange a few questions? I will call you in after I’m done speaking with her and then I will speak to you both. If you are both willing, we can have an extended session to properly handle your current concerns. This would also increase the appointment fees though. Is that alright?" Both Oranges looked at each other and nodded before agreeing. This needed more than a one hour session and would take a lot of work.

"I will take my leave for the time being." Mr. Orange commented, getting to his hooves, his expression remained unchanged. "I only want what's best for both of us." Mrs. Orange said nothing as her husband left the room. Just as he left, Mr. Orange's attention was brought to the petite intern. The zebra had a cute face to her, but something about her seemed off. But for some reason, it kept Mr. Orange staring. Without looking, the zebra intern rose from her seat, and with swaying small hips, appeared to be luring Mr. Orange away. "Well...I know it's bad but I just...aw damn it!" Mr. Orange swallowed hard and gave a subtle chase after the tempting Zebra. Though he was into stallions, he felt something enticing about the intern. He wondered if his body had noticed something his mind had not...

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"Now you believe your husband no longer cares." Silver asked, knowing full well that her "intern" would be busy with Mr. Orange away. "But there must be other reasons you are so worried over this affair?"

"There are." Mrs. Orange explained, her body trembled a little at her words. "My husband and I have had a falling out for quite some time, years even as you know. The only thing keeping us together was our social standing. If the other nobles were to discover we divorced over this, it would be the social death of us both. If that was to happen then I fear things would turn for the worst. That’s not even bringing into consideration our finances."

"So you desire a way to keep your social standing and your husband?" Silver asked, writing some more notes and suggestions. "But so far you have not been able to consider any plans?"

"Exactly, that's why I set up this appointment." Mrs. Orange asked. "Is there any way we can resolve this?"

"I do have a few ideas if you would listen with care. Though please understand that one's sexuality is not so simple as just ‘resolving’ it. I’ve seen both mares and stallions alike go through such a revolution. In such a position as yourself, many expect you to fit the role given. Many repress who they are for who they have to be because of this. Many times resulting in scenario’s you are in now. Society’s social standards are powerful in today's society." Silver said, explaining to the mare that things are far from as simple as resolving one's sexuality., her tone more direct and almost hypnotic as she spoke. "Have you considered being intimate with a mare? Maybe you feel more like your husband than you know, have you considered this thought before?"

"A mare?!" Mrs. Orange froze in her seat, but started fidgeting a little. "I-I never really thought about it..." Silver’s words lingered in her thoughts, a mare she never even entertained the notion before but…. maybe?” Her mind had wandered before to try and put herself in her husband's shoes but she never could come to any other feeling than confusion and frustration. Though Silver's words lingered… She was right in many ways, the expected and the standards. She had seen a couple break apart in the high society before and one had a gay lover. It was not pretty, which scared her. The same thing happens to herself if she ever entertained such a thing. Though she feared for her husband to be put through the same as the couple she saw tormented before. Maybe fear was controlling her… maybe she was like her husband?

"There's no need to lie." Silver smiled, her words becoming audible honey to Mrs. Orange's ears. Mrs. Orange was finding it harder and harder to ignore Silver's words as they seemed to dance in her mind and bring forth a pleasant feeling. Getting up from her chair, Silver swayed her way to Mrs. Orange, seduction coated eyes staring down at the now timid mare. "Maybe it is something you would like to try. Maybe… with me?" The Zebra’s mare's words sunk deep into Mrs. Orange as they seemed to draw her in.

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While Silver was seducing a nervous Mrs. Orange, her intern was busy with Mr. Orange. The intern's own seductions might have worked a little too well. All the intern did was sway some hip and an inviting look was all it took to lure the stallion to an empty supply room. But Mr. Orange followed after the tender prey, only to jump it the moment the door was closed. Though taken by surprise at Mr. Orange's advances, the intern put up no resistance; in fact, quite the opposite.

"You are quite the forward one." The intern moaned, feeling Mr. Orange's hands moving about his body, lowering themselves to the hips and rear. "We only just met."

"Is that going to stop you?" Mr. Orange asked, his hands still holding the intern. “Cause you’re the one who brought me here.”

"Only if you don't get too rough." The intern responded, kissing Mr. Orange on the lips in a passionate display. Pulling his mouth away, the intern slowly pulled down the tight pants, revealing that the intern had something Mr. Orange had hoped for, his feeling from before wasn’t wrong. He suspected that's why he was drawn to the intern so easily but couldn’t confirm till now.. The intern was a stallion, a sissy zebra stallion. I can give or I can take. It's up to you, big guy."

"Hmm let's see then." Mr. Orange responded, completely unfazed by the intern's sudden maleness. "Let's do this then." Mr. Orange grabbed the intern's shoulders, forcing the male's body to his knees. The intern did not resist but rather stared longingly at Mr. Orange's large bulge in his pants. "Go and fish it."

"Of course.." The intern cooed, slowly unzipping Mr. Orange's pants, reaching into the fly to pull out Mr.Orange's thick, flopping cock. "So strong." The intern licked his lips as he slowly stroked it, making it harder and thicker. "The musk coming off this." The intern started licking at the shaft, running his tongue along the length and ending at the tip. "So delicious."

"Oh Celestia, you are good at this." Mr. Orange commented, grabbing the back of the intern's mane, tugging at it and forcing him to really take in the thick cock in his mouth. "How long have you been sucking cock?"

"Oh, for a good long time." The intern moaned, one hand cupping Mr. Orange's balls, while his other hand began stroking his small cock. "I've never known anything better than such a thick...meaty...succulent..."

"Here we go!" Mr. Orange loudly groaned and he grabbed the back of the intern's head as he drove his cock deep into the zebra's mouth, filling his cheeks with his thick cum. "Oh that was great!" The intern though hoped the stallion had more to give, that was a bit quick but he suspected the stallion was a bit deprived.

"Y-yeah." The intern responded, gulping the stallion's cum. "But I think we're not done here yet." Standing up, the intern gestured to Mr. Orange to lay on his back. "When I'm done with you, you're never gonna be able to fuck another tight asshole again."

"That's what I like to hear." Mr. Orange smirked, laying on his back. "Now come and get your thick pony cock!"

Slowly lowering himself down, the zebra stared deeply into Mr. Orange's eyes, silently telling him how good this would feel. It wasn't long until the intern was riding on top of Mr. Orange, letting the married stallion's cock pulse in and out of the intern's ass. But despite learning the truth about the intern, Mr. Orange was even more eager to fuck the small zebra. Not that the intern complained, he was proud to service such a well formed cock, and it only bought Silver more time. Mr. Orange was by far the easiest stallion the intern could have ever seduced. He barely had to move and Mr. Orange was raging and hard.

"I-I'm surprised!" The zebra intern moaned, feeling Mr. Orange's cock widening his ass. "I thought...y-you'd be put off by my little prick, but it only seems to make you harder."

"Well, I was a little surprised." Mr. Orange chucked, thrusting harder into the intern's anal cavity. "But I have a thing for small and timid looking stallions."

"Then you're gonna love this." The intern moaned, swaying himself from side to side. This motion caused Mr. Orange's cock to only thicken inside the small stallion's rear. "Oh yeah! Tell me how much you love fucking some innocent twink ass."

"Yes! I love it!" Mr. Orange moaned, grabbing at the zebra's hips, allowing him to go deeper and harder. "This is one of the best I've ever felt."

"More than your wife?" The zebra moaned, but his euphoric arousal was interrupted by Mr. Orange pushing him off, landing him less than a foot away. "What's wrong?!"

"I'm sorry." Mr. Orange answered, getting to his hooves. "But no ass or pussy could change my love for my wife."

“Are you sure about that?” The intern said, looking up at the stallion with twinkling eyes. His lips quivered as he looked at him, giving him a lustful, yet playful expression. “Maybe I should show you.”

Before Mr. Orange could say another thing, the intern turned over, getting back to work suckling along his cock. The stallion felt his back straighten up as he felt another surge of pleasure rush through him. This petite little twink was even better than he thought. Whatever he showed him before, that was just a flirt, a tease to lure him deeper. He could feel it, the swelling of his arousal, and it was something no amount of thoughts of his wife could restrain. Gritting his teeth harder, he tried in vain, but there was no point to it. His balls tightened, only to then feel a tingle as the intern fondled at his sensitive orbs.

“Come on, you think you can hold back?” The intern giggled, licking along the cockhead. “Try this.” Before Mr. Orange could say another word, the zebra twink took in the full size of his cock, bottoming out as his throat bulged.

The stallion gasped as he continued to try in vain to hold back, but this intern was too good. The way his throat wrapped so tight and wet around his shaft. It was more than anything he’s ever felt. Not even the few times he had fucked his own wife had he felt this level of pleasure. This little twink was able to make his cock tingle in no way he had experienced before. His mind continued to resist, even as his body had already surrendered to this intern’s skills. This didn’t escape the intern’s notice.

“Come on, isn’t this what you want?” The intern asked, slowly pulling Mr. Orange’s cock free of his mouth. But then, an idea dawned on him. “Oh, that’s right, we didn’t get to enjoy the full experience.” Turning over again, he presented his still open and willing asshole to the stallion. “You only got a taste, I wanna give that fat cock the full meal.”

Mr. Orange hesitated for a moment, struggling to hold back his growing urges. He was facing a choice, the same that he had dealt with many, many times before. Would this be what took him too far? Would this next tight, femboi fuckhole be what would fully ruin his marriage? Swallowing hard, he stared a little longer at the twink. He couldn’t deny that his dick was getting harder, twitching madly as he wanted to ram himself back into this smaller zebra. Swaying his hips from side to side, the intern continued to allure the stallion, but said little else.

“I’m going to hate this later.” Mr. Orange said to himself, as quiet as a whisper. Swallowing the last of his fear, and possibly his pride, he grabbed at the intern’s hips again. The smaller zebra let out a small coo as he felt his rear hole being slowly stretched again by the stallion’s large size. “Fuck…”

Mr. Orange didn’t say anything else after that, it wasn’t that he was broken, his mind didn’t submit to the intern’s tight ass. But there was a part of him that echoed out within his mind, the same part of him that had driven him to commit these acts over and over again. Justification. As he started to pick up the pace of his humping, his mind was filled with nothing but excuse after excuse. Every and anything he could imagine to let himself get away with this. Before, he would have no regard for this, only to fuck and enjoy himself, but this was different. His wife was nearby, and yet he only felt a growing sense of guilt.

The intern seemed to show little to no concern, only bouncing his small, round ass over the stallion’s cock. He did his best to squeeze his anal cavity over the shaft, taking in as much as he could. Mr. Orange pumped and thrusted faster and faster, making sure to try and ram himself as quickly and deep as he could. His mind was nearly there in accepting what was happening. Though a fragment of it held strong to his feelings for his wife. Taking another deep breath, his lungs filled the faint yet potent musk this femboi was giving off.

“Come on, fuck my ass!” The intern moaned, his voice sounding sweeter and sweeter as he continued to work himself over Mr. Orange’s cock. Shivering as he swayed and bounced on the shaft. “Don’t think about it, just fuck it.” He continued to moan and plead, almost like a sweet begging as he looked back at the stallion with dazzling eyes. “I got this tight ass that’s begging for your cock. Give it to me, give it to me. I want it, I want it!”

Mr. Orange continued to pump and hump his hips against the intern’s ass, filling and stretching his rear hole with a growing sense of lust and fervor. His mind, or what was left of this resistance was widling away, leaving only the desire to fuck, but that did not mean he had been broken. He was not fully succumbing to the addiction of such debauchery, but his body was still showing off more and more of his spiral into the euphoric pleasure.

“Come on, fuck me harder.” The intern moaned out, his tongue dangling from his open mouth as he continued to take in more and more dick. “You know you want to pound my ass with that fat cock.”

“...I know…” Mr. Orange grumbled, his thoughts escaping his throat as he continued to pick up his paces. Groaning and letting out more and more gurgling sounds. “Just…just stop…talking…”

“How are you going to make me?” The intern asked with a teasing tone. “How about you just keep fucking me if you wanna make me stop talking, stud.”

Grunting hard, Mr. Orange tightened his hold of the intern's hips. Thrusting hard and fast, the stallion continued to pump his cock in and out of the femboi's ass, stretching it out more and more with each motion. Groaning and grunting, he continued to pound as hard as he could, trying to fuck rougher whenever the zebra twink tried to say anything other than whorish moans and coos. But no matter how much he fucked him, the tight zebra seemed to only tease and tantalize him with each panting breath.

Gritting his teeth harder, his anger only grew as he couldn't get the intern to stop talking, even if it was little more than moaning whispers. He could still hear him. That voice, that sound, it mocked him, it drove him to only try harder and harder. Driving his cock as deep as he could, it felt as though he was ramming his full size all the way inside the intern’s body. The twink kept on moaning, but there was still that whisper under his breath.

“Come on stud, keep fucking me!” The intern moaned, looking back again at Mr. Orange. “Your cock is so big. Are you gonna cum? You gonna fill my tight twink ass with your hot cum?”

“I said…” Mr. Orange grunted, reaching upwards to grab at the intern’s arms. Pulling them back hard, he thrusted his cock so deep, it caused the zebra to gasp as he felt the hot release of the stallion’s cum. “Shut…up!”

The intern’s eyes rolled back a little, feeling his ass fill with Mr. Orange’s cum. It was a pretty think load pumped hard in the intern’s insides, almost causing the strong taste to reach the back of his throat and the tip of his dangling tongue. Letting out another thick load in the intern's ass, Mr. Orange let out a low sigh as he kept himself in the zebra for a few moments. Panting hard, he tried to compose himself, his mind racing as he felt the lingering shivers of his cock still twitching out a few more smaller spurts before eventually pulling himself out of the twink.

"Fuck...you came so hard…" The intern cooed, shivering as he all but collapsed on the ground. "How was that stud? Still wanna fuck your wife after that?"

"Yes. Even if I like little twink sluts like you, that doesn't change anything." Mr. Orange said, his tone somewhat calmer as he tried to tuck his limping dick back into his pants. "I'll admit, I enjoy that, but if enjoying this means betraying my wife anymore...then I'll just have to give up the bad habit. It's been fun, but I don't want to do this again."

"That’s very sweet of you to love her so much...but that's a shame." The intern sighed, snapping his fingers. As if on cue, the door opened, with no less than eight large zebra stallions entering. Mr. Orange's expression turned to fear as his mind raced at what was to happen to him. It was in this hesitation that the intern was able to remove himself from Mr. Orange and quickly sneak behind Mr. Orange, forcing him to drink a strange elixir.. The change was not immediate, but Mr. Orange dropped to his knees at the internal effects. His body was on fire as a feeling of both pain and pleasure roamed his body from head to hoof. Every cool breeze froze his sweat covered skin, and his vision was becoming blurred. The last thing he heard before his world vanished from him was the intern commanding the eight zebras. "Break him."

He then felt himself lifted by a pair of large armors and a hand firmly on his bottom as his asshole was teased slightly by a thick digit. He wasn’t sure what happened but he knew they were no longer in the empty supply closet. Mr. Orange was powerless to resist as two of the stronger zebras grabbed his shoulders and forced him to his knees. Though his eyes were closed and most of his senses were almost non-existent, Mr. Orange could feel three massive zebra cockheads pressing against his cheeks and lips. Mr. Orange could only kneel and feel as his mouth was pried open by two thick cocks, nearly dislocating his jaw as he only seemed to moan as the zebras turned his face into a fuck toy.

"I'm sorry we have to be so rough with you." The intern commented, looking down at Mr. Orange, though the presence of so many cocks was causing him to start stroking off two of the other zebras. "But this would've gone a lot easier if you just gave in. But you'll find this is more fun than it feels at first." Looking at Mr. Orange being brought to his knees, as well as the struggle there was trying to fit so many bodies in one closet forced the intern to rethink his approach. Snapping his fingers at an idea. “We need a little more room here.”

Turning around, the intern pushed aside a large, yet surprisingly light box to reveal a tall panel. Shifting the panel to one side revealed a much more spacious room secretly attached to the closet. The intern sighed a breath of relief for a moment. Thanking that the zebras had long bought off this building and added this remodeling. If that wasn’t there and the zebras he called in couldn’t do their business in such a small space, his ass would be beaten...quite literally.

"Ahh good, more room to break in the bitch." One of the zebra's most likely the leader of this pack, grabbed the back of the intern's head. "You called us in too quickly, you shouldn’t have been so quick to give up after one attempt. You should have kept pushing him, making him yearn for you but instead you gave up. Not all targets will be easily conquered. Now that we have stepped in, you must be disciplined for your laziness. You shouldn’t have been so quick to give up and have us step in. So before we send you back to HQ, you’ll be punished by the rest of the unit. "

The intern only gulped in both pleasure and fear as he felt the pack leader's cock press against his tight entrance. He felt a tinge of guilt at the pack leader's words, he had quick and easy targets before… He never had someone like Mr. Orange that would say no after he made them blow their load. He understood his mistake, he grew cocky and that if he failed once that he wasn’t gonna be able to do it… that was his mistake.

The Intern was jolted from this mind as he felt his pack leader's hand throw him to the nearby table. The pack leader gave no warning as he grabbed the intern's hips and forced his thick zebra cock into the intern's ass. The small zebra cried in both pleasure and pain; his little cock squirting a little as he orgasmed from the sudden intrusion. But his open mouth was only blocked by another zebra's cock and his hands continued stroking the other two.

“B-but didn’t I do good?” The intern squealed, his soft voice being muffled but heavy cock thrusts. “I hope I did good.”

“You failed to sway him as promised. That wasn’t even the problem, it was your lack of effort.” The lead Zebra grunted watching the intern squirm under so much pressure. “And when you manage to bring us in to fix your mistake, you fail to provide appropriate space for us. It doesn’t matter that you fixed it, you still made the mistake and failed to put in a proper amount of effort. You’ve become complacent and gave up at the first signs of resistance..” The intern had no response, he knew the zebra was right. All he could do was accept his punishment.

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