Contains a crash course in Zebrican Culture, fucking a lover's brother in a separate room, bad sex, bad kissing, big dicks, sexual competitions, quick orgasms, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, and a cliffhanger for a part 2!

Gulping, Mrs. Cake felt her heart pounding as she was walking around in the town that she went to the nightclub for, remembering the fucking she received from Raza inside with the flashing lights and masturbating voyeurs. Part of her wondered if any of them were walking around and would see her and recognize her, though with the drunkenness of many attendees and the darkness of the scenery, she had enough plausible deniability to convincingly deny such an accusation. Knowing Raza’s address from when they exchanged info in the alleyway, Mrs. Cake intended to get back at him for the time he ambushed her at her own work. It was as they both agreed, stalkery and a violation of privacy that gave her a chill down her spine. Though, when she further felt out what the chill was, Mrs. Cake was quick to notice that it was a jolt of need that traveled from her mind to her loins as she remembered the wrongs they committed that day, and how ironically right they felt. Biting her lip, blushing subtly as she remembered the feeling of his tongue, Mrs. Cake turned to see him. Or more accurately, cute little Raza next to a hulk of a zebra. Much to Mrs. Cake’s surprise, the much bigger zebra stallion with his deep green eyes almost looked identical to the imaginary stud she pictured when first using her zebra dildo. Blushing even harder, not knowing what to do with that observation, the unexpected happened. The bigger stud made eye contact with Mrs. Cake first, and spoke.

“Hey Razy, check this one out! I bet milk comes out of her teats!” The big zebra jeered as if he wanted the whole town to hear his remarks, causing Mrs. Cake’s jaw and Raza’s jaw to drop in unison. During their shock, Raza noticed the mare that the other zebra was catcalling, and gave a sharp kick at the bigger stud before galloping towards her. Before Mrs. Cake could express surprise at the balls Raza had to kick another zebra over twice his size, her admirer stood in front of her with a blush on his face and his ears flattened.

“What are you d-doing here?” Raza stammered, trying to smile despite his surprise. Mrs. Cake’s heart dropped a little, wishing that them seeing each other in his town would’ve played out with a more lighthearted tone. But a gut feeling told her that the big zebra was the reason that wasn’t going to be the case. Then, the big zebra shook off the kick to his foreleg like it was nothing as he trotted over to the two of them.

“Brother, you know this bouncy mare?” the big zebra looked Mrs. Cake up and down, his stare firm and unwavering despite Mrs. Cake’s further shock at the fact that she was looking at Raza’s brother. Raza stared at Mrs. Cake knowingly as his blush reached his ears before he hung his head in shame. Unaware, his brother shrugged off the awkward silence as he stretched his thick forehoof forward towards the chubby mare. “The name is Jabari, though mares have called me by a lot of different names~”

Raza winced, still not looking at either of them. Mrs. Cake felt like she was about to step on eggshells, but made the call to accept Jabari’s hoof with her own as they shook forehooves.

“My name is Cup, Cup Cake,” Mrs. Cake introduced herself, and Jabari’s initially stoic expression changed into a strange expression that the blue mare assumed was an attempt at a seductive face. His narrowed eyes and exaggerated smirk almost made her laugh, though for the sake of Raza, she kept herself from doing so as the three of them walked together.

“Sorry to bother, but our parents always periodically get worried about my weak little brother and if he’s adjusting comfortably in his lonely house,” Jabari laughed. “Though I’m sure the four of us visiting helps him feel a little less alone.”

“Four?” Mrs. Cake noticed, right after noticing the glaring insult that kept Raza from inserting himself into the conversation.

“Our parents, me, and my mate,” Jabari explained. “Or I guess if we’re going by Equestrian terms, wife is the more accurate word.”

Mrs. Cake stopped at the door to the small house, fitting enough for one small zebra stallion, but sure enough to be crowded with a whole herd of zebras essentially hanging out in said house. Raza watched as Jabari strutted to the door to his brother’s house first, with the former and Mrs. Cake making eye contact. With his eyes wide and his muzzle deep in a frown, Mrs. Cake’s heart felt for him already. Though, their brief unspoken communication was interrupted by Jabari opening the door wide to reveal three different zebras on a couch in the center of the room. Seeing a zebra stallion that was only slightly smaller than Jabari, having his foreleg around a zebra mare, beside them was a much younger and toned zebra mare with striking purple eyes.

“Oh, we have a visitor?” the older zebra mare’s blue eyes lit up as she grinned wide.

“Yeah, this is Cup Cake,” Raza and Mrs. Cake trotted ahead of Jabari to properly present themselves before the big-mouthed stud could beat them to the punch. “Cup, these are my parents and my brother’s mate Femi.”

“Do your names start with a Z?” Mrs. Cake blurted out the question, despite the possible offense she might’ve imposed on them from doing so. Thankfully the zebra couple merely laughed as they both shook their heads.

“That’s something that used to be common in history, but as zebras moved out of Zebrica and other species came into the land, it became less common as zebra families still retained their last names starting with a Z,” the older zebra mare explained as she pointed to herself and her husband with one forehoof. “My lovely mate here is Azraq Zecohken and my name is Shajara Zecohken.”

“What lovely names,” Mrs. Cake remarked, now knowing the full name of her lover as Raza Zecohken. Though why he didn’t tell her that detail was beyond her.

“Okay, we know your name is Cup Cake,” Jabari stepped up to stand on Mrs. Cake’s other side, the towering stallion moving his head down and staring at her eye level intensely. “But who are you to my brother? A coworker? His maid? Because there’s no way-”

“I’m his lover,” Mrs. Cake spoke over the much bigger zebra too clear for Jabari to mishear her. Moving his head back with his eyes blinking wide and fast, Jabari was rendered speechless. Azraq and Shajara’s mouths both dropped, and Femi mostly kept her composure minus her eyes widening for less than a second. Then, both parents jumped off the couch and rushed towards Mrs. Cake as they both threw a foreleg around her shoulders in a disjointed yet endearing hug.

“Oh great Zebrica, that’s amazing!” Shajara squealed.

“You don’t mind…the age difference?” Mrs. Cake whispered.

“Goodness, no!” Azraq gawked as he looked down at Mrs. Cake with a dazzling grin. “Are you sweet to our son? Do you treat him well?”

“Yes?”

“Then you are the perfect mare already,” Azraq nodded, taking a step back at the same time his wife did. “Welcome to the-”

Before Azraq could continue to give Mrs. Cake his blessing, Jabari threw his head back and laughed hard enough to shut up everybody else in the room before he looked at his parents. Raza’s face fell briefly with his mouth wide open before he glared at his brother.

“Ma, Pa, you both are too nice for your own good sometimes~” Jabari giggled, earning glares from his parents before looking directly at Mrs. Cake. “But if Raza’s history with zebra mares and even pony mares is anything to go by, she won’t be around for very long. But with Femi…!”

Jabari turned to face the well-built yet slender zebra mare that remained on the couch, and Mrs. Cake saw her sit up straight without even being asked as she gave a gentle smile and a flutter of her long eyelashes.

“Sweet Femi here is the real deal, she is the peak of what a zebra mare should be like: quiet and an exceptional listener to her stallion~” Jabari smirked, and Mrs. Cake felt the urge to vomit with each word he was saying directly to his mate’s face. And then, with a deep realization, Mrs. Cake noticed that true to Jabari’s statement, Femi hadn’t spoken a word since Mrs. Cake walked in the door. Raza stomped his forehoof as he trotted past Mrs. Cake and their parents as he glared up at Jabari.

“To bring up my dating history and laugh at my relationship, not only disrespects me but disrespects my lover!” Raza snapped, and Mrs. Cake could see the fire in the young stud’s eyes as well as his openly gritted teeth and trembling body, only able to guess how much of it was fueled by the fact that she technically wasn’t his. Having her husband take precedence by default, on top of listening to his older brother’s remarks! Her heart twisted as Raza pointed a forehoof towards her while still staring at his older brother. “She has a heart of gold, and is further satisfied by me than any stallion she has fucked. The way we look at each other, is what I’ve seen from our parents, the feeling that most creatures won’t ever see in their lifetimes. And that is only enhanced by the sexual energy we both bring to one another!”

“Alright then,” Jabari scoffed, still giving that sickening grin that Mrs. Cake wanted to slap off his face. “I’m not intimidated in the slightest by your capabilities, so we can hold a proper contest if both our lovers are willing. We can see who satisfies the other’s mate better, and the winner will fill in for what the loser fails to do.”

“What?!” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened as she screeched the word before she could stop herself, turning instinctively to look at the stallions’ parents to give some kind of explanation.

“Mate sharing is very common back in Zebrica,” Azraq explained with a shrug. “It’s typically when there’s one sibling who is too lacking to have their own mate, so they share the mate of the superior sibling. Though competitions are a little more intense interpretation of such a concept…”

“And please don’t feel like you have to by any means, sweetheart,” Shajara chuckled as her eyes darted to her sons and back to Mrs. Cake. “We know that you might prefer one over the other without such lewd measures…”

“Or maybe she’s too scared to find out that the big stud’s got more going on~” Jabari laughed, staring at Mrs. Cake with that absurd expression again.

“Either way, we’re going to go grocery shopping,” Shajara gave a dry laugh, trotting to the door with her husband following behind her. “Did you want to come with us, dear? Femi, you could always join if you want?”

Mrs. Cake smiled at the gesture, realizing that her boy toy’s parents were generous enough to give her an out to the wild proposition that Jabari gave for Raza to prove himself. The chubby blue mare looked over at Raza, who turned away from his brother and whispered in her ear.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t have any interest in touching my brother,” Raza insisted. “Though, if you chose to do so, I know I’ve improved enough thanks to you and Phoenix. I could properly satisfy Femi, and show my brother who the real stallion is…”

Mrs. Cake nodded, looking at everypony in the room waiting expectedly for her decision. Femi shook her head at Shajara's suggestion, leaving the parents to look at Mrs. Cake. The chubby blue mare only needed a couple of minutes to think over the suggestion that was initially unfathomable. Phoenix did suggest for her to allow Raza to sleep with other mares if she wasn’t able to give herself fully to the young stud, and she knew that her lover had significantly improved in his carnal abilities. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Mrs. Cake stared up at Jabari.

“I consent to this challenge,” Mrs. Cake trotted up to Jabari, feeling her loins heating up despite the tension as she flagged her tail and revealed her holes to him with a wide smile. “Shouldn’t have any problem with satisfying me, right?”

“Of course not,” Jabari’s ears flickered as he looked at Femi. “My mate, you have my permission to allow Raza to try and satisfy you providing you are consenting to such. I will not care either way, since he won’t be with you for long~!”

Femi got up, nodding at her mate and making a beeline for the room on the left with Raza following, briefly glancing at Mrs. Cake over his shoulder before retreating to the room where he would be having sex with his brother’s mate. Mrs. Cake heard the front door close and she glanced over her shoulder to see that the stallions’ parents had left to avoid the competition and the fallout. Jabari puffed out his chest and turned away, trotting to the room directly across from where Raza and Femi were.

“No need to worry about distracting Raza during his attempts with your orgasmic screams, especially since these rooms are soundproof,” Jabari explained as Mrs. Cake followed him, the chubby older mare closing and locking the door behind her. She felt anxiety in her body despite her taboo excitement to get dicked down by another zebra, worrying that with Jabari’s bigger stature and his ability to secure a married mate, she might’ve doomed Raza with how good he would end up fucking her. She had no idea how good he was in bed, and the treatment he would give her could end up scarring Raza for life as the “lesser” of the two brothers in regards to winning over mares.

As she turned around to properly face Jabari, she felt his lips land on hers within an instant. Nearly slobbering all over her face, and having bad breath, Mrs. Cake was already caught off guard by what an absurdly bad kisser the big stallion was. Though, such was a trivial matter, as not all stallions were frequent kissers in bed. Perhaps this was his weaker suit and he’d prove far more superior in the more carnal affair. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, Mrs. Cake did her damndest best to make up for what he lacked in the lip lock as it went on for a few more moments before he pulled away.

“I’m sure you’re warmed up already, so why don’t you take the position?” Jabari winked.

Raza would’ve offered to eat her out, or at least a significant amount more foreplay for the mare he cared for so deeply. Though Jabari wasn’t wrong, she was plenty wet from the desire she felt from both zebra stallions. Choosing to bite her tongue on the subject, Mrs. Cake hummed to herself as she took the position she preferred, as well as the one she suspected Jabari would look to have with her. Trotting to the king-sized bed, Mrs. Cake threw her forelegs over the foot of the bed with her hindlegs still on the floor as she looked over her shoulder at Jabari trotting up to her. Briefly getting a glimpse of his equipment before he mounted her, it was just as she suspected. Ten inches long, and definitely thicker than Raza’s length, his balls were as big as oranges. Jabari definitely had the package to boast about, and Mrs. Cake released a “oof” as she felt his muscular weight drape over her as he threw his forelegs over her shoulders and rested his forehooves on the bed. With his head on top of her crimson mane, Mrs. Cake inhaled his powerful masculine musk. Once a faithful mare to her husband, refusing to even entertain the idea of breaking her vows, Mrs. Cake felt her pussy walls clenching at the circumstances she found herself in now. Getting fucked by an arrogant and power-hungry zebra stud that she just met that day, the brother of another zebra stud that she fucked the day they met! Mrs. Cake reveled in her sluttiness, her fundamental change from the repressed business wife.

Though, when she felt Jabari slip in his length and felt immense pleasure, she wasn’t ready for the technique of his thrusts. They varied in speed, sometimes humping like a crazed animal and other times going ridiculously slow. It was like he had no idea what he was doing, and it vaguely reminded her of the husband she would’ve liked to not be reminded of whilst fucking who was supposed to be a superior stud. Certainly didn’t hurt by any means, but the thrusting still kept Mrs. Cake from continuously building up pleasure.

“L-Listen, I’m going to fill that cunt up with foals,” Jabari grunted. “I k-know a mare willing to sleep around is hoping for that huh? To get knocked up, and not even know who the father is!”

Mrs. Cake bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, and also restraining herself from revealing that she had been on birth control potions for a while now. Perhaps the incentive to “impregnate” her would get Jabari to actually fuck her properly. Opting not to say anything, simply clapping her fat cupcake-marked cheeks to spur him on, Jabari pressed his weight further against Mrs. Cake as he jackhammered into her. Blushing heavily and feeling her head enter bliss from the thrusts, Mrs. Cake listened to Jabari’s rambles a little more.

“I’m going to add you to my herd, you’ll be mostly mine to have as I’ll have stolen you from anyone else!” Jabari snarled, and that statement caused Mrs. Cake to sink back into reality with realization. Was Jabari not in a monogamous relationship with Femi? Were herds common in Zebrica? Either way, Mrs. Cake was astounded that he thought she was that easy to win over. Technically no one had been able to win her over, not fully. Even her husband that she was committed to for the longest time was getting unknowingly cucked many times over now, even on their own bed! Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes, starting to get bored as Jabari hilted her in embarrassingly less than five minutes as he came hot zebra seed into her vaginal depths. His tool was big, his seed was plentiful, but that was the only highlights of the otherwise abysmal sex. She couldn’t for the life of her understand how the quiet Femi puts up with the pathetic excuse of a stallion, both with his personality and his abilities in the bedroom. Sighing, Mrs. Cake got off the bed as Jabari dismounted from her, his green eyes wide as he looked her up and down.

“You didn’t pass out?” Jabari gawked. “B-But Femi always passes out, fully satisfied just from one session!”

“Perhaps she was faking it, bet she said she was ‘really tired’ each time, didn’t she?” Mrs. Cake spat out the scathing burn before she could stop her, fully turning around to face Jabari as she pointed her head in the direction of the bed. “On the bed, on your back. This mama is about to show you real fucking~”

Jabari scrambled onto the bed, laying on his back with his hind legs splayed out as he exposed his hardening length to her once more. His hope, lingering in the back of his mind, was that he could thrust up into her and perhaps get her to pass out on top of him. Maybe the new position would seal the deal for the difficult challenge that Mrs. Cake presented to him. Opting to do reverse cowgirl instead of directly facing him, trying out the position for the first time, Mrs. Cake sighed as she slipped his fat cock inside of her. Twerking her rippling fat blue ass cheeks, Mrs. Cake giggled as Jabari made the fruitless endeavor of trying to place his forehooves on her cutie marks.

“Awww, are you going to try to thrust into me?” Mrs. Cake giggled, looking over her shoulder and seeing the jaw drop on Jabari’s face as she caught him red-hoofed. “That’s cute, but I won’t stop from giving the most savage plapping you’ve ever felt from a mare~”

Mrs. Cake didn’t exactly intend to diss Femi in that moment, though she snickered at how she imagined Femi’s sex performance being: essentially being a dead fish while Jabari did his two minute thrusting. Perhaps the hopeless couple were meant for each other, but that was their business and not Mrs. Cake’s place to pry. Hilting Jabari’s entire length inside of her pussy, Mrs. Cake hummed as she lifted herself up only to slam her ginormous ass on Jabari. The big zebra stud gave a shocked “oomph!” that did little to deter Mrs. Cake from repeating the movement, slamming her ass down harder on him and faster as she was about to milk him of another orgasm. At times she thought the bed was going to break from how borderline violent her movements were, though she didn’t have to worry about that for long. Jabari gave a deep, yet pitiful moan as he came inside her again. Naturally there wasn’t as much cum in the second orgasm, some of it flooding out of Mrs. Cake’s pussy. The flowing double creampie was delightful, earning a shudder from Mrs. Cake even though she didn’t cum. She felt a deep excitement flowing in her veins as she jumped off of him and trotted out of the room to shower and clean out her body for the next event, knowing that as Jabari stated…

The winner had to fill in for the lesser~