Contains fucking a lover's brother in a separate room, the peak of a sexual competition, zebra on zebra action, zebra on pony action, eating out, missionary, doggy style, lots of marecum, making out, developing feelings, jealousy, watching two ponies having sex, fucking two mares in one day, zebradom, and two creampies!

Closing the door behind him, Raza watched as Femi barely made a sound with her forehooves as she trotted to the king-sized bed and laid upon it with her purple eyes staring at the smaller zebra stud intently. Raza threw a forehoof to his forehead, used to this situation but still exasperated about it all the same.

“Femi, Jabari obviously gave you the implicit permission to talk seeing as how we’re going to fuck,” Raza groaned. “It’s not as if he expects you to be silent the whole time…”

“Yes, I know,” Femi’s light feminine voice filled the air, like that of an angel or a fairy with how soft and delicate it was. A direct contradiction to her muscular and fit figure, implying a far more vocal and strong mare. Most ponies didn’t understand how his arrogant brother could’ve ever ended up with such a sweet and attractive zebra mare, but it was abundantly clear to Raza how that could occur. He knew Femi was a virgin when she had met Jabari, and was still processing that his brother even permitted him to have sex with her to begin with! Jabari really had to have zero faith in him to allow such an act, and Raza smirked as he trotted up to Femi.

“Listen Femi, you are a beautiful mare and I hate to see you settle for less than you deserve,” Raza shook his head. “You’ve known I felt this way for a long time, and hopefully you find the stallion that brings out your best qualities. But until then, I have something to prove and I would like to make sure you get everything out of this that you want.”

Femi sat up on the bed, her eyes on Raza as she awaited what he was going to do next. She never had sex with another stallion outside of Jabari, and found her heart unexpectedly pounding at the prospect of sleeping with somepony knew. Somepony, she realized with an unsettling ache in her heart, that actually wants to make sure I’m happy.

Raza pushed her hindlegs apart to reveal her glistening pussy, not overly wet yet because of the suddenness of their situation, but that was bound to change. Sitting down on the floor, becoming eye level with Femi’s pussy, Raza leaned forward and gave her pussy a gentle kiss before pushing his muzzle against her clit and opening her folds with his long tongue. Femi gasped as she slapped her forehooves over her mouth and trembled almost right off the bat, it was almost as if…

“What are you doing?” Femi whispered, remaining still and not stopping Raza in his movements. Raza groaned into her pussy with what she said, this was her first time receiving oral? Growling with a mission, Raza wriggled his tongue into her pussy and brought a forehoof against her clit as he played with it vigorously. Femi quivered, letting out whines and moans as she placed her forehooves against Raza’s head without thinking about it. Raza took a deep inhale to smell her as well as properly taste her, tasting that Femi’s pussy was vaguely lavender-flavored and started going down on her faster. Sure, it wasn’t Mrs. Cake’s overly sweet love juices, but his goal was to prove himself in the moment. Within less than five minutes, of Raza’s tongue wriggling into the hot walls of Femi, and his hoof nearly getting worn out completely from the furious rubbing, Femi had the orgasm of a dying star crash into her. Hearing her normally delicate voice break as she cried out in the soundproof room, Femi’s hindlegs clenched down on Raza’s head as she convulsed and came all over his muzzle. Raza made sure to close his eyes in anticipation of the orgasm, and Femi whimpered as she let go of the stallion’s head and collapsed onto the bed. Wiping the marecum off his eyelids, Raza then opened his eyes and trotted around the bed so that he was looking down at her trembling lips.

“Is everything okay?” Raza whispered, careful as to not touch her in a sensitive state without knowing how she was feeling. Femi took a deep breath, before her purple eyes looked at Raza with a gentle smile.

“Yes, please don’t worry about stopping everything,” Femi insisted. “It’s just…I’ve had orgasms before masturbating, just um, never with a partner.”

“Great Zebrica,” Raza groaned through gritted teeth, shaking his head. “Do you need a moment or-”

“No,” Femi blurted out over Raza, shaking her head rapidly as she swished her tail side to side from the bed. Getting into a spread eagle position as she used her forehooves to spread her pussy lips further open as she bit her lip for a moment, Femi continued. “Please, fuck me properly so I have even more to hope for…”

Raza didn’t question the implications of Femi’s statement, simply climbing onto the bed and standing over her as his head was right above her own head. Femi blushed as her eyelashes fluttered, her purple eyes glued onto his face as he brought the tip of his fully erect cock to her drenched pussy. In other circumstances, Raza would’ve loved to have Femi’s mouth around his length before the main event. But with a challenge to face, this was going to be about Femi and primarily Femi. Looking down at her smile becoming a lot wider, Raza still wanted to make one more confirmation.

“Are you ready for this?” Raza asked.

“Yes, please, I can’t take it anymore,” Femi gasped. “You’re the better stud? Prove it, show me so that I won’t be able to deny it once I leave this room~”

With the open goading taking Raza off-guard, watching as Femi’s earnest smile shifted into that of a subtle smirk with a flick of her ears, the zebra stallion took action. He felt her muscular hindlegs against his much more slender hindlegs, knowing that the zebra mare beneath him was far more fit. Though, he was superior in his own skills over her. Slipping his length inside of her, slowly inch by inch with a deep moan and sigh from the both of them, Raza knew that his length’s size wouldn’t be the most impressive part to her. No, it would be the technique that he would show as the superior stud. Having hilted her with little difficulty, Raza then proceeded to pull out most of his length until only the tip was inside. Initially planning a gentle approach before Femi’s words, Raza narrowed his eyes on her as he slammed his entire length back inside the zebra mare’s hot depths. Femi threw her head back and let out a higher-pitched moan, her heart racing at what was cumming next.

Plapping her firm cheeks and grunting at the fast pace he started at right out the gate, his fat balls slapping against her ponut, Raza delighted in how loud she was getting with her dirty brays and moans. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head with the savage thrusts he was giving her, having the advantages of being a smaller and more flexible stud on top of having great stamina. Femi stared at Raza, her heart blossoming from the way he encouraged her more and more to let out her best qualities in the bedroom, her loins on fire and her excitement reaching levels she didn’t know were possible. On top of that, Raza had beautiful blue eyes that she was blessed with seeing whenever they weren’t closed with the focus on giving her the time of her life. She was certain with how Jabari was, he would’ve definitely locked lips with this Cup Cake slut at least once, so she waited till her second orgasm was nearing before reaching her forehooves around Raza’s head and pulling him in. Locking lips with the pistoning stud above her, Femi gave a moment to see if Raza would pull away before continuing. She briefly saw his eyes wide open with shock before Femi closed her own eyes and slipped her own tongue inside of his mouth and felt him gradually reciprocating. Their tongues were dancing like passionate wisps of fire against one another, Femi moaning loudly into his mouth as his dick thrusting in and out of her pussy was getting slicker with her juices. The loud PLAP PLAP PLAP as she fully gave herself to him only spurred her on further, the dirtiness of sleeping with another causing her to reach her breaking point. Braying into Raza’s mouth, Femi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head again as she squirted another healthy amount of marecum all over the stud’s dick without him even slowing down. It inevitably led to a third orgasm starting seconds after the last one ended, and Raza pulled out and moved away as she whined.

“I would like to try a different position, head down and ass up so I can plap those beautiful cheeks of yours properly~” Raza snickered, watching as the naturally obedient zebra mare did so right away, with her forelegs against her chest and her hind legs straight up to have her striped ass cheeks raised for him. Not quite as big as Mrs. Cake’s, they still held an appeal of their own as they were relatively firm with a bit of fat to them. Raza moved back to her and mounted Femi, effortlessly slipping his cock back inside of her depths. While it was true that he wanted to fuck her doggy style for the joy of smacking her butt with his hips, Raza felt worry in the forefront of her mind from how quick she was to kiss him. He didn’t feel like he necessarily did Mrs. Cake dirty, but Raza hoped that the kiss was only that to Femi: dirty tongue-swapping in the heat of the moment. Attempting to take his mind off the forwardness from the otherwise passive mare, Raza began smacking Femi’s ass cheeks with his forehooves when he pulled out on each thrust, savoring the ripple her stripes gave with each loud smack. Femi gave deep feminine sounds of yearning that went into Raza’s ears and straight to his loins as he felt himself getting close. Edging himself for a few minutes longer to avoid being anywhere close to a quick-shot for Femi, Raza eventually reached his breaking point as Femi was about to reach her fourth orgasm. Noticing his quickening thrusts, Femi twerked her firm ass cheeks around his jackhammering cock as she moaned.

“Yes, yes! Cum for me, cum for me, AHN!” Femi squealed, reaching another peak of her pleasure as Raza hilted himself inside of her with a deep groan. Hot white ropes of his seed poured into her depths while marecum also came out of them, though Raza was able to keep most of his creampie inside. As Femi was falling from consciousness into sleeping away pure bliss, Femi felt her heart at the peak of happiness, feeling fulfilled and desired as everything went black. Watching in record time as the mare he fucked passed out with her ass still up in the air, Raza wondered what he was going to do with his rapidly hardening length as he pulled out and thought back to Mrs. Cake…

Mrs. Cake hummed a tune to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom and into the main living room, having vigorously washed her entire body from her mane to her fur coat. Even the cum that remained in her depths was thoroughly cleaned out as she swayed her hips back and forth while skipping to the room that Raza and Femi left in. While the back of her head was fraught with thoughts of Raza falling for a mare that was more his age and a zebra who shared his culture, Mrs. Cake shook off the disdain for such an outcome. She needed Raza to eventually have his own life someday, and Mrs. Cake willed herself to be supportive of that.

Putting a hoof on the doorknob and opening the door before Jabari could potentially wake up, Mrs. Cake was instantly greeted with the sight of Femi’s ass in the air on the bed. Somehow, despite the toned young zebra mare’s eyes being closed as she was barely regaining consciousness, her striped ass was trembling in pleasure as her baby maker was spilling out Raza’s seed. Mrs. Cake could hear the quivering moans and whimpers as Femi’s tongue was lolled out of her mouth, a heavy blush on her face as she clapped her zebra cheeks. Raza was standing near the foot of the bed, blushing as well while he panted. Just when Mrs. Cake’s heart dropped a little, worried the young zebra she’d grown fond of was too worn out to give anything to her, her eyes dropped down to his dark length at full mast. The bitchbreaker that had beautifully ruined Femi was still up for action, and Raza’s wide blue eyes instantly focused Mrs. Cake as she entered the room. Closing the door behind her with a flick and pull with her thick crimson tail, Mrs. Cake grinned widely.

“I’ve showered properly, so don’t worry,” Mrs. Cake assured Raza, who took the initiative to trot up to her and push his muzzle against her neck, deeply inhaling the raspberry soap that she washed herself with as his exhaustion began to ebb away. “And let’s just say, I wasn’t even close to being as satisfied as I would’ve liked.”

“That means…”

“Yes, that means you’re the winner,” Mrs. Cake pulled back from Raza’s touch to widely smirk at him, to see his eyes light up and watching him give a wide open-mouthed grin. Turning around, Mrs. Cake narrowed her eyes and gave a deep giggle as she moved her tail to the side and proceeded to loudly clap her fat blue ass cheeks for him. Raza’s jaw dropped as his eyes drifted to the lewd symphony of the MILF’s clapping like it was a siren’s call, watching the rapid rhythm of her ass cheeks moving from each other only to ripple when they smacked together. Mrs. Cake’s clapping then increased in speed for a few seconds before she stopped altogether, licking her lips as she glanced at her own cutie marks before looking into his eyes again. “You’ll be a dear and help me be satisfied, won’t you?”

“Of course~” Raza rushed forward, pressing his lips against Mrs. Cake’s and slipping his tongue as their tongues danced with a skip of the zebra stud’s heart. His liplock with Femi was very nice, but there was something about kissing the plump lips of an older MILF with a lot more experience and once repressed desire. The fact that she was heavier, able to push him back against the bed with her body alone, sent a shiver throughout Raza’s body as the blue mare pulled back from the kiss to climb on the bed and take the exact same position beside Femi. Though, with both of them side by side, Raza knew which one he was quicker to take as he proceeded to mount Mrs. Cake’s absurdly fat ass, slipping his cock into her depths as they both moaned. Femi glanced up at them, her expression contorting as she was blatantly presented with Raza fucking his lover. Though, instead of leaving, Femi studied the two of them as she tried to understand Mrs. Cake’s technique. Perhaps figure out what Raza liked about the older mare better, and try to imitate it. Femi could’ve guessed that Raza was settling for her because he hadn't had any luck with a zebra mare, and she could assume that he would drop this Cup Cake upon being offered the affections of another zebra.

Raza fucked Mrs. Cake like a beast possessed, his hips smashing against Mrs. Cake’s fat blue ass cheeks and creating a thunderous sound that was ten times louder than the fucking that he had with Femi earlier. Watching Mrs. Cake’s head near the pillow, with her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth was a work of art that was getting Raza close to cumming a second time. Though it was crucial to the zebra stud to make sure Mrs. Cake came at least once, preferably more times to make up for the intense competition that was sprung upon the both of them.

“There you go, you already knew who could fuck you better~” Raza growled as he stared at her cupcake cutie marks. Feeling the fire in his body from winning the competition and fucking Femi and Mrs. Cake, the zebra proceeded to smack Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks in a rare moment of dominance sparking within him. Hearing Mrs. Cake’s loud and high-pitched cry of desire, Raza continued. “I trusted you, Cup Cake, knowing you have a great taste in sexual partners when you decided to continue fucking me~”

“Yes, more, give it to me!” Mrs. Cake brayed loudly, pushing her ass back to meet Raza’s thrusts as she was reaching her orgasm far quicker than her whole time with Jabari. Hot flashes of want and need that she hadn’t felt for her husband in a really long time rushed throughout her chubby MILF body, and with a scream of hot pleasure, Mrs. Cake’s pussy walls clenched down on Raza’s dick as she came all over him and the bedsheets. She still threw her ass against him, perhaps even a little harder due to her explosive orgasm, and delighted in how deeply she wanted him in that moment. Raza: the sweet romantic and stud of a lover, how deeply and unconditionally he was there for her and gave pleasure that knew no bounds. The extent of it was something that Mrs. Cake doubted she’d ever experience again in her lifetime, and while Mrs. Cake planned on it being temporary, she treasured the fleeting moment she had with him and the future moments…

“Yes, I love you Cup!” Raza moaned, jackhammering his fat zebra dick into Mrs. Cake’s messy pussy as she cried out and came a second time and a third within quick succession, her thoughts fading away into pure hot insanity as the stress of everything else before she saw Raza dissipated. She drooled streams of saliva into the pillows, losing restraint as she caved further into her naughty desires. Then, with a deep groan, Raza hilted himself inside of Mrs. Cake as he sighed with the powerful load he released inside of her. Each carnal affair he had with Mrs. Cake was never short of exciting, thrilling, and fulfilling, and this was no exception. He felt at home, being inside of her and reminding the chubby mare of his feelings. Feeling exhaustion from the whole turn of events hitting them both, Raza was still hilted inside of her when he looked down at the chubby blue mare.

“Let’s go to sleep, the doors are locked and my parents will know better than to bother us,” Raza explained to Mrs. Cake, getting a deep hum from the chubby blue mare as he pulled out from her pussy and fell in between her and Femi. Though, this came with its own consequences, as Femi immediately got out of her sex position and got underneath the covers. Throwing her foreleg around Raza’s chest, the zebra felt too tired to push her away, and certainly found it rude to do so considering they had just fucked. Mrs. Cake shakily got up and slowly got into the covers herself, her mind aching as she stared at Femi holding Raza and pressing her muzzle against his mane. Considering that she was still dating Jabari, Mrs. Cake guessed that she was probably just a cuddler after sex, and shrugged off the observation as she laid down and wrapped a foreleg around Raza’s stomach as she pressed her face against his neck. Taking a deep breath and inhaling his natural scent, Mrs. Cake felt her heart briefly flutter as she closed her eyes and joined the two zebras in a long sleep…