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Zebra Superiority 3

For Winterhound776

By Draconicon

With his college future all but destroyed, Nirimer had little choice but to move in to Jace's frat-house and become little more than a live-in slut. The thought of submitting to zebras 24/7 should not have been as appealing as it was, but his little dicklet dribbled prostate juices at the thought of it back when the decision was made. Over a month ago, he'd walked through the doors wearing panties under his jeans.

In the month since, many changes had been made, changes that were shoved in his face every morning and throughout the day.

"Hey, nutless!"

Jace's shout woke him up as it always did, and the dark-scaled dragon yelped as he fell out of bed. Thankfully, it was a short drop. Dragons - or draggies, as the zebras called them - weren't allowed proper beds. They might be allowed to sleep with their masters from time to time, but if they weren't in bed to be fucked as a toy, they were not allowed anything more than a pallet on the ground.

It hurt the back, but he was more or less used to it. The panties thrown on his face as he rolled onto his back, however...

"Get those on, slut. Coffee's late, and you know how the frat bros get when they don't get their coffee."

"Mmmph..."

Nirimer's cheeks burned as he got to his feet, feeling his empty sack slapping between his thighs. He knew that the scales should have pulled tight, the empty flesh dragged back into his groin, but Jace and the other zebras were constantly pulling at it, dragging it back out so that it couldn't tighten and heal.

In the end, it left him an empty nutsack that flapped about like a flag in the wind, drawing constant attention when it was exposed, which was often.

He was still blushing as he pulled on a pair of panties, feeling the slippery, silken material cupping his ass and his cock. The feeling wasn't dissimilar to the sensation of having a hand gripping him down there, which made his cocklet twitch a bit.

No more than twitch, though. His balls had been gone for a month, and Master Jace - as the zebra made him refer to him - didn't give him enough hormones to actually get hard anymore. There was the occasional snack of them, just enough to make him twitch and show off how low he was, how less of a male he was, but that was as much freedom as he was given.

Nirimer reached for a pair of pants, only to have another reminder of the zebra control over him. All of his clothes had been replaced with feminine things, like skirts, fishnet tops, and other things to draw the eye. The blush burned that little bit hotter as he grabbed a longer skirt -

"Hey, bitch! What's taking so long? You still getting dressed?"

The dragon turned, shivering as Master Jace stepped through the doorway. The zebra crossed his arms, looking down at him, and the dragon couldn't miss the morning wood that throbbed in the equine's pants.

"You think that you can just make me and the bros wait?"

"N-no, but -"

"If you can't get dressed quickly, then you come out as you are. Come on, nutless."

He tried to protest, but the zebra's hand on his tail pulled him out without any real complaint from him. Though he was completely exposed, it was hardly the first time that the equines of the house had seen him like this. They knew what he was like.

They knew what 'she' was like, rather, as he knew they would call him. He tried not to let it sink in the way that they wanted it to, knowing that they were trying to turn him into the biggest bitch on campus, into a mare that happened to have scales, but it was hard, so hard.

Particularly when it felt so...so good.

He was dragged by the tail into the frat-house kitchen, where the coffee machine was disassembled by the side of the sink. He knew that someone else had already done that, had washed it out from last night, but hadn't bothered to put anything new in. That was supposed to be his job, now, apparently, though nobody had bothered to tell him that last night. They just waited to make sure that he could be punished for it later.

Nirimer hustled over, getting the filter and grounds ready. He had barely started putting it back together when the zebra stepped up behind him, groping his ass through the panties.

"Heh, you still think that a little slut like you has any rights, hmm?"

"I...I didn't say anything..."

"I saw the way you walked over, bitch. You're still getting pissed off at me for treating you like this."

"Mmmph...I...I didn't say - Nnngh!"

The whimper that escaped him was as high-pitched as a dragoness's voice, his eyes rolling back as they closed tightly. He even thrust his ass out as it jiggled from the hard spank.

Why can't...why can't I...

He wanted to fight, to get upset, but all he did was get turned on. His asshole clenched hard as he felt the zebra press down on him again, holding him against the counter, that morning wood rubbing against his ass cheeks. He knew that if the zebra got any more turned on, if he decided that the dragon needed to learn a lesson, to be put in his place, then it would happen right then and there. There was no shame between the zebra 'bros' in the household. They would just do whatever they wanted, and then show it off to their fellows later.

"You think that you can disrespect me, huh? Think you can get all uppity when one of us tells you to do something?"

"N-no, Master Jace."

"You better believe it. You're lucky that we still want you after you got all loose, nutless. We're giving you some time to get all tight again, to be a good little fuck-mare for us. If you don't start showing some respect and appreciation, we might have to start thinking about kicking you out."

The thought of leaving the zebras might have once appealed. The abuse had been more than he ever expected, since they had ripped out his balls and left him with nothing down there. There'd never been anything in the way of kindness and understanding. It was all speciesism and horrors and sexual abuse...

And yet, over the month that he had been there, his body had been forced to adjust, to take it on, to love it. His cheeks burned even now as he imagined himself trying to be with some other male and finding it less than appealing. The idea of sucking on any cock but a big black zebra cock only made him want to sigh in boredom.

And the idea of taking anything but a fat, black cock up his ass, feeling that heavy flare spreading his hole open, feeling that striped body against his back shoving him down and pinning him in place...

Mmmph...

He whimpered, lifting his hips up, offering his panty-covered ass to the bigger zebra.

"I'm sorry, Master Jace. I should have respected your offer. Punish me however you see fit..."

"Heh, you bet I will, nutless. Sluts like you need to learn their place."

The panties ripped as the zebra pulled them apart right between the dragon's ass cheeks, and the flaring head of a big black zebra cock pressed right against his rim. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been loosened as much as he had from their constant fucking, there would have been no way that it would have fit inside of him.

Even so, he still gasped as it pushed forward, still hissed as he felt it spread his asshole open. His pucker was stretched and warped from the many zebra cocks that he had taken, and the last time that he had looked in a mirror, he swore that the rim of it was starting to get all puffy, just like their big black donuts.

But that was a thought from another time. Right now, all he was concerned about was the flaring shaft inside of him, the hard medial ring forcing his ass open even further, the way that the tip was already scraping at his inner walls and forcing him open as that big thick thing pushed - no, punched - right into his guts.

The dragon gasped, flopping forward against the countertop, panting for breath as he felt his insides stretched further than they were ever meant to go. His eyes went wide, his breath came in pants and shivers, and he clenched his hands into fists as the next thrust lifted him right off his feet.

"Oh god...oh fuck..."

"Feel that, dragoness? Bitches like you need this. Can't get by without a big fat zebra cock rammed up your ass, can you?"

"N-no, Master Jace...can't...can't take...anything less..."

The dragon huffed and puffed for breath, feeling his hole stretching to accommodate the big cock inside of him. The medial ring was so thick, so hard that he could feel it whenever it shifted inside of him, and that was second only to the feeling of that damn flare.

Fucking...fuck...sexy...stallions...

His mind was filled with the image of hot, sexy, stallion cock, thinking of them. Not one of them was the usual mottled color of horse cock. Not one of them sported the usual pink spot or fleshy tones. No, all of them were the pure black of a zebra cock, all of them thick and heavier and harder and longer than any other species could ever be.

The thought had him drooling as Jace took him over the counter, the dragon oozing some sort of fluid into the front of his panties as he was fucked from behind. Every hard thrust broke his ass open that much more, leaving him split and oozing from behind. His eyes were flicking up and back, up and back, and his hips were twitching in vague thrusts back to meet that cock.

He swore that it was some kind of magic cock, some sort of enchanted shaft that was breaking him down every time that it slipped inside of him. It was truly an addiction, a fleshy syringe that gave him what he needed to be complete.

His objections, his fears, his everything slipped away, replaced only with the need to serve zebra cock.

Smack, smack, smack went those heavy, leathery horse balls as they hit him from behind, rippling his ass every time that they made contact. His own nutless sack swung back and forth in the loose panties, reminding him of his lack, reminding him of zebra superiority.

In and out, in and out that cock went, the flare sometimes pulling so far back that it popped his ass open, his anal 'lips' unable to touch each other from the extreme stretch. It was insanely powerful, and at the same time, insanely humiliating.

He loved it.

Nirimer moaned as he leaned over the countertop, his eyes closed to slits as he felt himself getting reamed, his body getting fucked, conditioned, warped further by the second. His insides were no longer touching one another even without that thick cock inside of him, and he knew that it was going to be hard to hold in the zebra's load when he was done.

Not that he cared. The thick load of zebra cum should be displayed, even licked up if it fell to the floor. He was a good boy.

No, he was a good girl. A good dragoness. A good mare in training.

He moaned as he had a pseudo-orgasm from the hard fucking, the pleasure rushing through him from the prostate up to his cock. It wasn't a true climax, but rather an imitation of one, something that rippled through him and made him wish for one like he remembered. It was a taunting, teasing thing that was horrible as it was pleasurable.

As Master Jace picked up his pace, the other zebras of the house started making their way in. He heard a few chuckles from them, felt hands on his body, even a slap of a cock against his cheek, but not one of them were willing to interrupt Jace's fuck. They were patient enough to wait and have their turn when the big guy was done.

In and out, in and out, and in...

"Mmmmph!"

The master slammed in, holding himself there as he emptied his balls. Real balls, not a fake nutsack. The big black zebra cock inside of him was heaving, throbbing, swelling, twitching with every bit of cum that it shot, and he shivered as he felt it running into his guts and then around the thick shaft. Only the flare and the medial ring kept it all inside of him, then.

But that was only going to last for so long, particularly as Master Jace was already pulling out. Nirimer whimpered, his cheeks burning as he felt his ass trying to clench down. It was so weak, though, so stretched, that there was no way for him to do anything of the sort.

"Heh, look at you. Nutless, stretched, gaping. It looks like you've got a pussy back there, you whore. That hole's so fucked that it's splitting up and down...getting all vertical..."

Master Jace chuckled, and Nirimer held his head in his hands. The second that the black cock had slipped back out, he started to come back to himself, started to realize what he had been doing. The shame of falling so far into his addiction was as humiliating as it ever was.

"Is the coffee machine ready, slut?"

"Mmmph...yes, sir."

"Then turn it on. The rest of the guys need their coffee."

The dragon did as he was told, shivering as he stood up again. Almost instantly, most of the zebra's load went running out of his ass. The hot streams of seed running down his legs, most of it sliding out of his panties and down his thighs and calves, was all the more humiliating with an audience.

Master Jace grabbed him by the back of the neck, shoving him down to his knees. Nirimer gasped as he was made to squat over his own feet, the seed oozing from his ass landing on his soles, soaking in like some dirty lotion.

"Stay there. You're going to soak in your own mess if you're not going to be a good enough girl to keep it in."

"But...but I tried. It's so hard, you stretched me out with that...that monster," he muttered, his voice dropping as he looked at the zebra's huge cock again. Even now, it hung out of its sheath, hot and heavy, wet and shiny, and with enough heft and weight to it that he knew it would be able to knock him out if Jace turned around too quickly.

The thought was enough to leave him with a straining, boner-esque feeling between his legs, even if his cock was no longer able to get hard.

Master Jace didn't let him get away with the excuse, either. He was grabbed again, shoved backwards. The zebra lifted a hoof, bringing it down hard on his crotch. If there had been balls left, it would have been agony, but even just the weight of it around the sides of his mostly-dead cock was enough to leave him gasping.

"What was that, huh, nutless? Are you telling me that a zebra might be wrong? That you have any rights at all?"

"Nnngh...no, no, sir. I didn't mean to say that."

"Then what did you mean to say?"

"...I...I meant to say that...that I'm a bad girl."

"Yes, yes, you are. And what do good girls have that bad girls don't?"

"...Clothes."

"Good. Take them off."

The 'dragoness' did as he was told once more, shivering as he dragged the panties off of his hips as soon as Master Jace gave him the space to do it. His cheeks only burned hotter as he looked down and had the reminder of his servitude flashing towards him.

The hoof tattoo around his cock was a constant reminder of how far he had fallen, about how much he had done to screw himself over. The tattoo was burned into his scales, seeped in so deep that there was no way that he would ever be able to get them off. They were even done by another dragon, someone that knew how to make it happen and make it stick.

The edges of the hoofprint went all the way around his cock, basically circling it and showing that it bowed to an equine, that he was nothing, less than a hoof against his body.

His cock dripped prostate fluid at the thought.

When the dripping from his asshole seemed to have come to an end, Master Jace pulled down a water bowl. It was no different from one that a dog in a person's house might drink from, but it was filled with a sloppy sort of gruel rather than water. Worse, Nirimer could smell some sort of chemical scent coming off of it, and he feared the worst as his master laid it in front of him.

"Eat."

"What...what is it, Master?" he asked.

"It's your breakfast. Now eat."

He knew that there was every reason for Master Jace to keep fucking with him. Nobody was going to come look for him. His parents had probably gotten sick of his partying lifestyle, and he didn't have any friends beyond fuckfriends that didn't care what happened to him. Particularly as he got bored of them so quickly.

Jace could do whatever he wanted with just about zero consequences, and that included turning Nirimer into an actual dragoness rather than leaving him as a sissy. The idea of gaining bigger hips, a bigger ass, even something...up top...sent shivers down his spine, and he knew that it was a real possibility rather than just a fear.

But he knew one other thing even more clearly than that. If he defied Jace, then his fears would all become reality.

He lowered his head to the messy gruel, the stuff as white-gray as cum could be when it was fresh, and it was nearly as salty as that. He tasted some sort of grains through it, something that was probably oats or something like it, and there was something else in there, too. Something powdery.

Something probably like a drug.

He still swallowed it down as quick as he could, forcing it down his throat and gagging from time to time at the sheer thickness of it. By the time that he was done, the other zebras were either grinning or laughing at his display, making fun of the dragon for going through something like that.

And Master Jace, of course, stood among them, squeezing his cock like the real man that the zebra was.

"Alright, slut. Let's see how well that mouth works..."

The afternoon came, and the rest of the frat-house was out at class. Nirimer knew that he could have gone out to do something himself, but with the way that his body felt, and how bloated his belly was from swallowing over a dozen loads of zebra cum, he didn't think he could go and do anything and enjoy it. The feeling of that swill inside would be a constant distraction, and he didn't need that.

Instead, he went back to his little pallet, laying on it and staring at the ceiling, resting his hands on his belly. He could feel the gurgling of horse cum being digested in there, and he shivered as he felt his stomach growling. Oh, he'd be paying for all that 'milk' later.

What did Jace give me, though?

That was the thing he was still wondering. He knew that the zebra master had given him something in his breakfast, had slipped something in there to make sure that he remained a good boy and did what he was told, but he had no idea what it actually was. The lack of knowledge was driving him crazy, and he was almost ready to do something very stupid to find out what it was.

No, not almost ready. He was ready.

The dragon pushed himself out of the bed, walking back to the kitchen. The skirt he'd put on swished back and forth over his ass and hips, and the panties under it were a bit tighter than the last pair, drawn over his ass and clenching between the cheeks like some sort of mini-thong. He shivered as he felt the way that it pulled his dead cock up, making it look almost like it was hard again in its bulging way, and he tried to ignore the way that he wanted to hump things as he walked through the kitchen.

Eventually, he found the cupboard that the master was using, and he pulled it open. There were several cans of oats up there, proclaiming that they were fine and just needed milk added, but there was something else, too.

A box. A simple little box that had a white side to it and a single medical word on the side. He didn't recognize the word, but he recognized the symbol that was beside it.

It was a male symbol, the usual circle and arrow, beside something else, something a bit more sinister. A female symbol, and with a connecting line between them. The message was clear enough.

Male to female. He's turning me...he's turning me into a dragoness...

He reached down to his ass, wondering if it was already bigger, if his hips had already expanded. If his body was already changing, would he even know it? Would he have the knowledge and the understanding and the comparisons to make to be sure? He didn't have breasts yet, and his nipples didn't feel hard or bigger or more sensitive, but what about everything else?

Master Jace had done something that he had never, ever expected the master to do, and now...

Now he was...

He shivered, his ass already clenching down, begging for a zebra cock inside of him. He wanted to shake his ass, wanted to find one of the frat bros and beg for a cock as his addiction started to rise up, started to beg for him to fall into it again and submit to the need that was filling him from head to toe.

The dragon moaned, shivering as he groped his ass, as he hiked up his tail and felt at his plush rump. It wasn't a huge thing, not at the point of splitting panties or anything like that, but it was still his ass, a soft thing that he was proud of. He reached down under the waistline, rubbing his fingers over his ass cheeks.

He ran them further down, further between them until he found his hole. It was definitely stretched out, definitely well-used. He could feel the rim pushing against his fingers, clenching against them in an obscene kiss, as if his hole was already begging to be fucked again by something, anything.

Bathroom...need to...need to see...

Nirimer ran through the frat-house, his cheeks burning hotter than ever, wondering if he was feeling something real or imagining it. His ass cheeks. Had they always bounced like that? Had they always been so fleshy and giving? Had his hips always swayed like they were doing just then? Or was he imagining them doing it more than they actually were?

He didn't know. Reality and fantasy were slipping around, fear taking its toll and making everything seem more real than it actually was.

His breath came hot and fast as he entered the bathroom, pulling the door open and not bothering to shut it behind him. The dark dragon turned around, lifting his tail and pulling down his panties.

Was that...was that harder to do? he wondered, trying to figure out if his ass had grown, if the panties were too tight, if his butt was big enough to make getting dressed harder. Am I going to have to go commando from now on?

It was an entirely possible thing. Master Jace had been talking about that, had made him do it in his pants before. But while wearing a skirt...

He shivered, half-wanting it, and hating himself for it.

Shaking his head, he lifted his tail and spread his ass cheeks with one hand. With the other, he found his hole, leaning forward and looking over his shoulder to take a look at it.

His puffy little pucker wasn't so little anymore. It looked like something that horses had run a train on, regularly. The sides of it had raised up a bit, looking like the donut puckers that the horses all around him had, the dark flesh giving him almost the appearance of a zebra hole. It almost made it look like a mare hole, too.

He could see what Master Jace had meant, too, about the way that the flesh was splitting vertically. It didn't look like a pussy - which was something he was thankful about - but it looked like something between a male asshole and a female sex. He could see...he could see why the zebras were so eager to fuck it.

Tracing his fingers around it wasn't helping his lust, either. He whimpered, feeling the sheer pressure of his fingers against it, fighting the urge to slam his hand inside. There was enough cum and precum around it that he could probably fist himself without even trying, without any discomfort...

And it would be the closest thing to a zebra cock that he could get without waiting for one of the big guys to come home.

As soon as that thought passed through his head, there was no more resistance to be had. He screamed as he plunged his hand into his ass, fisting his hole without thought, only grinning as he felt it spread his hole open again.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..."

Nirimer's tongue hung out as he rammed his hand in and out of his asshole, watching as zebra cum ran out of him again. He panted for breath, his dead cock swinging forward and back from the violent punches that he slammed up his ass. In and out, in and out his hand went, always working to open him up that little bit more.

"Oh fuck...God...more...more..."

He couldn't reach easily, couldn't drive his fist in the way that a zebra cock could. He had the thickness, but not the length. He whimpered, the need running through him in a way that he had never felt before.

Was he that desperate to become a toy? Was there something inside of him that addicted to horse cock that he was losing his mind, that he was willing to become a female to get more of it?

Or at least...more feminine?

Dragonesses...get dick. He remembered that. He remembered seeing how many men were always flirting with dragonesses, giving them numbers, begging to get with those scaly booties.

If I was a dragoness...

He wondered how many zebras he could get. A big, fat ass waiting for hot horse cock, him free, them giving him what he wanted...

Giving her what she wanted...

Oh, god, he was losing his mind. He was losing it. He needed something to take him out of this before he lost everything.

Nirimer whimpered as he pulled his fist out of his ass, staring at himself. He was a gaping mess back there, but somehow, that was all the hotter. He wanted to do more. Wanted to be more. Wanted to have more.

The dragon stumbled out of the bathroom, the panties forgotten around his ankles. They were left behind as he stumbled to the stairs, then down them. His skirt fluttered around, tickling his cock, rubbing, caressing his ass.

By the time he hit the bottom of the steps, he heard the front door opening. The guys were back.

No, the Masters were back.

The dragon slumped to his knees as he hit the last step, panting and shaking as he looked up at the other zebras. They looked down at him with a bit of surprise, save for Master Jace. That one...That one smirked.

Zzzzzzip.

The sound of pants being opened, the smell of cock coming out, hit the dragon with like a ton of bricks. His eyes widened slightly, his mouth hung open, and he slowly crawled towards the zebra's crotch.

"Bitch wants her treat, huh? Beg for it..."

Nirimer's pride, what little bit of it was left, begged him to hold back. He was going to get fucked anyway. There was no need to beg for it and debase himself further. It would happen anyway.

But the addiction was there.

And the need could not be denied.

The dragon crawled across the floor, his arms and legs shaky as could be as he dragged himself towards Master Jace. He whimpered, his humiliation burning through him.

You're a dragon. You shouldn't have to do this. You should demand that they fuck you, not beg for them to do it...

The pride of being a species on top of the food chain did nothing for him now. The zebras had broken him. And the closer he got to them, more and more of the group seemed to realize just how far he had fallen. They grinned at him, groping themselves, some of them pulling out their cocks, too.

By the time he knelt before Master Jace, it was impossible for him to ignore all those cocks. Every breath brought in that heady smell of zebra musk, the big black cocks and big black balls only making it worse for him. He coughed, gasped, and coughed again, the scent driving logical thought right out of his brain.

Master Jace tapped him on the nose with the flat head of his cock, chuckling.

"You want it, nutless? Huh? You want some superior black zebra cock?"

"Nnngh..."

"Say it, nutless. You already lost your balls, your freedom. You gonna give up your pride, or am I gonna have to take that, too?"

"Gah...nnngh..."

Much as the dragon tried to hold back, he couldn't help but want that cock. The zebra's big black dick was driving him up the wall. It was the purity of the raw, masculine musk that all of the equines had, and the fact that he had to beg for it like some...some mare only made it a hundred times worse.

His pride, having held up for so long, gave up.

"Please, please, Master, let me taste your cock. Let me have it rammed down my throat. Use me like some breeding mare, some broodmare waiting for your perfect cocks. Use me any way you can, but just use me!"

"Heh..."

One striped hand rubbed along the back of his head. For a second or two, it was a gentle caress, almost like a head-pet for a good animal.

And then, he was pulled in.

A soft gag split the air as he was forced to swallow the whole thing right off the bat, his lips drawn right down to the base of that heavy horse cock, right into the opening of the sheath. There was nothing he could breathe but musk, nothing he could taste but cock and pre-cum as it ran over his tongue.

"What else would we use someone like you for?" Jace said with a smirk. "Alright, boys. Show him how the herd treats their sluts."

As the other zebras moved around him, so many of them smothering him in cock, balls, and sweat, the dragon felt himself fading away into his own head, disappearing from reality. Whatever was left of dragon pride was retreating to fight another day, while the rest of him was gasping for breath as it was fucked the way that it needed to be.

The End