Chapter I: Equaria First



It was her worst nightmare come true.

The hulking horse loomed in the doorway, towering over her with a callous smile. His muscles bulged through his tight uniform, his kevlar vest stretched tightly across his massive, broad chest. He filled the doorway, hands resting on either side of the frame, forehead almost resting against the top edge, a cruel smile lingering on his face.

The insignia on his chest identified him as FPA: the Fatherland Protection Agency, the arm of the Equarian Government responsible for immigration enforcement. They were also known for their viciousness, and that some members of the unit wielded their powers with impunity.

But they were celebrated by the citizenry, who kept their country 'safe' from 'vermin.' Vermin, like many people thought she was.

"I need to see your papers." drawled the huge horse. His eyes were like black pools, twin abyss that devoured her soul. His teeth looked unnaturally sharp as he smiled at her, and his black mane was cut short, clipped tightly back to keep those proud, white-masked highbreed features on display. He was clearly Equarian pureblood, the elite of society, and he looked down on her from his perch of power with contempt, challenging her to resist.

"Y-Yes. I mean, yes, sir!" corrected the pony hurriedly, the mare trembling before she nervously stepped back from the door, starting to close it as she babbled: "I'll go, go get them right now, I'll-"

A hand reached out and caught the door, then pushed it easily open, and he stepped forwards, pushing her backwards with his massive, muscular body. She stumbled backwards, white dress floating around her, biting back a whimper as she hugged herself and looked up at this monster in terror: double her modest height of five foot six, his head nearly brushing the chandelier of this entrance hall, making the open room feel small.

"Sorry, miss." He grinned as he used a huge hoof to carelessly kick the door closed behind him, saying idly: "Security concerns. I'll have to come with you and make sure you don't try to leave. You understand, don't you?"

She knew better than to talk back, trembling, forcing a smile as she anxiously straightened her hijab and she took a slow breath, replying: "Yes, sir. P-Please. This way."

She turned, and shivered as the massive horse followed behind her, nearly stepping on the hem of her dress, his heavy footfalls thudding across the tiled floor as she headed nervously towards the kitchen. She tried not to look back, tried to square her shoulders, but ended up hunched and hugging herself as the behemoth brute kept close behind her.

Too close. But she knew better than to run her mouth.

Equaria was a wonderful country, but there was still a sick, nationalist corruption that the happy citizens of this 'free nation' never saw, or remained purposefully blind to.

He followed her all the way to the cabinet: she could smell him, musky and thick, masculine and heavy, making her almost lightheaded and nauseated with the cloying stink. She shivered as she opened the doors and fumbled at the small safe inside, struggling to enter the combination before she swallowed thickly as she grasped the handle, praying her papers were in order, that this was all going to end as quickly and easily as possible, that all he wanted to do was make sure she knew her place and then leave...

She turned around, holding up her passport, her visa, and her allowance card, the most precious document she had, the one that gave her permission to live here. He took them, and he finally took a step back from her, the pony unable to withhold the sigh of relief as she leaned back against the cabinet, her legs shaking, her body trembling beneath her elegant lace dress.

He took his time browsing her paperwork, humming a bit to himself as he flipped through her passport, checked it against her A-Card, largely ignored her immigration visa. And she felt almost a sense of relief when he went into the usual boring questions: "Where did you meet your current husband?"

"We met when he was working in Tamarix, sir." she said, careful to be polite, deferential. She bowed her head meekly, eyes looking up at him, reminding herself to answer his questions as briefly as possible, without being rude or blunt.

He glanced at her, questioning: "You've been married for ten years?"

"Yes, sir."

The hulking horse checked her passport and noted: "You have a sixteen year old daughter."

"Yes, sir. We wanted to get married but Tamarix tradition required us to live together for a year before we could. Because my husband was moving back and forth that was not possible for a long time." she explained. She over-explained, really. A 'yes' would have sufficed, would have been smarter-

"But having a bastard child is fine." A smile curled at his lips as he glanced at her. "But Tamarix girls are all sluts, aren't they?"

That stung, but she kept her head down and answered politely: "No, sir. My family was extremely angry with me. I was sent to live in a... there is no Equarian word for it-"

"Whorehouse?" he asked carelessly.

"Like a monastery." she explained. She knew she was saying too much, but she couldn't help herself. "They helped me raise my baby and watched over me. They-"

"Uh huh." The brute was clearly bored, his eyes shifting back to her paperwork before he said: "Your name is Jasmine on your A-Card but Yasmeen on your visa." 

"Yes. I was told to translate my name and submit it as a proper Equarian one." answered the pony quietly, bowing her head politely.

She felt his eyes shift towards her, studying her. She trembled beneath that gaze, a bit of her blonde mane peeking out from beneath her hijab, her soft palomino coat and big blue eyes making her feel so different from his hard colors, the edges of his white markings, the sharpness of his chestnut body, the depth of his black uniform.

They were both equine, and yet she knew better than to dare to bring that up to him: speeches about how they were all the same and should love each other never went well in Equarian society, especially not when you were talking to authority figures like the hulking horsebeast in front of her. 

To him, she was nothing but a domesticated animal at best, a trifle that some Equarian had brought into his house to breed with or to keep around to fuck and clean and prepare food. A slave. That was what this society thought of her, never interested in looking at their similarities or truly learning about her culture, but rather believing whatever propaganda they wanted.

Well, their insular, nationalist culture almost demanded that. To keep themselves happy and sated, they had to believe they were better than everyone else in the world. And for the elites to keep the power they had, they had to make up reasons why they were the best of the absolute best.

She tried to smile at him before she swallowed thickly when he pushed the papers into her. She shivered in disgust at the feeling of his hand nearly groping her bosom before he sniffed and said: "Your papers are in order."

Yasmeen breathed a sigh of relief as she turned quickly around to put the safe away, before her hands dropped and her eyes darted back over her shoulder as she felt that huge hulk press over her, grinding his crotch, his thick, heavy crotch, roughly into her back as he leaned down, his legs spread to either side of her, his massive hands sliding around her body, gripping her neck and sliding across her belly as reeking breath washed across her face. "I still have some questions for you, though."

The pony trembled in his grip before she clenched her eyes shut, trying to swallow her moan as a hand reached up and grasped her hijab, and she whimpered as he peeled it slowly back, her mane of golden hair falling frizzy and loose as tears rose in her eyes. That was such a violation, of her religion, of her culture, of her body, and it was almost worse than the hand that slid down and gripped her crotch through the fabric of her dress as he questioned: "And just how much do you love your husband?"

"I love him very much. P-Please..." Yasmeen whispered, and then she cried out in pain and terror when the horsebeast hefted her up like she was a toy, sitting her back on his bulging crotch, her ass grinding into his waist as she clenched her eyes shut and she felt her dress tearing as his hand dragged across her front.

He snorted in contempt, then glanced to the side with a callous grin as he heard small footsteps, and Yasmeen moaned in denial as her teary eyes turned to see her youngest daughter standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and frightened, whimpering: "M-Mommy?"

"Mommy is... fine, honey. Go... go get your sister, go upstairs-"

"Aren't you cute? And what's your name?" asked the hulking horsebeast, and Yasmeen gasped as she was tossed aside like garbage as the giant stepped towards her daughter, grinning down at the tiny, helpless little girl who was barely older than a toddler.

Her daughter whimpered and clutched her stuffed rabbit up against her chest, shaking her head as she stumbled backwards before Yasmeen cried out: "P-Please! Leave her alone!"

The horse snorted in amusement as he glanced over his shoulder, but the shout got the little girl running, scampering quickly away as she screamed for her sister. Not that the monster cared about her or about the thump of footsteps above, as the huge horse casually undid the radio from his belt and said idly: "Dispatch, forward a warning to our friends in emergency that they should treat all calls from 422 Crown terrace as 148s."

"Yes sir." answered a crisp voice on the other end of the radio, and the hulk of a horse smiled before he clipped his radio back on his belt, and then he gripped the fly of his pants, pushing it open and his boxers beneath down.

The stink in the air intensified as Yasmeen trembled in horror at the sight of his monstrous, fat sheath, above a pair of massive balls that reeked of sweat and male-filth even from where she was half-huddled on the floor, trembling in terror.

"You know what I realized?" he remarked, as he lazily fingered the ring of his sheath: a humongous, wrinkled monstrosity, the black-fleshed head of his filthy, reeking cock just pushing loose, oozing disgusting slime and thickly-layered in grime and smegma. "I never introduced myself. Since you're about to wrap your lips around my cock, I'll let you refer to me on a first-name basis. It's Jack."

"I... I..." Yasmeen shook her head, looking at that wretched, disgusting maleness with terror, shivering and opening her mouth-

"Then maybe I'll just have your kid suck my cock instead." the monster answered flippantly with a cruel gleam in his eye, and Yasmeen clenched her eyes shut, whimpering as she bowed her head before she let it drop in defeat, and the horse chuckled. "That's what I thought. Come here, fucktoy. Come suck my cock. Do a good enough job and maybe I'll decide to go about my day and you can go about yours and we'll forget this ever happened... well, I will, at least. You? I'm sure your husband will never be able to satisfy you again... not after you've had a taste of what a real stallion has to offer."

She didn't trust herself to reply. She couldn't, as she shuddered before she took a breath and began to get up, but the horse clicked his tongue and said: "No. Don't stand up. Come crawling to me like the bitch you are. Hands and knees, fucktoy."

The pony trembled and swallowed thickly, but then she forced herself to nod as she lowered her head, her long, loose mane falling around her face as she choked back a sob, slowly crawling towards the horse and nearly sprawling over her own dress.

"Oh, poor little fuckmeat!" jeered the brute, who chuckled as he gave his massive sheath an idle squeeze, and she looked up at him with humiliation and agony, begging for mercy that she knew would never come. "And here I always thought towelhead bitches were used to crawling on their hands and knees to help make their midget husbands feel bigger."

"P-Please..." she sobbed, trembling, but the massive brute only smiled in amusement as he spread his legs and carelessly scratched his gargantuan balls.

"I'm losing my patience. Hurry up." he ordered.

She knew she had no other choice. She crawled to him, trembling, then whimpered as she looked up at him, and she was forced to realize, painfully, just how big he was. That cockhead poking out of that dark-fleshed, jutting sheath was larger than her fist, and his testicles were like grapefruit... no, bigger than that, almost like bowling balls.

"You don't have to be shy, cunt. Put your mouth to work." the horse said teasingly, and the pony mare trembled, then she essentially had to stand again as she took a breath before she buried her face against the behemoth's malehood, as her hands came up to squeeze and massage his huge, heavy balls.

It made her sick to her stomach, nearly gagging as tears flowed down her cheeks, snuffling and moaning as her mouth moved against his sick sheath, as her hands gripped into those heavy, ludicrous testicles that throbbed with ugly heat in her hands, slick with his disgusting sweat. He stank of unwashed musk and stale sweat, her gorge rising in her gullet. 

One of his hands grasped her skull, yanking her roughly against his maleness, grinding her face roughly against his fat sheath as it flexed against her face. She whimpered as it pushed out, coughing, choking on his disgusting stink as the horsebeast rumbled: "Gotta say, runtnag, you're better with your mouth than I expected."

Yasmeen huffled against his sheath as her head slid down, trembling, clenching her eyes as her face was forcibly pressed down into the reek of his balls, smegma and cockslime smearing over her face before she whimpered as she slid her hands up, trying to push herself away. He grinned down at her, eyes watching with malicious glee as her body shook and shuddered, gagging, hurking, and then vomiting loudly against his balls feeling the warm bile of her stomach spilling down his balls, splattering over her face and staining the front of her dress as he teased: "Oh, poor baby spat up? Maybe I spoke too soon."

He laughed, then he grinned as he looked back over his shoulder, and the eyes of the filly that had tried to sneak down stared in horror at him as she froze up, the horse licking his lips at the sight of the young, ripe fuckmeat: sixteen years old, perky breasts gripped tight in a band shirt, looking far more like a normal Equarian than her sandnag mommy. "Looks like your other kid wants to give it a try."

He kicked the older mare away, losing interest in her as he turned towards the younger, who trembled as she backed up, shaking her head wildly. Frightened blue eyes stared at him through neon hair as he waded towards her, heavy balls penduluming back and forth, his sheath throbbing as more of his cock slid loose from it, already as thick around as a third limb and still almost completely soft. 

"S-Stay... stay back, I... I called the cops, they'll be here any minute!" she blurted, her eyes wide with fear as she stumbled away from him, before she whimpered as her eyes slid past the giant to her mother, who was gasping as she tried to prop herself up on the counter. "J-Just... it's gonna be okay, Mom, just-"

The horse grinned as he stepped suddenly forwards, and the girl screamed as she nearly fell out of the way of an almost playful grab before she bolted back towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. The behemoth beast laughed as he sauntered after her, grasping his member and carelessly squeezing it, almost pulling more of his male majesty loose from his sheath as he called easily: "Come on, don't make me play rough!"

"No, no... n-no..." Yasmeen trembled as she stumbled again, then she snarled as she shook her dazed head out before she yanked up the hem of her ripped dress and quickly tied it around her own waist in a rough knot. Her head swam with a thousand feelings, but stronger than all of that was the urge to protect her family: an urge that only grew stronger as a scream of terror cut through the air.

She hurried out of the kitchen, but went down the side hall instead of to the stairs, stumbling into her husband's office and walking quickly over to his desk. Her trembling fingers reached under it, tapping around until she found a key on a magnet, and she used this to unlock the desk drawer before she slid it open.

Inside was a revolver, and a box of bullets. It was heavy in her hands as she picked it up and fumbled the chamber open before she loaded it quickly, then she looked up sharply as there was another scream, a sound of wood breaking, a cruel, mocking laugh-

Yasmeen hurried out of the office and ran up the stairs, nearly falling over at the top before she snarled and raised the gun, shouting: "Stop!"

The giant of a horse glanced towards her, then gave her an indulgent smile: she could hear her children crying inside her eldest daughter's room, past the door the juggernaut had already smashed out of the frame.

His cock was partly erect, throbbing, and the sight of her only seemed to excite him more as he licked his lips hungrily, the massive monster straightening slightly as he looked into her eyes and asked her: "Are you going to kill me, sandnag? Really? What do you think will happen to you if you shoot me with that little toy? They'll string you up, and if you survive, send you to a prison facility where they'll use you day in and day out as the new communal toilet."

"I don't care." Yasmeen whispered, as she cocked back the hammer of the revolver. "Get out. Get... get the fuck out."

"Cute." mocked the monster, before he smiled as he reached back. Moving leisurely, he removed his bulletproof vest, tossing it down with a heavy thunk to the floor, before he stripped off his shirt and let it slide out of his hand, standing before her, half-naked and unafraid.

His chest was a rippling wall of massive muscle, a thrumming bulk of godlike proportions. His huge biceps bulged with his movements, his sharp, red-chestnut coat like blood-polished metal, speckled here and there with ruthless white chaos.

He flexed his massive body, then smiled at her as undid his belt and let his pants drop loose from around his waist, all his equipment included. The hulking horsebeast stepped calmly out of them before he gripped his monstrous cock, gripping it, squeezing it and stroking it slowly as he tilted his head back and said teasingly: "Do you see this? Alpha male perfection. The perfect breed, the perfect example of what a stallion is. That's me. Do you think a sandnag, a fucking towel-headed cunt like you can scare me? Do you have any idea-"

Yasmeen snarled as she narrowed her eyes into slits, tears running down her cheeks as her fingers clenched on the revolver, and the hulking horsebeast had a moment to scowl before the revolver went off with a tremendous bang and almost flew out of her hands.

The humongous horse flinched backwards with a snarl as the bullet slammed into his body, and then he roared as he leapt forwards, and Yasmeen screamed as she tried to bring the gun down. But he was faster, smashing it out of her hand before he slapped her hard enough to send her headfirst into the wall with a loud crunch, the monster snarling: "You think a fucktoy sandnag like you would know her goddamn place!"

She collapsed to the floor, only for a hoof to punt her in the face, cracking her muzzle and sending her rolling backwards in a spray of blood before he reached down and seized her by one leg, hefting her upside down like a toy. She hung prone, gurgling, as the hulking horse monster snorted, then he sneered at her as the head of his humongous cock pushed against her features, pulsing powerfully with his heartbeat, the monster ignoring the small hole in his body as it leaked a thick trail of red down his thick obliques.

"I warned you, you dumb..." He shifted, slapping that massive pole of meat across the face of the mare, who gargled in shock as she snapped awake in pain, then she gasped and writhed in his grip. "Fucking..." A second hard twist of his hips, hitting her hard enough with that baseball bat of cock to twist her to the other side. "Cunt!"

He twisted his hips again, smashing her across the head, cracking her cheekbone and sending up a splatter of both disgusting cock-ooze and blood, the pony gargling in pain before the horsebeast grasped the front of her dress and ripped down, shredding her clothing and leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Unexciting, plain things, the monster snorting before twisted her to the side and slammed her into the wall like a toy he had grown bored with, her whole body spasming as she screamed out in agony before he flung her limp form down the hall.

"Stop it!" screamed a voice, and the horsebeast cocked his head as he looked over his shoulder with a snort at the teenager, who was clutching the youngest in her trembling arms. "S-Stop it! Just stop it!"

"Make me, bitch." The monster turned towards her, and then a cruel grin crested his muzzle as he reached down and pressed a hand against the top of his shaft. "Actually, you look like you've got a nice set of cocksucking lips. How about I give you the chance to taste a real stallion, and if you do a good enough job, I won't kill your mom."

The girl snarled and trembled, then she blurted out: "Go fuck yourself!"

"I'd rather fuck you. Or your mom, or maybe your baby sister." The stallion growled in amusement as he gripped into the base of his cock, squeezing it slowly near the stretched maw of his sheath as his enormous testicles pulsed with anticipation. He saw the fear in her eyes, seemed to drink it down. "So think hard before you answer, fuckmeat."

The girl trembled, and the horse chuckled before he looked back over his shoulder at the unconscious mare on the floor, saying softly: "But answer quick. Your mom isn't looking so good. She either needs an ambulance or to be used up quick..."

"Jess... Jess, g-go in the room and hide, okay?" whispered the teen girl, and the horse grinned. The little girl whimpered, but the teen shoved the child out of her arms and closed the broken door as best she could, trembling and shouting raggedly: "Hide and don't come out!"

"And what's your name, sweetie?" teased the giant as he stepped forwards, grinning as his head nearly scraped the ceiling. The ten foot monster strode towards the teen filly, who trembled as she looked up at him, gritting her teeth, eyes wide and frightened: she was an inch or two shorter than her mother, and the horse licked his lips slowly as his shaft throbbed in delight, that pillar of hypervirility thrumming with excitement as he licked his lips slowly. "Or maybe I should come up with a name for you, would you like that?"

"It's Beth." she whispered.

"Beth doesn't suit you." His hand gripped her face, roughly tilting it back as he grinned down at her. "We'll come up with something better for you, because you look like a trophy I'm gonna want to keep."

The pony whimpered at the feeling of those massive fingers twisting her head back and forth, before she tried to look when her mother gurgled: "N-No... leave... her..."

The massive male snorted in entertainment, not even looking back at the trembling, broken toy on the ground as his cold, hollow gaze recaptured the filly's eyes.

He leaned down further, one hand gripping his cock as it flexed in his hand, dripping dark, musky ichor and stinking cockslime, his slow, idle strokes smearing that filthy lube down his length as his jaws lowered to hers. He hungrily kissed her, massive muzzle almost covering her face as he snorted steam, and the girl's eyes clenched shut as her hands balled into fists at her sides, whimpering as she felt a thick, massive tongue force its way into her jaws as he suckled at her entire face, her nostrils flaring, her mouth almost gaping as she felt as if the breath was being tugged out of her lungs.

Then he drew back, and she coughed and gagged as his thick tongue escaped her jaws, grinning in entertainment as his own maw remained hungrily open, drool dripping down his chin and from his teasingly-extended tongue as he growled: "Aren't you eager? Guess that's that sandnag genes. They're fucktoys for midgets out there in the desert, you know, they're born to crawl on their hands and knees... lucky you. You get to stand on your hooves... and serve a real male."

He straightened with a grin, resting one hand on his hip as the other guided the head of his cock to her face, and the filly whimpered as that huge, monstrous, musky cockhead dripped a thick glob of pre out onto her muzzle, staining her fur, dripping down her features.

She shuddered, then flinched as that massive cockhead pressed forward, grinding against her muzzle, the stallion snorting as he rumbled: "Oh, don't be shy, fucktoy. I'm gonna be nice to you. I know you've never gotten a chance to suck a cock like mine before. Neither has your mother, of course, but she's older, more experienced... she should have done a better job. She should have tried harder. You? You're just learning... and lucky I'm in a mood to teach."

He grinned as he slapped his massive member idly down between the filly's eyes, and she was almost knocked over with a gasp, flinching in pain as she grasped at her head before she felt him seize one of her hands and bring it to his shaft. It pulsed, sickeningly hot against her grip, the filly whimpering as her legs went weak and her thighs ground together painfully, knees buckling under her as she struggled to stay standing... yet a sick thrill flowed through her confused body too, as she inhaled the stallion's musk and her traitor tongue chased along her lips, licking the pre that had drizzled across her face and feeling his taste invade her muzzle as his presence, his absolute power dominated her mind.

The hulking horsebeast growled low in his throat as he ground forwards, thrusting against her face, grinding his massive length up through the blonde mane of the filly as he shifted his grip away from her arm to her shirt. Two fingers hooked into that cloth and tore it easily, stripping her shirt off with one idle flick of his wrist to toss it aside. 

She whimpered as she looked helplessly upwards, wincing as a bit of his dark essence spilled down her face, stickily dripping along the socket of her eye and down her cheek like a murky tear. She panted fearfully as her hands unconsciously reached up to knead and grip that fat pillar of flesh, terribly innocent and vulnerable in the plain white sports bra she was wearing.

"You know who owns you, bitch. I see it in your eyes. Don't fight it... it's why you cunts exist. To please a stallion... and there's no stallion like me." growled the monster as he grinned down at her, his cold, cruel eyes boring into her mind, convincing her that his toxic fable was foregone truth.

She whimpered, then gave a hitching sob as she stroked his shaft harder, as she could no longer stall or resist from shifting her mouth back, and suckling on the tip of that mammoth member. His thickness, his rich, vile taste flooded her jaws and filled her head with delusions and horror as she nearly choked on the gluey cockslime and the viscous pre that belched into her jaws, the towering stallion growling in approval as he flexed his massive, muscular form and put his hands behind his head.

She looked up at him, at his muscles as they glistened with sweat, the musk that filled the air around him adding to the lightheadedness that had drugged her body. His chiseled body flexed with power as he smiled contemptibly down at her.

She felt humiliated. Helpless. Utterly dominated, ruled by his gaze, and yet she was drooling. She shuddered as she licked slowly at his gargantuan cockhead, and shuddered as something thick and chunky came loose off the great, flared head and spilled down into her throat, making her cough and gag.

But she couldn't take her eyes off him. She didn't even realize she had experienced an orgasm, that her body was shaking with desire as much as terror, as her hands worked his massive cock roughly,  milking it as hard as she could as she whimpered weakly.

He grunted in pleasure, then rolled his head back with a growl of bliss as a great, thick blast of dark essence came spurting out of his cock, splattering over her face and shocking her. She stumbled and tripped backwards, landing hard on her ass and coughing as she automatically reached up to touch the mess over her face, then stare at the thick strings of sloppy darkness that dripped off her fingers, trembling as she looked up at him.

A great, dark string of disgusting, musky virility dripped from that massive, unwashed cock, that huge shaft throbbing powerfully: it was more than a meter long, and god, she had the feeling he still wasn't fully hard yet. She also realized with horror that in spite of how much he had covered her with- "Oh, what's wrong, cunt? A little bit of pre too much for you?"

She mouthed wordlessly, then cried out when the horse reached down and seized her by the mane, yanking her to her hooves and slamming her back against the wall. She grabbed at his wrist as her legs kicked helplessly before she cried out when he ripped her sports bra loose, flushing in humiliation as her small breasts were left naked in the air. 

Then his hand reached down, thick fingers forcing her legs apart as they dug beneath her kilt and then shoved past her panties, the monster snorting in entertainment as his rancid breath washed over her face as he leaned down over the dangling, helpless girl. "Filthy wet. Why am I not surprised?" 

She whimpered, unable to manage any coherency as she shook her head weakly, feeling her hips buck against the intense pressure of the thick digits hooked into her before she gasped out when he simply ripped away both her kilt and panties, leaving her as naked as he was.

He snorted in amusement, then turned her around like she was nothing but a doll and sat her back abroad his massive, meaty member, that gargantuan pillar of flesh flexing powerfully beneath her, veins bulging across that colossal cock as he thrust it between her thighs. She flushed as she sat back against his chest, clenching her eyes shut with a whimper as she felt him saw between her legs, and the behemoth beast grinned as he tilted his head towards her teary-eyed mother as she shook her head weakly at the sight of her daughter, seated on that gargantuan battering ram of a shaft. "You should be proud. Your daughter's a natural. Just look at her."

He lazily slid an arm around her, grinning as he flicked her clitoris with one finger, and the filly moaned out as she dropped her head back against his chest, flushing as her hips bucked and another painful, shockingly-strong orgasm spilled from her needy sex. 

She whimpered out, then gasped when he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face-first down into the top of his filthy cock. She felt the throb of that massive pole of meat travel through her entire body, making her shudder and shake as her hips bucked helplessly, whimpering against that humongous hyperphallus, her helpless cunt still drooling its liquid need across the base of his monstrous sheath.

"Please... p-please, stop..." moaned Yasmeen, and the hulking horsebeast gave her a derisive sneer.

"Jealous, bitch? Of course you are. Why wouldn't a used-up broodnag like you be jealous of your little fuckpup?" The hulking horsebeast thrust his hips idly, grinding his monstrous member idly between the clutching limbs of the filly he was holding by the back of the neck like a fuckdoll, his shaft thrusting, flexing against her helpless body. 

Yasmeen whimpered, then she tried to force herself up, gasping, and the beast grinned before he hefted his new bitch-toy off his cock. She gurgled, dangling from his hand, veins bulging through the monster's body as he flexed with eagerness and his cock bulged with excitement, another thick glut of pre escaping his shaft as he rumbled: "Tell you what, fucktoy. I'll give you thirty seconds to crawl to my feet and kiss my hooves... and if you manage to do that somehow, I won't fuck your daughter to death in front of you."

Yasmeen trembled, coughing, whimpering, as she stared helplessly up at her child, dangling helplessly from the grip of the lunatic, the psychopath, the evil beast in front of her. And then, summoning all her strength, she clawed into the floor and hauled herself forwards, screaming in agony at the pain it sent through her to drag herself down the hall towards him.

She looked up, trembling at the sight of her daughter, being pressed face-down into that monstrous godshaft that protruded from the overstretched sheath of the gigantic alpha stallion. She whimpered as the behemoth grinned down at her, idly rocking his hips, his heavy balls rocking lightly between his legs with the movement.

And mother whimpered and clawed forwards, dragging herself another few slow, painful inches towards the hooves of the giant, crying out in pain before she rasped: "Leave... p-p-please leave her... alone..."

"Listen to your mommy. She wants my cock all for herself." teased the horse, before he grinned as he shifted backwards just before the mare's fingers could scrape his hoof, making her whimper, then gasp out as she dragged herself another few painful inches, the beast mocking: "Come on. You're so close!"

He laughed, grinning at the trail of blood that had been left along the carpet, at the way the mare's legs twitched uselessly. Something in her was clearly broken and leaking, bruises spreading through her body as blood pooled inside her, dripping from her maw as she coughed and shuddered before she almost flung herself to his feet, nuzzling into one of his hooves as sobs weakly shook through her stomach before she mouthed the toe of one hoof slowly, rasping shakily before she whispered: "P-Please..."

He smiled in amusement down at the whore as he carelessly ground her daughter up and down his length. His shaft, now almost fully erect at four feet long, almost as thick as his leg, his huge, heavy balls pulsing with his lust and heartbeat as he continued to carelessly scrub that monstrous pillar with the senseless, shuddering, drooling pony filly.

His eyes looked callously down at the whore doing her best to lick, to nuzzle his hoof. He snorted in entertainment, then leaned down and spat on her before he brought the hoof she had been drooling on up and stepped on her head, loving the sound of her skull gradually creaking, cracking as a weak, moaning scream sobbed its way out of Yasmeen's jaws, the horse slowly twisting his hoof before he rumbled low in his throat as his cock pulsed and twitched, that huge shaft flexing as it released a thick spurt of pre.

"Good..." he growled low in his throat, and then he stepped off the pony mare's head as he yanked the daughter off his shaft and tossed her carelessly through the doorway, sending her crashing down with a bang in the bedroom and rolling bonelessly to a prone flop in a mess.

The filly shook, gurgling on the ground, smeared and slathered with cock-ooze and filth from his unwashed, ruinous shaft, which only seemed to have been growing dirtier, like it sweated more grime the larger and fatter it had become. The horsebeast grinned as stepped over the mother's body, then he seized her by the mane and hefted her into the air before slamming her chest-first into the wall.

Yasmeen couldn't even scream as her body shook with pain, gurgling helplessly as she felt that massive shaft, almost as long as her entire limp body, throbbing like a pillar, like a fiery tower, against her spine. He ground against her with a snarl before he shoved her upwards higher as he rocked his hips down, his huge cockhead sliding past her rump and pushing beneath her tail as he rumbled: "Let's find out just how tight your ass is..."

"N-No!" Yasmeen moaned out, shaking her head as best she could as her fingers clawed into the wall, before she screamed when the monster yanked her downwards as he grunted and pushed upwards, gasping, then growling in bliss as his massive cockhead tore its way upwards into her virginal ass. 

She had never felt agony like this before. Not even when giving birth, as her anal ring tore, and the passage beyond was reamed into, then shredded apart as that too-big pillar of cock ripped upwards. She felt him flex and thrust with careless violence, and she shrieked, back arching, head twisting back with a gargle as her body spasmed and she felt a terrible ripping inside of her as her guts were punctured by the stallion's force.

He snarled as he dug his fingers into her, thrusting ferociously again, arching his back as he pumped his cock higher, harder into her. Her form bulged with his length as he bared his teeth in a cruel grin, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he snarled: "How does it feel, bitch? How does a real stallion feel?"

She shrieked, helplessly, and the brute of a stallion laughed loudly as he slammed into her again, thrusting as her ass spasmed against him and her body shook violently, bloody piss spewing from her swollen cunt and splattering down the wall as his prodigious pillar of penis punished her internal organs. He pumped into her viciously, snorting like a beast as he rammed her down his length, growling into the pony's ear: "Been a long time since I enjoyed a ragnag bitch like you... you feel that superior Equarian cock? Where's your fucking prophet now?"

"Mommy!" screamed a voice, and even through the agony and hell, that voice cut into Yasmeen's mind with horror. She shook her head almost wildly, eyes rolling in her head even as she convulsed, as her baby girl sobbed and cried out: "M-Mommy!"

"No no no..." moaned Yasmeen: this wasn't how she wanted to die, and this wasn't the last thing she wanted that poor innocent girl to see of her, as she shook and shivered, blurting: "P-Please! Mercy... mercy!"

"Oh? You want her to see?" mocked the monster, and he yanked her off the wall with a cruel grin, slamming his cock harder up into her ass as he wrapped one arm around her in a half-nelson, the other hand on her waist. His massive orbs throbbed and swung like wrecking balls, his towering shaft ramming upwards into her body as he turned to fully-face the little girl, and she screamed again at the sight of her mother being ruthlessly violating, not fully grasping what was happening, only seeing that her mother was in pain, that this juggernaut of a stallion was ripping her apart. "Look at your Mommy, baby girl! Look at your Mommy die!" 

"No! Stop!" screamed the girl, clutching her babe before she fell backwards, and Yasmeen choked as the stallion's bloody cock ripped upwards into her, punching the air out of her lungs before she gargled when that massive length ripped back.

She couldn't even feel her ass as it was ripped inside out when the massive brute tore his cock free from her, shredded organs prolapsing outwards, gory, churned shit and viscera splattering to the ground before her ruined, broken body was flung down in the mess. The stallion grinned as he strolled calmly over her, his gargantuan, blood-polished cock swinging back and forth in front of him as the poor little almost-toddler screamed again before she shrieked when he hefted her up like a toy.

Yasmeen gargled, and then a hoof slammed into her face. She rolled awkwardly onto her back, sprawled, unable to force herself to move, only able to watch through teary, disbelieving, horrified eyes as the monstrosity seized her daughter like a small toy in one hand.

The baby struggled and shrieked, but he only snorted in entertainment before he ripped her clothes off with a single finger, stripping her almost instantly. He shoved that same digit into her jaws, and poor little Jess choked on it, gagging and gargling before she pissed herself in fear as the humongous stallion lifted her closer to his grinning face.

His thick tongue, unnaturally dark and long and girthy, spread out of his muzzle and slurped up her body, licking over her baby fat, up across her tiny little nipples. He snorted steam against her face as she tried to pull away, grasping helplessly at his nostrils and features, and Jack only grinned before he looked down at Yasmeen as she writhed on the ground before he taunted: "Oh, what's that? You wanna hold your daughter one last time?"

The stallion smiled in entertainment, and Yasmeen struggled to sit up, struggled to reach for her child, but she couldn't lift her arms. She could barely move her fingers, barely breathe as she spasmed on the floor, before her eyes widened in horror as the stallion didn't put her daughter down on her body, or her belly, but rather he cruelly shoved the babe down against her sopping, bloody, filth-stained cunt.

She moaned: she could feel her daughter writhing against her groin, screaming, shaking, before the child's shrieks increased in volume and agony as the beast, the monster, the vile evil thing slammed his cock down, pushed and punched and forced it forwards.

The toddler's tiny, virgin cunt couldn't possibly stretch enough to accommodate that monstrous battering ram of a shaft, that flared horsecock-head stretching her thighs painfully wide, already dislocating her hips even before it pushed its way into her body. And yet her feeble flesh also couldn't withstand the force the monster bore forwards with, the massive alpha stallion growling and snarling as he jerked down as he thrust and ground babe against mother's sloppy cunt, almost pushing her into that ruined snatch.

The little girl's screams intensified in horror and pain as the massive cock finally tore its way into her, shredding the tissue between asshole and vagina and creating one massive, gouged hole: the moment he tore himself into her, his cock slammed forwards, almost a foot burying through the baby's form, plowing her against her mother's cunt, making Yasmeen spasm as she moaned weakly at the feeling of her child spasming, flinching... dying, against her sex.

And the stallion only thrust and snorted like a beast as he rammed his cock ruthlessly forwards, grinning as he shifted one hand up to grip her mane and yank back on it as the other dug into her hyperstretched body.

The baby looked like a ridiculous condom, a broken fleshlight stretched around the massive cock of the stallion, her fur thin, her body dark with the burst blood vessels and the internal ruptures. She wasn't conscious anymore: she likely wasn't even alive as he rammed his cock ruthlessly back and forth, managing only a foot or so into her as she crushed wetly into her mother's swollen cunt with every piston of his massive cock, and Yasmeen moaned out as her head rolled back, clenching her eyes shut, wishing she could just die, that it would all end-

The stallion drew out the torture for minutes, however, snorting, thrusting, bucking as he jerked the baby fleshlight up and down the head of his stiff cock, pre spurting through the wrecked maw of the ravaged fucktoy and splattering over the soaked, broken body of her mother. Finally, though, his hands crushed down too hard on that body, yanking her head back too far, and the monster arched his back as, with a thrilled snarl, he orgasmed.

And his orgasm was a sick, dark flood that literally blew the head off of Yasmeen's poor, dead baby, his cock pulsing so powerfully, thrusting so hard as his hands crushed around it that it was ripped into fleshy ribbons of ruin around the massive member of the horsebeast. He thrust furiously through her as his dark, sludgy cum sprayed through the air in thick arcs, gluts of his load splattering across Yasmeen and down the hall, the monster roaring in bliss.

Finally, he slowed, his massive member dripping dark load, his body flexing powerfully before he licked his muzzle slowly as he looked down at Yasmeen. Her body heaved with silent sobs, her form shaking, her eyes rolling in her head, and the stallion smiled down at her with cruel entertainment before he slowly stood.

He gripped his monstrous cock, and, without bothering to look, he ordered calmly: "Come lick your sister off my dick."

Slowly, almost drunkenly, the broken filly stumbled towards him and his cock. She leaned in, staring at it, at the bloody remains of what had once been her sister, and was now just stains and dripping ruins, viscera coating that mammoth member. Her hands gripped into it, stroked it, before she closed her eyes as she leaned in and licked a chunk from that shaft, shuddering once, knees knocking together, before the filly moved to the end of his cockhead and almost greedily slurped at a fat string of black ooze hanging from his tip.

"Give your mother a kiss before we go." the stallion said.

Without hesitating, the filly dropped to her knees. She stared emptily down at Yasmeen, who whimpered before her daughter leaned down, and kissed her lips. And all she tasted was him: his seed, his ruin, his toxic corruption, the mare moaning before the filly slowly stood up, then stumbled down the hall even as a sob escaped her lips, as if she was being pulled by strings, as if she had completely given up, already been wholly broken by Jack and his sheer stallion power.

The monster looked down at Yasmeen, and then he smiled at her before he spat on her. "I bet you want to die, don't you?"

Yasmeen trembled, and Jack said, slowly, almost tenderly: "I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to leave you to rot away the rest of your sandnag life like this. But you were fun, cunt. Don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of your daughter. Help her become the fucktoy she was always meant to be."

The stallion laughed as he gathered up his clothes, then he carelessly sauntered away, and Yasmeen could only try and scream before she broke down into dazed, chuffling sobs.

Jack, meanwhile, took his time cleaning up. He went to the bathroom and took a piss as his cock began to soften, that immensity somehow packing itself back in his gargantuan and yet still too-small sheath as his throbbing balls settled. He came out to see the stupid bitch he had claimed was just sitting next to the door, and he walked over to her and grabbed her by the mane, yanking her roughly to her feet.

He forcibly kissed her, and she choked on his tongue, then bit, then helplessly pushed back with her own tongue before he broke the kiss by tearing her head away and slamming it into the picture glass beside the door hard enough to crack the tempered window. She gasped in pain before he almost flung her at the closet, saying disgustedly: "Put something on, fucktoy. I don't want you getting my car dirty."

She did as she was told. What else could she do?

Jack, meanwhile, went back to the bathroom and put his own uniform back on, humming to himself before he emerged and walked over to the dumb piece of meat. He looked over her, then he grasped her by the face, tilting her head back and forth before he spat on her.

"You still look too much like a towelhead to me. We're gonna fix that. Make you pretty." he said, before he grabbed her by the arm and twisted it behind her back, making her whimper as he shoved her towards the door, slamming her face-first into it with a grin and taking his time reaching around her for the handle, grinding against her as he growled: "I'm gonna make you a proper Equarian. And you better learn to fucking thank me for the fact I decided to keep you, cunt, when I have a dozen gutter-sluts like you at home."

"Y-Yes, sir." she rasped, and Jack smiled before he opened the door and pushed her outside ahead of him.

He forced her down to the plain black car parked on the street, opening the back door and carelessly flinging her inside. Then he turned and headed back to the house as he picked up his radio, clicking the button on it to call in calmly: "Dispatch, this is FSO Hollow. I'm taking a subject into personal custody and I require a cleanup crew at 422 Crown terrace."

"Affirmative. Sending one your way now." answered dispatch crisply, and Jack smiled as he reentered the large dwelling, sauntering his way through the house largely out of curiosity.

He helped himself to some money he found in the kitchen , rooted through their pantry, and rooted through the drawers before he looked up as he heard footsteps, and a worried voice call: "Honey? Kids? Where are you?"

Jack headed back to the foyer, to find a stallion... well, compared to him, a little colt in a suit. He stared at him with shock, but before he could speak, Jack said calmly: "Fatherland Protection Agency. Your wife resisted arrest and had to be... dealt with accordingly."

"What... what are you... where is she? What's going on?" shouted the stallion, before he bared his teeth as he snapped: "If you hurt her-"

Jack smiled indulgently, and then he drew his sidearm: a gleaming, black metal gun that looked almost small in his hand. He pointed it at the stupid colt in his stupid business suit, and the boy went dead silent, his eyes widening, his hands raising before the beast of a stallion said pleasantly: "Thanks for giving me an excuse."

He fired twice, two rounds slamming into the male's chest and knocking him sprawling backwards with a gasp, whimpering and clutching at the bloody holes in his body through his shirt, crimson blossoming slowly through his silk shirt as the stallion strolled forwards and looked down at his victim. 

The male stared back up at him, pale, shaking, shivering, panting helplessly, unable to speak; the stallion's dead, dark eyes gazed callously down, before he plucked his radio off his belt and said idly: "Dispatch, tell the cleaners to let the mare live if she survives, but make sure the stallion dies. He should bleed out by himself shortly, but just in case."

"Sir." the voice on the radio affirmed crisply, and Jack smiled as he clipped it back on the belt before he leaned down over one knee, looking down into the terrified, disbelieving features of the stallion.

"This is Equaria. This is a nation for proud patriots. Not for scum like you, who bring in the towelheads, the donkeys, the midget-horses who can't even suck cock right." he said contemptibly, before he straightened, then purposefully stepped on the male's face, crushing it under one hoof and making him scream before the monster strolled casually towards the door without looking back.

He headed to his cruiser, not even tossing a look at the large van that rolled into the driveway, two officers leaping out and saluting him sharply as several gray-coveralled stallions in masks emerged from the back, holding large duffel bags of equipment. They would ensure that all unfortunate traces were cleaned up: they couldn't have the Fatherland Protection Agency looking anything but pure to the rest of the nation, after all, who wanted to live in peace, with their pleasant blinders on, never seeing what real stallions and mares did for a living to keep their nationalist paradise safe and protected.

But Jack didn't mind that, as he climbed into his cruiser and smiled at the filly trembling in the back seat, licking his lips slowly.

There were a lot of perks that came with his job, after all.