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God she never gets a break, does she?

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happy to see this is still going on

So cute.

Littlepip entered the tent shared by her mistress and spouse, a jerrycan of potable water in her mouth. The two of them lay together on a rug, reading the same book as Littlepip poured out some of the fresh water into a bucket. They paid Pip no mind as she drenched a washcloth in the bucket and applied a bar of soap to it. She approached the couple and pressed the washcloth against Velvet’s barrel, beginning the process of cleaning her body whilst she studied the book on the zebra’s old pre-war culture.

“Thank you, Cornelia.” Velvet absently acknowledged the service.

It stung Littlepip that even her fellow Stable dweller no longer addressed her by her pony name. Worse than that, she had admired Velvet her whole life from afar, thinking she never had a shot with her. Now, she was intimately washing her body in the most sensual manner permitted by a slave. And the experience left a sour taste in her mouth, knowing Velvet was now wedded to the evil witch laying next to her. And that if Pip did anything to desecrate her mistress in contravention of her marriage, her hooves would be nailed to the nearest telegraph pole, where the Legion would leave her out in the heat, to die miserably.

Littlepip should have felt happy, now that her labours were divided between servicing old technology for the Legion, and being the personal attendant of the more merciful Velvet. But she now wished for the cruelty and rape she suffered before. She felt as is Juno was slowly twisting the good, kindhearted Velvet she knew, who had been opposed to slavery and sadism into a more aloof, more aristocratic zebra sympathiser who made excuses for the Legion. Or perhaps Pip had only ever seen Velvet the way she’d wished to see her, or maybe she simply couldn’t overlook her teeming jealousy of Juno. Was each perceived slight, every zebra supremacist comment a mere invention of her covetous mind?

“I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you, the auspices would tell me of your great future with me. You have learned this all so quickly.” Juno complimented Velvet on her zebra studies as she nuzzled.

Littlepip furiously scrubbed the haunches of her mistress, as though she could erase that damned cutie mark on her flank! Free as a bird? Hah! Her songs were now in that dreadful Zebrican language, to entertain soldiers who raped and pillage Equestria with no opposition!

“Ow! Watch it, Pip!” Velvet chastised her, having seemingly forgotten that she was now a slave owner.

“You appear frustrated. Is there something you should tell us?” Juno inquired.

“No, nothing I should be bothering you with.” Littlepip knew better than to express her true feelings.

“You are an awful liar, Cornelia. Just tell me what it is and I can perhaps arrange something.” Velvet declared, arrogantly assuming she had the power to do so.

Littlepip angrily tossed the washcloth back in the bucket with a splash before facing the two of them with narrowed eyes.

“Actually, yes. There is a problem. Ever since I arrived at this camp I have been sexually assaulted! Every fucking day I have zebras staring at my plot, quietly contemplating an opportunity to take me behind some remote structure and put their dick inside me, like Celestia herself is fucking me over with her elongated horn! When I say no, I get punched and kicked until I plead yes! The other slaves look at me like they’d do the same thing if their taskmasters would allow it, all because they consider me ‘privileged’ for getting a slightly bigger serving of that disgusting refuse they call food! I was humiliated for months before you came here to a point where I almost stopped crying for myself and just accept this was normal! Then you came trotting in and I was made your property, and all of a sudden I am off limits! I only deal with a fraction of the abuse I did before, and I cannot feel relieved. My pain and suffering, my life, is in your hooves. And I would rather have a hundred zebras put it in me than feel I should be grateful to you I am not being raped!” This brazen outburst had caused at least a few legionaries to peek inside Juno’s tent by the time Littlepip was done, and seething with anger.

“Littlepi- Cornelia, I don’t know what to tell you.” Velvet managed to say.

“Maybe it’s better you don’t. I w-want to g-go back to- to living without- fear of assault. Like in the Stable.” Littlepip let her tears flow, finally having found an outlet without provoking punishment.

Velvet extended a hoof and pulled Pip close to her, letting her cry on her shoulder and cradling her head like she was her mother.

“There might be something we could do to help your servant.” Juno spoke up, directing her wife’s attention back to her “She invites continued prejudice on herself by walking around camp as a pony. In open defiance of the masters of Equestria.”

“But Littlepip isn’t a unicorn as part of some political statement!” Velvet objected “I’m not stating something by being one as well.”

“That’s not how the legionaries see it.” Juno explained “They see a pony, walking about like she owned the land still. Not making any effort to integrate with zebra culture. As long as Cornelia does so, they will never treat her as though she makes the effort to assimilate.”

“W-would they… leave me alone?” Littlepip dared to ask.

“I cannot promise you that. Warriors must feel the need to dominate and conquer the weak. But not displaying your disrespect with your manners and appearance can make a difference. It is something you can do without relying on your mistress’ protection. To acknowledge the superiority of zebrakind, its customs and its beliefs by making them your own. To show your submission.”

To abandon her own heritage. To betray the principles of Equestrian harmony, and surrender to the hated enemy. Completely putting oneself at the zebras mercy. To a pre-war pony, this must have been unthinkable. But none of those lofty ideals ever did anything for Littlepip, and she only wanted safety. Surely there could be no shame in such a basic wish?

“I will… do whatever is required. To be considered zebra instead of pony.” Slowly, Littlepip uttered the words, and Juno smiled widely.

The ‘temple’ used by Juno was just another tent. More elaborately decorated than others, but a tent all the same. Various implements, dyes and objects lay on the tables and carts brought in for the ceremony. Nervously, Littlepip stood between Velvet and Juno as they went about the process of making Littlepip a properly integrated slave.

“Darling, if you would pull taut her other teat?” Juno asked.

Velvet, using her telekinetic grasp, touched Pip in her private place to pull her nipple down. Meanwhile, Juno approached with a hot needle. Littlepip bit her lip in anxiety as she anticipated the searing hot pain that was to come. She groaned as the needle went straight through the nipple of her teat, leaving a hole just barely wide enough for Juno’s purposes.

“Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?” Littlepip asked once again, looking down to where Velvet was applying pure alcohol to the pierced nipple to help clean it.

“Necessary? No. But I follow what the auspices tell me to do, and they tell me you are a mare in need of enhancement to your genital region.” Juno explained.

“Funny how you only tell me this now. Ow!” Littlepip could feel a pinching on her nipple, and suspected Velvet was trying to shut her up.

“The teats of a mare are an expression of her gift of child rearing. To draw more attention to your mammaries with decorations shows you are a bountiful mare who will be desirable with males.” Juno continued as she inserted the tiny silver beads into the holes left by her procedure.

“Finally they’ll take notice of your tiny little tits.” Velvet teased, making Littlepip self conscious of her height.

“What do you think, Cornelia? Don’t you think this makes you look like a zebra instead of a unicorn?” Juno directed Pip’s view to the full mirror.

Littlepip looked at herself, and she recognised the difference. Her cutie mark, the symbol of her talent as a pony, was gone. A painful chemical remover had erased all trace of the Pipbuck that previously graced her flanks. A zebra’s glyphmark was unlike pony cutie marks. And although Pip was told she was unworthy and unable to ever acquire one, her innate statement of ponykind was forever gone. To appease her zebra masters. Her nipples and tongue now contained the small, shiny beads that Juno had inserted to help draw attention to areas she claimed to be of special interest to her in her future as a neo-zebra.

But most noticeable of all where the stripes. All over her muzzle and body Pip saw the black lines of paint imitating the patterns of a zebra’s hide. Far from random smears on her grey coat, she was told they were picked specifically for her. That a zebra recognised another of his kind by their stripes, and hers told them who and what sort of mare she was. Littlepip wondered if this arduous process would just wash off with a splash of water. Considering the only bath she’d experienced in all this time were the ones where she body washed Velvet as her personal attendant, that likely wasn’t going to become a problem.

Her ears lowered as she looked at herself carefully. It felt like part of her had been taken, and she was reduced. But Juno assured her these fears had been the rebellious protestations of her pony soul, dying inside her as she was being reborn.

“And this will work? I am now a zebra?” Littlepip asked, but the answer from Juno hadn’t changed.

“No one can change that you are a pony in body, that shall always be held against you. But your transformation in spirit is only beginning, Cornelia. You have preceded your mistress, who is more a zebra in mind than you still, and you are now ready to be introduced to the camp.” Juno smiled at her, before lowering her voice “And may I commend your bravery for making the transition? You stand as an example to your kind of the concord between zebra and ponykind when the latter learns its new role in the Equestrian Wasteland.”

It still felt ominous to hear Juno talk this way, and for Velvet to concur wholeheartedly now. But Littlepip would have to satisfy herself with the hope that in time, her zebra soul would come to accept this as nothing unusual, and instead to be celebrated. And speaking of celebration, the sounding of the gong outside the tent announced it was time to face her new life.

As the curtain to the temple was pulled away, Littlepip was led forward and outside. There, several zebra legionaries waited for the shaman to proclaim her a neo-zebra. Their appreciation of her form didn’t feel much different from the perverted leers she normally drew.

“Soldiers of the Legion!” Juno addressed the crowd “It is rare to welcome a pony, for few even accept our natural dominance. Yet it is evidence of our civility that we welcome this race as our language, our culture and our nation expands to incorporate new additions. Behold, and welcome Cornelia Servia into the Legion. She came to us a slave. And though her crimes are those of her ancestors, she elected of her free will and with a righteous spirit to make our customs her own, and our ways her ways. And though she served her master well, it was not until now that she can devote herself fully to her with all her heart. Cornelia, what do you say to those who come to greet you in your moment of submission to our civilization?”

Littlepip stepped forward. She knew what they were expecting. Though it seemed like a second language even to the Legion, she understood it was best to display her progress in learning Zebrican at this moment.

“Ego sum L- Cornelia Servia. Unicornis esse desii. Volo unum et vobis. Succubo stabo zebraeque.”

Pip could hear Juno openly laugh, whilst Velvet bit her lip and inhaled sharply. The raucous welcome from the zebras however sounded encouraging, and so she smiled and waved to them. Some were moving closer to receive her.

Velvet held her back. “I don’t think you want to mingle with them right now.”

“Come on, Velvet. I’ve never seen them so appreciative of me. I feel this has really worked!” Pip dismissed.

“That’s because of what you said!” Velvet tried to warn.

“I told them “I want to stand below zebras”. Isn’t that showing them the deference they demand of ponies?” Littlepip looked puzzled, as more of the legionaries surrounded her.

“That would be “Sub stabo zebraeque”. You said you want to lie below zebras!” Velvet urgently corrected her, as she was now physically separated from Littlepip by the zebras.

It was at this moment Littlepip finally took notice of the massive erections some of the stallions were sporting. And it did not take her long to realize her stated desire to lie below them was an invitation for sex.

“Ehm… Velvet? Juno? A little help here.” Pip pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Cornelia. But you choose your initiation celebration with those words and it’s not my place to counteract your wishes.” Juno denied, as she herded Velvet Remedy back with her hoof “Nor do they seem willing to be corrected.”

Pip was pulled forward and off her hooves by one of the stallions. She landed on top of him, as he had laid down on the ground before her. Looking down, she noticed his hardened penis flattened beneath her snatch, between her newly pierced teats.

“What a joke! You will always still be a pony in flesh. As you will still be a slut.” He said, placing both hooves on her hips.

The circle of zebra stallions all around her looked on in eager anticipation of their turn with Littlepip. It was starting to become obvious that Juno’s attempts to temper Littlepip’s expectations of how she might be treated were an understatement. These zebras were only ever going to see her as a hole in which they could deposit a load of their seed. But at least this was familiar ground to her. In a twisted way, having to fuck her way out of a dozen legionaries gave her more control over her fate than feeling like Velvet’s helpless slave. There was an empty defiance in being made a straight mare rather than watching Velvet being lesbian with that witch!

Littlepip closed her eyes and sighed, lifted herself up, and allowed the stallion’s member to slide into her vulva. Her virginal anxieties for stallion cock were long gone, and there was a sickening sense of comfort in feeling the warm, throbbing meat of zebras inside her. Slowly, she began to grind her groin against his, letting the old rhythmic thrusting overtake her. She moaned deep, drawing more enthusiastic responses from the crowd.

“See how these lesbians moan like whores for stallion cock?”

Littlepip leaned back, placing her hooves behind her as she moved her hips on top of the legionnaire like the waves of the ocean. Up and down on top of him, as his tip was buried deep inside her, and the shaft pressed against her clitoris. Each motion rubbing up against her pearl while wet secretions coated their privates, easing each successive thrust.

“Ah…ah…ah. Am I not more than just a pony? You seem to be getting more into it than your usual depraved orgies.” Littlepip taunted him.

“Hey, don’t keep her all to yourself!” Littlepip suddenly felt the bomb collar around her throat being pulled back, slightly choking her as she looked up and in the face of another zebra male “There’s more than one hole in this bitch for us to fill up!”

With her mouth forced open by the choking, she provided a clear entrance for the second stallion, who turned and lowered his nutsack down and into her mouth, his lengthy member pressing against her nostrils, making it hard to breathe. Littlepip gagged, but his point was clear to her: he’d get off only once she’d gotten him off. And so, she set her tongue to work, coating his scrotum in her saliva even as she continued to gently rock on top of the first stallion, who was unhappy to have his view obstructed by his comrade’s wide butt.

“Hey, I was admiring that striped bitch’s new pattern! It’s a look that really says “fuck me like the pony slut that I am”.”

“Why do you think I took the liberty of filling her mouth up? To shut her up.” The other replied.

Littlepip managed to get his balls out of her mouth.

“I believe you’re the one who needs to shut up, and not look a gift horse in the mouth!”

Littlepip followed up her cheeky response by placing her tongue at the base of his shaft, and drawing it along the length of his giant prick, eliciting only a shudder in response. Moving back down and starting over each time she reached his tip. Grinding along with her pelvis at the same time.

“F-fuck this b-bitch is cum crazy!” The zebra below her managed just as he came.

Hot, liquid spunk coated the inside of her womb once more, as Littlepip had managed to handle the first one. He squirmed to get out from below her, as Pip sat down in the sand, her creampie dripping. She placed her hooves against the second stallion’s loins, tackling him to the ground so he’d lie in the first one’s place.

“I might have said I want to lie below zebras, but today I am not the one who’s on the bottom!” Littlepip declared authoritatively as she put her lips around the zebra’s knob, and teased it with the tip of her tongue.

Just as she moved her head down to take in his full length, she felt a hoof pin her head in place, and a probing against her sphincter.

“That may be, but lie below zebras you shall!” The next contender cleverly responded before thrusting inside.

Littlepip’s eyes bulged at the forceful entry, but the other stallion grasped the tip of her horn and pulled her face down further to make her mouth nearly swallow the cock in it.

“And though you may be striped and accepted your role, you’re still a unicorn. That means sucking!” He said as he began to move her head up and down his dick, letting her lips please him.

The stallion behind her moved almost in unison with the one receiving the blowjob, painfully moving into her anus with every periodic thrust. Faster and faster, he ass was ravaged as he horn was pulled to make her move up and down faster and faster. She almost choked on the size, but the couple wouldn’t let up. Minutes later, without to much as a warning, the zebra lying before her ejaculated into her mouth, not allowing Pip the change to pull free until his whole load was spent inside her throat and she was left gagging.

“That’s a good slave. Swallow hard.” He smiled wickedly.

As he moved out underneath, the stallion on top of her pushed down on her shoulders and Littlepip was left with her nose in the dirt, his hoof pinning her head against the ground.

“What was that about not being on the bottom today, bitch? For a new zebra, you sure haven’t learned your place yet! Stay in the dirt, where you belong.” The anal invader told her, drawing approving years and stomps from the other zebras.

Harder and harder, faster and faster came the thrusts that made Pip feel like her colon was going to dislocate. When the pain reached its peak, the stallion withdrew, only for her to feel the warm, gooey semen splattered across her back. Becoming stuck in her mane and her tail even as she cum inside her vagina and her mouth kept leaking out. She barely was able to push herself back up before she felt the next zebra’s hoof on her shoulder.

“Don’t get up, you’re still on bottom duty for the rest of the day.” Number four told her.

As her face was pressed down into the rough sand again, and the next cock pushed inside of her, Littlepip was beginning to understand the meaning of her new stripe pattern and genital piercings. There wasn’t a lot of esoteric mystery to it, it seemed. It just highlighted what she had always been to these zebras: the communal sex slave.

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