The Babs x Human Clop Saga
- Chapter 30 -
"Diplomatic Gathering (Part 1/3)"

Laying on a bed in one of the private suites of a train bound for Canterlot, James reminisces about the events that took place earlier that day.

*Earlier that morning...*

With Celestia's sun having risen gracefully above the horizon a couple of hours ago, James trudged tiredly across his lawn towards his mailbox. A deep yawn left his lips as he gently scratched the back of his head. It was obvious that Equestria's lone human hadn't fully awakened yet and was trying to fight off the vestiges of sleep. As he approached his mailbox, he found a familiar grey, Pegasus mailmare stuffing his mail into it. She noticed him and happily waved a hoof his way in greeting.

”Good morning, James! Lovely day isn't it?” She said in her happily bubbly voice.

James grumbled a half-hearted “Morning.” Before he took out the mail and newspaper that Derpy Doo had just stuffed inside his mailbox. After nestling the newspaper under his armpit, he began to sort the mail.

“Advertisement...Advertisement...'Stallion Wanted' ad...'Colt Wanted' ad...Weekly Whorse Magazine...Bill...Bill...Filly Beach Fashions...”

He made a mental note to take a look through Filly Beach Fashions magazine later. Partly to ogle some of the filly models, and partly to see if he could find any eye-catching swimsuits–either two-piece or one-piece–for Babs Seed or any of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The thought of their youthful bodies soaking wet while wrapped up in tight-fitting, seductive swimwear made his member jolt in delight.

Digging further through the mail pile, James came across an envelope addressed to him and sealed with a familiar circular, golden seal with a large, golden letter 'C' in the middle.

Princess Celestia's personal seal. James quickly tore open the envelope and found a letter written in flowing, golden script with a red lipstick kiss mark stamped on the bottom. It only took a few moments for James to understand its contents. Princess Celestia had sent him another summons to Canterlot Castle, to be answered immediately. However, it didn't specify why. He looked up from the letter towards Derpy Hooves with an inquisitive glance, but the walleyed mare had already taken to the skies towards the next house, trying to avoid bumping into other pegasi’s while doing so.

He took a moment to stare at her perky posterior as she flew away. (He always wondered if that luscious, "bubble" butt of hers was how she got her bubble cutie mark, but he could never work up the courage to ask her directly.) He then looked down again at the golden-lettered invitation in his hands.

'Wonder if this will be anything like the last time she summoned me?' A jolt of pleasure ran through James' flaccid dick as memories from his previous summoning ran across his mind.

Last time, he not only got his very first taste of an Alicorn's heavenly snatch, but his "boys" got an overhaul as well. As a result, he's now got the cock and balls of a porn star and, subsequently, a serious spike of activity in his sex life as even more mares and fillies became attracted to him. As if responding to his thoughts, a passing mare giggled as she looked at his groin; she winked at him and put a little more sway in her hips as she passed, hoping that he was watching.

At that point, James made a startling realization. He was outside while COMPLETELY naked! What's more, his lower half was still covered in dried mare cum and filly fluids from the previous night. However, James neither panicked nor blushed from embarrassment. He simply shrugged his shoulders before returning to his house, mail and newspaper still in hand. At this point, James had started to grow accustomed to the whole "no nudity taboo" in Equestria. If given the choice, he was still more comfortable wearing clothes out in public, but he could now go without if he needed to, at least to get the mail in the morning.

After he got back inside, James proceeded immediately to his bedroom. Once there, he picked up his traveling bag before looking around the room. His room had become a total pigsty!

And after spending an entire morning helping Applejack on the farm–and an entire afternoon "plowing" Applebloom's field–he could honestly make that comparison, and giving her a rich dose of fertilizing. His clothes had been spread all over the place, and dried cum and mare juice stained the floor in various spots. His bed was also a mess, but what were more noticeable were the two mismatched lumps underneath the bed covers. One was small and one was big.

James tiptoed across the floor, picking up various articles of clothing, to either wear or pack in his bag, as silently as possible. However, his movements did not go undetected. The small lump on the bed began to quiver before slowly moving out from under the cover. An adorable light gray filly with an unkempt pale rose and mulberry mane half emerged from the covers and allowed a cute yawn to bypass her lips. Upon noticing the now half-naked human already up and about, she turned to him with sparkling harlequin eyes.

“Good morning, James!” Sweetie Belle cheered.

”Morning, Sweetie. I hope I didn't wake you. I didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep,” James relied.

”Oh, no, that's alright. I was just getting up anyway.” Sweetie then notices the letter in James' hand. ”Oh, what have you got there?”

“A summons from Princess Celestia.”

“Princess…?!” said a muffled, more mature feminine voice.

The larger lump now moved from under the covers, revealing a familiar plump, fuschia mare whose indigo and persian blue mane was as wild and unkempt as the filly's. Pearl, Sweetie's mother, looked around the room–her eyes still slightly hazy from her recent slumber–before focusing on James. Using her magic, Pearl tossed the covers aside, allowing James to see the results of the previous night's heated, yet enjoyable, activities. Mother and daughter alike sported a sizeable, cum-filled belly, despite having already shrunk a few inches over night while they slept. Their coats, manes, and tails–which were pristine and flawless when they had first arrived the last night–were spottily coated in dried sperm, especially around their muzzles, thighs, and buttocks. The sheets were even worse, having been drenched in semen, sweat and other juices from the mother/daughter threesome.

Pearl Belle sat up on her haunches, beaming at James with a radiant smile.

“Getting summoned by Princess Celestia? That's quite an honor. To think that my youngest daughter’s stud knows the princess. I am so proud. It's almost like finding out Rarity's a hero to Equestria all over again,” she gushed with maternal pride.

James snorted derisively and started to stuff his bag with things he would need for the trip. He also started getting dressed whenever he found a piece of clothing that was reasonably clean.

“Yeah, yeah, best buddies and all that. Listen ladies, I need to make myself ready for the trip, so shoo shoo.” James offhandedly waved them off, gesturing for them to leave.

“You just snatch us off the streets, buck us full of cum until we can barely move, and now that you're done with us, you want to simply dump us back onto the streets on our plots without even offering us a chance to clean ourselves up? My, what a gentlecoat you are," Pearl snarked, rolling her eyes while a coy smile graced her lips.

“*Pfft!* More like you dragged me home, tore off my clothes, and then wasted no time in riding my dick,” James muttered.
“I had to do something as an apology for that I didn’t visit you when you were copped up in that hospital for a week before. I sadly couldn’t visit you because I was with my hubby on one of his fishing trips.”

“So, you bluntly came up to me after you came to visit Rarity and drop off Sweetie Belle. Meaning that you dragged me away as I just was negotiated the prize for some flowers with Daisy.”

Pearl giggled. “She was really pouting as I dragged you away as you were about to put your big member inside her quivering plot.”

“Well I have to say I’m sorry to her later.”

Pearl rolled her eyes again and jumped down from the bed, her swollen belly wobbling like gelatin. Sweetie Belle followed after, her lips protruding in a disappointed pout as her eyes began to glisten with moisture.

“I wanted him to fill me some more…” she whined.

Pearl merely giggled at her crestfallen filly. “Now, now, no sulking, young lady. It's a summons from the princess, after all. Besides, we can always have more fun when he comes back.”

Too busy consoling her little filly, Pearl never noticed the sudden mischievous gleam in James' eyes. As she and Sweetie walked past towards the doorway, he raised his right hand and brought it down sharply on the fuschia mare's curvy backside.

*SMACK!* ”NEEE-EEEEIIIII-IGGHH~!!”

Pearl neighed in shock, turning a surprised gaze and blushing muzzle towards the culprit. James waved a fond farewell to her while wearing an impish grin. Pearl responded with an alluring smile and blowing a kiss. With a turn of her head and a flick of her tail, she led Sweetie out the door and down the stairs. They soon exited the house and wobbled down the street towards their home.

Halfway home, Sweetie glanced back and for the between her mother's distended barrel and her own.

”Mommy, is this enough for us to have a foal?” Sweetie asked, a cute, yet thoughtful, frown donning her face.

”Afraid not, dearie,” Pearl chuckled. ”You'll just have to wait until the annual "Running of the Leaves." That's when every mare and filly old enough will go into heat. And when that happens...” Pearl's jovial expression changed into one of eager determination. ”When that happens, I will track down your stud and make him pump his virile seed inside us until his balls are bone dry. Then, I will surely give you a little sister of your own to spoil. Now I can't promise that you'll get pregnant since you're still a young filly, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun with your stallion until then, right?”

”Right!” Sweetie giggled.

”MOTHER AND DAUGHTER PREGANANT BUDDIES, YAY!!!” they cheered.

Pearl and Sweetie Belle hoof bumped each other before descending into a bout of giggles. Then the two continued their trek home, their swollen bellies wobbling with each step the whole way.

Meanwhile, the two had garnered some looks from a few stand owners and passersby along the street. The majority of looks were pointed at the twosome's pregnant-looking bellies. At least half of the onlookers noticed the direction the two had come from, who lived in that direction, and then put two and two together.

Within the hour, another rumor circulated throughout town, adding to James' "fame" and reputation.

***

Meanwhile, James had finished packing his bags, getting dressed, and was now heading towards the train station.

Once there, he began looking around the area. Princess Celestia's invitation had mentioned that one of her guards would act as his escort and be waiting at the Ponyville train station for him.

This filled James' mind with several questions. Questions like 'Why do I need an escort?', 'Is something serious going down?', and 'Why didn't the guard deliver the letter in the first place if it was so important?'. Truthfully, James didn't particularly care about that last one; he was more curious than troubled over it.

A few minutes later, James finally spotted a Pegasus wearing the golden armor and helmet of the royal guard flying down from the sky and landing on the train platform. From the guard's slightly slender build and smaller height, James deduced that the guard is a mare. She was a little out of breath her white coat was matted with sweat. As a result, her coat reflected sunlight to a small degree, giving her body a charmingly radiant glow.

Once she had caught her breath, the guard quickly looked around until she spotted James. She breathed a sigh of relief before trotting up to him with a big smile on her face.

She sat down on her haunches in front of him and gave him a salute. James quickly sized up the guard's body. Military training had given her small build a lean and toned figure. Her teats were average for a Pegasus–which, baring magical surgery, tend to be on the smaller side (save for exceptions like Fluttershy) to make them more aerodynamic–but they were nice and perky.

“Private Morning Glory, at your service, Sir Burlap! I’m here to escort you to Canterlot and the palace by order of Her Majesty, Princess Celestia.”

James nodded in understanding, though he appeared inquisitive when he noticed Private Glory making frequent glances at his groin while maintaining her salute.

“Something the matter?” he asked.

“Well…ummm…that is….” The mare's face was a pale rouge by now. She centered her thoughts and took deep breath before speaking.

“Well, um sir, there is an interesting rumor going around about you in the barracks.”

“Oh? And what rumor would that be?” James asked. The mare's blush intensified, making her face a bright, cherry tomato red. She glanced down at his groin once again.

“T-That, *gulp* that you are hung like a dragon,” she said with her cheeks growing darker still. However, despite her apparent embarrassment, James could see traces of hope, lust and anticipation within the mare's eyes.

He took a moment to scan the area, spotting only one or two ponies walking around the station's platform. It was still fairly early in the morning, after all, and not many ponies were up and about at this time of the day. Not wanting to disappoint his escort–plus, he was feeling quite proud after being compared to a dragon (at least he hoped she was comparing him to an adult dragon, and not a certain #1 library assistant)–he lowered his pants just enough to expose his semi-hard cock. Then, he closed his eyes and envisioned everything he had experienced from the night before:

The heavy scent of Pearl and Sweetie's musk filling the air...the addictive taste of Pearl's lips on your own...the melodious sound of Sweetie's moans as you stuff your shaft into her tight pussy...the feeling of unloading your seed into all of their holes over and over again...the sight of both mother and daughter spreading their hind legs, exposing their cum drenched thighs and jiggling plots, looking at you with lewd eyes that begged for more....

James member became rock hard within seconds as lewd images running through his mind stoked his overwhelming libido.

Morning Glory's focus never wavered from the 13-inch prick dangling before her eyes. Her eyes comically grew wider with astonishment as the James' shaft rose to its full length. A line of drool slipped down the corner of her wide-open mouth. She slowly approached James' groin as if locked in a trance.

“So...big…” she murmured before leaning closer and placing her muzzle against his member and balls. She took a big whiff of his junk and scrunched up her face adorably, no doubt smelling the lingering musk of Pearl and Sweetie all over his crotch.
Morning backed off a bit, a pouty face forming on her muzzle as she stared thoughtfully at James' throbbing prick. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she leapt forward and took his entire member into her mouth. Despite a few gagging noises bubbling up from her throat, she managed to swallow most of it in one go.

“Hey, wait a minute!” James cried fearfully.

He grabbed her by the head and looked around the platform, scared that her sudden actions would garner public attention. He may have been fine with showing off his naked body in public, but he still wasn't comfortable with exhibitionism play to such a degree (that's why he always had sex in alley ways, within bushes, behind stands, under tables, etc.). But the bold Pegasus was determined and started to bob her head at a fast, yet steady, pace. Realizing the futility of trying to stop a horny mare from sucking his dick, James released the Private's head and placed his hands on his hips. He was starting to enjoy the royal guard's deepthroat blowjob.

Morning Glory looked up into James' eyes with a look of bliss upon her face. His strange looking penis had most wonderful taste, much different from that of a stallion's. Plus, it was the biggest, thickest thing she had stuffed inside her lips in quite some time. Her wings fluttered ecstatically as she gobbled down the spongy tissue to the hilt, still gagging every now and then.

Just then, James saw two mares walking by on the platform on their way inside the station. They stopped when they got close enough to clearly see the lewd spectacle before them. In the middle of the train platform–in broad daylight, no less–stood Ponyville's one and only human with one of Celestia's finest hovering just off the ground and eagerly blowing him. James gave the two mares an unsure wave in greeting. The mares giggled, their cheeks growing slightly rosier, before trotting off.

James inwardly sighed as he watched the mares go on their way. Without a doubt, more gossip was sure to spread because of this. And quite honestly, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. James thoughts, however, came to a grinding halt as Morning's oral treatment pushed him past his limits.

“Shit, you are good at this!“ he groaned.

Thick, off-white ropes of his seed burst forth inside the fervent mare's skilled mouth. Some of it trickled out from her nostrils as she tried to swallow his immense load. She hummed in ecstasy as her tongue was literally bathed in the delicious flavor of his essence. The vibrations of her throat and lips stimulated his member, causing it to expel even more cum into her hungry maw. After a while, Morning slowly pulled her lips off James' cock, making sure to suck off any lingering semen that clung to the fleshy tool as she passed. Once she was done, she slumped to the ground in a daze and with a goofy smile on her cute face. James couldn't help but find the image somewhat adorable.

“So, are we done?“ he asked. She gave him a small nod from her supine position, still sporting her goofy smile.

James pulled up his pants and looked around. Suddenly, he heard the familiar blaring sound of the Friendship Express off in the distance. Turning towards the sound, he watched as the train pulled into view, and then slowed down as it approached the station. It wasn't long before the train came to a complete stop and opened its doors, allowing its riders to exit.

“Well, time to board the train,” he told his escort.

Private Morning Glory, who at this point had gotten back on her hooves, walked ahead of James towards one of the open train cars. James watched her go, paying close attention to her toned rump. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like her marehood had leaked some of its juices down her legs, moistening her alabaster thighs.

‘She's got a pretty cute tushy,’ he thought as he followed behind her.

*The Present...*

The Friendship Express had left Ponyville's train station a little less than two hours ago. Since he was being summoned by the princess with a guard escort, he and Private Morning Glory managed to secure a private room in one of the train's more expensive cars.

He was laying on one of the train's beds, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. Morning Glory–bereft of her helmet and armor–lay asleep at his side, snuggling into his bare side and chest. The now wheat yellow Pegasus had a content smile on her face and a marehood filled to the brim with James' cum. Her coat was matted with sweat and stained with cum from the hour long buck session they recently had.

James gazed pensively at the Pegasus who went from being a military escort to a much more "fun" type of escort. He had heard from both Twilight and Princess Cadance about the enchantments woven into the royal guards' armors, including the illusion that made them all look nearly identical. However, he had never been able to confirm if it was true until now. Once Morning had shed of her military uniform, her natural mane, tail, coat, and eye colors had returned to normal; even her cutie mark had returned.

However, what drew James' attentive gaze at the moment was not her physical appearance, but her cum-stuffed marehood.

‘I wonder if she was in heat?‘

He felt Morning press her furry body up against his bare flesh even more, seeking out more of his body's warmth to take. Her slim body resembled that of Rainbow Dash, except her body was less streamlined, slightly more muscular, and possessed bigger teats than the rainbow mane colored weather manager. Teat size aside, Morning Glory's physique was obviously the result of months of training with the Royal Guard.

‘It doesn't matter how she looks, for the most part, all ponies look cute and sexy anyway. She is happy and she felt good, and that is all that matters, it seems. Damn pony mares and their adorably sexy bodies. I've got to try harder to resist them, but when they use their puppy eyes on me, I just melt. And that's with just the mares alone. When the fillies do it, I feel like I'm about to contract diabetes immediately. Well, it probably doesn't help that their cunts feel wetter and more snug than any human woman I've met. Plus, they are always so eager to milk my balls dry. Then again, if the most well endowed males of my species only measured up to a few inches...‘

James would spend the rest of the trip in bed with Morning Glory, either sifting through his thoughts or joining his escort in restful slumber.

The Friendship Express pulled into the Canterlot train station late in the afternoon. James got off the train with Private Glory, now back in full uniform, leading him towards the castle. Upon arrival at the wide-open castle gates, he was greeted by a pair of solar guards–both of whom are also mares. Her task completed, Private Glory gave James a final salute before going on her way. James waved a fond farewell to his temporary escort.

The Pegasus mare happily trotted away with a pep in her step and a sway in her hips as she headed towards the Royal Guard's barracks. Before she managed to get very far, James barely managed to hear her mumbling under her breath. Morning Glory was excited about getting to tell her friends in the Guard about her encounter with the human, and watch their jealous reactions when she tells them that she personally confirmed that the rumors are true. She even has proof. Thick, warm, sticky, abundant proof.

James noticed that she did indeed have proof as he saw traces of his cum dripping out of her cunt and falling on the ground. Looking over at the other two guards, he realizes that they must have noticed as well. He caught their eyes trailing after Morning Glory–lingering particularly on the area underneath her tail–before quickly assuming their usual stoic gaze forward. They were pretending like nothing had happened, but James could see them trying very hard to fight back the cute blush forming on their cheeks. He chose that moment to take the final few steps towards the gate.

“I was summoned by Princess Sun...I mean, Princess Celestia.“ He mentally cursed himself a little for that slip up. For a brief instant, he thought he heard one of the guards snort mirthfully. But when he looked at them, neither guard seemed to have broken their statuesque appearance in the slightest. “So…will you let me inside?“

Finally, the one on his right responded with a nod. “Yes, Sir Burlap. Princess Celestia is expecting you in the Meeting Hall...along with the others,“ she said, her voice dwindling down to a mumble as she spoke the last few words.

James arched an eyebrow in suspicion, but followed the guard’s instructions regardless. Soon enough, he found himself at the entrance to the castle's Meeting Hall.

The Meeting Hall was a grand ballroom with huge, ornate, white pillars lined near the walls around the room. Looking upward, James discovered that the ceiling had been intricately painted, depicting several immaculate scenes such as battles, dances, and more.
‘It's just like Michelangelo’s Painting of the Sistine Chapel's Ceiling in the Vatican, Italy,‘ James thought.

Indeed, the grand ballroom's ceiling did give off the same wondrous, artistic feeling as the Italian artist's famous work. However, the clear difference is that Princess Celestia is the portrayed subject in most of the scenes in the painting on the ballroom's ceiling. Upon closer inspection, James recognized Princess Luna and Princess Cadence were in some of the scenes. However, those scenes seemed to be newer additions to the overall work. In fact, it looked as if they were just painted yesterday.

Off to the side, there were stained glass windows spaced out along the walls. They were just as colorful as the ceiling painting. But, James noticed that they were different from the giant stained glass windows in the throne room–the ones that depicted all the daring achievements of Equestria's heroes, like Twilight Sparkle and her friends. No, these windows seemed to be even more artistic tributes to Equestria's millennial sun goddess.

It was then that James noticed that he wasn't alone in the huge room. A big, empty space had been cleared out in the middle of the room. James witnessed several different creatures scattered about that space, either talking with others or keeping to themselves.

There were all kinds of creatures present, from the mundane to the mythological: goats, donkeys, deer, cows, zebras, centaurs, minotaur’s, gryphons, and more. James also saw a lone dragoness off to the side talking with some lamia pony. He even managed to catch a glimpse of a nine-tailed kitsune. However, the most common factor was that they all seemed to be female.

James was in a daze as he walked through the gossiping crowd. He felt like he had stepped in a rogues gallery of "Aesop's Fables meets Greek Mythology." He was abruptly brought out of his daze when he felt himself bumping into somepony.

“Oh! please excuse me,“ James said, turning to get a clear view at whom he bumped into.

It was a matronly Zebra mare with her mane done in a mohawk hairstyle, much like Zecora. Her curvy figure–greatly resembling that of an earth pony mare's in regards to having thick, toned thighs, wide birthing hips, and a rather voluptuous, jiggly plot–was adorned in all sorts of jewelry (mostly made of gold) placed on different parts of her body. Most of them were placed either around her neck, on her front hooves, or on her ears. After a quick once over, James could see that she also bore heavy, golden ring piercings on both of her nipples.

“Ni sawa,“ [It's alright] she replied. She looked up at him with a kind, maternal smile. James, however, matched her gaze with one of confusion. She spoke using a thick, African accent in a language that was neither English nor Equish.

“She said, ‘it’s alright,‘“ said a youthful, unfamiliar, feminine voice. Just off to the side of the zebra matron, stood two young zebra maidens. They had less jewelry decorating their striped bodies, but instead, wore colorful, tribal-like masks that covered their eyes and parts of their muzzles.

They greeted James with a brief nod, then noticed the confusion in his eyes as he stared at them.

“Ah, forgive our lack of introduction. This is Chief Mateka,“ spoke the masked zebra on his left. It was the same zebra that had spoken just before. “...and we are her translators, Mr....?“

“Burlap...James Ibram Burlap, but my friends call me James.“ James bowed towards the mares. The other masked zebra leaned towards Chief Mateka's and whispered something in her ear. Mateka gave James a warm smile and returned his bow with one of her own. Her smile grew even wider when she trained her eyes a little further south on James' body. She leaned back and whispered something to the young translators, prompting both of them to giggle. The young zebra mare who had spoken before turned to face James once more.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Burlap. We would love to converse further, but unfortunately, Chief Mateka must meet with a few other dignitaries before the meeting begins. She sends her best wishes and hopes for a chance to get to know you better soon.“

The young mare performed a short bow before all three zebras turned and walked around and past him. But as they passed, James felt one of the masked zebras purposely bump his side with her flank. Bewildered, James turned towards her only to be struck dumb by what awaited him. By some sort of unspoken command, all three zebras lifted their tails and showed off their Zebrican goods. James got an eyeful of three black, plump, and inviting zebra cunts lodged between huge, jiggly, striped asscheeks with an equally black and plump tail hole.

James enjoyed the sight of foreign booty as the zebras were soon lost among the rest of the crowd within moments. His thoughts strayed to a certain Ponyville zebra potion maker. He mentally compared the size and shape of Zecora's plot to that of the other three.

After spending a few minutes daydreaming about zebra plot, James aimlessly wandered amongst the crowd for a while before a pair of large, double doors at the back of the ballroom slowly opened wide. A mare wearing a steward outfit and holding a staff in her hoof entered the room through the doors. She tapped the end of the staff against the floor, producing a distinctive echoing sound that gathered the attention of everyone inside the room. Once all was quiet, the mare cleared her throat and began to speak.

“Now ladies, madams, and various V.I.P.s representing your respective countries...on behalf of Her Majesties, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, I bid you all welcome to this year's annual Diplomatic Gathering, hosted by Equestria. I hope that we all managed to have a very pleasant and fulfilling three days. Now then, please proceed to the Dining Room for food and refreshments, and so that we may start the meeting with the usual greetings and introductions. Tomorrow, we will open the floor for any pressing issues or complaints your nations may have, and will provide plenty of time for you to renew or negotiate deals amongst yourselves. On the third day, we will convene to establish new business deals and address smaller diplomatic issues. We will be hosting a soiree at the end of the second and third days so that you may relax from all these politics. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to notify me or one of my assistants and we will ensure to take care of it. And once again, let me welcome you all to the Diplomatic Gathering. “

James politely applauded along with the rest of the crowd. He didn't take offense that only the females had been recognized at the beginning of the speech and that he had been ignored. After all, he was the only male in the room, a drop of testosterone placed within a sea of estrogen. Plus, he had only been summoned to the castle this morning, so she probably had no idea he would be here.

The mare tapped the staff against the floor once more, signaling everyone to move on to the Dining Room. All the visiting dignitaries slowly made their way towards the open doors. James went with the flow and followed suit.

Upon entering the room, James was greeted with the sight of several large, rectangular tables covered by white, embroidered tablecloths. Various types of seats were placed around the tables, from low chairs to plush cushions and even a pile of hay in a few places. In front of every seat and on top of the tables, stood folded name plates, each inscribed with a single, unique name. Everyone spread out, looking for their name and arranged seat.

James found his place after a couple of minutes of searching. He sat down in a normal looking, but really low, wooden chair. As a pleasant surprise, he found that Chief Mateka and her two translators were seated right across from him at his table. Suddenly, A flash of white appeared in the corner of his right eye. He turned to his right, hoping to find Princess Celestia, only to find the nine-tailed kitsune he had spotted earlier in the Meeting Hall taking a seat on his right. The mythic vixen was slightly taller than the average stallion, had a glistening white fur coat, silky smooth, silver hair, and captivating vermillion eyes. However, what drew James' attention the most was the rows of teats on her stomach.

‘Those are some tantalizing teats,‘ he avidly thought. There were eight in total, meaning James could have four times as much fun then with a mare. The teats had different sizes, growing larger as you travelled down her body from her upper stomach to her canine cunt. In short, they were like those found on a regular canine bitch.

Realizing he was starting to stare, James hurriedly turned his attention to the remaining occupants at the table. Sitting on his immediate left, James saw a couple of regal looking does taking their seats. Looking ahead, he saw one of the masked zebra mares wave a hoof to him in greeting. He politely waved back. Chief Mateka leaned closer to the waving mare, whispering something in her ear. She giggled before nodding her head in agreement.

James didn't have long to ponder what was going on as several maids began trotting out to the various tables. They started placing menus at the tables and taking orders from the seated assembly. A maid came up to James' side in short order and presented him a menu.

“Here you are, sir. What would you like?“

James perused his menu and was delighted to find they had a few meat dishes available, most likely to cater to the more carnivorous ambassadors. Living amongst the ponies had been great for sating his sexual appetites. But his actual diet? Not so much. These days, James' biggest source of protein came from sucking the milk from the teats of one of the many mares he had knocked up over the course of his stay in Ponyville, mostly it came from Mrs. Cake’s plump teats. Granted, James had no qualms against such an arrangement–especially since those same mares were more than willing to return the favor and suck off their own serving of protein from his dick–but he would have killed for nice, juicy cheeseburger or a crispy piece of fried chicken.

He nearly ordered every meat dish on the menu, but then he remembered that he still hadn't met with Princess Celestia yet. Given that the last two times they met, she ended up waxing his cock in some form or another, it was a safe bet that he might be "entertaining" her royal highness this time as well. And so, James figured that if that was the case, then it might not be such a good idea to meet a "pony" princess with the heavy odor of meat on his breath. Besides, the steward from earlier said that this gathering lasts three days, so he was bound to have more opportunities to try out some meat delicacies.

After a couple more moments, James decided to pick something light: a couple of BLT's, a light, mixed salad, and some ice water to wash it all down. The maid took his order with a pleasant smile, then moved on to the deer. James chose to sit quietly and watch his fellow tablemates mingle and converse while he waited for his food.

Sometime later, the maid returned wheeling James' order on a trolley. After she served him, he politely thanked her for the food and began to dig in to his meal. A few bites into his salad, James noticed that a few of the others had also begun eating their respective orders as well. The kitsune was eating some grilled fish, the does ate some kind of leafy dish he didn't recognize, and across the table, Chief Mateka dined on some type of mango/fruit bowl while her young translator ate a light salad.

Wait...

‘Huh? Wait one...weren't there two translators? Where was the other one? ‘

James looked at the empty spot where the masked zebra whom had waved to him had been sitting minutes before. He briefly searched the room, but couldn't see a trace of her anywhere.

‘Maybe she had to use the little filly's room?‘ James mentally shrugged, preparing to take a bite out of his first sandwich. The sound of a muffled giggle coming from under the table made him freeze up in mid-bite. Then he felt something nuzzle his inner thigh and teasingly lick his crotch.

James put down his sandwich, casually lifted the tablecloth off his lap and looked down towards his groin. There, he saw a familiar white-and-grey striped muzzle nosing his groin and using teeth to pull down the hem of his pants down to his ankles. The young zebra mare looked up and met James' eyes, her coy expression never faltering for an instant. It was the first time James had seen her face without the mask on–she had most likely removed it to keep it from hindering her movements–and got to see her turquoise eyes for the first time. They were quite mesmerizing, especially when she looked at him so hungrily like she did now.

“My chief sends her regards, Mr. Burlap. Consider this a gift to promote good relations between us,“ she whispered.

James lowered the tablecloth and looked up towards zebra chieftain. Chief Mateka noticed him staring at her and blew him a kiss. Further thoughts were halted as the unmasked mare freed his hardening shaft from its cloth prison. The footlong prick popped up, bobbing up and down in the air as it enlarged to full mast. The young zebra sniffed the rigid cock longingly, inhaling human musk as she licked her lips.

Meanwhile, Chief Mateka had made an 'O' face and started twirling her tongue around her lips, lewdly indicating the kind of gift James was about to receive.

At that instant, James was barely able to suppress a moan as he felt the unmasked zebra wrap her soft, tender lips around the middle of his shaft, engulfing the first half of his dick in a wet, soft, warm place. It soon becomes blatantly obvious to James that the young zebra is quite the talent in oral sex. She lavishly lashed the dick in her mouth from all sides, giving special attention to the head and urethra. Then, she slowly dragged her lips from the middle to the tip of James' dick, and then slid them right back as she worked up a slow yet steady bobbing rhythm. She used one of her hooves to massage the other half of his cock, timing each pump with a bob from her head. The other hoof went between her own thighs, massaging her clit as she gently caressed her labia.

Meanwhile, James remained perfectly still, barely even breathing as it took using nearly all of his willpower to NOT moan in public. A feat that grew increasingly difficult when the young mare started moaning around his shaft. The vibrations sent pleasurable shivers up his body and made his toes curl in his shoes. James hastily stuffed a BLT into his mouth, muffling the moans of ecstasy that escaped his lips while playing it off as really enjoying his sandwich. He tried to focus on the familiar salty, crunchy flavor of the bacon mixed with the crisp lettuce and zesty tomato. Concentrating on his food seemed to help distract him from the zebra's gift just enough to keep his cool on the outside, and in practically no time at all, he finished his first sandwich. But the young mare wasn't through yet.

As James brought the second BLT up to his mouth, the unmasked zebra mare placed both hooves on his thighs and suddenly lunged forward, stuffing all 13" of thick human cock into her muzzle and down her throat. James reflexively bit down on his second sandwich, hard. An increasingly loud, joyous, muffled moan escaped his lips as he sat back in his chair, his eyes slightly rolled up into his head, and a small trail of drool leaking down the corner of his mouth. A few seconds later, James realized what he had done and desperately tried to recover from his embarrassing behavior. He swallowed the bite of sandwich in his mouth and took a huge gulp of water–to prevent himself from choking on the bite of food that he forgot to chew before swallowing.

“*Huff* *Huff* AAAHHHH~ That hit the spot. It's been so long since I had a good BLT. My compliments to the chef. Heh, heh....heh“ he said, sporting a huge, faux smile on his face. He looked at the other occupants of his table. A nervous bead of sweat rolled across his brow as he tried to determine if everyone had bought his little act.

On the surface, it appeared as if everyone was either oblivious to what was happening or just ignored it. But a closer inspection proved the opposite. Chief Mateka stared at him with a smug smirk and an amused stare as she chewed on her fruit bowl. Her remaining translator put on a suspiciously innocent façade while barely suppressing the roar of laughter building within. The doe sitting on James' immediate left took a couple of side glances at him and grinned knowingly. The kitsune just ate her fish in peace without moving her body or changing her facial expressions in the slightest. However, her ears flicked every now and then, no doubt focusing on the slurping, gagging, and low moaning noises that had been emanating from beneath the table for the past few minutes and were even now increasing in frequency and intensity.

Meanwhile, a gryphon hen from a nearby table dropped her fork and knife in awe as she witnessed the whole thing (sans the zebra beneath the table). Rapidly pounding the table with a knuckled talon, she got a passing maid's attention and then pointed at James.

“Hey! I'll have whatever he's having! In fact, make it a double!“

The only thing keeping James from shooting off right then was a rising sense of panic and overwhelming embarrassment. But that could only suppress the relentless waves of pleasure that were assaulting his nerves for so long. With each bob of the zebra's head, his body slowly succumbed to the her superb skills and tight throat and his will began to crumble to dust. But just when he was on the verge of release, the familiar sound of the steward tapping her staff against the ground rang throughout the Dining Room like an alarm bell.

Once all the dignitaries' eyes were upon her, the steward announced that the first part of the gathering, the greetings and introductions, was about to begin. Much to his disappointment, James felt the young mare remove her lips from his twitching member and crawl back to her side of the table. She reemerged from beneath the table and retook her seat, her mask covering her face once more. Her fellow translator leaned over and whispered something into her ear. She whispered something back while making a space between her hooves about a foot wide. It was rather obvious that they were discussing the size of his "male pride."

The three zebras turned to look at him, but James diverted his eyes away, blushing as he pointedly looked at anything but them. The young mare who had been sucking him off giggled at his embarrassment. Her companion and the chief, on the other hand, watched the human with interest and a yearning gleam in their eyes.

All around the room, the other ambassadors began to get up from their seats and make their way towards another set of open double doors. The does, zebras, and kitsune soon followed suit. But James stayed put. He needed a moment to collect his composure. But more importantly, he needed to fight down his throbbing erection which was less than a minute away from erupting inside the young zebra's skilled mouth.

Under normal circumstances, James would simply power through it, erecting a distinct tent in his pants and move on. Somepony would eventually take notice, shake her pretty rump at him, then drag him away to a secluded place to drain his balls for an hour or so. Unfortunately, James didn't have the time to spend an hour or so away from the group. And what's more, he couldn't go treating the various ambassadors like a group of harlots, even if the zebras did act "friendly" towards him. Even if the V.I.P.s attending the gathering were as slutty as the mares from Ponyville–the odds were quite good if the zebras' behavior was any indication–they weren't just ordinary sluts. They were sluts with power, prestige, and influence. Valued members of foreign powers that could make his life very uncomfortable if he mistakenly drew their ire.

Granted, he had a rather impressive record with political figures so far. But he felt that those didn't really count. With Princess Cadance, he was just the closest dick available to soothe her suffering in place of her husband. Princess Celestia had summoned (and enhanced) him because his D.N.A. didn't inherit magical defects from his ancestors as a result of magical male enhancements like the stallions of Equestria. Queen Chrysalis had him kidnapped for his virility. And his first meeting with Princess Luna occurred while she was coming out of a forced 1000-year abstinence and he had Changeling Queen venom in his blood, supercharging his libido. In short, he was a lucky victim of circumstance.

But there was no guarantee that the same thing would happen again. And this time, he had more than three different kingdoms/empires involved. That's why he had to behave with a bit more decorum then usual. Of course, that would be a whole lot easier to do if he wasn't so distracted by recently contracting A SERIOUS CASE OF BLUE BALLS!

“I thought somepony would go and get a head start on this,“ said a familiar, motherly voice. Though it carried its usual tone of warmth and kindness, it also seemed to have traces of anger and jealousy mixed in this time.

James yelped and he even jumped a foot or so up from his chair in surprise. He turned his head and upper body around towards the source of the voice, leaving his pants still down by his ankles and his erect member still throbbing intensely.

Princess Celestia stood merely a few feet away from him, an annoyed, yet knowing, pout donned her face as she looked down at James' predicament. She wore her usual golden regalia: the horse shoes, the peytral, and the crown, all shined to dazzling perfection. She wore a sparkling yellow dress with spaghetti straps that were tucked beneath the peytral. It hugged her body tightly, emphasizing her curvy figure. It covered most of her barrel, draping over her plump flanks and allowing the trim to barely touch the floor.

James didn't know which left him more speechless, being caught literally with his pants down or seeing Celestia in that dress. He tried to play it cool, but he wasn't fooling anypony.

“H-Head start on what?“

“Fishing for favors, mostly. It's bound to happen when diplomats from all over the world come together under one roof. I imagine politics works the same on your world as it does here, does it not? Secret negotiations, backroom deals, plot kissing, and all that stuff. It seems the
Zebricans were the first to get the ball rolling this time...“ She replied, speaking with an indifferent air.

James looked at her with wide-eyed surprise, both eyebrows rising sky high. This is the first time he'd seen Princess Celestia like this. For a brief moment–so brief, he knew he would have missed it if he hadn't already been looking directly at the princess–he saw the princess' demeanor grow weary and her eyes become incredibly old. In that brief instant, Princess Celestia, the jovial, mischievous, older sister and passionate lover was gone, and Princess Celestia, the millennial diarch-turned-monarch-turned-diarch-again and sun goddess of Equestria was all that was left.

She was right about politics, of course. Back on Earth, they were a headache at best and a nightmare at worst. At least his country had several dozens of people sharing the burden of running a nation. But Celestia....with Luna's abeyance, she practically had to do it herself for 1000 years. It's no wonder that she spoke about it with such familiarity and tedium. 'Heavy is the head that wears the crown' indeed.

Then, James blinked. Princess Celestia was back to her normal, sexy self. She still had that adorable, disappointed pout on her muzzle, but she was back to normal. James breathed a sigh of relief. He much preferred seeing this side of Celestia than the other one.
At the same time James finished his thoughts, Celestia's political monologue came to a close. She gave a heavy sigh before stepping closer to her human guest.

“I invited you here to be the ambassador for the human race, even if you are the only human here at the moment. I wanted you to meet the other delegates, make some connections, and get a feel for how things are done. I know for a fact that everyone at this meeting will try to strike some sort of deal with you, be it either political, financial, personal...or something else. You are a unique individual, the first and only one of your kind of a newly discovered sapient species. That alone will draw many interested parties towards you. But more importantly, as you may have noticed, you are the only male here, and they will use that to their advantage.“

She paused in her lecture, leaning down to rub her muzzle against his pulsing erection. She frowned once she got a good whiff of it. The young zebra's scent was all over it.

“I knew that once they approached you, they would start to tease you, seduce you, and give their bodies to you willingly. And while you are distracted with the offer of free sex, they will spring their trap. They will talk and offer deals that seem completely harmless, at least in hindsight, and will either prolong your release or stop altogether until you agree to their terms. You would be so desperate to cum that you would agree to just about anything. And by the time you come to your senses, it will be too late. You will have been thoroughly led around by your nose, or rather, by your dick.

“It is a fairly standard strategy used during negotiations. I should know since I have done it myself a number of times over the centuries. There is a reason why the other nations no longer send male ambassadors to these gatherings and only send their most attractive female diplomats. Sex is just as powerful a weapon in the political arena as blackmail and bribery. I know you want to stick your dick in their foreign cunts, but you must be careful!“

She looked down at his throbbing member.

“Here, let me take care of that,“ she said.

Before James could say anything she wrapped her lips around his member and swallowed it to the hilt. He gasped and moaned as his dick was enveloped in the familiar warm and wet confines of Celestia's mouth. It was always a delight to be sucked off by Celestia, as her larger mouth and skillful tongue put her leagues above most other mares. But with his dick still being sensitive from the zebra's unfinished blowjob, the pleasurable sensations seemed to have tripled.

She bobbed her head up and down quickly, moving in to finish him off at the start. Since he was already on the verge of release before, it didn't take long for him to cum. James grabbed Celestia by the back of her head, forcing her down to the base of his shaft as he emptied his load down her throat. She took it like a champ, gulping down most of it with ease. Only a small trail managed to leak out from the tight seal that was her lips around his member. After he finished shooting his generous load, Celestia's lips slowly withdrew from his shaft. Still teasing with her tongue, Celestia finally separated her mouth from James' dick with a wet plopping sound.

He looked down and saw that it was completely clean of cum and excess saliva. It was still erect and throbbing, but he was used to dealing with that. He looked up and found Princess Celestia already heading towards the doors. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“You coming?“

James scrambled up from his chair, pulling up his pants and following after her as she headed through the same double doors as the others.

‘I have a feeling this is gonna be a long three days.‘

***

James was led to a large, circular table that reminded him of King Arthur's Round Table. He took his seat in a spot had been recently made for him, not far from Celestia's own seat. Low, sofa-like chairs had been placed around the table, reminding James that the equine races didn't always sit on just their haunches, and thus needed more seating space. (Except for that overly friendly mint unicorn back in Ponyville, but rumor has it that she's a bit...eccentric.) However, there were also chairs suitable for bipedal races–like him–and even big, fluffy cushions placed on the floor.

He joined the others just as they were about to get started with the introductions. Each delegate stood up and presented themselves to the others, offering a very brief exposition about themselves. James took notice that two seats had been left unoccupied, one belonging to the sea ponies and the other belonging to the changelings.

In addition to their names and descriptions, each ambassador gave a small summary of their species. James figured that Princess Celestia had asked them to do that since he was new and lacked knowledge of the world at large. He was quite thankful for the consideration, but felt guilty that it ultimately was being wasted.

James found it considerably hard to pay attention to the various greetings and introductions. That was because the Zebrican representatives had decided to continue bestowing their gift. Only this time, both translators were beneath the table and between James' legs, polishing his thick tool and balls with their tongues.

As a result, he only heard about half of everything that was being said, if not less. To make matters worse, the two zebras left James at the edge of release once again, sneaking back to their seats while leaving his cock a throbbing, twitching mess. Once seated, they looked the very picture of innocence. One could practically see two shining, gold halos hovering over their heads. A part of James felt irritated, half at the zebras for blue balling him again, and half at himself for letting them. Another part felt dumbfounded for not thinking about "playing innocent" back in the Dining Room.

While James was distracted by the zebras, the gryphon hen from earlier–and two accompanying chicks by her sides–was observing him thoughtfully. Her two daughters also watched him, an apparent look of eagerness on both of their faces.

‘According to our intelligence, the new ambassador likes 'em young.‘ the gryphoness thought, sparing a brief glance at her two children.

‘...and they would fit the bill perfectly. If the info about his member is accurate, then I think my chicks would gladly spread their legs to receive such a beastly dick. Even I wouldn't mind taking him for a test drive myself.‘ With a conniving smirk, a plan started to form within the hen's mind.

Meanwhile, a dragoness with turquoise scales, phthalo blue spikes, red slit eyes, and wearing bronze armor, also glanced at the odd human. Princess Ember was about twice as tall as Spike, so she was near pony level in height, even as she sat cross-legged on a bunch of pillows that had been intended for her mother. This was her first time acting as a representative for the Dragon Lands. Her mother, the usual ambassador, couldn't make it as she was too busy helping her father deal with a bunch of wyverns causing a ruckus back home.
Her shimmering scales–thoroughly polished for the gathering–reflected light off her body, making her appear like a shining blue jewel. Beneath her armor, lied a lithe figure with slightly developed curves. As a teenage dragon, her body was already undergoing puberty. However, being a dragon, it would take another couple of centuries before she could be considered a full adult.

Her cheeks grew scarlet as she snuck a peak underneath the table and saw what James was packing between his thighs. She'd once had the unpleasant experience of seeing her own father's penis while he was trying to have some alone time with his mate. (It was the most awkward two months at home in her life.) So James' wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen. But then again, James was around her size. Well, not really. But he was still a lot closer to her in height than the adult dragons. In any case, proportionally speaking, James had one of the largest phalluses she'd ever seen. It was definitely bigger than any of the teenage boy dragons' back home.

She wanted to make her mother proud and prove to her father that she wasn't just his "little princess." She had no doubt that it would be difficult to match up to her mother at the negotiating table. Fortunately, the human's a male, so all she had to do was remember her mother's instructions for handling drakes and alter it to suit a human male:

1. Make him cum with a blowjob, then compliment him on his length and load (no matter how miniscule they might be)

2. Offer him your dripping cunt, but if you find him an unworthy mating partner, make him cum before he can stick it in (That is the easy part. Most eager males will cum with just a bit of teasing before they can find the cunt as they try to mount you.)

3. Give him a gift/bribe (Make sure it's something trivial, like porn magazine for him to masturbate to.)

4. Gems (It works for teenage drakes, maybe it will work for a human?)

5. Clean your scales often (If you are serious, use the males’ sperm instead of water to arouse him.)

Ember silently devised a plan to approach the human and offer her dripping cunt to him as part of some deal. Her wagging tail revealed her eagerness. Having seen his astonishing length and girth, she realized that she had found the perfect mate to claim her virginity.

The fay doe deer from the capital city of the Fay Does: Floratopia, merely watched and giggled as the zebras toyed with the human ambassador. It seemed that he would prove to be a great source of amusement over the couple of days.

The Minotaur cow, like the others, was having similar thoughts of approaching the human. However, unlike them, she had plans of testing his mettle as a warrior. The Minotaur’s were a race with a history steeped in blood and combat. Strength and fighting prowess are significant concepts in their culture; as such, testing one's mettle in combat is often a method used by

Minotaur’s to determine if a person is worthy of respect. Of course, a sparring match was only half of her plan. Like the others, she had snuck a peek at James' mighty "sword" and found it irresistible. She was already thinking of using a roll in the hay as a means to patch up any hurt feelings from the fight. So regardless of who won or lost, would thing would be for certain. She was going to have her cunt around that dick, no matter what.

The Lamia pony just blushed while attempting to look anywhere but towards the human. Lewd thoughts cluttered her mind as she had smelt on her tongue–thanks to the snake half of her biology–what the zebra duo had been doing to him beneath the table. She could practically smell his potency.

Similarly, the centaur's mind was flooded by thoughts of the nearby virile male mounting her and claiming her as his own, and her body was reacting accordingly. Her plump, winking, equine cunt dripped like a leaky faucet in response to the human's musky scent wafting through the air. Her horse half was laying down on a large pillow cushion with all four hooves tucked in towards the body. The guards stationed behind her could clearly see her leaking snatch dripping rivers down the cushion into a small, growing puddle on the floor.

A few other female delegates started forming puddles of femcum beneath them as well. The air was soon filled with the musky scent of willing females and mixing with James' overwhelming musk.

Over at Princess Celestia's table, the alabaster Alicorn was having a pleasant chat with the Sultana, Neighbara the 22nd ruler of Saddle Arabia. Saddle Arabia, the Desert Kingdom, was founded centuries ago by Earth Ponies who fled Equestria during the Age of Chaos. Years of living the desert life, without the help of the other tribes, had caused quite the transformation over the settling Earth Ponies' descendants through the generations. Years of running across the hot desert sand and arid wastelands had given them longer and more slender legs and powerful, compact muscles. And years of having to conserve water and food for survival had given them leaner stomachs. Thus, after generations of evolution, the earth ponies' descendants gained the tall, beautiful Alicorn-like bodies (sans horns and wings) that they now possessed. And there was no better example of Saddle Arabian beauty than the Sultana.

She was as big and as tall as Princess Celestia (minus the horn). Her flanks were not as wide or as jiggly as the sun goddess'. Instead, her body was more athletic and compact, like the average Saddle Arabian. She had a soft, dark brown coat the color of chocolate, and a lighter brown mane and tail as soft as velvet. Light makeup, a thin, light blue, silk veil, and a jewel-encrusted tiara decorated her horse-like muzzle. She also wore flashy, jewel necklaces, jewel-encrusted horseshoes, and an embroidered silk cloth over her back.

The Sultana had been talking with Princess Celestia for some time, but the thickening scent of musk drifting through the air was proving to be quite the distraction. Within moments, her own marehood had become a sopping mess dripping fluid onto the floor. She had, much to her shame, raised her tail at least twice to spray her juices onto the floor, adding her own scent to the collection of musk. Why? Because her body was in heat, and her body, sensing a virile stallion in the area, is subconsciously trying to signal the stallion that she's fertile, in heat, and ready to be rutted. (Saddle Arabian mares experience their heats at different times of the year than Equestrian mares.) She has two cute, young stallions in her harem back home, and she planned to let the rut her when she returned home. However, the current situation in the meeting was making it harder to deny her mating instincts.

Meanwhile, Princess Celestia drank her tea as she slightly frowned at the fidgeting Sultana next to her. Truthfully, her own winking pussy had sent a spray of her juices onto the floor as well. However, since James had already gotten her pregnant, she didn't spray nearly as much femjuices as the Sultana.

With her conversational partner somewhat distracted, Princess Celestia took a brief moment to observe the other delegates. She smelled the dense collection of musk in the air and saw some of the other representatives staring hungrily at James. Speaking of whom, the human was looking rather irritated at Chief Mateka's helpers. Of course, Celestia had been keeping frequent tabs on her human lover throughout her discussion with the Sultana, so she had noticed when both zebra mares crawled up from beneath that table. It only took her a few seconds to figure out what had happened, and the result had made the solar Alicorn mentally sigh in annoyance. She had just warned him to be careful, and what does he do? Allow himself to get blue balled all over again, and by the same culprits no less. Well, no matter. She had a distinct feeling that wouldn't last for long.

The second heat season was fast approaching, for both her little ponies and several other races. The princess could already see that some of the other delegates were either close to their heats or–like the Sultana–already experiencing them. And with James and his big, virile package here, she could already foresee him getting busy bucking ambassadors left and right, impregnating them by pumping gallons of seed into their wombs. Her face formed a pout at the very thought. Looking down, Celestia rubbed her pregnant bulge. She noticed that her teats had gotten a little bigger from swelling with milk. She thought it was rather adorable how James tried to act casual and pretend he hadn't noticed.

Princess Celestia watched as James gained even more lewd glances from both the delegates and their entourage as time went on. Her pout returned as she realized that many of them would be trying to get into his pants over the next couple of days.

Nevertheless, a ghost of a smile showed on her face as she continued to rub her belly contently. She had already had her turn with him, so she couldn't really complain. Still, she was feeling just a little bit needy. The blowjob she gave him didn't quite fully satisfy her.

The first night of the gathering ended without a hitch. Celestia, however, continued to keep tabs on James every now and then. It seems he had calmed down enough to start interacting with the others again.

She could see him branching out towards the other tables and speaking with their occupants. Most of time, he spent conversing with the nine-tailed kitsune. She hailed from Neighpon, a nation located in the far east. She's also a high priestess from an old, respective clan.
The two of them seemed to be getting along rather well. The kitsune would giggle and speak jovially while James would blush every now and then and speak animatedly. Celestia grimaced in envy as she watched the two become more amiable.

“Is everything alright, Princess Celestia?“

Princess Celestia–suddenly startled out of her contemplation–turned back to the origin of the voice, the Sultana.

“My apologies, Sultana Neighbara. No, nothing is wrong. So...what was that about the diamond dog raiders?“

The Sultana began discussing the recent issues her nation was having with a unruly band of diamond dog raiders. However, Princess Celestia was barely listening, as her magenta eyes fell back on her human lover and his new friend. The vixen priestess was now leaning in close towards James, whispering something in his ear. At the same time, she placed a well-manicured paw on James groin, playfully fondling it as she seemed to enjoy making the human squirm. Celestia's frown not only returned, but exceedingly grew worse as pangs of jealousy began to bubble within her.

The Sultana watched the ugly grimace on Princess Celestia's muzzle form. Fortunately, she mistakenly took it as a sign that the white Alicorn had been listening the whole time and was showing sympathy for her plight. As a result, the Sultana continued to talk about her case, oblivious to the true focus of the solar diarch.

***

The meeting came to a close a few hours later during the evening. Princess Celestia dismissed the proceedings, promising to reconvene the meeting the next day. She wished everyone present a good nights rest.

James left the room with a distinctive bulge in his pants. His mind was full of thoughts of the various conversations that he overheard during the meeting. The foremost one on his mind concerned the kitsune priestess, Sakura. Apparently, she is a high priestess of the main temple in Neighpon, and is in charge of the temple, its surrounding grounds, and about 20 apprentices living on the premises. She spends much of her time educating her apprentices the way of harmony and inner peace.

When James spoke with her earlier, she invited him to pay the temple a visit should he ever find himself in Neighpon. Connected to the temple is the area's most popular brothel, The Red Blossom. The brothel serves two purposes: providing income to keep the temple running, and helping their customers achieve inner peace within themselves by giving them willing targets to release their mounting lust. If James were to visit, he would have his pick of her students to personally judge their skills. Of course, if he preferred a more "experienced" touch, she would be more than willing to show off her own skills. With no small amount of pride–and a coquettish wink–she claimed that she bore the title of "Neighpon's Finest Geisha" for a reason.

Thoughts of a silky yukata covering the vixen's slender form pervaded James' mind, making him blush. Looking down at his bulging pants, James realized they had gotten him rather excited as well. Sakura generously offered her body to be an outlet for his lusts, but James politely declined the offer. He hadn't said anything earlier, but he had definitely felt Princess Celestia's eyes on him during most of the earlier introductions. And based on the sheer amount of pouting and venomous glares she had been sending towards him and Sakura, James' instincts told him that his balls would be barbecued if he spent the night with the kitsune. However, he also felt that if he allowed himself to be alone with the solar Alicorn tonight, his pelvis would be smashed to pieces come morning. So once all the delegates were dismissed for the evening, James swiftly left the room before Celestia had a chance to intercept him. Unfortunately, in his efforts to elude the sun goddess, he had gotten himself lost on the way to his guest room.

Scratching his head in confusion, James picked a corridor at random using the tried and true method of "Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Moe." As he rounded a corner, he came face-to-face with Chief Mateka and her two young translators.

An awkward silence filled the air as the two parties silently surveyed each other. But after a few moments, Chief Mateka's face formed a wide, alluring grin. She hurriedly spoke to her young translators, pointing at the confused human then further down the corridor. James couldn't understand a word of it, but he watched as the two young mares giggled and nodded their heads in eager agreement. Then the two sashayed towards him, swaying their hips as they surrounded him on both sides. They corralled him and nudged him down the corridor with Mateka leading the group.

“Hey, what gives?!“ James demanded.

“Do not be alarmed. Chief Mateka simply wishes to give such an exemplary stallion as yourself the full Zebrican welcome that you deserve,“ replied one of the mares.

“Oh. Okay...? But, um, I'm not a stallion. A human male is called a 'man.'“ The young mares chuckled.

“What a strange word...'man'...I think we will stick to stallion for now. Or better yet, how about 'sexy stud',“ said the other mare.

James blushed as he was manhandled by the zebra duo. He was practically dragged down the halls until Chief Mateka stopped in front of set of huge double doors. The zebra chieftain opened the doors wide, allowing James to see the contents laying within.

It was another guest bedroom, presumably the zebras'. It was decorated with leopard spotted and tiger striped drapes along the walls. Big, puffy pillows and cushions were strewn around the floor in place of sofas and chairs. Unusual wooden masks–similar to those found at Zecora's house–were placed along the walls. A huge, black cauldron was kept to the side in the fireplace. The books were removed from their shelves in place of various jars of potions and alchemical ingredients. But, the most eye-popping sight of all were the different sized statues of zebras posing in different positions, all of them erotic in nature. James guessed that they were Zebrican fertility statues, similar to the African ones back on Earth.

He was lead to the middle of the room, where a king size bed lay. Without warning, James was shoved from behind onto the bed by the giggling translators.

James tried to get up, but he was quickly pinned by the two maidens, who eagerly stripped him out of his clothes. With their guest bare naked, the twosome began assaulting his member and balls with sloppy licks and loving kisses.

“We have to prepare you to receive our chief's blessing.“

James looked towards the Zebra matron, who's lewd smile hadn't wavered in the slightest since James met her in the hallway. Then, to James' surprise, Mateka started to perform some sort of dance. She began softly singing some kind of song in her language as her ample hips swayed to the beat. The two young maidens also shook their rumps to the beat of the song, and they stomped their hooves on the bed every now and then. However, they never stopped diligently polishing James' shaft with their tongues. Soon, it was hard, ready, and lubricated with spit. The two translators stepped back from James and the bed, making way for their chief.

“May the spirits approve of this union...“ said one of the maidens.

“...and may it bear fruit and good blessings,“ said the other.

Chief Mateka slowly trotted up towards James, stopping between his legs. She took a long, appraising look at his apple-sized balls before nuzzling them. James groaned as he felt her fondle them admiringly with her hoof. With a satisfied nod to her maidens, she jumped to the side of the bed and straddled James.

“Kujiandaa. [Prepare yourself].“

“She says to prepare yourself,“ one of the maidens said.

With a little help from her two assistants, Mateka guided James' throbbing penis towards her slick entrance. His mushroom-shaped tip easily parted the quivering folds, allowing her to sink herself down on him. James moaned lewdly, embracing the warmth of the zebra matron's convulsing insides. Mateka's moans soon joined his, producing a dulcet duet of debauchery. She lays her body on top of his as she feels her walls caress and stroke his rigid shaft. In a few moments, her lower body stops sinking down when she feels his cockhead press up against a familiar spot deep within her.

"Hivyo kamili, yeye ni kubwa dhidi ya msingi wangu! [So full, he is pressing against my core!]"

The two young maidens looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. They swiftly took up positions on either side of their leader's plump backside, reared up on their hind legs, grabbed ahold of her jiggling rump with their fore hooves, and slammed it down against James' pelvis. A loud cry leapt from James' mouth and a surprised squeal emerged from Mateka's lips as the human's cock speared her cervix and entered her womb.

The zebra chieftain shrieks in pleasure as she cums, spraying her juices all over the human's groin. The two young maidens, who are still holding onto Mateka's rump, feel their leader's body quivering as the orgasm sends delightful shudders through her whole body. Her head laid wearily on James' shoulder, nearly touching his head. Glancing at her face, James witnessed her tongue lolling out of her mouth while her eyes rolled up behind her eyelids. She was softly mumbling words, though James couldn't tell if they were in her language or stupefied gibberish.

‘It almost never fails,‘ James thought. ‘The moment I hilt my dick inside of a specific mare for the first time, she orgasms hard right off the bat. The feeling of being so full and breeding with such a stud is too much for them, I guess. After all, a stallion's length has no chance in reaching their wombs during sex, and then I come along and dominate in that field. And if Mateka is anything like those other unsatisfied minks, she'll be gushing loads of femcum once I start filling her with my spunk.‘

Normally, this would be the point where James uses his lover's body as a living fleshlight, turning her into his personal cum dump. But this time was different. With the other two zebra keeping Mateka's voluptuous ass pressed against his pelvis, his length was trapped within the snug confines of the chief's pussy. As a result, his entire member was suffused with mind-numbing pleasure as the zebra matron's pussy clamped down tightly on it, milking and squeezing it incessantly. James started shooting ropes of seed into the chief's sodden box, joining the older mare in a state of orgasmic bliss.

" Ni anahisi hivyo joto na nene! [It feels so warm and thick!]" Mateka moaned. Meanwhile, her two maidens watched with anticipation, their own marehoods starting to dampen and wink from the sensual display. They leaned in close, placing their muzzles right beside James' face.

“So dear human ambassador, how does our honored Chief’s foal maker feel?” one asked.

“G-Good…” James moaned as he felt Mateka's insides continue to squeeze out his seed.

“Wonderful. By the way, did you know that Chief Mateka is the lucky mother to six healthy, beautiful daughters back home?” she continued. The other one leaned in even closer, placing her lips right next to James' ear.

“And each one was sired by a different stallion, all of whom she had met during her travels. All managed to garner her favor. Just...like...you. So then, will you be the one to give her a seventh foal?” she asked, whispering softly into his ears.

James moans grew in volume as he mulled over her words in his mind. Picturing the sexy zebra pregnant with his progeny got him excited. He grabbed the chief by her soft, squeezable ass cheeks, gripped them hard, and thrust his pelvis against her own, pulling her in to match his thrust. A few more bursts of his seed followed, filling the mare's already stuffed womb with even more of his virile semen. Mateka groaned contently as if intoxicated while her assistant's laughter filled the air.

Eventually, James release came to an end and Chief Mateka slumped down onto his broad chest, looking down at him with a content smile. She softly laughed at his derped expression and bestowed a quick kiss on his nose.

“Wewe walifanya vizuri. Natumaini itakuwa moja kwa kunipa nitakavyo mimi, mwana. Na kwa pombre mimi wamechukua, matokeo hakika kuwa mtoto afya atakayezaliwa. [You did well. I hope you will be the one to give me what I desire, a son. And with the potion I have taken, the result will surely be a healthy foal that will be born.]“

“She says that she hopes your seed will take and the you give her what she wants, a colt,” said one of the translators while the other produced a scroll and a quill.

“Now then, let’s talk business. Naturally, we wish to pay you for generously providing your seed for our chief. Also, we should discuss how to strengthen the ties between our people.”

However, James wasn't listening to a single word. The zebras had been teasing and taunting him all afternoon, cruelly leaving him on the edge with no relief. Well now it was his turn, and he would finally get the satisfaction he desired. Still in his lustful state, he grunted and thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock back into her womb. Chief Mateka yelped in surprise, which quickly turned into a lustful moan. The younger mares looked on in surprise, until a smirk appeared on their faces.

“It seems that our dear human is not done giving our chief his blessing. I think this will bode well for Zebrica and her citizens.”

They watched James flip their positions so that he was the one on top, then flip their leader over so that he could thrust into her from behind, doggy-style. The zebra matron wantonly moaned from having her sodden box pounded so roughly.

James had gone into a rut. With his mind clouded by lust and thoughts of breeding, he relentlessly thrust harder and faster in and out of Mateka's cunt like a jackhammer. He felt her body shudder and her inner muscles tighten around his shaft, seconds before he felt her spray her love juice all over his balls and thighs. But he didn't care, and simply kept pistoning inside her through her orgasm. He would continue to buck her silly until he got to cum again.

His hands sunk into her supple flanks, like a pair of fluffy pillows. He even gave them a few playful swats, making them bounce and jiggle. Then he leaned forward, placing his head on her right shoulder and his chest against her back. He reached around her broad hips and grabbed ahold of her teats, kneading them like dough. His index fingers poked, prodded, and flicked her stiff nipples as he played with them. Then he got decidedly rougher, pulling and twisting her nipples while biting down on her ear.

Mateka shrieked in ecstasy from being handled so roughly. She was having one intense orgasm after another, all while loudly moaning like a cheap whorse. But the human never stopped. He continued to pound her pussy with his colossal shaft over and over without rest, so she was roughly pushed from one orgasm to the next. She gasped as she once again felt her inner muscles squeeze and contract around his cock, attempting to milk it of its seed.

“Nadhani kuwa alifanya makosa ya kutisha. Kama hii inaendelea, nami kufikiri juu ya kitu kingine kuliko kuwa yenye mashimo na uume wake na kuwa na uzalishaji mke wake, kusukuma nje foals mpaka siku mimi kufa. [I think I have made a terrible mistake. If this continues, I will think about nothing else than being rutted by his cock and becoming his breeding wife, pumping out foals until the day I die.]“

The two maidens looked on in quiet awe at the scene before them. They were unsure of how to proceed, but the display was truly erotic. Never had they seen a male of any race breed a female with such intensity, lust, and stamina. They sauntered up to the two, taking up positions on either side of them. Then they started to tease them by licking, kissing, and fondling them in sensitive, pleasurable areas. All the while, they encouraged James with words like “rut her harder”, “fill her to the brim”, “hurry and do us next”.

Fifteen minutes later, James finally reached his climax. His member erupted with a thick deluge of sperm shooting inside her womb, already stuffed with his pre and previous ejaculation. Each new spurt of cum made the zebra mare's barrel expand into an even bigger bulge.

Once he finished emptying his balls, he pulled out his throbbing hard cock, allowing a river of his off-white seed to gush from Mateka's cunt. The chieftain collapsed onto bed–her body twitching from the multitude of orgasms–leaving her stewing in a mess of her own juices mixed with semen. But it wasn't over yet. Now that Mateka was done, the other two mares wanted a turn. James, still locked in a rut, was only too happy to oblige. He still had to pay them back for the double case of blue balls. Within moments, the zebras' room was filled with the moans and groans of two young mares and a human engaging in a heated threesome.

Later that night, James would be found exhausted and lying in bed with the three Zebrican representatives cuddling against him with content smiles on their faces. The sheets would be soiled and stained beyond repair. Regardless, James was too tired to move, let alone make the long trek through the castle to his own guestroom (which he still didn't know the location of). In the end, it didn’t take long before sleep greeted him and granted him a restful peace.

• End Chapter

Author's Note

Thanks again for Starblade and his editing :)

Watch the new editing of chapter 1 that I will post really soon, and more will come :)
Also that most of the chapters in Babs x Human world guide chapter will be uploaded