The Ties that Bind

The sensation of something warm and wet enveloping his stallionhood caused Mkuu to stir. His slumber had been deep and restful, though it would take some time for the morning mental haze to leave him. Lifting his head, he groggily peered down his chest, blinked, then rubbed one eye. Laying between his thighs, nonchalantly sucking on his semi-rigid length, the striped unicorn.

Noticing his attention, having likely felt him move, she peeked up at him. Being woken up with a blowjob was certainly a pleasant surprise, especially considering neither of them had showered before drifting off to sleep. After their initial bout of passion, they’d gone at one another no fewer than half a dozen times. It was only after they were well and truly spent, collapsing with their bodies entwined on his bed, did their lovemaking eventually come to an end.

“Someone must be hungry,” he snickered, feeling himself stiffening in her maw.

Grinding her snout against his crotch, before withdrawing with an audible Pop, she beamed up at him. “I am kind of hungry, since it’s not exactly like we stopped for dinner or anything. Oh and I didn’t want to leave my master dirty,” she snickered, resting her cheek against his thigh.

She honestly was a bit peckish, considering the only things she’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours were a pack of crackers, a banana, and two loads of the stud’s spunk. Sadly, even with her ravenous lust, she couldn’t survive on jizz alone. Crawling up his body, pressing her tits against his chest, she kissed his neck.

Mkuu’s hand strayed to her rump, giving one cheek a firm squeeze, before he realized what he was doing. Turning his head to the side, seeing it was nearly eight, he scowled. As much as he would have enjoyed wallowing in bed with his slatternly guest-made-concubine, he had his duties to attend to. Gently pushing her away, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, got to his feet, and stretched.

“Care to join me in the shower, my pet,” he mused, seeing her hop from the bed.

“Of course,” she tittered, giving him a small bow. “I just hope my master doesn’t take advantage of his poor, innocent slave while she’s attempting to wash herself.”

Walking to his side, brazenly groping his sculpted tush, she glanced to his growing stallionhood. Contrary to what she’d just said, she fully planned on provoking him into a bit of bathroom action. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been plowed in a shower, so the prospect of being pinned against the wall and fucked silly definitely meant any breakfast plans could wait.

With the mare plastered to his side, Mkuu moved into the bathroom. Fortunately, the tub was a rather generous size, large enough comfortably to accommodate two or even three people standing, so he and his voluptuous visitor would effortlessly be able to clean up together. Setting the water to warm, hearing a cabinet open, he knit his brow.

“Are you always this curious?” he asked, spotting her grabbing two towels from a cupboard beside the door.

While it was out of place for a self-appointed slave to flit about, doing as she pleased, he was stricken with her inquisitive and quick-witted nature. He doubted she was any sort of academic, judging from her mannerisms and how she carried herself, yet he had little doubt that she could take care of herself easily enough. Watching her rummage about and inspect the contents of his medicine cabinet, he cocked his head.

“Perhaps if you asked, I could help you find something in particular,” he huffed, both amused and a bit annoyed with her shameless exploration.

“Here we go,” she thought aloud, snatching up a tube of toothpaste and a box of dental floss.

Wrapping the thin twine around two fingers, she swiftly cleaned between her teeth. If there was one thing that a life of impoverishment had taught her it was to take care of herself. Bits would come and go, but her teeth, limbs, and health were invaluable. Spitting into the toilet, smearing a bit of the toothpaste onto one fingertip, she swabbed her chompers with a digit.

“I…” Mkuu faltered, nonplussed. “If you need a toothbrush, I’m sure I could find you one.”

Seeing her tidying up in such a makeshift fashion raised several questions. Though he was pleased that she valued her hygiene, the unorthodox method she was using led him to believe she had, or currently was, on hard times. Raising a brow, seeing her finish up, he cleared his throat.

“And where, may I ask, did you adopt such an interesting technique?”

“Hm?” she hummed. Jamming her head under the sink’s faucet, getting a mouthful of water, she rinsed, spat, and turned towards him. “When you’re on the road a lot, you pick up a few tricks. Why ask?”

“So you’re a vagrant?” he inquired.

“I prefer the phrase vagabond - sounds a bit more romantic. Anyways, yeah, I just kinda get by going from place to place, but I have had a pretty stable pad for the last year or so,” she responded. Trotting forward, grinning like an idiot, she elbowed his ribs. “No, not that kind of stable.”

“I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised. Healthy, good looking, presumably resourceful, and remarkably forward - it’s shocking to think that a stallion hasn’t swept you off your feet long before now,” he noted.

“Is that an offer,” she playfully murmured, lovingly rubbing his hip.

“Perhaps we can discuss it later - for now, sadly, I must prepare for work,” he grunted.

The revelation of her situation was unfortunate - so unfortunate that he genuinely felt a pang of sympathy for her. He may not have held ponies in a particularly high regard, yet everyone should have shelter and the chance for a warm meal. Stepping into the basin, allowing the warm water to flow over his head and back, he stooped over for the soap.

“Hand it here,” the mare prompted, stepping in behind him. “If you’re in a rush, I’ll get started back here.”

As he handed her the bar, opting instead to shampoo his mohawk, she worked a lather over the short fur on his shoulders and back. While she was more than happy to help him get ready for whatever duties he had, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with herself. The impulsive decision to get striped would raise questions, if she went gallivanting about in the city, though her host may have intentions for her in or about the embassy.

Peering down at herself, seeing the striations she’d been painted with doggedly remaining on her coat, she scrunched her snout. Apparently he hadn’t been bullshitting her about the ink, meaning she’d be stuck looking extra kinky for the next week or so. Shrugging off her concern, as her hands wandered around his waist and to his groin, she grinned.

“Any ideas what a little marked mare could do with herself today?” she purred, shamelessly fondling his immense package.

“Considering I’ll likely be busy for the next eight hours, you can do as you please. Don’t feel as though your new aesthetic should keep you from any plans you have in Canterlot,” he muttered, rinsing the suds from his hair.

“Weirdly enough, I don’t really have any plans. I just came to town to see the sights,” she explained, giving his cock and affectionate squeeze, “but I think I found something much better than anything in any boring old shop. Actually, this place wouldn’t happen to have a library, would it?”

Looking over his shoulder, steadily turning to face her, he placed his hands on his hips. “We do have a study that’s filled with Zebrican literature, why do you ask?”

“Mind if I hang out there today? I promise I won’t bother anyone,” she chirped, grabbing his hands.

As silly as it may have sounded, she’d always had a fondness for reading. Public libraries were one of the few free entertainment options for anyone, so she fairly regularly haunted the places. The opportunity to read up on zebra culture was simply too good to pass up, so she’d gleefully jump at the chance to do a bit of studying.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt anything. Before I head to my office, I’ll show you to the study and get you a bit of breakfast, then I can meet with you on my lunch break later,” he intoned, grinning down at her.

He was hardly one to stop a pony from learning about his people, so her enthusiasm scored him several strong points in his favor. Sadly, as he’d been quick to learn in Canterlot, a great many Equestrians viewed his kind as an exotic novelty, distant cousins with strange beliefs, but this particular mare seemed to have a genuine interest in his people - that and she was damn easy on the eyes. Spinning around, grinning cheekily to herself, she invitingly wiggled her rear.

“You gonna do me next,” she snickered, reaching back and prizing her buns apart.

Rolling his eyes, Mkuu gently stood her up and turned her towards himself. She was certainly a tenacious and insatiable mare, much more than the other’s he’d bedded, but that was by no means a negative. If she wanted a quickie, before they parted ways for most of the day, he certainly wouldn’t deny either of them the treat.

Leaning forward grabbing her by the hips, he effortlessly hauled her comparably small form into the air. Giggling like a school filly, as she was lifted off her feet, she extended her legs towards him. Fucking her doggy style in the shower would have been fun, but he much preferred seeing his mate’s face when he emptied his balls into their deep, fruitful wombs. The moment he brought her closer, her legs snapped closed around his waist.

“If you keep this up, I may just need to keep you,” he breathed, bringing her drooling marehood towards his erect cock.

Being lowered onto him, slowly skewered by his magnificent stallionhood, Leech rested her arms atop his shoulders. “Wouldn’t hear - Mmmph - me complaining…”

The stud stepped forward, bracing her back against the wall, as he started to move. The sensation of him withdrawing was almost heartbreaking, leaving her feeling empty in more ways than one, but the moment was fleeting. In the blink of an eye, he rammed his hips forward, burying himself within her succulent confines. Holding him tightly, she angled her head upward, closed her eyes, and kissed him.

There was something magical about being held while fucked, and she absolutely loved it. More often than not, if left to her own devices, she’d retain some control over her partners in the bedroom, although being with someone so much bigger and stronger than herself practically demanded she take advantage of the situation. Clenching her depths around him, affectionately clamping down on his shaft, she pressed her tongue past his lips.

Though he’d bedded mares of various sizes, Mkuu preferred his girls on the smaller side. There wasn’t anything wrong with making love to a larger woman, and he’d even appreciated the encounters he’d had of the kind, but fucking someone smaller than himself had a certain thrill. Besides the sex itself, the power that came with knowing he could utterly dominate a lover was downright intoxicating.

With one hand supporting her ass, and the other on the small of her back, he steadily rutted the unicorn. Having her pinned served a dual purpose, giving him exactly what he wanted. Not only could he buck her against the wall, subjecting her to the full force of his thrusts, but he could also use her body weight to make the experience a bit more intense. Lifting her up, as he rocked his hips back, he savagely bucked into her.

“Right there,” she groaned, sinking her nails into his hide.

Getting his rhythm down, she flexed her legs in tune with his bucking hips. Each plunge was catastrophic, battering her cervix and sending bolts of pleasure through her. It was remarkably intense, but that’s just how she liked it. The tinge of discomfort mingled with her bliss, elevating the experience to an entirely new level.

Beside the sensation of his heavenly cock ravaging her cunt, he was a feast for the senses. The taste of his sweat and cum lingered on her tongue, his scent clung to her palate, and his deep, sonorous groans sent tingles running down her spine. There would have been nothing she could do against him, had he tried to force himself on her, and that thought drove her positively wild.

Her whorish moans and whimpers mingled with his deep grunts and heavy breaths, while the steady stream of water flowed over their bodies. Moving in harmony, each struggling to satisfy the other, they moved in concert. On and on the pair went, racing to the finish line, knowing they had perilously little time to enjoy themselves.

The early morning and unforeseen sex left Mkuu in an unfortunate position, hindering his normally impressive endurance, though that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Seeing as how he’d be expected at his post in less than half an hour, he didn’t mind wrapping things up pretty quickly. There’d be time to spend a protracted session with her later, once he was finished with his shift, so he was willing to make their session relatively short.

Giving into his urges, he jackhammered into her. The mare trembled in his grasp, quivering uncontrollably, as his length battered her depths. His shaft throbbed, the telltale signs of release blossomed within him, and his swaying nuts snuggled against his groin, while he teetered on the brink. Pushing himself to the very limit, he lowered his head and fiercely bit her neck.

It hadn’t taken long for Leech to realize she was going to outlast her host, which was precisely why she’d decided to hold herself back. Had she wanted to, she could have cum at least once already, but would have defeated the point. Feeling a stallion unload in her, filling her with their hot, thick essence, would be more than enough to push her past the breaking point. Sadly for her, she hadn’t expected him to bite her while giving her a massive creampie.

The sensory overload of being so roughly bitten while being pumped full of seed was indescribable. Pain and unimaginable pleasure blended, taxing her body and sending her soaring over the edge. Her primal scream reverberated throughout the tiled chamber, ringing in her ears, as she struggled to remain conscious. Gushing marish fluids around his pulsating cock, feeling the warmth of his seed permeate through her, she held on for dear life.

Almost immediately realizing he may have pushed her too far, Mkuu retracted her head. By some small grace, she hadn’t fainted, but she wasn’t looking well at all. Her eyes were blurry and unfocused, her arms hung limply at her sides, and her legs barely had the strength to remain around his waist - in short, he’d come damn close to fucking her into a coma. Scrunching his nose, cursing the impulsive move, he carefully unsheathed her from his softening length.

If he hadn’t had work, the situation wouldn’t have been a problem whatsoever, but that wasn’t the case. He was expected in his office very shortly, leaving him in a tricky situation. His guest would likely require at least some time to recover, not to mention she hadn’t finished showering, was leaking cum like a faucet, and she would need time to change - time which he couldn’t afford. Cautiously setting her down, ensuring she could stand, he squatted down to her eye level.

“My apologies, are you alright?” he asked.

Shaking her cum-addled head, she leaned heavily against the wall. “If you gotta go, go ahead. I’m sure I could find the library on my own.”

The slight slur in her voice did little to reassure Mkuu, though he was surprised that she was as coherent as she was. “Do you even know where the library -”

“Second floor, east wing, fourth and fifth doors on the right - if you use the southern stairwell,” she perfectly recited, drunkenly smiling up at him. His stunned expression caused her grin to broaden, stroking her ego better than most forms of flattery. “Good memory.”

“I...I see…” he murmured, taken aback by how keen her memory was. She’d only toured the building once, and in relative haste, so he was truly amazed that she’d recalled precisely where the study was. “In that case, I’ll trust you to go there once you’ve finished up and gotten dressed. Feel free to take your time, but I’d prefer you not go snooping about.”

Even if the mischievous mare did contradict his orders, it would be next to impossible for her to do any harm. Small tour groups periodically moved through the building, and there were plenty of staff on hand, so he doubted she could get into any real trouble throughout the day - still, the request would be a small measure of trust on his behalf. Straightening up and stepping out of the tub, after a quick rinse, he began toweling off.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I won’t get into anything,” she giggled, caressing her cum-swollen belly.

Gazing at her slightly distended abdomen, imagining what she’d look like if she was heavy with foal, Mkuu felt his stallionhood twitch. “I’ll have one of the kitchen staff bring some breakfast to the library within the hour; there’s your incentive for being where you’re supposed to be.”

Leech snapped him a small salute, seeing him trot into the bedroom and out of view. “I’ll be there,” she called.

Seeing him disappear, more than likely getting dressed for the day, she unsteadily started washing herself. Despite having blown no fewer than half a dozen loads the night before, he’d really filled her up. Rubbing her gut, feeling the weight of his spunk sloshing around within herself, she clenched her snatch. Most of the jizz would make its way out of her eventually, but she wanted to let it marinate within herself for as long as she could.

Once she’d finished her protracted shower, having taken time to relax and compose herself, she dried off, tossed the towels into the nearby hamper, and strutted back into the room. With her clothes having seen two days’ use, and the ornate concubine outfit having been effectively borrowed from a display case, she was left to use the only other outfit she’d packed. Donning a relatively short skirt and a crop top, without any underwear whatsoever, she gave herself a once-over in the vanity.

Even clothed, the stripes adorning her frame were very visible. Besides the bands Mkuu had started with, his palm print rested squarely over her navel, a sun-like design had been drawn over her right breast, and a few small lines marked her cheeks and neck. She had no way of knowing what, if anything the staff at the embassy would say about her designs, but there was little she could do about it.

She could have headed off to the library, but her compulsions got the best of her. Making the bed, once she’d changed the sheets, and tidying up, she left the chamber as pristine as when she’d found it. Whether she was in her own room of a stranger’s, she couldn’t bring herself to leave a mess unattended. Only after she’d cleaned up the place did she see herself out and head towards the study.

True to his word, once reaching his office, Mkuu ordered a light breakfast for his visitor. Thankfully, his duties for the day weren’t too taxing, although they were tedious to a fault. Writing correspondence with various officials, orchestrating ambassadorial events, and replying to letters from curious ponies kept him busy for nearly the entire day, robbing him of the chance to spend any time with his guest.

He’d hoped to visit her on his lunch break, although the surprise visit from a group of local students ate up several hours from the middle of his day. It wasn’t until he’d heard his stomach grumbling did he notice how late it had gotten. Having foregone his midday meal, with all of his duties wrapped up, he decided to knock off a bit early. While he hadn’t heard any complaints from any of his coworkers, he couldn’t help but wonder what the trampy mare had been up to.

“My apologies,” he announced, stepping into the cozy little library, “I’d intended to see you at lunch, but I…”

Whatever he’d been about to say was lost, as he spotted the unicorn. Turned slightly away from the door, with one leg hitched over the arm of her recliner, she casually rubbed her snatch while reading a book. So far as he knew, there wasn’t any pornographic material in the study, so the sight of her shamelessly getting off was a bit puzzling.

Closing the door behind himself, surprised that she hadn’t been caught rubbing one out, he crossed his arms. “Having fun, are we?”

“I had no idea that warlords would collect the wives of their fallen enemies,” she reverently remarked, unabashedly kneading her clit.

The thought of being claimed by some tribal chieftain, dragged off and ruthlessly bred into submission, was painfully arousing. Apparently, according to the text, the practice had been abandoned several generations ago, as their society had become more unified, but some part of her wished they hadn’t. To be viewed as a prize, knocked-up and paraded about while carrying her former enemy’s foal, really got her fires burning.

“You find the thought provocative?” Mkuu asked. The question was a bit rhetorical, given the fact that she was clearly masturbating to it, yet he wanted to hear just what she found appealing about the notion.

“Honestly,” she sighed, smoothly slipping two fingers into herself, “I’d love for something like that to happen to me. It may be a bit old fashioned, but something about being conquered by a dominant male really, really gets me going.” Setting the book beside herself, moving her then freed hand to one breast, her self-gratification grew slightly more heated. “I mean, it’s natural selection. Mares should be begging to be part of something greater than themselves.”

“If I may be so bold, I wholeheartedly agree with you,” Mkuu remarked, carefully masking his growing arousal. “Mares should be honored to take part in something so wondrous.”

“Mmmhmm,” she groaned, gnawing her lip.

If what she’d been reading was correct, not only could zebras and ponies reproduce, but their offspring gained boons from both species. Though they couldn’t use magic, nor fly, the inclusion of pegasus, unicorn, or earth pony genes would imbue a foal with heightened agility, keener senses, or increased physical strength respectively. She’d always considered motherhood as an ultimate goal, if and when she decided to settle down, but the idea of producing a superior offspring made the concept exceptionally alluring.

Clenching around her digits, fantasizing about being whisked away by some striped Prince, she closed her eyes. She felt certain that she’d make an excellent mother, having a perfect set of hips to bear children, and she frequently imagined how wonderful she’d look while exceptionally gravid. A large belly, big, leaking tits, and a full figure would undoubtedly compliment her well, not to mention earning her the esteemed MILF status, and she knew she would definitely have young, virile stallions chasing after her. All in all, if and when the time ultimately came, she’d be the sort of woman mothers warned their sons about.

“Ahem,” Mkuu cleared his throat, dragging his eyes off her moistened loins. “Perhaps you’d like to accompany me to dinner this evening?”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather…” she purred, extending a leg and gently rubbing his thigh with her toes.

“Perhaps once we get back, if you are properly behaved,” he chuckled, stepping out of her reach.

While he would have been content to pin her down and pump a foal into her, it was neither the time nor the place for such a thing. The embassy was still relatively busy, there was at least one tour being conducted in the building, and he was honestly a bit shocked that anyone hadn’t intruded on the wanton mare’s shameless masturbation. Eager to hear what other thoughts she had on Zebrican breeding rituals, while over a nice meal, he felt sure that they’d ultimately rut like wild animals later that evening.

With an impish smirk, Leech hopped to her feet, withdrew her moistened hand, and gave him a curt bow. “As you wish, my lord.”

Judging from the swell under his loincloth, as well as how hard he’d been watching her rubbing herself, he was definitely fighting the temptation she’d laid on the table. It was relatively rare for a stallion to turn down such an invitation, although it offered an even rarer opportunity. She was more than game to go out in public with him, especially if it meant playing a bit of chicken with the sexy bastard.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like me to wear, or would this getup work?” she hummed. Tugging at her top, exposing the dark cleavage of her breasts, she flashed her teeth up at him.

“As a matter of fact, yes, there is something I’d like you to wear,” he countered, mirroring her arrogance. “The only problem is, I’ll have to buy it for you.”

“Promoting yourself to sugar daddy already?” she teased, plastering herself against his chest. “That’s ok, I’m sure I’ll be able to make it up to you later.”

Wrapping one arm around her shoulder, turning towards the door, he gently guided her to the exit. “Before we go out for a meal, I’ll take you to a local shop I’m familiar with. Come.”

“Only if you’re super rough,” she tittered, brazenly fondling the growing bulge at his groin.

Mkuu would have been content bringing her out directly, but her impetuous behavior practically demanded that he indulge her budding lust for zebra superiority. Seeing as how she had sworn herself to him for the week, he had the perfect accessory in mind for her. Heading her back to his chamber, with the mare at his side, he slipped one hand to her rump.

The relatively short walk was done in silence, although their actions spoke more than words ever could. Leech boldly slid her hand under his loincloth, caressing his hardening length, while his fingers sank into one cheek of her rump; the few staff they passed didn’t notice, or were too polite to say anything, as they made their way. After a few brief minutes, they reached their destination.

“If you’d be so kind, go stand before the vanity,” he instructed, strolling to his dresser. “And close your eyes, if you would.”

Nodding vigorously, Leech scampered to her place and shut her eyes. She had no way to know what he was planning, but that was part of the fun. Surprises, especially those of the lewd variety, had always been a weakness of hers, and she was eager to see what he had in store for her - at least, in the metaphorical sense. With one ear swiveled in his direction, she heard him rustling about.

“Should I get naked or…?” she let the question hang, secretly hoping for some early afternoon action.

“Clothed is fine, considering we’ll be heading out shortly,” he smoothly replied, finding what he was looking for.

Trotting up behind her, securing a leather band around her neck, he affixed a fine chain to her collar. While such a practice hadn’t been used in nearly a century, he’d found that some mares needed the practical reminder of their place - as such, he kept a choker around for just such occasions. Whether or not she’d be brave enough to wear it outside of his room was left to be seen, although he assumed she was shameless enough to pull it off.

“Is that what I think it is?” she softly inquired, absolutely positive that the question was unneeded.

Taking a tiny step back, bumping her tush against his crotch, she slowly leaned forward. The resistance around her neck left little room for doubt; she’d been collared and leashed, cementing her suspicions. Blindly pressing her hands against the vanity’s top, pressing her ass against his groin, she flicked her tail and flipped her skirt.

“Master,” she cooed, “you don’t think I - Gah!!”

“Speak when spoken to, lest you forget,” he softly tutted, cutting off her whorish words with a well-timed tug on the chain. “Whatever will I do with such an unruly harlot?”

Undoing his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor, he bucked his hips. As his hardening stallionhood ground against her snatch, stroking her clit, she shivered. She really was an amusing creature, if undisciplined, but that suited his preferences just fine. Half the fun of finding such an accommodating pony was breaking them, bending them to his will, and he had every intention of shaping her into the perfect example of a concubine.

“Well?” he pressed, rocking back and bringing the tip of his length to her entrance.

Splaying her legs, bracing herself, she gave the only reasonable answer she could think of. “Breed me.”

Seeing as how he’d asked, she couldn’t help but respond truthfully. Peeking out, seeing herself in the mirror, she went still. The sight of him behind her, with one hand holding the lead, and the other on her hip, caused her marehood to seize upon itself. There she was, covered in stripes, about to get plowed by a towering stud of a zebra, and she couldn’t be happier. The only unfortunate thing was that she didn’t have a camera handy to memorialize the event.

“A very tempting offer, one which I may take you up on, but it depends on how well you conduct yourself this evening,” he growled, prodding her entrance. “Are you worthy of carrying my foal?”

Being relatively young for a dignitary, he’d spent a good portion of his life honing his social and professional skills. There was a real chance that he’d sown his seed within a handful of mares, seeing as how he rarely used any sort of protection, but actively knocking up a licentious pony had yet to happen.

“Gods yes,” she groaned, bucking back against him.

The taunting was nearly too much to bear - then again, that’s likely why he’d put the collar on her in the first place. Balancing on one hand, dragging her top down, she freed her bosoms. If he was going to play with her, getting her worked up in such a sinful way, she saw no harm in adding a bit of fuel to the ever-growing fire.

Lightly thrusting, yet not hard enough to actually penetrate her, he grinned. “Is that what you truly want?”

“Any mare, pony or not, would be blessed to carry your child, but that would be a shame,” she groaned.

Mkuu stopped dead, cocking a brow. “Oh?”

“Yes. A stallion like you deserves a harem, an entire drove of broodmares at his beck and call,” she whimpered.

“Good,” he softly stated, immeasurably pleased with her response.

Slowly, steadily, he buried his stallionhood into her snug confines. There was no need to rush things, allowing him to savor the experience, although he did notice something interesting; despite having fucked her numerous times over the last twenty-four hours, she was just as tight as ever. Tightening the lead, as his medial ring bludgeoned its way into her, he slowed to a halt.

“If you want it so badly, fuck yourself on it,” intoned, putting more tension on the chain.

Though breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, Leech caved to her urges. The collar was tight enough as it was, making swallowing slightly uncomfortable, so the additional strain of having him haul on the leash exacerbated the issue. In a shrewd move, thrusting back and rutting herself on his girthy cock, she both allowed herself to breath and sate her lust.

Holding onto the sides of the vanity, she used her arms to lend a bit more force to her efforts. Forward and back, in and out - she was left doing all of the work. She couldn’t rightly say why he wasn’t budging, but she gradually grew frustrated with the situation. Nearly pouting, shooting him her best puppy-dog eyes, she silently hoped he’d tire of the game and take an active part.

“I’m still not entirely convinced,” he mused, releasing her waist. “Perhaps you should try harder…”

With that final word, he reared back and roughly slapped her ass. Truth be told, he hadn’t been sure how she’d react to the sudden smack, but her reaction was absolutely priceless. The mare tensed, trembling from hoof to head, and her knees buckled. A delicate trickle of feminine juices dribbled out of her convulsing sex, leaking down her legs and to the rug below.

Her masochism was unmistakable, tickling his sadistic tendencies and pushing him to the breaking point. Twisting the chain around his hand, shortening the length between them, he reached forward and grabbed her horn. If she wanted it rough, he’d gleefully give her exactly what she wanted; he just hoped she wouldn’t regret the decision.

Stepping over her feet, effectively locking her legs in place, he fucked her like a beast possessed. There was no gradual escalation, no warmup whatsoever, he simply pounded her with all the force and speed that he could muster. Her attempts to satisfy herself waned entirely, as he screwed her into submission.

“There’s a good mare,” he snarled, wrenching her head back.

Leech’s orgasmic braying cut through the air, undoubtedly being heard by anyone and everyone in the near vicinity, but she couldn’t care less. She’d figured he was strong, but she had never dreamt he was capable of delivering such a savage rutting. Her nails scraped against the piece of furniture, saliva crept down her chin, and her eyes rolled back, as her initial climax rebounded into a second.

This is where she belonged, under some virile stud. The deep-dicking was so hard and so intense that her cervix almost immediately gave way, yielding to the striped stallion’s might. As astounding as his ministrations were, leaving her mind in a debaucherous haze, she couldn’t have fathomed the full effect of his domineering treatment.

The back of her womb was continually punched, while the battering ram-like head of his cock repositioned her interior. Though she couldn’t see it, the imprint of his cock appeared within her abdomen with each plunge, before briefly disappearing once again. She’d fooled around with some bigger and heavily endowed creatures before, but being ruined by such an imposing and exotic equine was definitely a first in her book.

Gritting his teeth, Mkuu relished the moment. It wasn’t every day that he was able to exert full control over someone, let alone a pony, so the revelation that she was submissive and a masochist heightened his growing fondness for her. If properly trained, he knew he could mold her into the perfect mare - that was, so long as she would successfully bend to his will. Tightening her leash, hearing her gasp and choke, his muzzle split in a cruel smirk.

Her eyes watered, her canal spasmed around his pistoning length, and she pawed at her collar - still, he didn’t relent. He wouldn’t push her too far, but he needed to know where her boundaries lie. If she was willing to subject herself to such torment, getting off to the abuse, so much the better. Seeing her teeth clench, as she suffered through yet another spontaneous orgasm, he continued undeterred.

While Leech had been able to breath, if only slightly, she suddenly found herself strangled by the band of leather around her throat. She’d done all sorts of kinky stuff before, including stuffing her gullet with cock, but this was the first time anyone had actually choked her before. Fear blended with her arousal, sending her thoughts into a tumultuous frenzy.

One climax bled into another, creating a rapturous, terrifying feedback loop. She never realized she could cum so hard and so fast, with her refractory period becoming nonexistent, yet she did so all the same. As her vision blurred, tunneling in, she felt him flaring within her deepest depths. Regardless of how severe his treatment was, she would have begged him to unload within her; sadly, that was impossible.

Just as the world started going dark, on the brink of blacking out, the most divine heat overtook her. Pouring into her womb, where it rightly belonged, his seed was like a heavenly gift. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, as she was rocked by an utterly cataclysmic orgasm. Her legs gave out, and her arms slumped limply to her sides, while a deluge of spunk erupted within her.

Though Mkuu released her leash, allowing the mare to fill her lungs, not a sound escaped her. His release was easily the best he’d had with the girl, with the power of controlling her rivaling the sexual pleasure itself, but he wasn’t done yet. Stepping back, grabbing the base of his still gushing length, he unsheathed himself and painted her back. His thick, heady jizz seeped into her fur, mingling with the ink he’d bestowed upon her, and painted her clothing, as a warm, intoxicating euphoria settled over him.

“If you still wish to go out this evening, here’s what you’re going to do,” he began, stepping to her side. Grabbing her horn, angling her head towards his dresser, he nodded. “In the top drawer, there’s a plug. You will cork yourself and allow my gift to stay within your confines until I say otherwise - that is, unless you wish to disappoint me…”

He doubted she’d actually be able to accomplish the order, yet that wasn’t the point - the point was to see how devoted she really was. Even if she tried and failed, that would show commendable resolve on her behalf. Easing his grip on her horn, allowing her head to rest on the vanity’s surface, he quietly watched and waited.

Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, Leech wearily pushed herself up. She wanted - no, needed to obey him. No other stallion had left her in such a pathetic state, so she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint him. Though the distance was only a dozen paces or so, every step took herculean effort. Stumbling the final few steps, only barely catching herself on the piece of furniture, she feebly reached for the drawer’s handle.

Moving at all was a trial, as was clenching her abused marehood, so searching for the elusive item only complicated the situation. Rummaging around, praying she’d find the infernal toy, her fingers finally graced something cold and hard. As she shakily retracted her hand, seeing a decently girthy crystalline plug, she stabilized herself with one hand, falteringly squatted down, and corked her leaking cunt.

“T...there,” she croaked, collapsing to her knees.

Lack of formalities aside, Mkuu was exceptionally impressed with her. There likely weren’t many mares who could force themselves to do something so demeaning, but her depraved determination appeared indomitable. Stepping over, noting that she would need to change before they left the room, he knelt by her side.

“Do you - Cough - always cum this much?” she wheezed, cradling her bloated tummy.

Containing his essence from earlier that day, and likely some from the night before, her stomach hung over her skirt. For anyone looking at her, she could have easily passed for being in the early stages of a pregnancy. While not obscenely large, her belly was just pronounced enough to be easily noticeable, filling her with an odd mixture of pride and excitement.

“We typically do, yes, but that’s what the plug is for,” he sighed, casually reaching out and patting the crystalline stopper. “Go and get yourself cleaned up, I’ll see if I can borrow some clean clothing from one of my coworkers.”

“I could just wear that outfit from last night,” she blurted, glancing over at the skimpy attire on the nightstand. “If - um - if that’s alright…”

Cocking his head, her suggestion caught him off guard. “You would bare yourself to anyone and everyone in Canterlot?”

“O...only if I wear the collar and leash,” she added, slipping a finger under the choker. “If anyone stops us, it would be easy enough to explain. If you didn’t want to lie, telling someone that it was for it was an artistic exhibition, we could just be honest - after all, I am yours for the week.”

As appealing as the notion was, it may present several issues he’d rather not deal with. Ambassador or not, there were limits to what he could and couldn’t get away with while outside of his homeland. There were possible options to pursue, should she continue wanting to debase herself, although they may require some time and preparation to pull off. While he steadily got to his feet, intent to fetch something clean for her to put on, the mare softly rubbed against his shin.

“Do you require…” he trailed off, watching her shuffle over, grab his semi-rigid cock, and lean towards his groin.

Even if she didn’t get to wear the fancy getup out, there was one thing Leech had to do before they did anything. Dipping her head, bringing her mouth to the tip of his cock, she slipped his stallionhood into her muzzle. The heady cocktail of her nectar and his cum washed over her palate, as she mopped his length with her lips and tongue.

Though her marehood was plugged, her hand drifted to her crotch. Just because she was cleaning him off, milking the final drops of spunk from his shaft, didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself while serving him. Rubbing her clit with one hand, while pinching and twisting one teat with the other, she shameless got herself off.

Thrusting into her hand, while rhythmically squeezing her sex around the toy, her eyelids fluttered. Though she would have killed to massage her g-spot, being filled with his cum was almost as satisfying. Even if he insisted she sleep with the plug in, giving his essence an entire night to seep into her, she’d be sure to wake him up with another blowjob or, if she was feeling extra bold, perhaps a sixty-nine.

The weight and residual warmth of what felt like a gallon of foal-batter resting in her womb would have been enough to rub one out, so sucking seed and she-cum off a stallion’s dick was just icing on the cake. Peeking up at him, noting the approving look he bore, she relaxed her throat and forced him into her gullet. If she was going to be his sex slave, by all the stars in the sky, she’d be the best damn sex slave he’d ever had.

Locking eyes with her, Mkuu savored the moment. In the past, he’d taken the time to further demean mates by slapping their faces with his sullied tool, but the unicorn had been impulsive or lecherous enough to degrade herself with the job. Between her seemingly insatiable appetite and utter lack of dignity, he was curious about what lengths she’d go to to please him.

Her penchant for abuse and durability were extraordinary, well and truly beyond what any normal mare could or would endure, which got his wheels spinning. He would have been pleased enough to sate himself with her in any way imaginable, but the compulsion to test her grew increasingly strong. If she had a breaking point, like any mortal had, he would find it - it was just a matter of when he found her weakness.

As she slowly withdrew, pressing her nose to his balls to huff his musk, he stepped away. Given her unfathomable resolve and near-limitless libido, perhaps something unorthodox would be worth exploring. Bending over, silently offering his hand, he helped her stand.

“I’ll be back momentarily. Please,” he murmured, gesturing to the bathroom, “clean yourself up for me.”

“Yes sir,” she chirped, regaining her chipper enthusiasm with startling speed. “And don’t worry about underwear,” she snickered, winking up at him, “I’m more than comfortable going commando.”

Seeing him stroll towards the exit, only giving her a noncommittal grunt, she haphazardly traipsed into the restroom. With the prospect of a decent meal on her mind, as well as potentially more lewd hijinks later that night, her mood couldn’t be better. As she set the shower to warm, peeling out of her skirt and top, her thoughts began to wander.

It hadn’t even been an entire day, and yet she and the emissary had been fucking like they were a pair of newlyweds. She’d had several wild flings before, but she struggled to remember a time when she’d been that active with someone over such a short period of time. She wasn’t about to complain about his stamina, strength, and overall sex drive, but the continual ruttings had begun taking a toll.

Her hips were sore, her marehood ached, and her throat was tender from the choking and misuse. She knew she’d been fine, she’d been with creatures who had bred her harder than the zebra, but his overall endurance and ravenous lust was incredible. Of all the years she’d spent bedding and conquering creatures throughout the land, she’d never met one who had a sexual appetite to match her, but Mkuu may have changed that.

Stepping into the basin, letting the warm water wash away most of the jizz, sweat, and marish juices about her person, she knit her brow. Though she’d only known him for an extremely brief time, she’d gleaned several interesting facts about her host. He was intelligent, suave, and apparently had a penchant for domination. While it was obvious that he was a bit of a womanizer, she actually considered that a bonus.

Cultural differences aside, he sat as a paragon of masculinity and strength - both facts that he was keenly aware of. Most guys like him would have settled down with a woman, having gotten their pick from among a whole host of females, yet the ambassador was strangely single. Making a mental note, hoping to figure out why he wasn’t in a relationship, she started shampooing herself.

Working the lather into her fur, cleaning herself from top to bottom, her hands eventually drifted to her plugged sex. As her fingers ran around the rim of the crystalline toy, delicately clenching around its neck, she sighed. If he wasn’t careful, and kept filling her with his seed, there was a chance he might actually knock her up - then again, that may have been what he was hoping to do.

There were some stallions and dickmares out in the world who reveled in sowing their wild oats, siring bastard foals without care, but Mkuu didn’t seem like the sort. He held an esteemed office, so putting his profession on the line for a scandal would have been extremely foolhardy. Pressing on the base of the plug, toying with the notion to remove it and drain herself, she slowly moved her hand away.

She had several more days to pick him apart, to see just how he worked, and she had every intention of figuring out what made him tick. She’d already deduced several of his kinks, his disposition of ponies, and the ways he preferred his women behave, but she felt sure there was much, much more to reveal about her host. Staring down at her distended belly, holding it in both hands, she grinned to herself.

If he did end up putting a foal or two in her, it wouldn’t necessarily be the end of the world. Any offspring they produced would likely have hybrid vigor, be exceedingly cute, and have a combination of both their strengths. She couldn’t say if he’d actually wed her, should she bear a children for him, but having a dignitary as a mate would have a number of very appealing benefits. He could bring home the bits, while she took care of the house and kids - honestly, it would be a win/win.

As the water rinsed the later from her coat, removing what little was left of their very passionate bout of lovemaking, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried herself off. It was still relatively early in the afternoon, with several hours until nightfall, which meant she’d have all evening to woo her striped suitor. Regardless of whether or not she could actually keep him, she was positive that the remainder of her stay at the consulate would be amazing...