The Ties that Bind

“So,” Leech began, carving a slice off her steak, “can I ask you something?”

Peering over at the mare, disquieted with the nonchalance with which she was eating a slab of barely cooked meat, Mkuu’s eyes wandered to her face. Despite her bizarre meal choice, she looked quite resplendent. One of the receptionists at the embassy had been kind enough to lend a dress for his guest, allowing them to go out for their first real meal of the day.

Adorned in the crimson halter top, which may have been just a size too small, the mare sat and feasted upon her dinner. He’d brought her to a bistro just down the road from the consulate, one of his favored dining spots, after she’d made herself presentable - well, as presentable as a striped pony could be. Watching her swallow her mouthful, while bringing another juicy morsel of meat to her mouth, he knit his brow.

“Only if I can ask you something in return,” he countered. “Have you always been a carnivore?”

Leech held up a finger, savoring her bite. “Omnivore,” she corrected, leveling her fork at him. “And, yeah, I think so? Knew a couple of griffons and hippogriffs, back when I was a kid, so I guess I picked it up from them - then again, that really doesn’t explain these.” Curling her lip, she exposed one rather pronounced canine.

She’d never gotten an explanation regarding her abnormal teeth, nor the fact that she could actually stomach meat. As far as she knew, ponies weren’t supposed to be able to digest flesh, yet she did so with ease. Smiling over at him, licking the juice from her lips, she rested her elbows on the table.

“My turn,” she hummed, easing her chin onto one hand. “Is there a particular reason why you’re single?”

Motioning to a passing waiter, Mkuu shrugged. “And what makes you presume I’m single?”

“Please, like it’s hard to tell,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “You don’t have a wedding band, there aren’t any photos of a lover in your suite or office, your bathroom doesn’t have a single bit of marish detritus, and you took me in and bedded me in a matter of hours.”

“Not that you minded,” he mused, smirking to himself.

“Hey, don’t dodge the question,” she snickered, menacingly waving her silverware in his direction. “Anyways - I haven’t seen a single thing that leads me to believe you’re taken.”

“Oh?” he quipped. “And what if I had a marefriend or wife in my home country?”

“If that were the case, you’d definitely have some memento from them in your room, like a picture or a letter, so I doubt it - not to mention how you just phrased that as a hypothetical,” she smugly noted.

He couldn’t help but smile, amazed by her deductive skills. “Let's say I am single,” he continued, plucking a tray of crostini from the waiter’s hands, “what difference would it be to you?”

She’d clearly asked him for a reason, although that reason had yet to be seen. Taking a bite of his fig and cheese laden toast, feigning disinterest, he put the ball into her court. In the short span of time he’d been with her, he’d come to realize that she was a remarkably shrewd mare. While there was an off chance that she was quick witted and manipulative, instead of genuinely intelligent, she’d shown several instances of keen insight and observational skill.

“To me, not a bit,” she responded, “but I am curious about it though. Frankly, given your looks, status, and charming personality, you could have mares knocking down the door to get you.”

“I could say the same about you, in a sense,” he rebutted. “Granted, you may not have much worldly worth - no offense - but I’m a bit shocked that some stallion hasn’t claimed you and sired a foal with you.”

“There you go with that offer again,” she giggled. Extending her leg beneath the veiled table, she softly caressed his inner thigh with a toe. “Don’t tell me that you’ve been waiting for a special mare to knock up and keep as a housewife.”

Stopping just short of his loincloth, grinning cheekily over at him, she clenched her plugged marehood. True to her word, she’d gone out wearing the stopper, locking his last load within her depths, and was completely bereft of any undergarments. Thankfully, given the tablecloth covering most of her legs, nobody could see her surreptitiously toying with the stud.

“Mares,” he corrected. “It’s not uncommon that we adopt a small harem, so long as we can successfully provide for them and our offspring - one of the benefits of financial stability and careful forethought.”

“Well when you’re ready to make me your number one mare, just send me a letter,” she sighed, spearing one of her final bites of steak. “I definitely wouldn’t mind being the exotic housewife of some fancy-pants ambassador, even if he prefers to go pants-free.”

Though her tone may have come off as lighthearted, there was a kernel of truth in her words. She’d spent most of her time wandering from place to place, finding couches to crash on or beds of others to warm, and she’d never given much thought to her future. Maybe if she’d been a bit luckier, or buckled down when she was a kid, she would have made something of herself. Sadly, as things were, she wasn’t sure where fate would have her land.

Though Mkuu spotted a fleeting look of melancholy cross her face, he kept his mouth shut. If he decided to pry, hoping to determine how genuine her admission was, he could do so later - for the time being, he’d be content to finish their meal and continue their evening without blundering into gloomy waters. Smiling over at her, he set his silverware down.

“Care for a dessert?” he inquired.

Leech waved a hand, dismissing the offer. “Thanks, but I’m good - if anything, maybe you could treat me to a drink later,” she replied, withdrawing her leg. “Thanks for the dinner, by the way, it was amazing.”

He dipped his head, happy to hear she’d enjoyed herself. “Consider it a treat for your exceptional company.”

Her cheeks darkened ever so slightly, as she averted her gaze and looked away. The grand irony of her blush, evoked by some simple flattery, was wonderfully amusing; they’d fucked several times, she’d willingly debased herself, and she was shamelessly trotting about while wearing the ritual marks of a claimed concubine - still, after all that, a compliment had gotten her flustered. She really was a fascinating creature - energetic, good looking, clever, and mysterious - and he found himself increasingly interested in her.

Pushing himself away, grabbing the bill from the table, he got to his hooves. “If you’re finished, shall we?”

Leech’s eyes flitted to the table, spying the various nibbles and leftovers on their plates. “Can we get a doggy bag?”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked, confused by her request.

“A takeout box - you know, for all this,” she explained, waving to the scraps.

Shaking his head, hoping to dispel her concern, he moved to her side. “If you’re hungry later, I’m sure we could -”

“It’s not gonna be for me,” she groaned, waving to a nearby employee. “Just trust me with this one.”

Perplexed, he watched the mare scamper over to the server’s station, retrieve a takeout box, return to the table, and gather up what remained of their meals - save for the last of her steak, which she wolfed down. Carefully layering the scraps, ensuring the bread wouldn’t get too soggy, she closed the container, hooked her elbow around his arm, and turned towards the door. She wasn’t about to let the food go to waste, whether or not her host approved or not.

Trotting towards the exit, only stopping to pay for their meal, he held the mare close. “Care for a stroll?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” she chirped, plastering herself to his side. “Is there anywhere you’d like to show me?”

“Besides the shop I mentioned, not really, no,” he grunted, looking down the sidewalk. “Unfortunately, unless we catch a cab, we’ve got the better part of an hour’s walk ahead of us.”

Patting her belly, which was still a bit pronounced from the spunk marinating within her stuffed womb, she motioned him forward. “After a meal like that, I could use a bit of exercise.”

“Is that your trick to keeping such an alluring figure?” he snickered, slipping a hand around her waist.

“Walking a lot and living off scraps - hell, I should write a book,” she laughed, theatrically waving a hand. “The Hobo’s Lifestyle, a key to staying hot as heck while being homeless.”

Copious exercise and prolonged bouts of going without a proper meal was a darn decent way of keeping in shape, although the latter point wasn’t exactly what she’d consider fun. She’d managed to get by, taking odd jobs and busking when she could, while scavenging and foraging when she couldn’t, so she couldn’t complain too much. It’d been ages since she’d been treated to a fancy dinner, let alone one with such a fetching stallion, and she secretly hoped it wasn’t the last such evening they’d spend together.

Walking alongside him, balancing the tray of leftovers on one palm, she reached behind herself, gently took his wrist, and guided his hand to the back of her dress. The garment had an open front and back, giving a view of her bust and lower back, and fit her like a second skin. As she calmly slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, guiding him towards her rear, she fought back a smirk - sure, she might be just a touch sore from the many rough poundings he’d been doling out, but she couldn’t resist from teasing him just a bit.

“You do realize, people will see me groping you,” Mkuu noted, worming his hand beneath her dress, giving her backside a firm squeeze.

In spite of the fact that he’d plowed her at least a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours, she still seemed eager for more action. He honestly couldn’t say if she was simply insatiable or if he’d won her over with his carnal prowess - either way, he found it difficult to stop himself from indulging. There weren’t many mares as forward as her, and fewer still who were willing to brazenly flaunt their sexuality while out in public, which was one of the reasons he’d decided to give her a little gift.

“I may need to abstain from rutting you later, if only to give you a fresh deposit in the morning,” he remarked.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing,” she quipped, feeling his pinkie finger tease her backdoor. “Heck, maybe I should just get you nice and riled up for the rest of the week.”

The comment caused him to slow and glance down at her. “You would deny me?”

“Mmmhmm,” she merrily hummed, matching his pace. “Edge you just until you’re ready to pop, then ease off.”

She knew good and damn well that he wouldn’t be able to resist her for that long - hell, she wouldn’t be able to rob herself of his divine loving for less than a day - but she was more than game to play along with him. Making sure she had his attention, she pulled at her top, revealed one obsidian nipple, and stuck out her tongue. There was something delicious about lustfully toying with someone, seeing who would yield first, and she wasn’t about to let the opportunity for a bit of fun slip through her fingers.

“So if I were to drag you into an alley and have my way with you, you’d resist?” he pressed, flashing his teeth at her.

There was no way she would - at least, he felt certain she wouldn’t stop him. The promiscuous mare had virtually thrust herself upon him the moment they met, so the chances of her pulling a sensual about face seemed extraordinarily slim. Sliding a finger into her ass, feeling her clench around his digit, he wondered who’d give out first.

“Guess we’ll see what happens,” she tittered, turning her head away from him.

Moving from block to block, making their way towards the central business district, she finally spotted what she was hoping to find. Seated on the sidewalk, with his back against a corner, a somewhat disheveled pegasus stallion waved a can at passers by. Given the size of the capital, she knew it wouldn’t take them long to stumble upon someone homeless or in need - which was precisely why she’d made sure to collect their leftovers.

Briskly walking away from her host, freeing his hand from her rump, she marched over to the unlucky pony, knelt down, and offered what remained of their meal. “Here ya go, Chief. It’s still warm too.”

Mkuu silently watched the exchange, taken aback by her generosity. While it was true that he would occasionally run across those less fortunate than himself, he rarely gave them much thought - that being said, witnessing the act of kindness warmed his heart. Loosening his wallet, a sack of bits tied to his waist, he retrieved a few coins and flipped them into the pegasus’ can.

“May the winds of luck shift in your favor,” he intoned.

The destitute pony beamed up at them, smitten with their charity. It was a surprisingly wholesome moment, seeing someone become so happy over something so little, and it brought a smile to his face. After the mare had given the vagrant a fist bump, she stood up, strolled back to his side, and locked her arm with his. The display made sense, given what she’d revealed about her past, although actually seeing the magnanimous gesture gave her backstory a bit of added weight.

“That was really sweet of you,” she whispered, stroking her cheek on his bicep.

He grunted softly, acknowledging her statement. Truth be told, he really didn’t know what to say. If she hadn’t shown such sympathy, he more than likely wouldn’t have even noticed the beggar, let alone spared any coin. Grasping her hip, keenly aware of his growing fondness for her, he continued leading the way. Walking in relative silence, simply enjoying the cool afternoon air, they reached their destination in what felt like no time at all.

“Please tell me this is what I think it is,” the mare marveled, peering into the shop.

Chuckling to himself, Mkuu stepped to the door and opened it for his guest. “If you’re going to be traipsing about the consulate, while bearing stripes, you may as well complete the look.”

Like an excited school filly, Leech dashed into the boutique. She’d never been all that fashionable, what with her utter lack of funds, so she’d had no way of knowing there was a traditional Zebrican clothing store in Canterlot. The business’ interior wasn’t all that expansive, relatively small by most standards, but it was neatly split into a stallions’ and mares’ section.

The variety of apparel was staggering, ranging from opulent formal wear to traditional casual garb, and almost every outfit was extraordinarily colorful. Curiously enough, as she perused the various getups, she noticed there was a decided lack of undergarments. Cocking a brow, she turned to the towering stallion following behind her.

“I’m guessing you guys aren’t fans of undies?” she whispered, peeking to his barely veiled loins.

While the other staff of the consulate, save for a similarly adorned ambassador, all wore business casual business attire, she wondered what they had under their garments; if they were anything like her host, she was left to presume most or all of the stallions and mares were going commando. As she browsed the clothing, a particular piece caught her eye. Peering at a nearby mannequin, she abandoned the rack she’d been rifling through and wandered towards the dressed dummy.

“What’s this?” she reverently inquired, delicately pawing at the displayed outfit.

“It’s called a bedlah,” Mkuu responded, amusedly observing her pinching and caressing the delicate fabric, “it’s not something that’s normally worn while out and about - then again, I’d presume you wouldn’t care much about that.”

Leech had seen some fancy getups in her day, but this one may have taken the cake. Unlike the concubine outfit she’d tried on at the embassy, the garment covered most of the wearer’s body - having said that, it was still extraordinarily sensual. Rich sapphire silk covered the bust, upper back, pelvis, and tush, yet the material was perilously thin and nearly transparent. Aside from the main outfit, intricate arm coverings, adorned with small bells, and a mouth vail completed the ensemble. The gold tracery was just the icing on the cake, making the ensemble positively gorgeous.

Sadly, as she looked at the price tag, her heart sank. As beautiful as the apparel was, there was no earthly way she could justify spending hundreds of bits on a single outfit, even if she had the cash to spare. Scrunching her nose, only the slightest bit crestfallen, she turned back towards the rack of cheaper garments - that was, until a hand grasped her shoulder.

Mkuu nodded to the mannequin, before turning his attention to his diminutive guest. “Do you like it?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I do, but it’s way too expensive for -” she fell silent, as he held a finger to her lips.

“A simple yes or no would suffice, although I think this ensemble would be a bit more fitting for - Ahem - less provocative engagements,” he softly tutted, lifting a matching leather top and skirt.

He had every intention of buying her an outfit or two, although he’d prefer she have something that wasn’t quite as flagrantly conspicuous to wear around. They’d already gotten a fair number of looks while they’d been out and about, and he felt certain that she’d noticed the curious stares from passersby, so he didn’t need her turning more heads. It wasn’t that he particularly minded being the center of attention, seeing as how his attire and imposing stature made him stand out, but a bit of modesty was warranted for one in his position.

Turning his head, waiving an employee over, he nodded to the dummy. “See if you have this in my companion’s size; I’d like her to try it on for me.”

Leech reared back, shocked by the implication. “You can’t be serious.”

“About what part?” he asked, turning to face her.

“You did see the price tag, didn’t you?” she bleated, waving at the ensemble.

He nodded, grinning down at her. “I did, and it’s not like I don’t have the bits to spare. Frankly, seeing you in something so wonderful would be an investment, considering you’ll be at my side for the next few days - that is, if you do decide to leave my company.”

“I…” she trailed off, feeling her cheeks darken. “Just so you know, I don’t take gifts lightly…”

As paradoxical as it may have sounded, she really wasn’t one for acts of charity. While she wasn’t opposed to accepting help, if she genuinely needed it, some part of her felt bad for taking donations, especially if the donations were somewhat frivolous. Petulantly scrunching her snout, crossing her arms over her chest, she turned her head to the side.

Tickled by her reaction, Mkuu patted her shoulder. “If you really want to make it up to me, I may have an idea.”

“Well it better be a good one, because it’s not like I have the bits to pay you back,” she groused.

Leaning over, he brought his muzzle to her ear. “Trust me, if you’re game, my proposition would prove both entertaining and rewarding…”

With her hand drifting to his groin, heedless of the employee approaching them, Leech exhaled. “Go on…”

“What if I told you there’s a club which professes in exhibitionistic shows,” he continued.

“Wanting to breed your little concubine in front of an audience, eh?” she whispered, breathing hotly in his ear.

“Something like that. You’d be surprised how much people are willing to pay to watch a mare get knocked-up on stage,” he purred, reaching down and caressing her plugged snatch.

There was a somewhat dubious venue within the city where exhibitionists and voyeurs could sate themselves. Nestled beneath a bakery, cleverly concealed from the uninitiated, the club was very easy to miss. Creatures from around Equestria would occasionally make the pilgrimage to show themselves to a crowd, but that wasn’t the only entertainment available there. The place had a reputation for interspecies appreciation, particularly for those with a love of zebras.

Wrapping her fingers around his length, feeling him twitch, she bucked into his palm. “If that’s what you’re going for, we might need to stop at an alchemist’s shop beforehand.”

“Oh? And what might we need from there?” he inquired, rearing back to look her in the eye.

Her lips split in a sinister grin, as she stroked him off. “A virility potion for you, and a fertility elixir for me - I mean, if folks are going to pay to see you pump a foal into me, we shouldn’t half-ass it.”

“You’d allow me to sire my heir with you so quickly?” he muttered, feeling his pulse quicken.

Leech rolled her shoulders, giving him a halfhearted shrug. “As long as you take care of me and the kid, while keeping me around to be your broodmare, fuck it, I’m down.”

Though it may have seemed like an impetuous and wholly lust-driven decision, the thought had become increasingly attractive. Having a place to live and regular meals would be a massive boon, not to mention she’d dreamt of raising a foal for ages. She wasn’t going to be young forever, and she’d eventually have to settle down with someone, so why not go with a dreamboat stud with a good career and a bit of political influence - that was, if he’d have her.

Giving her tush a playful smack, fully aware that the employee was standing a handful of paces away, Mkuu straightened up. “Well then, it sounds like I may just have to make another stop.”

Even with the breakneck speed their little relationship was moving, he couldn’t resist himself. Having a bit of company around the consulate would actually be quite pleasant, and the prospect of rearing a little filly or colt was a compelling one. He felt certain that he could find a position on their staff for her, if only as with a menial role, so she ultimately wouldn’t be that much of a financial burden.

“See that you try these on, ensuring they fit,” he instructed, running a finger up her chin. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Turning his back to her and the clerk, he weaved his way through the shop and towards the exit. His cool demeanor and confident stride stood in contradiction to the maelstrom of thoughts swirling about in his head. Just a few days prior, had someone said he’d consider carrying on his lineage with a pony, he would have laughed in their face - now, having met the beguiling and sultry unicorn, his mindset had shifted dramatically.

He’d always been told that he’d know when he found the right mare, but he would never have fathomed that that mare would be a pony. Leech was, without a doubt, one of the most interesting and bewitching women he’d ever met, and some part of him pined to sow his seed within her. Any offspring they bore would unquestionably be healthy, having beneficial traits of both their species, and he would ensure they got a proper education and upbringing. While it may have seemed impulsive, he was finding it difficult to find reasons not to permanently claim her.

Throwing his inhibition to the wind, knowing there was an apothecary just down the block, he saw himself out. If he was going to truly inseminate her, doing so in front of an audience would make the occasion a bit more memorable - doubly so, since she’d be wearing traditional Zebrican attire while striped. Growing increasingly aroused with the notion, wondering precisely how they could execute the act, his pace quickened.

Left to her own devices, seeing the stud trot out the door, Leech turned to face the employee. “You got a bathroom? I want to freshen up before I try these bad boys on.”

The clerk, a young zebra mare nodded and waved towards the back. “Past the changing rooms, last door on the right,” she stated, pointing to the rearmost corner of the business. “Ma’am, may I ask you something?”

“Shoot!” Leech chirped.

“Well…” the mare mumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably, “I was wondering if that was your betrothed…”

“Betrothed!” Leech guffawed, realizing too late that the girl was serious. Squinting down at her name tag, she fought back her laughter. “Well, Maua, he’s not my husband, but I don’t think I’d mind him putting a ring on it.”

Maua smiled, appearing somewhat more at ease, as she brushed a lock of monochrome hair from her face. “Forgive me, I was just curious. It’s rare to see a pony so brazenly flaunt their zebra lover - i...if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“I don’t mind one bit! Believe me, I wouldn’t have gone out like this if I was bothered,” the unicorn explained, waving to the bands of paint about her frame.

“Well I’m happy to meet someone who embraces our culture,” the zebra sighed. Glancing around, seeing that the shop was still vacant, she leaned closer to her customer. “If you don’t mind me asking, how was he in bed?”

The mere mention of the hulking stallion’s sexual might was enough to send an excited tingle up Leech’s spine. “You have no idea! He’s extremely well hung, fucks like a wild bronco, and cums like a fucking fire hydrant! If I’m lucky, he’ll keep me around for a while.”

Peering over at the bedlah, Maua pursed her lips. “You do realize what that outfit is typically used for, correct?”

“Not really, no,” the unicorn blithely replied. “Lemme guess, it’s some sort of an exotic dancer’s getup?”

“Not quite. It’s not uncommon that they’re used for wedding ceremonies,” the girl clarified, blushing slightly.

Leech lifted a finger, intent to say something witty, but drew a total blank. There was no way that Mkuu didn’t know the cultural implications of the getup, which didn’t leave much room for speculation; either he just had a thing for marriage attire or his intentions with her weren’t as shallow as she’d first assumed. Feeling her heart flutter, and mouth go dry, she simply nodded.

“My bust is a thirty-eight C, and I’m a small waist size. If you have something that’s a bit generous in the hips, I wouldn’t mind,” she stated. “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for a response, she wheeled around and strutted to the restroom. Regardless of whether or not Mkuu was going to publicly breed her, there was something she’d need to take care of beforehand. Moving past the displays of clothing, and past a trio of fitting rooms, she found her way to the lavatory. As she closed and locked the door behind herself, she quickened her pace.

While it wasn’t exactly a charming procedure, she wanted to make sure that her foal-factory was primed and ready for her lover’s essence. Seating herself on the toilet, she spread her legs, reached down, and uncorked her stuffed marehood. As fun as it was to walk around with Mkuu’s spunk in her depths, she’d need to be empty before they fooled around again - as such, a preemptive draining was due. Bearing down, shivering in place, she squeezed the jizz out of herself.

As she eased herself back, one hand drifted to her groin. As shameful as it was, the evening and all the lustful talk, as well as dirty promises, had really gotten her worked up. She tried to tell herself that rubbing one out would help her taut canal relax, allowing the cum she’d been toting about to more easily flow from her sex, but it was a pitiful excuse - in truth, she just let her compulsions take control. Sinking two fingers into her marehood, feeling Mkuu’s seed flow over her hand, she softly groaned.

It was a bit of a messy, somewhat noisy process, grunting and contracting her abs, but she was eventually able to work most of the cum out of herself. Standing up and straightening her getup, effectively edging herself for some action later, she turned to the mirror and gave herself a once-over. Sure enough, her slightly bulged gut had disappeared, returning her flat, soft belly to its usual state.

“Don’t you worry,” she murmured to herself, rubbing her lower abdomen, “if we get lucky, we’ll be able to pull off the pregnant look before too long…” A sharp knock at the door nearly caused her to start, reminding her that she’d been in the restroom for a good few minutes.

“Ma’am,” Maua called, knocking a second time, “is everything alright?”

“Uh - yeah, everything is fine! I’m just finishing up,” Leech blurted, flushing the spunk and tissue down the drain. Quickly running her fingers through her mane, after washing and stashing the plug in her satchel, she opened the door and found the clerk waiting just outside. “You find those in my size?”

The zebra nodded, moments before sniffing the air. If it hadn’t been obvious that she’d been thoroughly plowed a short time ago, the scent of cum and sex made it excruciatingly obvious that she was the stud’s - her stud’s plaything. Emboldened by the girl’s flustered expression, she passed by and cheekily smirked.

“I can’t be sure, but he might be the type who’d like a little extra company in the bedroom,” she cooed, brushing against the mare’s shoulder.

Maua’s face went a deep crimson, standing in stark contrast to the black and white of her banded face. The cute, clearly embarrassed reaction was too precious, and nearly caused Leech to press the subject, but she decided to let the matter lie. Giving the smallest nod, unwilling or unable to give a reply, the zebra offered the properly sized garments over and stepped to the side.

It only took a matter of minutes for Leech to try on both the outfits, which both fit her perfectly. The leather top and skirt did look quite fetching on her, and were quite comfortable as well, but the bedlah was by far her favorite of the two. Revealing, breathable, and erotic to a fault, the garment was made to enhance one’s sensual beauty. Only reluctantly taking it off, after inspecting herself from every possible angle, she slipped back into the simpler getup and emerged from the fitting room.

To her pleasant surprise, she found Mkuu and Maua chatting and waiting for her. Though the stallion said he’d be back shortly, she’d expected him to take a bit longer than he had. Strutting up to him, boldly resting one hand on his hip, she smiled up at the towering stallion. As he peered down at her, appraising her from bottom to top, his eyes eventually settled on her face.

“I must say, that looks quite fetching on you,” he remarked.

Spinning in place, letting him see her back, Leech shot him a wink. “If you think this looks good, you should see how I look in the other one.”

Mkuu felt certain that she’d look nothing short of ravishing in the scandalous attire, but that would have to wait - at least for a brief time. Fetching the potions had been much easier than he’d anticipated, and the apothecary had assured him they were exceptionally potent, so their hastily laid plans were nearly in place. Loosening the drawstring of his coin pouch, he fished out a number of gold bits and offered them to the clerk.

“I believe this should be enough,” he intoned, dropping the coins into her outstretched hand, “feel free to keep any change as a gratuity.”

With her eyes alight, Maua bagged the purchase and gave a small bow. “My thanks, Sir.”

Beckoning with a finger, more eager than he cared to admit, he offered his hand to his mate. “Come.”

Stepping to his side, lacing her fingers with his, the unicorn obeyed. Though she’d proven herself to be quite a handful, he was reasonably sure that she could be molded into the perfect broodmare. She was already smitten with him, so far as he could tell, so giving her a foal would more than likely strengthen their bond, especially since he had every intention of satiating her carnal needs well into the future. Walking out with her, thanking the shopkeep a final time, he strolled outside and onto the sidewalk.

Spying a bag in his free hand, Leech casually loosened her grip, stepped around him, and thrust her hand into the sack. Her fingers caressed two small bottles, meaning one of two things - either he’d gone out and grabbed them something to drink, or he hadn’t been bluffing about making her a mother. Freeing and inspecting one of the two vials, her heart skipped a beat; as she’d suspected, she was holding some fertility elixir.

Without a second thought, she uncorked the bottle, brought it to her lips, and downed the contents. If the concoction was like most of the potions she’d experimented with in the past, it wouldn’t take long for the effects to kick in - that being said, she wanted to make good and sure that she was in the throes of a very severe heat before they actually did the deed. Quickly grabbing his elixir, once she’d tossed her emptied vial into a recycling bin they’d passed, she handed the stallion his dose.

Mkuu didn’t think twice before taking the bottle, unstopped it with his teeth, and drained it in a single gulp. Since she seemed painfully keen on getting properly bred, he couldn’t help but match her enthusiasm. He’d more than likely end up knocking her up anyways, with or without alchemical enhancement, if they kept fucking the way they had been - he was just expediting the inevitable.

As the potions began to take effect, the pair moved with increased speed. Breaking into a light sweat, feeling her body temperature spike, Leech’s body was coerced into an estrus; though she couldn’t see it, she could almost sense her ovaries going into overdrive. Even with his stoic demeanor, the Mkuu didn’t didn’t fare much better; his balls churned and throbbed, ramping up the production of millions of sperm. By the time they reached their destination, spying the signature wooden sign with a black streak of paint splitting its center, the duo were practically jogging.

Bursting through the door, giving a terse greeting to the bouncer, Mkuu pointed to the far right of the club. “Go through there and change; I’ll make the arrangements here.”

“Y...yeah,” Leech stammered, releasing his hand and raced through the crowded room.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to take her time and appreciate the place, but her body demanded she get down to business. While she couldn’t speak for other mares, rarely if ever discussing the topic, estrus was an almost maddening process for her; her usual sex drive was amplified several times over, making it nearly impossible to think about anything but dick. Under normal circumstances, she’d medicate herself to prevent the hormonal maelstrom of going into season, but this was different - this was intentional.

As she scurried into the mare’s room, locking the door behind herself, her thoughts ran wild. She’d been prudent enough to notice that there were several strippers on the stage, all in various states of undress, so wearing her new outfit probably wouldn’t be an issue. Carefully removing her skirt, and quickly donning the profoundly provocative garment, she got ready as fast as she possibly could. It wasn’t until she was dressed did she check herself in the mirror.

Though she was technically wearing clothing, for all intents and purposes, she may as well have been naked. Her breasts were visible, as was her engorged and leaking snatch, yet she couldn’t care less. Showing off her body was the least of her concerns, since she’d be getting publicly railed out while more than likely howling like a depraved maniac in a matter of no time. Fondling her bust, getting her nipples nice and hard, she smiled at her reflection, turned, and sashayed out of the restroom.

The club was densely packed, with several dozen patrons chatting or watching an exotic dancer work her sexual art. Most of the venue seemed to consist of a single, cavernous chamber, with a stage situated at the back wall, a bar, and tables scattered throughout, although she felt certain there was an employees only area and possibly VIP rooms tucked away somewhere. Weaving through the throng, indifferently waving or winking at the few patrons brave enough to compliment her, she looked for her host.

“That was Jasmine Delight! Let’s give her a warm round of applause!” an announcer blared, evoking a roar from the audience. “Now we’re...Hang on a second! It seems like we’ll be having a special show this evening! Who here wants to see a bitch get bred?!”

Leech’s heart skipped a beat, as her eyes immediately flew to the raised platform. Unless there was another couple planning to put on a very debaucherous show, it was her time to shine. Moving towards the stage, politely excusing herself to make her way, she saw him; large as life and sexy as all get-out, Mkuu strutted up a small set of stairs and into the spotlight. Despite the noise, excitement, and bustling bodies, the only thing she could focus on was him.

Squeezing past the last few patrons, making it to the stage’s edge, she found him waiting for him. Stars above - it may have been her heat, but he seemed even bigger and hotter than ever. As he pulled her onto the platform, grinning down at her, she gnawed her lip. Yeah, having some spectators was just a bonus; one way or another, she knew she’d end up carrying his foal.

Mkuu brushed a lock of hair from her face, admiring her brilliant eyes, before pulling her towards the stripper pole at the platform’s center. “Care to...oh,” he grunted, as she slowly started lowering herself.

Without any prompting whatsoever, completely skipping the DJ’s introduction, she rested into a deep squat, plucked the knot tying his loincloth in place, and disrobed him. He’d hoped they could work the club up a bit, maybe start things with some fondling or teasing, but she wouldn’t be denied. Between the unfettered view of his equipment and her obscene posture, the onlookers went absolutely wild.

Burying her veiled snout in his balls, huffing his musk, she shuffled slightly to the side. It took him a second to figure out what she was doing, but then it clicked; she wasn’t moving to make herself more comfortable, she was moving to give the crowd a better view of the action. With her thighs parted, allowing the audience a view of her groin, she slowly kissed her way up his hardening length.

Leech always did her damnedest to service a lover, regardless of where she was or who was watching, yet doing so in front of an audience was a bit thrilling. Closing her eyes, she flipped the cloth over her crotch to the side and revealed her slavering marehood - all while she gradually made her way to the tip of the stud’s cock. Getting off while blowing someone was a favorite of hers, a fact she had every intention of capitalizing on. Reaching the blunted tip of his length, she slipped him into her muzzle and sank two fingers into her sex.

Though they’d both showered earlier, the lingering taste of his rich spunk and sweat clung to his shaft, coating her taste buds. Forcing her head forward, effortlessly sliding him into the snug confines her throat, she steadily worked his stallionhood into her gullet. She could have fellated nearly all of him in a single move, asserting her dominance, but that wasn’t her role - not now. This was a dance, a show of submission, and she had an entire club that needed to know it.

As hot as the view was from his perspective, Mkuu couldn’t help but imagine what it was like to watch from the club floor. Towering over an obedient pony mare, gingerly resting one hand on the back of her head, he must have looked like a sexual titan; the thought stroked his ego, fanning the flames of his lust. Tightening his grip on her skull, turning slightly more towards her, he hauled her towards his groin.

Letting her blow him was entertaining enough, and served as a decent opening act, but he knew what they were there for. She was a mare, a unicorn mare, and she was submitting herself to him. He’d striped, choked, collared, and used her as an outlet for his sexual desires, because that’s what she was. To him, regardless of how clever or charming she was, she was beneath him. The only difference between her and most other mares was that she knew her place, and she reveled in it.

Growling, rutting into her snout, he stared down at her. Her bewitching, cat-like eyes peered up and locked with his own, glimmering in the light. He wasn’t going all out, assuring she could catch a breath every handful of thrusts, although he couldn’t say the same for his lover. Lifting an arm, abandoning her snatch, she wrapped her fingers around her neck and choked herself.

Effectively giving him a handjob while throating him, Leech affectionately fondled and squeezed the stud’s meaty balls. It was slightly regrettable that she’d stopped fingering herself, yet she wasn’t terribly bothered. She’d end up cumming sooner or later, hopefully while the colossal zebra was plowing her, so she could wait. Tightening her grip and shifting her hand, she felt his cock-head plunging into her esophagus.

Her eyes watered, streaming tears down her face, but she didn’t relent in the slightest. She wasn’t just doing this for the club, she was doing this for him. Someone of the stallion’s status was leagues beyond her, having made something of himself, so she’d have to prove she was worth it. If pledging herself to him would win his favor, it was a small price to pay.

Noticing the mare’s eyes starting to roll back, seeing her face redden, he relaxed his grip and stepped away. Feeling his stallionhood clear her airway, she sharply inhaled and stifled a weak cough. While he couldn’t be completely certain, it had honestly looked like she’d been about to strangle herself to the point of blacking out. He’d been with mares of various ages and backgrounds, having bedded a fair number in his day, but he could honestly say he’d never seen one willing and able to choke themselves out to please him.

Offering his hand to her, he helped her to her feet. She was definitely special, and most assuredly had a fair number of secrets, yet he was sure of one thing - he would make her his. Dreamily grinning at his face, twisting her body away from him, she invitingly wiggled her behind. The seductive gesture was cute, and he felt certain that it would have worked on almost anyone else, but he didn’t budge. Screwing her in a standing doggy would have been simple, almost amateurish, and he had something much, much better in mind.

Stepping over to her, he grabbed her shoulders, stood her up, and pressed her back to his chest. “Grab my neck and hold on,” he growled, having brought his muzzle to her ear.

Reaching up, locking her hands over his thick neck, Leech did as he asked. She’d intended to get banged while using the stripper pole as support, or possibly in a standing cowgirl possession, so his request left her puzzled. The disparity of their sizes and the utter lack of any furniture limited what they could do with one another, yet he clearly had something in mind. As the massive stallion straightened up, leaving her feet dangling just above the stage, he patted her thigh.

The second he lightly touched her, it clicked. The positioning, the way he was turning her to face the audience, and just how tall he was meant there was one position and one position only he was hoping to pull off - a full nelson fuck. Lifting and spreading her legs, feeling her snatch eagerly dripping to the floor, his arms reached out and locked under her knees. Locked in place, effectively pinned to his body, she peered between breasts.

Although she’d become very familiar with him and his massive endowment, seeing his stallionhood from such an angle was downright inspirational and easily one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Protruding from behind her, a mere inch or two beneath her marehood, his dick looked nearly as big as her arm. Slowly lifting her, he flexed his hips and expertly brought her entrance to the leaking tip of his monstrous tool.

“Ready to give them a show?” he breathed into her ear.

“I was born ready, Stud,” she purred, licking the side of his muzzle.

With nothing left to say, and everything left to do, the pair began their depraved display. Using his superior size and strength to his advantage, utilizing his full potential, Mkuu impaled the mare on his throbbing shaft. Crying out, Leech squealed out and thrashed in his grasp. Standing on the pulpit, displaying their passion for the lecherous congregation, they began the show.

Leech’s arms hung to her sides, as she was wantonly plowed - still, she was far from powerless. The decades worth of kegel exercises were for moments like these, allowing her to constrict her canal around his girthy shaft. Even while immobilized or bound, virtually every part of her body was exceptionally trained in the carnal arts. Loosening up on his thrusts, feeling him nudge her womb, she savagely tightened around him on his backstrokes.

The flash of cameras was a welcome reminder that the moment was being recorded, though she’d have to remind herself to get a copy of any particularly good videos or photos. Impending impregnation notwithstanding, having a memento from the occasion would make for a damn good keepsake. Shuffling her legs slightly closer together, as he clutched the back of her head, she contorted herself and milked his pistoning length.

Mkuu wasn’t normally one to bask in the adoration of others, yet he couldn’t help himself from relishing the moment. This was what zebra stallions were supposed to do, to conquer and subjugate those lesser than themselves, and he loved it. Without question, it was the first time he’d openly dominated anyone in such a sinful manner, causing his heart to thunder in his chest.

Slipping into a rut-lust, he ramped up the intensity. While he wasn’t that concerned with the mare’s comfort, her amorous yowling and the iron-grip of her cunt made it obvious that she was enjoying herself as much as him. He’d heard that opposites attract, and it was apparently true; out of all the females he’d bedded, he found himself drawn to her like a moth to flame.

Simultaneously lowering her body and bucking his hips, he used her weight against her. While it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world, he wasn’t concerned about how long he’d last. He could practically sense her desire to be bred, and he was more than happy to oblige that need. Incrementally bringing her body lower and lower, he beat against her womb; she’d be his, soon enough, whether or not she’d fully accepted it or not.

Her first climax hit moments after his stallionhood bludgeoned its way through her cervix. Wracked with ecstasy, mewling incoherently, she lost control of herself. Her toes curled, her thighs trembled, and her marehood lewdly squelched fem-cum, yet she endured. Forcing herself to concentrate, she forced her body to obey; be damned if she was just going to be fucked like a rag doll, especially with people watching!

Moaning with every thrust, squeezing her tits together, she openly drooled over her jiggling bust. It was a proven fact that the overwhelming majority of stallions liked two things, overpowering a mare and knowing that their mate was enjoying their efforts - as such, she gave the stallion both. Throwing her head back, filling her lungs with air, she howled like a beast possessed.

“Yes!” she wailed. “Ruin me for any of these pathetic pony stallions! I live for big, juicy zebra cock!”

All Mkuu could manage was an approving grunt, but his motions spoke more than words. Fucking her with everything he had, he flew into a frenzy. He knew he couldn’t keep up the furious pouncing forever - then again, he didn’t care. She’d soon belong to him, in every possible way, so he could leisurely satiate himself with her whenever and wherever he wanted. His muscles bulged, the blood in his veins ran hot, and he snorted over her neck, as he gave her what she deserved.

Minutes dragged by, though Leech was unsure of how long they’d been going at it. She could practically feel her insides being rearranged, molded to suit him and only him, and the sensation was breathtaking. It wasn’t long before she peaked a second time, but something changed after that. The orgasmic aftershocks became self-sustaining, feeding into one another, and they nearly broke her mind under the rapturous onslaught.

With the din of the crowd drowning out the sounds of their fleshly delight, their bodies covered in sweat, their exhibition reached a crescendo. The stallion gave her one final thrust, hilting himself as deeply as possible, as his pendulous nuts drew taut against his groin. Giving a triumphant bellow, with his cock flaring within her womb, he came.

Though neither could appreciate their display, they were a sight to behold. Mkuu’s length, glistening in marish nectar, throbbed and pulsed in the dim light, as his essence erupted within her. While he’d always been quite productive for a stallion, the potion doubled his output and increased the potency of his seed several times over; it was enough to inseminate dozens of mares, yet it was solely meant for his mate.

Inspired, holding her to himself, he shifted his head and bit down on the side of her neck. His teeth sank deep, breaking her flesh and drawing blood, as he gave her his gift. She screamed and thrashed, wringing every drop cum from his shaft, yet he refused to let her go. Beyond any shadow of doubt, she was his.

The surge of pain mingled with her ecstasy, pushing her past her limits. Every other climax she’d ever had paled in comparison to that moment, and she immediately knew why. The sensation of heat blossoming inside her, realizing that they were making life, was beyond words - nearly beyond comprehension. She could feel her abdomen swelling, being filled with an absolutely profound amount of seething cum, yet he didn’t slow.

Utterly overwhelmed, her senses began to fail; her head spun, odd flickers of light filled her vision, and her limbs felt heavy. How anyone could withstand something so intense was beyond her, although she managed to stay conscious - if only just. She honestly couldn’t say how long he held her, pumping her full of his foal-batter, but it eventually came to an end.

Lifting her up, he unsheathed his softening length from her tender, battered marehood. To her amazement, perilously little of his jizz escaped her, though she couldn’t explain why; perhaps the elixir had made his load thicker than usual, or her body instinctively coveted the precious seed - in either case, only the slightest bit of spunk crept down her inner thigh. Heaving air into her chest, while her feet touched the stage, a gratified exhaustion fell over her.

“So it is done,” Mkuu huffed, holding her steady.

There was a pretty good chance that he’d have to carry her out, given how unsteady she seemed, but he wouldn’t mind. While he may not have looked it, putting on a bold front, he felt nearly as tired as she looked. With one arm around her back, looking down at her swollen belly, he held her to his side.

“J...just one more thing,” Leech wheezed, groggily peering up at his face. As he met her gaze and cocked a brow, she smirked. “Kiss me.”

Leaning in, Mkuu did just that. A passionate kiss, before the teeming mass of witnesses, was the perfect finale for their little escapade. In a decidedly perverse way, it was like some parody of a wedding. There they were, hotly making out after fucking like lust-crazed animals, as the depraved masses cheered them on. It was almost romantic, and it complimented their wanton need for one another perfectly.

Breaking their kiss, Leech sweetly caressed his muzzle. “I hope that’s enough for you today, because all I want is a nice hot bath and a warm bed to sleep in.”

“With me by your side, I should hope,” Mkuu cheekily countered, fondling her breast.

“Of course, who else am I going to have feeding me grapes?” she teased.

Her mirth was infectious, causing him to snicker. “I’ll summon a cab for us, once we’ve gathered your things.”

She took a single unsteady step, before nearly falling against him. “Good, because I ain’t hiking back to the embassy like this.”

Slowly making their way through the crowd, ignoring the shouts and adulation, they eased their way towards the exit. Though their evening had taken an unexpected and wholly momentous turn, neither regretted their actions. The consequences and subsequent planning count wait until the morning, after they’d cleaned themselves and gotten a well deserved night’s rest, but they were each sure of one thing - they’d be there to entertain and support one another for quite some time...