A Mutual Interest

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Zecora, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 7199

With his trip having concluded, Alex returns home to his big, striped lover and his normal routine, but everything isn't as it seems...

Having returned from his trip to Canterlot, leaving his tryst with the Prince behind him, Alex's life has returned to normal. He tends to the house, spends time with Zecora, and everything is as it should be - that is, until he gets an unexpected visitor...

Kinks Include: Male on Male on Male, Open Relationships, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Interspecies, Crossdressing, Body Worship, Cock Worship, Oral, Anal, Size Difference, Threesome, and Cumflation (Cum Inflation)

Cover by: Goddamncat

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Published 2021-09-29 20:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2021-09-29 20:20:04 UTC

Split Down the Middle

Contentedly humming to himself, Alex closed his eyes and allowed the warm water of the shower to rinse him off. Though he’d been home for nearly a month, having returned from his trip to Canterlot, it still felt as though his unexpected and very passionate time with Prince Artemis had only just happened. Thinking back on the alicorn’s adonic good looks, cheerful demeanor, and staggering carnal prowess, his pucker reflexively twitched.

He’d told Zecora all about the experience, of course, since they’d always been open and honest with one another regarding sensual affairs. It had been a bit embarrassing to talk about being bedded by a Prince, but his striped lover hadn’t minded a single bit - in fact, the stallion had playfully mused that he would have done the same thing, had they been in opposite positions. While he was more than happy to be home and back with his mate, he often found himself fantasizing about the alicorn’s sensual touch and honeyed words.

Artemis had quite literally treated him like royalty throughout his stay in Canterlot, sharing his bed and spending an inordinate amount of time with him, although it, like all good things, eventually came to an end. On his final day in the metropolis, the Prince escorted him to the train station, gave him a parting kiss, and saw him off on his journey back to Ponyville. It was a bittersweet farewell, even though the alicorn had promised to stay in touch, and he secretly hoped to make another visit to the umbral diarch.

Stepping out of the shower, having turned off the flow of water, he reached for a towel. Since he’d arrived home, everything had returned to normal - he fell back into his routine of housework and errands, his sleep schedule readjusted, and he relished his time in Zecora’s company. While it wasn’t nearly as exciting as traipsing about at a Prince’s side, the comfort his Zebrican mate afforded was something he’d dearly missed and, truth be told, he wouldn’t give up for the world.

Musing on his striped stud, wondering what the big lug was up to, he wrapped the towel around his waist and traipsed out of the bathroom. One of the benefits of living with the potion maker was that the exotic equine was never far away, having a shop located within a hollowed out tree adjacent to their home - sure, it could be inconvenient at times, especially when customers came knocking at all hours of the day and nite, but it was a small price to pay for having the stallion so close at any given time.

Knock Knock Knock

He paused, having just crossed the threshold to his bedroom to get dressed. Either the cosmos had a sense of humor or, more than likely, the mailpony was running a bit early that morning. Considering if he should bother putting clothes on, hearing yet more rapping from the front door, he stomped his foot and turned around. It truthfully didn’t matter if he was wearing anything or not, considering the ponies of Equestria often went around in the buff, so he tamped down his human modesty and sauntered towards the entrance.

Pausing in the foyer, giving himself a moment to brush the dampened hair from his face, he secured the towel and opened the door to greet his guest. “How can I help…”

His chipper greeting trailed off, as his eyes widened in shock. Blinking rapidly, with his jaw hanging open, he started out at an unmistakable form. The sapphire coat, ethereal mane, and silver peytral would have been distinct enough by themselves, but the sheer size of the pony towering over him was singular. Tilting his head, meeting a pair of brilliant cyan eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

“There’s my little Princess,” Artemis endearingly murmured, stepping forward and snagging the svelte human in a hug.

The sensation of soft fur against his skin, the sonorous voice, and the subtle smell of the stallion’s all-too-familiar scent snapped Alex back to the present, giving him the ability to speak. “Artemis?!” he bleated, torn between embracing the royal and scrambling backwards. “H...how - wha…”

“I did say I would be in touch, did I not?” the Prince hummed, draping his head over the femboy’s shoulder. “May I come in?”

Wholly at a loss for words, unsure of what to say or do, Alex glanced towards the shop’s entrance. Fooling around with someone was one thing, but having them show up at his home and invite themselves in was quite another. Hesitantly hugging the alicorn, hoping to buy himself a precious few moments to think, his mind raced wildly.

He and Zecora had maintained an open relationship for the better part of a year, but there were rules they both followed. First and foremost, any physical acts of intimacy were to be shared with one another and ideally agreed upon beforehand - secondly, and most importantly, they’d agreed to never invite one of their wayward partners into their home without the other knowing about it beforehand. Feeling the Prince’s hoof glide down his back and to his tush, he reflexively started and jumped back.

Artemis reared back and cocked an eye, as he stared down at his little host. “Not exactly what I was expecting, but I certainly appreciate the view…”

Lifting a finger to say something - anything, the sensation of cool air on his tush and nethers derailed his train of thought. Peering down at himself, noticing that the towel had become unfastened and drifted to the floor, he scrambled to cover his loins. Of all the creatures to show up on his doorstep, the last one he could have ever anticipated appearing out of the ether was the charming Prince.

“You’re not supposed to be here!” he meekly groused, stepping into his home and away from any prying eyes outside. “I mean, it’s not like I’m not happy to see you, but you could have told me that you were going to come by?”

“And ruin the surprise?” the alicorn chuckled, boldly following the femboy inside.

Alex’s eyes subconsciously darted to the Prince’s undercarriage, spying the semi-rigid length dangling there. “B...but Zecora.”

“What about me?” a second voice coolly inquired, bringing the young man’s head to whipping to the side.

Appearing from within the kitchen, bearing the smuggest grin Alex may have ever seen, the mohawked zebra strutted into view. “H...H...How…”

“You’re majesty,” Zecora began, respectfully dipping his head at the royal. “I see you’re a bit early.”

“Fashionably early,” Artemis corrected, acknowledging the potion maker’s greeting before smirking down at the dumbfounded human.

Looking between the pair of stallions, digesting everything he’d heard, Alex noiselessly opened and closed his mouth. Zecora was supposed to be working on a batch of hangover cures for an impending bachelor’s party, which compounded the befuddling situation. A part of him was relieved that his stud was present, but that led to an overarching concern - the zebra’s nonchalant and placid reaction to the alicorn’s appearance.

Glaring over at the stud, continuing to try and hide his comparably diminutive endowment, he felt his cheeks darken. “You knew he was coming?”

“I’m afraid to say that, yes, he did,” Artemis whispered, levitating the abandoned towel towards the blushing and nearly exposed femboy. Just as the fabric graced the young man’s fingers, he playfully pulled the linen away. “As a matter of fact, it was his idea.”

The revelation did little to cool Alex’s temper, confusing him all the more. Keeping one hand over his crotch, he stomped over and petulantly thrust a finger into the zebra’s broad chest. “Please explain yourself.”

“By all means, do,” the Prince snickered. “I’m enjoying the view of that delightfully supple rear I’ve been missing.”

“Well - uh -” Zecora fumbled, lifting a forehoof to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “After you got home and told me about your stay at the royal castle, I might have mailed the Prince.”

“Might?” Alex parroted, squinting up at the then flushed stallion.

“To cut to the quick, your stud is quite fond of you,” Artemis interjected, “and covetous…” The admission caused the couple to turn and stare at him, askance. “Don’t look at me, I’m simply relaying what happened.”

“I may have made things clear that you were my mare,” the zebra huffed.

Opening his mouth to reply, Alex found himself unable to speak. He’d known that Zecora was smitten with him, but to go so far as to try and shoo off a Prince was one of the most romantic things he’d ever heard. Wrapping one arm around the stallion’s neck, lowering the zebra’s head towards himself, he smiled.

“Really?” he breathed.

“Well I mean you are my mare,” Zecora softly replied, giving his slender lover a kiss on the forehead. “And I plan to prove it.”

Before Alex could ask what he’d meant, he found himself surrounded by a cobalt aura and floating from the ground. With only one sorcerous creature in the room, his eyes sailed to the culprit. Sure enough, bearing a smug expression and glowing horn, the alicorn smirked back at him. Levitating to and onto the striped stallion’s back, mercifully hiding his growing erection, he silently pouted.

“And how are you going to prove it?” he finally inquired, as the steed wheeled around and started trotting towards the bedroom.

“Just a bit of friendly competition,” Artemis responded, moving alongside the pair. “And before I forget, I brought you a little something.”

Alex wasn’t sure how he’d failed to notice it, but it was only then that he noticed an ornate bag floating just out of arm’s reach. Impulsively extending his arm, wondering what manner of gift lay within, the parcel was snatched away. He felt certain he’d get a good look at whatever their regal guest had brought, yet that did little to remedy the situation.

Naked, confused, and still a bit damp, he was ferried into the master bedroom. While it was true that both the stallions had seen him naked, not to mention they’d viewed him in a number of compromising positions, so there was no real reason to feel bashful - still, he couldn’t help but feel flustered in the presence of two of the titanic dreamboats. As the stallion beneath him came to a halt, he cautiously dismounted and moved towards his dresser - that was, until a banded foreleg barred his progress.

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about getting dressed,” Zecora hummed, motioning towards the floating, mysterious gift.

“Indeed,” the Prince chimed in, setting the package in the young man’s outstretched hands. “I presume you still have that little outfit I gave you?” he asked, prompting his pair of hosts to nod. “After giving it some consideration, I thought it appropriate to bring you something that your fine, potion-making sire would enjoy.”

Staving off the temptation to open the bag, Alex knit his brow. He had, in fact, worn the garments that Artemis had gifted him with on several occasions, including while masturbating a handful of times, leaving him curious about the new articles he’d been given. Lifting his head, he pursed his lips and peered over at his majestic visitor.

“You didn’t have to bring us anything,” he sighed.

Receiving gifts had never been the most comfortable thing for him - not because he didn’t like people to give him things, but because he almost felt indebted. A portion of him knew it was nonsensical, since that’s not how generosity worked. Timidly unfolding the paper and peeking within the parcel, he cocked his head.

“Well don’t leave us waiting! Try it on, for goodness sake,” Artemis haughtily hummed, trotting over to the mohawked stud. “I do hope it’s the proper size…”

Slipping his hand within the package, gently grabbing what looked like a bundle of green fronds, he pulled the item into view. It wasn’t until he lifted the article before himself, turning it over in his grip, did he figure out what he was looking at - a grass skirt. Crafted from immaculately simulated leaves, or possibly enchanted real ones, the piece was simple, becoming, and exceedingly short.

“What else is in there?” Zecora inquired, all but jamming his head in the bag.

“Come now, let the little Princess enjoy the surprise,” the alicorn tutted, bringing the zebra’s motions to a halt. “Go on, Darling, show us what else is in there.”

Though the question was obviously a bluff, considering Artemis was the one who’d purchased everything, Alex was reminded that the skirt wasn’t the only object in the parcel. Walking to the bed, setting the risque garment on the mattress, he carefully extracted the rest of his unexpected presents.

A pair of golden earrings, each fashioned like an enclosed horseshoe, were the first things to catch his eye, but there was something else which piqued his interest. Resting the jewelry by the skirt, he grabbed what appeared to be a small jar or urn. As he lifted the lableless container, lifting the lid and seeing a dark, viscous fluid resting within, he peeked over to his guest and raised a brow.

“What?” Artemis innocently chirped, holding a hoof to his chest. “It only felt right that you have a native Zebrican ensemble to wear for your lover.”
Glancing up at his beaming mate, then over to the smug Prince, Alex tried and failed to calm his mounting excitement. He’d heard tales, hushed whispers that some non-native lovers of zebras would anoint themselves with painted bands upon their bodies. The practice was more than risque, bordering on the taboo, yet he’d often fantasized about it; the only reason he hadn’t painted himself for Zecora was because of how contentious the act was.

“So,” he began, bashfully meeting the zebra’s eyes, “you wouldn’t mind if I…”

“Mind?” Zecora laughed, shaking his head. “Of course I wouldn’t mind! Honestly, I’d been afraid to ask you about it!”

“You’re both quite welcome, though you needn’t thank me,” Artemis interrupted, proudly grinning to himself. “Zecora, might I make a suggestion?”

The zebra lifted his head and peered over at their guest. “I’m listening.”

“How about you lay down, get comfortable, and enjoy the show of young Alex striping himself,” the alicorn continued, moving to the bedside. “If I’m not mistaken, that is the traditional way it’s done.”

Without saying a word, perhaps moving a bit too enthusiastically, Zecora trotted over to, and quickly mounted the bed. Alex watched in barely restrained awe, as the stud eased himself down and rolled to his back. With the stallion’s head resting just under the bed end, he was given the perfect view of his mate’s coal-black nuts and stallionhood - a stallionhood which was growing longer and harder with every fleeting second.

“Go on then,” Artemis teased, casually strolling to the headboard, “don’t leave us waiting.”

It was only then that Alex noticed just how turned on the Prince was. The long, midnight blue length swinging under the alicorn’s belly was as perfect as he remembered it, causing his pulse to quicken. Being in the room with one attractive and aroused stallion would have been thrilling enough, but having two of the colossal studs in one place nearly had him giddy. Able to control himself no longer, with his prick twitching in tune with his heart, he stepped up and onto the mattress.

Standing nearly at the foot of the bed, giving both the equines a good view of himself, he opened the urn and dipped two fingers into the tar-like paint. Since he’d never painted himself in such a scandalous fashion, he wasn’t sure if there was a proper etiquette for the affair. Left to rely on his instincts and theatrical inclinations, after donning the revealing skirt, he ultimately settled on beginning with his limbs.

Spurred by his growing lust, and the pair of eyes keenly set upon him, he traced thick bands and lines over one arm, and then the other, before he set upon his torso. Painting his back wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, nor the most comfortable, but he did what he could to make a show of it. Stopping at his waist, leaving his loins and behind for last, he bent forward and began marking his legs.

“He’s quite limber, isn’t he?” the Prince mused, momentarily smirking over at the zebra.

“He absolutely is,” Zecora quietly remarked, watching the young man steadily move up his thighs and towards his loins, “but I bet you already know that.”

Nodding to himself, seeing the young man turn, Artemis loudly slapped his erection against his belly. “Indeed.”

Listening to the banter, growing more and more turned on, Alex drew little traceries over his inner thighs, around his package, and up to his lower abdomen. While it may not have been traditional, he drew a little heart just above his painfully erect cock. With nearly every part of him marked, having saved his rump for last, he turned around, leaned forward, and reached for his tush - that was, until the sound of a clearing throat caused him to stay his hand.

“I think you should earn having that part painted,” Zecora announced.

“Oh how devilish,” Artemis giggled. “Going to have your little mare earn the right to stripe herself, you devil.”

Though they hadn’t mentioned how he was to earn having his behind marked, Alex was immediately stricken with an idea. Given that he was the zebra’s mare, worshiping and adoring the stud whenever he would allow, maybe a show of his devotion would be in order. Turning to face the supine stallion, he slowly sank to his knees and began crawling towards his lover. He’d never disappointed his lover, so far as he knew, and he’d be darned if this was going to break his flawless track record.

Creeping closer to his stud, hungrily peering at the immaculate package resting before him, the ambrosial musk of Zecora’s stallionhood filled his sinuses. Similar to Artemis’ natural fragrance, yet slightly more harsh, the smell was like distilled, wild masculinity. Incrementally increasing his pace, closing the gap between them, he buried his face in his paramour’s ripe, fuzzy balls.

As he supported himself on one arm, affectionately fondling the pair of nuts in his free hand, his eyelids fluttered. This was his place, worshiping a creature vastly more superior and virile than himself, and he loved it. Dragging his tongue over the thick folds of flesh, steadily raising his head, he worked his way up the towering shaft and towards the fat, blunted head of cock.

“My my - she certainly is an eager little thing,” the Prince noted, trotting down the bed’s side.

“She always is,” Zecora contentedly sighed.

Though Alex was vaguely aware of what they were saying, he was far too focused on the task at hand to care. If he was going to prove himself, that’s exactly what he was going to do. Shifting his hand from his lover’s plump balls to the base of the monolithic stallionhood, he angled the prodigious cock towards his awaiting face. Aside from being exceptionally well-endowed, as he’d grown to find out, equines had remarkably pliable tools.

Staying on all fours, with one hand gently stroking the lower half of Zecora’s length, Alex wrapped his lips around the massive blunted cock-head. The charming fragrance of his stud was swiftly joined by the salty, earthy flavor of his mate’s flesh. Keeping his eyes closed, humming around the absurdly thick shaft, he leaned in and worked the monstrous member into his maw.

Even before he’d come to Equestria, he’d had a fascination with horses - a somewhat dubious fascination, but a fascination nonetheless. Had anyone of his homeland questioned his interest, he would have firmly stated that it was purely a curiosity, but that would have been a lie. He had, in fact, always harbored deep, forbidden urges towards the powerful, graceful beasts, yet it had taken him being whisked off to a magical world to act upon them.

Muscle memory leapt to the fore, allowing him to fellate the zebra with a practiced ease. Rhythmically bobbing his head, bumping the tip of Zecora’s length against the back of his throat, he tenderly jacked off his mate. Even if he wasn’t as large or as strong as a pony, he’d put his sexual prowess against any of the land’s denizens.

“What a sight,” Artemis whispered from somewhere behind him, “it’s almost good enough to…”

Alex hadn’t been paying particularly close attention to what his regal visitor was doing, instead focusing on pleasing Zecora, but his carelessness quickly caught up with him. The sound of the bed creaking was all the warning he had, before something hot and warm pressed against his backside. A startled squeak escaped him, muffled by the thick log of flesh in his mouth, as he peeked back with one eye.

Apparently disinterested in simply observing, Artemis had decided to take a more active role. With his forehooves resting on the bed, and his muzzle firmly pressed to the young man’s behind, the alicorn plunged his tongue into his small host’s tush. It was all Alex could do to shiver with delight, feeling the long, hot appendage dig into his well-trained backdoor.

Being a hopeless devotee for serving stallions had its benefits, but those benefits had demanded he make certain adjustments to his lifestyle. He properly cleaned and lubed himself several times a day, maintaining himself for anytime use by his stud. Another necessity was that he keep himself adequately trained, riding or fucking himself with one of his rather hefty sex-toys if Zecora wasn’t available. Though his preparations took up a fair bit of his time, it meant that he was ready and able to make love to one of the divine creatures at any given time.

Rolling his hips back, grinding his ass on the Prince’s face, he relaxed his throat and forced his head downward. Throating a stallion wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but the intensity and gratification of having something nearly as large as his arm stuffed down his gullet more than made up for the effort. As he choked his airway with the divine meaty pillar, feeling Artemis’ tongue loosen him up, a bead of pre-cum drooled from his dick.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined he’d end up serving a pair of such glorious, becoming stallions, yet there he was and he couldn’t be happier. Raising and lowering his torso, rhythmically fellating most of Zecora’s shaft, he bucked back against the alicorn - not because he was displeased, but because being eaten out was one of the best possible ways he could get warmed up. It was, in a word, perfect, but it felt as though it ended before it even began.

Though he couldn’t say how long he’d stayed there, vehemently sucking his lover off, he eventually sensed Artemis shift and pull away. Wondering what was amiss, or if the Prince had something else in mind, his thoughts raced. Unable to turn his head and look back, quite literally held in place by the tremendous stallionhood in his esophagus, he felt the bed creak and groan beneath him.

“Considering it’s rude to speak with your mouth full,” Artemis breathed, bringing his muzzle to the femboy’s ear, “I believe I’ll just help myself.”

The sensation of something hot, slick, and imposingly big bumping against Alex’s tush meant only one thing - he was about to get just what he’d been hoping for. Seeing the alicorn’s forelegs come to rest at his sides, as the stallion’s chest glided between his shoulder blades, he expectantly arched his back. For all intents and purposes, given just how thick Zecora’s cock was, being plowed by the Prince would be a real warmup for the main event.

Easing his hips forward, gradually sinking his long, vascular stallionhood into the young man’s rump, Artemis nickered. The sound sent a shiver of excitement up Alex’s spine, yet it couldn’t compare to the sublime feeling of being impaled by the alicorn’s shaft. Despite the Prince being slightly girthy as Zecora, he savored the warmth and fullness the regal stud afforded.

“This is so hot,” Zecora reverently breathed, watching his diminutive lover being slowly claimed from behind.

Alex gazed up at the zebra’s face, while he withdrew to take a sip of air. While it was his first time attempting to entertain two partners at once, he did what he could to please them both. Rocking backwards, as he filled his lungs, he fell into a steady rhythm of swaying between the two.

Positioned as he was, the zebra couldn’t add much to the situation, though Alex didn’t mind in the slightest. Raising and lowering his head, all but kissing the fat medial ring on his mate’s length, he constricted around Artemis’ backstrokes. It was a bit like a juggling act, dividing his attention between the duo, yet the sheer amount of stimulation they afforded was staggering.

Listening to their breaths, basking in their warmth, the taste of Zecora’s pre-cum coating his palate, and being all but pinned between them, his mind reeled. It would have been difficult enough to concentrate as things were, but the Prince had other plans. Totally forgetting about the alicorn’s feathered appendages, alternating between looking at the striped stud’s grinning face and groin, he was ignorant to the pair of wings creeping down at his sides.

The sensation of soft wings dancing over his back, delicately slipping around to his chest and tender nipples, added an undeniably sensual element to the moment. His eyes rolled back, doing everything in his power to stave off his impending orgasm. It wasn’t as if either of the stallions would mind if he came first - heck, they may even like watching him blow his pitiable load - but knew that holding out would elevate the experience.

“Zecora, you’re - Mmmph - quite the lucky stallion,” Artemis grunted, gradually thrusting harder and faster. “Had I been blindfolded, I could swear this is a ripe, fertile mare I was rutting.”

Alex trembled, the words tickling his deepest, darkest desires. He often imagined himself as an actual mare, while his mate claimed him. While some may have considered it a silly, unrealistic kink, one he’d only shared with a very select few, the though had pushed him over the edge on innumerable occasions. Unfortunately for him, peeking up to his lover’s face, the zebra was well aware of his lustful imaginings.

“You can nearly sense his desires, can you not?” Zecora countered. “Knowing how small he is, how defenseless, and yet so eager to please us…”

Between the dirty talk, the alicorn ravaging his ass, and the realization that the Prince had absolutely pinned his perverse proclivities left Alex teetered on the brink. It was next to impossible to concentrate on anything, practically forcing himself to keep blowing the striped stallion before him, which left woefully ignorant to just how close the Prince had gotten. It wasn’t until he heard the regal alicorn grunting through gritted teeth, and feeling a divine heat seeping into his depths, did he realize what was happening, but it was too late.

Seeing a stallion cum was astounding, having one paint you was wondrous, but the sensation of one sowing its seed in you was indescribable. His legs and arms buckled, threatening to collapse, as he was stricken with a monumentental climax. As he squirted and sputtered his spunk to the sheets, what felt like pints of seething essence flooded through the Prince’s length and into his rump.

Out of the myriad of benefits bedding a stallion had, the sheer output of their seed had to be one of the best. The huge creatures came buckets, easily dwarfing the amount of spunk any human could dream of producing. Coursing through his depths, bathing his insides with virile warmth, the alicorn’s climax brought with it a tide of ecstasy which sundered his focus.

The momentary lapse in concentration, coupled with the overwhelming rapture of his release, were too much for him to bear. His throat spasmed and he gagged around Zecora’s length, before he was finally able to rear back and clear his airway. It shamed him to stop, especially since he loved to pleasure his mate, but he had no other choice. Thin ropes of saliva and pre-cum connected his lips to his lover’s throbbing length, as he weakly coughed.

“I...I’m - Cough - sorry,” he croaked, shamefully meeting his mate’s eyes.

Even if it wasn’t necessary, he felt bad for potentially ruining everyone’s good time. Ideally, had he been able to restrain himself, he would have gotten a piping-hot deposit in both his rear and mouth - sadly, it hadn’t been meant to be. Remaining still, waiting for the Prince to finish emptying his hefty nuts, he watched his paramour lean in.

“Hey,” Zecora murmured, sweetly stroking the lad’s cheek. “It’s alright, I’m really not upset at all.”

As the alicorn stepped back and haul his softening length free, feeling a small stream of regal cream run down his thigh from his gaped backdoor, Alex shuddered. “Really?”

With a softness belying his size, the zebra lifted the femboy’s chin with a forehoof. “Really…”

“If anything it’s my fault,” Artemis asserted, stepping to their side. “I really must apologize for my lackluster performance. If you didn’t have such an affectionate, gorgeous, and deliciously stimulating mate, I would have lasted at least twice as long, Zecora.”

Both Zecora and Alex blushed, moved by the Prince’s words, but the alicorn wasn’t done with them yet. Artemis’ horn ignited with arcane power, enshrouding the couple in his mystical aura. Before either could act, catching them off guard, he magically lifted the young man from the bed.

“What are you…” Zecora trailed off, knitting his brow. “Why can’t I move?”

“It’s all part of the plan, my good stallion. Please, allow me to repay you both for imposing on your carnal endeavors.”

Alex wasn’t sure what to say, seeing as how the Prince had hardly imposed on anything. It wasn’t the first time he and his mate had shared their bed with another, nor would it likely be the last, and they’d both jokingly discussed inviting Artemis over for a roll in the hay. As he languidly moved through the air, being reoriented into an upward facing position, his legs were sorcerously prized apart.

Experimentally attempting to move, he discovered that only his upper half was free to do as he wished; everything from the waist down was held firmly by the alicorn’s incantation. Peering down, just as Zecora looked up at his face, the pair shared a mixed look of concern and excitement. Neither of them had any say in what was about to happen - then again, neither of them was about to say or do anything to stop their guest.

Steadily being lowered, Alex felt the broad head of his lover’s magnificent cock. The initial bit of rimming had worked him open, and there was more than enough of the Prince’s spunk to act as lube, so everything was ready. As the Prince magically guided his descent, slowly impaling him on his mate’s length, he groaned.

While Artemis’ stallionhood had been fantastic, there was something undeniably marvelous about the zebra’s endowment. His stud was thicker, sported a number of juicy veins along his shaft, and there was an ever-so-slight curve which absolutely demolished his bitch-button. Slipping over the succulent medial ring, seeing a mixture of pre and spunk leak from his semi-erect prick, bit his bottom lip.

If he was being completely honest, both of the stallions were amazing in their own right. Zecora was doting to a fault, while occasionally getting quite wild in the bedroom, while Artemis was refined, elegant, and deliciously cheeky. Having them both in one place, using him as their plaything, was like having a taste of heaven himself - still, he couldn’t let his visitor do all the work.

Running his hands up and down his slender frame, making a show of touching himself, he moaned and threw his head back. Putting on a bit of a performance was always a must, but having the alicorn use him like a sex-toy for his mate made the job all the more easy. Tweaking and twisting his nipples, coming to rest on the zebra’s lap, he clenched his needy hole.

He would have eagerly ridden his lover to finish, under ordinary circumstances, but the opportunity was robbed from him. Almost as quickly as he hilted his stud, he was nonchalantly raised about midway up the zebra’s length then slammed back down again. Falling into a steady rhythm, being deep-dicked by his guest, he glanced over to the Prince.

“Now that I’m able to get a better look, I’m quite amazed that you can accommodate either of us,” Artemis murmured, leaning in to watch the femboy’s pucker stretch around the obsidian length. “Zecora, perhaps you’d like a nice view when next I bed our fine little mare?”

“I...I’d - Oh fuck - y...yeah…” Zecora all but whimpered, gazing down at his lover’s bouncing, leaking prick.

The lack of control, being watched, and the teasing heightened Alex’s bliss beyond words. It’d never occurred to him that magic could be used in such a debaucherous, sinful manner, yet he was overjoyed with the revelation. Effectively being used to jack off his mate, able to do little more than squeeze the zebra’s shaft, he found himself quickly rebounding towards a second climax.

Feeling the soft touch of feathers on his back, he turned his head and glanced over at the Prince. Though it was the first time he’d ever fooled around with Artemis and Zecora at the same time, he desperately hoped it wouldn’t be their last such encounter. Seeing the alicorn’s smirk, somehow knowing his guest was up to no good, his smile broadened.

“Getting close again, are we?” Artemis mused, spying the lad’s painfully erect dick.

Nodding, doing his best to speak, he was only eventually able to reply. “Y...yeah…”

“Good,” the Prince intoned, as his horn glowed brighter than before.

In the blink of an eye, Alex’s pace changed. He’d been, for lack of a better word, riding Zecora with long, deep strokes, but that changed to a furious, almost frenzied jackhammering instantly. The pitch of his voice increased an octave, saliva dangled from his chin, and he was nearly forced to climax on the spot, were it not for one thing - the sensation of his mate throbbing within him. Looking to his lover’s face, seeing the zebra’s eyes screwed tightly shut, he knew the time was growing near.

“If you don’t mind,” Artemis interrupted, shaking the young man from his reverie, “would you mind cleaning me off?”

Watching the Prince step onto the bed, and place his forehooves on a pair magically constructed platforms, Alex was left speechless. Straddling the ridden zebra, presenting his semi-rigid stallionhood to the smitten, lust-crazed femboy, he didn’t have to wait long to get what he wanted. Without so much as questioning his guest, Alex leaned forward and began reverently suckling on the noble’s cum-slickened cock.

“Alex, I...I can’t…” Zecora grunted, beginning to flair within his lover.

Alex’s hands sailed to his abdomen, feeling the girthy head of Zecora’s length swelling to nearly twice it’s usual size. He would have begged his mate to breed him, had he not been making out with the alicorn’s dick - mercifully, there was no need. Constricting his well-trained pucker around the zebra’s massive stallionhood, feeling the stud’s shaft pulsing wildly, his lover erupted within him.

He’d bedded Zecora more times than he could count, and he’d only just been plowed by the Prince, yet the sensation of being claimed by the stud - his stud was downright cathartic. He never stood a chance, immediately cumming without so much as touching himself. His relatively minuscule load painted the zebra’s chest and belly, contrasting against the black stripes, while he was steadily filled with an insane amount of seed.

It was a darn good thing that he was magically held in place, because he would have toppled off otherwise. For the briefest moment, he weaved in and out of consciousness, with the room fading in and out of view. Ecstasy overtook him, robbing him of the ability to move or think, eclipsing every sensation and drowning him in a sea of pure rapture. It was a blessed feeling, one that few if any would ever experience - not because others were incapable of making love, but because he fully believed that such moments were only possible with having a stallion as a lover.

As impossible as it seemed, he could feel his belly starting to bloat from the influx. Artemis’ considerable deposit still rested within him, filling him considerably, but the additional seed pushed even his considerable limits. Rearing back, clearing his maw from the Prince’s stallionhood, he gazed down at himself in wonder. His once flat stomach was now somewhat rounded from the fillings he’d received.

“Don’t stop,” Artemis huffed, demanding his host’s attention, “I..I’m - Huff - close…”

Alex hadn’t even considered his regal visitor would be nearing another orgasm, so the polite plea caught him unprepared. Glancing down the Prince’s length, seeing that the alicorn had apparently been stroking himself off, he summoned his strength and put himself to work. Adding his hands to the effort, lightly kneading and stroking the regal steed to finish, a smaller, yet still considerable amount of jizz gushed over his face and chest.

Viscous, white spunk dripped and trailed down his slender frame, coating the painted stripes on his body and glazing him like a donut. He would have been happy fellating the diarch to finish, but being tagged by the alicorn was something he hadn’t experienced on his trip to Canterlot. Catching the final few spurts of regal essence in his open, eagerly awaiting mouth, savoring the sensation of being positively covered in cream, he obediently closed his eyes and showed off his cum-filled maw to the pair of stallions.

Carefully stepping back and down to the floor, breathing heavily from the arcane exertion, Artemis turned his head to the supine zebra’s face. “My compliments - you’ve trained him exceptionally well.”

Zecora shook his head and peered up at his cum-drunk mate. “Don’t thank me, he did that all by himself.”

The compliments brought a blush to Alex’s cheeks, as he was eased down to his mate’s lap. Though he could have dismounted from his lover, he simply leaned forward and draped himself over the zebra’s belly and chest. Regardless of whether they had company or not, spooning after a lay was almost a requisite. Closing his eyes, finally able to relax, he hugged his stud tightly.

“You two really should get a bigger bed,” Artemis lightheartedly groused, stomping a hoof.

Stroking the young man’s back, Zecora shrugged. “I mean, it’s large enough for the two of us.”

“A proper bed should be big enough to comfortably hold a minimum of three. I should hope you’ll consider investing in a larger one,” the Prince remarked, trotting towards the restroom. “That is, unless you’d rather not have me visit again…”

“Wait,” Alex rasped, craning his head to look at the alicorn. “You want to come back?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Artemis countered. “As a matter of fact, would you have me, I’d like nothing more than to make this a regular occurrence.”

Utterly dumbfounded, Alex didn’t know what to say. Zecora was an unparalleled lover, with Artemis being the only creature to ever give his mate a run for his money, and he’d never given much thought to having a regular third. Serving both of them had been the experience of a lifetime, something he could easily see himself nearly growing addicted to, so the idea of having the Prince as a third was like something out of a daydream! Lowering his head, looking into his lover’s eyes, he silently prayed for his paramour’s blessing.

“I mean…” Zecora hummed, trying and failing not to grin, “that was probably the hottest thing we’ve ever done together.”

“Thank you!” Alex bleated, hugging the zebra’s chest; pulling away, nearly as quickly as he’d begun, he beamed over at the alicorn. “And thank you too!”

“If you’re going to thank me, wait until I’ve contributed to a few improvements,” Artemis corrected, coolly holding up a hoof.

Shifting his head to the side, piquing a brow, Zecora incredulously gazed at the alicorn. “Improvements?”

“A new bed, spacious guest room, and perhaps a hot tub,” the Prince explained, languidly turning back towards the restroom. “Cuddling after a rousing session of lovemaking is all the more wondrous after a group bath, if I do say so myself, but I digress. Come now, I’d hate for our - Ahem - essence to begin drying in anyone’s fur or hair,” he added. With that, having stated his ambitions, he trotted out of view.

Waiting a few seconds, hearing the sound of footfalls move down the hallway, Zecora looked into the young man’s eyes. “Do you think he was serious?”

“Gods, I hope so,” Alex admitted, pecking the stud’s nose. “You know you’re more than enough for me, you didn’t seem to mind seeing him play with me.”

“Oh I definitely didn’t mind,” Zecora snickered, flexing his softening cock. “Not like you were complaining either.”

“True,” Alex sighed, resting his head. “Remind me to be mad at you later…”

The zebra stiffened slightly, resting his hoof on the lad’s head. “For…?”

“For knowing he was coming and not telling me,” Alex grumbled, clenching his stuffed hole.

“Hah - yeah, you can fuss at me later,” Zecora sighed, relieved that there’d been no real gripe. “You want to join him?”

“Y…yeah,” the lad murmured, shakily unsheathing himself and getting to his feet.

“I nearly forgot one thing,” Artemis announced, stopping at the door. Hurrying back to the bed, dipping one hoof in the crock of paint, he motioned the couple over. “Zecora, give me your hoof for a moment.”

The zebra complied, extending his forehoof without a bit of hesitation, and had the proffered hoof marked in the thick ink. “What’s this for?”

“Alex, darling, be a dear and present yourself,” the alicorn intoned, prompting the lad to wheel around and bend over. Pressing his hoof to the femboy’s left glute, he waved for Zecora to do the same. In the blink of an eye, a pair of complementing hoofmarks anointed the young man’s supple rump. “There, perfect.”

Pushing himself up, grinning from ear to ear, Alex leaned forward and locked lips with his lover. He couldn’t rightly say how serious Artemis had been about enhancing their home, or paying regular visits, but he genuinely prayed that the alicorn hadn’t been bluffing. With a loving zebra as his mate, and a literal Prince as their third, he could already tell that the next chapter of his life would be more exciting than ever...