A Striped and Lunar Tryst

The Sun was rising above the horizon, dawn was breaking, and all of Equestria was waking. It was another glorious morning all across the land, more so in Canterlot, home of the royal sisters, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. While the other Princesses, Cadance and Twilight Sparkle, resided in their own castles, Canterlot was the center of Equestrian might and splendor. As well as this, it was home to the various noble families that lived within the mountainous city. Though the train was seen as the primary means of transportation, often there was a large air balloon used for traveling across vast distances.

Riding along one such massive air cruiser, were the banners of something Equestria does not often see; Zebras. Their banner was a deep blue, like the night sky before the heavens give way to the darkness, within was the reptilian shape of a dragon split by a bolt of lightning, with thunderclouds shaped as zebra stripes floating in the background. This was the banner of the Dhoruba Clan, an influential mercantile clan that has helped pioneer many of the trading routes across the Zebralands; even gaining a royal francise from one of the four Princes, Prince Abraxas.

Sitting on a lavish makeshift throne of fine cushions and fabrics, a zebra of middle age, his body still as muscular and fit as his younger years, but the signs of gray along his beard and mane revealed the many seasons of life this zebra had lived. Dressed in the robes of what even the more ignorant would consider nobility, he relaxed on his seat, drinking from a fine golden goblet. The scent of fruit wine stimulated his senses, licking his lips as he enjoyed the flavor of the drink. Taking a deep breath, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, the journey has been long but he believed it would soon be worth it.

“Nearly there.” The zebra said to himself, swirling the goblet within his fingers. Looking over to the nearby guards, a pair of zebras dressed in leather and iron armor, each holding a spear at the ready for anything. “I wonder what type of negotiator the Princess is?”

“My Lord Hekima?” Called the feminine voice of a zebra mare as she bowed before the zebra noble. She was dressed in a fine colorful fabric that wrapped around her curves, showing both a professional and yet exotic form, all topped with a mane that ended in tied upwards dreadlocks. “We shall be arriving in Canterlot within the hour.”

“Excellent, Uzuri, most excellent.” Hekima nodded, taking another sip of his drink. “We should begin final preparations. Where is Joka’la? Where is my son?”

“He…is still resting my lore.” Uzuri responded, letting out a low sigh, as if this was not the first time. “He has been more than a little restless since our departure.”

“I see. Well, wake him and bring him here.” Hekima ordered, before putting his goblet down abruptly. “And be sure he is dressed and presentable. I do not care how you do it.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Uzuri said with a bow, letting only a small smirk curl her lips. “I will bring him to you.”

Making her way to the personal chambers of Joka’la, the only son of Lord Hekima, it only sent a small shiver down Uzuri’s spine. She had little to worry about from the younger zebra; at least while during this journey. Back home, it was a different story, he was a far more…difficult burden. Because of his wealthy upbringing. Joka’la wanted for nothing, and this only made him insatiable. There wasn’t a mare of interest that didn’t make the zebra lord want to possess and claim her as a member of his seemingly endless harem. Though the concubine and harem system was well established in the zebralands, Joka’la took this to the farthest degree thought manageable by a single Zebra.

Once at the main doors of Joka’la’s chamber, Uzuri only gave another sigh. She knows the young lord had been more than a little restless since they left the Zebralands. This wasn’t the first time he had to accompany his father on a business negotiation, but it was the first time he had to go without even his favorite concubines along with him. Needless to say, this did not go over well with him, and one to many arguements with Hekima was enough to not only limit Joka’la’s freedoms while on the voyage, but he also forbade him from engaging in any sexual activities with anyone during the trip. Uzuri couldn’t help but bring herself to a chuckle when she recalled the embarrassing restraints holding down the young lord’s cock and balls.

“Well, perhaps he finally learned his lesson?” Uzuri chuckled to herself, before composing herself, clearing her throat as she raised a hand to knock at the large door. Knocking at it, she waited a moment, looking at the two other zebra guards stationed at his door. “My Lord? Lord Joka’la? Your father has ordered your presence.” There was only silence in response. “My Lord, I know you are awake, not open this door, or I shall do it.” There was still only silence. Sighing, she gestured to the guards. “Would you be so kind?” The guards nodded, and together, forced the door open.

Within the room, a heavy smell of musk bellowed out, nearly choking Uzuri as she gazed inside. Though it was a powerful scent, she held her composure. Laying, fully naked and irritated, atop a massive cushioning bed, with fine blankets and pillows, Joka’la, the male zebra only groaned in frustration as he seemed reluctant to move from where he lay. Uzuri only rolled her eyes as she took a somewhat careful step into the room. Though she knew it would be a somewhat annoying sight, she brought her eyes to the lord’s dick. Thankfully, it was still wrapped in the restraints that left what was his usual, impressive bulge, to barely that of a colt. This only brought a further giggle to her lips.

“What is it, Uzuri?” Joka’la asked, his tone giving off his greater annoyance over being disturbed. “What does the old man want?”

“I am pleased to report, that we shall be arriving in Canterlot within the hour.” Uzuri explained, her gaze now lifted to Joka’la’s face. “Your father wishes to see you before we land.”

“Probably wants to go over the inventory again.” Joka’la groaned again, showing no shortage of annoyance over the situation. “Can’t he just have this taken off? I’m dying here!”

“Perhaps if you perform well enough, you can sway him to change his degree.” Uzuri suggested, knowing full well such efforts would be seen as beneath the zebra lord. “Or you can remain as you are, and be nothing more than a shame to the Dhoruba family while visiting this foreign land?”

“Ugh, I can’t do that.” Joka’la complained, rolling a little out of bed. “Father will cut me off from my fun back home if I do that.” Getting up fully, he did a small stretch and flex of his muscular body. His own mane, cut as a short mohawk was a matted mess, showing how little care he put into himself across this journey. “Very well, tell him I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Now, now, we both know it’s never a minute.” Uzuri said, gesturing back to the other guards. Pointing to Joka’la, she smirked. “Prepare him.” The guards wasted no time approaching the young lord, overwhelming him as he was too tired to put up any resistance. “We must be presentable to your father after all.

Now standing before his father, Joka’la, now dressed in a simple, yet elegant pair of pants and silk shirt. While it would be far more expensive attire for the average being, but to a noble like them, this was casual. Scratching the back of his head, he stared at Hekima, who seemed to be enjoying some fresh fruits from a silver bowl. Uzuri remained in the back of the room, it was not her place to stand so close to the nobility when they were in the midst of a serious discussion. After a few short minutes of eating his meal, the older noble looked back to his son. ‘

“Now, we shall be arriving within the hour.” Hekima commented, looking up and down his son’s posture. “I trust you have learned your lesson while we traveled?”

“I…I have a father.” Joka’la replied, though with slight reluctance in his tone. He settled himself. “I am ready to behave, or at least, I swear to not interfere with your negotiations.”

“I will take that as your word then.” Hekima nodded, getting up from his throne. He gestured a strange pattern with his fingers. Small sparks twinkled out from the tips of his fingers before finally ending along Joka’la’s body. “There, your binding is lifted. Do not force my hand again.”

“I understand.” Joka’la said, taking a breath of relief, but struggled a little to hold back just how much backed up he was. But that would be a problem for later. “Now then, what do you require of me?”

“Son, what are we?” Hekima asked, turning around from his son. Grabbing at the goblet, he took another drink. “This isn’t a rhetorical question, I am quite serious. What are we?”

“We are merchants.” Joka’la answered, having heard the question before, though it had been many years since he heard his father ask this. “We live and die by the profits we make.”

“Very good, but times have changed.” Hekima added, flickers of pride echoed in his voice as he continued. “Not only is it good to turn a good profit, but it is the connections we make, the bonds we share, and the oaths we keep.” Taking another breath of relief, he continued. “Because of this, we cannot afford to make a bad impression.”

“I understand, we are to make the best possible impression on the royals of Canterlot.” Joka’la nodded, taking a few steps forward to grab a few of the fruits his father was eating. “So you want us to be the best we can be?”

“This also means a final look over of the inventory we are trying to sell them.” Hekima answered, putting down the goblet. “We should be able to do one last inspection before we arrive.”

“And that’s why you…” Joka’la was ready to get an annoyed by the instructions, but after what happened last time he diagreed with him, he was without sex for weeks. “Alright, alright, let’s get this over with.”

The skies over Canterlot were perfect for the airship to land, settling on a massive landing platform. The view of the mountainous city was certainly more than a little overwhelming for Joka’la, but he kept some measure of composure. Hekima only kept his eyes on their goal, the massive castle resting higher up on the upper portions of the mountain. The younger zebra seemed less interested in the houses and the castle within the city, but rather the mares. Given his recent limits, he couldn’t help but marvel at the numerous “options” he could consider around him.

As the ship landed, getting a better view of the citizens, Joka’la could almost feel his own lust swelling as he looked at the mares. He had read in a few books that the ponies of Equestria had a more “restricting” clothing, and yet as he let his eyes wander, he couldn’t help but imagine all the various ways he could tear such fragile garments from their curvaceous bodies. Licking his lips, he could only smell their arousal on him as he was ready to really enjoy the visit, only for the firm and strong hand of his father on his shoulder.

“Do not embarrass me, son.” Hekima said firmly, his tone already showing a small echo of frustration. “We are here to negotiate trade with the Princesses, and I will show you absolute misery back home if you ruin this deal. Understand?”

“I know, I know.” Joka’la groaned, rolling his eyes a little as he looked between his father and the mares. “I’ll…try not to bring you any worries.”

“See that you don’t.” Hekima commented, but his eyes gazed up as he noticed something ahead. “Ah, they’re here now.”

Looking over where his father was, seeing a few, if not a half dozen or so royal guards approaching them. They certainly wore more cumbersome armor compared to the zebra guards standing behind them. The heavy armor gleamed in the bright sunlight, almost mirror polish as they walked to the two of them. Ahead of them, a unicorn stallion, white fur but with some gold accents to his armor, only continued as the others only stopped and stood in place. Their leader perhaps? The captain of the guard? Would the Princesses even send someone of such status to great some traveling merchants?

“Greeting, Lord Hekima.” The guard spoke, keeping his gaze on Hekima, but Joka’la could see this guard was far more aware of his surroundings, with a hand always ready for a weapon. “My name is Guard Captain Shining Armor, and it is my honor to escort you to the Princesses for the negotiations.”

“A please, Guard Captain.” Hekima greeted back with a partial bow of his head. “We are honored to be given such a service. My son and I shall follow you. But first, we still have plenty of goods to bring, gifts for the Princesses.”

“That is no problem, we can bring anything you require to the castle.” Shining Armor explained, gesturing to his guards. “My men and I will take care of any unloading you like.”

“That is a kind gesture. I ask only that the cargo be left in the crates they are in.” Hekima nodded, looking over to the airship. “For now, I would very much like to meet the Princesses for the negotiations.”

“Of course.” Shining Armor said with a nod, turning to the others. “Right this way please.”

Walking along the streets of Canterlot, Hekima remained focused on the objective, while Joka’la only had eyes for every mare he could see during the walk. While some dressed like casual tourists, or some other garments that showed off their sexy bodies. It was only when they reached the more noble districts, the choice of clothing was even more revealing. The “outdoor” dresses and clothing these far wealthier ponies wore were something out of some erotic magazine he had read once or twice. His mind raced with all manner of ideas over what he could do to these mares. He had heard rumors of nobility being far more into various forms of adultery.

Reaching the castle, even Joka’la had to lean back a little as he looked at the massive size of the castle. It was a sight to behold, and he was quite impressed with its scale. What’s more, he was even more impressed by the numerous mare servants that seem to be employed here. The guards were all dressed the same, with some variance in terms of some earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns, but looking back and forth, Joka’la could tell he was going to have a difficult time telling them apart.

Once within the large room, the throne room to the best of Joka’la’s guessing, the presence of the two monarchs sitting on their twin thrones were certainly an overwhelming sight to behold. Princess Celestia was as regal as he heard from his father, she was tall, a little bit bigger in size than even the two large zebras. Her attire was also one that Joka’la could barely look away from. A dark alabaster dress that tightly hugged her form, but was sleeveless, and ended at just below her knees. Though it didn’t show off her features, he could tell her breasts were utterly massive, and her flank were probably hip shattering. But he quickly held in such thoughts, coughing a little.

“Princess Celestia, Princess Luna.” Shining Armor announced, kneeling on one knee as he welcomed Joka’la and Hekima. “Lord Hekima, Merchant Prince of the Zebralands.” Both zebras bowed, though they remained standing.

“Welcome.” Celestia greeted, her voice seemed to echo out within the audience chamber, and yet it was surprisingly soft in tone. “I am thankful we could have such a meeting, Lord Hekima.”

“We are more honored, Princess.” Hekima said, looking up to Celestia. “I would love to show what I have to offer, and would most certainly savor the chance to only create greater bonds between our nations.”

“Very well, let us discuss trade.” Celestia commented, standing from her throne. “We have a conference room that is much easier to present your offer.”

“Of course.” Hekima said, turning for a moment to look at his son. Joka’la was seemingly awestruck by something. “Joka’la? What is-” Turning back towards the Princesses, he saw the answer.

Though somewhat overshadowed by the larger Celestia, Princess Luna was a much more regal and yet hidden wonder to behold. Though not as tall, she stood at the same heights of her subjects, and her body was nearly an opposite to her sister. A pair of tits and ass that seemed to perfectly fit with her form. Even her black dress seemed to better show off her curves, and yet held a subtle hint of restraint in the way she dressed. Swallowing hard, Joka’la wasn’t sure how to handle looking at such a mare. Hekima, fully aware of what his son must be thinking, cleared his throat, shaking the younger zebra from his gazing.

“It seems my son is still tired from the journey.” Hekima commented, lying to get his son away from the Princesses. “Perhaps he can retire for the day as you and I discuss our trade arrangements?”

“Of course.” Celestia nodded, gesturing with her hand to one of the guards. “If you could be so kind as to escort him to his chambers?”

“Yes, Princess.” Replied the voice belonging to a mare Royal Guard. Hearing her voice, Hekima could only imagine what would happen with his son along with her. But he couldn’t speak out and reveal his son’s lustful behavior. All he could hope for was that Joka’la would behave himself, as unlikely as it was to him. “Right this way.”

Canterlot’s Castle was even more massive than Joka'la thought. Not only that, but the hallways were simply endless. It was such a headache to walk this vast distance. The only two things that seemed to alleviate his boredom was the beautiful stained glass windows, each depicting a major piece of Equestrian history. The other, and more lovely of the two, was this mare guard. Despite the armor she wore, her figure held such a round and wondrous ass. Licking his lips, the zebra couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself. Maybe this visit wouldn't be too bad.

"So…tell me about yourself." Joka'la asked, feigning any actual care for this mare’s words. "Being a royao guard must be quite a demanding role."

“I do what I must for the Princesses.” The guard stated, seemingly uninterested in what Joka’la was saying. “You and your father have been given one of the best accommodations in the castle.”

“Fantastic.” Joka’la commented, as the guard stopped at the door. “Kind of a big door.”

Opening the door, Joka’la’s eyes were met with the sight of a lavish and massive room. It was certainly big, beyond what he expected the castle to offer. With his sharp eyes, he saw as a series of glyphs and sigils have been carved into the doorway. Though the language was different, the magic was familiar to the clever zebra. An enchantment placed on the archways of doors to create a near pocket space, expanding the size of a room greater than normal. Chuckling to himself, Joka’la could only imagine how cramped this room would’ve been without the charms.

“Here you are my lord.” The guard said, bowing a little in respect as Joka’la took a few steps into the room. “I hope it is to your liking.”

“Oh I think it is.” Joka’la commented, but only turned to place a hand under the mare’s chin. “But I think it’s lacking some more beauty.”

“M-my lord?!” The guard stuttered, blushing a little as the zebra’s prescence was seemingly making her body warm up a little. “I-I-I should return to my…I mean to say…” Her body was getting hotter as she could feel herself tensing up. “I-I-I should really…I…I…”

Leaning back on the edge of the large and soft bed, Joka’a was savoring a sip of fine wine in a silver chalice as he enjoyed the view. The view itself, as his eyes looked back down, was the same mare guard, her armor discarded and laying randomly about the floor. Her pussy was dripping a small mess on the floor as her head bobbed up and down along Joka’la’s thick cock. His girth throbbed in the mare’s throat, swelling it a little as she was almost transfixed by the pure masucline feeling of the thick size inside her. As well as this, it was his dense musk that was driving her senses into a frenzy of lust.

“The mares here really are nothing but sluts aren’t they?” Joka’la laughed to himself, finishing his drink as the guard was nearly halfway over his dick. “But there’s so much they lack compared to my whores back home.” Putting his chalice down on the side, he took both hands to the sides of the mare’s head, fucking her mouth with better fervor. “There we go. Take it you whore! I’ve been pent up since I left home.”

Thrusting faster and faster, Joka’la gave no real regard for the mare’s needs, making sure to keep her deepthroating over his cock as long as possible. Thankfully, being a royal guard, she had a good lung capacity, barely gagging as she struggled a little here and there. But she was seemingly eager to only take in this fat cock, making her pussy only spasm out in further and further longing. The musk that radiated off this stallion was only making this mare more willing to do whatever it took for it. It was only after her lips were able to nearly kiss against Joka’la’s waist that he chuckled.

“There we go, you’re almost there.” Joka’la mocked, humping faster and faster, his heavy, cum filled balls smacked against her chin. “I’m gonna cum soon. Ready to taste a real stallion’s seed? You’re never going back to those weak ass ponies after this slut.” The mare only moaned muffled cries as she was getting to her own climax. “Here…it…comes…take it you whore guard!”

Bottoming out in the mare, Joka’la’s cock swelled further, nearly clogging her throat as the zebra released himself in her. His thick, intoxicating cum flowed down her throat, throbbing and twitching with each passing moment. She was squirting out her own release as she came from just the masculine taste of this stud. He only continued to thrust, slower, but focused as he kept his cum from even spilling a drop. As she drank, the guard’s own belly was filling, leaving a somewhat small bump, more aking to a hearty meal, and easy to hide under her armor. But this wasn’t the end of Joka’la’s fun, not even close. His father had cut him out of fun on the long journey, and he still had plenty left to cum.

“Come on, we’re not done yet.” Joka’la commented, pulling his cock free of the guard’s mouth. As if by instinct, she swallowed as much cum that remained in her throat. “Get on the bed, I wanna see how tight you equestrian whores are.”

“Anything for you.” The guard cooed, seemingly too far lost in her pleasure for anything. Completely unrecognizable from how she was not too long ago. Laying on the bed, she easily spread her legs for Joka’la, showing off her eager lust for the fat zebra cock in front of her. “Please…fuck me…I need it…”

“Not the best begging, but it’s a start.” Joka’la commented, plopping his cock along the mare’s pussy, rubbing a little along her slick pussy lips. “But you look a little tight. You think you can handle this?” As he lay his dick along her body, the tip was nearly poking against the bottom of her tits. Smirking, he angled the cockhead against her moist entrance. “I’m kidding. I don’t give a fuck what you think. I only wanna see what happens when I do this!”

Thrusting as hard as he could, Joka’la nearly bottomed out in the mare’s pussy. Halfway into her, and she was howling out in pleasure, making her only tighten her inner coils around the shaft. The zebra only continued to thrust in and out of the mare, grabbing at her slim waist to get a better angle to bury his cock as best as he could. The guard’s head arched back, moaning and panting as she came again over the superior zebra shaft. It was better than anything she had ever felt before, as her pussy was being stretched more so than any equestrian stallion could make her feel.

“There we go…” Joka’la grunted, thrusting harder and faster, making sure to let his cock rub against every inch of her most sweet and sensitive spots. But this only seemed to make the zebra chuckle more and more between panting breaths. “Fuck! You equestrian mares are so fucking tight! Are the stallions here just that small?”

The guard could only let out louder and more sultry whorish moans, she was incapable of thought and reason, only passion. Joka’la only continued to fuck as best as he could, making sure to have his cokchead press and kiss against the mare’s cervix. Smirking, he could nearly see his dick through the mare’s body as her belly bulged a little with each thrust. She was tight, and not just a tightness he had savored by his prized harem back home, but tight enough to force him to put more strength and effort in his thrusts.

The mare’s body was burning hot, her large tits, once held back by her armor, were bouncing freely, her hard nipples trembling as she could feel another hard and sloppy wet climax coming. By this point, there was no telling how many times she had come, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as Joka’la’s body was pleasuring her in ways she never felt, not even the deepest and more depraved of wet dreams had she known such wonders. As if by instinct, her arms grabbed at the zebra’s and her legs wrapped around his hips.

“What’s this? Locking me in place?” Joka’la laughed, looking along her sweating legs and arms. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, no thoughts, save that of lust and longing rippled in her eyes. “Looks like you love it.” She only moaned as he spoke, his words sending her mind deeper into a lustful daze. “You love that fat dick? That fat…throbbing…zebra…cock?” The mare only moaned, making the zebra smile widen as he was losing himself in the pleasure as well. “Well, with these legs on me, it looks like I’m stuck. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you until your legs give out.”

Without further words, Joka’la did as he said. His hips humped and moved in a faster and faster motion. Sweat beaded down his muscular body as he only continued to drive his cock in and out of this mare. Her cervix gushed out in climax as her womb quivered, her mind and body were begging for it. She wanted it, she couldn’t think of anything else but the feeling of this magnificent zebra stud was making her his. She was his slut, a whore to be fucked and filled with his thick and potent seed. Even if there were lingering thoughts to try and sway her from his cum filling her womb, bloating her belly, and saturating her ovaries in his legacy, her body was acting as if she were in a strong and dire heat. This pseudo estrus echoed out in her moans as she felt the urge to be bred.

“Such a dirty…fucking…slutty…fuck!” Zoka’la groaned, feeling his heavy, cum filled balls tighten against his body. He was going to cum, and while he would most likely be given a massive scolding by his father after this, none of that mattered to him at this time. “I’m cumming you slut! Take it and get pregnant!” Whether he really wanted to impregnate this mare didn’t matter to him, he only wanted to mark her insides with his cum and burn himself deep in her womb.

Letting out a low groan, mixing in a chorus with the mare’s soft and sultry moans, the two of them came. And while the guard’s pussy soaked along Joka’la’s dick, waist, and stained the bed with her sweat and cum, the zebra’s was much stronger. His cum coursed through his shaft, releasing directly into her womb as he bottomed out inside of her. His dick swelled as her pussy squeezed along his girth. So tight was this embrace that not a drop of cum leaked out from the sides of his cock. With nowhere else to go, the cum filled her womb, causing her belly to swell out as she looked more and more full of cum.

The mare gasped out in a breathless scream as she could only feel tremors of lust ripple throughout her entire body. Twitching and feeling nothing more than the tingling of pleasure, even the slight cool of the room’s air kissing against her sweaty body was enough for the mare to feel the pleasure renew over and over again. It was like she was in a loop of longing and the sensation of the still cumming, throbbing cock within her pussy caused one or more motions of the body. There was no going back, nothing would satisfy her pussy after this encounter. Not that there were currently any thoughts in her mind as she lay in the afterglow.

Looking down at the mare, Joka’la could see the same look on her face. It was clear in her eyes, she was broken. Not beyond use, but there was no way she could go for another round. It was something he was all too familiar with. The guard would do her duty to be sure, but there was no way she was going to hide her rounded belly too easily. Though not swollen enough to give the impression of being impregnated, it certainly was noticeable. A chuckle escaped his lips as he could only imagine the blush of embarrassment of being so full of cum. It wasn’t the first time he had filled a mare’s slutty hole, but this would be the first that he planned to be many times while he was staying in this kingdom.

Thinking back for a moment, Joka’la couldn’t help but reminisce back to his harem back home. Zebras of all shapes, sizes, skill sets, and even experiences. Those were pleasures he longed for, and yet now he was in Equestria, with this. Sighing a little, he pulled his cock free of the mare’s pussy, letting out a gush of his still steaming hot cum as it poured from her gaping hole that served as her pussy before Joka’la had fucked into a sloppy mess. As if to just add a little more to his conquest of this mare, the zebra let out a final thick rope of cum across the mare’s chest and face, even leaving a mess across her mane.

“If I knew they’d tire this easily, I would’ve brought a concubine from home.” Joka’la grumbled to himself. “Ponies here are far too weak. I need something more durable. Actually, no, not just durable. Something not easily broken, I need a challenge.” Sighing to himself, he looked over to the nearby clock. “Well, maybe father is finished with his negotiations for the day.” Looking over to the guard, he only chuckled. “You can leave whenever you want slut…if you can still walk.” Walking over to the guard’s armor, he happened across a small pendant. Opening it, he saw the same mare, but in a lovely embrace with a stallion. “Oh, I hope you and this guy of yours loved the foal I just fucked in you.”

This was fun, Joka’la had enjoyed his time with this guard, but it still didn’t feel like enough. While he was satisfied he was able to get his pent up release into this mare, though to interesting results, it wasn’t enough. Given his harem back home, Joka’la was used to going many, many rounds with his mares, and this one was clearly unable to go for another. Sighing, his mind wandered a little to what he had seen so far in this land. This was when it went to the lovely Princess Luna. There was just something about her, how her mane was like living starlight, and her eyes shimmered like the silver moon, and her body. The zebra craved it, feeling her form in his mind as he only wanted to make her beg and moan over his cock.

But as soon as he imagined her striding him, he shook it from his thoughts. Fucking some guard, or even a servant, or a dozen of such mares was fine. His father or even Joka’la himself could easily explain all of this behavior. But to a royal mare, a co-ruler of Equestria, that could do nothing but cause a scandal. It was dangerous, risky, and if it failed, it would bring nothing but shame to him and his father. And yet, this only added more thrills to his longing, a spice to this lustful craving of want. Joka’la wanted Princess Luna, he could think of little more than the sweet symphony of her moans as he would fill her over and over again with cum.

It was only the sound of knocking at the door that drove Joka’la from his thoughts. Concerned it could be his father, he quickly dressed himself in some fine clothes. As he approached the door, he opened it only a little, just enough to see who was visiting, but hidhing is dirty deed behind him. Standing in the doorway, was another mare, a pegasus made wearing the attire he could only assume belonged to a maid or cleaning servant. She seemed pretty timid, possibly just came of age in this land and this was her first job. She was so intimidated and nervous in Joka’la’s presence. It made the zebra’s blood race as he knew exactly what he wanted to do with the mare.

“Yes?” Joka’la asked, his words almost echoing out with some honey-like sweetness. “How can I help you?”

“Y-yes, hello…s-s-sir.” The mare stuttered, her body trembling a little as she looked up at the strong looking zebra. Joka’la could tell his musk was already causing her body to weaken. “I-I-I was sent to tell you. T-t-the negotiations with Lord Hekima…” She paused, shivering as her face was becoming more flushed as she was feeling a warmth swell inside her. Shaking her head a little, she continued. “Princess Celestia has sent me to tell you the trade negotiations were going to take longer than expected.”

“Ah, that’s understandable.” Joka’la said, chuckling a little as he feigned care over his father’s business with the royal sisters. “But if that’s the case, I think I could use your help…if you’re not busy.”

“I-I-I-I…” The servant stuttered, blushing harder than before as she looked at the zebra, his firm and strong chest seemed to swim through her sights as her eyes wandered about what little she saw of him, leading up to his smirking grin. “I-I mean…w-what do you need?”

“You see…” Joka’la said, fully opening the door, letting the strong scent of sex and musk wash over the mare, nearly knocking her back from the overwhelming stimulation to her senses. “There’s a bit of a mess in here. You’re paid to clean right? Well, I think you could help me clean up this mess.” As she stood there, panting a little as she nearly came from the scent and sights, tensing up as the zebra placed a hand on her shoulder. “Or would you rather make a mess, and clean it up later?”

The mare’s heart was racing, Joka’la could almost feel it as his hands touched her. This zebra was the most masucline and attractive stallion she had ever seen. There was no way someone of such importance would ever even look at a nobody like her, and yet he was offering a piece of himself to her. Her mind raced as the strong smell of his body, and even the guard’s laying afterglow was leaving her thoughts to lust and mush. Trembling a little, she could feel her nipples hardening as it poked against the soft fabrics of her outfit, which only further stimulated her body. Nervously, but with little hesitation, the servant looked up to him with longing, dazed eyes. Nodding her head, he only chuckled.

“Excellent, please, please, come inside!” Joka’la said with a playful smile, gesturing the mare inside. As she walked into the room, the zebra did one last look down the hall to see if there was anyone around. Seeing none, he smirked harder, closing the door behind him. “This’ll be fun.”