A Striped and Lunar Tryst

“Come, come, come.” Called the voice of the zebra doctor as he spoke to Luna. “You’re doing great my lady.”

Luna arched her head back as she lay in the hospital bed. Her mind was in a haze, the mix of pleasures coursing through her body only added to the stretching feeling as she was birthing her son. Gasping out, her breasts bounced, her nippled shivering as they grew harder. Looking over to her side, she saw her love, Joka’la. The zebra lord was on his knees besides his love, both hands clasped in one of hers. She smiled at him, so happy that she was giving him a foal, and he looked to her with equal love.

“We’re close, my lord.” The zebra doctor said, not looking up to the couple. “Yes, yes, yes, almost…and…yes!” Luna gasped as she felt the sudden release of her foal being born. Her pussy clamped shut so fast, she nearly came from it. Clutching the foal, he wiped him down before cutting the umbilical cord. “Congratulations, my Lord, my Lady. A fine, strong, healthy son.”

“Let me see.” Joka’la said, getting up to approach the doctor. In his hands, a midnight blue colt with deep, dark black stripes, all with a small speck of silver on his forehead, as if to mark where a horn could’ve developed. “So precious. Luna, Luna, my love. Look. Our son.”

Seeing her son, Luna’s heart fluttered. Giving birth had weakened her stamina, but she was otherwise fine. The small zony colt only filled her with deeper feelings of longing and affection. Weakly, she extended her arms, letting Joka’la hand him off to her. As soon as she took him close to her, the colt let out an almost adorable yawn before nudging itself against her large breasts. Within moments, the colt seemed to locate her plump, tender, dark nipple and began to gently suckle on it.

“Look at this, my love. So soon into the world, and he knows where to go.” Luna cooed, trying not to moan at the feeling of her son suckling her sensitive nipple. “Barely met and he loves my breasts so much already.”

“Well, he is my son.” Joka’la chuckled, leaning in to kiss Luna tenderly. Though her arousal was so great, she couldn’t help but moan openly in his mouth as their tongues embraced for a moment before he slowly pulled away. “He’s beautiful, my father will be happy as soon as he gets word.”

“I will ensure Lord Hekima receives word of his grand foal's birth, my Lord.” The zebra doctor bowed his head. “But I will call the nurses. We must be sure there are no complications or concerns with the young heir.”

“We understand, but contact my father first. We want to spend some time with him first.” Joka’la instructed, to which the doctor bowed his head before departing. Now alone, he brought his attention back to Luna. “Insatiable little thing, isn’t he?”

“He is.” Luna cooed, feeling her breast shiver as her son was voraciously drinking at her creamy milk. “But, there’s a problem.” Before Joka’a could ask, she groped at her other breast, the slightest touch causing her milk to leak from her nipple. “We shouldn’t let it go to waste, and I know you love tasting me.”

“That I do.” Joka’la smirked, leaning in to kiss at his lover again. “We have a few minutes before the doctor returns.” Luna only moaned, agreeing with him as she felt her collar almost get warmer from his words.

Kissing back at her lips, he slowly lowered himself along her slender neck, even kissing a little at the cool metal and leathers of the collar she bore; the symbol of their eternal bond. Running his lips along her collar, and then to her breast. Rather than be gentle and kiss at this moist nipple, Joka’la opened his mouth, taking the full areola into her suckling maw. Luna moaned out, having to cover her mouth a little with her free hand to muffle her sultry sounds. She didn’t want the first sounds her son heard to be such lewd sounds, but Joka’la’s mouth felt so good.

Rolling his tongue over the nipple, Joka’la playfully bit at it, drinking down the alicorn’s warm creamy milk. Being so much bigger than his son, he was drinking down far more milk, and pleasure rippled throughout the alicorn’s body. She didn’t want the first look he saw on his mum’s face to be her cumming, but Joka’la was just too good. Swallowing a little, Luna moaned out a little, and tried to maintain some semblance of composure.

“J-Joka’la…m-my love…” Luna cooed, trying to get her lover to slow down. “M-maybe we should consider…consider a name for our son…”

“Yes, you’re right. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Joka’la chuckled, somewhat reluctantly pulling his mouth away from the mare’s overly sensitive nipple. “Hmm, for our son, he needs a good name. A strong, respectable name. One that countless mares will scream in orgasm.” Pondering for a moment, he snapped his fingers as the thought struck him. “Za’noto, he shall be named Za’noto.”

“Za’noto, an excellent name.” Luna cooed, looking to their son. Leaning in, she kissed at the silver spot on his forehead, admiring how it looked like a small tinkle of light. “Za’noto Star.” Joka’la smirked, proud his son could bear both a zebrican and equestrian name. “My darling, precious, beautiful son.” Tears of joy slowly filled her eyes. “I’m so happy I finally can meet you.” Joka’la joined her in this feeling, hugging her closely as the two welcomed their son into the world.

The days turned to weeks, and the happy couple was making sure their young Za’noto was well taken care of. The zony foal seemed to grow very fast. For a few months, he was already walking, looking around his environment, and seemed to have a show of great potential in his eyes. Suffice to say, he gave many of the servants a hard time keeping an eye on him. Luna and Joka’la couldn’t be any more proud of him, and the scroll they received from Hekima and Celestia practically screamed out their joy all over the palace. But now, the foal was resting, the loving couple sat in the room, marveling at their precious baby.

“Such a precious foal.” Luna cooed, gently rubbed her finger against Za’noto’s cheek. “So beautiful.”

“He is a fine son.” Joka’la smiled, sitting beside Luna. “It makes me wonder when we should consider the next one.”

“The next one?” Luna asked, blushing as she suddenly felt the feeling of her lover’s arms wrapping around her body, hugging her closer to him. “So soon after the first one?”

“Why now?” Joka’la teased, playfully kissing Luna's neck. “I feel you would be stunning with another foal in your fertile womb.” Luna shuddered, cooing at the zebra’s sweet words.

“Well, before we get that chance, I’d like to explore more of the city.” Luna commented, looking out into the lights that twinkle and shine throughout the nightlife of Zebrabwe. “Perhaps we can see how the citizens enjoy their nights here, and then we can consider another precious foal for us.”

“For you, my love, anything.” Joka’la commented, nuzzling against Luna as the two started kissing again. “I know just the place for us to go.” Looking out into the city, he pointed towards an especially bright place. “There! There’s a club there called The Shauku. It’s a place where many of the citizens enjoy going to. I believe it’ll be a perfect place for us.”

“That sounds perfect!” Luna exclaimed, looking out into the night with a wide smile. “I wonder if it’ll be like that club we went to in Canterlot?” Looking over to Joka’la, she could tell this was going to be a different experience.

Walking among the night streets of Zebrabwe, Joka’la and Luna made their way to the club, to The Shauku. Unlike when they had to walk through Canterlot, the couple didn’t need to disguise themselves. Along the way, occasionally, a citizen of the city would bow their heads in respect to them, and yet none of them did a full prostration that Luna almost expected of them. It wasn’t that she wanted them to get on their knees for her or her lover, but was happy no one in this city felt the need to exaggerate their veneration of them; a sigh of relief compared to Canterlot sometimes.

The two decided to wear something a little playful. Joka’la’s clothing choice was a silk vest over his shirtless body, with a pair of tight looking pants that showed off his impressive bulge. Luna’s was a lot more revealing, chosen by the former head of the harem. It was a mix of shimmering jewelry of silvers and gold, and her curvy body was tightly wrapped in near transparent silks that gave the impression of her delicate pussy and plump nipples. It was like a second skin, bouncing and swaying with every step of her beautiful body. It was fun showing off his love to the city, and everyone who saw them had looks of reverence and envy.

Arriving at the club, the bouncer, a large and imposing looking zebra stallion, only needed one glance at Joka’la to let the couple within. Whatever Luna’s expectations were, they were blown away from what she saw. The Shauku was massive, several times larger on the inside compared to the sizable front door. Some dimensional magic? City designs? Or something she just wasn’t aware of? Either way, she was captivated by it, her lips spread to a wide smile. Joka’la chuckled, wrapping a hand around his wife to hold her close as they proceeded inwards.

There was a massive dance floor, zebras, kelpie, abada, as well as other beastial species Luna had never seen before were dancing, grinding, and rubbing against each other in a way that could only make her face red in a blush. The attire everyone wore seemed to vary, but all were dressed in such scandalous, alluring attire. Many zebra mares were in nothing more than thongs and tube tops that just barely covered their areolas, let alone their whole tits. Some kelpies were fully naked, taking advantage of their liquid like bodies to slosh and swirl to make such fluid motions. And some abada were in just flowing robes that seemed to cause a wafting breeze of sweet smells and incense into the club.

But zebras, kelpie, and abadas weren’t the only species dancing. She could see several griffons in little more than flowing pants and net shirts. There were even a few ponies and yaks, though the latter was easily making anyone near them bounce as the males’ large bulges were pushing against clearly horny mares. While the females’ massive tits were bounces, ready to knock any unsuspecting stallion over. The club was exactly like the city, a mix of all races engaging in such merriment and fun. Her body was also getting hotter, she could almost feel the sensation of such soft bodies press and rub against her.

Aside from the dance floor, there was a large bar, with what looked to be a few unicorns in fine clothes serving numerous drinks magically to the patrons. It was a surprise, as since living here, Luna had seen maybe a few dozen ponies of all three kinds, as compared to the possibly hundreds of thousands of zebras, abada, and kelpie here. So it was interesting to see such somewhat familiar faces. After that, there seemed to be numerous corner rooms located in alcoves that held semi transparent curtains that only allowed silhouettes of whoever was inside. And from the looks of it, the denizens inside were eating, drinking, smoking, and fucking.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Joka’la commented, seeing the captivation on Luna’s face. “So, what would you like to do first?”

“I…I’m not sure…” Luna responded, halfway paying attention to her husband. “There’s…there’s so much to do.”

“Then how about we dance?” Joka’la suggested, smirking as he slowly moved behind Luna. Pushing a little forward, he wrapped his arms around her front, while pushing the bulge of his pants against her round ass, making her coo a little. “Just look at how those patrons are bumping and grinding together.” Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. “Aren’t you a little curious how it feels to be in the middle of that?”

Luna couldn’t help but shiver a little at the thought of it. The feeling of their strong, wet, slender, curvy, and masculine bodies. All bumping and grinding against each other, her entire body shuddered and quivered. Her face was becoming red, and her pussy was getting needy. If this kept up, she was going to jump her lover right then and there, not caring who watches her being bred like some fine whore stock. Joka’la could see this, and all he could do was laugh at his wife’s growing arousal.

“I-I-I-I…” Luna cooed, fidgeting a little bit at the collar around her neck. “M-m-maybe we should try something else first.” She tried to compose herself, but was struggling with this. “Y-you know…there’s no rush right? The night is still young.”

“It is indeed.” Joka’la smirked, placing his hands gently on Luna’s shoulders, almost massaging them a little. “But there’s more than just dancing here.”

Turning his lover a little, Joka’la directed her to look over at what seemed to be a section of the club she didn’t notice. There were a number of small stages, all with large, metallic poles at the middle end section of them. There were a large number of the patrons of this club there, but what they were doing nearly made the mare gasp. Males and females of so many species were against the poles, fucking each other. Cocks were slamming into moaning holes, while tits of all sizes were bouncing and swaying with each thrust that rippled throughout their bodies.

The looks of orgasmic euphoria, it was an expression Luna was all too familiar with, and she felt longing and envy at the many patrons. Joka’la could see it in his lover’s eyes, and he was sure she would love being fucked in front of everyone. His wife had changed into quite the adorable and eager whore, who showed no shame in her debacherous cravings for carnal pleasures. Joka’la loved to pleasure her, to make her his slut over and over again. But for now, he would give her every chance to indulge in these longing feelings.

“How would you like to give that a try?” Joka’la asked, but he knew Luna wasn’t going to say no to it. She was captivated by it, and she was almost trembling at the thought of it. Chuckling, he playfully reached down, gently teasing some fingers against her pussy lips. “Feels like you’re soaked.” Luna trembled, feeling her legs wobble a little as she slowly made her way forward, her lover releasing her and following.

Thankfully, a couple was just finishing up, and some club staff were busy cleaning the pole. As soon as they saw the coming pair, they finished up and moved along, bowing their heads respectfully. Walking on a set of small stairs, Joka’la and Luna rose onto the stage. The view from where they stood, it was magnificent, giving them the perfect view of the entire club. The bouncing, dancing, grinding patrons, the fellow ones who were fucking all around them, and the pole itself that was beckoning Luna to touch it. As soon as her fingers rubbed against the warm metal, something in her was released.

Arching her head back, she let out a primal cry of pleasure and passion. Not all, but many heads in the club turned to see the source of this beastial release, and Luna’s body only grew hotter as their eyes devoured her form. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel her body get hotter and hotter. Even Joka’la was impressed with just how passionate his lover was getting, how excited she was becoming, and the sweetness of her coming arousal only tantalized his senses.

“My love…I can’t…I can’t hold it back…” Luna cooed, trembling as she looked back at her lover. She had clear desire in her eyes, and her face with an almost goofy smile. “What do I do?”

“Whatever you want to do, my love.” Joka’la said with a calm nod, smirking a little. “Be what you want to be, and do what you want to do.” That was all the confirmation and validation Luna needed, she felt a rush course through her, and she was going to act on it.

Grabbing at her clothes, she all but tore the fine and expensive fabrics away, discarding them to her side and behind her. Joka’la maintained his amused smile, watching with glee as his lover wasn’t just stripping down to nothing but golden chains that dangled over her alluring body, but was doing so in front of an especially excited audience. The old Luna wouldn’t have ever done something like this, but this new, liberated Luna was one who loved nothing more than to show how beautiful she had become, and how this body belonged to Joka’la.

The crowd cheered as she continued to strip down, as well as how she started working herself against the pole. Despite this being her first time on such a thing, the alicorn was a nature. Pressing forward, she lowered herself, first licking and rubbing it between her tits, and ending with her moistening pussy kissing gently along the smooth surface. The crowds’ excitement only grew, which only caused the alicorn to work up a greater and greater show of her passionate feelings. She loved this attention, having never realized just how turned on this was getting her.

Getting back up, she bent over and against the pole, wiggling and swaying her sexy ass towards Joka’la. She was set to tempt him to come over and fuck her in front of everyone in the club. She wanted nothing more than to be fucked full and bred, with all these strangers’ eyes gazing at her. Luna loved this feeling, her body was practically steaming from her excitement, and her lover was eager to give her what she wanted. But rather than just strip down and pound his mare’s pussy into his shape, Joka’la decided to have a little more fun. Reaching down to a nearby container full of toys and accessories, he pulled out a coil of smooth, silken rope. Whispering to it, small glyphs along the rope illuminated, coming to life like a trained serpent.

Luna didn’t even realize what was coming until she felt the enchanted roped wrap around her body. The cords tightened as they slithered about and around her body, knotting themselves in numerous places until her wrists were bound to the pole, her ankles were strapped to the stage, and she was bent in a way that better showed off her beautiful ass to her lover. Her huge tits hung and were lashed as well, groped by the ropes for all to see. She panted, feeling the smoothness of the cords on her body, which fed into the thrill of all those eyes upon her. She was on the edge of cumming, needing only a final push to get her to cum. And Joka’la was more than happy to give his loving whore what she craved.

But rather than just claim her delectable pussy with his own throbbing member, the zebra wanted to give her something else, more teasing treats in anticipation of his own mighty cock. Reaching into the crate, he pulled out a decently sized looking toy. It was molded in the shape of a zebra’s cock, but this model of dildo was a special brand. Bringing his hand to a dial at the bottom of the dildo, Joka’la turned at it until the arrow of this dial pointed at the word, dragon. The dildo became like that of a hard gelatin before reshaping itself until it wasn’t a long, thick, blunt headed zebra cock, but was thicker, longer, and held the pointed tip of a greater dragon cock.

“This’ll do nicely.” Joka’la muttered eagerly to himself. Taking this dildo with both hands, he walked over to his lover, the ropes preventing her from fully looking back to see what he was planning. “How does it feel? Do you enjoy being on display to all these people?”

“I love it…I love it…I love being watched…” Luna panted, moaning as she wiggled her ass from side to side to the best of her bound abilities. “Please, Joka’la. Please fuck me, show your whore off to everyone here. I want them to see you breed me.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get that.” Joka’la chuckled, slowly teasing the tip of the dragon cock against Luna’s sobbing wet entrance. She cooed, but was confused as this wasn’t her lover’s dick, and she was certain there wasn’t anyone else there. “But let’s do a few warmups first!” With that, he pushed as hard as he could against the dildo.

Luna’s pussy gave way to the massive size, her belly bulged in a way that would make an ordinary mare passout, and her insides were being shaped by this size. Gasping out a breathless scream, her pussy clamped down so tightly on this draconic cock, and with how wet her orgasm was, the toy nearly slipped out of her fuckhole. Joka’la only needed to keep a strong hand placed on the bottom of this dildo, keeping it deep in his lover’s hole. Luna’s body wiggled and fidgetted as she came another soaking squirt of her nectar all over this dildo, while the excess trickled down her legs and slowly began pooling with her already dripping sweat.

“Looks like you really love that dragon dick.” Joka’la chuckled, leaning close to whisper in Luna’s ear. “Maybe I should have you be fucked by some dragons sometime. I can watch my precious slut being defiled and bloated from all their hot, savage spunk.” Luna cooed, trembling at the thought, which made him smirk. “You like that? You like being my whore? You want to be used for my amusement?”

“Yes…yes…” Luna panted weekly, still coming down from her latest climax. “I’ll do…anything…for you…my love…” Turning her head, she looked at him with a deep love and burning passion gleaming in her eyes. “Use me…fuck me…make me your slut…and treat me like the…filthy…naughty…royal whore…that I am…”

“Ah, such a beautiful response.” Joka’la replied, taking his hand under Luna’s chin. Pulling her a bit, he kissed her, causing her eyes to roll back as her body trembled again, nearly coming from her lover’s kiss. Pulling back, he saw the flushed, aroused look on her face. Luna was in such a state, nothing but the pleasure she could get mattered to her. “Now, I believe we should give these patrons a show.”

Walking back around his lover, Joka’la teased her a little more, gently running a finger from her chin, along her neck, down her back and wings, and then back to her round, supple ass. Raising a hand, he brought it down, smacking at her ass, making her moan out. The patrons of the nightclub continued to watch her being teased and played with. Their own growing arousal was clear on their faces, and Luna could only feel more pleasure from this exhibition show the couple was doing. While Joka’la occasionally smacked at Luna’s ass, he used his other hand to continue fucking the mare’s pussy with this draconic dildo.

Pushing and pulling, Joka’la was making sure that Luna wasn’t getting too used to this cock. He wanted to make her always feel the pleasure of this massive girth stretching out her inner canal. The tip kissed hard against her cervix, and she shivered whenever it bottomed out in her. She couldn’t fully see it, even as she tilted her head down, her huge boobs blocked her sight, so she could only feel how her pussy was being filled and her belly bulging from the size of it. Her chest heaved and bounced, swaying hypnotically as the crowd cheered onwards. But Joka’la wasn’t finished just yet, he wanted to try one more thing before taking his own turn.

Carefully flicking his hand along the dildo’s dial, while he continued to fuck her on it, he changed the settings different labels that this toy could offer. Luna whimpered a little, the dildo felt hot, almost burning in her sweet and sensitive places, only to then go cold, small, and then fill her out again, but in a brand new shape. This one was like a zebra’s cock, but almost twice the size of it. The label on the dildo read, centaur. Joka’la didn’t bother reading what the label said, only pumping it in and out of his lover’s fuckhole with one hand, while his other groped and fondled at her flank to hold her steady.

Luna couldn’t form words, only moaning her whorish cries of ecstasy. She loved this feeling, and she could almost smell her lover’s growing arousal. She was being used like a toy for him, a piece of beauty that the world could see, and she only felt the urge to do more for Joka’la. Her devotion to him was absolute, and while she couldn’t touch it with her hands, she felt a warm love coursing through her as she still the collar smoothly around her neck. She was his, and he was her master. This was what she wanted, this was what she loved. Luna was Joka’la’s, and he was going to forever enjoy every inch of her beautiful, goddess-like body.

Turning the dial again, the dildo grew hot, then cold, then small, and finally expanded back into a new shape. Now, it was shorter, but blunter and thicker. This was a yak’s cock. And while it wasn’t as filling as the dragon or centaur, Luna’s pussy was clamping down so tightly on it. The way it rubbed along her inner walls, pushing her closer and closer to her desired release. She loved it, she wanted to keep being used like this. And the eyes, the hungry eyes of the patrons gazing up at her. It wouldn’t take much, the stage wasn’t protected, and there were just so many of them. This crowd might just lose it, storm the stage and fuck her like a piece of public property. She shivered, leaking more of her hot juices at the thought. Would Joka’la stop them? Would he encourage it? The thoughts only pushed her into more mind melting pleasures.

Flicking at the dial again, Joka’la turned the dildo into something a little more modest, a meaty griffon cock. Unlike other dicks, it wasn’t as big, but the length of it had numerous small groves that rubbed and almost scratched along her inner folds. The pleasure still drove the mare to squeeze on it, which was making it a little harder to pump in and out of her. It wasn’t impossible, but Joka’la laughed a little, having to put more strength into it. Raising his off hand again, he brought it down hard in a strong smack, making her yelp out and moan more for him. The dildo was being squeezed, but that only meant it rubbed against every inch of her insides much more easily.

“We’re almost there.” Joka’la teased, working the toy faster and harder in and out of Luna’s pussy, making her shudder and coo at the feeling. “Just one more setting, and I want you to cum for me. Like a good whore.” Turning the dial again, the dildo took its new shape, the smooth, pointed, knotted shape of a diamond dog’s cock.

Pushing hard, Joka’la nearly slammed the entire side, knot and all into his lover’s pussy. The mare screamed out, cumming her soaked passions all over the toy, as well as the zebra’s fingers and leaking the rest on the stage. It glistened like a small pool, and Luna’s mind was filled with nothing but the desire to be a good mare, to be a good whore, and to serve her master as passionately as she could. The alicorn's wings flapped, or at least flapped to the best of their abilities, given how the ropes tied them almost fully closed. Joka’la’s lips curled into a playful smile, savoring the sight of his lover getting closer to her orgasm.

“Here it comes.” Joka’la laughed, pulling the dildo fully out of Luna’s pussy. “Scream for me you whore!” At that, she rammed the dildo back into her, but not in her sobbing wet fuckhole, but aimed higher, at her puckering tailhole.

Luna’s head arched back, her eyes twitching and almost going cross-eyed as she came from the dildo. The full toy being so brutally shoved in her ass, that the knot was forced into her, which squeezed so tightly, Joka’la wondered if the dildo could be broken. Her pussy, now without a thick dick inside her, clamped down so hard, it made a sloppy wet, clapping sound as she came. Twitching and moaning, she squirted out her climax so hard, Joka’la had to take a step to the side to avoid being sprayed by his lover’s hot nectar. This continued for what felt like minutes before the mare finally seemed to settle down.

Luna’s body went a little limp, with the ropes keeping her body somewhat upwards, but the parts not held up by her binds hunched forward. Her chest heaved as she was panting out her exhaustion from this climax. Her mind was nearly wrecked from this, and her vision was blurring as she looked out into the crowd. Their faces mixed together, but it had the same looks; arousal, longing, envy, and a carnal hunger to have their chances with the mare. There was no way any of them could hide it, they wanted her, and they’d do anything to fuck this alicorn, and Joka’la laughed at the looks on their faces.

“Alrighty, I think you’re nice and ready for me.” Joka’la teased, keeping the dildo in her tailhole while his other hand’s fingers slipped into her sobbing hole. “So tight and wet, I bet you want your master’s cock?” Luna whimpered, moaning as he slipped his dick between her round ass cheeks, rubbing a little. “I think it’s time we give these patrons a real show.” The mare cooed at her lover’s words.

Luna was given a moment, perhaps a single moment to try and prepare herself as she felt as Joka’la’s cockhead kissed against her slick entrance. Her tailhole tightened around the dog shaped dildo wedged deep inside her. She panted, looking out as the audience was still watching them. Without thinking, she seductively licked and moaned at the metal pole, pleasuring her tongue along it as if it were a cock, all the while, meeting the gaze of numerous fine stallions and other males. They were clearly aroused, with throbbing cocks hidden under their clothes. Luna could almost feel them against her body, only to have such fantasies shattered as Joka’la claimed what was his.

Joka’las’ cock fucked in deep, bottoming out into his lover so easily, and she moaned out like the adorable, noble whore that she was. The zebra cock stretched and filled her, giving her that feeling of love and purpose she craved. Her body pushed against the pole, sliding it between her massive tits, which dripped out her creamy milk. Those closest to the stage even leaned over it, hoping to get a taste of this sweetness that spilled from her lucious, beautiful, dark nipples. Joka’la chuckled, reaching down to grope and fondle along Luna’s ass, making sure to get a good grip on his lover’s sides before looking over the source of the club’s music.

At once, Joka’la’s thrusts and humps matched that of the rhythmic beats and pattern of the music. Luna’s body equally bounced and swayed, the ropes that connected all around her caused her body to do the same. She moaned out, her sultry sound was like a beautiful melody that matched that of the music to some capacity. Her sweat dripped from her body, mixing with the nectar and milk that was being shaken out of her, Joka’la’s cock was rubbing and reshaping her pussy canal that had been warped and tightened from the magical dildo that filled her out earlier.

“You feel that?” Joka’la playfully hummed, teasing his lover as he raised a hand, bringing it down hard on Luna’s ass, making her whimper and moan out. “All those eyes. So hungry, so needy. I bet they’d love to fuck you like the little slut you are.” The mare panted, moaning as she looked at the crowd in front of them. “But it’s no fun to just know it. I wanna hear you say it.” Reaching at one of the ropes, he tugged at it.

The rope, or rather a section of it, reacted to his tugging, loosening for a moment, only to then coil and tighten around her again, this time getting more around the collar, and her wings. So when Joka’la tugged at it, Luna’s neck, wings, and arms were tucked back a little. The mare gasped out from the feeling. The slight strain, small choking, and the way her body was being pulled back to her lover. It was all too much, she was going to cum, she was going to soak the stage even more as she was going to spray her hot release all over Joka’la’s cock. The zebra huffed, tugging again, keeping to the beat of the music as his dick was sliding and rubbing deep along Luna’s soft folds.

“I want it…I want it…” Luna moaned, building herself up. “Please…give it to me…”

As Luna moaned, her horn started to give out a small, faint glow. Her eyes were rolling back a little, twitching and going cross as she was licking and rubbing the pole between her tits as Joka’la was humping in and out of her tight pussy. Taking a deep breath, she could feel her orgasm coming. She was going to cum, she was going to feel her love splattered all over Joka’la’s cock. She wanted it, she wanted him to make her cum. She wanted to feel his love deep inside her, saturating her womb and fucking another foal into her.

“Give us your fat cock!” Luna screamed out. Her booming, royal canterlot voice echoed as the club was almost shaking from the volume of this voice. “Make us your whore!” Her horn burst out with this radiant light, illuminating the entire interior before finally settling down.

The room was silent. The music ended, and not a single voice spoke. Time seemed to have stopped. And then, the crowd erupted into savage, almost animalistic roars. Clothes were being torn, shredded, and otherwise discarded as the countless patrons of this nightclub began fucking. The entire nightclub had burst out into a massive orgy. Not a single person in the club could resist this urge and instinctive cravings to fuck. Even Joka’la’s eyes went wide in surprise at this. He had caused Luna to make that loud roar in orgasm before, but he never saw her do that with magic.

“Well, holy shit, you just caused an orgy.” Joka’la laughed, still fucking his lover at a steady pace. “I’m proud of you, you managed to do something I would’ve never expected. And you know what that means?” Leaning in, he whispered seductively in his lover’s ear. “It means I think that’s so fucking hot, I’ll breed you right in front of these horny patrons.” Luna’s pussy clamped down tightly on the zebra’s cock, love rushed through her, her mouth hung open in a whorish moan, and she only wanted to make her lover feel even better and be a good slut to him.

Thrusting harder and harder, Joka’la huffed and laughed a little between hard, breathy grunts. His cock hammered along the inside of Luna’s pussy, rubbing deep within her soft folds, stretching them as they squeezed along his length. He was going to cum, he could feel cock throbbing so deep inside his lover, and the way the orgy in front of him was playing out, he couldn’t help but wonder if her magic had affected him as well. Regardless, he was having so much fun and didn’t want it to stop. Luna’s moans drove him on, pushing Joka’la to give her the best orgasm he could offer.

“Come on, keep moaning for me.” Joka’la huffed, reaching down to get a firm grip on Luna’s collar. Tugging on it, he slammed so hard into her, that she pushed against the pole. “Scream for me, my beautiful, fucking broodwhore!” Luna moaned out, filling the already moaning room with more echoes of erotic passion.

Joka’la’s cock throbbed, swelling before plunging even more hot cum into his lover’s pussy. Her womb was so full of cum, growing in size as her ovaries drank down every virile drop. Luna’s body trembled, feeling so good as the orgasm melted her mind, numbed all her senses, and sent her body into such an overly sensitive stimulation, she was spasming. If not for the ropes, she would’ve collapsed into a twitching mess. Slowly, Joka’la loosened his hold on the mare, pulling his cock free from her soft pussy, letting the fucked open hole leak out what excess cum remained.

“Did you know that I’m the only one who can get you pregnant?” Joka’la playfully teased, watching Luna’s ear twitch and she murmured a weakened cooing sound in response. “It’s true. The collar around your neck marks you as mine, and since you’re mine, only I can bless you with my foals.” His lips curled into a playful smirk. “No matter how many cocks blow their weak loads on you, you’ll never have their inferior young.” He then leaned in, whispering into her ears. “Would you like to find you?”

Luna’s body twitched, shivering in the afterglow of her last orgasm. She was so sensitive, even the growing heat in this room that kissed against her sweating skin, the sound of orgies, moans, and sloppy fucking tingled against her ears, and the smell of hot patrons bumping, grinding, and breeding all around her was so thick, she couldn’t just smell it, she could taste it. Joka’la maintained his smirk, helping his lover up as the ropes slowly loosened off her body. Now standing, albeit with some assistance, he looked her deep in her eyes, holding her close to him. Her fat tits pressed against his muscular chest, her breath kissed against him, she was still so turned on, her mind was a flurry of passion and want.

“You like this? You love being my little slut?” Joka’la teased, kissing at the mare, who moaned in his mouth. Reaching at her collar, he tugged at it, making Luna let out her sweet and alluring sounds. Her body was trembling, and craved more of her lover. “But it seems there are so many who want a chance with you.” Taking that same hand, he pushed at his lover’s chest. “Enjoy.”

Luna stumbled back, falling off the stage, and into the orgy stricken crowd of patrons. The alicorn barely had the time to process anything that was happening to her. It was like a lustful blur of hands, tits, mouths, cocks, and bodies all over her. Hands, strong hands, big hands, rough hands, all manner of things touching her, reaching, groping, fondling, and rubbing her in places only her Master had touched. Looking up at him she saw the smile on Joka’la’s face. He wanted her to be like this, he wanted her to be the public whore in this club. The love and passion, the desire to serve her master was too much. She had to be what he wanted her to be.

Letting out a whorish moan, she indulged in the countless numbers that swarmed her. Within fractions of moments, she was kissing, passionately making out with zebras, kelpie, abada, as well as other races that were in the orgy pile. Luna’s body wasn’t hers anymore, she was the public’s toy, a slut that wanted to be soaked inside and out with their hot, potent seed. She wanted to feel her holes be stretched, ruined, and defiled. If Joka'la wanted her to be this club’s living fucktoy, then she would be that with every ounce of love in her heart. She will do anything her master, her lover, tells her to do.

If she wanted to say something, words only became muffled sounds as her lips met with the lips of others, both male and females, but then cocks, pussies, and tits. While her own pussy met with the passionate fingers against her sobbing wet embrace, the hot tongues of many patrons, and then some fat cocks. Her ass, still sore from taking the dildo, only remained untouched for mere seconds before she felt not one, but two rather thick, meaty cockheads press together, both fighting, competing to fuck her tight ponut. She gasped and moaned over the dick she was whorishly deepthroating as she was being used like a common cocksleeve.

Joka’a watched on, leaning against the pole with an eager glee. Luna, the alicorn he fell in love with, the one who he was so captivated at first glance, and the mare who had sworn to be devoted and obedient to, was being used like a whore, ravaged by so many nameless patrons, all at his command. His cock throbbed, leaking excess cum from his soaked cockhead. The mare was having so much fun, being used and serving her master like this. Long gone was the formerly naive, almost prudish alicorn nobility. Any resemblance of the once dignified mare were gone. All that remained was a loyal mare, who would do any and everything he would ask of her.

Not an inch of Luna’s body was left untouched. A cock was slapped between her huge tits, with at least another under each breast, rubbing on the fold between where it meets with her body. Her mouth now was being stuffed with two sizes, stretching out her throat in an almost painful manner, but she only moaned on for more. Her pussy was being filled with more dick, and her ass was now being ruined by three meaty girths. If there was a curve, or a part of her body, dicks of all shapes, girths, and sizes were rubbing or fucking her. She was a cocksleeve, a hole to be filled over and over again. The patrons showed no mercy, being drive by the instinctive urges and cravings to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

Luna moaned over these cocks, her bodily instincts compelling her to draw out as much pleasure as she could. But as she did, a part of her felt something. Was it guilt? Was it wrong that she was feeling pleasure from someone, or rather a great many individuals fucking into her body? Her body wasn’t her own, it belonged to Joka’la. Her holes that were being stretched and defiled, belonged to Joka’la. This throat, these tits, every inch of her body belonged to her love and master, Joka’la. Shuddering a little, her body was too weak to free herself from these aroused patrons, but she turned her gaze up to the zebra. He was smiling, he was proud of her, he loved seeing her like this. The feelings of guilt didn’t just melt away, they were replaced by a passionate longing. Joka’la wanted Luna to be a whore, and so Luna only wanted to be the best whore she could be for him.

Driven by this new longing to serve her lover, Luna went at these cocks with greater and greater vigor. She moaned, suckled, deepthroated, bounced, grinded, gyrated, pushed, and took as much cock as she could taste and take. Her fingers danced along the shafts, occasionally fondling and heaving as heavy, cum filled balls, as well as fingering passionately and deeply in soaked pussies. Her lips switched between the lips of other mares, to being deepthroated by cocks, only to then suckle heavy balls, all to then passionately kiss against another potential partner as she moaned like the faithful whore she was to Joka’la.

The patrons couldn’t get enough of the mare’s body. They were humping into her folds and soft embraces as if they were competing to breed her. Luna’s body was being passed around almost every dozen or so humps she felt as there was a throbbing cock reaching deep inside her, only to then stretch her soft hole, only to then rub rapidly along her sensitive places. If she wasn’t already focused on sucking three, four, almost five or six cocks in her mouth at the same time, she could count how many thrusts she would feel being bombarded deep inside her before they would cum. But her throat was just as filled and ravaged as the rest of her body.

Stallions, and males of all kinds were facefucking her, often shoving each other aside to get a chance at her mouth and throat, which was being fucked and thrusted like a used up pussy. Luna couldn’t even blink without another guy trying to get his dick in her mouth, and after enough of them couldn’t just shove each other away, they were wedging themselves in her mouth. The mare’s mouth spread open, feeling as her cheeks puffed, and stretched, while her tongue slobbered all over these rubbing, grinding lengths. She looked up at these males, their huge cocks, and while loving it, only thought of how it felt to bury herself all over Joka’la’s cock. Her body only shivered madly as she felt her insides being fucked and filled.

Patron after patron pleasured themselves on and in Luna’s body. She wasn’t anything anymore. She wasn’t a princess, a mare, an alicorn, or anything of dignity. She was a pile of curves, a number of holes to be fucked, and above all, a womb and belly to carry the gallons of cum that were trying as hard as they could to impregnate her. Luna believed Joka’la when he said only he could knock her up, but these stallions and other males were trying so hard to pump as much as their hot seed into her body. She could feel her already overly sensitive ovaries going into overdrive to be bred by all these countless males and their raging cocks. Her body trembled, making her cum her sweet nectar all over them.

Joka’la relaxed, sitting back on the crate of toys as he watched Luna being gangbanged by the countless patrons. They weren’t civilized, or gentle. They were animals, savage beasts in the height of an instinctive rut, trying desperately to impregnate each other. And while he was confident that no matter how flooded his lover would become, Luna wouldn’t get pregnant. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how many of the other females in this club were going to have children after tonight. But this could be a future problem, he was having too much fun watching his lover being used like a whore. If anything, it was giving him some ideas on what they could do after this. Maybe tie her up somewhere, blindfold her, and leave her to the mercy of the city? He could only chuckle at this.

Luna moaned, feeling as she was cumming, and the ones currently fucking her soft and filled holes were not just stretching her to their limits, but as soon as they blew a hot and thick load into her, she was barely given a moment to moan and gasp as another cock rammed itself back into her soft folds. Her throat barely went a second without another dick rubbing against it. The sweat soaked tits and asses of the many female patrons pressing and rubbing along her own body, driving Luna deeper into her passionate moans. The males that were shoving and rubbing their lengths pulled hard and deep, stretching her as her pussy, mouth, and ass were taking in so hard that they stretched.

Joka’la was quite impressed by this, only becoming more curious just how many dicks she could take. Her throat took many of them now, being visibly bulged by the three that were rubbing together in her mouth. Her ponut was being stretched as well, but with one single, massive, throbbing yak cock that was beating into her as if he was in a rut to rearrange her insides. Each deep, body rippling thrust only caused the cum already inside her belly to slosh and churn. Her pussy was momentarily free of dick, instead having two zebra mares passionately making out with not only themselves, but with the spunk leaking pussy, savoring it like a sweet and jelly thick nectar.

Luna’s mouth was being moved from one place to another. Dicks slapped against her tits, and were then pulled away. She sucked on these thick cockheads, kissed along the blunt, pointed, and pulsing tips, licked at the cum dripping from it, deep throated as her throat bulged and quivered, and reached down with her hands, switching between intense fingering sloppy, wet pussy lips to jerking off any dick within range of her grip. Luna enjoyed feeling her pussy gobble down the enormous cock that was mercilessly ramming itself into her soft body, pulling hard against her flesh as the cock threatened to split her in half. The mares that were licking at her had to move to tease at her clit, as well as licking along her belly as she kissed Luna's belly. Her head shook side to side as she relished the belly punching sensation taking this yak cock as if it was a delicacy that only she deserved to eat with that big, juicy, fat ass.

The entirety of the entire dance floor was filled with the noises of fucking. Muffled moans and groans were heard throughout the entire club. Not a single patron was still fully dressed by this point. Only twisted expressions of raw pleasure adorned the faces of some patrons, while others were hissing, eyes either rolled back, or half open, but all twitching. Luna never stopped, not even once. Her eyes became unfocused, lustful and deep as her mouth dropped open, letting more and more patrons into her. As soon as a dick is rammed into her mouth, she would slather about it, bobbing her head until it would blow a hot and thick load into her throat and swelling belly. Then while she would be facefucking herself, she’d move her sultry body to take a cock in her pussy, ass, and then beg for more.

Luna’s mouth, hands, arms, legs, hips, belly, and all other exposed areas were filled with numerous cock of various shapes and sizes, all of which were covered in her juices, both from her soft holes and facefucks, as well as the cum and slobber she was sharing. Some patrons groaned, and cursed under moaning breaths as the alicorn forced them deeper into her, her moans and grunts mixed with their grunting and breathing. Her boobs, being squashed by large, sweaty bellies, would pull at the ropes that kept them attached to her torso, swinging gently and rhythmically. The stretched skin on her neck and breasts gave way, causing red marks from groping hands to form, much to the delight of her audience.

Her nipples got larger and thicker as the many males grabbed and squeezed them, tugging at them as she moaned over their throbbing lengths. The males she came in contact with grabbed onto her thighs, her waist, her breasts, her sides, and her chest, groaning as her flesh was abused by the careless grip of these brutes. Luna’s eyes widened and a wail came from her mouth as her pussy swallowed one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. It was fat, veiny, and heavy as it stretched out as she pushed her ass against this thick member. Her loving fuckhole milked the enormous cock, moving as fast as possible to try and bring the whole length into her small embrace. This only matched with the yak cock still deep in her ass, slamming and grinding against one another as she squeezed and milked, making her aggressively fuck the hung dicks that were plunging further and further into her lower holes.

The whore smiled wide, her tongue wagging slowly in her mouth as she continued to slide up and down on the cock. Her tits swayed side to side, while being cupped and fondled roughly by those in front of her. Luna moaned over this cock, knowing that she could keep on doing this; even if the stallion would collapse, dozens more would be ready to take his place. That no matter how many dicks she took, she was finally doing what she wanted to do. Joka’la looked at her, pleased at how faithfully she was tending these dicks, wishing only to make him happy. While she received the treatment she craved, the pleasure was ten times greater than she could’ve imagined. As this new cock was swelling, throbbing as it was about to cum, Luna pulled off of the member, only to then slam her face back over it, gulping down the hot and thick seed coursing into her belly.

When Luna released this dick, it pulled out of her mouth, just to blow another rope of steaming spunk all over her smiling face. She rocked back and forth, moaning loudly as she pumped her ass faster and faster. The giant dicks within her pushed hard against her inner walls, stretching her tight asshole, as well as rubbing within her pussy. The intense sensations of being torn apart by two massive cocks, she was getting pounded into a new world of pleasure. There was something intoxicating about the sensation. Something that Luna was getting addicted to. Her mind brought her back to Joka’la, and the way he smiled, the way he had pushed her into this, and the way that he wanted her to be fucked into a ruined mess by these patrons.

As the next stallion moved away, another yak joined in, ramming himself into her throat like her mouth was a gaping, used up pussy. The feeling of a big round belly smacking against her forehead and cheeks, as she instinctively buried deep into the belly of the male, driving his cock deep into her throat. She began bouncing back and forth, the sweat pooling under her, and dripping onto her hard nipples. The bouncing motions created a loud slapping noise against the floors and ceiling, which echoed and reverberated around the dance floor, filling every ear with the sounds of fucking and sucking. Luna moaned louder, but also took in a higher pitch. She kept sucking on the enormous shaft, backing up her ass to feel the other two behind her to ruin her pussy and ass.

Each slap against her pussy and back felt amazing. More than anything, she was filled to the brim with their hot, cuming passion. Her whole body shook from these feelings. Pulling back the twin dicks rubbing in her pussy and ass were pumping faster, harder, and deeper. They were ready to cum, she could feel it as she shivered and trembled. A loud and harsh grunt left her mouth as the bull penetrated her deeply, deeper than any stallion had ever penetrated her before. Her holes spasmed, taking as the hot and thick cum flooded her deep and sensitive places.

She was cumming as well, loving as her womb and belly were being bloated with these males’ hot, potent spunk. There was so much and it felt so good. She looked up at Joka’la, and noticed that the big grin on his face matched hers perfectly. In fact, he looked more amused than anyone else, as if he was entertained by seeing his mare getting fucked, and the way the males were hoping in vain to breed her. Luna grinning, cuming dripping from her lips, letting everyone know how happy she was. But then another cock was shoved into her mouth. Joka’la looked at her, grinning from ear to ear as she accepted the huge dick into her mouth.

Once again, Luna bobbed and moaned on this dick as she was being throatfucked before letting the salty tasting cum spill out, swallowing it eagerly. After her jaw loosened up from the massive cock in her mouth, she was able to gulp down all of it again, deepthroating it. Joka’la chuckled, nodding in amusement at the sight of more and more of these club patrons gathering towards his lover. As they gravitated towards her, the remaining females who weren’t being fucked, were licking, kissing, and tonguefucking each other into a massive display of carnal passion. Luna’s night of passion was only just beginning; and she was loving it all.

Hours, that was the only way to describe how much time could’ve possibly passed here. Within the nightclub, there were no windows to the outside, and it could be the late afternoon of the following day for all anyone here knew when the orgy finally died down. Joka’la, now sitting at the bar, enjoying a strong, fruity liquor bottle watched as the last of the patrons collapsed to the ground. The entire floor was flooded by these panting, tired, and resting guests. And at the center of this, like the eye of an orgasmic storm, was Luna. Her body was the favorite of the sultry affair. While there were many, many mares who were filled to the brim and leaking, the alicorn was on a whole different level of full.

Laying on her back, amidst the many bodies of twitching, cooing, and leaking patrons, Luna’s body was the most full. Every hole of her body was fucked so full of lesser males’ cum, leaking out of her mouth, pussy, and ass. Her belly was bloated, rounded, matched with the way her womb was so stuffed with potent seed. Joka’la smiled at this, savoring the sight of his lover in such a state. He had nothing to worry about. His cum had already impregnated her, so the gallons that sloshed within her was nothing more than a hot pile of steaming spunk that sent a tingle throughout her body with each kiss of the air around her.

“Well, I believe that is enough, for one evening.” Joka’la laughed, finishing his drink before tipping the bartender, who was currently collapsed on the floor, with three limp cocks still wedged deep in her gaping ass. Walking over, he easily scooped up his lover, carrying her in his arms. “Let’s go home.” The mare cooed weakly, smiling softly as she nuzzled against him.

Walking away from the massive pile of exhausted bodies, Joka’la carried Luna, holding her close to him as they passed from the doors. Looking around, the zebra’s eyes widened a little. Surrounding at least a block or two of the club, there were numerous piles of citizens who were naked and exhausted in the streets, some of which were local guards, their armor discarded as they seemed to have focused more on just fucking all around them. It would seem that Luna’s magic from the night before had a greater range of effect than he realized. No doubt his advisor would have a lot of papers for him to review when they would return to the palace. Joka’la only sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Looks like we had more than a little fun last night.” Joka’la hummed a little, heading towards the palace. “Still, I had so much fun.” He wasn’t sure if Luna was still awake enough to hear him, but he nuzzled against her a little. “And I’m so proud of you. You’re my beautiful, precious, loving, royal whore.” The alicorn cooed softly, possibly hearing her master’s kind words as she rested comfortably in his arms.

Luna’s body was like a tingling cloud of comfort. The mare couldn’t even begin to count the number of cocks she had tasted, let alone how many fucked and filled her pussy and ass. The way her womb and insides were stuffed over and over again last night. She had never known such a passion and feeling. What little sparks that fired off in her conscious mind couldn’t help but wonder if Joka’la would bring her out and be fucked like this again. Would it be his guards? All those strong zebras, with massive cocks hanging at their knees, reaming out her insides as Joka’la watches eagerly. Or maybe the night club again? Or even have her put in stocks and made into a public fuck toy? The thoughts caused her to coo and moan.

“Sounds like you’re having a good dream.” Joka’la chuckled, seeing the happy look on his lover’s face. Looking down towards her belly, the zebra sighed a little, his heart filling with joy and love. “I can’t wait to meet our second born.” He smirked. “And then, I guess I’ll just have to fuck another precious foal in you.”