A Striped and Lunar Tryst

“Ugh! This is so boring!” Joka’la groaned to himself walking about the palace. Though he was granted some degree of impunity as he was a guest to the Princess, he could tell this merely extended to his chambers and the Throne Room. On his walk there, he only continued to complain, though he spoke quietly enough so that the guards patrolling by him heard nothing. “First father limits my fun on the trip, now he gets to be alone in a room with the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever seen, and now I’m so bored with just the mares here. They’re so fragile, barely lasting a dozen rounds.”

Sighing, he continued his way towards the Throne Room, seemingly unaware of all of his surroundings, ignoring the guards and maids that passed him. By the time returned to the massive room, the only ones remaining were the royal guards, and Princess Luna on the throne. Looking over to her, Joka’la couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to sleep with such a mare. In his experience, he had found some similarities in the other races of ponykind. Earth ponies were strong in body, able to handle cocks of any size and keep going. Pegasi were quickest to fuck, but quickest to orgasm, barely lasting a few rounds. Unicorns were the most fetishy, craving sexual thrills in hedonistic ways. While his own kin, the Zebras could do all three and more. But he was ignorant to how an Alicorn could fuck.

“Greetings, Lord Joka’la.” Luna nodded, gesturing her hand towards the zebra. “Do you require anything?”

“Me? Oh no, no, not really.” Joka’la answered with a bow, maintaining a smile as he spoke. “I was simply admiring this palace.”

“Canterlot has been our capital for many centuries, and it has grown and adapted over time.” Luna commented, staring out towards one of the massive stained glass windows. “You and your father honor us with your visit and the trade you can bring to our lands.”

“I do hope things go well.” Joka’la replied with a chuckle. “While I have no doubts Princess Celestia is as clever and wise in her words as the legends say, I do hope my father is giving her a good negotiation.”

Within the negotiation chambers, Hekima and Celestia were busy negotiating their trade agreement. As per request, they were alone within this room, the walls, floor, and ceiling enchanted to block all sight and sound. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, this room did not exist. This was perfect, as the two of them were negotiating, but not in the way such trade agreements would come. Instead, the two of them were in each other’s arms, their lips pressing hard against each other as they moaned against the other. Hekima’s hands explored the larger mare’s body, drawing out her sweet sounds as he groped along her ass.

“Hekima…it’s been so long…” Celestia moaned, one hand wrapped around the zebra’s back while the other was slowly rubbing along the bulge in his pants. “I’ve missed your fat cock…my love.”

“It has been, my beloved.” Hekima spoke back, taking his hands to slowly undo her dress. “I know we are always apart by the sea and our roles. But I am blessed to be here again.”

“Blessed indeed.” Celestia cooed, slowly undoing the zebra’s pants as she spoke more honeyed words. “I forget how many years have passed. You were as young as your son when last we were together.”

“I know…it has been far too long.” Hekima said, letting the alicorn continue to fish out his growing cock. “He is young, reckless, but if pushed right, he will grow well. But I fear I’ve been growing too old too fast.”

“You are not old my love.” Celestia said, fully pulling out the zebra’s cock. While Joka’la was well hung for his kind, Hekima far surpassed him. It was like wielding a mighty club between his legs. “No one across my eternal life could ever surpass you.”

“Are you saying that to me, or my cock?” Hekima asked with a chuckle, seeing the heart shape glimmer in Celestia’s eyes. Placing his hand on her head, he gave her a gentle pat. “Take your time, we have all these negotiations to make up for lost time.”

“Surely there must be other things the royal sisters do?” Joka’la asked, his own mind becoming more and more bored as he wanted to do something, anything. “Maybe you can show me around your home?”

“Me?” Luna asked, quite curious at the request. “Would one of our guards, or even a skilled guide be enough?”

“Perhaps, but as a Princess, I imagine you get to walk around and do what you want?” Joka’la commented, turning to look towards the window. “I mean, back in my homeland, our Princes administer from a throne, but rule through their connection to their people.”

“That is quite bold.” Luna said, rubbing her chin. “We have been under attack many times, and so we limit much of our interaction outside the palace. But…you are right.” Clapping her hands a few times, two large, muscular looking guard stallions stepped forward; one pegasus and one earth pony. “You two will escort Lord Joka’la and I as we walk through the city.”

“Yes Princess.” Both guards said at once with a bow. “We shall ensure the safety of you and your honored guest.”

“Excellent.” Luna said, standing up. Even though she wore a much more modest dress than her sister, her chest bounced a little as she moved. “Come, let us explore Canterlot, together.”

Canterlot was nearly everything Joka’la was hoping for in a city. It was large, it was vibrant, but best of all, the mares there came in all shapes, sizes, and styles. Some had down to earth, hardworking mares who could probably best him in a display of strength, others were average hard workers that he could imagine could last a few good rounds in bed, but it was the various noblemares that made his blood warm up. Licking his lips a little, he could only imagine what it would be like to break in some of the prissy noblemares.

“Lord Joka’la, are you feeling well?” Luna asked, noticing the zebra licking his lips, though unaware of the meaning behind it. “Are you perhaps parched? Do you want some food?”

“Oh? Well, that does sound like some fun.” Joka’la commented, smiling playfully at the princess. His thoughts betray any semblance of gentlecolt attitudes. ‘Oh I’m hungry alright, but if only we were alone.’ Looking around a little, he noticed the two royal guards close by.

“I believe there is a delightful restaurant nearby.” Luna suggested, rubbing her chin a little. “It was recommended to me by an associate of mine.”

“Well, anything you suggest, I would love to try.” Joka’la nodded, gesturing in a polite manner. “Please, lead the way.”

“Yes…of course…” Luna responded, pausing for a moment as she tried to recall this information. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I’ve ever been there. So I think we should ask my associate where this restaurant is.” Walking onwards, she gestured for Joka’la to follow her. “Just this way.”

It was a relatively short jaunt across the numerous street blocks before the group arrived at what appeared to be a clothing shop. Whatever its name was, Joka’la didn’t care. His eyes were carefully switching between Luna’s round ass, as well as the flanks of the many mares inside the facility. Walking inside after the Princess, the zebra’s eyes were met with a dazzling scene. Mares of all varieties were trying on, showing off, and buying dresses of remarkable quality. Though not so much a being who cared for one's clothes, he could tell there was lots of quality placed on each line of work.

Standing at the counter, wearing a dress that seemed to be a mix of frills and darkened leathers, was a slender, blue unicorn mare with flowing orange and yellow hair. Like a tall torch of fire, fit into a slender hourglass figure. From what Joka’la could tell, this mare was wearing a corset, but that didn’t ruin the idea of her round tits and soft looking ass from being teased with. But as Princess Luna approached, the mare, having noticed them, stopped whatever she was doing to bow her head towards the monarch.

“Princess Luna?! It’s an honor to have you here.” The mare stated, her voice was a mix of reverence and a hint of fear. “May I ask, what brings you to our humble establishment?”

“I am looking for information.” Luna explained, looking around. “Tell me, is Miss Rarity here?”

“Rarity? Why yes, yes she is. I’ll go get her.” The mare said, getting up to rush into the back room behind a curtain. From where they stood, Joka’la and Luna could hear the mare still. “Rarity! You will not believe who’s here. Princess Luna!”

“What?!” Gasped the voice of what Joka’la assumed was Rarity before it was followed by things being moved repeatedly about. Walking out from the curtain, first was the blue mare, but after her was certainly a sight. A pure white unicorn mare with eyes of deep blue and a swirling purple hair. If Joka’la was told this mare was a higher noble, he’d believe them. “Why Princess Luna, what brings you here? Are you in need of a new dress?”

“Not today.” Luna answered, clearing her throat before continuing. “You see, I am escorting Lord Joka’la of the Zebra Lands here.” Joka’la only nodded his head, giving Rarity a smile that he was certain could melt any mare in his grasp. “And we wish to try that restaurant you and Pinkie Pie had once visited.”

“Oh! The Tasty Treat? Yes, yes!” Rarity exclaimed, nodding her head with joy as she seemed to keep a side eye on Joka’la while she talked. “I can show you where it is, but Princess, if I must say. Who is this strapping stallion you have with you?”

“This is Lord Joka’la, the son of a merchant prince.” Luna explained, gesturing a hand to the zebra, who bowed in respect to the mares. “While his father is in negotiations with my sister, he was curious to see the rest of the city.”

“Well, I am honored you came to my boutique as part of this tour.” Rarity said, her eyes gleaming with delight as she could see many other clients were already coming in. The notion of a princess visiting her store was going to bring in more and more business. “I wish I could talk with you all day, it seems Sassy and I will have more work to do.”

“Well, perhaps later on, I may come and see what you have.” Joka’la suggested, his voice almost causing both Rarity and Sassy’s body to shiver. “I am of course very curious as to how such noble clothes were made, and to the talented seamstress to craft such dresses.”

“Y-y-yes.” Rarity stuttered, struggling to take her eyes off the stallion before shaking her head a little. “But the Tasty Treat, yes, it’s not very far from here. I can give you directions.”

“The name is Sassy Saddles.” Sassy said to Joka’la, though her tone was much more discreet. Louder than a whisper, but quieter than her normal tone. “We close in the late afternoon, but if you happen to come by before then my Lord…” Her face went into a blush as she had fallen under the zebra’s sway. “We can give you an extra “special” fitting.”

“Well, I do enjoy sliding into things that are a little…tight…at first.” Joka’la responded, his voice even quieter than Sassy’s but she nearly fell over at his tone of voice. “But after my time with the Princess. I would not wish to leave her without me for too long.”

“Y-yes, of course.” Sassy said, clearing her throat. Her tone now returns to her much more inside voice. “We both thank you for the visit, and look forward to seeing you again soon.”

“I look forward to it.” Luna commented, fully unaware as to what happened between Joka’la and Sassy. Looking back to the zebra, she smiled. “Now then, shall we?”

Arriving at the Tasty Treat, Joka’la eyes, ears, and nose were met with power sensations. It was a wondrous sight of beauty and color. But what caught the zebra’s attention was the exotic looking unicorn mare serving at tables. An orange fur with a large, curly brownish purple mane. Joka’la swallowed a little as he could only imagine what it would feel like to fuck this sexy beauty. Her breasts were barely held up by her blouse, which only brought his eyes down to her round ass. Snickering a little to himself, he considered having her as a snack before trying any moves on Luna. But the guards would make that difficult.

“Oh, Princess Luna?!” The mare exclaimed as she rushed over to the new guests. “Welcome to the Tasty Treat. My name is Saffron Masala, and I will have the honor of serving you today.”

“No need for formality.” Luna commented, looking around the restaurant. Aside from some ponies finishing their meals, there weren’t a lot of guests. “I was recommended to this place by Rarity, is this a good time?”

“More than good, it’s excellent!” Called a shorter, but rounder looking unicorn stallion. He had a tanner orange coat, and shorter hair of the same color. Though he wore a colorful bright orange loose shirt and beige pants. “Welcome, welcome. Please, sit wherever you please. I will bring the greatest our restaurant can offer.”

“Thank you.” Luna said, making her way to a table. Joka’la joined her as the two guards remained standing but away from the door. “We shall have whatever you recommend.”

“For a friend of Rarity, and a Princess no less, only the best. No! Better than the best!” Saffron commented, smiling gently as she looked between Luna and Joka’la. “And if I may ask. Who is your guest Princess?”

“This is Lord Joka’la, son of a merchant prince currently in dealings with my sister.” Luna explained, gesturing a hand over to Joka’la, who only bowed his head. “He wanted to experience Canterlot, and I believed this restaurant would be an exceptional stop.”

“My father and I are honored by your recommendation.” Saffron commented, blushing a little as she looked at Joka'la. “I’ll bring the best we have, immediately.”

What proceeded was a fine meal, foods Joka’la has never seen or experienced, though he didn’t expect it to be as hot and spicy as he expected. This only caused the Princess to giggle a little. It was so rare to be treated not as a royal, but just a mare. Joka’la seemed to speak to her so casually, he was so kind, and there was just something about his tone that made her begin to feel more comfortable. The last time she went to walk the streets of Canterlot, while she could never escape the fact she had guards with her, she had Twilight Sparkle and her friends.

Saffron and her father, Coriander Cumin, seemed more than eager to give as much food as they could whip together. If anything, Joka’la was quite curious as to why this was. Back home, whenever he and his father would eat at a restaurant, aside from his dick being worked over by one of the waitresses, there were no further honors. Perhaps this was different in Equestria. Granted, they didn’t have a noble system like that in the Zebra Lands, but it seemed like more or less some technicality. Or perhaps the Princesses don’t make many public appearances for long?

But as he enjoyed his meal, Joka’la’s mind was hoping between options. He could try to make small talk with this monarch. Maybe he could learn more and more about her interests so he could better find a way to lay with her. But the two guards seemed to make it difficult to get less than a foot to her. Not that they brandished anything at him, they wouldn’t dare, but Joka’la could see the stern looks across their faces whenever the zebra’s arm even got too close to Luna when he reached for some food. As well as this, this Saffron, there was just something about her that made him want to fuck her full over the table. Maybe later.

“I’m grateful you could show me such wonders, Princess.” Joka’la commented, smiling towards the Princess after taking a drink of this sweet tasting beverage. “To be shown such kindness, it is an honor.”

“Thank you, Lord Joka’la.” Luna nodded, enjoying her own food, but eating it in a manner more fitting of a Princess. “I am grateful to share such a meal with someone as kind and respectful as you.”

“Please, you can call me Joka’la.” Joka’la said, testing his luck to see if he could reach a more casual relation with the Princess. “We’ve spoken, had a lovely walk, and have now shared a meal. I believe you don’t need to call me by my title.”

“Oh? Very well…Joka’la…” Luna replied, blushing a little as she was too used to maintaining some noble ethics and regulations. “I-In that case, you may call me Luna…in private of course. I would still need to call you by your ranking to the public.”

“I would be honored, Luna.” Joka’la replied with a smile, a feeling of victory started to swell up inside him. “For now, let us finish our meal. This is some of the most delicious I’ve ever had.”

Finishing their meal, Luna and Joka’la were stuffed, though the Princess was far more skilled at hiding her food belly than the zebra. The two guards only watched, possibly used to seeing this and remaining quiet about it. Approaching the table, Saffron came with a list of the many foods they were given, but it wasn’t a bill. Taking the parchment, Luna raised an eyebrow as she looked it over. Joka’la could barely make out more than half of the food names on this list, but with no numbers or prices, he was curious as to what this was.

“Oh? Oh! I’m so sorry.” Saffron commented, realizing the confusion between the two. “This is by no means a bill. This is only what you have eaten. But if we can have your signature, Princess.”

“By having the Princess’ name on this parchment, you can better advertise your business?” Joka’la commented, realizing what Saffron was planning. Looking at Luna, he smiled. “I believe they’ve earned that. It was a delicious meal.”

“Agreed, I believe this restaurant has more than lived up to the reputation Rarity has given it.” Luna said, taking a pen from Saffron, writing out her name in the most neat and organized manner possible. “There you go, I hope my name serves to aid in your business.”

“Yes, t-thank you Princess!” Saffron said with a wondrous smile, joy shone in her eyes as she rushed back to the kitchen. “Father! They loved it!” The sound of a man cheering in joy echoed from the kitchen.

“Well, where shall we go-'' Luna asked, only to pause for a moment. Looking a little upwards, she held a finger to her temple. Her horn flickered a little before looking back to Joka’la. “I’m sorry Joka’la, but my sister has contacted me. It seems she is still in negotiations with your father, and I must return to the palace to handle the politics in her stead.” Another spark seemed to come from her horn as she received another word. “And your father is encouraging you to return to the castle as well.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I would like to walk back to the Palace on my own if that is okay?” Joka’la nodded, pondering just how long it takes to negotiate a deal with a Princess. Regardless, he smiled at Luna. “It was a pleasure to dine with you, Luna.”

“And you as well, Joka’a. And that should be fine.” Luna smiled back, only to look back to her guards. “Now then, let us depart.” Before the guards could finish a nod of their heads, the three of them vanished, teleported with the Princess’ magic.

Watching Luna leave with her guards, Joka’la relaxed, leaning back against the soft seat he sat in. It was slow, but it progressed nonetheless. He and Luna were now on first name terms, at least in private, which was fine by him. As well as this, though she was now gone, she allowed him to remain in the city for the time being, which only made the zebra’s mouth water as he recalled Rarity and Sassy. Wiping his mouth, he composed himself as he saw Saffron returning from the kitchen.

“Oh? Did Princess Luna already depart?” Saffron asked, looking around, but saw only Joka’la. “Is there anything else I can help you with, my lord?”

“I believe you can.” Joka’la commented, slowly standing from his seat. Once up, he gave the mare the same smile he had used to melt the hearts and willpower of many mares. “I still have some room for dessert.”

“W-w-well…we have a wide…selection…of…” Saffron stuttered, her words slowly trailing off as Joka’la gently placed a finger under her chin. “I-I-I-I…”

“No need to be shy. I was wondering if you have something that tastes like…” Joka’la asked, leaning in close enough to whisper in the mare’s ear. “...Saffron…”

“I-I-I-I-I…”Saffron’s face was in a scarlet blush, trembling a little as she felt her body becoming warmer. Turning her head back, she seemed to speak more towards the kitchen. “Father…it’ll be slow for a while, so I’m taking my break.”

“Alright!” Coriander called back, not looking out from the kitchen as his daughter was being seduced by this zebra. “I can handle most of the evening rush, so take your time.”

“I will…I will…” Saffron commented, then looked back to Joka’la. Taking his hand, she whispered. “M-my room is this way…we just need to be quiet.”

“My please my dear.” Joka’la laughed, rubbing her cheek. “A sweet treat in bed is always a delight.”

No sooner had they reached the room, Saffron slammed the door, magically locking it as she lunged herself into Joka’la’s arms. Her lips were all over his, as she moaned in his mouth. Her hands were feeling the zebra’s strong body all over, while he only seemed to effortlessly manage to slowly pull away the loose fitting clothes this mare was wearing. When he finally removed the top from Saffron’s body, Joka’la marveled at her chest. It was large, full, and held delightful nipple piercings.

“Such a beautiful meal.” Joka’la said, groping at Saffron’s chest as she moaned from his touch. Licking his lips, he leaned in a little. “Maybe I should get a better taste.” Leaning in further, he took in one of her nipples, suckling along it as the mare moaned a little more.

Saffron’s hands continued to grab at Joka’la’s pants. Though she struggled a little bit, she managed to undo his belt. The zebra’s pants fell to the floor, which only brought out his massive cock. Placing her hands on it, Saffron nearly flinched, rubbing the shaft slowly and gently. It was more than anything she had ever seen, let alone handled. Swallowing hard, she leaned back, letting Joka’la suckle on both her breasts, groping them together as he took both in his mouth at once. His cock twitched as he was ready to thoroughly enjoy this mare.

“How about we take it to the bed?” Joka’la asked, pulling his mouth from her breasts. “I want to have a real taste of you.”

Saffron said nothing, only moaning and panting as Joka’la guided her to the bed. Laying on his back, he let the mare lower her pussy over his mouth, while his cock only throbbed with precum dripping at the tip. Saffron rode on Joka'a's face, moaning as his skilled tongue was rubbing in and out of her sweet tasting pussy with the skills of many, many conquests. But she wasn’t going to settle with just letting him have a sampling of her flavor. She wanted to taste him too. The sight of his cock only made her want to feel it closer against her.

Leaning forward, Saffron angled herself as if to keep her pussy on Joka’la’s mouth, but she brought her own face closer to his cock. It was so hot, making her body only grow warmer as she couldn’t help but lick her lips in excitement. Swallowing the last of her courage, she let her tongue hang out, giving Joka’la’s cockhead a gentle lick. The taste of the zebra’s precum sent a major shiver through Saffron’s body, which only added to the pleasure she felt in her pussy. She was lost in a daze as her mind was numb and her body craved more pleasure.

Unable to hold back, Saffron took Joka’la’s cock in her mouth, taking in the cockhead as she was suckling the zebra cock. The zebra only continued to tongue fuck the mare, taking his hands to steady her hips as she was bobbing her head slowly over his thick size. It was an intoxicating taste, she wanted to only take in more and more, to drink the cum that was bubbling up in his heavy balls. Grinding her sexy flank against his face, Saffron pushed herself to bottom herself out over the dick, feeling her throat swelling as she deepthroat the size.

‘This is so good.’ Joka’la thought to himself, feeling himself getting close to a coming climax. ‘Looks like it’s gonna be a while before I’m back at the castle.’ Mentally chuckling, he only continued to eat Saffron out, causing the mare to moan a muffled sound over his cock.

Saffron continued to suck up and down Joka’la’s length. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, she wanted to drink his thick, hot nectar in her belly. He could tell she was getting close to her own release as his tongue was rubbing along her inner folds as they tightened around his appendage. Faster and faster, driven by an almost primitive desire to breed, Saffron’s mouth and tongue embraced the thick cock, bobbing her head faster and deeper. Each motion of her head only made her deepthroat and held herself, nuzzling her face against the masculine loins.

‘Oh shit, it’s coming!’ Joka’la thought to himself. Grabbing at Saffron’s ass, he groped her flank hard as she thrusted his tongue as hard and deep as it could go. ‘Take it you exotic slut!’

Saffron let out a muffled moan, an almost scream of pleasure as she came over Joka’la’s face and mouth with her sweet juices, while he himself released a torrent of thick, hot cum in her mouth. Both eagerly drank the other’s fluid, savoring the flavors. From Saffron’s sweet and addictive, to Joka’la’s thick but intoxicating. The two stayed in this for their afterglow, only pulling themselves free as the mare pulled her mouth from the thick, zebra cock, falling to the side. Panting, she stared up at the ceiling, amazed and shocked that all of this had happened; and yet she felt only a craving for more.

“Still not satisfied?” Joka’la asked, teasing her as he groped at her ass. “Cause if you’re still hungry…” Taking his cock in the other hand, he slowly stroked it back to hardness. “I have more for you.”

Once he was alone in the room, Joka’la was quick to strip himself of his clothes, letting his full body out on display. It was refreshing to feel the warmth of the room’s air against his partially sweaty body. Though what really set him off was the rush of his day. He was so close to Princess Luna, one of the literal goddess monarchs of Equestria, and he not only was able to speak with her so casually, but was able to fuck some random whore, return to her, and she didn’t notice a thing. It had been so long since he felt such amusement.

“Oh this is so much fun!” Joka’la laughed to himself, still feeling a shiver of delight at the thoughts. “I’ve never had so much fun that didn’t involve fucking so slutty-” His words were interupted with a knock at his door. “Yes? Who is it?”

“Um…my lord?” Called the voice of a maid from the door. Smirking with delight, Joka’la made his way over, barely bothering to put his pants on. “Princess Luna told me to-ahh?!” Looking down, this timid, and yet voluptuous looking maid couldn’t help but stare at the zebra’s huge, hanging cock. “I-I-I…”

“Oh my, isn’t this quite an awkward situation.” Joka’la said with a chuckle, staring at the mare. She was already trembling under his gaze. “Now, what was that about the Princess?”

“Y-yes…P-P-Princess Luna asked me to ensure your room is of the utmost quality.” The maid said, slowly backing away, only for Joka’la to place a hand on her shoulder. “I-i-i-it looks like you’re busy, so maybe I should just-”

“Now, now, let’s not have that.” Joka’la said, leaning in to whisper. “I caught you looking. Aren’t you a little…curious?” The maid swallowed hard, nearly biting her lower lip as she trembled more and more. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Why don’t you help me out, just like the Princess said?” The maid looked up to him, her eyes were already lost in his masculine musk. Nodding, she let him guide her inside the room.

Sitting in his bedroom, Joka’la relaxed on his bed, resting behind him on the bed was not one or two, but four of the royal maids that served the castle in Canterlot. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his head, swirling a drink in his other hand as he admired his handiwork. It had been so long since he could let loose, and even after enjoying the maids that had the unfortunate turned fortune of knocking on his room door. Though as he looked over the mares stuffed and bloated with the thick and strong cum of the potent zebra. This would’ve been great, had it not been for the rather disappointed look of his father.

“You understand how utterly foolish you have been?” Hekima commented, sighing heavily as his son only shrugged his shoulders, taking another sip of his drink. “Again, must I remind you, this negotiation is very, very…fucking sensitive!” His voice raised as he spoke, only to calm as he composed himself. “It has taken far too many resources, and far too much time to secure. And I will not see our people’s success be destroyed by your libido!”

“Father, it’s fine.” Joka’la said, gesturing over to the mares. “It was a nameless guard and some servants. I highly doubt anyone would’ve noticed.”

“Are you willing to risk everything I have done for this?” Hekima asked, his voice still harsh and angry. “Regardless, it seems I have to keep a much tighter grip on your actions while these proceedings take place.”

“Woah, woah, let’s not be too hasty!” Joka’la said, nearly dropping his drink as he got up. “Alright, alright, I’ll be more careful. I just figured a few nameless mares wouldn’t matter. It’s not like I’m fucking the Princess!”

“Don’t you dare even speak that, even as some passing remark.” Hekima snapped, raising a finger towards his son. “I will not even have the seeds of such thinking grow in your mind. Am I understood!” Joka’la only nodded, looking away from his father. “Good. We have more and more work to do, and Princess Celestia is a skilled speaker. So I must focus my efforts on securing a deal with her. Do not let me hear of this again.”

“Fine, father.” Joka’la commented, looking as Hekima retired to his own bed for the evening. Once the older zebra was out of earshot, the younger one smirked, looking over to the resting maids. “Looks like I’ll have to be more careful. Good, I love a challenge!”

The next morning, Joka’la arose in a good mood. This was further improved by the lack of his father in the room. Perhaps he left early to negotiate with Princess Celestia, or maybe he was going to dine. Didn’t matter to him. But a small growl from his belly was enough for the zebra to realize just how starving he was. The food at the Tasty Treat was good, but the taste of Saffron only seemed to make him hungrier for more. Doing some stretches, the zebra was ready to fully get dressed when there was a knock at the door.

“Yes?” Joka’la called out, slowly getting himself dressed. His lips curled into a smile as he figured it was another maid for him to enjoy. “You may come in if you’d like.”

“U-unfortunately…I am quite busy today.” Replied the voice of a maid, one he recognized as one of the servants he had fucked. Obviously she didn’t want to come into his chambers. She’d be unable to turn him down otherwise. “P-Princess Luna is soon to retire and would like for you to join her for her morning meal.”

“Oh? Well I will certainly love to join her.” Joka’la replied, moving faster to dress himself. “Don’t move, stay there please.”

Though he wanted to be casual, he could feel today was going to be a good day. Throwing on a loose fitting shirt that showed off part of his muscular chest, as well as some pants that give indications of his impressive bulge the longer one stares at him, he nodded. Joka’la couldn’t help but snicker a little to himself as he looked himself over in the vanity mirror nearby. There was no way any mare could resist this look, he was a stud among zebras, and yet his inability to claim Luna last time…it only made him hunger for her more. Nodding again, he approached the door, opening it to see the now blushing mare servant.

“So…how do I look?” Joka’la asked, seeing her only murmur as she tried to look away. Placing his hand under her chin, he stared deeply into her eyes, making her nearly drop to her knees from the pressure. “That’s what I like to hear. Come by when you're done today, if you want another round.” Letting her go, he chuckled a bit. “Now then, first a meal. Please, show me the way.”

The mare only shuddered as she tried to regain her posture. Panting a little, she turned to start guiding Joka’la to the dining hall. Though it was clear, she was barely going to make it before succumbing to these feelings. She wasn’t normally so easily aroused, but there was something about this zebra, how good he smelled, the look in his eyes, the feeling of such a powerful creature desiring her. She shook her head, trying to get these thoughts and feelings to leave her mind.

Since his arrival, Joka'la has become a major menace to the maids and other mare staff. Any who would see him seemed to only fall for his gaze. It was like there was something about him that they couldn't resist. And yet, when they were finished, the only thing that held their silence was shame. It wasn't the shame that they did such a deed with such a regal guest, but the shame that they liked it. Even now, this maid felt her body almost being devoured by the zebra's eyes.

"So, what's on the menu?" Joka'la asked, snickering as he was enjoying the way the mare was trembling, especially when he spoke. "I'm sure you're aware, but I work up a big appetite." His tone only caused her to stumble.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry...I was only told to escort you." The maid replied, her voice almost whispering in her timid tone. "B-b-but I know the food here is of...of the highest quality."

Joka'la only chuckled. For a moment, he considered just taking this maid then and there, or at least in some nook or corner of the hallway. But seeing none, he would only have to settle on her later. That said, he was sure to walk a little closer to her, letting his hot breath kiss on the back of her neck. If anything, she looked like she was getting ready to collapse and offer herself to him. The maid's body was getting so warm, and it was only when they arrived at the large doors of the dining hall that she took a breath of relief.

"P-p-please...right through here." The maid said, her face red in a bright blush, and her eyes looking at Joka'la sheepishly. "P-Princess Luna is waiting for you."

"Fine, looks like you got off easy." Joka'la commented, snickering as he playfully lay a finger on the mare's lips. She nearly fell back as she was almost moaning at his touch. "We'll have to pick this up later then." Pulling back, he composed himself, preparing to enter these doors, and meet the Princess for a lovely breakfast.