Kwa Rushwa: Upanuzi

by Holocron

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Zebra, Narcotics, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Zecora, Alternate Universe, Other, Thriller, Original Character, Porn, Windy Whistles, Fetish, Non-consensual
Length: 64013

The next stage has begun, and while the Zebra remnants consolodate power, many new things are discovered. As well as glimpses into Princess Celestia's personal vengeance against such an upcoming return.

With many key targets dealt with, Zakia, leader of The Siri who seek to bring about the old Empire of eons passed, now moves to his new targets. Though he and his Siri are not the only ones who have started to move.

But as Zakia and his forces add more to their ranks from old allies to new ones, Princess Celestia’s eyes slowly look outward, ever so cautious about such a return. The more The Siri take, the less the Princess will have. But Celestia is not known for playing well with those that take what she believes is hers.

Disclaimer: This is a remaster of the original story, a great deal has been added and expanded on. Doing our best to resolve any plot holes, expand on the world and build a more cohesive setting that will allow the story to have a much more in-depth foundation and established story.

Warnings: Fetish, Narcotics, Non-Con, Sex, Mind-Break, Gangrape, OC Lead, Power Fantasy Genres: Alternative Universe, Anthro, Dark, Porn, Thriller, Smut, Mature, and Zebra Domination.

More tags will be added as new chapters are added, as some tags are not present at the start.

Writer: Holocron
Co-Writer: Synful

Published 2022-07-02 11:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-02 11:24:23 UTC

Chapter 02: New Regulations

“YUKO WAPI!?!*” A question that sounded more akin to a warcry. A sickly and ill- stricken vapor sliced its way through the surrounding area like a hawk diving towards its prey. The Mistress of the Siri was “YUKO WAPI HUYO KAHABA WA BLUU*” This time the source of fury was peaked with a menacing aura that made any approach a near impossible endeavor. The ever growing wisps of volatile green ether flowed through the stagnant air of the underground hideout of stone that many Siri resided in.

The thin strings of the smokey and putrid magicka gave birth to the sight of who was on the warpath. It was Zecora and she was beyond infuriated and her magic seemed to seeth as much as she did. The growing calamity that was Zecora, seemed to spread more wildly as the floor acted like an infected limb as Zecora foul magic coursed through the veins of the floor. Leaving a trial of this blackened tar to linger behind her. The mountainously heavy sounds of her stride came to a sudden and abrupt halt.

In front of Zecora stood a haggard and aged looking griffon, dawning the same garb as Zecora or other Witch Doctors within the Siri. She impeded Zecora’s advancement, showing no form of fear for the enraged mare. Before a sensation of insignificance drowned her, followed by a very sharp strike to her forehead by the elders staff with the staff staying planted on its point of impact. Zecora winced at the strike, reactively reaching with her hands towards the pained area to try and futility bring it some form of relief from the strike. Her attempt was stopped by the well staff that bore the Sigil of a long forgotten deity.

“I wasn’t aware you were still a hatchling that couldn’t control their magic properly still. Or is there a justified reason for such a tantrum.” The wizened, elder griffon asked. Zecora found herself in pause of the elder's words. A deep breath that swelled her chest and made her feel twice as big was quickly released. Followed by the rapid retreat of the once rampant magic. “That’s better. Now act with a level head. Understood hatchling?”

“Yes, teacher. My outburst was unbecoming to the Coven and the Siri.” Zecora said, her figure taking a deep bow. Zecora had let herself run wild in anger after hearing the repeat. “Thank you for correcting my mistake.”

“Very good. Now excuse me, hatchling.” The elder said as she strode right by Zecora as she undid the harm her pupil had done. “I must tend to the wake of your… fit.”

Slowly, the floor beneath her talons turned to its natural state of being and the malformed veins in the ground quickly diminished from sight. Zecora chuckled to herself, despite her rank and achievements. She was still just a hatchling to that old bird of a teacher. She was one of many she had, but she was one of the few that still treated her like her student instead of superior. It was a strange place to be, to be the second most prominent Siri here and being told off like a toddler in the most passive and calm manner.

“I think… It’s best before I deal with that Blue Harlot that I get a drink…” Zecora thought to herself as she broke free from her reminiscing and entered a deep desire for alcohol to make all this headache go away for a bit. “…or four.”

“Rainbow Dash…Rainbow Dash…Rainbow Dash…” Zakia murmured in a loose and lazy tone to himself as he rubbed his temple. Rainbow Dash had proven to be a rather rebellious mare, time after time she had gotten a yak’s ass hair away from ruining everything for the Siri. “What the hell am I gonna do about you?”

At first she was proven useful with her slutty nature mixed with the growingly loose populace. This time was different, now unchecked antics have become problematic for the Siri in a very major way. The fact he was already at his wits end with so many things, stacking on the lack of sleep had made him more irritable and less willing to deal with the day. It did not matter what he wanted right now, What mattered was what the Siri required. To squelch this constantly buzzing annoyance. What he needed to do was act in the best interest of the Siri and handle it now. If she wasn't an element of harmony she would have been disposed of on the first offense. Though it was not like he had not tried to rein her in before. He tried fucking her into submission, but unlike most. She wasn't submissive but she wasnt dominant either but rebellious. He was taught the best way to break a rebellious spirit is to leave one powerless to do anything.

Sexual punishment of any kind, be it mild or extreme. She got off on that more than anything. Resulting in any punishment wasn't ‘really’ a punishment at all but rewarding her in her own warped way. Unless he wanted to start harming her with physical punishments. Which he was never keen on when it came to mares. Why damage something you desire or will desire you? Regardless if he wanted to or not. He couldn’t risk damaging her in such a way. He had entertained the idea of re-educating her like they would most be when brought into Siri. His options were extremely limited and most were not effective enough. He believed that his mark on her would have been enough, like it had been on Fluttershy. It almost seemed like something was incomplete.

“Damnable mare…” An exasperated sigh escaped Zakia’s lips. “Maybe locking her up for the time being would be the best course of action.” His words soon became thoughts as he considered his options, but before he could finish another mental sentence, the door opened. A Siri agent, with a sense of urgency across her face entered the room.

She was surprisingly small, while being rather petite. The mare stood maybe four feet tall, her hair long and reaching beyond her back, littered with a dozen and a half different trinkets and charms from ‘home’. Her eyes a vibrant green as her face was very soft looking, a large chemical burn though rested across half chest. Despite how soft and gentle she looked, she wasn’t some meek little mare by the way she held herself. Zakia didn’t notice how much he had missed ‘home’ and yet Zecora had been here for so much longer. It was a nice remembrance of ‘home’ as such charms and such could not be worn in the field. It was a pleasant sight and a powerful reminder of what he was fighting for… what all the Siri were fighting for… For their home to be restored and not worry about the searing wrath of the Sun. Zakia found himself lost in his own thoughts till the mare spoke up a bit louder.

“Sir? Sir!?” The mare in question looked a bit concerned and her voice changed to reflect this. She was already concerned when she walked in and saw how tired Zakia looked. “Sir, is something the matter?”

“N-no, It’s nothing. Just lost in thought” Zakia' stammered slightly as he brought himself back from his own thoughts. “What did you come to report?”

“Understood.” Gathering herself once more before carrying on with her intent. “Sir. There's a problem, Rainbow Dash has caused the operation site, designation 8Q, to go into hibernation due to the Sun's direct presence and the area being scorched beyond use.” Zakia raised a curious eyebrow, but allowed the Siri to continue. “The location has been exposed but due to its inactivity it has been without personnel for several months. Due to the nature of the site and what it contained. No documentation of any kind was left at the site.” She watched her leader's expression grow very dark and somewhat overbearing.

“8Q, why were they even near that place?” Zakia asked, his voice leaving a lingering sensation of annoyance and tension. The mare in front of him stiffened up. “There was no reason as far as I am aware to be anywhere near that.”

“She was enroute back from a mission. It seems she… dived into a rouge thunderstorm and crashed into the 8Q site after being struck by lightning.” The Siri explained, her voice becoming a little weaker with concern. “We are still piecing everything together.”

The room temperature lowered a few degrees before the mare could finish her sentence as a spine tingling sensation writhed all the way up to her ears. She had her eyes locked on her leader and what she saw was a mix of fear and awe. Zakia’s demenoir went from steadily boiling anger to one that literally chilled the air, the markings of his blessing glowing like a glowfly in summer. The markings had an icy chill behind them and seemed to freeze over the skin and fur near the markings. His eyes were a soft blue with a piercing white forming in the middle. She felt dread wash not over her but around her, it was like when you put your hand slightly away from the flame. It doesn’t hurt but the sensation is there, it was a weird sensation but it was clear she wasn't the target of her leader's ire.

Though she was left confused. The chilly nature of everything she was seeing. It wasn't what she was told to expect. This chill itself that Zakia was releasing wasn't expected at all. She was told their leader was blessed by their goddess of Fertility and Growth. A goddess that was warm, said that being around her was enough to feel like you were receiving the best hug that warmed both your body and soul. This… this isn't warm. Whatever this power was, she didn'tGon believe it was the Goddesses blessing but something else. She started to feel the nipping at her hoof and her body started to shake. Looking at herself, she was slowly being covered by a thin layer of ice. She was now fearful of the one she was supposed to follow.

She felt her life was coming close to an end before the entire situation changed. In an instance when the sharp voice cut through the room.

“Tulia mwenyewe*” A female voice called out, followed by a powerful crunch of flesh meeting flesh. The one who stood between her and Zakia was an unexpected but welcomed sight. It was Zecora. Currently her fist had a dribble of blood on it, while Zakia had a bloody nose that stopped fairly quickly after the cold got to it. Leaving the strain frozen on his face. She was the only person who was revered the same as Zakia, if not more by some because of her efforts. “You, leave. Head to a healer, rest till I can come and check on you.” A long pause of silence followed between the Siri leader and his second in command. She did feel the chill start to dissipate slowly. Allowing her to move once more, but the bite of the cold still held strong. “I need to speak with this fool alone”

The Mare nodded, moving as best as she could and made a beeline for the door. She intended to leave but ended up staying, she heard the two already talking and was inclined to stay for a while longer as her curiosity got the better of her. Though she was afraid, in fact this was a terror that could rival facing the Sun’s gaze. The Siri watched from the door, hearing all she could. These were the leaders, the mind and soul of their movement, their order, and their sacred rite. And yet, for the briefest of moments, she saw them for what they were, past all the power, title, and responsibilities, they were a zebra couple, equals and yet Zecora stared at Zakia like a scolding parent.

“What in the tartarus is the matter with you!” Zecora’s voice echoed loudly in the area. “What did she do to cause you to lash out like some little colt throwing a tantrum? Also what is the goddess's name is this chill?” Silence was all that Zecora got. He said nothing, his gaze lingered on her for a moment before the blue of both his markings and within his eyes began to fade. Whatever was driving that frigid rage was retreating but that wasn't enough for Zecora but it was a start. “So what happened?” A bit more relaxed herself as she saw Zakia visibility calm down.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Zakia looked blanky towards the much smaller Zebra, seeing her at the doorway. “She told me about what happened with Rainbow Dash. Then I just got angry, but at the same time I was not.” He was hesitant in his own words, he was uncertain about his own emotions and actions. “It was like my rage wasnt fueled by me but something else but I was still the one who was angry and it didn’t want to stop.”

“I see.” Zecora said, not entirely sure how to respond to that, as Zakia was suffering from a form of mental fatigue. Taking a breath, her mind pondered what this could mean. ‘That’s concerning.’ Upon further examination of her lover, she noticed how heavy the bags under his eyes had become. His eyes were bloodshot, both combined were often the tell tale signs of lack of sleep. She knew all too well what was going on. “Goddesses give me strength, when was the last time you slept for more than an hour if at all?”

“Three days…reading reports, meetings with two different supervisors and their sites.” Zakia quietly, but in a tone that held that heavy feeling of exhaustion in it. “While reading over the progress report of the Crystal Kingdom infiltration and what actions to take next.”

“You’re going to rest properly, Oh, nusu yangu nyingine*.” Zecora stated, trying once again to get Zakia to stop this self destructive behavior. From overworking to his own overindulgence. It was easy to do both when in a seat of power like he was in The Siri. “You must stop doing this, you must stop trying to do the work of ten, then fucking like twice as many all at once. You are the only one.”

“I do not have that privilege, Zecora.” Zakia said “Though the second part sounds like the hardest of the two.” Zecora’s annoyed expression made it very clear she was not amused with his wise cracks right now.

“Oh the tartarus you don’t!” Zecora snapped at Zakia, making him flinch a little at the sharpness of her tone. “What’s the point of having people who are willing to serve and die for you if you won't seek their help. Do you really not trust anyone enough to do work that maybe you’re not suited for compared to others. Or is your pride stopping you from asking for help?” Despite the points she was making, she only continued, poking at Zakia’s chest as she spoke. “Followed by a near none stop fuck fest, when was the last time you didn go more than a few hours without your dicks being in some kind of orifice.”

“I’m sorry.” Zakia said as he lowered his head in shame. Zecora was right, he was trying to do too much himself again. That mixed with his growing over indulgence with his ‘toys’. He had been left wanting for energy and rest. Zecora’s words hit painfully deep and he had nothing to say beyond those two. “I’ll consider taking more time to rest and recov-” The bumping of a slightly ajar door got both their attention. The siri mare eavesdropping in had felt it was time to leave before she found herself in deep trouble. Though what she saw was something she would be telling others about, she wondered if anyone would believe her though. “But first, we should do such future conversations in a more private setting.”

Roughly a week had passed since that conversation, and while Zakia was resting more, mostly because Zecora was forcing him to do so, he still was not fully sleeping to her satisfaction. A large collective of Siri had been called back abruptly, which caused a great deal of concern among the Siri who had arrived. This type of assembly meant that something had happened. Which could be good or bad depending on what caused the assembly. Something felt off though and a few Siri had noticed it.

“Somethings not right.” Was heard among the group of Siri that had gathered. All eyes turned towards the source of the voice. It was an older Zebra who seemed to be in his forties. He was To’to, a stocky but well formed figure that felt similar to heavy weight boxers, an unexpected look to be sure considering his profession, as a recon squad captain. “Why were we all called back?”

“It is not our place to question.” The sharp response came in return from a small and petite Zebra mare. Her face screams queen bee or queen bitch as most would call it. Her large eyes glowing with a pugently foul green. Looking at those eyes made your body recoil as it was reminded by all things foul and pungent. To’to felt upchuck come close to reaching his mouth at just a glance. “It is our place to obey.”

“Avert your eyes, Hex Witch!” To’to commented, doing his best to hold in his recent meal. “Or place your blindfold back on when you speak to others. We are not all versed or tolerant of such magic.” The mare recoiled for a moment and quickly placed the blindfold on.

“Apologize Captain.” Pried the Hex Witch called Abaya. “Now why do you say something is not right?”

“Look at who's not here.” To’to put a large emphasis on the word ‘not’ as he spoke. Even gesturing with a hand to add emphasis. “Strange, don’t you think?”

To’to words took effect on the group gathered almost instantly. The churning of gears could be heard from everyone's head as it slowly became noticeable. There were far too many, even if people were late… This many being late would mean something dire had happened and everyone in the room got a lot more on edge. Abaya started laughing wildly, with a putrid order escaping her muzzle as she cackled like a mare who had lost all her sanity. Her outburst of pure joyous laughter made a few draw their weapons in concern and possible danger. After her laughing fit had finally run its course she was now the center of attention.

“More comical really.” Abaya said with her sickening laugh filling the air once more. “To think the divination of a junior who's still wet behind the eyes would be this accurate.”

“Control your laughter Abaya.” Echoed a voice through the gathering area. “You are also involved in this matter.”

Looking towards the area the new voice had come from. They saw Zakia, following behind him was Zecora carrying a small case. Making way to the stage in front of The Siri. The room had become deathly quiet. To’to’s mane started to tingle at its roots as his neck fur stood up on end. Looking around at those gathered, he had gotten their attention and could proceed.

“You were all gathered here today due to an ongoing issue within our ranks. More so those involving the protection and observation of Rainbow Dash and her actions.” Zakia stated, looking across the crowd to gauge their reaction he saw a lot of stallions start to sweat a bit while a few mares turned their heads away or downward. “Many of you cannot control yourselves when interacting with her, or control her to the degree that is expected.” Their master’s tone seemed to grow more and more cold with each breath. “We have had far too many incidents with her being left unchecked because someone wanted to get their enjoyment without proper authorization. Despite me allowing those who serve me to enjoy some of my own ‘toys’ if you will…that kindness is being exploited and abused.”

His words felt like they were lingering in the air to many. While others felt a sense of anger that they were being punished for something they had no part in. Zakia knew this would cause a slight divide among themselves for now. After that though, it would also cause the group mentality to be more strict with each other. Those that did not do anything wrong to begin with would make sure their fellow Siri did not cause problems for them again. Though this would also be dependent on the punishment and the box that Zecora was carrying was worrisome for those in the crowd.

“Because of that, a warning is in order and an example must be made..” Zakia looked over at the gathered Siri and said. “But I’ll leave this to Zecora.” Zakia gestured to Zecora before stepping to the side and making the center of attention while a wave of dread washed over the crowd as Zecora brought out a device from the box she carried that many knew and physically reacted to the thought of what it does.

“Am sure you can all tell what the punishment is without me saying it, but nonetheless I will make things extremely clear.” Zecora’s tone was not a pleased one. “From this moment onwards, All Siri are expected to execute their duties as expected of them and like they should have been doing already. Failure to do so will result in said stallion becoming a eunuch.” There were a few audible groans of pain among the crowd. While the mares that had been worried before had a breath of relief… or so they thought. “As for any mares that might fail to uphold these duties we have another method for you that will be arriving that will do the same thing but it will result in your ovaries being removed.” The look of such onlookers had lost all color and grown cold. “Fortunately none present will have to worry about becoming the first. As one Siri had overindulged far more than any other, and has been punished accordingly. That does not mean others cannot join him in this role…this punishment will not be reversible either by potion or magic. We cannot afford anymore mistakes, the Sun is a paranoid one and the slightest upheaval or disruption can cause her gaze to come too close to us to avoid her. Do you understand?” Silently, deathly silence. “I said… DO YOU UNDERSTAND” She rarely raised her voice but when she did, it was often in anger and when she got angry her own magic manifested rather aggressively and reminded those under her and her master, why she stood where she stood. The Siri who had become fat on pleasure were reminded of where they stood and what foolishness of their actions.

“NDIYO, BIBI!*” Came the quick response of everyone, speaking in their native tongue that had all but become a lost language. “We will obey!”

“Excellent.” Zecora said, seemingly taking a calmer expression across her face. “Dismissed!” The Siri inside quickly left with much on their mind to consider. Letting out a deep sigh Zecora turned to Zakia who had a semi surprised look on his face and a half chub formed under his pants. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What got your ‘little’ friend so active? Did some hussy sneak in while I wasn't looking? '' She had a slightly playful tone as she teased Zakia, while crossing her arms and slanting her hip to one side a bit.

“Can you blame me, with that little display at the end?” Zakia without missing a beat said. “If they weren't so scared of you, you’d likely have them lusting for something fierce. There are those that love the most… assertive mares after all.”

“Oh is that so?” Zecora said with a bit of mischief in her voice. “Then how about you? Should I take your ‘little’ friend's reactions as you being among those that enjoy a more assertive mare?” Zecora’s palm rested across his groin and she felt the near bursting throb.

“Yes…” Zakia leaned down a bit and whispered. “…mistress…” Zecora didn’t get to take the lead often, but when she did… it was a true treat for her but never before did Zakia lower himself for her to the degree of calling her mistress. Her body reacted to him in a very visible way.

Bringing her lover into their most private chamber, Zakia behaved differently. Normally, he would have Zecora come to him, strip him of his clothes and embrace him in a way she was all too familiar with. Not this time. Yes, he waited for her to make the next move, but he gave no orders, not even a subtle indication. For this moment in time, she would be the one to lead him. A sensation of excitement washed over her, she had not been in command in this way, to her knowledge. While she stood besides Zakia as an equal for the most part, being superior to him was a thought so foreign, could it even pop in her mind?

Turning, Zecora made sure the door was closed, the locks and seal ensuring the two of them would be neither disturbed or eavesdropped on, not that any Siri would dare at this time.Her eyes looked over her lover, trying to see him at her mercy rather than her usual gaze. Zakia returned this look, using his experience with the more submissive ponies he had broken to give off the body language of such a display. This ended quite poorly, as a dominating zebra such as himself was incapable of casually giving off a lower ranking feeling. If anything, he looked like a leader trying too hard to be a follower.

“You’re not the best at this my love.” Zecora giggles, extending a hand towards Zakia. Since he was letting her take the lead, she might as well think like him for a moment. “Come, my dear, show me how much you desire me.”

Taking Zecora’s hand, Zakia kissed it tenderly, giving off a low growl, almost like a moan as he took his time worshiping at her hand. It was like something out of the most Prench of Romance Novels, a moment in time in which, even for an instant, Zecora forgot all but this. It was only her, her lover, and the room in which they dwelled. Part of her wanted it to stay this way, to not worry and fear Princess Celestia coming and burning them away. Should that day come, she knew she would stand between the living Sun and her beloved Zakia. She would die, she had no doubts of this, but would he survive, that was her only concern.

Gesturing towards the bed, she guided Zakia to it, though she was the first to sit on it. He remained standing, awaiting her instructions. Smiling softly, Zecora beckoned her lover towards her. Silently commanding him to strip before him. The normally dominating zebra did as his mistress commanded, taking his time to disrobe. As he pulled one portion of clothing from his well muscular frame, Zecora only marveled at the figure of her lover. He remained silent, but his face could only show an expression of interest and curiosity. What was she planning next?

“Come, my love.” Zecora said, her voice echoed with a sultry longing, and yet held an echo of command. Spreading her legs, she revealed her already glistening pussy lips. “Show me your devotion.”

“Yes…” Zakia commented, though his voice still came out as an expression of command as well. Clearing his throat, almost in quite the shy fashion, which Zecora enjoyed, he tried again. “...yes, my Mistress…”

Slowly getting to his knees, Zakia approached the mare, using his strong hands to spread her legs further. Licking his lips, he wasted no time placing his muzzle between her thighs. At first, he kissed along the delicate flesh, making Zecora shiver and feel a tingling run up her spine like a gentle touch. She leaned back, using both hands for support as she allowed Zakia to continue. Hearing no further commands, he carried on, drawing out her exotic noise. Using his lips to part open her pussy, his skilled, thick, and elongated tongue slithered its way into her moist opening.

Zecora’s lips curled in a satisfied moan, her honey sweet voice only drew her lover onwards to give her the best possible treatment. She savored this feeling, doubly so as the sensation of being in command added to the pleasure of Zakia’s oral worship. His tongue, which not only had the skills to make any mare cum almost on command, had deep and detailed knowledge of Zecora’s pussy. He knew all her weak spots, and exploited each and every one of them. Zecora could command him to go at her pace, but she still had not grown accustomed to such a position of power over him, that she let him do what he knew.

“Yes…my love…keep going…” Zecora moaned, taking one hand, she moved it up her belly, slowly striping away her clothes, revealing her lucious, beautiful breasts. Groping it playfully, she looked down at him with an alluring gaze. “You love servicing me?”

“Yes.” Zakia groaned, continuing to eat his lover out, spending little time speaking. “Do you love it?”

“I love every moment I share with you, my love.” Zecora cooed, shivering as she continued to grope and tease her nipple. Letting out another low moan, she could feel Zakia was bringing her close to climax. But as she felt as though her body was going cum, she placed a hand on Zakia’s head. “Not yet. Not like this.”

Gently, she nudged Zakia’s head away from her wet pussy, letting him lick her sweet nectar from his lips. Hoisting herself a little more back on the bed, she moved to fully strip the clothes from the rest of her body. Showing off her bare form, she marveled at Zakia's hungry eyes. All it would take waa a command, the slightest nodding of her head, and he would pounce. But she did not want such a savage display of passion. Tonight was different, Zecora wanted the loving embrace that drew their hearts and body into unity.

"Lay on the bed." Zecora commanded, shifting to the side to better allow Zakia to get on the bed. "I want my release to be on your magnificent sizes."

Laying on his back, Zakia relaxed, though the sight of his standing twin dicks showed the opposite of such a relaxed display. Zecora’s own eyes gazed upon the sizes, part of her wanting to abandon this commanding roleplay and ride those fat cocks all night. But she composed herself, clearing her throat as she reached out with one hand. Gently, she rubbed along the cockhead and shaft of both girths, giggling to herself as she saw Zakia's wincing pleasure.

"Such a naughty and masculine pair of cocks." Zecora hummed, moving her motions from rubbing to stroking both cocks. Still slowly, she wanted to draw out as much pleasure as she could without making Zakia cum. But this didn't stop large beads of precum from oozing out of the tips. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"

"I can't…not when I have such a beautiful mare such as yourself to treat me so." Zakia groaned, feeling a tingling shiver run down his spine. "But will you let me cum?"

“I will, do not worry about that.” Zecora teased, giggling for a moment before repositioning herself. Normally, she would have her lips all over Zakia’s twin sizes, but that was the position of the submissive. She was the dominant one. Moving so that she was all but sitting on the cockheads, both aiming for her holes, she smiled. “I want your precious release inside me.”

As she gently tried to lower herself, even with the size of the bed, Zecora lost her footing for a moment. Slipping from the side of the bed, the zebra mare dropped on her lover’s dicks. But because of the angle, Zakia’s twin cockheads not only pressed against her moist, pussy entrance, but the weight of her fall caused both to force their way into her pussy. The initial insertion managed to get nearly a quarter of both lengths inside her, but it was the twitching of her other leg that caused several more inches to slip even deeper. This caused not only her belly to bulge and her pussy to stretch, but she held the most satisfied smile across her face.

"My, my, isn't this adorable." Zakia commented, letting his cocky side slip out of his submissive display. Reaching up, he gently rubbed along Zecora's belly. "I thought you were going to take charge. Looks like you're ready to give up."

"N-not yet…my love…" Zecora cooed, trying to compose herself, though the slowly filling of her pussy by both of Zakia's sizes were making it difficult. "G-give me a moment."

Taking a deep breath, Zecora steadied herself. Leaning up and back, she could see the large, round bulge of her midsection. Rubbing it alongside Zakia brought a momentary pause in her thoughts. The sensation of such a thing brought a shower of joy, and even for the absolute briefest of moments, a flicker, a wisp of a wisp of fantasy. If she could have this moment, this small feeling, she wondered, what would happen if they stopped. If both her and Zakia put aside this grand destiny, to just leave and be with her lover. No sacred rites, no prophecies and obligations, only two zebras who love each other more than anything. But beings like these two can never have such luxuries.

Looking down at Zakia, Zecora shook her head of her fantasies, all that mattered was the here and now. Lifting herself a little, she weakly managed to pull some of Zakia from her pussy, but it only made her body quiver for more. Lowering herself, she took in more than she had taken out, merely bottoming out over her lover's sizes. Zakia let out a low groan, something more akin to a sensitive cock would give, but it seemed to resonate in Zecora's ear like a teasing melody. It felt sweet, a delicacy to have herself be in such a position and yet crave more of it.

"Almost there, bear with it a little longer." Zecora hummed, swaying her hips to better get more and more of Zakia's twin sizes in her loving pussy embrace. It was only as she eventually took the full length of both girths within her, that she leaned forward, placing her hands on Zakia's firm chest that she gazed upon him with a lusty stare. "Now what do you say?"

"...um…" Zakia stuttered in hesitation. What was he supposed to say? So rarely was he ever in such a position, it slipped his mind what he was supposed to say. Swallowing hard, he thought back to what his previous conquests would do in this scenario. "P-please…mistress…ride my cocks…"

"G-good…stu-...pet…" Zecora replied, holding back a small giggle at Zakia's performance. Submission was not his strong suit, and yet he was trying for her. Which did make up the difference. "Let's hear more of your adorable moans."

Lifting slightly, she dropped herself back down, letting out a small moan with each motion of her body as it went back and forth, up and down on Zakia's cocks. Zecora shivered with delight, feeling her large chest tingle and become more and more sensitive. She was craving the sensation of being taken and thrown to the bed, being ravaged by her lover like a beast. But that was not today. Today, she was the beast. Licking her lips, she smiled, staring down at Zakia with hungrier eyes than before.

Adjusting herself with each bounce of her round ass over Zakia's cocks, Zecora continued to moan sweetly, drawing out not only as much pleasure as she could, but to also tease him with her alluring display. Any other day, he would've grabbed her and fucked her standing until they both collapsed. Today, he was at the bottom, and he could only grit his teeth as he felt the tightness of his lover’s pussy squeezing and savoring every inch of his twin cocks.

Zecora moaned in pleasure, her hands pressing against Zakia's chest with each motion of her hips. Her soft, round ass bounced and pressed as it met with her lover's thighs. She was in a euphoric bliss. While Zakia remained gritting his teeth, holding in every urge to fuck his lover into a wet and sloppy mess. Zecora only continued her slow riding, making sure to draw out as many playful sounds from Zakia as she could. Both their bodies were starting to sweat, the strain of going so slow and paced was putting almost more pressure compared to going fast and hard.

"You like that, my love?" Zecora asked, making sure to give Zakia the best display of her arousing voice. "You love being so deep inside me?"

"Y-yes…" Zakia groaned, actually starting to feel himself getting closer to orgasm, his dicks both rubbing against each other while within the zebra's love hole. "Keep going."

"Keep going?" Zecora asked, raising an eyebrow as she ran a finger from Zakia's lips down to his chest. "Who said you could tell me what to do?" The zebra stallion let out a small, the faintest whimper, which seemed to make the mare's heart flutter harder. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge?"

Arching herself back up, Zecora started motooning her body faster and faster, going less and less up and down and mostly gyrating herself over Zakia's cocks. He could feel her innermost places squeezing and milking him for all that he had. She was set to drain his huge, cum filled balls for everything he was worth, and even then, that wouldn't be enough. Her mind is still filled with the sheer rush of seeing Zakia in this state. It made her heart flutter faster and faster. She needed more of this, the addiction of having her lover moaning like a submissive colt.

Zecora's body continued to move, spending as much time as she could to only give Zakia the slightest hint of her ass lifting and dropping as she continued to fuck her lover. She wanted this experience to last forever, but as her own pussy was betraying her coming climax, she could feel Zakia's only cocks swelling within her. What's more, the stallion reached up, his hands instinctively gripping at her hips as he started fucking upwards, using the soft cushion of the bed as a means to better thrust.

"H-h-hey! Who said you could…you could…" Zecora tried to speak, but Zakia's cocks were making it hard to let the words form in her head. Cock was all that mattered, and soon, his thick and potent cum would fill her womb, saturating her ovaries in his craving desires. Trying, though struggling to compose herself, she stared down at him, smiling a gentle expression. "Since you're so needy, my love, I'll allow you to cum. Bur only if you cum inside me."

Running both hands up his chest, she grabbed the sides of his head as she started panting to match the heavy, hot breath that escaped Zakia's own mouth. It was clear, the two of them were forgetting their roles in this fuck session. Only savoring the desire to be with each other was what mattered to them. Despite this, both of them maintained their positions on the bed, Zecora rode madly on Zakia's cocks, even as she was on the brink of cumming all over him. While he felt himself ready to burst, adding to the soon to be sloppy mess.

"I can feel it." Zecora moaned, her pussy tightening over Zakia's swelling sizes. "You're about to cum. Do it! Fuck your most potent load in me my love. Mark my womb with your seed!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Zakia gasped, grabbing at Zecora's hips harder, ramming his cocks as deep as he could, making the mare's back arch back from the impact. "Take it all!"

The torrent of cum that drained from Zakia's balls, releasing themselves into Zecora's wanting and gluttonous womb was remarkable. The thickness of this cum was enough to coat every inch of Zecora's inner walls. Her own orgasm equally soaked Zakia's waist, leaving a collective pool of juices and cum between them. The thick cocks continued to pump more and more cum into the mare, swelling her belly even further before they eventually relented. If not for the fact they were slowly becoming limp, Zecora would've stayed upwards on these dicks.

Laying across Zakia's chest, the two shared a loving embrace. His arms wrapped around her back, while she could only nuzzle up against him. It was hot and sweaty from the fucking, but it was also warm and comforting. This was the perfect sensation, the thing she wanted the most during these times. Rolling gently to the side, the two shared a more comforting and snuggling position, with Zakia's cocks slowly slipping free of their wet hold.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Zecora said with a tender kiss, Zakia returning the favor with his lips. Positioning herself more to her back, her hands rubbed along her round belly as her chest lifted and dropped with each breath. "Because I did."

"I loved it too." Zakia responded, remaining at Zecora's side as the two continued to embrace each other. "I always treasure our moments together, even if we try such an…interesting roleplay." Zecora only giggled at his words, remaining nuzzled against him. They wouldn't have much time after this, so she wanted to savor the seconds.

For a moment, Zakia also considered what Zecora must have been thinking. The very notion that the two of them leaving all this behind and starting a life and just two lovers. It was tempting, probably the most tempting thing either of them could desire, but it was unobtainable. No matter how much he craved it, he knew he couldn’t have it. Letting out a deep breath, he sighed, letting his hot breath kiss along Zecora’s still twitching body. Taking what little time he knew he had, Zakia held his lover closer, not wanting to think about what was next in his day. But he knew, all too well, though precious, his time with her today was limited.

Zakia broke free from Zecora’s embrace, she looked content as he watched her chest rise and lower with every breath. It was a delightful moment of reprieve but he still had much to do and not enough time. Dressing himself rather quickly and leaving the private room with Zecora still asleep. He exited the room but he paid no mind to the two guards near the entrance. Soon he was left out of sight or sound of the two guards as a light banter formed between the two.

“With everything I heard…” Came the curious voice of a younger stallion. “I wasn't expecting to hear the master be so.. docile?”

“When you get older and find your other half, you will find yourself doing things for them that you’d never do for anyone else.” A soft and feminine tone replied. “It was the same way with me and your father.. Your father was an Alpha in his pack but with me, he acted much the same as the Master did with Mistress Zecora.”

“Wait… really? Dad was submissive to you?” Scoffed the younger stallion. “Sorry but I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it or not, but you’ll understand when you meet your other half.” Teased the stallion's mother, but she noticed his tail wagging like his fathers when his body was more honest than his mouth. “Though I think that gryphon you’ve been fawning over for the last few weeks seems to have you around her talon already.”

Author's Note

* Tulia mwenyewe: Calm yourself.
* Ndiyo, Bibi: Yes, Ma’am!
* YUKO WAPI: WHERE IS SHE!?
*YUKO WAPI HUYO KAHABA WA BLUU: WHEREIS THAT BLUE WHORE!?
* nusu yangu nyingine: My Other Half

Chapter 03: A Different Approach

Zakia wasn't pleased at the moment with himself, or the gathering he had to call for. He had to admit that RainBo Dash was not really in his control anymore. Though he wasn't sure if it was at this point, and she just played along for the sake of getting as much pleasure as she could out of it all; either option brought a twitch of frustration down his spine. Swallowing his pride once more as he looked at the Siri he had requested aid from. Following the lengths of the table, each one present was someone of expertise when it came to handling those that would step out of line. This ranged from sexual to the grotesque, with their varied experiences he hoped they could suggest something that might help.

“I have requested you all here because I’ve come across a problem that I do not have a solution to.” Zakia hated to admit it, because he felt a sense of failure for not properly handling this earlier. If he had, maybe the loss of such a precious resource wouldn’t have happened. “RainBo Dash, her actions have been unchecked for too long and I do not have the sway over her I thought I did.”

“What methods are within acceptable parameters?” One of the older members asked, breaking the minutes-long silence within the room. “What methods have you tried?”

“Due to her status as an Element of Harmony, we can’t risk physically damaging her to any degree unless we absolutely have to.” Zakia wasn't too pleased with himself, having to admit fault like this hurt his pride, a good bit. “Even then I am hesitant to harm her as we don’t know how the element will react when its host is in danger.” Maybe that’s why it took him so long to even act on it. His own hubris was getting in the way of acting the way he needed too. “She’s been disciplined a dozen times over, but it is being treated more like a reward.” He couldn’t help but give an irritated sigh as he slowly rubbed his temples. “Verbally, she all but scoffs at me and just does it again. Sexual, its not a punishment for her, short of torture, she gets off on being ‘dominated.’ We’ve tried to deny her pleasure and then make her earn it but this has only made her more volatile than before.” His voice sounded more and more tired as he continued on and wasn't missed by those present. “Right now, I am out of ideas on what to do with her. If it comes down to it, then containing her in a cell and keeping her in a catatonic state might be required. But that would also drain resources very quickly, because she has become rather resistant to any drugs that would slow her down.”

Looking around the room, the other zebras seemed to be in deep contemplation. Zakia wasn’t wrong in his observations. Even after Zecora’s warning to the Siri in charge of her, there had still been rumors that some Siri still considered fucking the slutty pegasus. But thankfully, the warnings remained strong enough to keep them from doing anything too stupid. Though this also made RainBo Dash more and more intolerable. Her escapades had only intensified, and it was driving Zakia into a state or near blind anger. Her behavior was not a risk to their operation, and something had to be done about it.

“Here is the dossier on her and everything we have on record of her and what's happened with her.” Zakia commented, gesturing towards Zecora, the mare now handing out the dossiers to each of those present. Some opened theirs, others did not as they seemed already deep in thought. “Several of you have already seen this but a refresher won't hurt and allow others to review the information as well.” What they could do was heavily restricted and not everyone present was experienced in more tactful punishments but regardless, they seemed to have gear working in their head as they tried to contribute to a possible solution. “So now, the floor is yours, what would you all do with the limitations of your courses actions? ”

Leaning back, Zakia slightly slumped in his chair before Zecora came up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders before a light green hue of magic formed and caressed the tightened nerves to try and bring some comfort towards the Siri leader. Zecora's actions though we're not purely supporting but the sight of Zakia’s slumping set a bad image among those present, it could be seen as weakness. Though at the same time she knew those present also had more experience with leadership roles and understood that exhaustion and how heavy it could weigh on someone. Though it also showed a more relatable side to Zakia. He had always been a leader that wasn't allowed to show weakness in his mind. He was also seen as neglecting his duty and overindulging in the joys of pleasure, so while he was unaware of it. His exhausted state had an unintended effect on those that had already established a less than great opinion on him.

“I-if I may?” One of the zebras asked, raising a hand after flipping through the dossier. “Perhaps there is a method of punishment we have not considered.”

“Explain.” Zakia replied, raising a curious eyebrow. “We have exhausted many ideas in the past already.”

“With all due respect sir.” The zebra explained, clearing his throat to be sure he chose his words carefully. “Maybe treating her as an adult has been the reason for our ability to properly discipline her?” When this was mentioned, everyone present stopped and stared at the aid to those present at the table. A shared blank and confused expression was plastered on everyone's face, Zakia was included in this. Zecora, who had remained silent the whole time, had seen what Siri meant and before any further tension could be formed in the room of the gathered Siri.

“That… might work.” Zecora said, being among the first to speak up again. “Maybe we have been looking at this the wrong way. She’s an adult…but does she act like one at all?”

Zakia's own mind had its own revelation when Zecora spoke, it made sense when he thought about it for a moment. With RainBo Dash, this solution was confusing at first due to the nature of it. But, it rapidly became more and more apparent as a plausible action to take. Before they were treating her more like an adult in terms of her mentality. But with how she was, she was more akin to a bratty filly that was never really punished and felt she was untouchable. The idea alone was interesting and at face value… a bit silly. But due to recent events, it seemed like a better and better idea as it was considered more and more.

“Following our Master’s order.” Zecora continued, keeping the attention on her as she spoke. “I investigated RainBo Dash’s mark to confirm if it had been compromised or had remained incomplete. My findings show it was strongly marked on her body.” The other zebras nodded their heads a little, listening intensely. Even Zakia was impressed with how well his lover managed to command the discussion. “But perhaps we should approach this the way a bratty filly would think.”

Pulling out a separate dossier, she showed a series of photos, all with RainBo Dash during various parts of her daily routine, many of these pictures included her wonderbolt training, as well as many in which she was engaging in seemingly secret fuck sessions, but there were a few “innocent” images of her with her family, and hanging out with her friends like she wasn’t one of Equestria’s biggest whores. Zakia couldn’t be prouder of not only Zecora’s initiative to get such information, but even the skill of his Siri to capture such images without being noticed. His eyes narrowed a little on the few images that held Princess Twilight Sparkle, but he shook any thoughts away from such matters while Zecora continued.

“As you can see, RainBo Dash only engages in such sexual trysts in areas that are away from public view, or with individuals who would rather try to hoard her erotic body for themselves.” Zecora explained, pointing out several of the photos of her fucking included mares and stallions already broken in, and some of the same stallions deemed not worth Siri attention. “As well as her sudden change in behavior when around her parents, and the close friends of hers who have not fallen under our Master’s sway, RainBo Dash holds high, if not paranoid, concerns regarding her public image. But look at her body language here.” Tapping on the photo of RainBo with her mother and father, she seemed to hold a more humbled posture. “I believe the secret in reigning in this mare’s behavior is through her family.”

The air of Cloudsdale was bright and sweet, though not as sweet of a faint aroma coming from a certain residence. The sweet smell of honey loaf seemed to cause an already very excited Windy Whistle to let out a sweet hum. She was all but glowing with her bright smell. Why was she so excited? Well, she was graced with the chance of meeting her daughters stallionfriend. Windy wasn't surprised when RainBo told her that she kept it secret. It wasn't the first time her daughter had kept secrets from her. Like when she didn't tell them about her being a Wonderbolt.

What made her more excited, was how RainBo said they’d be coming over today, though she hadn’t had a chance to share lunch with her daughter in a while now. There were no doubts in her mind that her daughter was spending time with her new stallionfriend, but she still wanted to spend some time with her daughter. Windy’s memories of when she was Rainbow’s age made the blue mare blush a pretty shade of scarlet that complimented her orange mane. Though she couldn’t even remember his name, whatever her daughter’s new partner was. Regardless, she wanted to make the best possible impression, even going so far as to dress in a fine and relaxing one piece dress. Not her usual attire of choice, but today was special.

“Oh what was his name again?” Windy asked herself aloud, wandering about her home as she tried to recall what RainBo had said. “Zaki, Zakakia, Zikai, oh…I hope Bo remembers.”

“Remember what?” Asked the masculine voice belonging to her husband, Bo Hothoof, as he walked into the room. Though his wife wanted to dress fancy and lovely, he opted for a more casual but respectful attire. A pair of athlete shorts, and an almost skin tight muscle shirt. Windy’s eyes nearly devoured her husband whole at the look of his muscular body. “Careful pretty lady, the gun shows down there but your prince charming is up here.” Gesturing up from his abs to his face, he topped it off with a grin from a long dated gangster film.

“Quite the gunshow I must say.” Windy cooed in response to her studly stud, letting her hands gently rub up and down her husband’s midsection, up to his chest. “Twenty years later and you’re still built like the stud I met in highschool.”

“While I love the idea of you wanting to motorboat these pecs, it's not normal for you to be so deep in thought.” Bo asked, turning his head slightly with a bit of curious concern expressed. “Is everything alright hun?”

“Oh I was trying to remember the name of Dash’s stallionfriend, you know the one she said she’d bring over today.” Windy replied, though her words were quickly becoming a worried bit of rambling. “That's why I am cooking my special honey loaf. I even got out the good tea. I wonder, does he even drink tea? What if he’s more of an alcohol type? What if he doesn’t like the honey loaf? I wish Dashy had talked to me a bit more recently, maybe I could get ever.” Bo put his hand over her muzzle, taking a moment for her to register his response.

“Hun, you got yourself into a cycle again. It’s fine.” Bo said, reassuring his wife with a calming tone. “If he’s as great a guy as our number one says, then I am sure he’d be fine with either.” Still seeing the slight uncertainty on her face, he smiled some more. “But if it would make you feel better, I’ll go get some alcohol from Charlie’s and bring back one of Miss Pitter Patters cookies from the bakery. You did say that and your honey loaf would go well together with Jam cookies right?”

“Oh that's a wonderful idea.” Windy said as her flirtatious tone was like music to Bow’s ears. “I’m such a lucky mare to have a stallion with both looks and smarts!”

“Thanks, but you know I’m the lucky one to get a sexy piece of ass like you.” Bo proclaimed in a very confident tone. “You know how many stallions are jealous I have my darling wife all to myself!

“Aren’t you in a modest mood today.” Windy teased as she crooked her hip to the side with a half lidded look that screamed she knew better after years of being married to said stallion. Bo smirked back at his wife with a very surefire like expression that said more than any words he’d be able to form. “Alright you, go get the alcohol and the cookies. If you take too long, you might not get to the bakery in time. So hurry up.” She ushered him off on his errand, before he could be anymore of a cheeky colt.

“Yes ma’am!” Bo said with a mock salute before pulling her into a kiss and quickly retreating as he darted out the door. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

“Still such a ray of energy even after all these years.” Windy happily said to herself, before the distinct smell of toasted bread that was in for a bit too long wafted into her nose. “Cheese & Crackers!” She exclaimed with a voice that could be summed up as annoyance and panic, with the realization that her honey loaf was burning.

The slight bounce in Bow’s steps revealed a bit of pep in every movement. He had a bit of an errand to do, but one of the first thoughts that crossed his mind was making a stop at Pitter Patters place for more than just cookies. He was gonna make a treat outta her and ‘cum’ back for those cookies later. Bo had a sleazy grin, as well as a blush across her face as he thought back to the last hip to hip show that was put on. It gave him goosebumps at the thought, what an amazing time it was.

‘I wonder what this guy’s like?’ Bo thought to himself, heading towards his first destination. Though he did share his wife’s enthusiasm to meet Rainbow’s new stallionfriend, a part of him did linger on a worry. ‘Will he treat her right? Is he going to take my little girl from me?’ Shaking his head for a moment, he reassured himself. ‘No, no, no! I’ll always be my little girl’s daddy, and nothing and no one will take it from me.’

Having reassured himself, Bo continued walking down the brick laid street, making sure to strut himself every few steps to show off his muscular frame. It certainly did catch some eyes, he knew he was still somewhat at his peak of physical might. Though he hadn’t needed to really compete with anyone in a couple decades, he still held together a body that made even fresh college mares soaking wet with longing. It was a curse, or so he jokingly would say to himself, though Windy would playfully roll her eyes and enjoy having such a strong husband.

“Having a moment of revelation?” Remarked a rosey like tone, it was Pitter Patter. She was a cream colored mare with a semi glossy purple mane that looked almost like a sweet jelly treat. And her attire only seemed to relect her personality, looking sweet and kind, but a subtle hint of something alluring underneath.“Or have you finally become senile in your old age?”

“Even senile, I’ll still be looking good.” Bo said, once again attempting to be as suave and flirtatious as possible, despite how outlandish of a showing it was. “Though the company of such a tasty treat like yourself, I’m sure it would invigorate any stallion.”

“That was rather creative for you Bo.” Pitter asked, as she rested her hand on her hip, questioning the jock pony as the hustle and bustle of the city street remained as active as ever. “So tell me what’s got you almost prancing like a foal with a new toy.”

“Outside of looking for you, for a tasty treat…” Bo said, his eyebrows dancing up and down mixed with the best sideways look of interest plastered his mug. “I was looking to get some of your jam cookies after some of that cookie if you know what I mean?”

“If you want that kind of treat, you better be ready to help with the aftermath.” Pitter proclaimed, a playful smirk across her face the whole time. Her tone only sounded more and more like an alluring sweetness. “I'm a very…messy baker.” But just as Bo was ready to move in for the next step in this routine, she raised a hand, pressing it gently on his chest. “But not today bigshot. As much fun as it would be to enjoy our local legend’s company.” Her face had a very knowing look, like she had experienced such an event in the past. All the while Bo graced her with a smug grin, showing no shame but instead a visage of pride. “ I’ve got a lot to do and you getting involved would cause that to get behind schedule.”

“Pity, but can I at least get the jelly cookies later?” Bo asked, still somewhat remembering his original objective. “Windy’s really wanting to make the first impression of Dash’s boyfriend a good one.”

“I was hearing the girls talk about that, thinking it was just a bunch of hearsay. To think that tomboy finally found herself a stallionfriend. Good for her.” Pitter said as she straightened herself up from her relaxed posture and said. “While I like a good chat, I have orders to do and now that I have another one to add to the pile. I can’t afford to dilly dally. So come on back in a few hours, I’ll put some fresh ones with extra attention to the side for you.

“Thanks a bunch Pitter, now before I go.” Bo said, trying to weasel a smooch outta the mare. “How about some sugar to compensate for missing on such eye candy as yourself?”

“Oh you, so insatiable.” Pitter said, rolling her eyes as she heard Bo but indulged the pony and his frat boy like antics. Pulling down on his shirt collar and a delicate hand guiding his face, she gave the mature stallion a peck on both cheeks and then the lips. “Happy now you spoiled colt?”

“I could go for seconds honestly.” Bo said, moving in close, wrapping a muscular arm around the mare’s curvaceous frame. “Can’t I have a longer taste?”

“Okay okay get going you.” Pitter said, playfully pushing Bo away. This was a routine the two have played before, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and get more than she can give him. “You're incorrigible, you know that?”

“Guilty as charged.” Bo said before finally taking the hint after getting what he wanted and heading off, leaving a bemused Pitter to watch him walk away. “Still got a nice ass though.”

“You just hurry up with your own business, you spoiled, sexy ass.” Pitter commented, though she did hold a small blush across her face as she seemed to ponder something. “Maybe, and only maybe, if I get ahead in my work, you can help me with some stubborn cookies.” Bo only smirked at the notion, continuing his errands, now with another sexy piece of ass to think about.

Arriving in Cloudsdale, Zakia had to steady himself, the change in altitude was grossly understated in the reports he had read from agents stations there. Taking a moment to relax, he wasted no time in activating the leather cord bracelet around his wrist. It was a simple looking thing, a common accessory for those visiting the pegasi city, it allowed any nonpegasi to walk on clouds as well as the pony’s winged kind. As well as other features, such as slowing down the fall speed of anyone unfortunate enough to slip off the side of a cloud, and from what he could see, create a smaller, mobile cloud for sitting convenience. But it was the small emblem of Princess Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark on the bracelet that made Zakia smirk.

‘To think one of your own ideas will bring me close to my goals.’ Zakia thought to himself, almost monologuing within his mind. ‘Eventually, it will only add to your undoing but unfortunately I must get rid of this thing’

After roughly a minute or so of such thoughts, the zebra took a few looks around to find a place to dispose of the magical bracelet. Removing it while in Cloudsdale was considered a fineable offense and you’d need to be reissued a new one which could take time. Zakia only got his so quickly because of another that had greased the wheels for him. The amount of operatives in Cloudsdale had become very limited in the last few weeks because of Dash’s actions… another one of his failures coming to bite him in the flank.

Disappointed but not deterred, Zakia had no choice but to handle it now before things could get any worse for the Siri or himself. But now was not the time to lament the failures he had brought about. He needed to focus on finding the home of Windy Whistle, luckily he was able to reach out to a field agent that went by Bronze. A foul mouthed gryphon that was extremely good at manipulating people, which made him great for his job as a couples therapist. It was surprising how many things couples let slip when they showed even a little bit of hostility towards each other.

Though Cloudsale had only ever appeared to him in notes and reports from his agents. Though he couldn’t deny, there was a small thrill in being so high in the sky. The breeze was remarkably gentle, and the view of Equestria was stunning. For a moment or two, Zakia considered the prospect of a floating castle when this conquest was finished. Though all this brought was a small chuckle from him.

Traversing the city in the sky in hopes of finding Windy Whistle’s home, Zakia found himself wandering throughout its welcoming streets; that housed a litany of street merchants. Selling things from balloons, toys, picture frames, and little keychains with a variety of names on name. With everything being upcharge by quite a few bits, clearly preying on the curiosity and gullibility of any tourist. It reminded him of another tourist trap to the far east that his master took, a rather tantalizing land called Saddle Arabia. His mind wandered a bit as he recalled the most pleasant sights of curvaceous mares dancing in alluring manners, which made both stallions and mares alike a bit excited. Becoming lost in his own thoughts once again, he failed to realize he had made his way well past the stalls and into the very busy downtime area. The non-stop clopping of hooves on stone-like clouds, and the chatter of a few dozen ponies, nearly all of them pegasi, made for an almost hellishly noisy experience.

“How can anyone handle such noise?” Zakia said to himself, though unintentionally out loud. “It’s like a fly flew in my ear, and is bouncing around trying to escape.”

Doing his best to tolerate the noise, he still had to get rid of the bracelet he was given. He knew it had a tracking spell on it, something that was meant for finding anyone that needed rescuing a lot easier. It was truly a wondrous invention that had a great deal of value but he had to be rid of such a trinket for the time being. He had considered just destroying it or tossing it off the side but he feared that would trigger the rescue crew if a bracelet was suddenly freefalling to the earth below. Which would end with him, drawing far more attention to himself than he’d want.

Finding a mass of busy bodies going about their day in a very crowded street, he weaved his way through the crowd. Bumping elbows with more than just a few, he got about half way to drop it off in someone else's bag. Seeing a chance, he passed an orange haired mare that seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he was, though he didn't get a glimpse of her face. Though unknown Zakia, the same mare stopped after he bumped into her and seemed to have an intense gaze on him that he didn’t perceive. Escaping the tangled mass of bodies that seemed to span most of the street with its plethora of stores and street performers.

Zakia's body tensed slightly, as he felt the strong grip of someone’s hand on his shoulder. After having just got rid of the bracelet, he felt a sense of dread and embarrassment. Did he really just fuck up so soon into his solo mission? Did he get seen dropping the bracelet? No, no one should have been able to see that unless he had another feature he wasn't aware of… The singular word “Fuck” rang through the Zebra’s head. Turning to face the source of who was grabbing him he was greeted with the sight of the very person he wanted to find. Which made things a lot easier but also, a lot more concerning but for now his focus was on the mare before, Windy Whistle.

“You’ll wanna keep this on you.” The short and stacked mare said as she attempted to give him his bracelet back, Zakia unsure of how to respond till a pair of guards approached them. A sharp glare was heaved by the pair towards him, but instantly softened after seeing Windy; as well as what was in her hand. “I know the tracking magic is invasive but it also lets the guards know who doesn’t have theirs on.”

“Ah I see you were already a step ahead of us Mrs Whistle.” The stockier of the two guards said. The two nodded their heads to the mare. “Thank you, we wouldn’t want any accidents.”

“But we still have to report this.” The other guard added, agreeing with their partner. “So I hope that you’ll-”

“Can you overlook this one though?” Windy asked, with her tone taking a pleading one. Her finger placed gently on the lips of the talking guard. “Even for me?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we have to.” The guard responded, his partner silently nodding in agreement, knowing he’d take a brunt of the fault as well if they got caught sweeping away this little mishap. “Or it will be my hide on the line.”

“Oh darn, well that just won’t do.” Windy asked once more, her voice lingering with disappointment that made the guards flinch, feeling a bit bad. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

“C-can I at least ask why you are going so far for him?” The guard asked as Zakia stood there, in silence as the scene before him played out. Looking worried about the whole ordeal. Clearing his throat, he tried to take control of the conversation. “We do have a duty to Cloudsdale after all. You know that.”

“He’s my little Dashie’s stallion.” Windy said, causing both guards to go a bit wide eyed. “He’s here to visit, though I thought Dashie would be here today.”

“Wait… RainBo Dash’s… stallion?” The formerly silent guard said, his stature was a bit more rotund than his partners. His face was very flustered and somewhat upset looking as he shot a crooked glance at Zakia. “I-I-I was unaware he was…I mean to say that I didn’t expect…” He cleared his throat so as to not say the wrong thing.

“Yes. She asked me to keep it a secret, she didn’t like everyone knowing she was in anything serious yet.” Windy explained, giving both guards a direct and almost stern look. “You know how she is, you went to school with her.” Before pointing to the more rotund of the two pegasus. “More so you, isn’t that right Downpour?” The heavier pegasus seemed to recoil a bit at that before getting a quick node.

“Well…ya I can believe that. Dash never liked letting herself be seen as girly, she was always just… one of the guys.” The guard called Downpour commented, nodding in agreement with Windy’s words. “But to think someone actually got interested in them enough to find a partner, figured she’d be into mares if I am honest.” Windy saw that the guards were starting to bend a bit, which was all she needed.

“Oh she is, just this stud over here caught her fancy a bit more than others.” Windy said with a bright smile. “Isn’t that right?” Zakia being put on the spot did his best to put on an act that reflected the mare’s words. He found it hard to do so at the moment as she had become a major source of issues recently.

“It is, she’s a bit of a handful but I don’t mind that. She’s a strong willed mare with a free spirit, to be a part of her life is a blessing.” Zakia said, his voice carrying a pure and passionate sense of devotion that rang loud and clear. Though his words were not for RainBo Dash, he spoke as if he was speaking about his other half… Zecora. Doing that allowed him to express the pure unfiltered sense of devotion. “I’m truly grateful to have met such a mare that makes me as happy as she does.” The pair of guards paused before looking at each other for a moment. The huskier of the two spoke up.

“You know what, I think it was just a false alarm.” Downpour said, looking over to his partner. “Don’t you think Bolt? I’d hate to make Dash sad.” Bolt raised a knowing eyebrow at his partner, he was still hooked on Dash after all these years.

“You’re right Downpour, He clearly has his bracelet. Besides I’m sure he’ll be more careful in the future. If I get my chops busted for it… I’ll take the brunt of it. I’m sure the chief will understand as well.” Bolt stated, his demeanor a bit more relaxed now. His formerly assertive attitude was replaced with a more welcoming and relaxed one. “More so if it's your future son in law Mrs Whistle.”

“Oh you two are such sweethearts…” Windy said with a wink and a smile. The two guards seemed to almost melt with her gaze on them. “Next time you two attend one of my parties, I’ll make Dahlia help you both… unwind after a hard day's work.”

“T-t-thank you ma’am!” Both guards went red in the face at her words. “Y-you’re too kind.”

“Though for you Downpour… I know someone you might like a bit more…” Windy said before approaching and having him lower his head so she could speak into his ear. “But you’ll have to get their partner's permission.”

“Are you serious?!” Downpour’s eyes went wide, darting towards Zakia and back to Windy. Saying “I won’t be you know…in the way?” Downpour said, looking like a pegasus caught in a blinding light; as his gaze darted between Windy and Zakia.

“Absolutely.” Windy said, her cherrier tone having returned as she radiated a sense of happiness around her. “Have you ever known me not to keep a promise?”

Downpour turned and gave a deep Bo to Zakia, leaving the zebra confused. Looking at Windy, she had an all too cocky grin on her face. Zakia couldn’t help but feel like a mouse caught between three cats right now. He was barely able to follow what was being talked about but it was clearly about him. He seemed to be deep in very heavy contemplation, something that the zebra found interesting. Who was this Windy Whistles to command such power, and yet come across as so sweet and caring? A motherly instinct perhaps? He would have to be extra cautious around her. Rainbow’s mother was not one to be underestimated it seemed.

“Hey Bolt, let's not keep Mrs Whistle busy.” Downpour commented, though it sounded more like an order. “We’re already behind on our rounds.” Bolt looked towards his partner as he had already taken off shortly after speaking, leaving him on his own rather abruptly. He followed suit after his partner before waving goodbye. Muttering some words that were unheard, but noticed.

“So…Mr Zakia. How about we head to my place and have a nice chat?” Windy asked, wrapping her arms around his. Zakia tensed up again for a moment, as he felt the soft embrace of the mare’s endowed chest squishing on his arm. “We have so much to talk about.”

“Um… sure, but how did you” Zakia's question was cut short much like the guards before. “I was certain that-”

“Word gets around and I am quite a lover of gossip, especially juicy ones. And Cloudsdale is a very tight community. Everypony knows everypony here.” Windy seemed to beam as she began to lead him into the direction of her house. “Also my Dashie could not stop talking about you when she came to visit.” Her words seemed to almost invade Zakia’s mind with each heavy, hot breath that kissed along his neck. “Though it seems Dashie didn’t tell you much did she?”

“No, she did not.” Zakia said, doing his best to not seem totally out of the loop of what was going on despite his brain being in an absolute panic. This was most definitely not how things were supposed to go. He had lost any control he had and seemed to be getting led along by Dash’s mother. “Well we have a lot to talk about then don’t we?”

“Oh yes we do.” Windy exclaimed, pulling slightly at Zakia’s arm to guide him back to her home. “Come on, my house isn’t far away and I wanna show you everything!”

Chapter 04: A Chatty Milf

Continuing their walk towards her home, Zakia took every second he could to scan his surroundings, as well as Windy. The way she commanded such authority, and yet seemed to be nothing more than an easy to break milf. She couldn’t be underestimated, especially after what had just happened. This mare, there was something about her, and it felt an uneasy feeling that seemed to cause a faint shiver to run down Zakia’s spine. It was difficult to explain, but he felt something about her. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but as he walked beside her, he tried to see something, anything, that would grant some deeper insight into Windy’s personality.

‘There’s no way someone like that is so sweet and innocent.’ Zakia thought to himself, analyzing all that he could about Windy’s posture, how she walked, anything at all. ‘Where is it? There has to be something I’m missing.’

Windy’s posture gave off somewhat of a confident stride, as well as even the pace at which she walked. Though as he watched on, he couldn’t help but notice her round ass as it bounced between every other step. It was almost hypnotic as her soft, jiggling ass swayed. It was only when he nearly tripped over his own legs that his mind was back to what was in front of him. Windy didn’t seem to notice, or did she and was only pretending? Zakia wasn’t sure what to make of her. He knew many Siri agents who played the part of a weak and innocent mare, but there was no denying what she was, dangerous.

“You know, Zakia.” Windy finally said, shaking the zebra’s mind from his thoughts. “It just occurred to me. How much of Cloudsdale did my Dashie tell you?”

“Oh, uh...” Zakia replied, wondering what to actually say to that question. ‘Though I read a bit from the Siri reports. But nothing about what she’s about to… no, no, play naïve. Let her think she’s leading you.’ Nodding for a second, he let out a small breath. “Actually, she hasn’t, and I have to say, spending already this much time here, and with you I might add, I would love to know more.”

“Oh?” Windy replied, raising her eyebrow as she slowed her pace to match Zakia’s. Once met, she wrapped her arms around the zebra’s arm. He almost tensed up, as he could feel the side of one of her soft breasts against him. “Now, to start, Cloudsdale was founded by the Pegasi Commander Hurricane. It was originally supposed to be a new land for the Pegasi called Pegasopolis. But when the three tribes were unified, it was changed to be a means to control the Weather of Equestria.”

“Really? That is very interesting. I was wondering how the weather works in this country.” Zakia replied, trying his best to hold back how bored he was getting with Windy’s words. ‘I already know that. How else can I speed up this conversation?’ Taking a breath, he thought of something. “How about Cloudsdale’s culture? I’m curious what society could produce such an amazing flier such as RainBo Dash.”

“Well, for starters, we have the Best Young Flyer Competition, where some of our best flyers show off their skills.” Windy’s voice only echoed with nothing less than overwhelming pride. “My Dashie was a late bloomer, but when she reached first place, she stayed there. Even doing the famous Sonic RainBo a few years ago.”

“Really now?” Zakia asked, raising an eyebrow. He had read in some reports about a phenomenon referred to as a Sonic RainBo, but disregarded it as an exceptionally rare occurrence. Though given Rainbow’s recent incident, there was possibly more to consider. “What about... the... Wonderbolts? Yes, that is what they are called. What can you tell me about them?”

“Oh? Well, lucky for you, you asked the right mare.” Windy replied, turning her head to look up at Zakia with sparkling eyes. It was a stare the zebra could already feel he would regret. “Oh, where to start? Well, my Dashie not only got into the Wonderbolt, but didn’t tell me or my husband. But it was okay. We made up for it later. It was so fun to cheer her on during practice…”

‘Oh, for the fucking sake of the Goddess!’ Zakia thought to himself, almost feeling his face straining from the fake smile he was maintaining. His expression and thoughts could not be any more opposite to each other. ‘This mare won’t shut up. By the Goddess, I am not leaving her house today without making her choke on my dicks! Given how much she likes to talk, she’ll likely keep talking with them down her throat, anyway!’

“Mr. Zakia?” Windy asked, stopping whatever she was still talking about. This drew Zakia’s attention, making him sweat a little. “You know, we can talk more about your home if you’d like?”

“Oh, no, no, please tell me more about Cloudsdale. My home is not that interesting.” Zakia replied with a playful chuckle, waving off Windy’s words. ‘Can she read my mind!?’

“If you say so.” Windy replied, seemingly content with the zebra’s answer. “Now, where was I? Oh yes!” If anything could read Zakia’s mind, all they would hear was screaming.

The walk eventually ended, as if by some divine mercy, as it felt like an eternity. Even Zakia, despite his best attempts to remain as composed as possible, looked like he was at the brink of collapse. This walk had to be one of the most painful experiences of his mental well-being. Whatever degree of danger he originally considered, Windy has been elevated. Despite the obvious flaws in this logic, as far as he was concerned, this mare, this talkative pain in his striped ass, was the most dangerous creature he had ever met.

“And we’re here.” Windy said, finally stopping whatever it was she was talking about. “Welcome to my loving abode!”

Windy’s home seemed… quaint. Old fashion looking and yet still seemed to radiate command over the other well-maintained homes. Or perhaps it was merely Zakia seeing what wasn’t there. This was a strange experience, a rare feeling. He was practically at the mercy of another. Well, as much at mercy as one could be, he had no doubts he could flee if he had to. Even so, the notion he was alone in the field still put an uneasy tingle down his spine. For as long as he could remember, he always had some type of shadow on him after he was found to be the one chosen to receive the goddess’ blessing.

Giving another look around, Zakia couldn’t help but imagine something was about to happen. Despite how easily this operation had been so far, he couldn’t help but think there was something he was overlooking. Though the fact she was by far the chattiest creature he had ever met. Legends of nocturnal critters back in his homeland, that do nothing but screech all night, Zakia would rather rest in a room full of them than put up with Windy a moment longer, let alone a whole day.

“It looks lovely.” Zakia finally spoke up, looking over the home. He had read some reports about the constructive capabilities of the surrounding clouds. For clouds to gain the properties of wood and stone, it was impressive. Leaning in, he tried to put on some more charms to speed things up. “But I wonder if it’s just as lovely on the inside?” Raising a hand, he wrapped it around Windy’s shoulder, pulling her closer.

“Oh? Aren’t you the naughty boy?” Windy giggled, seemingly unaffected by Zakia’s actions. “But you’re right. Let’s get you inside.” She seemed to almost drag the zebra with a surprising amount of strength.

Once inside, Zakia’s senses were almost overwhelmed by the scent of baked goods, as well as how warm and inviting the home was. It was actually quite cozy, making him almost forget how utterly annoying Windy has been so far. Though after taking another sniff of the air, he could pick up the additional smell of… burning. Cloudsdale is actually pretty relaxed when it comes to mutual and mature, intimate engagements between adults. Am sure Dashy has told you all about it. Though something about the candles and the way they set the surrounding atmosphere. It felt extremely familiar. Within the cornucopia of other smells couldn’t help but feel a rise within him the more he inhaled the aromas in Windy’s dainty little home. It was interesting how much the scent had reminded him of home. To take a guess at which was the source of the scent that made him feel this sense of longing, the candles or the potential baked goods in the kitchen. He was almost certain it was the candles causing his thoughts to dawdle off on their own.

“Welcome to my home.” Windy said, pulling Zakia fully into the threshold. “Please, make yourself at home!”

“It’s such a lovely home.” Zakia complimented, letting some sincerity slip out from his lips. “Truly, to think RainBo Dash grew up in such a darling home.”

“Oh yes, please, take a seat.” Windy commented, rushing back to the kitchen, almost fluttering her wings as she went over to the back, only to return with a small tray of cookies and a fine cup of what looked to be tea. “My husband will be home a little later, so we have more time to talk.”

“Oh, thank you.” Zakia said, taking the cup. Within his head, he only felt a sensation of dread. ‘Fuck! Come on, how much more is there to talk about? Maybe she’ll stuff her face with sweets?’

“Now Cloudsdale isn’t as mundane as so many land walking ponies across Equestria. Windy said, swirling a long biscuit in her tea before taking a bite. “We actually have a majorly different culture compared to others.”

For maybe a little under another hour, or maybe it was an eternity, Zakia had to endure the sounds of Windy’s voice. It was even more agony than what he had dealt with just walking to the mare’s home. But he did his best to endure. Though he tried in vain to occasionally slip out a “Why are you telling me this?” or a “Well, that’s very interesting.” In response, Windy wouldn’t give Zakia a word in edgewise. Though the tea and treats were good, they only slightly softened the pain in his ears as this mare continued to go on and on about one thing or another.

“But that’s not the most interesting part about Cloudsdale.” Windy said, as if everything else was just her building up to something. “Cloudsdale is actually pretty relaxed when it comes to all things sexual.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Zakia asked, lifting a hand to rub the side of one of his ears. “I don’t believe I heard you correctly. What did you say?”

“Yes, it’s a very different thing compared to most other pony cultures. You could say we are as open as the skies.” Windy explained, taking another sip of tea and a bite of biscuit. “But yes, you heard correctly. Cloudsdale is pretty open about our sex lives, or the act. Nothing wrong with skinship before tween friends and family. We believe ourselves a great deal, accepting communal adultery. Or at least we’re not as prudish as the rest of the kingdom, and certainly not as bad as the stuffy unicorns in Canterlot. Folks here in the clouds like to enjoy ourselves and our lives.”

“I never would have guessed.” Zakia commented, taking a bit of cookie before staring at the mare, trying to see if there were any underlying messages in her words.”

“Well, we have many clubs and events, all done inside and at night.” Windy explained, seemingly more excited to speak about this with Zakia. “Though I swear I’ve been seeing places like Ponyville growing more and more like how we are up in the clouds. Though some things I’ve heard, it’s becoming really sleazy as well. I haven’t been to Ponyville in a long time, so I could be totally wrong.

“And if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that happens in these clubs?” Zakia asked, genuinely interested in this information. None of this ever appeared in any reports. “What do you mean, another one?”

“Oh, well. It’s a Swinger’s Club.” Windy detailed her plans, her body getting more and more heated, as if she could already imagine what would happen in such a place. “Here in Cloudsdale, we’re pretty open and share a lot of things with each other. We have a lot of clubs in town, all with different themes and tastes.” Her voice seemed to echo with pride as she spoke. “I, in fact, run one of the most major and popular clubs with my friends. We cater to just about everything possible, but often we have couples who love to share amongst themselves.”

“That is quite an amazing concept.” Zakia commented, his voice sounding more and more interested in Windy’s words. “RainBo never told me about this. It would be nice to see.”

“Really?” Windy asked, raising an eyebrow as she finished her drink and snacks. “I was certain RainBo must’ve said something. But then again, you seem like you don’t mind more…open…experience.”

“Well, I am still a stranger in this land, and so I won’t turn down local customs when the custom is so interesting.” Zakia explained, trying to go back to an innocent guise. “Though what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking of seeing what you have on offer.” Windy said, her voice sounding far more alluring than it had before, and she seemed to let her eyes wander down over Zakia’s form like a skilled predator. “Let me see.” Reaching out, she all but crawled playfully at the zebra, who let her get close enough to his pants. “There we are. Now show mama what she’s playing with-”

Windy’s eyes went wide open as she rubbed against Zakia’s bulge. He was far bigger than she imagined. Zakia only laid back, letting the mare slowly rub along his crotch. She was quite slow at getting him out of his pants, but maybe this was just how she enjoyed taking her time. But after nearly a minute of this, he realized what the mare was playing at. She wasn’t being coy or naïve; she was being devious. Her hands were slowly rubbing along his bulge, as if to gauge his size, but seemed to try to tease and tantalize his dicks before ever seeing them. She was making his pants a slow and steady buildup, ready to let his twin cocks break free.

“You know, I heard something else from my Dashie.” Windy commented, as he was giggling from Zakia’s crotch. “She said her partner isn’t against sharing, but has a “twin” surprise in his pants.”

“Well, you’ll have to fish it out.” Zakia commented, ignoring the jab about sharing, letting out a chuckle as he watched the mare reach for his pants zipper. “No, no. I want you to use your mouth.”

“Ooh! Kinky!” Windy giggled, pressing her face against Zakia’s midsection, only to take a strong whiff of his scent, before slowly lowering herself over his crotch, grabbing at the zipper with her teeth. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell.” Good was an understatement as Windy spoke. She knew it too. This stud, her daughter’s stallion. His scent was otherworldly. It was raw and primal and it caused her body to react in kind. The slow pleasant warming sensation slowly crept through her. ‘Dashie, I don’t know where you met such a stallion.’ Windy thought to herself, pleased with how much of a winning choice her daughter made for a partner. A bit of glee formed across her face, similar to that of a mother happy their child got all A+’s on their report card. ‘He’s a gold medal stallion for sure.’ Windy lowered herself slowly, making sure to let her hands wander across the zebra’s body as she did so. Keeping her hands anywhere but the zipper of his pants, the prize that it contained. Windy Whistles traveling hands and curious fingers felt out the defined figure Zakia had. Soft fur, almost like velvet or silk. Muscles she’d could only imagine were like those nudie magazines that bared all. Zakia’s gaze, though, was something new. Zakia’s eyes showed a fire in them, a fire similar to her own… a fire that brings control, demanding obedience. ‘Let’s see that fire burn brighter shall we?’ Windy thought to herself as a mischief expression graced her face. She saw Zakia’s expression change but instead of concern…. it was one of interest. ‘Oh… I’m gonna enjoy you. Sorry Dashie, but mommy needs to see how ‘qualified’ your stallion really is.’ Zakia, on the other hand, was not as composed as he seemed. His sanity had been whittled down by the constant prattling of the blue, motherly mare. Though he learned much, she also never stopped talking. He did everything he could to continue to maintain some control and composure over the situation. But all was in vain. He was stretched too thin, and his patience was nearly expired. If not for the lack of any backup plans, should he lose himself, and the unknown power Windy seemed to have, then Zakia would’ve already shoved her to the ground and fuck her into submission. The level of dexterity she showed being able to find his pants zipper, easily get a grip on it and then slowly.

Zakia couldn’t help but be amazed with Windy’s skills, even though he was all but gritting his teeth, making sure he wasn’t going to throat rape this talkative mare’s mouth at any moment. The blue milf, on the other hand, was slowly enjoying herself. Just by feeling her cheek against it, she could tell he was holding in something massive, and meaty for her. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself, knowing full well she was going to feel this young zebra stud’s cock deep in her throat any minute now. But she only continued to tease at it, pulling the zipper slower and slower until it was nearly halfway down.

Peeking inside, Windy could see his thick, meaty sheath. His cock was barely poking out from it, but it held an unusual shape, almost as if there were two dicks in this musky sheath. Leaning in a little, she gave the cockhead a gentle kiss. Already, she could taste his delectable pre-cum, but it wasn’t enough. She could breathe in some of his musk, not as strong as she was expecting, but perhaps it would be stronger when his dicks were free. But this would not stop her from enjoying some semblance of taste. A small sample before investing in choking down the full girth when she fully fished it out. Working her tongue around the tips of Zakia’s dicks, Windy quickly felt as they started to flare out, though it was becoming far too big for just her lips and tongue.

So, licking her lips, and with her face pressed against the interior of the zebra’s pants, the milf mare opened her mouth, and suckled on the pushed together cockheads in Zakia’s pants. The zebra almost threw his head back in the pleasure, this mare was only making it harder and harder for him to not face fuck her then and there. She was working over just the tips as they swelled and flared in her mouth, growing thicker and thicker, and yet, she seemed like she was playing, teasing him to get him closer and closer to climax.

Faster and faster, Windy seemed to want to get him to bust a load before fully out of his sheath, let alone his pants. Is this why those guards were so easily swayed by her words? Did she wield so much power because of her lips like this? There had to be more than this, but if so, what else could she do? Zakia was all but gripping the sides of his seat, feeling as if he was ready to cum at any moment from little more than this whore’s foreplay. Gritting his teeth a little more, he tried all he could to remain in control. Anything that would not let him unload in Windy’s mouth this soon would be acceptable. Anything!

“Looks like you’re both having a fun time.” Bo commented, having opened the door without being noticed. Zakia tensed up, nearly jumping out of his seat as he looked up at the muscular stallion; but it stopped him from cumming at the very least. He looked incredibly intimidating, but there was something about the way he smiled that somewhat put the zebra at ease. “Please, don’t stop on my account. I just hope I didn’t miss anything.”

“Just in time, dear.” Windy said, pulling her face away from the zebra’s cockheads. “I was just getting acquainted here.” Leaning back down, she took Zakia’s pants’ zipper back in her teeth, slowly tugging them down. “Just about to become more acquainted with Dashie’s darlin-”

It was only when she fully fished them out, her lips trembled and body seemed to shiver. This zebra was massive, she could tell he was only half erect, and even then, it was far more masculine than any stallion she’s seen. Not only that, but he was sporting two of these magnificent dicks, each throbbing as she let them rest across her face. Panting a little, her tongue slipped out a little, as if by instinct. She wanted a taste, but quickly composed herself. It must’ve been too long since she had a challenge, and because of this, she nearly lost herself. Zakia was far more of a stallion than she thought, but she knew how to make tough guys like him cum. The lingering thought of her body acting on its own like that still held itself strong within her psyche. “He’s even…” Windy didn’t get to finish her own thought as a few droplets of pre-cum landed on her face, splattering slightly across it. Windy’s eyes got hazy for a moment as that powerful scent lingered more heavily than ever before.

Aside from the size, it was the intense musk that wafted from the twin cocks that had Windy in a daze. Even Bo felt a few droplets of sweat drip down from him as he watched his wife marveling at this zebra’s cocks. This wasn’t the first time he saw her take such masculine things, but it was a long time since she had to sit and stare in amazement. Dashie’s stallion was more than what his daughter made him out to be, and Bo was beyond impressed so far. A feeling of pride swelled inside him as he couldn’t help but feel his own body getting hotter from the sight. Bo knew in the end knew he was better. It would be hard for any stallion to one up Dashie’s dear old dad, after all.

“Well then, I wonder how open you are, after all?” Windy asked, staring at the sheer size of both of Zakia’s cocks. “With something like these, I wonder how many mares could handle you.”

“A few…” Zakia said, letting a little truth slip between his lips before trying to change the subject. “RainBo certainly can’t get enough of them.” “I’m sure she can. She got it from me after all.” Windy said, readjusting herself on her knees to be at a better angle for Zakia’s dicks. “But she hasn’t gotten my experience yet.”

Taking both cocks in hand, Windy began to gently stroke along the shafts, letting her fingers feel each throbbing sensation as they worked over Zakia’s sizes. She could only lick her lips, marveling, as she couldn’t help but savor the scent of his musk. It was thick, nearly choking, as she could almost breathe it in like a dense mist of masculinity. Zakia was by far the most manly of men she had met, almost making her forget her husband was in a chair barely across the room. Not that Bo would mind this. His wife had a habit of getting lost in her fun, so he was fine letting her enjoy herself.

“As hot as this is becoming.” Bo commented, gesturing over to the living room nearby. “Would you be against it if we took this to the living room? I’d like a nicer view that I can sit down at.”

“I’m… okay with that.” Zakia added, trying to think through his growing arousal. Windy was far better at this than RainBo could’ve ever hoped to be. “What do you think?”

“Of course sweetie, I’ll make sure you get one hell of a show” Windy said, looking up at Zakia as she rubbed both cocks against her face, before looking at her husband. “It would give us more room.” Windy voice became a lot sweeter and sultry when she said this, looking at her husband.

The look on Windy’s face caused Bo to flinch. Something about his wife’s gaze was off-putting. It felt like she was judging him. Shaking the disruptive thoughts from his head, he knew better. Windy was his number one mare. Why would she judge him over something like this? It wasn’t the first time they had ‘friends’ over and had ‘fun with her’. They were in an open relationship since the lightning bolt incident.

Getting up, Windy lured Zakia into the living room, the mare playfully dragging the zebra by his cocks. Her hands felt like velvet as her smaller hands tucked behind the flare of his cock. He went along with this. Very little of his careful and calculated thoughts were surviving his growing pleasure. This was finally the chance to fuck some real sounds into this slut. Zakia wanted to fuck her until all she could make was low moans and high coos. But Windy seemed to still hold some measure of control over this situation.

“I’m not studying yet.” Windy moaned, letting out a teasing giggle to the zebra. “We want to have fun, not rush cocklong into it.”

Taking a step back, Windy gave Zakia a show. Or was it a torture? The way this mare playfully and skillfully moved her body, twirled her hips, and slowly and carefully disrobed. It was the slowest, more aggravating strip tease the zebra had ever endured. If not for the fact Bo was sitting in a chair nearby, having grabbed a glass of some strong smelling alcohol, Zakia would’ve grabbed the mare and fuck her into sloppy submission. Taking a breath, he continued to watch on as Windy started to fully take her clothes off.

First, it was her top, slowly unbuttoning what she could before lifting it even slower over her body, letting her impressively large tits carefully slip out. To his shock, Windy wasn’t wearing a bra. Was she prepared for this? Or was she just as slutty as RainBo Dash? Or was everyone in this city like this? This had certainly caught Zakia’s attention enough to cause Windy to take notice of it, which only made her giggle in a faint blush. Bo only seemed to hoot and holler, like some frat stallion watching cheap porn. Though thankfully, the mare’s display was distracting enough.

“Come on babe, show him what you really got!” Bo said, almost commanding his wife to go faster in her strip show. Windy only giggled, going a little faster in showing herself off to Zakia. Dropping her bottoms, she wiggled her large and round ass, making sure the zebra guest could get the best look of her glistening pussy. “There we go, shake it babe!” Windy only continued to shake her hips, making her ass bounce in the air.

Zakia was more or less getting annoyed by Bo’s words. It was nearly a mood killer. And as much as he wanted to just see Bo go away, he bit his tongue, not wanting to let his own ego be overwhelmed by the cocky attitude of this stallion. He was seemingly boastful, and was making some other comments about how hot and slutty his wife was, among a plethora of other self-aggrandizing comments that no one asked for. Zakia simply ignored him, not caring for anything but his cocks throbbing almost painfully as Windy’s sensual disrobing show was over, and her now bare and naked form was slowly swaying in its alluring way towards him.

“Now then, it’s your turn to study.” Windy cooed, leaning in, nearly kissing Zakia before pulling back with a giggle. “But first, let’s get you out of these stuffy clothes.”

Swallowing hard, Zakia allowed Windy to continue her games. Once she reached the zebra, the mare wasted no time pressing her own enormous chest against his firm and muscular frame. She felt so much softer without her clothes than before, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the sweet smell of her arousal. Though as he watched on, the sight of Bo, even as he tried to avoid looking at the stallion. Zakia swallowed hard, making his best attempts to pay close attention to Windy’s husband. Zakia didn’t know why, but he felt like Bo was up to something. He would occasionally make some comments, but the zebra only planned to ignore as much as he could.

“I do like what I’m seeing so far. A young mare with the body to match the skills she has so generously shown me.” Zakia flirted in response to Windy’s approach. Windy’s smile seemed to brighten a bit at hearing the praises from the zebra stud. It was a mix of honesty and praise that was slipping out of his lips. “By all means, take your time. Enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, I plan to stud.” Windy giggled, leaning in with her alluring body, pressing her tits against Zakia’s chest, pulling at his shirt. Gently, she kissed at the side of his face, whispering sweetly into his ear. “I want to see the rest of your body, not just those fat cocks.”

Zakia felt a powerful shiver run down his spine. Windy was certainly experienced in getting a sense of arousal from him. The mare savored the moments, taking her time as she pulled at his shirt. Once opened a little more, she rubbed along his hard chest, feeling his firm and strong muscles. Her lips rolled into a silent “wow” as she continued to rub along his sturdy frame. It was such a strange sensation to have a mare take this long before he even rammed his cock inside her. Normally, he was balls deep in their throats or some other orifice by this point. Windy was clearly in better control than any mare he’s dealt with recently. Zakia did like the change of pace, the sense of tension and desire for more without even having mounted her yet.

Bo watched on. He was quite impressed with Zakia’s figure. If he was to compare himself in his prime, then Zakia was still just second best to himself. Though he clearly wasn’t as strong as the older stallion in his eyes. At least, that was something he would tell himself as the zebra was stripped of more and more clothes. His cocks stood like a pair of obsidian monoliths meant for the masses to worship, perfect for a well-skilled slut like his wife to take him down a peg, like all the other studs before him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips over the idea of Windy being stuffed by these twin cocks. Only for her to be the one in control in the end. All these cocksure stallions they’ve had over left humbled by his wife. He was the only one that ever left his wife a submissive mess after riding high after a football game in high school. Windy seemed just as excited as he did with Zakia. She certainly seemed more than a little eager as she reached Zakia’s pants. But unlike before, Windy didn’t waste too much time pulling the pants free of the zebra’s legs.

“Just about done, sweetie,” Windy commented, reaching the last of Zakia’s clothes. “Ready for real fun? Let’s see if you can handle what mama has in store for you.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that.” Zakia said with a smirk, his competitive nature leaking from his innocent guise. “I know RainBo could handle it. Can you?” Zakia taunted, flexing his cock causing a few strains of pre-cum to land on Windy and the ground beside her hooves.

Windy visibly shivered as her mouth opened instinctively again, trying to get a taste of such a gifted lover to be “Don’t you worry about this mama, she knows how to take care of young studs like yourself. So, how about you be a good boy and enjoy the moment?” Windy asked, staring down at Zakia with a confident smirk. Showing off her full nude form, she playfully swayed her hips from side to side. “Ready to see where my Dashie gets it?”

Chapter 05: Showing off to the Parents

Though Zakia wasn’t given a chance to answer that question, Windy had slowly and playfully lowered herself back to her knees. The overbearing scent of the zebra’s musk washed over her like a torrent of euphoria. Exposed to the world, these prominent obelisks of flesh made her senses shake with anticipation. She became more disoriented with each second as she tried to cope with the growing lust in her loins. Her soaked cockhole wasn’t just wet at this point, Windy could feel a flowing river between her legs as her pussy quivered in excitement once more.

“My stars… With a sack like that, you’d be very popular at one of my clubs.” Windy’s hands roamed over the heavy stallion orbs, she marveled at the monstrous sized orbs. ‘Oh my heavens this stallion…Dashie, if you let this one get away there will be tartarus to pay.’

His balls were almost as big as her head, how did he even walk around with these caused her to wonder for a moment. Though given Zakia’s size, they weren't really too out of place but still seemed a bit too big regardless but maybe that was because she was face first in front of the massive orbs.

But she couldn’t help but swear she could hear the sloshing in those magnificent cum containers before burying her face in the musky stallion balls. She really didn’t like the idea of not being able to enjoy such a stud in the future. Windy’s gaze lightly lingered on Bo who seemed to be enjoying himself at the events going on in their humble little home. Which made her smile at him in an all too familiar way that her studmuffin loved. It was a look that Windy always gave him when they had company over, that look that spoke as clear her own words that said.

‘Hope you’re enjoying the show baby.’ That was complimented by a loving and playful smile running across her face. ‘Because I know I am.’ Windy thought to herself, Bo seemed to be much the same as he seemed to be enjoying himself as well.

Now he felt like he was along for the ride instead of a part of it. The assumed looks of judgment from Windy, then glares from Zakia who thought he didn't notice those looks of annoyance every time he spoke. Or was he merely overreacting? Windy’s husband was starting to have doubts about this, this really was starting to feel like something other than casual sex.

‘If I say I am not enjoying this, we can just stop.’ Bo thought to himself contemplating his choices but once again, his ego came to save the day, pushing away any thoughts that would even consider the copulation was anything more than Windy playing with a cocksure stallion. ‘That’s always been the rule. If either wants to stop we stop.’

Within the few seconds of all that happened, it didn't take much for either Bo or Windy to get back into the show at hand. Windy couldn’t help but let loose a few soft cute moans. Zakia was getting so riled up, it reminded her of when Bo was gone for a whole month and she became the outlet to that pent up lust... It took so little to get him panting like a beast. Though the powerful musk did a number on her, she felt like she was having an estrus season with no stallion or toy in sight. No one had done that but her husband before, but Zakia was putting her into such a state. It was far more intense than anything her husband had done to her. Coupled with the surprising amount of experience he seemed to have, Zakia touched all the right places every time. while having the physique of a stallion she only saw in adult magazines… or when she started dating Bo. Windy intended to keep these bits of information to herself. Even if Zakia was proving to be a better lover, Bo would always be her number one stud. Bo also didn’t seem to notice what was happening. Zakia on the other hand, he did notice or rather he paid attention to the sweet aroma of Windy’s arousal as her pussy was a sopping mess, letting out her own powerful pheromones that served to further her bodies desire for more of what the zebra could give her. The sight of the young bucks' own body reacting so much like her own, but also herself. He didn’t let himself loose, instead he was holding himself back, enjoying the feeling over time instead of quickly. It was a guilty pleasure of hers to watch younger, less experienced stallions squirm and lose their bravado when encountering her. Blowing their load quickly after a few strikes of her tongue, but Zakia thought she was savoring him

Opening her mouth, she angled the tip of not one, but both cocks towards her mouth. She was ready to show off to the zebra, and seemed to have the confidence to go through with it. Staring down at her, Zakia watched with much interest and eagerness.

Licking her soft pillowy lips, the lust-addled milf started, pressing both dicks together as she slowly started taking them in her mouth. The reaction was instant, as Windy let loose an intentionally sultry moan around the cock heads, the vibrations mixed with her warm and welcoming maw hit the zebra hard. Zakia started gritting his teeth at the sensation. He even let out a small gasp of delight as a bit of air escaped his lungs.

The mare, despite what was seemingly impossible, at least not off the bat, was taking in the thick cockheads. Others had done this, but only one other person so far had throated both his cocks with such skill and ease and that was Applejack and if he was to be honest but these were only the tips so far, Windy still had a lot more to prove if she wanted to be really comparable to Applejack.

This challenge did nothing to sway her, instead a fire in Windy’s eyes formed instead. Windy’s insistence on it, as if striving to see how much she could handle at once. Much to Zakia’s enjoyment, if anything, the sight of this talkative slut choking on his dicks brought a smile across his face

He appeared to simply be too but he was simply too big, even for her and her skills. Despite this, the lustful mare strived to take in more and more, even as tears beaded from the side of her eyes. As much as Zakia wanted to grab the back of her head and see if he could ram the tips of his dicks right into her belly, Zakia let out a playful and caring sigh. Taking his hands, he guided her off his dicks, as she gagged only a little, coughing slightly.

Windy thought very highly of herself and not being able to do this, it was a bit embarrassing for her. But that wasn’t going to stop Windy, especially after this little embarrassing moment, she wanted to really push this zebra, herself and the challenge she had before her.

The movements of her tongue, once again sliding around the fatty flared stallion cock head before she took in one each and agonizingly slow movement, she rested her muzzle over the cock head and not so much the flare.

The small tube-like entrance in the middle that belonged to an equine cocks felt like it was being frenched and the pre-cum was being siphoned directly. She didn’t stick her tongue in or anything, it was like she was nursing on that extremely sensitive area of flesh.

“That…is amazing…” Zakia commented, looking down at the mare. “You’re way better than I thought.”

Oh, I know.” Windy said, giggled as she stuffed more and more of Zakia’s sizes in her mouth. Her voice was still somewhat clear, despite having two thick cocks in her mouth.

“I think you’re a little too big together, but don’t worry I like the challenge.” Suckling along her attempted deep throat, she pulled herself back.

She managed to reach roughly half his lengths with ease after she relaxed her throat and jaw a bit more. Her head slowly pulled off the cocks and the amount of saliva coating his cocks was far more than he expected. Zakia’s expression towards it didn't go unnoticed. “Before you ask, no I’m not gonna tell you how I did it.” Windy said with a smug smirk as Zakia raised an eyebrow before playing off a light chuckle.

. “Now that I got your ‘boys’ all nice and polished I can make you feel even better. Brace yourself Sweetie”

Taking one cock in hand, Windy licked her lips to get herself ready again. Bo only seemed to hoot and holler something as he watched his wife start taking only one of Zakia’s cocks in her mouth. The zebra continued to watch, seeing Windy was able to take one cock in her mouth, almost bottoming out the full length at once. Windy was demonstrating a lot more skill since with a cock after going back to handling just a single one. She only continued to bob her head over the thick cock, only to then take in the other dick as she switched between the two cocks with every ‘bounce’ of her head going back and forth.

“I must say, you are so much better than I thought.” Zakia groaned, trying to keep his body tensed up to keep himself from cumming. Windy’s oral skills were far superior than most mares he’s handled, and didn’t want to cum too quickly. “I am beyond impressed.”

“It’s all experience, stud.” Windy replied with a giggle, licking along Zakia’s cockhead, tasting his strong precum. “I’m more surprised you haven’t blown your load yet. Most stallions would have come by now.”

“It’s all experience, babe.” Zakia said, letting more and more of his ego slip from his persona. “Being with RainBo does give some perks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Windy giggled some more, looking up at the zebra as she continued to suckle the tip. “You’re not the first fish out of water I’ve played with.”

Zakia felt that like a small bruise to his ego. This mare, this slutty milf was taking command over the situation, and all he could do was lay back and let her control everything. Had this been any other mare, he would’ve already broken her, especially with her clearly cuckold husband watching. She would’ve been marked and stuffed with more cum than her pussy could handle. He would leave her as a wet and sloppy mess, with no semblance of self or any thoughts save for how much more cock she wanted. But Zakia was clever, he needed to be clever about this situation.

“You know, your daughter can suck me off like this too.” Zakia commented, wanting to give Windy’s ego a playful poke. Placing his hands on the sides of the mare’s head, he smirked down at her. “I guess I’ll need to discipline you too.”

“Go on honey, show him what you can do.” Bo commented, almost cheering his wife as Zakia was reminded he was there. “She’s got one of the best throat holes in Cloudsdale! Go on buddy, fuck my wife’s mouth!”

Zakia wasn’t too sure anymore. It felt less controlling if he was given permission, or rather, encouraged by the stallion to fuck his wife. How is it they could deny him the pleasure of such infidelity, and yet it felt more like he was playing into their fetishes. This would be a job for one of his Siri, not himself. Though he wanted to still enjoy himself. Taking a deep breath, Zakia did the best he could to maintain some semblance of control, but the look of fire in Windy’s eyes was all he needed to reaffirm that this was less a conquest, and just two older ponies getting off with a younger stud.

Ramming his cock in and out of Windy’s throat, Zakia held nothing back. She wanted to take his sizes, he was going to do it. Thursting in and out, fucking her mouth as the mare seemed to only enojy taking the thick, zebra sizes. It was beyond aggravating, she was barely struggling with his single dick. Feeling the frustration swell inside him, a sinister thought filled his mind. Pulling back, Zakia took both cocks and forced them into Windy’s mouth. Though she let out a playful, or struggling sound, she still seemed to eagerly savor the feeling of both cocks stretching the limits of her pussy-like throat.

“There we go, just like that.” Zakia groaned, almost humping against Windy’s lips as he nearly bottomed out in her mouth.

Windy’s eyes were burning with lust, feeling her pussy becoming more and more soaked with the zebra’s brutal treatment of her mouth. Bo continued to watch, and while Zakia expected a cuck like him to be jerking off, or some form of arousal, he seemed to only enjoy drinking his beverage as he watched the zebra shove his cocks in her mouth. Windy only seemed to go along with Zakia’s thrusting, savoring each moment of his humping body as he drove his dicks deeper and deeper in her mouth. Windy was getting more and more accustomed to feeling the thick zebra girths in her mouth as if she had trained for this.

“I have to say, your wife has an amazing mouth.” Zakia complimented, trying to get more and more of some response from Bo, but he continued to remain interested, but keeping his clothes on. As much as he wanted to mock the stallion, he still was unsure as to why he was responding as such. “Hmm, maybe I should show you something RainBo loves.”

Ramming himself as hard as he could, Zakia nearly bottomed out in Windy’s mouth, but this wasn’t the end. He still hadn’t fully figured out the mare’s personality and how clever she actually was, but he could still guess what she was thinking. To her, he was probably just some young, dumb stud who wouldn’t waste this chance to mount her just for the bragging rights. This wouldn’t have been the first time she had dealt with such a stallion.

“How about I return the favor?” Zakia commented, pulling himself away from Windy’s mouth. Though he did so slowly, making sure she would enjoy the feeling of his size as he rubbed his shaft along her throat, tongue, and lips. “I think Rainbow’s mother deserves only the best.”

Windy felt the heat in her cheeks rise at Zakia’s words. “Oh look at me blushing.” Windy said with a coy tone, her face getting more and more scarlet as Zakia seemed to be getting in position for something. Seeing what he was planning, the mare repositioned herself on the floor, laying back to spread her legs wide; giving the zebra the best view of her glistening wet pussy. “Come on stud, mount me.”

“Not yet.” Zakia said with a smirk, grabbing at Windy’s sides he lifted her. Before she could say another word, their spots were reversed. The mare was now leaning back on the couch, while the zebra was on his knees, taking in a closer look of her pussy. “There we go, much better.”

“Oh? You think being sweet will make me like you more?” Windy asked, cooing as she raised an eyebrow at Zakia’s attempts to impress her. “It’s gonna take more than that to-ohh?!”

Zakia didn’t allow Windy to finish, placing his lips against her own pussy lips. Opening and closing them as if he were slowly and yet passionately making out with the mare’s pussy, he teased and played with her. Windy nearly felt her legs cramp from stopping herself from squeezing her thighs together. Zakia was far more skilled than she gave him credit for. He was certainly more than just a handsome stud with a muscular frame and magnificent cocks. He has experience, even if he tried to downplay it, there was no hiding his talents from her.

“You’re better than I thought.” Windy moaned, her voice shaking with her growing pleasure. “Honey, he’s really good. Dashie’s been holding out on us.”

“Really?” Bo asked, taking another sip, though a small part of him felt as though this zebra was giving his pride a poke. Eating out his wife was something he took great pride in, and Windy’s reaction to Zakia just starting certainly caught his attention. But he’s seen this bravado before, he wasn’t going to spoil the fun over some lucky break. “Keep it up kid, show my wife a good time!”

Ignoring the stallion, Zakia continued to enjoy Windy’s pussy. Using his lips to open up her pussy, he wiggled in his tongue, but this time, he felt like really pushing the mare to her limits. Slowly and carefully, he inched his tongue into her moist hole, but just as it seemed like he was at the ends of his tongue, he kept going. Windy’s headache back in pleasure as she felt as if Zakia’s tongue was wriggling within her pussy as if it were a thin, skilled cock.

“What…is that? Is that really you’r---- Haaaa!” Windy’s sentence was cut short as the sudden jolt of pleasure took her by surprise, causing the air in her lungs to quickly escape her. Making her words become more and more spaced with each panting breath. “Z-Zakia…your tongue…it feels so good.”

“Really? He’s that good at it?” Bo asked, showing more and more interest in Zakia’s eating out his wife. “I mean he certainly isn’t as good as me babe.” Though his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Windy continued to moan closer and closer to a coming orgasm.

But just as soon as Windy felt as though she was about to squirt in climax over Zakia’s face, the zebra stopped completely. Looking down, the mare’s eyes only seemed to widen in surprise. This stallion’s tongue was remarkably long, as if it was more than twice the length and thickness of any other pony’s tongue. Not only that, but flexible, almost as if it could wiggle with the dexterity of a pinky finger. If she didn’t know any better she would have guessed it was some time of tentacle exploring her sopping batter box. Huffing and puffing in her denied release, Windy only gave Zakia a playful pouting face.

“Isn’t it rude to leave a mare hanging?” Windy asked, cooing a little as she looked down at Zakia’s mischievous expression. “Just what do you plan to do to make up for it?”

“Well, I was thinking of starting with this.” Zakia commented, slipping his long tongue back into his mouth as he slowly stood up. Leaning over Windy’s body, he groped at her large chest, squeezing and teasing at her nipples and soft flesh with ease. “There we go, I really need to enjoy what’s on offer before I go all the way.”

“Oh? Well, aren't you just the most ‘playful tease’.” Windy cooed, making her moving exaggerated and smooth. Wind began reaching up with her arms to wrap around the back of Zakia’s neck. “Maybe you need to show off a little more.”

“You mean like this?” Zakia asked with a cocky tone, leaning down on one of Windy’s breasts, taking it into his mouth as he suckled on the large milk dispensers, while making sure his teeth would graze over her nipples. “That’s more like it!”

Tugging back at them gently, enough to get a bit of a response in the form of a low sultry moan. He didn’t let up either as he teased her nipples. He’d latch onto one breast, circle the nipple with his tongue as it tried to coil around the fleshy nub before an audible wet sound that echoed in the room. Zakia’s cocks at the same time, began to pulse and throb with a noticable. Zakia’s twin pillars of stallionhood let loose a thick sap like glob of pre-cum that coated the floor nearby. While his meaty pricks now had a heavy and thick and very sap like pre-cum slowly drizzling and hanging from his cock. Bo wasn’t too sure what to think right now but he did know. It seemed almost like he was addled and unable to do much for himself other than keep watching as this zebra was working over Windy. He couldn’t deny it, Zakia was very talented at what he did.

‘He’s bett… no he’s not. I-I..I can do better. Why wouldn’t I be able to do better, after all, who’s better than this stud? Nobody, that's who!’ Bo thought to himself. He couldn’t shake the feeling that gnawed at chest. It was a sinking and tight feeling inside his chest. Bo wasn’t sure to make sense of the feeling as it was a sensation he had never really experienced but once and that was…Bo didn’t let his mind entertain such thoughts as they seemed to want to bring him down.. What was there to worry about? ‘Don’t over think things Bo, All this is, is another round of fun his wife brought home. Nothing else, why would it be anything more than that? Windy isn’t the type to make it more than that… right?’

The reverberting cries of pleasure from Windy grabbed his attention though, yanking him from his own little world in his head. Windy was having a hard time dealing with the assault of oral pampering Zakia was spoiling her body with. He knew his way around a mare, he knew when he found a sweet spot in her cunt and was relentless in his efforts to target that area, edging her closer and closer to release. Only for it to be stopped short of the release she desired so much.

“If this stud keeps play-iinng with my b-breasts like that I-I’ll….” Windy didn't get to finish her thoughts that were already broken up as she felt another surge of pleasure rush through her as the zebra groped her other breast. “Ah! It feels soooo good!”

‘This is becoming too easy.’ Zakia’s mind wandered a little as he tried to milk out as many moans as he could from the milf mare. ‘But if she thinks I’m gonna let her cum, after denying me any sweet relief,, she’s got another thing coming!’

Zakia continued to grope and suckle Windy’s breast, switching between what he’s holding and what he’s sucking on. The mare only seemed to get closer and closer to orgasm, but was getting denied whenever she was at the very edge of climax. She was being denied her orgasm, she was getting played by this zebra, and Windy couldn’t help but feel a sense of thrill from this challenge. Zakia was much more than he seemed, and he was only getting started.

“Maybe we should try something else to make you moan for me.” Zakia smirked, pulling back against Windy's tits, only to lean by the side of her face, only to whisper his compelling words. “Just like your daughter, I’m gonna make sure that chatty mouth of yours only can sputter out a moan or or slurred words”

“If you can do it, then prove it!.” Windy moaned as she goaded the zebra on, Her words hung over her through, the idea of such a dominating stallion that could make her quiver like Zakia was. It was hitting every button for her, it had been years since a stallion had claimed her like this. Only person that had done that to her before was her sweet husband Bo.

“Despite all that…” Zakia said, his voice sounding excited at the provocation to his intent. “You still have a bit of fight in you…. I like that.”

Pulling back, Zakia grabbed the sides of Windy’s hips, making sure to slide his hands from her chest as he flicked one of her nipples and pinching the other, his finger tips from breasts down to abdomen as he let his large hands wrap around her waist as he gripped at her sides. Sliding his hands chrome her waist, resting at her back above her tail, put some pressure at the base of her tail with his thumbs. Windy’s tensing up and brief quivering from that one area having pressure applied gave Zakia all the information he needed. His hands resumed their work, moving further towards her bottom but his thumbs remained on that one spot at the base of her tail.

Before having to finally let up so he could grasp Windy’s bottom in full, working all the way down to her large button and putting his hand under them, he jostled his hands upwards as he gripped her butt from below. Causing the mare's backside to jiggle as Zakia played with her body. Though Zakia had fun exploring her body, he did want to do it in a more comfortable position. With another brief showing of his surprising strength, he lifted her, turning his body about and resting back on the couch in a quick and fluid action, but while he let the mare rest on his waist, he was letting her grind her soaked pussy against his cocks. As she wiggled her hips over Zakia’s dicks, her own slick juices only ran along the girth of his upper cock, while his precum dripped on the floor from each respective cockhead.

‘Fuck, he's good at riling up a mare.’ Windy thought to herself as Zakia kept playing with her body like it was puddy in his hands. ‘Where did you find this one Dashie?’

Though with how badly she wanted to go limp and slump into every touch it wasn’t too far from the truth. Windy though wasn’t gonna let this young buck get his way that easily, he was gonna have to work for it and with how he was doing now... He was gonna earn it and a bonus. Windy wanted to see how much farther Zakia would take this before mounting her as she was certain he was gonna be ready to buck her into a near comatose state at this point but he was making a real effort to mimic her own efforts and show her that he is a bit more skilled than the average stallion that she deals with.

“Doing pretty good sweetie, but is that all you can do?” Windy teased as she playfully taunted the zebra. “Not that I mind this hands-on experience.”

“Depends, what would you want me to do?” Zakia teased right back, smirking harder as he continued to grope windows bottom with one hand, letting his fingers sink into the fatty flesh while his free hand gave her bottom a resounding smack that echoed in the room. The sharp mix of both pain and stimulation caused a moan to escape from Windy’s lungs. “Come on, I wanna hear something.”

‘Oh fuck, that one is gonna leave a mark’ Windy thought to herself as she could imagine how red her bottom was gonna be if he did that again, let alone the time he’d be with her with him being Dashie’s fiance. ‘Ooo…mmmm…’

Windy’s lips only quivered at the prospect, the rush of being dominated had all but become a fever dream. She indulged in other stallions' fantasies to dominate her but it was all roleplay in the end, to make them feel better about it all and give them a bit of confidence they normally didn’t have. Now though she felt like that was anything but the case, she was certain that if Zakia had a few more years of experience with her. That he would have her wearing a collar and dragged around on a leash like an owner and its pet.

“Come on, stud.” Windy cooed out, her tone sounding far more sultry and inviting than it had been before. Wanting to stoke that fire in hopes of making Zakia push for that a bit harder, she redoubled her efforts at goading him into doing more. “Show me what you got!” Taking a chance though with her efforts, she wanted to see just how much of her own thoughts aligned with Zakias. Testing the waters, she spoke out in that sultry tone, lacing it with a quivering need “Fuck me…Master…” When Windy felt the sharp and powerful throb from Zakia’s double decker dicks, she knew she had hit her mark. Looking up at Zakia with a knowing look that felt more smug than anything. Zakia responded in kind without breaking the stride of his actions.

“Oh I will, I really will.” Zakia leaned in and whispered into her ear. “You know though, your daughter calls me daddy. Now you’re calling me master… I wonder how much she’s actually told you about me and what I'm into.” Zakia asked, half curious as to what RainBo had said.

More comparisons with her daughter, this wasn’t the first time she had felt this feeling, nor the first time she had been compared to RainBo Dash. But in those cases, Windy wasn’t sure if her daughter had actually engaged in such things, but for Zakia, there was no doubt in her mind. Her precious daughter, her darling Dashie, had not only taken such thick sizes, but from the sound of it, she could handle it. There was still a sense of pride and a flicker of envy in her mind. She was so proud her daughter was able to find such a talented stallion, and yet she had her own pride as a mare of much more experience.

Playfully, Windy rolled her eyes, though more so because she knew it would take something especially kinky and special to let her new “Master” allow her to cum. This was by no means the same form of conquest Zakia was normally capable of, this mare was far too strong willed; or the zebra simply wasn’t putting in as much effort as he normally would. Or it was possible he was trying to sow the seeds of longing inside Windy’s mind, slowly corrupting her to his ways. It was hard to tell if there were any onlookers. Bo only continued to watch with more and more eagerness. After a few seconds, Windy was up on her feet, though Zakia gave her ass another playful smack before she turned back around.

“How about this stud?” Windy said, bending her knees, arching her hips forward to better show off her dripping and longing pussy, and raising her hands above her head to better lift her mane to give Zakia the more erotic display she could muster. Wiggling her hips from side to side, she let out a panting breath as her tongue hung from her mouth. “Come on Master” Windy coo’d out for the Zebram. “Show me how you treat Dashie. I want the full experience.”

“Now that’s better, maybe even worth a reward.” Zakia chuckled a little, leaning back as if he was trying to remain more and more in control over the situation. Windy’s display was making his cocks much harder, but he wasn’t done teasing her just yet, it was also the best time to throw her a curveball that would hopefully lead to RainBo Dash behaving in the future.

“But first, we should discuss your daughter. I don’t want to forget something very important to talk about because of how sexy you are, Windy.”

“Such a tease,” Windy responded, remaining where she was and working her hips as she layed on the bed, waiting to be bred. Though her tone changed to a more serious one “A bit of a weird time to bring this up, but what’s wrong with Dashie?”

“I wanted to much earlier but you and your husband tend to… control the conversation. I mean how much have I actually gotten to tell you about myself but how much have you told me?” Zakia said

Both Bo and Windy faces formed a somewhat sheepish smile, Zakia wasn’t wrong and neither of them could deny it.

“So what’s wrong? I’m sure we can manage a conversation as we have fun, just go slow early on for my own sake please.” Windy asked, wanting to go deep into this.

Zakia nodded, having approached Windy and grazing his cock heads across her sopping slit, feeling it quiver every time he let it touch her swollen lips.

“Unfortunately, your daughter…” Zakia began, trying to think carefully about his words. “RainBo Dash is an exceptional mare, but due to her behavior, she is at risk of losing her top position.”

It was the word “top” that seemed to cause both Windy and Bow’s eyes to widen. Their daughter, losing her top position, her first place in anything, that couldn’t be allowed. Though they knew RainBo has always had a bit of a wild streak, the notion that it could become a problem like this…they never considered it, and now it seemed to only bring worry and dread to them. Zakia could see the worry in their eyes, and he was ready to do anything for their precious daughter. This left them desperate, and this zebra knew how to manipulate the desperate.

“Now, I know you both love RainBo Dash very much, and I want only what’s best for her too.” Zakia explained, maintaining his illusion of care over the mare. “But her behavior is becoming an issue. She’s been acting out so much, her position at the top is at risk.” Zakia watched as Windy stifled a moan as Zakia spoke, his cocks still teasing her entrance, never parting her flower open.

“Is there anything we can do?” Windy mewled out, knowing full well she could get RainBo to listen to her and also to sate this growing desire of hers. Her mind seemed to race a little before finally an answer came to her.

“H-how about this? If you can make me cum, I’ll make sure my Dashie’s attitude changes.”

Zakia smirked as he saw how desperate Windy had gotten already. Using herself as some type of benchmark of worth and proposing a trade that gets her what she wants more easily.

Perhaps she was actually challenging him with such an easy provocation compared to how the two bantered before? Or maybe she was far too horny to actually think of a better offer, and needed release first. Bo seemed quiet about this, though the expression on his face was slightly more serious. It seemed mentioning RainBo Dash had a much different reaction out of him than it did for Windy. Zakia made a mental note of that, but was certain to see how far he could go. Though part of him really just wanted to fuck this milf into submission over anything else. Nodding a little, he was ready to play his part.

“You don’t really have a place to barter.” Zakia commented, tenderly rubbing the side of Windy’s cheek. “But I’ll still give you a reward for being such a good mare for me..”

“Maybe I can’t bargain.” Windy commented, an idea forming in her mind. Even with her care and compassion for her daughter, she couldn’t deny just how turned on she was. “But maybe I can help…change your mind…Master.”

“We can certainly try something I suppose.” Zakia commented, still maintaining his position of authority over the mare, but now was angling both his cockheads at Windy’s moist entrance. Not with an intent to thrust immediately, but to tease her. “But you have to show me you can even make a request.”

“Oh?” Windy said, raising an eyebrow as she felt one of the hard cockheads kiss against her pussy lips. “I see what you mean. I know what you want stu-...Master.” Leaning back, she better adjusted her body to let the blunt head of the dick tease her pussy lips. “Please, tell me all about Dashie’s behavior.”

“Well, to start with…” Zakia commented, clearing his throat as he wedged one of his dicks into Windy’s pussy. Barely an inch, enough to send a shivering tease throughout her body. “You see, RainBo Dash seems to have a bit of a rebellious side to her, and while that was a wonderful part of her charm, it is starting to get in the way of the work she does with me.” As he spoke, he continued to prod and probe, but not thrust or delve any deeper within the mare’s body. “Now the work we do, while it can afford to be casual about it, does have some serious moments and RainBo Dash seems to not be able to tell the difference…”

Zakia’s words only seemed to trail off as Windy’s body was being teased into further and further pleasures. Though she could make out some key words. Words like “ranking”, “placement”, and “top spot” were among what her ears could register, but the pleasure rippling through her was making it harder and harder for the mare to think, let alone speak any words that resembled coherent sentencing. Bo, however, was listening in keenly, nodding his head a little as he continued to sip on his drink; though Zakia barely noticed he was still watching.

“Well, what do you mean by all that?” Bo asked, drawing Zakia’s attention to him, reminding him he was still watching the zebra fuck his wife on the couch. “I mean, I know Dashie can be very straightforward, she shouldn’t be causing that much of a hassle, right?”

“I would like to agree with you, but things are not so simple.” Zakia explained, thinking to himself quickly just how he could explain everything to the parents, but not reveal too much. “RainBo Dash is a talented mare, perhaps one of the best mares I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, but her current behavior is making it harder and harder to…and I do apologize for this if it comes across as rude…make excuses for her attitude towards our work.”

“I understand, I do, I do.” Bo nodded, giving Zakia a somewhat more serious tone. “But I’m sorry, but I need some more details. What exactly is she doing?”

“I didn’t want to get too detailed, because it is a sensitive topic, and I want to be sure that I’m saying all things because I care about RainBo Dash and want her to succeed.” Zakia explained, taking another breath before continuing. “Our organization focuses on the cultural exchanges between my people and the rest of Equestria, and so it does take many, many bits to finance.” As he spoke, his hips slowly started pistoning in and out of Windy’s pussy, but going slow and steady, not pushing even a quarter of his length in the mare’s body. “RainBo Dash’s antics have started to cost us much of the income we acquire, and so it’s becoming harder and harder to do many of our smaller projects and programs at this rate. And unfortunately, I have been given many anonymous “concerning letters”. So I would like to come to a resolution where she can stay in our top spot.”

“I’m a little concerned someone would want to write concerning letters about my Dashie!” Bo snapped, but then quickly calmed himself, even Windy turned an eye to see her husband behave in such a way. Zakia understood, these parents cared deeply for their child, and so he expected this reaction. “I’m sure this is all just a massive misunderstanding. I know my Dashie can be a little headstrong, she got it from me afterall and I’ve never had issues with that back in my day.”

“I understand your concerns, and trust me, I want what’s best for RainBo Dash.” Zakia said, still showing a display of care, which made it all the harder to keep himself from smirking as he suddenly rammed his cock into Windy’s pussy. The mare gasped as she felt her pussy not only be stretched by the sheer size of just one of the zebra cocks, but it pushed all the way into her womb. Bottoming out, the dick opened her cervix, kissing the interior of her womb as her ovaries shivered with delight. “But unless we can come up with a solution, RainBo might lose her top spot. And while I care deeply for her, I can’t think of anything right now.”

“M-maybe we can think of something…together?” Windy asked, moaning a little as she spoke in a somewhat jumbled and broken tone as she felt the girth fully inside her, but Zakia wasn’t moving any further with it. “H-h-how does that sound?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.” Zakia commented, pulling back nearly half way before thrusting as hard and deep as he could before. “You were asking what you can do to help?” Windy only gasped out, moaning as she nodded with a near sloppy smile across her face.” Moving only a little more, but just enough to continue teasing the mare’s body. “She’s been very disruptive and isn’t listening to anyone in regards to her behavior, so I’m willing to listen to any suggestions.”

“M-maybe there’s something we can think of.” Windy moaned, her words becoming harder and harder to understand as Zakia pistoning his cock in and out of the mare’s pussy as she tried to keep speaking. “W-we can talk to her.”

“I don’t know.” Zakia replied, keeping up his pace as he continued to move his cock in Windy’s pussy, though he was slowly his motions, fully stopping after a few moments. “She refuses to listen to me, and she’s starting to act like she can get away with anything because of how valuable she is to our organization.” Without warning, he started fucking in and out of milf mare’s pussy, getting rougher and rougher as he started to slowly let his frustrations bleed into his bodily motions. “She refuses to behave, refuses to listen, she acts out, and she has been causing repeated scenes that require constant attention!”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but fuck harder and more savagely into fucking the mare’s body. Windy only continued to moan out like a sloppy fucked whore as this zebra was stretching her out. Bo, however, continued to look at the zebra’s face, a serious expression held across his own. For a moment, Zakia wasn’t sure what to expect out of the stallion. He was still a mystery and it was unknown what manner of actions he could take if pushed enough. Windy, it was obvious he could break her with his cocks, or at least he was prepared for anything with her. But Bo, this stallion seemed to float between a loving husband and a defending father.

‘Take a breath, maybe this is just how he normally is.’ Zakia thought to himself, his eyes still fixed on Bo, who was seemingly staring into his soul. ‘Maybe this isn’t a threat, but his obsession with RainBo Dash is causing this reaction? These two seem to care about their daughter a little too much.’ As he continued to smack the insides of Windy’s pussy with his blunt cock, a realization hit him. ‘Wait, do they not care what RainBo Dash actually does? Or are they so caught up in her being the best they haven’t even thought of asking what she does?’ This realization caused a long internal pause for the Zebra before Bo’s voice brought him back to the events at hand.

“We will have to talk more after you’re done with Windy.” Bo’s gaze glanced over Windy, his own insecurities were starting to become a bit more apparent. “There’s no rush.”

Windy seemed to be enjoying herself a bit more than Bo expected, in the back of his head he felt a bit of panic wash over him as his faith in Windy waived for a moment. In an attempt to push away such thoughts, his ego cannibalizes itself as it rationalizes that things were fine and Windy isn’t some hussy that could be claimed, after all. Bo had done that years ago when they were in highschool. Wanting to diffuse this tension, Bo kept on how he always had and dropped his overly serious tone as his gaze that had become locked on the Zebra softened.

“When it comes to our Dashie, I think both Windy and I should really talk it out with you.” Bo said, his fatherly attitude reigning strong when it came to his daughter. “I find it hard to believe that RainBo Dash would become a problem like you’re saying.”

“And well, I think Windy isn’t really able to think straight with that dicking she’s getting at the moment.” Chuckling a little, he slapped his knee a little. “You hear that Windy? How does it feel?” Bo’s actions didn’t match his intention near the end, feeling more awkward and forced. Which wasn’t missed by either Zakia or Windy.

“H-H-He's really go-ooood! He's hitting do de-ep! My pus…sy feels so full... hid cockhead ferls like its hit the back of my womb!” Windy slurred out, her words had started to become incoherant as Zakia kept fucking her. Zakia moved like he was trying to destroy her cunt with his size alone but he moved like he was trying to ruin her for anyone else, making pussy be the perfect fit for his cocks as her insides got reshaped to handle the monolith zebra dick. “Maaastaaaaaah!”

Windy cried out for Zakia in a now clearly broken speech. Bo couldn’t help but let out a much more hearty laugh at his wife’s words. It was a nice sight to see his wife enjoying herself but… he couldn’t help but feel envious of the Zebra doing that to Windy and not himself. Having progressively more and more trouble pushing these things aside. Bo abruptly wanted a change of scenery and the activities going on. As well as this, he was curious how much better Zakia could be if he had more leg room, seeing him have to constantly bend and adjust himself.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” Bo suggested, his actions once again felt a bit awkward or forced. Though Bo was ignorant of how his own actions looked. Looking between the two, his drink finished as he was already getting up for a refill, looking somewhat hurried or struggling to cope with something. “I’ll be up there shortly, just need a new drink.”

“Oh, that is a good idea.” Windy said, taking a moment to process everything, with Zakia supporting her figure a bit. She was able to regain herself. Much to Zakia’s surprise, showing the Siri Leader that what he had thought he was doing, wasn’t nearly as effective as he thought. “So much more room for fun. I could even find a ‘toy’ or two if you want some assistance in taking care of your new pet…. Master.” Her voice resonated with Zakia’s as her tone became so enticing, like a Siren’s song. She really was showing her experience by getting Zakia as enticed as she did with just a few words.

“I don’t think those will be needed.” Zakia claimed, his tone held a bit of the same pride that Bo had earlier. Windy seemed to be very good at making a stallion feel like they had something to prove. “Besides, I’d rather feel that cunt gripping my dick of yours over some toy.”

“Aww, that’s a shape but I can’t blame you. If I was a stallion I’d want to feel how good my pussy is as well.” Windy teased, grabbing Zakia's arms, pulling him up from the couch. Quickly, she hugged her soft tits against his arm as she giggled. “If you don’t wanna play with toys then you better be sure to fuck this pussy like your name is on and own it. Your new pet is very very high maintenance. ”

“Oh don’t worry about that. I take very good care of all my pets, even the ones that are a bit more needed than others.” Zakia smirked, looking down at Windy. His mouth was still speaking some tone of kindness and passion. “I’m gonna enjoy ruining you way too much.” Zakia said as he did feel his authority and masculinity challenged and felt a need to reassert himself over Windy and her rather cheeky attitude.

Being all but dragged by his cocks it felt like Windy had quickly escorted to the bedroom. Zakia took in the short break to look around the house some more. Plenty of photos of not only Windy and Bo, but RainBo Dash. If anything, by a quick count, there were far more pictures of their daughter than anything else. Different parts of her life, different ages, and of course, different awards and achievements. Even some where she didn’t get first place in the competition. Windy was quick to bring him to her bedroom, which was surprisingly well furnished. Despite being in a cloud settlement, the room looked quite quaint and relaxed. Though the bed was very large, by his count, able to handle at least half a dozen ponies.

“Here we are Master.” Windy said, releasing her hold on Zakia only to have her hips swaying left and right before she had found herself bent over the bed, her hips shaking a bit more giving her bottom a nice jiggle as she looked back at Zakia. “Just a moment, you’ll love this.”

In a swift and unexpectedly agile motion. Windy had spun herself on the bed like some professional stripper. Her back was now firmly on the bed after her little twirl and her legs up in the air, before slowly spreading her legs open to show the near waterfall levels of arousal that fluid from her pussy. Zakia raised an eyebrow as a small smile formed with his reaction at her display and he had to admit… that was smooth and hot as hell.

“I heard a lot of younger mares do this type of thing… oh.” Windy saw Zakia’s reaction, she wasn’t expecting such an intense reaction as his cocks seemed to get even thicker and throb harder than before. ‘Mama is gonna have to use this trick more often.’ Thought to herself before she got back into her role as Zakia’s pet. “Please don’t make me wait Master. I’ve been such a good mare lately. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” Windy teased, her playful tone mixed with a strong desire for Zakia to really lay into her this time.

“You’re right, you’ve been going well beyond what I could have expected, So how can I say no to rewarding such a good pet. ” Zakia chuckled as he started approaching the mare, he angled both cockheads to the mare’s soaked entrance. With a nervous chuckle, she looked up at him, who was only gleaming down at her with a near dominating expression. “Like your husband said, enough foreplay. I wanna hear you scream my name.”

Before Windy could say another word, Zakia thrusted himself, nearly bottoming out both sizes in the milf mare’s pussy. She arched her head back as she screamed that peaked when she felt an abrupt rise in pleasure that caused her to climax so quickly. The long denial was seemingly over, as she could feel the held back climaxes she had longed for for nearly the last hour, finally come to her. It was better than anything she had felt in such a long time. Her body was burning with pleasure as she trembled with more and more lustful urges for more. Zakia was by far better than any stallion she had in such a long time.

“Who said you could cum?” Zakia asked, his tone echoing out a dominating voice as he grabbed at both of Windy’s tits. Groping hard, he caused more and more of her slutty voice to cry out as he tugged and squeezed harder and harder. “Looks like your Master will need to punish you for this.”

“Yes Master!” Windy called out in pleasure, feeling only the longing to be fucked more.”Give me more!”

Thrusting in and out faster and faster, Zakia showed Windy’s pussy no mercy, making her take his full lengths, or at least half of them as he fucked harder and harder. The time for kindness, or any sense of restraint was over. This whore needed to be fucked, and he was going to break her so no other stallion could ever enjoy this slutty hole again. Windy didn’t seem too phased by this, if anything, her pussy was becoming accustomed to this thick size, even taking in more and more of the twin cocks.

“How’s that, whore?” Zakia grunted, grabbing at Windy's hips to get a better angle to thrust in and out with greater fever. Pushing forward while pulling back, he delved deeper and deeper, almost fully in the mare’s pussy. “You love being stretched by my fat cocks?”

“I do! I love it!” Windy moaned, feeling herself getting deeper and deeper into her next orgasm. “Fuck me more Master, make me your bitch!”

“I’m gonna do more than that.” Zakia said with a smirk, his mind racing with more and more devious ideas. So focused on this, he failed to notice Bo walking into the room. “I’ll stuff you so full, you’ll forget your husband’s face!”

Bo chose to say nothing, only sitting in a chair and continued to watch eagerly as Zakia continued to fuck his wife. If anything, he was enjoying it as the younger zebra was getting more and more into it. This wasn’t the first time some young stud fucked her so boldly. If anything, Bo was more and more impressed by Zakia’s motions. No matter the personality of the stallion, when fucking Windy, every stallion becomes more and more honest with their ambition and pride. Then again, there was almost nothing more alluring than the idea of fucking someone’s wife better than the husband. The thrill of possibly stealing her, or even the risk of impregnating her, all were arousals that Bo enjoyed. His confidence was unshaken, knowing his wife would never fall for anyone else.

Nearly fully within the mare’s pussy, Zakia could see his dicks were almost within Windy’s pussy, but this wasn’t going as he wanted. The mare was getting too used to it. He could tell by the look in her eyes, she was adapting. Faster than before, it wouldn’t be long before she would not only handle both sizes in her velvet soft entrance, but she would crave it. All this would do, would make another RainBo Dash, and that wouldn’t work for his plans. He needed to break her, or at least sway her enough to his side that she would desire more.

“What’s wrong Master?” Windy asked, seeing that Zakia seemed to be deep in thought and held a serious expression. “Are you about to cum? You wanna stuff your hot load in my needy pussy?”

“Not yet, slut.” Zakia grunted, huffing a little as he kept his humping pace going. “But I think you need to feel even better!”

Pulling out, Zakia used his strength to not only turn Windy over, but lift her ass a little, nudge her head down, and angle his slick and soaked cockheads now at her pussy and ass entrances. The mare barely had a moment to try and prepare for what was about to happen, but it was all in vain as the zebra raised a hand, smacking her ass. The sting of pain only seemed to echo across her body as he rammed his cocks in both her ass and pussy. It was like going from the heat of a hot bath to the sharp chill of a cold bath. And repeating this sensation, Zakia only continued to thrust his cocks between smacking her ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, my ass…my pussy…fuck…it feels so good!” Windy moaned, feeling more and more of herself falling into her next climax, but whenever she was ready to cum, Zakia’s hand smacked again, denying her the sweet release. “Please Master, fuck me more, make me yours, fuck me full!”

Bo continued to watch, blissfully unaware that while he had seen Windy playact the cheating wife, or even the submissive mare to the stolen wife, but in reality, as slow as it was, the mare’s body was starting to betray her devotion to her husband. The mind still seemed resistant, but not resistant in an act of defiance, but more so the pleasure of playing this role. But with each hard thrust, Windy’s mind was getting less and less rebellious, and her body was becoming more and more addicted to the feeling of Zakia’s cocks. What both failed to notice was the piercings along the zebra’s body, it was rubbing along the mare’s insides in a way no stallion ever had, and he was going to use every possible advantage to break her.

In and out, hard and fast, Zakia continued to fuck Windy’s pussy and ass, making her moan louder and louder, nearly screaming in wild passion. Her soft flank was already bright red from his smacks, but trembled for more. The slapping sounds of zebra hips and mare ass echoed out within the room, making both participants more and more soaked with sweat. It was a rush, a sensation of passion and release as Zakia only seemed more eager to break the milf mare’s will and make her devoted to his will. Though he didn’t want to risk anything too ominous, especially with the change Windy could always call out for Bo, the zebra called on as much strength as he could, fucking deeper into the mare’s body.

“It’s coming you slut!” Zakia grunted, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm, a feeling he had tried to hold back as he wanted to make the mare beg for it. “You want it? You want my hot cum?”

“I want it, I want it!” Windy screamed out, the further orgasm denial was acting as the means to push her deeper and deeper into Zakia’s clutches. “Fuck me full Master! Cum in me! Knock me up! Make me yours! I want your fat cum inside me!”

Zakia smirked, he could tell what a desperate mare willing to do anything for dick sounded like. He had won, though not fully. There was still that show that she wouldn’t sell out her husband for his dicks, but there was no denying her pussy and ass were squeezing on his dicks hard. Though this wasn’t the same as his normal conquests, Zakia was still confident in the fact Windy would be his eventually. Or at the very least, she would not betray him and require a more “direct” approach to break her.

Saying nothing more, Zakia felt it was time to wrap things up, as there was still much to discuss with Windy and Bo, and he needed the mare a little more aware of her surroundings, not fucked into an orgasm coma. Keeping up his paces, the mare continued to moan and scream out in pleasure, as if she was ready to announce to all of Cloudsdale she was getting fucked by the best stud around. Not that it mattered to Zakia, from how Windy made it sound, her neighbors wouldn’t think much of her being fucked like a whore.

Smirking, Zakia was ready to release himself. Raising both hands, he brought them down hard on Windy’s ass, making another loud spanking sound as he groped her soft flank hard. Jerking back and thrusting forward, the zebra stud fully bottomed out in the mare’s ass and pussy. Her belly bulged out from his thick sizes, but only continued to swell out further as his thick zebra cum was being pumped into her holes. Windy herself screamed in orgasm, arching her head back as she howled in pleasure. The mare’s body was fully devoted to Zakia, there was no doubt in his mind he had turned her flesh to his will. Her mind was only half broken by him. At the very least, whenever she would call him Master, it would be in devotion, not some roleplay anymore, he was sure of that.

Zakia’s cum was filling the mare, surging through his cocks and into her holes, leaving her more and more swollen with his burning lust. No one, no stallion, her husband, or even a wild night of gangbangs and orgies have stuffed this much cum within her. For nearly another full minute or two, Zakia’s cocks continued to release his potent and thick cum in her body. Her belly was more and more rounded as both womb and stomach was now churning with cum, leaving her in a condition that looked more akin to a late term pregnancy than just one wild fuck. Bo was beyond impressed with Zakia’s performance, nodding as he finished his current drink as he watched to fucked silly, sloppy look on Windy’s face.

“That was amazing!” Bo said, finally speaking up again as he all but clapped his hands at Zakia’s performance. The zebra nearly jumped from his skin as he finally noticed the stallion. Especially after all he said and did to the mare. “Really, it’s been so long since I’ve seen her fucked like that. Though I was always better at pleasing her, it’s so good to know someone else can try to match me.”

“I’m…glad I could live up to your expectations.” Zakia responded, composing as he couldn’t see any malice in Bo’s eyes. “Maybe she should get cleaned up?”

“How about both of you take a long shower?” Bo suggested, gesturing to a door in the master bedroom. “Both of you put in quite the workout, so you need to clean all that hot sweat and cum off.”

“Thank you, sir.” Zakia said, feigning a show of respect and submissive tone to the stallion. “I’ll get her cleaned up.”

Chapter 06: A Long Talk

“And I tell the guy, the Tatarus you will! That’s my wife!” Was all but yelled as the boisterous words of Bo echoed in the room. “Needless to say the other guy could tell that he couldn’t match a stud such as myself. Very few can after all!” Bo proclaimed for the umpteenth time. Though every time he said it, it kept getting more and more exaggerated in a different way.

‘If you weren't the father of an element of harmony, and your wife wasn’t sucking me off with such a talented mouth. I’d have my hands around your throat.’ Zakia thought to himself as he considered all the ways to permanently silence Bo. ‘Just endure it, just smile and nod.’

Luckily for the greatly annoyed Siri Leader, he had his head on the table, Or the scowls and disdain would be made far more apparent to the other stallion to see and understand how Zakia was really feeling about all this. It was easier to tolerate the stallion recounting his ‘glory days’ if he didn't have to worry about his facial expressions. That doubled with Windy’s talented tongue and her ability to easily ignore her gag reflex made Zakia care a little less about Bo’s non-stop prattling on asinine stories that served only to stoke the stallion’s own ego.

‘Poor guy, He was so sure of himself earlier.’ Bo smirked as he saw Zakia’s head firmly on the table. It wasn’t uncommon when his wife was involved. ‘Even trying to get Windy to call him master. Now if it was me, then it would be no problem. Not many can handle a mare as well as this stud.’

Bo’s own smirk got bigger as he allowed his inner monologue to become just as annoying as he was, while remaining wholly ignorant to it all. Thankfully For Zakia’s own sanity, Bo had kept these remarks to himself. Zakia's only form of reprieve came from Bo's own wife, Windy Whistles. Zakia getting close, that was for sure, Windy seemed to be getting more into it under the table. Enough that she began bumping her head on the bottom of the table enough that it was jostling drinks around the assortment of sweets laid out for their enjoyment by Windy ironically.

Zakia was almost certain she was gonna have a swollen knot on her head by the time she was done with how many times she bumped her head. She didn’t seem to mind or was she just that dutiful that it didn’t bother her, Bo despite his grandiose didn’t like the idea of his wife bumping her head like that any longer. Mumbling something about her pretty little noggin as he stood up and looked at Zakia before speaking.

“Heya Champ, mind leaning back a bit?” Bo said as he attempted to get Zakia’s attention, whose face was still face planted into the table as he ‘suffered’ Windy’s ravenous appetite. Though being thankful that he had put in a bit of stamina training after what happened with Fluttershy when he first met her. “Wanna show you a neat little trick that I think wifey will be grateful for.”

Bo didn’t give the zebra much of a chance though to even respond, let alone react and he really should have. Bo, being very direct with his intent, was a bit forceful with his attempts to get Zakia’s attention. The moment Bo placed a grip on Zakia’s shoulders with any type of force. Bo quickly learned that he should NOT put hands on Zakia like he did. Bo came face to face with a cold and malice filled look that sent a shiver down his very soul it felt like. Swearing he saw a haze of blue magic emission form before dissipating. Zakia found himself locking eyes with a dazed looking Zakia who had a grip like a buffalo with a freshly baked pie. It took a moment and the stifled cry of pain for Zakia noticed his own hostility and quickly let go of the offending limb. Bo’s hand quickly retreated out of sight, flexing it and moving it after such a powerful grip felt like it was gonna break it just now.

“Sorry about that.” Zakia lied with a somewhat shaky voice, adjusting himself with a bit of a wobble. “You startled me a little.”

“Haha, It’s alright.” Bo proclaimed, praising his wife and how skilled she was and making it clear that Zakia isn’t the first she’s gotten like this. “I was a bit forceful, not the first stallion that’s been startled like that when my wife can suck a bowling ball through a straw and not ruin the straw!”

After getting the feeling back in his hand, Bo moved both hands to opposite sides of the table and wrapped his fingers around the edge, like he was gonna fold it in half or something. Then a loud ‘click’ followed by the humming of magic was heard on one side, followed by another that was delayed by a slightly shakier hand. Zakia watched as the table let off a soft semi-transparent magic, before the table suddenly snapped into two half tables, the entirety of its center was gone as a result and had become a pair of half wall tables you could slide up right next to a wall or window. With the lack of a center anymore, it was now giving a clear view of Windy who was in her own little world. Her hands resting on Zakia’s abdomen and chest, Windy did love exploring the Zebra’s body. Though it was hard to see due to the loosely buttoned shirt Zakia was currently wearing.

Despite the positioning, Zakia managed to get himself leaning back in a comfortable position, with a bit of a dazed expression the whole time. Windy had slowed herself, as if she knew what Bo was gonna do. Though Windy did adjust herself a bit as well, finding herself resting right at the base of his cock. her nose buried right into his groin and savored the experience. Looking at Zakia’s dazed look gave her a sense of pride judging by the look smeared across her face. Even if it was a bit… stuffed at the moment. Though she was a bit surprised when she felt a solitary hand rest on her head and instead of roughly grabbing her, he started caressing it and his thumb tickled the back of her ear. It was unexpectedly gentle from what she was used to with younger studs.

Gasping only a little bit, Zakia could feel Windy’s skilled mouth once again exceeding his expectations. Even if he was feigning more shock and awe than he really thought, he was quickly learning this mare’s skills were far deeper than he thought. As rare as it was, Windy had earned the zebra’s respect, her talents marked her as one who would be of great benefit, and perhaps even more. More than once, Zakia had entertained the possibility of equestrians selling out their kingdom during this conquest. Though when he heard about it through briefings and speculations, he merely presumed this was for the greedy lot who could be easily bought off. While the rest would be converted by some manner of force. Windy was seeming the first, and hopefully not the last, who Zakia felt would join his cause of her own free will, with not a drop of his potions wasted on her. She was becoming more and more valuable, too valuable to risk losing these traits via the drug.

‘So good. Almost like an addiction.’ Zakia thought to himself, his hands twitching as they were resisting any attempts to just grab her face and fuck hard and deep. ‘It’s like her mouth has control over my body. And handling both like this. I must make her mine.’ His eyes drifted to Bo, who was too busy watching his wife with eager eyes to notice him. ‘But him, he is smug, loud, and so fucking annoying! I swear, I’ll just break him and then we’ll-’ Wincing slightly, he felt a somewhat harder suckle along his cocks. The sounds of Windy’s whorish sucking roused his thoughts. ‘No…no I can’t do that.’ His mind raced with a calmer clarity. ‘I can't just get rid of him, Windy and Rainbow would be affected too much. I can’t risk that, no matter how much I want to throw him across the room. I’ll…I’ll think of something.’

“Come on honey, show him what you can do.” Bo commented, his boasting and loud voice continuing to show off his pride in his wife. “I just love that slutty looking babe, so hot…so…” He seemed to pause for a moment, a slight, near impossible to notice change in expression and pitch of his voice. “...engrossed…”

‘What’s this?’ Zakia thought to himself, picking up on the slight sound in Bo’s voice at the end of his words. Thinking for a moment, he considered various options, but something about this only resonated a familiarity to him. ‘Oh wait…could he be getting jealous? Now?! After all this, this is what’s making him crack?!’ Internally shaking his head, the zebra settled a little. ‘No, no, it can’t be. His annoying personality should make him impervious from being cucked. But…but let’s see if I can plant some seeds of doubt. If I can’t break you, I’ll see how far you can bend.’

“Come on, show me how much you love these cocks!” Zakia exclaimed, forcing his arms to move over Windy’s head. Though he wasn’t as full of energy as he was before, he was fortunate his exhaustion was resonating out of his mouth as some form of caring and gentle tone. Windy and Bo seemed fooled by this at least. “You have such a sexy mouth, like it’s a natural at sucking dicks.”

“You know it!” Bo laughed looking at his wife sucking off Zakia’s cocks. Though as he continued to look her over, something seemed to tickle his eyes a little. Though subtle, extremely subtle to anyone who wasn’t him, he would tell all of Windy’s expressions. ‘Is she…no, no, must be my imagination.’

Watching on, Bo could see something in Windy’s motions, how she bobbed her head, the sweetness of her moans. She was enjoying this, more so than anyone he had ever seen her with. Though he didn’t want to say it, let alone think about it, there was something in his wife’s expression, something he didn’t think he had seen before. Windy’s face was almost drunk off the raw musk and potent sensations of both cocks in her mouth. Her throat was swelling, and she moaned softly against his shafts. Zakia’s expression continued to seemingly hum with delight, but his face was seemingly focused on the mare bobbing her head slowly up and down his sizes.

‘Is she…no, no, she couldn’t…’ Bo’s mind continued to race with all manner of responses at this sight. ‘Sure, Zakia’s lasted longer than anyone she’s fucked before…I mean not as long as me…right?’ Looking around for a moment, his eyes met with the nearby clock. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he seemed to calm a little. ‘Okay, it’s fine. It’s still like another hour before he can even think of beating my record. And he’s a tough guy, but there's no way he can top my score!’

‘Seems like something’s getting to him.’ Zakia thought, having noticed Bo’s motions and expressions. ‘He’s getting worried. About what? I’ve already fucked damn near a few gallons of cum in his slutty wife. What could he possibly be…’ A spark, an inspiration, some measure of realization dawned on him. ‘Oh…oooh I see, I see now. He can’t fuck his wife. Not sure how, don’t really care. But he can’t pleasure his wife anymore, so he’s trying to act superior by “allowing” other guys to fuck her.’ Shaking his head ever so slightly, playing it off as if his head itched, a new thought crossed him. ‘Wait, no, no, that doesn’t make any sense. He had to have done something. Unless Rainbow was an artificial pregnancy. It can’t be, this smug annoying fuck had to have something between his legs at one point. Hmm, maybe he did. With how he boasts and struts, he probably still has a dick, but can’t use it anymore. So why would he look at the time?’

‘He’s still holding up pretty well.’ Bo thought, his mind somewhat still worried about the rarest of rare chances Zakia could even challenge his record. Looking at the clock again, he seemed to show some degree of nervousness, but was settling after a few more breaths. ‘No, no, no. No matter how good he thinks he is, he can’t beat me. I mean, look at him. He’s already getting exhausted. He won’t last long.’ Smirking a little, he seemed to glare at Zakia in some sense of superiority over the zebra. ‘Sorry Zakia, you’re a nice guy, and you care about my Dashie, but I’m the Daddy around here. And Daddy is always the best!’

‘Wait, wait a second. Could he be…no way, is he comparing how long I’ve been fucking Windy to the last time he did?’ Zakia strained a little, trying not to laugh at such a ridiculous thought. ‘No one, no pony, zebra, or any other creature in this world could be so petty and pathetic.’ Snickering a little, he quickly gasped to make it sound more as an awkward sound of fatigue than any show of musement. ‘But what if he is? What if he’s so insecure, he acts like it doesn’t bother him? Well, sorry you annoying piece of shit, but not only am I gonna make it bother you. But I’ll be fucking your wife untill she screams how much better I am.’ As if his own need to be dominant has been triggered, he subtly stared at Bo, but kept the brunt of his gaze on Windy. ‘You’re the father here, but to these whores, I’m the Daddy.’

Fucking in and out of Windy’s mouth, Zakia kept a steady pace, though even he was feeling his body getting more and more tired. If he was alone, he could’ve settled to finish in the mare and take a breather. But he wasn’t alone, Bo was watching him, his eyes becoming more and more intense as he seemed to be judging every aspect of the zebra’s technique. At first, it was somewhat amusing to see this stallion watch him with eagerness, but now Zakia only felt irritation. The only things keeping him from pushing it too far was the joy of making the husband start doubting himself, and the skill of Windy's body pleasuring him.

“Keep going Windy, you’re almost there.” Zakia groaned, speaking as if he was still in control, but his body was gently caressing her cheek. “I’m gonna blow another fat load right in that slutty mouth of yours.”

“Come on honey, show him how much you can take.” Bo cheered, still vocalizing a sense of pride in his wife, though his mind was speaking differently. ‘Alright, he’s almost done. There’s no way he’s gonna last much longer.’

Pumping his cocks in and out of Windy’s mouth, the mare continued to bob her head as she could feel him swelling in her throat. The hot cum that leaked out was driving her to a numb and dazed sense. But amidst all the feelings of pleasure and delicious precum, a faint but growing strain has been developing in the sides of her jaws. This was a very rare feeling, something she could scarcely remember the last time she felt this. Her jaw was straining, the thick sizes were rubbing along the lining of her throat and it was causing her to feel this slowly developing pain.

‘Oh boy, these cocks are so good.’ Windy thought, her mind humming into going further and further, despite the strain. ‘But this is getting to be too much. I need to switch it up.’ Bottoming out as deep as she could, she held herself, moaning a muffled sound as she nuzzled a little before slowly pulling herself off the twin cocks, letting some cum spurt a bit across her face. “So good. Deepthroating is the best!”

“Looks like I’m tiring you out.” Zakia snickered, looking Windy over, but his eyes tilted slightly towards Bo. “Anyone else lasted this long with you before?”

“Oh sure.” Windy giggled, kissing at Zakia’s cockheads. “My hubby used to fuck me for hours.” She looked over to him lovingly before turning back to the zebra stud. “But you’re pretty close. Just a few bits short.”

“Oh? Well maybe I still have something left in me.” Zakia laughed, playing off his tone as a playful laugh. While inside, his mind was speaking in a far more aggressive tone. ‘I don’t care if I fall over when I’m done. I’m fucking this bitch until she’s mine!’ Settling his smile to Windy, he nodded a little, keeping a more caring pitch. “If you’re still up for it that is.”

“Oh you know I am.” Windy smirked, slowly standing up, making sure to give these thick cocks a long and passionate lick. “But my mouth is getting sore. So you’ll need to fuck me down here.” Running her hands down along her chest and ending on her dripping wet pussy. With her other hand, she fondled Zakia's balls. “I can tell you have more to give me in these heavy things.”

Smirking, Zakia let Windy fully hoist herself up, turn and slowly angled the twin cockheads to her pussy and ass. Settling slowly, she lowered herself over the cocks, letting her lower holes fill with the sizes. Rolling her eyes back, she hummed and moaned as she felt herself being stuffed by Zakia’s massive cocks. Bo watched as his wife’s face was twisting into a sloppy, happy look. The more he looked at it, the more his mind started shifting and turning around his thoughts over and over again. Was this a look she had given him before?

‘There’s no way, there can’t be…’ Bo thought, his worries starting to bloom like a bush of bad weeds. ‘It’s fine, it’s fine. This is fine!’ Trying to settle himself, composing, he could see Windy’s face was still curled into a lustful smile, as if she was cumming repeatedly as Zakia’s cocks were clearly causing her belly to bulge. ‘He can’t beat me, can’t beat my record. There’s no way!’

Zakia could see it, Bo was starting to doubt, it was becoming more and more clear. All it would take was the right amount of pushing. But he still had to be careful. He wanted this stallion to break and wallow in his own misery, but not too much. Bo had to ruin himself, which Zakia was feeling more and more confident it was possible. He would’ve rather have his Siri settle this behind the scenes, but Windy has more than proven her value, and simply removing Bo may cause more problems. Placing his hands on her hips, Zakia motioned his body to slowly fuck in and out of the mare’s body, but kept his eyes on Bo.

“You have such a wonderful wife.” Zakia said, his voice keeping more sincere, but he trickled in some poisonous words, letting it slip into Bo’s ears. “I can feel where Rainbow got her talents.”

“Oh yeah, my wife and daughter are both amazing!” Bo smuggly stated, crossing his arms to try to reclaim a slowly slipping sense of dignity. “Looks to me like you’re getting ready to collapse though. You don’t need to hold on just for my sake.”

“Oh, I’m not doing this for you.” Zakia replied, his kind and caring tone contradicting his words. “I want to be sure to give your wife here the best impression possible.”

“You’re getting close.” Windy moaned, her words weakly gurgling out of her strained throat. “Just keep going…you…fuck…stud…fuck me harder!”

‘I know she’s called other guys “stud” before, but this feels weird.’ Bo thought to himself, still looking at Windy’s expression. ‘It’s been a long time, sure, but that face, that look on her face. I…I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of her.’ Shaking his head, she gritted her teeth for a moment, relaxing as best as he could. ‘No, no, no! There’s no way! There’s no way this guy, this…this…ugh! He can’t beat me! I won’t allow it!’

Zakia could only smirk a little, he could tell Bo was struggling with something internally, and he was loving every moment of it. Working his hands on Windy’s hips, he continued to work her body, making sure his cocks rubbed along the inside of her ass and pussy. The milf mare only moaned out more and more, feeling as her interior walls were being stretched and stuffed, savoring the sensation of such fat sizes that she hadn’t felt in so long. Rolling her eyes back, her head was numb and her thoughts were little more than faint sparks that ended in the guttural moans that came from her throat.

“Almost there.” Zakia said, his own sense of control and conquest slowly bled into his words as he looked at Bo. Whether it was intentional or not, he was silently stating something to the stallion, and he could feel the domination taking its toll. “Ready to be fucked full in front of your husband?” Windy only moaned, twitching as her hips gyrated and bounced on his twin cocks. “You hear that Bo? Sounds like she wants it…really badly…”

“Y-yes…” Bo commented, his voice faltering for a moment before he cleared his throat. Taking a strong chug of his drink, he looked at Zakia, salvaging this feeling that was growing into his mind like a gnarled weed. “Do it, fuck a fat load in my wife!”

Smirking, Zakia wrapped his arms around Windy’s midsection, lifting her slightly until she was dropped on his cocks, bottoming out as the already cum filled belly of the mare swelled out some more as the zebra’s hot cum rushed to further fill her insides. Bo watched, his face holding as close to a composed but enthralled expression as he could, but his mind was slowly twisting and churning with a growing doubt. Zakia was fucking so much cum in his wife, and she was moaning out in orgasm, with her face almost glowing with her ecstasy. This was a face he knew he had never seen, and it seemed to only cause a nameless pain to sharply sting in the back of his thoughts.

‘If I was only twenty years younger…’ Windy thought to herself, trying to even form words in her own head was hard. The afterglow she was experiencing was unlike any other she had experienced. A broad arch of whites and pinks speckles were scattered throughout her vision, mixed with that building sensation that made her fur stand on end and stimulated her entire body. It was a pleasantly euphoric feeling all around. ‘But I still got it. Dashie, your man is so good!’

“So wanna go to another round stud?” Windy asked, her breath shaky and even a little hoarse from all the hip smacking she had done throughout the day. “Mama’s still got some steam left.”

Windy was honestly exhausted though but her own pride wouldn’t let her give up. She had been, bounced, bobbed and bred to her physical limits. She wasn’t a spry summer mare anymore, she was an older and more mature mare now. While she was experienced, she lacked the same gumption to keep her body going. Sadly that was one of the prices of getting older, despite how much she tried to keep it at bay. Zakia seemed to take notice of her exhaustion and much to her surprise.

“No, I think I’m pretty content with how we are right now for the most part, Though a softer seat wouldn’t hurt, these wooden chairs are nice but when you’ve had such a pretty mare in your lap and a bottom not nearly as plush or welcoming as hers.” Zakia stated as he began flirtatiously praising the older mare. Though he playfully rubbed his lower back, chuckling a little. “It starts to bother the tailbone a bit.”

“Looks like you’ve got not just a long tongue but a long silver one.” Windy responded, her voice was still a bit shaky but that chipper tone was far more apparent now. “ Don’t you sweetie.”

“Not a silver tongue if it's all true.” Zakia laughed, still showing his kinder demeanor. “But if you aren’t sure still then how about check for me and find out?”

Windy wasted no time taking up the zebra’s offer as Zakia was soon found with a pair of soft lips on his, followed by the curious tongue doing its best to wrap around her own. Zakia took this chance to see how Bo was reacting to all this with the one eye that wasn’t obscured. To no one's surprise he wasn’t handling it very well, even a little. Zakia noticed his gaze back at him and made sure to look at him directly before bouncing Windy a little as he groped Bo’s wife’s butt. Causing her to moan into the shared kiss she and the zebra were sharing.

‘Let’s see how much longer that delicate ego of yours lasts.’ Zakia thought to himself, clearly fueled by a clear dislike for the stallion. Though this was disrupted by Windy who broke the kiss the two lovers were engaged in. ‘I’ll make you squirm, you annoying little shit!’

“You know Sweetie, it’s a bit more comfortable back on the couch.” Windy said, looking at the Zebra with a sweet and endearing look. “I know slouching in a chair like this can bother some people's backs. It’s also good for cuddling.”

“I like the idea of having such a gorgeous mare to cuddle up with.” Zakia's voice and expression held a childish cheek to it. Groping at her ass, he only savored the feeling. “Happen to know any?”

“Hmmm I might know a mare. She also likes big strong hands that never let her go.” Windy responded by playing along and responding with as much cheek. “She also loves a good kiss, but most of all. She loves being spoiled.”

“Really? What's her name? Where is she?” Zakia found himself having a bit of actual fun with the banter between them. “I would love to meet her.”

“Oh crackers, whatever was her name!” Windy feigned ignorance before stating “You know, I tend to remember things better when on the couch. How about we move there and I am sure I can remember who she is.”

Without so much as a word, Windy found herself lifted up by her zebra lover. Never dislodging those gut rearrangers from inside her, but making sure to formally grip her bountiful bottom. Zakia seemed to love groping her bottom and after her remark from before he was putting a good bit more effort into massaging it more than groping it. Molding it in his hands like some type of silly putty and she didn’t mind. It only made things better, feeling small jolts of pleasure shoot through her in inconsistent intervals, it was jarring as she lost control of her own body it felt like with every shot that rippled through her. Though the sudden descent into the couch cushions did surprise, the sudden impact of that flared horse cock lodged in each hole. Coupled with how sensitive and tender her body was after having two massive kidney punchers inside most of the time.

“Too muc..Hnnng '' Screeched inside Windy’s mind as she felt her body react somewhat violently. The overstimulation of the blue motherly mare made her body quiver with such intensity that the sweat built up between them as they fucked like rabbits was flung from her body. Zakia felt the ripple of her body on his own. “Aaaaah~ f-fuck it feels so… good.” Were the last words that escaped her air starved lungs before she went limp across Zakia’s body.

Windy’s warm soft figure relaxed across the strong marble like body of her zebra lover. Zakia let out a slight snicker at it, he honestly had no intention of doing that but his own legs were a bit shaky, feeling the burning sensation of his overworked legs and knotted feeling forming in his back. Paired with his own stamina running dangerously low, he was surprised how easily he had been worn out. Smirking, Zakia felt he did more than an excellent job in his display of passion.

“Experienced mares truly are a beast of their own nature.” Zakia said, throwing his head back. The accumulated droplets of moisture ran down from his brow, letting out a huge and somewhat overly dramatic sigh. Finally he could take a moment to relax, he came here for information and to see if he could break Windy so she could ‘correct’ Rainbow’s attitude in the way only a mother can… but his own hubris once again was making it clear that he shouldn’t have tried to act alone, from the moment that Bracelet was slipped off the present. “Such a wondrous thing to have, to be so lucky.”

“I’m impressed champ, you really wore her out.” Bo shouted, his voice seemed to reverberate through the couples home. “I’ve not seen her like that since our honeymoon. Good job!” Zakia turned towards him and gave him a nod, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. He had to admit, but the stallion had a point. The zebra was tired and so was Windy after fucking for what felt like hours

“Yeah, I guess I did wear her out." Zakia responded, giving a little heavy breath out as he settled himself a bit. "Though I think I may need a nap myself. I feel like my bones are gonna snap if I don't get some rest soon.” Looking at Windy, who had already fallen asleep on top of him, he smirked.

Bo looked at the two of them, a smile on his face and a sense of pride in his chest but that lingering doubt remained in the back of his head. Though Seeing his wife being taken care of by a stud other than himself was something that made him happy. Even if he did want to get involved with the situation himself, he couldn’t and it would just be awkward. So instead he went to recliner near the couch and decided to sit back but not before offering a drink to Zakia who declined the drink.

"So I've talked to your wife for a while, but I haven't gotten a chance to properly talk to you.” Zakia said, not lying in his words but they regardless caused Bo to suffer some embarrassment at it. “You only really got to talk to me."

"Well, I'm sure she has told you quite a lot about me." Bo answered, looking away from Zakia and staring at the floor. “I mean, clearly not everything.” Though he tried to be subtle about it, it was blatantly obvious the stallion was flexing his body a little. “If she had, you would’ve been talking about it all day. I have quite the long and great history you see.”

"Yes she did. But I think it's best if we actually get to know each other a little more personally, rather than just talking on a surface level.” Zakia stated, his hand resting on the back of Windy's head. His fingers glided through her hair. He knew that Bo was a good man but he was also one with an ego that seemed more fragile as time went on, and that was something he wanted to abuse. For now he needed more information and with how much of a blowhard Bo was, it was gonna be a challenge to get an answer that didn't have a story behind it. “We both have a lot of questions that need answering, I'm sure."

"I'd love to learn more about Dashie's stallion. She told us a lot about you but I know my daughter likes putting flares on with her stories.” Bo said with a smile. “She always has to be 20% cooler than anyone else.” Zakia nodded and agreed with the stallion’s remark, he was right. Everything about what Rainbow Dash did was always a bit extra and over the top it felt.

"Well, she's told you a lot about me.” Zakia said as he finally got the chance to probe for answers to the plethora of questions he had. “I'm curious what she's told you, I can fill in any blanks."

Little did Zakia know that Bo was far worse than Windy when it came to running their mouths, it would be well past sunset before the two stopped talking. All the while, a content and peaceful looking Windy rested on her Zebra lover's warm body, enjoying the body heat and soft fur that padded those toned muscles. All the while, still impaled on a pair of massive zebra cocks. Every word seemed to scrape harder and harder on the zebra’s nerves and thoughts. Every breath that left this stallion’s mouth was little more than a reminder of how utterly annoying this family was.

‘This is gonna be a long night.’ Zakia thought to himself, he hated having to put on such a facade but he did what he had to in the end, even if he didnt care for it all that much but he couldn’t deny that Windy was one hell of a fuck that would have him coming back even after all this. ‘Windy at least was considerate and went on. But this jackfuck seems to do nothing but talk about himself in the smuggest fucking voice possible.’ Internally chuckling, he did consider for a moment if Zecora could heal him if he stabbed his ears to drown out the terrible noises this stallion could produce.

Sitting back in the living room, Zakia sat comfortably on the couch while Bo was sitting more sternly on his large chair; all while Windy who had followed the two was lying comfortably by the zebra’s side, snuggling him. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself at how hard it was to get her off his dicks when they finished. It was as if her holes were incapable of releasing herself from his twin cocks. From what the zebra could guess, this was another attempt by the stallion to recover his slowly shattering ego. It was delightful to see the crack not only form, but spread. A tough exterior, one that would take on numerous amounts of pressure, but once he started, it was only a matter of time before Bo’s pride would break like brittle glass. Still, Zakia maintained the facade of the afterglow one would have after such a long fuck session with a mare are lustful as Windy.

“Now then, I must say, you did amazing!” Bo chuckled, his voice rippling with enthusiasm, but Zakia could tell this was just a mask. “I mean I know my wife is the best, she knows how to really work a dick, and you lasted way longer than any other guy I’ve watched her play with.” Snickering a little, he seemed to puff out his chest a little. “Not as long as me, but you’re a good second.”

“Well, I wanted to impress you both. Show you I was worth Rainbow’s time.” Zakia explained, his face and words being parallels to his internal dialogue. ‘Second best my ass, you're just a fragile cuck protected by your own ego and an intense case of denial. This mare has been so exhausting, my dicks are sore. If I could I'd just 'remove' you but you got lucky and were Rainbow Dash's father or I'd be sure to make you drink a solvent that would destroy your vocal cords. At least with Windy I can shove my dick in her mouth, but I sure as fuck aint sticking my dick in you in any form." Keeping up his smile, he continued his external words. “And I do hope I was able to really give you both a show.”

“Oh you did, no doubt about that.” Bo commented, his eyes fixing more on Windy than Zakia. The way she lay at his sides, rather than be back at the bed like she would’ve been normally after such a session. It still weighed heavily on his mind as he tried to remind himself everything was fine. “But I will admit, it was interesting to see Windy behave like this today. I think I’ve never heard her moan quite like that before.”

“Oh? Oh!” Zakia exclaimed, his face still looking genuine and gentle. “Please don’t misunderstand me sir, I would never think to ruin anything you have between you and your wife.” Taking a hand, he gently rubbed along the side of her face, petting her tenderly. “I just figured since Rainbow is very competitive and enjoys showing off her skills, her parents would want to know she’s with a stallion who can keep up.”

“I see…yes, yes, that makes sense.” Bo said, giving out a sigh of relief. His ego was slowly healing, but Zakia could tell the seeds of doubt were still buried deep within. “Let…let me get something to drink, I believe a little celebration is in order.” Having only left for a few minutes, Zakia was left to his thoughts.

‘That went better than expected.’ Zakia thought, still stroking Windy’s face, though he was doing so as a master strokes a claimed whore. ‘Not fully broken, but I don’t think I need to break her in. She’s willing to fuck so readily, and has such control over so many in this city. She’s far more useful as is and if her daughter is involved she's far more obedient.’

“Here we go!” Bo exclaimed, giving out a hearty laugh as he handed a bottle of some strong smelling liquid to Zakia, while he put the rest of what was seen to be a couple six pack bottles beside his seat. “This is some of the finest Rain Ale in Cloudsdale.”

“Rain Ale?” Zakia asked, sniffing the bottle. It was clearly an alcohol of some kind, and a strong one by the odor. Thankfully, handling such spirits wasn’t going to be too difficult, especially not a single bottle. But the near dozen by Bo gave quite an impression. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“Well, here in Cloudsdale, we do brew some really strong spirits.” Bo explained, downing one bottle with ease. “We get grain imports from the surface of Equestria and distill it with purified rainwater. Hence why it’s called Rain Ale.”

“I see, well it’s not bad.” Zakia takes a sip. It was a much stronger ale than expected, closer to a lower quality brandy or rum, but still packed a punch to his tongue. “Pretty good.”

“Oh yeah, it’s good booze.” Bo said, letting out another laugh as he started chugging down the second bottle. After several long minutes of Zakia taking steady sips, while implying he was taking more in than in actuality, the stallion was slowly getting more and more drunk. “You know, you remind me a little of myself.”

“Really?” Zakia asked, taking another sip, but portrayed it as a gulp. “In what way?”

“The way you fuck my wife!” Bo said with a laugh, taking down another bottle, moving to the next, and drinking like the drowning fish. “I used to fuck her like that. You know I was quite the stud when I was your age. Ahh! The glory years! I was a Cloudsdale resident hero, you know!” Taking more and more liquor into his body, the stallion only seemed to be more and more talkative; much to Zakia’s poor ears. “I was a fucking legend around here! The best at everything! And man, I could fuck like no one had ever seen. Only my darling, sexy Windy could keep up.”

“If you don’t mind me asking.” Zakia asked, his tone still reflecting sincere interest, while he was ready to vomit internally. “Why isn’t that the case anymore?”

“Oh…oh…well…” Bo replied, downing another bottle before continuing. “Windy and I did a lot before Dashie was born.” Wiping his mouth, he cleaned another bottle, his words slowly slurring as he spoke on. “It was actually the night my little girl was conceived. Windy and I wanted to spice things up. So I took my personal cloud and-”

“Personal cloud?” Zakia asked, his interest actually being struck as he was forcing himself to listen on. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but what is that?”

“Oh yeah, you didn’t know.” Bo said, holding in a burb of his current bottle. “You see, despite what everyone else might think, clouds aren’t something we have in abundance here.” Zakia only looked out the window to the literal city made of clouds. “What I mean is, we use clouds for ground, buildings, and of course, the weather. So it’s not like we can just have our own clouds.” Taking a heavy gulp, he finished his bottle, grabbing his next. “That is, unless you're a legend like me. Cloudsdale gives a personal cloud to the pegasi who have shown to be the paragon of being the best of the best. So I have mine. And well, Dashie has her own too, I mean why wouldn’t she? But she keeps her at her home in Ponyville.”

“I see, I had no idea clouds could be used in such a way.” Zakia replied, rubbing his chin. ‘Curious. I had no clue they could be used like that. Something to consider for later.’ Clearing his throat, he gestured a hand to Bo. “But yes, please, continue your story.”

“Yeah, so I took my personal cloud, and stimulated it.” Bo said, his lips curled with excitement. “Getting it going, I was able to get some lightning going off. Using it, I had it supercharge my dick and it was so full of life, I was fucking Windy for hours!” As he continued, reaching this point in the story, his voice started becoming lower, more depressing. “When we were done, my dick went limp…and has stayed like that ever since.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Zakia was still pretending to care, but even then, he could only imagine what it would be like to lose his erection in such a manner, but to Zakia and Siri culture in general, it was a fate worse than death in his opinion when looking back at how he lived. “It must…it must’ve been difficult to accept.”

“Yeah, well Windy became pregnant with our Dashie and so it was worth it…maybe…” Bo said, finishing his current bottle, he was starting to run out of alcohol and his voice was flooded with clear intoxication. “But I’ll always miss those times I had with my wife. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can eat that pussy like no one else, but without my dick working, I know Windy loves getting fucked.” Slowly and steadily, his tone was getting more and more down and meloncholy. “So eventually, with the love still strong but our lust gone, I let my wife get fucked by anyone she wants, and I can watch…that’s all I can be…a spectator.”

“Sounds terrible.” Zakia said, hearing the clear frustration Bo had as he used the word ‘Spectator’. “Isn’t there some cure to this affliction?”

“Windy had suggested we get it fixed magically, but there were other problems.” Bo explained, rubbing his temples as he was somehow managing to be hungover and drunk at the same time. “But it was way too expensive. Even if we were to spend all the bits we were getting ready for our Dashie’s future. And I love to fuck, just as much as my wife, but I love my little mare. I will never sell out my Dashie’s future just to have a big dick again!”

“I understand.” Zakia commented, just about finished with his drink. The liquor was strong, but he was working through it steadily. “Rainbow means a lot to me and what we do, so I can see where you’re coming from.”

“And that’s why I like you Zakia.” Bo exclaimed, now down to his last bottle of ale. “You remind me so much of me when I was younger, and damn can you fuck like I did. “But I’ll admit, it would be nice to be able to fuck Windy again. But not if it costs so much that it ruins her or my daughter.”

“I see, well I understand your feelings, I really do.” Zakia said, his mind racing with all manner of possibilities. This wasn’t the first time he had heard of such a magical process, but he did know they could be very expensive. “What if…what if I was able to help you?” Before Bo could reply, he raised his hand. “Please, hear me out.” Being silenced, a feat the zebra could call nothing short of a miracle. “I believe I have the means to help you regain the use of your dick, but there is still a cost. You would lose your masculinity.”

“What?!” Bo nearly fell from his seat, chest puffing out harder as he felt a flush of red run across his face. “I would lose…all this?” His hands gesture over his masculine, muscular body.

“In a way, yes.” Zakia explained, clearing his throat as he continued his explanation. “Oh don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to make you feel forced.” There was something else about Bo’s reaction that caught his sight. ‘I expected a louder, angrier reaction. What else are you hiding in your ego?’ Taking a breath, he continued. “This is something that is very life altering, so this would clearly be something you should discuss with your wife.” Rubbing her head he smiled a little. “After she wakes up, of course, she'll have a long and tiring experience.”

Chapter 07: The Morning After

The Following day started out like any normal morning for Windy Whistle, as fantastical as it might appear to anyone that was privy to her events from the previous day. The subtle but delightful warmth of the sun peering through her windows as it washed over her sleeping figure almost, causing her to stir slightly as a beam of light reached the corner of her eye. Windy rubbed her eyes a bit before raising her arms up to stretch. Windy’s ear twitched at the sound of singing, though.

‘I was having such a pleasant dream too.’ Windy thought to herself, hearing a faint noise. ‘Oh well.’

She thought she recognized the voice as her husband, no she knew it was his voice. She didn’t know Bo was such a wonderful singer. Though for some reason, Bo sounded more feminine for some reason, she didn’t know why… maybe she was just groggy and mishearing things. Rubbing at her eyes once more, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had placed iron weights on her eyelids, as it was exhausting just to open her eyes. She wanted to go back to sleep, bathe in the sun and listen to that singing and she almost did as she laid back down, though stopping herself from doing so after her head had reached the pillow.

‘Come on, Windy, you know you can’t just sleep the day away.’ Windy thought to herself. Windy forced herself to get up again though, pushing herself up from the warm soft sheets and kneeling on the bed as she stretched out a bit more this time. “Haaa.... I’ve never felt so refreshed and exhausted at the same time.” She blurted out somewhat incoherently, though not directed at anyone.

She couldn’t remember too much other than the way she felt. Her mind was muddled and other the feeling of being filled by those twin cocks as she watched her stomach distend from the size of Zakia’s member’s alone. She instinctively crossed her legs as her hands reached down, feeling her pussy wasn’t sore thankfully, but it was sensitive to the touch as her middle finger grazed it, making contact with her clit. By far one of the best feelings she had felt in a long, long time.

“Haaaaah” Windy cried out in pleasure from the slight touch. “C-careful stud…I’m really sensitive.”

Having doubled over from her kneeling position and found herself face first in the bed’s pillows for the third time in the last few mins. Which didn’t do her any good as the sheets and pillows held potent traces of Zakia’s musk from their hip hugging. Windy strongly considered the idea of disregarding anything else and just going to town on her pussy.

‘Hnng fuck... I can’t do this now. Have some self-control Windy, you aren’t a little filly anymore…’ Windy thought to herself, though she did like the idea of it. ‘Besides, Zakia would likely take my ass in as an invitation.’

Windy still had things to do, and today was a busy day ahead of her. Dragging herself up from ass up, head down position on the bed, the silky sheets across her nips let it be known how they were doing comparatively. She stifled a moan as she sat back up and looked down at her bust. For a few moments longer, she considered the idea of just laying there, letting Zakia awaken first and find her “sleeping”. What would he do? The idea of having a nice, juicy dick first thing in the morning. It was a tempting idea.

“Golly, Zakia really did a number on my girls. I swear young bucks are more like needy colts when it comes to boobs.” Windy half complained, whispering to herself. She began feeling up her chest, gliding her fingers and palm across her silky soft fur and a few teeth marks around her areolas. “Could swear he was trying to mi.. oh.” Windy stopped her chiding towards incorrigible stallions and their fascination with her boobs. As a droplet of milk became more noticeable, it had a nice warm and creamy texture to it.

Though Windy couldn’t help but play with her tits, regardless of how sore and tender they were. She remembered the hungry maw of Zakia latching onto her tits, bouncing her up and down. His words promised to make her a mother and put a new foal so Dash would have a sister... that lit something powerful within her. Her baby clock had ticked once before and stopped before Dash was born, but now that same feeling was back and it felt like a towering force within her body that was demanding she have another foal and with someone that wasn’t her husband.

“I... think I need to talk to Zakia and Bo.” Windy said to herself. Despite the brutal and passionate fucking yesterday, she was still devoted to Bo after all. She still loved him with all her and his quirky attitude, but her body was begging for another. Windy brushed it off as a lingering feeling after such an eventful day. It would be gone in a day, most likely, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. “Crumbs and crackers to it all.” Having awakened a bit more, she heard the sounds of a running show slowing down before vanishing and the clicking of a door to reveal the nude, semi-wet body of the zebra. Windy couldn’t help but ogle him as the droplets of water that lingered across his chest and stomach raced down his toned body.

“Like what you see, babe?” Zakia asked, smiling at her as she stared at him. “You know, I still have plenty left in me.”

“Mhmm, I wouldn't mind seeing more, though.” Windy responded, as her words held a lot of interest and confidence behind them. “But we’ll have to pick up on the fun a little later.”

“You really are quite the refreshing mare.” Zakia responded as he got closer, nude as the day he was born. “A mare that knows what she likes, what she wants and isn’t afraid to show it. Bo is lucky to have you,” Windy’s face formed a half smug grin, trying her best not to look too proud of herself at his words but failing at doing so. “Has anyone told you how hot that is?” As he spoke, he slowly strode closer to Windy.

“A few have told me I am a mare that knows what she wants... and I know what I want right now.“ Windy responded, as that half smug grin she had all too often was a full one now. She licked her lips as she eyed Zakia’s groin. She remembered those potent beasts all too clearly. “It’s going to be a sore day, but worth it for such wonderful things inside me.”

“I would love nothing more than to get you all worked up and then make you cum over my dick.” Zakia said as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Windy’s ear. “I’d love to watch you cum on my cock.”

Windy shuddered from his words and his closeness, his scent wafting across her nostrils and making her head spin with lust. No words needed to be said between the two. Zakia leaned back in and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was a quick one, not lasting long before he pulled back. He ran his tongue along the bottom of her lip and then nibbled on the top of her lip. Sliding his hand down to her thigh, slowly moving upwards until he got to the top of her slit. He rubbed the length of her slit and then brought his hand back down to her pussy, his fingers gently parting her pussy lips, exploring the sensitive flesh in earnest.

“Now the question is, are you going to tell me how you feel?” Zakia asked with a smirk. He loved hearing a mare beg him for what they wanted. “Or will I have to guess?”

“I want to feel you inside me.” Windy didn’t hesitate to answer. “I want you to make this mare feel young again.”

“What do you mean, make you feel young again?” Zakia chuckled and shook his head. “I see a beautiful and young mare right now.” His flirtatious comment made the motherly mare blush. “You really are a smooth talker... but how about you make mama feel like a spoiled mare instead of buttering me up so much?”

“Later today, I’ll gladly do that. The sight of you under me as you all but tear open a pillow while I split that tight, experienced cunt of yours wide open. I Am eager for later today if I have to be honest.” Zakia said, though the instant disappointment was clear. ‘A little fun couldn’t hurt, though.’ Zakia thought to himself, allowing his overindulgence to take the lead once more.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t make a meal outta you.” Zakia teased, looking at Windy with half-lidded eyes and a look that screamed promises of pleasure and ecstasy. “I want to savor my sexual dish.”

“Well, if it’s a meal, I want it to taste good. At least you won’t have to worry about choking on it.” Windy joked with him, which made Zakia chuckle in response as they shared a smile.

This led into the colliding of bodies as Zakia leaned down, raising his leg to put his knee on the bed and gently pushed Windy onto her back, her arms to the side, raised slightly above her head. Zakia’s own hands resting in her own, linking fingers before he leaned in for another kiss, but this one was far more passionate. Their tongues wrestled and their lips pressed together like a lover’s embrace.Windy moaned from the sensation of having her mouth filled with the zebra’s tongue.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt her pussy tingle at the feeling of his tongue dancing across her clit. She felt her body shudder at the touch as she felt the pressure building within her pussy. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as she felt the zebra’s hands move up to cup her breasts. His large, soft palms caressed each breast softly as she felt his tongue continue to dance across her clit. She felt her hips buckling to meet the zebra’s tongue as she felt her body spasm from the feeling of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Haaa... hnng fuck, Zakia!” Windy cried out in pleasure as she panted heavily. “Keep going baby.”

Her pussy was pulsating with want as she felt the all to welcomed invader into her love tunnel. Windy couldn’t help but moan loudly as she felt the zebra’s hands move to her sides and then slide down her thighs. His hands slid up and down her legs as he kept up the teasing of her pussy and clit. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly and she wanted nothing more than to cum on the zebra’s tongue, but she held back. She wanted to ride the wave of her climax rather than just fall off the cliff.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” Zakia said in the heat of passion, he could see that Windy was holding back and wanting this worship of her body and the pleasure from it to last as long as it could. “So delicious.”

“I can’t wait, but please, don’t stop what you're doing. It feels too good... but I need to cum. I need to cum now.” Windy pleaded. She didn’t care what it looked like. She wanted to cum so badly she was willing to beg for it. Throwing out all her self-control from before. “So please don’t you dare stop, sweetie.” Windy’s voice was winded as she tried to form her words with the little she had after losing most of it from moaning at her lover’s touch. Zakia smiled and looked at her with a playful expression.

“I can’t say no to a mare like you…” Zakia said, as his tongue escaped from its wet confines. “So lay back and keep enjoying your master’s touch.” It snaked out more and more till it was a similar length to a dragon’s tongue, studded around its ridges with fleshy spike like nubs.

“Oh... oh my.” Windy’s body lit up with an even greater heat from the sight of that massive tongue and all the places it could reach. Windy let loose a breathy moan at the thought. Before she weakly worded out “Please...”

“You’re so sexy when you plead.” Zakia spoke as he slowly slipped his way towards Windy’s pussy. “Keep making those sweet sounds.”

“I am not pleading, I am begging…” Windy said, her words sounding more desperate. “And I am begging you, please, please make mama cum.”

Working down her body, Zakia explored every nook and crevices of her warm, welcoming and curvy figure. How could a stallion do anything else, when the sight of a mare with a body like a supermodel mixed foal bearing the hips of a mother? Windy watched as Zakia moved from her face and down towards her heaving chest as Zakia found interest in her tender tits. Her nipples had gotten so stiff they almost hurt and when she saw the Zebra’s maw go for her breasts. She tried to brace herself for the pleasure, but it didn’t do her any good.

“Mmmm...” Windy groaned at the sensations that were being sent through her body. She arched her back and pushed her tits into Zakia’s mouth. The feel of that massive tongue on her sensitive nipples made her entire body shake. “Fuck! Yes! That is it... suck them... make me cum!” Windy begged him. She felt her back arching even further as she felt the pressure in her loins build. “Don’t stop sucking my boobs... please don’t stop.” The zebra grinned at her words.

“You want me to keep going?” Zakia asked as he continued to play with her tits. “You want me to keep savoring your sexy body?”

“Yes! Keep going, please, please...” Windy begged him as he did just that. He sucked on one of her nipples, his tongue circling it before moving down to the other nipple, sucking that one into his mouth as well. “Suck my tits like you own them.”

Windy could feel the heat of his mouth and tongue against her skin. She felt the warmth of his saliva on her tit flesh as his maw closed around her. Zakia sucked on her nipples, swirling his tongue over the tips before moving down and licking around the valley between her cleavage and down her flat stomach. Zakia flicked his tongue over her belly button before continuing lower, his lips finding the top of her slit. He slid his tongue between her lips before sliding his tongue up and down the length of her slit, his lips moving up to her clit and flicking his tongue over the small bud of flesh that stood proud and erect before his face.

“F-fuck, Zakia, that is so fucking good.” Windy moaned as she felt a rush of heat course through her body. “Keep going!”

Her pussy was getting soaked as his tongue danced along her clit. Her breathing was heavy as she felt her pussy twitch in time with Zakia’s tongue. The sensation was sending shocks of pleasure and bliss all throughout her body. It made her feel lightheaded as she felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her. The zebra was driving her insane with desire.

“Mmm, that feels nice.” Windy purred as the zebra’s tongue danced along the length of her slit. “You’re so good at this.”

“Good, cause now am I will not hold back anymore and am gonna enjoy this feast.” Zakia said, as Windy felt her pussy flood with her juices as she felt Zakia’s tongue dance along her clit, causing her to let loose a shrill like moan of pleasure. “So delicious.”

Zakia smirked at the sound of her moans. Zakia knew how much Windy enjoyed being teased and played with; he knew she would love the feeling of a tongue as thick as a dragon’s slithering up the length of her slit for hours given the chance. Zakia licked up the length of her slit, tasting the tangy sweetness of her marehood as he licked up the length of her slit. Zakia then took a deep breath and dove into her slit, licking up the length of her warm baby bearing tunnel as she moaned at the feeling. He then sucked on the lips of her pussy.

He knew how to drive a mare crazy and it was showing. Pulling back once more, his tongue was released from the sobbing, tight confines of Windy’s pussy. Windy had covered her eyes with her forearm as she panted. She hadn’t even cum yet but already felt like she was in heavy. He worshiped her body before even getting to her cunt and now that he reached it. He was not holding back on it.

‘Why can’t more stallions be like this…’ Windy thought to herself. ‘Celestia above that tongue!’

Zakia licked along her slit, tasting her essence on his tongue. His tongue danced across her folds, making her squirm beneath him. Zakia reached down, grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, giving him room to lick and explore. He licked her slit again, getting her juices flowing. Zakia brought his tongue back down to her clit, licking and sucking at it, swirling it around her swollen bud. He felt her body quiver, and then he heard her cry out as he started to suck her clit between his teeth.

“Hnnnngg... fuck, Zakia! You're so good at this, don’t stop what you're doing…” Windy cried out as she felt the pressure in her pussy rise. She felt her body start to spasm and she could feel the pressure in her pussy build rapidly as she felt Zakia’s mouth move away from her pussy as she felt Zakia’s large cocks slide up and rest against the entrance of her pussy. “I’m close... so close...”

‘Fuck it, I was just gonna eat you out, but I want more now.’ Zakia thought to himself, his desire for self indulgence taking the lead once more. Windy felt Zakia push the head of his dick against her pussy as he pushed the heads of his shafts inside. She felt the zebra pushing himself into her body as she felt his balls slap against her ass. ‘Fuck! She tastes so good!’

“Oh, fuck...” Windy moaned out, letting her hands grip the sheets in an all too familiar way. “Please don’t stop.” As she felt her pussy stretch and adjust to the size of the zebra’s cock. “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Windy could feel the heat from his body as his chest pressed against hers, as his cock filled her pussy. Wind could feel the heads of his cocks bump into her cervix as he pushed deeper into her. Windy felt the heat radiating off him as his cocks slid in and out of her body, stretching what felt even farther than before as her pussy gripped across his cock, trying to coax his cock to climax. She wanted that seed, she wanted it more than ever. She wanted another foal, and she wanted it bad.

“You’re so wet already. You must really want me.” Zakia said, his lips curled into a smile at her words. “You know I’ve only seen mares act this desperate when they want something, something mixed with a good dicking.” His voice sounded husky. “It sounds like you want me to put a foal in you. Give my fiance a sister or brother. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Locking eyes with Windy to further the intensity behind his words.

“... … …” Windy’s words were faint, impossible to hear. She felt small for a moment, biting her lip with a quaint smile... “Yes.”

That’s all the answer Zakia needed. He was going to breed her, and he was going to breed her hard. Zakia was going to make sure she was gushing cum from her cunt and ass, looking like she was already nine months pregnant with how much seed he was going to dump inside of her. He would let none of his seed leak out either if he could help it. Once again Windy found herself in a passionate tangling of tongues as her lips embraced Zakia’s, closing her eyes as she deepened the kiss. Her own hips buckled slightly in anticipation as those flared horse cocks that wanted to breach her cervix and go into her womb, only to batter and beat her insides into a gooey mess of debauchery.

He pulled back on his hips as he held them back and rammed into her again, forcing his cocks into her womb as deep as it would go. Windy grunted at the force of his thrusts, but that didn’t stop her. The mare just clenched her inner walls tighter around his cocks to squeeze his seed as deeply as possible. Her mare hood clung to his cock as if it were a second skin. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her entire being as his massive cock slid in and out of her. She felt her clit rub against Zakia’s pelvis as it slid along his cock each time he thrust into her. Zakia could tell that Windy was enjoying every inch of his cocks. He could feel her heat and her desire from the feeling of her marehood and her hot cunt gripping and milking his cock as it slid deeper into her depths.

Windy was a mess though, Zakia had mostly taken lead as she laid there under his control and fulfilling her desires, but that needy body wanted more than to be stretched out. She wanted to feel that warm seed of Zakia inside her. She wanted to feel his balls tighten and rise as he shot load after load of spunk into her. That was all she could think about as he continued to pump her full with his enormous cocks, one after the other as he shoved into her as he continued to pound her pussy with his mighty cock.

“F-fuck me! Fuck me! Please! I-I want your foals!” Windy moaned out as the zebra’s cock continued its assault on her body. He continued to piston his cock into her, pounding her pussy with the fury of a charging warhorse as he fucked her like there was no tomorrow. “Yes! Yes! Please! More! Fuck me harder! Oh, fuck yes!” She cried out as the zebra’s cock slammed into her cervix with a force that would have made even a stallion gasp in pain. “Oohh... fuck... Zakia... I’m... almost... cumming... please... let... let... let me cum...” Windy cried as she felt that warmth within her belly and she knew he would soon join her.

Zakia knew she was close, and he knew he was going to fill her with his seed and give her a son or daughter. He didn’t care. This felt so much more than just a mission to fix problems within the Siri right now. How could he not want to impregnate this beautiful mare? He knew how badly she wanted him and how much she would enjoy being bred. It made him even hornier knowing how much she wanted him and how much she would enjoy getting plowed by him. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her up against him with a powerful thrust, he breached her cervix again and her womb welcomed the feeling of those massive cocks inside her, followed by a beastly roar from Zakia.

Zakia felt his balls tightening and knew that his seed would fill her soon. His cock twitched and pulsed as his cock throbbed and throbbed inside of her, his rods swelling and getting bigger until it finally burst from his shaft. His cum flooded into her womb as he unloaded inside of her, shooting his seed deep into her womb as she milked his cock. Zakia’s head leaned over on top of Windy, exhausted already from such a powerful climax. He made sure to not smother Windy as he laid on her. Windy head rested on the crook of his neck as she coos in delight. Wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him closely as she enjoyed the afterglow.

‘This was one way to start a morning,’ Windy thought to herself. ‘Dashie…you really found the perfect stud.’ Windy was still in a dreamlike state as Zakia’s lips came back to hers. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. She kissed him back with the same passion as before and the two spent some more moments locked in the embrace. A few minutes had passed, and Zakia pulled away with a smile.

“We should get dressed.” Zakia said as he got up, while Windy laid on the bed longer. “Or well you should shower and get dressed, you’re a bit of a mess I think.”

Not wanting to get up and finding it hard to do so with so much cum inside her, it bloated her belly. After a few moments of pause, Windy tried once again and sat up, her arms behind her propping her up on the soft well used bed that was likely gonna have to be replaced with how heavily it smelled of sex and all the excessive cum seeping into it as her cunt pushed out more cum. Windy looked towards Zakia, who stood nearby still and looked to be waiting for her.

“Mind helping me up, stud?” Windy said, slightly embarrassed at her own inability to move at the moment. “I kinda can’t feel my legs and it’s really hard to move after all that hanky hanky.”

While seeking Zakia’s aid in showering, though with their luck, they’d just end up fucking again. Zakia nodded in reaction to her request for help. He got closer to her and lifted her up bridal style and carefully carried her to the master bathroom so they could clean up. Luckily for the both of them, it was still very early in the morning and hadn’t unknowingly wasted the whole day smacking hips.

“Oh thank you sweetie, you were a big help.” Windy remarked, placing a hand on Zakia’s cheek and giving him a peck on the lips, having to stand on the tips of her hooves to even get close. Zakia having to lean down a bit to allow the motherly blue mare to place a kiss on him. While her free hand roamed across his heavy balls. “Speaking of big, I’m amazed you still have so much to give.”

“Of course.” Zakia responded, flexing his cocks a bit and causing his balls to rise a bit in her palm. “How could I not help a mare as pretty as yourself in her time of need?”

“Well, aren’t you just the most gentle stallion around? If your intent was to butter me up with compliments....” Windy flirted back, kissing Zakia’s cheek. “It’s working.”

Windy smiled and winked before turning to walk away, having an extra sway in her step to emphasize her hips movements as she left the bathroom and leaving Zakia with a marvelous view of her bottom that he had become all too familiar with. Zakia thought couldn’t help but feel that she looked different though. Her figure seemed a bit more surprising, considering her age. Zakia followed suit behind her and left the bathroom, a waft of steam quickly evacuated itself as the door creaked before quickly dissipating, while Windy Whistle hummed a little as she had a bounce in her step that only made her bottom jiggle in front of the Zebra. Turning to face him, her arms under her ‘girls’ putting a bit of focus on them as she spoke... being fully aware of her teasing.

“What would you like for breakfast? I’m sure we both could use a bite to eat after the last day.” Windy asked Zakia, but then her face turned to a more concerned expression. “Also, do you know why Bo is in such a good mood? I haven’t heard him try to sing like that in a long time. His high notes are a lot better now, too.”

“You’ll see when we get to the living room.” Zakia said with a confident smirk. Though not as innocent as it may appear. Windy raised an eyebrow at Zakia.”But maybe we should have our breakfast first?”

“One night with me and you’ve not only got my approval but by the sounds of Bo... his as well.” Windy retorted. Her face seemed bright at the news that only spelled good tidings. ‘Not only is he a stud, but he became such good friends with Bo already. What happened while I was sleeping?’ Windy thought to herself before dismissing it. ‘No point in wondering. Boys will be boys with their secrets.’ Sighing a little, she looked at the zebra. “Very well, lead the way.”

Taking Windy by the hand, Zakia guided her from the room, and towards the kitchen. After his conversation with Bo, he was more than content with the results, especially with the notion that Windy wouldn’t just mind it; she’d love it. The zebra couldn’t help but smile, though within his thoughts, he was smirking at this new victory. It wouldn’t be long before not only Windy would be under his sway, and Rainbow Dash could be rein in, but why stop there. Cloudsdale’s control over the weather, and its strategic location was more than enough for further influence. But before Zakia could get too ahead of himself, he needed to first secure Windy’s alliance. She was too valuable to simply break, and he planned to use her to the best of her abilities.

Chapter 08: Rainbow's Arrival

Making her way to the kitchen, being led on by Zakia, Windy was eager to see what he had to show. It involved her husband, and yet, part of her equally wanted to prepare a fine breakfast for the zebra who could fuck her so well all night and into the day. Naked as she was, she held no care about her nudity. She was proud of her body, knowing it was still the envy of many of the younger mares at the many clubs in Cloudsdale. Windy turned herself back around and started walking towards the kitchen, staying in front of the zebra as she did. She may be sore, but she still had every intention of teasing Dash’s stud to be with a sight she knew he liked.

The closer she got to the kitchen as she walked down the hall that showcased her pride and joy on Rainbow Dash. A flood of emotions washed over the motherly mare, smiley proudly at the photo of her daughter winning her first race and the sheer joy she had on her pinchable cheeks. They were all photos of her little Dashie and how far she had come since then. It was a soothing and wonderful feeling to experience as a mother to see her child having become something great.

Though the feeling of disappointment lingered as she thought back to what Zakia had said. She would have to properly discipline her daughter. She had come too far to let her ‘impulsive’ actions ruin everything. A sense of self desired scolding was boiling up as she felt at fault for her daughter’s failings and trouble she had been causing for Zakia and his company... group... organization? She wasn’t sure.

“You know, as much as I love the idea of giving that delightful bottom another rough pounding... I don’t think you’d want me doing that here. Might ruin a few photos.” Zakia spoke up with a cheeky lilt in his tone. Zakia’s voice ended up startling Windy. She hadn’t noticed it, but she had stopped mid-stride as she thought about her daughter. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“O-oh!” Windy responded. She was flustered with her curt one word response. Zakia could tell by how Windy looked at the photos that her daughter meant far more than a normal mother’s love, what that“Sorry about that, sweetie, just a lot on my mind at the moment.” Her voice lost a bit of the confidence it once had.

“Oh, it’s no problem.” Zakia said, nodding in understanding. Keeping an outward smile, his mind was scheming. ‘Seems like that talk before got her worried about Dash.’

Zakia’s mind only continued as he watched Windy take a bit of a lead and out of the hallway, enjoying the view as her nice round bottom bounced slightly as she turned the corner but that joy was quickly ended by the loud pitched squeal escaped from Windy Whistle. Zakia had entered the kitchen after rubbing his ears a bit at the volume of Windy’s voice, the sight of Windy embracing a tiny and petite stallion could be seen. His figure was clearly that of a mare though as his hips were wide but not as pronounced, his slender body with a smooth and soft feeling from head to hoof, a pretty mane that shone in the morning sun and the warm feminine features of a mare.

“So... what do you think of your husband’s new look?” Zakia asked, having crept up behind the two, giving Windy’s butt a bit of a slap. “I hope you’re both satisfied?”

Windy stood there stunned as she looked at Bo. Bo’s new look was a drastic change with how hyper masculine the stallion always presented himself before. Bo’s mane was no longer a shortcut rainbow mohawk, but a long, flowing mane that reached his shoulders. His tail was much the same, but it stood out a bit more. It was a lot longer, draping across his bubbly butt, shined and shimmered like a mane that’s been conditioned and maintained with the utmost care for years. That combined with the fact that Bo had a somewhat smaller stature now, smaller than Big Mac or Brea after they had ingested a direct dose of the drug. Bo’s backside made up for it as his newly obtained bubble butt was a bit bigger than most of the other stallions that The Siri had converted into girly stallions, any bigger and it would look comical.

“I... don’t know…not yet at least.” Windy said, her voice trailing off with a lot of uncertainty hanging off every word. She knew her Bo, to have suddenly agreed to something like this, was very out of character for her husband. “Forgive me for saying this Zakia, but I need to know without a doubt.” Her tone got very serious for a moment as she looked at the pair. “Was this change really your choice, Bo?” Windy’s voice was a mix of worry but also one of hope that it was his own choice.

‘What is she doing?’ Zakia though, being a bit taken back by Windy’s question. ‘Seems there's a bit more history to this than I thought.’

“Yes.” Bo said, quickly getting up to his wife. Barely at her chest, and looked up at her and spoke. “It...wasn’t an easy choice, and the drink did help.” Windy’s gaze lingered on Zakia’s with a certain ferocity he had not seen since Zecora tore into the Siri that failed to properly handle Rainbow Dash and had become a eunuch for his transgressions. “But...it was still my choice. I did it because I was tired of sitting on the sideline. I was tired of being the waterboy, so to speak... I wanted to be your MVP again.” Bo’s words garnered a rather powerful response from Windy, having now embraced her husband as his head was buried between her tits.

“Oh honey, you’ll always be my MVP. No matter what you look like or if some parts aren’t working. I love you for you.” Windy said as she stroked the side of her petite hubby’s face. “Though I might start getting a little jealous if you look better in my clothes than I do.”

“Oh, you!” Bo giggled at the remark. “Better watch out then, cause suit or dress. This stud will knock it outta the park!” Windy was happy to see her lover’s signature bravado remained. Zakia watched the two as they showed each other affection, noting the smoke rising from the oven as he went to sit down at the table walking past them.

“As happy as I am for the two of you. I think you two might wanna pay attention to the oven before the food is little more than a hockey puck.” Zakia said with a lazy but still cheeky grin, watching Windy without a word turn to see the food that had been getting cooked as now a slightly darker color of brown that was leading into blackened and burnt edges fairly quickly. “I’m glad I was able to help you both out.”

A bit of panic and followed by a swift defeat, the morning breakfast was ruined but luckily for the trio, morning take out was extremely common in Cloudsdale. After their morning meal had been delivered, it was quickly devoured by the three of them. They all had quite the appetite after the last twenty-four hours. The meal contained a large portion of rice, some diced and roasted veggies on top of seasoned and roasted salmon with a side serving of salted beef. It was a filling meal and one meant for those that were very... sexually active through the day. It was also called the “Round Two” morning mix. Mixed with Windy’s now actively producing milkers that the zebra all but monopolized, Zakia had a delicious breakfast. Zakia was surprised at how creamy and sweet her mother’s milk was, which seemed to just make her day upon hearing it. Something about “Mama’s still got it.” that leads Zakia to believe that he’s not the first to say that.

After they had eaten, there wasn’t much left to clean up. The boxes themselves seemed to rapidly decompose and poof into a small white cloud that dissipated quickly. Bo and Windy watched his expression when it first happened and couldn’t help but laugh at his expense. Though it was explained to him they had to create clever ways to avoid excess waste and ‘cloud magic’ was something that they had started using in the last thirty years and had become something of a standard for keeping their city nice and tidy. Zakia was a bit impressed by it.. He wanted to hear a bit more about this cloud magic but Windy was more interested in something else at the moment.

This interest didn’t go unnoticed as both Bo and Zakia watched as Windy got up, her hips with that tantalizing sway when she wanted you to look at her. Getting a few feet in front of Zakia, she got on all fours and crawled her way over between Zakia’s legs with a slow but sultry approach. Having brought her face right in front of the zebra’s massive sack, she took in his amazing scent once more before. Her head had moved up a bit and her face right beside his sheath’s entrance, his balls resting below her neck and chin while the side of her face pressed into his sheath.

“Think you can handle that much meat after such an enormous meal?” Zakia teased, knowing the answer already. “Don’t want to find out your eyes are bigger than your belly.”

Windy didn’t say a word, but her mischievous grin spoke volumes. Windy opened her mouth and slid her tongue across his sheath’s entrance, teasing his thick cock heads to peek out. Though Windy didn’t give it much of a chance, as she placed her mouth over the sheath entrance had started to french his sheath in an effort to get his obsidian rods to appear for her to worship.

“Oh, I think I can handle some zebra sausage. After all, everyone ends up making room for desert.” Windy Whistle remarked with that smug grin she had across her face a few times before. “So how about you stop playing hard to get and give mama her creamy desert?” Zakia, while he enjoyed teasing the mare and denying her what she so desired, he liked the feeling of her lips around his cock a great deal more.

“Needy one at you?” Zakia remarked, placing a hand on his sheath as his monolithic cocks rose, much to Windy’s delight. “Well, I’m not gonna stop you. Have at it.”Windy dove right back into the Zebra’s heavy sheath.

“Mmmmmm...” Windy moaned as she worked over the now half mast double decker cocks that already looked too big for any mare to realistically handle. Her hands were now holding the sides of his balls, kneading and massaging the cum laden orbs. Though her words were muffled, Zakia could make them out as best as he could. “I just want to suck these fat cocks all day.”

While her mouth worked wonders on his heavy half erect members. Her eyes fluttered closed as she continued to work his members over, her tongue working its magic on his sensitive members. Swapping between the two, making sure each cock got special attention from her. As she tasted them, she lavished them both. She wanted to taste them and everything that had experienced; she wanted to worship them. Zakia’s eyes were shut tight as he enjoyed the pleasure of his mare's efforts. His hips began to buck as he let out a low moan, his cocks twitching as they fought to keep themselves hard.

“Mmmmhmmm...you like that, don’t you?” Windy asked with that same familiar and welcomed sultry tone. “You like it when I take in these beautiful dicks?”

“Do you really need an answer to that?” Zakia gasped a little, though that was all the mare could get out before he was forced to let out a low moan as Windy continued to work her magic on his cocks.

“Mmmm, yes. I do.” Windy replied with a giggle, before she went back to taking care of Zakia’s cocks with her wanting maw. With that said, she went back to sucking one of his cocks while her other hand worked over his other member. “Come on stud, tell me how you like it.”

“You know you’re gonna have to share when Dash gets her, right?” Zakia asked with a chuckle. “Or are you trying to hog me all to yourself?”

“If it was anyone else other than Dash, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” Windy Whistle replied with a giggle. “Besides, it’s not like you’re going anywhere.”

“Got that right.” Zakia said, giving her the answer she wanted to hear. “This zebra is gonna be here a while because of a beautiful mare that is very skilled with her mouth.”

“So sit back and let me take the lead sweetie. I wanna enjoy you as much as I can before Dashie gets here...” Windy exclaimed, before she saw Bo cleaning up as Windy enjoyed herself between the Zebra’s legs, never able to get enough of those fat dicks. “Mmmmm...”

Windy moaned as she continued to suck and work over Zakia’s cocks. She looked up and noticed that Zakia’s hips started to buck forward a little in anticipation. Zakia’s cocks were starting to reach their full mast. It was mesmerizing to see those massive pillars of flesh slowly creep to life, growing in size steadily as pre-cum began to freely flow from the tip of his cocks. It was almost like a steady stream as the self provided lubricate drizzled down from the equine cockheads. Windy didn’t have to wait long before his cocks had reached their full glory, standing tall and partially lathered in saliva.

“Oh, my Celestia, you look even bigger than before.” Windy Whistle said as she watched the cocks grow before her. “How is that even…”

“Well, with the way you’ve been strutting around with that ass all morning.” Zakia said, flexing his towering dicks as he spoke to further drive home the point. “You’re gonna make my cocks so swollen.”

“You loved every moment.” Windy said her voice was haughty and filled purely with lust. “Though enough foreplay, how about you face fuck me, and give mama a nice creamy load for the day?”

“Of course, just show me how much you want it then, though I am sure such a greedy mare like yourself, I don't need to tell you that.” Zakia said, his cockheads resting around Windy’s face. His upper cock was pressed firmly between her lips, wanting those welcoming lips to just take the head in and everything beyond it. “But if you say so, I’ll give you that thick cream.”

Windy smiled at Zakia’s response. He was right. Windy licked the large blunt cock head of the upper clock, before placing her mouth right over the entrance, leaking the copious amounts of pre-cum, and latched onto it. She was doing her best impression of Zakia when he was latched onto her chest. With a wet “Scluuurp” sound, she pulled her head back as the sap like pre-cum connected her lips to Zakia’s dick. Licking her lips, she broke that pre-cum strain and gorged herself on it, though her posing as she did it was an abnormally erotic sight. Her arms turned in, pushing her breasts together as her boobs wrapped around his lower cock, her body moving slightly as she kept her head still. It was both visually and physically stimulating, followed by her entire upper body moving as she moved from each side of his cock every time she bounced.

‘Yep... I’m about to ruin that throat and cover her in my seed.’ Zakia thought to himself, reaching out towards Windy and placing a free hand on the back of her head that got an eager smile from her before she was suddenly forced down his upper cock. ‘Fuck, can this slut ever get enough? Reminds me almost of…oh nevermind that, Windy’s mouth feels fucking amazing!’

Windy’s throat stretched to its limit as she was roughly made to take it all the way to the base. It was a swift and unforgiving motion that resulted in Windy finding herself with her nose in his pubic area above his cock with watery eyes and gagging slightly before Windy adjusted herself to the abrupt deep throating. Placing both hands on her head and starting his vicious assault on her gullet as he began to slowly pump his cock down her throat, his cock’s medial ring showing in her throat from how thick the tool was in her throat.

“Mmmmmm...” Windy moaned as she felt his large cock head press against the back of her throat. Her thoughts only echoed out her feelings. ‘His cocks are so good, I can’t believe there’s still so much in these huge balls. What a stallion, these are the cocks of a breeder.’

The sensation of having the massive cockhead push past her gag reflex was something she had only ever experienced once before, to such a degree, and that was the day before with Zakia. Her eyes watering as she tried to hold her breath as best she could, she felt Zakia’s hands on her head as he started to pull out of her throat until his cock head was just barely lodged in her throat. Then he would slam it back down her throat, forcing her to take it all the way down again.

“Ohhhhhhh... MMMMmmm!” Windy moaned as she felt the pressure building up inside of her. ‘He’s getting bigger, I can feel it. Fuck, he’s gonna cum. Come on and cum for me, fuck your hot load in my mouth!’

Windy knew what was coming next, and she wanted to make sure that Zakia gave every drop of cum that she could give him. Zakia’s hands gripped the back of her head tighter as he pumped his cock into her throat faster and harder, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to get off as fast as possible. He wanted to be buried in that mare’s throat and feel the warm goo of his seed fill her stomach.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!” Windy moaned, her voice muffled by the thick cock that was filling her throat. “Fuugghhh!”

“You like that, don’t you?” Zakia said, his voice strained and ragged. “You like being a good little whore and swallowing my cum.”

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes! I love it! I love it! I love it!” Windy cried out as she took in Zakia’s load, though nobody would be able to hear that as clearly as she wanted with her throat being stuffed with the zebra’s fat cock. Zakia groaned as he felt his shaft pulse with cum, pumping a huge amount of cum into the mare’s mouth. It was a lot more than he expected, but it didn’t matter. It was all worth it just to hear her moan and cry out in pleasure. “Fuck…so full!”

“Good girl.” Zakia said before he pulled out of her mouth, leaving a trail of cum dripping down her chin. “Now get back to work.” Windy did as she was told, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with ease. She licked the underside of his cock, her tongue swirling around the bulbous tip before taking it all the way to the base and pulling back.

“Mmmmmm... I can’t wait for Dashie to get here.” Windy said, having slid her mouth off the cock with a wild moan before talking to Zakia, not giving him a chance to respond. She moved herself back down his monolithic rod. Her wild moans as she slid her lips along his shaft and down his shaft, the vibrations from her moans only furthered his own pleasure. “I’m gonna need some help with these I think”

“I know you can’t. But I can’t wait either. So let’s make this last as long as we can.” Zakia said with a chuckle as he grabbed a hold of her hair and began to thrust his hips as she sucked his cock. “That’s right, suck my cock and make me cum.” His hips bucking as he thrusted his hips, driving his cock into the mare’s willing mouth. “Oh yeah! Suck it! Make me cum! Cum for me!” His voice became more and more strained with each thrust. “AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed as his orgasm hit. He bucked his hips hard, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum down her throat.

“Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!” Windy moaned, her eyes rolling back as she felt his cock throbbing in her mouth. She had never taken so much cum before and it was amazing. Zakia pulled his cock from Windy’s mouth, letting the spent equine mare catch her breath. He was amazed at the amount of cum she had swallowed. It was even more than he had expected, though he wasn’t complaining. “I can’t believe there was still so much left in those beautiful cocks.”

“Wow, you really are a slutty little mare, aren’t you?” Zakia said, rubbing his cockhead against Windy’s cheek. “I fuck you for days, stuff you more than any other mare, and you still want more?!”

“Yes... I am... I want to be a slutty little mare for you.” Windy said, licking her lips as she looked up at the zebra. “Maybe…I want to see if I can drain those huge balls of yours.”

“Then let me give you something else to do.” Zakia said, before grabbing ahold of the mare’s head and forcing her mouth onto his cock once more but he held her there, Windy didn’t mind though as she had adjusted herself to rest more comfortably, though Bo had lifted her up by her tail suddenly causing her body to tense up. “There you go, I’ll give you a nice…deep…and hard fuck.”

Bo quickly put a sitting pillow under his wife, before leaving the two once again, but not before giving her butt a firm smack that caused her to moan hard around Zakia’s cock. Zakia noted how and where Bo grabbed Windy’s tail. He had grabbed it before, but he didn’t get that reaction before. Zakia, not thinking too much on it, it wasn’t uncommon for a couple to know how to rile up the other up during copulation. Though Windy seemed a bit more docile now, her mouth now gently nursing his cock as his mother laid between her tits. It was a nice way to sit and relax as he enjoyed the spoils of what he deemed a victory already.

Rainbow was still trying to figure out why she was so nervous about today. She was just gonna visit her mom, but she just couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that told her home to stay or stay far away from her home in Cloudsdale. Though when she learned Zakia was nowhere to be found, she grew frustrated as she wanted those fat double decker dicks. So knew that if she visited her mom, that she could help her with these urges. So, she got dressed like she was after something as a result; she hated being frustrated, let alone sexually frustrated, but “Mr. Cockblock”, as she called the handler that was assigned to her, made it a lot harder to get someone to stuff her needy pussy or let her taste a fat cock or tasty pussy.

Rainbow was wearing a light pink tank top that showed off her flat and slightly toned stomach and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her ass nicely. A black leather belt was wrapped around her waist. Her rainbow colored brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her bangs hung over her forehead. Her rose eyes sparkled as she walked down the street, enjoying the fresh air that was blowing through the streets. It was a nostalgic feeling to feel a fresh gust wash over the city, despite the gut feeling telling her to leave or she’d likely regret it.

Ignoring her gut feeling though, Rainbow Dash soon found herself within the eyesight of her parents’ house. When she arrived at her parents’ place, making her way through the white picket fence, it opened with a slight creak. When she got closer to the door though, she heard a moan she knew as her mothers, moving closer and placing an ear on the door she heard her mother make sounds she had never heard before and they were honestly really hot to her.

‘Damn mom!’ Rainbow thought to herself, her mind immediately wandering to the idea of having her pussy stuffed by a good few dozen studs. ‘Who did you invite over this time? The entire football team?!’ Not wanting to be left out of the gang-bang she assumed her mother was having, she knocked on the door. The resounding thud of her fist meeting the wood while she started to quickly open the door. Once inside, she yelled out. “Hey mama! Hey papa! Sorry I didn’t make it yesterday. I ha-“ Barely fully into the room, and she found herself, mouth agape and looking at the one person she really didn’t expect to see at her parents’ place.

Rainbow knew she was in trouble now...though the source of that trouble wasn’t coming from where she expected until a sandal tore through the open space between the kitchen table and the front door. A solid hit was left on Rainbow’s head, throwing her off balance before she found herself face to face with her mother, who seemed to grow to match the anger she was letting out. Rainbow felt small. No, small was an understatement. She felt microscopic.

“RAINBOW…DASH…!” Windy bellowed, her voice carrying the weight of a mother’s fury. “What in the WORLD do you think you’re doing?” Her voice had leveled out.

“Wha wha- what do you mean, mama?” Rainbow Dash said, feigning ignorance. ‘I really should have listened to my gut.’ The thought ran through the blue pegasus’s mind.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, missy.” Windy said her gaze was firm. All Rainbow Dash could do was fidget from her mother’s verbal onslaught. “Your father and I have heard ALL about how you’re acting within his company and now you’re at risk of losing your top spot because you want to act like a spoiled filly?”

Rainbow Dash let out a small ‘eep’ as she felt her mother pull on the collar of her shirt and dragged her off deeper into the humble home. All the while Rainbow protested but did not resist. Zakia kinda stared blankly at what just happened... In all but a few seconds ago, Windy was slobbering all over his cock and on a dime, she was now tearing into her daughter with a level of ferocity he had only ever experienced from his own mother's anger at him when he did something extremely foolish as a colt.

‘Well, at least this is one more problem resolved...finally.’ Zakia thought to himself. Letting out a small, almost hidden sigh, he looked on as Windy scolded her daughter. ‘Let’s see how this plays out.’

Chapter 09: The Wonderbolt Academy

Zakia moved with gusto as he opened the back screen door and stepped out of the house. Seeking some reprieve for a moment, as the household has become a bit too 'energetic' than he was willing to deal with. Zakia settled himself at the corner of the house next to the AC unit that was currently running. It was a nice secluded area for the most part, the backyard looked like any other but about twenty yards beyond the fence was the world below.

"Damn that's a nice view." Zakia said before he caught sight of something in his peripheral vision. "Make sure to follow them both throughout the day. Do whatever they want or need as long as it doesn't compromise things. Though with how Windy reacted learning that because of her daughter, you're eunuch now. I don't think you'll have any problems."

"Understood Master." The Siri said, with a quick and curt nod, his doll-like expression and emotionless tone was somewhat off putting. Zakia didn't know it would be this effective, it was somewhat eerie if he had a single word to describe it.

‘Hmmm, I wonder if there's anything here I can get Zecora... ‘ Zakia thought to himself, knowing that she was gonna tan his hide when he got back considering he snuck off to do this. He knew he needed something to dampen the anger that he knew he'd be on the receiving end for... rightfully so but not something he'd care to endure.

The problem was he had no idea where to start, this entire City was a tourist trap mixed with a giant casual sex club for all intents and purposes. Though like a blessing from the Goddess herself, that problem was quickly resolved at the sight of an all too familiar orange flying pony, with another he didn't recognize. Though by the looks of it, it was a silver mare with a darker blue mane. He chose this spot to stay outta sight but the two seemed to know where he was already. The two quickly approached Zakia before landing in the backyard of Rainbow Dash's childhood home.

"Ooh! What a total surprise to see you here 'daddy'." Scootaloo said as she approached Zakia before lurching at him and wrapping her arms around his side. She was rather affectionate, though seeing Rainbow Dash's 'keeper nearby caused her to scowl a bit but was quickly reminded by a flick to the top of her head by Zakia. “I’ve missed you!”

"While I am happy to see you as well.” Zakia's tone was stern but not overwhelming, it was more of a warning tone that made it very clear to the orange pegasus to knock it off. “Don’t follow Rainbow Dash's mistakes and think you can disrespect my comrade like that." Zakia turned his gaze to the other 'mare' and saw she was anything but that. It was a he, a petite and extremely feminine stallion if you could call him a stallion anymore. He was a bit unsure of what to do and was unable to keep eye contact with the Zebra when he caught Zakia looking at him. He was a shy one by the looks of it or submissive.

"Sorry." Scootaloo said, her voice a bit downtrodden. She didn't like that buzz kill, he kept making this so boring by denying sex or pussy blocking Rainbow Dash and even her when she was around.

"Learn from it and move forward.” Zakia said, leading attention to Scootaloo's friend. “Now, how about you introduce me to your friend. Am sure 'she' is feeling rather awkward at the moment."

"Hehehe! Yeah I guess I should do that." Scootaloo said, a bit embarrassed that she quickly forgot about her friend so quickly when given a chance for Zakia's attention. "Well this is my friend Rumble. He was a lot like Brea Brea is! So I kinda well, maybe snuck one of those drinks you gave Big Mac to help him become a pretty 'mare'." Her voice was clearly nervous because she knew what she was... kinda not allowed at all. Something she totally had forgotten about till now; which only caused her thoughts to race. ‘Oh crap, I hope he won't be too mad.’ Breaking the hug with Scootaloo, the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Indeed she is 'pretty mare' now... but." Zakia tried to say, but was cut off before he could finish the sentence by the loud voice that belonged to none other than Rainbow Dash.

"Zakia, where are you! Mama and I are gonna be heading out!” Rainbow shouted, before the scolding of Windy was heard. “We wanna give you a goodbye kiss!"

"Oh no you don't you little hussy.” Windy scolded, knowing damn well what her daughter's intent was. “You're not getting any that easily or anytime soon." The audible sound of disapproval echoed shortly after her mothers law was laid down.

Zakia couldn't help but laugh at how effective this plan had become, he doubted in any other situation this would have worked but the Siri and himself had become so desperate to fix this problem with Rainbow Dash that anything sounded good. Scootaloo was doing her best not to hold in her laughter as her cheeks puffed out as she had a goofy grin on her face after what she had heard her idol and Windy go back and forth, Scootaloo's attempts to hold her laughter in where in vain as he bellowed out in laughter. Rumble on the other hand was clearly very tense and feeling a bit outta place as he fidgeted and kept his eyes looking on the ground. Stealing a glance every few seconds towards the Zebra, his mouth opening before quickly closing it.

‘Come on Rumble just say it.’ Rumble thought to himself unaware that Zakia had now rested his gaze on him. ‘Come on, you can do it. Just say it for Celestia's sake.’

"Is there something you want to say?" Zakia asked, wondering what was going on with the stallion, having noticed Rumbles' odd behavior.

"Um... uh.. Well you see" Rumble stuttered his words unable to find it, he was clearly getting frustrated at the lack of words, before loudly blurting. "THANK YOU!" Scootaloo stopped her fit of laughter and looked at Rumble confused and surprised. Zakia was a bit taken back by the outburst as well but didn't know why the colt was thankful.

"What did I do to earn such a thank you." Zakia asked, his expression showing a mix of confusion and curiosity. He watched as Rumble took a few deep breaths and seemed to compose himself, having shouted out the anxiety he once had. “Not that I don’t appreciate such kind words. Please, explain.”

"For the thing that Scootaloo gave me.” Rumble said as he seemed very sincere which he didn't expect. He knew Breaburn sought the potion on his own after seeing Big Mac but he never expected thanks for it after he got it. “I know she wasn't supposed to take it but I want you to know how much it means to me."

"I must admit, I am confused. Why does it mean so much to you?” Zakia asked, interested in the answer to come from the silver girly pony. “I am afraid I don't fully understand."

"Because I feel comfortable in my own body now. I feel content and when I look in the mirror now I am happy with what I see instead of feeling like an imitation of a mare.” Rumble petered off as his vision averted the Zebra's once more. “I FEEL like one now and that means a lot... a lot more than you might understand... it's also a lot cheaper this way then the thousands of bits it takes for the magic to be cast on you every six months."

Zakia didn't know how to comprehend Rumble's feelings as they seemed far more complicated than they seemed but Zakia at this point was noticing that feminization among pony's was far more common than he was aware of. He didn't understand why but he would look more into it and see if there were ways to spread the potion the Siri had considered. For now he'd keep his act of the 'nice guy' going for the time being.

"I can't say I fully understand but am pleased to see it has had such a well received response from you. As for Scootaloo I can forgive her but what she did is still wrong. That potion is dangerous, misuse could have done some pretty nasty things to you." Zakia said, putting on a stern look. Though Zaki was lying, the worst side effect it had was that overuse creates a full change in gender that varied between temporary to permanent, but Rumble didn't know that. "But I'll see what I can do, she did do it for her friend she cares for." Zakia finished with a soft smile that made Rumble's face turn a brighter shade of red around his cheeks as the heat rose to them.

"SEE! I TOLD YOU HE'S AWESOME!" Scootaloo chimed in, her excited tone shined brightly after hearing she was getting off scot-free for breaking the rules... or so she thought.

"Why thank you Scootaloo... Know what else is awesome?” Zakia said, his tone still kind but Scootaloo couldn't help but feel confused for a moment before she realized what he meant. “You offer your time for the day to guide me around Cloudsdale without any distractions or pit stops along the way."

"Aw.... crackers" Scootaloo whined as she understood what Zakia meant and she hated it.

"Though if you go do a good job...a few pitstops couldn't hurt." Zakia said he knew he could just order her to do it but he wanted to have fun messing with Scootaloo for a bit. “But only if you do a good job.”

“Oh, I will, I will!” Scootaloo exclaimed, almost letting her eyes sparkle in excitement. “Right this way!” As she walked, Zakia followed, playfully rolling his eyes at the mare’s excitement.

The first thing Scootaloo wanted to show her master was the fabled Wonderbolt Academy. The facility was exactly how Zakia had read in the reports he had received. Though they were often lacking in details he felt were not as informative as he had hoped. Then again, Cloudsdale was an even greater mystery than he had even originally considered. Now that he had spent time there, Zakia was going to need several conversations with Zecora over future scouting and reconnaissance missions. But whenever he would try to get lost in his plots and plans, Scootaloo seemed to notice and brought him back from his thoughts by wiggling her ass in front of him. So much so, Zakia would often forget he had Rumble all but hanging off his arm.

Eventually, the three of them arrived as a massive series of grass and pavement. Like a runway, it was marked by countless stripes of white paint. This strange location, the very notion of grass on clouds, confused Zakia just long enough that it wasn’t until he took a step down, he realized where he was. This wasn’t a cloud by any means, the sky was merely hiding it. This structure, if one could call it that, was a massive plateau that reached high above the clouds. Solid ground as it was, Zakia stepped down from the cloud feeling the firm stone on his feet.

“And here, we have The Wonderbolt Academy!” Scootaloo declared, almost cheering as she extended her arms out to show off the vast territory they were on. “This here is specifically the training course, where initiates, cadets, and even members of the Wonderbolts practice their impressive skills.” Gesturing a hand to distant clouds that held buildings, she continued her explanation. “Over there are the Wonderbolt barracks and other buildings. That’s where the groups rest, eat, and do any work not related to flying.”

“Fascinating.” Zakia commented, looking around. The view was gorgeous, and the sight of many ponies currently working on their flight and form was remarkable. From what he could tell, there were a few pegasi mares doing stretches, workout, or even flying in the cadet uniforms. “Their uniform appears very…tight fitting.”

“Oh yes, Master. Rainbow always loved how it felt.” Scootaloo commented, giggling as if recalling a memory. “She said it helps with flying, but I’m sure flying almost naked was just as fun.”

“I can imagine so.” Zakia said, pondering a little more until something in the distance caught his eye. Looking over to this thing, it appeared to be a turquoise pegasus mare with a golden amber mane. “It appears we have a guest.” As soon as this mare landed, there was almost a spark of electricity as she stared at the zebra with cocky, orange eyes. “Hello, can I help you?”

“I think you can.” The mare said, strutting her way over to Zakia. As she drew closer, her attire looked to be like that of one of the cadets, but she also had a figure almost identical to Rainbow Dash. “The name’s Lightning Dust, and you’re that stud that finally got that rainbow slut to settle down.”

“I assume you’re referring to Rainbow Dash?” Zakia asked, though the answer was obvious. There was definitely something about this mare that reminded him of her. “And yes, I am her betrothed, my name is Zakia.”

“Well, Zakia, how about I show you what that airhead bimbo couldn’t.” Lightning suggested with a cocky smirk. Pressing herself forward, she placed her large, soft chest against his body. “Looks to me you already have some little arm candy, but I know I can make you forget all about her.” Scootaloo only laughed at such a notion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you. I thought this was for actual flyers” Zakia held in his emotions, but didn’t enjoy the idea that this arrogant mare could get away with insulting his fuck toys.

“That’s a very bold claim.” Zakia said, staring Lightning down, but equally thinking of all the ways he could make this mare scream in pain and possible ecstasy. “I’ve already known her mother, so can you say you can match that?” Hearing that, Lightning’s face was nearly drained of color.

“I-I-I…well…you see…” Lightning stuttered, clearly realizing she only seemed to be confident enough to best Rainbow, but not Windy. Which only further confirmed Zakia’s thoughts on the extent of the milf’s influence. “I can try!”

“Try what? Cadet?” Called a voice above the mare, causing her to tense up. Flying down, wearing her captain’s uniform, was the pegasus Zakia recognized as Spitfire, landed behind Lightning. “Are you harassing a guest when I told you to clear out those clouds?”

“C-C-Captain Spitfire?!” Lightning all but yelped with a startle, turning to salute the mare. “No Ma’am! I was merely meeting the lucky stallion visiting us.”

“I’ll deal with guests, you clear the skies.” Spitfire commanded, causing Lightning to hesitate. “Now!” As if struck by a bolt of lightning, the mare flew straight into the sky. Sighing, she looked back to Zakia. “Sorry about that. And…yeah, you’re Zakia right? Rainbow’s fiance?”

“Words travel fast it seems.” Zakia replied, playing the role of a shy stallion as he rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t know even someone such as yourself would know so soon. Did Rainbow tell you?”

“Nah, heard it through the clouds.” Spitfire replied with a dismissive laugh. “I don’t know how long you’ve been around here, but word travels fast.”

“I wasn’t aware Cloudsdale had such a widespread gossip line.” Zakia said with a laugh, though in the back of his mind, he was already piecing together how all of this happened. “If you don’t mind me asking, how exactly did you hear it?”

“It was Windy.” Spitfire said, much to the surprise on the zebra’s face. Giggling a little, she composed herself. “Sorry, it’s just so rare when someone doesn’t know. Windy’s been such a major pony in Cloudsdale. Not to mention what her husband was famous for, and now with Rainbow being famous. Word gets around.”

“I see, well that is good to know.” Zakia replied, feigning an honest chuckle as he looked at the mare. Taking only the briefest of moments to glance her over, he admired her athletic, yet enticing and alluring body. “If I wanna find out anything, I guess I’ll talk to her.”

“Would be the best way to get the best gossip.” Spitfire replied, only for her expression to become a little more mischievous. “Speaking of gossip, word got around that Rainbow’s fiance is pretty good in the sack. And I’ll admit, I’m curious.” Leaning in close, she was in a similar position to how Lightning was earlier. “I’m not gonna try and take you from Rainbow, and no way I can match Windy, but I think I can give you a good workout.” Flicking down her reflective sunglasses. “Think you can take the heat?”

Scootaloo knew this was gonna happen the moment she became Zakia’s guide for the day. If there was one thing she had become acutely aware of, was the fact Zakia had a libido that rivaled Rainbow Dashes. Luckily for her she had someone that could keep her company in the time Zakia would be spending with Spitfire.

Rumble was a quiet stallion, though more feminine than she would have expected. Being a bit envious of how nice of a butt and a pair of hips to match. “So not fair…” Scootaloo said with a grumble before huffing. Though it didn't go unnoticed by Rumble who looked at her a bit confused asking her “What’s not fair?” Rumble would soon come to regret asking this question after seeing the concerning expression on Scootaloo’s face who skulked up behind him and was sizing up his bottom that was tightly hugged by his clothing.

“It’s not fair that you have such a nice ass but you are barely evening flaunting it.” Scootaloo said, grabbing rumble by the shoulder and very firmly bending him over the nearest desk, leaving a very confused Rumble with his fat ass presented to the world. “It’s so not fair..” Scootaloo complained once more before taking her frustrations out on Rumble in the best way she could. The resounding smack of flesh echoed in the vacant room, followed by a soft moan that made Scootaloo’s frustration grow. “And you have a really cute moan… So not fair.” Scootaloo complained before letting out a defeated sigh and leaning over Rumble as he was bent over the desk, whispering something into the twinks ear that caused him to shiver.

Inside the locker room, Zakia and Spitfire were embracing each other. The two of them panting and moaning in the other’s mouth as they were quick to start striping each other from their restrictive clothes. Her chest was much more swollen than he first thought, but thought little of it as he groped and teased her. Pinching her nipple, he made her moan out as she kissed and almost gave small play bites along his neck. Wincing slightly, Zakia continued to explore Spitfire’s body, pushing her closer and closer. But as he played with her, she was playing with him. Her hands were fishing in his pants for his twin cocks, but didn’t yet pull them down to reveal them.

“Didn’t know you liked to take things slow.” Zakia teased with a chuckle, now fully stripping the last of Spitfire’s attire from her, leaving her the first to be fully naked. “Or are you a little…intimidated?”

“Hardly a tough guy.” Spitfire replied with a small, mischievous giggle. “You’re the one who didn’t waste time getting me naked. Maybe you can’t…hold it in?”

“Oh? So we’re seeing who can outlast the other?” Zakia smirked, staring down the mare as he was ready to play. “Alright, let’s have our little contest.” Reaching around Spitfire’s back, he pulled her close to a wet and passionate kiss.

Zakia’s tongue embraced Spitfire’s, making the mare moan and nearly melt in the zebra’s hold. Something was different about this zebra compared to any of the others she had had a bit of fun with. Something about him had a strong effect on her body. The more she got her hands on Zakia, the more she was starting to see why Rainbow Dash was such cock struck by him.

Despite it only being a kiss and some groping, her body reacted as if it was something far more intense. She was already getting weak in the knees as she pressed her chest against his own strong frame. “Why the hell are my knees getting weak? We are just kissing and a little bit of groping” Spitfire thought to herself, a bit confused at her own body and its strong reaction to Zakia. “At least he’s a good kisser.”

Zakia only continued to push the mare further and further into pleasure. His hands roaming across her body, a mix of gentle grazing digits that danced across her sensitive body. Something that Zakia had come to learn of most pegasus, they had very sensitive fur and feathers because of their airborne nature, being sensitive to the changes in the winds they flew in for hours translated into greater intimate sensations with touch alone.

“Celestia above.” Spitfire thought to herself as she let loose a low moan that had her back arch in response to the zebra’s constant handling of her body. It didn’t take much for him to get an even greater reaction out of her. Zakia’s roaming hands reached her wings, gently caressing her feathers.

Spitfire had to stop him though. “Easy stud… you keep playing with a girl's wings like that, you better be willing to stick around to preen her.” Spitfire said with a flushed red faced expression.

“Preen?” Zakia questioned, his reaction being one of genuine confusion.

Spitfire looked at Zakia with disbelief, an awkward silence followed the two. “Before you leave, we are having a talk on preening and why you need to be more careful touching a mare's wings like that.” Spitfire said

“But that can wait for you to show me if you’re all bark and no bite, if you’re just gonna club away with those pythons.” Spitfire remarked, Zakia didn't say anything but responded with his hands. Spitfire felt the firm pressure of his hand that put an enjoyable pressure down her back as they grinded their bodies a bit more intimately than before. His hands had gotten a rub down of her upper body before his hands wandered further down.

Reaching her bottom, Zakia noticed how firm and toned it was. It wasn’t the biggest or jiggly butt but it was the one of a mare who worked out every day. Groping it, thumbing her fur slightly across her cheeks and engaging in the passionate kissing from before she let out a moan in response. Their little contest was far from over.

“Ready to give up? Maybe you can spend the rest of the time showing me why preening is so important.” Zakia asked with a chuckle, taking his tongue from Spitfire’s mouth for a moment. “Then I could really show you how I handle Rainbow Dash and keep her quiet for the most part”

“F-fine…You just got a bit lucky, going for a girl's wings like that. So I’ll give you this round on a technicality at best. ” Spitfire cooed, shivering as she was panting harder and hotter. “B-but no touching the wings again.”

“Why? Because they turn you into a quivering pile of mush too quickly?” Zakia asked and got a very immediate and unexpectedly direct response. “Yes and I don’t like quickies.” Spitfire stated, her expression showing she was serious.

“Oh, okay then.” Zakia didn't expect such a response but he would respect it… for now.

Smirking, Zakia leaned back, resting his back against one of the lockers. Having lost the first round, Spitfire dropped to her knees before the zebra, and fully pulled down his pants. As soon as they were free, the twin cocks rose to full arousal, laying against each of the mare’s cheeks. Blushing hard, Spitfire panted and huffed, swallowing hard, she wanted these dicks. They were so big, throbbing against her face, and even the heat coming off them was making her body getting more and more aroused. Letting out another breath, she steeled her resolve. Grabbing both cocks in each hand, she licked her lips.

“Can’t say I can take both at once. But I think I can show off some skills.” Spitfire commented, almost cooing as she kept her eyes fixed on the two hard cocks. “Let’s see if I can win the next round.”

Taking in one dick, Spitfire was quick to bob her head up and down. Sloppy, wet, and slutty sounds echoing from her mouth as she was taking in as much of his length as she could. Zakia only enjoyed the sight of this mare, how she was this strict and stern officer who was sucking his cocks like an eager whore. Smirking, the wonders of the pegasi only further pushed his pleasure. But this wasn’t going to be enough to make him cum just yet; especially not after all the fun he had with Windy. But Spitfire was smarter than she seemed, having realized this or rather was more tactical in her approach to sucking off Zakia’s sizes.

Lifting her mouth off the first cock, she then dropped herself over the other one. Each motion of her face over this cock was to take in as much as possible, moan and motion her mouth and tongue over it, only to then lift herself back off and put herself onto the other one. This rapid and yet steady, deepthroating motion was set as a rather impressive pace. She was working to suck both cocks off at relatively the same time, but not exhaust herself. All in all, it raised an impressive eyebrow from Zakia.

“Looks like you know what you’re doing.” Zakia chuckled, gritting his teeth a little to hold back. He was already feeling himself getting close to a release. His mind raced with such concerns. ‘Shit, she’s gonna make me cum. Maybe being here took a bigger toll than I thought.’ Huffing, he smirked down, trying to maintain his composure. “Think you can make me cum with just that?”

“Just this…oh, no, no.” Spitfire giggled with a wicked smile, staring up at Zakia. “I was just getting you wet enough for…this!” Grabbing both cocks, she pushed them together and took both sizes deep in her mouth.

Zakia winced as he could feel Spitfire’s throat bulging and stretching over the massive sizes. The zebra gasped as he was taken by surprise, struggling to hold himself back as the mare was bobbing and motioning her face over him as if she was ready for this. Chuckling a little, Zakia stared down at her, he realized what had happened. He’d been played. Spitfire was more than capable of sucking off both at once, she just wanted to catch him off guard. And he fell for it, hard.

“Clever…little…slut…” Zakia grunted, huffing as he was struggling to catch his breath. Spitfire only seemed more and more eager to push the zebra closer and closer to orgasm. “You said…you couldn’t…” He could barely form words as he was about to release himself inside her mouth.

“I lied.” Spitfire replied with a giggle, staring up at Zakia with a confident and victorious expression. “Always be prepared for anything. That’s what I teach my cadets, and that’s what I’m gonna teach you, tough guy.”

Zakia wasn’t able to hold himself back any further. His ball released the vast flow of cum as it flooded into Spitfire’s throat. Swallowing the thick gulps of spunk, she seemed much more durable than most mares who had chugged his seed down like that. Clearly this Wonderbolt was far more disciplined or experienced than he had thought. She was clever, having easily deceived Zakia, and now was guzzling down his thick, potent cum as if she was planning to empty a barrel of cider. Eventually, she relented, pulling the cocks from her throat, but not before suckling the tips to get those last, thick globs in her mouth.

“Well then, clearly I underestimated you.” Zakia huffed, panting a little as he was catching his breath. “Looks like you’re more than what I thought you were.”

“Well, it comes with being prepared.” Spitfire responded, standing up as she wiped her mouth. “I’ll admit, these are very impressive. I can see why Rainbow Dash couldn’t stop bragging about these things.”

“Rainbow told you? I thought you said you heard about me through the clouds.” Zakia asked, raising an eyebrow. Maintaining a more cheerful expression, he didn’t want to let his ego fully take over. “Or was that a lie?”

“You catch on quick, good.” Spitfire laughed, patting a hand on Zakia’s shoulder. “Well, yes and no. I heard about you first from Rainbow Dash during a training session, but I only learned about the fiance parts today through gossip.” She then pressed her fat tits against Zakia’s chest. “But enough about other things. Are you prepared to lose?”

“We’re tied, one to one so far.” Zakia smirked, his eyes gleaming with a competitive lust. Grabbing at Spitfire’s waist, he moved to set her close to a nearby bench. “Well now…” His cocks slipped and swelled between the mare’s soaked thighs, nearly lifting her a little off the ground by their size. “Let’s see if you’re prepared.” Spitfire gave a slightly nervous giggle, but she was ready for some hard fucking.

After what felt like a little over three hours, Zakia eventually emerged from the locker room, he looked exhausted and he had a yellow feather hanging out of the corner of his lips, a few other loose feathers belonging to Spitfire littered across his body. Leaving the locker room, Zakia blew the feather from the corner of his lips in an almost comical fashion. What was suppose to be just a bit of competitive fucking around, resulted in one of the most intense and unexpected post fucking experience into another even more intense round after she taught him what preening was.

A faint steam came off his sweaty body. Even as he was finishing to wipe himself with a towel, it was clear he had certainly worked up a major sweat. Scootaloo and Rumble blushed hard, almost shivering as his musk was overwhelming their senses. Though normally Zakia wouldn’t let his musk be a cause for concern as it wasn’t something he could exactly turn off… Smelling like he came out of an orgy after two days. It was not exactly a pleasant smell, something to many stallions seemed to confuse for being the exact same thing.

“Before we head out, I need to shower up. How about you two help me clean up a little bit before heading back out. I use the extra hands… and mouths.” Zakia said, looking at the two and noticing the two had a bit of fun on their own it seemed. Rumbles hands constantly rubbing his bottom, it looking slightly red and Scootaloo’s hands looking a bit raw from her constant abuse towards Rumble’s bubble butt.

“Yeah, some running water might be good for how sore my hands are at the moment… and how sore Rumble’s big butt is now.” Scootaloo said, causing Rumble to groan in dismay.

“You know you didn’t have to smack them that hard… or use that paddle.” Rumble complained as he thought back not thirty minutes earlier as he was sure Scootaloo cracked the wooden paddle on his padded bottom.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have such a nice butt then!” Scootaloo said as she walked up beside Rumble a little more closely and gave his bottom another smack, though causing her own tender hand to recoil from the sting as well. Rumble through all but bent over the desk again, wailing out a cute moan that caused a noticeable flex in Zakia’s pants.

Luckily for all three, the shower was quick and didnt devolve into a few more rounds of fucking. All three needed a bit of time to recover. Though Zakia did show a renewed interest in the feminine colt, enjoying the cute moans that came from the petite stallion. Smelling much better and feeling much better after such a show, the three made their way away from the Wonderbolt Academy and its training grounds. Guided further and deeper into Cloudsdale, Zakia was soon to become more and more aware of how vast the city in the sky really was.

Chapter 10: Cloudsdale Shopping

After about half an hour or so of walking through the everly busier growing streets that started to go from just people to even forms of magical equipment that moved large shipments of cargo. It reminded Zakia that not only was Cloudsdale big, it was also considered a port city despite being in the sky over a large body of land. The shops that littered the bustling area held a variety of options. Some seemed sold clothes, some sold furniture or small household trinkets. Others had opened fresh food restaurants that teased foods that were anything but commonplace among those that lived in the area. It truly was a melting pot of many species and cultures.

“And this is one of the busiest markets in Cloudsdale. It’s also the best place to get things for cheap, a lot of merchants will sell directly to avoid some of the fees that come with offloading to a merchant or warehouse directly.” Scootaloo explained, gesturing with her hands all around her. “Here, you can buy just about anything!”

“Just about anything? That is very impressive.” Zakia commented, rubbing his chin as he looked around again with a more careful gaze. There were a number of not just shops and outlets, but there were also a large amount of pegasi; pegasi who were looking at him with warm smiles. “Friendly too.” As he said this, an older looking male pegasus approached him with a smile.

“Welcome, you must be Zakia.” The pegasus commented, handing what looked to be a small, open box. Inside the box were what seemed to be treats. “Please, have one. These are called Cloud Cakes, a confectionary here in Cloudsdale.”

“Sure, they look delicious.” Zakia responded as he reached into the box, taking one of these Cloud Cakes. “How much?”

“Oh, for Rainbow Dash’s fiance, they’re free.” The pegasus responded with a kind, gentle smile. “Please, take as much as you’d like.”

“I wasn’t aware I was this well known.” Zakia said as he attempted a humble chuckle. “I know Windy Whistles loved to tell everyone the good news, but to be treated so kindly.”

“Oh, think nothing of it.” The pegasus replied, waiving a hand back and forth. “Here and Cloudsdale, we treat everyone with only the utmost fun and respect for the most part. We do have a few that like to be problematic in our little slice of paradise in the sky.” The pegasus stopped before they found themselves rattling on about something none important.

“But Windy Whistle has been gossiping a whole lot about you. She asked if we could make your time a bit more enjoyable. With how much she’s done for everyone in Cloudsdale, we’d be ashamed not to show a little bit of favoritism to her daughter's stallion-to-be.”

“I shall gladly accept your kindness then. Thank you so much. I don’t want to ever take such kindness for granted.” Zakia said, speaking a little louder as he saw more and more pegasi were listening in on this conversation. “Everyone I’ve met here in Cloudsdale has been nothing but so nice to me since I’ve arrived. I wasn’t expecting such a large community to have such a tight knit family bond. It is truly heartwarming to see the place Dashie came from is such a warm and welcoming place.” His mind was almost frying from trying to process everything. ‘These pegasi…just how much influence does that over energetic mare have?!’

They all looked at this as normal but the sense of unity in cloudsdale and how quickly and clearly they communicated just by gossip alone was terrifying. Looking around, Zakia could see only the smiling faces of these pegasi, as well as the numerous businesses they were running. The clothes shops looked intriguing, a mix of loose looking shirts and pants, with holes for the wings to easily fit in. The food was almost all desserts and treats. And there were numerous displays and furniture that looked like a hybrid of cloud and solid materials. But among the various things he looked at, something that seemed out of place in Cloudsdale.

It looked like a cat; a very pale, gray cat. Though it wasn’t some normal cat either, it was bipedal by what Zakia could tell with just a glimpse. Such a creature wouldn’t be able to walk amongst the clouds here. It was the size of a pony, maybe a little shorter, and more slender frame. Could such a creature even exist or was he seeing things due to the busy nature of the area and the flurry of movement and energy that never seemed to stop in this very busy section of the market? The color of its fur and clothes blended far too well with their surroundings for him to keep track of it. Even as Zakia was trying to get a better look toward this strange cat creature, a sudden tapping on his shoulder took his attention away.

“Hey, Zakia. Rumble and I will be right back.” Scootaloo commented, gesturing to the nearby clothing shop that had a very humble appearance for a storefront among the dozens of others around it. “We gotta grab a few things for later on, so we’ll be back in a few minutes okay?”

“That’s fine.” Zakia replied rather blankly, his thoughts still lingering on what he saw before and less so what Scootaloo had to say. Looking back towards this cat creature, only to see whatever it was, it was already gone. Sighing a little, his eyes looked for wherever it could have gone, but happened to notice a different shop that had a sense of familiarity to it in the strangest and most homely way. This one seemed to have various objects from places beyond Cloudsdale. “I’ll be heading over to that shop in the meantime, meet me here if you can’t find me.”

Nodding and taking off, Scootaloo dragged Rumble off to the clothing store in question. Zakia ventured to this new and strangely welcoming store. Opening the door, he was correct. There were objects, artifacts, relics, and other forms of knick·knacks from not only Cloudsdale, but all over Equestria, and even some things from beyond Equestrian borders. Vases bearing images of large, hairy, two horned creatures seemingly stomping or smashing things. Bronze bowls that held imagery of griffons, and even some tea sets that were set in beautiful patterns.

“A customer? Welcome, welcome!” Shouted the voice of the owner of this shop. Looking to the source of the sound, Zakia saw this was a somewhat short and portly pegasus stallion. He was dressed in a flowing, but worn looking loose shirt and pants. The type of attire one would wear if they spent all their days inside their home. “Welcome to Gustavo Gust’s Emporium! I am Gustavo Gust, and please let me know if anything catches your eyes.”

“I am just browsing for now. You have quite the collection of things from all over, being so close to merchants and trade helps I bet..” Zakia commented, looking more at the various objects. “Though I must admit, I’m not sure where all these things are from. Could you tell me?”

“Of course! A well informed customer is a well paying customer.” Gustavo bellowed, smacking his round belly with a hearty laugh. “Let’s begin with this!” Walking over, he gestured to the vase. “This is a vase made from mud only found in Yakyakistan, a mountainous range far to the north, where the Yaks smash rocks to powder, mix with water, and bake the mud into such beauty displays.”

“Yaks you say?” Zakia asked, raising a curious eyebrow as he looked at the vase. “I didn’t know such a place existed in Equestria.” He then pointed to the bronze bowls. “These are griffon made, correct?”

“You have a good eye, my friend!” Gustavo nodded with a toothy smile, showing off two or three gold teeth. “These are incense bowls made of pure griffon bronze, mined and minted by the banking counsels. A rare find indeed.”

“Interesting.” Zakia nodded along, using this shopkeeper to learn about other cultures. “I’m curious…do you have anything from my homeland?”

“The Zebra lands? Let me see…” Gustavo replied with a curious rub of his stubbled chin. It was clear he hadn’t been asked such a question before. “Well, no disrespect to you, but authentic zebra merchandise is very, very rare. And even the best imitations are hard to come by. But I think I have something you might like.” Moving over to his counter, he rummaged through some things until he pulled out a small box. “Here we are! I found them.” Going back to Zakia, he presented the box. “I got this so long ago, and no one ever asked for these, so I’ve kept them in the back.”

Opening the box, Zakia’s eyes only went wide as he took in what he saw. These were earrings, clearly of zebra origins based on how the metal was etched and ornamented with the most detailed of stripes. As well as this, it attached to small chains to ear cuffs that would clip to the higher part of the ears. But what really set it apart from any other zebra jewelry, was the stone that hung from it. It was a deep, dark blue, as if the most remote and abyssal point of the oceans were collected in a crystalized form. Zakia was speechless, mouth nearly agape from this.

“You like it huh?” Gustavo commented, seeing the look on Zakia’s face. “Well I have no doubts you can tell the quality. That is pure silver, with a flawless sapphire set in. The perfect gift for your fiance, if the rumors I heard were correct.”

“You heard correctly, but respectfully, you’ve made a small error.” Zakia explained, still staring at the earrings. “These are platinum, not silver. And the stone isn’t sapphires, but tanzanite. I’ll be honest, any collector would spend several life savings for such a thing.”

“Then keep it with my blessing.” Gustavo said, showing a moment of seriousness across his face. “Anyone who can tell the quality, and clearly knows the value of such craftsmanship deserves it.”

“Really?! T-thank you!” Zakia exclaimed, handing the box back for Gustavo to wrap it up for him. ‘Maybe Zecora would like these. They’d be perfect for her.’ Once the box was back in his hands, he turned to leave the shop. “Thank you again, I was beyond impressed!”

“It’s no problem, and remember, Gustavo Gust is always looking for more things to sell.” Gustavo cheered as Zakia left the shop. Once the zebra was fully out of both visual and ear shot, the pegasus’ face faded from its friendly salesman to one of someone far more jaded and uncaring. “So that’s the guy?” Looking over to a nearby corner, a faded silhouette, previously hidden from sight, nodded. “He’s got a lot of rough edges, he’s fortunate that lady luck follows him around so closely. But like all things, it will run out.” The silhouette nodded before leaning back, remaining in the dark.

Leaving the shop, Zakia pocketed the small box and gave the marketplace another look around. There was something peaceful, something calming, something…almost village-like. Taking in a deep breath, he felt, even for the briefest of moments, as if he was back home. The sights, the sounds, the sales, and the haggles and barters. It gave him a flickering memory of his time as a young colt, walking through the marketplace. Sniffling a little, he quickly wiped any tear that may have shed in his eye, wanting no one to see such an expression on his face.

“Zakia?” Called the voice of Scootaloo, approaching her master, with Rumble in tow. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Zakia responded, paying with his hands in his pocket. “I happened to find this interesting shop where I picked up something special.”

“Oh? That’s good to hear.” Scootaloo commented, giggling as she could only imagine what her Master had bought. “I found a fun place in the market, come on!” Not giving Zakia a chance to respond, she headed off ahead. With a small sigh, the zebra followed, Rumble all but clinging to his side.

Walking a few blocks, Zakia took in the sights of more shops and stores, but while they walked, he started to notice something about Scootaloo. There was something about her denim short shorts. They were obviously shorter than what was considered “decent” by most Equestrians, but he was certain her string thong wasn’t as visible as it was now. As well as this, the three of them were walking less towards any notable shops, but more towards what appeared to be private locations.

“Scootaloo? I trust you’re doing this for my benefit?” Zakia asked, realizing there were less and less pegasi around. “Or did you want me alone?”

“A little bit of both…Master.” Scootaloo’s words only seemed to trail as she spoke to Zakia, wiggling her round, tight ass to him. “I just needed to get you alone…to show you this!”

Once the mare had brought Zakia and Rumble around a corner and into a clean alleyway, she turned to show what else had been done to her short shorts. The denim had been heavily modified in which her front was all but fully exposed, and her thong was so thin, it was practically useless. Spreading her legs, she waived herself at her master, cooing in pleasure as she wanted to entice Zakia to fuck her. Rumble took a step back from his master, seeing a cocky smirk running across his lips.

Believing he would be in the same position as before, the femboy moved towards the end of the alley, to keep watch, as Zakia approached Scootaloo. The zebra didn’t seem to mind this behavior. Given his new experience with pegasi culture over the past few days, he had come to expect anyone walking by to stop and walk. Zakia was certain no one would try to stop him, but he was in no mood for spectators. To him, Rumble made the right choice, and should be rewarded for such a service; later on.

Zakia wasted no time, pressing his lips against hers as she melted and moaned in his mouth. Scootaloo wrapped her arms around her master’s neck, allowing him to easily lift her up and against the solid cloud wall. With ease, he took his cocks from his pants, angling both at the mare’s holes. Hearts filled Scootaloo’s eyes as she could feel the hard cockheads pressing against her drenched pussy and asshole. Swallowing hard, she cooed as she was begging for it.

“Who’s my impatient slut?” Zakia asked, seeing how the mare trembled from not even the first inch slowly moving its way in her holes. “Who loves being fucked like a whore?”

“I-I-I do…I love being fucked…” Scootaloo moaned in Zakia’s mouth, shivering as she was slowly taking the twin sizes. “Fuck me Master, fuck me like the dirty, cum loving slut I am-aaahh!”

Zakia didn’t let her finish as he rammed his cock in her pussy and ass. Both holes eagerly took in both lengths, down to their halfway point. Her belly bulged as both girths stuffed her body, making her moan out in pleasure, all while she and Zakia continued to make out. Scootaloo’s body was surging with pleasure, the feeling of having her Master’s cocks inside her was only driving her further and further to orgasm.

“Come on Master, fuck me, fuck me!” Scootaloo panted and moaned as she kissed Zakia's lips and neck. She hugged him closer as more and more of his length buried themselves in her. “I want it, I want it. I love your dicks. Please fuck me like you did with Spitfire.”

“I don’t think we have the time for that.” Zakia chuckled, but his eyes only seemed to give off a small glow as his lips curled into a smirk. “But I think this should hold you over for now!”

Adjusting his motions, Zakia rammed himself in Scootaloo, pressing her back even harder against the cloud wall. She moaned out, holding and hugging her Master tighter. She was panting as she felt the hammering, humping motion of both cocks in and out of her pussy and ass. Her bottom holes were being stretched and stuffed by fat, zebra cocks; and she loved every second of it. It was an addiction, she needed to be fucked or she’d go crazy.

“You’re so tight. But so wet…you wanted this, didn’t you?” Zakia commented, smirking as fucked faster and faster, his hips smacking against Scootaloo’s crotch. “You wanted me to fuck you since we left Windy’s house?”

“I did, I just wanted your dicks. I wanted to feel them inside me.” Scootaloo moaned out in pleasure, hugging her Master in a loving embrace. “Please fuck me full. I want your cum, Master!”

“Well, you did show me some good sights. So you should be rewarded.” Zakia groaned, feeling his balls tighten as his cum was bubbling inside him. “So I’ll make sure you’re nice and full. Then I’ll be sure to give you what you deserve.”

Fucking faster and faster, Zakia was set to fill Scootaloo’s body with his cum. His cocks rubbed along her inner folds as her holes were stretched as she moaned over and over again. She wanted it, she needed to feel the thick warmth of her Master inside her. He was close, she could feel it, and she was already soaked in anticipation, wanting to cum right at the point of release. Moaning and panting, she was getting there, so closer…closer, and closer, and closer. Both of them were about to cum.

Scootaloo moaned out, feeling as she was getting just to the point of orgasm, her mind only raced with thoughts; or what could pass as thoughts. Sounds and moans, echos of pleasure raced and surged within her mind. The mare could only savor the feeling of the thick sizes buried deep inside her. She loved the sensation, and it had been so long since she felt her Master inside her like this. As well as the pleasure, a tremor of eagerness and pride coursed through her. Zakia looked so content, so happy, and to be rewarded by him only made Scootaloo feel more and more ecstasy.

‘It feels so good…’ Scootaloo thought, shivering as Zakia continued pumping in and out of her pussy and ass. ‘Master feels so good, he’s rewarding me. I’ve been a good girl…I am a good girl. Please keep fucking me, fuck me like I’m a good girl!’

Rumble couldn’t look away from his Master and Scootaloo fucking like such passionate animals. The way her body shifted and flowed with each motion Zakia made as his cocks hammered in her. It was clear, he was about to cum. Swallowing hard, Rumble felt a tingling spread throughout his own body, but did his best to hold it all in. It wasn’t his place to try and ask for such services from Zakia; at least, that’s what he felt.

“Here it comes, you little slut!” Zakia hissed, fucking as he was ready to blow. “Take all of it!”

Grunting outwards, Zakia rammed as hard and deep as he could. Bottoming out in the mare, her head arched back as she gasped in orgasm. Her wet release sprayed over the stallion, while his cum pumped in her body. Her belly bulged out further than before, looking as though she was full from a several course meal. Holding himself in place for a few moments longer, he let out the last of his spurts in the mare before eventually pulling out.

“There we go. Nice and full.” Zakia commented, slowly lowering Scootaloo to the ground, while is cum soaked cocks slipped from her fucked open holes. Looking over the mess, his eyes looked back to Rumble. Gesturing with a finger, he pointed to his half erect cocks. “Clean up.”

Rumble hesitated for a moment, but the look in Zakia’s eyes were more than enough to cause him to nod and approach his master. The way this strong zebra was looking at him, it was overpowering. Swallowing hard, Rumble wasn’t fully sure what he meant by “Clean up”. Did he want him to wipe the cocks clean with his clothes, or to suck him off? He didn’t dare ask for clarification, it should be obvious what Zakia wanted, even as Rumble continued to doubt his actions.

Once he reached Zakia, Rumble looked up to him with timid eyes. Swallowing hard, he nodded as he dropped to his knees. Reaching out, he grabbed both cocks, feeling the slick, sticky, wet warmth along his fingers. Taking a moment, he positioned them to be closer. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth and took in the first cock. Sucking it as he slid it along the inside of his mouth, Rumble couldn’t help but moan a muffled sound as he bobbed his head up and down.

Zakia said nothing, only staring down as the femboy sucked him off. Despite his timid demeanor, this twink was surprisingly assertive with his oral worship. Rumble only continued to do what he believed his Master had ordered. The femboy continued to suck and move his mouth over the cock, deepthroating for a moment to reach as far as he could, only to then slowly pull himself off the cock. The results were very impressive. Despite not being able to get the full length down his throat, Rumble managed to clean almost the entire size.

“Impressive.” Zakia complimented, but then pointed to the other one. “But you still have the other to do.” Rumble only cooed, sucking down the other cock to clean it. The zebra smirked. “You like that, don’t you? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes…” Rumble said, though this came more as his muffled, moaning sounds as he sucked and bobbed his head. “A-am I doing good?”

“After doing doing so well today, I believe you deserved to have a little taste, a fitting reward for your services.” Zakia commented, smirking down at Rumble. The femboy continued to clean off his Master, letting the zebra savor the feeling. “But you will need to clean me off quickly. Once Scootaloo recovers, we’ll have to continue our little outting. But don’t worry, someday, I’ll give you a much more proper fucking. Just like her.” Rumble seemed cheerful by these words, doubling his efforts as he sucked off and cleaned the zebra’s cock. ‘He’s not bad. But needs to work on this hesitation of his. But that’s for another time.’

Once more, Zakia sat in front of a large desk littered with various dossiers and intel he had to review. And was becoming more and more overwhelmed with how every week that passed, more seemed to pile up. What choice did he have? He had to manage this all; it was expected of him, or so he believed.

“Goddess, give me strength, so I can vanquish the foul beast before me.” Zakia grumbled as he began reviewing the reports of the last few weeks. He had to be more thorough than ever after realizing just how badly things had been handled with Cloudsdale.

The following weeks after Zakia’s return from Cloudsdale had become busier than ever, though extremely beneficial for the Siri. It did not come without criticism from within the Siri and self-reflection of his own actions. Zakia had to improve the way he handled things. He had realized how little control he actually had compared to what he believed he had.

Windy Whistle showed him this more than anything during his stay in Cloudsdale and was still showing her influence over Cloudsdale. Not to mention how little the Siri themselves knew about the city in the sky. Cloudsdale was not just some small town or a quant city in the sky. No, Cloudsdale was big enough to contend with the likes of Manehattan. It reminded him of icebergs that showed only a fragment of its real vastness. Cloudsdale was obscured by the very clouds it rested both on and in. It was frightening if Zakia was honest with himself and it was a shared feeling among The Siri as well.

During this time, he had received reports from those within his ranks and even some from his teacher. His teacher was not someone he expected to get such a report on. It told him one thing though… His teacher was still very much aware of his activities. Regardless of this, Zakia knew his teacher was not one to cut corners or leave things subpar when they could be done better. The report clarified that the presence of Celestia’s influence was not only all but none existent. Which was baffling to The Siri leader, it sparked many conversations among the higher echelons of The Siri. Some question even the validity of the report and once it was confirmed, most were left baffled by this. Celestia has always had such an iron grip on most of the known world. Yet a place so close to her own home was abandoned as far as they were aware.

But the good news came to follow it all had settled down, with the influence that Windy Whistle held over the populace. Zakia was pleased to learn she had not yet realized the social power she held, which was also a great surprise. To the blue mature mare, her actions and words were never done with ill intent or seeking power to control others. He had doubts at first, with how she handled the guards the first time he had met her. During his time in Cloudsdale. Zakia had learned many things about the culture of the city and found that it shared many of the same values that The Siri held. Sex was not something to be shied from or treated as something oh so scared. It was casual and open.

The drug he was previously believed to have had a major impact on the city had anything but an impact on the residents of Cloudsdale. It had resulted in many being just a lot more sexually active, but that’s it. Zecora gripped at a small trinket that Zakia had brought her from his little adventure to Cloudsdale and she’d be lying if it wasn’t effective at keeping her anger at bay when it reminded her so much of the home she yearned to see again after this was all over.

Making her way to a large room that acted as both a study and a record archive, Zecora was greeted with the sight of her other half, slumped in his chair, snoring, as a dozen different folders from what she count at a quick glance were open, The most notable one that caught her eye was one about new building space being got in Cloudsdale. Though that didn’t matter to her at this moment, Zakia had many exceptional qualities, but he had a few flaws that were becoming a detriment to his own wellbeing and despite having attempted to address them. It seemed they were still falling on deaf ears.

He kept trying to do so much on his own and still had time to indulge himself in either her own body or another’s. It was becoming a growing concern among those that followed Zakia’s well-being closely. He was just too ox-headed to ask for help. He had to do so much on his own out of some self-imposed expectation he set for himself that went far beyond what his people expected of him.

“Why is it so hard for you to ask for help?” Zecora thought to herself as she brought up a chair behind Zakia’s own and her hands glowed a soft lime like green glow once again and caressed his collarbones, her magic seeping into the tense muscles in Zakia’s body. Zakia’s head had no longer slumped forward but was raised, his eyes closed still as he took a deep breath that was relaxed. His hand reached to grasp at one of her working hands before gripping it somewhat tightly. Shaking it gently in his hand before letting it go and letting her proceed forward once more.

“Doing so much on your own again? We talked about this, have we not? Why not ask for help with so much to do?” Zecora asked, Zakia giving no response, as he knew this conversation all too well.

”Because I can’t afford to do any less. I should do more than I am now.” Zakia said, as he felt a firm grip on his shoulders that displayed Zecora’s disapproval with his words.

“Is that so… and if I disagree?” Zecora asked. This was a loaded question, and they both knew it. Zakia didn’t respond, but he let out a deep and exasperated sigh. ‘Zecora, please, not today. Please, not today, my love. We both know how this is gonna end.“ Zakia muttered in his own mind,

“Nothing to say?” Zecora dug in with her words.

The silence that followed spoke louder than any words between the two. “I’ll be stationing several work aids again…You are not to dismiss them. If I have to reach out to Ishtar, I will.” Zakia flinched at her words but still silenced prevailed from the Siri Leader. He knew this was a battle he’d lose if he spoke up and silence reigned supreme.

‘I pray I don’t have to, but you are not leaving me much choice anymore, my other half. I hope you can forgive me for doing so if that time comes, Zecora thought to herself, but what else could see do at this point?

Chapter 01: Terrors of the Past

The sharp passing of sound was all that was heard as the flock of Griffins flew in a closed diamond formation around the blue Pegasus, Rainbow Dash. Returning from a mission where her presence was required. Unfortunately though their planned return route was hindered by a rogue thunderstorm that spanned the area. This thunderstorm left the ground below covered in an abnormally dark , mimicking the night though lacking a moon the constant dancing of lighting striking the area below followed by a drum like beat of thunder. Pausing only for a moment and coming back twice as loud, causing the trees and ground below to quake from the vibrations.

"Of course, because things were just going to be good before." Ethos, a brown and white spotted griffon complained in frustration at the current predicament. “Something had to happen."

Pinching the bridge of his beak. He had to make a call, they can't wait for a rogue storm to pass by. Going through it was a fool's errand, going under it was just as bad. Flying over it was an option but it came with risks as well. Flying over pure storms with no sight of a landmark could be dangerous and it could result in them unintentionally veering off course. Though that was the only current and viable option, they'd take it slower to keep themselves oriented and avoid as little deviation as possible.

"We are going above, keep in a loose formation." Ordered Ethos, taking the safest option they had. The rest of the flock followed their captain's orders. Even Rainbow, who made a fuss about just about anything it seemed like. The only way that seemed to work was stuffing something in her mouth for a prolonged period of time. Though the silence was nice, it was also concerning. "Why is that blue whore so quiet?" Turning his head and checking on Rainbow Dash behind him.

A blank stare backed by a pair of glossy and almost reflective looking eyes looked back. Her dead stare made him extremely anxious. Ethos was gonna halt the flock to check on her, something was wrong. The attempt to form words was cut before even the first syllable as a strange strike of lighting, inverting up shot up. It missed everyone but by the time those that witnessed the flash had recovered from the blinding light. Rainbow Dash was seen diving into the thunderstorm below them.

“Catch her!” Ethos roared in frustration, his orders seemed to beckon the following flashes of lighting and the thunderous boom from within the dark cloud. “We can’t lose her again!”

A flurry of blurred figures zipped past Ethos, ruffling his feathers in the process as they chased with blistering speed. A crack ripped through the cloud with an all too familiar sound. The sound of mother nature itself, as it struck one of the pursers. The smoldering and charred figure dropped down, their descent trying a few more strikes of lighting that all but disintegrated the fallen Siri agent. Though they had the numbers at first, it was quickly becoming more than they could bear.

“Damn it, this stupid pony. Why couldn’t she just be happy with getting dicked and being passed around like a whore? Not making my job difficult with her stupid antics.” Ethos complained within the confines of his own mind. “For now, we need to catch her before we all die from this unwelcomed storm.” Ethos’s eyes darted around in his own skull as he tried to keep track of the blue blur that bounced around the insides of the thunderstorm. The strikes of lighting were getting more and more frequent. While Rainbow Dash had become more erratic at an equally frequent pace. Another debilitating boom of thunderous power echoed, causing Ethos to recoil in pain. Resulting him losing track of her. “Damn it all to Tartarus!”

Faster! Catch it! Those words echoed in her head with a great feroticity. Her body was moving on her own and the only things going through Rainbow Dash’s mind. Faster. Faster.. Faster… Catch it! The world outside these words didn't exist to her anymore, not with this powerful calling that grabbed at her very core. With every few seconds of trying to ‘catch it’ she’d feel a surge of energy overload her entire body. It felt like her veins had been injected with the very flames of the sun for all but a moment, but the following high of power coursed from her hooves wings. All the while her pursuers in their desperate attempts had ended up fending for themselves as they could not catch her, her speed in flight was so much greater than solid ground.

The desperate evasions of lighting strikes that seemed almost targeted but clearly unnatural. Ethos was able to follow Rainbow Dashes movements to a certain extent but she was becoming faster in time. Though what happened as she got faster, made him pause in question. Wondering what was going on and how is that possible. The lighting itself had taken on many different colors with every strike. It was like the lighting had become a prism and every flash of lighting was a tidal of brilliance as it lit up the thunderstorm.

“How in th-'' Unable to finish his own words, Ethos was on his way to meeting his end as something struck him from behind. It was like stained glass passing by him in a heartbeat. Struck by the prismatic lighting. He wasn't dead, but it left him alive, but just barely as he tried to flap his wings to try and lessen the impact and maybe survive. “Oh, shit, shit!”

Seeing the sight of his own shared wings spinning and flailing about above him during his free fall to the ground. He knew he was gonna die, knowing this, he had one thing he needed to do. Making an attempt for a pouch attached to his belt, he went to open it and found he no longer had the digits to open his pouch, his thumb. Reaching up with his other hand. It would not move at all, the corner of his eye he saw his arm was lost a bit past his elbow.
Before hitting the ground a piercing sound seemed to vibrate and changed the trajectory of his fall. Causing his battered and broken form to crash into the ground. A toe curling snap echoed upon impact, but he felt nothing. How was he alive? He didn't know, all he saw before he was taken by his injuries was a blue figure leaned up against a monolith like structure. That seemed to mimic the storm itself before fizzling out.

“Looks like I'm not even gonna be able to do that… am I?” Ethos said to himself, his tone filled with sadness. Broken, mangled and disfigured, he was at death's door. Closing his eyes, he was ready for the impact, his fading mind showing him the sight of his hatchling one last time. He regretted having to leave her alone like this. “Fuck!” With no strength left, Ethos to.. Fizzled out.

‘An Ark Stone being activated?!’ Princess Celestia thought to herself, her eyes darting about as she could feel something; something powerful. Something she had not felt in a long time. It sent a shiver down her spine as such a feeling recalled long withheld memories. ‘Being able to activate such a thing was a task in itself. How could someone amass the energy to activate one and I hear nothing about it.’ Her mind was focused on trying to figure out how but stopped from pondering it further and instead opted to check it out for herself.

Celestia who was in the middle of a discussion with the nobles in Canterlot, regarding the large influx imported of forgien goods. While each noble tried to bring the other down a peg so their own position could be risen. This snake pit of self-serving and greed driven ponies were left confused as Celestia got up. Her eyes blazed with an intimidating intensity as living flames that started to encase the princess. Her attire turning to ash. The room got noticeably hotter as she strutted to a wall. Placing her hand on the wall despite being stone, had turned to ash just the same as her outfit from before.

“We will continue this discussion another time.” Celestia commented, turning her head back towards the others. “Something of greater importance has come up.”

Turning her attention forward. The heat in the room seemed to vanish, as it was all drawing to Celestia. The room now gave off a cold sensation no warmer than a freshly frozen ice cube. Then in a sudden burst she became fully engulfed in flames itself, the living pony of fire had and shot off from her personing like a red shooting star. To any onlooker, it would look like a shooting star, or a streak of searing flames was tearing across the sky. Though it would’ve been easier for her to use some long range teleportation spell, Celestia was not in the right frame of mind for such complicated spells.

“Tsk, Pathetic.” Hissed out slightly by a large ebony figure. Stepping around the body was the Changeling Queen herself, the being referred to as Chrysalis. “Killed by nothing more than some lightning? Such a weak creature. Oh well, food is food.”

Her foot pushed the head of one of the deceased Siri, for a bit before crushing said agent’s windpipe. Her heel shifted into a blade as she pressed down. Severing the head from its body. Chrysalis’ lower jaw deformed and opened up like the mandibles of an otherworldly insectoid being, before latching on to the head. The sound of sizzling and hissing could be heard as a black tar like acid consumed the head before it vanished.

“So that’s what's going on. Foolish little hatchlings, having strayed too far from the nest and too irresponsible for the role they were given.” Chrysalis said to herself, clicking her tongue as she made her disappointment very clear. As she took in this piece of what was a Siri agent, she drank of his memories. “What kind of leader lets their slaves run free like this?” Her mind became sharper as new plans swirled about. “Regardless, I can make use of your blunders.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she linked with her hive in the area. All at once, her mind became filled with the chirping, clicking, and chattering of her hive. A hereditary trait only a Queen such as herself could command. Shifting from one thought to another, Chrysalis collected the attention of every drone she was linked to. To an onlooker, it would appear as if she had simply stood still in quiet contemplation, but in truth, she was staring into the endless eyes of her kingdom, like twinkling, hungry stars.

“I need the five best reconnaissance drones in this swarm front and center.” Chrysalis spoke,the order echoing through the ranks. Within moments, five Changelings arrived before her, already kneeling. “You five, assimilate yourself within their ranks and act accordingly. You have several others already in their ranks, so link up with them and do as you’re told. I’m severing the link now, do not fail me.” She stated, her words holding true.

Those five drones having their link to the hive severed, it was a strange experience but Chrysalis knew about these types of things. There's always someone with magic that could expose the link. The buzzing of large incestoid-like wings could be heard for a moment as it stopped in front of the Changeling Queen. It was a thin and tall Changeling, walking on four legs with a torso normally expected of bi-pedal creatures. A type of centaur like changeling with the qualities of a Pray Mantis. He was also a champion ranked Changeling, one that served the Queen as her sword and sword. Grated more free will compared to their lower ranked brethren. So unlike most, in the hive they could truly think for themselves.

“My Queen, we have inspected the source of the magic influx. This one wishes to share what they know with the queen.” The Mantis changeling said, lowering its head. “This one believes it is urgent that the queen sees what we see with haste. A stone of magic, a stone of lighting.”

Chrysalis could always see what she wanted from her hive's memories due to their connection but there were times when a changeling would offer information more directly. It was a way to share things clearly and fully in a short amount of time. Chrysalis didn't move but she extended her hand and touched the hard chitin shell of the changeling. Chrysalis' expression changed into one of concern but also excitement. Upon learning what her hive had found.

“Quickly, you must take that stone and take it someplace.” Chrysalis said the Mantis Changedlings looked confused for a moment, he did not question his queen but he was curious. “Someplace safe, you have only a little bit of time before that bitch arrives.”

“My queen?” The mantis-like changeling asked, tilting its head slightly. “Do you know what it is?” Chrysalis was silent for a moment, causing the Mantis to become concerned that he had overstepped himself. “I beg forgi-”

“I do, as for what it is. I can indulge your curiosity later.” Chrysalis silenced her soldier and said. “Just know that that foul Bitch has eradicated hives for less and is the same thing that Celesita killed my great grandmother over.”

“Queen Pupa.” The Mantis Changeling whispered out of sadness. A creeping rage started to swell within the Changeling. That foul pony, that monster, that fiery incarnate of death itself… It needed to die! “We must-” His growing rage was visible to Chrysalis.

“Calm yourself, acting rashly will do nothing but harm the hive.” Chrysalis commanded, silencing the changeling again. “Now do as you’re told. You’ve wasted too much time already.”

The Matis Changeling anger dispersed in a flash and listened to his queen's wise words and guidance. She truly was a wise queen in his eyes. With not a moment to waste longer, the changelings' wings beat like a thousand drums as a shrill cry was heard and a swarm of black blotted out the sky. Heading to the location of impact, the swarm was on the move. Given what she had learned, and what seems to be coming, Chrysalis wanted to keep herself a step ahead of all rivals.

“Hmm, if that bitch Celestia is as impulsive and paranoid as my mother had made her out to be.” Chrysalis said to herself in quiet contemplation. “Then this would also be a good time to strike a blow to their traitorous Larva.” She smirked to herself before sending a message out to her hive once more.

Having arrived at the place of impact, Celestia hovered over the area, taking a moment to feel the last residue of lingering energies. But when she arrived, she found nothing of real value much to her dismay and gradually dropping calm and collective nature. Slowly being replaced with dread and fear. She couldn’t see or sense the Ark Stone anywhere. Someone or something had already moved it. Panic was visible in her face as she quickly lowered herself closer to the ground and what she believed was the ground zero of the stone that activated. Though she hadn’t dared to hope, part of her wished this was not as bad as it seemed, but she was wrong.

“No no no. This isn’t good.” She couldn’t allow this to happen again. She couldn’t allow anyone to use them against her again. Kneeling down onto the ground, placing just her finger tips onto the soil. She pulsed a large amount of magic through the ground that burrowed through the area. It was similar to a bat pony and echo location. If there was any major magical source in the area. It would bounce back on her, even if it was off now. It was still freshly used. Her mind begged for it to be here still, the consuming fear brought in that desperate hope that the stone was underground.

But nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even the lingering traces of its activation. It was in fact gone. “This can't be happening again.”

A fear was starting to well up inside her at this realization. There wasn't a lot that could hurt her, there was a lot less she couldn’t hurt. The Ark Stones were one of those things that could power something strong to stop her. Mixed with the fact Ark Stones could last hundreds of years when properly activated with a near infinite supply of magic that is constantly being recycled. If someone made a big enough splash and she couldn't bypass whatever defense they would attach it to. Then it would give rise to others that only served her out of fear and not loyalty. Seeing her power was not omnipotent anymore would only result in another uprising. She rattled her brain at who would have the know-how or even the power to do this. The beings are both mortal and otherwise were few and she knew everyone of them.

“Damn it, How did something survive from the foul era in time? No one should have those, no one..” Celestia said to herself out loud, her voice lingering with each word as each word was said with a vicarious tone. she was clearly growing more and more frustrated as the creeping fear slowly changed to a seething rage as her mind lingered on it. “Fucking…damn it!”

Celestia was doing everything she could to remain calm but the searing hiss, mixed with recent events with that damn tree. The recent movements of both Changedlings and Changelings as the two squabble over hives that caused a great deal of headaches for her. Mixed with her students' unwillingness to share her latest magic, and now this situation. Her mental state was already fragile as is and it was cracking as she felt more and more of her rage burst from her veins and shrouded herself in fire once more.

Like a toddler in a spiraling tantrum. Celestia lashed out, striking a nearby stone. The torrent of a hellish inferno escaped from her fist as it made impact. Everything was set ablaze with the magically infused fire. It looked like somehow had set the world on fire for anyone looking at the now five mile radius being scorched earth as little remained. But the stone… it remained no different than if she had not hit at at all. Her mind was blank for a moment as she looked at the stone before her eyes narrowed and poised herself to get away but it was too late.

“Amicus” thought to Celestia, she knew what was to come next. A question among many she had. Many of which would likely go unanswered for the foreseeable future.

“That’s how they hid the Ark Stone… How long have they had it? What have they learned? How did they even get enough Amicus to encase it.” Celestia asked herself, her knuckles burned as they bled from her rage. These types of questions haunted her mind now. Her sense of paranoia is now at an all time high but she still needed to get away. ‘Thoughts for another time.’ Celesita thought to herself, trying to regain some composure.

Feeling her body get weaker, the magic in her body feeling ‘lighter’. Celestia attempted to quickly retreat back from the Amicus as it started vibrating. The white mare tried to move away from it as quickly as she could, an attempt to push away by forcing make through her legs and feet… but no magic flowed through her marble white like flank or hooves.. Only now noticing the very ground and area around her was littered with the Amicus. “Foul stones from an age best forgotten!” Celestia bellowed in disgust, cursing these stones from an empire she was all too fond of having destroyed. In this growing rage Celestia’s thoughts were becoming muddled sight was swirling in a nauseating display.

“Damn it all to Tatarus.” Celestia muttered before collapsing onto the ground with a prominent thud. “I will not see them return!” She wanted to move, but couldn’t, the stone and its terrifying effects on magic only brought more of a sense of emptiness and dread.

As black of unconsciousness took hold, Celestia could only remember it. The pain, the torment, and the humiliation. She, or rather she when she was of a younger age, coming into her own as a young adult, a unicorn fresh and recently gifted by her master, a member of the Siri Nobility, a boorish Lord who took delight in making both Celestia and her half sister, the batmare, Luna. But now, they had a new master to obey. They were to be gifted to the Emperor, an attempt to earn favor with him by this Noble Lord. This was in vain, the Empire cared only for merit and skill, not favoritism. But the exchange was made regardless, but it was not to be what even Celestia feared.

The eldest son of the Emperor, a cruel and sadistic tyrant of a Zebra, using his own personal guards, intercepted them, bringing them to his own private chambers. For whatever cruel reason the son had devised, the sisters were brought to him separately. Whether by cruelty or interest, the son took Luna first, much to Celestia’s dismay and anger, a rebellious feature that gave more than a few guards bruises and other minor injuries. Though she was not to be touched, the son wanted her pristine, and he seemed to find her feistiness appealing; much to Celestia’s utter disgust. After a few short hours of waiting, it was now her turn. Being escorted through the well maintained and decorated halls, the massive stained glass windows showing the Empire’s conquest of all the surrounding lands. Ponies, among some other races being chased, beaten, and later “enlightened” by the Empire.

Celestia hated all of it, but she was powerless to fight, anything further than what was taken as some childish struggle that the zebras seemed to take delight in “playing” with. As she walked, the unicorn to be served to this cruel son of the Emperor, her delicate and curvaceous body was wrapped in soft silk, as well as adorned with decorative chains made of the purity gold. For a moment, she considered what was more expensive, the price paid for her, or the outfit she wore. As she walked besides the guards, it seemed the two sent to retrieve her gave no care about gossiping in her presence. And why would they have such things? She was a toy, the new pet of the Emperor, whatever they could say would mean nothing to her. Or so they believed.

“It seems the royal son is in one of his moods again.” One guard said, though only quiet enough that he believed only the other guard could hear, but Celestia was quietly listening. “Apparently, he was spoken down to by the Advisor, again.”

“Advisor Rain Shine is a strong kirin after all, she alone among her kind has earned the Emperor’s respect.” The other guard replied with a small chuckle, showing more amusement in the news than the other. “The son, as clever as he is, is not as wise as his father. But it is not my place to tell him what is right.”

“Agreed, I for one, value my place in the Empire.” The first guard said, showing a somewhat underhanded mentality. “I spent far too much time earning my place here, I don’t plan to lose it.”

“That said, do you think he’ll take it out on these two?” The guard asked, gesturing not so subtly at Celestia, the mare remaining silent. “Almost makes me feel sorry for them.”

“If he does to this one, what he did to the first mare, maybe you should.” The guard said, a little more serious in tone than before. He then shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. “But, better a slave than us.”

Upon reaching the door, the guards only nodded, opening the door for the new guest. Within, Celestia’s eyes met with the son of the Emperor. As she expected, even bare and nude, his dreadlocked mane had clasps and beads of silver and gold. His eyes gleamed with a light rivaling that of the many piercings that adorn his eyebrows, ears, lip, nose, and along his wicked and elongated tongue. To the citizens, or Siri, of the Empire, he was a symbol of what the future held. But to a slave like her, to the real majority of the Empire, he was a monster, a striped demon in the guise of some zebra prince.

But it was what the prince was doing that brought a shocked and horrified stare to Celestia’s face. Luna, the batmare, her younger half-sister, her limp and frail body still twitching as the zebra prince’s cock was not only still buried in her stuffed pussy. But it was the look on her face that made the unicorn’s blood freeze in her veins, followed by a burning hatred to spark in her soul. Luna’s expression was truly broken, eyes rolled back as she twitched with each release of the prince’s thick size. Even from this distance, Celestia could smell the zebra’s musk so much, she could taste it on the tip of her tongue; she was disgusted.

Amidst her disgust, she felt a great sorrow, or rather a fear for Luna’s wellbeing. Not only the look of pain and pleasure that was smeared across her face, but the horrific markings that now adorn her. Though their previous master, the minor lord that he was, seemed to value Celestia and Luna’s natural looks and bodies, the Prince showed now care. Already, her sister’s ears had a few gold and silver piercings, and her mane was a complete, ragged mess, matted in places where the zebra had come on her. If not for the faint sound of moans and coos escaping her, Celestia would’ve believed there was nothing left of her sister, save for the faint bodily twitches across her small, but rounded belly. The Prince had wasted no time in defiling her beloved Luna, and now, it was her turn.

“My Prince.” One of the guards said with a low bow, dropping to one knee as the other followed suit. “We have brought you the elder of the mares you have ordered.”

“Excellent, and just in time too.” The Prince said, his smirking lips and devilish eyes seemed to pierce Celestia’s being as he looked on at her. “I was just finishing up with this one.” Gesturing with one hand, his beckoned a guard to approach. "Clean her up, I do not want my father discovering anything."

"Yes, my Prince." The guard said, rising up as he approached the zebra and Luna. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."

"I did." The Prince replied, taking joy in the guard lifting Luna off his dick, her moans only caused his shaft to twitch a little more before she was lifted off her. Content with this, he turned his gaze over to Celestia. "Now then." Snapping his fingers, he pointed to his soaked cock and balls. "Clean up."

"What?!" Celestia said with the hate filled venom in her words. "You can't be-"

"Maybe your last master didn't educate you properly." The Prince said, interrupting the mare's words. "But you belong to me, and when I say clean up, you clean up." Celestia hesitated, which only seemed to bring out a sneering expression. "Perhaps you need to better learn your place."

Standing up, one guard shuttered as he saw the Prince slowly walk towards Celestia. Even the unicorn could feel it, an overwhelming presence that echoed from this zebra. Was this something known only to the royal family? Regardless, Celestia could feel her body getting weaker with each step the Prince took towards her. Not only that, but the strength of his musk was becoming stronger. It was like her body was being heated up by the masucline aura that radiated from his body.

“I will need to properly educate you.” The Prince stated, extending out a hand towards Celestia. It was so fast, within the instant it took her to blink, the zebra had his hand on her throat. “Lesson one…your place.”

Squeezing her neck a little, the Prince stared as Celestia tried to struggle, but her body was unresponsive, even in this panicked state. It was as if her very being was more afraid of moving than dying. As for the zebra, he only stared on, his expression outwardly showing almost no emotion, and yet subtly, his eyes held a sadistic pleasure. Lifting her a little higher, Celestia’s legs dangled slightly off the floor before the Prince jerked his arm, throwing the mare towards the bed. Her body struck hard against the soft cushion, making her gasp as the air escaped her lung.

The Prince remained silent, reaching Celestia before she had a chance to react to him. It was apparent just how strong he was compared to her. Her body hesitated to fight back, only laying on the bed as the larger zebra stared down at her. But it wasn’t just the intense glare of his eyes, but his cock, now rising back to full arousal, throbbed as he planned out his next move. Celestia’s body, while still craving resistance, couldn’t deny that she was feeling more and more heated, her nipples twitching hard while her pussy was getting wetter.

“Looks like you’re starting to learn.” The Prince commented, taking a whiff of air, smelling the faint arousal that was coming from the scared mare. “But it’s not enough, you have to be taught obedience.”

Leaning over her, the Prince grabbed at Celestia’s legs, pulling her closer towards the edge of the bed. Though she continued to fight back, flailing her legs as best as she could, the unicorn was no match for the Prince. Smirking a playful expression, he only seemed to relish the sight of his prey. Celestia continued some attempt to fight back, but her body wasn’t responding, even as the Prince spread her legs, giving him an unrestricted view of her pussy.

“Normally, I give the good whores a warm up, something to look forward to.” The Prince commented, his voice holding no shreds of mercy or care. “But because you’ve gone and made me work for this, I’m gonna take you as is.”

Celestia was given less than a moment to react as the thick size was pressed against her pussy. Tensing up, her body stiffened as she stared down. She had been forced to take the dicks of many zebras, especially her previous master, but this Prince, he was more than twice as thick, the length brought a shiver of fear down her spine. He only took one breath of air before thrusting forward. Celestia gasped out as the larger zebra bottomed out in her pussy, causing a noticeable belly bulge as his throbbing cock filled her pussy. The blunt, hard cockhead didn’t press against her cervix, but forced its way in.

“There we go, good and tight.” The Prince commented, his tone echoing some of apathetic voice as he continued pounding away at Celestia’s pussy. But despite his efforts, there seemed to be something about this mare that remained resistant. “Looks like you have some fight in you…good…good…” He then glanced over to Luna, smirking. “Maybe you’ll last longer than the other whore.”

Reluctantly, Celestia turned her gaze over to her sister, only to become wide eyed in horror. Luna, her darling, younger sister, getting cleaned by the zebra guards, was panting, moaning, and feverishly masturbating like a heat stricken animal. Her eyes darted between each guard, as if she was pondering the best way to get fucked full by them. And while these guards normally wouldn’t say no to such an easy slut, they feared the Prince more than they lusted after Luna. So instead, they focused on cleaning her off.

“See that, bitch?” The Prince asked, looking back to Celestia. “All I had to do was show her my cock and she begged for it.” Grabbing at her throat, he leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. His words were like a painful venom poisoning her thoughts. “And that will be your fate.”

While her mind still resisted, a spark of hate burned within her being, Celestia’s body was far too weak, unable to fight as the Prince continued to fuck her body; taking great delight in seeing her eyes quiver with hate and fear. It was an addiction, to break such a mare was a delight, a treat for him to enjoy. Luna was far too easy, a mare seemingly born to be a cocksleeve, but Celestia, she had some skills in the body, but her mind was an alluring spice that whetted the Prince’s appetite.

“Alright, enough foreplay.” The Princess said, smiling down at Celestia with a wicked grin. Adjusting his grips to her hips, his speed picked up, bottoming out with each hard motion in and out of her pussy. “There we go, now to see if you’re worth my time.”

Celestia was helpless, unable to fight as the Prince fucked into her with utter disregard for her well being. Her body was nothing more than a toy for him, a thing to be pleased with, and yet he seemed bored. It was like he wasn’t fucking her to gain any satisfaction from her pussy, but more so to show off how much larger and stronger he was compared to her. His dick continued to rub in and out of her pussy, making sure to stretch every inch of her, the mare felt her body become more and more engulfed in a flaming passion. Though she still felt hatred in her mind and heart, her body, which had taken years of such treatments, was already submitting to this Prince.

“There we go, looks like part of you understands.” The Prince sneered, somehow or rather seemingly knowing what Celestia was thinking. “I think that earns something.” Grabbing at her throat tighter, he squeezed as he fucked harder and harder, making the mare’s tits bounce madly with each motion. “Now, my new whore…let’s see if you can make me cum before you pass out!”

Celestia’ heart was pounding, blood racing through her veins as she felt the air leaving her body. The Prince was nothing short of barbaric in this treatment. For a moment, she felt like she was going to die, her eyes looking towards Luna, who was now feverishly masturbating as she moaned like some loose whore. Her eyes were looking at her not in longing, but in envy. Her darling younger sister wanted to be choked while fucked by the Prince. This was too much for Celestia, her will still remained rebellious, but her body was too weak to endure much longer. Thankfully, the zebra brute seemed close to cumming, and yet he didn’t show signs of slowing down.

The Prince’s shaft swelled within, stretching Celestia’s now sensitive and sore pussy wider. The blunt head had already forced its way into her womb, pushing against it as if he was trying to fuck right into her overies. Sighing a little, the sinister royal zebra only continued to stare down at the mare, his eyes gleaming with conquest and yet boredom. As his balls tightened against his body, his dick was ready to release himself. But as if decided at the last moment, he chose to pull his cock out of Celestia’s pussy. The sudden lack of stuffing caused her body to twitch violently, only to be halted by the feeling of the zebra’s hot load splattering across her tits and belly.

“That’s good enough for now.” The Prince said, letting out a few more ropes of his cum across Celestia’s face, caring little if she was even still awake. Looking over to the guards and Luna, he gestured with his hand. “Clean this bitch up. And you, my little slut. Clean off my dick, I want it good and clean when I break your ass all night.”

“Ohh yes, yes please!” Luna said, her words echoing want and joy. Celestia’s mind was slipping, all was fading to black, and as the embrace of unconsciousness took her, the last thing she heard was. “I want your fat, zebra cock in my sloppy whore cunt!”

“NO!” shrieked Celestia, waking up in a cold sweat as her heart was banging in her chest like a drum trying to get out. She curled up, in the most vulnerable position that she felt ‘safe’ in as she wept, the memories of her past haunting her even after eons… what he did to her…what he did to her sister…everything about it was one day after another of a hellscape with a pretty view of the city. Celestia raised her head from behind her knees, looking up. Blinded by the light source that illuminated the area over her. It was a black iron like facet, she couldn’t tell nor did she care. Taking a deep breath she let out a deep and beaten down breath of exhaustion. A loosely tangible creature approached the Goddess of the Sun. It’s unnatural movements making it hard to follow. Though its presence was not missed by Celestia.

“What happened, Wisp?” Celestia asked, her voice cracking for a moment before it returned to some attempt of a regal splendor. “Report.”

“We’ve moved the Amicus to the warehouse with the other Amicus.” Wisp said, his ethereal like state shifting around her like it was examining her and Wisp very much was. Getting close and far at random intervals, the one called Wisp was clearly anxious. Even if his own form was loose and undefinable, it was as clear as the day. “We are unaware of what happened and we request to be informed what caused your majesty to bore open a hole in the castle and fly like a comet through the sky.”

“An Ark Stone activated. By the time I arrived it was gone. Someone activated it and turned it, moving it before I arrived…” Celestia said as her tears she shed or had stained her face started to ignite before quickly flickering out. “They…knew I was coming.”

“We had made the assumption that it might be one due to the volume of Amicus confiscated.” Wisp said being still for the first time. “We also found several burnt corpses of what looked to be Changedlings but their chitan is far more durable than others. We suspect they have gone through another evolutionary state.”

“Do they need to be culled?” Celestia asked, her calm and regal demeanor now fully returning to her as she gathered herself. “Perhaps letting that parasite survive was a mistake.”

“We do not believe so, their actions don’t match what we’ve gathered on them recently. One theory is that they are a small group that left the hive.” Wisp stated, his undefined figure forming a face for a moment before making a bowing motion that seemed to display shame. Wisp did feel shame, they had learned so little when they needed so much more. “Though we cannot rule them out, we will investigate further.”

“Who else outside yourself has seen me since I collapsed?” Celestia asked, her voice was like a razor at one's throat. “I will have every name and face before me.”

“Myself, and the five fingers of god.” Wisp said in a somewhat fearful tone. The Princess’ expression seemed to calm at this answer. “We alone found you and secured you, my Princess.”

“Why?” Celestia asked, though Wisp seemed taken aback by the alicorn’s question. “Why only you and them?”

“Because nothing good would come from seeing our Goddess in such an, forgive me for saying this but ‘pathetic state’. I deemed it appropriate to hide how bad things were from others for the first time in almost two eons.” Wisp state, floating behind her and the once black walls became slowly bright and bright before the shape of an Ark Stone active behind her was having its power funneled into her. “You were left in a state were a wandering diamond dog could have killed you. To stabilize your magic, we lost a great many black suns due to your overwhelming power needing an equally powerful igniter.”

“I…I see…” Celestia commented, remaining silent as she heard his words, “pathetic state”. When was she not in such a state? She honestly wasn't sure anymore, whatever she did these last few hundred years felt like a wasted effort. But as she pondered, she gave a sidelong glance. “Is that the only reason?”

“No.” Wisp stated flatly. His humbling and submissive presence changed to one that felt cold and judgemental. “It’s because this isn't the first time you’ve flown off in such a manner. The last time this happened, you found yourself in a similar state. You’re lucky it wasn't nearly as bad as what happened back then. Or have you forgotten what happened to the Dire Dogs of the Northern tribes?”

“No… I have not.” Celestia clenched her fist in anger, he was right. She wanted to lash out but that would do no good. The fact one of her two working Ark Stones was being used to stabilize her magic. That meant they had to take down the shield barrier and everything else it would protect exposed. “How long have I been asleep?”

“It's been too long.” Wisp answered with a rather vague answer, but paused as he saw Celestia tense up, almost like a shiver ran down her spine. “But do not worry, we have managed to ensure any damages caused by your absence has been minimized.”

“That is not my primary concern.” Celestia responded, shaking her head. This was not the first time she had been away from her throne, but certainly the longest in a while. Shaking her head again, she composed herself. “What else has happened since I’ve been asleep? Tell me everything!”