The guest

Shaka hummed to himself as he chewed on a sandwich of lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and ranch dressing. It wasn't exactly his favorite, but it was filling, tasted pretty good, and was made by Cup Cake while he had been fucking her from behind. Why just thinking about that moment made him even more excited, and the zebra recalled the experience in vivid detail.

Cup Cake’s hoof quivered as she sliced the cucumber for his sandwich, the mare moaning long and hard. Her entire body trembled as Shaka continued to slam into her, his heavy balls slapping audibly against her teets. With her forehooves on the counter in front of her, the pony struggled to stay upright while continuing to get fucked.

“R-remember. After tonight that's it, okay?” Cup Cake half asked, half declared.

“Of course,” Shaka agreed. “And if you ever change your mind and need a bit more relief please let me know.”

Cup Cake shuddered as a particularly powerful surge of pleasure nearly overwhelmed her, forcing the mare to put down the knife. Clutching the counter tightly with both forehooves, she rode it out until finally she could focus enough to continue cutting away. Shaka meanwhile, merely smirked to himself and redoubled his efforts, intent on filling her womb before she could complete her job.

“Do you think you c-could keep it down?” Cup Cake asked. “The twins might be on their way by now.”

“They are covering the lunch rush. Trust me, they won't come up here,” SHaka replied.

Cup Cake stifled a moan by biting her bottom lip, and nodded.

As she assembled the pieces of his sandwich, Shaka began to speed up, pounding the mare’s pussy ruthlessly. Intent on leaving her walking funny for the rest of the day, Shaka fucked her with every ounce of strength he had left in him. Until he unloaded into her with a deep grunt, his cock pressed firmly against the very entrance to her womb.

With a muffled moan, the stallion stifled the urge to cum and glanced down to where Pumpkin was knelt between his legs. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, swallowing his dick with the practiced ease that Shaka expected of her. The unicorn had certainly gained somewhat of an oral fascination, and Shaka did everything he could to encourage that.

With his own orgasm edging closer, Shaka quickly stuffed the last of his sandwich past his lips, chewing noisily. It wasn't the most polite thing to do, but he was nearly there, and he didn't want to miss this chance to really enjoy himself. So with a mouthful of food, Shaka grabbed his partner’s horn, and took control of her with merciless efficiency.

With the spiraled appendage held tight in his grip, Shaka used her head like a sex toy, dragging it up and down her cock as fast as he dared. Rather than be annoyed with the change, Pumpkin Cake moaned lewdly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her own hoof worked rapidly between her legs, assaulting her pussy with an almost manic intensity.

As is in response, the music in the background switched from some quiet song Shaka hadn't been paying attention to something much more upbeat. Though still a little too pop for the zebra’s liking, the beat was solid, and he found himself matching it with his thrusts. Which only grew faster as time passed, until at long last he came, and came hard, dumping a veritable ocean straight into Pumpkin’s stomach.

Holding her head down firmly against his crotch, Shaka released a long, shuddering sigh of relief. He was a little surprised he even had anything left to give if he was being honest with himself. Given that he had spent almost the entire night as well as most of the morning dumping load after load into Cup Cake’s willing pussy.

Releasing a sigh, Shaka laid down on the bed, letting go of his partner’s horn. Pumpkin Cake didn't initially pull back, the mare sucking and licking down the last remnants of Shaka’s orgasm. With every last drop of zebra seed now resting in her belly, Pumpkin pulled back and gasped for breath.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Shaka remarked with a smile. “It's actually quite impressive, you know.”

“Th-thank you Shaka,” Pumpkin replied, swallowing one final time. “Thanks for lunch by the way. It's surprisingly filling.”

Shaka smirked as he noted the small bulge in his partner’s midsection, a sense of pride welling in his chest. Evidently his conquests were already bearing fruit, and he couldn't help but wonder how strong he had gotten. Pushing such considerations from his mind, Shaka rose from the bed and glanced at the clock expectantly.

“Only a few minutes left before our break is over. Did you want something else to eat?” Shaka offered.

Pumpkin blushed and shook her head. “I don't think I could even eat anything more if I wanted to.”

Shaka chuckled. “Very fair, perhaps a bit of water then? Unless you enjoy having my taste on your tongue throughout the day.”

Pumpkin Cake bit her lip and nodded slowly. “It is rather… arousing. I must admit.”

“Mmm and soon you’ll be carrying more than just a belly full of cum around with you,” Shaka exclaimed.

“What do you mean?” Pumpkin questioned.

Shaka hummed while tapping his chin, pondering whether or not to give the next part of his plan to the mare. It wasn't terribly far-fetched, and she was very loyal to him, but the zebra still wasn't sure if that was a good idea. After all, it was one thing to have sex with him, it was another to carry his foal, or if lucky, his foals.

“You will see, soon,” Shaka replied after a short pause.

Pumpkin pouted. “Aww come on Shaka. Could you tell me, please?”

Shaka chuckled at the cute expression on his pet’s face, silently quite proud that she was growing bolder.

“Soon,” he exclaimed. “Soon you will know all about what I have in mind for you, as well as the others.”

“Others?” Pumpkin asked, cocking her head.

“You’ll see,” Shaka declared, patting the mare on the shoulder before rising from the bed. “Now then. We should probably be getting back down to the store, your mother-”

Three rapid strikes against the door stopped Shaka dead in his tracks.

“Who's there?” he called.

“It's Mrs… its Cup Cake, are you decent? We have a bit of a situation on our hooves,” Mrs Cake answered in a high pitched, and panicked tone.

Shaka nodded to Pumpkin and gestured towards the bed.

The mare dutifully ran over to the other side and hid herself away from sight while Shaka approached the door. After pulling it open he was greeted with the wild, nervous eyes of a frazzled Mrs Cake. Looking her up and down, Shaka immediately got a bad feeling, and the zebra steeled himself for any potential unpleasant news.

“What is it Cup Cake?” Shaka inquired.

“That gang. They showed up again. It was bad Shaka, really bad,” Mrs Cake murmured.

Shaka put his hoof on the pony’s shoulder and whispered in a low tone. “What exactly happened?”

“They…” Mrs Cake took a steadying breathe. “They took all the money in the cash register but even worse they took my son. They said that Pound Cake was there’s, and that if we told the guard they would…”

The mare bit her lip, tears springing to her gaze.

“They would hurt him,” Shaka reasoned.

“Worse,” Cup Cake exclaimed.

Shaka shook his head. “That is unfortunate. I had hoped that they were smart enough to avoid confrontation.”

“What do we do?” Mrs Cake murmured. “I can't just leave him there. He's my baby Shaka.”

“Focus Cup Cake,” Shaka declared, squeezing the mare’s shoulders. “We aren't going to get him back by panicking. Tell me, how many were there?”

“Just three,” Mrs Cake muttered, small tears dripping down her cheeks. “Two of them cleared out the store while the last one came up to the counter and drew a knife. He pointed it at Pound Cake and told him not to fight it.”

“Good. Now, what else happened?” Shaka asked.

“They just left,” Mrs Cake remarked. “Pound Cake didn't even look like he that scared. He was convinced that you would save him.”

“And I will,” Shaka declared. “Are they using the same hideout?”

Mrs Cake shrugged nervously. “I can't be certain but they certainly smelled like that crummy dive bar of theirs.”

“Good. Now I want you to go downstairs, close the shop and wait for me to come back,” Shaka exclaimed.

“You can't be serious. They had knives, and I think one of them even had a sword,” Mrs Cake whispered, her eyes growing wide.

Shaka chuckled. “Don't you worry Cup Cake. I have a couple tricks up my metaphorical sleeves.”

Mrs Cake shook her head, and took a step back, forcing Shaka’s hooves to fall from her shoulders. “This isn't like before. They are serious this time, and they won't take no for an answer.”

“And I’m serious when I say that it won't be a problem,” Shaka retorted.

Mrs Cake remained in the doorway, a firm expression on her face. “I can't let you do this, Shaka. There has to be another way.”

Shaka smiled, and ran a hoof down the mare’s cheek. “Cup Cake. You know I wouldn't lie to you, right?”

Mrs Cake hesitated a moment before sighing. “No. I know you wouldn't.”

“Then believe me when I say that I will not be harmed if I leave,” Shaka pressed his hoof against her lips, cutting off Mrs Cake’s response before it could be uttered. “And. I will return with your son, safe and sound.”

“How?” Mrs Cake muttered.

“We zebras have many secrets,” Shaka replied cryptically before leaning forward and planting his lips against Cup Cake’s.

Then before she had a chance to recover from the sudden intimate moment, Shaka brushed past the mare and trotted over to the exit.

“Wait!” Mrs Cake shouted, running after him a blush still on her cheeks. “What do I do if you don't come back?”

“I will,” Shaka declared.

The zebra then turned, and walked out the door, leaving Mrs Cake standing there, silent and stunned. Shaka didn't give the female a second thought however, as his mind was already running through the processes he would need to go through to activate his powers. Powers which were likely boosted considerably from his partial subjugation of almost the entire Cake family.

As he walked out into the back alley, Shaka paused to flex his forehoof while calling forth the deep well of energy located at the base of his soul. In response a flicker of green lightning crackled up the limb, seemingly empowering it and nearly doubling its muscle density. With a crack, he brought his hoof down hard against the ground, shattering cobblestone and sending shards of rock shooting in all directions.

“Well then. This should be interesting,” Shaka remarked.

Pound Cake sat quietly on the dirty floor, right forehoof raised above his head, where it was handcuffed to a pole. The long silver cylinder had thankfully been cleaned recently, unlike the small stage located at the back of the grungy bar. Which was filled with nearly every single member of the gang that Pound Cake himself used to be a part of.

Including Buck Private, who was the only pony sitting in front of the stage, a drink in one hoof. “You know Pound, you really should be thanking us,” he began, swirling the bourbon around in his cup.

“Oh really, and why is that?” Pound Cake deadpanned.

“We saved you from an abusive household,” Buck Private retorted, downing his beverage before standing and trotting over to his captive.

“What are you talking about. No one there was abu-” was all Pound Cake could utter before a hoof cracked against his cheek.

“It's a real shame that your mother’s pet zebra did this to you,” Buck Private continued, rotating his hoof. “And to think she could have stopped it at any time, yet refused to do so.”

Pound Cake spat a wad of blood on the floor and glared at the other stallion. “You’re insane. No one would fall for such a story.”

“Oh they will,” Buck Private retorted, pounding a hoof into Pound Cake’s cheek for a second time. “In fact when my father gets here with the guard you’ll tell them this exact story.”

“I’ll never-”

The towering unicorn brought his hoof down again, knocking Pound Cake to the ground and causing a tooth to bounce across the stage.

“You will. The only question is how bad they will have treated you. After all, I’m not the one hurting you. They were,” Buck Private retorted, leaning down and grinning in the other stallion’s face.

“F-fuck you,” Pound Cake muttered through a blood filled mouth.

“I should thank your family’s pet zebra. He seems to have put some fire in your belly. As well as some really fatty foods,” Buck Private snickered. “I mean damn Pound Cake. You always did have a fat ass but I bet you’d put my own whore of a mother to shame by now.”

Pound Cake spat a wad of spit, blood and phlegm onto the stage. “You won't get away with it,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

“Oh that's cute. Do you still think your boyfriend is going to save you? Face it Pound, that guy was a dumbass and the sooner you realize it the sooner you can get with a real stallion,” Buck Private declared with a wide, confident smirk.

“A real stallion?” Pound Cake scoffed. “Shaka’s cock makes yours look like a pencil worn down from a dozen years of schooling.”

Buck Private’s face contorted into a vicious scowl and he raised his forehoof once more. “I’ll make you eat those words, slut.”

Before he could exact his bloody vengeance, the door to the bar suddenly exploded inwards, the body of his bouncer flying through the air. The bulky earth pony didn't make it far before slamming into a table and hitting the ground hard. Instantly the small conversations and general chatter faded away, leaving only a pregnant pause as everyone stared at the entrance.

Where a monstrous zebra stood, his body rippling with muscle, and the occasional flicker of greenish lightning. Standing taller than even Buck Private himself, the creature was bigger than the largest earth pony sitting in the bar. Not only was he taller, wider, and more muscled, but the zebra also sported glowing emerald eyes, as well as what looked like black face paint resembling a skull.

“Who the fuck are you?” Buck Private shouted.

“Your worst nightmare,” Shaka muttered, his voice so deep, and grating that it made all who heard it quail in fear.

“Yeah fucking right. Its that dumbfuck zebra. Get em boys!” Buck Private shouted.

For a moment it seemed like his order was going to go unanswered, then the collective throng of ponies glanced at one another. Having reminded themselves of their sheer numbers, the gang members collectively stood a little taller. They then reached for whatever weapon they had handy before charging Shaka as he strode into the bar.

The three sitting closest were the first to reach him, the two earth ponies and their pegasus friend meeting Shaka with only hoof and wit. The pegasus, predictably, was the fastest of the bunch though Shaka didn't flinch as he flew directly at the zebra, hoof raised. The towering mountain of muscle merely wore the same confident grin, unflinching until the very last second before impact..

Then he ducked, delivered a bone shattering punch to the pegasus’ bread basket, and didn't even glance back to see if his opponent was down. Not like he needed to, as the winged stallion slammed into the wall and then slid to the ground, alive, but gasping desperately for breath.

This little display shook the earth pony’s faith in their strategy, and for a moment they considered turning tail. Then they heard the valiant war cry that had wrung throughout the bar, and raised their hooves, confident in their actions.

Shaka, again, wasn't surprised, and merely rose up onto his back legs just as the first of his foes swung at him. Dipping to the right, Shaka jabbed the first stallion in the stomach before lurching back in order to dodge a left cross from his second opponent. Which opened that stallion up to a powerful strike to the elbow, breaking something in the limb and causing him to cry out in pain.

The first stallion’s confidence was waning, but he didn't give up, feinting with his right before attempting to deliver a cross to Shaka’s cheek. The blow never landed however, as Shaka pulled back, grabbed the other male’s extended limb and threw him into his ally. Together the dou landed in an awkward heap, both attempting to disentangle themselves from one another at the same time.

Neither managed to do so before Shaka spun in place and bucked them into a booth with enough force to shatter the table therein. Bloody and broken, the pair groaned in pain but did not raise.

The next group of foes were smarter, and consisted of two unicorns wielding light handless daggers. The pair looked nearly identical, and Shaka knew immediately that they were twins, with both having the same special talent for levitation.

“It's self defence. Go wild Slice, and Dice,” Buck Private shouted before sprinting out of the room.

“What do you say brother, should we toy with this one?” one of the twins remarked, weaving his dagger menacingly through the air.

The other smirked, and weaved his weapon through the trail of his sibling’s, creating a constantly shifting figure eight.

“Nah,” he replied with a chuckle. “I got a drink to get back to.”

“Then let's skip the foreplay than,” Shaka exclaimed, rising back up onto his back hooves.

“You heard him Slice,” Dice declared.

“Let's get him, Dice,” Slice replied.

The pair spread out from one another, their daggers constantly twisting and shifting in order to always stay in motion while defending their owners. Like two of vipers circling their prey, the stallions seemed intent on boxing Shaka into a corner before striking. The zebra however, wasn't about to let this happen, and before they could move into position, Shaka suddenly launched himself at Slice.

Floor boards shattered under the explosive force, and Slice could only gape in silent confusion as Shaka tackled him into an ill used slot machine. His dagger was immediately dropped, the unicorn’s magic flickering away the second Shaka’s shoulder hit his chest. The pony then lost consciousness when his face went through the screen, his horn somehow getting jammed up into the circuitry.

The ensuing electrocution left Shaka unharmed, as the zebra had already managed to step away from his foe. A foe which was now convulsing violently as his coat came alight, and the machine started to flicker.

“You son of a bitch!” shouted the remaining brother.

Shaka smirked as the now enraged unicorn sprinted directly at him, dagger flying overhead. The short, well maintained blade stabbed into the zebra’s shoulder once, twice, then a third time, blood oozing from the wounds. If the injuries bothered Shaka, he didn't show it, as the stallion simply caught the weapon on the fourth downward stroke.

How you may be asking yourself? Well it's simple, he stuck out his hoof and let it slam sink deep into his flesh. Then before it could be pulled back, Shaka grabbed the weapon, ripped it from his body then bent it in half with his bare, bloody hooves.

“Oh fuck,” was all the pony could mutter before a hoof slammed into his chin.

Launched several feet up by the blow, Dice didn't make it far before having his trajectory dramatically altered. For the moment after sending his foe into the air, Shaka then pivoted on a hoof and bucked the stallion clear across the room. Glass bottles and flimsy wooden shelves exploded, sending a river of brownish liquid cascading onto the floor.

“Down!” Buck shouted, the semi armor clad stallion having appeared in a doorway.

In response his remaining friends leapt to the ground a second before a loud twang filled the air. Shaka twitched his head back and to the side, his entire body lurching strangely in order to catch something between his teeth. Turning back to the gang members, Shaka revealed that within his mouth was the long shaft of a steel tipped bolt.

“What the fuck?” someone muttered.

Shaka bit down, shattering the wood before spitting the remnants onto the ground in a puddle.

“Fucking kill him already!” Buck Private shouted, looseing a bolt of magic at his foe.

Shaka backhooved the shimmering projectile out of the air and into the wooden floor where it turned into a shower of sparks. Though ineffective, the attack gave enough of a smoke screen to Buck’s friends that Shaka was finally put on the back hoof.

Coming in from the right was an earth pony wearing a pair of steel shod shoes on his forelegs and a wicked glint in his eye. Striking fast, and without mercy, Shaka’s newest foe delivered several rapid blows to the zebra’s ribs, driving the wind from his lungs. Shaka stumbled backwards, and took a baseball bat to the knee, nearly breaking the limb in the process.

A pair of pegasi who held collapsible batons then rushed in, slamming their weapons against Shaka’s shoulders and back. Forced to cover his head with his forehooves, Shaka bought him only a few moments to think of a way out.

Thankfully that was all he needed.

As the next series of blows were coming, Shaka extended his forehooves and wrapped them around his foe’s. He then twisted, shattering their forelegs, before pulling them into a brutal double headbutt that knocked one out and left the other reeling. Shaka’s attention shifted before he could deliver the knockout blow to the other however, as the slim baseball bat wielding stallion had aimed at the back of Shaka’s already injured knee.

This time he didn't hit his target however, as Shaka shattered his weapon with a powerful kick from one of his back legs. With his foe reeling from the sudden loss of his weapon, Shaka turned towards the earth pony who was even now bearing down on him. Right cross, left cross, uppercut, the earth pony continued to keep Shaka on the ropes, yet few of his strikes were landing.

Without the distraction, he simply didn't have the strength or speed to match the zebra, who suddenly blocked two of his blows with a pair of strikes. Hoof met hoof with enough force to send dust and debris into the air. Steel cracked, and hooves shattered, the earth pony immediately launched onto his back where he lay screaming and cradling his ruined limbs.

Seeing that his foe was down, Shaka spun towards the bat wielding stallion, though the male had already tossed aside the useless weapon.

“I give up!” He shouted, raising his forehooves over his head.

Shaka chuckled. “Your smarter than you look.”

“I uh, don't suppose I can just leave then eh?” asked the other stallion.

Shaka nodded, and waved towards the scattering of ponies laying on the ground in various states of injury. “You and the rest of your friends may leave. Though I should warn you that if you decide to tell the guard about what happened here, I will find you and I will do terrible things to you.”

Shaka stared out over the small crowd of ponies with an intense, powerful glare.

“Deal?” He asked.

For a moment there was silence, then a nod, followed by a muttered affirmation which quickly became a cacophony of agreement. As the last stallion present voiced his acceptance, a flash of green filled the bar, and every pony present gained a vacant look. They then robotically trotted towards the exit, picking up their fallen friends and departing in an orderly fashion.

All save for Pound Cake who was still handcuffed to the striper pole, a wide, confused yet elated expression on his face.

“How did you do that?” Pound Cake muttered.

“I’ll tell you when we get home,” Shaka replied, raising an eyebrow. “Right now I got a scared little colt to put in his place.”

The sound of clanking footsteps drew their attention towards the back room where a now fully armed and armored Buck Private stood. Outfitted with full plate mail, and wielding a longsword in his magical aura, the unicorn scowled at Shaka with naked scorn.

“I don't know what you’ve done to my ponies, but after I cut your head from your shoulders, I will find out,” Buck declared before pulling the grille down with a grim clank.

“You will try,” Shaka replied, stepping away from the stage.

“What are you doing? That's royal guard armor. You can't beat that!” Pound Cake hissed.

“Oh Pound Cake,” Shaka turned and flashed Pound Cake a smirk. “Don't you get it by now? I never turn tail.”

Buck Private lurched forward, an indignant cry of rage on his lips as he brought his sword down hard at Shaka’s head. The strike was swift, and strong, but Shaka was faster still, leaping to the left, narrowly avoiding the attack. So close was the blade that Shaka could hear the dull whoosh as the weapon streaked past him and nearly hit the ground. To Shaka it was clear that the longsword was clearly too heavy for the other male, as he only just barely kept it from slipping from his grasp.

With such a wide opening, Shaka was able to repeatedly slam his hooves against the pony’s shoulder and side. Sure enough the strikes, though strong, did nothing, having been dissipated by the enchantments and stopping Buck from feeling them. There was only the soft dinging as Shaka’s powerful hooves struck metal and Buck Private’s heavy breathing as he hefted his blade.

With a grunt, the unicorn swung the sword horizontally in front of him, attempting to decapitate the zebra in a single stroke. Shaka was faster still, though he did lose an inch of hair in the process. Ignoring the damage to his glorious mane, Shaka delivered several fast, hard blows to the pony’s midsection.

Again, this did little, save for making Buck backpedal as he brought the heavy sword to bear once more. A pulse of magic and a grunt of exertion signalled another swiped, this time sweeping diagonally from the upper right. The swiftnes of the strike meant that Shaka had mere moments to roll out of the way, once again narrowly avoiding what was likely a killing blow.

This short song and dance repeated itself over a dozen times, with each swipe being met with a flurry of fast, yet ultimately useless blows. Even after Shaka switched to striking the pony’s face and neck, his attacks did nothing but cause the armor’s enchantments to flare. Yet despite Buck Private’s apparent invulnerability, it was clear that he was beginning to slow while Shaka was not.

“Just die already!” Buck shouted as he brought his sword down in what he hoped would be the final blow.

In a way he was right, as Shaka had baited him into overcommitting and in the process burying his sword not into the zebra’s flesh, but the ground. Wood parted, and the weapon was swiftly stuck fast, the unicorn’s vain attempt to remove it doing nothing. Shaka didn't allow him to try this for long however, as he put his shoulder down and tackled the pony over the bar and against the ground.

Wild mana bolts shot from the unicorn’s horn, each one splashing harmless against the ceiling and leaving behind a small scorch mark. As he fired off as much magic as he could muster, Buck also attempted to punch, kick and even headbutt his foe. The stallion’s movements were weak, and easy to predict however, and soon Shaka had the other male’s forelimbs pinned.

“Get off of me you smelly zebra. Do you know who my father is?” Buck spat, twisting and thrashing beneath Shaka’s grip.

“I know and I don't care,” Shaka retorted.

“Well then I guess you know that you’ll be seeing the inside of a cell within a week. The trial will be short once they hear about what happened here after all,” Buck spat.

“Yeah I’m sure everyone will love to hear about how one zebra beat up your entire gang and even bested you while you were wearing daddy’s armor,” Shaka retorted, his lips curling into a vindictive sneer.

Buck was silent beneath his helmet.

“Go on. Tell me how you are going to lie about it. That I had a sword, or perhaps that there were a dozen of me. I’m sure Pound Cake will back you up,” Shaka exclaimed, glancing back to the demure male.

Who chuckled. “Oh yeah totally. You definitely didn't get your ass whooped by one super hot zebra.”

“N-no wait. How about we come to some kind of arrangement, huh?” Buck quickly interjected. “I’ll give you back Pound Cake, and we can just pretend this entire thing didn't happen.”

“Not good enough,” Shaka retorted, his gaze narrowing. “I will take Pound Cake back, you will also not bother the Cake family ever again and…”

Shaka hummed and glanced back at Pound Cake. “What else do you think I should demand?”

“Oh you should make him agree to let anyone who asks to fuck him in the ass,” Pound Cake replied.

“Oh now that's good. What he said,” Shaka replied.

“What? I’d never…” Buck chuckled. “Yeah sure, whatever. I totally promise.”

Shaka extended a hoof. “Do we have a deal then?”

Buck snorted, and bumped his hoof against Shaka’s. “Yeah sure man.”

Shaka stood up and took a step back, a wide smile on his face. “It's a deal then.”

Buck chuckled as he began to stand up. “Whatever dude it's not like I’m actually going to-”

A green flash cut off Buck Private’s response, and his expression quickly became utterly neutral.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” Shaka declared.

Pound Cake raised an eyebrow, and glanced expectantly up at Shaka as the zebra approached him. “Your not secretly a changeling or something, right?”

Shaka stopped for a moment before erupting with laughter. “No, nothing like that. Voodoo magic has many uses, and has inspired other races to attempt to replicate our power.”

“Huh,” Pound Cake muttered.

Shaka struck the pole with enough force to shatter it in the center, allowing the zebra to pull the handcuff from it. He then gripped the double rings tightly in his hooves before slowly, and carefully pulling them apart. The metal groaned briefly before snapping, and finally coming apart at the bolts, a spring shooting off into the distance.

“T-thanks,” Pound Cake muttered, rubbing his hoof. “I’m not sure I’m a fan of being chained up by anyone that isn't you.”

Shaka smiled and leaned close, planting a brief but passionate kiss on the other stallion’s lips. “Good,” Shaka whispered huskily. “Because from now on you are all mine.”

Pound Cake shuddered. “Stars above, that feels good to hear.”

Shaka’s smile grew, and he gestured towards the door. “Come on. Let's go home and celebrate our victory.”

“What about your shoulder?” Pound Cake asked, his statement turning into a question the second he noticed that the wounds were completely healed.

“A bit of zebra magic. In about twenty minutes I’ll be in for a world of hurt though,” Shaka replied.

“Oh you poor thing. We should hurry home,” Pound Cake exclaimed.

“That we should,” Shaka agreed.