Oyakodon-kadonk

The huge door magically opened without a creak or visible hinge, and all of a sudden General Zozan of Zebrica beheld the tall and imposing sight of Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. Her long mane flowed by magic, her golden crown and peytral gleaming in the evening candlelight. Ever since their first meeting around the negotiation table, Zozan had seen that the alicorn’s beauty outstripped all but Queen Zerinyu herself. The shape of her muzzle, the playful intelligence of her dark eyes, not to mention the curve of her hips and the swell of the plot she carried behind her! Yet the proud Zebrican felt a slight sense of despair as he reluctantly bowed before the mare his nation now called ally and friend.

Princess Twilight dipped her head in the merest suggestion of a returned bow. “General Zozan, let me formally welcome you to the private wing of Canterlot Castle.” Her voice was torturously lovely, like some long forgotten music.

“I come at the order of my Queen,” Zozan stated stiffly, returning to his hooves. “It is only to please her that here I am seen.” Though hardly old, Zozan was every bit a soldier, his body toughened and his feelings hardened by years of battle. Countless medals for bravery and honour covered his simple tunic, and a painful scar across the left side of his once handsome muzzle proved his willingness to pay any price for his country. Why, he would even endure a tedious evening of conversation with this perfumed princess of a pony... albeit only upon Zerinyu’s direct and unalterable command!

“Then I thank Queen Zerinyu for sparing you for the evening.” Twilight chuckled. She gestured the zebra into a private chamber, concealed from the outdoors by curtains of merest gauze that let fresh air drift inwards. In a glance Zozan searched every nook and cranny for traps and hidden assassins, whether aimed at him or at the alicorn. He found nothing but gentle candlelight and feminine scents, yet still found himself suspicious and unable to relax.

“A civilized stallion like yourself must grow weary of the road,” Twilight soothed. “How you must long for the simple pleasures of home. Please, sit and rest. I’ve had my kitchens prepare a traditional Zebrican tea.” Princess Twilight hovered in a wooden tea tray, then lifted a glass teapot full of a dark green liquid.

“It is beneath your royal state to lift my cup or fill my plate!” Zozan protested.

“Please, General,” the alicorn smiled as she poured a crystal teacup full of the steaming brew. “I was not born to my position, any more than you were. Allow me to serve you. It’s so rare that I’m allowed to do anything myself these days.”

Zozan sniffed the fragrant liquid as the cup was set before him on a low table that glowed with magic runes, yet as he recognized the scent, the wonderment in his eyes swiftly became a vivid anger.

“Ashamba tea, the stallion’s brew?” he snarled. “Princess, you know not what what you do!”

Such an insult to zebra-kind was not to be borne! Yet Zozan bit his lip and stayed his hoof, refraining from dashing the crystal onto the polished floor. There was one possible explanation for such an offering... only one! For the sake of his Queen and her precious alliance, he had to be certain before letting loose his righteous anger!

The Princess merely smiled gently and gestured with a hoof for the battle scarred zebra to rest his weary plot upon a soft and cushy pillow. Thinking again of Zerinyu’s stern command, he reluctantly obeyed, sinking tush deep into silk and cushy finery. To his amazement, the softness felt... good! It was a feeling he’d missed for so long, without even realizing. Gentleness, softness, a mare’s tender voice and sweet attention... all of the things he’d denied himself for years in the name of service to his country. This foreign mare offered all of them to him now... but at what price?

A cast of mischief came over the Princess’ eyes. “The first zebra I ever met was an alchemist of incredible power,” she grinned. “Even now, her potions are in great demand in my home town. I am quite aware of the properties of ashamba leaf, not to mention the okya root, which you will also find in your delightful tea. Drink up, General.”

With dawning acceptance Zozan reluctantly lifted the crystal cup to his lips. A single sip and he felt the power of countless stallions flowing into his blood. So this was the game, he thought, the once mighty soldier reduced to a pawn on the board of politics. Uncertain of her position, Queen Zerinyu had sent Zozan to seduce her Equestrian rival... and Princess Twilight seemed quite eager to be seduced!

Doubtless the two rulers aimed to test the strength of their alliance by having the alicorn princess wrestle most carnally with Zebrica’s greatest champion, all night long. Albeit since the bitter taste of the sacred fertility herb was absent from this... quite delicious... tea, it seemed Twilight did not seek to bear Zozan’s foal. The new treaty with Equestria would be marked by groans of passion, but not by a birth and much less a marriage.

Zozan swallowed a mouthful of tea, letting it warm his tired belly and bring strength to his weary muscles. “I warn you, Princess, you may do with me whatever pleases you. Yet Zebrica is proud and strong, and will resist your siren’s song. Though others you have brought to heel, the zebra knee will never kneel!”

“General, please.” Princess Twilight frowned, albeit only for a moment. “Ask Griffonstone and Yakyakistan whether they are Equestria’s vassals,” she suggested. “Ask Dragonlord Ember if she kneels to me, and do your best to survive her rage. We are all proud nations, independent, yet brought together by the bonds of friendship. A bond that will grow even stronger with Zebrica guarding our western frontiers, even as we protect your borders to the east and north.”

“A soldier swears to serve his Queen,” Zozan’s voice croaked. “Her heart is pure, her wits are keen. Since this alliance is her choice, I’ve stilled my loud and warlike voice. Yet she would have our soldiers die for griffons! I cannot see why!” A tear rolled down his sturdy cheek.

“For peace, General, for an alliance so strong that no evil will dare test it.” Twilight stepped forward and put her hoof upon the zebra’s tense wither. He had been in the field for far too long, so rarely feeling the touch of a mare. Now he quivered despite himself. Could he trust this soft and... wonderfully rounded.. princess, and her promises of peace? Twilight sensed his dismay and spoke again:

“Queen Zerinyu sees things my way, yet she knows her advisor stays wary of Equestria’s intentions. When I asked her for a way to gain your trust, she suggested that I do what I am doing tonight. She smiled and said I should invite you to my private chambers, offer you a pot of ashamba tea and an ancient Zebrican dish known as... oyakodon.”

Zozan gasped with horror. Oyakodon! A barbaric ritual, banished since the days of the tribal wars! In that blood soaked era, a victorious zebra chief would sexually claim both the wife and mother-in-law of his defeated rival. Whether he pleaded for mercy or silently endured, the cuckold unfortunate enough to suffer oyakodon was considered all but publicly emasculated.

Such days were long gone, and Zerinyu would have executed anyzebra who dared to revive such a tradition in this modern age... yet she herself had suggested that the Princess of Friendship lower herself in this way? What trickery, what depraved diplomacy was this?

Princess Twilight saw his reaction and chuckled softly. “I will do anything for peace, General,” she assured with another stroke of her hoof against his cheek. “And it won’t be so bad, will it? You might even have a good time with me and Twilight Velvet.”

The tea in his blood surged, and Zozan felt its herbal magic entering his balls, and beginning to push his cock out of his sheath. “B-but... your mother?” he protested. “As my lover?”

Twilight sighed. “You haven’t met my mother. Believe me, she jumped at the opportunity.” Her horn glowed, and Zozan heard a door softly opening and the clop of a pony’s hooves. “Come on in, Mom,” the princess called.

A mature and breathtaking unicorn mare trotted into the room, her grey fur freshly shampooed and shining, draped from head to hoof in strings of silver fitted with glittering jewels, like a parody of fine Zebrican evening wear. Glimmers of candlelight reflected off her body, danced through the gemstones and dazzled Zozan’s instantly lovestruck eyes.

Twilight Velvet’s white and purple mane was styled in a plain and motherly bob, yet her plump lips were coated in bright red lipstick. Her teats were full and round, each nipple pierced with a golden barbell. And dat almighty flank! Zozan involuntarily bit his lip at the sight. The loincloth that would have dangled far down the hind legs of a zebra mare was erotically undersized on this gifted unicorn’s bounteous plot, barely reaching her cutie marks due to the overwhelming width of her hips.

“Oh my GOSH, Mom!” Twilight cried out, seemingly just as surprised as Zozan. “What in the name of Celestia’s bikini are you wearing?”

Twilight Velvet giggled coyly. “Oh, it’s the latest in Canterlot couture, ever since you signed the treaty! The mare in the boutique said it made me look chic!” The MILF of a unicorn put a hoof to her lips with thought. “Or did she say ‘cheap?’ Anyways, I simply love Zebrican fashion — it’s all the fun of wearing clothes, but I’ve still got everything out for easy access!”

Twilight groaned. “I suppose I can’t complain, seeing what I called you here for. Mom, I’d like you to meet General Zozan, a respected Zebrican leader and a very tough negotiating partner.”

The middle aged mare joyously cantered about the chamber like an unruly filly. “Ooh, Twily, you really got him to show up!” she cried out, stealing glances at Zozan’s form with every wobble and bounce. “How exciting! When does he ‘stripe’ us?”

“Mom!” The Princess put a hoof to her forehead with frustration. “Striping isn’t a thing, they only do it in porn... how do you even know about striping?”

Twilight Velvet didn’t even seem to hear the question, entranced as she was by the muscular General. “Mr. Zozan, thank you so much for coming!” she squealed, sniffing hungrily at the musky pit beneath his wither. “I’ve always wanted to meet my very own zebra!”

“You’ve met Zecora!” the princess protested.

“Oh, you know what I mean, dear,” Twilight Velvet scoffed as she walked around Zozan’s body, eyeing him as if he were a freshly decorated cupcake. “Goodness, he’s so big and strong!”

Twilight held up a nerdish hoof. “Actually, that’s a common myth, the average zebra is slightly smaller than a pony.”

“But this stud you’ve found is anything but average, wouldn’t you say, dear?” Twilight Velvet looked deep into Zozan’s eyes with a hunger that near overpowered him. “Are you single, Mr. Zozan? My daughter is single, and she’s a princess! Quite a catch, for the right stallion!”

Zozan glanced at Princess Twilight, who was grimacing and shaking her head vigorously at him. He caught his breath and managed to collect his cool in this bizarre situation. The general took Twilight Velvet’s hoof into his own and kissed it lightly.

“I’d thought that Canterlot was dull, and rather boring on the whole,” he confessed. “A grizzled soldier such as me was not made for diplomacy. But then I glance upon your face, and... Canterlot’s a lovely place.”

“Oh, my!” Twilight Velvet blushed deeply at the compliment, not to mention the long awaited touch of the male she seemed to fetishize. “There’s that silver zebra tongue! Why, if I wasn’t married... oh, what am I saying? Being married never stopped me before!” The mature mare threw her hooves around Zozan’s neck and kissed him, pressing her tongue into his surprised mouth.

“OK, Mom, just go right at it... that’s why you’re here, after all.” Twilight Sparkle sighed again as she apologized for her mother. “She’s always been... adventurous, General.”

Adventurous indeed — such adventure as also flowed in Zozan’s blood! Enthusiastically, the zebra returned Twilight Velvet’s steamy kiss, letting her reddened lips slip and smear against his own. This was his first encounter with a mare in many moons, and his first taste of a pony’s mouth felt fresh and positively delightful. The thought of Velvet’s unsuspecting husband made this stolen kiss an even more precious treasure! He practically cackled to think of that trusting stallion, wondering even now where his beautiful wife had vanished to. Zozan’s first taste of oyakodon had him feeling like a powerful and triumphant warrior of old!

Panting for breath, Twilight Velvet pulled away at last, sucking on Zozan’s tongue, almost fellating it as it left her mouth. “Oh, dear, Twily, Zozan is every bit as powerful as you feared...” she moaned. “He’s conquered your own mother with just one kiss. How shameful! I’ve made Equestria look weak, and spoiled all of your negotiations!”

“To fall to kisses is no shame, when playing lust’s delightful game.” Zozan countered, his heart pounding, his poetic spirit rising even as his cockhead began to poke from its sheath. “In truth I never had a chance — you conquered me with but a glance!”

Mrs. Velvet tittered like a schoolfilly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, General! Now that we’re allies, I say it’s time for you to enjoy the bounty Equestria has to offer!” The mature mare turned about, presenting Zozan with what was BY FAR the LARGEST plot he’d ever seen! That faux Zebrican loincloth she wore was truly laughable, hardly to be considered clothing at all. It more resembled a tiny, flimsy tablecloth set atop a broad banquet table — a table Zozan wanted to “dine” at as soon as zebraly possible!

“Feast your eyes, good sir!” Velvet giggled. “I’ve been on a crash diet to get in shape, ever since Twily told me we’d be entertaining a real live zebra! What do you think? It’s a real ‘dumptruck,’ eh? Would you say that I’m a ‘MILF?’”

“You are so cringe, Mom!”

Zozan didn’t know what diet Mrs. Velvet was using to “get in shape,” but judging from the size of her flanks, it seemed like a regimen designed to shift every calorie consumed directly to the plot cheeks! Her tail seemed to disappear into her ass crack altogether, and the slightest motion of her legs made those rounded kegs of stallion-smothering heaven jiggle and bounce like no other.

Equestria was truly a decadent place, Zozan mused, even as the obscene sight guided his cock on its long journey out of his sheath. Queen Zerinyu’s beloved mother Zooy would never allow her plot to ascend to such mountainous magnitude, much less strut it as shamelessly as a campfollowing strumpet!

“Pony got your tongue, eh, Mr. Zozan?” Twilight Velvet smirked. “Well, I may be an old mare, but I’ve seen enough porn to know what you young studs really want to see...”

With a glimmer of unicorn magic and a jingle of jewelled chains, Twilight Velvet tugged one vast grey cheek to the side, exposing a crack as deep and as humid as the river-carved canyons of Zebrica’s jungles. As Velvet’s tail slowly raised high, the mature mare’s pink pony clit glistened like a priceless, fleshy pearl, winking and throbbing with excitement as the gap between the unicorn’s cheeks slowly widened and her sloppy, motherly gash became visible.

General Zozan felt himself enthralled by the musk emanating from Twilight Velvet’s sweaty hindquarters, not to mention the shifting of her flesh, and the peeling open of her vulva as she spread herself for him. He had always turned a blind eye to what happened in the barracks when spring arrived and his camp turned fragrant with the stink of would-be zebra mothers. Now his nose was assaulted by the dripping, exotic stench of needy pony mare. Twilight Velvet was as fragrant as a legion of Privates in full heat, and Zozan the only stallion in breeding distance!

Further and further that globe of rump was pulled from its natural resting place. Just as Zozan caught a glimpse of the prominent, donut like pucker atop Twilight Velvet’s leaking marehood, her butt cheek slipped free of her magical aura and dropped back into place, smacking into the other half of that huge rump with a loud CLAP!

Zozan jumped, startled by the sudden sound. His dick pulsed and let loose a thick stream of pent up precum as it hardened to ever greater thickness. He clasped his front legs together and tried to conceal his growing erection from the two beautiful mares, but that sneaky stallionhood just didn’t want to stay hidden! It pressed upon the back of his legs, silently begging for the kiss Mrs. Velvet had just given his still tingling lips!

“What do you think, General?” asked Twilight Velvet playfully, captivating the zebra with the slightest wiggle of her oversized bum. “Does this little pony stack up to those zebra hussies who are constantly trying to get you in bed?” Zozan couldn’t find the proper rhyme to answer this loaded question — the juicy, wobbling plot of this mega MILF had him stammering and blushing like a colt who’d caught his first glimpse of a classmate’s bare teat!

“Seems like you’ve got him stunned,” Twilight Sparkle observed. “Good job, mom, I told you you still got it.” The princess favoured Zozan with an evil smirk. “You know, I bet if you asked him nicely, you could get him to rip off all those gaudy medals he’s wearing, and hoof them over to you, one at a time...”

“N-no... please... about such things, do not tease!” Zozan begged. The General’s medals were his pride and joy, yet in his current state he considered them meaningless trinkets compared to Twilight Velvet’s plush and jiggly buns! Save only the very safety of his nation, he knew he would give up anything to witness one more bounce, take one more sniff!

“Awww, Twily, there’s no need to be mean!” Twilight Velvet chided her daughter, even as she shook her ass with ever greater enthusiasm. “Ponies and zebras are friends now! We’re all here to have fun! Come on, let’s show this stud what oyakodon really means!”

Twilight Sparkle nodded, the cruelty fading from her muzzle like a passing whim. “Alright, mom, just like we practised.” She turned around slowly, and General Zozan was blind-sided as he was suddenly faced with TWO large and worship-worthy plots!

Twilight Sparkle’s ass demonstrated to all what her mother’s massive seatwarmer would look like if those vast hipped genetics were given regular exercise and strength training, rather than an indulgent and cupcake filled lifestyle. Though no honest creature would describe the royal rump as anything but huge, Twilight Sparkle’s butt had firmness and a heft that was almost zebra like, a gravitas and dignity that Twilight Velvet’s well cushioned cheeks couldn’t match. To be sat upon by such a weighty bum would be a cultural experience indeed!

Twilight Sparkle smiled and began to thrust her ass backwards, letting her purple ass cheeks clap together in a precise and regular rhythm. The Princess lifted her tail and waved it about as if losing herself on the dance floor, raining down a waterfall of alicorn ass before Zozan’s drool soaked muzzle.

Clap clap clap clap!

“Go, Twily, go!” Twilight Velvet cheered her daughter, thrust her hips even higher, and shook her butt with amazing, unseen power, sending her two huge slices of wobbling cake slamming together with an unpredictable, random and chaotic rhythm.

Whup slap whap smack clap splat slap!

With Twilight Sparkle’s assclaps laying down a steady, rhythmic beat, the loud and wild smacking of her mother’s sweaty cheeks called Zozan back to the comforting sounds of the drums that carried vital news across Zebrica at the speed of sound. Thanks to the new alliance with Equestria, the ever resourceful General realized that he could now coordinate actions in the field simply by assigning a big bootied, twerk happy pony MILF to each of his zebra squadrons! Such a sight would be most beneficial for his troops’ morale, as well.

Little did Zozan know that this was merely the first way in which his mind was to be broadened this night...