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Night Light sighed with carnal satisfaction as Queen Mother Zooy climbed onto the bed and nestled her plush royal form against his in a tender cuddle. “You fed my womb quite a filling meal!” she giggled. “Your seed has taken root, I feel...”

“Zooy, that’s wonderf—mmmph!” Zerinyu, the dignified Queen of Zebrica, tightened the grip of her hooves around Night Light’s barrel and pressed her lips against his, refusing to let her mother so easily distract the stud who’d bred two royal wombs in as many hours. Even as his cock throbbed with the last releases of his second orgasm, Night Light found himself the surprised, yet not unwilling, filling of a most exotic sandwich.

In the long unused palace suite, the thruple was surrounded by the nostalgic things Twily had left behind when she first moved to Ponyville so long ago: her telescope, her trophies and academic awards, and a veritable library of books, of course. Night Light hadn’t known his daughter also kept a rope bondage kit hidden underneath her bed, but it wasn’t exactly a shocking surprise... especially since it was the same brand of rope Twilight Velvet liked to use on him!

Zerinyu playfully strummed one of the ropes that kept Night Light tied spread-eagle to the bed, as her GILF of a mother took her turn to Prench kiss him, with the passion of a freshly inseminated mare thanking her brand new baby daddy. Rather than cast a spell to free himself from this rather basic bondage setup, Night Light slowly worked a tendril of his magic aura in and out of Zooy’s hungry, puckered plot hole. The quiet stallion had always appreciated a fine ass, and he knew that a little plot play was the perfect way to cool down a mare after a steamy cunt-workout and breeding session.

A note addressed “To the BEST DAD EVER!” had been Night Light’s only warning of the kinky trap he’d trotted into when he’d accepted his daughter’s royal invitation to the palace. Zerinyu and Zooy had been waiting for him in the guest bedroom as he dropped off the last of Velvet’s luggage. The two zebras swiftly (if inexpertly) bound him to Twily’s old bed, then gave him a captivating show, slowly shaking those fine rumps back and forth like a hypnotist’s watch. He thought he’d never seen a plot as beautiful as Zerinyu’s well toned royal flank... until Zooy turned and revealed a perfectly aged Zebrican cake, decorated with lustful stripes and gifted with curves that outshone even Velvet’s!

With every slap of cheek against cheek they’d had him drooling, begging, his nostrils flaring at the exotic scent their endless twerking wafted his way. Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more butt-clapping teasing, the ruler of Zebrica had mounted his erection and kept him on edge for over an hour of thigh chafing, dick squeezing, womb stretching sex.

The elder stud had spent years building his stamina in pleasuring his adventurous and very demanding wife, bringing his endurance far past what most pony stallions could manage. Yet Zerinyu had driven him to nearly the point of madness with her stroking, clenching manipulations and denials. She was so much smaller and tighter than a pony, and his flare pressed forcefully into her cervix, preparing her womb for his seed. All as her mother teased his balls with lips and tongue, showing that her mouth was as talented at polishing sweaty nut sacks as at reading out royal speeches.

At the very moment Night Light thought the ecstatic torment would last forever, Queen Zerinyu shuddered with one last clenching maregasm and her mother crammed her tongue up Night Light’s ass, as far as it would go. Night Light screamed and unleashed torrents of seed into Zerinyu, a climax so fierce and voluminous that it was hard to believe Twilight Velvet had sucked a hearty “breakfast” out of her husband just this morning. The huge creampie had caused a near instantaneous impregnation of the zebra queen, creating an heir who would one day reign over Zebrica as Twilight Sparkle’s half-sibling.

Yet no sooner had Zerinyu climbed off Night Light’s throbbing prick than her mother had him buried deep in her throat, keeping him stiff with powerful suction and a firm hoof against his sensitive balls. Limp dicks were absolutely prohibited under the dominion of these two sexy zebras! As Zerinyu whispered into the unicorn’s ear, promising him the most delightful privileges as the sire of Zebrica’s future ruler, Zooy climbed atop the towering pillar of his stallionhood and drove herself deep, deep down until her sopping pussy lips soaked his crotch fur. Thanks to the skilled attentions of this more experienced mare, in his second round as zebra-dildo Night Light lasted only half an agonizing hour before he finally cried out, his balls unloading a second zebricorn foal into the womb of the still fertile GILF.

Though Night Light was excited to become a father once again, this was not what he had in mind when he’d agreed to help Twily forge an alliance with the zebras! What had happened to his idea of a friendly, relaxing inter-cultural bingo night?

At last Queen Mother Zooy freed Night Light’s lips from hers, smiling kindly at her well drained plaything. With the gentlest raise of her hoof, the mature zebra mare lifted a simple clay mug that Twily had made in summer camp, and poured more of that strange, foreign tea over Night Light’s muzzle.

“Just take one more sip of my mum’s homemade tea, and another performance we no doubt will see,” Zerinyu whispered, teasing Night Light’s sensitive ear with her sweet breath. The taste of the Zebrican tea was bitter, yet the brew filled his exhausted body with a raw sexual energy that he hadn’t felt since he was a colt, sneaking up to his bedroom with his very first dirty magazine.

“B-but you’re already pregnant!” Night Light protested, more tea spilling involuntarily down his throat as he opened his mouth. He didn’t know if he could survive another round with these powerful mares! Yet it seemed his cock felt confident in its chances, swiftly unsheathing and growing to an even larger erection than before.

Queen Zerinyu gently touched the pony’s dark blue testicles, wet with her own worshipful saliva, feeling the orbs throb with power beneath her hoof. “These balls have bred heroes, my dear Mr. Light,” she chuckled. “Your ‘Twily’ has signed them to me for the night. Just do as I tell you, my little DILF sweetie. We don’t want to tell her you’ve broken our treaty!”

“O-OK...” Night Light moaned, “I’ll do it, for peace, but be gentle? Please?”

Zerinyu’s mother frowned sternly at the presumptuous unicorn stallion, as if he were a naughty colt caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Save your pleas of mercy for the mares who’ll fuck you through the floor,” she urged firmly.

“W-what?” Night Light stammered. “More mares?”

As if in answer to his question, two more zebras trotted into Twily’s old bedroom and curtsied before their Queen, lustfully eyeing the bound stallion atop the fluid stained bed as they did. Night Light’s dick twitched as he beheld a beautiful mare who couldn’t have been much older than 18, who hid her face shyly behind a silken veil. She was accompanied by a mare Velvet’s age, whose body was covered with tattoos and bejewelled piercings, her neck kept straight and proud by a series of golden rings.

Zerinyu gracefully introduced the two new participants in Night Light’s seemingly endless evening. “The Duchess of Zalara, and her young daughter: a Zebrican diamond of the first water.”

The young mare nickered with arousal and coyly crossed her front legs. Though she had been a mere filly with sinful recency, she had a swagger and a sway in her hips which reminded Night Light of that wonderful day in high school when Twilight Velvet had claimed him as her mate. Meanwhile the Duchess spoke with confidence and presented a golden collar to Night Light in one hoof.

“This humble gift we bring our stud, in hopes his sperm will surge and flood.”

Night Light’s eyes went wide as the Duchess approached him, holding up the collar. Spelled out on the front in gleaming onyx and diamond was a single word in Zebrican... a word that Night Light recognized from a lustful night spent watching foreign porn with his kinky wife. To most ponies the graceful curves of black and white soon to adorn his neck would seem a mere abstract design, but any zebra would read that word and know in an instant that Night Light had been well and truly STRIPED.

The Duchess slipped the collar around Night Light’s muscular neck and fastened it tightly, as Zerinyu granted him another long and tongue filled kiss. Meanwhile, Queen Mother Zooy lifted the young mare’s tail in her mouth, holding it over her broad rump as the Duchess’ barely legal daughter inexpertly threw her plot back and clapped her cheeks at her stud to be.

“My virgin daughter, do not scorn, but grant to her a zebricorn,” the Duchess urged. Then she turned and presented her own hefty hindquarters to Night Light: a large and well exercised plot that cried out to be spanked and teased. “And if you wouldn’t mind, good sir, to fill me up as well as her?”

Night Light gulped even as two fat, black and white plots backed towards him, jiggling, bouncing, and eager to slip tight and squeezing cuntlips around his fiercely pulsing cock. He could only hope that whatever his wife was doing to help Twily forge this alliance was a little less exhausting...