Harem Alliance

"I'm telling you, I'm not the type of stallion who does this sort of thing," huffed Chuckle Mask, stepping into the motel accompanied by his zebra employer. "I don't sleep with other stallions. It's nothing personal, I just don't swing that way."

"You misunderstand the task I have given," smirked the zebra, ushering him along. "Though your homophobic remarks will be forgiven."

"I'm not homophobic," he answered. "That's not what I meant. Whatever makes them happy, I'm perfectly fine letting them do. But with each other, not me. I like mares. Please, don't make me do this..."

"Don't fret," smirked the zebra. "In the aftermath, you'll find that I've sent you down a very loving path. It's paved with understanding, not with plain stone. A mare waits for you, and for you, she will moan."

Chuckle looked back "Seriously?"

The zebra nodded as he turned the key in the lock.

"Dude, you should have led with that. I'd have been way more into that."

As they stepped into the suite, the zebra flopped down on the couch. "Here's what will happen in this room today. You and a mare will be made to play. I will watch while sitting over here, while you fill her pussy with your mighty spear."

"Sounds good," smiled Chuckle. "Where is she?"

The zebra nodded at the door that led to the bedroom. "Do not forget the voucher's powers. You two will keep me entertained for a full two hours."

"Yeah, perhaps more, at no extra charge," smirked Chuckle, walking over to the door and knocking on it. "I'm going to rock her world so hard that she's going to beg me to keep going."

"I certainly hope that this is the case." The zebra already had his cock out, and was lightly stroking it. "You may not feel the same once you see her face."

"Why? Is she ugly, or something?"

The door opened, and a mare stepped out. "No..."

Chuckle's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "You cannot be serious!" he shouted. "Really?"

"I suggest you start boning, your time begins now," said the zebra, massaging his balls. "Blowjob comes first, and then you two plow."

As if their bodies were forced to move, Chuckle stepped backward into a chair. His dick instantly erected itself, despite his objections.

The mare sniffled as she positioned herself between his knees. "Big brother..."

"It's not me, Weepy," he said, trying to avoid looking at her face. His neck wouldn't move, no matter how he pulled, but his eyes darted away. "I'm sorry."

Her hoof moved down between her legs and began to play with herself as she began to lick his underside, occasionally nuzzling his balls. "You smell wonderful," she choked, as if she were trying to resist the words. "I can't wait to feel your cock inside me."

"And I can't wait to feel your insides wrapped around me," he blurted out, not even able to register what he'd said until after he'd said it. "I want you so bad. You have no idea how long I've wanted this..."

"Or how long you were," she forced, along with a coquettish giggle. To accentuate this, she dragged her tongue from the base to his head, rubbing the tip of her tongue around the end of his urethra.

The zebra moaned and squirmed, clearly enjoying himself as he watched. He was hard as a rock, licking his teeth as he stroked his cock with his right hoof, his left weighing his balls.

Weeping Mask opened her jaw and started to swallow Chuckle's dick into her mouth. He tilted his head back and let out a long, guttural moan as his member was warmed by her tight, wet throat. It took mere seconds for him to forget his situation, and he felt some of his tension slip away. His dick twitched a bit, and, despite the spell not making him do so, moved his right hoof onto her cheek.

She went down as far as she could, then, applying gentle suction, slowly pulled herself back up, wiggling her tongue against the big vein running along his length. When she reached his tip, she went back down again, and sucked a bit harder and slower as she came back up.

She then dipped down between his legs, slurping and sucking on his balls as she ran her hoof along his shaft. There were even a few instances where she lifted his balls with her nose so she could tongue his arsehole.

As his head rolled back down, Chuckle suddenly remembered who was doing this. A twinge of pain shot through him as he tried to bolt in shock, but the magic forced him to stay. "Let me see how wet that pussy is, sis," he found himself saying.

As she swallowed his cock once more, she held up her hoof, drenched in her juices. Grabbing her by the wrist, he inhaled deeply, cementing the scent of her sex permanently in his mind. There was nothing he could do to suppress this memory. He would know for the rest of his life the scent of his sister's arousal.

He slowly licked her hoof, letting the taste linger on his lips. Every breath drew her scent further into his lungs, growing stronger and stronger. Every taste heightened his desire to mount her, as much as he was trying to suppress it. While the civilised part of his brain was screaming at him how wrong this was; that he shouldn't be licking up his sister's mare cum from her hoof while she sucked him off, the more basic part of him was demanding that he pin her down and drill the ever-loving shit out of her. She was a mare; one that was very aroused and ready to be fucked hard. He was a stallion, with big, heavy balls just loaded with semen. He was aching to shoot as much of that as he could into her ovaries and make a baby with her. But he also didn't want that.

Weeping Mask suddenly pulled back up. Chuckle had been so enthralled in fighting off his primal urges that he'd forgotten that she'd been choking on his cock for the last minute, and hadn't been breathing. "I can't take it anymore!" she shouted, pulling her hoof away and turning away from him, bowing to the floor and spreading her legs. As she lifted her tail, her glistening slit beckoned him entry. "I need you inside of me, big brother! Right fucking NOW!!"