After sharing a drink and studying a bit of the zebrican tongue for a few minutes. Aberash led Rose out into the yurt town, the tribe not being much larger than thirty yurts. After the week they had spent with the Moon Worshipers, the place felt small. Yet despite this, the mare did not feel very welcome, like she had in the last tribe. When it came to the stallions, most either regarded her with suspicion or openly leered at her, while the mares of the tribe did their best to simply ignore her.

The two wandered for an hour or so, with Aberash making sure to keep Rose occupied. She chatted animatedly, trying to keep the pegasus distracted and teach her some more of the language as they went. By the time they were finished, the sun was starting to sink on the horizon and they stood before Rose’s yurt. Xolani stood off to the side with his back to them, staring intently out into the grasslands past the other yurts. Her other stallions were nowhere in sight, presumably inside the shelter. Rose smiled at the sight of her stallion and hopped into the air, gliding over to him.

“Xolani!” She exclaimed, just before pouncing on him with a high-pitched giggle.

Xolani cried out with a happy laugh and spun about in her grasp to wrap her in a tight hug, “Rose, Xolani missed you! Did you enjoy your tour?” He glanced over her shoulder at the trailing mare, “Is this Aberash? The one Zephania named this tribe’s Medicine Mare?”

Rose nodded into his neck and then pulled him about to face her. “Xolani, this is Aberash. Aberash, this is one of my stallions, Xolani.” The mare gestured between the two with a wing.

“Ah, it is good to meet you, Aberash.” Xolani nodded respectfully and offered her his hoof.

“And it is good to meet one of this sweet mare’s stallions.” Aberash took his hoof with a smile, “Compass Rose told me about you.” Releasing his hoof, she leaned in to peck Rose’s cheek, “Unfortunately, I can’t stay to meet the rest. I have some chores I must attend. Until then, I hope to meet you at the fire tonight. And then,” She purred and nipped Rose’s ear, “perhaps I will return a little later~”

Rose giggled once again, nodding softly. “Until tonight.”

Aberash nuzzled her with a chuckle and turned to go, “Perhaps you will meet my daughter as well. I did not get to introduce you like I wished.” With a light flick of her tail Aberash trotted off, disappearing in the collection of nearby yurts.

Xolani held Rose close to his side and remained silent as he watched Aberash go. When she was gone however, he suddenly spun about, slowly moving her with him to stride into the yurt. The mare nuzzled him, reassuring him that she was following and that he needn’t rush her.

Inside, he gently pulled her down to his bed roll, “This tribe does not feel right to Xolani.”

“I’m pretty sure Aberash lied to me.” Rose revealed, looking to him while making herself comfortable.

“Mmmm, Xolani would not be surprised.” The stallion rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “They do not sing songs or tell stories, the stallions do not fawn over their mares, and the mares- Many of them should be round with foal, but they almost seem to avoid their stallions.”

“Aberash appears to be my mother’s age, but only has one child and she is nearly my age.” Rose continued, gently urging her stallion to join her, silently hoping that he would lay atop her.

He was quick to take the hint and slid over to rest on her back, causing her to shiver, before relaxing beneath him. His weight reassured her and eased her nerves. As he straddled her, Zuberi and Zephania filed in, the former going to lay by her side, while the latter went to sit across the fire.

“Welcome back~” Rose purred, exchanging a nuzzle Zuberi affectionately without disturbing Xolani, “I think Aberash lied to me.” Rose reiterated for Zephania.

“About?” Zephania asked with a hum as he stared into the fire.

“About Burnished Bronze’s party.” Rose sighed, “I didn’t press her, but I know a lie when I hear one. Lying is practically a second language in Canterlot.”

“I was beginning to suspect she might.” Zephania sighed, “I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, yet,” He continued finally looking up with a small smile, “...but we’re going to find out.”

“Secrets do not stay that way long with me and Zephania around.” A somewhat haughty sounding Uzoma spoke up, sliding into the yurt next to Rose.

“Welcome back, Uzoma~!” She chirped, happy to see all of her stallions back in their yurt, “She claimed that Burnished Bronze’s group left for the next tribe, but Polar didn’t mention anything about them going deeper into the Savannah. And whenever they came up, she really wanted to change the subject.”

“Well, you may be right, about her hiding something.” Uzoma nodded slowly, “I followed you, and Aberash was purposefully avoiding a specific section of the camp, directly across from ours. When I stopped to investigate, I noticed a few more warriors hanging about than the rest of the camp. They seemed to be acting aloof, but it was clear they were watching to keep strangers away. I briefly managed to sneak past a few of them and the only interesting thing in that area of the camp,” He took a slow breath, “...was a yurt with fertility symbols hanging from the entrance.”

“Y-you don’t think…?” Rose hesitated, her ears folding.

“I cannot be sure.” Uzoma shook his head with a small frown.

“Did you get close enough to smell the yurt?” She asked him pointedly.

“I wasn’t able to get close enough...” Uzoma shook his head almost shamefully, “There were too many warriors nearby.”

“Aberash told me the last trade company to pass through these parts, there was a mare that wanted to bed a few of the stallions.” She looked to Zephania pointedly, “Have you seen any tracks leaving the camp?”

“Yes.” Zephania nodded slowly. “But not enough for a company...”

“How many?” She asked worriedly.

“Only one or two in any given direction.” He declared gently, “And they all come right back.”

“I don’t like the sound of this…” Rose murmured.

“Neither do I.” Zephania assured her, “So tomorrow, we’re going to do a little more digging while you spend time with Aberash.”

Rose nodded in understanding. “We’ve been invited to some sort of party tonight. A fire at the center of the camp.”

“Then we’ll use it as a chance to get to know their chief.” Zuberi spoke up.

“Um...boys~?” Rose twiddled her forehooves worriedly, “I might’ve offered Aberash to come back with us after...and may have implied you would be interested in giving her some attention.”

Her stallions nickered amusedly then and Xolani nipped her ear playfully. “Just as well. We may be able to get information out of her~”

“That’s the idea~” Rose smiled giddily at his nip and her tail flicked, before looking to the others, “Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“No need to apologize, Rose.” Zuberi chuckled and kissed her cheek, “We are happy to entertain guests, though usually under better circumstances.”

“Can we all snuggle until it’s time to leave~?” She asked hopefully, before suddenly finding herself pony-piled by all four of her stallions.

Making their way through the yurts, Rose’s herd could see the bright glow from the bonfire in the middle of camp long before they reached it. The laughter of stallions and the beating of drums could be heard accompanying the crackle of the flames. When they finally made it to the edge of the clearing, the sight that greeted them was an enormous blaze with groups of stallions and their mares clustered about all over the clearing. Occasionally, one of the stallions would leap up to start dancing about the blaze, often dragging an uncomfortable looking mare with them. Sitting directly across the clearing from them, was Abidemi with a proud smirk on his lips as he watched the proceedings. Lying against his sides were a pair of young mares that couldn’t have even been Rose’s age, wearing cool, stoic expressions, while occasionally shooting furtive glances at one another.

Rose thought it an odd gathering, but not terribly so, merely a unique expression of celebration of one of the earthbound races. She didn’t share the convictions of superiority that some of her kin did, but at the same time, she was forced at this moment to find the zebra to be quite...quaint.

As they approached, Rose and her stallions began to draw the attention of those around then. While the drum players never stopped, she earned more than a few grins from the stallions, while the mares cast nervous, almost sympathetic looks her way. A few stallions even shot similar grins Uzoma’s way. When Abidemi caught sight of them, he raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. He didn’t even move from his place, merely throwing an arm over one of the young mares at his side in a lazy manner.

Rose looked about the circle of gathered zebras, searching for a place for her herd to join the circle. She didn’t have to wait long for a spot as Abidemi waved them over, motioning them to a place close to him and his mares. She casually trotted over to the place where he motioned for them, leading her stallions as she continued looking about the crowd.

“You must be the lovely Compass Rose.” Abidemi spoke up with a small grin, not bothering to hide a spark of lust in his eye as he looked her up and down, “My Medicine Mare told me of you. Please,” He patted the ground before him, “sit.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Abidemi.” Rose offered him, putting on her Canterlot mask to keep him from reading her expression too easily.

“Good to meet you as well~” The chieftain hummed, before looking to her stallions, “And you good stallions too.”

As he spoke, Rose’s stallions each nodded respectfully in turn, while casting a curious eye around the circle.

“Let me introduce you to my stallions,” Rose smiled fondly back at them, gesturing to each in turn, “Zephania, Zuberi, Uzoma and Xolani. We are touring the Savannah, visiting as many tribes as we can!”

“Ah, sightseeing then.” Abidemi hummed with a little smirk, “Well, I am glad you managed to come to our little corner of the Savannah on your trip.”

“We’re glad to be here.” Zephania replied with a small smile, “It has been a while since we spent any length of time with a proper tribe.”

“Full time wanderers, then?” Abidemi wondered, earning a quick nod from Zephania.

“I’m an amature expeditationary!” Rose chirped with an innocent smile.

“An adventurous spirit, then~” Abidemi chuckled and made to nibble one of his mares’ ears.

She shuddered when he did, but it didn’t appear to be a very positive reaction.

“So, is this bonfire to mark a special occasion? Some sort of holiday?” Rose enquired, hoping that she could get the stallion distracted from the mare that clearly didn’t want his attention.

“Oh, not really.” Abidemi chuckled once more, briefly diverting his attention away from the young mare, who shot Rose a nervous look, “The Kuchomwa have always been a very wild, carefree tribe. We simply felt like having a bonfire.”

“As a pegasus, I can sympathize with that.” Rose replied conversationally, “Some of us spend our entire lives never coming to the ground.”

“Really, now?” Abidemi cocked his head with a rather intrigued expression.

She nodded, “I spent most of my life in Cloudsdale, living high above Equestria, until I came of age. I spent a little time in the capital looking for a stallion, before I realized Canterlot wasn’t the place for me. So I left Equestria and…” Rose gestured about as if saying, now I’m here.

“You make it sound so simple.” Abidemi quirked an eyebrow, “It couldn’t have been easy to leave your home behind.”

“Once I was a mare, Cloudsdale wasn’t a home for me anymore, and Equestria was almost as alien to me as the Savannah.” Rose explained with a nonchalant shrug.

“Then perhaps you will find your home here on the Savannah~” Abidemi offered suggestively, “You would certainly be welcome here in my tribe.” As he spoke, he cast a cursory glance to her stallions, as though to include them.

“That is a gracious offer, but we cannot stay forever.” Zephania replied with a cool smile, “We have many places to go, and many new things to see.”

“I appreciate the offer, Abidemi.” Rose smiled, “We will have to see where the winds carry us~”

“Well, I hope the breeze lingers here for a while~” Abidemi replied and cast an eye over her form as he returned to nibbling at his young mare’s ear.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where is your herd?” Rose inquired, “I had hoped to meet them.”

Abidemi’s mares seemed to grow more nervous at the question, though the stallion merely smiled, “Ah, Aberash had a few chores to attend to with our daughter. She apologizes for not attending.”

“I imagine being a tribe’s medicine mare is quite the demanding job.” Rose offered him an understanding smile.

“Quite.” Abidemi nodded slowly.

“Well, don’t let me stop your festivities, I’ve heard about zebra-drummers and am excited to see such a celebration!”

“Feel free to take part~!” Abidemi chuckled, before suddenly furrowing his brow in confusion, “Weren’t there four stallions in your little group?”

“Of course, I-” Rose turned around to look, before noticing Uzoma missing, “Huh, I guess he drank too much before coming out…” She chuckled, before turning back around to offer Abidemi a casual smile.

“He did mention needing to relieve himself earlier.” Zephania nodded casually, “He has a habit of slipping away without disturbing the group.”

“I see...” Abidemi shrugged then and his smile returned, “Well, feel free to participate. I’m sure the lot of you will not lack for willing dance partners~”

“Come, Rose,” Zuberi stood then and offered the mare his hoof, “dance with your stallions~”

Rose took his hoof and stood, smiling brightly. “Gladly.”

The next she knew, she was being swept out into the center of the circle as her stallions danced and leapt around her. Rose leapt and bounded in kind, and she whooped in joy. What all the zebras then bore witness to was the pegasus flaring her wings, not for flying, but as a display, introducing them into her dancing. It was as if this mare had been taught by the ostrich and had incorporated their wing-play into her own dance. Rose suddenly found all eyes upon her. Many of the stallions watching and dancing stared at her with open lust, while a few bore softer looks of admiration like those her own herd threw her way. She even received a few admiring looks from the mares, those who had appeared uncomfortable thus far relaxing some as they watched. Yet Rose seemed largely oblivious to the attention she was garnering, focusing on her stallions.

As she danced with them, she slowly fell into the spirit of the celebration and the dance with her stallions slowly took on a more openly sensual tone, not so much flirting with them, as honoring them and their masculinity. Her stallions readily adopted the change and began to honor her in kind. Spinning about her, they began to deliver quick kisses and soft caresses that seemed to give the impression that they were worshiping her through their dance. Though none of them knew it, Rose was connecting with something from the ancient past of the pegasi as she danced with them, her inhibitions slowly fading and her flirtations returned in response to her stallions’.

The next she knew, four new zebra leapt into their wild dance, three mares and one slightly older stallion. Slipping in when they saw an opening, each mare briefly nuzzled one of her stallions, before stepping into the center to give her a respectful bow as they danced. There was a moment, but a brief flash of something violent, a repressed warrior’s spirit, at the moment of interruption...then, it was gone. Beating her wings, she controlled the dance like she controlled a storm, conducting the mares and leading them in flirting with her stallions. The mares followed willingly, submitting to Rose’s will, while each of them seemed to pick a favorite.

As for the older stallion, he danced around the edge of the little gathering with Rose’s stallions, seeming to offer each of them a respectful, stallionly greeting. With that done, he bowed his head to Zephania, as though asking for permission. When Zephania nodded and the dance continued to whirl around them, the old stallion slipped into the center and bowed, as his mares had. However, when he intruded upon her dance, the mare seemed not to welcome him, but to challenge him. She was not overtly hostile, but she was aggressive - just who did he think he was he to intrude on her stallions’ dance?

In reply, he took on a proud, masculine posture in his dance, displaying his own strength and physique. Meanwhile, at her aggressive posture, his mares began to join Rose’s stallions in their flirtations, as though asking for her favor. At his posturing, Rose began to nip him roughly, bumping into and shouldering him, testing him. He rose to her challenge with a gusto, nipping and shouldering her in return, refusing to back down. Finally placated, she gave the stallion a headbutt into formation with her stallions, letting them decide if he was worthy of her; if he was, he was part of their dance as much as she was. What followed was another series of aggressive posturings as he exchanged bites and soft blows with her stallions. One by one, he earned her stallions’ approval, before joining them in their worshipful dance. Rose found it odd, including another stallion, but seeing that he had earned her stallions’ approval, she also teased and flirted with him as well as her own stallions. With their four new additions, the dance seemed to grow wilder and more intense. The next Rose knew, all four stallions were beginning to drop from their sheaths, while the mares began swishing and lifting tail to both them and Rose.

As the spectacle unfolded, half of those present began to watch eagerly, while the other half became swept up in the revelry, turning Rose’s group into the center of a figurative storm of bodies. All around them, stallions and mares danced wildly, some even mounting each other right then and there. Rose glanced at what she had wrought, with a little surprise and a bit of concern. This was not her, this was not the act of a pony, let alone one of her pedigree. Yet, she had done this. As she gazed upon the frenzy of dancing limbs and rising moans, her stallions and their guests took notice of her discomfort; their nuzzles became more comforting and encouraging, and she leaned into their affections despite herself. When she did, her stallions gently nudged her toward the stallion that had joined them, before he softly nibbled at her neck.

The mare almost bit at him, quite unused to the idea of letting another stallion flirt with her. In return, the stallion backed off slightly, before tentatively continuing his flirtations, tugging softly at her mane this time. Rose loosed a soft nicker despite herself, before roughly bumping him in play. The stallion nickered eagerly in return and bumped her back, before starting to nibble his way down her neck. This time she didn’t warn him off with a bite, but hesitantly allowed him to continue. Onward he went, trailing his way down her back as he brushed against her sides. The mare tentatively nipped his neck as he worked, her wings standing tall. Next she knew, he was nibbling experimentally along the length of one wing as he stepped past.

Rose’s breath caught then and she pressed her snout into his neck, “Careful~” She murmured, “D-don’t disturb the feathers~”

“As you wish~” He cooed and began nibbling more tenderly, causing Rose to moan softly.

The stallion hummed softly in response and began moving under her wing toward her rear, when he did, the mare playfully draped her tail over his head and between his ears. He whickered eagerly at that and gently pressed his nose to her rump to take a deep whiff; the pegasus was clearly excited, her feminine spice filling his nose as she stood there receptively. Growling excitedly, he delivered a long, slow lick up her labia, before giving her rump a soft nibble; earning a not so reserved goose in response. He snorted deeply at that and she could hear a loud slap, as he tried to spin about to stand behind her, only for the mare to hop weightlessly on her hooves and briefly latch onto his thigh from the front. When she did, he snorted once more and instead hopped up to mount her from the front, where he nipped playfully at her shoulders.

Holding onto his hind-leg with one arm, Rose began to stroke his belly, her hoof caressing his erogenous zone, even as she twisted her head to nibble playfully on his dock. As she played with him, his penis slapped up against his belly once more and he used his grip on her shoulders to try and spin her around beneath him, only for her to latch onto his dock with a playful growl. He loosed a masculine growl in return and bit at her rump, before shifting as though to stand over her face. The mare nickered pleasantly at his teeth, only jumping slightly at his roughness. Releasing his tail, the mare leaned down to kiss his taint, as if asking for his patience. He nickered softly and managed to hold himself still.

Twisting her head around, she nuzzled into his sheath, giving it a soft kiss. He wickered in pleasure at the gesture and gently thrust forward to rub his groin over her muzzle, only for her to roll with it and nuzzle his testes, bouncing one then the other. The mare tittered softly and amused herself with his balls for a moment, before he then tried to grind them gently against her nose. Finally, her amusement at its end, she flipped her tail across his face. When she did, he snorted and pulled back his hips, seeming to try and line up with her muzzle, only to earn a soft nip to the inside of his thigh. At that, he instead tried to twist her around beneath him again. The mare then tried to leap out from beneath him with a playful chortle, only for him to yank her right back and give her neck a playful, possessive bite. However, when he did, the mare twisted and threw her shoulder into a tackle, returning the bite in kind. Momentarily taken by surprise, he whinnied and wrapped his arms around her to try and wrestle her to the ground, only for the mare to have already gotten the upperhoof and take him to the ground first. However, once there, she held onto him, snuggling into his chest, seemingly content to be held for the moment.

He stopped and blinked in confusion at that, but did not protest, offering her a hug, even as his mares and her stallions began plowing each other. Rose leaned into his neck, then affectionately nibbling his neck as her hot, slick juices began to drip onto his hard shaft. With a nicker at the sensation, he leaned up to give her mane a tug and tried to roll her over, only for the mare to pin him with a playful growl. Growling deeply, he gave her neck a rough bite in retaliation. Rose hissed softly at his bite, nuzzling into his neck placatingly, though she continued to insist on laying atop him. Gnawing playfully at her neck, the stallion lay still then, allowing her to do whatever she wished. Cooing pleasantly at his gnawing, she began to wriggle her rump atop his length, no longer feeling the need to pin him and so embraced him, while he ground against her in return. The moment he began to grind against her, she nickered eagerly and began to move in concert with his hips, before he suddenly pulled back to offer her a kiss. Rose pecked him playfully with a teasing grin, encouraging him to continue, which he gladly did, hungrily diving his tongue into her mouth.

Dancing with his tongue, he soon found her labia riding further and further up his length. As she did, he grabbed her hips and gently encouraged her up to his crown. Going with his encouragement, she suckled hard on his tongue and ground her slick groin into his glans, winking around him, trying to tease him further. Whinnying hungrily, her lover began to steadily pull her down onto his shaft, only for her to stop and gyrate her hips at his glans. When she did, he began to flare and gave a loud snort, before thrusting up into her instead. Rose nickered pleasantly into their kiss and grinned, continuing to gyrate her hips as he thrust, that seeming to be exactly what she wanted. Growling victoriously, he began to steadily thrust up into her from where he lay, only for Rose to abruptly drop her hips. He whinnied lustfully as her hips met his own and he held the position, grinding firmly against her.

Pulling back from the kiss, she nuzzled him, with flared wings. “Like pegasus~?”

“I think I do~” He purred deeply.

“Bounce me.” She commanded and without a moment of hesitation, he began to lift her and drop her right back down with his hooves. Nipping his nose she shook her head, pulling his hooves away. “Use your hips.” With a grin, he began to thrust firmly up against her, earning a loud, enthusiastic nicker. “Good stallion~!”

Rose began to ride him then, meeting his thrusts with drops of her hips, flapping her wings for leverage, as he threw his head back with a blissful whinny. Around them, Rose’s stallions threw them approving grins as they plowed the other mares, and the rest of the gathering seemed to have their eyes intently upon her as well, the stallions devouring the fiery pegasus with their eyes. Somewhere in all of the excitement, Rose had forgotten her inhibitions and was now riding the cock of another stallion, with nothing but excitement and bliss, grinning broadly at his reaction.

Deep inside her, she could feel him throbbing as their hips slapped together and he leaned up to chew sensually on her throat, causing her wings to become steadily stiffer. Rose herself, seemed to slowly lose herself to the pleasure, as easily as she might if he were one of her own stallions. As they lost themselves to their pleasure, he brought his forehooves up to caress her back and experimentally massaged her wing-shoulders. Almost immediately, the stallion felt her melt, her sex heating up as she came to a lesser-climax, only to start riding him harder and faster. Seeming to take the escalation as a challenge, he suddenly threw his weight forward, meaning to reverse their positions. Instead, he found his face buried in her shoulder as he rested upon his rump. Rose flapped her wings as she repositioned herself to continue, not even seeming to care that he was trying to take over, only wanting to keep fucking. She felt him throb hard at that as he made one last attempt to change position, yet again throwing himself forward, receiving a soft, reproachful nip.

“Not on my back.” She whispered into his ear, awkwardly bouncing herself along with her hooves to his shoulders.

“Does it bother your wings?” He asked her gently.

She nodded softly, but added with a moan, “Claustrophobic.”

He gave her a soft kiss then, “Not on your back then. But I need to mount you~” He purred headily.

“Need~?” She challenged him, nibbling playfully at his ear.

“I want to see those wings stiffen beneath me as I pull your mane and fuck you silly~” He growled hungrily.

“And I want to see you groan with need as you follow my rhythm.” She grinned, nipping playfully at his nose.

He snorted and bit her neck in reply, “So fierce...I would negotiate the right to stud you if I thought your stallions would accept.”

Despite herself, her sex gave him a little squeeze then; as if rewarding him, she leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Shoulders soft, withers and neck stiff~”

Grinning as he felt her body’s reaction, he had one hoof softly massage her shoulder, while the other firmly kneaded her withers, earning a playful nip to his withers to correct him. Snorting in understanding, he gave her neck an almost savage bite, causing her to cry out in pain; yet despite her cry, she did not stop riding him and her wings went stiff as rebar. Grinning as he tested her instructions, he released her neck to chew on her shoulders. The mare did indeed loosen up a little, though nowhere to the extent that she had, when he had his hooves upon her wing-shoulders. With that confirmed, he bit down on her neck once more and began humping rapidly up into her. The mare’s body went stiffer and she stopped bouncing in his lap, to instead gyrate her hips as she moaned happily. In a few more thrusts, he suddenly pulled her tight against his lap and burst deep inside her with a primal whinny. Rose ground into his hips with a similarly base whinny, to the point where his crown and sheath hurt a little at the pressure she was putting on him as she flooded over his length. When she did, he wrapped her in a tight hug and fell back to relax with her for a while.

“Giving up?” She taunted him huskily.

“Catching my breath~” He chuckled, “We’re not done quite yet.”

Rose laughed suddenly and nipped his neck. “I never even got your name~” She snorted, “What the Tartarus is wrong with me tonight? Have I gone mad?”

“Possibly~” He snickered, “My name is Olabode.”

“Compass Rose.” She kissed his nose softly then, “What does your name mean?”

“Wealth returns.”

Rose grinned and kissed his nose softly, “Well, Olabode, let’s see how you perform while winded~” She snickered, trying to wiggle out of his grip. He held her tight instead and latched onto the crook of her neck with a possessive growl, causing her to moan softly. Pressing into his ear, she whispered, “I’ll make it worth your while, letting me up~”

He hummed thoughtfully, before slowly releasing her. Kissing his ear, she pulled herself off of his cock, some of his contributions leaking out onto his chest then. Rather than stepping off of him, she moved forward until she was standing over his head and lowered her soiled loins to his nose. He snorted as their combined scents washed over him, and leaned in to readily lick her well used sex, her clit winking for his attention. However, rather than continue, once he got a good taste, he rolled to his hooves out from under her. Grabbing her hips before she could react, he pulled her back under him.

However, unlike last time, though she nickered in surprise at being marehandled, she merely dug her hooves in and steadied herself. When she did, he grabbed her mane in his teeth and gave it a good yank as he lined his crown up with her labia, Rose whinnying loudly at his roughness and her wings extending with a pomf of air, quite thoroughly erect. Nickering excitedly, he thrust forward and hilted with one smooth stroke, and a slap of their hips. Olabode suddenly realized just how strong and athletic the mare really was, when he found his flare held firm in her depths as he dragged out a now ragged whinny of pleasure from her.

At that, he leaned in to growl in her ear, “I’m going to plow you until your stallions have to carry you home.”

Easing up on his member only meant that her muscles began to milk him passionately. “Don’t make a mare a promise your hips can’t keep~” Rose growled challengingly, and he merely snorted in reply and gave her one more hump. “You’ve got a nice cock, Olabode. Remember ponies are used to girth, not length.” Was the last bit of advice she offered him, before he set to plowing her.

Her voice rose pleasurably over the din, wings going stiff on either side of the stallion as she braced herself with spread legs.

Rose was both tired, but also still wound from the tribal ‘party', as she lay with their combined herds - still minus Uzoma. Once the lot of them had worked their lust out, Olabode had cleaned Rose up, as had her stallions for his mares. Now the lot of them were laying in a zebrapile.

As they did, Olabode began to nuzzle and nibble her mane, “I must thank you for the wonderful time.”

Rose smiled fondly and purred affectionately at the attention, “Is what we did alright?” She asked, now that her stallions were not otherwise occupied.

Zephania chuckled and leaned over to offer her a loving nuzzle from the other side, “Very alright. In some tribes, even expected~”

“In some more than others...” Olabode nodded with a wry smile.

Rose finally nuzzled Olabode back, “Hmm…?”

Olabode merely shook his head and pecked her lips, “Nothing to worry about. Will you folk be staying a while?”

Rose shrugged, rubbing noses with him, “A few days, maybe more.” Expecting her Zephania to give a more accurate answer.

“Two, maybe three at most while we work on finding our friends’ trail.” Zephania chimed in right on time.

“Ah. Well, I would not stay too long.” Oalbode urged them with a friendly smile, “ Wouldn’t want them to get too far ahead now.”

“I’ve never heard a stallion give me that line before…” Rose put on a faux pout.

Olabode chuckled and nipped her lips with a growl, as Zephania went back to grooming one of the other mares, “Believe me, if the choice was mine, I would have you and your stallions stay with my herd a long while~”

“You could always come with...” Rose whispered, “We could start our own little tribe~”

If she didn’t know any better, it almost seemed like something sad flickered behind his eyes as he shook his head with a soft smile, “No. My place is here, watching over my family.”

Rose kissed his cheek tenderly, “I understand.”

“Thank you, Rose~” He nickered at her kiss and looked around at his occupied mares, “Now, late as it is, I should probably get my mares home.”

Rose pouted playfully then, “If you must~” She pecked his cheek and offered him a thankful nuzzle.

“I must, unfortunately.” He nodded and stood with a sad sigh, giving her neck a playful nip as he nodded for each of his mares to rise.

“Don’t be a stranger~” Rose purred, shivering at his teeth.

“Never~” He purred in return, before playfully pulling each of his mares away from their goodbyes with Rose’s stallions.

Rose approached Xolani, nuzzling him and sidling up against him affectionately, looking to see that he had a good time himself.

“Well, they were a nice herd.” Xolani declared with a loving nicker as he made to wrap his arms around her, earning a soft nicker from his mare, who in turn nibbled him thankfully.

Rose hadn’t been looking for what had transpired, indeed, when it had begun, she was a little apprehensive. Now that she had partaken, however, she was happy her stallions had not only allowed Olabode to approach her, but encouraged her to enjoy herself. Still, there was an odd nagging sensation at the back of her mind that something...strange had happened back there. She would’ve died of embarrassment over starting an orgy like that just a few months prior, and yet, even recognizing that she had started it, she chose to continue.

“Well, with our new friends departing, shall we return to our own yurt?” Zephania asked her curiously.

The mare glanced at her lead stallion and nodded, giving Xolani’s mane a soft pull back toward the yurt, looking to lead them back. “Good night everybody~” She called out to those few still left about the fire and her stallions quickly rose to follow.

It was fairly late when Rose’s herd made it back to their yurt, filing inside one by one. Zephania stopped briefly outside to check behind them. However, when he turned back around, he found himself being pulled into a passionate kiss from his mare; graciously accepting, he relaxed for a long moment, simply enjoying her presence. As they kissed, she could still taste traces of another mare upon his lips and tongue, which she actually found a little attractive. Her stallion held onto their kiss for a long, lustful moment, before pulling back to nibble at her lip. Cooing at his masculine behavior, Rose stepped in and wrapped her wings affectionately around his neck, while nuzzling his nose.

“Did you enjoy Olabode~?” He asked with a purr.

“Almost as good as you boys,” She replied in kind, “...but I get to keep you.”

“And we, you~” Zuberi nickered, stepping up behind her. Without even thinking about it, the mare’s tail hiked, prompting him to snort and lean in for an appreciative sniff. Realizing what was happening, she shivered, wondering if her stallion was going to make a move on her. Instead, he simply stepped forward and lay his head on her back, to nibble at her spine. At his nibbling, she moaned softly and began to rub her neck up and down his own, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Still need attention?” He asked with a chuckle as Zephania leaned in to chew on her neck.

Rose tittered softly. “You’re the one chewing on me.” She reminded him, shivering harder with the two of them.

“Mmmm, true.” Zephania snickered and both stallions slowly backed off, “You will need your rest for the night.”

“Just because we need our rest doesn’t mean you have to stop.” She smiled sweetly, “I’m rather fond of the idea of falling asleep in a sensual pile~”

“Say no more~” Zuberi purred and urged her forward into the yurt, alongside his fellow stallions.

Rose leaned into her stallion’s side, rubbing her cheek against his neck as she followed without hesitation. Together, the three of them returned to the yurt, closing the door behind them as they headed for bed. The mare lay herself down first, making herself comfortable for her stallions to pile about her. In short order, she found herself pinned beneath Zuberi, as the others snuggled into either side and began nibbling sensually at her neck. Soon enough, her wings went stiff, brushing up against Zuberi’s ribs. Her stallions immediately shifted position then, allowing her to stretch them out.

“You three are merciless~” She chuckled softly.

“Only the best for our wonderful mare.” Zephania chuckled in turn as he offered her a kiss.

Just as he did, the door opened and Uzoma stepped inside, “I’m ba- Are you starting without me?”

Rose’s ears perked up and her eyes snapped to the door, “Yes.” She chirped innocently, “Now get over here!”

“If any of you are interested, I found Aberash and followed her.” Uzoma hummed and trotted over to give her ear a kiss, one she eagerly returned.

“I missed you.” Rose cooed, gently taking Uzoma by the mane and pulling him into the pile.

“And I, you~” Uzoma nickered in return, joining the others in gnawing at her neck. “I thought it odd that she would not attend the gathering.” He explained, “Do you remember that strange yurt I mentioned before, with the fertility symbols?”

“Yeah~” Rose moaned delightfully, making it less than clear whether she was responding to him, or just really enjoying the treatment; before nosing Uzoma back, toward her wing-shoulder.

“That is where Aberash went, along with one other mare.” Uzoma informed her with a frown, “Several stallions came and went during the celebration, appearing to have achieved satisfaction. However, when Aberash and the other mare left, neither appeared to have participated in such acts.”

This seemed to sober the mare up enough to distract her, splitting her attention, “Are you certain?”

Her other stallions now seemed interested as well and eased up on Rose as they turned their ears to listen.

“Very certain.” Uzoma nodded slowly.

“We need to figure out what’s going on.” Rose hummed thoughtfully, “What happened to inviting her back?”

“I felt it best to return quickly, lest I draw unwanted attention.” Uzoma explained quietly as he nibbled up and down one of her ears, earning a passionate moan from her.

“Would one of you mind fetching her now~?” Rose asked sweetly.

“I shall fetch her with great haste.” Uzoma nodded and kissed her cheek, before turning to go.

Only for her to latch onto his ear, “Oh, no. I haven’t had you all evening.” She growled in protest, “Mine.”

Uzoma nickered amusedly and Xolani made to stand instead, “Xolani shall fetch her in your stead.”

“Hurry back~” Rose cooed, wrapping her arms around Uzoma’s neck and starting to nibble on him.

“As you command.” Xolani called back as he trotted out the door.

“Zuberi, will you massage my wing-shoulders, please~?”

“Of course~” He prummed and leaned back to start working her wing-shoulders with his hooves, “Now you just relax and let yourself drift away in our embrace.”

“Yes, Love.” Rose cooed tiredly.

“You are in capable hooves.” Zephania cooed in reply, before sitting up to massage her main shoulders just ahead of Zuberi.

Rose nuzzled his belly softly and he leaned down to nuzzle her in return, silently urging her to rest. She kissed his belly then, before laying her head down obediently. With that, her stallions settled into their tasks, easing her into sleep.