“YUKO WAPI!?!*” A question that sounded more akin to a warcry. A sickly and ill- stricken vapor sliced its way through the surrounding area like a hawk diving towards its prey. The Mistress of the Siri was “YUKO WAPI HUYO KAHABA WA BLUU*” This time the source of fury was peaked with a menacing aura that made any approach a near impossible endeavor. The ever growing wisps of volatile green ether flowed through the stagnant air of the underground hideout of stone that many Siri resided in.

The thin strings of the smokey and putrid magicka gave birth to the sight of who was on the warpath. It was Zecora and she was beyond infuriated and her magic seemed to seeth as much as she did. The growing calamity that was Zecora, seemed to spread more wildly as the floor acted like an infected limb as Zecora foul magic coursed through the veins of the floor. Leaving a trial of this blackened tar to linger behind her. The mountainously heavy sounds of her stride came to a sudden and abrupt halt.

In front of Zecora stood a haggard and aged looking griffon, dawning the same garb as Zecora or other Witch Doctors within the Siri. She impeded Zecora’s advancement, showing no form of fear for the enraged mare. Before a sensation of insignificance drowned her, followed by a very sharp strike to her forehead by the elders staff with the staff staying planted on its point of impact. Zecora winced at the strike, reactively reaching with her hands towards the pained area to try and futility bring it some form of relief from the strike. Her attempt was stopped by the well staff that bore the Sigil of a long forgotten deity.

“I wasn’t aware you were still a hatchling that couldn’t control their magic properly still. Or is there a justified reason for such a tantrum.” The wizened, elder griffon asked. Zecora found herself in pause of the elder's words. A deep breath that swelled her chest and made her feel twice as big was quickly released. Followed by the rapid retreat of the once rampant magic. “That’s better. Now act with a level head. Understood hatchling?”

“Yes, teacher. My outburst was unbecoming to the Coven and the Siri.” Zecora said, her figure taking a deep bow. Zecora had let herself run wild in anger after hearing the repeat. “Thank you for correcting my mistake.”

“Very good. Now excuse me, hatchling.” The elder said as she strode right by Zecora as she undid the harm her pupil had done. “I must tend to the wake of your… fit.”

Slowly, the floor beneath her talons turned to its natural state of being and the malformed veins in the ground quickly diminished from sight. Zecora chuckled to herself, despite her rank and achievements. She was still just a hatchling to that old bird of a teacher. She was one of many she had, but she was one of the few that still treated her like her student instead of superior. It was a strange place to be, to be the second most prominent Siri here and being told off like a toddler in the most passive and calm manner.

“I think… It’s best before I deal with that Blue Harlot that I get a drink…” Zecora thought to herself as she broke free from her reminiscing and entered a deep desire for alcohol to make all this headache go away for a bit. “…or four.”

“Rainbow Dash…Rainbow Dash…Rainbow Dash…” Zakia murmured in a loose and lazy tone to himself as he rubbed his temple. Rainbow Dash had proven to be a rather rebellious mare, time after time she had gotten a yak’s ass hair away from ruining everything for the Siri. “What the hell am I gonna do about you?”

At first she was proven useful with her slutty nature mixed with the growingly loose populace. This time was different, now unchecked antics have become problematic for the Siri in a very major way. The fact he was already at his wits end with so many things, stacking on the lack of sleep had made him more irritable and less willing to deal with the day. It did not matter what he wanted right now, What mattered was what the Siri required. To squelch this constantly buzzing annoyance. What he needed to do was act in the best interest of the Siri and handle it now. If she wasn't an element of harmony she would have been disposed of on the first offense. Though it was not like he had not tried to rein her in before. He tried fucking her into submission, but unlike most. She wasn't submissive but she wasnt dominant either but rebellious. He was taught the best way to break a rebellious spirit is to leave one powerless to do anything.

Sexual punishment of any kind, be it mild or extreme. She got off on that more than anything. Resulting in any punishment wasn't ‘really’ a punishment at all but rewarding her in her own warped way. Unless he wanted to start harming her with physical punishments. Which he was never keen on when it came to mares. Why damage something you desire or will desire you? Regardless if he wanted to or not. He couldn’t risk damaging her in such a way. He had entertained the idea of re-educating her like they would most be when brought into Siri. His options were extremely limited and most were not effective enough. He believed that his mark on her would have been enough, like it had been on Fluttershy. It almost seemed like something was incomplete.

“Damnable mare…” An exasperated sigh escaped Zakia’s lips. “Maybe locking her up for the time being would be the best course of action.” His words soon became thoughts as he considered his options, but before he could finish another mental sentence, the door opened. A Siri agent, with a sense of urgency across her face entered the room.

She was surprisingly small, while being rather petite. The mare stood maybe four feet tall, her hair long and reaching beyond her back, littered with a dozen and a half different trinkets and charms from ‘home’. Her eyes a vibrant green as her face was very soft looking, a large chemical burn though rested across half chest. Despite how soft and gentle she looked, she wasn’t some meek little mare by the way she held herself. Zakia didn’t notice how much he had missed ‘home’ and yet Zecora had been here for so much longer. It was a nice remembrance of ‘home’ as such charms and such could not be worn in the field. It was a pleasant sight and a powerful reminder of what he was fighting for… what all the Siri were fighting for… For their home to be restored and not worry about the searing wrath of the Sun. Zakia found himself lost in his own thoughts till the mare spoke up a bit louder.

“Sir? Sir!?” The mare in question looked a bit concerned and her voice changed to reflect this. She was already concerned when she walked in and saw how tired Zakia looked. “Sir, is something the matter?”

“N-no, It’s nothing. Just lost in thought” Zakia' stammered slightly as he brought himself back from his own thoughts. “What did you come to report?”

“Understood.” Gathering herself once more before carrying on with her intent. “Sir. There's a problem, Rainbow Dash has caused the operation site, designation 8Q, to go into hibernation due to the Sun's direct presence and the area being scorched beyond use.” Zakia raised a curious eyebrow, but allowed the Siri to continue. “The location has been exposed but due to its inactivity it has been without personnel for several months. Due to the nature of the site and what it contained. No documentation of any kind was left at the site.” She watched her leader's expression grow very dark and somewhat overbearing.

“8Q, why were they even near that place?” Zakia asked, his voice leaving a lingering sensation of annoyance and tension. The mare in front of him stiffened up. “There was no reason as far as I am aware to be anywhere near that.”

“She was enroute back from a mission. It seems she… dived into a rouge thunderstorm and crashed into the 8Q site after being struck by lightning.” The Siri explained, her voice becoming a little weaker with concern. “We are still piecing everything together.”

The room temperature lowered a few degrees before the mare could finish her sentence as a spine tingling sensation writhed all the way up to her ears. She had her eyes locked on her leader and what she saw was a mix of fear and awe. Zakia’s demenoir went from steadily boiling anger to one that literally chilled the air, the markings of his blessing glowing like a glowfly in summer. The markings had an icy chill behind them and seemed to freeze over the skin and fur near the markings. His eyes were a soft blue with a piercing white forming in the middle. She felt dread wash not over her but around her, it was like when you put your hand slightly away from the flame. It doesn’t hurt but the sensation is there, it was a weird sensation but it was clear she wasn't the target of her leader's ire.

Though she was left confused. The chilly nature of everything she was seeing. It wasn't what she was told to expect. This chill itself that Zakia was releasing wasn't expected at all. She was told their leader was blessed by their goddess of Fertility and Growth. A goddess that was warm, said that being around her was enough to feel like you were receiving the best hug that warmed both your body and soul. This… this isn't warm. Whatever this power was, she didn'tGon believe it was the Goddesses blessing but something else. She started to feel the nipping at her hoof and her body started to shake. Looking at herself, she was slowly being covered by a thin layer of ice. She was now fearful of the one she was supposed to follow.

She felt her life was coming close to an end before the entire situation changed. In an instance when the sharp voice cut through the room.

“Tulia mwenyewe*” A female voice called out, followed by a powerful crunch of flesh meeting flesh. The one who stood between her and Zakia was an unexpected but welcomed sight. It was Zecora. Currently her fist had a dribble of blood on it, while Zakia had a bloody nose that stopped fairly quickly after the cold got to it. Leaving the strain frozen on his face. She was the only person who was revered the same as Zakia, if not more by some because of her efforts. “You, leave. Head to a healer, rest till I can come and check on you.” A long pause of silence followed between the Siri leader and his second in command. She did feel the chill start to dissipate slowly. Allowing her to move once more, but the bite of the cold still held strong. “I need to speak with this fool alone”

The Mare nodded, moving as best as she could and made a beeline for the door. She intended to leave but ended up staying, she heard the two already talking and was inclined to stay for a while longer as her curiosity got the better of her. Though she was afraid, in fact this was a terror that could rival facing the Sun’s gaze. The Siri watched from the door, hearing all she could. These were the leaders, the mind and soul of their movement, their order, and their sacred rite. And yet, for the briefest of moments, she saw them for what they were, past all the power, title, and responsibilities, they were a zebra couple, equals and yet Zecora stared at Zakia like a scolding parent.

“What in the tartarus is the matter with you!” Zecora’s voice echoed loudly in the area. “What did she do to cause you to lash out like some little colt throwing a tantrum? Also what is the goddess's name is this chill?” Silence was all that Zecora got. He said nothing, his gaze lingered on her for a moment before the blue of both his markings and within his eyes began to fade. Whatever was driving that frigid rage was retreating but that wasn't enough for Zecora but it was a start. “So what happened?” A bit more relaxed herself as she saw Zakia visibility calm down.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Zakia looked blanky towards the much smaller Zebra, seeing her at the doorway. “She told me about what happened with Rainbow Dash. Then I just got angry, but at the same time I was not.” He was hesitant in his own words, he was uncertain about his own emotions and actions. “It was like my rage wasnt fueled by me but something else but I was still the one who was angry and it didn’t want to stop.”

“I see.” Zecora said, not entirely sure how to respond to that, as Zakia was suffering from a form of mental fatigue. Taking a breath, her mind pondered what this could mean. ‘That’s concerning.’ Upon further examination of her lover, she noticed how heavy the bags under his eyes had become. His eyes were bloodshot, both combined were often the tell tale signs of lack of sleep. She knew all too well what was going on. “Goddesses give me strength, when was the last time you slept for more than an hour if at all?”

“Three days…reading reports, meetings with two different supervisors and their sites.” Zakia quietly, but in a tone that held that heavy feeling of exhaustion in it. “While reading over the progress report of the Crystal Kingdom infiltration and what actions to take next.”

“You’re going to rest properly, Oh, nusu yangu nyingine*.” Zecora stated, trying once again to get Zakia to stop this self destructive behavior. From overworking to his own overindulgence. It was easy to do both when in a seat of power like he was in The Siri. “You must stop doing this, you must stop trying to do the work of ten, then fucking like twice as many all at once. You are the only one.”

“I do not have that privilege, Zecora.” Zakia said “Though the second part sounds like the hardest of the two.” Zecora’s annoyed expression made it very clear she was not amused with his wise cracks right now.

“Oh the tartarus you don’t!” Zecora snapped at Zakia, making him flinch a little at the sharpness of her tone. “What’s the point of having people who are willing to serve and die for you if you won't seek their help. Do you really not trust anyone enough to do work that maybe you’re not suited for compared to others. Or is your pride stopping you from asking for help?” Despite the points she was making, she only continued, poking at Zakia’s chest as she spoke. “Followed by a near none stop fuck fest, when was the last time you didn go more than a few hours without your dicks being in some kind of orifice.”

“I’m sorry.” Zakia said as he lowered his head in shame. Zecora was right, he was trying to do too much himself again. That mixed with his growing over indulgence with his ‘toys’. He had been left wanting for energy and rest. Zecora’s words hit painfully deep and he had nothing to say beyond those two. “I’ll consider taking more time to rest and recov-” The bumping of a slightly ajar door got both their attention. The siri mare eavesdropping in had felt it was time to leave before she found herself in deep trouble. Though what she saw was something she would be telling others about, she wondered if anyone would believe her though. “But first, we should do such future conversations in a more private setting.”

Roughly a week had passed since that conversation, and while Zakia was resting more, mostly because Zecora was forcing him to do so, he still was not fully sleeping to her satisfaction. A large collective of Siri had been called back abruptly, which caused a great deal of concern among the Siri who had arrived. This type of assembly meant that something had happened. Which could be good or bad depending on what caused the assembly. Something felt off though and a few Siri had noticed it.

“Somethings not right.” Was heard among the group of Siri that had gathered. All eyes turned towards the source of the voice. It was an older Zebra who seemed to be in his forties. He was To’to, a stocky but well formed figure that felt similar to heavy weight boxers, an unexpected look to be sure considering his profession, as a recon squad captain. “Why were we all called back?”

“It is not our place to question.” The sharp response came in return from a small and petite Zebra mare. Her face screams queen bee or queen bitch as most would call it. Her large eyes glowing with a pugently foul green. Looking at those eyes made your body recoil as it was reminded by all things foul and pungent. To’to felt upchuck come close to reaching his mouth at just a glance. “It is our place to obey.”

“Avert your eyes, Hex Witch!” To’to commented, doing his best to hold in his recent meal. “Or place your blindfold back on when you speak to others. We are not all versed or tolerant of such magic.” The mare recoiled for a moment and quickly placed the blindfold on.

“Apologize Captain.” Pried the Hex Witch called Abaya. “Now why do you say something is not right?”

“Look at who's not here.” To’to put a large emphasis on the word ‘not’ as he spoke. Even gesturing with a hand to add emphasis. “Strange, don’t you think?”

To’to words took effect on the group gathered almost instantly. The churning of gears could be heard from everyone's head as it slowly became noticeable. There were far too many, even if people were late… This many being late would mean something dire had happened and everyone in the room got a lot more on edge. Abaya started laughing wildly, with a putrid order escaping her muzzle as she cackled like a mare who had lost all her sanity. Her outburst of pure joyous laughter made a few draw their weapons in concern and possible danger. After her laughing fit had finally run its course she was now the center of attention.

“More comical really.” Abaya said with her sickening laugh filling the air once more. “To think the divination of a junior who's still wet behind the eyes would be this accurate.”

“Control your laughter Abaya.” Echoed a voice through the gathering area. “You are also involved in this matter.”

Looking towards the area the new voice had come from. They saw Zakia, following behind him was Zecora carrying a small case. Making way to the stage in front of The Siri. The room had become deathly quiet. To’to’s mane started to tingle at its roots as his neck fur stood up on end. Looking around at those gathered, he had gotten their attention and could proceed.

“You were all gathered here today due to an ongoing issue within our ranks. More so those involving the protection and observation of Rainbow Dash and her actions.” Zakia stated, looking across the crowd to gauge their reaction he saw a lot of stallions start to sweat a bit while a few mares turned their heads away or downward. “Many of you cannot control yourselves when interacting with her, or control her to the degree that is expected.” Their master’s tone seemed to grow more and more cold with each breath. “We have had far too many incidents with her being left unchecked because someone wanted to get their enjoyment without proper authorization. Despite me allowing those who serve me to enjoy some of my own ‘toys’ if you will…that kindness is being exploited and abused.”

His words felt like they were lingering in the air to many. While others felt a sense of anger that they were being punished for something they had no part in. Zakia knew this would cause a slight divide among themselves for now. After that though, it would also cause the group mentality to be more strict with each other. Those that did not do anything wrong to begin with would make sure their fellow Siri did not cause problems for them again. Though this would also be dependent on the punishment and the box that Zecora was carrying was worrisome for those in the crowd.

“Because of that, a warning is in order and an example must be made..” Zakia looked over at the gathered Siri and said. “But I’ll leave this to Zecora.” Zakia gestured to Zecora before stepping to the side and making the center of attention while a wave of dread washed over the crowd as Zecora brought out a device from the box she carried that many knew and physically reacted to the thought of what it does.

“Am sure you can all tell what the punishment is without me saying it, but nonetheless I will make things extremely clear.” Zecora’s tone was not a pleased one. “From this moment onwards, All Siri are expected to execute their duties as expected of them and like they should have been doing already. Failure to do so will result in said stallion becoming a eunuch.” There were a few audible groans of pain among the crowd. While the mares that had been worried before had a breath of relief… or so they thought. “As for any mares that might fail to uphold these duties we have another method for you that will be arriving that will do the same thing but it will result in your ovaries being removed.” The look of such onlookers had lost all color and grown cold. “Fortunately none present will have to worry about becoming the first. As one Siri had overindulged far more than any other, and has been punished accordingly. That does not mean others cannot join him in this role…this punishment will not be reversible either by potion or magic. We cannot afford anymore mistakes, the Sun is a paranoid one and the slightest upheaval or disruption can cause her gaze to come too close to us to avoid her. Do you understand?” Silently, deathly silence. “I said… DO YOU UNDERSTAND” She rarely raised her voice but when she did, it was often in anger and when she got angry her own magic manifested rather aggressively and reminded those under her and her master, why she stood where she stood. The Siri who had become fat on pleasure were reminded of where they stood and what foolishness of their actions.

“NDIYO, BIBI!*” Came the quick response of everyone, speaking in their native tongue that had all but become a lost language. “We will obey!”

“Excellent.” Zecora said, seemingly taking a calmer expression across her face. “Dismissed!” The Siri inside quickly left with much on their mind to consider. Letting out a deep sigh Zecora turned to Zakia who had a semi surprised look on his face and a half chub formed under his pants. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What got your ‘little’ friend so active? Did some hussy sneak in while I wasn't looking? '' She had a slightly playful tone as she teased Zakia, while crossing her arms and slanting her hip to one side a bit.

“Can you blame me, with that little display at the end?” Zakia without missing a beat said. “If they weren't so scared of you, you’d likely have them lusting for something fierce. There are those that love the most… assertive mares after all.”

“Oh is that so?” Zecora said with a bit of mischief in her voice. “Then how about you? Should I take your ‘little’ friend's reactions as you being among those that enjoy a more assertive mare?” Zecora’s palm rested across his groin and she felt the near bursting throb.

“Yes…” Zakia leaned down a bit and whispered. “…mistress…” Zecora didn’t get to take the lead often, but when she did… it was a true treat for her but never before did Zakia lower himself for her to the degree of calling her mistress. Her body reacted to him in a very visible way.

Bringing her lover into their most private chamber, Zakia behaved differently. Normally, he would have Zecora come to him, strip him of his clothes and embrace him in a way she was all too familiar with. Not this time. Yes, he waited for her to make the next move, but he gave no orders, not even a subtle indication. For this moment in time, she would be the one to lead him. A sensation of excitement washed over her, she had not been in command in this way, to her knowledge. While she stood besides Zakia as an equal for the most part, being superior to him was a thought so foreign, could it even pop in her mind?

Turning, Zecora made sure the door was closed, the locks and seal ensuring the two of them would be neither disturbed or eavesdropped on, not that any Siri would dare at this time.Her eyes looked over her lover, trying to see him at her mercy rather than her usual gaze. Zakia returned this look, using his experience with the more submissive ponies he had broken to give off the body language of such a display. This ended quite poorly, as a dominating zebra such as himself was incapable of casually giving off a lower ranking feeling. If anything, he looked like a leader trying too hard to be a follower.

“You’re not the best at this my love.” Zecora giggles, extending a hand towards Zakia. Since he was letting her take the lead, she might as well think like him for a moment. “Come, my dear, show me how much you desire me.”

Taking Zecora’s hand, Zakia kissed it tenderly, giving off a low growl, almost like a moan as he took his time worshiping at her hand. It was like something out of the most Prench of Romance Novels, a moment in time in which, even for an instant, Zecora forgot all but this. It was only her, her lover, and the room in which they dwelled. Part of her wanted it to stay this way, to not worry and fear Princess Celestia coming and burning them away. Should that day come, she knew she would stand between the living Sun and her beloved Zakia. She would die, she had no doubts of this, but would he survive, that was her only concern.

Gesturing towards the bed, she guided Zakia to it, though she was the first to sit on it. He remained standing, awaiting her instructions. Smiling softly, Zecora beckoned her lover towards her. Silently commanding him to strip before him. The normally dominating zebra did as his mistress commanded, taking his time to disrobe. As he pulled one portion of clothing from his well muscular frame, Zecora only marveled at the figure of her lover. He remained silent, but his face could only show an expression of interest and curiosity. What was she planning next?

“Come, my love.” Zecora said, her voice echoed with a sultry longing, and yet held an echo of command. Spreading her legs, she revealed her already glistening pussy lips. “Show me your devotion.”

“Yes…” Zakia commented, though his voice still came out as an expression of command as well. Clearing his throat, almost in quite the shy fashion, which Zecora enjoyed, he tried again. “...yes, my Mistress…”

Slowly getting to his knees, Zakia approached the mare, using his strong hands to spread her legs further. Licking his lips, he wasted no time placing his muzzle between her thighs. At first, he kissed along the delicate flesh, making Zecora shiver and feel a tingling run up her spine like a gentle touch. She leaned back, using both hands for support as she allowed Zakia to continue. Hearing no further commands, he carried on, drawing out her exotic noise. Using his lips to part open her pussy, his skilled, thick, and elongated tongue slithered its way into her moist opening.

Zecora’s lips curled in a satisfied moan, her honey sweet voice only drew her lover onwards to give her the best possible treatment. She savored this feeling, doubly so as the sensation of being in command added to the pleasure of Zakia’s oral worship. His tongue, which not only had the skills to make any mare cum almost on command, had deep and detailed knowledge of Zecora’s pussy. He knew all her weak spots, and exploited each and every one of them. Zecora could command him to go at her pace, but she still had not grown accustomed to such a position of power over him, that she let him do what he knew.

“Yes…my love…keep going…” Zecora moaned, taking one hand, she moved it up her belly, slowly striping away her clothes, revealing her lucious, beautiful breasts. Groping it playfully, she looked down at him with an alluring gaze. “You love servicing me?”

“Yes.” Zakia groaned, continuing to eat his lover out, spending little time speaking. “Do you love it?”

“I love every moment I share with you, my love.” Zecora cooed, shivering as she continued to grope and tease her nipple. Letting out another low moan, she could feel Zakia was bringing her close to climax. But as she felt as though her body was going cum, she placed a hand on Zakia’s head. “Not yet. Not like this.”

Gently, she nudged Zakia’s head away from her wet pussy, letting him lick her sweet nectar from his lips. Hoisting herself a little more back on the bed, she moved to fully strip the clothes from the rest of her body. Showing off her bare form, she marveled at Zakia's hungry eyes. All it would take waa a command, the slightest nodding of her head, and he would pounce. But she did not want such a savage display of passion. Tonight was different, Zecora wanted the loving embrace that drew their hearts and body into unity.

"Lay on the bed." Zecora commanded, shifting to the side to better allow Zakia to get on the bed. "I want my release to be on your magnificent sizes."

Laying on his back, Zakia relaxed, though the sight of his standing twin dicks showed the opposite of such a relaxed display. Zecora’s own eyes gazed upon the sizes, part of her wanting to abandon this commanding roleplay and ride those fat cocks all night. But she composed herself, clearing her throat as she reached out with one hand. Gently, she rubbed along the cockhead and shaft of both girths, giggling to herself as she saw Zakia's wincing pleasure.

"Such a naughty and masculine pair of cocks." Zecora hummed, moving her motions from rubbing to stroking both cocks. Still slowly, she wanted to draw out as much pleasure as she could without making Zakia cum. But this didn't stop large beads of precum from oozing out of the tips. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"

"I can't…not when I have such a beautiful mare such as yourself to treat me so." Zakia groaned, feeling a tingling shiver run down his spine. "But will you let me cum?"

“I will, do not worry about that.” Zecora teased, giggling for a moment before repositioning herself. Normally, she would have her lips all over Zakia’s twin sizes, but that was the position of the submissive. She was the dominant one. Moving so that she was all but sitting on the cockheads, both aiming for her holes, she smiled. “I want your precious release inside me.”

As she gently tried to lower herself, even with the size of the bed, Zecora lost her footing for a moment. Slipping from the side of the bed, the zebra mare dropped on her lover’s dicks. But because of the angle, Zakia’s twin cockheads not only pressed against her moist, pussy entrance, but the weight of her fall caused both to force their way into her pussy. The initial insertion managed to get nearly a quarter of both lengths inside her, but it was the twitching of her other leg that caused several more inches to slip even deeper. This caused not only her belly to bulge and her pussy to stretch, but she held the most satisfied smile across her face.

"My, my, isn't this adorable." Zakia commented, letting his cocky side slip out of his submissive display. Reaching up, he gently rubbed along Zecora's belly. "I thought you were going to take charge. Looks like you're ready to give up."

"N-not yet…my love…" Zecora cooed, trying to compose herself, though the slowly filling of her pussy by both of Zakia's sizes were making it difficult. "G-give me a moment."

Taking a deep breath, Zecora steadied herself. Leaning up and back, she could see the large, round bulge of her midsection. Rubbing it alongside Zakia brought a momentary pause in her thoughts. The sensation of such a thing brought a shower of joy, and even for the absolute briefest of moments, a flicker, a wisp of a wisp of fantasy. If she could have this moment, this small feeling, she wondered, what would happen if they stopped. If both her and Zakia put aside this grand destiny, to just leave and be with her lover. No sacred rites, no prophecies and obligations, only two zebras who love each other more than anything. But beings like these two can never have such luxuries.

Looking down at Zakia, Zecora shook her head of her fantasies, all that mattered was the here and now. Lifting herself a little, she weakly managed to pull some of Zakia from her pussy, but it only made her body quiver for more. Lowering herself, she took in more than she had taken out, merely bottoming out over her lover's sizes. Zakia let out a low groan, something more akin to a sensitive cock would give, but it seemed to resonate in Zecora's ear like a teasing melody. It felt sweet, a delicacy to have herself be in such a position and yet crave more of it.

"Almost there, bear with it a little longer." Zecora hummed, swaying her hips to better get more and more of Zakia's twin sizes in her loving pussy embrace. It was only as she eventually took the full length of both girths within her, that she leaned forward, placing her hands on Zakia's firm chest that she gazed upon him with a lusty stare. "Now what do you say?"

"...um…" Zakia stuttered in hesitation. What was he supposed to say? So rarely was he ever in such a position, it slipped his mind what he was supposed to say. Swallowing hard, he thought back to what his previous conquests would do in this scenario. "P-please…mistress…ride my cocks…"

"G-good…stu-...pet…" Zecora replied, holding back a small giggle at Zakia's performance. Submission was not his strong suit, and yet he was trying for her. Which did make up the difference. "Let's hear more of your adorable moans."

Lifting slightly, she dropped herself back down, letting out a small moan with each motion of her body as it went back and forth, up and down on Zakia's cocks. Zecora shivered with delight, feeling her large chest tingle and become more and more sensitive. She was craving the sensation of being taken and thrown to the bed, being ravaged by her lover like a beast. But that was not today. Today, she was the beast. Licking her lips, she smiled, staring down at Zakia with hungrier eyes than before.

Adjusting herself with each bounce of her round ass over Zakia's cocks, Zecora continued to moan sweetly, drawing out not only as much pleasure as she could, but to also tease him with her alluring display. Any other day, he would've grabbed her and fucked her standing until they both collapsed. Today, he was at the bottom, and he could only grit his teeth as he felt the tightness of his lover’s pussy squeezing and savoring every inch of his twin cocks.

Zecora moaned in pleasure, her hands pressing against Zakia's chest with each motion of her hips. Her soft, round ass bounced and pressed as it met with her lover's thighs. She was in a euphoric bliss. While Zakia remained gritting his teeth, holding in every urge to fuck his lover into a wet and sloppy mess. Zecora only continued her slow riding, making sure to draw out as many playful sounds from Zakia as she could. Both their bodies were starting to sweat, the strain of going so slow and paced was putting almost more pressure compared to going fast and hard.

"You like that, my love?" Zecora asked, making sure to give Zakia the best display of her arousing voice. "You love being so deep inside me?"

"Y-yes…" Zakia groaned, actually starting to feel himself getting closer to orgasm, his dicks both rubbing against each other while within the zebra's love hole. "Keep going."

"Keep going?" Zecora asked, raising an eyebrow as she ran a finger from Zakia's lips down to his chest. "Who said you could tell me what to do?" The zebra stallion let out a small, the faintest whimper, which seemed to make the mare's heart flutter harder. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in charge?"

Arching herself back up, Zecora started motooning her body faster and faster, going less and less up and down and mostly gyrating herself over Zakia's cocks. He could feel her innermost places squeezing and milking him for all that he had. She was set to drain his huge, cum filled balls for everything he was worth, and even then, that wouldn't be enough. Her mind is still filled with the sheer rush of seeing Zakia in this state. It made her heart flutter faster and faster. She needed more of this, the addiction of having her lover moaning like a submissive colt.

Zecora's body continued to move, spending as much time as she could to only give Zakia the slightest hint of her ass lifting and dropping as she continued to fuck her lover. She wanted this experience to last forever, but as her own pussy was betraying her coming climax, she could feel Zakia's only cocks swelling within her. What's more, the stallion reached up, his hands instinctively gripping at her hips as he started fucking upwards, using the soft cushion of the bed as a means to better thrust.

"H-h-hey! Who said you could…you could…" Zecora tried to speak, but Zakia's cocks were making it hard to let the words form in her head. Cock was all that mattered, and soon, his thick and potent cum would fill her womb, saturating her ovaries in his craving desires. Trying, though struggling to compose herself, she stared down at him, smiling a gentle expression. "Since you're so needy, my love, I'll allow you to cum. Bur only if you cum inside me."

Running both hands up his chest, she grabbed the sides of his head as she started panting to match the heavy, hot breath that escaped Zakia's own mouth. It was clear, the two of them were forgetting their roles in this fuck session. Only savoring the desire to be with each other was what mattered to them. Despite this, both of them maintained their positions on the bed, Zecora rode madly on Zakia's cocks, even as she was on the brink of cumming all over him. While he felt himself ready to burst, adding to the soon to be sloppy mess.

"I can feel it." Zecora moaned, her pussy tightening over Zakia's swelling sizes. "You're about to cum. Do it! Fuck your most potent load in me my love. Mark my womb with your seed!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Zakia gasped, grabbing at Zecora's hips harder, ramming his cocks as deep as he could, making the mare's back arch back from the impact. "Take it all!"

The torrent of cum that drained from Zakia's balls, releasing themselves into Zecora's wanting and gluttonous womb was remarkable. The thickness of this cum was enough to coat every inch of Zecora's inner walls. Her own orgasm equally soaked Zakia's waist, leaving a collective pool of juices and cum between them. The thick cocks continued to pump more and more cum into the mare, swelling her belly even further before they eventually relented. If not for the fact they were slowly becoming limp, Zecora would've stayed upwards on these dicks.

Laying across Zakia's chest, the two shared a loving embrace. His arms wrapped around her back, while she could only nuzzle up against him. It was hot and sweaty from the fucking, but it was also warm and comforting. This was the perfect sensation, the thing she wanted the most during these times. Rolling gently to the side, the two shared a more comforting and snuggling position, with Zakia's cocks slowly slipping free of their wet hold.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Zecora said with a tender kiss, Zakia returning the favor with his lips. Positioning herself more to her back, her hands rubbed along her round belly as her chest lifted and dropped with each breath. "Because I did."

"I loved it too." Zakia responded, remaining at Zecora's side as the two continued to embrace each other. "I always treasure our moments together, even if we try such an…interesting roleplay." Zecora only giggled at his words, remaining nuzzled against him. They wouldn't have much time after this, so she wanted to savor the seconds.

For a moment, Zakia also considered what Zecora must have been thinking. The very notion that the two of them leaving all this behind and starting a life and just two lovers. It was tempting, probably the most tempting thing either of them could desire, but it was unobtainable. No matter how much he craved it, he knew he couldn’t have it. Letting out a deep breath, he sighed, letting his hot breath kiss along Zecora’s still twitching body. Taking what little time he knew he had, Zakia held his lover closer, not wanting to think about what was next in his day. But he knew, all too well, though precious, his time with her today was limited.

Zakia broke free from Zecora’s embrace, she looked content as he watched her chest rise and lower with every breath. It was a delightful moment of reprieve but he still had much to do and not enough time. Dressing himself rather quickly and leaving the private room with Zecora still asleep. He exited the room but he paid no mind to the two guards near the entrance. Soon he was left out of sight or sound of the two guards as a light banter formed between the two.

“With everything I heard…” Came the curious voice of a younger stallion. “I wasn't expecting to hear the master be so.. docile?”

“When you get older and find your other half, you will find yourself doing things for them that you’d never do for anyone else.” A soft and feminine tone replied. “It was the same way with me and your father.. Your father was an Alpha in his pack but with me, he acted much the same as the Master did with Mistress Zecora.”

“Wait… really? Dad was submissive to you?” Scoffed the younger stallion. “Sorry but I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it or not, but you’ll understand when you meet your other half.” Teased the stallion's mother, but she noticed his tail wagging like his fathers when his body was more honest than his mouth. “Though I think that gryphon you’ve been fawning over for the last few weeks seems to have you around her talon already.”

* Tulia mwenyewe: Calm yourself.
* Ndiyo, Bibi: Yes, Ma’am!
* YUKO WAPI: WHERE IS SHE!?
*YUKO WAPI HUYO KAHABA WA BLUU: WHEREIS THAT BLUE WHORE!?
* nusu yangu nyingine: My Other Half