In the process of forming a larger story elements have to be added, changed and corrected. If you read the original there were references to bears and otters, but as I formed the world that Adolphus was set in, rules were set and changed. Adolphus' entire history and the origin of the Red Dragon family and that whole sub-plot was needed to add something to the story to justify why someone wanted to raid the city of Balazaar. Other things needed to be added to fill out the story and subsequently, so much more was added to juxtapose the sex. My stories have always been a matter of bait and switch, just it is a damn good bait, but what it's being swapped out for is something else interesting. Sex does get boring (look, I'm going to fling all sorts of shade against 50 Shades of Gray, but first, it deserves all of it, and second, it's a perfect example of everything done wrong) if you do it wrong, like in 50 Shades, and if there isn't something else to keep people entertained, like 50 Shades, your story becomes a boring slog through garbage. (Pro-tip: Emails, text messages and contracts ARE NOT SEXY.)

Sexual satisfaction comes in many forms and pleasures, each different to the last. What makes it so fun is going through them all and finding out what you enjoy. - Avanti Halfhorse (AH: Allegedly.)

Adolphus had certainly seen his fair share of military compounds in his time, yet the one he was being moved into for the night certainly didn't look like any he had seen before. At first, he thought he was being taken into a scholar's compound with high walls around the entire compound and scholars moving between the front buildings. However, as he was moved further into the compound, past the gaze of the crowds outside the compound, he started to notice the signs of a military presence. He didn't get much of a chance to look around before he was taken into one of the buildings and locked in a two by two metre holding cell.

“Do make sure he's kept under guard,” Felicity said as she put the key to Adolphus' cell around her neck on a silver chain. “I do not suspect he will escape his bindings, but do make sure he doesn't try to hurt himself.”

“I'll watch him tonight,” Kitty growled, “I still don't trust him.”

“Thank you for going above and beyond,” Felicity thanked Kitty.

With her slave secured for the night and under guard, and Gareth and Razher dismissed for the day, Felicity rode her horse back to the castle as quickly as the crowd would allow. As she rode into the central courtyard she found a carriage of one of the merchant families parked nearby and one of her personal mare maids nervously pacing back and forth on the front steps.

“You look worried,” Felicity said as she stopped her horse by the front steps.

“You are very late your highness,” Kala replied. “We will have to sneak you through the kitchens as your father is entertaining your suitor and his father in the parlour.”

“I would prefer to enter through the front door of my own house.”

“Your father has demanded that if you come home late from the Ranger compound, you are to enter through the kitchen. He doesn't want a repeat of the mud incident.”

“Oh come on, Prince Domascus had a severe fear of dirt, it was worth it to see his disgust.”

“That may be so princess, but the King is starting to threaten me and Meynel for your insolence.”

“Bastard,” Felicity swore under her breath.

“So will you be coming through the kitchen, your highness?”

“I feel it is best that you not suffer for my rebelliousness. What can you tell me about the suitor my father has chosen for me tonight?”

“I cannot say, your highness. It seems your father has caught on to your tricks and kept it rather silent today.”

“Probably another egotist, just like the kind my father normally chooses. He has horrible taste in males.”

“That's because he likes mares, your highness.”

“Yes, and his choice in male suitors revolves around his own ego.”

“Would you prefer that the Queen chose your suitors?”

“By Faredae, no. Whilst she does have a better idea as to what makes a good husband, her first item of scrutiny would be one of endowment.”

“Is that such a bad thing, your highness?”

“Whilst size may be important, I would prefer to have a husband that is more than just a body first and a personality, or lack there-of, later.”

“Do you know what you want in a husband, your highness?”

“To be honest Kala, I don't rightly know yet, but I am sure I will know when I find it.”

After quickly going through the kitchen and up the servant stairs, Kala and Meynel prepared a bath for Felicity as she removed her Ranger uniform and the key before putting them to one side.

“Any luck with your slave hunt today?” Meynel asked as she organised the bath.

“It was reasonably successful if you exclude his attempt to escape,” Felicity replied with a sigh. “The major complaint that I do have with my new slave is that he will require a lot of training.”

Felicity slipped into the warm bath and Kala and Meynel began to scrub her back, scrubbing the dirt and mud from Felicity's fur.

“So what is he?” Kala asked after some time as she moved onto Felicity's legs.

“Wolf,” Felicity replied as she lay back in the tub. “From what I can tell, he's a soldier.”

“So is he well built?” Meynel asked.

“Meynel!” Kala interjected. “You said you wouldn't.”

“Kala, I merely want to know if he's well built.

“He is,” Felicity sighed as she waved a paw to catch the attention of her two personal maids in order to prevent them from fighting, “though I do not particularly trust that he has the control to let him near you two, not yet anyways.”

“Aww.”

“Meynel!”

“Sorry Kala.”

Felicity chuckled as she stood up and got out of her bath, now clean from her daily rough and tumble.

“I suppose I had better get dressed and get downstairs before my father gives my paw to the over-inflated wind-sucker.”

Felicity hated wearing formal gowns, but after an incident where she insulted one prince about how she filled her trousers better than he ever could, she was forced to wear formal gowns. She was dressed in a light blue dress that had at least eight layers of petticoats under it. She also wore in her mane her royal tiara, a small silver crown that identified her as a Casper princess and heir.

“You look beautiful,” Kala said as a tear formed in the corner of her eye.

“Stop it,” Felicity grumbled as Meynel fixed up the Princess' silk leggings. “I hate these formal gowns.”

“You always look beautiful,” Kala said under her breath.

“I know how you feel Kala, I just cannot stand these formal gowns. At least I get to wear something less restrictive at the royal balls.”

“Your leggings are done,” Meynel said as she crawled out from under Felicity's dress.

Almost as if on cue, there was a loud banging on the door.

“Felicity!”

“And not a moment too soon,” Felicity grumbled as she fixed up her dress. “Please get the door Kala.”

“Yes your highness,” Kala said with a bow before running over and opening the door slightly.

“It's the King,” Kala began with haste, but was interrupted as Felicity's father barged through the door.

“Do you know what time it is?” King Edward, Felicity's father, demanded. “You are late by two hours and now dinner goes cold and the guests of my house go hungry as we wait for you!”

“I am so sorry,” Felicity said as she feigned her apologetic tone, “I just wanted to look my best for our honoured guest, daddy.”

“Horse shit, the squire of the yard reported to me when you returned and you returned less than half an hour ago. I told you before not to be late for these things and should you be late again, I will make your personal maids work as whores in the guard houses. Do I make myself clear?”

Kala and Meynel hugged close to each other at the threat of working the guardhouses, knowing King Edward was a stallion of his word.

“Crystal clear, daddy,” Felicity replied, her voice stinging of her hatred.

“Good. Now get downstairs and welcome our honoured guests with a beg of forgiveness for your tardiness.”

“As you wish father, I would hate to bring shame to your spotless reputation.”

Felicity's patience for these dinners she was forced to attend with potential suitors was wearing very thin indeed. More often than not, the princes or the sons of noblemen were self-centred and rude, more often than not being obsessed with their own reputations and egos. Felicity had learnt though, that more often than not, their egos bruised so easily that she could often have the evening wrapped up in half an hour. The hardest part was always getting it past her father. Felicity was led down the stairs and into the royal dining room by her father, his arm tucked firmly through hers as if holding her from escaping.

“Please forgive my daughter's tardiness,” King Edward said as he led his daughter to her seat next to a young, strange stallion who seemed familiar to her, “she seems to think that being fashionable includes being late.”

“I can understand your sentiments,” a rather puffy shirt old stallion that Felicity recognised as Lord Baron Don Val Morlaver of the Morlaver merchant company said with an arrogant tone, “I have three daughters who take forever to get ready and even Lucious my son is always preening himself in front of his mirror.”

“Father, please!” the unintroduced stallion interrupted. “My grooming habits are not things that need to be discussed.”

“But of course Lucious,” Baron Don Val Morlaver said with a chuckle, “you're a changed stallion now, aren't you?”

Felicity now began to recognise the younger stallion, a friend she had when she was younger.

“Yes father,” Lucious replied with a rather ashamed tone.

“Lucious decided it was best for him to go away for a sabbatical, didn't you son?”

“Yes father, it made me a better stallion.”

To Felicity, she could hear something wasn't quite right with her old friend Lucious as the Baron gave a hearty chuckle.

“Maybe I should send Zenith away for a sabbatical, could do him some good,” King Edward thought aloud.

Felicity took a moment to escape back into her head for a minute as the conversation continued around her and stared at Lucious. When he was younger, he was a truly playful colt, yet he seemed to be quite withdrawn now.

“Father,” Felicity asked, trying to put as much sweetness into her words without them becoming saccharine, “perhaps Lucious and I should step outside whilst you and the Baron discuss matter far too important for the ears of a mere filly.”

“I don't think that it....”

“Nonsense,” the Baron interrupted the King, “let them go outside your highness. Matters of business shouldn't burden the ears of the young and ignorant filly. It looks as if my son could do with some fresh air as it is anyway.”

“You are both excused,” King Edward said somewhat unsure of what Felicity had in mind, “but do keep in mind what we have discussed.”

“Of course I will father,” Felicity said as Lucious pulled her chair from the table and helped her stand before the two of them walked out to the gardens.

The two of them walked out into the gardens and stopped by a fountain where Felicity sat down on a bench nearby.

“Master Lucious, you and I were friends when we were younger,” Felicity said with formal tones, “so I trust that you will not mind if I speak freely?”

“I have no objections, your highness,” Lucious replied. “I can assume you will offer me the same privileges?”

“I have no objections,” Felicity said as she pulled her tiara from her mane and gave her head a shake. “I can't stand these damn formal dinners.”

“I know how you feel,” Lucious said as he reached up to stretch his spine out. “How many have you had to sit through?”

“At a guess, probably thirty or more.”

“Ouch.”

“But at the moment I am not interested in my own comfort. We have been friends since you were six years old until well after you grew into a stallion, however I have never seen you express your interests towards a mare. Why is it, all of a sudden, I find you sitting in my father's house trying to win my father's approval, and what of this sabbatical your father speaks of?”

“I have spent the last six months in the coastal town of Sa Me Tona,” Lucious explained with a sigh. “My father did insist upon it, having caught me having my own kind of fun with one of the stable hands.”

“How could such things raise any sort of suspicions?” Felicity asked. “My father was quite the pest amongst the male servants until he did dedicate himself to my mother.”

“I am sure your father wasn't the one who was at the mercy of the stable hand My father wouldn't care if I was keeping the stable hands taught in tail, but it was I who kept his tail loose.”

(AH: Homosexuality was never considered wrong on Aberdaria, often being practised by stallions or other males to relieve their own sexual frustrations, but there was still social implications of certain behaviours. For example; to be the mounted partner often implied a degree of submission. The idea of a nobleman's son submitting to a paid servant was somewhat of a taboo, a vast shift in social standings. Some, but not many, had given up their positions and future inheritance for a lover in a lower social caste, often losing a lot in the process. Some were lucky to find love in their own social groupings, but many of the noble families were against such unions unless there were other sons to further the family's name. It was not uncommon for fathers to do many things to try and keep their only son from such a life if they showed the signs, lest they lose their entire family worth to their daughters' husbands.)

“Such is the tale of the noble's life,” Felicity sighed, “you have so many obligations you must fulfil.”

“My father demands I sire a colt to continue the family's business. He believes his daughters incapable of giving him an heir to the business, nor is he fond of the idea of a son-in-law taking over.”

“At least you do not risk all should you marry,” Felicity grumbled. “My father would hate to see me in charge of the kingdom so he forces me to court with suitors who he knows would not accept me in control. You would be the first stallion he has...”

“He has what?”

An idea suddenly popped into Felicity's head.

“You are perfect.”

“Felicity, I am not sure what you are saying or asking of me.”

“You and I both need a ruse, someone who they can use to fool their father.”

“I don't think I am following you.”

“If you became king...”

“I don't want to be king,” Lucious interrupted. “Have you not been listening to me Felicity? I am not attracted to mares, so what on Aberdaria would possess me to marry one?”

“Simple Lucious. Your father wants you to sire an heir and he cannot stand the idea of you committing yourself to another stallion. My father wants to pass on his crown to someone who thinks will rein in my wild behaviours and take the throne. Since you want a stallion partner and I want the crown, if we court and then marry we should supply ourselves both with a sufficiently strong ruse to which we can hide our true intentions.”

“You suggest we break the sacred oaths of marriage for our own personal gains?”

“Lucious, my father pesters the female staff and my mother has more than a few male slaves with whom she enjoys carnal unions with. Royal marriages are for political gains and not for the mutual benefit of those getting married. Even now, your father uses this opportunity to speak with my father of business.”

“But an heir?”

“My dear Lucious, such things we can manufacture later. For the moment we need to work on making them believe you are courting with me.”

“And how, by Faredae, do you expect me to do that?”

“Consider me a cross-dressing stallion for the time being.”

“There are such things?” Lucious asked with enthusiasm.

“Remind me to introduce you to Gareth later.”

King Edward and Baron Don Val sat at the dining room table discussing the general business of Balazaar when Felicity and Lucious returned, holding paws like a couple.

“I return with bad news father,” Felicity said as the two of them stood in the doorway, “you will have to tell all the other suitors that they may have to wait.”

“What?!” King Edward demanded as he stood up and banged his fist upon the table, somewhat startling Lucious.

“I have decided to court with Master Lucious,” Felicity explained. “He and I both believe a relationship would be beneficial to the both of us.”

“Praise to Faredae,” Baron Don Val proclaimed as he stood up and walked over to shake his son's paw. “I knew you only needed the right mare. My son, I am proud of you.”

With her night of formalities over and having wished Lucious a good night, Felicity retreated back to her bedroom where Kala and Meynel were waiting, along with Felicity's personal slave, Celdepah.

“We heard the news,” Kala giggled.

“Don't delude yourselves too much,” Felicity warned as she removed her tiara and shook her mane out.

“Why is that your highness?”

“Lucious and I have come to an agreement of sorts,” Felicity explained as she took her gloves off. “We maintain the formalities of a relationship and should we be forced to marry he is willing to turn over charge of the kingdom to me.”

“Oh,” Meynel sighed, “how disappointing.”

“Not everyone can marry the one that they love,” Felicity said as she undid her necklaces and gave them to Kala. “More often than not the marriages of the nobility are set up to maximise political power and never for something as inconsequential as love.”

Celdepah moved behind Felicity and helped her by starting to undo the lacing that held her dress together at the back.

“So that is why your mother has so many male servants?” Kala asked as she and Meynel helped Felicity start to remove her gown.

“Very much so.”

Meynel and Kala helped Felicity get her arms free from the sleeves of her gown before pulling the entire gown up and over Felicity's head. Felicity gave her mane a shake the moment she was free from the gown.

“I feel I may need a bath,” Felicity said as she started to pull at the lacing on her corset. “I feel as if the starch has gotten into my fur.”

“Can you go and prepare her highness' bath please Celdepah?” Kala asked Celdepah kindly.

Celdepah merely responded with a nod before walking off to the en suite to prepare the bath.

“Please make sure you are ready to join me,” Felicity called out after Celdepah.

“I will miss Celdepah when you sell him,” Kala sighed. “He makes such a loyal servant and slave.”

“I didn't realise you felt for him in such a way,” Felicity said with a smile.

“I don't find him attractive,” Kala said as she undid one of Felicity's many petticoats, “he merely knows where everything is and is quite diligent in his duties. I do not look forward to training your new slave to be as diligent.”

“Then perhaps you should buy him.”

“Meynel and I cannot afford such luxuries,” Kala sighed.

“I will miss the nights the four of us have,” Meynel said as she was handed another of Felicity's petticoats by Kala.

“Meynel!”

“I've seen your face when you watch Celdepah having his way with me and I don't think it's because Felicity is rubbing her marehood against your own.”

Kala averted her gaze from Felicity's, feeling rather embarrassed by Meynel's statement. Felicity simply chuckled to herself as Meynel took over from Kala, starting to undo the corset that Felicity wore to hide how toned her stomach was.

“Stop your embarrassment,” Felicity said to Kala as she held her arms up so Meynel could remove her corset. “I know how much you fancy my body.”

Felicity let out a groan of relief as the tension of her corset was removed.

“I cannot stand wearing that damn thing,” Felicity said as Meynel pulled the corset over her head. “I see no reason why I must hide my body from my father.

“You have spent too many hours toning your body,” Meynel said as she put Felicity's corset in the wardrobe. “The rumours state that he cannot stand a toned mare, which is why his maids are all so well fed and always carry a bit of fat on their bones.”

“More likely is that he cannot stand the idea of seeming unfit,” Felicity scoffed as she took off her under-blouse. “It's disgusting how he behaves.”

“I know that I am grateful that I am not one of his maids,” Meynel said as she took the undergarments from her. “What about you Kala?”

“I am grateful to be in the services of your highness,” Kala said with her voice filled with embarrassment and looked down at the floor in front of where she sat on her knees.

“Kala,” Felicity said firmly, “I do not keep you to feel embarrassed.”

“Sorry your highness.”

“Please help me finish getting undressed so I may go and bathe.”

“Yes your highness.”

Kala looked up at Felicity as she hooked her fingers over the top of Felicity's undergarments and slowly pulled them down over Felicity's thighs and firm legs.

“You have such a beautiful body your highness,” Kala said as she let her paws rub against Felicity's toned calves.

“Tsk, typical,” Meynel grumbled as she watched Kala wilfully kiss Felicity's hooves. “She complains when I look at the males around the castle, but she openly worships you, your highness.”

“Do not worry yourself,” Felicity chuckled as she watched Kala kiss and nibble up one of her legs. “I have such an effect upon her and she cannot help herself.”

“I just wish she did such things to me.”

Having worked her way up Felicity's legs, Kala gave her marehood a kiss, slipping her tongue through the sticky folds.

“That's the way Kala,” Felicity said as she stroked the back of Kala's head, messing up her well brushed mane.

Kala simply moaned and murred as she tongued Felicity's passage, completely lost in the animal pleasures that filled her mind.

“Meynel, you may have to pull Kala away in a moment as I would like to go and bathe.”

Meynel walked over to where Felicity was standing and put her paws upon Kala's shoulders to pull her away from Felicity. Kala gave a whimper as she was disturbed from being lost in her own fantasy.

“Thank-you Meynel,” Felicity said as she turned and walked towards the en suite. “I am sure that right now Kala will give you those oral kisses quite happily.”

Felicity walked into the bathroom and as she turned to close the door, saw Meynel lifting up her dress so that Kala could sit between her legs.

After closing the door, Felicity turned and saw her loyal Celdepah standing patiently by the bath.

“Please get in Celdepah,” Felicity said with a tired sigh as she walked over to the bath. “I don't need a scrub, I just need to relax.”

Celdepah stepped into the tub and held his paw out to help Felicity step into the bath with him. After stepping in, Celdepah and Felicity both sat down in the warm waters, Felicity sitting in the tub between Celdepah's legs with her back to him. He ran his paws over Felicity's shoulders, slowly rubbing the stress of the day away. Felicity let out a grunt as she closed her eyes.

“So much worry and drama,” Felicity grumbled as she lay back against Celdepah.

Celdepah said nothing as his paws did their magic upon Felicity's thighs, kneading and rubbing the tension of her day away. She lay back against her slave and savoured the luxuries befitting her position, wondering just what sort of night her new slave was enjoying.

For Adolphus, his night was becoming rather long and unpleasant. He had been given a blanket to sleep upon, but as he was still tied up and it wasn't easy getting comfortable. In addition, he was worried about the crazed wolf bitch who was still watching over him like a hawk. He wasn't sure why she was called Kitty or why she seemed to have such a strong hatred towards him, but her presence was certainly making him very nervous.

Having finished her bath, Felicity dried herself off with a towel as Celdepah organised her nightgown. She watched her slave go about his duties with a well refined diligence, honed from a year of hard work and discipline. His body moved fluidly as he had made this trip at least a hundred times before. He was tall, much taller than herself and an obvious descendant of the Shyrie or Clydsol tribes from the time of the Great Alliance. (AH: The tribes of Shyrie and Clydsol were forest-dwelling equine tribes and were well known for their strength, height and calm temperament.) He had a brown paint colouring for his fur with one of these brown marks over his left eye, making it brown, whilst the other was blue. As he walked around organising Felicity's night clothes, Felicity would often catch herself staring at his white tail and firm, toned rump. He had formerly been one of her mother's servants, but when her father demanded she reduce the number of male slaves she had Felicity purchased him from her. He had merely been a piece of eye candy for her mother and she was happy that he hadn't been tainted by her. He was loyal and obedient, so Felicity was irritated that she would have to sell him, but such were her father's wishes and her new slave certainly showed a lot of potential.

It had been by her father's orders that Felicity was only to keep one male slave after he had seen how obsesses Felicity's mother was about her own. In addition, she was not allowed to keep this male slave for any longer than one year to ensure no mere male slave could 'romance' himself the crown. Felicity's father was obsessed with the idea of keeping the Casper family and crown rich with noble blood. Felicity cared little for her father's views, but as long as he held the crown, control of both the family and the kingdom were his.

(AH: This was a very rare equine family orientation during this age. Under the old equine traditions, family sovereignty fell under the role of the Matriarch, or the eldest mother mare. The tradition was most prevalent when several nuclear families lived together. As the family groups became smaller, the position of Matriarch fell to the mother, who could actually decree who any of her offspring married. Of course, as stallions with families began to have positions of authority, the Matriarch's position became less potent, allowing the stallion freedom of control over his duties or folio, Or in the case where the positions were hereditary, such as with the Casper family crown, the stallion was given control over the family as Patriarch.)

Felicity, now free of the cloth bindings of a princess and free to simply be a naked mare, walked into her bed chamber where Meynel and Kala stood by her bed, as naked as she was with their fur looking rather matted with sweat and the sexual nectar of summer mares.

“Is there anything we can do for her highness?” Meynel asked, short of breath.

“There is,” Felicity replied with a sly smile. “Celdepah, organise the bindings.”

After a few minutes of token struggling, Meynel and Kala both lay upon Felicity's bed, chests down, with their arms bound tight to their chests by leather straps and their legs held apart by spreader bars bound to their legs by leather cuffs.

“Nice work Celdepah,” Felicity said as she watched her two personal maids struggling against their bindings. However the stains on the fur of their thighs revealed their lack of any true desire to escape their plight. Felicity wondered just which of the two she should play with first, who she should gag and who should be left to watch. Meynel always fidgeted so enthusiastically, but Kala's pussy always felt so warm and wet after she had watched Meynel getting fucked for some time. Choices, choices, choices...

“Celdepah,” Felicity said as she held out the bridle gag, “make sure Meynel cannot scream as you plough through her body, I want to make Kala beg tonight.”

Both Kala and Meynel whinnied in protest as Celdepah knelt on the bed with his knees by Meynel's shoulders before pinching her nostrils to force her to open her mouth to accept the bit before strapping her muzzle shut around it. Despite her now gagged jaw, Meynel whinnied and snorted, part in protest of being gagged and part in anticipation of Celdepah's 4-hand (40cm) cock being forced deep into her body. Felicity sat down on the bed next to Kala, slowly tracing a fingertip along her spine, making rivers of sweat trickle down and pool in the centre of her back.

Kala had been the first mare Felicity slept with when she had started that awkward transition from filly to mare. Kala had been sworn to Felicity's service when they were both 12 years old, just as they both began their growth spurts. Kala was a loyal personal maid and Felicity had enjoyed the company of a filly her own age. After a few months as Felicity started to bud and her sexual urges began to grow, Kala's willingness to help Felicity explore her new desires grew in turn. She always enjoyed rubbing her nose in the growing princess' fillyhood as she gave her oral pleasures. Felicity had always given great respect to Kala for her loyalty and for helping her through those rough, confusing and sexually frustrating times. In turn, Felicity would reward her by sexually dominating her. Now was definitely one of those times.

Kala gave a quiet whinny as Felicity gently teased the flesh on the underside of her tail while Felicity watched Celdepah kneel between Meynel's legs and run his thumbs over Meynel's marehood and tailhole, making her whinny her muffled cries of pleasure through the bit in her mouth. Felicity always enjoyed watching her two personal maids writhing in need and wriggling in pleasure.

“I think she's ready,” Felicity said to Celdepah with a selfish smile, “take it slow so she can't stand the teasing.”

Celdepah, the loyal slave that he was, obliged his mistress' request and shift his hips so he could press the flare of his hard cock against Meynel's sexual tunnel. Meynel whinnied and neighed with a muffled voice; punctuating each of Celdepah's slow, gradual thrusts into her body. Felicity watched Meynel's face with a lewd delight as she held her sexual lips firmly against Kala's own. She could feel the heat that poured forth from Kala's marehood, who was aroused by watching Meynel in carnal delight. Felicity could feel Kala's impatience for her own sexual pleasure and Felicity could now feel her own need to make Kala her own submitting filly.
Felicity now rubbed her marehood against Kala's own with the gusto of a stallion in full season. Kala whinnied loudly as she felt the princess begin to dominate her, forcing her clitoris and labia hard against Kala's own. Felicity let out a horny grunt as she continued to make Kala squeal lustfully, knowing just how she enjoyed it. Felicity changed her attention to Celdepah and Meynel who were now soaked with sweat and mare nectar. Meynel fidgeted and wiggled in her bonds and champed as best she could at the bit in her mouth, letting out whines each time Celdepah drove his thrust deep, his rigid cock a pleasure to Meynel's body. Meynel could feel her mind becoming lost within her animal desires, Felicity could see it in her face.

Kala had always been the shy one, always nervously covering her face when Felicity had given her oral pleasures and now, as Felicity dominated her like a stallion would, Kala tried to hide her embarrassment from her princess by burying her muzzle into the pillow she had been provided. Felicity had always taken great pleasures in knowing intimately her servants sexual tells, it had always allowed her to time everything correctly, because Felicity did enjoy the sensation of a mass climax. She could see just how close Celdepah was, he had shut his eyes and was now grunting heavily. Meynel was laying there grunting into the bit as her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids flitted madly. Kala was whimpering with arousal and embarrassment, trying desperately to bury herself in her pillow. Felicity smiled with great pleasure, all her servants still remained under her control. The time was right.

“Finish her,” Felicity ordered to Celdepah between her own pants.

With a quick, well trained paw, Celdepah removed the strap that held Meynel's mouth shut, allowing Meynel her mouth and head. She immediately began to kiss Kala, once she had pushed the bit from her mouth and managed to nuzzle her lover's face from the pillow. Felicity's two personal maid mares began to give each other long, lusty, tongue-filled kisses, both lost in their combined sexual bliss. Celdepah began to pant heavily as Meynel let her body free of her last resistances. The extra stimulation tipped Celdepah from his aroused peak with a bellowing neigh. Meynel could feel the hot seed of Celdepah pumping into her body, filling her womb with throb after throb of warm (albeit infertile) semen. Like a chain of dominoes, Meynel's body surrendered itself to the carnal pleasures deep within that she was experiencing. Kala followed close behind Meynel, who was aroused by the kiss of her lover that was riding her peak, whist her marehood was being pressed against her princess' own. She whinnied into the kiss she shared as Felicity sat back and watched it all, taking pause to enjoy the rubbings Kala's desperate marehood made as it flexed by instinct. This was what Felicity enjoyed, the feeling of power that came from being atop it all.