The zebra prince was no stranger to what being the next in line for the throne entailed. Being a prince meant that he could get whatever he wanted from whomever he wanted. To say that he was spoiled would have been an understatement. However, his father, the King, did his best to keep the young steed and future king hardened and fit to rule the kingdom when his time to sit on the throne came. He trained him in battle, taught him all there was to know about ruling over the largest kingdom on the continent, and gave him a few tips and tricks when it came to choosing his wife and concubines. His father said that he could have fun with any woman or man he wanted, but he had to choose a female zebra to wed to keep the bloodline of the dynasty pure. The King provided some tough love for his son, but his mother, (the queen who named him Ashley), on the other hand, spoiled her son to the fullest extent that she could. She gave Ashley affection, talked about boys with him, and ensured him that his father loved him no matter what, even if the King had more conservative views and did not understand his son’s interest in the same sex.

However, the young zebra prince wasn’t only interested in men, he was into women, too. He found that out when he saw one of the new servants that had been brought in from one of the faraway lands that his father’s army had just conquered. The servant he saw was a species called a “tiger”, like a lion with black stripes, unlike any species he had ever seen before. The first time she walked by was when she was headed to his father’s bedroom with a tray of exotic tropical fruits. The see-through silk pants made sure that every single stripe on that exotic feline was visible and the gold servant’s jewelry jingled around as she walked by the young prince and vanished behind the door of his father’s quarters. He found it hard to take his eyes off that tiger, and he had never found it an issue to ignore his father’s female equine servants. But this particular servant… She was exotic, the way she swayed her hips as she walked with that tray of fruit was erotic. Her long and stripey tail, her pink soft paw pads, and her sharp teeth had him hooked, constantly looking for her to catch a glimpse of whenever she came around the palace with the usual fruits for his father. He saw her with her tray of fruits every day, and a few times, she saw him, too, and even smiled at him. He later learned that her name was “Alex”.

It was then when he realized he wanted her. And being a prince, he wasn’t going to not get what he wanted.

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The zebra prince leaned back in the throne in his private spa. “Hmm…. Now tell me again, where are you from, tigress?” Nude, except for his royal jewelry that adorned his neck, arms, and wrists, the young prince was relaxing on a hot day with his new favorite exotic striped-cat servant. He opened up his eyes and laid them upon her as she walked towards him. The tigress wore her see-through silk pants, a silk sash draped over her chest, and her golden servant’s decorative jewelry. He had finally gotten some time alone with the tigress servant he had seen bring fruits for his father time and time again. Content on getting her away from him and instead to serve him for the day. Much to his surprise, all it took was him asking his father if he could have her for the day, and he told him he could have her for as long as he wanted. Surely, the King was happy to see his son requesting the company of a female companion. But alas, he did have his way regardless.

“I’m from a land far east, my prince,” the tigress smiled as she placed the tray of fresh mango, watermelon, and guava on the armrest of the zebra prince’s spa relaxation throne. She plucked one slice of mango from the fancy golden tray and hovered the juicy yellow fruit in front of the herbivore’s lips. “Mango, my prince?”

The zebra prince bit the mango and chewed. “Lovely, nothing better than cold and juicy mango on a hot day,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled from the fruit in his mouth. As the zebra swallowed, the tigress plucked up a second slice and held it in front of him. He took the second slice, chewed, swallowed, and let out a refreshed sigh. He brought a hand up to gesture that he had enough of the fruit for now and the tigress placed the tray of fruits on a small table off to the side. She then watched him as he looked over the massive oasis of water in the spa in front of him.

“And is it the same over there as it is here? Is it a desert where you are from too, Alex?” Ashley seemed to be incredibly interested in where his servant came from. The prince started to sweat as he sat outside in the heat. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and began running down his face, while his chest, legs, and uncovered crotch started their own beads, puddles, and pools of sweat as well. It didn’t take very long for the smell of his sweat to spread into the air around him as he sat on his throne.

Alex shook her head as she looked at the zebra, “No, my prince. Where I come from, the lands are covered in green, not gold,” she let out a soft chuckle but stopped herself as to not come across as if she was mocking the prince’s lands. Upon hearing her mention how her home was green and not gold like the sands of the desert they were in, Ashley took his eyes off the spa oasis in front of him and looked up at his tigress servant. “How was it? The only green I really see is here in the palace, and it doesn’t feel very natural.” The equine lifted his right hoof and kicked at the green plants that decorated his smooth sandstone throne.

The tiger’s nose started to wiggle as she picked up the scent of her prince’s sweat. “It was much cooler than here, but it could also get hot. It just wasn’t a dry hot like it is here, much more humid, my prince.” The zebra’s scent was rather intoxicating to the tigress, she could smell that he was hot and bothered and the scent that was coming from his flaccid cock and balls in between his thighs was pretty good. She tried to hide her sniffing and kept it quiet so that her prince wouldn’t notice that she was indulging a little. Her green eyes did peek down at what the striped horse was packing down below, though.

The heir to the throne nodded slowly as he listened to his exotic servant talk about her homeland. He felt a little bad that his father had his men ship her and others back out here to the desert where she wasn’t quite fit to live… His lips formed a frown for a second as he imagined what the green and humid lands she talked about looked like, but his frown disappeared when he saw her smiling at him.

“Don’t feel bad, your highness,” the big cat with big teeth smiled wider at the equine as she noticed his momentary frown. “My life is quite a bit better here in your kingdom,” she chuckled. “I was free back at home, yes, but my tribe would have had me married off to some rival tribe to ease the tension between us, that would not have been a fun life for me.” The tigress took a few steps and walked over to stand in front of the throne the royal sat on. The Prince’s eyes followed his tigress servant, watching her breasts, her ass, and her pussy through her see-through clothing. When she stopped in front of him, his eyes lingered at her breasts for a while before they returned back up to her face and eyes.

“Feeling warm, my prince? You’re sweating a lot.” Alex raised her brow at him before she turned left and right to try and find one of those overly large feathered fans she saw earlier.

Ashley was quick to nod as he was feeling the heat and was sweating into the throne he sat on. If he stood up, there would be a sweat outline of his ass and balls on it. He could even begin to smell himself as sweat poured from his pores from the scorching heat of the desert. Even though they were under a roof and in the shade, he still felt very, very hot. He looked to his servant and saw that she was barely sweating at all. A confused look on his face, he tilted his head to the side, “Yes, the air is like a furnace today, how are you not sweating, too?”

“I am, it’s just underneath all of my fur,” she responded, turning to look at him as she did, before turning back to look around for the fan some more.

As the tigress twisted and turned looking for the fan, her breasts jiggled and her butt came into view for the zebra. Suddenly, the heat he was feeling increased by around two-fold, although the new heat he was feeling was more internal as his blood pumped through his veins and down to his Johnson. His eyes darted between her breasts, butt, pussy, and all of those stripes that had allured him to “borrowing” her from his father in the first place. His flaccid equine member twitched and throbbed as blood began pumping through it.

Twitch. Twitch.

Throb.