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Tales of Morveria: The Modern Princess

Riding in an ornate carriage pulled by four large and powerful draft horses, the young princess, Nasia of Aralia, gazes upon the large walls of the militaristic city-state. It is not her own, as she is the daughter of a lord who himself rules another city-state. Nasia and her father are on a diplomatic mission, and a very important one at that. As the only child of her aging father, he has left no other heirs to claim his throne. Instead, he must send her to this land to marry the son of this city-state's lord; she must marry prince Morlys, a man she has never met before, in a marriage that's as much political as it is convenient.

Thankfully, Nasia's father isn't a cruel dictator, as many men in his position might be. She isn't forced to marry Morlys, and this is merely a meeting, to see if the prince and princess are even interested in the arrangement. Of course, there is some pressure, as Morlys will inherit a powerful city-state, the next most powerful after her father's. Any children born from their union will inherit both. It could be the beginning of a proper kingdom! Nasia is increasingly nervous as she watches the scenery rolling by, the ornately painted stone and brick buildings and brick roads that cause the horse's hooves to clop so nicely.

That has always been her favorite sound. Nasia leans back in her seat only to wince and reach a hand back to grab her shoulder. Her father turns to her, always concerned for his only child.

“Are you okay, my dear?”

“Just another knot...” She remarks, kneading it out. “One of hundreds...”

“I'm sorry.”

“These seats are comfortable, but not for such a long journey.”

“I agree.” Her father chuckles. “Don't worry. We'll be there very soon.”

“I know... This is such a pretty place.”

“I'm glad you think so.”

Leaning out of the cut-out window, she looks around before turning her eyes ahead to watch the driver flicks the reins. The leather straps pat the sides of the massive, four-legged beasts and Nasia's mind begins to wander.

“I could use a massage.” She murmurs to herself.

“You spend a lot of time with those ponies of yours.” Her father remarks. “Perhaps I should get a massage, sometime! Ruling a city is hard work!” He chuckles.

Nasia giggles and the pair fall into silence, admiring the city of their host. It's the first time Nasia has seen another place that was not her home, and though it's very similar it's just different enough to be exhilarating. The royal caravan soon comes to a stop in front of a large fortress. It looks somewhat like a palace, but the next closest city-state clearly values military strength more than Nasia's people do. As she steps out of the carriage and gazes upon the imposing structure, she's hit with the realization that this might be a more important mission than she had thought.

“Welcome, lord! It's good to see you again!” An older man in extravagant, flowing robes exclaims.

To Nasia's surprise, this man who has been waiting for them is introduced as the ruler of the city. Furthermore, he already seems to like her father a great deal. She knew her father had visited this place before as he was never one to send messengers to broker such important agreements, but she didn't expect them to be so friendly. Have they known each other for a long time? After gently embracing Nasia as though he was already her father-in-law, the lord and his guards lead Nasia and her father into the castle.

“I'm honored that you trust me so much!” The lord remarks.

“You haven't given me a reason to mistrust you... Yet.” Nasia's father teases.

“Of course not! … But if I wish, I could have you killed right here.” The lord teases, glancing back at them as they move deeper into the castle.

“If you did that, my wife would lead the army that would crush your people.” Nasia's father quips.

“Good point. I would hate to face a warrior so fierce!”

Both men chuckle and pat each other on the back.

“We would never dream of doing such a thing.”

The unseen voice is very soothing, and Nasia whirls around to find that she's looking upon a young, fit, and rather handsome man! He smiles at her with clean teeth, and emerald eyes that sparkle in the light. Wavy, wheat-colored hair looks full and soft to the touch. Nasia's eyes widen.

“Of course we wouldn't. Not if you are to become my brother!” The lord chirps, draping an arm over Nasia's father.

“It's good to see you again.” Her father says to the handsome young man.

“Likewise.” He bows his head with respect.

“Morlys, I would like to introduce you to Nasia.” The lord begins, waving a hand toward him in a silent plea to approach.

“M-Morlys?!” She stammers.

“Nasia... That's a beautiful name.” Morlys replies.

Nasia is taken aback. She had been told the name of the man she was being offered to, but she had no idea that he would be so intriguing! Morlys is quite the gentleman and leans forward to kiss the back of her hand. It's a strange but endearing custom, and Nasia can feel a bit of tension building. After the formal introductions, Nasia and Morlys are treated to a dinner where their fathers discuss how a wedding might take place and what it would mean for their two city-states. This could be the formation of a truly powerful kingdom, and from the delight in Morlys' father's voice, he seems hopeful that his grandchildren will inherit more than two cities...

“With our military strength and your strong economy, who's to stop you from adding a few other cities or two?”

“Perhaps a dozen villages will suffice?” Nasia's father jovially remarks.

“A dozen? Dream big, brother!”

As the two lords prattle on, Nasia looks to Morlys. She can see that he too looks a bit uneasy. This intrigues her. A Vostii of the bunny-kin approaches and serves him wassail. She pours the spiced drink into a polished bronze chalice and places it gingerly into his hand. It's a perplexing choice for a grown man to drink so casually, but he doesn't seem ashamed. He even smiles! After serving him, she scurries off without so much as glancing at anyone else. For a time, Nasia debates whether or not to move from her seat and place herself beside Morlys. That would not only be a good show of her support for the primarily political marriage but might also make them both feel better.

Unfortunately, before she can wrestle with the internal paralysis that keeps her firmly planted, the dinner is over. Their host offers them rooms, as they obviously cannot return home before nightfall; it was a day-long journey. Morlys rises from his seat and the same bunny-kin woman suddenly appears. She hovers over him but he gently waves a hand and so she bows her head and takes a step back. Nasia smiles as the handsome prince approaches her and happily accepts an escort to the west wing of the castle.

“It's where the finest rooms are located.” He assures her.

He had offered her his arm but she didn't take it, instead opting to walk beside him. He didn't seem to take offense. He shows her to a room and wishes her goodnight, but the bold Nasia asks if he might stay with her a while longer. He doesn't refuse. However, rather than accompanying her into the bedchamber, he leads her to a sitting room with a large balcony and a beautiful view of the coastline. Ornate bookshelves hold many tomes and scrolls. She glances at the shelves, and while some are for study, many of them are purely entertainment. It gives her a place to start, though she's content to have Morlys lead the conversation, and he is very good at it.

Morlys shows considerable interest in her admittedly few hobbies; he knows the books that she's read by heart, and is even fond of the same ballads. He's a soft-spoken and gentle young man, kind, and as alluring as his soothing voice and his dashing good looks make him out to be. Before the conversation is over, Nasia is already certain that she'll marry him. Her only concern is the periodic intrusion of the very same Vostii who had served Morlys at the dinner. The perky, young bunny girl with a rather plump chest and small but curvy behind keeps appearing to check on them.

“I [am] okay, Jeza. Truly.” He assures her, speaking to her in ancient Hitrosii.

“Okay.” The bunny girl bows her head.

“Please, rest.” He says in the sweetest of voices.

Nasia cannot help but glare at her as she leaves. Jeza even pauses at the archway, taking a moment to look back at him one last time! An awkward silence befalls them and Nasia stares at the empty archway with cold eyes.

“Are you okay?” A worried Morlys suddenly asks.

“I'm fine...”

“Ahh, I see...” He lets out a sigh.

“Oh?”

“Don't worry about her.”

“Wha-?! I'm not worried!” Nasia retorts.

“It's okay. I'm not upset, nor should you feel ashamed...”

Nasia can feel herself tensing, becoming increasingly defensive with each second. Morlys suddenly reaches out and takes her hand. His touch startles her at first, but in a good way. She quickly shifts her gaze from their hands to his big, emerald eyes.

“Jeza is my personal servant. She has been with me for many years, since we were both small. She is very dear to me; I protect her, and she only serves me, no one else.”

“Huh...”

“But you don't need to worry about her. I understand what's required of me. If you have any concerns or demands, please tell me. I may be the head of the family, but behind every strong man is a strong woman.” He assures her, softly stroking the back of her hand.

“You are very wise.” Nasia murmurs, truly enamored with the prince. “Everything is fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nasia merely nods.

“Alright...”

He slowly turns his head to look at the shimmering sea a distance from the balcony.

“It's rather late. I should probably take you to your room.”

“Please.” Nasia coos.

They make their way to her bedchamber, but as they walk Nasia cannot shake the feeling of being watched. She glances back several times but doesn't see anything out of the ordinary, at least until she reaches her door. As she turns to Morlys to say goodnight, she thinks she can spot the yellowish fur of Jeza's ear protruding from behind a decorative buttress in the fortress' interior wall. They're evenly spaced, and are good places for guards to hide behind, though she hasn't seen many of those. She turns to Morlys and takes hold of his hands.

“Would you like to come in?” She asks in a very soft and shy tone, her thumbs caressing his skin and rubbing little circles over the backs of his hands.

“Oh, I couldn't!” Morlys blushes, to Nasia's amusement. “Besides, that's something we should save for our wedding night...” He adds, giving her hands a squeeze. “Right?”

“Yes... You're right...” She bows her head, a little disappointed. “You are a good man, Morlys. I believe you will be a very good husband.”

“I'll do my best!” He chirps. “Good night, Nasia, and pleasant dreams.”

She watches the prince leaving her alone in the large and luxurious room, making his way back to another wing and toward the tuft of yellowish fur. Strangely, it doesn't move when he passes the buttress. Perhaps Jeza is a clever beast, waiting for Nasia to enter her room before chasing after her master? With a little growl, Nasia closes the door. She goes to bed but it's a chore to sleep. It isn't just that it's a strange room and that she's uncomfortable in a strange place, but a tiny seed of doubt has crept into her heart. Yes, it would be improper for the prince to spend the night with her, even if they somehow managed to keep to themselves, but the fact that he didn't accept her offer right away leaves her worried. Thankfully, she eventually falls into a deep sleep and enjoys very pleasant dreams.

The next day is a brief meeting over breakfast. Though she's offered the chance to stay and get to know Morlys better before making her decision, Nasia has already made up her mind. To their fathers' shared delight, Nasia is more than willing to marry the handsome and charming prince. Besides, she'd like to return home! Morlys smiles, but his mind seems to be elsewhere. Jeza, who like many of the beast folk is not capable of understanding human speech, is given a translation of the events by a human overseer, a woman who Nasia has witnessed taking charge of the servants. Jeza doesn't look very happy, though she hides it better than most beast folk would. Nasia cannot help but grin at the look on Jeza's face.

With another meeting scheduled, this time to make proper arrangements, Nasia and her father return to their caravan where their servants, both human and beast folk, await the royal family. It's a long and boring ride, and Nasia's mind wanders the whole way. However, as she comes closer to her home, she begins to liven.

“Are you alright, my dear? You have looked troubled for hours now.”

“I'm fine.” She murmurs.

“I don't mean to pry.” He adds, speaking in a tone that she knows means he will not let it go.

“It's just... I have lived with you my whole life.” She begins.

“As children do.” Her father smirks, nodding his head.

“After mother died, it was always us... Well, us and the servants and slaves.”

“What about your step-mother?”

“Oh... Her...” Nasia grumbles and lets out a heavy sigh. “To be honest, father, it only ever felt like you were there for me.”

“I try.”

Her father gives her a modest smile, resting a hand on her shoulder and giving her that same comforting squeeze.

“But now it won't be just us anymore. Things will be different... This will be a drastic change, won't it?”

“You'll become a wife and mother, so yes, I would say so! You haven't started already, have you? You were with Morlys for a while.” He chuckles, teasingly resting a hand on her belly.

“Father!” Nasia whines.

“I'm sorry. My precious daughter... Of course things will change, but you are royalty! There will be more work for you, more responsibilities; you may receive less time to relax, but I don't think it will be too different and you will adapt quickly. You always have.” He replies with more sincerity, draping an arm over her shoulders. “And you already like their city, so the transition will be easy.”

Nasia's mind races once more.

“W-where will I live?!” She asks as her eyes widen.

“With your husband, of course!”

“Oh...” She nibbles on her bottom lip, her eyes darting about.

“But as my only child, when I finally bequeath you the city and Morlys rules it as well, I suppose you and your husband can decide where you prefer to live. Will you remain in his family's palace or return here?” He adds, pondering the possibilities.

“I see.” A faint hint of excitement returns to her.

“Perhaps you'll keep my palace as a vacation home! No, no. Their palace has a view of the water... But maybe you would rather see the vineyards?” He continues, now speaking entirely to himself.

“Well, I'll certainly need a massage after this awful ride. My body isn't meant to be stuck in this carriage all day. Every muscle is tense, including my mind!” She complains but with a touch of humor.

“Yes, I know, but this was important.” He returns to the present.

“I know, father...” She says with a heavy sigh.

“Thank you.”

“Hmm?” She turns to him.

“This is a big decision, not just for you but for our family. I'm very proud of you, Nasia.”

She's heard that a few times before. In fact, Nasia has only ever heard praise from her father, but this time seems more sincere than all the others. They embrace, and she feels him gently petting the back of her head as he holds her tight.

“I know, father. I'll do good.” She promises.

“I know you will.” He replies before giving her a little kiss on the forehead.

As soon they return to the palace, Nasia turns to one of the slaves, a beast man with an amulet of trust dangling around his neck, alongside the usual collar. It bears the symbol of her family's crest. This symbol is also painted on the fur of his right bicep and left breast with dye that soaks through to the root and is very difficult to wash off. The untamed beast folk who live as primitives often use it to mark themselves, to display their lineage or display their savage tribe.

“Fetch Carsena.” She commands the slave in his tongue.

The submissive beast man does as he's told and scurries off to collect Nasia's best friend. It's been several days and Nasia wants to unwind. She knows just how to do it. Carsena and the loyal slave return just as Nasia has finished preparing everything. As the daughter of a wealthy spice and fur merchant, Carsena's family live in a manor estate not far from the palace. It isn't nearly as large or as extravagant as Nasia's home, but she lives better than the peasants by far. Carsena embraces Nasia, being very close to the princess, and the two gather their supplies and quickly sequester themselves in their favorite part of the palace where they'll gossip and relax.

They stretch out atop a long, raised bench. Ample padding is covered in soft fur taken from many animals. They lay face-down and rest their heads on their arms which are folded together. The furry hands of Nasia's slaves knead their bare flesh, squeezing out the knots and caressing them tenderly. They are very well-trained. As they relax, Nasia regales her best friend and doesn't spare any details. She starts with the neighboring city-state and it's beautiful view and lovely weather before quickly switching to the most important part; Morlys.

“... And he's so handsome and charming! I swear, I felt my breath pulled from my body! His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, just like your mother's ancient broach.”

“Ooh! He sounds delightful!” Carsena coos as much from the slave's hands as Nasia's description.

“I'm thankful that he wasn't one of the guards.” She giggles.

“Nasia...” Carsena lifts her head from her arms.

“I'm just saying! … A man so delightful to the eyes can be a very difficult temptation.”

“Yes, but as a princess you have certain responsibilities. You cannot enjoy the company of mere guards.”

“Ugh! I know... Though I sometimes wish I didn't have these responsibilities...”

“But that's just how life is; you have to take a bigger role if you want to enjoy these luxuries. If you weren't a princess, would you have such a comfortable life?”

“I suppose that's true... It's a shame I couldn't enjoy this while also being a commoner.” Nasia remarks. “What do you think the life of a common woman is like?”

“I couldn't even begin to imagine... Anyway, at least you had a nice time with him! Did you agree to marry him?!” Carsena excitedly asks.

“Yes. He's so handsome and so kind, and he listens when I talk! That's not even mentioning who he is. I would be a fool to say no.”

“It sounds like it was a very good trip, then.” Carsena remarks.

“Well... Almost...” Nasia narrows her eyes as she recalls Jeza, Morlys' loyal, dutiful and somewhat plucky slave.

Nasia cannot help but take the time to gripe about Morlys' overly-attentive Vostii, about how she doted on him and was almost always underfoot; she was everywhere Nasia could see her. It doesn't take more than a few sentences before Carsena realizes that Nasia is actually quite jealous of the beast woman. Nasia cannot help but comment about the bunny-kin's shapely figure, returning to the size and perkiness of her bosoms and the appealing shape of her buttocks multiple times.

“I'm sorry to interrupt, Nasia, but... Why are you so jealous of a slave?” She cannot help but ask.

“Because, Carsena, she was always there. They seem to be so close... He probably sleeps with her!”

“... So?”

“That might even be why he didn't enter my bedchamber when I offered...” Nasia murmurs, becoming lost in thought. “Maybe he feared if he put it in me, he wouldn't have energy left for Jeza...”

After a brief pause, Nasia makes a hand gesture and the servants move away. Hooves clop as they walk about the room.

“That furry little wench. She probably licks his pole daily... Mmm...” Nasia closes her eyes, enjoying a single hand about her body. “She may even have felt his s-stones against her scrawny butt... Nnh! M-maybe she's feeling him right now?!” Nasia fights the urge to gasp and glances back at her slave.

Carsena's attendant is also one of Nasia's slaves, duty bound to follow her commands. He does the same to the merchant's daughter just as eagerly as he would to Nasia.

“Hhf! B-but don't you think that's, hhf, a-a little hypocritical?” Carsena asks, huffing and puffing.

“Nngh. Why would it be?!” Nasia looks to her friend, her teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.

“B-because you-AHH!!!” Carsena suddenly yelps. “Oh. I-I almost forgot...” She groans, her fingers curling and raking the fur of the bench.

“Mmm, I didn't.” Nasia coos.

The princess closes her eyes and rests her head atop her arms as her slaves begin the real work. The bench that the two young women lay upon is not a conventional design but has multiple pairs of angled wings placed on either side. They're perfect for the women to rest their spread legs while the beast men stand between them. The leg supports are placed in such a way that four women, either facing the same direction or facing in alternating directions, can comfortably enjoy the pleasure of a man. The padding is ample and the fur very soft, so it's not uncomfortable either way they choose to utilize the bench; they can lie face-down, on their backs, or even sit upright at the edge. It was custom built at her request and to her specifications as “a decoration.”

With both women facing the same direction, the two Korutan of the pony-kin, who had been massaging the naked women's backs and thighs, now stand in a very natural position. With his hands gripping her hips, Nasia's attendant methodically pushes all eight-inches of his equine endowment deep inside of her, until she can feel his large stones pressing against her womanhood. Carsena enjoys a pony who is almost as large as the other, trembling as her body adjusts to his member while he clings to her buttocks and squeezes, pulling her backward as he pushes forward. The two-legged ponies do what they have done so many times before and rock their hips, pumping their manhoods into and out of their panting, moaning and writhing lovers.

It's a point of pride for the beast folk to mate with a human, even if it's solely for pleasure, and Nasia's ponies are always happy when they're the ones chosen for this task. It isn't exactly special as all of them have done this countless times, but they'll still gloat about being the first chosen; the other four who remain in Nasia's stable have to live with that. Of course, it won't be long before Nasia calls her other friends to indulge alongside her. All six ponies have enjoyed sex with Nasia and her friends in the undisturbed depths of the palace dungeon, and many of them have even shared Nasia at once. Carsena once saw her best friend take a pony into her loins, another in her rear, and a third in her mouth, all on a dare.

The two bipedal ponies soon find their rhythm and get to work. Two whole days is a long time for Nasia to go without “massages” or “relaxing,” and so she doesn't last very long. Carsena, who hasn't joined her for a few days before Nasia's trip, is equally starved of masculine attention, as she is unmarried and her father keeps no intact male slaves. Both women climax very quickly. That won't do, and so the well-trained beast men keep going. After making both humans enjoy two orgasms each, they're finally allowed to climax themselves. As always, they push themselves deep and unload inside of them. It's been some time for the ponies as well, and so there is plenty for the women to enjoy.

Finally finished, the two noble women relax and pant for air. Nasia looks back at her current partner, one of her favorites because of the girth of his member and his skills when using it. She blows him a little kiss, her sign that he's done a good job. He smiles and bows his head to his mistress.

“A-as I was saying... Hhff-hhff!” Carsena pants, motioning for her partner to remove himself. “I don't see how you can be mad at Morlys for indulging when, nngh, when you do the same.” She winces as the pony's manhood pulls out of her.

“But I don't do the same.” Nasia casually replies, her own partner still completely sheathed within her body, his hands still clinging to her hips.

“You think you do worse?!” Carsena asks, lifting a leg and inspecting herself as she rolls onto one side.

“Hah! No, what I mean is...” Nasia glances back and utters one word in his tongue. “Out.” He obeys and removes himself from her body. She doesn't wince. “What I mean is I can't do the same. I'm a female...” She begins, slowly rolling onto her back and collecting a damp rag from a bowl atop the bench. She tosses it to her friend and grabs the second. “Women can't indulge the way men can.”

“I don't understand...” A perplexed Carsena raises and eyebrow.

“It's simple.” Nasia huffs as she wipes up her partner's seed which slowly seeps out of her reddened loins. “Ooh, it really has been too long... I will never go two days without my ponies again!”

“Nasia?” Carsena presses her.

“Hmm? Oh, well, I cannot penetrate.”

“... So?”

“So I'm not as guilty as a man. Men penetrate women. It's an aggressive act. A man who puts himself into a woman's body is violating her, conquering her, even if she has asked for it. That takes much of the blame away from us. If Morlys sleeps with that bunny, that wench...” She cannot help but growl the final word. “Then I've misjudged him, and he's a pig!”

Carsena blinks, then squints her eyes as she tilts her head to one side.

“I'm sorry, but that makes no sense!” She exclaims, slowly sitting up atop the bench and also wiping herself clean with the damp rag.

“I don't see how you're confused.”

“Really?!” Carsena almost laughs.

“Explain. Please. I'm curious.” Nasia smirks.

“By that logic, then even if Jeza likes him and wants to have sex with him, Morlys is conquering her.”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you jealous of her? Isn't she a victim?!”

“...”

Nasia seems to ponder for a moment before shaking her head. The hooves clop around them as the two pony-kin move away from the bench. Carsena watches them washing themselves with perfumed water mixed in a bronze basin sitting on the floor beside the special bench. It leaves their musky bodies smelling of lavender.

“Let's try this a different way...”

“Okay.”

“I think what we do here with your pony slaves is not any different then what men do with their female slaves.” Carsena continues.

“It's completely different!” Nasia swiftly retorts.

“Sex is sex.”

“No, it's not.”

“Do you think your father would agree? What about your step-mother?” Carsena raises an eyebrow.

“I could care less what my step-mother thinks, though I can't believe he hasn't figured it out yet.” Nasia giggles. “I almost feel bad for father. How long have we been doing this? Years?! Hehe!”

“What about Morlys?” Carsena presses her to keep her on topic. “I doubt that when you spoke, you told him about these little romps with your slaves. What do you think he'd say if he knew what we were doing here today? What you've done when alone with all six of your ponies?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“Doesn't it? You don't think he'd feel a little jealous of your six ponies?!” Carsena feels a headache coming on.

“He shouldn't.” Nasia replies, setting the damp rag aside and rolling onto her belly to watch the two pony-kin washing their genitals, a lusty smile on her face. “They're merely slaves, and as I said before, this is completely different.”

“I think he would disagree...” Carsena murmurs.

“Ugh...” Nasia rolls her eyes before returning her attention to her slaves' bodies.

The two pony-kin look to each other, and the one who was Nasia's partner motions with a hand. He's a slightly older male who has also been around longer; he commands the respect of the others. He points toward a bubbling cauldron which hangs over red embers in the small stone fireplace in the corner. It's where the contraceptive tea of neberrum is brewing, waiting for the humans to consume it so that the beast men's seed will not impregnate them. The one who was Carsena's partner nods and clops his way over to the cauldron but stops when Nasia suddenly calls out to them by name. He turns and looks to her.

“Come.” She says in their tongue, motioning to both of them.

They obey.

“Right... Well, let's just say that you go to Morlys, and as a requirement of the marriage you demand that he sell that Vostii of his...”

“Okay.” Nasia's smile widens as her slaves approach, their hooves clopping so pleasantly on the stone floor. It's her favorite sound. “Suppose I do. Then what?”

“Then, because he seems to be a kind man who cares for your feelings, he sells Jeza; he sells his favorite servant for you! Or at the very least removes her from your presence. Either way, you will never see her again.”

“I can only hope...” Nasia mutters, reaching out to stroke both pony's flaccid manhoods.

“So, she's no longer there and you have Morlys all to yourself... Will you continue to enjoy 'massages' from your ponies? Will you still want to 'relax' with them so often?”

“Of course!” Nasia chirps, weighing both of her pony's members in her hands. Unable to decide, she lifts them both and brings them close to her face. “I'm a princess, and a female. As I've said, when Morlys penetrates his servant he is the aggressive one, but I cannot sully myself; we women can only be sullied.”

“... Okay?” Carsena struggles to understand Nasia's logic, watching her friend gleefully licking the ponies' poles and swiftly awakening them.

“Mmm-besides...” Nasia kisses the tip of her chosen partner, then motions with her head, causing her slave to clop his way around the bench. “So long as I give him a human child or two, I'm doing my duty as his wife. If they don't know about my greatest source of pleasure, then I'm still pure in their eyes. Th-that's all that-HHHF!!! M-matters... Mmm-yeah.”

Nasia gasps and then coos as the pony who had just been inside of Carsena penetrates her loins, already eager for a second round. Her ponies are so experienced that they can perform many times in a single day, to the princess' delight. Nasia looks to her friend and winks before opening wide and eagerly taking her first partner's manhood into her mouth.

“I see...” Carsena murmurs, watching her friend continuing to indulge her carnal pleasures. “Well, thank you for your hospitality. It's been wonderful as always...”

She pauses to wait for a reply but can only hear Nasia's slurping.

“I should probably go...”

As Carsena dresses, she can hear the sounds of Nasia and the ponies, who are unable to muffle their pleasure. She hastily pours herself some of the hot tea, scooping it from the cauldron with a ladle and pouring it into a bowl beset in a basin of cold water. It cools the tea quickly enough so that she doesn't have to wait long. Feeling increasingly uneasy, she swiftly gulps down the bitter and acrid substance. As she leaves, she glances back one final time to witness the debauchery of the princess with her two ponies. Their three bodies move in a synchronous rhythm, a carnal dance of the most obscene nature. The merchant's daughter still cannot fully understand: why is she so jealous over Morlys and his solitary bunny-kin servant when she does this so often?!

“I dreamt of you all while I was gone. All six of you were serving me...” Nasia remarks to her two slaves in her own language, so that they cannot understand her. “We should fetch [the] other ponies.” She then speaks to them in ancient Hitrosii, before filling her mouth again.

“Well... Bye...” Carsena murmurs, still standing near the door.

The trio are too busy to notice or even acknowledge her. She leaves, closing the heavy wooden door behind her and making her way out of the deepest depths of the palace, a dungeon that hasn't been used for it's intended purpose in years. It's where Nasia keeps her prized pony-kin slaves, and where these sordid meetings between the six Korutan, the princess and her wealthy and high-status friends often take place. As she makes her way outside, the warmth of the evening sunlight on her face, Carsena can only wonder what will happen if Nasia truly does marry Morlys. What if he weds her before he discovers what she does for pleasure?! She dreads to think of the poor prince and so she doesn't, making her way home to her father.