Commission Applestooranges
"I assure you sire. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are all novices until instructed."
"Thank you so much Reginald.. But you understand the... Sensitivity of this topic correct? It's not as if I can search around for information."
The aide nodded. This was a strange circumstance after all. His mane of white and black messy from recent sleep. And his similarly striped coat less lustrous then would be proper for a royal attendant. He had come here under the princes.. No. the king now. But under a request at an odd hour, and with an emphasis of discretion. It was understandable for a man his age to have.. Curiosity about this topic. And the station he had inherited made every action stand under great scrutiny. Even those that were perfectly natural.
"I don't know what I'm too do. My marriage's date looms over me every day. With the wedding bed viewed by her family as well as my own, I'm terrified that I will act uncouth and bring shame on the crown. But it's not as if I can train through practice. It's my solemn vow to have never touched another woman upon my wedding bells..."
There was no doubt that the king, running tawny fingers through his amber mane and licking his teeth with serrated tongue. Was overreacting. None could blame a virgin for fumbles in a bedroom. Even if that bedroom was the royal bedchambers. But it wasn't as if his fears rested entirely in childish insecurity. There would be those at the wedding ceremonies who where eager to use any misstep as a weapon against his highness...
"I might have a solution, your grace. That would not require breaking your vows or making a fool of yourself in front of potentially... Ungrateful eyes."
The face looking up towards Reginald was that not of a king, but of a hopeful little kitten for a few moments. Before doubt and suspicions turned those gleaming eyes into something more befitting of the king of beasts. Still, a mere donkey like himself couldn't help but squirrel this moment of adorable weakness away into the depths of his heart.
"What might that be Reginald..?"
Instead of answering immediately. The aide steeled himself for a moment. It should be a task of no great difficulty, after all, his highness was of course a pent up little boy to a pair of discerning eyes. So with a single breath the zebra descended upon the kings little predatory form. Lips parting to nibble upon feline ears while dexterous hands slipped under the bedclothes of their liege to splay over the hips hidden beneath.
"You use me your highness~"
Despite the earnest attempt at seduction, the kings face twisted with surprise, then nervousness. And finally shyness. Despite Reginald's earnest hope that a direct advance would stir some predatory instincts, the king was of course a young man. It was a blessing that he hadn't pulled away from the touch of his aide.
"I am no woman, and so long as you trust my loyalty, there should be no risk of scandal. It would be my honor to be a teacher for you where none else can sire."
"R-regi.. Wouldn't this be.. An act of homosexual intent..?"
Ah. So the resistance was something so trivial.
"Of course not sire. This is an act of practice. There is no love between men like a woman if you are simply preparing for your future."
"B-but you're asking me too.."
At some point the kings fingers had reached around to stabilize his position, and now those fingers dug into the striped flank they had been holding onto this whole time. A shudder reaching down through the lions form.
"I'm just offering you the ability to gain experience. It could hardly be compared to anything sordid. Do you not trust my word sire?"
The king looked up at Reginald. The man had been second only to a father to him. It wasn't as if he was never mistaken. But more often then not, Regi had only ever thought of the king in terms of upmost benevolence. What kind of shamelessness would it be to doubt that now? When it was the king himself who bent the ear of a friend in a trying time?
"No. of course. You're right. This couldn't possibly be gay.. If you say so."
The king pressed his head closer to Reginald. Finding comfort in the warmth the chest provided. Or perhaps he should imagine this chest was carrying a bosom? He doubted his wife to be would be so much taller than him. Or have such a wide ass...
"Of course not. You should think of this only as practice.. Thankfully you have come with the intent to learn~"
The king made an involuntary little meow as Reginald palmed the royal shaft. It was already erect of course, and an adorable length.. No. It was improper to think of his liege's member in such terms. It really was a thing of beauty, rather then the brutish overlarge shaft of an equine, it was a smooth slick thing, pointed tip running with little bumps along its twitching shaft. Its size threatening not even a hint of discomfort. Would it be too forward of an aide ot beg to be stuffed with this? Well. perhaps in any other context..
"Naturally, you're to learn the duties of a husband, so even if it's less of an enjoyable lesson. I'll remind you to treat me like a wife. That its, as your property to be used for relief and the carrying of your precious seed."
Reginald watched with expectant eyes as the king nodded, but the tension in his stance was still obvious. Of course there was little more one could expect from a complete virgin. But still Reginald couldn't help but neigh with annoyance as the wait for his 'husband' making a move became unbearable. Instead Reginald made the first play. Kneeling before his lord to show subservience and planting a kiss on the tip of the feline cock. It tasted nearly sweet, clean and fresh without a hint of dominating manly musk.
"R-regi.. Y-your sure this isn't.. Gay?"
"Yes sire, especially not from your position."
Long equine tongue flopping down, spreading spit over the kings untouched penis quickly earned a dollop of clear pre, witch was immediately snatched up by the same tongue before a quick little slurp on the tip dragged out any other proof of the kings pleasure. Crying out at the pure sensation of it all it was the most the young lion could do to grab his aid by the ears, zebra's auditory organs making for perfect handles.
Reginald felt his heart stop for a moment, his lord squeezing over his ears stopping the mans entire body at once. Something truer then words seizing him the moment he was grabbed in such a way, the flavor of his majesties cock not helping the sudden sense of helplessness in Reginald's chest. But even in this position, the king looked down on him with a kittens eyes, panting for breath at the mere taste of masculine pleasure Reginald had provided so far. But some cognition, or instinctual hunger, forcing his liege to move.
The hold on his head was ironclad, or at least unquestionable to Reginald, but the usage of such a dominant position was... Questionable. His sire didn't simply drag his servants head down to bear upon his crotch like a toy to be used. Instead keeping Reginald's head still as more.. Fundamental plans unfolded. The king's hips thrusting in a slow but steady utilization of the hole provided, completely uncaring of what orifice was bringing the royal rod such pleasures. But even without moving his tongue Reginald couldn't help but notice the kings seizes of pleasure, and little, submissive moans. The royal aide had never imagined a facefucking could lack dominance, but here he sat.
"Mm-gnh.. Y-you feel so good. A-ah am I going to fast? S-should I shift around more? Ah am I squeezing too tightly?"
The pace of the thrusts slowed to a crawl as insecurity seized the king. Even giving up his grip as he worried about his technique. Reginald couldn't help but roll his eyes. With the kings nerves so wound up there was no chance that this instruction would bear any fruit. Thankfully. He had the tool to help relax his highness within reach.
Gllkgllkglkglk!!
"R-reeeggiee~ my-peeniss! Its going to meelt~ s-slow downnnn~ n-nowaitnnghghhhh!!~"
The fiendish rate of throating.. Well, more like mouthing, the kings cock wasn't slowed by his confused mutterings. The king couldn't explain why Regi had been possessed to do such a thing to his lieges cock, but the blindingly fast thrusts of that long face smashing lips against the kings groin terrified the young royal. If not for the firm grip Regi had on his buttocks and the crippling weakness such profane pleasure spread throughout his body the king might have leapt away from it. Instead the pleasure mounted, building on itself like a fire consuming a log. Growing hotter and hotter until the king was sure he was going to perish in the flames of such debauchery. His whole body reduced to only his cock, resting on a bed of warm tongue and feeling every bump along it before everything broke. The sensations of his whole body being torturously joyous for a single fleeting moment as the kings dick surged and sprayed its seed. Staining his aides tongue and removing all the strength in his body.
A line of mixed fluids connected Regi's mouth to the royal scepter long after they parted, a long, deliberate swallow making the kings body shake down to the core. His spent shaft pulsing with new vigor as Regi bent over, sticking out massive flanks of white and black for the young king to claim as his own, a dark ring of precious donut hanging between those two jiggling cheeks.
"Now that you've had some time to adjust. Perhaps you can take your position at the lead your highness..?"
The king gulped. Hands reaching out and pushing apart the brazen display of cheeks to look directly at his prize. Perhaps lingering a bit too long as he stared at the heavy sack and equine member hanging underneath. But boyish curiosity couldn't keep the little lord away from the temptation, fingers prodding and tugging experimentally at donkey asshole until it produced a little neigh from his aide.
"R-regi.. I trust you but.. Are you sure this isn't..?"
"Please sire. You should focus first and foremost on your 'studies' Please simply allow yourself to enjoy this and learn your position of dominance over your 'wife' for both our sakes."
A final moment of the king revolving himself is all it took to tempt his penis to a clandestined makeout session with the donut infront of him. Pointed tip easily parting those ravenous charcoal lips. Pure instinct taking over with the introduction of such a warm, tight entrance. Forcing the kings hips forward in a clumsy thrust. His hands quickly finding their place groping and squeezing over the ridiculous breadth of flank Regi presented.
The king seemed to finally start bearing the weight of his crown. Plunging balls deep into the tight little backdoor of his aide without need for further provocation, stirring up those lowly donkey insides, ruthlessly reshaping zebra asshole around that bump laden feline cock. Pounding without restraint over his toy's prostate and not even taking notice how the flat headed meat pole between striped legs bounced and throbbed. The way a true ruler. No. a true man. Should. Choked moans and grunts of pleasure almost forming a roar to proclaim his property. And suddenly the affair became very wet. And warm.
"R-reeeggii~~"
"Mn. your endurance will have to come with practice your lordship."
"L-loosen uppp~"
The twitching, edged out annus of Regi seemed to be all the more stimulating for the fresh spray of royal seed across it, rugged interior squeezing far too tight for the king's oversensitive cock to pull away.
"I'm sorry your highness. But we have much practice to do yet~"