The King Kheluhlien ascended the stairs, his temper rising with each flight up the wide staircase, hooves thudding dully on the solid stone as they rose into the tower. “I do apologize, master. It isn’t much further, your grace. Please do forgive…” whimpered an annoyingly obsequious old servant almost incessantly as he lead the heavy warhorse ever-upward. Kheluhlien glanced into a few of the rooms as he climbed to a new landing. They appeared to be guest quarters. He snorted… “Why am I in the residential wing of the palace? Where is this fool leading me to?” he thought to himself, finally speaking up, “I have an appointment with the Prince, slave. You shouldn’t be showing me to my quarters, you should be taking me to meet him.” he scolded, not making any effort to keep the edge from his voice. The servile old horse cowed under his eyes’ glare, “My apologies, your majesty. I beg your patience. The Prince asked me to have you meet him on the high terrace.”

Kheluhlien rolled his eyes and sighed. “What is this, some kind of bribe?” he thought, knowing that the high terrace of the residential wing would be the prince’s harem, and not for serious diplomatic meetings. “Is he going to offer me some little nobody to try and weasel a concession out of me? Doesn’t he know that I have my own harem? I always thought Lord Etheras was more clever than this…” the zebra King thought to himself as they finally levelled off on the top landing. But he couldn’t suppress a slight stirring in his loins at the thought of Etheras himself. The boy prince was of such impeccable court breeding - fur the purest of white - shining and beautiful. His cold intelligent eyes, his slim delicate form, the refined grace and finishing-school poise of his movements and posture… he was so fashionable, it was easy to forget that he’s a boy. “How lovely the fennec boy would look, ornamenting my court at my side.” he considered. Yes - the only thing in Etheras’s harem that Kheluhlien could imagine wanting is Etheras himself… and that wasn’t likely to happen. He was a powerful prince.. not as powerful as King Kheluhlien himself, but not the type of personality likely to fit his image of what a King’s mate should be. Too headstrong. If the little fop would be his girl he would have to learn his place, and Kheluhlien didn’t think he had it in him.

… which is why Kheluhlien was so surprised when the servant opened the tall gold-leaf door onto the terrace to find it unoccupied. Or… not entirely unoccupied, but rather than a whole harem of girls, a single scantily-clad white figure relaxed in the center, eyeing him with amber eyes while drawing smoke from a hookah. Kheluhlien felt his body moving forward as-if on its own, for his mind was too shocked to do anything more than keep his body upright. Could it be..? The figure turned its face to him, and Kheluhlien recognized the delicate features of the fennec prince Etheras… but what was he wearing??

“Welcome to your harem away from home, your Majesty” Etheras said, rolling onto his back to show off his costume. He was dressed as a harem boy, wearing only a tight thong covering his boyhood, otherwise naked aside from extravagant gold harem jewelry… fine chains, bangles, anklets… but he didn’t quite fit the part. There was something regal and majestic about him, either taught or bred, that elevated him above a harem boy or girl.. he was too good for it. It was as if those all boys and girls were a bunch of bad actors clumsily playing out their part, and that only now for the first time he saw what they were trying to capture… and Etheras had done it so effortlessly. It was simply -him-.

“My harem, you say?” Kheluhlien asked, grinning and stepping closer, taking in the whole sight once the initial shock had worn off. He simply gazed down at the inviting sight until he heard the soft click of the door closing behind him. “Does that mean you have to do as I say, little boi?” rumbled the large, heavy-set King.

“I’m here to fulfill your every desire, your Majesty,” said Etheras with a glint in his eye, before placing the mouthpiece of the hookah between his lips and drawing from it once more. Kheluhlien watched, eyes sliding over that perfect effeminate boy-body, grinning, but was a little surprised to see that the fox was inhaling the smoke. And when he blew it out his nose, the zebra detected the faintest whiff of burning poppy.

“Be careful with that. If you smoke too much you’ll fall asleep before you finish sucking my cock.” said the zebra with a chuckle, walking over and laying himself down on a pile of pillows. Etheras responded immediately, rolling over and spooning up against Kheluhlien’s side.

“Is that what the King would like?” said the harem fennec with a smile, placing a slender paw on the zebra’s broad chest, gazing up at his face, eyes slightly glazed from the intoxication of the opium.

“Yes, my beauty” Kheluhlien responded, sliding a hand around the boy to hug that small body against him… but not before blatantly cupping one of Etheras’s perfect rump cheeks and giving it a firm squeeze, causing the fennec to gigle.

“Of course, your majesty.” Etheras responded, getting up, pushing aside the zebra’s loincloth, and untying the bulging thong that kept his massive cock from flopping out. Now freed, the large black meat dangled heavily, long and thick but as-yet only half-aroused, Etheras leaned over and kissed it, pressing his soft lips to the hot skin. He sniffed and nosed the powerful shaft, admiring and exploring it, before beginning to lap at it, tonguebathing him out on this terrace under the blue open sky. It was heaven.

“Mmmm - yes, boy…” Kheluhlien responded with a grin, his paw moving back down to feel that perfect ass of his. Kheluhlien couldn’t believe that this was happening! His deepest, darkest fantasy, and it was coming true before his eyes. He would make the most of it, and drew the hookah over to him, taking several puffs while watching the boy of his dreams worship his cock with that beautiful young mouth of his… so soft… so wet…

Kheluhlien moved his hand up the fennec’s back, rubbing the lithe form up from his ass until his hand rested on his small head, petting his massive ears back encouragingly. “Mmm yes…” the King murmurred again, “.. now suck it.” he commanded, cupping the back of the prince’s head and pushing his face into the dark dickflesh. For an instant, the fennec looked miffed. Clearly he’d never been treated with such playful disrespect before, but as fast as it had come the expression was gone, and the fennec seemed even more excited at his deprecation. He moved in closer, kneeling at Khel’s side, and bent over the zebra’s lap, opening wide to fit the fat dickhead into his maw. The zebra’s cock was so big and the fennec’s mouth so small and cute that it hardly fit, but the harem boy worked at it, and was soon bobbing his head up and down the first third of the King’s royal meat, small paws rubbing the base of his shaft and his heavy sac.

It was “all so relaxing”, the zebra thought, as the opium made all the tension drain out of his body… all except for the tension between his legs, at least. And he watched, lazily puffing, as Etheras sucked him, taking short breaks from giving head to tonguebathe the long zebra length, until finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, and Khel blasted Etheras in the face with a huge load of steaming-hot zebra cum. The fennec looked surprised, the relaxation of the opium having hidden any indications that Kheluhlien was getting close to ejaculating until just before the fennec found himself covered. Etheras giggled, and the zebra joined in with his deep rumbling laugh, before snuggling up against the large striped equine… and there they took a nap together under the afternoon sun. Satiated, intoxicated, and in bliss.

Etheras returned to Kheluhlien’s kingdom, and was prominently displayed in the King’s court - a marvel to behold in the exotic white-feathered plumes and shining silk he wore as formal attire. He was a testament to the power of the King… a symbol of his influence, aesthetic taste, and sexual prowess. That His Majesty could possess such wonderful things from such far-away lands, made his subjects whisper among themselves in awe, and lead to rumors and stories that only heightened his power and prestige. But when Etheras mobilized his armies to annex a neighboring principality, he made ample use of Kheluhlien’s forces, which were granted as a gift of the King’s favor. Later, historians would speculate that this was the real reason why Etheras had seduced Kheluhlien. After several of these ventures, Etheras’s Kingdom had become powerful enough to rival Kheluhlien’s for regional supremacy… and in time, even those would be annexed as well.