“Joka’la…” Hekima’s words trailed off as he took another, much harder take of the hookah before exhaling almost a cloud of smoke. “He’s still young and bold. He beds any mare he can sink his claws in, and I worry he will ruin all we have tried to do.”
“He doesn’t seem any bolder than you were when we first met.” Celestia added, adjusting herself again as she cuddled up a little more, this time snuggling next to the zebra. “Maybe he just needs the right guidance…and time.”
“Time is not on our side.” Hekima replied, passing the hookah to Celestia. “I only hope he doesn’t cause too much trouble while you and I have our time together.”
Hekima, you're not exactly in the "mortal high ground" when your just as "dirty" with Celestia.
Hekima, you're not exactly in the "mortal high ground" when your just as "dirty" with Celestia.
Good chapter! I love how the mares can’t resist Joka’la.