Harem Alliance

Golden Rain was actually looking forward to this. She was generally considered a "downer," and was regularly excluded from parties because of how different and weird she was.

For example, nopony around her liked the rain, because it meant they were stuck indoors, unable to go out. She loved the rain. She even had a small tent in her backyard with open walls where she could sit on a cold, rainy day and drink warm tea while listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the canopy. Sure, some of them liked autumn as much as she did, but they liked it for the various holidays and the pumpkin-spice drinks. Most of them were even looking forward to the upcoming winter, which was invariably more fun for them. But she liked the crisp air and the crunch of the leaves under her hooves.

So it was very odd that a zebra would pick her, of all ponies, to attend a party with him. More than likely, he hadn't noted her reputation as a party pooper, and had just invited her because he thought she was pretty. No stallion had ever called her pretty before.

Of course, she knew the seedy connotation of being presented with a coupon, meaning that they were probably about to have sex, but she was open to that. It had been quite a while since she'd had a good pipe cleaning, and when the zebra had told her how pretty her mouth was, that was enough to make her want to wrap it around his dick.

She gently nuzzled him as he stopped on the elevator, waiting for the carriage to take them to their floor. "This is going to be fun," she said aloud.

"If saying so makes you feel at ease, repeat as often as you please."

"You know, we don't have to go to the party. If you want, we can go back to my place. I have a very nice bed, and no roommate to bother us."

"Perhaps when this is over and done," shrugged the zebra. "Though by then, I expect you'll be against more "fun.""

"Your loss," shrugged Rain as the elevator rang its bell and came to a stop. "Offer still stands, though."

He nodded and led her down to the suite where the party was. The door was one that automatically locked, so he had to knock, but once he did, the door just opened without any checks.

There were four other zebra stallions in the room already, chatting quietly. It wasn't much of a party. There was no music, no punch, just a few labeled canteens. One said "Jaxton," one said "Malakai," another said "Dakarai," and the last said "Izem." The only food was a half-eaten sandwich.

"Are you sure this is the party?" asked Rain. "Doesn't seem all that festive."

"This party has yet to begin," answered the biggest Zebra, who seemed to have his mane growing out from his neck, like a lion. "Go to your spot; we'll be right in."

With a bit of direction from the zebra that had brought her, she walked into the bathroom to find another mare on her knees in the tub. She was crying. Rain took her place in the tub and, as soon as the zebra left, placed a hoof on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Th-they're going to r-r-rape us," the mare sobbed. "Th-that's what h-happens at these th-things..."

""Rape" is a pretty strong word," shrugged Rain. "Is it really a rape if you're consenting to it? Or is it just a rape scenario playing out as if it were the actual event? Honestly, I'm just glad they haven't already dismissed me for not being fun enough. Then again, with how fun their party is, I imagine it's maybe a bit overwhelming for them like it is for me at a normal party. Name's Rain, by the way."

"I'm going to forget it," the other mare sniffed. "I don't w-want to remember today..."

"Tsk. And here I was, thinking I was the party pooper..."

There was a mild applause from the room, along with some light cheering. The bathroom door opened again, and in walked yet another zebra with a whimpering mare. As she settled into the tub, the remaining five stallions came in, making the small room very crowded.

The neck-maned zebra stood in front of her and drew everyone's attention. "We are here today to honour the souls of those who fought for our mares and foals. No longer here to have their say, we've sent to their widows a hard-earned pay. Now we act in the manner of those dearly departed. It is time this orgy started."

Rain, and a few of the zebras, applauded the speech. She definitely received the most attention, as it was weird that she was in favour of this. "Whoo! Let's go!"

With a shrug, the maned zebra pointed at two of the others, and the three of them came forward and removed the shower curtain rod, reattaching it to the wall slightly lower, just above their ears. It was a very sturdy shower curtain rod, and they had a brace for it made of wood that clamped onto the edge of the tub. With it remounted, they all mounted it with their front hooves, which left their cocks right in front of the mares' faces.

Without even being commanded or compelled by the coupon, Rain leaned forward and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to make room for something that she didn't have an opportunity to taste very often.

But something stopped her. The enchantment of the coupon? She hadn't commanded her front hooves to cup themselves in front of her mouth, so maybe? The other mares were being pulled into the same position, though less willing to do so. The first one was even struggling to push herself away with her back legs. What was wrong with these two?

Then it hit her. Literally, it splashed right onto her face. A warm golden spray landed first on her upper lip, then drained into her mouth. It washed across her tongue, its bitter taste pooling in her cheeks until it all overflowed and spilled into her hooves, which redirected it further down her chest, stomach, teats, and then wrapping around her cunt before finally dripping into the tub below. The stench was powerful and musky, and it burned the hair in her nose.

And the strangest thing about this was, she was loving it.