Harem Alliance

"Another round for the table?"

The waitress nodded and walked off to pick up another round of drinks.

As she left, Sapphire Storm turned back to her coworkers. "I still can't believe I did that. My arms still hurt."

"Yeah, but from his perspective, how incredibly hot that must have been. I mean, sex on a trapeze? That has to be a truly titillating experience. I'm talking once-in-a-lifetime stuff. I mean, you let go and you fall ten metres into a safety net, so what's the harm?"

Sapphire scowled at him. "The problem, Dance, is that I have a crippling fear of heights. You know that!"

Dancing Blade shrugged. "There was nothing to be scared of. You weren't going to be hurt. Celestia said so, herself, and I trust the princess."

Sapphire narrowed her eyes. "I hope you never have to be made to perform like that."

"I hope he does," spat Elastic Snap. "Maybe he'd learn what it's like to be a mare in today's market."

Raining Coast shook her head. "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

"I'm with Snap," answered Dance. "If a zebra mare walked up to me and offered to take me home, I'd love it. Too bad it's not going to happen."

Just as he said that, a zebra walked into the bar and looked around. The quartet of coworkers didn't notice right away, as their drinks had just arrived, but as Snap tilted back her bottle, she spotted her.

"What about her?"

Dance turned around, just spotting the zebra as she walked off toward the dartboards. "Yeah, obviously, I'd hit that, but she's clearly not interested in me. As you can plainly see, she's headed in the opposite direction."

"Yeah? Why don't you go talk to her, hm?"

"Because my tequila sunset just arrived, and I'd like to enjoy it. I'm paying for the drinks tonight, I'd rather drink the twenty-five percent I'm entitled to."

"Greedy bastard," scoffed Snap, grabbing her beer and walking off.

"You know," offered Rain, "It's not guaranteed that you'll be paying for the drinks tonight. It could still be one of us."

"Oh, no it can't," declined Dance, shaking his head. "Snap's going to come back and make a big scene about how I have fewer expenses and make more money than you, and blame it on the fact that I'm a stallion and not the fact that I'm a back-of-house project lead and you're both in PR. And she's a receptionist, so she's definitely not hoofing the bill."

There was a brief moment of silence as they sat and waited, with all of them already knowing that he was going to be the one to pick up the check. It wasn't long, however. A minute later, Dance felt a hoof on his shoulder, and he turned to face whoever was approaching him.

The zebra mare that had come in, by the recommendation of Elastic Snap, was now standing next to him, looking him up and down. "Well-toned muscles... Sturdy frame... I think you'll do nicely for my game."

Dance cleared his throat. "Sorry, but I'm not very good at darts. I'm good with a wrench and screwdriver. I'm not very good at throwing things."

"You misunderstand; I'm not playing darts. I'm looking for somepony with which to mash parts. There's someone I know who thinks you're very hot, and wants to see you now in a more private spot."

Dance's eyes shot open. "Are you... propositioning me for sex?" He looked over the mare. She was very lithe and petite, with lush, beautiful skin and sultry blue eyes. He, himself, was fairly large, even among stallions. He wasn't the largest, but still pretty big.

"Are you terrible in bed? I can keep looking," shrugged the zebra. "Maybe I'll choose a bigger stallion for hooking."

As she turned to leave, he grabbed her by the shoulder. "No, no, I'm great! I mean, interested. I mean..." He cleared his throat. "I would be happy to show you a good time."

"Good," nodded the zebra. "I'd like to see your skill in action. I'd be happy to have the satisfaction."

Downing the rest of his drink, Dance pulled out a small coinpurse and shoved it into Rain's hooves. "Here. Keep the tab under that amount, okay? I don't like debts."

"O-okay," she muttered back to him. "I'll make sure to bring this back to you at your desk tomorrow."

"I know you will. That's why I gave it to you and not Snap."

"And just what are you implying?" scowled Snap.

"Nothing," snorted Dance, leaving the table. "I was inferring."

It was a short walk back to her hotel room, but not uneventful. The whole way, he watched her hips sway back and forth, enjoying the little flashes where her tail moved out of the way. She caught him more than once, and on the third time, used her tail to pull aside one of her lips. "Can't wait 'til we arrive? Go on, take a sniff. It should excite you for later, and help you grow stiff."

"You don't have to tell me twice," he smiled, sticking his face into her crevice and taking a deep inhale. "You smell like a fresh peach on a hot summer day."

She giggled, and continued to lead him up the stairs to the second floor, stopping in front of her door. "This is where we will do the deed. Now, are you ready to proceed?"

"Gladly."

"Before we go, just one more step. The final piece of this evening's prep..." She pulled out the coupon and gave it to him.

"You hardly need this," he chuckled. "I'm not changing my mind after following you all the way here."

"It's just to make sure you don't just cum and run," she nodded. "I've asked you here for an evening of fun. What good is a romp if it's only a minute? To make this night great, I need you to stay in it."

"You needed only to ask," he smiled. "Shall we?"

As the zebra unlocked the door and walked in, Dance followed behind. However, there was already somepony in the room waiting for them. Or rather, not some pony, per se. Rather, it was a minotaur. He was big and hairy, with a dark brown coat and black horns. He absolutely dominated the bed, which seemed to be bowing under his weight.

"This is my husband," explained the zebra. "His name's Bowline Bight. You're going to be pleasuring his dick tonight."