Harem Alliance

Dance awoke the next morning sore, sticky, and exhausted. He couldn't remember exactly when, but he'd passed out last night. He remembered deepthroating Bight as Cleo drilled his arse, a far easier task than the alternative. He recalled lying on his back with Bight rimming him and jerking him off while Cleo sat on his face. He remembered twisting his semi-firm dick around and shoving just the tip uncomfortably into his own arse while watching the married couple fuck each other against the wall. But he could not remember in what order these events happened, nor when he collapsed.

He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't. Something heavy was holding him down. Heavy and warm, like a weighted blanket. But a fur blanket.

It was an arm. A powerful, muscular minotaur arm. Bight had wrapped himself around Dance's body and was holding him in place like a teddy bear as they slept. Bight, in fact, was still asleep.

Seizing the opportunity to leave while the lovely couple was still softly snoring on the bed, Dance tried to gently wiggle his way out of the minotaur's grasp. He made it up a few centimetres, then realised he could go no further. He was now pressed against Bight's chin, and further jostling could wake him up. If Bight was as sore as he was, waking him could lead to some very nasty things happening.

So, he tried to move down, instead. The first thing he noticed was that he was being filled. Trying to escape upward had been emptying him, and he hadn't noticed as the muscles relaxed, but trying to move the other way, he could feel the now-familiar sensation of being stretched by the minotaur's gigantic cock.

Still, he wasn't fully erect, so it wasn't quite so bad, and as soon as their balls pressed together, there was enough room to squeeze out. Pulling free with a soft but audible pop, he rolled onto his hooves and limped, wincing, to the door.

"Leaving so soon, my stallion friend?" chuckled Cleo. She was sitting on the couch, showered clean and drinking a mug of tea. "We'll see you soon; this isn't the end."

"Yeah, well, I think I'm going to stay away from you and your coupons for a bit... This was unpleasant."

"Like it is for the mares with which you work?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "The ones that already think you're a selfish jerk?"

Dance furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"The mares you harrass of a near-daily basis. The ones you said needed to be put in their places. It's time for your relationship to move to a new age. One in which you are the one in the cage."

He furrowed his brow. He'd never said anything like that. "I thought we did that last night, with me swallowing your husband's dick?"

Cleo chuckled, taking another sip of her tea. "Hearts and minds don't change overnight. To be better, you must understand their plight. Until your friends are no longer knocked up, you will be, from this point, completely locked up."

Shaking his head, Dance left the room, receiving several catcalls on his way back to his house. He was already late for work, having not been able to go home, and he needed a shower.

Once he turned on the water, though, he noted something amidst his scrubbing. A piece of equipment that hadn't been there before. One that was quite worrisome. His cock and balls were locked securely in a pastel pink chastity cage. There was a lock on it, the key to which he could only assume was held by either Bight or Cleo. The careful wording she had used; that he would be in a cage, that they would see him again, that he would be locked up... She was planning this from the beginning, as a revenge for all of the mares he'd allegedly hurt.

The problem was, he wasn't entirely sure who it was that he'd harmed. Sure, he was a little bit insensitive to Sapphire, but she can't have been so mad about it that she'd call for this. It was just some playful ribbing. If she'd asked him to not bring it up, he would have listened, but she was the one who brought it up.

Rain was definitely not the one who'd ordered this. She was sweet and gentle, and she knew he wasn't a bad stallion. She'd gone home with him a few times. Once, he'd stayed up all night with her, helping her recover from drinking too much. She knew him, and she'd never do anything to harm him.

Then it hit him. Snap. He wasn't mean to her, but she didn't like him. Plus, she'd been the one to fetch Cleo in the first place. If any of them wanted to "teach him a lesson," it would be her. He'd tried to be nice to her; buying her lunch sometimes, inviting her out with the other girls... He wanted to improve their connection, he just didn't know how.

He looked again at the cage. There was something sticking out. A small plastic bag with a rolled-up scroll of paper. He moved it aside, finished his shower, and then pulled it out to read it.

Congratulations on finding this. Unless you didn't, and this page was picked up by some random passerby after having fallen out, in which case, please return this letter to its sender, and wash your hooves. You don't want to know where this thing has been.

By now, you are probably aware of the modification we have made. One of us holds the key. If you cooperate and play nice, we can be petitioned to unlock the device for a night of enjoyment. If you don't cooperate, we are more than happy to snap the key in half and leave your tool like that forever.

Keep in mind that, if you don't show up with any degree of regularity, we will assume that you're happy with the way things are, and we'll may just forget where the key is. After all, if it's not important to you, why should it be important to us?

In any event, we hope to see you on Saturday night. Same place, eight in the evening. You will show up well-fed, with plenty of fluids to keep yourself hydrated, and clean, both inside and out. Ask one of your marefriends for help with cleaning out the insides if you need it.

Regards, your newest friends, Cleopatra and Bowline Bight.

He sighed and rolled up the scroll. He was in trouble now. He didn't want to call on his friends for this, but if he had to call for one of them, the best choice was Rain. She would know what to do.