Harem Alliance

"Up!"

The sound of a wooden spoon clanging against the side of a metal pot was bad enough, but now she was being yelled at. Heaps-Upon-Shoulders really wasn't happy.

"Your brother's already gone for the day. Up!"

She rolled over. "Saturday; no school..."

Her mom folded her hooves. "I talked to your teacher today. You're failing geometry. You're going to spend the morning at the library." She reached down and yanked the blanket off the bed. "Up!"

"C is not a failing grade, mom!"

"It's also not the best you could be doing. Now! Out of bed, and take your failing arse down to the library. You're eighteen now. You have to start taking responsibility for your actions. You have to start pulling your weight around here."

Heaps rolled out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe. Today was her birthday. She was now an adult, and the world could finally treat her like one. She'd already been trying to act like one; finding a job at the local grocer, helping her slightly older friends fix problems with their houses, picking up her younger brother, Golden Child, from buckball practice, sleeping with her boyfriend... She considered herself a very forward-thinking mare, and very responsible. If she was doing average in her geometry class, so what? She was doing everything else an adult mare was supposed to do, and she only turned eighteen today. There were ponies older than her that still had their grandmothers washing their laundry.

Shivering, she trod into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The pipes in the walls weren't insulated very well on the second floor, and she was a long way from the water heater, so it took about three minutes for the water to heat up. In the meantime, she brushed her teeth and splashed some cold water on her face. The water was still cold when she stepped in the shower, but it wouldn't be for long.

Stepping out of the shower, she was disappointed in her claim. The water stayed cold the whole time, and she had to scrub herself while shivering. At least that meant that the towel was going to warm her up.

As she began to buff herself with the towel, though, she felt a sharp pain in her back. She pulled the towel away, and there was a scratch on her hide. Not a big one, per se, but it was certainly there. She flipped over the towel. Of course... Golden had left his Junior Wonderbolts crest on her towel hook again, and she'd been stabbed with the metal lightning bolt.

She untangled the pendant from her towel, finished drying off and went downstairs, grabbing a rice cake for breakfast and relighting the pilot on the water heater before leaving. The dishwasher was already running, so hopefully, the heating element inside the machine was doing its job, or she'd be hoof-washing those for dinner.

Crunching her rice cake as she walked, Heaps made her way down to the library, and started looking for books on geometry. She had four more hours until her shift started; three of which she had wanted to spend sleeping. But there was no chance of that with her mother being home, so she might as well be doing something productive.

In all honesty, she knew why her grade in Geometry had dropped. Yesterday, she'd been so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep in class, right in the middle of a big test. She'd begged her teacher for a chance to retake the test when she was more awake and alert, and while her teacher had agreed to let it happen, it was going to happen Tuesday after school. That was when they both had time. Until then, she would be recorded as if the first test was the only one. If she missed the retest, that grade was going to stay, and it was going to show a big thirty-seven percent. She wasn't bad at math, she'd just fallen asleep in the middle of the test because she had too much on her plate.

She still had too much on her plate. But she'd turned eighteen this morning. On one of her days when she wasn't swamped, she was going to move out of her mom's house and into her boyfriend's mom's house. She was an adult now, and she could just leave. She'd even been saving up, so she'd be able to move into a studio apartment soon. Then she could focus her attention on what mattered: Her education, her job, and her relationship with her boyfriend.

She closed her book and put it back on the shelf where she'd found it. She turned and went to the water fountain, and then the restroom.

Yesterday, she'd have blown right past the pair of zebras waiting outside the restroom as they presented their coupon, but now, she was eighteen. She was of legal age. They could do stuff to her.

With their wave, she followed them into the colts' room and further back into the handicapped stall. The first one raised his back leg, and she found that she couldn't resist as the magic of the coupon lowered her head below his barrel and sniffed his cock. As she opened her mouth, the second zebra mounted her from behind, pushing her forward into a deepthroat.

Still, she tried to keep a level head. She'd done this before, by choice, with her boyfriend. She was an adult, now, and she had adult responsibilities. As a citizen of San Palomino, she belonged to Equestria, and that meant that she was subject to the same laws as everypony else. This was just a thing that adults did; follow the laws set forth by Princess Celestia. Sure, these two zebras, probably in their thirties, were bigger than her seventeen-year-old coltfriend, and they weren't wearing protection like he was, but it was her duty as a contributing member of society, to give some of her time to the conquering zebras.

They took a little over an hour to finish with her. Thankfully, she was still in a restroom, so when they left her lying on the floor, filled in all three holes with cum, she picked herself up and dragged herself over to the sink and washed the excess off.

As she was wiping the excess cum off her thighs, however, another stallion walked in; a unicorn. Seeing her wiping down her genitals with a paper towel, his expression went from shock to giddiness, then to pain as he tried to jump on her and she bucked him right in the nuggets. She may have been beholden to the zebras, but she would not just roll over and let herself be a victim.