Harem Alliance

"Where in Tartauros have you been?!" shrieked her boss when she walked in the back door. "You're an hour late, missy!"

"I know," grumbled Heaps. "I have documentation. Look." She held up the coupons she'd been given. "It wasn't for lack of trying that I didn't come in on time, it's the stupid coupons."

"They were never a problem before," growled the gryphon, folding her claws. "What changed today that made it so important?"

"Well, I was still having coupons shoved in my face before. It's just that I turned eighteen this morning, so now they're all valid."

"I thought your birthday was next month?"

"No, It's always been today..."

"Huh... Well, your birthday party is next month."

"Pony Resources told me that's because my birthday is the only one this month, and I wasn't going to have a party all to myself."

"Ah." She shrugged. "No matter. Those shelves won't stock themselves."

Grabbing her apron, Heaps walked out of the back room, pushing a rack full of freshly-baked bread. The hot loaves, still steaming, were slipped into paper bags and stapled shut, and the sliced-up stuff, cooled and ready for sandwiches, were stacked up in plastic bags made from recycled materials and closed with twist-ties that were colour-coded to show that they were made today.

Her job was simple. All she had to do was find all of the bags with the blue clasps on the shelf, remove them, and put the new yellow ones in their place. The older, stale bread would come back to the back to be turned into croutons.

Just as she was finishing up her first shelf, she heard somepony clear their throat behind her. "Can I grab something for you, sir?" she asked, not turning around. "I'd be happy to help you reach something."

When no response came, she continued her stocking, as if the patron had left. But then he cleared his throat again.

She turned around to look at him, and found herself face-to-face with another coupon. "Celestia fucking damn it..."

After cleaning up the cum from her chin, she rolled out another rack, this one full of produce. This was even easier than the bread, as she didn't have to go looking for anything. She just had to check the fruits and vegetables for any signs of damage or decay and remove those, then put out fresh ones. They were fairly busy on the weekends, so swapping them out mostly meant just replacing empty or almost empty baskets with full ones. It was pretty easy work, all things considered.

"Excuse me?"

Heaps looked up from her celery inspection to find a pegasus mare, a regular shopper, though not one she knew by name, holding up a small cucumber.

"Is this the largest cucumber you have?"

"I was about to restock them. Do you have a particular recipe in mind?"

"Gurkensalat."

"Well, if you want, you could just buy two cucumbers. We charge by weight, not by quantity."

"Oh, I know. I just would rather have it cut into quarters than full slices for easy consistency, and the small ones quarter too small."

Moving over to her rack, Heaps rooted around until she found a great big one. "Here we are. Will that do?"

"Oh, it's lovely. That'll do a swell job."

"Indeed, it will," smiled a zebra stallion, approaching with a big smile and two coupons, "for what I desire most. now, let's show this guest that you're a very giving host..."

The pegasus walked out of the bathroom, her back legs crossed behind her as she made her way to the cash register with a pained and embarrassed look on her face.

"Make sure you wash that when it comes out," Heaps whispered to her. "And don't worry, I'm going to pay for your entire basket today, just... make it home safely, okay?

The pegasus nodded and hovered over to checkout, her tail just barely covering the cucumber that was still stuck inside of her vagina. It was hard to believe that it had been inside of both of them just moments ago as they scissored on the restroom floor for the zebra's viewing pleasure. Now her juices were stewing inside of a customer, and it felt terrible to have recommended the biggest cucumber she could find. At least she hadn't asked for a watermelon...

"Hey!" called her boss, flying up. "Why weren't you doing your job? You left that produce rack just sitting in the middle of the floor!"

"I didn't intend to! I was being coerced into service by another zebra!"

"Yeah, yeah, and I was licking Luna's boots clean," she scowled back. "I'm not paying you to come in late and have your holes stuffed. I pay you to do your job. And if you're not doing your job, I'm not paying you. Go do your job!"

As she flew off, Heaps sighed. She just couldn't catch a break today. On her birthday, of all days!

Oh, well. She finished her produce run as fast as she could, then moved on to canned goods. Thankfully, there was no need to take anything off the shelves, she just had to move them off to the side and fill in the empty spaces with more jars, bottles and cans. These weren't going bad anytime soon, and anything that would be expiring in the next month would go down to the donation center to be given to the needy.

"Excuse me, can you reach the vegetable stock?"

"Certainly, sir," she answered, reaching up to the top shelf to grab it, then handing it back to... "Shit..." Another zebra.

"Good girl," he smiled, giving her a coupon. "How would you like to ride my cock?"

Frustrated and very upset, she put on a smile and escorted him to the back room, where he lay down on the floor. As instructed, she climbed on top of him, pulled her apron to the side so he could see, and took his big black dick right up into her cunt, bouncing up and down on it, moaning as she went.

About four minutes in, her boss rounded the corner, and with very little patience left, what she saw drew the forgiving smile from her face, turning it into a scowl.

Thankfully, the zebra was very into being watched, and it didn't take long at all for him to cum inside of her womb. Thank Celestia she was on some pretty strong birth control.

"Did you have fun?" asked her boss.

"Not really. I just wanted to finish work and go home..."

"Well, good news. You can go home early. And hey, you don't have to work the rest of the week! You're fired! Effective immediately. Hang up your apron and go."