Harem Alliance

Brass Button had heard of the plague sweeping the country. She knew about the zebras and their ability to break through a mare's consent with nothing more than a piece of paper. All these stallions wanted was sex, sex, and more sex, and they could have any mare they came across with no repercussions.

Luckily, she didn't ever have to deal with that. She was untouchable. Not because she was anypony special, but because she owned a small sewing and craft store, which was situated below her apartment, atop which was a small greenhouse. She could bunker down in this building and never have to go out. She had running water, she grew her own food, she could pay her bills by mail, as well as receiving packages, and ponies came to her, rather than her having to go to them. More importantly, they were all mares. For once, sexism was protecting her.

"Just this," nodded a young mare, holding two bolts of cotton twill; one black and one yellow. "That's all."

Button nodded and grabbed one of the bolts. "How much?"

"I think a good five metres should do. For the black, I mean. Four for the yellow."

"You need thread to stitch this all together?"

The mare shook her head. "I have some clear nylon. It should be completely invisible."

"I see." She started measuring out the fabric. "So, what's the occasion?"

The mare shuffled a bit, then mumbled something.

"Didn't quite catch that..."

"It's a costume party," she blushed. "I'm going as a queen bee."

A costume party. That certainly explained why all of her mask forms were disappearing over the last week or so. Rather, she was selling them, but they were selling out quickly.

"So, who's the host?"

"My husband's boss, I think. I don't know him all that well, but he seems to think that I'm going to have fun, and maybe have trouble making it home tonight. Something about "losing our house key," or something like that."

"Oh, geez... Well, I hope you have a spare key."

"We do! under the--"

"No! No, no... Don't tell me. As long as you know where it is, you're fine."

"Oh... right... Sorry, I'm just nervous."

Button shook her head. "Don't be nervous. You're going to be just fine. Better than fine, actually." She packed up the fabric into a bag, along with a plastic tiara on the house. "You're going to be the sexiest mare at that party, and every single stallion there is going to want to take you home. Your husband is a lucky stallion."

The young mare's face couldn't be any more red. "Th-thanks..."

As she walked out, a white mare with a mohawk walked in, wearing a small cloak. "Good evening, ma'am," smiled Button. "Can I help you find anything?"

The mare looked around and spotted the display of yarn on the northern shelves. "Had some spare time, thought I'd learn how to knit. If you don't mind, I think I'll just browse for a bit."

In truth, Button did mind. It was about half an hour until she closed, and she'd like to close up shop for the day and go upstairs to bed. Having a customer come in now meant she'd have to wait until she left, and that meant staying on the clock for a bit longer. At least if she could help her, she could be done for the day and just pop upstairs to start her dinner.

Seeing as she couldn't help the new customer, and she wanted to just be done with the day, she slipped out from behind the register to flip the sign to say "Closed." She wasn't going to lock the door just yet, knowing that her customer still had to leave, but she could prevent anypony else from coming in.

She took the time to tidy up a bit, returning the bolts of fabric to their proper place on the racks, picked up a few things, did some light dusting... anything to kill the time.

Then her clock rang out. Eight o'clock exactly. "Ma'am?" she called out. "Ma'am?"

The mare poked her head out. "I assure you, I am doing fine. Just looking at these balls of twine."

"Yes, I understand. I assure the quality of all of my wares. But it's time for me to close up shop, so I'm going to need you to make your purchase very soon, or come back tomorrow. I have to lock up."

The mare nodded. "I understand. It's very late. My further decisions will have to wait."

Button nodded and ushered the mare up to the counter, where she checked out all of the items. "Seven bits."

The mare fished into her coinpurse and pulled out the amount required, sliding it across the counter.

"So, what are you making?"

The mare shook her head. "I don't have any plans of yet. But I shall come up some soon, I'd bet."

"I hear ya. Just having the materials nearby makes me think of what I could do with them."

"Indeed, I've been thinking of what I should do." She put away the supplies she had purchased, and pulled out a sheet of paper, pushing it forward. "Well, not what exactly, but rather, it's who..."

Button looked down at the paper, and her eyes went wide. This mare wasn't a pony at all, but a zebra. And a soldier, at that!

Button's hooves were shaking as she pulled the coupon across the counter. "What, uh... What did you do in the army?"

"I'm an armourer, if you truly must know. I made gambeson through quilting, now upstairs you go."

Button's hooves moved on their own, walking to the back as the zebra locked the front door and turned out the lights. The shop was officially closed.

Button had always been afraid that one of those zebra stallions was going to come into her shop and force themselves on her against her will. In her wildest dreams, two would come in and take turns, and she liked how gentle and kind they were, but she knew that was just a fantasy. This was reality. She was really going to service one. Only, she'd never expected it to be a mare. And having been in the army with a bunch of horny stallions, this mare must have had more than a few rough encounters. Button could only imagine what kind of sick, twisted fantasy was about to be made into her reality.