Harem Alliance

The zebra yanked off her cloak and hung it on the coat rack. She had seven stripes, all on her back. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and violet, starting at her shoulder and running just to her tail. "Not a bad setup for a single life," she noted, looking around at the room. There were three in total; a living room with kitchenette, a small bathroom, and a bedroom, all pretty sparsely decorated, but what little was there was good stuff. Through a door opposite the stairwell was a section of flat roof that led up to her greenhouse, fenced in for safety, and reinforced to keep zebra stallions from making demands from the street. "It's clear you never thought to be somepony's wife."

"I had, actually," argued Button. "I just never met the right stallion."

"True, they're not great with the tender care. That's why you need to find yourself a good mare."

"I don't swing that way," she snorted.

The zebra shrugged and flopped down on the bed. "You've never considered it, and I can guess the reason why. You've never bothered to give it a try. Well, that is a problem that the two of us can rout." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "On your knees, now. Eat your mistress out!"

Button tried to resist, but she couldn't. Grunting and pulling away, her hooves and legs came down to the floor beside her bed. Her jaw was pried open and her tongue slithered through her teeth as her lips moved closer and closer to the Zebra mare. She wasn't wet yet, but there was a little bit of splitting from the zebra's anticipation.

As Button tried to catch her breath, her mouth was mashed into the zebra pussy. There was no fanfare, no foreplay, no rubbing with her hoof, no licking the outside. As soon as she let go, her tongue was inside of the zebra, digging around and slurping up whatever she could. It was salty and sweaty, as if she hadn't bathed today.

The zebra tossed her head back and moaned softly. "Yes, that's good, drink down what's in my slit. Go as deep as you can; mash your nose to my clit!"

Button had no choice but to do as she was told, pressing her face so hard against the zebra's crotch that her clitoris slid up into her nose, clogging one of her nostrils. She could barely breathe, and all she could taste was pussy. She couldn't even pull away, as her neck was already quite sore from trying, and her hooves weren't listening to her.

Thankfully, a few minutes later, she pulled away, taking a deep breath and swallowing what she'd managed to slurp out. Part of her had wanted to spit it out, but this was her own carpet, and she'd have to clean it up. Still, she didn't have a choice, as she was made to swallow before going back down.

But it wasn't pussy she was eating this time. "Look at you, putting your lips to my pucker," chuckled the zebra. "That's a step up from your normal cunt-sucker. Push that tongue in, I want to feel how it squirms. This activity you're doing, your desire confirms."

Button let out a soft moan, completely against her will. She didn't like suckling on zebra arse, she was being forced to by the coupon. At the same time, she didn't want to make it audible that she was enjoying herself, because that was an outright lie.

Thankfully, she didn't have to do this for very long, as she was soon called up to the bed. "Lie on your back and spread your legs wide. Show me that you have nothing to hide."

Lying down as instructed, Button pulled her back legs apart as her front hooves separated her labia. She could feel the rush of cold air inside of her as she was made to welcome her zebra commander in.

The zebra pushed her nose up against the gaping hole and took a deep inhale. "What a fragrant pussy you have for me to lick. Don't worry, my pet, I shall ready you quick."

Just like that, the zebra was inside of her, spreading her lips wide and lapping at her insides. It was uncomfortable showing that to anyone. One of the reasons she had gone into clothing design was because she didn't want strange ponies looking at her butt.

"Mmm, your juices are tasty, I must confess. Tell me, are you familiar with the scissor press?"

Button shook her head. She wasn't forced to this time, being asked a legitimate question, and she had given an honest answer.

With a nod, the zebra turned around and locked their legs together, left legs on top, right legs on the bottom. As their hips moved closer and closer, Button could feel the heat radiating off of the zebra's cunt. She couldn't have been more aroused, and Button was forced to endure.

Their lips touched and started rubbing against each other, making a wet slurping sound. The zebra's arousal, as well as both of their saliva, had moistened the area and made it quite slick. Every few seconds, their exposed clitorises would bump against each other, and that was likely by the zebra's design, because she would work herself up to it and then press hard when it happened. It wasn't just for her, either, as the rubbing and teasing was going to make Button cum, too.

She'd never been intimate with anypony. She had never found somepony she wanted to be intimate with. The way she figured it, if there was somepony out there that was right for her, she'd find them, starting with just talking it out. If she liked them, she might ask them out, and she had, but all of the stallions she liked were either gay or married. Who else would walk into a fabric store?

For the first time in her life, she was having sex, and with an audible gasp, they both came at once as they pressed their labia together as hard as they could. The pressure and angle forced the vaginal fluid around them, spraying their crotches with evidence of their lovemaking.

The zebra separated, lifting her hips for a moment and rubbing herself with her hoof, squirting a bit more onto Button's belly and chest before flopping back down. "I need a minute, or maybe a few," she panted. "Once I recover, there's something else we can do..."