Harem Alliance

Button groaned as she pulled herself up onto her elbows and rubbed her face. She licked her lips to moisten them, as they felt all sticky. They tasted gross. What had she eaten last night? She couldn't remember.

She rolled over. It wasn't just her face. All of her felt sticky and wet. Had she gone to bed with a fever and just kept sweating through the night? That would explain her headache now. She needed fluids. Something to rehydrate her after all that sweating, and more important, to wash that taste out of her mouth. Luckily, the fridge was pretty close, and she had a cold bottle of passionfruit-flavoured energy drink waiting for her there.

As she rolled out of bed, however, she was struck suddenly by a buzzing sensation coming from inside of her body. It was a good feeling, but it caught her off-guard, and the shock, plus the slipperiness of her hooves caused her to fall, and that was not so good of a feeling.

Every step was agonising pleasure. She would take a step and waves of bliss would crash over her, and she couldn't figure out why. Her mind was clouded, and she needed to think. She needed that drink.

When she finally made it to the fridge door, she was at a crawl, unable to move her back legs. She found out that, if she didn't move her hips at all, she could slip by with almost no issue, without the buzzing breaking her down any further. She pulled the door open and grabbed the bottle, ripping off the lid and chugging the drink until it was empty.

Tossing the empty bottle aside, she took a few deep breaths, waiting for her system to acknowledge the fluids she'd just taken in. As she sat there, she took in her surroundings. She was still in her kitchenette, so she was home. She glanced up at the sink and saw no dirty dishes, meaning she had either cleaned them the night before, which was unlikely, or she had not eaten, which was also unlikely, or she had ordered food to be delivered.

Whatever she'd had delivered must have tasted good, but had a bad aftertaste. If it was bad, she'd have thrown it out and made something, meaning dishes. She wasn't going to order food twice in one night; that would be expensive.

She stuck out her tongue and licked her nose. There was still a glob of something there, and if she ignored the taste of sweat, she tasted something sweet and savoury. Something with a good sauce. If only she could remember what it was...

She picked herself up, and she was hit with the buzzing again. Except this time, she could pinpoint the source of the buzzing. It was coming from her abdomen, right between her legs. That would explain why it grew worse with every movement of her hips.

She inspected the area, and the whole night came flooding back to her at once. Closing the shop, being escorted upstairs by a zebra mare, having sex with her, not eating dinner, and being stuffed full of rubber dick just before passing out. She remembered it all, and it was all so vivid.

The clasps were easy enough to undo, just a simple squeeze to undo them. After that, it was just simple child's play to slide the strap-on out of her.

Or so she thought. If every step was a flood of pleasure, every centimetre was a tsunami. Until it popped free with a loud slurping sound, filling her gaping hole with a rush of cold air, she had to move slowly. Just until it was out, and she was heaving on the floor.

She was so very sensitive. She'd never had anything up there before, and now that it was out, she was afraid. Not of the zebra, no... She'd been patient and selective, waiting for somepony that she liked before she would ever have sex. She was afraid that, now, she'd miss out on the opportunity to do this again. She was afraid that she'd missed out on most of her life. She was afraid that, if she'd been less picky about the stallions she'd dated, and she'd brought them back to her place to see what they were packing between their legs, that she'd be happily married with a strong, sensual stallion that, while a little bit boring, was good in bed.

She walked back into the bedroom, where the zebra was snoring quietly. She'd thought she'd left last night, but no. She was still here. Button would have been well within her rights to kick her out right now, and tell her never to return. She was an uninvited guest who had forced her way in the night before. The coupon entitled her to two hours of service, starting eleven hours ago. She could have guards escort her out.

Instead, she lowered herself between the zebra's legs and started licking at her folds. At first, that bad taste came back, but as she continued, new fluids were released, and they were phenomenal. Just as she remembered, they were like an herbal broth, slightly sweet and very warm. Judging by the soft moans that had replaced the snoring, she was enjoying this.

Soon, a hoof came down to caress her cheek. The zebra was up. "To a wonderful feeling, I do awake. Have you some great thirst to slake?"

Button lifted her head and looked right into the zebra's bright green eyes. "Our contract is over."

"And yet I find you tonguing my cunny. Your take on being finished is outrageously funny."

Button shook her head and crawled up the zebra's body until they were face-to-face. "You took away my first time. I was saving my virginity to give to the stallion I was going to marry. I was going to have him wait until we had finished our vows and held our reception, where we would thank everypony for coming to our wedding and supporting our choice. And you took that away from me."

"There's no guarantee it would be his first, too," shrugged the zebra. "What if he had kids? Then what would y--"

Button clapped her hoof over the zebra's mouth. "Stop talking. You made me afraid. You caused a panic in my head that didn't leave until I passed out."

The zebra gulped.

Button, however, smirked, dropping the dildo on the zebra's chest. "Do it again."