Harem Alliance

Dreamy Daze stumbled into her home, just barely able to hold herself up. After spending the whole day fielding complaints about her singing and performing the requests on the stage, she was ready to collapse on her bed and call it a night. She had to do it all again tomorrow, and she couldn't take a day off until the weekend.

But the day wasn't over yet. A knock at the door drew her away from her pulling back the comforter to lie down. Frustrated, she stomped back to the door and yanked it open. "What do you want?"

She immediately regretted not using the peephole and pretending she wasn't in. Standing outside the door was a zebra, and he was holding one of those damned coupons. The news had reached her ears about how they were being used to demand sexual favours, and that just ruined her already shitty night.

"Fine, come in, but make it quick. I need to go to bed."

The zebra waved his hooves. "You misunderstand; I want to help you out. I know you are sick; I have no doubt."

"I'm not sick, I'm just tired..."

"You're frequently tired because you don't sleep so well. This insomnia's made your life a great living hell."

She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Fine. Okay? I'm not sick, per se, I just... I'm stressed, I've always had trouble sleeping, and it pisses me off. And then I have to go up on that stage and pretend that everything's fine after hearing dozens of ponies complain about how I missed one note the previous night. It sucks, but it's my life. Thanks for reminding me..."

"Well, I come from a land where the herbs grow aplenty. Of treatments for insomnia, I know more than twenty. I'll give you something to help you sleep through the night, and you'll awaken again at the morning's first light."

Dreamy Daze furrowed her brow. "What's the catch?"

"As if I were your dealer, you'll come back for more. When you have restful sleep, you'll be less tired and sore. You'll feel much better with each passing day, and you'll once more sing your troubles away."

"So, it's addictive..."

"As much as a cure for any ailment you suffer. This will keep your bad health away, like a buffer."

"And let me guess; once I'm out cold, you're going to have your way with me?"

"The coupon says that I can't cause you harm. You'll wake feeling great, with no cause for alarm." He extended a small bottle with a clear green liquid. "Come, seek the cure for this crippling condition. I promise, you won't experience any earthly perdition."

With a deep breath, Dreamy Daze grabbed the bottle, and was compelled by the magic to drink it. The coupon's magic wouldn't force her to drink it if it were poisonous. Celestia had promised that it wouldn't even land her in the hospital. Besides, there were no reports of violence between the zebras and ponies since the ceasefire. It was safe to assume that whatever was in this stuff, it was safe to drink.

As the bottle was emptied, she began to feel a bit light-headed, as she never had before. She was very faint, and after a few seconds, fell forward into the arms of the zebra. She was out cold seconds later, snoring softly in his embrace.

He carried her back to her bedroom and lay her out on her back. She would be out until dawn, just like he promised. She wouldn't be waking up anytime soon unless her life was in danger. He could jab her with a knife to wake her up, or drop a bowling ball on her abdomen, but why would he do that? He had much better plans, and they required that she not be awake.

With her laid out flat, he took a moment to look her over. He'd heard her sing, and had noted the raspy breathiness to her voice, and that had told him how much she needed to sleep. But he'd also seen her body sway as she sang, and he thought she was hot. Just to drink in her view was a delight.

He ran his hoof softly over her sternum, then held it at the base, feeling her every breath. Her xiphoid process gently shifted as she respirated softly and slowly. She was at peace, and all the more beautiful for it.

He moved his hoof down to her breasts. She was beginning to sag, which was unfortunate for how young she was. Then again, lack of sleep wasn't good for the skin. Some good sleep would prevent it from becoming any worse, and a few spa treatments could easily tighten the skin back up a bit, making her breasts more firm and pert.

He rolled them around in his hoof. If nothing else, they were natural. He could still find her breasts attractive if they were a little bit droopy, but full of saline and feeling like bags of sand was simply unattractive to him, no matter how big they were. Natural B-cups were better than fake H-cups by a very wide margin.

His hoof drifted down to her thighs, and she let out a soft moan. She was sensitive down here. He was very light on his pressure, but he ran the tip of his hoof along the inside of her leg, listening to her soft, adorable whimpers as he did.

Finally, he spread her legs a bit. This proved to be a little bit difficult, as her back legs wanted to close with every touch, but he managed, opening her up as she moaned softly. She was still asleep, but her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was growing heavier. More importantly, she was soaking wet from his touches. Had she been awake and able to control her actions, she might have pulled away from him, but as she was bound to her unconscious thought, her body couldn't lie to him. She wanted him, or any stallion, to keep going and make her feel things she was too scared to feel on her own.

Dropping his face down to her sex, he took a deep whiff of her slit. That was all he needed to harden to a full mast. He was ready to take her, and she was ready to be taken.