Black String, Black Door

You follow the black string to its matching door, pressing your hand against the wood and trying to push it open. It moves about two inches inwards and sticks. Frowning in thought you drop to your knees and move your eye closer to the opening. You approached this door with the intent to see inside and that is exactly what you are going to do.

From your peeping spot you can see a black void and Vicki, clad in a large black robe that hides her entire form and a somewhat stereotypical witches hat on, standing in the center of it. She hums to herself, looking happier than you have ever seen her in the waking world. She works over a large mound of clay in the shape of a human being, crafting crude facial features and then using her forefinger to mold very precise looking symbols at different points of its body.

Once she is finished, she takes a step back from her work and begins muttering words under her breath. You cannot make out most of them but the floor (if the darkness under her feet can be called that) comes alive with purple runes that form a circle around the clay being. The runes glow brighter and brighter, becoming blinding until Vicki shouts out, "ANIMUS EMETH DESIRUS!"

There is a loud crack of energy and the purple light swiftly fades away. Once your eyes readjust you see Vicki is still standing there, admiring her work. Said work, which was once a lump of clay, now looks like a flesh and blood human. In fact, it looks like a very specific human. The Amelia golem looks at herself and a small smile comes to your lips as you admire Vicki's handiwork.

However, as you look you notice small details that are... off. While that is certainly Amelia's figure (those hips and tits are unmistakable) you notice her hair is a different color (kind of the same as yours), her eyes are a different color (again, kind of like yours) and between her legs is...

You blink, look down, pull out the front of your sleep pants and underwear, and then look back up.

Yup. That dick the Amelia-golem has certainly looks a lot like yours too.

Vicki seems surprised as well. "Why?" she groans, "Why both?"

Before Vicki can say anything else however, the golem steps forward and places her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders, tugging at the material of the black robe which instantly tears in half and flies off Vicki's now naked body. The Amelia-golem wastes little time in aggressively claiming Vicki's gigantic breasts with her hands, forcing her mouth on the black-haired girls and kissing deeply. For a moment, you start to stand up, preparing to **** the door open to save Vicki from her creation.

You are instantly stopped when a delighted moan issues from Vicki's mouth, the two girls separating to take a breath and letting a string of drool remain connected to both their tongues for a few seconds (which makes you wonder if real golems need to breath and have fluids or if this is just an element of Vicki's dream). Vicki looks up at the Amelia-golem with a lidded, almost loving look and nods at her.

The Amelia-golem smirks in that way you have seen Amelia do so often and all but shoves Vicki to the floor, the rounder girl not putting up the smallest amount of resistance as she is taken down. Wasting little time, Amelia-golem lines up her new manhood (golem-hood?) with Vicki's already dripping wet pussy and all but shoves it all the way inside in one thrust. Vicki's eyes and mouth open as wide as humanly possible, a joyous squeak escaping her throat as her legs almost greedily wrap around Amelia-golem's waist.

Given how quickly the loud, wet slapping noises start and how much Vicki's breasts wobble back and forth, Amelia-golem has started fucking her quite hard with her new/copied from you(?) equipment. "YES! YES! YES!" Vicki cries out with each thrust, her tongue quickly lolling out of her mouth as she is used as if she were the creation instead of the creator.

It is quite the sight and you see why Amelia enjoyed watching you work Vicki over so much more now. Yet, as you keep watching you notice they do not seem to be doing anything else. It is the same thrusts, the same squishy smacking sounds, after a long enough time you notice even the tone of Vicki's cries are repeating themselves. Either her dream has started to skip like a record or this is the moment her subconscious wants to stay with until she wakes up or it fades away in favor of a different dream.

A few seconds after you make this realization, the door clicks closed in front of your face and you stand back up to watch the door fade away.

Well, that certainly raises some questions about how your actions have affected her mindset. Perhaps you had best consider what that means at a later time.