Have weird dreams

Part of you considers crawling into bed with the blonde bunnykin, but your better judgment wins out and you slip into the spare. Who knows how she’ll feel about what we did tonight by the time she wakes up? If she freaks out, you think, I’d rather not be in the same bed as her when that happens. With her strength, she could do some serious damage to you if you make her mad. It’s with that line of thinking that you rein in your desire and crawl into the other bed for the night.

Despite the excitement of the evening, sleep comes upon you quickly.

Your alarm clock is going off. You reach over to shut it off, but end up patting something soft instead. Looking over, you find out that the soft object is in fact the naked breast of the cheerful bunny maid who showed you to your rooms. She turns to meet your gaze, then smiles as she places a hand over your own and presses you deeper into her flesh. Her other hand slides down and starts pistoning in and out of her bare pussy, and that’s when you notice the feeling around your crotch. Underneath the blanket, there’s a person-sized hump shifting up and down; the motion of the hidden figure is accompanied by a wet and warm sensation sliding over your stiff cock.

Suddenly, the blanket is gone and you see that the person currently gobbling up your dick like it’s the best thing they’ve ever tasted is none other than Jas.

“This is great, girls,” you say, “but I’m going to be late for work.” You glance over toward the bathroom door, which has your work uniform hanging on it. Somehow you know you’re running fifteen minutes late without even looking at a clock. What excuse could you possibly give your boss for missing the bus three times in one week?

Jas pulls herself off of your big dick and puts on a pout. “Aww, Master, can’t you just forget about work and fuck your bunny bitches non-stop today? Every time you leave I end up thinking about you all day, and it drives me crazy. Please fuck my little brains out today, Master, I need your cock.”

“Master’s cock…” says the bunnykin beside you furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her tight hole. Her eyes are rolling up into the back of her head, her words leaking out in heady moans as she pushes herself toward an orgasm. “Master’s cock is going to fuck me… fuck, Master’s cock, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Then both the bunnykin are gone, and you are somewhere completely different.

You’re standing in what looks a lot like the apartment of one of your exes. Something that distinguishes it from that place in your memory, though, is the counter top that spans the width of the room; the counter top that currently has a green-haired elf bent over it, with her skirt around her knees and her ass wiggling for your attention. The elf turns her head to look at you with her tongue hanging out and nothing but lust in her glowing red eyes. On the counter, you spot a silver band, two or three times larger than a ring. You don’t look closer, as it’s impossible for you to look away from this eager ass just waiting to swallow your hard dick. You aren’t wearing any pants, and of course your member is fully hard and ready to go, so you line yourself up to take the plunge.

Everything goes dark. You’re conscious of yourself floating in some kind of weightless void, but you can’t see anything around that could verify that feeling. You blink, and suddenly there’s a light. It’s faint, but it’s there, directly ahead of you.

“…em…..ord…” The light flickers brighter as a voice, quiet and far off, reaches your ears. “….…ll fin……ou…….nobo…..ide……….me…”

The light is gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving you in weightless nothingness again. You stay here for such a long time that you begin to wonder if you’re actually dreaming. After you decide to start counting in your head, you blink and find that the scene has changed again.

You’re in the labyrinth. Lia is pressed against the wall, about to pounce on the unknown entity you’ve both heard coming down the corridor. You know what’s coming: the shadow monster with tentacles and a big, red eye. It’s going to grab her if you don’t step in.

“Wait!” you say, dashing into the corridor ahead of the catkin and waving your {if@ sword = true}sword{elseif mace = true}mace{elseif spear = true}spear{endif} around. “Roar, searing blaze. Ignition!” You run your hand over the length of your weapon, coating it in fire as the shadow beast approaches. Lia appears at your side, knife at the ready. Tentacles shoot out of the darkness toward both of you, but you each slice through the slimy black appendages with ease. {if mace = true}Even your mace seems to sever the tendrils easily. {endif}Your flaming weapon does more than cut, though; the flames spread down the length of the tentacle to the creature’s base, somewhere in the shadows, and you hear the thing howl in pain. You and Lia lock eyes: you can beat this thing. Together, you make the beast howl plenty more as you cut it down tentacle by tentacle.

At some point you aren’t swinging at tentacles anymore, but laying in a bed.

The master bedroom of your parent’s old house is where you find yourself. The only light in the room is that of the morning sun poking through the window blinds. Turning onto your side, you see that you are not alone in the bed: Lia, your black-haired catkin companion, is sleeping soundly next to you. You reach a hand over and caress her cat-like ears, and the attention makes her start purring in her sleep. As your caressing arm lifts the blanket, you see that your bedfellow is wearing a pair of loose-fitting, purple pajamas with a white polka dot pattern. The neck of her pajama top is open just enough for you to spot her modest breasts unrestrained by any further underclothes.

Time to go to work, you think before turning away and starting to slip out of bed. You’re stopped, however, by a hand gently holding your wrist. A look back reveals that the sleeping beauty has awakened, and she doesn’t want you to leave. You let Lia pull you back into the bed and wrap her arms around you. She squeezes tightly against your naked chest, nuzzling her face into your neck and purring louder than before. “Hold me,” she says. “Just for a bit longer.” You do as requested, wrapping your arms around and holding her gently in bed. The two of you stay like that for a while, neither seeming to care about the time.

Knock knock. There’s someone at the bedroom door. “Evan,” says the person behind the door. You recognize the voice as Blythe’s. “Evan, it is morning already.”

“Time to wake up, Evan.”