Night(mares) Before A Wedding Trip

Jenny

Not that Jenny is aware she is asleep, but the dream starts differently than the last few. The room is the same. Jenny is in her old bed, in her old room, in the ramshackle college aged kid apartment she co-leased with three of her friends from way back then. Her room is, of course, a bit of a mess, as one of the quirks of the place was no closets. Her outfits are hanging on coat hangers every which way in the room. She really should have invested in more of those wheeled clothing racks she got from the Kmart store close out sale.

What made it different was the company. Tessa is there, clad in just a pair of panties and a tank top, hair still braided for sleep, dancing to 98 Degrees while waiting for the toaster to pop. The way she moves is mesmerizing. Jenny wishes she was attracted to her that way.

Dreams do what dreams do and, suddenly, Tessa is beside her, in bed. Jenny is sitting up, back on the headboard. A couple of toasted Pop-Tarts are on a plate in her lap. Tessa kisses Jenny on the cheek.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, Tessa.”

“Are we going to hit the mall after breakfast? I saw this super cute crop top that will show off that sexy little tummy of yours.”

Jenny felt safe and cared for. She smiles, for the first time in a long while. Then, the music shifts… to that song. Then the voice comes, but Bob’s words this time are different. “YOU’RE MINE SLUT!”

The room shifts and warps. No more messy bedroom. No more comfy bed. No more Pop-Tarts. They are lying on a pile of hay in a circus tent. The room smells of unwashed animals. And THEY are here.

The dream is still different. The dream usually features her former co-workers. Now, it’s her new friends trapped on the show with THEM. Of course, things get jumbled up. She’s not a coffee table this time, but under the previous transformation curse. She’s on her knees, Tessa on her right, Tina on her left, each of them edging herself to the sight of Bob’s exposed cock, just like one of his transformations compelled haremettes to do by the end; she was a coffee table well before he got that one. Outside of their hands, they are frozen in place.

The clown thing speaks in its same cadence, following along to the beat of the song, “Welcome all back to Harem Hotel. We are Binky and we are legion. Look at these whores, such disrespectful whores, I think that it is about time to fix them!”

Tina is squirming, trying her best not to look at his minuscule manhood. Binky focuses on her first, “Look at this one, such a stupid bunny, repelled by her Master?, that isn’t funny. That will not do, that cannot do. Well, there is certainly a way to get her in the right mind!”

Like Binky always did, the clown thing summons a card for Bob to read, as it is nearly impossible to craft a transformation description in his forced rhythmic cadence. Bob reads with glee, and Tina is gone, replaced by a disgusting caricature:

Cumguzzler Girl – Tina has an instinctual visceral repulsion to her Master’s cock? That is something that needs to be fixed stat! Tina can only wear her Master’s cum and will always have at least some coating her. The more that is on or in her, the better she will feel about its source. She will also be unable to refuse any action involving her Master’s cock, provided she would get cum on or in her. A perfect onahole for your pleasure, Bob (There’s No Business Like Show Business – Elimination)!

The now bare bunny, covered in cum, is drooling over Bob, edging herself much more vigorously. Binky pushes Tina back and turns his gaze on Tessa, “Why do you think that you are important? Old sluts like you just aren’t worth knowing. Better seen and not heard, that is what I have heard. I have exactly the cure for those thoughts that ail you.”

Tessa starts to object, only for her voice to give way. Bob again reads the offered card:

Only Master – As some other Host’s sister, surely she should have bought into the program by now. Tessa is now equipped with a number of permanent bondage items. These objects not only restrict her as expected, but allow her Master to control what Tessa can perceive with any of her senses. It defaults to him and only him. A perfect way to cow this sea cow, Bob (Some Other Host’s Sister – Elimination)!

The gear appears: a full face latex mask, almost completely obscuring her features; a ring gag, with her tongue pulled lewdly through it; an armbinder that thrusts her breasts forward; and a latex mermaid tail, completely encasing her legs, with a cutout for her bare pussy to be exposed. Tessa looks lost, moving her head in all directions.

Finally, Binky turns to Jenny. The words that she can recite from memory reverberates from the clown, “Well there Jenny you’ve been found quite boring. When you are on-screen the audience starts a’snoring. You’ve failed to measure up. Your time is almost up. Any last words before the spell befalls you?”

Jenny begs, “Please, let them go. They did nothing wrong. They weren’t even here! I beg you.”

The clown ignores her pleas, like he always does, “Jenny you are still as flat as a board. Your personality is such a bore. Let’s work with those notes; as such a great host, we transform you into a coffee table!”

Jenny screams as she is warped into a coffee table again. Her screams are cut off as her vocal cords turn into dead wood. She keeps begging and pleading in her mind as Bob takes Tina on top of her. Jenny can’t feel the weight of the two of them on top of her. She can’t feel Tessa banging into one of her legs. She can’t feel herself snap in half.

The last thing she sees is Bob’s pipsqueak pecker plunging into Tina’s bunny hutch.

Tegan

In a different room, Tegan is also tossing and turning in her sleep. Having joined Mineko and Gaia in their naked sleeping degeneracy, her discomfort has more to do with nudity than itching. Every accidental skin on skin contact causes Tegan to squirm away; every retreat causes Mineko to squirm towards the vicious vixen, instinctively trying to nuzzle Tegan’s tremendous tits. She falls out of bed (again), then tromps over to the other side, hoping that, this time, the Gaia firewall between the two of them will hold.

If it fails, it is after Tegan finally falls asleep.

Her dream starts like they usually do, with Tegan standing on top of the podium, an Olympic gold medal around her neck. She listens to the anthem, hand over her respectful breast, mouthing the words to the fifth (and best) verse.

Getting down from the podium at the end of the medal awarding ceremony, Tegan approaches her parents. Here is where the dream shifts into a nightmare. For her parents do not dote on her for accomplishing something amazing. They barely acknowledge her. Instead they look to the hideous body that the show foisted upon her, standing with them.

“Oh, look, William! When you scratch Tegan’s ear, she gets so happy! It’s astonishing!”

“Yes, Ruth! Who would have guessed that Tegan could actually smile?”

The freak body gives affection and gets it in return. Tegan is not staring at those obscene breasts. Nope. She’s perfectly straight. She is not jealous of the fox bits. Or the fact that her parents are treating the freak body like a beloved child in a way she can never remember them treating HER. Tegan growls.

Mother snaps, “You, obsolete one. Don’t you make those noises. You have been rightfully replaced by someone better. Isn’t that right, Tegan?”

The freak body waggles its tails like Tegan has seen Mineko often do.

Then Mona walks by, ignoring Tegan completely. The freak body rushes up and, squeezing hands onto Mona’s hips, spins her around. Again, Tegan doesn’t stare at the freak body’s breasts in envy. Nope. Still perfectly straight. No jealousy from watching Mona make out with the freak body for several minutes. No jealousy from watching her parents clap for the spectacle with joy.

“I love you, Mistress!” the freak body exclaims.

“And I love my sexy fox waifu!” Mona exclaims right back. “Are you ready to be celebrated, Tegan?”

Finally! Tegan steps forward, “Of course, Mona. I’m ready!”

All four of them turn to face her. As one, they drone, “Obsolete one, why would we celebrate someone like you?”

“But... but I am Tegan!!!! Not that freak body, ME!!!!”

“No,” Mona declares, “Tegan is my loving fox waifu for laifu. You are the bits nobody else wanted. The leftovers. The stuff to be tossed aside. Nobody likes you, obsolete one. You’re mean and rude and nasty. You don’t even love me! You think of me as nothing but a trophy. No, you aren’t Tegan. You aren’t anybody.”

They turn to go to the party where her parents are supposed to finally tell her that they love her. Only, this time, they are celebrating the freak body instead. Only, this time, the room is filled with the others: the homewrecker and the terrorist and Mona’s precious Kevin, instead of her ‘teammates,’ seething in jealousy. Only, this time, they slam the door in her face.

So, Tegan sits in the snow on the lodge patio, shedding tears. They freeze on her cheek, but she doesn’t care. Compared to being told, in absolute terms, that she will never earn the love and respect that she deserves, a little frostbite is nothing.

Tegan: +1 Base Cup Size (VAST SP not spent today)

Gaia

Gaia is stomping around along a shoreline. Her big rhinoceros horn juts from her face, but it doesn’t bother her. She can't even really see it. Her three-toed feet sinks into the sand. She swats a fly away with a swish of her tail.

Oooh, a rock! Smash! Gaia starts to charge, picking up speed. A cloud of sand is kicked up as she rushes towards the stone, preparing to slam her horn into it; she wants to see if the rock will crumble or take flight. When she makes contact, she feels it in her face, her neck, her spine. Ouchie. Okay. Life as a rhino is not like in the cartoons.

She slowly trots away, still trying to shake off the pain, then finds a nice patch of grasses to snack on. Her neck bends down and she starts to snip the green shoots with her teeth, using her tongue to pull them deeper into her mouth to grind them into paste. Pretty good grass!

She hears something approaching before she sees it. Rustling in the taller grass further away from the shore. Gaia stops eating, lifting her head up to turn an eye towards where the sound is coming from. The smell hits her as the wind shifts, something metallic and rotten. Old blood?

She sees a big, black kitty leap out of the grass towards her. Claws rake across her hind quarters as she barely gets beyond the reach of it. Gaia keeps running, hearing it keep up the pursuit. She turns to break the kitty’s eye contact with her around a sand dune.

“Still thinking like PREY?” the kitty growls, “How well do you think you can keep me away with your shepherd busy with other things? Surrender and maybe I will...”

SMASH!

Gaia slams into the kitty with her big horn, pointy part goring into its flank. It chuckles, “There may be some fire in you after all, PREY...”

WHACK!

The kitty paw slams into Gaia’s side. She tumbles, skidding a couple of feet into the sand. The rhino pants, struggling to get back on all fours. The big kitty paw presses her down deeper into the depression her fall made. The gore dripping down its limb pools on Gaia’s bruised side.

“But not enough,” the kitty purrs, licking its lips. “Now, be a good little morsel and just lie there as I devour you...”

Then, the kitty’s head falls off. The disembodied head growls, “This PREY is MINE!!!” as the body swipes at... something.

Music fills the air. A flash of lilac blurs across Gaia’s vision and slams into the kitty’s body. It’s the nice blasphemer Skye, stabbing the big kitty with a sword. She gives it another couple of thrusts before the drow takes a paw swipe.

Gaia finds herself in a shiny bubble. The kitty smacks at it, but it holds.

“Hey, Dumbass, back off! You really want to piss off Sarge or Producer Cat with this whole ‘eat the contestant’ bullshit!”

The severed kitty head dissolves away as the kitty body stands up on its hind legs. It shapes and molds into a black furred kitty-man. Gaia recognizes the giant, veiny dick. She had a wooden dildo shaped like it for “religious” purposes before the government took it from her.

“My PREY has devoted itself to me, so I may do with it as I please. BEGONE!”

And the world outside the bubble catches fire. Gaia hears screams. She struggles to stand before the bubble pops. The beach is ablaze. Then, she hears the howling of wolves, a lot of wolves. They are surrounded by a whole pack of them.

There looks to be two bronze skinned elves in the same bikini outfit, swiping down several of the wolves. She shouts, “Gaia, we need you to wake up!”

Nice blasphemer Skye lands an excellent blow to the kitty-man’s knee, only to receive a massive smack from a green dripping claw, knocking her out of the way.

A blast of a gun rings out. “Gaia, wake the fuck up!”

Gaia isn’t sticking around. She runs, barreling though a wolf nearly as big as she is. The other wolves pursue. She feels them nipping at her. Gouging her. Dragging her to the ground. Dragging her back.

The staff ladies are panting, trying to hold back the mountain of a kitty-man. They are failing, slowly. The kitty-man is too strong; it makes sense, for he’s a god. Gaia hears his laugh and she trembles. He seems to heal faster than they can hurt him. With a thrust of his spear, Gaia is skewered. It hurts! She is lifted up by the spear shaft and left hovering over the kitty-man’s mouth. She starts to slip down, feeling the barbs of the spearhead rend herself more open. Then, she’s falling. And...

SMACK!

Gaia is back in bed, drenched in sweat. Mineko is clinging onto one of Tegan’s bare boobs, which is sweet. Of more immediate concern, Summer the room maid has her hand raised, probably preparing to backhand her if the first hit wasn’t hard enough to keep her awake.

“Okay, okay, I am up. The fuck?”

“What do you know about the Greenspace, Gaia?”

“The what?”

“The Greenspace, you know, where you have been going in your sleep?”

“Ooooooh, so when I am dreaming about being an animal, that’s me taking a trip? Neat!”

“Kind of. Your body stays here, but your soul goes to the Greenspace, where elves hold their reveries. The Black-blooded Beast just tried to eat you. So, next time you see him there, you need to wake up. Okay?”

Gaia shudders. The dream is still too vivid. She felt the way she slid down the pole slick with her own blood. “Some of the others were there...”

“Yeah, some of my mamas were buying you time to wake up. Mama Tyalangan would have handled it on her own, but things kept popping up tonight. She’s dealing with a weird residual show contestant swap thing as we speak. So, next time you’re told to wake up, please don’t dawdle.”

Gaia nods. She’s not sure how to wake herself up from a dream, but she can figure it out.

“So, what now?”

Summer hands her a potion. “Drink that, then don’t fall back asleep tonight. Hopefully, we have a better solution in the evening.”

Gaia chugs the potion down. She feels really, really peppy. How could I sleep feeling like this!