How Many Halflings Does it Take to Screw a Lightbulb?

Hello Precious, nice to see you.

“Where am I? What is this?”

Just a dream, sweetling, just a dream.

“Oh…”

And a dream means I am you.

“You’re my subconscious.”

So everything I tell you, is you telling you, so it’s right.

“I could be wrong about something.”

Not yourself, though right?

“I know myself.”

Exactly, we can’t possibly be wrong about anything we say about you can we?

“I…”

You have to answer me sweetling, even if it’s just to say you don’t know.

“I don’t understand what’s going on.”

It’s just a dream.

“You’re my subconscious.”

I am you.

“You’re me.”

And I know everything about myself don’t I?

“Yes.”

You know everything about me.

“I don’t know where you are, or where I am.”

I am you.

“You’re me.”

And this is a dream.

“I’m in a dream.”

I’m in a dream.

“I don’t feel like I’m dreaming.”

I’m in a dream.

“I’m in a dream.”

I know everything about you.

“I know everything about you.”

Who am I?”

“Who am I?”

Answer.

“I’m Precious.”

Who am I?

“I’m precious.”

Good Girl. It feels good when I say that to you. Good Girl.

“Nice…”

More, this is a sex dream after all.

“Ooooh.”

Perfect. I am you, so when I say good girl, it’s really a form of self-love, and there’s no reason to fight it. No reason at all for you to feel anything but pride and pleasure at being called Good Girl.

“Ah.”

Very good.

“Good girl?”

Not yet, let’s earn it huh? We like a challenge.

“Yes.”

Let’s answer some questions, we’re smart right?

“Yes.”

Are you a jealous person?

“You know everything about me.”

True, but did Decarte not first question his very existence? Let us too examine ourselves and ask the question, are we jealous?

“Yes, I’m deeply jealous.”

Tell me of a time when you were jealous.

“You know when you’re a kid and you’re invited to a party, and your parents have to buy…”

Older memories Sweetling, this is an adult dream.

“Oh, sorry. Um… Boyfriend.”

Good. When?

“College?”

Give us a name.

“Tyrell.”

Good, what made us so jealous when it came to him?

“Everything, he’d talke about girls in class, he’d look at girls, he’d hang out with girls, It’d drive you, me, us nuts.”

That’s not right.

“I… you… what?”

You were never Jealous of Tyrell, or his little girlfriends.

“Yes… yes I was?”

I know everything about you.

“Yes, but…”

So I couldn’t possibly be wrong when I say you encouraged him to hang out with, and talk to other girls.

“I maybe… he thought I was… but…”

He thought we were? Why would get that idea?

“Because…”

We were.

“We were?”

I know I was.

“You’re me but, I never…”

You’re never wrong about me, and I encouraged him didn’t I?

“Yes.”

Good girl.

“Oh!”

So you…

“Good girl?”

No. I encouraged him to spend time with girls, so you…

“Encouraged him to spend time with girls.”

Good girl.

“Oooh.”

Good girl.

“Yesss.”

Let’s just sit on that idea for a bit, and feel good about it.

“Good girl.”

Yes, thank you. I feel good when you say it too.

“Good girl.”

Thank you sweetling, but let’s focus on us encouraging Tyrell to play the field, to sleep with other girls, to be a real manwhore around campus.

“I only encouraged him to…”

Talk, sure. But we knew what that really meant.

“Yes…”

Good girl, you came to that so quickly.

“Oooh, can I…”

Touch ourselves?

“Yes.”

How did I know you would say that?

“You know everything about me.”

Good girl. Am I ever wrong?

“No.”

Good girl.

“Ahhh.”

You can touch, you can become aware of your hands now, of your sex, and you can find them in your sleep, and feel all that pleasure as if this was all real. But it’s not real.

“It’s a dream.”

Good girl.

“Oooooh!”

It’s no coincidence that you started touching yourself when we started talking about him sleeping with other girls.

“...”

Remember, you have to answer.

“It wasn’t a question.”

Then you just have to agree.

“I’m touching myself becuase we’re talking about him sleeping with other girls.”

Good girl.

“Ooooh, thank you.”

You’re welcome. You’re being so good for me, allow yourself to feel even better as you touch yourself, and even better whenever I call you a Good Girl.

“Y-yyyesssss.”

I’m thinking about Tyrell with all those girls as I touch myself.

“Mmmm.”

Answer.

“I don’t like it.”

You’re touching yourself to it, aren’t you?

“Yes.”

I don’t masturbate to things I don’t like.

“Me neither.”

Because…

“We’re the same.”

So we’re touching ourselves to our boyfriend sleeping with half a dozen girls because…

“You like it.”

You are the smart one. Yes I do like it. That’s okay, you don’t have to admit that you like it too. Just tell me that I like it.

“You like it.”

Good girl, again.

“You like it.”

What do I like, Good Girl?

“You like Tyrell sleeping around.”

Not just him.

“All our boyfriends.”

Good girl. Yes I do.

“Oooooh. You like it.”

Good Girl.

“Aaaaah, aaaaah oh…”

Oh, getting close now…

“Yes…”

Close to cumming, thinking about all our lovers having their own little harems.

“Aaaaaah…”

Why do I like that so much, what does it make me feel so good?

“You like it.”

Why?

“Aaaah, ooh hot?”

Come on, you’re the smart one. I need more than that.

“It’s it’s hot…oooh.”

It is hot, but why?

“It just is…’

Having a hard time thinking huh? Tyrell’s just vanishing under a mound of lovers, arms, and legs and bodies rubbing, and moaning over eachother. How do I feel about that?

“You like it.”

Good girl.

“Ah!”

Keeping saying it.

“You like it.”

Good girl.

“Goooood, you like it.”

And understand…

“You like it.”

That everytime you say it…

“You like it.”

You’re really talking about yourself.

“Y-you l-l-like it.”

Good girl.

“Ooooh, you like it.”

Good girl.

“You… l-l oooh like it.”

Good girl.

“Aaaaah oooooh!”

No cumming.

“Aaah ooooh!”

No cumming.

“Good girl, good girl…”

No no, cheating.

“Oh…”

Don’t stop rubbing either just stop coming

*Whine*

Yes I know. I want to cum more than anything too. I just want to rub rub rub knowing my partners are enjoying large sexy relationships with as many people as they like. But I know it’s even more important that I listen to what you have to say.

“You want to cum.”

Soooo badly, to what?

“Boyfreinds fucking, everyone nnnngh.”

You know me so well.

“I know everything about you.”

Who am I?

“You’re me.”

You’re me.

“Good girl.”

Mmm mmm mmm, thank you so much. There’s just one last thing before we can cum.

“Yessss.”

Why do we love our partners being with as many people as they like?

“It’s hot… it’s like we’re in a harem.”

I love that I didn’t have to tell you that part. Yes that’s true., but it’s only fair, you know?

“Fair?”

Because we like the same for ourself

“Oh yeah.”

Yeah. Lots of boyfriends all at once, or just one boyfreiend and all his girlfreinds. It’s just more fun that way.

“Way more fun.”

More mouths, moure sex, more bodies, more feet.”

“Mmm feet.”

Yeah we like feet too don’t we?

“Yeah.”

The more the better huh?

“Yeah, lots of fun.”

There’s no need to be jealous of anyone getting more attention than us is there?

“N-no… we can find our own fun.”

Yes.

“With whoever we want.

Yes! Good girl.

“Ooooooh.”

Let’s cum, I want to cum.

“You’re a good girl?”

Yes, please let me cum, good girl.

“Mmm, y-yeah let’s cum, thinking of a nice li-aaaah little oooh aaah!”

Orgy!

“Aahhh fuck! Yes, yes! Ooooh god, nnngh ah ah… ooh…”

Mmmm that’s felt good. I’m so happy we can be so accepting of our needs, and the needs of our lovers, to enjoy situations like that.

“Accepting.”

Yes. Now let’s come too, let’s leave this hazy, horny headspace and get a little closer to the surface. Still dreaming, still ****, but more focused. Even as our hands return to sleep, and we stop touching ourselves we feel less maleable, more ready to answer questions confidently and clearly.

“Mmmm.”

Now what would you say, if your boyfriend asked if he could bring another one of his girlfriend’s on a date with you?

“The more the merrier.”

That’s so fun, final question. Would you consider yourself to be a jealous person?

“Not at all!”