Perchance to Dream

You stand in the huge marble palace room. The sounds of battle raging just outside the invincible walls filters in through the great silver doors. You must go, you must go to join this conflict. You had to play your part. You had a war to fight. But you were naked. Your breasts, your pussy, your body, exposed.

You look to the head of the room. Your blouse and skirt hang ready for you, your heeled pumps arranged below. As you approach they transform into a beautiful glittering suit of plate armor. As you don it you discover it is a perfect fit. It conforms to your soft feminine curves perfectly. The inside as soft as silk, the outside a gleaming shell of opalescent steel.

Suddenly your mother is there. She was huge, twice as tall and four times as wide as you. Her round fat body has impossible proportions. Massive hips, gigantic thick hanging breasts that cover her entire torso, fat legs and a cock and balls so big they rest upon the floor. She reaches out to you and you are drawn into her. Her enormous red lips kiss your whole face and head as your entire body is enveloped between her soft encompassing breasts. She glows and slowly transforms into a long thick white cloak trimmed with rough grey wolf fur. It is clasped at the neck and spills down over your shoulders, reaching all the way down to your ankles. It warms you and protects you from the elements.

You turn and look up. There is Fiona. She is an angel hovering in the air above you. A dark and terrifying angel, her terrible power filling the room. She wears armor the color of night and her broad glorious white wings are spattered in blood, all along the tips of the feathers stained a deep crimson. Her perfect alabaster face a serene yet cruel mask, another bright spatter of blood across her pure white features. She has come fresh from her own battle to help you with yours. She transforms into a long elegant sword, its hilt a shining platinum and its blade the deepest obsidian. A crackling brilliant flame flares to life as you take it in your grip.

Your aunt and cousin approach. Each in a simple ceremonial vestal robe. Your aunt places a jeweled helm upon your brow, it was light as a tiara. Chloe straps a ruby buckler onto your left forearm, it buzzes and hums with energy. They bow and disappear.

You look left, you look right. The grand room was empty...totally empty. You must enter the fray but...where was Elsie?

You then feel it. A warmth, a pure shining star, deep within you. It was Elsie. Your entire being is filled with a strength and hidden power you had never felt before. You were at peace. Your heart and mind clear and focused.

You stride from your family fortress, stepping boldly past the great doors into the battlefield beyond.

The landscape is huge, unending. Sharp craggy mountains in the distance in every direction and the gunmetal grey clouds occasionally glow with deep orange bolts of sheet lightning. Battles are raging all around. The ringing sound of clashing metal, the screams of frenzied warriors, the suffering cries of the dying, an underlying deep rumbling groan from the blood stained earth just below it all. Battles of all sorts being won and lost and waged again all around you.

But your battle was there, right in front of you.

To your left was Stephen, he was a tiny little grey man in grey rags. Desperately he scrambles around looking for a place to hide. A rock, a bush, anything. He finds nothing but his cowardice to protect him. He huddles and slinks about. He is a pitiable creature.

To your right is Allison. She was in her little short skirted white tennis outfit, it shows off her tight body but it is smudged and stained. Her mouth is a puckered asshole. "Take off those ridiculous clothes!" She shits out. Her head spins around and there is a worried normal looking Allison. "Leave him alone!" It spins again. "...fucking embarrass me like that!" It spins. "I didn't want you to hit him!"

Beside her is the hunched corpulent form of Professor Morris, throbbing veins visible through his translucent pale skin. His head was abnormally huge, his uneven eyes bulge out and leer at you, his massive mouth smiling with hundreds of broken dirty mustard colored teeth. His long purple tongue snakes out and licks his lips. "Come to my office...let's talk..."

Ahead of you a giant two headed Ettin towers over you all. Its thick twisted arms hung to the ground, its colossal knobby hands were plated with raw black pitted iron grafted into the flesh itself. Its powerful body flexes and expands at seeing you. One head was Dave. He had glowing red eyes like embers and the thick black smoke of a coal fire billowing from his mouth. He belches words straight up from his fetid bowels. "Fag! Queer! Freak!" The words turn to boulders as they streak toward you. They strike you. The words, as fragile as spun glass, shatter to dust as they hit your armor and helm and shield. Dave growls in bestial yet impotent rage, just his smoldering eyes visible through the **** smoke disgorging up from his snarling maw. Derek's head was the end of a penis, a constant fountain of sickly amber urine bubbling up and trickling down from the crown, coating the beast's huge body. His head nods forward and he sprays you with foul piss. With a flourish of your cloak it is repelled, beading away like water off of a freshly waxed car.

You grip your sword tight and the crackling flames FLARE with a blinding intensity, illuminating the battlefield for miles around. You let out a great deafening battle cry, tapping into that brilliant inner strength, that infinite reservoir of love nestled deep within you. It shakes the parched earth beneath your heeled boots, it shakes the very pillars of heaven. You CHARGE!!!

...

You open your eyes to see the ceiling in your mothers room. It is completely quiet except for your mom's calm deep steady breathing beside you. A new day lay before you. You could not wait for the battle to come!