Into Tifanny's Dreams

(Ok - So let me give a brief that this is chapter 39 by NextGamer and this chapter really inspired me to write on this particular branch. Just felt that this is more of a naughty route that should be exploded...hehehe... So I will be doing a bit of copy pasting from the original , but will be making my subtle changes so that this branch comes out clearly.)

You delve into Tifanny's dream and you suddenly find yourself in a huge soccer stadium, filled with an audience of people cheering on a game in progress.

This was... new? It's a lot different from the Homecoming dance, that's for sure.

Wait, you actually know this soccer stadium... Yeah, of course, it's the same stadium that's just outside your school! But, it's way smaller in the real world compared to here. And you don't remember there being a huge row of seats for a massive audience gathering like this. At most, your school has enough to seat two school's worth of students, as well as having room for family members.

You looked around to find Tiffany doing a dance routine with her cheerleading squad as they cheered on the home team. While the soccer players were playing, Tiffany and her cheerleaders were wowing and hyping the crowd as they did all sorts of extravagent moves.

Tiffany seemed completely relaxed and having fun, unlike in her last dream when she was nervously anxious about the Homecoming Queen announcement.

"Alrighty then... Let's see how I can work with this..."

What's the best way to fit in with a setting like this... Hm...

You got it!

You concentrated hard on yourself and imagined you were in a mascot costume.

Immediately, you felt yourself getting stuffed inside what you can only describe as a giant Cookie-monster suit, the one from Sesame Street, who's eyes were two times larger than normal. It was also wearing a baseball shirt with a matching helmet for some reason, despite being in a soccer game.

Eh, close enough.

You got up from your seat and went up to the opposite side of where Tiffany was, being at the perfect advantage to be near enough to watch her while also blending in to pretend to be the mascot of the Away team.

As you watched Tiffany having fun as she did her routine, you tried to see if there was any signs of any Inner Demons in the crowd.

Unlike last time, where they would silently stare at Tiffany before booing her and start making obscenely loud chanting noises that could destroy ear drums, the crowd seems to be perfectly normal. They're were acting like a crowd of people should be acting. No one was booing or yelling Tiffany at all. They were having as much fun as she was having.

Hm... So I guess you can rule out stage fright as a possible factor that triggers her Inner Demon. She seems to relish the attention given to her as long as she's cheering and dancing.

But then... If it's not the crowds, then what causes her Inner Demon to trigger? You figure that she might be having some sort of identity issues or something, but you're not exactly positive on that just yet... This calls for more observations.

Okay... Time to act natural.

Let's see, how do mascots act again?

You start jumping around and waving to the faceless crowd. Already, the effects of the Tiffany's Dreamworld start kicking in. Your movements become more natural and you start to really get into your role as a cartoon mascot.

You pulled off some amazingly impressive moves that you could only ever dream of (no pun intended) doing back in the real world, dancing around like a giant fluffy puppet madman. You did the shuffle, then some sort of obscure disco dance you've never seen before in your life, and then you flopped to the floor and did a perfect Worm before transitioning into a breakdancing leg spin.

The crowd seemed to be eating up your moves on a silver platter, cheering you on and laughing at your antics.

At some point, Tiffany seems to have noticed you, and you felt her giving you a spark of competition in her eyes.

As you watched her, she started calling over her squad, and directed their attention at you. They all gave you the same look she did, before getting into an organized position and syncing up their moves.

Facing you, they shook their hips in a seductive manner, before they all start flipping around one by one as they started singing a taunt.

"Can't beat our hometown, give up the throw down! Your cries make up no sound! Go home, Clowns!"

As someone who has never watched sports before, you're not sure if this was normally allowed in a real game. It seems a bit mean spirited... Yet, and you don't don't know why, but you felt hyped enough to accept her challenge.

Like a demon possessed, you start pulling off some moves that you remember seeing from Michael Jackson. You moonwalked around for a bit, tilting your helmet as if it was a fedora hat. Then you spun around and tilted your heels up while bending your knees as you grabbed your crotch. "Hozzwat! "

Damn, you wished you were this smooth back in real life. The fact that you could pull these moves off in an oversized mascot costume was even more impressive.

You stood up straight, and then tilted your entire body forward before you were leaning to an almost impossible degree with your feet still attached to the ground.

Hehehehe, dreams are so cool.

The crowd starts cheering you on, and Tiffany gave you a smile to show how much she's enjoying your friendly little competition.

At this point, you notice how the soccer game doesn't even seem to be the main focus of the dream anymore. All the players are less serious now, playing halfheartedly as they were all distracted by you and the cheerleaders.

This went on a bit longer and got you more involved than you planned it to be.

You spent a while doing some sort of Dance-Off with Tiffany and her squad, to the point where it kind of devolved into something akin to a scene in those High School Musical movies your sister used to watch when you were a kid.

Literally everyone was dancing at this point, not just you and Tiffany. The soccer players from both teams seem to have some sort of master coordinator or something, since they were all playing the game to the beat of the rhythm of Michael Jackson's Billie Jeans. It was like watching a music video.

When someone somehow manages to score a goal, you and Tiffany, with her squad, would go up to the middle of the field and exchange some playful taunting dances. You'd shake your rump or do some kind of Gangnam style move, and she would do a coordinated dance routine while using her girls as backup dancers.

Remembering what you came here for, you decided that now was probably a good time for a break.

You imagined a bell ringing, and then made a man in a referee suit show up to blow his whistle. "Half-time break!"

All the players in the match immediately finished up and went back to the bleachers to rest up and have their team discussions or whatever. The crowd calms down and relaxes, patiently waiting for when the game will resume again.

Tiffany loudly cheered and highfived her cheerleader squad, congratulating them on an amazing performance. Seeing your chance, you decide to walk up to her and start a conversation.

"Nice moves, sexy lady! You got the man inside this suit all riled up and excited!" You greeted her.

Oh, jeez, that was a bit too forward for your tastes. Was Tiffany making you act like this?

She turns to you with a smile, not at all bothered by your compliment. "You're not so bad yourself! I like the way you dance. You seem to be a natural at this."

"Hey, since it's half time, you wanna sit down somewhere and hang a bit to just talk?" You asked.

She hummed suggestively, giving you half-lidded eyes, "Trying to find an excuse to get me alone? Hmhm, I'll bite. But you should know, I'm already taken by someone on my school's soccer team."

"Are you taken by someone on the soccer team or by the soccer team" You tease her.

She giggled, "Hehe... Thats for me to know and you to find out! But, I would like to know who the man under that costume is first before we get to talking..."

She looked at you expectantly. You remove your mask and show her your face.

"Hey Tiff. Long time no see. Been a while since middle school, huh?"

Tiffany widened her eyes in shock as she saw your face. "You..." She breathlessly whispered. You suddenly see tears in her eyes and dont have any idea whats happening.

"John - why are you here, why are you following me ? We used to hang out a lot back in middle school as friends. I always thought more of you , but then I stopped once I becam aware of my true nature"

Wait - what ????? Wait... She also said something about erasing the past to start over fresh... Is it because of you ?? The stadium suddenly becomes cloudy and you feel as though the inner deamons are coming

"What do you mean Tiff - I thought you became cool and considered me a nerd and started hanging out with the cool guys."

The drumming started and you could feel the inner demons coming closer and closer. Ok time to take action.

"Tiff - tell me - I cant do anything unless you tell me what is the problem."

Sniff Sniff - " You dont get it John - the problem is me. I am so perverted - I have so many fantasies I dont know what I should do , everytime I am in a crowd I feel horny I want to show everyone how much a slut I am , I am an exhibitionist, I want people to **** me with their eyes, I want to be soaking in a cum bath, I want to be double triple quadruple penetrated, I want to people to whip me, I go to all the pornsites and browse each category and imagine myself in thier roles. Do you get it John - I am a seriously perverted person - you were the first friend I had , but once I reached puberty and had these thoughts I knew I couldnt continue our friendship - you were such a down to earth nice person ; how would you like me , one of the most perverted persons in the world. Thats why I go out with Zeke - at least he understands me ; even though I havent show my full perverted side to him - cause I am sure even he wont be able to keep up with me."

WTF ???? WTF ????? WTF ?????? Finally you cant help yourself anymore. you laugh.

"Whats so funny ? " Tifanny looks at you with her crying face.

"You think you are perverted and thats why you stopped seeing me ? " You look into her eyes and then suddenly kiss her. Not just kiss - you french kiss her. Seeking out her tongue and then sharing your spit as if you've found your soulmate. Tifanny couldnt do anything suprised by the sudden attack. She just leaves it allows you to continue.

"You think youre perverted ? hehe... Join the club - I just made a cumslut of our history teacher, got you to give me a handjob in the roof and daily make my sister drink my cum. You think I dont have perverted ideas - I'll join you in the perverted world. You want to be an exhibitionist - I'll join you and we will make the whole world see us. You want to be covered in cum - I'll arrange for the guys and also give you a gallon of my cum, you know how much I can produce right. You want to be DP/TP/QPed - I'll help you - you need a big cock in you always to ensure that your needs are fulfilled. You think youre the only pervert here - hehehe. you dont know the real John then. But I'll be happy to introduce him to you."

Tiffany looks at you curiously unable to understand what you are saying- “Are you saying that just to comfort me John ? “

“No you little minx , ever since you went and came back as the popular girl, you never approached me. I always thought I did something wrong and then we drifted apart. I never thought you still had those feelings for me.”

Suddenly you feel the drumming slowing down and the clouds clearing up - seems you vanquished her inner demons. She was afraid of herself and how perverted she was - how the rest of the world would view her. How she couldnt continue being friends with you as she thought herself too perverted. But finally looking into your eyes she feels acceptance.

"Oh John, you dumbo - come here and make me your perverted girl ." and she kisses you with all her might jumping on you straddling her legs around your waist. Both of you kiss and grab each other suddenly exploring each other’s mouth and tongues as if it’s a new frontier.