The Dream Shifts Again

A familiar ethereal shimmer returns to the air. You blink; and by the time your eyes refocus, everything around you has completely changed again.

“Close your eyes, Thal!” Autumn’s perky voice sings teasingly right behind you.

You do as you’re told and feel a pair of delicate hands cover your eyes. The fragrant scent of Autumn’s body fills the air, and you feel the softness of her heavy breasts press up against your back.

“Autumnnnn!!” You whine playfully: “Don’t you trust me?”

“Sorry, Thal, but you know what they say...never trust a mage!”

“Wha- nobody says that!”

Autumn leads you up a flight of stairs, past a familiar, creaky floorboard and finally stops you about ten seconds later. With her hands still covering your face, you hear her use a foot to tap open the door in front of you.

“SURPRISE, THALIA!!” The collective shout of six people resounds as you enter the room. You open your eyes and can’t help but stare in awe at the feast laid out across the floor. There are platters of bread, cheese, turkey and bacon, a massive, three-layered cake, and more chocolate than you’ve ever seen in your life!

“Whoa…”

“It’s what thirty days of tips got us.” A man’s voice informs you proudly. It belongs to Logan: another dancer at the tavern and the owner of the room you’re standing in.

“It’s amazing! But I wish you guys told me about this so I could’ve paid my part...” Despite being underage, your innocent beauty and dancing skills earn you enough tips to rival all the other workers.

Sasha, a voluptuous, motherly brunette, replies: “You’re fifteen, you should be worrying about things like boys, not food!”

“Besides, you’ve already done the most important part.” Autumn continues: “Keeping Eddie busy with magic so he doesn’t crash our fun!”

Before you can answer them, Logan announces a toast: “Well, let’s get the party started then...to a brand, new year!”

The next few hours pass as some of the best in your life. You discover your hidden talents at cards and play a heated game of truth or dare with your friends. The festivities culminate in dance, where you partner with the two men and finish in a slow song with Autumn. Having their warm bodies press against you certainly makes a welcome change from the cold smoothness of a dancing pole.

It is just after midnight when you finally depart Logan’s room for your own. Though you’ve never been happier, the events of the night have left you exhausted. You clean yourself quickly and slip under the covers of your bed, drifting off to sleep with a dreamy smile upon your face.

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You cannot breathe. Everything is dark; and there’s a tremendous weight bearing down on your delicate frame from above. The stench of sweat and **** hangs heavily in the stuffy closet, and a familiar shadow looms over you in the darkness.

“You’ve been asking for this for a long time, darlin’!” You hear Eddie’s sleazy voice, its owner obviously drunk and not thinking straight at all. “The way you moan when you grind your pussy against that pole. They all say you’re too young, but you’re really a very naughty girl, aren’t you, Thalia!?”

This is bad... Though you often catch Eddie shamelessly ogling your body, he’s never been bold enough to risk molesting you like this!

“O-obscura VERIT-MMmmhhhh! MmmhHHH!” Before you can finish **** out the spell, Eddie shoves something cold and smooth past your lips. A pungent liquid flows down your throat from the bottle of cheap rum in your mouth, gagging you abruptly!

You thrash wildly under your attacker and with an incredible effort, manage to spit both the bottle and liquor out. But even now, you are still helpless - opening your mouth again would just forfeit your tiny victory, after all. Your mind is screaming at you to try something...anything, to escape what comes next. If Eddie’s massive weight doesn’t crush you, he may very well fuck you to **** instead!

“C’mon baby, don’t fight it! It’ll be easier on your tight lil’ pussy if you get the bottle nice and lube-”

*CRASHHHHHH!!*

A deafening explosion rocks the room, forceful enough to blast your would-be **** twelve feet backwards into a wall. He dies instantly without even getting the chance to cry out. You lie where you are in stunned silence, your breasts heaving as you gulp in large breaths of air. It takes several long moments before you finally realize what just happened. You had unwittingly cast your first nonverbal spell: an incredibly potent Inscendia charm, born out of desperation and magnified tenfold by your hatred for Eddie.

The situation quickly descends into chaos as the flames reach the liquor Eddie had tried to **** down your throat. Between the rum, the dusty carpet, and the closet’s wooden walls, your already deadly spell is spiraling out of control! You leap up from bed and escape the smoking furnace your room has become, seconds before the walls collapse. Even with your magic, there seems little you can do to save the burning inn.