Nightmare
_Oh, well, something rather experimental.
Usually I'm the painfully realistic guy, but here I wanted to try something surrealistic. Tell me if it worked.
Spelling and grammar mistakes are part of he creative process and therefore not worth mentioning afterwards. Honestly..._
Zara had been happy as her parents had finally set off for their holidays. Holidays were a bit much, but a weekend was enough for Zara to enjoy herself. She had snuck into her parents' room, and looked for whatever was there for her. Two DVD's. Porn. Of course well kept from her. She had shoved them into the player and looked for food. Loads of stuff: Microwave popcorn, at least three buckets, five litres of ice cream, candy she had gotten from the shop before, and more.
Well, she had watched the porn, alone, naked on the couch after some other, rather harmless videos. And she had eaten all the stuff, everything. She had felt that stuffed that she couldn't really paw off to the very kinky stuff on the screen. Her pussy was wet, she was rubbing, but only half-hearted. A waste, she thought, but she couldn't do more. And afterwards she was just able to let the empty bucket of deep fried chicken slip off her now bulged belly and switch everything off via remote.
And, so, right there on the couch in the middle of the living room, the black cat fell asleep...
Zara woke up in a ocean of grass. She noticed she was completely naked, even her necklace was away, the one with her real mother's picture, which she never, ever, had taken off before, although she couldn't remember her at all. She was naked and she looked around. From horizon to horizon, just green grass. Very green, too green, actually. And the sky was blue, without a cloud and without a sun. It all looked like a children's picture, but made by a kid with a lot of talent. As Zara was looking around, she didn't notice that her head and neck moved only a split-second after her face and muzzle, which looked rather stupid. But there was no mirror around. There was nothing around.
Well, not before Zara had stood up. Now she was standing over the grass and there was a mirror. But not showing her. She moved towards it, and after a moment her body followed.
One paw through the mirror. There was glass, there was nothing, she didn't feel anything, no resistance. On the other side, her fur turned into a creamy colour, she stared at her paw, she pulled it out of the mirror and it turned back. The other side was feeling different. It felt the same as here. Since there was nothing else to see or to do on the ocean, she stepped on and crossed the borderline to the other, differently same side.
She was standing in a small dungeon now, a place between brick walls, lit by some torches. She noticed not only her fur colour had changed. She could have sworn her breast had grown and the thick public fur had just trimmed itself. Oh, and the tiny, almost unnoticeably bit of chubbiness around her hips that had always bothered her had mystically disappeared. Not that she minded.
With careful steps, Zara moved through the corridor, to a light. The torches blew out. The walls were getting tighter. And they did it rather quickly. Some moments later even the ceiling started to move down on her, her heartbeat arose, she moved quicker, faster to the light. As the walls touched her shoulders she was on the edge to panicking, she tried to be faster. From somewhere she heard a loud, distant screaming, of a woman, who seemed to be in more trouble than Zara. But it was getting worse for her. She had turned half-ways, and now the walls touched her back and chest, started to squeeze her sensitive breast. The light was close, very close, she reached out for it. The distant screaming and groaning got louder with every inch she moved to that light, almost there, her paw was at the final edge, almost, the tightening corridor began to squeeze her very bones, the bright scream made her sensitive feline ears hurt, almost, almost...
With a gasp, she slipped out of the vulpine body. She scream was replaced by a satisfied panting, then by a soft giggle. Panting, Zara opened her eyes and saw a vixen bending over her. She felt her entire fur soaked. And she felt an awfully soft bed under herself.
"Come here..." the vixen whispered with a soothing voice. "Let Mummy comfort you..." And the vulpine body came over Zara's.
"What..." A soft tongue started to lick her dry. A very good feeling, Zara closed her eyes and let 'Mummy' work for a moment... The vixen was about her size and age. Did she just come out of that body? How could that be possible? Oh! Oh...
The vixen had now arrived at Zara's crotch and started to lick gently over he cat's femaleness. The soft tongue caressed the fur, the labia, the skin under the labia, up and down. The vixen changed her position a bit, and then Zara had a wet and hot vulpine crotch right in front of her muzzle and a bushy, orange tail on her head.
As if some relax had kicked in, Zara just let her paws grab the thighs and her tongue touch the other female's slit, made her nose touch the public hair and the tongue slip inside the hot vagina. It felt good and right to do this, she moved the muscle in and out, licked over the sensitive skin and listened to the pleased moans. Questions later... ah...
The vixen was working professionally, stimulated the clitoris, made her remarkably long tongue slip inside Zara and even caress her sensitive G-spot. Zara was already moaning in passion, but she made to work on as the pleasure filled her mind. With soft, but growing moans she expressed the lust in her, every hot wave of good emotions, every bit, out, out, Zara was craving for the release, the orgasm, the release from all the feelings, she let them flow, a bit, more, more caressing, touching, pleasing...
Female juices splashed into the vixen's face as she heard the cat scream out the climax. She smiled broadly and rubbed over the feline's crotch. "So... now it's your turn again to be the Mummy..." Once more she rubbed over the now very lubricated femaleness and lowered her head.
With a gasp Zara felt two fingers slip into her very moist vagina. They spread the hole quickly. Other fingers joined them. Her eyes went wide as other fingers joined the first, spreading her even more. Now tow paws were spreading her femaleness widely. Zara's eyes went wide, but there was no pain, just the unbelievable feeling of being spread, almost torn apart.
The vixen lowered her face, her muzzle went into the other girl's hole. Quickly the rest of the head followed, the neck, then the arms, still spreading it wider, for the shoulders. Zara screamed, still not out of pain, rather due to the shock that the other girl was really and actually going inside her, obviously the female fox was intending to disappear completely in her vagina and womb. But... but... that was just impossible! Zara's fingers dug into the sheet. Another orgasm was approaching, as creepy as it was.
The shoulders disappeared into the heavily widened vagina, the body disappeared, to the tummy, the waist, the hips, the butt, the tail... Zara was screaming out loud, all the air out of her lungs, everything out, the climax hit her hard, but she couldn't enjoy it, she clenched her eyes, the tail disappeared into Zara's female crotch, the thighs, the legs and finally the feed, everything disappeared into Zara's female body. Her tummy now was shaped like a huge hill and Zara could feel the vixen try to find a convenient position in her womb. Her womb! Zara clenched her eyes once more and panted heavily. All lights went out. Gosh...!
A clap of paws made her open her eyes again, after some moments. Everything was different once again, everything. She was on her very own bed, in her room, up the stairs. But she wasn't alone. More paws clapped. Applause. For her. She frowned in surprise.
A big male tiger came out of the group, to her. She realised she was naked on her bed, and at least six people were looking at her. As well as a camera. A camera...
The tiger patted her head. "Wonderful, Michelle, just wonderful. Never seen a best masturbation scene. Ready for next scene? Afterwards you can take a break." The tiger smiled soothingly.
"I... I..." Zara's mouth opened and shut several times.
"Wonderful," the tiger repeated and left her again.
Quickly Zara took the blanket to cover her nude body from the viewers. But they seem to be busy other wise. A guy stood up from his chair. Zara couldn't really believe it, but he was the guy who was sitting in front of her in some classes... the boy she had a crush on since she had seen him the first time. And the wolf started undressing, quickly, just his pants away and ready he was. Ready for what? Sex? With her? In front of a camera? Geez...
"Okay," the tiger said. "And action, please!"
Zara watched the wolf coming closer. "Michelle..." he said as he was joining him on the bed.
"Thomas..." she whispered romantically, which made the people on the camera frown. Oh, they could cut it out later.
Thomas was moving over Zara with gentle movements. She let the blanket go, it slipped off her and to the floor, due to its own weight. She took his tender kisses, all of them, on her face, on her neck, on her chest... she moaned slightly as he was licking and sucking her nipples. One of his paws stroked over her now flat tummy, over her crotch and labia and made the area wet again.
After some romantic moments of passion Zara could feel her lovers rock hard penis stroke against her thighs, to her vagina, she felt the maleness approaching, she let out a gasp as it slipped into her. It was so big, so hot, and yet fitting perfectly, the perfect match to her femaleness, to her insides. Thomas started thrusting and grunted.
Zara groaned as the cock pleased her vagina, as it moved in her, out of her, in, out, in a gentle, pleasing, fastening rhythm. She moaned more, just letting it happen, just letting the emotions flow through her body, making her tremble, making her shiver, making her groan and purr. She took the thrusts and felt yet another climax moving up to her mind. The male in her thrust faster, harder, and she enjoyed it.
After some moments she was ready, ready to climax, and so she did, she clenched her eyes and twitched with a bright scream. She panted and opened her eyes to look at her lover...
He wasn't there. Zara realised she was lying on the ocean of grass again, again on the green, staring into the blue. But... there was something still working in her. She reached out to her crotch and pulled a vibrator out of her. As she was looking at it, it slowly lost power, went off and melted in her paw, into nothing.
She looked up. God... She was black again, her fur had the normal colour. She checked herself. Yes, Zara was Zara again. Actually... a pity... she had liked to look more sexy. And her boobs were smaller again...
A quake dragged her out of her thoughts. The ground was trembling. In a strange rhythm, like... like the stomp of feet. Of very big feet. Zara looked around, panicking again. Something was approaching, something big, something huge...
She saw a giant figure, a really huge female cougar, running to her. She had a truly ridiculous size, twelve metres, at least. And she was naked, her breast bouncing up and down. The cougar stopped as she saw a black spot in the green and squatted down.
"Oh, there you are. Tried to escape, didn't you?" The cougar smiled and a huge paw was picking Zara up from the ground. "Can't let you run away again..."
Zara tried to struggle and to squirm out of the grip, but that was senseless. She screamed and squirmed more as the cougar woman opened her mouth and moved Zara right over the opening eating hole.
"No! No!" she screamed, but the fingers let her go and she fell, down into the black throat, down into the nothingness.
She slipped down a smelly and tight corridor, down the way, she had stopped screaming, she was just scared. And with a loud and a bit disgusting splash, she landed in some kind of water, in darkness. She whimpered again. The ground was soft.
After some moments she heard a zip. A light appeared, somebody lit a torch. She saw a naked male rabbit sitting in front of her.
"Hi," the rabbit said. "Nice that somebody shows up, I was feeling lonely." He crouched closer, making Zara whimper a little. "Will you suck my cock?"
"What?" Zara spit out.
"Will you suck my cock?" The rabbit smiled hopefully. "Please?" he grinned.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I've got..." He started to look around and found a very old and stained wallet. "I've got twenty five quid and forty two pence, that enough?"
"I am not going to do anything!" Zara protested.
"Oh, come on... please?" He came closer. "Pretty please?" He came closer. His face was now a distorted grimace. Zara withdrew and whimpered scared. "Pretty pretty please?"
Zara crawled backwards until she arrived at a suspiciously soft wall and couldn't go any further. "Stay away from me!"
The rabbit came close enough to touch her fur. "Are you sure?" He waved the money. "Are you sure?"
Zara tried to push him away.
"Well, that's a shame, then..." The rabbit threw the money away. "So you won't suck my cock... a shame... but I still have your cunt!" He seized her shoulders with an incredible strength that made her scream. With one quick thrust he had his rather small lapine cock shoved into her, grinning he started to fuck her violently.
Zara tried to get away from his grip, but all her struggling and squirming just seemed to encourage the rabbit, to thrust harder and more forcefully. He grunted into her face and fastened her grip. Suddenly he trembled, pulled himself out of her and came. His giant load covered her body completely.
Zara found herself in rabbit cum, as she heard a gargling sound. The ground right behind under her was moving, making waves. As if suddenly scared of her the rabbit withdrew into the other corner, far away from her.
A hole opened under Zara, it opened and started to suck her down, she let out a loud scream as it caught her tail, then her butt and finally her entire body and sucked it down another tube, forcefully, to a strange light.
She fell down, a far way, down... onto a soft ground. Zara watched the giant cougar leave, to the horizon.
She lay there, not moving. She felt sore, very sore, but without any pain. She was exhausted, she wanted it all to stop, right now. So she waited for everything to get normal again, a door to her house, anything. But until then, she just lay there.
Something tickled her belly. She wiped it away. But it came back. And there was more. Suddenly Zara felt something touching her legs. It embraced her waist, her legs, then her arms, her chest, it held her tightly. She couldn't even look up to see what it was, it now had her entire body in a tight grip.
Whatever it was, it now entered her vagina and her tail hole, filled her like water, just filled and stretched her, not providing pleasure or pain. Now it was coming ofer her head, a green goo, over her, she opened her muzzle to scream, and the liquid entered her there. She tried to scream more, but it filled her up completely, filled her, made her choke, she couldn't breathe, she would...
Zara woke up with a scream. Living room. She was alone in her self-produced waste. She panted. God! What a dream... what a dream...
She felt strange... she felt like... like... Zara jumped up, stepped into a bucket, almost slipped and fell, ran, ran to the bathroom, opened the toilet, coughed and puked into the bowl.
Too much food, bad movies... and now she felt sick... Never again. She emptied her stomach and stared down at the half-digested mess slowly sinking down. Never again...