Geyser of Virtue
#1 of Dreamer
The following is erotic in nature. Read at your own discretion.
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Geyser of Virtue
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The dreamer looked at his reflection in the motionless bay he had conjured. He had finally mastered the art of dreaming, and for the first time was in complete control of himself and his surroundings. The creature that peered out of the clear water appeared to be a wolf with a man's body, or perhaps a man with a wolf's head, fur, tail, and several other features. He had never considered himself human, neither waking nor dreaming, and this apparition was a far more accurate expression of his identity. Naturally, he was nude; he would not have borne the hindrance of clothing in the waking world, except that he wouldn't be fond of the kind of attention he would attract being naked in public. He studied his reflection carefully, ensuring that he appeared exactly as he wished to. Aside from the gray and tan fur that coated them, his torso and legs were identical to their counterparts in reality, including his three scars: one a small puncture marking in the side of his left ribcage, another a long slash that curved below the first scar from his side back and up toward his spine. The third was barely noticeable among his thick coat of fur, a small line that traced the edge where his belly met his right thigh. One other difference was that his member was hidden in a canine sheath that climbed his lowest abdomens from his crotch, the sheath and his testicles covered by a strip of white fur that extended from his navel down between his legs and along half the length of the underside of his fairly bushy tail. As he watched, his genitals swelled slightly, his sheath lengthened and became somewhat more pronounced. Only slightly. He would appear as he wished in the dream world, but there was no point in being ridiculous.
The wolf's face that peered out of the water at him bore no human traits, swirls of tan joining the gray fur above its eyebrows, the two shades mingling back between his ears and down his scruffy neck. The face did not smile, but it appeared pleased. In his dreams, at least, he was a creature worth looking at.
With a thought, the dreamer allowed the bay to flow in a gently pulsing tide, and his reflection wavered and vanished. He looked in either direction along the endless shore that extended in both directions beyond any discernable horizon. The soft white sand rose into gently sloping dunes that formed an endless desert. The pale blue sea, barely darker than the sky above it, stretched through infinity beneath a warm, yellow sun.
It did not take the dreamer long to decide what to create next.
She would be every wholesome attribute he had to offer, every virtue within him, unburdened by any of his numerous faults. She would be his definition of beauty, of an angel.
First, her eyes: Deep blue irises that became bright violet rings around her pupils were framed by eyelids that tilted slightly upward at their outer corners. The eyes introduced a lupine face similar to his own, but flowing rather than chiseled, and covered in a silky, pure white coat of fur. Delicate triangular ears and a narrow muzzle hinted at fox-like features as well as wolven, though she could not be said to be only one or the other. A graceful neck tapered into curving shoulders, her white fur following her contours sleekly, unable to hide the structures of her collarbones and shoulder blades. Her ribcage was only slightly evident above the structured muscles that surrounded her navel. Round breasts rose from her chest, which the dreamer paid shamelessly close attention to, all the more shameless because he was fully aware of how much care he took in molding her bosom out of the mists of imagination, because he completely acknowledged her breasts' beauty and the stirring they induced in his loins. They were full and round, each exactly as large as it could be without sagging in the least. Her white fur was long enough to completely cover the nipples at her breasts' tips, only hinting at their nubs. The dreamer cupped one breast in his clawed hand, gently squeezing it as he lifted it up her ribcage. It was firm, but yielded when his fingers pressed more insistently around it, making dimples in her pristine fur. Her breasts would retain their round shape unless forced otherwise, but when coaxed would become any soft form he wished. They would be among very few of her attributes, physical or otherwise, that would ever allow such a breach in integrity. A crest of thick white fur rose between the inner curves of her bosom like the apex of the softly crashing waves against the shore.
Her shoulders tapered into gracefully strong arms. Delicate hands ended in sharply clawed fingertips. The soft pelt protecting her firm waist widened into her hips, and her muscled belly narrowed into a "V" that crept between her thighs. Here the dreamer paused again, and added a tuft of thick white fur that rose from her crotch. Rather than immediately forming her sex, he rotated his perspective to focus on her backside. As her waist curved into her hips, the small of her back tapered into powerful buttocks, between the tops of which her elegant white tail extended nearly to the sand between her canine footpads. Her bottom was as rounded as her breasts until its curves met thighs as powerful as itself. Relaxed, it was pillow soft, allowing a clear view of her thickly furred crotch between its lowest curves and her legs. Fingers could squeeze each flank and find them malleable, the muscles within flowing beneath the hand's grasp, and they could be nudged away from each other to display the narrow band of white fur that climbed between them to meet the base of her tail. Were it to be flexed, though, its more pronounced roundness would be nearly as unmovable as the rump of a marble statue. Few muscles in this female could match the strength of her bottom. The dreamer admitted to himself that this was the part of a female's body that most attracted him. She would not eat, he knew, and would have no use for a digestive system, so rather than introducing her opening directly between her thighs, he chose a position several inches back along her groin, closer to where the anus would be found on a human woman. The rest of her groin remained velvety soft, and would become slightly puffy if she were to become aroused, but its thick fur remained unbroken until a point just between the lower curves of her buttocks.
The dreamer stared at his finished creation, and knew how he must breathe life into her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her warm body close, he closed his wolven lips around her own and exhaled in a kiss more passionate than any he had shared in the waking world, imparting into her every virtue he had within himself. Before breaking the kiss, he offered her one attribute of himself he had never before indulged, something she would need for what he intended: the appreciation of a male body's beauty.
He leaned back from her and found her blue-violet eyes gazing at his own with a fierce and passionate intelligence, a stare he had only ever seen before in a mirror. But though she was born of his strengths, though her life and memories had heretofore been identical to his own, as of this moment she was her own person, separate from him in her actions and her decisions. In her choices. So the dreamer released the dream's waist and began to take a step away from her, but her white arms immediately encircled his neck and pulled his muzzle back to her own. Her tongue breached his sharp teeth and explored his mouth with a fervor he hadn't quite expected, even as one of her hands dropped down his scarred side to caress his bottom and the base of his bushy tail. Then the dreamer realized he had given her neither his uncertainty nor his inhibitions. He let his own hands slide down her waist and around her hips to grasp her own perfectly sculpted rump, which, knowing exactly what he had been thinking when he'd built it, the female alternately flexed and relaxed. While it was soft, the dreamer squeezed her behind ferociously, having created it to be fondled passionately without giving her the slightest discomfort. While she flexed it, he burrowed his fingers into her white furred curves or tickled the underside of her raised tail. Her own hand was doing much the same to his backside, all the while her other held the back of his head to lock them in their endless kiss, their own breaths more wholesome and energizing than the dream world's air could ever be. Her knee pushed his legs apart, and she raised her leg so that his testicles were lifted by her thigh up against his furred groin. Two of his fingers crept between her round flanks along the inner curve of the buttock attached to the leg she held against his crotch, sliding an inch into the tunnel of her unique vagina. They broke their kiss and grinned at each other in identical, untainted joy.
Wordlessly, the dream stepped away from the dreamer, letting his genitals dangle between his thighs once more. She turned away from him and stretched her arms and her tail toward the unbroken blue sky, presenting her perfect bottom. She arched her back slightly, holding her bottom toward him alluringly, her groin easily visible between her legs. The dreamer took but a moment to stare, and then nearly leapt at her. His member had escaped its sheath long ago and was fully erect. It slid between her soft buttocks in the same instant his hands found her breasts, pulling her back against him, pinning her tail between her shoulder and his chest. She reached back to entwine her fingers in the fur at the back of his neck. He shifted with her relaxed cheeks to either side of his member until its tip rested against a blossom of smooth heat, then burrowed slowly into her. They gasped in unison, bodies trembling, visions swimming. His hands clenched around her white breasts in an uncontrolled spasm; she pulled his head forward roughly until he was looking over her shoulder down her snowy front. Her buttocks spasmed as they tried to flex, but doing so would shove him out of her and his hips were smashing her rump so that he was in her nearly up to his sheath.
They began moving as one, he a slow piston thrusting into her rump, she a butter churn, rotating her hips and shifting her weight from foot to foot so that her flanks rubbed against the length of his member that pulled out of her. He licked at her neck and shoulder as they moved, and massaged her breast with one hand, thumb teasing the nipple hidden beneath her fur. His other hand glided down her chest and stomach, and she whimpered in pleasure when he first pressed against the warm, soft flesh beneath the thick fur protecting her crotch. His fingers kneaded the warmth between her legs, and he used the position to help push her back against him with each of his entries. She let one of her hands fall from behind his neck to replace the hand he was using to explore her groin, squeezing and tugging at her breast more viciously than he dared as he watched from over her shoulder. After a short while, her other hand released his neck to cover his own over her other breast, encouraging him to increase his attentions beyond his gentle squeezes and nipple flicks. He obliged, clutching her mammary in a merciless grasp, tugging at it before smashing it against her chest. The breast's shape contorted as if it were a white-furred water balloon, jiggling beneath his palm with her startled gasp. He paused, afraid he had hurt her, but the hand on top of his coaxed him to press even harder against her flattened bosom. Her nipple dug at the pad of his hand, and her fur bulged between his splayed fingers. He pushed her breast in a circular motion against her ribs to match her hips' movements. The dream stopped fondling her other breast, letting it resume its natural shape in stark contrast to its twin under the dreamer's grasp, and moved her free hand to join his other paw still rubbing insistently at her groin.
The ocean tide had risen as they enjoyed each other, the cool waves matching their slow gyrations, surging and receding as they joined and parted. Already the water was above their knees, making the fur on their lower legs sway back and forth beneath its crystalline surface. His tail splashed behind him as it thrashed with his growing need for release. The gentle breeze had become a powerful wind against their faces. His canine knot of lust was swelling at the base of his member, its hypersensitive surface tantalized by the constant rubbing pressure of her furry buttocks on either side. He pressed it against her opening with each thrust, always on the verge of shoving inside her heated folds, always pulling back an instant before stretching her entrance enough to admit his growing bulge. The water was crawling up their thighs with the rising tide, and he found his movements hastening. She stopped rotating her hips, letting him piston in and out of her more and more rapidly, her relaxed bottom cushioning each of his powerful entries. The crest of a wave splashed against his gray furred genitals.
The dreamer moaned through clenched teeth as his pelvis's attacks against the dream sent tremors through both of their bodies with each impact. The tide rose until it contributed to their intercourse, waves surrounding his shaft and soaking her hips and rump to the base of her white tail at their apexes, the water falling to just below her groin and his scrotum in their valleys. The dream was panting in desperate, feminine grunts that matched his thrusts, eyes closed and muzzle lifted into the air. Finally, he began pushing slowly into her vagina after pulling nearly completely out of her. She pulled her lower lip between her sharp teeth once his knot lay against her opening, breathing in long, shuddering gasps that made her breast tremble beneath his palm. She arched her back, forcefully pushing her rump against his bulge. Growling deep in his throat, the water rising up their hips and waists, he shoved his knot inside her. Her loins' inner walls clamped around him, avenging her ravaged breast, trying to collapse the swell at his base. The tide reached their navels, and then stopped. He opened eyes that he hadn't realized were clenched shut, then licked along the dream's jaw line. She was beaming a blissful smile at the cloudless sky, her outer appearance serene while her inner muscles quivered, unable to crush the pulsing spear within her. For long moments, they stood as motionless as the now-still sea. Then, ever so slowly, they began to move. Locked together, they were unable to separate, and their small movements were limited to the amount of give her loins would allow. Rather than friction, their new ecstasy was pressure. The dreamer moved his pelvis up and down now rather than forward and backward, and the dream wiggled her white bottom from side to side. His member massaged her loins even as her inner muscles coaxed him toward his climax.
In the time it took to draw a harsh, gasping breath, the water washed away from their bodies, retreating to their ankles. Then, as they exhaled in harmonic howls, the sea rushed upward in a cylindrical geyser that surrounded them in an unbroken wall of water. The backwards waterfall's roar drowned out their cries, and the geyser shot higher as their orgasms intensified. Every muscle in both their bodies were clenched to the brink of injury, save for the dream's rump; she bucked wildly, her flanks desperately trying to flex but unable to push the dreamer's hips away from her, as his knot was still locking their bodies together. It shrank slowly after his member sprayed wave after wave of liquid into her, until finally his shaft was a nearly-straight rod again. Still, he used his hand against her twitching groin to hold her butt against him, waiting to slide out of her until her own orgasm faded. Her tail continued thrashing wildly against his shoulder and the side of his face for long moments, but eventually stilled, dropping as her hardened muscles melted and she leaned back against him. They both panted in exhaustion.
Finally, he slowly removed himself from her loins, his penis caressing her inner warmth one last time. When he was fully out of her, she turned and embraced him, resting her chin on his shoulder and gently pressing her breasts against his chest. He held her to him and closed his eyes, listening to the roar of the geyser that still enclosed them.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in sweat soaked bed sheets, and there was a mess around his legs waiting to be cleaned up.