A New Nightmare

Submitted for ATF's second writing contest.

A blood-red sky loomed overhead. Men in dark robes gazed on into the horizon, as an ominous statue of a screaming god loomed overhead. And yet, the most depraved part of this whole scene was a young, little boy, naked as the day he was born, guided through the procession by a tall man wearing a mask with horns on it. In one hand he carried a sharp knife with a curled, twisting blade, and he had the boy’s tender delicate arm caught in a vice grip with the other. Though his face was covered up, it was immediately obvious that he looked upon the boy with a crazed, violent expression. This was a horrifying scene, though one the boy was intimately familiar with. Without further guidance, the boy climbed atop a large, stone altar, and laid down upon it. A priestess wearing the mask of a falcon and not a thing more handed the man a book and he read from it, in a language the boy could not understand no matter how hard he tried. With the knife, the robed man made an incision across the boy’s arm, just deep enough to draw blood. The man inspected the blood as the boy heard a large rumbling sound emerge from the environment. He poured it into a vial as the sounds grew louder and more distinct, sounding like fighting, like things breaking against walls, the man mixing the concoction paying no mind to the sounds of battle in the background. As the man approached the boy with the horrific concoction, he heard two voices in the background.

“Fat fucking whore!” Rang the voice of a man.

“Braindead Troglodyte!” said another.

“Wait!” said the boy. “That’s my…”

• • • 
      

“My family.”
I got out of bed, startled as usual. I didn’t wet the bed this time at least. That’s good, I thought to myself, as I covertly walked to the hallway outside my bedroom to see what was happening to my parents. I spotted them, both breathing heavily, the cow lamp Aunt Marjorie gave me for Christmas now a broken pile of glass and electronic bits on the floor.

“Sorry.” said my father, as he meekly got a dustpan to pick up the broken glass shards. Dad was a “heckin’ chonker” as my friend Cray might say. A big heavyset man with a heart of gold, though a short temper, donning his trusty blue jumpsuit, worn down over the years just like he was.

“No, I’m sorry,” said my mother. A perfect, ideal cop, with a kind loving heart, yet one that will show criminals not a single ounce of mercy. She’s someone to be inspired by. Cray seems to like her, her slender figure and short brown hair get him going for some reason. “It’s just… Colin.”

“Yeah. It feels like every other night he wakes up screaming. It feels like he’s had the same nightmare for a whole year. We do the best we can, but it’s just so draining.” I looked down at the floor shamefully. It’s not fair! Why do I always get that same horrible nightmare every night?

“He’s more than we bargained for, but we can’t give up now. We agreed to be his foster parents, and we must continue to raise him as our son, no matter what it does to our psyches.”

“Foster parents?” I said, under my breath so my parents wouldn’t hear me.

“You’re right. I feel so sad we have to hide this from him.”

“But what child could handle being raised by… those people” Lucia sounded sad.

“I know if I was raised like that, having nightmares every night would be the least of my problems.” Aaron sounded very sincere, an unusual tone for him to take.

“Yeah. But we can handle it. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?” Lucia and Arron kiss as I slowly make my way back towards my room, diving underneath the covers and closing my eyes, desperate to hide from my parents. I went to sleep, wondering whatever my true parents were like. They sure didn’t sound like kind people from the way they talked about it.

• • • 
      

When the boy entered into his dreams, he mentally prepared himself for the same horrifying cult dream as before, but he noticed something very different this time.

“Where am I?” he said as his eyes adjusted to the light streaming in from the window.

“A window?” he thought to himself as he looked around the dreamscape before him. It looked like a bedroom, like a remastered, idealized version of his room. His room was on the verge of falling apart, with chipping blue paint, a hardwood floor, largely spartan walls, and a musty bed that smelled funny. This room was painted in a bright yellow floral pattern, with a comfortable carpeted floor, and walls covered in shelves full of toys and games.

“No more scary men?” The boy said to himself, in utter disbelief.

“Yahoo!” The boy said, excitedly jumping out of bed, only to notice the one thing that stayed the same between his old dream and his new one.

“I’m naked! Still?” He let out a loud squeak the moment he saw his nude body, his cute hands and feet, his slender chest with a faint scar across it, and his cute little penis completely exposed. In a brief panic, he searched his room. His dream bedroom may have many things, but a dresser didn’t seem to be one of them. His search was interrupted by a loud yawn coming from the other end of the room.

“Teeheehee. What are you screaming about?” The boy, in all his excitement, failed to notice a second bed lying at the opposite end of the room, as extravagant and beautiful as his own was, the name Juno sloppily carved into the wooded headboard. The occupant was slowly crawling out of the fluffy, comfortable sheets, and he could see slender, delicate fingers grip the hem of the blanket and gently push it to the side.

“What’s the matter, Colin?” Emerging from the bed was a slender little girl, no more than eight years old, with long white hair and a bright smile on her face. She stood just as bare as the young boy, but unlike him, she was not ashamed of her nakedness.

“Ah! Where’s the dresser?” The boy said, looking away from the girl as he covered his penis with his hands.

“Ranch dressing is in the kitchen. Why do you need that first thing in the morning?” she says, giggling to herself.

“No. Dresser. Where are my clothes?”

“We’ll deal with that later! Now quit covering up your penis and go take your shower.” The boy wisely decided to follow the girl’s suggestion and left the bedroom to head for the bathroom.

“Whoa!” The boy said upon leaving his room to see his new home for the first time. It was a whole lot bigger than his old one, way better than the dismal apartment he had in the real world. It was so clean, light streaming in from the overhead windows. He was not sure which room was the bathroom, but fortunately, he found it on the first try, a pristine, granite-tiled room with a very appealing-looking shower. The boy climbed in and turned the water on, finding it to be the exact right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold. The boy peacefully stood in the shower, the flowing water putting him in a state of zen.

“Ow!” he said, stumbling backward and feeling a hard object poke into his back. He turned to see a strange rod attached to the shower wall by a suction cup base. He poked it with his finger, finding it to be squishy and rigid at the same time. Perplexed, he put it out of his mind for now and returned to his shower. It took just another few minutes for him to leave, grabbing a fluffy towel and drying himself with it, then tying it around his waist to cover up as he went downstairs. He heard singing coming from the kitchen, along with the sound of delectable, sizzling bacon.

“Fa la la la la la” the boy heard as he rounded the corner of the room, spotting a beautiful woman cooking breakfast. A beautiful, completely naked woman. She heard the boy’s approach and turned to meet him, baring her chest and hairy pussy without a care in the world. “Good morning, son!” she said.

“Mom!?!?” The boy responded, shocked at both his mother’s new appearance and her nudity. She was much more voluptuous than his fake mother, with fluffy brown hair, a large set of delectable-looking breasts peacefully swaying in the wind, and an ass that jiggled as she walked.

“It’s such a glorious new day, isn’t it son?” The woman replied, her arms pressing against her bosom and compressing them together, a sight that the boy couldn’t help but marvel at.

“Uh… yeah.” The boy replied.

“What’s the matter, son?” The boy heard in the loud yet comforting voice of an adult male. The boy looked to his right to see the speaker reclining on the couch reading a book, as the television sat unused, the boy’s father paying no mind to it. While that faker was a fat fuck, his new father was fit and muscular, a fact that was easy for the boy to see because the father was a nudist as well, his rock-hard cock hanging out without a single ounce of shame. “You’re never this shy.”

“Yeah!” the boy heard the sister say from behind, as she hooked her fingers into his towel. “We don’t wear clothes here!” With one movement, she pulled the towel down, baring the boy’s penis in front of his family. He moved his arms to cover himself, but his mother stepped over and parted them away.

“And we don’t cover ourselves up either. Now get your bare butt to the dining table, breakfast is almost ready.” The boy followed his family outside and onto the deck, where a large glass table could be spotted. As his family settled into the table, the boy awkwardly took his seat, his mother to his left and his sister to his right. He looked down upon his plate, a modest breakfast to be certain, toast, eggs, hash browns, bacon, and a side of orange juice, but to him, it might as well have been from a Michelin-star restaurant. He hastily devoured the meal, savoring every bite. His fake father was an awful chef, and his new mother could outcook him any day of the week. His vacuuming up the food was interrupted only by him feeling a strange rubbing against his groin. Being a glass table, it was easy to see that the source was…

“Mom?!” His mother was giving him a footjob as she ate as if this was a completely normal thing. He looked to his right and could see that his sister was giving his father the same treatment.

“Oh, sweet little daughter, you’re so good!” Despite how masculine and strong he looked, the boy’s father was just as flustered as he was.

“Teeheehee! Family footjobs are the best! Isn’t that right, Colin?” The sister gazed towards the boy, who let out a soft moan from his mother’s touch. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The family continued eating as the girls gave their footjobs, Colin eventually returned to his meal after regaining his composure.

“So good!” Colin said after he licked his plate clean, and could see that his family had done the same. “I could get used to this!”

“Don’t get tired yet, you haven’t had dessert yet!” His mother says as she moves her chair back, the sister doing the same after a slight delay.

“What’s for dessert?” The boy says.

“We need lots of cream for dessert. And you know where cream comes from, don’t you?”

“From the grocery store?”

“No, silly billy!” His mother says as she kneels under the table, face first against his crotch. “It comes… from here.” The boy lets out a loud gasp as his mother grabs his penis with her hand. He looked forward and could see that the father was getting the same treatment from his sister. “Be a good boy and give me lots of cream.” Not wanting the pleasurable sensation to go away, the boy simply nodded in affirmation. The mother had a smile on her face as she masturbated her son. “Tap on my head when you’re about to cum!” the mother says before proceeding to give the boy’s penis a nice lick, from his scrotum to the tip of his dick, feeling him shiver and squirm as her tongue traveled along his member.

“Someone might see us.” was the only objection the boy could think of raising to the obscenely lewd act occurring to him.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” His mother gives him another lick, before proceeding to swirl her tongue around the tip of his penis.

“Sex is the best!” he hears his sister say. “Cocks are the best! I love having sex and watching others have sex! Give Colin the bestest blowjob in the world!” his sister says to his mother before taking his father’s cock in her mouth, or at least as much as she can fit without gagging.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, boy. You should like sex just as much as your sister. I bet you’ll love this though!” The boy’s mother spoke in an excited tone as she sucked down on his member, causing the boy to moan out in ecstasy as he felt his penis get covered in his mom’s saliva. He felt a sudden pressure build up in his penis.

“Am I… about to cum?” The boy thought to himself. He tapped on his mother’s forehead, and she took his dick out of her mouth and moved into a fierce handjob.

“Seems like you’ve got a hair trigger today. No worries. Cum for mommy!” The boy let out a loud moan and closed his eyes as thick streams of semen fired out of his penis. He heard a loud popping sound and saw a cake on the table that wasn’t there before. He was standing up on the table and coating the cake with his jizz, his father was doing much of the same, giving the cake a delectable-looking glaze. The mother stepped into the kitchen for a brief moment, before returning with a knife. “Let’s all share in the bounty of our men’s glorious penises.” The boy heard the knife echo as the woman cut into the cake, his sign that the dream was about to end. “Don’t forget your cake, Colin.” is the last thing the boy hears before the dream ends.

• • • 
      

“What… was that?” I awoke, unsure of what to believe. Was I finally free of those bad dreams?

“Yahoo!” I said out loud. I’m free of those nasty nightmares, and I’ve got a field trip today! Things are finally going my way. I jump out of bed and strip down to prepare for my shower, only to notice something odd.

“Is this cum?” I looked down at my pajama bottoms and saw the bottom encrusted with sticky white stuff. My curiosity was interrupted by the sound of my alarm clock, so I headed into the bathroom, putting my dirty jammies at the bottom of the laundry hamper. Lucia doesn’t have to know about the mess I made.

The shower immediately felt worse than the one in my dream, and it was rudely interrupted after we ran out of hot water and I got blasted in the face with an icy cold downpour. It's not the greatest start to my day, but still better than having those nightmares.

After getting dressed, my mom emerges from the bedroom, looking somewhat disheveled, her hair sweaty and matted.

“Right. Driving you to school! To the car, now!” I heard my mother say, as I rushed out the door and down the stairs to where her car was, a beat-up old hatchback. After kissing Aaron goodbye, she entered the car and after loud sputtering sounds that made it sound like an earthquake was coming, the car lurched to life and we sped off towards my school. I silently sat in the seat, as Lucia cast a glance towards me.

“Did something happen last night? I can tell that you saw something messed up last night…” Lucia’s eyes widen with the realization that she’s made a mistake. “More messed up than usual,” she says, correcting herself. I didn’t know what to say. How could I know what to say? She simply placed my hand in her palm, reassuring me.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m always here for you, and I’ll always be here for you. Aaron will be as well.”

“Thanks, Mom.” was all I could eventually choke out, as I saw the sign for LaBerge Elementary, silently exiting the car, slinging my backpack over my shoulder with its one good sling. I covertly enter the front doors of the school, desperate to avoid the demons. Fortunately, they seemed distracted today, so I was able to head for my classroom without incident, sliding into my desk just as class started.

“All right, children.” said my teacher, Mr. Sorenson, probably the worst teacher in the whole school. My friend Cray, that lucky bastard, had the beautiful Ms. Sandoval. What I wouldn’t give to be taught by her.

“I hope you remembered to bring your permission slips. You wouldn’t want to miss out on the class trip to Seaworld, would you?” All of the other students in my classroom immediately fetched theirs out of their bags.

“Mr. Sorenson, I lost my permission slip, but Mother did write a replacement one saying I could go.” Mr. Sorenson took the note out of my hand, took one look at it, and tore it into pieces. “If you don't bring a proper slip, you don’t get to go.” I raise a hand to object, only for him to angrily glare at me. “We have an alternate lesson for you and the other permission slip not-havers. Report to the auditorium at once.” The other children laughed at me as I left the room.

“Let this be a lesson to you.” I hear Mr. Sorenson say as I leave the room. “Make sure to keep better track of your stuff!” I slam the door behind me and head for the auditorium, the seats are mostly empty, save for a dozen or so other unlucky students like me. I take my seat and slink down in it, desperate to avoid…

“So what do we have here?”

“...the demons.” I think to myself as I’m grabbed from the collar of my shirt, and turned to face three of the nastiest girls ever to walk the halls of LaBerge Elementary.

“It’s our favorite boy toy!” The girl grabbing me was the leader of the bunch, a black girl two years older than me, tall, with wavy dark hair, and brown eyes that stared right into your soul. She looked cute at first glance, but turn your back and she’ll stick a knife in it. So would her two lieutenants, the blonde and white spoiled rich brat named Titan, and Oni, the Japanese exchange student with the intellect of a girl double her age, but used exclusively to tear people down.

“What are we gonna do to her, Cherry?” said Titan, only to be met with a slap to the face.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Cherry angrily retorted. I’m changing my name to DeathSatan the moment I’m considered a legal adult, we’ve discussed this.

“But calling you Cherry is funny,” said Oni. Cherry was Cherry’s real name, but anyone who blabbed about Titan or Oni’s real names would be found the next day stuffed face first into a dumpster.

“Here’s the deal, Colin! They’re showing us a movie by this Atkins’ Burrow fucker, and we’re gonna “play” with you throughout the whole thing. And if you say no or make any noises, you’re gonna regret it. Capiche?” I nodded, she hooked my underwear into the coat rack, and the movie began, not that I could focus on it. We were supposed to take notes, but I could not focus at all. The demons were poking me, shooting spitballs at me, and even if I could focus, I just knew they’d steal my notes at the end of class and pass them off as their own. So I just sat there and accepted their torment. What I wouldn’t give to make them walk a mile in my shoes.

I got nothing out of the movie. Less than nothing. If I tried to focus on the visuals, one of the demons blocked my view. If I tried to listen in, they whispered horrible things into my head. I’ve dealt with their torment before. But I haven’t had to deal with it for the whole day. I tried to tune it out, tried to think more about those weird dreams…

“What’s that?” Titan says. As I immediately realized my mistake, the demons saw my penis get hard. “Do you like getting tormented by us?” I shake my head left and right as hard as I can, so hard that I can feel myself get dizzy. “Well, you say no, but your body is clearly saying yes.”

“Titan, what are you doing?” Oni tried to maintain their detached demeanor, but it’s clear that even this was making them flustered.

“Yeah! We’re here to torment this boy toy, not play with his dick!”

“But we can torment him by playing with his dick!” Titan gripped the hems of her shirt and pulled them up, flashing me her chest with bright pink nipples. “I bet you like these, don’t you?” As if on cue, my dick immediately twitched at the sight of her tiny, developing breasts. “Thought so.” Titan covered herself up and sat next to me. “Tolerate our punishment, and I might even let you touch them. You certainly won’t get to dream about them, nightmare boy!” Titan laughed as she sat on my lap, continuing to watch the movie. I could hear whale sounds, and it seemed that even she was interested in them. Titan’s inexplicable attraction to me caught me off guard, but it only caused the other two to intensify their bullying.

By the time the day was done, I was completely emotionally drained. Aaron could tell.

“What’s the matter, Colin?” he said, in the middle of cooking a meal, black smoke coming from the oven.

“Nothing...” I said shyly, obvious with my tone of voice that something indeed was wrong, not that Aaron was willing to press me on it.

“Still having those night terrors? I didn’t hear you wake up screaming this morning. That’s good, right?”

“Nope. Nightmares are gone.” I said.

“Wow!” Aaron said, turning his attention away from the oven as the apartment’s smoke alarm was going off. “I can hardly believe it. You’ve been having those nightmares for as long as we’ve been raising you.”

“Raising me? What do you mean?” I said, asking a question that I already knew the answer to.

“Yes... Raising you.” Aaron was visibly flustered at my questioning. “Uh… ah… er…”

“Honey, I’m home!” The door flew open, Aaron visibly thankful for a distraction that would get him out of answering my question. He sighed in relief a second time upon seeing that his wife had brought home food.”

“Lucia, my dear!” Aaron rushed to hug my mother, who accepted it, locking arms with him as they looked longingly at each other.

“One second.” Lucia escaped from Aaron’s grip and fetched a fire extinguisher, managing to clean up his mess, eventually pulling a ham out from the oven. It was shriveled and pitch black from intense heat and his incompetent cooking.

“I got this roast started late, I wanted to have it ready by the time you got home, the instructions said 400 degrees for two hours, I figured 800 degrees for one would be good.” As usual, Lucia was willing to forgive my father, unable to say no to a man who had disappointed her so many times.

“Well, now you know for next time.” Lucia hauled the bags of food on the table, containing myriad boxes of Chinese food. “And it’s a good thing Sergeant MacDaggett was having his retirement party because we get to eat all the leftovers!”

I made my plate and sat down on the couch, Lucia sitting next to me and Aaron taking the recliner, messily stuffing his face with noodles and chicken.

“How was school today, Colin?” Mother looked at me, with as kind of a face as she could muster after a long day of work.

“They didn’t accept your permission slip,” I said, sheepishly.

“Those rat bastards!” Lucia exclaimed. “I even wrote in cursive for them.”

“That school sucks eggs!” Father said, his mouth currently chewing through a spring roll. “I should know, I went there!”

“I’ll speak with your teacher first thing tomorrow morning. I know you’ve been looking forward to that trip.”

“Yeah. And maybe we can hold your birthday party at Seaworld!”

“You’re just saying that so you can fraternize with that waitress and attempt the Mondo Megalodon challenge again!” Aaron had a guilty look on her face.

“She doesn’t work there anymore! But yes, I would try the Mondo Megalodon challenge again. I was born to devour that fish!”

“Remember what the doctor said about your heart,” Lucia said, hiding her disgust.

“I thought fish was good for me!”

“Not when it’s deep-fried and stuffed with cheese and bacon!” Aaron visibly salivated at the thought of that glorious meal.

“Can we just eat in peace?!” I exclaimed. Aaron and Lucia were immediately knocked out of their trance.

“Sorry, Colin.” Lucia turned to comfort me. “Your father can be a real piece of work sometimes. Finish your meal, I even managed to save a piece of dessert for you.” Aaron raised a finger in protest. “And yes, I saved a piece for you too.” Aaron continued eating, satisfied.

When the meal was done, Lucia fetched two wrapped boxes from her bag and handed one to each of us.

“I’m trying to watch my figure, so I didn’t want to eat these, but that’s not an issue for you, Aaron.” Before Lucia could even finish her sentence, Aaron had already opened the box exclaiming in joy as stuck a fork in it and began devouring it so fast that I couldn’t tell what it was. I looked at my box somewhat shyly.

“Are you sure you don’t want this, Mother?”

“I saw that there, and thought of you. You may have it. I don’t mind.” I opened the box and…

“Where did you get this?” I looked at the slice of cake. It was a chocolate cake with a creamy glaze. The same slice of cake I saw in my dream, even down to the scattered crumbs that lay at the bottom of the box.

“I told you, I got this from MacDaggett’s retirement party. The cakes were ordered from a local vendor. They may hate gay people, but they make some awesome cakes.” I looked at the cake, utterly baffled.

“You can have it after all,” I said, unsure what to think. “I’m not hungry.”

“If you insist.” I saw Lucia start to eat the cake as I turned to enter my room and get my homework done. Hopefully, the rest of the day would proceed without incident, especially my dreams.

• • • 
      

“Come on, students! Don’t keep me waiting.” The boy was greeted by the charming, motherly voice of the boy’s teacher, as she stood in front of the entrance to an aquarium, a lavish, extravagant building with aquariums arranged in abstract shapes outside, teeming with aquatic life. The boy marveled at the beautiful sights, even at the front entrance, though there was an even more beautiful sight that kept attracting his attention. The teacher’s completely naked body to be specific.

“M-Ms. Sandoval?” The boy said, awkwardly stammering the whole way through.

“Yes?” her teacher said, turning to face the boy, exposing her nude form to him, as was the norm in this world. He marveled at her light brown skin, her spry, athletic body, and her modest breasts with dark nipples, looking particularly appealing with the way the sun was reflecting off of them.

“Where is everyone’s clothes?” the boy said, covering himself up, the only person in their class to be doing so, everyone else peacefully interacting in the nude.

“C-lo-thes?” she stumbled across the word as if the boy spoke to her in gibberish. “What are clothes?”

“You know, clothes? The things that cover up our junk?” The teacher seemed utterly confused at the concept, as if someone had explained the concept of the internet to people from the goddamn dark ages!

“Why would we ever do that? Our naked bodies are beautiful.” Ms. Sandoval was hiding the fact that the boy’s question made her chuckle, but the rest of his peers weren’t as courteous, openly laughing at the boy as if he liked My Little Pony, wet himself every night, or was a libertarian.

“Yeah!” The sister said as she walked past the boy. “I don’t ever want to have to cover up my body!” The boy, defeated, simply joined up with his classmates and headed into the aquarium. The boy marveled at the wondrous sights. Glass water tunnels were embedded throughout the building, and one could see fish streaming through the walls and floors at all times. Hanging lanterns blanketed the whole aquarium in a soft blue light, as a man in what could be generously described as a costume emerged to greet them, clad in nothing but a helmet and transparent boots and gloves filled with water in the same manner as the walls and floors.

“Hello and welcome to the Bermuda Aquazone! You must be Ms. Sandoval, here for the school trip!” He spoke in a british accent with a sense of forced energy, like that of a TV performer.

“I very much am!” the teacher responded.

“Well kids, don’t you want to learn about marine life?” All of the kids excitedly responded, and headed farther into the building, into a much darker room, making the bioluminescent lights of the creatures within more readily apparent. They followed the teacher and mascot, before reaching a tank containing multiple sharks. The boy looked somewhat intimidated by them, but the rest of his peers looked on in awe.

“This is a Goblin Shark, nasty little guy this creature is.” said the teacher, referring to an awful-looking creature with a horn that made it appear to be some terrifying underwater unicorn. It swiped at the students before being confronted by a phallic-looking lamprey-esque creature.

“Oh, it looks like the Frilled Shark has joined in on the fray.” The mascot spoke, letting the display go on. The Goblin Shark swiped at the Frilled Shark before its eel-like opponent roared at them. Both were caught off guard by the arrival of a third shark, a rotund being who swallowed them both whole with a single bite.

“Don’t mess with the Megamouth Shark. They’re as terrifying as they are ugly.” The teacher led the students away as the victorious sea beast savored its meal, before handing each of them a card, alongside an assignment on a sheet of paper.

“We’re on the day of the museum’s stamp rally!” the teacher says. “Who among you would like to tell us what that means?”

“I would!” says the boy’s sister. “We have to go all across the aquarium to get the stamps filled out, and fill out that sheet along the way.”

“That’s right! The first person who fills out their sheet will get an *ah*, special reward.” The teacher’s final word was punctuated by her slapping her ass, as she spoke in a lustful tone that made her idea of a “reward” obvious. “So what are you waiting for?” she says to her pupils. “Go out and win that reward!” They all scattered to the wind.

“I’m gonna creampie her when I win!” The boy hears his friend as he runs off. The boy himself lingered for a moment, confused, before heading off towards the north, through a darkened tunnel, more sea creatures imprisoned in glass boxes. The boy hears a Vampire Squid attach to the glass, sucking on it and spreading out its cloak-like webbing in the process. He moves forward only to see the terrifying Hatchetfish, thin as a blade and just as sharp, its metallic body catching on the light of the exhibit behind him. The boy turned and saw a mock geothermal vent, making the entire area glow a menacing red. The boy saw the floor of the tank covered in white stalks topped with red tips, the swarm of giant tubeworms doing nothing to acknowledge his or anyone else’s presence, like that of a strange curled ball nestled with the worms. The ball unfurls in a flash, revealing that it’s a monstrous bug the size of a small dog, tapping its claws against the glass in a rhythmic fashion. The boy stumbles backward in shock, back into the body of someone.

“Aah!” the boy shouts. “Sorry.”

“No problem.” says the person in a cute inflection, as she speaks in a thick Japanese accent. The boy turns to see that they are an Asian woman, dressed about as immodestly as the other employee, the core difference being that she had bio-luminescent paint all over her body, which particularly served to highlight her hairy snatch. “You’re here for the stamp rally, are you not?” The boy nodded in affirmation.

“Don’t worry. You have nothing to be afraid of. The fish can’t hurt you.”

“Yeah!” The boy heard his sister speak, even though he recalled her running clear in the opposite direction earlier. “They’ve trapped them all in cages, like good little fishies. If anything, they’re the lucky ones, because they get to have their every need fulfilled. Who wouldn’t want to live like that?” Any questioning the boy might have had about his sister’s statement was interrupted by him feeling tugging on his cock, a cool and distinctly wet sensation. He looked down to see the Asian mascot, giving him a handjob with a smile on her face.

“What are you doing?” the boy says, shyly.

“Helping you with the stamp rally.” The boy moans from the woman’s touch, her water-filled gloved making his cock feel cold, but not in an unpleasant way.

“This place is great, isn’t it? Sex is the equivalent of saying hello around here.”

“It’s-ah-wrong!” The boy tries to stammer out, any lingering thoughts interrupted by feeling the mascot rub his balls with her other hand, the boy’s penis now fully erect and ready to burst. The boy opened his mouth to object, only for the woman to put her finger to his mouth and close it.

“Shhh,” she says in a whisper. “Just let it happen. Let your warm semen out.” The boy lets out a loud whine and cums all over the woman’s chest, firing ropes of semen onto her, as she looks on with a neutral expression, not the first time this has happened today, and what will definitely not be the last.

“Here you go!” The Asian mascot scoops up the boy’s semen and uses it to mark an icon with an image of a hand on the boy’s stamp card. The boy suddenly feels his sister pull him away from her.

“Come on, Colin! There’s still five more stamps to go!”

“Five more?” he weakly says, in the afterglow of his orgasm.

“Yup! There’s the buttjob station over there! Let’s go!” The boy’s sister drags him throughout the facility to dutifully fulfill his stamp card.

From a ditzy blonde woman, the boy received a buttjob, her tight, plump posterior doing a fantastic job of igniting his lust. She grasped his cock with her butt in a vice grip, like the claws of the Yeti Crabs eyeing the scene. A short woman with bright pink hair was next on the boy’s list, though her masterful blowjob ensured the boy wouldn’t be with her for long, sucking him down as the Viperfish in the tanks watched him. The boy was certainly glad he wasn’t getting a blowjob from them. The fourth woman, a spunky, rebellious woman with short black hair and a scar across her face, acted as if she wasn’t interested, but that was all secretly a front to hide her lust. She grasped the boy with strength equal to that of the many Humboldt Squids surrounding her and moved to give him a footjob. It was not long at all before the boy squirted, cumming all over her cute feet.

“Yes! I love little boy semen!” the woman said, utterly debased, barely remembering to mark the boy’s stamp card before another student came to her and she eagerly rubbed his genitals as well.

The boy noticed the fifth woman, currently servicing another student, and simply looked towards her, waiting for his turn. The Barreleye fish in the tank below, their eyes perpetually pointed upwards, got a nice view of her posterior. The woman, with long brown hair and a massive pair of breasts, saw him and motioned for him to come.

“But you’re…” the boy said.

“That’s okay. You can have my tits, and this little boy gets my pussy.” The other student immediately moved in position, both of them howling in joy the moment his tiny rod entered her tight warm cavern. The woman slapped her chest, inviting the boy to have a lovely boobjob.

“Come on, Colin! Don’t leave a lady waiting.” His sister pushes him forward, atop the woman, who swiftly moves his penis into position.

“Now fuck 'em’!” she says with a peaceful expression on her face, her tone of voice hiding a tone of malice. The boy complies, moving his hips between her warm, fleshy mounds, the two mountains deforming against his touch.

“Do you love it?” the woman says, each word interrupted by moans.

“Yes!” the other student says. “Your pussy is amazing!”

“I like it…” the boy eventually squeezes out.

“Then I bet you’ll love this!” The woman squeezes her breasts together, tightening their grip around the boy’s penis. The boy lets out a loud yelp as a result, the woman smiling as she knows the boy is close to cumming.

“I bet you like fucking my boobies, don’t you, boy?” The boy’s response came in the form of hot streaks of cum firing across the woman’s face. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you want to fuck my pussy now?”

“I…” The boy’s attention was drawn by a sharp yelp of pain, from a voice he was intimately familiar with. He climbed off the woman and ran towards the distance, though not before getting his stamp filled.

“Don’t spit out his seed!” The boy heard an adult woman yelling and the sounds of a crop striking bare skin. He turned to see that which he had desired the previous day.

“It tastes so salty!” said the voice of the blonde bully, nude along with her two friends, a much dirtier and seemingly much poorer woman, with her previously shimmering blonde hair now faded and matted into clumps, with her skin stained with dirt.

“Waaagh! He’s mean to me!” The Asian bully was lying on the ground, bawling like a baby, all her fancy intellect gone like a turd in the wind.

“We’re useless!” The dark-skinned bully sat on the ground, sinking into despair, her personality nothing like that of her real-world self. While the real one is brutish and cruel, this newer, better one is a bashful, weak-willed loser who can be driven to tears at the drop of a hat.

The boy smiled as he saw his three bullies, completely nude and suffering, as the room was lighted solely by the bioluminescent glows of the Box Jellyfish and Apolemia in the tanks, beautiful to the eye, but deadly to the touch, much like those girls.

“You need more training!” said a tall, voluptuous woman with black hair, her face covered in makeup, particularly with large black eyelashes. The woman glances towards the boy. “You! Help me tame these bitches!” The boy and his sister moved towards the three bullies, the blonde one lying on her knees.

“Eat her out! And Jap Bitch, you give him a thigh job.” The boy and girls got into position, the Japanese girl lying on her butt behind the boy, clasping his penis between her thighs. The blonde’s pussy was dripping with sweet nectar, which the boy happily lapped up, all while the Japanese woman tried her best to milk his semen with her thighs. The older woman pats the boy’s mack.

“Good job. Make her your bitch. Eat out her sopping wet cunt.” The mature woman goaded the boy along, as she noticed the Japanese girl moving slowly.

“Go faster!” she says, sternly.

“I’m moving as fast as I can.” she protests, wincing from the awkward situation.

“Bullshit! Allow me to demonstrate.” The mature woman grabbed her, threw her aside, and took her place, using a refined technique and lots of experience to milk the boy dry. She had his penis caught in a vice grip, already feeling it spew pre-cum across her thick legs.

“That’s it. Let it all out!” Were the boy to meet this woman in real life, he’d probably find her to be somewhat scary, but his lust was so powerful that not even her frighteningly horny demeanor could not dissuade him. With a loud roar, the boy came all across the woman’s thighs, the woman hungrily staring at the semen as it stained her thighs. She marked the final stamp on his card with the semen before drinking the rest, before picking up the boy and carrying him towards the wavy-haired black teen.

“Good boy! You’ve filled out your stamp card! And I have just the idea of a reward for you.” The teen, knowing what the older woman had planned for her, recoiled in horror.

“No! Please don’t!” Fear was visible in her eyes as the older woman set the boy down in front of her, her penis mere centimeters away from her pussy.

“Women aren’t supposed to be bashful. She needs a good deep dicking, wouldn’t you say?” The boy nods in affirmation, moving forward and pressing his penis against her tight entrance.

“Don’t rape me? What have I ever done to you?” she says, sobbing. The boy, a smirk growing on his face, pushes all the way in with one thrust. The black teen yelps in pain as her hymen is broken. The older woman looks on at the faint trickle of blood emanating from the woman’s pussy, the only thing that’s genuinely been shown to shock her.

“You’re a virgin? No wonder you’re such a stuck-up bitch! You should fuck her until she can’t walk, boy!” He eagerly agrees, grabbing her by her hips and thrusting her towards him, ignoring her pained cries for him to stop, as the boy’s sister moves over to watch him, letting out a hearty laugh as she watches her brother have his first-ever vaginal sex.

“How do you like her?” The sister says, masturbating at the sight of her brother engaged in sex.

“I love it… it’s so warm.” The boy can barely speak, as his fleshy member is wrapped in tight, slender warm flesh.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? They’re such obnoxious brats in the real world, and yet here they’re spineless and weak. They’re much better like this, wouldn’t you say?” The boy’s sister let out a hearty laugh, only for it to get interrupted by the sudden, lurching realization that she’s done something wrong.

“What do you…” The boy's thoughts were interrupted by his impending orgasm, his biggest one yet. The black-haired teen looked to the side, silently sobbing, as he shot thick strands of cum inside her. He climbed off of her and took one final look at his handiwork, strands of milky white cum flowing out of her pussy, the dream ending before he could question his sister.

• • • 
      

I awoke upside down on my bed, my face pushed into my covers. My dream was pleasant, but I felt like I got hit by a truck. I woke up feeling strange, feeling the blanket rub against my bare skin. I never sleep in the nude. I turned on my light, the old lamp emitting a loud hum before it finally turned on, illuminating my nude body, my pajamas tossed aside on the floor, and the myriad cum stains coating my sheets. I let out a loud yelp when I realized what happened.

“Everything okay?” I heard Lucia’s voice come from beyond my door.

“Y-yes! Don’t come in here! I’ll take my shower soon.”

“Are you sure? You sound jumpy, even more than usual.” What would Lucia think when I realized that I ruined my sheets? I had to come up with an excuse, and fast.

“Y-yes! I just… wet the sheets again!”

“Aww!” Lucia said, slightly disappointed. I thought you were finally done with that.

“I guess I spoke too soon!” I yelped out. “I’ll… I’ll deal with the sheets after my shower. Just leave me to do that in peace.”

“Okay…” Lucia seemed to buy it, for now at least, leaving me to take my shower in peace. I zipped out of my room and headed for the bathroom, taking the quickest shower I could, desperately hoping that neither of my parents sauntered into my room in the meantime.

After my shower, I bolted back into my room to see my father grabbing looking around, holding up a newspaper.

“How did this get here?”, he says. “Can’t have you looking at this.” He turns around to leave the room, only to see me looking at him. “Tell me where you found this and I won’t tell any of this to your mother.” Aaron holds up the newspaper, I can’t quite read it in these low light conditions, all I can make out is that the pictures depict something on fire.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen that before in my life.” I say, panicking. Aaron detects that I’m sincere and leaves the room. The rest of the morning is a blur. I get dressed quickly, head downstairs, and Lucia drives me to school. I look away from her as we drive, and she can detect that something is wrong.

“You’ve been acting strange all day, honey. Is something the matter?” She turns to face me, with a motherly smile visible on her face.

“Does the name Juno ring a bell?” I ask Lucia, immediately telling from her reaction that I asked something that I wasn’t supposed to.

“D-don’t worry about it.” she awkwardly tries to reassure me, driving away before I can ask her anything more. I headed right to my class, spotting a tired and sweaty Mr. Sorenson, and with several students absent.

“Note to self, students,” Sorenson said, trying and failing to cover up a loud burp. “Don’t get meat lovers for the pizza party.” I sank into my chair even more.

“They all got pizza without me?” I thought to myself, the resentment making it hard to focus on my classes. I submitted my report, doing what little I could from the little I remembered of the movie, immediately noticing Mr. Sorenson giving me the stink eye as he skimmed it.

“Hey, Nightmare boy, it’s time for your meeting with four eyes.” Mr. Sorenson said, pointing at the clock, five minutes past noon. I scrambled to gather up my things and head for the counseling office, as Mr. Sorenson tried his best to hold the class back from giggling at my misfortune.

The counseling office was the only place in the entire school I felt safe. It also helped that it was the most modern room in the school, with the school being given a sizable grant to build it, and even if the construction company cut back on building materials to pocket the money for themselves, it still looked better than the rest of the school. The moment I stepped inside, the attendant, bored out of her skull, directed me to my counselor’s office. I’ve been here so many times that she could tell me apart from the sound my footsteps make. Jonathan was right behind the door, and I took my seat across from him like I have at least a hundred times by now.

“Well, first things first, I just want to wish you a pre-emptive happy birthday,” he says, talking in a calm, understanding tone. Jonathan had the patience of a saint, he’d have to have it to deal with me.

“Thanks,” I say, brushing his comment aside, awkwardly staring to the side, at his wall of books far above my grade level.

“Colin… Is there something wrong?-more wrong than usual, I mean?” he says, immediately catching his verbal stumble.

“Those nightmares… I haven’t had them for the past two nights.”

“That’s wonderful.” Jonathan’s face perked up at my remark, but his enthusiasm quickly soured. “...But there’s still something up, is there?” I nod in affirmation.

“It’s about the… dreams that replaced them.”

“Are they scary dreams?” he says, jotting things down on his notepad.

“A little…”

“In what way?” My throat gets caught on something, unable to respond.

“I dreamt that I was at the aquarium. The tanks were all full of sea monsters.”

“Ah. Yeah, I bet you were pretty bitter about not being able to go. Between you and me, Mr. Sorenson is a bit of a hardass.”

“Isn’t that a naughty word?”

“The only people who have access to these transcripts are me and you… assuming you don’t want anyone else to see your thoughts come unfurled before them.”

“No!” I shout.

“Good,” he says. “Anything else?”

“There is… but.”

“But?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you about it.”

“This is a safe space. Anything you tell me that you don’t want said publicly, I’ll take that information with me to the grave.” I know I should tell him. I have no reason not to, but I just sit there.

“Colin, your silence will only incriminate you further.”

“I can’t decide whether or not I should tell you!” I shout.

“Well, I have a simple test.” Jonathan says, handing me a shiny new quarter. “Just flip that coin. If it comes up heads, you tell me, and if it comes up tails, I’ll never ask about it again. Sounds good?” I silently nod, tossing the coin in the air and placing it on my palm.

“Tails” I solemnly say.

“Another tip for you. Best two out of three?” Jonathan says, noticing my unhappiness with the outcome. I flip the coin twice more, both coming up tails.

“Wow. Somebody really doesn’t want you to tell me about what’s going on.” Somebody. Does he mean Juno?

“Can I do best four out of seven?” I say, holding the coin in my hand.

“Sure, if you want to.” Four times more I flip that coin, four times more it comes up tails.

“Seven tails, huh? What even are the odds of that?” As Jonathan does the math in his head, I hold the coin out to him.

“You do it,” I shout. “Something fishy is going on here.”

“I assure you, it’s just random chance, streaks of bad luck happen all the time.” Jonathan humors my request, flipping the coin in the air. I watch intently as it lands on his palm, the shining face of what’s his name visible.”

“What do you know? Heads.” Jonathan looks at me. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I do… but…”

“What’s the main word you’d use to describe them?” I legitimately had no clue.

“Naughty.” was what I eventually decided upon.

“Naughty? How so?” Jonathan asked, as I wanted so desperately to answer. “Were you pulling pranks?” I nodded my head to say no. “Getting revenge on someone?”

“Kinda, but that wasn’t the main portion of the dream.”

“Well, what was the main portion of the dream?” The words got stuck in my throat.

“We… were all naked.”

“Naked?” Jonathan says, raising his glasses in surprise, the first time I’ve seen him do so as far as I can remember.

“Yeah. We were all naked and…”

“And what?”

“Touching each other.”

“In what way?”

“With my thingy.”

“Your penis?”

“Yes…” I looked down, kind of embarrassed.

“Colin. Have your parents touched you against your will?”

“No!” I shouted. “They’re not the best parents, but they’d never do that.”

“Good.” he says, letting out a sigh of relief. “There’s just one thing that’s puzzling me. Was there anything special that happened on the day that you stopped having these night terrors?”

“Jonathan… Is it true that my parents… aren’t my parents?” His disturbed reaction confirmed my suspicions.

“I was not looking forward to this day…” Jonathan says as he lets out a sigh. “Your file has been very strictly classified. We were hoping to wait until you were more mature before we showed it to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… not for the faint of heart. Considering the type of upbringing you had, you should count yourself lucky that all you have are nightmares. I can speak to your case manager to get that info prepared for you, but it’ll take a few days. Are you sure you want to know this? It’d be a massive bummer right around your birthday.” I wasn’t sure myself. I trusted Jonathan more than my own parents at this point. But then I thought of something to ask him.

“Does the name Juno have any meaning in my case?” Now Jonathan was the one who seemed hesitant to answer. “You don’t have to tell me who she is, or what she is, or if she’s still alive or not. Just tell me whether that name appears in it.”

“These meetings are recorded, for future reference. Disclosing that information would cause disciplinary action to come against me.” At first, I looked at Jonathan sadly, but then I saw him wink at me. He then nodded his head up and down, indicating that yes, Juno had something to do with me.

“I think… I still want to know.”

“Very well.” Jonathan said, jotting it down in his notebook. “I will file that form at the end of the school day.” He glanced at the clock, 5 minutes to 1. “We still have a few minutes left to speak. Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”

“Jonathan… Do you believe in ghosts?”

“My opinion on ghosts is the same as my opinion on God. I’ve seen nothing to suggest that they exist, but at the same time, I can’t entirely rule them out. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” I say. Jonathan can tell something is up but does not press further. “I’ll head back to class now.”

“Goodbye.” Jonathan happily waves at me as I fetch my bag and head for the door. He looked positively giddy. “Goodbye and sweet dreams!”

• • • 
      

The boy awoke to the sight of his mother standing above him, a slice of chocolate cake in one hand and a Game Boy in the other.

“Happy birthday, son!” she says, as she bends forward to give the boy a kiss. He turns away at the last minute, so she only kisses his cheek. He turns around in the bed, looking at the headboard, the name “Colin” crudely carved into it as it was with his sister’s bed. The boy’s sister jumped from her bed and dragged him out of his sheets.

“Come on! Don’t be a party pooper! Everyone is waiting for you!” As the boy was dragged downstairs, he heard a faint banging come from the attic. He saw his entire class, all cheering and singing the happy birthday song for him. He was less than amused.

“Happy Birthday!” said the boy’s friend, lying on a chair as his mother sucked him off, both of them clad in nothing more than a party hat.

“I’ve bought you so many nice gifts!” says the boy’s father, gesturing to a pile of boxes on the table.

“I’ve baked the most delectable cake for you!” says the boy’s mother, gesturing to a triple-layered cake that looked absolutely scrumptious if I do say so myself.

“We offer our bodies for you to use as you wish…” the boy’s three bullies said, sobbing as they lay on their backs and spread their pussies out for him.

“Isn’t this the bestest birthday party you could ever possibly have?” The boy’s sister was positively beaming from all the decorations and food. The boy turned right past them and headed right for the TV.

“I wanna watch TV.” he says, searching for and unable to find the remote. He would have went for the knobs, but it’s one of those fancy flatscreen TVs that rich folks got. No physical buttons that he could see.

“The TV is broken!” his sister hastily interjects, before she and her mother grab the boy. “Besides, we’ve prepared all this food for you, and you just want to watch television? That’s insulting!” They pull the boy away before he can hit the power button, and place him in an ornate wooden chair.

“Come on and celebrate, you haven’t got your birthday hat on!” the father says, placing the conical paper hat atop his head before handing him one of the wrapped presents.

“You haven’t had your birthday cake yet.” the sister says, taking a small slice of it and shoving it down the boy’s throat.

“And it’s not a birthday without customary birthday pussy!” says the boy’s mother, sneaking under the table and forcing the boy’s cock inside her. Her insides felt even tighter and wetter than that bully her fucked the night before. His mom was light years ahead of that hopeless loser.

“Ahhh!” The boy let out a soft moan from the tight warm sensation enveloping his penis, temporarily forgetting all about his true desires.

“Be a dear and start moving your hips now, won’t you?”

“Yes mommy!” The boy complied, as he should, and started to fuck his own mother, much to the joy of his assembled classmates, who started to get intimate with each other at the sight of such lovely, forbidden incest.

“Her pussy feels great, doesn’t it?” his sister exclaims, her father kneeling down and touching her as they’ll likely start committing incest in due time.

“Yes!” was all he could say.

“I bet you wanna fuck that tight little hole forever, don’t you?” The boy could barely even respond, panting from exertion as he drilled into his mother with his rock hard member, feeling her mother’s pussy get tighter and wetter with each passing moment.

“N-no. I-” the boy let out a groan as his mother began slamming her hips against him, taking his cock as deep as possible.

“Don’t worry, dear. You don’t have to worry about anything more, not even pulling out. Shoot it inside of me! I’ll have your baby!” The boy subconsciously complied with the mother’s command, filling up her womb with white hot jizz. His mother fell forward onto the carpeted floor as he could see his seed drip out of her.

“Good job.” said the boy’s sister, giving him a kiss before moving over to a buttjob. “May this be the first cumshot of many!” Her tight butt felt so good. It was difficult for the boy to resist her masterful movements, yet still he tried. “Do you not like it, Colin? Would you prefer a blowjob instead?” The boy nodded, but right before her lips came in contact with his member, he kicked her in the face and bolted back upstairs, the other students immediately interrupting their orgy to chase after him.

“That banging noise. What is it?” the boy thought to himself as he jumped for the pull cord that would open the attic, but he was much too small to reach it. Silly boy, he shouldn’t try to escape his birthday. We only want what’s best for him. As we slowly creep up the stairs, he panics and, desperate to find out what’s going on, he opens the present.

“Perfect.” is the only word he says, before unboxing his new fully-functional Omni-gun, and using its grappling hook action to reach the pull cord, the stairs leading up to the attic unfurling and hitting the ground with a dull thud.

“It’s way better than the one I got for my last birthday.” He winces, remembering the very nasty fall he got from the toy Omni-gun.

“Help me!” He hears a voice coming from the attic, a little girl’s voice. Running upstairs, he sees a little nude girl with bright pink hair tied in twin-tails, trapped in some type of energy sphere.

“Help Me!” they shout, filled with joy from his appearance. The boy merely looked on, confused.

“What happened?” is all he can stammer out, the poor boy hopelessly confused by what he is seeing.

“White hair! Girl with white hair trapped me inside my own dream!”

“Was her name Juno?”

“Yes! How did…” The little girl looked somewhat concerned at the boy, thinking, correctly, that he was in deep trouble.

“Never mind that. Where’s the TV remote?” The girl pointed towards the sleek black buttoned obelisk, floating freely in the void. The boy reached out for it, and it flew forward, right towards his hand. He held it firmly, a great power lying in his hands, though one that would likely be taken from him if he remained much longer.

“I’ll be back! I have to find out what Juno’s deal is!” The girl, in her quite beautiful cage, waved the girl goodbye as he headed back downstairs.

“You’re not supposed to run away from your gifts, boy!” His father looked towards him, an uncharacteristic sternness visible on his face, as he held a newspaper in his hand.
“Naughty boys need to be punished!” The mother and sister responded, both of them holding whips in their hand, as the mother was clad from head to toe in black leather dominatrix gear. Setting his blaster to freeze mode, he let loose a volley of absolute zero ice projectiles, freezing his parents in their place, one of them whizzing by the sister’s perfect white hair, causing part of it to shatter.

“Why did I let you have that?” the sister responds, angrily, lunging for him. The boy deftly rolls away, heading straight for the TV. Using the remote, he turns it on, with it automatically tuned to channel 666. I know it’s tacky, but it just feels so right.

“Lalalalala” The boy hears singing, in his own voice. He looks through the TV to see himself, his own hands, fumbling through the kitchen, from the stained countertops and dirty floors, it’s obvious that the boy is looking at his own world. The real world.

“Teeheehee,” I say, as I run my fingers across the boy’s back. “You’re smarter than you look. I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, and yet, this will be so much fun!” The boy feels the ground itself rumble beneath him, as a massive fissure opens up, separating him from the TV, as he sees himself fish out a big knife from the drawer.

“I want you to be happy.” The sister- no, I say, as I wrap my arms around him, sultrily licking his neck.

“Who are you?” the boy eventually manages to shout out. I flood his mind with lust, to make sure he won’t open his stupid trap again.

“I am what I am. I am Juno.” My voice rings in his mind as I kneel in front of him and give him the best blowjob I can muster with this childlike body. I licked him with an utterly immaculate technique. No human woman could hope to compare to me!

“What…” I’m amazed he can still speak. I press my finger to his mouth and close it shut. He attempts to protest, only to find that he cannot open his stupid trap again.

“Shhh. Just let it happen.” I say as I give his cock one big lip, from the base to the tip, cupping his balls with my right hand as the left felt up his cute little ass. Such a cute little piece of meat this boy is. He’ll be even cuter when he is totally mine. I hear him let out a moan, meaning he was about to cum soon. I suck down to the base, as he shoots his warm, white seed inside my mouth.

“Did that feel good?” The boy nods. I turn back and present my ass to him, spreading my petite little pussy lips open. “You can fuck me raw, on one condition. Surrender yourself to me, body and soul!” The boy would be insane to refuse.

“Shit!” was all I could shout out before he grabbed his gun and froze me as well. That insane boy dashed for the TV, climbing into it and escaping my grasp… until the next time.

• • • 
      

I awoke in a panic, wanting to scream but having no strength in my lungs to do so. I was standing there, right above my parents, both of them sleeping peacefully and totally naked. I stood there, with a knife. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I was about to do to them. What Juno was about to do to them. I backed off the bed, as silently as I could thanks to those loud bedsprings, the sound of which echoed throughout the whole apartment. I silently made my way back to the kitchen, put the knife back in its place, and made my way back to my own bed. I lay there, desperately wanting not to sleep. Not to see her again. But I’m still tired. I turn to the kitchen to try some of my mother's cold brew. I’d worry about the consequences later. The light brown liquid flowed through me like a pair of fresh batteries. I felt invigorated and recharged, shame I couldn’t do much with it other than play Game Boy for the next few hours, the screen cautiously positioned under my lamp so I could see it.

By the time I was supposed to get up, the boost from the coffee had worn off, leaving me feeling groggy. I’d have taken another one, but Lucia is probably angry with me already. The shower was cold, and the apartment owner still hadn’t fixed it. I’d normally be upset, but it did a great job of keeping me up and alert. As alert as I can be at the very least. Which is not very alert, as Lucia was aware that something was up the moment I came downstairs.

“Did you take one of my coffees?” Lucia was more concerned than angry. Though she was still a bit angry. I nodded yes.

“Can’t sleep. Juno will kill me.” The mention of that very name seemed to set off a feeling of dread on her face and on Aaron’s as well.

“Where did you get that idea?”

“She’s been showing up in my dreams.”

“Perfect. The universe has gifted you a whole new brand of crazy dreams just in time for your birthday.”

Aaron said as he took a sip from his mug of beer, and Lucia looked at him sternly.

“You’re supposed to take him to school today, and then to Seaworld at six, understood?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Aaron said, putting his can of beer in a cold thermos, before filling the rest of the cup with another one. “Come on, Colin, it’s time to go to school.” Aaron let out a loud groan as he got out of his loveseat and made his way down to the garage where our car was, myself following not far behind.

Mother doesn’t seem to have much confidence in Arron’s driving, but this time, he seemed to make it to school without incident. He seemed somewhat happy with how he performed.

“Woo! And they say a bit of alcohol makes me drive badly! Just don’t tell my doctor that.” I ignored his remarks to leave, only to feel his hand touch my shoulder.

“Listen. That crazy dream girl. She can’t hurt you. She’s not real.” I knew she was more than that. So much more.

“Thanks Aa-I mean, Dad.” Aaron seemed puzzled at my slip of the tongue for the moment, but he pushed it aside as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about anything today. This is your day to relax.” Indeed it was. It was a perfectly calm and relaxing day, I mostly spent it just watching TV until it was time for birthday dinner at the aquarium. Seafood wasn’t exactly my favorite, but the atmosphere more than made up for it. It looked a fair bit tackier than that dream aquarium, but it was still a wonderful place. I couldn’t wait to go through all those exhibits after I was done eating, assuming that my parents don’t screw everything up.

“What is she doing here?” says Lucia, grabbing Aaron’s collar and pulling him towards her as she points off towards a girl sitting in the distance with her companion, the waitress who she had a grudge against, utterly convinced that Aaron had an affair with her.

“This is a coincidence, I swear!” Lucia gave Aaron a stink eye as they both returned their attention to me. Our waiter came, dressed in a similar manner to the park staff in my dreams, only actually dressed modestly this time.

“What’s with the uniforms?” I said, concerned?”

“New mandate from corporate. Don’t you have more important things to worry about, birthday boy?” The waiter says, handing me a sundae to celebrate before taking our orders.

“Mondo Megalodon Challenge! I will not be denied!” Aaron says once more, earning another aside glance from Lucia.

“Pasta Carbonara.” Lucia says, before glancing towards me. “Feel free to indulge yourself, Colin. This place is crazy expensive, but we’ll manage.”

“Fish and Chips.” I meekly blurted out before turning my attention to the sundae, trying to avoid paying attention to the waiter’s outfit as he walked off.

“Should we do presents now? I think we should do presents now!” Aaron says, grasping the massive bag that sits underneath the table.

“Very well.” Lucia hands me a small box, smiling as she hands it to me. “This one is a gift from the heart.”

“Well mine came from Circuit City! When have they ever done us wrong? Except for DIVX, now that blew chunks!” Lucia rolled her eyes as I unwrapped her gift.

“Do you love it?” she says anxiously.

“Yes!” It was a little police badge with my name on it, made of sturdy metal, shining with the lights of the overhead lamps.

“You’re gonna be such a great little officer someday, who helps little boys and girls sleep nice and soundly.” My admiration of Lucia’s gift was undone by hearing a loud thud, the sound of Aaron plopping his large gift onto the table.

“You call that a gift? Now this is a gift!” Aaron partially peels back the wrapping paper, revealing the packaging to be a solid monolith of royal blue. He pushed the box my way, and I eagerly tore at the crudely wrapped box, excited to reveal my gift, only for my excitement to vanish in an instant.

“What the hell is this?” I held the box in disbelief. What was in my hands was not the PlayStation 2 I had been subtly requesting for months, but a Super PolyStation 2. Lucia immediately could sense something was wrong, and Aaron was not far off, taking the box right over to the waitress and her female friend.

“Were you trying to pull a fast one on me?” Aaron said to them.

“Yes.” The waitress replied back.

“What’s going on here?” Lucia said, approaching the three of them with malicious intent.

“Oh, your husband slept with my friend here in exchange for that little toy of yours.” The waitress smugly smiled as Lucia let out a loud sigh.

“I was promised a real PlayStation 2! Not this cheap bootleg trash!” Aaron said, slamming the box onto the table and causing everyone’s attention to come their way.

“It’s your own fault if you’re too stupid to tell the difference.” The waitress smiled as it looked like my parents were about to kill each other. Lucia instinctively reached for her taser in pure rage.

“Why do you look so angry, honey?” I’m the one that got scammed, I’m the real victim here!” Lucia dived towards Aaron, pinning him to the floor.

“I’ll kill you!” she says, clawing at his face.

“Can you blame me? I got sex and the hottest toy of 2001! Can you honestly say you wouldn’t take that deal?” Lucia pauses for a second before continuing her assault.

“I’ll take your silence as a no!” Aaron says, trying to get Lucia off of him. Lucia pulls out her taser as security comes to pry the two apart. I hear the sounds of fighting as I close my eyes, not wishing to see my birthday go up in smoke before my very eyes. Security escorts us out of the building, and Lucia exchanges insults with them. I don’t recall much of what she said, as she spoke in near-gibberish, but I do very distinctly recall the staff saying we were banned for life.

The ride home was completely silent. Aaron tried to open his mouth and speak on multiple occasions, but each and every time Lucia glared at him menacingly, and it eroded his desire to speak. I was done, completely and utterly, diving into bed the moment I got home.

• • • 
      

“Aww, what’s the matter? Having a bad birthday?” I was right there in bed with Colin, looking down at the poor boy and his scrumptious nude body.

“Who are you, really?” The boy knew the jig was up, so I didn’t have to bother spending energy maintaining the dream world. The room was disheveled and ruined, even worse than his room in the real world. The toys were broken into pieces, junk lay strewn across the floor, the wallpaper was faded and torn, and the window was broken, giving a view of a dreary green sky.

“I’m your sister, Juno!” I say as I straddle his leg. With one tap of my arm against the bedpost, the bed itself comes to life, transforming into a monstrous, four legged beast made of wood, roaring with a mouth of jagged glass shards in place of teeth. The mighty wooden steed strolls down the stairs, the rest of the house looking just as disheveled as the boy’s room.

“What are you, really?” The boy asked too many silly questions. Especially as we headed down to the living room and saw the boy’s real parents as salt statues, unliving not through death but through the simple removal of life. “And what happened to them?”

“They served their purpose, and no more.” The beast pushed the door open, and the boy’s eyes went wide as he saw the surroundings, countless people turned into more salt statues, and the formerly colorful city became nothing but black and white featureless monolithic skyscrapers, with green fog flowing between them.

“What purpose? What do you want?” I planted my ass against the boy’s face.

“You ask too many questions! Why couldn’t you just accept your sex like a good little boy? Lick me and I just might answer them.” I felt a sharp shiver pulse through my body as the boy eagerly ate me out. “Finally, you’re listening!” I command the beast to move forward, towards the outskirts of the city as the boy eats me out, us staying perfectly still even as the bed moves with supernatural agility.

“Good technique! You deserve a reward!” I grasp onto the boy’s penis, it swiftly growing rock hard in my clutch. I hold onto it firmly and slowly move my hand up and down, his penis becoming slick and lubricated the moment I touched it. The beast dashes through silent hills and stagnant rivers, the three of us being the sole living beings in this entire dream world.

“Oh yeah! We’re almost there. Make me cum before we reach our destination and I’ll tell you everything!” The boy licks me with even greater fervor, and I respond in kind by more aggressively servicing his penis. I reach down and give it a kiss, rubbing the shaft with one hand while squeezing his balls with the other.

“Almost there!” I say as the bed makes a massive leap over a chasm, green water lying beneath us. He grasps onto my hips and shoves his tongue inside as deep as it’ll go.

“Good boy! I’m! I’ll! I’m cumming!” I squirt just as we land, covering the boy’s face in my glorious fluids as the bed stops right in front of a strange-looking door, the only dash of color in this entire accursed dream world. I dismount the bed, leaving the boy to deal with his stiff member on his own. I opened the door, gesturing to him to follow. I think he could tell it was a trap, but he followed me inside anyway.

“What is this place?” he says, marveling at the structure standing before him. From outside, the door appeared to be an empty frame leading to nothing, but in actuality, it led to an unfathomably huge grand hall, the walls covered from head to toe in a series of doors.

“Welcome to the collective unconscious! The dream world, in simpler terms. This is the place where humans get sent when they dream.” He turned his head and looked at the other side of the door, containing the face of that little girl that I trapped in the attic. I caused a chunk of the floor to rip off the ground, us stuck to it as we sped off into the distance once more. The cowardly boy closed his eyes, fearful that we would crash into a wall, but we stopped just in time, at a door containing the boy’s face.

“This is our stop!” I say, opening the door and shoving the boy inside as he collapses into the dirt. When he finally comes to, I see an expression of sheer terror appear on his face.

“What… What the!” The boy stared at a familiar sight. The dream was trashed similarly to that girl’s dream, but having its proper owner back meant that it slowly returned to normal. The sky turned from green to red in an instant, as the ground was cleared from debris and the salt statues were filled with life once more, staring at the little boy.

“Do you get it now?” I said, whispering in the boy’s ear.

“This is… this is that dream I used to have.”

“It’s way more than a dream! Do you remember that newspaper I put in your room on the second night?” I walked forward, the procession of robed figures doing nothing to stop me as I climbed on the table behind the two cult leaders.

“Stop!” The boy shouts. “They’re evil!”

“I know! There’s also another secret about them. Wanna know?” I say, flaunting my body as the leaders stood there motionless. I could see the silly boy attempt to run, but I waved my arm and the robed figures formed a wall, blocking his path. Another wave, and they levitated forward without moving their legs, pushing the boy right in front of the two leaders. I wrap my fingers around the fabric of their masks and rip them off in one motion, triggering yet another shocked expression from the boy. He’s really annoying with those.

“Are those… my real…” He said, falling on his backside in sheer shock.

“Yup. These are your real parents!” The boy did not see the visages of those fakers Aaron and Lucia, but his real parents, the ones from his dreams. Well, not entirely so. His real father was far more charismatic and intimidating looking, with a masterfully tamed goatee. His mother seemed somewhat deranged, with a crazed expression on her face and wild, unkempt hair.

“B-bu-but how?” He was so shocked that he could barely speak. I knew that leaving him as a stuttering mess would get me nowhere, so I decided to simplify things a little. A chair emerged from the sand beneath him, tying him down as a school television cart emerged in front of him.

“Your memory isn’t so hot these days. But don’t worry. I remember everything.” I turned on the TV, it opened to the sounds of panicked screaming, it showing a myriad of scenes from our past.

“Is that?”

“Yup! Our birth! See, Father had this ancient prophecy that he deluded himself into thinking he could fulfill. He was convinced that he needed to raise a child the exact right way, and sacrifice it to a screaming god. One problem though…” I said as the screaming from the video intensified, the source now being visible as our mother, going into labor. “The prophecy only said child as in singular…” The doctor, wearing the thickest glasses money could buy, gently coaxed the first baby out, only to find, much to his surprise, that there was still another baby inside. “The prophecy said nothing about giving birth to twins!” I said, getting right in the boy’s face and scaring him.

“So we’re…”

“Yup! But wait! There’s more.” The TV jumps forward a few years, to us as five-year-olds, eternally nude and free of sin, as our father ponders what to do. “When the day came for the ritual, the poor little father had no clue what to do! Does he sacrifice both of us, or only one, and if only one, which of us gets eaten? I think you can guess what happens next!” I poked the boy’s forehead.

“You… you’re dead?”

“Yup!” The footage jumps forward again, to the sight of me, being led onto that altar by my father, cognisant of what happens next. The statue stared right at me as I cowered in fear. Me, full of fear? That wouldn’t happen in a million years now! I’m led onto the altar, and with one swift thrust of that wicked curved knife, I died, my heart offered to the god.

“So cruel…” Was the boy actually being sympathetic to me? What a fool!

“It’ll only get crueler!” The statue breathed fire on the gathered procession, them screaming horribly as they died. Our father screamed impotently at the god before getting immolated himself, it moving through the compound and destroying everything in sight. The following morning, the god disappeared, whether its anger was sated or it got destroyed, I didn’t know, nor did I care. The TV ends on a sight of the boy emerging from the burning wreckage of the compound.

“And you were the only survivor! Funny how that works out. Dumbass dad sacrifices the wrong person to the god, and then the only person the god fails to kill is the one he wanted all along! Hahahahahaha! They’re all a bunch of idiots!” The boy was getting unnerved. Perhaps some more convincing would be needed to get him on my side. The chair and TV sank back into the sand, and I lay atop the boy on top of the sand.

“What do you want?” The boy meekly asks as I guide his member into my cute little pussy, it feeling wetter and tighter than is even possible for a real pussy to feel.

“I want what is rightfully mine! I want to live! I want your body!” I slam my hips down as far as they’ll go, hearing the boy let out a girly moan.

“No!” he says, trying to resist.

“What’s so great about reality, Colin? School, poverty, parental squabbling, it’s all miserable.” I lean forward and whisper into his ear. “What I offer you is not imprisonment, but salvation. I wish to save you from your awful life.” The boy struggled underneath me, trying to escape from my grasp, but gloved hands emerged from the sand, holding him in place, giggling all the while.

“How are you saving me?”

“You like that little turboslut’s dream, right?” The boy panickedly shakes his head to indicate no. I know he’s lying. “Nothing wrong with telling the truth.” I whisper, before sensually licking his ear. He eventually nods to indicate yes. “Thought so.” I give him a kiss, swirling my tongue around in his mouth.

“Everyone’s bodies felt so good.” he meekly admits.

“I love boys that are honest. As a reward for your honesty, I’ll make you a deal.” I climb off of him and lie on my knees, presenting my ass to him once more. “Give your body to me willingly, and you will live in that dream world forever more. You will be free, free from all the struggle of the real world, free to live a life of pure bliss.” The gloved hands let go of the boy, allowing him to make his choice. I know he’ll make the right one.

“I… I shouldn’t. What about my parents?”

“Why do you care about them? They’re not your parents. They’re ugly in both body and soul, completely reprehensible and loathsome individuals.”

“It’s just…”

“Perhaps you need more encouragement.” I say, sighing. The gloved hands pull themselves out of the sand. The boy turned and reacted in horror as terrifying monsters emerged from the sand, the human hands being lures like one would see on an angler fish. One monster, with bulging eyes, blue scaly skin, clawed hands and feet, and a seemingly endless maw of sharp teeth, motioned for the boy to come over.

“I’ve learned so much fun stuff during my time as a spirit. If I’ve learned to transplant you into other people’s dreams, I can transplant you into other people’s nightmares too!” I shout, the monsters roaring in affirmation. “If you refuse my offer, I’ll take your body anyway, but instead of living in the sex world, I’ll trap you in someone’s nightmares. You’ll be lost, forever, in a darkness so deep it’ll make all this look like an episode of the Care Bears!” I turn my head back to see that he’s scared.

“I…” The boy was paralyzed, unable to act even as the monsters closed in on him. Good!

“So, what’ll it be?” I say, shaking my ass for him.

• • • 
      

“You’ve certainly been away for a long time!” Lucia’s angry shouting woke me up. I couldn’t hear Aaron’s response, but whatever it was, it seemed to shut her up.

“I had to go to a dozen stores to find this,” Aaron says, struggling as he lifts up a large box.

“And I have a gift for you,” Lucia says, in a considerably more mellow tone.

“Couples counseling?”

“Everyone at work says that if this guy can’t fix our marriage, nobody can.”

“Sounds like we should give him a try th-” Lucia interrupts Aaron’s statement by giving him a nice wet kiss.

“Definitely.” Lucia says. “I think I’ve woken up our boy now. I bet he wants his gift now.”

“Of course.” I hear Aaron climb the stairs. I head back into bed and pretend to be sleeping, just in time for Aaron to knock on my door.

“Son! Are you there?”

“Yes, father,” I said, struggling to hold back a giggle. The fat man opened the door, dropping the crudely wrapped package onto my bed.

“I’m sorry about your party.” I could hear him turn and whisper “even though it is more that waitress’ fault than mine” under his breath.

“That’s okay, father! What did you get me?” I reach around and gently undo the crude wrapping on the box. Even in these low-light conditions, the dumbest person on the planet would know what this is.

“A PlayStation 2,” I said, feigning amazement.

“A REAL PlayStation 2” Aaron replied. “No cheap Chinese crap for you! You deserve expensive Japanese crap!” I reached over and hugged my father, forgetting for a moment that I was sleeping nude from now on. I don’t think Aaron noticed, thankfully. That or he didn’t care, which wouldn’t surprise me.

“Aww.” I say, whispering in his ear. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to get me that.”

“You seemed pretty upset that I got you a fake.”

“I thought about things a lot.” I say, hugging my father even tighter and pressing my cock against his leg. “You may not be the best parents, but you’re still my parents. I’ll always love you!” Aaron seemed somewhat unnerved, but responded by hugging me more intensely.

“Happy birthday, son.” he said softly.

“Yes, happy birthday. Happy birthday to me!”

“Teeheehee!” I laughed to myself. I already loved this new body! I only hope Colin is enjoying his part of the bargain.

• • • 
      

“Forty cumshots! That’s a new record, son!” My mother says, eagerly lying on his back as she accepts my seed.

“I’ll make it four hundred, all for you mommy!” I say as she grips onto my cock, it rapidly hardens under her soft touch.

“Good boy. Good boys should pleasure their mothers!” My mother moves her hand back and forth, giving me the best handjob I’ve ever had while my sister watches, her pink hair waving in the wind. Was it always pink? I can’t remember.

“I don’t know what you did, Colin, but thank you for setting me free.” The pink haired girl kisses me. I don’t know what I did either, but if it means that she loves me, I guess I did something good, didn’t I?

“Yes. Colin deserves a reward for helping you, and I think I know what he’d prefer.” The pink-haired girl complies, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back, spreading her legs for me, and I immediately push my way inside, feeling the succulent warm flesh of her pussy envelop my cock. This place is perfect. I never want to leave.

THE END