FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The following is a section of an analysis of Tik Tik's dreams, extracted from her subconscious by the application of sex jelly memory allocation, performed and recalled by Eshere, the wizard's scribe:

Many dreams have no solid foundation upon which they rest. They are a miasma of ideas, purged by the brain to make sense of the information that one had gathered throughout waking life. In converting short-term to long-term memory, animalia such as Tik Tik experience flashes of visions and the half-forgotten ideas of these experiences and live them while their body rests.

However, some claim there is more to the experience of dreams than just these simple abstractions. Credit goes to Tord Dragendreper for providing me with some reading material. On my trip to Tik Tik's tower, we discussed the theories of one Candolph Rarter and his explorations of what he considered the "other world" of dreams. Through our philosophical and arcane discussion, we hypothesized that if one's mind is willing and steady enough, one could leave one's physical host of memories and traverse to a place beyond the material realm.

I thought it a farfetched option then, but as I write to organize my thoughts about the whirlpool of imagery, I realize it was what I had been expecting this entire time.

As a different order of life, I do not normally experience dreams. I can only know what they were through applying my feeding method, and Tik Tik was more than generous in allowing me to plumb as deep as I was willing to help her. Because of this, such mysteries open up to me to cause me quite a sensation of sickness and confusion, but I shall try to parse them as best as I can here.

Imagine, dear reader, that the events here were scattered about. This is my attempt to make sense of them.

At the theoretical beginning of my quest, Tik Tik was in the caverns of her childhood home. There, she discovered a new tunnel she had yet to traverse. Excitement swelled within her as she stumbled upon the abandoned campsite where she had first begun her journey into magic.

This time, however, the tent was not empty, but a youthful-faced halfling lay in it and breathed softly in the throes of sleep.

She reached to wake him, but as she did, a long and slimy tendril latched to her arm, yanking her back. She was lifted bodily into the air, and standing around her were the phantom forms of previous lovers of many shapes and sizes. They pressed their warm bodies to her, hands trailing over her scales. Lips pressed to her neck and cheeks as sweet nothings in a language she couldn't understand flooded her mind.

She gasped at their touch, yearning for more, but the closest any got to her womanhood was teasing kisses from those who knelt in front of her. The ones standing behind her held her up tenderly as these other phantom lovers peppered her with pecks.

And as she desperately called out to them, she flicked her tail around, only for more of the hands to hold it still, their touches and their kisses moving to her underbelly, playfully providing her with the pleasure of a thousand pecks.

It was a tease of great degree, and she was powerless to stop it. She was unable to please herself. She was stuck there, facing the sleeping figure.

But the figure did not sleep for long, for he turned in his bed, facing her, and opened his eyes.

Just then, a tongue entered inside her. It should have been impossible because of all the lips playing at her thighs, but there it was, delving deep into her, flicking at her most sensitive regions, sending her higher and higher, and then—

Another dream involves her experiencing Tybalt, the Knight of Love. The two share a refreshing spa bath, with Tik Tik sitting on his lap. Excitedly, she straddles the knight's large and long phallus, wrapping her thighs around it. With the excitement caught in her chest, she strokes the long thing.

The other patrons glance in their direction as his breathing gets heavier, his hands wrapping around her tummy. It feels so good to think that length between her legs and to rub up against her womanhood. But soon, she will take it! Soon she will look up and see a fully clothed halfling standing at the edge of the bed, watching her, hands behind his back, and then—

—then, she lectures Quiquan. The blue kobold snaps at her, and Tik Tik wraps her in flowing ribbons.

But a moment later, it was Tik Tik, tied up and squirming, as Quiquan brought her fingers between the pink kobold's legs, cooing out sweet teases.

Lying still on the couch was the halfling, one eye-opening, yawning as Tik Tik's pleasure blossomed, sending her—

Nowhere.

Nowhere, but then everywhere. Even more flashes of scenes—as if reading Tik Tik's biography, these dreams are the same, and they all reflect experiences that she's had in the past. They are of her facing gods, writing long dissertations, exploring unknown lands, and meeting new friends.

Each time, he is there. Each time, that face penetrates my soul. Each time, the intensity increases as the two notice each other. And for a brief moment, the sex becomes almost too real to believe it is only a dream, only to lead to a moment of startling waking. She finds herself returning to her bed. Each time, it is cold and it is dark.

It was the same each time. The repetition of this figure leads me only to one conclusion—this halfling figure is some sort of dream traveler—a being capable, through either his own power or magical teaching, of traversing the realms of the unwaking world and arriving at Tik Tik's subconscious. I have no doubt because of the intimacy and familiarity of each dream.

Someone is probing Tik Tik's mind, and that halfling, dressed in a floppy cap with a ball at the end and striped wool fabric, does not belong.

I cannot say what he can be, for innumerable possibilities exist. My deepest fear, though, is that this invader is some outer being, much like the demon Zelbia, seeking ot arrest control of Tik Tik through these nightly tortures. There is only one course of action: to confront this intruder somehow on a much more conscious level, but I am no oneiromancer.

Until we can confront this fiend, I fear that Tik Tik will continue to experience nightly sex that leads to no resolution.

And to Tik Tik, there could be no greater hell.