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Tower of Threat

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Crea groaned as Michael's girth slid out of her vagina, her inner walls rippling around his retreating erection in the aftermath of their powerful orgasms. Without his penis holding her up, her legs buckled beneath her, and Innocence and Passion had to pull her out from under the big horse by the arms, laughing at her helpless state. Crea was laughing, too, feeling the warmth of Michael's light course through her. She may have bitten off more than she could chew, but in the morning she'd be all too ready for more.

The sun had set long ago on an endless day of love making. All seven females had taken turns pairing with Michael after finding that the discomfort of such a coupling faded into ecstasy much more swiftly on the second try. By the third, there was no pain left, only immense pleasure. Crea let the deer and rabbit help her to her shaky hooves and leaned against Michael's shoulder, catching her breath. This had been her fifth time mating with the stallion since escaping the dream world. Most of the others had gone to bed already, but she had insisted on one last rumble before turning in for the night. "Thanks, Michael. Good night." She patted the stallion's gray neck and let him nuzzle her side a moment before following Innocence and Passion upstairs.

She barely noticed climbing beneath the covers and snuggling next to Honesty's soft body as the rabbit and doe made themselves comfortable beside Mischief on the other side of the large bed, Virtue snoring quietly between the skunk and raccoon. Michael's energy was indeed more like food than anything else. Right now Crea felt like she'd eaten too much of a good desert and just had to sleep it off. Her long legs were still twitching from the horse's attentions while she dozed off.

One moment she was curled next to her skunk sister's warmth, the next she was standing fully alert on four legs in a clearing of tall grass, enormous redwood trees circling the clearing in every direction. She knew this place well; she was the one who had grown it. But something was wrong with the clearing, something different from how she'd first made it. It was much larger, she realized. The trees, huge before, now towered so high that their lowest branches could barely be seen above a low wisp of cloud. The long grass was nearly brushing her chest.

Something was wrong with her as well, Crea discovered. She was a non-anthropomorphic unicorn again, just as she'd asked for in the waking world that day, and her pelt shone with the same gold and silver markings she'd been wearing for days. But she couldn't make those colors change, no matter how much she willed it. It felt just like when the nightmare had stolen control of the dream world from Virtue and the others.

Whatever it looked like, Crea knew, this was not her clearing.

A shadow caught her eye between two huge tree trunks, but when she spun to face it, nothing was there. She circled slowly, her hooves clopping quietly in the grass as she tried to look through the suddenly unwelcoming forest in every direction at once. Nothing else moved. She strained her ears, but her own hooves and the soft breeze rustling the canopy high above were the only sounds she could make out.

Then a flash of shadow, again, behind her. She spun.

He was there.

It was Michael in timber wolf form, except he was huge, towering half again as tall as the unicorn at the shoulder, stepping from between two redwoods and into the clearing. Only, compared to the rest of her surroundings, he was the right size. She had just been shrunk down to a miniature version of her former self, she realized. Crea was the one who was out of place. The wolf lowered his head and growled at her, the fur on the back of his neck rising threateningly. This was not Michael. . . .

And Crea was just big enough for a nice snack.

Crea backpedaled, wide eyes never leaving the slowly approaching carnivore. She knew better than to run. She needed to keep her horn between the predator and herself. She kept looking up until her rear end hit something solid. Not a tree. . . .

"You can't escape this, my dear," a voice lilted behind her. Crea spun, only to face . . . herself. She tried not to be taken by surprise, after everything she knew about the nightmare already, but she couldn't stop herself from shying away from her reflection. She had never seen herself looking so maliciously satisfied.

An instant later the giant wolf bowled her over. She kicked out with all fours when its charge knocked her onto her back. It leapt over her, and Crea was given an instant to stare at its gigantic penis flying over her, unsheathed and erect. This time she wasn't surprised, but she rolled onto her feet and began galloping toward the edge of the clearing as fast as she could. This wolf was not Michael. She didn't want its penis anywhere near her.

She'd not taken three strides before it was on top of her. This was the nightmare's game. As her reflection had said, she couldn't escape it. The day before, Honesty had told them all that she'd learned that they could only wake up from the dream world after having an orgasm, and Virtue had confirmed as much, but Crea wasn't about to give up, no matter how futile her resistance was. She tried to kick out with her hind legs, but her rear end had nowhere to go with the giant wolf's stomach pressed against it. She tried to impale the beast's chin with her horn, but it hunched up over her. She felt sharp fangs pierce her pelt on both sides of her neck and screamed a terrified neigh as blood matted down her silver mane. Something hard and hot batted her tail from where she held it plastered between her flanks, then touched her below her tail's root against the smooth fur where her anus would be if she had one. The broad tip of the wolf's member pushed against her rump, its fangs on her neck holding her still beneath it.

The nightmare sauntered up in front of Crea's face as the wolf on top of her growled. "I truly don't know why Virtue didn't give you the one thing that is always on Michael's mind." The wolf bucked its hips, punctuating the nightmare's sentence by jabbing its stiff member below Crea's tail. "I could remedy that, you know. Oh, it wouldn't be there when you wake up, but while you're here, at least, you will be able to feel what Michael wants so very much to do to you." The wolf jabbed again, its erection punching Crea between her flanks like a strong fist. She couldn't help but wince. "Better yet, I could let your horny friend there make it for you. Just a small surge of strength, and he'll have ripped you a new hole." Crea knew the truth of the matter. Already the muscles in her rump were trying to separate beneath her skin. "But that would be too painful, wouldn't it?" I don't want to do that to you." The nightmare shook her equine head, and the wolf's hard tip slid down Crea's groin to separate her vagina's folds. "Not to you." Then its thick shaft was sliding in and out of her, working its way into her in quick, short thrusts. Crea whinnied, but the wolf clenched its jaws around her neck to keep her from moving. Thin rivulets of crimson blood drizzled down her mane and between her forelegs.

The nightmare regarded her with her head tilted curiously until the wolf hilted itself inside Crea's rump, its penis every bit as large as Michael's had been when he'd first paired with her as a pegasus. The wolf held itself within her, its chest vibrating in a silent growl against her back. "You are a riddle to me, Crea," the nightmare said at last. "I cannot understand why the she wolf made you. Your nature, you see, isn't actually a virtue, like the others'. Oh, pride can seem a fault at times, but when it is truly a vice, it is arrogance in the guise of pride. Honesty can seem cruel at times, but even when that is the case, it is more virtuous than a tactful lie. The innocent can appear fools, but when they do, they are being naïve, not merely innocent. Passion can cloud one's judgment, but as long as someone keeps their wits about them, it will always serve them well." The wolf slowly pulled out of Crea and began humping her, almost gently. She snorted in surprise. It felt very . . . good. "But you, Crea," the nightmare went on, "you are a double-edged sword. Creativity is very much a weapon. Its value depends wholly on the person who wields it. Oh, certainly, without your creativity the beauty of this glade would never exist. However. . . ." Crea's reflection trotted closer, until her nuzzle tickled the gasping unicorn's ear. She whispered conspiratorially, "Did the cat and the skunk tell you what I put them through last night?" Even quieter, she breathed, "Could I have done any of those things without Creativity?"

Ignoring the agony of teeth tearing her neck, Crea swung her head to the side, trying to catch the nightmare by surprise with her horn. The other unicorn danced nimbly back a step to safety and laughed. "You're not a virtue, my dear. The she wolf made a mistake by making you." Crea tried to scream, but her breath was knocked from her when the wolf rammed through her, its pace quickening dramatically. A growing bulge in its shaft careened against her rump with each of its vigorous thrusts. She'd forgotten about that.

"The raccoon is confusing as well," the nightmare went on, ignoring Crea's distress. "It seems to me that mischief can be used more for malice than benevolence. And, intriguingly, it cannot exist at all without creativity. It's almost as if the raccoon is a mixture of you and myself." Crea gritted her teeth and tried VERY hard not to enjoy what the wolf was doing to her. Its jaws were no longer around her neck, though, and its hastening efforts were driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

The nightmare suddenly smiled. "Speaking of the 'coon, she just fell asleep. She's joined the other two younglings in a special place I've prepared just for them. I'm sorry to have to leave you, my dear, but I have no need to break you like I did the cat and skunk. Like I must break the doe and bunny, and the 'coon as well, I suppose." This time Crea did manage to scream, and her sudden, desperate effort to escape the wolf dominating her nearly freed her of it until it bit down on her neck again with an angry snarl. "I intend to use you against them, dear Creativity. But have no fear that you'll get bored while the four of us have all the fun. The friend you are so enjoying is the smallest of his pack." The nightmare turned to leave, and Crea screamed again. Her reflection looked back at her. "I'll return after I'm done and tell you all the details, I promise."

Three things happened at once. The nightmare vanished from the clearing. The wolf's enormous knot shoved between the unicorn's folds. And, to her horror, despite what was going to happen to her friends, she climaxed around the sudden broad intrusion.

More shadows shifted behind the giant trees, the rest of the wolf's pack, Crea knew. As the wolf pounded its knot in and out of her quaking vagina, she counted the shadows.

It was going to be a very long night.

* * *

Passion stood protectively in front of Innocence, Mischief right beside her, but she knew what the creature was that regarded them from across the small tower top, and that knowledge terrified her. The creature was the devil, no matter which of their three forms it changed into. It said something to them in the guise of Mischief, but the deer was only just beginning to understand English. She didn't know what the fake raccoon was saying, but she knew she didn't like that mocking, over-sincere tone of voice. The doppelganger laughed, shifted to Passion's own form, and shrugged a shoulder before blinking out of existence, leaving the three of them alone on top of the stone cliff top.

They'd already looked over the edges before the nightmare materialized beside them. They were trapped on this tower more surely than in any prison; each of its walls fell straight down and vanished beyond a veil of roiling black clouds. Bright lightning flashed from the storm beneath them, but their platform was lit by a broiling hot red sun, and the lightning was barely noticeable.

They all were just beginning to relax when Innocence went rigid, staring straight out beyond the tower. There, on the horizon where blue sky met dark cloud, a golden speck was growing until they could make out shimmering wings. Another one, red, was approaching from a different direction. As they flew closer, Passion could make out their shapes. She didn't know the word for what they were, but she had seen one before in the dank cave. It had raped Innocence and Mischief. The raccoon tugged her arm and pointed emphatically in another direction. A third dragon appeared, as close as the others, only visible in an instant when a bolt of lightning illuminated its blue scales from below. The dragons would reach their tower in a few minutes, and they had nowhere to go.

Without warning, a dark violet talon grasped the tower's ledge from beneath, and a large purple-scaled head rose high enough to peer at them. They all shied away from it, but two more dragons, orange and green, climbing up from other sides of the platform herded them to its center. They huddled there, backs to each other, each facing one of the creatures as it clambered onto the cliff top. The one before Passion looked so much like the one that had tormented them before that the deer was paralyzed in fear as it slowly approached. It extended its large green head, sniffing at her breasts and lower, at her white furred crotch. She knew the other dragons were doing the same to her sisters. Just as in the cave, its long red tongue slid out of its mouth and between her thighs, probing. . . .

Not again.

Passion clenched her fist and punched the side of the dragon's head as hard as she could. When it recoiled, she grabbed Mischief and Innocence's wrists and pulled them behind her, dashing for the tower's edge. Only one thought was going through her mind, clear and certain through the haze of panic.

Not again.

They reached the edge. They jumped. Passion felt a moment of exhilarating success as she saw nothing but clouds swirling hundreds of feet below her hooves, but then talons pulled her back by her shoulders against a solid, scaled chest, the orange dragon wrenching her away from the other two females, each of whom were struggling in the grasps of their captors. Passion squirmed and kicked, trying to turn enough to hit the beast, to head butt it, anything, but the talons around her shoulders were as secure as iron shackles, and the orange dragon was having no trouble keeping its balance on its hind legs, using its wings and long tail. Its head curled down over her right shoulder to sniff at her bosom. She twisted her neck and bit its own, but her teeth slid harmlessly off its bronze scales. It began teasing her nipple with its forked tongue.

Passion pounded her fists helplessly against the beast's hard stomach as its slender tongue circled and squeezed her breast, knowing too well what it was about to do. Looking to her side, she saw the violet dragon pinning Innocence to the stone on her stomach, biting the rabbit's left butt cheek. Tiny dots of red formed in her pristine white fur around the dragon's white fangs as it squeezed her with its jaws. Leathery lips surrounded Passion's breast halfway between her nipple and the dragon's tongue. Teeth closed around her nub, and she gasped as it began suckling, pulling at her mammary and squeezing it with its tongue and lips as it inhaled sharply through its mouth, exhaling its steaming breath through its nostrils against her chest. To her other side she could see Mischief on her back, the green dragon giving one of the raccoon's breasts the same treatment.

The orange dragon began sliding her body up and down its smooth belly as it nursed her, talons moving around her stomach and pinning her arms to her sides to better press her back against itself. It moved her lower between its thighs, and lowered one of its talons down to her mound, using it to hold her rump firmly against its own pelvis as it massaged its hard scales with her back and bottom. Passion's tufted tail was wrenched painfully up and down each time the dragon changed the direction it moved her. All the while it suckled earnestly on her tit. The other dragons were following the orange's lead, or maybe it was following one of theirs. The violet one was twisted so that it straddled Innocence's head, slowly sliding its groin up and down the backs of her ears and her slender neck. It still bit her rump, but Passion saw that it had switched cheeks. The green had Mischief's bushy tail in one talon as it nursed on her breast and was using it to caress its crotch.

Passion could feel a bulge forming against her bottom, tail, and back, the dragon's scaled sheath descending from its belly a little farther with each of her passes. She whimpered as the slit in its sheath parted and its immense draconic penis emerged to nestle between her furry buttocks. The dragon had stopped sliding her between its hind legs, letting its growing member nudge its way between her soft butt cheeks a little farther with each of its heart beats. Soon its broad, ridged head pressed against her tail hole, and the dragon let its penis push her body back up its belly until it was erect and ready.

She heard a gasp beside her and saw that the green had lowered itself on top of Mischief and between her legs, holding her butt with its talons to raise her legs up to meet it. It was pushing its thick shaft into the struggling raccoon. The violet finally dropped Innocence's rump from its jaws and circled the bunny, its huge erection slapping its belly until it was crouched over her, lifting her with talons to hips until she was in the same position as when she paired with stallion Michael. Then--

Passion's vision blurred in agony as her anus spread around the orange dragon's wide tip. A stream of milk jetted from her breast into its mouth, but she didn't even notice. It was pushing her down around its member, farther and farther. She cried when it finally stopped, apparently having hilted itself. . . .

She was wrong. The dragon took a deep breath, powerful suction pulling milk from her breast along with air, and shoved its way even farther into her as it exhaled. It felt like her spine was trying to rip out of her skin. It paused again, finally as deep as it could go, surely, and inhaled another deep breath of warm air and milk. Then its bronze talons circled Passion's waist and it pushed itself yet deeper, crushing her from the inside out. She couldn't even scream, so terrible was the pain. She just held her breath, her jaws gaping in limp agony. She felt the rim of its hard sheath against the inner slopes of her buttocks. Her body squeezed impossibly tightly around the pulsing pole within her. She began to feel dizzy and told herself to breathe, but there was no room in her body for air with the dragon's full erection inside her.

Then it bucked its hips, withdrawing and thrusting in two halves of the same instant, and she gasped involuntarily in a tortured whine. Again it bucked in a movement that pulled half its length out of her anus and drove it back in before she registered its absence. And again. Then again. Then it was humping the doe, ravaging her tail hole in swift movements. Her long legs dangled beneath her as the dragon lifted and lowered her against itself, hooves tapping a quick tempo against the stone between the dragon's spread hind talons with each of its painful, piercing insertions. Passion's hands and arms were free to use as she would, but she couldn't concentrate enough to lift her first to the reptilian head milking her, let alone hit it hard enough to stun it. The penis ravaging her tail hole absorbed her attention completely.

That is, until the other three dragons arrived.

She had forgotten about them, flying in from the far horizons. With her eyes closed as the orange dragon raped her, she didn't remember the others until the talons holding her waist began moving her more slowly and she felt hot breath against the fur of her free breast. She opened her eyes just before blue scaled lips closed around her nipple, the orange still nursing on her right breast as the newcomer introduced itself to her chest with a forked tongue flicking her nub. The orange dragon hilted itself again and held her down against its sheath, threatening to split her in half. While the doe was held steady, the blue moved its muzzle down her chest and abdomen to her white furred mound. Its smooth nose dipped between her thighs, and she felt hot breath against her folds, inches in front of where she was spread wide around the orange's throbbing trunk. A slender tongue glided over her soft fur and flesh, then speared harshly deep into her loins. Passion couldn't even squirm, and was reduced to merely trembling while the new dragon's tongue pressed against the thin membrane between itself and the orange's penis. While it explored her over-tight vagina, she saw that her sisters were being similarly tormented. The golden dragon was reared up in front of Innocence while the violet continued to hump her bottom, and the white hare was submissively licking its swelling sheath. The red, member already unsheathed and growing, was squeezing Mischief's breasts in its talons and rubbing its penis between them while the green stood on its hind legs and held the raccoon firmly against its crotch.

The blue pulled its tongue out of Passion's vagina and stepped back before flapping its huge wings and leaping at her. It landed with its talons around her shoulders and its hind feet to either side of the orange's, which didn't even slow its ministrations to the deer's mammary. The blue scooted its hindquarters closer until its lower belly pressed against the tops of her thighs. She tried to close her legs, but the thick rod impaling her anus kept them spread just enough for the blue's already distended sheath to nestle between them. It rubbed its sensitive scales against her soft mound until its penis emerged and used the doe's thigh and belly fur to coax itself erect. Passion looked past the orange head nursing her with eyes wide with horror at a shaft that confirmed what she felt inside her. It was almost as big around as her ankle, and when the blue made one final stroke against her stomach, its tip nudged the lower curve of her left breast without its sheath leaving her thighs. It slid down her belly as the blue pulled itself into position, its black tip pressing brutally against her mound until she parted enough for it to shove into her. There was no room with one draconic penis already filling her tail hole, but somehow she stretched around the new intruder.

The blue only plunged into the doe far enough for her folds to close around the curved ridge of its tip, then leaned back away from her. Its flexible neck snaked down until its muzzle was hovering over her left breast beside its orange twin. Her right breast had long ago been drained of milk, but the orange still tugged and sucked at her mercilessly. She wasn't surprised when the second dragon's long tongue slid around her chest to form a band circling her free breast and squeezing it for the waiting blue lips. As sharp teeth closed over her left nipple, it placed its talons back over her shoulders and helped the orange to hold her steady.

Passion didn't know what happened. The cliff top and dragons all vanished, but it wasn't like when Michael climaxed inside her. For what seemed a long time, all she was aware of was a loud ringing in her ears. When her senses finally returned, the two dragons were alternately pistoning in and out of her vagina and anus. She must have blacked out, though some part of her remembered the blue's explosive lunge into her while the shaft through her tail hole made her body grip the second penis more tightly than should have been possible. Now the two dragons were pumping through her in a frenzy, the blue's thick member forming a bulge up her stomach with each of its thrusts. Their teeth felt like they would tear her nipples from her body at any moment. Their talons had shifted while she was in a daze. The blue was now grasping her buttocks, squeezing her lush muscles with each of its lunges, talons piercing her fur and skin enough to draw blood. The orange behind her had a foreleg wrapped around her midriff just below its chin as it nursed her abused breast. She could feel her abdomen being pinched between the blue's penis and the orange's arm. Its other talon clutched her neck, long claws completely encircling her slender throat. That, more than anything, terrified her. The dragons beat their wings at the air to keep their balance while they raped her.

Mischief and Innocence were enduring similar tortured, but the deer couldn't worry for them any longer. Despite her agony, she was swiftly approaching orgasm. The blue dragons was rewarded its first spurt of milk an instant before she came. Unable to buck her hips, her entire body convulsed around the draconic erections. For a moment, the blue was locked inside her with its sheath against her battered groin. Either unheeding or not caring, the orange continued to ram itself in and out of her tail hole, smashing her rippling body against the blue's trapped, throbbing length. Passion screamed throughout her tortured orgasm and sagged helplessly as it faded. With her now limp, the dragons found somewhat less resistance and sped their combined rhythm to a blur of thrusts. They finally pulled their heads away from her breasts. The milk and saliva drenched orbs jiggled against her ribs for a moment before the orange moved its talons over them. Each claw was larger than the breast it covered, but the dragon spread its long fingers and pressed its palms against Passion's chest, nearly flattening her soft, wet bust. She felt relieved to have its talon away from her neck until both dragons' jaws sank into her shoulders, biting her in a sexual sign of dominance that was hardly necessary. Their lunges were becoming more and more desperate. Scaled sheathes crashed against each other as well as the doe's crotch.

Having had more time with her and having chosen the tighter orifice, the orange dragon climaxed first. Endless jets of semen seared Passion's insides, but with absolutely no room within her, the liquid flooded out of her tail hole in thick spouts to gather in a steaming puddle beneath her hooves. The dragon shuddered against her back, claws spasming over her breasts. Its teeth clamped down until she thought her collarbone would snap. The blue kept pounding its member into her all the while with the orange pushing itself as deep into her rectum as it could go, letting the motion on the other side of Passion's straining membrane massage the underside of its erection as it sprayed its burning seed into her. It held itself inside her even after it began softening, and with the slab of stone in her rear slowly becoming rubbery, the blue found the doe's slick tunnel easier to penetrate. Finally, the orange slid out of the deer and dropped her, backing away to clean itself off. Passion just managed to land on her shoulders instead of her head, held almost vertical by the pistoning shaft still in her vagina. The blue dragon dropped to all fours, its front talons landing near her head, and once it was in its natural position, no longer balancing awkwardly on its hind legs, it began abusing the doe's body with renewed fervor. She could feel its tip pushing at her sternum with each lunge. It curled its neck down to lick again at her white breasts, whose curves were now gentled by gravity, shifting them around her chest with its tongue and nose. Its tail snaked around to grope her thighs and rump, but luckily it was enjoying its new freedom of movement too much to replace the orange dragon's penis in her tail hole.

In a daze, Passion looked up between azure talons. At first she couldn't make sense of what she saw not three feet in front of her, but she slowly came to recognize two rear ends, one hammering the other. The larger one was golden scaled, moving rapidly behind a white furred rump. The deer couldn't see the dragon's member beyond the yellow sheath between its spread hind legs, but could tell from its position that it was invading Innocence's anus. Apparently the violet had finished already. The red and green dragons were still raping Mischief off to one side, using the same positions as the blue and orange had been in a moment ago with Passion.

The doe didn't know how much longer the blue bred her; time seemed to be blurring together. She knew that she climaxed twice more before it did, though, in an eruption every bit as sperm-filled as the orange's. She just lay there numbly after it was finished, luxuriating in the relative emptiness inside her and doubting that she'd ever walk again. She watched disinterestedly as the other dragons finished with her sisters and they, too, stayed crumpled where they were dropped. They should all have been dead. Such treatment in the waking world would have killed them all swiftly, but here they were not granted such a welcome reprieve. She had experienced afterglows with Mark. Here she endured afterburn, and halfheartedly wondered when the dragons would feel like having seconds.

Then the nightmare stood on the middle of the platform, shifting forms between rabbit, raccoon, and deer as she turned to regard them each contemptuously. "My, don't we look tuckered out," she said as she bent to caress the side of Mischief's face. "You three have been really enjoying yourselves."

Passion blinked. She could understand what the nightmare was saying.

A raccoon's smirk became a deer's as Michelle turned to mock Passion's confusion. "My pets gave you a gift, you see, a gift your dear Virtue was too late to provide. But there is a cost to any gift." She turned to Innocence and helped the rabbit to her feet, but the hare wobbled and sank to her knees as soon as the nightmare's hands left her shoulders. "You will do exactly as I say, or I will take back that which I have bestowed upon you. And the next time you visit me, I will introduce you to a full dozen dragons instead of only half." Her smile put ice to shame as she watched their reactions. "One of you," she said, "is going to become my conduit." And she began to give them their instructions.

* * *

Crea's eyes bulged as the pack's alpha tried to force its knot inside her, and almost bit down on the thick canine penis in her equine mouth. She'd done that on purpose the first time one of the wolves waved its member in front of her nose, but had soon learned that the price was too high for such brief vengeance.

The erection now straining her vaginal walls was as big around as the first wolf's knot had been, and IT'S knot wouldn't fit between her flanks, let alone inside her. She knew, because the last four wolves had tried and failed to tie their knots in her. They were quick to climax, these dogs, but there was an endless supply of them. Crea had been ridden until she couldn't see straight, had swallowed more cream than her body should have been able to contain. And it would go on, endlessly, until Michelle was finished "playing" with Crea's friends. The unicorn could only hope that they were faring better than she was.

The two wolves on top of her climaxed at the same time, spraying bitter liquid down her throat and up her vagina. They staggered off into the trees, and she waited for their replacements with her head low and her eyes closed.

Something nipped her flank. Hard. She spun to face the glistening black eyes of her smiling reflection. "Six horny dragons and a prison of air," the nightmare said in a sing-song voice. "You know, you come in really handy, Creativity."

The unicorn sat bolt upright in bed, shivering.

* * *

Michael was awake before the females, but he decided to let them sleep. He hadn't been alone for quite some time, and even though he loved his girls dearly, he enjoyed the occasional quiet solitude. He just wished there was more room in which to enjoy it. He desperately needed to stretch his legs.

He was staring wistfully at the winter-bare forest beyond his parents' floor-to-ceiling windows when a giggle startled him from behind. He looked over his shoulder at the white wolf staring at his rump. The almost white wolf, anyway. Virtue had an arrow drawn on her belly fur pointing between her legs, and a bull's eye over each of her breasts, all in bright red coloring. A band of red crossed her face over her eyes, as well.

"It seems Mischief found your mother's make up before going to sleep last night," the wolf explained. "If you think I look funny, you should see your own butt." She used her index fingers to trace the outline of a huge heart from the root of his tail, out and around his flanks, and down past his scrotum. She peeked between his hind legs. "You must have really been out. I have no idea how she did that without waking you."

Michael bent his neck to peer under his chest. His entire sheath and genitalia, once white, were now bright green. He rolled his eyes and stamped a hoof indignantly.

"Aw, I think it's cute," Virtue said, reaching under his stomach to pat his testicles. "I've never seen green balls before."

He rounded on her and head butted the wolf in her chest, knocking her on her back on the thick carpet. As soon as she landed he was over her, smearing the red rings around her nipples with his nose while she giggled and writhed. Then he followed the arrow's direction, and Virtue spread her legs obligingly. "A little breakfast would do me good," she murmured while he licked at her unbroken mound in front of her uniquely placed vagina. She let his nose and tongue do as they would for a while before pushing his head away and crawling under him. A moment later he felt her squeeze his heavy green sack and massage his sheath. His speckled phallus emerged quickly, and the wolf licked and kissed it to firm attention.

He was humping Virtue vigorously when Innocence made her way down the stairs, yawning sleepily. She crossed the room to them in almost a straight line while frowning down at her feet, then looked up at Michael's face, smiled prettily, and kissed his nose. A grunted "Good morning" came from beneath him. The rabbit turned toward the couch where Pride was snoring peacefully, and Michael smacked himself hard into Virtue in appreciation of Mischief's handiwork. From the front Innocence was still a pristine white, but a blue star covered her bottom, its highest point including her tufted tail. The star somehow accented the way the bunny wiggled when she walked. He could feel Virtue shaking with laughter beneath him. Innocence didn't notice. After checking on Pride, the blue branded bunny returned to Michael and let him amuse himself with her round breasts. He held one in his teeth like a squishy white apple and drenched its nipple, then lowered his head down her body to make her ready for her turn. Innocence put her hands on his head and leaned into his muzzle, letting him explore her deeply with his tongue.

The rest of the girls came down while Michael was riding the arctic wolf, each except the raccoon decorated with lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. They all greeted the morning by helping him to reach his climax. As soon as light returned to the room, Innocence replaced Virtue, and the stallion's comet pierced the rabbit's star.

Michael rather liked this life, he decided as he nibbled Mischief's butt cheek and Honesty's blind yet expert hands teased his green balls.

Virtue was the first and the last to be ridden that day, after having spent most of the afternoon working on a way to communicate with Honesty now that the skunk could neither see nor hear anything, and Michael moved onto his side while still inside the vixen. Innocence curled up against them, petting them both while they fell asleep. Her hands were still frisky, but Michael was too tired for any more sex that night. He drifted off to sleep to the pleasurable sensation of the rabbit's slender fingers joining his penis inside Virtue's loins.

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It took Innocence a long time to fall asleep that night. She kept her face buried in Michael's flowing tail, smothering her sobs as best she could so that she wouldn't wake the stallion or Virtue.

Mischief, Passion, and she had spent the day pretending to still be unable to understand anything the others said, but had secretly gathered in Michael's parents' bedroom while everyone else was otherwise occupied to decide what they were going to do about Michelle's commands. It didn't take long for the three of them to agree that, even though they had no idea what would happen if they obeyed the nightmare, they would rather feed a thousand dragons' lusts before they helped their tormenter.

Yet Innocence spent the rest of the day reliving the previous night in her mind, as well as her first meeting with Michael in the nightmare's cavern, and as night approached, she grew ever more reluctant to experience any of those horrors again. By the time the sun set that evening, she was determined to do anything to protect herself from another rape, and so, after the other females left Michael and Virtue to pleasure each other one last time and returned to the bedroom for the night, Innocence lay down beside the weary lovers and followed the nightmare's strange instructions, making certain she was touching both of their loins before she let herself drift off.

Tears flowing freely down into Michael's tail, the rabbit willed herself to fall asleep. It seemed half the night passed before she was able to doze enough for Michelle to touch her from the world of dreams.

And thus, having touched her conduit, the nightmare was finally able to reach the two minds whose barriers had previously been too strong for her to breach.