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Okay, this isn't a traditional story in the sense that I'm telling a story as the author without pretense. I am speaking directly to you as myself, Veronica Foxx. This is not a fictional tale in that it is not something I made up on purpose. This is actually a dream that I had and what I remember of it.

Now, to put things into perspective, my dreams are not like most people's dreams. They actually follow a logical plot structure and the rules of reality. When things violate the natural laws of the universe without explanation (such as, they're superheroes) or I notice a logical fallacy within the structure of the plot or world (such as buildings that have "dream" architecture), my mind rejects it, and I tend to wake up from the dream. Sometimes, I come only mostly awake and am forced to reason through things in a logical fashion so that it makes sense before I can get back to sleep. Sometimes I go back into the same dream and continue with the revised plot or resolved fallacy and continue on, or sometimes things are so broken that I end up falling into a new dream. Luckily, this also works on nightmares, so I only very infrequently find myself in one that I can't get out of simply by using my powers of logical reasoning and deduction to convince myself that the world is, in fact, false and not reality.

Anyhow, there are three parts of the dream that I remember, though I know that there was a whole movie's length worth of stuff that went on in it. Deadpool, of course, was immune to my normal logic-induced awakenings because Deadpool is immune to logic and the natural laws of the universe.

The first thing that I remember was being in kind of a haunted house Poltergeist situation. I can't honestly say if I was physically present in the dream or not. There was an old school CRT tv rolling with static. The scene was of a living room with heavy drapes blocking the windows and a flickering fluorescent lighting going on. Deadpool stood in front of the television with a katana in one hand and a gun in the other. Out of the tv, suddenly, the Grudge girl comes crawling out, all creepy and twitchy. I've never actually seen the Grudge, so it was like in the commercial, except she also had this small white sheet draped over her head that reached down to just below her shoulders when she finally stood up. And she just stands there.

Deadpool put away his weapons and tiptoes towards her in an exaggeratedly cartoonish steps, then looks at the camera, aka ME from my perspective, and says, "Should I take a peek?"

I'm like, "No, dude. No."

So he starts lifting up the front of the sheet anyways and bends down a little to peer under it. He raises it to about her chin height, and everything freezes as Deadpool's voice comes on in voiceover. And it's Ryan Reynold's Deadpool voice, by the way.

"Now, it's about this time in a horror movie where I start shouting, 'Don't do it, you asshat!' like they can hear me."

Then Deadpool looks back at the camera/me, and says, "Oh, but I can hear you."

Narrator Deadpool, "Then what are you doing?"

"Just having a little fun," replies non-narrating Deadpool.

Then he drops the sheet, pulls out some duct tape and wraps it around and around the Grudge girl's neck, holding the sheet in place, followed by painting it like his mask.

"I'm gonna call you _Mom_pool!" he cries in ecstatic joy and grabs her in a hug twirl.

Immediately following, it cuts to a slowmo skip through the flowers scene with the foggy dream/fantasy fade around the edges and uplifting music, and you know they're both going "Tra-la-la-la-la" or something similar.

I am left with an utter feeling of, "What... the fuck..."

That's all I recall about that portion. The next portion was equally goofy. Deadpool was showing me a Pokemon porn comic that he'd made. It played in the dream like watching a comic dub video. It was about a Pokemon trainer and his female Braixen, who was obviously in heat. The trainer had the voice of the MLP Totally Legit Recap guy (playlist here), and the Braixen was just a normal Braixen.

So, anyways, the trainer sees Braixen gnawing on her stick with her hind end plainly displayed and her canine pussy swollen and dripping. He gets a big, pervy grin on his face and walks over to her.

"Hey, Braixen, let me see your stick a minute," he says to her.

She growls back at him over her shoulder.

"I wanna show you a neat trick! I promise!"

Still growling softly she hands it over to him.

"Okay, first, we gotta put the fire out."

He blows out the flame on the forked end. Braixen responds by blowing a puff of flame and lighting it back on fire.

"..."

Braixen just stares at him and crosses her arms.

"Okay, fiiiirst, we gotta put out the flame."

He blows it out. Braixen puffs flame to light the stick again.

This goes on for three or four pages as the trainer grows increasingly frustrated until he gets sick of it and yells, "Fine! Fuck it!" and jams the forked end of the stick into the ground, which accomplishes the same end. Then Braixen puffs flame on the upright end of the stick, lighting that end on fire. The trainer facepalms.

"Sit on it," he tells the Braixen, quickly correcting her, "No, sit on it with your pussy, you retarded fire dog! Put it in your pussy!"

Not quite trusting him, the Braixen slowly lowers herself onto it, then her eyes widen and she plops the rest of the way down, burying it inside her. She starts riding it hard making happy fox sounds as the trainer watches and begins jacking off, his pervy grin returning. It doesn't take long before Braixen cums, then stands up off of the stick. It bursts instantly into flames that lick up between her legs, and the trainer goes bulgy-eyed, watching the flames die down, leaving a charred stick that crumbles to dust.

"Holy shit!" he exclaims. "You turned that stick to charcoal! And to think I was gonna put my dick in you. Oh, hell no. No thank you."

The Braixen, however, is having none of it. She pounces him and begins riding him, and he is screaming the whole time.

"OH GOD NO STOP YOU'RE BURNING MY DICK OFF IT'S BURNING FUCK FUCK FUCK ME NO WAIT DON'T FUCK ME OH GOD IT BUUUUUURNS!"

You can actually see flames licking out from between them, but then Braixen begins to evolve. The evolution shine also goes over the trainer as well, and when it collapses, there's now a Delphox on top of him. Except it's male, now, with a big, knotted cock already hard and dripping. The trainer, however, now has a Braixen's canine pussy. The Delphox lifts the transformed cuntboy's legs onto its shoulders, despite his protests, and begins slamming into him. He loves it, of course.

Then Deadpool tears the comic to shreds and throws away the shreds and lights them on fire, then looks at me and jabs his finger at me (though it's also like he's separated from me by the camera, still) as he says, "Oh, hell no! You're not fucking up my comic with your perverted fetishes!"

The reason for that response was because I was trying to direct the comic to something I wanted to see, which was a cuntboy trainer getting knotted and bred by his Delphox.

The last thing I remember is figuring out that it was a dream and telling Deadpool that he was just a dream, but he was all, "Pft, no I'm not. You're the one who's a dream."

He thumps me on the head, and I wake up. And Deadpool is spooning me from behind, kinda propped up on one arm with his head resting on his hand.

"Freaky dream, huh?"

I just stare blankly.

He hops out of bed and starts making for the door. "Well, it's been real! I had lots of fun. Let's do this again sometime. Don't call me, I'll call you. I don't care what the bitch says, the puppies aren't mine. I don't care if they come out black and red. Oh, by the way, don't check under your bed. You might start to smell something funky after a while, but just, y'know, apply liberal use of Fabreeze. Ciao!"

He darts out of the room and I'm left lying in bed wondering what the hell he stashed underneath it. I also realize that he's talking about my 45lb female black lab mix and that he has apparently knocked her up with puppies. Then I wake up for real.

And that was night that Deadpool hijacked my dreams. I swear, I could not have written that on purpose if I tried.

If you guys think I should give it a go, let me know in the comments, and I'll think about trying my hand at the merc with a mouth. I just thought that this was worth sharing, because, wow, that was a wild ride.