Sleep
This is still a continuing story, i just hate to not post anything for a while, so im posting only the beginning to this story.
He was drifting, in a weightless void. He opened his eyes; he had been here before. This place was nothing new to him, but his mind is complex. He never knew what was going to happen. All the doors stood there closed, all in different designs. Even though all the rooms were different, he always knew which room was his favorite.
But this time it was different, he wasn't here for fun, he had a job to do. He grabbed onto a door with his tail and opened it, finding only a mirror inside. He looked at himself and admired how his gray hair that faded to a white at the tips shown brightly against his green scales. Being half dragon, half wolf, he never fit in with one group, but now he was the center of attention. He broke away from his reflection, exited and closed the door behind him, back into the weightless void of his mind.
He, after all, had a mission to do. He drifted over to a black door that he had been through a thousand times, but the events in the door always frightened him, so he paused a second, before opening the door. A shot rang out.
He sat up quickly, saying only, one word, "gunshot". Someone said to him, "Where?"
He looked up at the man's face, "it's your house."
The things taken for granted are often times the most helpful. That is something I found out long time ago, when I witnessed a murder about to happen. I had always been able foresee horrible things about to happen, but I always thought they were nightmares. That is, until one was about to happen, exactly thirteen minutes after I woke from the "sleep". That was the magic number, thirteen; every time I woke from a "sleep" something bad would happen, and most times, I would know about it.
The good thing was that I can also see the good, but when the police found out what I could do, I wasn't allowed to look at the good. But now that everyone rushed to the crime scene, I was left to myself. I knew I only had about a half hour before they came back and would force me to "sleep" more.
I hated sleeping for them; I would rather enjoy the other rooms in my mind. There was no way I was going to have a quiet life anymore. As laid back down, the door to my room opened. I questioned who it might be, because my door was always locked and no one could get in or out without a key.
Once the door opened, I was shocked to see my dad standing there. "Come on, you don't have long." I scrambled and rushed to the door without any questions. I proceeded to follow him out of the station, which was surprisingly deserted. As we ran to his car and drove out onto the streets, I looked at my father, his fur had become almost completely white since I saw him last, about 8 years ago. He drove calmly as we made our escape to a destination unknown. After a while, he broke the silence, "I see you don't know how to not get caught," he sighed and then continued on, "Letting people know you can see bad things happen, is not wise."
He made a turn into a driveway and then parked and got out the car, leaving me there. I sat there for a second and then followed my father into a regular looking house. He threw his keys on a table, and then proceeded to walk down a hallway. A second later, he called me down there as well. I walked down the hallway and into the room. My dad was getting undressed and at the moment was taking off his underwear.
Underneath his clothes, my dad was really good looking, he was a werewolf, and even though he left me and my mother when I was eight, he never left my mind. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I learned that I had feelings for my dad, and during my "sleep" sessions was when I really knew for sure.
My dad then sat on the edge of the bed, nude, and looked at me. "Take off your clothes, son."
I was taken aback by that comment, but I did as he said and started to undress. While I was taking off my clothes, I couldn't help but feel my dad's eyes watching me, looking at me. After I had taken them off, he went up and grabbed both of our clothes and went to a fireplace, threw them in along with some firewood and a lighted match. He then turned and said to me, "Ok, now its time for a shower, son."
"Wait, what for?" I objected back.
"They might have put a bug on you, if that is true then we don't have a lot of time before they find you again. And to make sure you're clean, I'm showering with you."
He walked over to me and picked me up with ease and carried me into the bathroom. The feeling of being lifted up by my dad was slightly erotic and I could feel myself getting an erection. I put my hands over it, in order to hide it from him. He set me down as he reached in and turned on the water, letting it warm up for a second before ushering me into the shower. I stepped in, followed by my dad a second later.
He reached out and grabbed some soap and squeezed some onto his hands and rubbed it on me, on my scales and fur. His touch was gentle, carefully rubbing up on my back, then moving his hands around me and started cleaning up the front of me. When he got down, to my waist, he brushed up against my hard on, and I could feel him stop for a second.
He then spoke to me in a soft voice. "Well, it seems that my son has certain feelings for his father."
He then wrapped his hands around my dick and began to move his hand up and down it, a slight moan escaping my mouth. I had only seen this in my dreams and never thought I would see my dad again, or even have a sexual moment with him. Yet, here I was in the shower with my father, being jacked off by him. "Ah...dad" was all I could say as I got closer to cumming. He then took one hand off and took one his hands and slowly inserted into my tail hole. I let out a gasp, as he invaded my ass with his fingers; it was not long after that I came in the shower and on his hand.
He then took his hand off of my dick and reached over and rinsed off his hand. He continued to clean me after without a sound. After we were done, he turned off the water and got out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and tossed one to me also. "Hurry and dry yourself off. We don't have much time, once you are done; I will need you to 'sleep'." He then left the bathroom with his towel.
I quickly dried myself off and followed after my father, this time he was laying down on the bed, facing away from me. "Lie down on the bed, we don't have a lot of time, I need you to go to sleep. Once you are there, I will tell you what to do next."
I went to the bed and lied down next to him, but I didn't know how to force myself to sleep, usually it happened randomly when I would go to sleep. But most people didn't understand that, especially not the police. While lying there, I told my dad just that and he just stared at me, into my eyes, deep into thought. Then he said in soft, comforting voice, "don't worry, son, I know, but this time I know you will sleep." I was about to ask him how did he know, but I couldn't help but stare into his blue eyes, and pretty soon they was all that I could see before realizing I was not on the bed, but instead I was in the void.
I looked around and then looked back at him. The only words that I could say were "how did you?"
"Easily, you and I have similar powers, but while you can only see, I can cause events to happen." He started to float around looking at the different doors. "I caused you to sleep and I caused the fake vision you saw at the police station." He stopped at one door and examined it. "Hey, have you ever opened this door?"
"No," I replied, still taking in what he had said. "I still haven't been able to check most of the doors."
"Well, I'm going to open it."
"Wait--"I said trying to stop him before he opened it. Who knew what was behind that door. I closed my eyes as a bright light surrounded us and it wasn't long until I discovered that it was not just light but white void. I was standing in some sort of room.
"Ah, a nice room, it would be better with some chairs, a table, and a slideshow projector of all the things I need to say to my son." All of a sudden, it was as if someone jerked all of the things he said right in front of him. My dad then took a seat and patted the space next to him, signaling me to sit beside him.
I walked over to the couch and took a seat. My dad then put his arm around me and pointed a remote, turning on the projector.
"Ok, son, we don't have much time, so I brought you here to shorten the time I requires for me to explain it."
He then went on to explain that the place that they are at is his mind and not mine. He said that by using simple commands he can control basically anything but it takes away from his life. He went on to explain that he needed his son in order to help with a mission he had in mind. He didn't explain any further and left it at that. "So, now that I have explained it to you, I need to know if you will be willing to go with your dad on a mission."
This has all been going so fast, I could barely get my thoughts on this and here my dad was asking for a father and son mission. But what could I do, I can't control who dies, but for some reason his eyes quelled any objection I had.
I agreed to accompany him.