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Road of Awakening

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Virtue stood with her sisters in a room she'd never expected to see with her own eyes. Her foot pads rested amongst dirty socks and underwear. Crea, Honesty, and the raccoon, Mischief, all stood on Michael's bed; the unicorn had to stoop so her horn wouldn't graze the low plaster ceiling. Passion, the white-tailed deer, leaned against the desk along one wall, holding her hands wide on its surface and hanging her head with her eyes closed. She looked ready to get sick. Pride was setting Innocence down on a heap of dirty laundry at the foot of the bed. Michael lay sleeping between three pairs of anthropomorphic feet. Virtue remembered his face as though it had been described to her in a fairy tale, but she'd never seen it before. Michael also stood in stallion form against one wall, taking up almost as much space in the dorm room as the seven females combined. He was panting in exhaustion, nostrils flaring, but was otherwise petrified, staring down at his own sleeping human form.

She couldn't believe it had worked.

Crea and Honesty crawled carefully off the bed, forced to rub against the stallion's side in the room's cramped quarters. Mischief knelt beside the sleeping Michael's head and poked the side of his face curiously.

Pride was the first to break their stunned silence. "What happened?" The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular.

"We passed into the waking world," Virtue answered. Seven bestial faces stared at her. "I wasn't sure if it was actually possible, but we needed to get out of that dream."

"But . . . how?" Crea asked.

"By returning to the place we all entered the dream world: the geyser. We all come from Michael in one degree or another. That's where he began building the world." The stallion was peering at her very intently. She stepped beside the bed and leaned over the sleeping man. "But this isn't supposed to happen. If we can wake Michael up, everything should go back to normal." She gently shook the human's shoulders.

Honesty put a hand on her arm. "But if we wake Michael up, what happens to us? We're not in his dreams any more."

Virtue looked over her shoulder into the horse's eyes for a long moment. "He'll be able to bring us back." If he chose to, that is. They'd been nothing but trouble for him, she knew. She returned to shaking the man on the bed, more forcefully this time. Everyone waited quietly until she lifted his torso off the bed and let him thud back against his pillow.

"I don't think he's going to wake up," Honesty said.

Virtue frowned and slid her hand beneath the bed sheets, feeling down his front and through a sticky mess on his lower belly. A little further, and she squeezed Michael's hairy genitals. The sleeping man didn't stir. Her frown deepened, and she looked at the gray and tan horse. "That always gets a reaction from you." He rolled his eyes and made a face at her.

Everyone froze when a quiet knock came from Michael's door. The door opened wide enough for a sparsely bearded face to peek in at all of them, then closed again. A voice came from the other side. "Relax, he's sound asleep, just like I told you."

"I could have sworn I heard. . . ." The second voice faded as they walked away from Michael's room.

"He couldn't see us?" Pride whispered harshly. Virtue could only shake her head.

"His friend could hear us, though," Honesty pointed out.

Virtue nodded. "We need to leave. If someone comes in here, they're bound to rub up against one of us. I don't know what would happen if someone did, but I don't think they'd just shrug it off."

"What about Michael?" Crea asked. The stallion looked at her. "I mean, sleeping Michael. We can't just leave him here."

"If all goes well, we'll find a way to wake him up without killing ourselves soon. At worst, someone will find him sleeping for a few days in a row and take him to a hospital. But we can't do anything in this room, and if we wait until dawn to leave, too many people will be awake to risk one of them stumbling into us." Though he looked more bewildered than ever, the horse nodded his agreement.

Virtue carefully opened Michael's door and peered into the dimly lit communal room on the other side. No one was there, but she could hear noises coming from beyond another door joined to the central room. She opened the door wide and led the others through. When she recognized the noises coming from behind the other door, she asked for everyone to wait for her in the hall outside. They did so, Michael stepping very carefully and squeezing through the doorways.

She opened the other door a crack and peeked in. Sure enough, Michael's artist room mate was sharing his bed with a skinny college girl, straddling her chest and sliding his penis between her considerable breasts while she giggled hysterically. Virtue crossed the room without either of the lovers noticing her and opened the room mate's closet door. Inside were taped several dozen photos of him having sex with as many girls, all taken by hidden cameras he had scattered around his dorm room. Those cameras were at this moment photographing him squeezing the girl's large bust up and around his member, and one was sending a video of the scene live to an illegal website. Virtue snuck out of the room with the closet door opened wide. While crossing the small antechamber, she heard a small scream from behind her, followed by a very loud smack.

She regarded the small crowd of naked anthropomorphs along with Michael in the hall outside. "We have to hurry." She led them to the building's elevator-they were on the third floor-and pressed its down arrow. "Honesty, ride this with Michael; all of us might be too heavy, but he'd have too much trouble taking the stairs. We'll meet you in the lobby." Without another word, she led the rest of them to the stairway. They hastily made their way down, Crea's and Passion's hoof falls echoing far too loudly, but they didn't see anyone on their way down. They beat the elevator to the dormitory's modest, unattended lobby, and had to wait longer than Virtue expected before its doors slid open and the skunk and horse stepped out.

"Michael had to show me which button to push," Honesty explained calmly. Virtue had forgotten that of all the females, she was the only one who could read. She only nodded and led them all through the building's glass doors to the parking lot outside.

As soon as she opened the doors, a wave of biting cold blasted them in their faces. She had forgotten that it was winter, too. They all huddled together outside the doors, teeth chattering, while the stallion squeezed out. "Michael, can you show us where your car is parked?" He nodded, breath steaming out of his nostrils, and trotted off into the parking lot. The seven females followed, shivering all the way.

Once they reached it, Virtue unlocked the small blue Karmann Ghia with the key she'd pilfered from Michael's desk while the others waited in the lane behind the car.

"Virtue, where are we going?" Crea asked. Her entire gold and silver body trembled with the cold.

"To Michael's parents' house." Michael's eyes widened, then he nodded his agreement. "They're vacationing in Florida this entire month, aren't they, Michael?" He nodded again.

"Florida?" Pride asked.

"Someplace warm," was the only explanation she offered. "Do you think you can make it that far, Michael?" It was a forty mile trip, she thought. Michael didn't respond; he was staring at Virtue's chest, where her nipples were standing at attention and pushing out the fur on the tips of her breasts. All of the females' busts were in the same state. "Michael," she repeated patiently, "can you run all the way to your parents' house?" This time he nodded, though he didn't lift his eyes from her protruding nipples. She didn't mind. It was why he'd made her, after all. She actually felt a little proud that she could distract him with her body even in their current circumstances. "Honesty, will you be able to ride him?"

"S . . . sure," the skunk said, teeth chattering. "But won't it be warmer in th . . . there?" She gestured at the car.

"Probably, but-" Michael shook his head. "No?" He shook his head again. "Okay, I guess Michael doesn't think it will be very warm in the car. In any case, there's not enough room in there for all of us. We'll be packed tight as it is. I'm sorry, but with your tail. . . ."

"Say no more." Honesty put a hand on Michael's shoulder. "I'll be happy to keep him company."

"Thank you." Virtue crawled behind the driver's wheel and reached across the passenger seat to unlock its door. "Everybody else in. Passion, Mischief, and Innocence in the back." She showed Pride how to scoot the passenger seat forward so that those three could clamber in back. Passion and Innocence had the smallest tails, and Mischief, being a raccoon, wasn't as large in body as Pride and Crea. Passion and Innocence sat on either side of the narrow leather bench that served as the little car's back seat, with Mischief packed tightly between them. The raccoon had to spread her legs over the others' knees and slouch so that her thick tail could sprout from beneath her bottom rather than be twisted behind her. Pride moved the passenger seat back and sat on the edge closest to Virtue. Crea squeezed in beside her, barely managing to close the door. They both had to slouch the same as Mischief so that their tails wouldn't cramp; Virtue was sitting on the front edge of her seat with her tail curled around her legs.

"I don't think they can move back there," Crea said. With the seats back, Mischief's legs had been locked in place between the others' knees and the chair backs.

"We're all just going to have to bear it," Virtue answered. It only took her three tries to start the car's engine, but she quickly remembered why none of them would be warmer than Honesty. The car's heater hadn't worked for years. Worse, its defroster didn't work, either. Already its windshield was opaque with fog from the six females' breaths. She rolled her side window down to let in fresh, freezing air so that the fog would dissipate, and asked Crea to do the same.

She stuck her head out the window and looked back at Michael and Honesty; she couldn't see past the three faces in the back seat to use the rear view mirror. Honesty was mounted and ready, hugging Michael's neck and straddling his sides with her body pressed against him to share as much warmth as possible, her lush tail draped over his side.

"Lead the way, Michael."

It was a slow, tedious, nerve wracking trip. Even though it was several hours after midnight, there were other cars on the roads, and they didn't take kindly to someone driving fifteen miles per hour in front of them. It wouldn't have been so bad, escept that they oftentimes nearly sideswiped Michael after passing the Karmann Ghia, not being able to see the invisible horse and rider in the middle of the road. Michael led them down side streets as much as possible, but that only helped a little.

Beyond that, she, Pride, and Crea kept having to wipe the windshield clear of fog even with the windows open. They were soon happy for their tight surroundings.

Despite her discomfort and concern, Virtue spent most of the trip admiring Michael's backside. The muscles in his rump and hind legs quaked with each of his galloping strides, and with his tail flowing behind him as he raced onward, a great deal of his anatomy was visible. His coloring was slightly different than when he'd first come to the dream world as a pegasus. Now, he retained the pelt of his wolf form, complete with the white band of fur from his navel to halfway down the underside of his tail. Before, his sheath and genitals had been darker than the rest of his body. Now, Virtue was mesmerized by the sight of the back of his large white sack bouncing as he ran. The white strip included the innermost curves of his flanks, so that the dark puckered skin just beneath his tail stood out in sharp contrast. Pride commented once about the pleasant view, and Virtue noticed that both she and the unicorn had their hands between each other's thighs.

The last half of the trip stretched on for a long time as Michael's endurance dwindled and his pace slowed. Virtue knew that Honesty would be encouraging him. The skunk had ridden well on his back, though by now her chosen position had likely given her quite a beating.

They arrived in his parents' driveway as the sky began to brighten in the east. Michael plodded through an inch of snow to the front porch, his head hanging low and his sides heaving. Virtue felt exhausted, too. More so than the journey should have warranted. She parked behind the house, where passersby on the closest street wouldn't be able to see the car, and nearly fell out when she opened the door. The others were no better off, she noticed as they clambered wearily out of the car. She thought she knew why, but didn't want to bring the topic up yet. Let them all get inside where it was warm, first.

They all made their way to the front porch where Michael and Honesty waited, the snow burning painfully cold against their footpads and hooves. Honesty was leaning with her chest against Michael's side, her arms draped over his back. Virtue unlocked the front door-thank goodness Michael's parents had trusted him with a spare key-and ushered them all inside. Once again the stallion had to struggle to fit inside the doorway.

"There's a bed upstairs," she said wearily once they were all inside. "You should all go up and get under the covers. I'll turn up the thermostat."

"Why are we all so exhausted?" Pride asked. She was looking at her wet paws.

"The cold's a big part of it, but there's something else." Virtue took the lioness by the arm and started her moving toward the stairs. "I'm going to talk it over with Michael, then I'll let everyone know what we find out. For now, go get warm."

After they all made their way up to the bedroom and she'd turned the thermostat from fifty degrees to seventy-five, she padded over to Michael, who had flopped onto his side between the couch and television set in the living room. She knelt by his neck below his head and scratched at his mane and ears. "None of us have ever eaten anything," she began without preamble. He looked up at her with one eye. "I don't think we CAN eat anything," she continued. "None of us have real digestive systems, not even you. Crea and I don't even have anuses. That was fine in your dreams; none of us needed any real sustenance. But this world works differently. Even though we still don't seem to be completely a part of it, we need some source of energy to survive here." His gaze grew concerned. "I don't want to think about what would happen to us if we tried to eat something. We can swallow, but I don't know where the food and drink would go. I think we have a way to survive, though. You gave it to us when you made me." She rubbed at his shoulder and chest. "We need to give each other what our bodies need as much as others need food and drink." He lifted his head to look her straight in the eyes, understanding what she was getting at. "It might not work. In fact, it probably won't. But I'm afraid of what might happen if we don't try." He looked up at her face for a long moment, then lowered his head to lick her upper thigh with his large, wet tongue. She petted the side of his face lovingly. "It won't be like in the dream. We can hurt each other here, and given the circumstances, we probably will." She bent down to kiss his cheek, then whispered into his ear. "But after watching you run all the way here, I think I'd want to try even if we didn't have to. You make a beautiful horse, Michael." He began to get to his feet, but she stopped him with her hand on the side of his neck. "Just relax. The less energy it takes to do this, the better, in case it doesn't work."

She lay down with her head just in front of his haunches, stretching her long legs out between his forelegs. His broad white sheath was inches in front of her nose. He shuddered and snorted when she reached behind his sheath and lifted his heavy testicles; her fingers were still icy cold, she realized. For that matter, her entire body had yet to warm itself. The furnace was taking its time in heating the house. She pulled her hand back and stretched her neck down his body instead. Her tongue was still warm, at least. She used it to heft his balls instead, curling her tongue below his lower nut and pushing it up the lowest part of his belly toward the hind leg above her head. Her nose prodded between his balls, spreading them so that one balanced on top of her muzzle, nearly touching her forehead, while her tongue and lips held the lower. The nut her tongue was holding was too big for her to fit it in her mouth, but she sucked at it all the same, pulling Michael's loose skin gently between her teeth. She could taste the salty lather he had built up between his legs during his long run. It wasn't at all unpleasant. She set his genitals down to lap at his white sheath, admiring the coloring of the white stripe from the middle of his belly that included it. She licked the sheath itself, and the tan and gray fur all around it. Then, using his room mate as inspiration, she moved further back until her shoulders rested against his haunches. She threw a leg around his middle and pressed her body against him, positioning herself so that his sheath was nestled between her breasts. At the touch of her own cold fingers, her nipples regained the hardness that had been slowly leaving them since entering the house. She squeezed each breast in a chilled hand, smoothing his sheath between them, and rubbed herself against him, all the while licking at the back of his large white sack.

When she felt a hot smoothness against her ribs, she pushed herself out from between his hind legs, considered the broad head lolling out of his sheath for a moment, then crawled toward his face. "I'm going to need to be ready," she said, squatting in front of him with her bottom inches from his nose and raising her tail. She felt his muzzle nudge her, not over her uniquely-placed slit, but against the hypersensitive fur in front of it. It didn't take long for her mound to swell between her thighs. When he finally soaked her crotch with his wide tongue, her vagina was parted slightly, its inner heat radiating onto his face. He pressed his nose right up against it, pushing at her buttocks' inner curves. Virtue breathed deeply. "That'll do," she managed, then crawled back beside his belly. She licked his smooth gray and tan tip a few more times, coercing more of his shaft out of his sheath, but she stopped before he began to harden. She curled up with her back against his stomach and reached behind her. His soft member shrank back a little at her cold touch, but when she positioned its head against her groin, it held steady. She rubbed that head up and down her soft mound, stimulating them both, then dragged it up her crotch to her waiting folds. She took a deep breath, then shoved his tip inside of her. She winced as his girth stretched her beyond comfort. Had he been fully erect, this would have injured her. As it was, her body was able to squeeze around the tip of his member, forcing it to be smaller than its natural state, but that reprieve would not last long. Now that she was clamped down around him, he was growing more aroused with each heartbeat. Virtue could feel his pulse in the prominent veins in his member beneath her hands. His head was hardening, making her strain to contain him. She tried to relax her stomach and leg muscles; when she did, he forced himself deeper inside her. She gasped at the solidness inside her. Still, he was growing, driving deeper into her without even having to slide further forward. His hind legs twitched with the effort of not bucking his haunches. Virtue knew she was in trouble if he lost his self restraint. His arousal had pushed her up his belly; she inched her way back toward her original position, letting him pierce her further. She concentrated again on relaxing while working her way back. At the same time his haunches pushed slowly forward, and he slid six more inches into her. She could feel his thick sheath against her butt cheeks, but barely noticed it. She pressed her hands to her stomach, a cylindrical bulge evident in her white fur several inches past her navel. She had no choice but to relax now. Her inner muscles were trying to flex, but the thick rod inside her forced them to remain limp. "Michael . . . move," she moaned through gritted teeth, then gasped, "Slowly!" when he started to jerk out of her.

Too late. He was humping her.

Agony battled pleasure in alternating fiery waves through her body. His movements weren't frantic, but they weren't gentle, either. Her hands could feel her fur being pressed out up and down her abdomen as he moved within her. Her muscles kept trying to tense, but every time they did, he was there again, forcing them to submit, forcing HER to submit. She tried to spread her legs to open herself more for him, but his shaft had locked her inner thigh muscles. One leg was raised slightly above the other on the carpeted floor, but was unable to spread further or close completely. And STILL he was growing. The more he humped her, though, the more pleasure she felt and the less pain.

She could feel his large sack hitting her right thigh with each of his entries, both gravity and momentum working on his genitals so that they swung to one side. Her breasts were being moved by the same forces, tilted toward the carpet beneath her and bouncing up and down her chest as Michael rocked her. She squeezed on for something to hold onto, keeping her other hand between her thighs.

Then Michael started getting to his hooves. Virtue agreed with his decision-being pushed and pulled back and forth across the thick carpet had started to tug at the fur down her right side, as it must have been doing to Michael's right flank-but she wished he could have at least given her some warning. Her rear end started lifting off the floor before the rest of her, and with the stallion's wide shaft still lancing through her, her legs were barely able to move, let alone help his penis support her weight. It hurt him, too; he snorted and winced when her body pulled his member downward, though apparently the discomfort wasn't enough to convince him to stop humping. Once he was fully upright, the white vixen was able to position her feet beneath her and push her rump up against his stomach, legs bent and held close together. She supported her upper body weight with a single hand on the carpet. The other went back and forth between comforting her crotch and fondling her spherical breasts. She looked down herself between dangling breasts and straining thighs, watching the horse's heavy sack slap against her groin and get tugged back over and over. It was the same shade of pure white as her body. In her fuzzy-minded state, Virtue could imagine it as an extension of her own body. Past his genitals, Michael's tail flashed across the window formed by her legs. Her vision focused closer on the wide bulge moving swiftly up and down her lower body. She didn't think that would have happened to a human woman, but her inner anatomy was very different than those of this world's natives. Michael's hastening rhythm drove such distracted thoughts quickly from her mind. His penis had grown as large as it possibly could, and he was obviously growing more urgent.

Slam! Lights danced in Virtue's vision at the power of the stallion's lunge. It knocked her forward several inches, but he simply moved along with her, his humping continuing without hesitation. One more blow like that, and she would-

Slam! She howled and arched her back, the muscles inside her twitching as fast as a hummingbird's wings as they tried to flex around the source of her orgasm. They succeeded in clenching when it slid out from between them, but were smashed aside again half a swift heartbeat later, then repeated the process before another thrust, and another. . . . Virtue thought she must be losing consciousness. The room around her seemed to dim. Halfway through her orgasm, Michael crashed against her in another titanic lunge, and a fourth time after only two more of his comparatively gentle thrusts. Merciless assaults on her rump were replacing his steady humping as the norm. Light returned to the room around her shortly after Virtue's orgasm began to fade, but it seemed the stallion on top and inside of her was only now beginning his crescendo to a climax. She felt more aware than she had before their pairing, but her newfound focus included her discomforts as well as her pleasures. She was increasingly missing what she now recognized as Michael's tender lovemaking over this lust-driven battery, but she knew that the only way to stop him was to let him reach his orgasm, and the sooner the better. She looked down her quaking body again, trying to decide if she could catch his testicles with her fingers while they crashed against her rump. She tried to twist her tail up and around his ever-moving sheath, but it was as helpless with him mashing into the muscle at its base as her legs were.

It was then that she saw Passion standing behind them at the base of the stairs, wide-eyed. The doe's hand was massaging the soft flesh between her thighs, fingertips caressing her clitoris. Virtue gestured frantically for the deer to come closer, still gesturing until Passion was squatting at Michael's panting side. Unable to get a word out past her grunts and yelps, Virtue made an underhanded cupping motion and pretended to squeeze her fingers around something. When Passion reached under her chest and grabbed one of her white-furred breasts, she slapped the deer's hand away-after only three or four squeezes-and pointed back past her rump. Passion's eyes widened further, but she moved behind Virtue, and a moment later Michael's assaults became more erratic and staggered. It only lasted a short time. While Virtue watched between her breasts and thighs, a flurry of lunges yanked the horse's large balls out of Passion's fingers, and he went back to battering Virtue's bottom. She waved her hand up and down, trying to get the deer to rub his groin behind his sack, but Passion couldn't understand her arm's distracted flailing. Instead, the doe got to her cloven hooves and moved up beside Michael's straining neck, placing her hand in his mane. The stallion looked at the deer beside him. . . .

And his member stopped pistoning inside the abused wolf. It lay still deep inside her, thrumming with each of his heartbeats. A ragged cry escaped Virtue's lungs, and he slowly slid himself out of her. "Michael, no!" she pleaded with her next breath. "You have to finish it. I know you were close, it'll only take a little more. I think I was right about the energy." Though his erection stuck out parallel to the floor under his stomach, he made no move to re-enter her. She pushed her bottom back against his tip, but he just stepped away from her, staring unblinkingly at Passion's face. "This is about the cave, isn't it?" she said as she turned around awkwardly beneath him-her legs had pins and needles-and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping it both to keep him aroused and to stop him from moving farther away from her. "That was Michelle's doing, not yours. You only did what you thought you were supposed to do. It was a trap for you, even more than for the girls. They-we-were just the bait. You're as much a victim as Mischief or Innocence, or Passion here. If you don't finish what we both started, they might all die." She licked his tip, circling its ridge with her tongue, trying to get him to remember the excitement that had overwhelmed him mere moments ago.

Passion was returning the stallion's gaze with a frown. She looked indecisive. Then she deliberately turned away from him and bent over, her bottom inches from his equine face. Virtue could smell the deer's heated fruit scent from where she was, though only faintly beneath Michael's musk and her own. Passion's mound was visibly swollen by the arousal she'd worked herself into while watching the two of them have sex. Still, Michael did nothing except breathe deep, exhausted breaths while staring at the doe's crotch. He looked terrified. Passion looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her short tail at him. When he looked at her face, she offered a small smile and nodded. Tentatively, the big horse brought his nose close to the deer's soft backside and breathed in deeply. Passion leaned back, and the stallion froze completely when her groin pressed against the front of his muzzle. Then, hesitantly, he opened his mouth and pressed back against her soft fur with his tongue. He didn't lick, merely kept his wet tongue still between the doe's round butt cheeks. The deer took a deep breath and closed her eyes resolutely, then slid her crotch down his tongue, making it glide over her slit and anus, then her upraised, tufted tail. When she repositioned herself in front of him, Michael began licking her of his own volition.

"Good," Virtue whispered under her breath as she turned her attention back to what she was holding in her hands. She gave him some licks of her own, caressing the entire length of his gray and tan speckled penis with her tongue, then settled back into position beneath him, raising her hips to his belly and draping her long, bushy tail to the side. "I'm ready, Michael," she lied. She was anything but. Her entrance had shrunk back to its original state since he'd pulled out of it. Already, she was completely healed and recovered from their pairing. That was a good sign, but it was going to make their rejoining worse than unpleasant.

When she felt his round head poke her thigh, she reached behind her and grasped his shaft to help him aim, letting his tip nudge her folds open. She took a deep breath at the contact-he was hot!-then tried to relax. "All at once, Michael." He pressed gently forward until his head was in her past its curved ridge. She moaned. Then he barreled through her, and she cried out as she was once again stuffed beyond her capacity with his immense rod. Her body went rigid. She couldn't regain the breath that had been ripped out of her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, commanding herself to relax. She started with her lupine paws; her toes were clawing the carpet as they tried to curl. Once her legs were relaxed, she managed to draw an unsteady breath. "O . . . okay, Michael. Go ahead." He obliged. It was his "tender lovemaking" humps again. She panted, trying to speak. Even this pace kept knocking her breath away each time his shaft filled her. She let him ride her a long while, then tried again, but still couldn't manage more than a few feminine grunts. She let him continue and waited as he massaged himself with her insides, but he never sped up. He was trying to be gentle, not to end it. She reached behind her hips and clutched at his erection, and his humping tapered off to tiny thrusts and retreats, only rubbing his first five or six inches inside of her. "Do . . . what . . . you must," she managed between gasps, "to climax." He hesitated, even his minute intrusions halting. Then he slid slowly into her until she felt his sheath beneath her tail and his genitals against the inner curves of her round buttocks. He seemed to be trying to force his furry sheath inside her; it took all of her strength to push herself back against him hard enough that she didn't get knocked forward. Still the pressure built. His white sheath was pushing the softness of her buttocks wide around her stretched opening. She felt its thick base against her straining groin.

The light in the room suddenly faded, though Virtue hadn't climaxed again. Neither had Michael; the horse just kept pushing himself against her. With her head beneath Michael's withers, she could see Passion bucking her hips in front of the stallion's face, his large tongue linking his muzzle to her vagina. Distracted by the deer's orgasm, he still wasn't doing anything to bring about his own. Reaching a hand between her thighs, Virtue cupped his white testicles, lifting them and squishing them between her palm and her swollen mound. They were almost immediately ripped from her grasp as the horse bucked his haunches, ramming into her brutally before he'd pulled half his length out. Then he was riding her again, his efforts of restraint forgotten. Virtue braced herself with her hands between his forehooves, left with little choice but to once again let the stallion's assault run its course. Passion had turned around and was leaning on Michael's head while his wide tongue explored her breasts.

After far too long a time of enduring his merciless lunges, barely able to draw a breath, Virtue moaned as the stallion suddenly slowed his pace, holding himself fully inside her, sheath and sack both mashed against her rump as before, for a long moment between each of his deliberate exits and entries. He was letting himself experience the feel of her around him completely, she knew, which was a certain warning of his impending climax. She found herself squeezing her breast, stimulating her nipple with her fingertips while he throbbed inside her. In a brief glance down between her breasts and thighs, she saw a gold and silver figure kneeling past Michael's balls. Crea was only visible from the neck down; her head and arms were obscured by Virtue's legs and stomach, but the vixen knew that the unicorn was massaging Michael's groin.

The stallion held himself against and inside of Virtue's loins after a sharp thrust. His barrel chest labored over her, and she could hear him panting in exertion. She reached between her thighs to again squeeze his testicles, but her fingers landed on Crea's tongue. The tongue moved back, letting Virtue grip his velvety fur and use it to excite the large nuts within it. Then she felt the unicorn licking between her clawed fingers.

The abrupt motion of Michael's haunches sent Crea sprawling behind them. Upon the impact of his sheath and sack against the vixen's bottom, the entire room went black. Not dark, but black. Everything vanished, Crea, Passion, the carpet beneath Virtue's toes and fingers, Michael on top of her. Herself. All she could hear was his breathing above her and the rapid thumps of their privates colliding. She could feel the fur of his belly and chest against her back, couldn't help but feel his shaft flying in and out of her, his sheath and genitals crashing against her over and over, but every other part of her body was numb. She felt no carpet beneath her. She no longer even felt the weight of her breasts under her rib cage. Only the parts of her body Michael touched felt anything at all. Moreover, she was devoid of pain while alone with the stallion in the sudden void, only the ecstasy of the experience. He was finally in the grips of a powerful orgasm-she felt his balls clenching up against his sheath when they hit her rump-but she wasn't flooded with his sperm as she'd expected. Instead, every one of his lunges chased a flow of soothing warmth that flowed through his penis into her. It wasn't liquid, but pure energy. She felt it spread from her stomach outward through her chest and limbs, up her neck, down her tail, until she was suffused with the warm glow of his climax. It swelled into her in steady bursts, shooting through Michael's erection in place of his semen. Virtue was finally able to see something in the endless black: her own body, lit from within, the glow pulsing brighter each time Michael's sack clenched. As one of his lunges drove him fully inside her, now that she was devoid of all sensations except pleasure, her body responded in an orgasm that returned some of his own otherworldly warmth along with her own. His member was a conduit, now receiving the blissful energy at the same time as delivering it while Virtue's muscles quaked around him. A subtle glow illuminated his equine body as well now in the void. He plunged as deeply into her as he could, and they shared each other's essences until their climaxes subsided.

All at once, the room returned. Crea and Passion had backed away from them, their eyes wide, but Virtue barely noticed them. Her attention was riveted on the hard shaft penetrating her still. It no longer hurt. Experimentally, she shifted her weight from foot to lupine foot. Her inner muscles shifted at the same time, letting her do so while only enhancing the pleasure of his penis within her. Sparks of ecstasy coursed through her legs and stomach when she wiggled her bottom tentatively, making the steed nicker. He slid gently out of her, then, and her body closed around his exit until his tip left a slit as small as it had been to begin with. She moved out from under him and embraced his neck, laughing when he lowered his head to nuzzle the small of her back, her tail, and the soft upper curve of her rump.

"That was unusual," Crea said, coming up beside them and rubbing Michael's shoulder.

"We need energy to sustain us in this world," Virtue said in simplified explanation. "Michael's the key to that energy." Indeed, she felt stronger and more focused than she had since before the nightmare had taken over the dream world.

"You think he's up to keeping all of us sustained?"

The stallion nodded his head emphatically over Virtue's shoulder, and they both laughed.

Virtue nestled the side of her face against his mane. "He's nothing if not ambitious."

The silver-striped unicorn yawned dramatically. "I could use some energy right now, I think."

"It's not altogether pleasant at first," Virtue warned.

Michael suddenly tensed and looked around his other side. Passion was sitting next to his hind legs, tracing her fingers along the limp length of his penis that had yet to retreat into its sheath. His eyes widened as the deer wrapped her fingers around it and brought it toward her face to kiss its tip, then opened her mouth wide and placed its head between her jaws. Her other hand reached for his furry balls.

"Looks like I'll have to wait my turn," Crea said sleepily, sitting down on the couch. Virtue settled beside the unicorn, hugging the other's shoulders. Together they watched Michael and Passion as though they were on the Nature Channel, commenting on the size difference while the doe lined herself up beneath him, mimicking Virtue's position. It hadn't taken long for his erection to grow again. Virtue warned them to be careful when his tip nestled between the white-furred inner curves of the deer's bent butt cheeks. Passion gritted her teeth while pushing back against him, and Virtue pointed out the cylindrical bulge that his member formed in the deer's belly to Crea. They watched the bulge moving up and down her abdomen as the horse humped her. While their intercourse gradually intensified, Virtue couldn't help but admire Michael's lathered body, his gray and tan pelt glistening with his sweat so that it looked like silver and bronze. The muscles in his flanks rippled as he rocked himself inside the doe beneath him. His gray and tan tail flicked back and forth with his movements. His barrel chest heaved with his renewed exertion, ribs slightly standing out against his pelt. His long mane draped over the side of his neck, his head held low, nostrils flaring with each of his deep breaths. Beneath him, Passion panted and gasped at his attentions, her eyes winced shut. Virtue knew what she was going through, but once Michael climaxed again, the doe's discomfort would vanish along with her weariness.

Virtue looked at Crea beside her. The colorful unicorn was slumped on the couch, watching the scene before them behind drooping eyelids. Her powerful golden legs were spread, her long haired silver tail draped over the couch and on the carpet from between them. The fingers of one of her hands were between her legs, too. Virtue hugged the aroused unicorn close against her side, sharing her newfound warmth. The room was still a bit chilly when she didn't have a sweating horse on top of her.

When she noticed Passion reaching up to tweak her own breast, Virtue did the same to Crea, reaching over with the arm that didn't hold the unicorn's shoulders and raising the breast in one of her silver stripes up her ribcage. Crea smiled sleepily and returned the gesture, cupping one of the vixen's breast's with the hand that wasn't between her thighs. "Did you know we can lactate?" Virtue asked, gently squeezing the soft breast in her hand.

Crea nodded, half paying attention. "I saw Michael make it happen to Innocence." She was still watching the pairing in front of them, her eyes following the stallion's sack as it swung back and forth, slapping Passion's rump. "Honesty told us that he did it to her, too, remember?"

Virtue leaned her head against the unicorn's shoulder, flicking her thumb over her nipple underneath the silver fur. "Makes you wonder what it feels like, doesn't it?" she whispered up into Crea's ear.

The unicorn laughed quietly. "Are you requesting, or offering?"

Virtue grinned and slid off the couch, moving between Crea's legs on her knees. She leaned forward and kissed the lower curve of the unicorn's silver breast, then licked her way up to her nipple, leaving a short trail of damp fur in her wake. She used two fingers to part the fur around Crea's pink nipple, then flicked her tongue back and forth across its nub. The round breast bounced as Crea laughed. "That tickles!" Virtue shrugged, grinning. It'd had the intended effect: the unicorn's nipple was standing at firm attention just as it had during the car ride from the university. She cupped the soft flesh around its pink tip and squeezed gently, making the nipple stand out all the more prominently, and Crea took a deep, sighing breath. Then the unicorn's attention moved past Virtue's shoulder to the couple behind her. "Michael's watching," Crea whispered. "Wiggle your butt or something." The vixen did so, raising her tail high to give the stallion a clear view. She heard a lout thud and a startled yelp from behind her while she closed her lips around the tip of Crea's large mammary. She teased the firm nipple as she suckled, massaging the breast with her fingers and palm. Crea giggled. "I don't think it's doing-" She gasped when Virtue gave her a sharp squeeze and grazed her sharp teeth around the border of her areola.

She gasped again when Virtue's free hand joined her own between her thighs. Crea had only been idly petting her mound, but the vixen intended to fully arouse her, gliding her fingertips up and down her slit and lightly nudging her clitoris to that end. Crea moved her hips, trying to get Virtue's fingers inside her. When her own hand descended back toward her silver furred vagina, Virtue slapped it away. She squeezed the breast beneath her mouth again, and tugged at the nipple while suckling. Crea arched her back slightly.

Behind her, she could hear Michael raging against a whimpering Passion, each of his unrestrained thrusts sounding like someone kicking a punching bag. Crea was watching them over her shoulder while she grew more and more sexually excited with Virtue's hand working her mound. The unicorn's hands cupped the vixen's breasts and squeezed them in time with the fingers gripping her own.

When all light deserted the room to complete darkness, a stream of milk spurted from the unicorn's breast into Virtue's mouth. The vixen swallowed three more squirts before Crea used her hands on Virtue's breasts to push her away and turned to wolf around. Sitting on an invisible floor with her back to the couch she couldn't see, Virtue watched Michael and Passion's climax, mesmerized by their glowing bodies in the void of emptiness. What she could see of the stallion's penis cast a near blinding silver and amber light as it furiously pounded the deer's bottom. A pulsing beam of white shot from Passion's tail hole like a search light, illuminating the gray and tan fur of Michael's belly and growing stronger with each of his thrusts. Light escaped through their nostrils and mouths as well, and their eyes looked like stained glass windows with a bright sun behind them. Passion periodically clenched her teeth and bucked her hips violently, multiple orgasms wracking her body. The underside of Michael's tail shimmered in a beam of light cast by his anus.

His movements slowed until he held himself fully inside the doe, and the room returned around them once again. Both horse and deer panted in ragged, labored breaths. Virtue realized she was petting the soft fur between her thighs. Behind her, Crea was doing the same to her own mound. Passion began rocking her hips up and down, then her body tensed and the light in the room dimmed again briefly. When it returned, the deer sighed contentedly and walked forward until Michael's penis slid out of her. I was still glowing slightly.

Crea and Virtue both got to their feet and helped the deer get out from under the stallion; Passion's legs didn't seem to be working properly, something Virtue could sympathize with. Despite her trouble walking, Passion appeared completely revitalized. She hugged Virtue happily when Crea left them to begin re-stiffening the horse's member with her hands and tongue.

The Vixen and the deer sat on the couch to watch.