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Birth of Justice

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"I hope you can appreciate the irony." Emptiness. No light. No sound, except the voice. "I had hoped she would be the one to bring you to me." No self. No existence. "I wonder how far I can turn her against you." Nothing. Except the voice. "That fun project I'll leave for another night." A body. HIS body, but female, standing over him. "For now. . . ." Hands clawing at his crotch, pulling fiercely at his genitals. "Screw me, Michael, like you've done to all your sex toys."

As his sense of self materialized, so did his surroundings. A female timber wolf straddled his legs and fondled his privates, leering down at his white sheath greedily. He lay on his back, legs spread just enough for his bushy tail to fit between them, on a nearly featureless slate balcony that overlooked a dark pit. He was at the platform's edge; one of the nightmare's legs dangled over it as she straddled him. "You're not listening, pooch," she said, twisting his balls until he cringed. "Stiffen up. I've waited too long for this."

White motion off to the side caught his eye. Innocence was dangling from a pair of manacles that spread her arms wide against a stone wall, at least ten feet between her toes and the ledge Michael lay on. She lifted teary eyes at him, then looked down at her feet, a sob racking her body.

The nightmare's fist smacked his soft sheath hard enough to make stars dance in his vision. His body tried involuntarily and unsuccessfully to curl in on itself. "Don't you worry about her. She's played her part tonight, and is only here to watch. I'm the one you need to worry about."

"Get off of me," Michael half groaned, half growled. He was surprised she let him speak at all.

"Not until you give me what I want."

Michael grabbed the dark eyed wolf around the waist and tried to lift her away from him, but she was somehow immovable. He didn't feel particularly weak or feeble, but somehow the nightmare was able to stay seated on his thighs by sheer force of will. "How embarrassing for you," she mocked, and she grasped his wrists in her hands. With a swift movement, she pushed his hands up over his head and fell atop him, breasts plastered against his chest, hips landing on top of his own and locking him in a forceful kiss. "Now," she breathed against his face, rubbing her sex against his sheath, "screw me."

After her punch, his loins only shrank away from the pressure of her body grinding against them. "Get off me," he repeated with a snarl. "Now."

Her lupine face appeared as calm and collected as ever, but her black eyes glared cold murder down at him. "I expected you might require an ultimatum." A dim light rose from the pit below their stone balcony, an ambient glow that illuminated Virtue standing in shallow, murky water. The vixen was unbound, but three shadows shifted in the darkness around her. Michael could make out the silhouettes of his three bestial forms pacing at the ends of chains that weren't quite long enough for them to reach the arctic wolf where she was standing in the center of the pit, but two steps in any direction would put her in the reach of a feral wolf, pegasus, or dragon. "So you're going to find yourself very horny, very fast, or your she wolf is going to find herself very violated."

Virtue looked up, ignoring the pegasus as it charged and was brought short by a collar around its straining neck. "Kill her if you can, Michael," she shouted.

The nightmare merely laughed, a sound that under any other circumstance would seem pleasant. "You can't," she assured him with a lover's whisper in his pointed ear.

"I'll never mate with you," he growled back, "but if you touch a hair on her body, or any of my dreams again, you'll find out that I didn't give you a fraction of the cruelty I can draw on."

The nightmare arched her back and gasped as though he'd just stroked her g-spot. "I didn't know you were such a smooth talker, pooch." He heard a metal clank below him and watched as the unleashed wolf leapt at Virtue. She ducked out of the way at the last instant and backed into the corner the wolf had been leashed in so that she could maneuver. "Maybe she can fight off one of them for a time, but that dog will never tire." The nightmare nipped his jaw playfully and painfully. "If you give yourself a hard on right now, I'll consider leashing him back up."

Michael snarled at her. The pain in his crotch had receded, but he couldn't will himself to be aroused with the nightmare on top of him. No matter how perfect her body was, what it concealed was vile.

"If I don't feel your head against me in three seconds, the horse is going to join in the fun."

Michael obliged. He head butted her with her mouth still open hard enough to crack her jaw, and this time the surprise of his attack sent her sprawling. He rolled off the ledge without a second thought and tumbled through thirty feet of air before landing in the shallow water on his belly. He kept enough consciousness to roll to his feet before the nearby dragon could trample him as it charged across the pit for his dream. Michael staggered after it, ignoring the shouted taunts from above.

"It's by your hand, Michael! Know that you're the one doing this to her, just like you did to your bunny and 'coon!"

The three fully aroused animals had Virtue cornered against a wall. She was pushing the wolf away with both feet against its head, but the pegasus and dragon were closing in from either side.

Michael shoulder tackled the pegasus, knocking it off balance before leaping in front of Virtue, kicking the wolf away, and standing protectively in front of his dream. His moment of valor evaporated when the dragon swatted him halfway across the pit, but he had been at least enough distraction for Virtue to dart between the recovering wolf and pegasus and help him to his feet. They faced his three forms side by side as they closed in, then back to back when the beasts surrounded them. Michael felt her tail against his naked leg and her own leg against his tail.

The pegasus rushed in and reared back, forehooves flailing at Michael's head. He rolled to the side, pulling Virtue with him so that she wouldn't be kicked, but the wolf came between them while they were scrambling to their feet. It ignored Michael and pounced on Virtue, knocking her to her hands and knees in the cold water. It leapt onto her back an instant before Michael jumped forward and double kicked it in its ribs, crashing onto his back while it sailed into the wall. He rolled between the vixen and the dragon just as the huge lizard charged, turning his back to it and embracing Virtue to protect her from an impact that never came. Instead, the dragon grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to pull him away from Virtue. He held his arms around her waist tenaciously, all too aware of what would happen to her if they were separated.

The pegasus tried to sniff at the vixen's bust while the dragon shook them, but she threw all of her weight into a punch that found the horse's eye. It squealed in surprised pain and staggered back, only to be replaced by the wolf. She kicked it viciously, but it refused to turn away from the flare of white fur between her thighs. The nightmare hadn't lied; the beasts were tireless.

The dragon lifted Michael into the air, and he pulled Virtue with him, holding her bottom against his lap so that nothing could reach her sex. He landed on top of her when they were thrown to the ground, his weight knocking her breath away, but he held her to him nonetheless. She'd receive far worse if he let go. A talon around his hip pulled them to their feet, but another between his shoulders kept them bent forward. Hard scales against his back held him down. Something large and hot batted his tail away from his raised bottom, and his eyes widened. He had been so worried about Virtue that he hadn't even considered this danger. He tried to roll to the side before the dragon could bring its hips forward. . . .

. . . But a tail wrapped around his legs and held him steady. He moved his bushy tail back down over himself, but it was batted aside again as though he weren't even flexing it. A hot, smooth round surface rubbed against his right buttock inward to the back of his white scrotum, then up between his gray and tan butt cheeks. He struggled against the tail around his thighs, but had no hope of removing it without letting go of Virtue. He heard a whimper and marveled that it came from the vixen he was holding and not from him.

He didn't remain silent for long.

An agonized bellow ripped through him as the dragon's penis stretched his tail hole wider than should have been possible and burrowed into him. He had never imagined such pain, had never thought that such a threshold for pain could even exist. And the one thought that remained coherent above the screams in his mind was that he had done this to so many of his dreams. Honesty and Pride had been able to enjoy it, but discomfort hadn't been barred from Innocence and Mischief when he'd done it to them. This was an appropriate punishment for that grievous error.

The dragon worked its way through Michael's rectum in short little thrusts, but as soon as its scaled sheath met his rump it began humping him in force. This was exactly what Mischief had felt when they'd first met. His tail inside Innocence couldn't have felt any better. If he could vomit he would have, but this imagined body didn't even have a stomach, let alone food to expel. As with the girls he made love to, internal organs would only get in the way of a thrusting penis.

Michael clutched Virtue to him as his last feeble link to sanity. The dragon had her wrists in a single talon so that she couldn't fend off the wolf's and pegasus's advances. The flying horse was nibbling her dangling breasts as they swung beneath her with Michael's rocking body. The wolf had crawled under her and forced its nose between her thighs. Michael could feel its hot breath against his testicles as it licked at the front of the vixen's mound, but it couldn't reach her opening as long as he held her bottom against his lap. He almost laughed as the dragon drove its titanic member through him with increasing fervor.

He was winning.

That thought somehow made being raped bearable. He kissed the side of his dream's neck, trying not to notice the horse that had her breast between its teeth.

Michael's eyes grew wide, though, when the burning in his backside sent an inner warmth to an unexpected place. Each of the dragon's lunges stroked his prostate, and it was having an inevitable result. That his emerging penis had nowhere to go except between Virtue's silken buttocks made it unsheathe itself all the faster.

"Michael?" she said, surprised.

"It's me," he grimaced. "I'm sorry. Try to ignore it." He did his best to position his hardening shaft flat against her crack so that it wouldn't slip inside her. The dragon ravaging him only ever became more and more painful, but even the small pleasure in his prostate brought him erect swiftly.

The determined wolf was trying to use its muzzle to pry their thighs apart. It growled and bit Michael's arm with all of its strength, and in spite of himself, he loosened his hold on Virtue's waist. It was only an instant, but she staggered forward at the sudden loss of support. Michael pulled her back hastily.

And his newly formed erection sank hilt deep into her rump.

The vixen cried out in surprise and fear. "Is that you?" she gasped. Michael couldn't speak; he was drowning in the mingled tsunami of pain and pleasure. "Michael, I can't ignore that!" He didn't hump her, but he still slid in and out of her vagina each time the dragon's shaft pushed him forward and pulled him back. He could only whimper. He hadn't won after all, but had made himself the tool used to take his dream. The wolf bit him again, his leg this time, trying to get him to pull out of her, but he was trying to do that himself. The dragon's pounding sheath left no room to back up, and he dared not push her away from him.

"I'm . . . sorry," he managed to groan.

The dragon pulled Virtue's wrists to the side so that she twisted diagonally under it and Michael, positioning her so that her head was under the pegasus's belly. The winged horse snatched her graceful white tail in its teeth and pressed the tip of its huge member against the side of her face. When she cringed away, it bit her tail hard enough to make her cry out. It tried to stab its shaft into her open mouth, but she twister her head to the side so that its tip merely jabbed her right ear. The pegasus bit down again, and Michael could see droplets of red trickling down Virtue's pristine tail. She screamed, then gagged when the horse's penis found its mark. It kept her tail in its mouth, but wasn't clamping down any longer.

On their other side, the wolf had given up reaching Virtue's vagina. Instead, it rose up and placed its forepaws on Michael's hip, contenting itself with sliding its erection between their legs. Michael tried to shake it off, but couldn't move any more than the dragon permitted him. He wanted to strangle it, to punch the horse on his other side, but even now he couldn't risk the dragon using that distraction to pull him out of and away from Virtue.

Worse even than the agony of the gigantic penis erupting through him was his own growing knot pressing against the vixen's rump. He didn't want any of this act to be pleasurable, didn't want to ever be able to look back at it with anything but horror. But though he was far from enjoying himself, Virtue's body felt as it always had around him: blissful.

The pegasus was thrusting itself deep into Virtue's throat, and Michael noticed a swelling bulge forming in the wolf's shaft against his knee. The dragon curled its serpentine neck to latch its scaled muzzle onto one of Virtue's swaying breasts, slamming into Michael's tail hole with crushing enthusiasm. He winced as the dragon's momentum carried his own hips forward and he felt his knot pop into the vixen beneath him. Then the lunges through his anus slowed in the tell tale warning of impending climax. Michael braced himself when, after a few more rocking thrusts, the draconic erection pulled agonizingly slowly out of him until its tip rested against his bottom. Despite himself, he began to take a relieved breath at the welcome emptiness, and sure enough, the dragon punctured him with an explosive buck of its hips, shooting a river of burning sperm before it that erupted out of Michael's tail hole around the convulsing phallus in an arcing spray. The dragon thrashed him throughout its orgasm, and as moist heat coated his rump and scrotum, he was pushed over his own brink. He sent a similar flood into Virtue, who was prevented from so much as whimpering around the immense shaft stuffed down her throat. Michael's thighs were coated front and back with hot, sticky cream.

The dragon gave one last convulsing thrust into Michael and kept itself sheathed in his body while his own orgasm faded. Its tail held his legs even after it slid its softening member out of him, and it didn't take long to figure out why. As soon as the dragon had moved off of Michael's back, the wolf leapt to replace it. Michael was too stunned by the impossible abuse to resist as his bestial form assaulted his bottom with searching jabs, coating itself with the dragon's semen in Michael's fur until it found its puckered target. A single thrust sent its comparatively slender erection into his anus up to its knot. A second crammed that knot inside him, and he locked around it just as Virtue was locked around him. The wolf's balls pressed into the back of his own sack, twitching as it tried and failed to buck its haunches.

Michael's face wasn't far from Virtue's; he could see the pegasus's testicles rise as it held its sheath against the vixen's lips. Other than an occasional shiver in its haunches, that was the only sign of its orgasm. Virtue shook under Michael, struggling to swallow the tide invading her.

Distracted by the pegasus's orgasm, Michael failed to notice the dragon's tongue until it was too late. It had moved its head down Virtue's belly and was sending its sinuous muscle between her thighs. The forked tip reached the opening spread around Michael's knot and wriggled forward to join him inside her. At the same time the wolf tugging at his tail hole climaxed inside him, adding canine seed to reptilian. The dragon's tongue spiraled around his softening penis, pressing outward against the vixen's vaginal tunnel. Her body finally rippled in her own orgasm, and she moaned as the pegasus pulled out of her raw throat. The dragon lapped at her juices mingling with Michael's sperm on her mound and thighs, then backed away, finally unraveling its tail from Michael's legs. He fell on his side in the shallow water, pulling Virtue with him and knocking the satisfied wolf out of his anus with a painful pop. The rest of him went limp, but his arms kept holding the white wolf's rump firmly against his sheath without any longer knowing why they were doing so.

"Why, Michael, that was a very gallant performance," a voice taunted from above them. He looked up into the nightmare's black eyes. "Almost heroic, even. Just when I was beginning to like you."

He closed his eyes and buried his face in the scruff of Virtue's trembling neck, dampening it with his tears. "I'll have sex with you. But on one condition."

"Which would be?"

"You let Virtue wake up first."

A hand caressed his shoulder deceptively gently. "Why Michael, you had but to ask."

The cold water that replaced Virtue's loins around his bare member made it swiftly retreat into his sheath, but he didn't bother getting up. The nightmare had defeated him.

Michael opened his eyes when warm, soft fur replaced cold stone and water underneath him. He was laying on a small hill of white fur, each snowy white hair as long as grass, but smoothed in a pattern he thought he recognized. The nightmare was there beside him, standing with her feet to either side of a small pink rock or tree stump that rose from the fur covered ground. "I thought I'd set the mood," she said, grinning. Michael got to his feet and looked around. There was a similar hill nearby, a matching pink protrusion parting its fur. By the way the sloping ground gave way under his footpads, he suspected he knew their whereabouts. A few more glances confirmed it. Beyond the hills in every direction the white field sloped down and formed nearby horizons. The plain extended farther in one direction than all the rest, two long hills extending past a gentle rise between them. In the other direction was a cliff formed by Innocence's chin past the long dip of her neck.

The nightmare jumped up and down on the giant rabbit's breast, making it bounce so much that Michael lost his balance and rolled into the ravine between them. The nightmare sat on the huge nipple, making it sink slightly into the fur around it as the hill's quaking subsided. A tremble ran through the "ground" under Michael as his female impersonator rubbed her bottom against that soft stool. "Don't worry. She'll feel everything we do, but I can keep her from doing anything more than shivering." She sprang from the nipple and landed right next to Michael as he was getting to his feet. She reached around him and grabbed his toned backside, sliding an index finger between his tight buttocks to rim the tail hole that showed no signs of having so recently been invaded. "Now," she breathed, "you have a bargain to fulfill."

"Fine." He began stroking his white sheath, trying to coax his member out and erect so that he could get this over with.

"Having trouble?" the nightmare teased. "Maybe some more romantic scenery would help." Without warning, she punched him in the stomach, and he doubled over, wincing. When his eyes opened, he found himself on another white furred hill, this one much wider than the first and slightly more firm under foot. A second hill met the slop of the one on which he stood in a mirroring downward curve that formed a long crack in the landscape. From one end of that crevice a small furry mountain rose, half again as tall as Michael: Innocence's raised, tufted tail.

"A pleasant place for a picnic," the nightmare said. She was kneeling in front of him now. "And I brought my appetite." She began licking at his white sack and sheath, and despite the recent blow to his gut he was able to let himself be aroused this time. As soon as enough of his penis emerged, she grabbed it and started pumping its limp length swiftly and took its tip in her muzzle, swirling her tongue around it more expertly than Michael had expected. The moment he was hard enough, she kicked his legs out from under him to knock him onto his back. Luckily, the giant rabbit's buttock made for a soft landing.

She was on top of him in an instant, straddling his hips and positioning herself above his flagging penis. "Wait," he said, and she paused with his tip nestled between the folds of her mound.

She looked up at him warningly. "A deal is a deal, Michael."

"Exactly. I said I would have sex with you. Not a reflection of myself with breasts. Not a black eyed imitation of one of my dreams, either. You."

She leaned forward and purred into his ear, "Oh, but I AM you, Michael, you and all of your prostitutes. I am the part of you that you hide from."

He shook his head and leaned up to her own ear. "That may be what birthed you, but as soon as you had your first thought you became something and someone else. You are no more me than Innocence here,"--He patted the soft ground beside him--"or any of the others. They are their own selves, each unique, and I didn't agree to have sex with any of them. I didn't agree to masturbate, either. So take off my pelt and show yourself for who you are." He leaned even closer, his nose tickling the fur on the ridge of her pointed ear. "Vice," he breathed. Her name.

She pulled back and crouched on Michael's thighs with his erection against her belly, hands braced on his chest. She glared down at him, open loathing smoldering in her dark eyes, as her tan and gray fur withdrew into her skin, her snout shrank to a human nose and mouth. Her wolven ears and tail she kept, but the rest of her became bare skinned human, ebony hair sprouting from her head while her fur receded and draping over her shoulders onto Michael's torso. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the ambient light. The naked breasts hanging from her ribs seemed somehow larger without their protective fur, small nipples hardening as they were exposed to the chill air.

She lifted her hips to move back over Michael's canine penis, the folds of her sex parted slightly with her legs straddling his waist. They hugged his tip as she found her position. "Pleased to meet you, Michael," Vice snarled, then impaled herself hard enough that HE saw stars when her crotch slammed into his sheath. While he was trapped inside her, she clutched his shoulder and rolled to the side, making them tumble over each other down between the soft white hills to the base of the furry white mountain within that warm, silky chasm. Michael landed beneath the wolf woman, half sitting, half lying with his bottom in a warm, smoothly wrinkled indentation in the crevice's floor, his tail twisted painfully beneath him. Soft white walls closed around them both as Vice began riding him, the rabbit's buttocks caressing their every motion. Heat radiated up from the dimpled surface in which he sat, the star-patterned pink skin climbing the butt cheeks a short distance around him and hugging his backside.

Vice was absorbed with his penis inside her and didn't resist when he pulled her down on top of him. Smooth round breasts squished into his chest fur, and he gripped her rump as it bobbed up and down over his crotch, enjoying the furless skin beneath his finger pads despite himself. He bucked into her, and their surroundings quaked as his butt teased Innocence's anus. He tried to think of a way to stop what Vice intended to do, the plan that he'd finally recognized when he figured out her name.

One needed to climax in order to wake from the dream world. For whatever reason, Vise needed Michael to give her that climax, perhaps as an act of sanction for her existence. A part of Michael's mind mulled over the problem, letting his body revel in sensation. Vice didn't have a body to go to in the waking world, or so he had thought at first. Now he wasn't so certain.

He distractedly realized that his fur was changing color of its own volition, tan dominating gray and deepening to brown while the white of his privates spread up his stomach and over part of his buttocks. He also noticed that he was viewing both Vice and himself in the third person, something he'd been unable to do sense Vice had taken over the dream world, but that, too, only came as a distraction.

She did have a body to go to if she could find a way to wake up, one that had likely been in a coma for several days.

The white stretched down his inner thighs and the undersides of his arms while white dots made patterns in his back. His tail was shortening, as was his muzzle, and antlers were beginning to sprout from between his ears, forking into branches as soon as they parted the brown fur on his forehead.

If she climaxed and awoke in his human body, he feared he'd never be able to fully return to the waking world again. Worse, she might gain the power to do away with his dreams, with Michael himself.

Bone and cartilage sprang from his shoulder blades, brown edged white feathers coating the muscle and sinew of wings that curled along the upward slopes of the giant rabbit's butt cheeks to embrace the bare skinned female riding him. He was now fully formed in an anthropomorphic version of the winged deer that he had only once ever dreamed himself as.

At the same time, he knew how to stop Vice.

He needed a geyser.

Michael willed himself to tell her to slow down, to stop, but found himself no longer able to command his body. More shockingly, he could no longer feel her skin against him, her loins around his shaft, or Innocence's fur below and beside him. Yet his eyes opened and looked up at the point his presence hovered with a wonder similar to his own, but now, distinct. "Stop," the winged buck commanded, though in a moment when Michael didn't will it.

"Not now," Vice gasped, but the buck used its wings against the butt cheeks around him to push himself to his feet, standing in the middle of the star of Innocence's anus with Vice's legs wrapped around his hips. Michael watched as the buck carried Vice down the bunny's crack, over ground that was softer than any surface imaginable underneath his hooves to where a second, smaller crevice split the pulsing floor. He carefully parted the walls of that opening with a hoof, its glistening red tunnel quivering under him. He leaned on the hoof stepping on the side of Innocence's mound, the rabbit's thighs towering over his head, and dipped his leg into her up to the knee. Vice clutched him with arms and legs, holding him firmly inside her and plastering her round breasts into his lower ribs while he pushed his solid thigh into Innocence until he could brace his hands to either side of her slit. Michael desperately wanted to feel what the buck was feeling while its second leg joined the first and he sank into the hare's depths up to his bottom, where Vice's legs pressed against the bunny's mound. The buck pushed his hands outward, spreading Innocence's walls wide enough for Vice to slip in with him and lowering himself down until his head and the upper ridges of his wings were all that protruded from the rabbit's vagina. It had to be incredibly hot in there, impossibly tight.

Michael withdrew his focus until he could see all of Innocence, her size that which he remembered. She looked confused and frightened, but her gasps were filled with pleasure, not pain. His point of perception flew back between her legs and dove into her vagina along with Vice and the buck. It was dark, but he didn't need light to see. The rabbit's body wrapped around the mating pair's every angle and curve, almost crushing them when Innocence flexed. The buck's hooves had already pierced the bunny's regenerated hymen, and his fur was matted down with vaginal liquid. Vice's smooth skin shone with it. Thinking Michael was simply playing out some strange fantasy, she laughed while humping the winged deer with wild abandon. He moved with her, his motions dramatic, and their hips pushed out against Innocence's loins each time they pulled away from each other. Each time the elastic flesh around them snapped tight again and sent their pelvises careening into each other. To the rabbit, they must have felt like a knot forming and fading in rapid succession.

With little room to maneuver, Michael's perception flowed down between Vice's damp breasts where they were smothered into the buck's matted white chest fur. Further, to where bare-skinned abdomen slapped against its furred counterpart. Further yet, to watch the buck's straining member vanish and reappear between Vice's spread thighs. He shifted around that piston, studying the female's stretched, hairless opening, her own juices dripping down over her exposed anus and mingling with the rabbit's. Vice's bushy tail was being pushed down over the fronts of the buck's thighs, and his balls dragged through its soft underside as they moved.

Michael gave himself a mental shake; he couldn't let himself become distracted. They had to bring Innocence to her climax before Vice came. The nightmare seemed unaware that he'd removed himself from the body she was wrapped around, or even that that body had changed forms. Maybe she was absorbed enough in sex that she'd lost some of her control over his dream world.

He descended past the buck's brown and white legs, just beyond the hooves to where the rabbit's walls were folded against themselves. When one of the mating pair's separations pulled those walls apart, his perception dashed deeper, and the tunnel closed him in darkness. Michael focused, concentrated on giving perception a physical shape.

One moment Innocence's passage was clamped tightly shut beyond the buck's hooves, the next an anthropomorphic wolf filled her. Michael wriggled, holding his breath and flailing wildly at the hot muscles that tried to crush him. Together with the gyrating pair above them, they must have felt like a long penis with little tentacles inside of Innocence, squirming incessantly. Michael's sudden presence parted the tunnel enough that he could see the other two above him and grab the buck's ankles. The nightmare was arching her back, grinding herself against the buck in the throws of her orgasm.

They were too late.

The buck reached up and forward from where he was holding the rabbit's mound to grasp her clitoris with both hands, and twisted mightily. At the same time he unfurled his wings enough to push the bunny's walls wide. Deeper inside, Michael shook himself as though he were being electrocuted, trying to make himself into a vibrator. Finally, Innocence relented. The fleshy tunnel rippled around them all, a tsunami of fluid coursing out of its depth and spraying past them, a geyser of the rabbit's ecstasy. Vice was beginning to fade from around the buck.

Somewhere in the waking world a nurse was alerting a doctor that his comatose patient was coming round.

As soon as the geyser struck, Michael used its energy to repeat what he'd felt Virtue do two nights ago. He bridged the gap between dream world and waking, and sent two souls beyond the border.

When they were gone, he stood over Innocence in a colorless field with no line to distinguish ground from sky. The rabbit was crumpled on her side at his feet, holding her hands between her white thighs as her orgasm faded around sudden emptiness. He scooped her up in his arms, and she clung to him, weeping against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. That she could speak should have surprised him, but it didn't. "I'm the one that brought you here. The nightmare couldn't reach you on her own."

"I know," he said quietly.

"I think you're going to have to think of a new name for me."

Michael shook his lupine head. "You're still innocent. You wouldn't feel so badly about it if you weren't." The emptiness around them resolved into a familiar, endless beach, a gigantic pine rising proudly some distance away. The wind-blown spray from two geysers cooled them under cloudy skies. "It's time for us to wake up," Michael told her, and he did so.

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He fell onto his back, wings bowling over furred females, and pulled Vice down on top of him, her vagina still quaking around his throbbing member. He looked around briefly to make certain it had worked.

Vice looked around, too, confused at first, then horrified when she realized what had happened. He shoved her off of him, sending her sprawling on top of the sleeping horse in the middle of the room and exposing his glistening penis to the chill air.

"Who are you?" Virtue demanded.

"She is the nightmare, Vice," he said as he got to his feet, then yanked the furless female onto her own feet with hands under her bare skinned armpits. He glared straight into black eyes wide in disbelieving denial. "I am Justice." He threw Vice to her belly beside Michael, then grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees. She struggled to rise the rest of the way, but in this world she was no match for Justice's strength. He kept her bent over with one hand around the back of her neck. His other lifted her tail roughly away from her smooth bottom, exposing the small puckering above a vagina still dripping its juices. He brought his erection against that wrinkled disk, the soft inner curves of her buttocks hugging his tip when she flexed her rump to try to close herself away from him. With no more bravado than a furious snarl, Justice skewered her.

Vice screamed.

The rough entry was painful for Justice, too, feeling like someone had kicked his shaft head on at the same time as closing it in a door jam, but the pain only reminded him of all this creature had put him and his dreams through. The memory of a dragon ravaging his own tail hole was fresh in his mind. Clutching Vice's smooth hips with blunt fingers and missing his wolven claws, he thrust in and out of her as brutally as he could.

Michael and Innocence awoke while he was conquering Vice, getting drowsily to their feet. The rabbit leapt away when she saw what was happening next to her. The stallion just watched, furious approval burning in his eyes. Vice didn't seem to notice them with her head hanging between braced arms. Justice shared a grim look with Michael, and they nodded to each other at the same time. The nightmare had more than earned each of the buck's crippling lunges. The others' uncertain faces became stony masks when Innocence told them all what had happened. None disapproved, let alone wanted to intervene on Vice's behalf. Small wonder, a small part of Justice's distracted mind thought, that none of my virtues are named Mercy.

Having already been near the brink when he and Vice had arrived in the waking world, it didn't take him long before he pushed fully into the nightmare's anus and his balls lifted between her smooth buttocks. The room darkened, but not completely this time; he could still see the others around him as indistinct silhouettes. Vice trembled beneath him and around him as warm light filled her. He didn't know if she could draw nourishment from him while he was climaxing in her tail hole, but he didn't really care. When the room relit he pulled out of her sharply and struggled to remain standing behind her.

Incredibly, Vice was laughing. "Now you show your cruelty, huh, Michael? Well done. You've truly made me proud."

"Cruelty?" Justice snarled, leaning over her to get closer to her pointed ears. "Vice, I was doing you a kindness. I don't think you would survive HIM taking you if I hadn't broken you in first." Still holding her around the waist, he moved aside as Michael stepped over her. With a hand under her belly, Justice shoved her bottom up against the stallion's stomach, right in front of his penis. After having begun having sex with Vice before the mental split and watching Justice and her mating within the heated embrace of Innocence's vagina in the dream world, then witnessing Justice dominating her here, Michael had a powerful erection. While the buck held her and pulled her tail out of the way, the horse lined himself up with her squirming bottom.

When Michael's tip prodded her bare skin below the root of her tail, she cried out, "No, please," while struggling to move away from the hot flesh wedged between her buttocks. Michael launched his hips forward. It took their combined strength to pierce her. Vice shrieked loudly enough that Justice was afraid neighbors several miles away might hear, though the stallion's initial lunge only punctured her tail hole a few inches. His following thrusts each buried his thick erection deeper an inch at a time while Justice steadied her rump, until she clutched half of the penis's length. Then progress was made more difficult, each lunge pushing Michael further by a matter of millimeters. Every movement Michael made drew a scream from Vice.

Eventually, after what must have seemed an eternity for the tortured nightmare, the stallion's white testicles slapped against her furless butt cheeks. Michael held himself fully inside her, pressing his sack against its soft barrier while he stamped a forehoof beside Vice's drooping head, trampling her long hair.

Justice translated the horse's stomp. "This is what Innocence and Mischief felt the first time they met you." He pushed her back a little harder. "This is what Pride and Honesty endured at your command." He pressed against her smooth abdomen, knowing that it made Michael's equine penis inside her press up against her spine. "This is what your conjured dragon and wolf did to Michael and me this very night. And this is the truth, Vice: None of us did those things to ourselves. You did. You are not doing this to yourself. Michael is. Because, Vice, you are not us, and never were. You are you, and nothing else."

With those words Michael withdrew in a swift motion and began beating Vice with a fury he had never inflicted on the other females. The pendulum of his balls paddled her until the inner curves of her rump were red. Justice was almost unable to hold her hips steady enough for her to stay on her feet.

He felt a hand on the edge of his wing. "Nice to meet you, Buck," Mischief said with one of her charming grins.

Another hand covered his own on Vice's far hip, and Innocence peeked beneath the captive female's stomach. "We'll take it from here," she said, a grim smile on her rabbit face.

Justice nodded and let the two females replace him, staggering in exhaustion to the couch and sitting awkwardly on its edge next to Honesty and Pride, his wings keeping him from leaning back. The two females sat leaning against each other, the skunk stolidly holding the paralyzed lioness upright. Blind and deaf, Honesty must still not know that anything unusual had happened this morning. Justice reached out and gently touched her black shoulder.

"You are one of the newcomers, aren't you?" the skunk said, still staring blindly forward.

Justice tapped her shoulder once. It was a basic communication they had all agreed on the day before, one tap for "yes," two for "no."

"The male one?" One tap again, and she smiled. "My nose is getting better."

Justice looked down at his recently sheathed member. He had no sperm to betray his gender to the skunk's nose. She must be judging the scent of his sweat. He rubbed her shoulder appreciatively.

"Well, let me get a look at you," she said, letting go of Pride with one arm and holding out her hand. Justice took it and led it to his face, and her fingers began exploring his muzzle and cheeks studiously. "I'm not sure. . . ." she began, but then her forefinger grazed the root of his antler, which she then traced to one of its tips. "Oh, a deer! I couldn't tell at first." He smiled and squeezed her shoulder, then led her hand from his antler back to his wing. She traced its edge a moment, her eyebrows rising. "A deer and a dove. Did Crea have a hand in making you?" Two taps. He had no way to correct her about his bird half; his white feathers were tipped with brown, like a hawk's. Her fingers moved over his wing until she found his shoulder blade, then stroked around to his neck and moved down his firm shoulder and biceps, past his elbow and over his forearm to where his hand lay on her own shoulder, her fingers and palm "seeing" his arm. She let go of his hand and groped air for a moment until her hand found the side of his ribs, then rubbed his white furred pectorals and down over well toned abs until she encountered the upper edge of his sheath. "You know," she said, "I haven't had breakfast yet, and by the smell of it Michael's already busy. . . ."

He chuckled and tapped her shoulder once, and she petted his sheath with a smile. "Is it okay, Pride?" he asked.

"Of course. Just lean me up against the back of the couch." He moved around Honesty and did so while the skunk held her hand to his sheath, keeping track of him. "One more thing," Pride said once she was settled.

"Yes?"

"I'm next." She grinned toothily, and he laughed, making a show of his tight rump for her as he bent to scoop Honesty up in his arms. He sat on the couch's arm and set the skunk on his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. Her hands glided down his front and gripped the tip of his member emerging from his sheath, stroking it to attention.

She laughed and scooted forward on his lap, pinning his length between them before it had firmed completely. Trapped amidst their velvety fur, it rose up between their bellies swiftly. "Oh," she said, rubbing her navel against him, "and here I was worried you might be a reprieve from Michael." He smiled and kissed her, hands moving to massage her lush breasts. He was well endowed, but she was being overly generous. He lifted her up with his hands around her waist and let his penis nudge her soft mound, keeping their lips locked together.

Honesty's fingers, twining through the fur on his chest, tapped him once.

He slowly and gently hilted himself within her, and she moaned into his mouth, gyrating her hips when he slid his hands over them to grip her soft rump and stroke her luxurious tail. He thrust gently into her and let a finger tease her small anus, breaking their long kiss to nuzzle her jaw and neck. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gripped his wing ridges, pressing her body against him and flexing inner muscles to squeeze his erection. Both groaned into their erotic embrace, their loving tempo striking a strong contrast to the breakneck drum beat of the horse still venting his anger on Vice's tail hole beside them. The first digit of the buck's finger slid into Honesty's own tail hole, and she gasped. He paused, but she told him breathlessly not to stop, so he pushed his finger deeper into her, wriggling it so that he could feel its presence on the underside of his member. Justice closed off his awareness of the horse and nightmare, letting himself become as absorbed in the skunk as she was in him.

While they were enjoying each other, Crea stepped beside them and slid a hand between his thighs to cup his balls. "I'm after Pride," the unicorn told him, and he laughed. He would speak with Michael later about what had been running through his mind; he wasn't certain whether the idea had formed before or after their identities split. For today, though, he and the stallion would work together to satiate the females.

He kissed Honesty again, and his climax brought about her own.