Dreamweaver II
Dreamweaver II
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
October, 2004
All Rights Reserved
Unable to sleep, the young male Ferret tossed and turned on his rumpled bed, the thin sheets twisted into unknowable patterns of chaos. A cold breeze blew in through the patially opened window, its sibilant breath ruffled the curtains. Swirling across the narrow gap between window and bed, the breeze seemed to momentarily condense into a pale fog, almost coalescing into a vaguely human-like shape, before another breath of cooling breeze broke apart the fragile, etherial form, scattering it like leaves.
Again, the curtains rippled and this time, they seemed to flicker and mould into the shape of something distinctly humanoid, but they fell back to lay limp against the window's edge once more.
Squirming and moaning in his sleep, the young mustelid's eyes flickered and his body twitched under the soothing caress of the gentle wind, his paws twitching and waving randomly, as if trying to brush the breeze away.
Again the breeze came in through the curtains, and this time, a swirling, almost translucent fog flowed silently into the bedroom, forming itself into the shape of a young human, whose features seemed to flow and ripple like the fog that composed it. It was masculine, not overly proporitioned, but not thin and emasciated either. It partially solidified, the fog moulding and flowing around this new form, depicting traslucent musculature beneath the pale, swirling skin.
It stood about six feet tall, humanoid, definitely male from its obvious genetalia, yet without clothing of any sort. Moving silently across the carpeted floor, its smoke-coloured feet depressing the thick pile of the carpeting, the form approached the side of the sleeping young Ferret.
Flowing like water, the form knelt down onto the bed and ran its hands softly across the ferret's sweaty brow, with the reaction from the still slumbering mustelid; being a low moan and and soft sigh. Yet again the ghostly form caressed the ferret's brow, then with what seemed to be tenderness, it stroked its ghostly fingertips along his cheek, tracing the subtle ridge of his furred jawline.
A low, almost inaudible moan escaped the ferret, as he writhed and pulled his head away from the chilling touch, his eyes, hidden beneath the black furred eyelids, twitched and his brow knitted into a frown, as he waved his paw at the ghostly figure. His paw passed through it dispersing the ghostly form and breaking it apart, but it just swirled and coaelsced back into its human-like form. Again the form caressed the ferrets cheek, then tenderly ran its fluid-like hand up and over the mustelid's head and ears.
Groaning, the ferret flinched and moaned, his paws swiping at the form again, with the same effect of merely breaking it up, and it reforming once more. Sliding a cold, pale hand down the ferret's throat, the ghostly image left no trace of its passing through the sweat-soaked fur, yet when it touched, the ferret's skin rippled and he flinched. Moving its pale hand downwards, the ghostly form rested its hand on the ferret's stomach, feeling the warmth and pulse of the living, breathing flesh. A faint whisper of wind, almost human-like in its quiet sigh, flickered the edges of the ghostly form and it arched its back inwards, tilting its head and neck back, as it savoured the feel of life. With another almost inaudble sigh, the ghostly form rose from where it sat, then straddled the ferret's lower legs.
Either by instinct or by something unknowing, the ferret gasped at the cold, almost freezing touch of that ghostly form against his sweaty, trembling body, yet he did not wake from his fevered sleep. Turning its featureless face towards the window, the ghostly form paused a moment, then turned its attention back to the mustelid laying beneath it. Sensuously, it began to stroke, caress and knead the fur and flesh of the ferret's chest, its ghostly fingertips seemingly touching the fur and flesh, yet no trace was seen of it on the ferret's wet fur. Arching his back, the mustelid groaned helplessly, his mind ensnared in the depths of sleep, yet his body instinctively reacting to the caresses and ministrations of the ghostly figure astride him.
Helpless to resist, the mustelid moaned and writhed again and again, his senses overwhelmed by this experience, even his mind swirling and turned upside down, as it struggled to distinquish reality from the dreamscape. Blood shrank away from the cold touch of the ghostly figure, and his fur bristled as goose-bumps arose on his arms and legs, the individual black hairs frizzing into a soft, rippling living wave.
"No..." Gurgled the ferret, as he twitched and writhed helplessly, his mind completely ensnared now in what it knew could not be true, yet another part, deep down in the subconscious, knew something, yet kept the memory to itself, hoarding it in the deep darkness of the mustelid's primordial mind.
Placing its pale hands either side of the ferret's head, the ghostly form leaned down, so it's pale, translucent nose almost touched the mustelid's, then it seemed to whisper something to him - but all that was heard, if anyone had been there to hear it, was what sounded like the most faintest of breezes.
"No...." Gurgled the mustelid, as he struggled weakly, feeling his body reacting, yet his mind remaining ensnared in some fog that seemed to cloud his rational thinking.
Silently, the ghostly form leaned back, then trailed its cold fingertips down the ferret's throat again, and with incredible slowness, it began to stroke the raised nubs of flesh around the ferret's nipples.
This elicited a gurgling cry from the ferret, who arched his back and pushed himself upwards, his body reacting with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at this touch, yet the ghostly form rode with the ferret, almost as if they were joined as one. When his body finished its writhing, the ghostly form merely looked down at the ferret and continued its sensuous caressing.
Riding the ferret, the ghostly form began to slowly slide its pale hands down the ferret's stomach, then trailed its fingertips along the mustelid's swelling sheath, pausing to prick lightly at the furred slit at the tip, then returning to slide back up the ferret's stomach again. His body betraying his mind's cries, the ferret's sheath swelled as blood engorged the member within it, the slender sheath bulging, as the most pale of pink glimmered in the near-pitch black.
Looking down, the ghostly form slid back along the ferret's thighs, over his knees and knelt down over his ankles, then defying human phsyiology, it bent itself down towards the ferret's stomach and then lower, pulling itself down and back - until the ferret's sheath and its pale glimmer of pink would be resting against the ghostly figures lips. Wrapping one translucent hand around the ferret's lower sheath, the figure began a sensuous stroking, its fingers wrapped around the ferret's sheath, yet gripping it in no way that any true hand could - the smoky fingers seemingly blending to each and every little ridge along the ferrets sheath.
Gasping, the Ferret bucked against the ghostly figures body, but his efforts only made the smoky figure rise and fall with the ferrets body, as it maintained its firm, yet gentle grasp of the ferret's sheath. Finally, unable to hold his instincts back, the young mustelid gurgled incoherrantly and his sheath slid backwards, exposing the full length of his member. It flicked and twitched, glistening with the protective fluids that kept it lubricated. Exposed to the cool air, and even cooler waves of cold that emanted from the figure, the ferret's exposed member twitched and he began squirming and gasping - the unmistakable scent of musk begining to grow stronger and stronger.
Folding itself down even further, the ghostly form seemed to pause its head near the ferret's member's tip - then with a whisper of chilling breath, it seemed to mould itself along the ferret's engorged member, consuming it without effort.
Yet this action caused a surprising reaction from the ferret, as the ghostly form slipped its head and neck down at an impossible angle - its smoky form engulphing the member without difficulty, yet in ways that was not possible, by either human nor animal. His breath came in hitching, choking gasps, as his throat constricted and his entire body erupted into shivering and convulsions, as the figure seemed to ripple and flicker, as if sucking the very life from the young mustelid's body, in an incredibly erotic and sensuous way.
Truly, the mustelid's mind was ensnared well and truly by the sensations, his thoughts and conscious self trapped helplessly, enfolded in some obscuring mental fog. Yet it retained the ability to feel every sensation, but was incapable of processing the raw, primordial feelings, as no emotion was capable of describing it. It passed beyond the realms of comprehension, and even his subconscious mind reeled under this unimaginable sensation that flooded every sense of his being.
Again and again, the sensations threatened to overwhelm the young mustelid, as fear, lust, primordial sexual urges; emotions that defied comprehension; battled each other for dominance and release. It was more than his body or spirit could resist, and with a sharp upwards thrust, the ferret's breath came in a hot, explosive rush, that sounded like a steam train whistle. His orgasm came mere seconds later, his furred scrotum retracting up towards his hips as they squeesed and released their seed with an incredible explosive release.
Yet not a single drop of his hot, salty seed spilled down onto his stomach or the bed - it just seemingly dissapeared into the swirling, greyish foggy figure that had brought him to such release. Again and again, the ferret's body convulsed and bucked against this unearthly figure, as yet another orgasm was drawn from deep within the ferret's aching scrotum. His throat locked, the ferret could not breathe, as it felt as if his back would surely snap in two, so strong were the convulsions that ravaged him.
At last, just as the ferret's heart would surely burst from the strain and the massive adrenaline that surged wildly through his system, the ghostly figure stopped and sat up. With a high-pitched squeal, the ferret drew great gulping breaths into his aching lungs, tears squeesing from the corners of his eyes and trickling down his cheeks to splash against his damp pillow.
Taking the slippery member in its ghostly hand, the figure merely held it and continued to sensuously stroke it. Each upwards stroke made the ferret writhe helplessly, and each downwards motion made him hitch his breath and buck against the figure that straddled him.
Again, the figure glanced at the window, then turned its featureless head back to look down at the barely conscious mustelid that lay beneath it. A ruffle of the curtains sounded and the figure released the ferret's member, then leaned down and seemed to touch noses with its living partner - its pale, shimmering hand reaching out and tenderly touching the ferret's damp cheeks.
A single beam of sunlight pierced the room and the ghostly form seemed to arch backwards as if mortally stricken, its featureless head snapping inhumanly towards the window. As the first rays of the rising sun pierced the horizion and splashed into the room, the ghostly form threw up its arms as if to ward off some pending doom - then the sunlight struck it and it disintergrated, its image flickering, then shattering like glass - the smoky remains dispersing - leaving the exhausted mustelid, barely breathing, laying on his sweat soaked bed - never to know of what had happened this night...
Yet never to forget.....
THE END