Daydream Gone Wrong
Daydream Gone Wrong
by Von Krieger
Kiva hummed to himself happily as he swept his uncle's laboratory. The lean tiger was daydreaming, his body on autopilot while he fantasized about grand adventures and fighting fearsome monsters.
The feline knew that he would never actually partake in such things. He wasn't nearly big enough to walk around in a suit of plate armor like all his heroes did. Even with a heavy exercise program, he couldn't get the proper strength behind his sword swing. He was a bit near sighted, so archery was right out. Nor could he cast a single spell, unlike his uncle.
Viran was your typical mage, all mysterious and such in a hooded cloak, puttering around in a tall tower with a shop full of strange gewgaws. The elder tiger had quite an adventuring career in decades past, and proudly displayed souvenirs and spoils of victory from his escapades. Kiva could sit in his uncle's lab and stare at the shelves full of curiosities for hours, making up stories to go with items that didn't already have a tale accompanying them.
Kiva pivoted and jabbed the broom handle through the heart of an imaginary monster. He moved with inherent feline grace, spinning and twisting, using the broom as a quarterstaff, warding off the blows of make believe attackers. His tail however, wasn't quite as nimble, upsetting a dusty crystalline statue from a nearby shelf. It hit the floor with a dull 'thunk', breaking in half, and the top spinning away under a nearby table.
The tiger yelped, dropping the broom and darting after the bit that rolled away, quickly seizing it in his paws. His facial fur fluffed up in a blush as he placed both broken bits of the statue back on the shelf, trying to arrange them so they didn't look broken.
The statue wasn't shaped like much of anything, kind of like a drill bit, but shorter and thicker, with a big knobby bit at the top and two flatter pieces spreading from the top. It was an opaque pinkish-white in coloration, though Kiva was almost sure that it was a little bit lighter in regards to the pink tint than it had been before he'd broken it.
He looked it over from several angles; you couldn't see the crack at all from anywhere in the room. Kiva didn't think his uncle would notice, after all, it had been covered with years' worth of dust and grime. The young tiger was rather glad that this was only the apprentices' lab, where Viran came to teach his pupils about the workings of magic. The things placed here were all for show and had very little, if any, inherent magical power. Nothing that would explode if looked at cross-eyed. The thought that breaking the statue might have some sort of effect on him never crossed his mind.
As Kiva checked the statue for visible damage, he could see a passing resemblance to some kind of winged snake creature. Maybe it was some kind of award for healing? The tiger recalled a symbol like a wing snake curled around a staff somewhere in one of his uncle's books.
Or maybe it was made to represent some kind of snake-creature? The bit at the top was kind of bulbous and elongated, resembling a serpent's head with a few knobs and bumps that were perhaps meant to be horns? The feline wondered if it was meant to be some sort of demon? He couldn't think of anything else serpentine that has wings and horns.
Kiva went back to work, his humming resuming where it had left off. Rather than resuming his fantasies of fighting monsters, after all he didn't want his errant tail to knock over anything else over, he imagined what the creature the statue was supposed to represent.
He hadn't seen any legs, so he supposed that it slithered around on the big, long, serpentine tail that was curled around the central column. The creature would obviously be reptilian in nature, with large dragon-like wings, and with dragon wings came dragon horns.
It would be a big and powerful creature, probably a male since females tended to be smaller. In his mind the beast looked like a rather fearsome creature, heavily muscled and menacing. The creature's handpaws sported only three digits, each tipped with a long, tapering claw, perfect for rending the flesh of meddlesome adventurers.
The tiger decided that it would be more likely a demon, rather than something with dragon's blood. Statues of religious figures like that were more common. Kiva was rather pleased with his mental creation, it would be a fearsome foe to face in his fantasies.
He finished sweeping the lab within a few minutes, making sure to clean up the tiny chips from the broken statue. He dumped the dustpan out in the garbage can, setting it and the broom in their places in the closet.
Walking down the hall, Kiva stopped for a moment to enjoy a luxurious stretch. Sweeping had been his last chore of the day, and now he looked forward to the last few chapters of an adventure novel and a long warm shower.
Still humming, he slipped into his bathroom and flicking the light on as he stripped. He wasn't wearing much, just a simple tunic and short pants. He paused to look himself over in the mirror.
He had golden fur, a touch more yellow than orange, with a pattern of thick black stripes, a few of which ran onto the creamy white fur of his underbelly, radiant, fur-covered lean muscle, his mane of brown hair was always slightly mussed. He reminded himself that he really ought to make his way to the village barber and get it trimmed as he pulled a lock down in front of his eyes. It was a bit longer than he liked.
Kiva checked to make sure he had towels. Last week he hadn't had any, and had a rather embarrassing walk to the closet at the end of the hallway while fully naked and dripping wet. His sisters were still laughing over the sight of him stomping angrily down the hall. Thankfully today there were several towels stacked neatly inside the closet. Kiva pulled one out and hung it on the rack near the shower.
He paused as he slid the shower door open, a soft hissing sound reaching his triangular ears. Kiva scowled, curious as to what exactly the sound was. He leaned his head against the wall, wondering if it was the pipes. That was probably it, someone running the water up on the next floor.
The tiger sighed as he turned the water on, waiting a few moments for it to warm up before stepping under the wonderful heat. He closed his eyes, letting the jets of water stir up his fur, washing away the sweat, dirt, dust, and grime of the day. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo, rubbing the comparatively cool goo over his fur. He rubbed the sweet scented lather deeply into his fur, relaxing sore muscles as he did so.
Kiva backed away from the flow of water as he bent down to lather up his legs. His fur lathered up, he let it sit for a while as the soapsuds tingled gently. The feline leaned against the cool tiled wall and purred happily.
His face slowly broke out into a grin; it was time to get out all the stresses of the day. A few hours of hard work and exercise always got him riled up, and Kiva took some time each day to relieve some tension in the shower. It was the single place he was guaranteed not to be interrupted while he pleasured himself.
He stepped back into the cascading stream of warm water, rinsing off his fur and hair. Kiva reached up and twisted the showerhead slightly, directing the flow straight down, rather than out and back.
The tiger sank to his knees, he leaned forward and placed one paw on the wall for balance, the other snaked over his thigh and between his legs. Kiva slipped a single finger inside his sheath, gently rubbing the head of his feline member. In response, his big, black organ slowly slipped free of its confinement, eager to be played with after a day of monotonous chores. The tiger wrapped his paw around his slick shaft, stroking himself slowly. He closed his eyes, and let his mind wander. As he did during the day, he began to dream and fantasize, imagining that it was not his own paw stroking his maleness, but rather some rescued damsel or captured creature eager to bargain for its freedom.
Kiva imagined a tongue caressing his manhood, a smooth hot tongue tickling the head of his cock. It was a rather strange feeling, two tiny points tracing over his member, a forked tongue maybe? Some kind of serpent.
The tiger thought about what his dream lover would look like, but he was drawing a blank. He moved onto the scenery, but could only think of darkness. A few more details crept in, the air was warm and laced with a strange smell.
He sniffed the air curiously, drinking in the wonderful scent. It was sweet and musky, like how he imagined a female in heat to smell, but different somehow. It was intoxicating, each inhalation seemed to travel right to his groin, enhancing his lust and desire.
Something shifted around his body; his arms were pulled roughly over his head and bound there like they were held in some untouchable force. Something coiled around his chest and legs, immobilizing him.
The restraints were hot, smooth, and scaly. A serpent's tail wrapped around him. Holding him still, a captive prisoner for whatever the creature holding him desired. Scaled paws began to caress his thighs, slowly sliding around to cup his buttocks. With the tongue on his shaft it was obvious that what this creature wanted was sex.
Why though? What would be the lead up to this? A rescued slave, thanking him for his bravery? A fallen foe begging for a second chance? No, he was a sneaky little cat that had freed a powerful force from captivity. Ages after being trapped, it was free again, and had Kiva to thank.
The tiger purred, this was quickly becoming one of the most interesting fantasies he'd ever had. The creature, whatever it was, took Kiva's cock slowly into its mouth causing the captive feline to gasp. It was hot; very, very hot. It almost burned his tender flesh.
Kiva felt a clawtip slowly circling his tailhole. He shook his head, eyes clenched tightly shut. He didn't like that. Why had that appeared in his little daydream? He'd never even thought about the act before. He yelped and wriggled in the serpent's coils, trying to stop the invasion of one of his most sensitive areas.
The young tiger yowled as the creature's long, tapered claw slid deeper into him, followed by a single scaly digit. Kiva growled his displeasure at the beast, he didn't like this at all. The tiger opened his eyes but found only blackness. This was feeling too real for comfort; it was much too real.
A deep laugh filled Kiva's ears. "You belong to me now, little kitten." the voice growled, and then added insult to injury with a hiss, running his tongue across Kiva's shaft again. "So delicioussss..."
"What's going... MMMMPH!" Kiva began to say, but was cut off as his muzzle was suddenly clamped shut as something hot and scaly wrapped around his head.
"Silence slave!" the creature growled, digging his claws lightly into the captive feline's left buttock.
"You released me from my crystal prison. It has been so long since I have fed, and it is only fitting that you are rewarded for your efforts." The beast said as he resumed sucking off Kiva.
The young tiger fought to free himself, trying to wriggle free, but serpentine coils that held him captive belonged to a creature much stronger than himself. Growing tired of his prey's struggles, the beast tightened his grip, nearly crushing the breath from Kiva.
He couldn't move at all, only lay still and let the serpent demon have his way with him. Kiva moaned softly as the snake-beast slid a second finger into his tailhole, slowly and gently fingering him.
The scent in the air grew heavier, thicker, more enticing as the creature continued to toy with Kiva, sucking him off and violating his rear. The snake release his grip around Kiva's chest, letting the tiger take in several deep breaths. That wonderful fragrance seemed to flow inside Kiva, the tiger began to feel more relaxed.
He lay in the demon's coils for a moment, feeling kind of dizzy. His cock was aching with need, growing worse each time the tiger inhaled. He felt his resistance melting away with every breath.
He let out a soft, almost involuntary purr, letting the sensations of being pleasured overtake his rational mind. Male, female, did it really matter what this creature was? It wasn't hurting him, and it had more than enough opportunity. Kiva's dream-monster seemed interested only in pleasuring him.
The demon's lips moved up and down Kiva's shaft with almost agonizing slowness, he was tormenting Kiva, and the tiger didn't like it. The dream-monster seemed to sense Kiva's frustration and increased the speed of his efforts.
The tiger moaned loudly, beginning to enjoy the serpent's ministrations once again. "My, my, my, is my little striped kitty enjoying this?" the demon said, mocking him.
Kiva didn't care. Right now the only thing he wanted was to blow his load right into the demon's taunting mouth. He didn't know how long he had been like this, forced to submit to the serpent's desires. But it felt like forever. The sweet tingling pressure inside him kept building and building, needing to be released.
The coils around Kiva's middle loosened slightly, allowing the tiger to move his hips. The creature unwound his tail from Kiva's head, allowing the tiger's tongue to loll out of his muzzle as he began to pant.
Kiva thrust rapidly against the demon's mouth, his cock nearly throbbing with the need to cum. "Oh yeah... oh yeah..." he gasped between breaths. The demon's hand slid around, no longer caressing his backside, though the other hand still toyed with his tailhole in a manner that Kiva, in the midst of his delirium, had started to find to be one of the most delicious sensations he'd felt.
Kiva's captor wrapped his scaly paw around the tiger's cock as he sucked it, the mix of saliva and precum rendering it very slick. The feline nearly howled at the sensation of smooth scales rapidly stroking his hot, hard shaft. He did howl however, in protest as the demon pulled his fingers from the young tiger's tailhole.
The snake only chuckled. "Don't worry my lustful little slut-cat, I'll fill you up again quite soon." The demon hissed, as he increased the pace of his stroking. Kiva could feel the familiar hot pressure building inside his cock as he neared climax. He was so close, just a little more... a little more...
Suddenly Kiva felt something hot, hard, and wet pressed up against his backside. The creature's cock felt nearly as big around as Kiva's arm! The snake rubbed the head of his massive member teasingly against the tiger's tailhole.
"Oh no! Oh please no!" Kiva begged, gasping for breath.
"Oh yessss...." The demon hissed, his shaft oozing a thick stream of precum against, and into, the tiger's tight little hole. "You're ready now my kitten." The serpent cooed, ramming his member deep into Kiva.
The tiger threw back his head and roared in a mix of pain and pleasure, every muscle in his body suddenly seeming to go rigid as he climaxed. Kiva thrust forward as hard as he could, his cock spurting jet after jet of hot cat cum into the air.
It took all the willpower he had to make his body relax. Kiva opened his eyes and blinked in confusion. The blackness and the warm embrace of the demon's coils were gone; he was no longer bound. He found himself kneeling on the cool porcelain tile of the shower, one paw against the wall for balance with the other wrapped around his still spurting manhood.
Kiva's jaw dropped as he peered down between his legs. The pool of hot seed that lay there was far more than he was used to seeing. The strange, overpowering dream had given him the best climax of his life. And Kiva wanted more.
He stood slowly on shaky legs, turning the shower's now cold spray on the evidence of his climax. It all had felt so real, but it couldn't possibly have been. Kiva was confused, normally he wouldn't have thought up something like this.
The tiger shivered in the chill that was coming off the icy water. He shut off the twin taps and began to dry himself with the towel he had hung up earlier. Kiva had thought about what sex would be like with another male a few times and had even dreamed about it as he had now, but never that vividly, or with that much detail.
Ignoring the novel he had made plans for earlier; Kiva dimmed the lights and walked over to his bed. The tiger let the towel fall to the floor and slipped into bed naked. He lay in the darkness, pondering the strangeness of the powerful sexual experience he'd just had.
Perhaps there had been some kind of mind-altering drug concealed in that crystal statue? Maybe Kiva was developing some kind of magic at a late age? Maybe today had been more tiring than he thought and he'd actually fallen asleep in the shower for a moment?
Kiva often had strange sexual dreams that felt real. Most often they involved Kiva sucking himself off. Those had been particularly strong dreams, and Kiva almost always awoke with copious amount of his own seed on his belly and thighs.
Or maybe, just maybe, the dream was exactly what Kiva's serpentine captor had said, a reward for freeing a captive sex-demon, imprisoned in the crystal. Though the creature had been rough, he hadn't seemed overly violent. If it had been a demon, it wasn't much of a plague on the world... a friendly menace at worst.
Kiva yawned and pulled his covers up over his shoulders, snuggling into his pillow. He thought about the last option for a moment. Supposing it was a real demon of some sort, would it come back? Was he linked to it forever, the creature invading his fantasies every time Kiva felt the need to pleasure himself? Would it drag him into that dark place where he had been and toy with him whenever the beast pleased, leaving Kiva stroking his cock in a zombie-like trance? Or would the creature only come when bidden, when Kiva desired its caresses? The young tiger hoped to find out. For tonight at least the creature was welcome in his dreams. Kiva had been given the time of his life at the creature's hand, and tongue, and lips, and cock.
He purred as he began to drift down into sleep. The serpent had given Kiva the most mind-blowing sensations of his life, the tiger thought it only fair that he at least attempt to return the favor.