FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

An Enigma

By: Flyboy3

There's a phenomena called recurring dreams. A dream that is repeated multiple times during one's lifetime. They can be either be terrifying or pleasant, each dream unique to each individual. But lately, in a small town this dream has been both terrifying and pleasant and spreading to every citizen.

No one quite knows what started it, and most people are too afraid to even talk about it, but tonight a small group of friends settled down and decided to confront each person about it.

"Yeah, well. Okay, listen we know that everyone's affected somehow. But when you want to talk to some people about it they just shut up and try to get into another topic. It's like if they talk about it something horrifying will happen to them."

Harold sat among his three other companions, his fox tail swinging idly behind him. The small shack they were burrowed in was away from the village, tucked away right on the border of the woods and the outskirts. A few metal chairs formed a small circle between them, an electronic lamp settled in the middle and giving each one of them an eerie glow.

"Well, everyone knows the dream though, they won't deny that. Some people are actually willing and capable of talking about it, but it's like they've had a different experience with it."

Miles was the most experienced of the group, claiming to have had the dream first before it had spread. His ursine features coming off as odd as his fur was more of a darker green. He turned his head and looked over to the mouse next to him.

"Miles, if you're saying that there's two different types of people affected by the dream, then what about us? We can talk about it, but we all have an understanding just how terrifying the dream is. Yet there's an odd sense of safety within it."

Connor pushed the thin glasses up his snout with his rodent tail, looking over at the small group. Of a town of about 400, only 4 were capable and willing to have this discussion.

"Let's get some groundwork done here then. We need to understand what this dream is, find the differences and similarities and then find out where exactly it's coming from."

Jeremy leaned back in his chair, the large tiger scratching his chin in idle thought. Everyone here was accounted for thanks to the effort brought in by him. The leader had posted up fliers about the dreams or nightmares that plagued his hometown and offered a club to speak about it. Yet, the majority of his neighbors quickly shunned the idea and ultimately led to this secretive group.The tiger shifted his weight in his seat looking over the others.

"Let's start with our dreams then." He looked over at Harold, the fox's orange fur illuminated by the light.

"I, uh, let's see. I think I'll start at where everyone knows about. It's always from my perspective, that I'm actually in the dream. I can see myself crawling on my hands and knees, towards this larger figure in a chair. Maybe a throne. I can hear words bouncing around but I can't understand them, but the closer I get they become more clear.Yet, when I wake up I have no clue what the words were. But here's the part where my dream is different."

He takes a break to pause, shuddering at the thought.

"Then I suddenly find myself sucking him off. I-I'm still unsure exactly how it happened, but I can feel it in my mouth, the taste, the texture, even smell him. Then I wake up. And I wake up still sucking and my bed being wet with me, well, ejaculating. And without meaning to I quickly suck it all up with my mouth, I can't even change them out before cleaning it up like that."

He swallowed, his body shifting from a relaxed stance to his hands on his knees and looking at the ground. Just recalling the dream made him sweat a bit, labored breaths escaping from him.

"And the worst part is, I want to go back. Something's urging me to just fall asleep and never wake up. And that's terrifying."

Harold clasped his hand together and rested on his elbows. He was trying to hide the fact he was trembling but it was evident in the way he moved. Everyone watched in silence, only the sharp breaths of the vulpine filling the air.

Miles broke the silence with a grunt, patting his knee and giving a rough tap to the fox's shoulder.

"Hey now little guy, it's only a dream. If anything it could be worse right? It could be something way more scary, right?"

Harold gave a weak chuckle before shaking his head and looking down, thought it wasn't obvious to the others, he was hard as a rock and struggling to contain the need to release.

"Hm, seeing as I spoke up, I guess I should say what my dream is."

Miles looked around, the two other pairs of eyes now trained on him and nodded.

"Dream's the same, up to the point where I get up to the guy. The thing is though, I know exactly what he looks like. Big gray wolf, he's a bit on the chubby side but y'know that he's packing some punch. And most noticeably are his blue eyes, something's off 'bout them things. But, to the point, my dream differs in that I don't suck his cock. Everything's black, I don't see anything as soon as I get up to him and my hands and knees seem to covered in something soft. I can't tell, but that's when I wake up. I stay in that darkness for a bit and poof! Back in my bed."

He leans back in the chair, folding his arms.

"It's odd. Connor said it best. The dream and reality of it, there's something wrong with it, like I'm not supposed to be there. But as soon as I lose my sight I feel at home. I hate being deprived of my senses, losing my sight and touch, but in the dream it's the exact opposite; there's comfort in it and that's what gets to me."

A sniffle interrupted him, Harold finally getting back to himself and looking up at the bear. His hands still in a closed position.

"Y-yeah. Same for me. I'm not gay, and I never thought I was. I have a girlfriend, but when I'm doing the thing, it's like I was meant to be there."

The two of them lock on to each other, Miles' face in disappointment while Harold was in confession. The bear obviously wanted this entire event to stop, but the fox was giving in to it.

Connor broke the tension with a cough, a closed fist pressed against his mouth to muffle it a bit.

"Both of you are having some odd sexual fantasies in this dream. Even if you don't want it. Miles you're having some sort of weird bondage nightmare, and Harold you're having second thoughts about your sexuality. I think it's safe to say that your dreams are based on your unconscious desires."

"Now, wait a minute there rat. I ain't no freak, being blindfolded like that ain't my thing."

The bear retorted, his expression shifting from disappointment to annoyance.

"I'm not saying that it's what you want, but there must have been something to influence your dreams. I can say with honesty that in my dream that I'm not having a sexual fantasy with the wolf, in fact, mine is much different. I'm serving him drinks and doing other mundane things. Nothing intellectual that I'd like to do. I had given it some thought and it was the lack of pressure to do well academically that was gone. Same thing for the each of us, we don't really want it to happen, but when it does we like it."

Jeremy sat in silence, watching the three of them talk it over. The pattern by now was very obvious, everyone saw the wolf on his throne. But each one reacted differently as they approached him. The meek little fox boy who was afraid to admit that he had an interest in the same sex. The big manly bear that had a secret desire to be bound up and controlled. And the intelligent mouse who had been pressured to work so hard reduced to a monotonous state of mind. The dreams were the same up until their inner desires brought out what they wanted from the wolf.

"Jer? What about you?"

The tiger blinked and woke from his thoughts, the other three looking at him curiously.

"What did you dream about?"

He swallowed, shifting in his seat nervously before rubbing his with his palms and coughing out an answer.

"The same thing honestly. The crawling, the big figure, but..."

"But what?"

Again, he looked over the three, Harold's face in curiosity, Miles' in annoyed patience, and Connor waiting for an answer.

"I can hear the wolf speak to me. He points a finger at me and beckons me to come closer, and I hear his voice. And they tell me to gather the few. I didn't know what few he meant at first, but as the dreams went on, he guided me."

Feline eyes paced around the other three, a soft hint of blue flashed in them before returning to their natural amber color.

"He wanted us to gather here and--"

"Wait a minute, you're telling me you brought us here because your dream told you so? Not because you wanted to find the answer to this?"

"Sort of. I want to find answers too, and hopefully this would bring some sort of clarity to the situation at hand. I didn't know what would happen to be honest. The wolf only told me to bring us together and that's it. Hopefully we could work something out as to how this all came to be."

"Ah. That I can answer."

The voice boomed from every corner of the shack, and echoed in their ears. Each of them suddenly looking around searching for it. It gave them a shock, but it didn't take long for each of them to deduce who it was. The wolf. An amused chuckle bounced from the shadowy corner of the room, all four of them whipping their heads around to stare into the darkness. Intense blue eyes gazed back at them, a few steps and suddenly the wolf was visible.

He was chubby, like the bear had said, but it was painfully obvious that underneath the fat there was muscle. The only other striking thing about the stranger, aside from his blue eyes, was that he was as naked as the day he was born. The wolf's thick endowment swung between his legs, glistening in the artificial light of the lamp.

"I've been looking for servants, people capable of tending to me. So I go to small towns such as yours and quietly plant myself into everyone's dreams."

His eyes scan across his four subjects, resting briefly on each of them as they stare back.

"And over time, those with a craving, a need, a hunger to submit, find themselves being brought to me by a missionary."

A large hand presses on top of the Jeremy's head, rubbing it gently. The effect was almost immediate, the tiger's eyes rolling up and his mouth hanging open. Pleasure demolished the mental walls of the feline; his cock hardened in his pants and quickly released its load, wetting the front of his pants. His body crumpled into the chair, limp as a ragdoll as a grin spread across his face.

The other three stared in awe at the tiger who was so easily subdued by just a touch. A leather collar began to materialize around his neck, a small tag jingling on the front with a spiral engraved in the metal.

"Jeremy here had the lucky chance of being my missionary, I will send him again to another town to mingle with them. Alter their memories, the records, and he will bring me another handful. All while not even knowing who I am or even what I do."

"Fuck you!"

Miles was on his feet, his fur bristled as he let out a deep feral roar. He launched his body at the wolf, who stood and watched with a sly smirk at the ursine. As he soared through the air, the lupine stepped to the side and grabbed at the ankle of the aggressor, pulling at it and sending him swiftly to the ground.

The bear landed on his back, finding himself beside the incapacitated tiger next to him, those blank eyes looking down at him. But before he was even able to turn up and look at the wolf that had so easily subdued him, he found his vision quickly drowned in darkness. He opened his mouth to shout but only managed a muffled grunt as it was stuffed with a round rubber object. He knew what was happening, it was like in the dream.

All the fight in his body seemed to be sucked away by the blindfold and the gag. Each time he tried to lift a finger, move a muscle, or even think of it, the black ate it up and tossed it away. His body would not listen to him. All that power suddenly restrained by a simple blindfold.

He could feel the warmth of the wolf as he was lifted off the ground, finding his disobedient body settling onto its knees. The familiar touch of leather wrapped around a wrist, leading it to its pair behind him and securing it in place. His ankles received the same treatment, the cuffs being connected with metal chains, binding his body in such a way that his chest was being pushed upwards.

Meanwhile the remaining two were captivated by the quick work of the enigma, both of them struggling to even move or even say a word. They watched as the wolf dragged a claw down the chest of the bear, tearing away the fabric that hid the chiseled body underneath. Howard's eyes traced down the gray body, his eyes leading all the way to that hardening cock of the lupine. Connor had no idea how to react, it was only a few minutes since the sudden appearance of the dream wolf, and already the tiger was on the ground completely out of it and the only person of physical consideration was bound and gagged in a matter of seconds.

Miles felt his body begin to respond to his thoughts again, but it didn't matter in the situation he was in. Yet, he was aroused, his cock slowly rising up at feeling the helplessness of it all, the futile attempt of overcoming the wolf made him hard. He would buck his hips if he could, but the thorough work of the wolf had prevented that, all the rope and the leather keeping him still like a statue.

Warmth began to push against his nostrils, the smell of another man starting to flood into him. The lupine was teasing him, the tip of his manhood just rubbing itself against the black nose before he pointed it at the awestruck fox.

"I believe you were the one with the sexuality problems?"

Howard gulped and nodded his head.

"And here I thought I had to force you to tell me. But all I have to do is..."

He took a few steps forward, pushing his tip against the lips of the vulpine. Howard's body quickly fell prey to the touch of the wolf, a bright surge of blue sparking in his eyes as he sent himself onto his knees. His mouth took as much of that throbbing meat as he could, rocking his head back and forth to milk it for all it was worth.

"Oh dear. You had no will at all to begin with, already a cock sucking little slave."

A moan from underneath him confirmed his statement, half lidded eyes staring up at him in blind obedience. But they quickly opened up in surprise, realizing that the mouth was suddenly being filled with more than just hot wolf dick.

Like floodgates being opened, cum began to force its way out and into the fox's maw. Howard tried his best to swallow every drop like a good slave, but it was too much. Excess dribbling down the sides of his lips, thick and potent seed trailing their way down his puffed up cheeks and landing on the ground.

The brief surge ended as quickly as it had begun, the wolf pulling away with an audible pop as the satisfied cock slave pushed his face to the ground to lap up any of the precious juice that he had missed.

Three of the four were down and only a few minutes had passed since the arrival of the wolf. Connor trembling in his chair as he looked at his fallen brethren. Blue eyes stared into the brown once the mouse had composed himself enough to look into them. Bad move on his part.

This entire battle was completely mental. Connor was of iron will, though that could be attributed to his legendary stubbornness, but in a battle against the wolf it counted for nothing. Blue quickly washed away anything else in his vision, spirals emanated from those irises, filling up his mind. Words flashed in them, obey. The deep voice pressed into his ears, obey. His own thoughts being drowned out and pushed away like a leaf in a hurricane.

"N-No..."

He managed, but that thought suddenly was crushed by the magnificent skill of the lupine. His body sagged in the chair, eyelids starting to drift and mimic the fox, and mouth left in a little o. Words forced their way into his mind, obey. He could only feel the need starting to grow and take over his crumbling resistances. Relax. The new word found a spot in his emptying mind, filling up little voids left behind from the spirals that demolished the mouse.

The more he obeyed and relaxed the words that replaced the identity of the mouse, the sooner he would be able to submit and be mindless. The next two words that appeared. Obey. Relax. Submit. Mindless. Like a broken record it repeated in the addled rodent's mind, exchanging the entirety of it with the need to serve the wolf.

The lupine watched as the words took their toll on Connor, a finger pulling at the blindfold of the bruin underneath him. Blue spirals spun intensely in both their eyes, both having fallen prey to the mysterious visitor. Though the mouse wasn't nearly as dominated as the bruin, but he was close.

Connor's mind drained away bit by bit, blue was just spinning away in his mind, drilling deeper and deeper into his conscious being. Only a few seconds later his body jerked up, standing straight and tall with his arms at his sides. His mouth closed, the trail of saliva whiplashing and striking against his eye. He muttered his first word in a monotonous tone.

"Slave obeys."

The wolf chuckled at the completely brainwashed mouse, a few leashes in his hands which led to the fox and bear. He offered his other hand to the rodent, feeling it be occupied by the other's small paw before clutching it and tugging it close to him. The small being was wrapped around a warm arm, a click being heard as a collar was attached around his neck.

"Let's go boys. Papa needs some servicing."

They all nodded in silent agreement, fox and mouse lifting the bear as they followed their master. Quietly they slipped into the shadows, disappearing into the corner of the shack. Only the three vacant chairs were evidence to their existence in that room, the tiger still in the pleasure induced state of mind until a voice whispered in his head.

"Jeremy, be a dear and wake up. I'll need some more toys to play with."

The eyes rolled down from their hiding spot, blinking a few as he stood up and left the shack. Like a robot he made his way back to town, the small building behind him fading away in the thick woods, any mark of its being there wiped away.