Dreams Made Flesh [M]

*Surreal* · 04-30-2013, 05:35 PM

Surreal

Wriggling. Pressure. Her contained home was in chaos. All around her was movement, her fellow inhabitants moving and lining up. Then there was more room, an emptiness ahead. For a moment, things relaxed, and she began to drift, untested mind quickly forgetting the upheaval. Then it began again, and she was being pushed, and she wriggled in protest. It didn?t stop. Tightness, all around, and then cold. It hit her nose, and she winced, but soon the cold surrounded her. Too cold. Too? Warmth rubbed over her back, and a scent that was ultimately comforting, rich and warm. She needed to get closer. She wriggled, blind and deaf, trying to zero in on the scent, yowling and squeaking that she couldn?t find it, couldn?t pull herself along. The warmth came again, rhythmic and soothing, then the solid underneath her vanished.

She began squeaking her protest, but then solid beneath returned, along with large warmth, and the rich, warm smell that drew her so strongly was powerful, so close. This time, she could reach it. Blunt nose bumped into softness, nudging along, until a most powerful point of that smell came to her, only? As she tried to sample, something swatted her away, a familiar push. Another scent, almost the same as the rich warm smell she wanted to reach, but different. She was pushed away by that scent, or the owner of it, and quested for another point of that warm, richness. An open strong point. Instinctively, she nosed into it, squeaking desperately, until she found what instinct demanded she find. And there followed the urge to suck. Rewarded by the warm, sweet taste of her first nutrition, she continued suckling.

More movement, vibrations around her, the soft warm wall moving in front of her, and then wriggling next to her,, then on either side. After a few more bursts of hectic movement, everything was still, odd vibrations occasionally rippling through the wall at her nose. She didn?t know that she was being named, didn?t know anything but that scent, and the warm richness that flowed into her mouth. All that mattered was that sweet elixir. She drank until she could no longer swallow another mouthful.

Her grip on the teat eased, and then altogether released, as she fell into the state of pleasant dreaminess, and Surreal slept.

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