Dreams Made Flesh

*Regulus* · 10-03-2014, 08:32 PM

Regulus

Everything was perfect in his rather constricted world. He didn?t want for anything. He was warm, he wasn?t hungry, and he was safe. Unbeknownst to him, this little world of his was about to be turned upside down. And it was going to happen sooner than one, two, three. He was bumped out of a happy doze, his form suddenly constricted much more tightly than his already comfortably snug fit. He thrashed slightly, protesting thissacrelige. Beside, him, around him, his sisters wriggled, muffled squeals vibrating his skin. Then he was being shunted, his body twisting and turning, some force making him move, and quite against his will, thank you very much.

Inexorably, he was drawn forward, until his muzzle was abruptly caught in a trap, being squeezed, while around him, the world fell in on itself, again and again and again. Then something prodded his rear, prodded and pressed, then pushed, right as the world tried to eat him again. Fear wasn?t a part of this whole endeavor, but there was a thrill of adrenaline. And then a squeak was squeezed from him as his head was enclosed by the trap, then his middle. And then he felt a new sensation in a day full of new sensations. Openness, and cold. A nudge to his side, scooting him along a very not soft surface. He squirmed with discomfort, then squealed as loudly and as demandingly as he could.

It seemed to work. A warm? thing, began rubbing him, and he felt a sudden need to get closer. Whatever this thing was, it smelled nice, and as the air suddenly got much clearer, he took a real breath, and squealed again, much louder. Then the warm thing was rubbing him again, and soon enough, he wasn?t as cold as he?d been at first. A smell permeated the air. Tantalizing, alluring. He needed it. Needed to get closer, needed. And then, with a nudge, his face was buried in the smell. With a startled squeak, he nosed around, then found the source of that wonderful smell. Instincts guidance was all he needed, and soon, there was nothing wrong, and everything right with his new world. He couldn?t see, he couldn?t hear, but oh he was quite the happy boy. Soon enough, he felt the familiar bodies beside him. His sisters were there. Even better. Soon enough, he felt full, another of the good new things. And then? He felt nothing but the floating happiness... of sleep.

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