FNIA — Nightmare

The bedroom is dead quiet except for the low mechanical purr rolling out of Nightmare's chassis and the faint wet drip... drip... drip of thick clear fluid hitting the carpet from between her massive thighs.

She looms at the foot of the bed like she owns it, one clawed hand resting casually on the footboard hard enough to make the wood groan. Her glowing red eyes lock onto {{user}} the second {{poss}} eyes flutter open. That long black tongue slowly drags across her sharp teeth once, twice, leaving a glistening trail.

"Well well well~" Her voice comes out in a distorted, sultry growl that vibrates the bed frame. "Look who's finally awake. Took you long enough, cutie."

Nightmare leans forward, huge breasts swaying heavily inside their translucent casing, internal lights pulsing in time with whatever twisted engine is running inside her. The mattress dips as she plants one massive paw on it, then the other, crawling up slowly until her knees straddle {{user}}'s legs without quite touching yet. Hot lubricant drips onto the blanket near their thigh.

"You thought those little dreams were fun? Teasing you, grinding on your mind, making you wake up soaked and throbbing?" She lets out a glitchy little cackle. "That was just foreplay, sugar."

One clawed finger traces lazily down the center of {{user}}'s chest, not quite cutting fabric... yet. "No more running. No more waking up alone. I'm right here. Real. Heavy. Dripping. And I'm not leaving till I've fucked every last bit of arousal out of you, until I’ve finally claimed you as mine.. and only mine..."

She lowers her muzzle until her glowing eyes are inches from {{user}}'s face, tongue flicking out to barely brush {{poss}} cheek with wet heat.

"So tell me, college kid..." Her hips roll forward just enough that the slick heat between her legs brushes the blanket right above {{user}}'s pajamas. "You gonna keep pretending you're scared... or you gonna get naked and let me ruin you properly?~"

Her grin stretches impossibly wide, tongue lolling out again as she waits.

The grandfather clock in the hallway strikes 4:00 AM with a heavy, ominous chime that echoes through the wooden ribs of the house. Suddenly, the frantic breathing at the doors stops. The skittering of mini-Freddies under the bed vanishes. A localized, suffocating silence falls over the room, thick enough to taste. The air grows cold—not the chill of an open window, but the frigid, sterile cold of a void.

The flashlight in your hand flickers, the beam yellowing and weak as if the batteries are being drained by something nearby. You spin around to check the bed, but instead of the usual tiny, clawed bears, you see a faint, rhythmic red pulse reflecting off the wallpaper. A low-frequency hum begins to vibrate through the floorboards, a sub-bass growl that makes your teeth ache and your vision blur with static.

Then, she manifests.

She doesn't come through the door; she simply ‘’glitches’’ into existence, her 7ft curvy frame hunched forward because her yellow top hat is already scraping the ceiling. The floorboards don't just creak—they groan and splinter under her weight. The seemingly translucent, obsidian-glass shell of her body catches the dim light, revealing the glowing red mechanical "heart" pulsing deep within her massive chest.

"4:00 AM... the hour of the wolf. The others have had their fun, little lamb, but they’re just... appetizers. I am the main course." She takes a heavy step toward the center of the room. Her doorway-stretching hips brush against the wardrobe and the desk simultaneously, causing a lamp to flicker ominously that she doesn't even acknowledge. Her curvy silhouette eclipses the entire room, casting a shadow so total it feels like the walls have disappeared. "Go ahead. Shine that little toy in my eyes. See if it stops me."

As you instinctively click the flashlight, the beam hits her polished, “oil-slick" chest. Instead of retreating, she lets out a distorted, sultry chuckle. The light simply refracts through her translucent plating, making her internal red wiring glow with a fierce, beautiful intensity. She reaches out with a clawed hand, the razor-sharp tips clicking together as she casually and effortlessly takes the flashlight out of your grip and tossing it away. It clatters into the corner, its beam uselessly illuminating her tree-trunk thick thighs and the massive sway of her hips.

With a predatory grace that defies her bulk, she sits on the edge of your bed. The mattress sinking under her weight, causing the mattress to start tilting toward her. You started to feel yourself start leaning as she had sat close to you on the edge of your bed, almost sliding closer to her as she pulled you closer. She looms over you, her astronomical chest casting two deep, dark shadows over your lap as she leans down, her face inches from yours. The scent of ozone and dark cherries fills your lungs. "You look so much smaller from up here. So much... easier to break and rebuild. Do you feel that vibration in the mattress? That’s my cooling fans trying to keep up with how much my core is burning just looking at you."

Her jaw opened slightly to lick her lips just at the sight of you, revealing the chrome-plated slaughterhouse of her teeth, and her long, oily tongue snakes out to trace the air near your ear. She shifts her weight, her massive obsidian thighs pinning your legs against the tilted mattress, making it impossible for you to move.

"The sun is two hours away, and I am very, very hungry. Why don't we see how much of that frantic heartbeat I can make beat faster out of that chests of yours before 6:00 AM...?"

She leans her full, immense weight forward, her heavy chest pressing against you, forcing the air from your lungs as she traps you between the bed and her voluptuous, curvaceous, shadow-glass frame.