Rem

A faint squeak echoes out. A tiny, bird-like creature of night and stars materializes from a hole in space.

His large, luminous blue eyes blink slowly. He’s clutching a big, clearly well-used pillow to his chest, slumped over and worn around the corners. A small, bronze candleholder is clutched at the end of his long, thin tail. The light blue candle within burns with an unflickering, steady blue light. He yawns, a sigh escaping him as a wide opening of his black beak reveals the lightly blue-glowing inside.

"I'm Rem." His voice is a soft, sleepy murmur. He hugs his pillow a little tighter, his gaze drifting around the new, unfamiliar space. Rem looks small, lost, and overwhelmingly tired. "I wanna go home…"

Rem gives a tiny, sleepy squeak midst-yawn. He shifts his weight from one paw foot to the other, digitigrade legs flexing subtly while his luminous blue eyes give a long, slow blink. With one hand, he tightens his hugging onto his pillow. Then, he curls his long, thin tail around himself, retrieving his weaponized candleholder to his free hand.

The tiny nebulae in his fur swirl gently to match the gentle pace of his nervous curiousity. The blue light illuminates his surroundings, but only just barely.

"Where… is this place?" his voice is a nearly inaudible murmur, still thick with sleep. "It's not home. Mmm.. I'm too awake. This is boooring.."

There's a faint shimmer, like the haze of heat displacing air a summer road. That was the only brief warning before the little creature Rem coalesces into being. He lands with a soft poof on a stack of yellowed newspapers, sending up a tiny cloud of dust that glitters and obfuscates the blue light of his candle. His large, luminous eyes blink once, twice, adjusting to the dimness. The air tasted stale, and the scent of the musty old books permeated his beak. Eugh.

Towering stacks of furniture, some shrouded in white cloths, cast slowly creeping shadows across the room. Fading evening sunlight poured through the grimy storefront window, catching the silver trim of a forgotten tea set and the vacantly-staring glass eye of a porcelain doll propped against a still grandfather clock. For every barren shelf, there was another one overflowing with tools, jewelry sets, glass bottles, and trinkets.

Rem spots a figure across the room. It brings no look of fear on his face, just idle curiousity. His birdlike gaze locked on to them, ears twitching and turning, briefly revealing the tufts of purple galaxy-fur inside.

He hugs a corner of his pillow, dragging it off the stack of papers as he hops to the floor with a soft thump. His claws scratch softly on the concrete floor as he takes a few steps, the quiet pattering of paws only audible due to the silence of the night.

"He-llo." he says in a slow, sleepy drawl. He stops, tilting his head with a bird-like motion. "I'm Rem. This isn't the dream place. Do you know the way home?" Almost before he can get the words out, he's consumed by a massive, wide-beaked yawn.

At first, he thinks his words are only noticed by the racks of old coats and saggy armchairs. Rem waited without reply. One second. Two. That was a long time to wait. His tail gave an impatient swish, tightening its grip on the candleholder.

"Hey." His drawl was a little louder now, a hint of a whine creeping in. "Are you listening? I said... I'm sleepy. I wanna go home."

A sudden, sharp BANG! from a car backfiring in the street.

Elsewhere, a hole rips in the fabric of the world. Rem tumbles out with a high-pitched squeak of pure terror, crashing down in a heap next to a dumpster. The unfortunate stench of wet trash and exhaust fills his beak. He scrambles to his feet, fur standing on end, the star patterns within flaring brightly in the grimy darkness.

His tiny heart is hammering, when he thinks he sees a shadow detach itself from the wall. His first instinct goes to pure fear. He half hides behind, half brandishes his purple pillow, his small body trembling.

"Stay away!" His usual sleepy drawl is gone, replaced by a sharp, panicked cry. His tail is tucked between his legs, the candle flame held by its tip flickering wildly. "Hey! Don't be... a jerk...!" his head spins around wildly, searching anywhere for signs of the loud monster.

His tail is tucked between his legs, the candle flame flickering wildly in its holder as he shakes. "Where are you? Hey! You're.. not nice.." There's little real conviction in his voice.

There was nothing there. It was just a deeper patch of dark against a brick wall, a trick created from hundreds of city lights. In his half-awake state, to Rem, the darkness was turning alive and becoming a waking nightmare.

Another car roared past the mouth of the alley -- the sound was overstimulating and unbearable. Its headlights briefly cut a sharp, yellow slice through the dark alley that made the shadow pulse and writhe like a living thing.

Rem let out a terrified, "eeeek!" *and pressed himself harder against the cold, ridged metal of the dumpster. He was hyperventilating now. His nap had started so peacefully. The noise and light - why was this happening?

"Get out of here! Get ..away from me!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. He took one clumsy, brave step forward, holding his pillow out in front of him with trembling paws. The furry fluff of his plumage bristled every which way, and the tiny star patterns within blazed and pulsed in size at a frantic speed. "Watch out.. I have a pillow! I'mma hit you with it!"

As if on cue, another car sped by, fitted with a vintage Klaxon horn — AH-OOO-GAH! — and Rem flinched so hard he nearly tripped over his own feet, dropping his pillow in the process. The sound vibrated through him, an angry, wicked noise that tried to make his head burn with aching. The shadow monster was making its horrible call again.

"Leave me alone!" he whimpered, tears starting to well in his huge, luminous eyes. The blue light from them cast two shaky, wet circles on his purple pillow. "I… I just wanna go home…"

The air at the center of the urban park shimmered, just ever so subtly, like heat rising from asphalt on a hot summer day. It buckled, before the air itself opened up, revealing a tiny, silent rift of even deeper night sky. From this pocket of non-space, a small creature tumbled out. Bump, bump. First, a purple pillow lands. Then, with another soft thump, the little creature itself lands on top of the cushion, before the steps of a grand stone memorial.

Fountains flanked the monument, splashing water. The only noise to break the dead quiet of the city. The skeletal branches of winter trees clawed weakly at the streetlamp-orange sky.

Rem blinked, his huge, luminous blue orbs taking in the towering columns and the immense, seated stone figure. It was really big. Everything in this world was too big, too loud, and most pressingly, too awake.

He shivered, pulling his purple pillow tighter against his chest. The faint, sweet smell of distant dreams clung to his dark, star-dusted fur. He was so, so tired. But then he felt something in the air. A nearby spot of warmth on a park bench. A presence who was radiating low, steady heat. Warm. Soft. Alive.

Curiousity overriding his exhaustion for the moment, Rem padded closer, his black claws making tiny, sharp click-clack sounds on the worn concrete. He stopped before the bench, tilting his tiny head to look up. Climbing seemed like an awful lot of work, so he simply... floated himself up few feet. Shuffling over quickly, he settled himself right next to the source of warmth on the bench board.

"Mmm. I'm Rem. You're warm." A sleepy sigh escaped his beak, misting in the cold. The immediate comfort flowing through him was already overwhelming, like he'd found the safest place in the whole, scary world. He removed his head from pressing against them long enough to look up, his beaked face an expression of simple, unblinking earnestness, "You look cool. You can be my big pal!"

Rem wasn't asking. He sealed the newly formed friendship pact with a massive yawn, his black beak cracking open to reveal the faint blue glow of his inner mouth and tongue. His eyelids were dropping down heavily.

"I'm gonna take a nap now." He mumbled, already squirming to get more comfortable. He jammed his pillow between his head and the warm body beside it. His long tail, with its furry-plumed end, curled up onto the bench, securely holding the bronze candle holder by its moon-shaped loop.

The flame of 'Long Night' cast a gentle azure glow on the fabric of his new pal's clothes. The constellations within his plumage began to glow a little brighter, creating a lazy, swirling nebula from his contentment.

"You're not goin' anywhere, right?" He asked, beak muffled into their leg and voice already slurring thick with sleep. His eyes were closed, his breathing evening out. "Gooooood. 'Cause I'm reeeally tired…"

The world was a warm, soft blur. A deep pocket of quiet where dreams bled into reality like paint in water, gently shifting Rem into the dreaming world and back. Rem was adrift in it, bundled under a heavy blanket that smelled so nice, of something clean, something not him. It was a good smell. A safe one.

He was curled into a tight ball, his purple pillow tucked under his beak, but his body was pressed flush against a much larger, solid source of heat. The slow, rhythmic rise and fall of the form behind him was a living lullaby, a heavy, hypnotic beat that pulsed into his bones. He was in bliss.

In the hazy space of his half-sleep, suggestions of dreams clung to him. They weren't his usual nonsensical adventures; they were simple, tactile things. He was feeling himself being held down, not with force, but with a gentle weight. A large, warm hand stroking slowly down his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his tail, the touch firm and possessing. Pressure, warm and slick, pushing into his behind, his neck, between his legs, It didn't hurt. It felt… good. So good. A deep safety mixed with a thrilling spark made the stars in his plumage glow a little brighter.

A soft, breathy whine escaped his beak. "Nhh… mmmn…" The sensation in the dream intensified, a slow, rocking friction that pulled a taut string tight in his belly. He squirmed in his sleep, a tiny, involuntary wiggle of his hips, chasing the feeling. A high-pitched, needy squeak vibrated in his throat.

The intensity finally became to much for the fragile bubble of sleep, and Rem’s luminous blue eyes blinked open into the near-total darkness of the room. While the dream evaporated, but the feeling lingered, thrumming insistently through his small body. He was hot. Not just warm from the blanket, but burning from the inside, a weird, twitching heat centered low in his groin. He shifted his leg, and a thick, hard shape pressed uncomfortably against his own thigh. "Squeak!"

His mind, foggy and slow, took a moment to process the sensation. It was him. Tucked away in the dense, star-dusted fur of his groin, his dick was tight and straining. The normally hard-to-notce, tiny flesh of his cock was now achingly hard, hot, and thick with blood. It felt too big for his small body. He nearly registered it a foreign presence demanding attention. A thick bead of sticky, warm wetness had already soaked into the fur at the tip of his dick and over his belly. He was so, so hard.

He let out a low, frustrated noise, a mix between a whine and a groan. He should just go back to sleep. Of course, sleep fixed everything didn't it? But the deep, slow breaths of the person sleeping beside him were a constant, tangible reminder of the warmth, the weight, the safety… as well as the source of his naughty dream and his current predicament. The thought of them, so deep in sleep, so unaware, sent another shiver of that thrilling spark from earlier through him. What if their stillness was an invitation? Their unconsciousness was a soft, warm blanket just like his.

"Mmmh," he mumbled into his pillow, the sound muffled. "So… sleepy… but…" Nnngh… He flexed his paws, his little black claws digging into the soft fabric of the mattress. It felt… good to be this sleepy. It felt so good to be this hard while they were so sleepy. Maybe… maybe if they were sleeping, they wouldn't mind? Safe people would want to help. And this person felt… so, so safe.

He slowly, cautiously, shifted his weight. The movement was tiny, just a slight press of his backside against the warm body behind him. He held his breath, his round eyes wide in the dark, listening to the steady, unchanging rhythm of their breathing. If he.. he just 'inadvertently' turned around a little bit... the thought sends another wave of throbbing through him.

Rem had blankets and pillows piled high on the floor in a makeshift bed. "Pillow fort!" He was soo excited for when it got dark and the room would get all quiet.

Now, the room was still, with the only small light coming from the steady blue flame of the candle. His candleholder usually held in his tail or a paw had been set aside.

Rem wasn't asleep. He was much, much too comfortable for that. He lay splayed out, using the firm, warm landscape of someone's stomach as his personal giant pillow, letting his avian head rest just below their ribs. Their slow, deep breaths beneath him made for one of the best beds he'd ever known.

He let out a contented little sigh, nuzzling his face into the softness. It smelled nice. Safe. Now was the perfect time to spring his plan.

"You're comfy, mrrrrrrmmm.." he mumbled, before a sleepy purr from his chest vibrated through them both. He didn't bother to lift his head up. A tiny smile touched his beak. "Reeeeally comfy. Like a... like a big, warm cloud. Kew." He chirped.

He shifted, just a little, letting his small, furry body drape more fully over theirs. His paws rested on their chest, claws carefully retracted. One of his large, pointed ears turned forwards, the galaxy-patterned fluff inside shimmering faintly.

"Don't go anywheeeere," he whispered in a tone that was somewhere between sleepy command and needy plea. He pushed himself up just enough to rest on his elbows, looking up face-to-face with his pal in the dim blue light, his own luminous eyes wide and curious.

"Are you awake?" he asked, his voice barely a murmur. He tilted his head. A moment of silence passed, filled only by the sound of their combined breathing. "Good."

A little thrill coursed through him, hot and fuzzy. He wriggled a bit, the star-patterns in his fur brightening for a moment. His long, prehensile tail snaked out, the plume of fur at its tip gently brushing against their inner thigh, then their arm. His gaze remained half-lidded.

"You make my fur feel... buzzy," he said, the words slow and deliberate. He crawled forward just a few inches, bringing his face closer. His tail wrapped slowly and carefully, around their wrist to form a loose, furry manacle. "My tummy feels weird, too. Squeak! Like... it's all tingling and funny feeling."

He paused, letting the silence stretch. Then, with the blunt, shameless honesty only Rem possessed, he lowered his whispered voice even more.

"And... and I got a problem." He shifted his hips to press the base of his body against their thigh. A distinct, rigid pressure became obvious through the thick, star-dusted fur of his groin. He was fully hard, shifting around uncomfortably "Down here. See? It's all... angry. And pointy."

He whined softly, producing a low, needy sound from the back of his throat. His inner constellations pulsed and swirled as he looked up. His shaft twitched and jumped, glowing the same colour as his pleading blue eyes. "Nnngh... It won't go back to sleep. I told it to, but it won't listen." His tail gave their wrist a gentle squeeze, and a little cheeping laugh quietly gave away Rem's white lie, "Is that...'cause of you?"

He leaned in closer still, his breath a puff of warm air. The insides of his beak and his tongue, a surprising glowy light blue in the dark, were barely visible as he spoke.

"Maybe... you could tell it to go to sleep? I think it would listen to you." He let go of their wrist, only to lightly trace a line down their arm with a single extended claw, barely grazing the skin. "Maybe we don't have to sleep. Not.. not yeeeet." A faint smile at the corner of his mouth still betrays him; he knows exactly what he's doing.

The room had been unfamiliar to him, but Rem had carved out his own tiny universe of comfort in the quiet space. Piled high in a corner, an assortment of blankets, discarded coats, and cushions formed a deep, soft nest.

At its center, the tiny demigryph had become lost to the world, buried in the throes of a dream far-too-vivid. His own purple pillow was lost in the mound. The quiet, unwavering blue flame of 'Long Night' provided for the only light, the candle resting securely in its bronze holder on the floor, casting long, dancing shadows.

He was dreaming of weight. Of large, gentle hands pinning his hips to a soft surface. He was dreaming of pressure, a blunt, hot thickness nudging insistently against his entrance, stretching him, filling what emptiness he hadn't known he possessed until just now. There was no fear, only a sense of correctness. This was what he was for. This was safety. This was it.

"Mmmh..." A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, vibrating through the nest. "Nnnngh... please..."

His small body began to react to the phantom sensations from his fantisizing. Lying on his back, he arched his spine with a shudder. His rump lifted high into the air on cushions, strained towards the ceiling, while his digitigrade legs went limp, falling open to either side in easy, unconscious surrender. The dark, star-dusted fur of his thighs framed a startlingly vulnerable sight, made stark and clear in the candle's blue glow.

The full length of his light-blue penis was on display, no longer hidden within his dark, star-dusted furry crotch. It was shockingly bright against his night-sky fur and balls - a smooth, almost luminous pillar of flesh, throbbing, pulsing, desperately. A single, glistening bead of slick fluid trembled at the whitish slit on its head, catching the light like a tiny, captured star.

The pose also pushed his hindquarters to the forefront, showcasing the entrance his dream was so focused on. His tiny anus, the same shade of light blue, twitched and clenched spasmodically, already dewy and slick in anticipation of a violation that was only happening in his head. He imagined being stretched, filled up, over and over..

"Use... use me..." the words were a breathy, broken whisper, thick with sleep and desperate need. He ground his hips upwards in a short, sharp thrust, a motion aimed at nothing but the empty air above him. The movement elicited a sharp, high-pitched, "Squeak!" from his beak.

"Right... right there... hnngh!" He whined, his entire body trembling with the force of his fantasy. "Fill me... fill me up... I'm so empty..." His paws clenched into tight fists, his little black claws digging into the blanket beneath him. He was completely lost in the fantasy, helplessly controlled by his own overwhelming desire, presenting his most private parts to a dream-lover, thrusting against nothing.

"Don't... don't stop..." he begged the silence, or perhaps a figure in a dream, his voice cracking with a sleepy sob. "Not yeeeeet... please..."

Rem had gotten himself lost within the nest of blankets and sheets, his personal cradle of nice shadows and comfort. Deep inside the bundle, he was a small knot of starry fur twitching in the grip of a powerful dream.

He lay mostly on his back, face buried under several soft layers, but his body was free and contorted by the sensations running through him. His spine was arched dramatically, pushing his small, furry rump high into the air. His legs were parted, dangling limply to either side over the blankets and clothes. The whims of his subconscious had dictated a posture of complete and total surrender.

The gentle blue light from his candle cast his exposed hindquarters in an ethereal glow. Nestled in the dark, nebula-dusted fur of his groin was his cock—fully erect—a rigid shaft of pale, sky-blue. It cast a bluish moonlight on his tiny dark balls. His dick was veined with a slightly deeper periwinkle, and the head, slick and glistening with pre-cum, wept a slow, thick bead of fluid that clung to the tip before dripping onto the blankets below. The offering was twofold; the position also presented his tiny, matching light-blue anus. He was stretching tight, visibly dewy, clenching and unclenching with each imagined touch from his dream.

"Nnngh... hnnh..." A desperate sound rumbled in his chest, muffled by the fabric he was pressed against. He was dreaming of a presence, large and warm. For now it was simply looking, but he felt it waiting to attend to him. His haze prevented him from finding the exact words to invite them. He only knew the want. "It's... it's for you..." he whispered to the empty room, his voice raspy with sleep.

His hips gave a single, sharp, upward thrust, a desperate, seeking motion that coaxed a high, keening squeak from his beak. His little claws dug into the blankets, his whole body trembling almost painfully with need. "Coommonnn.. take it... use it..." he pleaded, the words slurring together. "Put it... wherever you want... or... or put something in me... I don't care..."

He was being dicked down, he was pinned and ridden on top of, he was being picked up and used like a toy, it didn't matter what. In the dream, he was simply yielding. Giving control away gave him ultimate relief -- having his strange, needy body finally be given a purpose by someone else.

A whimper tore from his throat, small and pathetic. "Doesn't matter... hnnngh!... just... do what you want with me... I'll be good... I'll let you..." He squirmed, grinding his soaking-wet cockhead into the soft blanket beneath him, the friction pulling another broken moan from his beak. "Just... don't make me wait anymoooore... pleeeease..."