So, its been a few weeks since I've done one of these. Partly because I just didn't feel like it, and partly because I didn't feel I had anything interesting to share. However after last night I believe that I may. Besides, I felt it might be nice to distract from the insanity of the real world with some possible insanity from my own little personal world.
So here we go.
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It began with me walking down a dirt path in a rather generic forest. I'm wearing what appears to be some simple leather-esque armor, and I have a sword loosely tied to my waste, along with what looks to be a small traveling sack on my back. As I continue along the path, I hear what sounds like a small animal crying in pain. Going against my better judgement, I walk off the path into the forest.
A few moments later I come upon a cluster of trees, in the center of which I can hear what is now definitely the sound of a small animal in pain; peering in I see a small sliver fox with its hind leg caught in a bear trap. And this big, ugly, brick wall of a man walks up to to it and smacks it across the face.
"Ay, shut up you little git! Ye be barely big enough to worth the trouble o'killin ya. Can't even make a'hat outta ya!" *another smack*
Not being a terribly fond of animal abuse, this does get me in a way that a saner man probably would've let go. I step into the trees.
"I'm sorry sir, but what are you doing?"
"Aye? I be trappin. Its what I do. And this 'ere little git just happened into a trap meant for a much larger beast. 'ardly worth the effort."
"It might seem so, but I must ask why you haven't put the creature out of its misery yet. It quite obviously appears to be in a great deal of pain."
"Who you be telling me what ta do boy?"
"It simply seems that you appear to be torturing this animal, rather than trapping it for any purpose."
"I told ye it was not meant for it!"
"Regardless, you're still letting it suffer."
"Aye, screw you boy!"
With that, the man hefts what would've been a regular sized axe for any other man, but to him barely amounts to a hatchet, and hurls it at me. I easily step to the of it, and then just as quickly take the few steps forward needed to break the man's throwing arm.
"Gah! Fuck you boy!"
Using his other arm, the man tries to grab for his sword. Even as he does, I draw a small dagger I had hidden in my waistband put it through the man's throat. He chokes, fumbles for the dagger, then stumbles and falls over, dead.
"Thats how you put an animal down. Quick, clean. No mess." I say as a pick my dagger back out of his throat and wipe it off on his jacket. I turn to the little fox, still stuck in the trap, but no longer making any sound. It just stands there, staring at me. I walk over and crouch down in front of it. The logical part of my brain is telling me that I should just kill it as painlessly as possible; after all, that is the merciful thing to do. However, something about its eyes, just staring back at me, prevents me from even trying. Rather, I pry open the trap, and it limps out, letting out a few whimpers as it hops along.
Going even further from common sense, I catch it 'round the belly and lay it down on its side. She, as I notice, doesn't struggle but just continues to stare at me as I reach around and fish some bandages out of my pack. I bandage the rather nasty wound, hoping it will at least do something. Then looking back over her, I reach over to pat her on the head. Surprisingly she doesn't even attempt to nip at me; she just sits there, looking content, if a bit distressed. A thought just pops out though, one I can't help saying, even with no one else around.
"Wait....since when are foxes silver?"
Dismissing it as a mere oddity, I get up to walk away. This however gets a response; she begins to growl. I stop to turn and look at her, and she stops and stands up, and hobbles off in one direction. I shrug and turn to keep walking, and again, the growling. I turn around again, and she looks at me, and then keeps walking.
"Ok....so you want me to follow you?" No answer.
"Fine." I sigh and begin walking after her. Of course, since being injured its easy for me to keep up, but after a few minutes she starts to growl again. I bend to see what is wrong with her, and she attempts to climb up onto my shoulders. When I stand back up, Io have to grab around the belly and rear in order to keep her from falling. I hold her closer to my chest to keep from falling, and to my surprise she begins to wag her tail.
"Wait.......now you want me to carry you in this direction?" The wagging continues.
"What the hell kind of fox are you?"
Having nothing else better to be doing (and probably lacking a good deal of common sense too) I decide to keep going. Now cradling the fox like she was a baby, I walk for some time before it begins to get dark. Deciding its too far to keep going as the fox has shown any signs of interest yet, I stop to make myself a fire and a camp for the night. I place the fox down and make myself a small fire. She sits down next to, looking at me expectantly.
"Let me guess. You're hungry, and have no interest in any the bread I brought with me for this trip?"
*Tail wagging*
"Fine. Let me go see what I can catch."
It doesn't take me too long to find and catch a decent sized rabbit. I bring it back, skin it and cut a decent sized chunk off for the fox. After cooking the rest, I sit down to eat it when I notice the fox hasn't touched any of hers yet. Figuring that she couldn't be that hungry after her ordeal, I let it slide. However, as I eat she gets up and hobbles over to me, climbs into my lap and attempts to take a bite out my part of the rabbit.
"HEY! What the? Oh, so raw rabbit isn't good enough for you? Fine, Princess, I'll cook your part too."
So I cooked her part as well, and when I put it down in front of her, she proceeded to absolutely devour it with I speed I did not think possible for an animal of her size. After I'd finished and put out the fire, I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with Princess curled up sleeping on my chest. Sitting up and putting her on the ground, I get ready to keep going. After re-orientating myself, I go to pick up Princess when I notice the bandage has fallen off; not only that, but the wound has completely healed. Any sane person would've taken off for the hills at his point, but I was too far into this to give up now. I picked her back up, now that she was awake and groggy and decided that my leather sleeve would make a nice chew toy.
After a few hours of walking, I come across a log house. In the middle of the woods. With no clear paths to or from it. Stranger still, it looked like it had been used recently. At the sight of this house, Princess leaps out my arms and dashes straight under the porch. Ignoring common sense again, I walk up and open the door. Inside seems cozy enough; it seems to be a simple kitchen with a table, and side room and a bedroom. As I go inside I notice fresh flowers on the table; no dust or dirt anywhere. Ignoring the feeling I have to just book it and run, I find myself in the bedroom. Looking around I find a comfortable looking-bed, one that doesn't look like its been used for a few days. I notice a closet, and decide to check it.
"HOLY GODDESS!"
Inside is what appears to be a very fine collection of women's clothing. And in this collection on a shelf is a stack of bras. Absolutely gigantic bras. Not being a master of women's clothing, I can only guess at the size, but they strike me as at least being an G-cup.
Then in the most sultry voice I've heard (or thought of) I hear "Oh sweetie, don't you know its rude to go peeking around a woman's house?". I spin to face the voice and find my self face-to-face with a woman. A naked woman. A very attractive, obviously the owner of the bras woman.
"Of course, one can't fault you for being curious, so I guess its ok, this time."
After managing to pry my eyes off her......body, I notice three other things: she has silver hair, fox ears and 9 fox-like tails.
"But...I...what....who?" I stammer.
"Oh come on, you didn't seem nearly this flustered around me, your little Princess, earlier sweetie." she said, giggling. Several things snapped into my head at this point:
1: This was her house.
2: I've been carrying around a fox demon for the last day a half. A nine-tailed fox demon at that.
3: I've basically been groping a hot woman for the last day and a half.
4: I've basically been groping a hot demon for the last day and a half.
"Wait......you're the fox? That means I've been carrying you around for the last few days......but that also means that you didn't actually need my help with the trap then. So why didn't you do anything?"
"Why would I do something when a big, strong man like yourself was more than willing to save me?
she purred, pressing up next to me.
"Okok. I get it. But now that you're safely home, I think its time I go back on my way."
"Awww, but why? You don't really want to leave little ol'me all by myself out here in the woods, do you? Besides, I haven't even thanked you for saving me yet."
"Well, no, but I...um...I.....you see I should really...."
*laughter* "Oh don't be silly. I think you can more than afford to stay for a little while. Who knows? Maybe I'll go with after we're done here."
*At this point, the dream becomes too hazy to remember, and I woke up, so thats it.*
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So Escapist, what is your expert opinion? Am I (still) insane? Deep-seated issues? Really just need to get some? Or are you just confused as hell after reading all that?
Oh, and as usual, here is the after picture, since I didn't have any pictures in the main post this time.
So here we go.
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It began with me walking down a dirt path in a rather generic forest. I'm wearing what appears to be some simple leather-esque armor, and I have a sword loosely tied to my waste, along with what looks to be a small traveling sack on my back. As I continue along the path, I hear what sounds like a small animal crying in pain. Going against my better judgement, I walk off the path into the forest.
A few moments later I come upon a cluster of trees, in the center of which I can hear what is now definitely the sound of a small animal in pain; peering in I see a small sliver fox with its hind leg caught in a bear trap. And this big, ugly, brick wall of a man walks up to to it and smacks it across the face.
"Ay, shut up you little git! Ye be barely big enough to worth the trouble o'killin ya. Can't even make a'hat outta ya!" *another smack*
Not being a terribly fond of animal abuse, this does get me in a way that a saner man probably would've let go. I step into the trees.
"I'm sorry sir, but what are you doing?"
"Aye? I be trappin. Its what I do. And this 'ere little git just happened into a trap meant for a much larger beast. 'ardly worth the effort."
"It might seem so, but I must ask why you haven't put the creature out of its misery yet. It quite obviously appears to be in a great deal of pain."
"Who you be telling me what ta do boy?"
"It simply seems that you appear to be torturing this animal, rather than trapping it for any purpose."
"I told ye it was not meant for it!"
"Regardless, you're still letting it suffer."
"Aye, screw you boy!"
With that, the man hefts what would've been a regular sized axe for any other man, but to him barely amounts to a hatchet, and hurls it at me. I easily step to the of it, and then just as quickly take the few steps forward needed to break the man's throwing arm.
"Gah! Fuck you boy!"
Using his other arm, the man tries to grab for his sword. Even as he does, I draw a small dagger I had hidden in my waistband put it through the man's throat. He chokes, fumbles for the dagger, then stumbles and falls over, dead.
"Thats how you put an animal down. Quick, clean. No mess." I say as a pick my dagger back out of his throat and wipe it off on his jacket. I turn to the little fox, still stuck in the trap, but no longer making any sound. It just stands there, staring at me. I walk over and crouch down in front of it. The logical part of my brain is telling me that I should just kill it as painlessly as possible; after all, that is the merciful thing to do. However, something about its eyes, just staring back at me, prevents me from even trying. Rather, I pry open the trap, and it limps out, letting out a few whimpers as it hops along.
Going even further from common sense, I catch it 'round the belly and lay it down on its side. She, as I notice, doesn't struggle but just continues to stare at me as I reach around and fish some bandages out of my pack. I bandage the rather nasty wound, hoping it will at least do something. Then looking back over her, I reach over to pat her on the head. Surprisingly she doesn't even attempt to nip at me; she just sits there, looking content, if a bit distressed. A thought just pops out though, one I can't help saying, even with no one else around.
"Wait....since when are foxes silver?"
Dismissing it as a mere oddity, I get up to walk away. This however gets a response; she begins to growl. I stop to turn and look at her, and she stops and stands up, and hobbles off in one direction. I shrug and turn to keep walking, and again, the growling. I turn around again, and she looks at me, and then keeps walking.
"Ok....so you want me to follow you?" No answer.
"Fine." I sigh and begin walking after her. Of course, since being injured its easy for me to keep up, but after a few minutes she starts to growl again. I bend to see what is wrong with her, and she attempts to climb up onto my shoulders. When I stand back up, Io have to grab around the belly and rear in order to keep her from falling. I hold her closer to my chest to keep from falling, and to my surprise she begins to wag her tail.
"Wait.......now you want me to carry you in this direction?" The wagging continues.
"What the hell kind of fox are you?"
Having nothing else better to be doing (and probably lacking a good deal of common sense too) I decide to keep going. Now cradling the fox like she was a baby, I walk for some time before it begins to get dark. Deciding its too far to keep going as the fox has shown any signs of interest yet, I stop to make myself a fire and a camp for the night. I place the fox down and make myself a small fire. She sits down next to, looking at me expectantly.
"Let me guess. You're hungry, and have no interest in any the bread I brought with me for this trip?"
*Tail wagging*
"Fine. Let me go see what I can catch."
It doesn't take me too long to find and catch a decent sized rabbit. I bring it back, skin it and cut a decent sized chunk off for the fox. After cooking the rest, I sit down to eat it when I notice the fox hasn't touched any of hers yet. Figuring that she couldn't be that hungry after her ordeal, I let it slide. However, as I eat she gets up and hobbles over to me, climbs into my lap and attempts to take a bite out my part of the rabbit.
"HEY! What the? Oh, so raw rabbit isn't good enough for you? Fine, Princess, I'll cook your part too."
So I cooked her part as well, and when I put it down in front of her, she proceeded to absolutely devour it with I speed I did not think possible for an animal of her size. After I'd finished and put out the fire, I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with Princess curled up sleeping on my chest. Sitting up and putting her on the ground, I get ready to keep going. After re-orientating myself, I go to pick up Princess when I notice the bandage has fallen off; not only that, but the wound has completely healed. Any sane person would've taken off for the hills at his point, but I was too far into this to give up now. I picked her back up, now that she was awake and groggy and decided that my leather sleeve would make a nice chew toy.
After a few hours of walking, I come across a log house. In the middle of the woods. With no clear paths to or from it. Stranger still, it looked like it had been used recently. At the sight of this house, Princess leaps out my arms and dashes straight under the porch. Ignoring common sense again, I walk up and open the door. Inside seems cozy enough; it seems to be a simple kitchen with a table, and side room and a bedroom. As I go inside I notice fresh flowers on the table; no dust or dirt anywhere. Ignoring the feeling I have to just book it and run, I find myself in the bedroom. Looking around I find a comfortable looking-bed, one that doesn't look like its been used for a few days. I notice a closet, and decide to check it.
"HOLY GODDESS!"
Inside is what appears to be a very fine collection of women's clothing. And in this collection on a shelf is a stack of bras. Absolutely gigantic bras. Not being a master of women's clothing, I can only guess at the size, but they strike me as at least being an G-cup.
Then in the most sultry voice I've heard (or thought of) I hear "Oh sweetie, don't you know its rude to go peeking around a woman's house?". I spin to face the voice and find my self face-to-face with a woman. A naked woman. A very attractive, obviously the owner of the bras woman.
"Of course, one can't fault you for being curious, so I guess its ok, this time."
After managing to pry my eyes off her......body, I notice three other things: she has silver hair, fox ears and 9 fox-like tails.
"But...I...what....who?" I stammer.
"Oh come on, you didn't seem nearly this flustered around me, your little Princess, earlier sweetie." she said, giggling. Several things snapped into my head at this point:
1: This was her house.
2: I've been carrying around a fox demon for the last day a half. A nine-tailed fox demon at that.
3: I've basically been groping a hot woman for the last day and a half.
4: I've basically been groping a hot demon for the last day and a half.
"Wait......you're the fox? That means I've been carrying you around for the last few days......but that also means that you didn't actually need my help with the trap then. So why didn't you do anything?"
"Why would I do something when a big, strong man like yourself was more than willing to save me?
she purred, pressing up next to me.
"Okok. I get it. But now that you're safely home, I think its time I go back on my way."
"Awww, but why? You don't really want to leave little ol'me all by myself out here in the woods, do you? Besides, I haven't even thanked you for saving me yet."
"Well, no, but I...um...I.....you see I should really...."
*laughter* "Oh don't be silly. I think you can more than afford to stay for a little while. Who knows? Maybe I'll go with after we're done here."
*At this point, the dream becomes too hazy to remember, and I woke up, so thats it.*
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So Escapist, what is your expert opinion? Am I (still) insane? Deep-seated issues? Really just need to get some? Or are you just confused as hell after reading all that?
Oh, and as usual, here is the after picture, since I didn't have any pictures in the main post this time.
your dream sounds interesting XD i am working on my dream recall and more vivid dreams one will come with the other because i want more of that and more lucid dreams dreams are the best better then all TV and the youtube there just so cool i would list one for you but i have not started my dream journal yet and i can remember like 5 small parts of dreams i was like on a tiet rope over a water fall pit in order to get a airhead or something like that but yes awesome dream it probably dose not mean much remember we still dont know why we have dreams so that's about it and yay for demon fox groping?