Lies and Dreams
Quick story, first upload, oneshot, enjoy.
Her soft paws drew slowly down my bare chest...
The red fur tickling me as she rode on...
I could see her smile, as she blushed with our shared passions...
Her eyes half lidded in lust and intense amounts of love...
Love that I gave back...
Love that seemed to join our souls together in this moment of passion....
I could hear her...
Her short, strong gasps of air...
Her breathless words that I could hear forever without tiring...
How I wished to reciprocate such words, and did without hesitation...
Oh, how we danced, me and my love...
My vixen...
My other half...
My soul...
...
My lie...
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It always ends the same...
The dream, as I go to sleep every night as I have for the past nine years...
I find myself in that dream...
...
I start with opening a door that I do not recognize...
I find her in the kitchen...
Or the living room...
Or the study...
Or even the bed room...
Each time the meeting is a little different...
Yet, each time she is always ecstatic to see me...
Like she had known me forever...
We greet with a hug and a passionate kiss...
Sometimes we talk, though I never remember about what...
I simply remember the sound of her voice...
Her soft, melodic, beautiful voice...
We sit together, my vixen and I, her tail wrapped around my waist...
My arm over her back...
Our teasing of each other starts innocently...
Working over each other’s bodies...
Learning each other all over again...
And each time we eventually break down and allow our carnal desires drive us to its inevitable conclusion...
And, just as we expend ourselves...
I awaken...
Awaken to a world without her...
A world where I am alone...
And each time, a small piece of my soul is left behind...
With her...
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When it began, I was afraid...
Fearful of this creation my mind conjured...
Of what it could mean...
I was so narrow minded then...
I believed that such relationships, with a creature that held the features of an animal...
Were wrong...
...
But no...
I was wrong...
So very, very wrong...
But I remained afraid, not only of her, but how I felt around her...
Because I felt no fear when I was there with her...
Only love...
Love so vast I could drown in it...
It nearly drove me mad...
And I nearly had myself committed...
Were it not for the night that changed everything...
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That night, when I entered that nameless place of meeting, I managed to speak...
To her...
And the first thing I asked of her...
Was not who are you, or what are you, or even where am I...
But why...
Why did she love me so...
Her answer shocked me...
She loved me...
Because I simply completed her...
I made her whole...
I was her reason to laugh, to cry, to get up each morning, and go to sleep each night...
Without me there...
She would have broken long ago...
...
When I awoke, I pondered her words...
Harder and longer than anything I had before...
In the end however...
The only answer that shone out to me was...
That she loved me...
For me...
For who I was...
Not my body...
Or my mind...
But for my everything...
For my soul...
...
This is what broke the chains that bound my reservations and fear to me...
In all my life, I had people say they loved me...
But there were always strings...
Chains...
Weights that was attached to the love...
Money, sex, position, prestige...
These chains bound them to me...
And eventually were what caused my previous relationships to die...
She, though, she just loved me because I was there, because I was me, and no one else, and that I loved her in return...
...
This revelation broke the cage that shackled my soul and upon my realization of it I could not help but crow with joy...
I remember dancing, and laughing at nothing...
I remember running through knee deep snow that had accumulated on my lawn in naught but my robe and slippers...
I was light as a feather, as free as the stars in the sky...
She loved me, because I was simply what she loved! WHO she loved and the matters of race or species meant nothing...
How long had I wished to the heavens for such a thing...
That moment, made her the most beautiful creature on the face of the universe to me...
Any fear of the strangeness of it all was gone...
And in its place...
Only unyielding love...
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Now...
Now my soul and heart breaks for another reason...
It is because it is a lie...
A god damn LIE...
None of it is real...
She isn’t real...
Not here...
Or anywhere outside my dreams...
...
I cannot stand to be away...
Even for the briefest of moments, from her...
The pain of my heart when it realizes it has again and again been torn from its other half...
Is excruciating...
And nearly too much to bear...
But bear it I will...
Not for me...
Not for myself...
But for her...
As now I fear...
That if I cowardly end my own pain...
I will leave her to an even greater agony...
Of living on...
Without me...
...
An unacceptable thing...
So I endure...
And hang on to any shreds of hope I can find...
Hoping for an answer that may never come...
...
I hope...
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Eureka...
EUREKA...
Yes...
A shred...
Nay a piece...
Not a full answer but perhaps a key to that unyielding door...
My dreams...
With her...
Are not actually DREAMS...
How do I know this...
Because we have sex...
...
I see I may have lost you...
My dream...
Always ends when we finish sating each other’s passions...
Were it all JUST a dream...
Evidence of such a thing would abound...
But NO...
Instead, I wake each time in the same position I laid to rest in...
No tossed pillows...
No ruffled comforter...
NO soiled sheets...
Nothing...
...
If it really were all in my head, then my wet dream would have spilled over into the waking world at least a few times...
Especially the times she and I had gotten more adventurous with each other...
But no, nothing, no evidence of any tricks of the mind commonly associated with such things...
It is proof of one thing...
My mind...
And perhaps my entire body...
Are not present in the waking world when I am with her...
Now to test the theory...
I will record myself...
And see if I vanish into the night...
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Even with failure, my answer is given...
The recording I made failed...
And yet it succeeded...
It gave the answer...
I hope...
...
My body remains...
It doesn’t move...
But I can still see the transition...
It is subtle...
Almost too subtle...
And yet it is there...
It is in my motion...
Or lack thereof when I enter her world...
To put it simply when my body goes to sleep...
All the little motions associated with REM sleep are nonexistent...
No eye movement, no micro muscle twitches...
My body seems to just stop in time...
And only resumes motion when I awake in the morning...
...
It answers so many questions...
And raises so many more...
...
I need medical equipment...
Brainwave recording devices...
This will cost me...
But no price is too high...
I must succeed...
For both of us...
For our future...
In the words of Joseph Stalin: “Not one step backwards.”...
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Two years...
Two years of waiting and saving every penny...
I have acquired the machines...
And I know how to operate them...
The internet is a wonderful thing...
...
I am ready...
Now I will know...
...
The results were better than I hoped...
This dream is not a lie...
When I awoke to see the results...
The answer it gave shocked me...
My brainwaves, the very thing that should never stop...
Flatlined...
For the entire duration...
At first I thought I had disconnected a wire...
But no...
When I checked the camera...
I never moved...
Just like before...
And what’s more...
The neural patterns stopped...
At the exact same time I entered that dream...
The timestamps on the machine and camera confirm that...
...
It means only one thing...
...
My mind is no longer present within my body once the dream starts...
This being said...
I must find a way for this to help me...
I need an expert...
...
I know where to look...
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Friend...
I have had a few over the years...
Now I call upon one of my last...
A doctor...
And a confidant...
He will help...
...
When I showed him my results, he was skeptical...
He could not believe the results were real...
But I insisted...
He tested me himself...
...
And when I awoke...
He was amazed...
...
He said that he thought I had passed on...
But any attempts at resuscitation failed...
He thought me dead...
Until I had woken a few hours later...
...
I told you so would have been cruel at this point...
...
So, with great hesitation...
...
I told him my story...
...
Once again his skepticism raised its ugly head...
Yet this time the evidence crushed it before it could fully manifest...
Now he is worried...
He has many experimental leads...
But no solid answers...
I would be lying if I was not a little disappointed...
But I must press on...
He gave me a list...
Places that had these experiments...
He saw my desperation...
He knew he could never drive me from this...
I must succeed...
For her...
He wished the best...
And gave me luck...
I thanked him...
And told him...
Goodbye...
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One after the other...
They failed...
Drug therapies...
Mental exercises...
Ritualistic séances...
...
All failed...
Now I have but one more...
One more trial...
This has to work...
It has to...
I cannot fail...
...
I will not fail...
...
The machine cost me greatly...
But it was worth it...
It was invented by some dream scientist...
A man who wished to control dreams themselves...
A madman...
Or a genius...
Either way...
He gave me the machine...
...
An odd device...
Meant to bridge the gap between wake and sleep...
It works in tandem with my neural patterning device...
It triggers a specified electrical charge...
That matches with the moment I enter the dream...
The purpose is to supercharge the transmission to every cell...
Sending my body to the dream along with my mind...
...
Please god...
Let this work...
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...
...
I awoke more slowly than before...
...
My mind gathering itself...
I remember the night with her...
When I entered...
Everything seemed so vivid...
Like I was seeing it for the first time...
Yet our ritual was the same...
But at the same time so different...
It felt new somehow...
Better...
...
But I have awoken...
And I failed...
I look at the window...
The late spring sun shining in through the curtains...
And it all feels so empty...
I lie there for what seems an hour...
Contemplating what went wrong...
...
I shift slightly...
And at that moment...
...
I FROZE...
...
A weight...
Not of my own weighs down upon my right side...
A weight that tickles as I shift...
With the speed of a glacier I move my left arm to lift the comforter...
Ever so slightly...
...
To see a crimson furred triangular fox ear peek out at me...
In a flash I practically tear the comforter and sheets away to reveal...
MY VIXEN...
...
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My utter elation must have scared her so...
To suddenly be ripped from slumber by a scream of joyful whoops...
And spun around the room like a ragdoll...
Before being bone-crushingly hugged half to death...
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Yet through it all her first question to me was if everything was well...
Oh my soul, how I love you so for that...
...
And yes...
EVERYTHING was well...
Better than well...
It was perfect...
Absolutely PERFECT...
And I told her that over and over again that day...
The day I made...
So that we would never be apart...
Ever again...
...
If anyone finds this journal...
In that now empty house...
Know that I am free...
And if you have love waiting for you...
Do what you must so that you may never part from it...
...
And may your dreams fly...
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Police Report Template
POLICE REPORT
Case No: 2347599-34 Date: 05/21/15
Reporting Officer: Deputy James Briar Prepared By: Deputy Mark Rutt
Incident: Forced entry, missing person(s)
Detail of Event: neighbors complained of poor upkeep of property and bad smell emanating from residence, squad car is dispatched, confirm poor upkeep and smell. Door knocked, bell rung, no answer. Reported to central dispatch, forced entry authorized. No body, smell was rotten produce in refrigerator. Residence appeared abandoned. Signs of habitation within a few weeks prior to arrival, single male, age/name unknown, John Doe, (inferred). Reported as missing.
Actions Taken: residence and property thoroughly searched, no body or signs of struggle, place sealed, pending sale at liquidation auction. Personal affects registered with county courts, to be sold.
Summary: previous occupant left under odd circumstances. No foul play, missing persons report filed, all affects sold to auction. Case determined cold. No further actions taken.