Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20190914004023/@comment-33398500-20190925174951

“Hello, Victor!”

I was sitting quietly at the bar, mulling over what happened in a rather strange dream I had last night, when I heard my name called out. Looking up, I saw not one of my usual friends, but a purple half-woman, half-horse wearing a hood and looking downright tipsy, leaning in and attempting to ‘show’ her cleavage, despite the well-covering clothes she was wearing.

“I heard you like bad girls. Well, you’ll love me, because I’m bad at everything…” she was now crying as she slumped over my table.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, confused as I stood up and stepped over, attempting to help steady the tipsy nightmare.

“I ish sho bad at everything!” the nightmare now wailed, her despair palpable, despite the increasing redness in her face.

Not wanting to comfort her out of this state right here in the open, I quickly paid for what I had already gotten, and started to lead the girl along. “Come on, let’s get you someplace a little more private.” I offered, attempting to help her along.

“Gotta warrrrn you…” she then started “If you are trying to shedush meh, I ish bad at shexsh toooooo…”

Holy crap, this girl is wasted.

“Come on, you need to go lie down, or just stand down, or whatever.” I responded, unsure how it was centaur-type mamono actually slept.

Once I had gotten her back to my apartment, after several unsuccessful attempts to figure out where she lived from her drunken rambling, I laid her down in my bed, and was starting to go lie down on the couch when two hands grabbed my wrist. “Noooooo~ Lovey-dovey needsh to shtaaay~” she then told me, dragging me back onto the bed with her, where she started to cuddle me possessively “Ish mien~” she then stated, a mere moment before she fell asleep.

It didn’t take long in her warm embrace and the softness of my bed for me to fall asleep as well.

However, it didn’t feel like I ever actually fell asleep, as I had a rather strange dream where a woman lay cuddled up to me, much like she had, and we just laid there like that until I woke up.

Well, that was strange, I wonder if-

However, my thoughts were interrupted by a rather disgusting noise coming from my bathroom, in front of which a hood and heavy clothing lay discarded. Sitting at the edge of my bed, I could hear the noise again, causing me to shake my head a little.

''Not surprising, considering how drunk the poor girl was last night. ''

Letting her stay in there for a while, I decided to wait before attempting to fix breakfast, as it might just set her off again.

A while later, as I was playing around on my phone on my couch, I watched as the nightmare stepped out of the bathroom, looking around for her hood and clothes, which I had put in the wash, considering how messed-up they were.

“What- where-? Ugh…” she looked around, sounding stressed-out as she still likely felt a pounding headache right now.

“Coffee’s on the counter if you want it.” I offered, pointing to where a still-steaming mug was sitting, having prepared it for her when she got out.

However, the instant she turned to look at me, she dashed into my room, hiding from me. “Wh-wh-what are YOU doing here!?” she demanded, sounding more scared than anything else right now.

“This is my apartment. I brought you here after you started crying that you were bad at everything to calm down a little.” I stated, before asking “How did you know my name, by the way?”

Able to see the smallest bit of the nightmare’s face reveal itself from around the corner, she turned beet-red at my question and darted back behind the wall. “I, well, umm, that is to say…” she stammered, attempting to get something out that she didn’t want to admit. “…I may have… been in your dreams before…”

''No wonder that girl I cuddled up to in my dream felt familiar! I’d had other weirdly-intimate dreams like that about her!''

''But wait, didn’t nightmares ravish the guy in his dreams? I don’t remember anything like that.''

“I think I remember now…” I responded, before nodding a little “…yeah, you look like that girl that keeps showing up in my dreams when I’m dating a girl, or snuggling up and watching a movie. I like those dreams.”

“Nooooooo!” she again cried out in despair. “You’re not supposed to like that! Nightmares are supposed to seduce the guy in his dreams and have their way with him! You’re supposed to be her plaything by then! I just… can’t do it!”

Heaving a sigh, I finally realized what she meant when she said she was bad at everything: she was bad at being a normal nightmare. She didn’t want to use me like a toy in my dreams and get her energy. In fact, I don’t know if she had gotten any from me in any of the times she visited me. “Please, come out here, miss.” I requested, getting her coffee off the counter.

“No! I can’t! It’s too embarrassing!” she protested “I’m naked, and you’re the guy I can’t even try to seduce right in a dream!”

“Then I’m coming in.” I responded, walking in slowly with a coffee cup as she fell back into the corner of my bedroom.

“Please, don’t come closer!” she told me, looking scared, as if I would harm her.

“I won’t. I just wanted to give you your coffee. Besides, if you wanted to spend time with me like you’ve been doing in my dreams, you don’t have to be in my dreams. It’s kinda lonely here, and I was starting to think those dreams were just me pining for a girl to spend time with or something.” I then told her, sitting down next to the desk I set the coffee on.

“B-b-but I’m a freak! A failure of a nightmare who’s been energy-starved for months now because I’m too much of a coward to take you in your sleep!” she again protested, flailing as she said this.

“Just because you’re shy doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. Come here. Please.” I persisted, but not moving toward her at all. If she wanted anything to do with me, she’d have to come across the room to me.

It took a moment, but she took a single, nervous step forward, then another, and another, until she was standing next to me, rather tall with her centaur body while I was seated. “I’m here~” she stated proudly, taking a step back when I stood back up, but accepting the coffee now and starting to drink.

“That you are. You can stay a while, if you like. It’ll take a bit to get over that hangover you’ve got, and your clothes will still be in the laundry a while.” I informed her as I briefly patted her on the side. I wanted to pat her on the head, but it would doubtlessly aggravate her hangover.

As soon as I touched her, she turned deep red again as if just remembering she was naked. “Eeep! Don’t look!” she protested, before taking my blanket and wrapping it around her like a cape, covering herself for the most part.

This girl, I had to admit, was utterly adorable.

As the day went by, we ended up watching a movie or two just as we had in my dream, though she was weighing far more on me than she had before, owing to her lower horse body. I knew she desperately wanted to be on top though, like she had been then, so I tried not to let it bother me.

Having cleaned herself up not long after regaining her composure, I found myself kissing her not long into the movie, which I started as a brief thing, before she finally gave into her long pent-up feelings and pulled me into a deeper one, before we then practically splintered my couch with her eagerness, unable to hold back after the dam of her restraint had first cracked, then shattered, resulting in having to move to the bed after the couch was broken. Even after I passed out from exhaustion, she refused to let me simply rest, the woman from before back, but far more aggressive once she knew I felt the same.

I really hope I survive this.