#nighthorror

Dream slammed his hands on the table. “I just don’t get why you keep them around, brother! You’re just starting to get over the corruption from that apple, but they egg you on and wheedle and get you to relapse every time! I’m not saying you should stop being friends with them. Friends are good. I just don’t think living with them is the best thing for you.”

Nightmare chortled. “You really think they’re not good for me? Your best friends are a soulless being who can’t remember shit to save his life and a walking mask for bipolar depression. My boys will at least admit their faults. Anyways, they’re more than just friends. They’re family.”

Dream pouted. “No, they’re not! I’m your only family now that mother is gone.”

“Snrk. Not that kind of family, dumbass. They’re the kind that can be more...useful.” Nightmare’s face spread into a grin.

“I can be useful, too!” Dream stamped his foot impetuously. “Anything they can do I can do better! I promise!”

Nightmare eyed him up and down. His brother certainly was cute. He was a good size, too. He’d be so wonderfully tight around him… “Alright. If you’re so confident about that then you wouldn’t mind putting up a little wager, would you?

Dream puffed up with innocent pride. “I wouldn’t mind at all! Wager whatever you’d like, I’ll match it!”

Nightmare grinned an evil little grin. “Fine, then. I say you won’t be able to pleasure me and one of my boys at the same time. If you lose, you have to move in with the boys and me at the castle. If you win, I’ll move in with you. Deal?”

Dream hesitated. He hadn’t been thinking this was about sex. He thought it was about chores and stuff. Did he really want to wager this over his ability in bed? He was...really, really inexperienced. No one really wanted to fuck him. They all saw him as too pure. Would it really be all that bad to live with people who looked at him like an actual living, breathing, thinking being? And just the thought of being used like that was making him wet…

“Okay, you’re on. Just not with Slayer. I really don’t want his ghost of a brother watching.”

“Deal,” Nightmare said with glee, “Let me round one of them up. You know where my bedroom is. Go on up there and prepare yourself.”

Half an hour later Horror opened the door of Nightmare’s bedroom on a delectable sight. Dream was sitting on the bed, his ecto-body summoned and straining the fabric of his outfit. His legs were bare and looked absolutely tasty. His face was flushed with golden light. The outline of his nipples could be seen through his shirt, and a slight stain on the bed spoke of a wet entrance ready to be fucked.

“heh. the big guy said there was going to be a meal in here, but he didn’t say it was going to be so sweet. i’m going to need to get some cavities filled, if you know what i mean. heh.”

Dream’s blush spread further, lighting up his neck and chest even brighter. Horror sauntered over and climbed on the bed. He adjusted Dream until he was on his hands and knees. He pulled up his shirt to expose those pretty breasts of his. They were pendulous with large areolas- but not so large that they would hurt his neck. Then horror slipped down his pants and exposed Dream’s pussy. It was painfully obvious that no one had ever fucked that opening. His hymen was stretched to cover most of his vaginal opening.

Horror winced. “you should have told him this would be your first time. it’s going to hurt no matter how long i stretch it. i might be a bit of a bloodhound, heh, but he’d kill me if he knew i’d hurt you.”

Dream whined. “Why does nobody ever want to fuck me? I thought you would jump at the chance to deflower me.”

Horror chuckled weakly as he began the process of stretching that little skin flap. “we’re evil, star boy, not assholes. and i didn’t say we weren’t going to fuck you. we’re just going to have to be more creative in how we do it.”

At that very moment the door to the bedroom burst open. Nightmare strode in, his tentacles slamming the door behind him. He was hard on the furniture. They had to replace the doors and windows in the castle at least once a year. Horror stiffened and saluted, “bad news, nightmare. shiney here didn’t think to mention that no one’s ever fucked him before. his hymen is tight.”

Nightmare swore. His tentacles reached out to feel Dream’s pussy. “I knew you were stupid, Dreamy, but not this stupid. I’m calling the bet off-”

“No!” Dream tried to sit up, but Horror held him down. He massaged the tight muscles of Dream’s back.

“What I was going to say is I’m calling this bet off because you need to move in. I’ve heard Ink bragging about having fucked you, but if he didn’t even have the decency to take care of you then he’d not safe to be around. Not while you’re sleeping, anyway. I’m not going to ask you to give him up. I just want you to be safe.”

“But-” Dream protested.

“we’re still going to fuck you, star boy,” Horror reassured, “you deserve some good loving.”

Nightmare stroked Dream’s ass with one tentacle while another slowly stretched him. He gestured Horror over to the other’s head.

Horror lovingly caressed Dream’s right eye socket. “i bet he used that pretty little mouth of yours, so how’s about i show you a different good time? can you dismiss your eye light for me, star boy?”

Dream looked up at him searchingly for a moment. Then the eye light vanished. Horror stroked the edge of the socket one last time before he slowly inserted his thumb into the hole. Dream’s surprised gasp turned into a moan.

“heh. knew you’d like that. slayer tried it once on me. i’ve been hooked ever since. you okay with me putting my dick in?” Horror asked.

Dream nodded, then gasped again as Nightmare inserted a thin tendril into Dream’s vagina. He thrust it shallowly in and out while another tentacle fiddled with Dream’s clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it brother? Having something filling you up. Makes you want more, yes? For me as well. I’ll add magic slowly so you’re safely stretched out. Let me know if it hurts. Okay, brother?”

“I’ll tell you, brother.”

Horror lined up with Dream’s socket and said, “same goes for me, shiney. tell me if you’re in any pain. we’ll find a way to work around it.”

“I’ll tell you both if there’s-” Dream began.

“-No,” Nightmare said with authority, “You’ll tell any sexual partner you ever have. If a pain is ever unexpected and unwelcome, you speak. There’s too many bad feelings that can come out of sex to leave it to chance. And when you speak you should be listened to. If you’re not, you can tell the monster that they’ll be getting a visit from me and my boys. Understand?”

“I understand, brother,” Dream said, chastised. He’d assumed that only good feelings could come out of sex because, as the God of Positivity, that was all he’d ever felt. When he’d been with Ink...well, he’d thought he wasn’t doing it right. Ink said there always was that much pain. Dream hoped the creator had been ignorant rather than deliberately wrong. Ink could take a lot of abuse, but Nightmare’s gang would hold back nothing if they thought one of their own had been hurt. Dream wasn’t sure when he had become “one of their own”, but it was clear he was now. It felt kind of nice. Ink wouldn’t have taken vengeance for him if he were hurt; he’d forget or get absorbed in the story. And Blue...he had enough problems of his own.

“Good,” Nightmare nodded. Then he signaled for Horror to push in. He did, and Dream moaned. It was a little shaky, but definitely a happy moan. It was followed by another when Horror pulled out and Nightmare pushed in with a slightly thicker tentacle. They soon set a pace, one pulling out while the other pushed in, and every so often Nightmare increased the diameter of the tendril in Dream’s pussy. They fucked in complete silence apart from Dream’s moans. Their eyes were completely focused on the skeleton between them.

Before long, Dream’s moans were broken by something else. They stopped and he stuttered, “I- I feel- something’s- I’m-”

“Let it come, brother. It’s an orgasm. They feel good.”

Dream protested, “But- you haven’t cum yet! I thought we all would cum together?”

“sometimes, yeah, but not every time. and you can cum more than once in a row, too,” Horror explained.

“We’ll get there, brother. This is about you. No, don’t feel guilty about this. I can feel you doing it. Stop right now,” Nightmare nagged.

Horror chuckled. “once you’ve tapped out we can help each other finish. that’s why there’s so many of us. so no one’s ever left out or feels forced.”

“I never thought of tha- AH!” Dream’s orgasm hit him unexpectedly. He clamped down on Nightmare, who kept on thrusting to extend his high.