I Dream of Succubi

Blinking his eyes repeatedly, Flash Sentry strained to adjust as blinding sunlight spilled in from between the blinds. He laid sweaty and naked, wrapped up in clinging bedsheets. Hands swept through his wet, spiky hair, his lips smacking in attempt to remove a sour taste from his mouth. His temple throbbed when he tried to recall what had recently happened.

Stumbling out of bed, he padded over to the shower, the water steaming around him when it hit his bare skin. He'd hoped his morning ritual would wake him up, but even after he toweled off, brushed his teeth, and dressed his muscles still ached and his limbs felt weighted. Yet he couldn't afford to miss class, and after a quick snack he hurried out the door to school.

Shortly after he settled into his desk at class, darkness threatened to set in. It certainly wasn't helped by another of Cheerilee's bubbly if otherwise boring lectures. At least she was easy on the eyes, with the way her blouse and skirt hugged her figure!

His eyelids were heavy, the classroom blurry. Cheerilee pointed to some pornographic display charts which showed close ups of male and female genitalia. “...a volunteer to demonstrate?” She turned to him. “How about you, Flash?”

While the details were a little different it was like deja vu all over again. With a sultry sway of her hips she strutted forward, undoing her clothes on piece at a time, letting them drop behind her. Soon she was down to her undergarments, Her ample breasts almost bounced out of her lacy black bra, which she unlatched, letting them sway free and knock together.

While he studied her wide nipples, she cheerfully beamed, looping her fingers into the waistband of her matching silk panties and shimmying out of them with a wiggle of her child-bearing hips. Stepping out of them, she was soon practically in his face.

Her busy was neatly trimmed and frame her tight vulva. She raised her arms, posing for him and slowly turning to show off her plush buttocks. Spinning back to meet him with feigned innocence, Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer arrived at both his sides, beginning to put on a similar striptease. They were grinning, teasing him, and he couldn't look away if he wanted to.

Pretty soon their tits were suspended all around his face, crushed together, begging him to play with them. His pants were straining, imagining all the ways he could squeeze, suckle, and slap them, wishing he could bust a nut all over their fleshy hills.

“Which one first?” Cheerilee slowly licked her lips. “Don't worry, I won't be jealous!”

Just when it was about to get interesting he snapped back to awareness. A few of his friends were scattered around the room, but sadly none of them were close enough for him to chat with. Checking his watch it appeared less than a couple minutes had passed despite the length of his dream. Cursing under his breath, he tried to focus on the chalk-covered blackboard.

However soon he was back in the hallways when Twilight and Sunset first stormed into his life, trapped in a dream-like haze which made him constantly question what was real anymore. They were squabbling over him, pulling him in different directions, but he was too sluggish and delirious to care much. In truth he just wanted to rest, but they wouldn't let him, would they?

The crowds around them were moving past like they were in treacle. Again he looked to a clock, noticing the time was all wrong, but doubted this was one of Discord's usual pranks. Was he trapped in some hellish version of a groundhog's day; always teased but never able to find satisfaction? He considered just slipping away while they were engaged.

Suddenly the pair were rebuffed by an invisible force when a dome formed of energy manifested around him. Twilight's face fell in visible, pouty disappointment. “Awww....that's hardly fair. Or any fun, at that.”

By contrast Sunset snarled. “Who the hell has the power to do this?!”

Before they could debate this latest turn of events Flash stirred back to reality. Gentle hands shook him, and he stared into Cheerilee's eyes, so close he breathed her perfume. “Are you not feeling well?” She managed a sad smile. “If you've taken ill, you should visit Counselor Cadance!” Her warm hand laid atop his own, giving it a tender squeeze.

“Sure. Thanks.” He forced a grin of his own and rose. She started to offer him in arm, but he absentmindedly rebuffed it, stumbling out of the class and into the empty hallway. With hands in his jean pockets he wandered on, tennis shoes echoing with each clumsy step. Unable to concentrate, he simply pushed himself onward until he reached his destination.

Cadance beamed bright and opened her door before he could start to knock. “Please, come in!” He followed her inside, the woman taller and more voluptuous than anyone he knew of save Celestia and Luna. Her blouse and skirt clung to her voluptuous frame, hips and buttocks swaying with slow, exaggerated motions while she made her way back to her desk.

“Now, take a seat and tell me what's the matter?” Awkwardly he settled across from her.

“Well...” He explained all his troubles with sleep recently...leaving out all the sexual details. Maybe it was her pleasant, judgmental-free demeanor, but he found it terribly easy to spill his heart to her.

“I see. How about this?” Reaching into her drawer, she offered him a packet of herbal tea. “This should help you relax!”

“Uh, thanks.” He pocketed it. “Guess I'd better head back.”

“Oh, take your time.” She winked at him, slowly uncrossing then recrossing one of her shapely legs, clad in sheer silk stockings; he even caught a tease of her frilly pink panties housed below. “It does get rather lonely in my office.”

Was she flirting with...? No, that was ridiculous. Just another fantasy with all the teasing he'd been experiencing recently. Should've jerked off in the shower, he figured. With a wave he let himself out, closed the door, and released an exhale.

*****

Later that day Flash returned home, mixed up the herbal tea like suggested, and turned in a bit early. Shutting the blinds and throwing off all his clothes, he slumped into the sheets and almost instantly drifted into a deep slumber. In contrast to his usual sleep lately, all the tension seemed to drain out of him and a lazy smile crossed his face while he sprawled out.

He found himself seated amidst a grassy field, dressed in his usual casual attire. Twilight and Sunset appeared at the same time, twisted into their scantily clad demonic selves, and started to strut over with a shake of their hips. However now he felt far more clear-headed and asked, “What do you two want with me? I mean, aside from the obvious...?”

“I'm obviously best suited to please you,” said Sunset with a hand on her hip.

“No, I'm far superior to her!” Twilight stared her down with arms crossed.

He tried to drown out more of their incessant bickering, content to simply breathe in the fresh air, enjoy the sunshine kissing his skin and the mild blue skies with nary a cloud. It was practically paradise and made him feel like a child again.

It was like a portion of his memories were missing. Like parts of his dreams were somehow being censored. Their interference, he presumed? They were obviously desperate to maintain their hold, but he'd be ready for them from now on.

A familiar third voice chimed in, “You two have certainly made things difficult for me.”

Twilight and Sunset immediately reverted to their civilian disguises, save for their wings which remained visible.

The trio turned in unison to see none other than Cadance herself, smiling at them with a twinkle in her eye. However she had a silhouette of her own wingspan framed behind her, one which dwarfed their own...