Dox Paradox
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 13, 2009
Dox sighed in the nether, his mind swirling in intricate spirals and complex patterns as pure boredom prevailed in the land. This was in fact the domain of dreams, but it was but one part of the nether and was his home and the home to other creatures that fed from the dreams of the living and amused themselves when they felt the need to. Dox was tired of the endless black that prevailed the sleep of most creatures and though he found a few cute little females dreaming soft little dreams that he could quickly turn into them being hotly stuffed in any manner he choose that to had become a bore to him. He just simply didn't feel the urge to invade any number of the finer specimen's dreams and even the idea of raping a few of them to turn the dream into a night mare that have them waking up in a cold sweat with hot liquid pleasured dripping from their pussies had no effect on him. What he wanted was out, and the idea of feeling a hot pussy of flesh and blood pumping heatedly through her body in pleasure was the thing he truly desired.
These thoughts had his mind contracting and swirling tightly to form the body he felt the most comfortable in. The appearance of a wolf with a pelt as black as midnight and a bright red fur that covered his muzzle, and trailed down his neck, chest, stomach, crotch, and over his ass and tail seemed to beg any and all to pet and touch. Of course he was nude, and floated easily through the blackness and even more oddly encountering one of his own. She in fact had been bored as well until he had appeared to float by and contracted into a form that suited her tastes and desires. The resemblance she chose to bare would have been disturbing but Dox knew full well the sadistic and twisted sense of humor and desire his kind had, and she had chosen a curvy, and yet smaller version of his own persona that featured a cutely cut short hair and blue fur that enhanced her bust and the roundness of her hips and ass.
A growl issued from Dox, and a little moan from her as he watched her bend over and rub her backside in invitation. Yes he was bored, and though he couldn't feed of her emotions like a true being in the real world and it would only tire the two of them out, it was better to have something to do and every now and then it was good to fuck and become fatigued than the continual sex without any slowing down.
These thoughts had his mind contracting and swirling tightly to form the body he felt the most comfortable in. The appearance of a wolf with a pelt as black as midnight and a bright red fur that covered his muzzle, and trailed down his neck, chest, stomach, crotch, and over his ass and tail seemed to beg any and all to pet and touch. Of course he was nude, and floated easily through the blackness and even more oddly encountering one of his own. She in fact had been bored as well until he had appeared to float by and contracted into a form that suited her tastes and desires. The resemblance she chose to bare would have been disturbing but Dox knew full well the sadistic and twisted sense of humor and desire his kind had, and she had chosen a curvy, and yet smaller version of his own persona that featured a cutely cut short hair and blue fur that enhanced her bust and the roundness of her hips and ass.
A growl issued from Dox, and a little moan from her as he watched her bend over and rub her backside in invitation. Yes he was bored, and though he couldn't feed of her emotions like a true being in the real world and it would only tire the two of them out, it was better to have something to do and every now and then it was good to fuck and become fatigued than the continual sex without any slowing down.