Ned groaned as his alarm clock struck his ears with piercing, unrelenting bips. He reached out an arm from under his covers and pressed the button to turn the clock off. Blinking his groggy eyes, he sat up and faced the black hole of darkness of his room. The night sky outside, still barely before sunrise, reflected onto the dark blue walls and floor of his room and stopped it from getting any lighter. He groaned again and slipped his tired corpse out of bed.

Ten agonizing minutes of getting ready later, Ned finally dragged himself into the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal while his brain tried to process everything around him. His younger sister, Ivy, often told him he looked as though his body woke up but his brain didn't bother. Being in the middle of high school with a mind that wasn't like everyone else's, constant anxiety was always in Ned's presence as well as mild depression. A whole eight hours of sleep was hard to come by anymore.

At least this time he managed to pour the milk into the bowl.

"Hey," yawned Ivy, walking in from her room, "Ya beat me this time."

Ned drew out a long breath. "Yep," he said, slowly munching on his cereal, "Somehow."

Ned himself was a normal height-five foot six to be exact-and had straight brown hair with deep brown eyes that looked black from a distance. His skin was pasty white, especially noticeable when he wore his favorite t-shirt and his arms were uncovered. What was worse was that an ugly rash had developed under them and, while not painful, certainly disgusted an inordinate amount of people. Ned was becoming plump-not as rotund as his mother, but certainly more wide around the waistline than his sister. Well...sisters. Constant stress from school piled up and caused him to develop bad habits such as nail-biting and feeling obligated to eat more than his body told him to. And the fact his mother was hardly ever home wasn't helping, either. Even when she was, there was something clearly off about her, and it frightened Ned to think about what could be happening to her. Both he and his sisters were on the same level of suspicion, but no one ever brought it up.

His younger sister, Ivy, was a year younger than him and presented an almost entirely different set of physical characteristics. She had green eyes, freckles, red hair tied neatly into pigtails and often wore orange clothes to match her hair. She presented a constant aura of happiness, or if in a bad mood, simply kept a content persona. She was thin and kept herself in good shape, though she was not as smart or as wise as her brother. Often things she discovered he had first, and he had a much better sense of creativity than her. She could admit she was a bit jealous, but doing so would not benefit her at all, she realized. She was absolutely certain that often times her mother would not look the same when she came home some nights...she would have a much thinner figure and had more anxiety than she normally would. Her hair would be a deeper shade of purple than before. But the most damning detail was that she would constantly forget her own children's names. Her real mother always got it first try.

"So," Ivy asked, popping a slice of bread into the toaster, "How'd you sleep?" Ned gave an emotionless shrug. "Pretty good, I guess," he muttered without misery in his tone. He shoveled another spoonful of bran and raisins into his mouth.

"Any dreams?" Ivy asked, "I had one."

Ivy and Ned were an interesting pair of siblings. While they seemed totally different in both physical and mental characteristics, they were good friends and often shared the same experiences in the same way. For example, they had the same dream nearly every night and neither one could explain why. It wasn't very disturbing, though; they had fairly nice dreams, hardly ever any nightmares despite Ned's constant anxiety. But this time was different...

Ned swallowed. His eyes focused on a particular part of the wall, spaced out deep in thought. "Yeah...yeah, I did," he said, "A nightmare, actually."

Ivy's expression turned serious for a moment. "Wait, really? You NEVER have nightmares!" she said, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I know," Ned affirmed, "I don't know why, but for some reason my subconscious must have been overwhelmed by anxiety or guilt…"

"What was it about?" Ivy asked, "The nightmare, I mean."

"Well...I have no idea, actually," Ned told her, "I was just...watching this weird stop-motion animation in my head of this creepy-looking figure walking up to our house, and it just ends with eerie music and the words 'What is it that you think you see?' in the color red. It was disturbing."

Ivy nodded. She startled for a moment as her toast popped out of its slot. "That IS weird," she murmured, "Was the figure human?"

Ned closed his eyes, momentarily reviving the memory. "No," he said, "It was...it looked like one of those models mom was making for the Strip Club she works at. The bear. It had these little things crawling all over it, too. Like...three of them, I think."

Ivy bit her lip. "Not quite sure what to make of that," she said, "I had a dream like that, too, except for the stop-motion part. All I remember is the text saying 'What game do you think you are playing?' and 'What have you brought home?'." She took a small bite out of the crispy bread slice.

"That's bizarre…" Ned acknowledged, putting his fist to his chin in thought. "I wonder what they mean…"

A light illuminated the kitchen and startled both of the teens. "What the fuck are you two doing up at six o' clock in the damn morning!?" asked an angry voice.

"Sorry, Candy!" Ivy apologized, "We were just helping ourselves get used to the idea of having to wake up earlier for school. It's coming up in about a week, you know."

"I don't give a rat's ass!" the voice belonging to Candy snarled, "Get your butts back in bed NOW and stop making so much noise! Jesus."

"You're in a huff this morning," Ned uttered smoothly, not even stumbling once over his words, "Got up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin'?"

"None of your goddamn business!" Candy snapped, "Go the fuck to bed!"

Ivy finished the rest of her toast and stood valiantly against the angered teen. "You're gonna have to MAKE us."

"LET ME OUT!" Ned cried, banging his fists against his bedroom door, "Let me out! I'm sorry! CANDY!"

After a few minutes, Ned found himself weakening, the bottoms of his fists red and purple from the force exerted onto the white wooden door of his room. He knelt to the ground and held his hands in pain, an agonized expression laid plainly across his face. "Ow…" he muttered to himself. He didn't often hurt himself, so any hit he received was enough to force a tear.

He gave one more forceful leap against the door, only being met with hysterical laughter from his older sibling because she knew he was failing miserably at the simple task of being able to fend for himself. But in the end, the only things he succeeded in were proving his worthlessness.

"Sorry, twerp," Candy giggled, "But some of us deserve a little shut-eye. Wouldn't you agree?"

"FUCK YOU!" Ned shouted, now rubbing the side of his head that hit the door. He had made such an impact that a small dent had formed in the door where his jaw had been. "Ow…" he moaned again.

"I wouldn't say that to someone who owns the key to the outside of your door," Candy taunted, "Now pipe down and fuck off. I'm going back to bed."

"You can't do this to us!" Ned yelled, "MOM! CANDY LOCKED US IN OUR ROOMS!"

"Mom left for work, dumbass," Candy snapped. Then she left, leaving Ned all alone with his thoughts...his thoughts and his old toys.

Ned gave the door a final kick and balled up next to it. He let out a long sigh and let a tear trickle from his eye. "Fuck my life," he muttered miserably.

Ned had a frequent habit of finding himself in situations against his will simply because everyone who picked on him was bigger and MUCH tougher than he was. He didn't bother becoming any leaner or meaner because he didn't want to and didn't see a reason to. It was just an exercise in futility, at least the way he saw it.

But someone else in the room had faith in him.

"Hey...hey, Ned!"

Ned picked up his head. "Huh?"

"Ned! Over here! On the bed!"

Ned wiped his red eyes and slowly made his way to his bed. His favorite teddy bear, a yellow one with a purple top hat and bow tie, white tank top and torn jean shorts sat there with a wide grin on its face. And life in its eyes…

"What did she do?"

Ned gasped. The bear sat there, smiling brightly as a voice whooshed past his ear. It was communicating with him in a tone that was sweet and smooth.

"She locked you in your room again, didn't she?" it asked.

Ned rubbed his arm and bit his lip as he nodded. This was a bizarre experience for him...his favorite toy had just talked to him! What the hell was he supposed to think?

"Don't be scared," his bear told him softly, "I am here with you."

Ned's breathing stilled as the bear stopped talking. He waited for it to say more, but its voice refused to rise up again.

"I-I'm not scared of my sister," Ned told it as confidently as he could. He was still shaken by what he just heard.

"I know you aren't," the bear said, "Ivy is kind to you, a good friend. You are mortified of Candy, though."

Ned's eyes widened. "H-how do you know our names!?"

"How could I not? You say Ivy's name all the time when you touch yourself."

All the color disappeared from Ned's face.

"You always scream and shout at Candy for locking you in your room like this. And I know your name because I've been your favorite toy ever since you laid your eyes on me."

Ned's cheeks bursted into a deep shade of red and his whole face became hot. "Y-you really know everything about us, don't you?"

"Naturally," the bear said smoothly, "I've been around so long, I had time to get to know all of you."

"B-but why did you start talking NOW!?" Ned asked, his blush still clearly present, "And why just to me? Why not to Ivy or Candy?"

"Because I trust YOU, Ned," the bear explained, "Because you were the only one who treated me with respect. I also trust you because I know how good you are at keeping secrets!"

"What? Why?" Ned asked, "Ivy and Candy are equally as good at keeping secrets!"

"As if. They would probably tell everyone at school that your stuffed toy started talking to them the very next day. And nobody would believe them. But you know very well that everyone would think you were lying and/or crazy if you told anyone. You know better because you're more down-to-earth than they are. That's why I trust you."

Ned's eyes darted to his bedroom door. They then flew back to the doll. "You're right," he admitted, breathing uneasy, "But why are you talking to me? Like, what do you want me to know?"

"I am here to tell you that everything is okay, Ned," the bear reassured him, "And that I will always be here to comfort you when you need me."

Ned shrugged, an eyebrow raised. "Ooookay?" he said.

"Trust me, Candy will be properly dealt with when your mother gets home. She always does."

"Uhh...sure," Ned agreed. The only time he could recollect when Candy was properly dealt with was when Ned was a baby. So, the chances of that happening had to be slim to none.

"It'll be alright. You'll see. Later, Ned!"

"Wait! What's your name, anyway?"

"What do you think my name is?" the bear asked, "It's what you've been calling me all along!"

"Okay...Goldie," Ned murmured. It was a ridiculous thing to call it since he knew the actual name of the character the toy was based off of.

"Uh-oh! Candy's coming back. I gotta stop talking to you, and you gotta get back in bed! Hurry!"

Ned quickly shut off the lights, threw off his shoes and scrambled back into bed. He shut his eyes tight and tried his best to seem asleep as his eldest sister slammed open the door and threw her alarm clock at his head. "OW!" Ned cried, rubbing his already bruised cranium.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING TRAP!" Candy shouted furiously, and slammed the door shut harder than she had whipped it open.

Ned held the covers close to his face and cuddled up tightly with the toy he just talked with. He felt the area of his head that the clock had hit pulse with stabbing pain. He shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, his hand carefully caressing the sore area.

"It'll be okay, Ned," Goldie whispered, "Tomorrow is another day."

…. .

Ned woke up in a room similar to the one he was previously in, but something felt...off.

The walls were blue, the floor was blue, the bed had the same sheets...but it didn't feel like his room. The closet was in a different location, and so was the bed. And the dresser. And the lamp. And his...doors?

He only had one door, and it was adjacent to his bed. Now there were two, parallel from each other, on the right and left of the room. The closet sat in front of him, its doors open a crack to reveal a Foxica plushie he could swear he had in his room.

Ned gulped. Where was he? Why was this happening?

He ran to the door on his right. He swung it open a crack, but saw nothing in the darkness filling the hallway. He squinted his eyes and stared for a while, but nothing appeared. He walked back slowly, and dug around the room for a light source. Eventually, his hands found a flashlight, which had fresh batteries and turned on and off smoothly.

"That's weird...," Ned said to himself, "I don't even remember picking this thing up!"

Regardless, it was the only thing Ned had to defend himself. From what, he wasn't sure, but the air felt stagnant and stagnating air was a sure sign that something bad was about to happen.

He went back to the door and flipped the switch on his flashlight. He pointed it towards the corridor and revealed an empty hallway with just a few pictures hanging on the wall. It seemed safe, but he didn't want to assume his current state of well-being. Something was clearly wrong.

Ned ran back to the bed and sat himself on it. "This HAS to be a dream," Ned wheezed, "It HAS to be! That would explain everything that's happening!" He pointed the light to both sides of the room in paranoia. His limbs shook and twitched as he felt the cool air rest upon his shoulders. "It has to be. Okay. I'm going to open my eyes, and find out this whole thing is just a dream! That's it. Here I go!"

He opened his eyes. He was still in the room.

"AAH! No!" Ned cried in worry. He shivered violently and his already struggled breathing became more intense and panicked. "No, no, no!" Ned shouted quietly, in case he was accidentally luring something to him, "No! This HAS to be a dream! This HAS to be a dream!"

He ran to each door in the room, shining his light frantically in every single dark corner, even hiding in the closet for fear that something would show up. Eventually, he was worried something would appear in the closet, too, so he rushed out, locked the doors and stayed on the bed, huddling his legs close to his body. He felt a chill surge down his back, and the air became a bit cooler. He shuddered nervously, too scared to even blink or sweat. He rocked back and forth, his ears beginning to focus on sounds that weren't even there. A dog barked, a gravel driveway was being driven on, and a distorted and monotone voice scratched the walls and echoed down the dark corridors to meet the paralyzed eardrums of Ned, curled into a sitting ball and crying for his life.

"I wanna go home…" he whispered.

He shut his eyes tight, waiting for morning to come so he felt brave enough to leave. But the room remained dark and cold, and Ned became more and more terrified as time ticked on.

His thoughts were interrupted about an hour or so later, when he heard a struggled groan behind him. He glanced around his shoulder, and pointed the flashlight at the bed he sat on the edge of. He screamed as soon as his eyes focused on a small, hairy beast with a black leotard and a body that looked as if it belonged to a twelve-year-old. It had two rows of sharp teeth and empty, scarred eye sockets that contained white, glowing pupils. The furry creature shrieked as well, and slid off the bed as if it were attached by strings.

Ned felt his heart beat harder and faster, knowing that that horrifying creature was underneath his bed. And though he knew he could get away from it, he could only sit in paralyzed fear with the knowledge he could be painfully slaughtered at any moment by a creature a third of his size.

He gulped, and managed to slide himself off of the bed. He had his flashlight pointed towards it to prevent that...thing...from getting up on it again. He felt all confidence leave his body and the blood his heart was working so hard to pump didn't appear anywhere on his skin. He was totally white, nearly the same color as the whites of his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps outside the left hand door startled him, and he listened closely as he heard them approach slowly. It sounded like a huge biped was stomping on crushed chips.

Ned quickly rushed to the door and peeked outside. He listened closely for the noise, but it had stopped and all that remained was the "silence" that was before. The cold air whooshed across his knuckles, yet all he felt was a small brush against his hand. He couldn't feel either of them anymore. He flashed his light down the hall, but found nothing out of the ordinary besides what he had seen before. He locked the door again out of caution.

The terrified boy walked slowly back to his bed, his pupils as small as they could possibly become. He quietly put himself back onto his bed, and began breathing through his mouth as his breathing became too shaky and struggled to exhale through his nose anymore. Nearly all his senses had vanished completely, if not weakened to the point of barely existing. At the current time, all he felt was fear. Time didn't even exist in his world anymore.

All of a sudden, a distorted, quiet shriek started building up behind him again. He whipped around his flashlight and gasped, as the creature was back. It's eyes were opened wide despite the light shining directly into them and it's jaw was open wide to reveal the two sets of razor-sharp teeth it had. With it were two other beings of similar body size and shape, however one wore nothing at all and the other wore black underwear with a top hat. They all climbed on, one taking longer than the other, and by the next minute they had all mounted the bed and were shaking and pulsing with either rage or excitement. It was kind of hard to tell, their emotionless expressions told Ned nothing about their intentions. Their arms became outstretched, and they slowly shambled over to where Ned sat on the bed.

"NO!" Ned cried, and jumped off of the bed onto the floor. He watched as the creatures moved faster towards him, the light still focused on their location on the bed. Just as the first one descended the bed, an enormous, curvy figure emerged from beneath it. It resembled the smaller beasts, but it was twice as tall and was obviously older than them. It had bright orange eyes that rotated in their sockets, fixating themselves on Ned's paralyzed body. Its black nose twitched, and its gray tongue licked its three black lips. The towering monster pushed up the bed to reveal its whole body, furry and matted with scabby, crusted scars on each of its limbs. It wore black underwear, a simple bra and panties, with skulls on each bra cup and one on its crotch. It slid out much like a snake would, and stomped towards Ned, who shrieked in sheer terror. He backed against the wall, the monstrosity advancing towards him with hunger in her eyes. Ned's back hit the wall, and the moment his spine felt the hard structure his eyes grew wider than dinner plates.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered to himself.

The colossal creature came up close to Ned and pushed him to the ground. He screamed loudly, his body convulsing in an attempt to get him to do anything at all, but for some reason his body refused to listen to his mind.

It was all over.

This was how it ended: some twisted creature mauling him alive as he lay on the floor. Nobody even knew where he was.

Ned gave one final pitiful cry as he watched the beast close down on his body with her mouth. He shut his eyes tightly and tensed up as he anticipated his final hours.

Then, a surprise: he felt a soft kiss on his cheek.

He looked up in shock, opening one eye at a time to make sure what just happened was...well, what just happened. He picked up the flashlight and aimed it at his attacker. His gaze met that of the horrifying monster that had just cornered him, and she was...smiling?

"D-d-d…" Ned stuttered. He was scared to speak. "...Did y-you just...k-k-kiss me?"

"Sure did!" the monster admitted, kneeling on the ground to be face-to-face with Ned. Her hands met in the center of her crotch, squishing her breasts together with her forearms. The skulls printed on her bra looked like they were kissing.

Ned felt his cheek. Just a little wet spot, that's all. He was still alive.

"...Why?" Ned asked, still recovering from his panic attack.

"Why not?" the monster countered. She scratched behind her right ear with a clawed hand.

"Because I thought you were going to EAT ME!" Ned cried, his breathing coming back to a relaxed state, "Or kill me! Or torture me! Or...something other than trying to get my dick hard! Who the fuck are you!? And where am I!?"

The fuzzy monster put a finger to his lips and quietly shushed him. She had a tender touch for someone who had sharp claws and teeth. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions," the monster whispered, "So let's get the big ones out of the way. I'm Freddie! With an I-E. I'm a bear! And you're Edward, right?"

"I...I prefer Ned," Ned corrected. "Okay, then! So now I know your name, and you know mine!" Freddie recapped, fingering her bra straps.

"So where am I!? Why am I here!?" Ned shouted. The bear, Freddie, shushed him again. "Deep breaths, Ned, deep breaths…" she said quietly. She drew in a long line of air and let it all out through her mouth. Ned imitated her.

"Good, good," Freddie praised him, "As for your other questions, this is a dream! Well, a nightmare of sorts. I guess."

"Bullshit!" Ned spat, "If it's a dream, I should have been able to wake up a long time ago!"

"You don't WANT to wake up, Ned," Freddie told him, "Your subconscious keeps telling you that this is a good dream, and you don't wanna wake up before the good part!"

Ned's eyes suddenly caught sight of the monstrosities behind Freddie that were on his bed. "Then what in God's name are THOSE things!?" he asked, becoming frightened again.

"They're my children!" Freddie explained, smiling, "Don't worry, they don't bite! They're harmless, really!"

Ned looked again. They had all closed their mouths and were now treading towards their mother. The three little monsters held onto her waist with serenity in their eyes.

"See? Totally harmless little things!" She scruffed the hair of the one on her right and hugged the one on her left. "They're attention hogs, though!"

"They're weird," Ned added bluntly, "And...a little ugly. I'm sorry, can they understand me?"

"Yes," Freddie said, her smile now gone, "However, they're mute. They'll show their emotions in many other ways."

One of them peeked out from Freddie's shoulder and hissed loudly, revealing every single one of her sharp teeth. Ned gasped and apologized for his insensitivity.

"Quite alright!" Freddie accepted, "Just don't ever do it again. It's an easy way to get on my bad side. And trust me, you do NOT want to do THAT." She dragged a claw across her arm and black liquid oozed out. Ned gasped.

"Sooo...since this is a dream, and you're clearly a lucid dreamer, what do you want to do first?" Freddie asked, leaning forward and planting her hands gently on Ned's chest.

Ned gulped. He felt his penis harden at the sight of Freddie's cleavage. Her gentle hands pushed softly at his heart, making the pulses quicken in pace. Her orange eyes focused intimately on his deep brown ones, seemingly staring into Ned's soul. Her nostrils flared with every breath, not on purpose, of course, but stimulated Ned anyway.

"So, wait...I can do anything I want in this dream?" Ned asked. Freddie nodded. "Well, anything within your rationale, of course."

Ned's eyes traced her curvy figure. Her round, plump behind and thick, heavy breasts formed a nearly perfect hourglass shape, at least in Ned's eyes. Then he let his hands retrace those steps, taken aback by how real she felt. Her face actually gave off the feeling of fur.

Disregarding that, Ned went back to it. He placed the flashlight in a place where it illuminated enough for him to see what he was doing. His hands crawled from her cheeks almost immediately to her breasts. Freddie gave a small giggle as she let his fingers sink into her chest.

"They're so real…" Ned commented, eyes wide. Freddie shrugged. "Everything feels real in a dream, doesn't it?" she asked. Ned agreed.

"You can take off my bra if it's in the way," Freddie suggested. Ned blushed. In response, Freddie laughed. "You're so cute! It's okay, I won't stop you!"

"Doesn't this count as some sort of pedophilia or something?" Ned asked, genuinely curious. "No," Freddie answered, "This is a dream. None of this is real, and as such age doesn't have to matter to me because I'm just a figment of your mind! Hey, try to think up a better light source for us, huh?"

Ned looked over at the bed and a whole set of candles immediately lit the room.

"Woah!" Ned gasped, "Didn't see THAT comin'!"

"I guess we can turn off that torch now!" Freddie said, "Here, let me get it."

Freddie leaned forward, and as a result her chest squished against Ned's face. At first, he didn't know how to react, but somehow his cock did. His hands stealthily reached up behind Freddie's back as she reached for the flashlight, and promptly unclasped her bra. Startled, she sat back up, and the black undergarment slid off of her shoulders. Her breasts bounced freely and she gave Ned a sly grin. She chuckled. "Clever boy."

Freddie proceeded to slowly remove the bra from her arms and leaned back into him again. "Maybe we should take this to the bed?" she asked, digging a finger into Ned's collar. Ned gulped and felt his face grow hotter. The bulge in his pants was becoming more obvious by the second. Yet he had a smile of glory carved into his cheeks. "Fuck yeah," he said.

The two got up to get to the bed, on their way walking by the smaller bears. Each one looking on in bewilderment as they watched their mother direct a situation they'd never seen her in before. Freddie noticed, and as she laid herself on the bed, she stared at them all and proceeded to assure them that what she was about to do wouldn't hurt her. The three huddled together, very obviously skeptical of their mother's claims.

Meanwhile, Ned had hurriedly stripped down to nothing, and jumped onto the bed with lust filling up his eyes. The flickering lights of the candles reflected off of his vivacious pupils.

"Impressive," Freddie commented, biting her lip as she took a long look at Ned's erection, "That'll fill me up REAL good."

"Aren't you gonna ask them to leave, or...?" Ned asked, motioning towards the three little bears who had convened into the corner in which the two had previously resided.

"Nah," she said, "They'll see. I'm going to be fine. That's their only concern."

"Uh...okay," Ned hesitated. It felt awkward to be performing intercourse in front of children younger than he was.

"Oh, well," he said, shrugging, "Time for the main event!" Freddie shifted onto her back, put her arms behind her head and spread her legs wide open. "Go for it, Ned."

Ned complied, instantly going for her panties and sliding them off as quickly as he could. He didn't even get them off all the way when he slid his cock into Freddie. She gasped as soon as he entered, arching her back and curling her fingers into a tight fist. "GOD, it feels good already!" she moaned.

Ned grinned and placed his hands on the bed. He then could exert the force he wanted onto Freddie, and she took every bit of it with ecstasy in her eyes. Her breasts jiggled with every forceful hit and her hands grabbed onto the blankets as hard as they could. "Mmm, FUCK!" she cried, "Ah, you're s-so good...ah! Harder!"

The teen lifted up one of Freddie's thick legs and continued with a more powerful and swift pace than he originally started with. Freddie gasped and gave a pleasured cry, drooling all over the pillows. She whipped her head back, shutting her eyes tight and letting another satisfied sigh escape her lips. She brought a hand to her chest and massaged her right breast for a short while before Ned dropped her leg and took the job himself. While his cock worked on her pussy, his hands grabbed and squeezed her tender tits like stress balls. Freddie gasped, but kept silent and bit her finger. Black liquid dripped from the fresh cut her teeth ripped open.

The two went at it for another ten minutes, every so often changing positions to see what fit them both. Eventually, they settled on the position they started with, Ned pumping his length into Freddie while she laid on her back.

Suddenly, he felt it. That sweet release...that one moment that made the act totally worth it...he was almost there…

"Freddie! I'm...going to cum!" he warned. "Hold out just a bit longer!" Freddie begged, "I'm nearly there!" Ned's once relieved expression turned to anxiety as he didn't know how much longer he could hold it. "I-I'll try," he groaned in between thrusts.

Freddie grabbed her own legs and pulled them back, giving Ned more elbow room but less space to put his hands. He put them on Freddie's belly, occasionally shifting upwards so he could squeeze her soft tits. Having nothing left in which to bite down on to stop herself from screaming, Freddie felt herself become overwhelmed with ecstasy and threw her head back. "YES!" she wailed, getting closer to climax, "CUM IN ME, NED! I WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER FREDDLE! FILL ME UP AND MAKE ME YOUR SLUT! I WANT IT! I-I...I!"

Freddie let go of her legs and they rested into a settled position. Freddie's whole torso jerked violently and she let loose a scream that ricocheted off the walls and disappeared through the floor. As she yelled, a pool of cum spilled from her pussy and Ned momentarily extracted himself. A splatter of her juices stained her crotch, dribbling down her thighs and onto the covers of the bed. Her chest rose and fell with heaving breaths, her tongue hanging out after an intense orgasm. "Ahh...fuck…" she panted, grinning from ear to ear.

But Ned wasn't done. He held onto Freddie's waist, aimed his penis right at her cum-coated groin and ground even more of his cock into her. She clamped her eyes shut and clawed at the bed, biting down hard on her bottom lip. Ned's face blushed a deep red and he held his eyes shut, grunting and panting as he tried to reach climax himself.

"Ah! Freddie...now?" Ned asked. He was desperately hoping she would say yes.

"Yes! Yes, do it, Ned! Cum inside me! Do it!" Freddie panted. She held onto his back with her legs wrapped around him, making sure he couldn't pull out just yet.

Ned obeyed her and unleashed a long moan as he dropped his load inside of her. She curled her toes and arched her back again, releasing a moan nearly as long as Ned's. Freddie removed her legs from hsi back and Ned slipped out his cock, watching a thin string of his semen disappear as he pulled out. "Wow…" he said to himself, "Just wow."

"Oh, my god…" Freddie sighed, "That...that was amazing. Incredible." Ned shrugged. "I...I just did what I always thought girls liked," he explained, "How did I...did you like it?"

"Loved it," Freddie admitted, spreading her legs and getting an eyeful of how filthy she had gotten. "I haven't had that much fun in ages!"

"Me, either," Ned replied, "Then again, I'm the only one here who's never had sex before. If it's as good in real life as you made it seem...wow!"

Freddie giggled. "Sweet-talker," she teased, "Get over here."

Ned heaved himself over Freddie's body and she locked him into a passionate kiss. It lasted for longer than Ned cared to count, because he didn't want it to end. The sweet embrace of a female after an intimate exchange was just too good to be true. She wrapped her arms around him and managed to squeeze out a pleasure sigh. Ned shifted his waist on top of Freddie, and in doing so realized his dick hadn't gotten any less hard and was still good for another round.

Their lips finally parted and Freddie released a breath she had been holding in all that time. "Mmm," she sighed, licking her lips, "You suck at kissing."

Ned blushed and pushed himself away from Freddie's gaze to hide it. "I haven't had any experience before," he admitted, rubbing his arm.

"Trust me, you'll gain it," Freddie promised, "Someday soon…"

"Well...can we try again?" Ned asked.

Freddie gave a sly grin. "Only if you stay asleep long enough to do so."

Ned smiled and felt the blood rushing through his cheeks lessen in intensity. He bent forward again, his chest squishing against Freddie's, lips intertwined in a moment of passion.

Suddenly, Ned felt his leg being tugged on. He momentarily broke away from Freddie to take a glance at whatever was pulling on his appendage. He blinked in genuine surprise when he saw the little bears all surrounding the bed with a look in their...uh, pupils...similar to that of Freddie just as Ned was about to drive his length into her.

"Hehe," Freddie giggled, "Looks like they want to get in on that action."

Ned gulped. What the fuck? Was she literally just giving him permission to FUCK HER KIDS?

"You don't mean…?" Ned asked, hoping Freddie could extrapolate from his incomplete sentence.

"Don't be shy, Ned," Freddie told him, "If you're confident enough to fuck me in front of them, then you definitely have the guts to do them yourself. Besides, your cock is still hard, it looks good enough for three more rounds!"

The teen looked back at the little bears. Each one stared in a trance at Ned's body, enveloping every bit of it into their memory. His pale skin and thick legs were all they could see so far, but if it could make their mother scream that loud, it must be good.

Ned turned around, glancing back at Freddie for a split second just in case she was kidding. She nodded and gestured towards her children. Ned shrugged and finished turning, his dick now in full view of all the little bears. They gawked at it, never having seen such an impressive length before, if at all.

Ned felt his cheeks fill with blood again. He wanted so bad to refuse, this felt too wrong to be happening. For all he knew, the little girls weren't even of legal age. Then again, neither was he...but that didn't make any of this right! Where was his morality? Did it just disappear the moment he saw Freddie's tits? Did it just not matter anymore?

"Come on, Ned," Freddie coaxed, "I know you want to. Remember, this is a dream. You can do anything you want and it won't affect your life at all!"

Ned gulped. He would have a clean slate if he just did it in his dream...but that still didn't make the thought any less scary. What if he ended up becoming on some watch list because of this?

He sighed. He wrapped his fingers around his penis and positioned himself on the side of the bed. "Okay," he stated nervously, "The first one to make me cum gets to have this thing inside them."

The critters excitedly murmured to each other in a monotone growl. One stepped up and got a good look at it. The lust remained in her eyes as she breathed in deeply.

"You've got this, honey," Freddie assured her. Ned looked behind him to find Freddie rubbing her slit with her now moist fingers. Her tongue traced her lips in lust.

He sighed as more blush forced itself into his cheeks. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked.

Freddie shrugged. "Maybe," she answered, an obvious "yes" pasted into her smile.

Ned rolled his eyes and turned his head back just in time to watch the little monstrosity open her jaw wide, revealing her two sets of teeth, and forced it down onto Ned's crotch.

. . . .

Ned gasped as he woke up in a cold sweat, all of his clothes on (excluding his shoes) and his little sister on the end of his bed.

"'Morning, champ!" she exclaimed, "You finally up?"

Ned's eyes were just about as wide as saucers, and he still had his mouth partially agape as he drew short and panicked breaths.

"You must've been having a really bad dream!" Ivy said, "You alright?"

Ned picked up his covers and peeked down into his pants. He sighed in relief.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm good," he sighed.

Ivy shifted herself. "What was it about?" she asked, "If ya don't mind me askin'."

Ned's breathing steadied. "I...It was about...th-the messenger in my dream last night. Sh-she trapped me in a room, and…"

He stopped there. Something about telling his sister he fucked a six-foot tall bear in his dream just didn't feel right.

But she wanted more details. "...and?"

Shit. Now he had to make something up.

"...and...then I got some weird block of text that just said 'I know what you've done'..."

"Wait! Don't tell me!" Ivy interrupted, putting up her index finger, "...And there was creepy music playing! On a, on a...organ?"

Ned shook his head yes. Holy fuck, that worked? he thought.

"I KNEW it!" Ivy called, slapping the bed, "Those are your most common nightmare scenarios!"

"They're YOURS, too," Ned pointed out.

"Oh, right," Ivy realized, "Probably why I figured it out so easily...eh, whatever." She got off the bed and stretched. A bit of her stomach showed past the hem of her shirt as she lifted her arms. "What did you want to do today?"

Ned shrugged. "I don't know...I guess I just wanted to hang around the house today."

Ivy put down her arms and sighed. The hem of her shirt fell, hiding her stomach once again. Her red pigtails bounced in place before settling once again. "You're so BORING, Ned!" she groaned, "Last week of summer vacation, a few days before your birthday and all ya wanna do is lay around the house? C'mon…"

"Look, as far as I'M concerned, all adventure did was hurt me," Ned argued, "Say what you want, but I'm an indoors man. I'd rather keep away from all the bees and spiders and mud and shit...ugh."

Ivy snorted. "Okay," she called, beginning to leave his room, "But just remember, if you need me, you know where to find me!"

"Alright, alright…" Ned moaned. He whipped off his covers and rubbed his eyes. "I guess a little sunlight could be good for me…"

Ivy jumped and clapped. "YES! Okay, listen! I found this COOL place near our house that, like, ends in a stream and I wanna go check it out!"

Ned rubbed his entire face with the palms of his hands. He gave a long, slow groan and finally stood up. "Okay, let's do this," he said, following his vivacious sister out of his room.

I can't believe I let myself get manipulated by her, Ned thought to himself.

As the two walked out of the house, Ned's mind kept retracing the weird things he saw in his dream. It really turned him on, to be honest...but then again, it was...wrong. Why did he agree to fuck three little kids? Why was it perfectly okay with Freddie? And why didn't he just flat-out say to Ivy that he had a wet dream involving a sex robot his mother made?

Oh...right.

That's why.

Regardless, he kept wondering why he didn't tell her. Maybe it was just an awkward thing to tell your sibling. Maybe it was just a subject he didn't feel comfortable discussing. Maybe it sounded like he was crazy and he wanted to avoid questions doubting his sanity.

Or...maybe he just didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.

Thus ends the first chapter! Thank you all so much for reading, and so sorry about the wait! I was busy proofreading and becoming inspired to write more. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoyed!