Dream (4): Pierced from Within
This time, I didn't even hear that eye's voice telling me to open my eyes again. Through my tightly shut eyelids, an inexplicable intuition told me I was standing somewhere high up. Cautiously, I cracked my eyes open just a sliver... and sure enough, I was back on the rooftop.
"...I-it's a dream, but heights are still scary the same way..."
I might have been a little freaked out. But the height wasn't the important part... it was that pitch-black rift right in front of me. Long tentacles were already writhing out of it, squirming in the air.
I knew I had no choice but to lose here... but I had no intention of surrendering quietly or obediently. Of course not. A magical girl doesn't give up.
"L-like last time... let's try that..."
I took deep, tense breaths, slowly raising my magic wand. Aiming at the tentacles—not too far away, still oblivious to me. And—fire.
"Sh-Shining Spica Beam…!"
I'd stuttered a bit, but I got the technique name out properly, and my aim was solid. But the magic wand showed no sign of emitting its dazzling light. Instead... a voice from that eye echoed from somewhere I couldn't pinpoint.
"Wh-what? Why say that now...!"
My indignant protest couldn't even finish. I didn't know when it had snuck up, but that familiar yet alien slime clung to my leg.
"...Ugh. Nngh... so sticky."
I couldn't even think to turn around. No need to. The owner of that slimy sensation on my calf was kindly starting to coil around my leg. And I froze in place, unable to even consider running.
Of course I wanted to run. But I couldn't use my techniques. And I was already caught... Fear and tension surged through me, sloshing, sloshing, before I could even think of giving up.
"Nngh... u-ugh...!"
The tentacle climbed past my calf to my thigh. Was I too focused on my legs? Suddenly, my left arm was snared by another one.
Was it going to make me drink that weird, sticky liquid again...?
"...Hngh."
I clamped my lips shut without thinking, holding my breath. The lucky part? The tentacles showed no interest in my mouth. The unlucky part? The one on my thigh slithered under my skirt.
"H-hey...! Wh-where are you t-touching...!"
As the sticky tentacle brushed the soft inner flesh of my thigh, I reflexively twisted my hips to evade. Of course, with my legs and arm already bound, it did nothing.
A touch—not even worthy of being called a hand—from an untouched place. Instinctual revulsion surged up.
"D-don't... d-don't touch me...!"
Meaningless threats to something that wouldn't understand. I was so fixated on the gross sensation in my lower body that I lost focus. Or maybe the tentacles lured me into dropping my guard. Too busy clamping my legs shut, I missed the timing to block the one reaching for my mouth.
"Mmph...! Mmmph, mm, mngh...!"
In an instant, a thick tendril forced its way past my lips, writhing roughly into the gap. My jaw was pried open, compelled to accept its girth.
"Hoo... hngh...! Nn, mmph, mngh..."
Now I'd have to drink that sticky liquid again? The forgotten sensation returned vividly—how I'd swallowed it, its taste, its texture. I'd remembered it. I absolutely hated it, didn't want this at all... but it started with just a faint moment. A bitter-sweet intensity touched my tongue.
"Mngh, nn, mm-!"
Again...! It's trying to pour that liquid again...! No, stop...! My mental screams of refusal were easily ignored. The tentacle buried deep in my throat twisted—and began gushing thick, sweet mucus straight down.
"Hngh-♡ mmph, nn, mngh...♡"
No way to resist the forced injection. Couldn't close my mouth, couldn't spit out the fluid pouring straight into my esophagus. All I could do? Gulp, gulp-♡ Constricting and relaxing my throat over and over, obediently swallowing it down.
That stuff. I didn't know its name, its nature... or its effects, but I knew drinking it made my head feel weird...
"Mm, ngh...♡ ngh, mmph, br... mmph...♡"
Bound by tendrils wrapping my limbs, I swallowed endlessly. Until my whole body went limp. Until my mind melted into the sticky sweetness... I just drank.
"Pahaaah, ha, haa-♡ haa, hoo, huaa-♡"
I had no idea how much time had passed. Like last time, this mucus didn't digest. It just seeped into my body. So my stomach didn't even feel full. I'd kept drinking, endlessly...
"Haaa, ha...♡ Wh-why... why'd you st-stop...♡"
Not a plea for more. Last time, I'd kept gulping this until I was dragged away... and lost. It ended. So why today... did it suddenly pull out of my mouth?
"Wh-what... are you gonna do now..."
No strength left in my body. My magic wand lay on the ground... but I couldn't even think of picking it up. Dizzy. Every breath brought sweet scent into my lungs. Hallucination? My head felt... weird. I couldn't even stand straight, dangling limply in the tentacles' grasp.
Then the one coiled around my thigh stirred again.
"H-hee, eek...♡"
Chilling fear...? Fear, fear... what was fear again? The tentacle's tip hooked my panties. And yanked them down.
"Wh-what are you... doing..."
It couldn't be... right? Why would it do that...?
I-it's a dream. Just a dream. Gulp. No mucus left in my mouth, but I swallowed so hard I heard it myself. Heart pounding. Head spinning. Lower belly... tingling.
Get it together. Even if I'm going to lose, I have to hold out until the end...
"Hoo, huaa...♡ Ha, ah...♡"
Breathing ragged... I don't know why this feels so good right now, but... I have to endure. Nngh.
"I... I'm Spicaaa...♡"
Remember. Spica, magical girl Spica... that's me. Yuseong-ah. Why does my voice sound so... slutty? Another illusion? I don't know. Just, just...
"Heeeup♡"
I threw my head back, biting my lip, letting out a short scream—or maybe a moan. The tentacle, having stripped off my panties completely, now slid past my thighs...
"T-touching... my p-pussy...♡"
Was this tentacle really going to... do it with me? Even if it's a dream, this is... scary, I don't want it... This crosses the line, eye...!
"H-heeuk-♡ ahh, mmph-♡"
The tentacle moved. Its blunt head pressed against my pussy's mucosa, rubbing this way and that. Like crushing my fear and emotions so I couldn't even lift my head, it squished and ground against the outer folds, writhing as if slathering on sticky mucus. Just like how the stuff I'd drunk had been absorbed in an instant.
"I-I said nooo... stop...♡ St-stop it...♡"
I hated these weird, sticky, disgusting tentacles now. My voice, melted into something so sweetly compliant, felt alien. Had I absorbed too much of that viscous fluid...? Between my legs, it itched. Burned.
Suddenly—for some unknowable reason—the tentacles lowered my body slowly. The ground approached, but my legs had no strength to stand. My floppy arms and legs buckled on contact. My forward-tilting body flopped face-down, but no time to feel pain. Right in front of me: the fallen magic wand. The symbol and proof of me being a magical girl. The short wand embedded with the jewel.
My hand reached out naturally.
"Shi-Shining... Spica Beam...♡"
Yeah, that. The technique name I'd come up with. If I could use it, it would save me from this crisis, even driven to the brink of defeat. And Spica... the previous Spica, not me. The eye had said something about starlight... whatever. If I just had the wand... No sanity left to recall the Abyss's words. Just stretching forward, my trembling fingers inches from the wand.
"Al-most... touching..."
It touched. Not my fingers on the wand—but the tentacle between my legs. And in one brutal, swift thrust—deep inside me.
Squelch—
"……"
At first, no sound escaped my round-open mouth. Had my body not comprehended the situation? My lower belly, my... my pussy, stuffed full by the tentacle, filling me... me...♡
"N-no...♡ I don't want...♡"
Even my belated cry of refusal came out too... lewd. The itchy heat in my gut became a sensation of being filled. A chilling thrill spreading to my toes... This was definitely...
I... it's my first time, but losing to this long, thick tentacle, getting impaled like this... it felt so good, cumming hard...♡