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The Woman of His Dreams

Kemper had heard about lucid dreaming before, but had never experienced it. To the lion, it had always seemed like something which in itself would only happen in a fantasy. The idea that you could be sound asleep, yet entirely alert and aware of that fact within your dream, seemed impossible.

And yet, here he was.

Standing in a room that was not his own, but that he instinctively knew was safe, private, and his. Looking out through a window which had no glass within it, and beyond which there lay neither a road nor a garden, but a seemingly endless field of wildflowers. Reds, pinks, yellows and deep purple petals wafted in a gentle breeze above deep green grass, and through the centre of this infinite meadow, growing ever closer with each passing second, a blueish grey furred figure walked.

Never in his life had Kemper met the woman approaching him now. Yet somehow, he knew her. He recognised every inch of her bare flesh and fur. The curve of her breasts. The almost sapphire blue of her eyes. The four silver metal, bejewelled rings that rested around her upper arms and thighs. It was all so vivid in his memory. He knew who this woman was, and more importantly he knew why she was here.

The sabretoothed feline stopped outside the glassless window and peered inside. She looked at Kemper, sticking out her tongue and teasingly running it over her enlarged front teeth. A deep purr erupted from her throat, and seemed to fill the room and indeed the whole of the meadow with a passionate, confident rumble. One bare leg swung up from the ground, hooking itself over the lower edge of the window as the female hoisted herself up with both arms. She pulled herself through and into the bedroom, and in a split-second the window was gone. Now there were no windows. No doors. No ways out of this sparsely decorated bedchamber. Yet still Kemper could feel the warmth of sunlight beating down upon his bare body, every bit as much as he could feel the sabretooth's eyes lingering upon his exposed and engorged crotch.

"You know why I'm here?"

The female's voice was soft and smooth, but while undeniably feminine it reminded Kemper of someone else that he could not quite place, yet someone he was almost certain was male. He nodded in response to her question, though in all truth he didn't know whether he knew anything or not. His eyes roamed up and down her figure all the while, as though seeking answers that his unconscious mind had not yet created for him. It didn't take long for the lion to receive those answers from his dreaming mind however, and to finally realise who she reminded him of. Her demeanour. Her voice. Even the rosetted black spots that covered the blue portion of her fur.

She was him. Or, at least, some version of him.

"You're here to... to show me something?"

Licking her lips and running her tongue over her teeth once more, the sabretooth nodded.

"Something, yes. But what? What is it you want to know. What is it you feel that you need right now?"

Kemper thought for a few moments, confused once again as he considered how obviously false, yet simultaneously real, everything occurring around him seemed to be. His eyes widened as out of nowhere, a memory from reality seemed to form, fully fledged, within his mind.

His cheeks darkened, and the lion looked down at the bedroom floor with a bashful chuckle. He said nothing, but the sabretooth seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. She smirked, padding across the bedroom towards Kemper and placing a hand beneath his head, lifting his chin gently until their eyes met.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. You and Willow... you've been playing around a lot lately. All those games. All those nights spent in the sub headspace. It's tough to get out of it once you've made it a habit."

Still Kemper said nothing. The female rolled her eyes and released his head, folding her arms beneath her bare, amply sized breasts.

"Okay, so, you don't want to talk about that. We don't have to. I know it all already. I'm you, after all. But... at the same time, you know I'm not just you. So tell me, who am I?"

This was a question that not only was Kemper capable of answering, but he found himself willing to answer too. It was as though the words popped into his mind as he spoke them. As though they became real within his thoughts, only for his words to confer reality upon them.

"You're Kylani. You're me... but, not just me, and not all of me either. Some parts I wish I had more of. Some parts I wish I had less of. A version of subconscious self."

The sabretooth, Kylani, rolled her eyes.

"That's the dictionary definition of me. Now tell me, who am I today. Who I am now, and here."

Kemper's cheeks burned a little brighter, and he whimpered in deference to the slightly firm, domineering tone of Kylani's voice.

"You're here b-because I want to remember how to be a more rounded lover. Because I want to get in touch with my softer side without relying on putting on a submissive, pet-play act, and my more dominant side without... w-well, without acting like a dom. I just want to find a balance. To be myself when I'm in bed with Willow."

Another rumbling purr escaped the sabretooth. She stepped closer to Kemper, so close that before he knew it she was pressed up against him. She felt so warm. So real. The hand wrapping around his cock felt like it was really there. In fact... no. It wasn't like it was really there. It was there. Lucid or not, Kemper could no longer continue seeing all of this as just some sort of dream. He couldn't keep analysing every last little detail; not when there was so much that he could simply feel instead.

"Well then, let's find out. Let's learn how to be you."

The lion whined and shivered in excitement as Kylani pulled away from him and moved towards the bed. Her hand remained wrapped tightly around his cock all the while, leading him by it like some sort of leash-like handle. Once beside the white cotton, king-sized mattress, Kemper felt himself being thrown down upon it. He landed upon his back, propping himself up on his shoulders and staring in awe as Kylani straddled him without delay. She bent over and crawled forward across his body. Past his erection. Over his stomach. His chest. Finally she rose up onto her knees and sat down, settling her weight upon the top of the feline male's ribcage.

Kylani stared down at Kemper, and snorted with laughter as his eyes darted hungrily between her grinning face and the crotch resting just a few inches away from his head.

"What do you want to do to me, Kemper?"

The lion whined with desire, his cheeks burning crimson.

"A-anything. Anything you ask, m-mistress."

Kylani's face turned from a seductive smile to a frown. She shook her head, and brought the tips of two fingers down upon Kemper's nose. It wasn't a painful impact by any means, but like a dog having its nose gently bopped by a rolled up paper, it delivered its message with perfect clarity.

"I'm not your Mistress. I'm not anything more or less than you. Just because I'm on top right now doesn't mean I'm in charge. It just means I'm showing you what I want. Maybe hoping that you'll ask if you can do it. Maybe hoping that we won't need any words at all."

Reaching down between her legs, Kylani slipped two fingers within the warm, glistening folds of her pussy. She spread them apart and leaned back, shamelessly exposing her small, ruby red clit where it was protruding from its fleshy hood.

"Sometimes it's fun to play games with sex. But other times... the game just gets in the way. Sex isn't always about fun. Sometimes it's just about sex. And other times, it's about love... the sex just being incidental in how we show it."

Kemper blushed. It wasn't that Kylani's tone was patronising in any way, but what she was saying seemed like such basic, entry level knowledge to him.

"I'm not a virgin, you know."

Again, this time with the same two fingers that just moments before had been spreading the lips of her pussy apart, the sabretooth tapped Kemper upon the muzzle. He winced, and shuddered in excitement as the scent of her arousal permeated every fibre of his sinuses.

"Of course I know. I know everything you know. And yet, the fact I'm having to tell you this seems to suggest that on some level, you're worried you've forgotten the basics."

Without waiting for a response from the lion, Kylani shuffled yet further forward. She passed over the male's neck, shivered happily as her clitoris was brushed by the fluff of his chin, and grunted in relief when just a few moments later she felt his warm breath washing over her swollen, hungry pussy. Settling her weight upon Kemper once more, the sabretooth waited. She held her breath, quivering with anticipation, until at long last she felt the wet warmth of the feline's tongue probing at her outer lips.

"You see?"

Kylani's hands rose to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing her nipples ever so gently between middle and index fingers. She sighed in contentment as she felt Kemper nuzzling and lapping at her pussy. Not too fast. Not too slow. A veritable Goldilocks of cunnilingus.

"You know what you're doing. You can read Willow's body language just as easily as you can read mine. When she's relaxed, you don't need to rush things. You don't need to act like not bringing her to a quick, screaming orgasm is some sort of failure, or that you need to prove your manhood by making her squirm and beg. Just listen. Feel her body moving on and around you. Take your cues, and act on them. No pretense. No masters or mistresses. Just two furs very much in love and happy to be with one another."

For quite some time, the two blue furred felines fell silent. Kylani closed her eyes as she rocked back and forth atop Kemper's maw, one hand occasionally drifting away from her breasts to gently tease her clit. On the first occasion of doing so, she found one of the lion's own hands rising to try and take over from her. With a soft growl, she batted it away. Kemper didn't need to be in full control. He didn't need to be responsible for every drop of pleasure that she experienced. He had to trust that if she wanted, or needed anything more from him, she'd ask.

And, eventually, she did. Her pussy was drooling hungrily by then, and she could feel the wetness upon the fluff of Kemper's face as he continued to slurp and press his muzzle to her most intimate reaches. The sabretooth's heavy breathing faltered as she cleared her throat, and a lustful grunt escaped her when her mouth opened to speak just as Kemper's tongue struck a particularly sweet spot inside her.

"D-deeper."

It wasn't a command. It was a request. A needy, horny plea. One to which Kemper reacted strongly. His hands grasped at Kylani's thighs, seeming to pull her down tighter upon his face. She could feel his tongue stretching, working its way as far into her sodden, clenching depths as it could reach. Yet still, she begged once again.

"Deeper, kitten. Deeper."

A muffled whine of anguished frustration escaped Kemper; a sign of his horror that he was unable to do as Kylani asked. The sabretooth groaned softly in desire, but forced herself to pull back from the male's eager maw. She returned herself to her former seat upon his chest, only now with her pussy dripping a mixture of its own arousal and Kemper's saliva onto the lion's tufted blue chest.

Kemper stared up at her in sorrow, and she stared down at him, shaking her head as if to tell him that he had no reason to be sorry.

"Silly boy. Who'd have thought it was so easy to get set in your ways being so kinky."

The lion looked at Kylani searchingly. She smiled, reaching out and touching him fondly upon the side of his pussy-juice stained muzzle.

"All I asked, all I wanted, was for you to go deeper. I didn't say how. I didn't say with what. I didn't limit you in any way. Remember, I'm not in control here. No-one is. Just because I sat on your face, doesn't mean you have to keep me there till I'm satisfied."

Staring up at Kylani for a few seconds longer, Kemper nodded in agreement.

"You're right. I mean, of course you are. You're me. We... uh, we both are. But... how can I be so sure?"

Kylani giggled.

"How many times has Willow kicked you out of bed? How many times has she been angry at you the morning after a night of sex for leaving her unsatisfied?"

She left Kemper to consider this question as she began to wiggle and slide her way down his body once more. Only when she reached his crotch did the sabretooth's body come to a standstill once again, her legs straight this time, holding her bare figure up and over his still rigid, twitching erection. Her eyes met his once more, and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Well?"

The lion blushed as he answered, as much bashful and embarrassed by his admission as he was genuinely proud.

"N-never."

Motioning with both hands for Kemper to continue, the sabretooth nodded encouragingly. The lion frowned.

"But, if I'm not worried about letting Willow down, or letting myself down... then why am I having this dream? What am I so worried about?"

Again, Kylani grinned. She shrugged, and snorted with laughter as the look of confusion upon Kemper's face intensified several times over.

"That I can't answer. I'm just the dream. The subconscious. You're the main body of our conscious mind. If I had to guess though... I'd say it's just normal, everyday paranoia. It's just that instead of worrying about your teeth falling out, or showing up to work in your underwear, you're worrying about sex."

Licking her lips, the sabretooth purred.

"Do you want my advice though? My honest, genuine advice?"

Kemper nodded, propping himself up once again and leaning in as close as he could to the beautiful, naked figure of his feminine self. Kylani beamed, and leaned close to him in turn. She brought her arms to rest upon the bedding beside him, and soon their noses were so close together that they bumped and made contact. A rosy blush lit up both their cheeks as they remained connected while the sabretooth delivered her suggestion.

"You're in control of this dream, so stop letting it call the shots. Stop getting caught up in the same dilemmas of whether to be dominant or submissive that you're worrying about, and just do what you want to do. Wake up. Pull the roof off and go flying. Fill the room with a thousand Willows and make them all cum at once. Or... y'know, you could actually finish what you started, and give it to me like I asked. Deeper."

The lion's eyes widened. In that instant, reality seemed to ripple. At first he thought he was waking up, that like in that movie with all the layers of dreaming his awareness of the dream was bringing it to a crashing end. A split-second later however, the walls around him solidified once more. Except now, the room in which he and Kylani were at rest was a very different type of room. The lighting was dim. The walls were painted the same colour as his and the sabretooth's fur. The bed was now a cast iron frame, and the mattress upon it was older. Still soft, but with springs within that squeaked as he shifted beneath the female's body.

Kylani growled happily as she looked down at Kemper.

"You always liked a squeaky bed."

From outside the door which now stood within one wall of the bedroom, the two felines heard distant, muffled voices. The turning of keys, and a door opening and closing. Kemper's cheeks flushed.

"A-and the idea of an audience. Always hot."

Both he and the female licked their lips. Kemper's hands rose up from his sides and came to rest upon Kylani's hips. He squeezed her tenderly, and let loose a rumbling growl of passion. Within his grasp, the sabretooth shuddered.

"S-so... who's in control now? Who's calling the shots? You, or me?"

Kemper grinned toothily.

"I honestly don't care. Neither of us. Both of us. However it plays out is fine by me. I just want to fuck you."

Before Kylani could urge Kemper on, before she could tell him to stop talking about it and just do it, he did. He thrust upward with his hips at the same time as he tugged her down, impaling her already sodden pussy with his thick, throbbing cock.

Kylani screamed. Kemper roared. And dream or not, real or not, they began to fuck feverishly. The sabretooth bounced up and down upon her leonine lover, breasts jiggling and eyes rolling in their sockets as they lay into one another with all the passion they could muster. With every cry and whimper of bliss to escape Kylani however, Kemper could see less of his feminine self. She seemed to blur before his eyes, only to grow clear again with a different body. A different face. Gradually, yet without a moment's break in their fucking, Kemper found himself no longer being ridden by his dream lover. Instead, he found himself being straddled by his real lover.

Now, he truly was in control of this dream. For within it now was the contents not of some random fragment of his subconscious, but those feelings and desires that lay in the core of who he was both in mind and heart.

He stared up at the beautiful figure bucking and squealing astride him, and called out to her in his own fevered ecstasy.

***************

Willow giggled as she watched her lover writhing and squirming beside her. It had been almost ten minutes since she'd been woken up by his moaning, and five since she'd reached out beneath the covers and grasped the twitching erection that was tenting their sheets. Now, with one hand still upon Kemper's shaft and one hand between her own legs, she could feel Kemper approaching the point of no return. His whole body was trembling. His hips were gyrating hungrily, humping against her paw no matter how fast she stroked him.

Rather than simply finishing Kemper off with her hand though, Willow's pace slowed as she felt her lover approaching the brink of climax. She watched him strain and thrash. Watched his body reacting to the sudden drop in pleasure. Only when he'd settled did she begin to stroke him again, to work him back towards the peak of ecstasy.

All the while, she debated internally with herself. Should she finish him? Should she make him cum as he slept? It would certainly be hot as hell, even more so if she reached over to the bedside table, grabbed her phone and filmed it for him to watch later. But there were alternatives. Several, in fact. She could finish him with her muzzle. She could straddle him, and slip him inside her. She could keep on teasing him and denying him release until he awoke, and only then let him loose.

A deep blush crossed her cheeks as she found herself considering these increasingly tempting options. In a way, she wished that Kemper could be awake to help her make this choice. Of course that would render the whole debate pointless, but like it or not, it was the truth that the two of them had the most fun when they made their choices together. It was as a pair they decided how each amorous romp would turn out. Whether they made a game of it. Whether one of them took control over the other. Or if they simply wanted to mindlessly let the cards fall where they may and fuck, letting each wild cry they emitted during the act guide them.

Mere seconds later, as if by magic, the lion cried out. His voice may have been muffled and distorted by sleep, but there was no denying what he said. What he asked of Willow as he lay there lost in unconscious pleasure.

"R-ride me."

His cock throbbed violently within the female's hand, and her already flushed cheeks glowed scarlet with delight. Again, before she could respond to his first plea, he spoke again.

"Let me cum inside. I-inside you."

And finally, as Willow drew the bedsheets cosily around her bare fur and moved to straddle her slumbering lover...

"I love you. F-fuck, I love you so much... W-Willow."

Sinking down upon Kemper's throbbing cock as she heard those words, Willow whimpered loudly. One hand steadied herself against Kemper's chest as she wiggled and worked her way down around his rigid shaft, while the other fell to her clitoris. She thumbed the stiff nub roughly, and grunted with desire. Panting and shuddering as she settled, hilted upon her lover's member, she used her very first spare breath to reply to him. Sleeping or not, aware of who was truly causing him this pleasure or not, she couldn't let such a comment go unanswered... nor indeed unrewarded.

"I love you too, Kemper. Oh. O-ohh yes..."

In the near pitch dark of their bedroom, surrounded by the warm sheets of their bed and with many hours to go before the late autumn light began to burst through the drapes, Willow began to ride her sleeping lover.

Kemper might have been dreaming of her already. He might have been dreaming of a scenario exactly like this, as far as Willow was aware. But as far as she was concerned, it didn't matter whether her lover's fantasies were simple or utterly impossible in how they were playing themselves out. All Willow knew was that of all the women in the world, Kemper was choosing on some level to dream about her.

Between that knowledge, and the fact that a real orgasm from riding his real cock would feel a hell of a lot better to Willow than an orgasm achieved solely by her dream self, that was all the incentive she needed to help Kemper make his dream come true.

By Jeeves