Chapter 5 (????????)
Destiny was having the same dream, again. The one where she and Felix has a hot make-out session. Only this time felt different. This time she wanted it to go further, in fact, she WILLED it to go further. She could feel every hungry grope, she felt the pounding her heart made against her chest, and she felt his rose petal like lips against her own.
The scene had been the same every time it had played, in her own apartment, in broad daylight. They had previously started the session in the kitchen, but it quickly escalated to her bed, with her on top. Destiny moaned, knowing by morning that the underwear she wore would be soaked. However, in this moment, she did not care. Her hand traveled down his chest, and nicely structured abs, to the real place of interest, Felix's manhood. She kept it there, feeling him throb beneath her palm, all the while, keeping up pace in their steamy moment. It felt significantly electrifying, in this moment.
Destiny heard him groan her name, his chest vibrating against her ample breasts. Again, she willed it to continue further. What did she have to lose? It was just a dream right? "Mmm, Felix. Fuck Me," she whimpered, hoping to take this dream to the desired ideation. However, her dream worked against her, throwing her into the whirlpool that would soon spit her out into the same clearing as before.
Sure enough, it did, it spit her into the same clearing, however when she looked around this time, she was surrounded by naked people, literally. Naked people surrounded at her as if she were a display in a museum... A museum that allowed an entire naked community to waltz in as if they were not already a sight to see themselves. Destiny would have asked them what they were staring at, however, when she went to speak she felt uncomfortable prickles all over her skin. It nearly felt as if her skin had been crawling with itchy chiggers. She hated those microscopic bugs, so she started rubbing her skin, and instead of seeing bugs, she saw platinum blonde, and tannish hair sprouting from her skin.
Even so, she did not feel the need to panic or run, the feeling of safety covered her like a blanket draped over her own naked skin. Destiny heard snapping and popping, her limbs were on fire, a muted fire. She sprawled out hoping to alleviate the pain that resembled growing pains. The fire traveled from her limbs to her spine and from her spine to her face. When the cracking noises were over, she opened her eyes. The naked people in front of her, holding torches, continued to stare, nearly looking pleased. But for what? She stood on heavy feet; when she looked down, they were not feet. They were gigantic paws. Yet, instead of feeling petrified, as she should have, Destiny felt oddly safe, she imagined this is what being around family would feel like.
She scanned the crowd for some information, she found Felix's blue eyes standing among the crowd, and he looked impressed and proud. How odd. Felix had not been in the second part of her dreams before, but before she could reach out, it all disappeared.
Destiny's eyes snapped open, she hissed feeling her eyes burn from the brightness. She closed her eyes half way, feeling something heavy draped over her stomach. "Lily get off," She groaned, willing sleep to come back, she had not been ready to wake up; Destiny would love to return to the first part of her dream. Unfortunately, for her, sleep denied her hypothetical friend request, forcing her to face her wakeful consequences for being alive.
She decided she needed a shower; after the intense dream she had, she could just feel the slippery substance that coated her lady bits, that and it would offer the opportunity to complete when dreamland failed to comply. She needed release, she felt like a rubber band, stretched beyond her limits.
Destiny tried shoving 'Lily' off her, but her dog felt oddly hairless, and did not budge. She could not sit up, so instead, she looked around her room, but this room did not look like her own, "what the heck?" When Destiny's eyes scanned the bed she laid in, she saw manly features, and that was enough for her to find the strength to jump six feet in the air, and off the bed.
"We did not! Oh my god! Felix! Wake up!" She screeched panicking; her breaths came quick and short.
Felix groaned, "Five more minutes precious, please."
Destiny sighed exasperated, "No no no no, you need to get up now, why was I laying in your bed, why am I naked, and oh my god why are you naked?!"
A wave of dizziness enveloped her as images and memories crashed into Destiny. She felt like a bus had hit her. She remembered laughing and talking with Felix at the bar, she remembered her heart souring as they talked how she accused him of following her to the bathroom and the hot embarrassment that followed when she found out, he was just trying to help. She inwardly groaned, feeling more awful than she had last night. This reminded Destiny of the many many many shots she consumed last night by the steel bar of nausea that crushed her stomach.
Her hand shot to her stomach, hoping to save the contents of her stomach; her effort was feeble. She gagged, nearly vomiting all over the carpeted floor.
"Bathroom" she pleaded, searching around at every door inside his room.
"Over there," Felix lazily pointed to a door on the opposite side of the room. Destiny bolted to it, nearly ripping it off the hinges. She would have stopped to question it, but hot bile rose in her throat. Instead, she silently thanked him, as she kneeled in front of the porcelain god and sang the After Drinking Pledge in between acidic heaving.
"I... Destiny Marshal... will not...drink...again... for as long as... I live.." Felix must have followed her in because she felt his calloused hands pull her blonde hair back and out of her face. She continued heaving for the next few minutes, half the time something actually came up the other half it was just convulsions and dry heaving.
