Transported

8

***UNEDITED
GOGY POV

It's really sweaty. I try to move away from the heat behind me but it hurts to move too much. My ass fucking hurts like hell!

"Hey, shhhh, it's okay." Dream's voice comforts me, a hand gently combing through my hair. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Dreamy?" I open my eyes a little as he hums questioningly. "It hurts."

"Where?"

My butt. "You know where." I try to pull away again and whimper out in pain 'cause holy fuck! "Dream!" I cry, tears building in my eyes.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay." Dream pulls me backwards so I'm right against his chest. "Y'know I can smell when you're in pain? I know it hurts, just bare with it for a little bit longer, it's going back to normal."

"Thank God, how long have we been like this?"

"About an hour, I was just letting you rest since it seemed like you needed it."

"Mmm, yeah, we walked all day."

"And then we had sex..." Dream trails off, pressing a couple kisses to my neck. "Sorry if I went too hard."

More like not hard enough.

"Really? Should I go harder next time?" Oh fuck, did I say that out loud? "Do you like it rougher?"

"I guess so but I don't wanna be stuck like this again."

"I don't think it happens every time— do you feel that?"

"Feel what?" I try as hard as I can to turn and face him.

"It's gone down, I'm gonna pull out now."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"Prolly not but, uh, it might feel weird when my, y'know, comes out. I'm pretty sure there's a lot of it." Dream starts to pull out and I quickly stop him. I guess he was talking about his cum and, yeah, I know what he means. There's a lot of it.

"That feels really weird... go slow please." I guess I can just flip around and lay on my stomach for a while but that isn't going to get rid of it, I need it out.

Dream pulls out completely and I flip onto my stomach, whining as it leaks out.

"I'll go grab a towel, I'll be right back." The bed jostles a little when he leaves and he comes back about a minute later with boxers on and two towels. "It might be a little cold," he warns before beginning to wipe me down with a surprisingly warm towel.

"It's not cold," I purr at the warmth, my eyes closing a little.

"George." Dream wheezes out my name. "Move your tail."

"Why?"

"You wrapped it around my hand." He's wheezing again at something I didn't even mean to do. I move my tail and he goes back to wiping me down which feels less nice now that I actively have to think about keeping my tail away. "All done, I'll grab you some clean clothes." Dreamy walks over to our bags then comes back to help me into my clothes.

"I don't want that." I push my hoodie away from me after putting the boxers on.

"Why not? It's clean." Dream stares at it for a moment then looks back to me. "There's nothin wrong with it."

"I don't want it." I don't know why I don't, I simply don't.

"Can you tell me what you do want?"

I grumpily shake my head and get off the bed, going over to Dream's backpack. After rummaging through it for a minute I find a yellow hoodie that smells a lot like Dreamy and slip it on. It makes me feel like he's giving me a warm hug, I like it.