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Basil, despite being a gardener, had always looked soft to Omori.
His hands were strong, he had muscles if you looked for them… Yet no matter what, he gave the impression of a delicate flower. Gentle, fragile… whatever other synonyms you would use to describe flowers.
Despite Sunny’s intentions to move on being made clear, he allowed Omori to continue maintaining Headspace. It was a much easier job when all the nightmares had gone to rest.
Now he could just… Enjoy this life. Without it being a battle. He didn’t need to worry about Basil finding the truth, or saying the wrong thing.
In fact, it was nice to have someone to talk to that knew as much as he did. Everyone else had changed, but Basil…
“Omori!”
The monochrome boy looked up from where he was staring at the flowers. Basil stood smiling, teal and gold. “Could you help fetch some water for me? The stream near my house should be closest!”
Omori took his dark eyes off Basil’s sparkling ones down to the watering can. He held his hands out and Basil handed it to him.
“Thank you!! It shouldn’t take too long, I’ll be admiring the flowers while I wait!”
Basil liked to give Omori little quests like that, it made him feel important in the quieter Headspace. Omori liked it that way. Being alone in Headspace wasn’t dangerous like it used to be, after all.
Or, that’s what he expected.
Omori wandered into the thicket of trees surrounding Basil’s house. While within the densely wooded space, he spotted a reflective purple pool with a white and orange tentacle poking out of it.
Strange. He didn’t recall Abbi showing up here.
“What do you want?”
After Sunny's recovery, Abbi had been allowed to regain her wisdom she had once lost. If she was waving through pools, it usually meant she wanted something.
“Is Basil here?” Her voice flowed out of the surface of the water, as through it were no barrier.
“No,” Omori said shortly. Just because he wasn’t fighting her anymore didn’t mean he was going to talk to her more than he had to.
He stood still, and slowly two of her wet tendrils slowly snaked up his arm in a spiral shape. “…Do you need me to get him for you?”
“I don’t believe it will be necessary.”
He didn’t have time for this. He pulled and tried to walk away, but noticed too late one had wrapped around his leg. He attempted to pull it away, but the grip tightened severely and he nearly tripped. The only thing that stopped him from hitting the ground was the grip on his arms, pulling him back towards the pool.
He was lifted into the air by his leg and gasped.
More thick tendrils came out of the pool and brushed against his back. The cold went right through his bones, forcing his teeth to clench. His tanktop wasn’t enough to stop the chill, especially once they spread across his back and pushed him until he was roughly sitting upright. More wrapped around his abdomen and shoulders.
Still dazed, he snapped out of his shock and tried to wiggle out. This only worked against him. The grip on him tightened, and he only became further ensnared.
They wiggled their way to more sensitive skin. Deciding on which point of contact to pay attention to became frantic. One went below his shoulder strap to prod at his collarbone. Another went under his shirt and up his belly, thickly wiggling against him while the tip prod his chest. Another crawled around his jaw and held his chin firmly.
Despite the restraint, Omori resisted defiantly, using his strength to open his mouth- maybe to shout- but the moment he tried, another one clasped down over his lips, preventing any sounds from escaping too far.
Omori shouted and clenched his eyes in an attempt to focus, but all he got was wet tentacle taste in his mouth! He struggled and kicked, but the tentacles were much stronger than his skinny body. They were just learning how to hold him in ways that would restrain his moving even more.
His eyes felt misty and his voice fell short of useful. He wanted badly to focus on escaping, no one should be allowed to trap him! But the damn tentacles were getting so… distracting..!! Even taking a deep breath like Sunny did got interrupted by the pressing down against his organs.
The suckers unstuck from his face with a series of pops leaving red kissing dots on his face. He gasped, breathing in deeply, attempting to get some more air. During this pause though, Abbi pushed him so he was leaning forward with his butt in the air.
Something wetly crawled up his thigh, getting under his shorts. He gasped and kicked, but it was no use as it went further down. While he was focusing on trying to kick the appendage off, a second snuck under his loose tank top and toyed with his nipples.
Omori didn’t want to hurt Abbi, they were friends now! There was no way he was going to attack her, even if she was acting like she was going to… pull him apart!?
He whined, but then his face got covered by her again. He freed one of his arms and clutched at his gag. His fingers managed to get enough of a grip he could pull her far enough to whine, “Stop it-!” but she proved stronger, slipping out of his grasp and much more tightly wrapping around his face. The boy whined and squirmed.
“Why stop? To protect your innocence?” She said, squishing his chest. He gasped high against the wetness protruding into his mouth, shocking himself. “That’s just another thing you’ve tricked yourself into believing you have. You know what’s going on…”
Something wet and slimly slid up his butt. Omori froze in place.
He didn’t even remember widening his mouth, but a second after he did his mouth was filled with a wet, long warmth in an instant. He nearly gagged before it pulled back enough for him to breathe, before much more slowly easing itself into his face.
Omori’s voice box tried to sound, a noise cut off short by the length wrapping around his tongue and pulling. The boy moaned, surprised he’d done it, at this sort of kiss.
Slowly he felt himself get maneuvered to lie on his back. He was grabbed by his legs so they were pulled apart. He tried to kick, but his muscles felt strained and weak against the strong forceful yet effortless hold he was being kept in.
“You’re much easier to fight than you were last time…”
The wind brought a chill to his wet thighs. Omori reactively tried to close his knees to stave away the discomfort, but Abbi’s grip was stronger. He continued to strain himself in her grasp, tiring himself out with futile thrashing.
She reached further down his shorts until Omori felt the wet tip rubbing his asshole. Startled, he tried to clench his asscheeks shut. It pushed her away for a second, much to Omori’s relief, but only that second.
His legs got stretched further away from each other, and the tentacle in his mouth went deeper into his throat. He shouted, but to no avail. Unable to stop the attack he choked a sob down. He felt the tip circling him. Easily with how covered it was, it slipped in the first inch, pushing apart his walls.
Omori didn’t remember this feeling. Nothing was supposed to be there! He never even had to use the restroom while in the dream! He couldn’t try to move away too much as he was too focused on trying not to choke on what was in his mouth instead. He held deathly still, confused, flushed and panicked.
It pushed further in, sinking deeper through him with ease. Omori’s vision fuzzed and the only thing he paid attention to was the feeling inside of him. It was tingling, he felt like trying to get it to move on its own. Wet and tight and he both felt like it was too much, a foreign intruder, touching in places it shouldn’t, and like a comfortable toy stuck somewhere it shouldn’t be. He didn’t know whether he wanted to complain about its presence, forcing him to feel parts of his body he regularly didn’t, or that it wasn’t enough.
“Gguh-“He attempted to gag past the gag. Gracefully, she complied by pulling out of his mouth more. It felt hollow and raw for a moment. “Dou- doooonnnn’t-“
“Why not?” She stuffed him further, a few inches fast this time and he keened. “Anyone could see you’re enjoying this,”
He couldn’t get more protests out past his heavy breathing. His head was spinning. Badly. He was supposed to be the guardian of this world, and he was being handled like a rag-doll toy. Pushed, pulled, touched, everything felt like so much and he could barely see or hear from inside his own head. It quickly became too much when it started to move him slowly circling and pressing against the walls to open up his insides even more. Omori shut his eyes tightly, tears threatening to spill.
“You act so big and tough, but anyone can see how vulnerable you are. Walking around with your loose tanktop and just your underwear… It’s as if you want to show off!”
He just liked to wear what was comfortable to bed… Because he could. Because no one would stop him. An exercise of his power.
“Maybe Sunny made you that way on purpose. A dirty little deity.”
Sunny made him that way?
Omori felt a blush run down his face and his little cock twitch at the idea. Oh goodness, was it true? Omori's breath hitched. He's feeling a desire beyond anything he's wanted before.
“But the second there’s someone stronger than you…” She made a point of stretching his leg, further straining his muscles, “You melt.”
He whined a little at her words.
“It’s all this pent up energy you’ve been left with. You have to keep this playful, safe fantasy all together. It must be so much work for someone at your tender age, when all your creator thinks of is…” She trailed off, letting the rest stay unspoken.
“You know, from the way you’re acting, it’s almost like you would rather be Sunny’s personal little whore than a guardian…”
No, no, of course not! Even if that left some very nice thoughts in his head… Following Sunny around like a cat… brushing against his leg and laying on his back… Letting Sunny mount on top of h- No, he was a guadian! No misbehaving Great One could take that from him!
He attempted to protest, but it only resulted in unimpressive wiggling that just managed to get him further ensnared. She squeezed around his cock, hard, and his eyes rolled and he nearly lost vision. She loosened her grip.
“This is exactly what I meant…” she sang. “Do you want to cum?”
“M- mm!!”
“But you shouldn’t if you were as pure as you’re meant to be,” she completely ignored him, “A little guardian of childhood fantasies has no sexual purpose, you’d think?”
I’m not-! He attempted to argue, but it only came out as a mumble with his mouth gagged so deeply. He wasn’t sexual at all, it was all just her! She was the one perverting what was innocent. He never would’ve been feeling any of this weirdness without her interference!
Still on his back, she pulled his tank top up slowly. One of her branches restraining his leg grazed its soft tip slowly up his bare belly, making him shiver.
“You’re so thin for your age… I really ought to fatten you up.” She emphasized her words with a thick pulse widening his throat.
He gagged, clenching his throat, feeling his body tickle and his mind float for a moment, stunning him from his senses. He snapped out of his temporary daze, gag thinned so he could breathe. He wondered if that had anything to do with her choking him, if the restrained airflow was what messed up his head.
…Confusingly, he wanted her to do it again.
But that’s when she slid out entirely, making him gasp and heave heavily for air. His mouth felt wet and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to talk. She flipped his body over, making him face down and was straddling him by the chest and belly. His arms hung loosely down, as did his head.
Nothing around his privates let go, though. His legs were still held up, so he couldn’t kick even if he wanted to. Gently the tentacle tickled somewhere, making Omori gasp and lose vision for a moment. She kept touching inside him, rubbing, circling, making him feel things, and he didn’t want it! “S-stop! Stop! I- don’t know what you’re-!”
“What do you think you are gaining by pretending you do not understand, DREAMER?”
She emphasized her words with a push, making Omori freeze and an involuntarily noise fall out of his mouth. “auh-“ Without having her stuffed up his face, he had little ways to silence himself now.
The boy panted. This was all wrong, wrong! She just repeated her actions continuously, more thrusting, on and off. He closed his eyes shut and tried to imagine everything going away, darkness instead of the colors, but with another angle he felt a spark go through his body and he keened with a high moan.
He couldn’t FOCUS! It was just too good, too good…!
“You’re not a child, you just long for someone to take care of you as though you were one,”
Omori nodded his head, his chin touching her. He didn’t mean to agree, in his head he was still protesting. It was just so hard to do when he was being cradled so dearly…
“Of course, it doesn’t make any sense for you to be living through these fantasies. You’re just a silly little boy. It’s all Sunny. He can barely think of anything but sex, but as long as he refuses to face that truth, it becomes your burden to bare.”
Her coils rotated on his cock so they’re on the smooth side and wrap tightly around him. Omori panted and tried to kick, but there was nothing he could do but adjust his legs slightly in ways that felt more pleasurable. The tendrils around him latched onto any free part of its body. It was fast and in a way that got him even more horny than he was before. The sliding against his skin startles and excites him.
His legs froze to try and counteract the overwhelming movement. Not having to face more resistance, the tentacles instantly took advantage. They strap him down by the corner between his legs and crotch, and the suckers glue themselves to the skin there and on his ass. Now he couldn’t pull away no matter how much he tried.
It was easier to just give in. The boy's mind was too clouded at this point, losing all reason for why he was even trying to escape when it felt so good. So what if it was a wet dream, why did he even want to escape this? Shouldn’t he cherish this?
His face broke into a blissful, crooked smile, much happier looking now. He bounced slightly with Abbi’s movements, being cooperative and beckoning her further into him. He spread his legs apart further, exposing his tiny parts for easier access.
“There you go…” She cooed, “Don’t you feel much better this way? Happiness is much easier when you don’t have to fight, isn’t it now?”
“hah-“ He couldn’t stop himself from agreeing. Everything felt so much better, so much smoother. He didn’t want to be anywhere else, ever.
Omori felt her tighten her grip around his shaft, tensing so hard he felt like he was being choked. He startled a moan of complaining.
“I’d love to put you on the edge, toy with you for a few more hours, but I don’t believe we have time for that…”
Right now Omori couldn’t even fathom the horrors of stopping. He felt like crying at mere thought of it, and even felt small tears at the corners of his eyes. He was only calmed by the firm wonderful strokes continuing on him. He squintednow just joyful his eyes shut and rocked back to encourage them more, using his arms to hug the tentacle closest to him.
“Shh shh…” She comforted, rubbing his face slightly up and down. “Here, I’ll give you a gift to help you,”
Then, she picked up her speed considerably. The pushing and shoving directly into his sweet-spot made him cry out, sobbing. He felt his penis try to push something out of it, throbbing, but her grip stopped it. He choked another sob and drooled onto her. He felt so wired but couldn’t- couldn’t-
Right as she pushed into his sweet spot, all at once she let go. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. He stiffened and shivered, white spilled out onto her and his own legs. He went totally cross eyed and squealed. He’d completely forgotten about all notions of fighting earlier. Now just joyful, happy to relax and submit into the grasp of his knowledge. She knew best, she was there to watch over him. Electricity shot up his legs up his spine to his neck.
His body completely melted and relaxed. He sank into the restrains merrily, joyfully, smiling stupidly. His chest heaved and his breath hitched, confused and silly. Abbi fully pulled herself out of his body, leaving him empty but comfortable.
“Aww, you’re tired, aren’t you?” His bangs separated wetly covering his face in strands. He breathed with an open mouth and his eyes closed. He imagined the pool was a lot cooler than his sweat.
Slowly, Abbi easily maneuvered his relaxed body into a swaddle. He enjoyed every point of contact to be cuddled. He felt calm, for a second. …Until he felt her slowly coiling around his shaft again. He tried rolling onto his sides, failing, making tiny grunting noises. But then she fully grabbed him and started her mad thrusting up and down.
“Stop, stop!” He cried. It wasn’t fun anymore! He violently struggled, but his kicks did nothing. Even as he tried new tentacles got a different better grip on him, he tried biting but it was too tough for him and just choked him more deeper into his throat where it tickled. He was completely helpless, and the idea was foreign to him. He didn’t know what to think or do, just having to sit there and take it. The dreamworld was his, why was he the toy here?
“See how your body takes it? Your reluctance is a facade. You’ve been burning up inside,”
It hurt! As much as he tried and tried, he couldn’t get her off. He groaned loudly and sobbed, but none of his protests stopped her.
Before he could realize, it was starting to feel good again.
“How about…”
She slowed, not enough, but enough Omori could get just a moment of breathing. Then, he felt the tip of another tendril touching his butt.
“Ah- aah?” He breathed. It slid into his body, pushing in, too wet to get stopped. It was so smooth and fast his heart pounded at the cold intrusion. “Mmnggck!”
“Shshsh… just nice and smooth…” she gently rocked him.
Slowly, the intruder sank deeper into him. He couldn’t do anything but lie still and take it, shakey breaths keeping him together. It was the only thing he focused on. Inch by inch, splitting his tight walls apart again, stickily and smoothly. Slowly she got him used to it.
“There there…” She coo’d. “You don’t have to say more, I know what you want. I’m the wisest after all”
Omori keened and kicked his legs when it started jabbing him more. He took a huge breath in and felt it getting knocked out of him. The restraints on his wrists were about the only thing holding him back. He looked up starward feeling an oddness spark through him, his mouth opened and spit fell out.
The tentacles further constricted parts of his body, his arms, his neck, and laid him stretched flat so that they could get a better angle. They pulled him apart, widening the amount of room they had. “You’d just love someone to fill you up, wouldn’t you…”
Unlike the last time she went inside him, this time he didn’t feel her stopping. He felt the big thing inside him go further and further in, and he just lay back and let her. But it just kept going, felt feeding. He shot up in a panic, looking down at the connection. He felt his face heat up and he looked away when he saw something he felt he shouldn’t.
He saw a bulge in him. He felt her all the way to his belly. Brand new sparkles went off in his mind over it. But that was wrong. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Nothing was supposed to go that far. “Stop- stooop!!” He cried with his hands to his mouth.
“Is that not the point of fantasy?” She thrusted, moving his whole body from the inside. “Omori… You get to live beyond anyone’s wildest realities. This place is your canvas to do whatever you wish with no consequences. No sin can’t be undone.”
More supporting tentacles emerged from the pool, up his legs and moving to fondle his balls. The tentacles around his face went back into his mouth and down his throat, pleasantly choking him like pleased him earlier, before letting him breathe again and going back in. He couldn’t think beyond all of it. He couldn’t choose how to move, he was being touched from all ends, and even his breathing was being restricted.
Despite it not having been too long, white seed spat and dribbled out of him. He moaned through her gags in his mouth, drool falling down his chin, finding them a comforting binkie to suck on and stop his noise from spreading. The tentacles in his mouth pressed further down his body from both ends and the ones around his cock tightened as they pumped as though to wring him dry.
He felt so, so tired out. His vision was purple and dotted and he could barely even see the sky through it. The tentacles rested him down on the ground, and he breathed heavily.
…Only to start wrapping around him again, across his chest and abdomen. He tried to claw his way out of their grasp, but didn’t have nearly the same kind of energy he did from earlier. Stark panic ran through him. He couldn’t do it again- he couldn’t!
“Omori?”
Another voice.
Omori spotted Basil between the trees and immediately started crying out. "Help!!!"
The second Basil caught sight of him, he dropped his water bucket and put his hands over his mouth. Shocked, but quick to action, he ran close by. He reached out his hand, and Omori was able to grab on.
Omori honestly didn’t expect Basil to overpower Abbi, but for whatever reason, when his friend started pulling him back she let go. Her grip on him suddenly went limp, sliding off his body- willingly it seemed. He felt the last of the tentacles slither down from his neck to the tips of his toes, back away into the pool. Finally, he was free.
He looked completely spent on the grass. Omori breathed heavily, dizzy, trying to recover from all that.
"A-Are you okay!?" Basil fretted, a little breathlessly. Omori didn’t really feel like responding, instead groaning out of annoyance.
Basil offered him a hand, and Omori dejectedly looked up from the dirt he'd face planted himself onto it. "Here, let's go to the lake, okay?"
“And… Here you go! I made this soap myself!” Basil handed Omori a little soap bar, while sitting on the land next to the lake.
Omori gently scrubbed himself, appreciating the opportunity to get clean. But despite currently bathing, he still felt dirty.
“I don’t know if you want to talk about it…” Basil acknowledged, “I just don’t know what would’ve made Abbi go after someone! She’s usually so nice…”
The monochrome boy agreed. The whole situation bugged him, really. Abbi’s role was to uphold the truth. She wouldn’t just lie or make things up for no reason… “hm…”
“Maybe you could ask Sunny?” Basil suggested. He retained memories from his time of being Stranger. It was Sunny’s mind, so all problems originated from him.
Omori pondered the thought. Abbi did mention Sunny a few times… “Ok. I’ll check if he’s in White Space.”