<div class="floatright">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/bloom.jpg)</div><br/>It was a bad one.  Guinevere didn't usually have nightmares, so when one this vivid came along it put her into a panic.  Breathe...  Air... Suffocation... Pressure on her chest, holding her down... something pinning her limbs....<br/><br/>Something flesh-warm and wiggly, a squirming mass of tentacles and... oh this really was a bad one!  No, that was a foot, and she was sure that sharp jab in her rib came from an elbow.  Not tentacles then, Oh thank the gods!  She fought her way through the mass of flesh - her face encountering voids and ridges she didn't want to dwell upon, her hands shoving into people... they seemed small, like children.<br/><br/>Pedophilia?  Surely not!  What sort of surreal headtrip was this?  Finally breaking through the hyperactive mass of dark flesh, she gasped in lungful after huge lungful of clean, pure air.  And then she saw that she hadn't been buried in children after all, but instead she'd just escaped a dog pile of dark little midgets - halflings of a subrace she'd never encountered before.<br/><br/>The weren't all nude, but those that weren't looked more naked than their fellows, and every one of them was a handsome specimen - chiseled muscular men and curvaceous nubile woman, odd and exotic an sexy despite their short stature.<br/><br/>She eyed the closest female, envying the perfect perky upthrust of her breasts - flaunting their defiance of the laws of gravity and decency.  A ripe dish, that one - she'd so hit that if...<br/><br/>Something was wrong!  Not only was she tipsy, and not only did her head hurt like dozens of small folk were tyring to hammer their way out of her skull, but she was... her balance was wrong - like she'd gained weight up top - it was hard to stand - and despite that, she felt stronger.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes very hard, shook her head and instantly regretted it, but shook it again much more slowly.  Another deep breath, held for a count of five, and then she opened her eyes and looked around.  Better, not nearly so dizzy now.  Glancing down, she saw the cute little dark woman close by, her tiny hand gripping a dick that obviously didn't belong to any of her kind.<br/><br/>For one thing, it was too pale, and for another it was too stout and too big for a halfling.  Not that it was all that big, though it was certainly respectable - uncircumcised, well-formed, just the thickness she liked... that was one nice cock. Decided to try it.<br/><br/>Later - first, she needed to hydrate, and to pee.  Funny how watching the little woman jerking that cock sent off sympathetic feeling, like her own body needed the same type of release.  With an aweful moan, she stood, pushing off the tangle of bodies laying across her middle.  And then....<br/><br/>The scream was loud.  And way too girly to have come from the throat that produced it.  "Oh gods!  Gods and Demons!  Oh fucking....arrrrrrrgh!"   The body under her chin wasn't hers.  And that cock was...  shit...  the little tramp was still jerking her, and it looked like she wanted to lick...   "FUCK!"  She jerked away, the heavy sway of the fully erect member slapping sideways into a hairy-muscled, masculine thigh.  Her thigh.<br/><br/>"Noooooooo!"  She grabbed her hair, shoved the heels of her hands into her ears, and screamed again.  Shit.  Her hair was different too, not long enough to pull like she wanted.  And she - SHE, fuck if she was going to call herself a he!  She was the only human in the pile.<br/><br/>What against all the elemental odds had happened at that party?  She had to know... And she still had to pee!  Every direction seemed the same, so she starting plodding through the pile, making her way to the edge.  Maybe it was all a dream, a vivid, horrific, terrible dream.  Or maybe it was an illusion!<br/><br/>That was it!  If Myar was behind this, the changling was so fucking dead...  But she'd never been in an illusion this elaborate, nor one this real.  With each step she was painfully pleasantly aware of the fleshy spear bobbling and poking its way before her, it felt heavy.<br/><br/>Gods, could things get any worse?  And then the dragon arrived.<br/><br/>As she fell forward into a dead faint, Guinevere heard Arren asking what happened, and then...  lack of conscious was sweet, dark bliss.<br/>