Drink, With a Catch, Because I Wanted to Write this Idea
Update: This Turned Out a Lot more Fucked Up than I first Imagined
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(NSFW, Manipulation, Drugging, NONCON, NONCON, NONCON)
Dream stared at the empty vial that Ink had set on the desk separating them. “I-I’m... I’m not sure I understand...” The prince set down his pen, raising a brow at the artist. Ink sighed. He picked up the vial, holding it between his fingers. “There... there was no yellow?”
“There was no yellow.” Ink confirmed with a quiet nod. “Every other damn color was there when I went to refill. But not yellow. Yellow is my happiness vial. And it’s empty.” He laid it out clearly for Dream. Dream was taken back and he looked down.
“I’m sorry, but I... I don’t understand why you would come to me...? I can’t get the... Creators... to give you a shade of paint. And I don’t have any...” Dream paused as Ink shook his head.
“Listen, Dream. You’re my best friend, right?” Dream blinked before nodding and telling him that he was. “And friends help each other so they don’t become emotionless husks, right?” Dream paused before furrowing his brow and nodding. “Well, I’ve found a way to replace my paint, but I’m going to need your help and I’m gonna need you to trust me.” Trust him? Dream faltered again.
He was Ink’s best friend. But Ink was... problematic... to say the least. There was something about a monster without a soul asking Dream to trust him that rubbed him the wrong way. He looked away before sighing. “Okay... how can I help?” He asked, turning back to face him. Ink stared evenly at him and spoke.
“I need to use your soul.” Dream choked for a moment and shook his head. He began to sputter and Ink cut him off. “Dream. If I don’t have that color, I don’t have a full set of emotions and I’m GOING to become unstable.” He rolled his eyes. “My intent is not to kill you. It’s really not that big a deal.” Dream stared at him. Except it kinda was.
To trust someone with your soul was quite a big deal and Dream figured that because Ink didn’t have one, he didn’t understand that. He gulped and opened his mouth to speak before Ink met his gaze. “You’re really not going to help me?” Ink sounded disappointed and taken back. His voice had become an emotionless, monotone drawl. Dream faltered. “You say you’re my best friend, and you’re not even going to help me.”
“I want to, b-but giving you m-my soul is...” He trailed off, not sure how to put it without upsetting Ink, who stared at him.
“You don’t trust me. We’re supposedly best friends and you don’t trust me. Even though I trusted you with my secret about my paints.” Ink sounded betrayed and Dream panicked a little, not wanting Ink to be upset.
“I’ll do it!” Ink blinked at him. Dream sighed and looked away, rubbing his arm. “I’ll... give you my soul and you can do whatever you need to with it...” He felt awful. Ink seemed to notice and shook his head, turning away.
“I’m not going to make you do it.” Ink muttered. “I’m not that kind of monster.” He turned away and Dream stood up, using his magic to shut and lock the office door, startling Ink into looking back at him.
“No! I said I’m going to help! So let me help!!” Dream said firmly. Ink stared at him with an unreadable expression before sighing. He nodded and muttered fine. He moved back and went over to the couch. Dream summoned his golden apple soul and Ink called it over to him, holding it in his hands. “Do you want me over there?”
“No, you can keep working on paperwork.” Ink said dismissively, his fingers beginning to ghost over the surface. Dream blushed and nodded, picking up his pen. He was in the middle of signing something when Ink gave his soul a rough squeeze and he yelped, covering his mouth. He looked over at Ink, who just seemed focused on the task in hand.
He wet one of his fingers before beginning to push it inside the soul, causing Dream’s body to jerk and he slammed his foot into the desk, leaning over and laying his head against it. He trembled, his eyes wide. Was Ink even aware of what he was doing?? There was a burning heat along Dream’s bones. It only got worse as Ink wet another finger, adding it to the one already inside, stretching open Dream’s soul.
His body gave a violent shudder and his ecto was beginning to form as a way to relieve some of the heat. He gasped as his leggings began to tear, the fake, golden flesh poking through. He made his first actual noise, moaning as Ink pushed his tongue inside his soul. He began to circle his tongue around, making Dream twitch and his newly formed cunt throb. He continued to lean against the desk, trembling against his papers as he rubbed his legs together.
He heard a popping noise and looked up. His eyes widened and he cried out in shock as Ink began to push the open end of the vial into the opening in his soul. He cried out, shaking and Ink glanced at him. “I can’t afford to lose any of it.” He murmured. Dream twitched and his body was burning as he sat in his chair. He let out a weak, shuddering noise as Ink got up. His leggings had torn along his entrance and he shook, knowing his cunt was already slicking up.
Ink moved behind him and reached down, the soul floating next to him as he grabbed Dream’s hips and pulled him up so he was bent over the desk. His legs shook and he asked Ink weakly what he was doing. “I need to speed up the process, Dream. That way, it’s less awkward for the both of us.” Funny. Ink didn’t sound embarrassed at all. Dream, however, was a shaking, blushing mess, bent over his own desk in front of his best friend.
Ink lifted the back end of his coat and blinked. “Woah, your leggings are completely shredded. I can see everything...” He began to slip his fingers into the rips, making Dream’s breath catch in his throat as he whimpered. He was in his female form, his breasts pressed uncomfortably against the hard surface of the desk. Ink’s hands began to wander over to his folds and he tore what little fabric was hiding it, fully exposing Dream.
The guardian felt humiliated and shook under Ink’s touch, trying not to just burst into tears. He yelped, his legs slamming against the desk against as Ink’s finger suddenly pushed past his folds and straight into his entrance. “Maybe I should’ve stuck the vial in here...” He began to move his fingers around inside of Dream, making him jolt in shock. Ink paused. “Okay, it’s getting a little wet...”
Dream was on the verge of tears and he hiccuped. Ink sighed. “This is no good like this.” He felt Ink pull back, leaving him trembling and exposed. There was a pop and Ink inhaled quietly. Dream yelped as he was grabbed and turned, being laid back against the desk. He sputtered, staring up at Ink with wide, teary eyes.
He blinked as the other opened his jaws, revealing a glowing, bright pink liquid and leaned forward. He connected their mouths and Dream screwed his eyes shut, trying to pull away. Kissing?? He hadn’t been told about any of this!! Ink held him there, fingers pressed into his jaw. Dream opened his mouth to protest and yelped as he felt something be pushed into his mouth.
Ink’s tongue was accompanied by a strange sort of cream. It tasted like vanilla and strawberries. He didn’t want to swallow it, but he felt Ink’s fingers around his throat, pressing a spot that caused him to choke a little and the substance was pulled down his throat.
Ink sighed and leaned back, a bit of the glowing liquid dripping down his chin as he licked it up. His eyes were calm. Dream gulped, trembling against the desk. “Wh-what did you j-just give me?” He whispered. To his horror, Ink only responded with a soft grin as he tucked what was left of the bright pink vial back into his throat. He shuddered.
His body felt strange and he shivered, suddenly curling in. He felt restless. He squirmed, his bones growing hot. “Oh...” He groaned, his face heating up. Ink slowly turned him back on his stomach against the desk. He spread Dream’s legs a little and began to explore inside of him again, making him shake as pleasure burned through him.
His thighs twitched and he found himself pushing his hips back against Ink, wanting more. “Ink! Ink, please...!” He was so hot and he tried to cling to the desk, tearing some of his papers. He hiccuped as Ink’s exploring got deeper and deeper. Ink’s fingers stopped and Dream whined as he pulled them out. His cunt kept squeezing down on nothing and he’d never been more aware of the intrusion in his soul.
Something thick and hard rubbed against his folds from behind after a brief period of shuffling. Dream froze up, his eyes wide as tears ran down his face. “W-Wait... wait, Ink- INK!!” He shrieked as he felt Ink enter him, slamming him back down against the desk. It hurt. He began to cry weakly. Ink paused, gripping his hips. He seemed taken back.
“Are you...?” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Well, WERE you a virgin, Dream?” Dream began to cry louder and Ink sighed. He waited for a moment before slowly beginning to thrust. Dream gasped and moaned, holding onto his desk as his body was rocked. The pain was fading and burning pleasure was starting to replace it as Dream tried to open his legs wider.
He screamed out as Ink slipped in deeper and his hands curled into fists. His soul was pounding and dripping. He could see the vial beginning to fill. He was growing close and Ink continued to pound into him even harder, causing the desk to scoot across the floor. Dream tightened hard as he wailed Ink’s name. He came with a jolt, his cum spattering the desk as the vial was seen filling up with golden liquid.
Ink didn’t stop and Dream cried out, his face completely tearstained as he felt Ink release inside of him. He groaned, feeling it in his belly. There was a lot. He felt Ink pull out, leaving his cunt throbbing and burning as cum trickled out and began to spill down his legs. Ink hummed, dissipating his ecto as he reached up and began to pull the vial out of Dream’s soul, causing him to tearfully moan again.
It left him with a wet pop and his body twitched. His soul was shaking as it returned to him. Ink closed the vial and grinned at Dream, who was still bent over the desk, trembling. “I don’t think I have enough words to thank you! You really are the best, Dream!” He knelt down and forced Dream to look at him. “I hope I can rely on you if this happens again?” He sounded hopeful but there was something far more sinister in his tone and Dream shook.
Tears welled in his eyes again as he nodded and Ink smiled. “Thank you so much!!” He giggled. He gently pat Dream’s cheek and stood up, turning away before opening a portal with his paintbrush. “See you later!” He disappeared through it and it closed, leaving Dream wrecked and alone. He began to cry softly.
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