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“Frogs, like Minecraft YouTubers, have a taste for children.” Mr Samuel Streamer, November 17th, 2024

Most people on the server had a pet they loved way too much. Sapnap had his fish. Fundy his foxes, and Tubbo his bees. Dream had Spirit before she died. Though he never cared as much about her as he let Tommy believe.

Their attachments made them weak but, still, he wanted to feel what they felt. To exert complete control over another living creature's life and body. He never had the chance because he never found a mob he wanted to keep as a pet, so he did nothing.

He wasn’t sure when he first had the idea for a more unorthodox pet. Maybe it was during Tommy’s first exile, when Dream was forced to watch him follow Wilbur around like a dog. Or maybe it was earlier, when Tommy gave Dream his disks for L’manberg’s independence, his hands held out with the offering, eyes begging .

Maybe it was at the very beginning, the second Tommy stepped foot on the server and Dream felt his world see its very first drop of sunshine. He knew he loved Tommy from the start, he just didn’t know what to do about it. Tommy wasn't a romantic and neither was Dream, not really.

He always kept Tommy close, starting pointless conflicts just to hear the boy scream curses at him. He dreamed of one day just… taking him, but Tommy was always being watched, being loved by other people.

Then Wilbur died. Then Tommy burned down George’s house.

And the perfect opportunity presented itself. Tommy just had to learn to obey.

Tommy hissed as the boat rocked, still sore from the night before. The ocean gently coaxed the boat to shore before Dream stuck the oar into the sand.

Dream offered Tommy a hand to help him up. Tommy didn't take it, stepping onto the sand and sighing loudly, sounding as miserable as possible.

“Oh grow up, it’s not that bad,” Dream said.

“Not that- I have no house now! All my shit and friends are across the fucking ocean!” Tommy shouted, wrapping his arms around himself trying to stave off the freezing winds.

“Yeah, but you have me, right?” Dream said. “Besides, we haven’t got to spend much time together lately.”

“Yeah,” Tommy said like it was simple, “because you’re a massive dickhead.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting our friendship.” Dream said, pulling out a shovel.

Rolling his eyes Tommy said, “when will my friends visit?”

“You’re not allowed visitors yet, Tommy,” Dream said, “why would anyone want to see you right now? They kicked you out for a reason, you’re going to have to fix yourself before anyone’ll visit.”

Tommy huffed. He wanted to refute but didn’t really know what to say.

“Now,” Dream dug a hole in the sand, “put your items in the hole.”

For the next week or so he was right, even when Dream wasn’t there nobody came to visit. The time not spent trying to get enough to eat, was spent seething, staring at the wall of his tent. Or nursing the many wounds Dream kept giving him.

“You look like shit,” Dream said, pulling his boat ashore. The ocean was the only way to get to Tommy. Tommy suggested he build a nether portal but Dream refused saying he’d ‘spare Tommy the temptation.’ Maybe the trip was too much for his friends. 

“ Thanks, ” Tommy drawled, toes buried in the sand. It was late and a cold breeze had blown in but the sand still kept some heat. His striped tail fluffed up against the gentle wind.

“Still no visitors?” Dream asked, his voice was sympathetic, pitying.

“No, just you,” Tommy tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt. He ran out of food yesterday and really hoped Dream would give him some bread.

Dream clearly heard it anyway and stiffened. He tossed a shovel at Tommy's feet angrily.

“I expected you to be more thankful that I was visiting you at all.” Dream motioned to the shovel. “You know the drill.”

Tommy grabbed the shovel but paused. “I’m only here because of you!”

“Tommy, dig a hole,” Dream instructed.

“If you had just minded your own business I’d be home, I’d be with Tubbo.” Tommy wasn’t finished.

“ Tommy ,” Dream warned.

“No-“ Dream swung at him, Tommy moved out of the way, tripping back and landing on his ass. Dream was shaking and Tommy was too. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have dodged.

Dream slammed his foot into Tommy’s chest and pinned him to the ground. Tommy wheezed as the air was pushed out of his lungs. Dream pulled out his axe and held it careless at Tommy’s throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m-“ Tommy choked.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you, Tommy.” Dream said, digging his heel into Tommy’s ribs. The axe blade swung dangerously close to his throat and Tommy watched it with wide eyes. “But how else will you learn?”

“Please,” Tommy begged, breathlessly. He didn’t want to die, not like this.

Suddenly, Dream got off him. “Clearly this isn’t working.”

“No, no it does,” Tommy’s head lolled to the side. He could hardly handle the pain Dream inflicted on him now, he didn’t need Dream to start trying even harder to hurt him. His tongue felt heavy and speaking was hard. “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you’ll remember this better,” Dream said, grabbing Tommy by the back of his shirt and pulling him to his knees. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, putting his hands on his knees. Dream buried his hand in Tommy’s hair and pulled, not enough to hurt. “Open your eyes.”

Tommy begrudgingly did, looking up at Dream through damp lashes. Dream dropped his head and took a few steps back.

“Bark,” he said.

“What?” Tommy asked. 

“This is your new form of punishment,” Dream said simply, “since you keep forgetting your physical lessons.” 

‘Physical lessons’ were nice words for a beating.  

“What?” Tommy said again, still confused. This was better than the broken bones he thought he was getting.

“Bark,” Dream said.

“Um, woof,” Tommy said half-heartily. He started to stand up but Dream grabbed him and forced him back down.

“No, stay ,” Dream ordered like he was talking to a dog.

Tommy sat back on his knees, hunched over. His face flushed. 

“W-what is this?” Tommy stumbled over his words. His face felt so hot against the dusk air.

“Humiliation,” Dream said, “but if you’d rather take a normal punishment instead-“

“No!” Tommy shouted abruptly, grimacing. “I mean, I’m fine with this.”

“Okay Tommy, now, heel .”

“I don’t know what that means,” Tommy admitted.

Dream sighed and shook his head affectionately. “Here, I’ll show you.”

Dream kneeled in front of him, far too close for comfort, and grabbed his wrists. Dream lifted them up and pushed toward him, making his back arch. He felt so embarrassed, which he knew was the point but that didn’t make him hate it any less. 

“Keep your hand there,” Dream said. Tommy was sure that if Dream wasn’t wearing a mask he'd be able to feel his breath against his face. “Curl your fingers—like that.”

Dream stood up and admired his work. Tommy’s arms were shaking but he tried to keep them in the awkward position.

“Bark,” Dream ordered.

“Woof,” Tommy said blandly.

“That was terrible.”

“I’m a raccoon hybrid, man. I don’t make dog noises,” Tommy defended himself.

“Well, try.”

“I am trying.”

“Fine, just- copy me,” Dream cleared his throat, “rruff.”

Tommy snorted. “Shouldn’t you bahh, like a sheep?” Dream was a sheep hybrid, just like his mother, Puffy, a woman Tommy had barely spoken to. She was probably lovely.

“No, I’m showing you what to do.”

“Come on, man,” Tommy bemoaned.

“Bark,” Dream said again, this time lightheartedly, though Tommy felt no less pressure to comply.

“Ruff!” Tommy gave it his all, then broke off, laughing.

“Good boy,” Dream said.

Tommy cringed at that. What a weirdo, he thought. Though it was one of the few times Dream praised him, and this was still much better than a beating. He probably shouldn't tell Dream that part.

“Do you feel humiliated?” Dream asked, a smile in his voice.

“Yes, very,” Tommy nodded quickly. His tail lashed, stirring up the sand. “Can we stop now?”

Dream noticed. “Awe, is your tail wagging? Are you enjoying this, Tommy?” He cooed.

“What? No,” Tommy scrunched up his face at the idea, “Raccoons don’t wag their tails when they're happy.”

“Well maybe you should start. It’s cute,” Dream said, “it makes you more approachable, easier to be around. And you need all the help you get with that.”

Tommy considered that. Was this his version of ‘you look prettier when you smile’?

“But yes, we can stop now,” Dream said, “I take it you’ll remember not to disobey me again.” He grabbed the shovel again. “Now, dig a hole.”

A few minutes later, Tommy and Dream were sitting on the dirt floor of his tent, chatting.

“Because bread tastes better than key-“

“Hey Tommy,” Dream cut him off.

“Augh, what?”

“Do you want to play a game?” Dream asked.

“Ok Jigsaw,” Tommy shrugged. It was getting late, the sun had long since set and Tommy was getting tired. Dream seemed pretty happy right now, maybe if Tommy subtly brought up how hungry he was, Dream would be kind and give him something.

Dream laughed, “it’s called ‘Sip or Spill’ the point is you have to answer an invasive question or take a shot of alcohol. It’s popular at parties.”

“I’m too young to drink,” Tommy said.

“Yeah, in L’manberg,” Dream opened his inventory and pulled out a bottle, “you’re not there anymore.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” Tommy grumbled. “What is it?” Tommy asked as Dream handed him the bottle.

“Guess,” he said.

“Wine?” 

“It’s not even purple.” Dream pointed out.

“Is that the only way you know how to tell if something is wine or not?” Tommy asked. He popped the top and and sniffed it, recoiling at the harsh smell of alcohol. He was shaking and he didn’t know why.

Dream sighed. “Just, try some.”

Tommy took a small sip out of a bottle. Choking, he threw his hand over his lips, trying not to spit it back up. He grimaced as it burned around every part of his mouth. He swallowed and then broke away coughing.

“Are you okay?”

“Do you people just sit around drinking this stuff? It sounds miserable.” Tommy gasped. “It’s more fun with friends I guess.” His stomach burned. It was the closest thing he had to food all day.

“Okay, now ask me a question,” Dream said. 

“Uhhh,” Tommy thought, “who's your favorite member of the server?” 

“There are many great options but I’d have to go with…” Dream hummed thoughtfully, “me.”

“Oh, yeah, you fuckin’ would,” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Your turn.”

“Have you ever dated anyone?” Dream asked.

“Of course, I can’t go anywhere without women throwing themselves at me,” Tommy sighed, “it makes sky-bridging very difficult.”

“Riiight,” Dream agreed, and Tommy couldn’t shake the feeling that he was rolling his eyes under the mask.

“My turn! Have YOU ever dated anyone?”

“That’s the same question.”

“Augh, fine.” Tommy smiled and said, “are you dating George?”

“Nope,” Dream said.

“Really?!” Tommy gasped, a little over dramatic. The atmosphere was nice. Though questions had been pretty tame so far, too tame to warrant a drink. "But you were so cute together!” 

“Thanks?” Dream chuckled, “have you ever had a crush on someone—who currently lives on this server?”

“Honestly? Yeah,” Tommy said, “when I was little I liked Tubbo a lot, but then I remembered he wasn’t a woman and got over it.”

“That makes sense,” Dream said flatly. Tommy looked at him confused. Did he say something wrong?

Dream seemed annoyed he wasn’t getting the dramatic and spicy questions he wanted out of a game like this, but more than that, Tommy didn’t want to risk getting beaten for offending him. 

“Do you prefer Gogy or Sapnap?” Tommy lit a torch and sat it next to them, illuminating the whole tent as the orange light bounced off the white canvas.

Dream held his hand out and Tommy handed him the bottle of unidentified alcohol. Dream took a deep swig and set it between them. “Ow.”

“Are you a virgin?” Dream asked.

Tommy choked. His adrenaline spiked in a way that would certainly take a while to wear off. Dream looked at him expectantly. Tommy guessed that it was a pretty normal ’party’ question, one he did not feel like answering. 

Tommy grabbed the bottle, steeling himself, and took a sip.

“Oh come on, that was barely a shot,” Dream jeered.

Huffing, Tommy grabbed the bottle again and took another drink. This time, he held it to his lips until he couldn’t. “ Shit. ” Tommy said, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“What kind of question is that?” Tommy said, not really expecting an answer. Dream shrugged. 

He had to come with a question now. How was he supposed to top that? Top.

“Top or bottom?” Tommy’s face flushed the second he finished forcing the question out of his mouth. He had made so, so many sex jokes but this was worse, this was awkward .

“Top,” Dream said. Dream sounded happy, maybe now would be a good time to ask for food.

“Can I-“

“Have you ever had sex with Tubbo?” Dream asked. Tommy's eyes jerked up, startled.

Tommy grabbed the bottle, drinking long enough for Dream not to object. His stomach burned horribly, both from the alcohol and starvation.

“How big was he?” Dream pressed. 

Tommy had barely pulled the bottle away from his lips when he had to bring it back and take another swig. 

“H-“

“Don’t I get to ask a question now?” Tommy asked. Talking was harder now, his tongue kept bumping into his teeth.

“Right,” Dream snatched the bottle from him, gripping it tightly. 

“Can I have some food?” Tommy asked. 

“What?” Dream asked, not offended, just caught off guard. 

Remembering Dream's earlier comment, Tommy began to swish his tail back and forth behind him in an exaggerated way, and pinned his ears back. He felt like a dog begging for table scraps.

“Please?” Tommy asked, “I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“ Oh ,” Dream leaned forward, reaching up and cupping Tommy’s face in his hand. “No wonder you were so snappy earlier.” 

Tommy let himself lean into the warmth of Dream's hand. Slowly, Dream began to scratch behind his ear, applying the right amount of pressure to make his eyelids fall half-way.

“You’re such a good puppy. You are.” Dream cooed. Tommy’s head felt full and foggy but he was conscious enough to think that that was pretty weird. “Do you want a treat?”

“‘M hungry,” Tommy mumbled as Dream ran his hands through his hair.

“Here,” Dream said, offering him some bread from his inventory.

Tommy grabbed the bread, ducking away from Dream's hand, and devoured it like a wild animal. Dream watched him, judging. When he was finished, Tommy sat back, his head swimming.

Were they going to finish the game? Tommy wondered.

“Have you had sex with Tubbo?” Dream asked again.

Tommy reached for the bottle, missing and trying again. Dream pulled it away from him.

“Only platonically,” Tommy admitted. Gods, he missed Tubbo.

“Oh, really?” Dream’s grip on the bottle tightened. 

“Yeah- I need to lay down,” Tommy said, standing up and stumbling like a fawn. Dream stood up with him, looking ready to catch him if he fell.

Tommy dropped onto his cot like a Victorian maiden and closed his eyes.

“How do you feel?” Dream asked.

“Tired,” Tommy sighed. He always imagined being drunk being more… fun? Hyper? Maybe that’s why Schlatt spent half of his presidency asleep at his desk.

“Was he any good?” Dream kneeled next to the cot, resting his elbows on the side and setting his head in his hands.

“Uh,” Tommy thought, very hard, yet he couldn’t think of the words he wanted. “He came, I came.”

“What did you do?” Dream asked, intrigued. 

“I don’t really wanna tell you that,” Tommy opened his eyes and looked at Dream, brows furrowed.

“Oh come on , we’re friends,” Dream pressed, “I told you I was a top when you asked.”

Just because Tommy felt obligated to answer didn't mean he felt obligated to tell the truth.

“Regular sex,” Tommy said, trying his hardest to keep the smile off his face. “One time, he made me dress up like a bee. Oh, and piss on him. He has a foot fetish, y’know?”

Dream wheezed, hitting his hand against the ground as he laughed. Tommy smiled, feeling proud of himself. Maybe slandering Tubbo to Dream was a bit harsh but, Tommy was still upset about the whole exile thing. Besides, in what conversation would Dream possibly bring up Tubbo’s non-existent bee fetish?

“I’m surprised, but at the same time, I’m not,” Dream said once he stopped laughing. “What about you? What do you like?”

Tommy was not going to explain the nuances of a cum fetish to this grown man.

“Women,” he said simply.

“Tubbo wasn’t a woman,” Dream pointed out.

“And I wasn’t a bee, we both had to make adjustments.”

“How big was he?” Dream asked.

“Like 5’5, haven’t you seen him recently?”

“That’s not really what I meant,” Dream said, trying his hand at being coy. 

“Ohh,” Tommy drawled, “Smaller than me but bigger than you.” That first part was technically true, if they were talking about the whole of their reproductive organs.

Dream stood up, “you sure about that?”

“Certain,” Tommy said confidently. 

Dream got onto the cot, throwing one leg over Tommy and straddling him. He sat just below Tommy’s hips. “Let’s compare.”

“Huh? What?” Tommy said dumbly, looking up at him.

“If you’re so confident,” Dream put his hands way too close to Tommy’s crouch, “let’s make sure.”

Tommy watched in horror as Dream began to unbutton his pants. 

“Hey man, I don’t wanna see your dick,” Tommy said quickly, fully expecting Dream to button himself back up and apologize.  

He did not.

“Hey, hey , I’m a little uncomfortable,” Tommy said, very uncomfortable.

Dream slid his hand into his underwear. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head toward the ceiling.

“Calm the fuck down, Tommy,” Dream snapped. Tommy felt him wiggle around as he got into a more comfortable position and freed himself. “People do this all the time.”

“I don’t-“ Tommy felt something hot and firm press against his leg. Was he hard? Why would he be?

Tommy's whole body flinched as Dream grabbed onto the top of his jeans. It felt unsafe, keeping his eyes closed. The sound of his pants being unzipped made his eyes snap open and down, getting an eye full of Dream’s cock. He turned his gaze back to the top of the tent, face flushing.

He was much bigger than Tubbo.

Tommy heard Dream chuckle. “Like what you see?” Dream trailed his hand down Tommy's stomach, slipping his fingers into his briefs.

“I don’t have-“

All too quickly, Dream reached for something that wasn’t there and dug his fingertips into Tommy’s labia. Dream recoiled like it burned him and, thankfully, took his hand out of Tommy’s pants.

“Uh,” Dream said, sounding completely lost.

“-have a dick. I was gonna say,” Tommy said, “surprissse.” 

Dream cleared his throat, composing himself, “yeah, that’s-that’s fine, sorry. You just caught me off guard.”

“Well, now you know your dick is bigger than mine,” Tommy said, “so you can put it away now.” His eyes dropped to it one more time. Gods he was so wrong, Dream’s dick was longer and thicker than Tubbo’s. Tommy vowed to never tell either of them that. Maybe he’d tell Tubbo. He was still very mad at him.

Instead, Dream laid down next to him, slipping one arm around Tommy’s back and pulling him against his chest. His hand went back to Tommy’s cunt and poked his entrance with his ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Tommy asked. Grabbing Dream’s wrist and trying to pull him away to no effect. “Are you drunk?” Tommy certainly was.

“Don’t worry, Toms—“ Tommy scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “I don’t expect you to remember any of this.”

Oh.

Oh .

Oh, no.

Dream pieced his entrance with one finger. Tommy tried to squirm away from him as it burned. The whole situation just didn’t feel real.

“ Ow- what the fuck ?” Tommy tried again to push him away. Why was Dream touching him?

“Give it a moment, you’ll get used to it,” Dream said. He pushed the first finger farther in and began to rub at Tommy’s clit with his thumb.

“ No! Get off!” Suddenly feeling very sober, Tommy moved away, attempting to jump off the other side of the cot. Dream grabbed him and pulled him back into his chest holding him tight.

“Stop squirming,” Dream ordered. Instinctually, Tommy froze. Dream slipped another finger in, beginning to softly rub at the inside of Tommy’s pussy. His other hand slipped under Tommy’s shirt and traced across his belly.

“I always knew you were a nonce,” Tommy said through clenched teeth.

“Don’t call me names,” Dream said, voice bordering on a threat. 

“I’m not the one knuckle deep in a child ,” Tommy spat.

Dream dug his nails into Tommy’s inner walls. Tommy shouted and tried to curl in on himself. 

“I’d expect you to be more appreciative of the things I do for you,” Dream said, releasing the pressure on Tommy’s insides.

Dream always expected so much from him, always wanted things from him, none of which Dream deserved. Tommy just never thought it would be this. Should he have known? Were there red flags he could have seen before he got to this point— trapped in Dream’s arms, intoxicated, and miles away from anyone who could help him.

“Let go of me right now or- or-“ Tommy stumbled over his words, “or I’ll tell someone.”

“Who?” Dream asked.

Tommy had to take a moment to think, periodically distracted by Dream’s terrible attempt at fingering, he suddenly felt so tired. “Tubbo.”

“Tubbo hates you,” Dream said. “He’s never coming to visit and he’s never going to listen to anything you say.” Dream’s chest was so warm, and Tommy wanted to just close his eyes and go to sleep, it was getting harder to keep his eyes open.

“No,” Tommy said, he sounded unsure even to him. Tubbo still cared. He must. Even if he never visited, a friendship like theirs didn’t just end . Right?

“Face it Tommy, everyone abandoned you,” Dream said, “but it’s okay, because I never will.” 

Dream’s hand ghosted over his ribs and bumped into his binder.

“ Don’t ,” Tommy said.

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you want.” Dream said, teasing the tight line binding his chest.

The release of pressure on his ribs did feel good. Tommy made a small sleepy noise. Dream’s hands finally stopped moving.

“Are you about to fall asleep?” Dream chuckled.

Fight. Tommy thought. But he just couldn’t. His arms wouldn’t obey him.

“That’s okay,” Dream said, pulling his hand out of Tommy’s pants but leaving the other one where it was. “You already threw off my plan with your… dick-lacking.”

“I-“ Tommy tried.

Dream shushed him. “It’s okay,” he said again, “we can just cuddle if you want. We have all the time in the world. Nobody’s coming to take you away.”

Tommy knew he should want to kick and scream and hurt something, but now all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Fear took a strong yet distant place in his mind. If he went to sleep, he would wake up, and he would have to deal with Dream. But as he failed again to keep his eyes open and his body was wrapped in the fuzzy warmth of another person, he realized he had no choice.

Tommy hoped he didn’t wake up.

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“Treat me like your pet” - Femtanyl, 2023

Dream woke up long before Tommy did. Considering what Dream gave him last night, he would be asleep for a while, and hopefully not remember anything.

He was still curled around Tommy, reveling in his warmth. Tommy was easier to deal with when he wasn’t talking but he lacked a certain quality that made him who he was. He wished he could stay in this position for longer, but if Tommy woke up to this he would be livid.

Dream couldn’t wait for the day Tommy didn’t mind sleeping with him. But for now, Dream pulled himself away from Tommy, doing his best to not disturb him. Dream leant down and lifted his mask to give Tommy a chaste kiss on the forehead before leaving the tent.

He gathered dry wood, took a short break to jerk off behind a tree, and started a fire. Mornings in Logstedshire were freezing, no wonder Tommy was miserable all the time. He dragged over a fallen tree to use as a seat and started cooking steak for Tommy when he woke up, which was sooner than he thought.

“You’re still here,” Tommy said, standing at the entrance to his tent. He looked disheveled, with tired eyes and messy clothes.

“Didn’t feel like leaving,” he said. “How do you feel?.

“My head is killing me,” Tommy said, walking out and stopping by the fire to warm his hands. 

“Yeah, hangovers suck,” Dream said, “did you have fun last night?” If Tommy remembered the assault he certainly wasn’t acting like it.

Tommy shrugged. “I must have,” he said, “you were super weird yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, the like, barking, weird,” Tommy said dumbly.

“I can go back to giving you regular punishments if you want,” Dream offered, knowing Tommy would prefer the pet play. But if he didn’t, Dream would make the beatings worse until he did.

“I’m good,” Tommy looked away from the fire, wrapping his arms around himself. “This is the longest you’ve ever stayed.”

Dream held out his arm in offering. Tommy sat next to him on the damp log. Dream wrapped his arm around Tommy and pulled him into his side.

“You seemed lonely,” Dream said.

Tommy looked up at him, and though he didn’t know it, their eyes locked.

“I don’t really… feel comfortable like this,” Tommy said, standing up and moving away. Dream felt his Sun hide behind the clouds.

“Ok.”

Maybe Dream should just snap and rape him. If Tommy was totally mentally broken it would make the domestication a hell of a lot easier, but Dream didn’t want to risk accidentally breaking Tommy and losing all the parts of him Dream liked so much. 

He remembered what Tommy looked like the day before, on his knees, tail wagging. Maybe it would be worth it . Dream should get him a collar. A red one, with a little bell on it, so Dream could hear where Tommy was when he was causing mischief.

Last night didn’t go how he wanted it. He brought an insanely strong alcohol in hopes of getting to satisfy his own perverted curiosity, and he did, but the brief shot he’d taken had inhibited his own thinking. 

He had spent so many lonely nights in his bed, fingers shoved down his throat, imagining what Tommy’s prick looked and tasted like. How he’d run his tongue along the shaft before wrapping his lips around Tommy’s leaking tip and swallowing him whole. So when he was presented with the opportunity to touch it, he had to.

Only to be faced with the reality that Tommy didn’t have one. Not that Dream minded, he’d love Tommy regardless of his genitalia. Though the thought that all his fantasies had been inaccurate itched him in a way he didn’t like.

Dream was so proud of how well Tommy took the commands he’d given him. He was unsure but he listened and that was all Dream was expecting from him. It would still take awhile to groom Tommy into being okay with all the things Dream wanted to do with him, but that was okay, he had time.

When Dream was done Tommy would spend the day prancing around his base, knocking things off counters and lifting his tail whenever Dream asked. Nothing to do all day but come up with new swear words and get fucked. The thought of such a future kept Dream motivated. 

But first, Dream had to do some research.

“I just want to talk to him,” Dream told Tubbo for the third time. They, along with Quackity, were standing outside of Phil’s house, where he was currently being held on house arrest.

“You can talk to him privately for no more than half an hour,” Tubbo said, in the ‘presidential’ voice he used in order to feel in more control of the situation. Dream couldn’t really judge him, he did the same thing. “And Quackity will wait by the entrance.”

Dream somehow resisted the urge to grab Tubbo by the back of the neck and slam his head into the wooden wall and cave-in his Tommy-fucking skull. When Dream was the sole ruler of the Essempii, he’d have Tubbo executed or imprisoned for the crime of touching his pet. Or maybe he’d give him to Tommy as some sort of pet-pet to keep him company. Dream would have to do something to ensure they weren’t screwing.

“I understand,” Dream said, politely.

Tubbo nodded. Gods, he wanted this kid dead.

“Hello?” Phil asked, sitting at a table, lazily sipping a cup of tea. How very British.

Dream locked the door behind him. Phil was old, experienced, and had major beef with pretty much everyone. He was unlikely to tell Dreams business to anyone.

“I need your advice,” Dream said. He had barely spoken to Phil before and only knew him as the lackluster father of Techno, Wilbur, and—Dream’s personal favorite—Tommy. 

“Oh,” Phil said, brows furrowed in confusion. “With what?”

Dream pulled out a chair and sat across from him. “I need you to promise not to tell anyone about what we discuss here today.”

“Sure. Tea?” Phil offered. Dream declined. “What do you need advice about?” Phil regarded him suspiciously. Fair .

“How would I…” Dream thought about how to ask this, “have sex with an AFAB person?”

Phil choked on his tea. “Uhm, what?”

“Like, a person with a vagina, how do I do that? And do it well,” Dream elaborated.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because everyone else is gay, and Niki’s mad at me.”

“Eret’s bisexual.”

“We’re not exactly on speaking terms,” Dream explained, “plus you’re old, and have three kids, I imagine you have lots of experience.”

“I’m not that old,” Phil sighed, “but sure, I guess it’s my duty to educate you young… whippersnappers."

“Thanks, I appreciate this, truely,” Dream rang his hands under the table, antsy.

“Ok, so, do you know what the clit is?” Phil asked.

“The thing at the top.”

“Yes, good. That’s the most important bit.”

After an enlightening conversation with Phil, Dream's next quest led him to the Whitehouse. Where Ranboo was just running around cleaning, not doing anything of substance.

“Hey,” Dream said.

Ranboo jumped, shouting. They spun on their heels to face him. “Oh hi, Dream. Sorry but Tubbo's not here right now.” They said, very polite.

“I’m actually not here for Tubbo,” Dream said, “I want to talk to you.”

“Oh..?” Ranboo looked scared. Good, they should be.

“How do you bring a pet home without stressing them out too much?”

“Well, all animals are a little different. I mostly have cats. Are you getting a cat?” Ranboo asked, now more comfortable.

“Yeah.” Tommy was fairly cat-like.

“Cool! So, first you’ll wanna put them in a small room with food, water, a litter tray, and a bed.” They were clearly passionate about cat ownership. “Make sure they have plenty of hiding places-“ He could do that. “-and avoid overwhelming them with attention right away.” He didn’t want to do that. “Give them time to explore your base gradually.”

“I can-”

“Do you need supplies? I have extra,” Ranboo chirped. 

“Can I have a dog collar?” Dream asked,

“I Thought you were getting a cat?”

“It’s a really big cat.” He originally had a plan that involved Ranboo but now, as they were about the same age as Tommy and sufferable, they were a romantic rival. He bet they had a crush on Tommy, who wouldn’t? Then a terrible thought crossed his mind. What if Tommy had been sleeping with Ranboo too? Dream only asked him about Tubbo.

“Oh, sure.”

Dream turned the soft red leather collar over in his hands, Ranboo had attached a jinglebell at his request. It came with a matching leash. The hard part would be convincing Tommy to wear it. He waited a few more days before visiting Tommy again.

“Hey,” Dream said, approaching the dying camp fire. Tommy was sitting next to it, and barely acknowledged him when he spoke. “You look tired.” Dream took out a shovel.

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Tommy admitted, standing up and taking the shovel. He hadn't gathered anything special over the last few days. “I keep waking up in the ocean.”

“The ocean?”

“I sleepwalk,” Tommy said, shrugging, “or it’s my subconscious trying to drown me.”

“I think I can help with that.” Dream had an idea.

“What the fuck,” Tommy did not like his idea.

“No listen,” Dream said, holding one hand up placatingly, the red collar held tingly in the other. “If I put it on you, then leash it to the bed, you won’t be able to walk into the ocean anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess, but why a dog collar?” Tommy asked, eyeing it with disdain. 

“It’s the only thing I have on me,” Dream lied, shrugging. 

“Eck, fine,” Tommy sighed, reaching to take the collar from Dream’s hand.

Before Tommy could take it, Dream wrapped the collar around Tommy’s neck. He fastened the collar and gave it a little tug. “Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s alright,” Tommy said, dull eyes trained on the ground. 

His hand lingered over Tommy’s throat for a moment.

“I’m very proud of you Tommy,” Dream said, “you’ve done a good job here.”

Immediately Tommy’s entire demeanor changed, he perked up, eyes twinkling, and a wide smile broke on his face. Dream eyes dropped to his tail and Tommy noticed, forcing it to wag. The movement made the golden bell tinkle softly.

The whole thing coupled with the bright red collar did something to Dream. A weaker man would have given in at that point but he kept his hands to himself. If Tommy was so elated by simple praise maybe Dream should start caring around a sticker sheet of gold stars to give him anytime he did something good.

Dream cleared his throat, hoping Tommy didn’t notice his state. “We should go to bed now.”

“We barely got to spend any time together,” Tommy huffed.

“It’s late.”

“You’re supposed to show up earlier.”

“ Tommy ,” Dream warned. Tommy stiffened, tail bristling.

“Sorry.”

Dream set up a bed roll opposite of Tommy’s cot. Tommy stripped down to his boxers trying to subtly take off his binder without Dream noticing, and hid it under his pillow, before laying on his bed like a pin-up girl.

“Are you ready?” Dream asked, holding up the matching leash.

“I’m being clipped to a post not skydiving,” Tommy rolled his eyes, making the bell jingle.

Dream chuckled, “Fair.” He clipped the leash to Tommy’s collar. Tommy jokingly tried to bite him while he pulled his hand away. Dream knew that if Tommy actually managed to nip him, he’d have to return the favor a thousand times over along his nape and thighs.

He tugged on the other end of the leash making Tommy’s head jerk up. Tommy raised an eyebrow and frowned at him, unimpressed.

“Sorry,” Dream said, not sounding sorry at all. He tied the leash to the head of the cot, tight enough that Tommy won’t be able to wander off but giving him enough room to move.

“Do you keep the mask on while you sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that uncomfortable.”

“Yes.”

“Is it because you’re ugly?”

“Ye- goodnight Tommy.”

Tommy woke up choking. For a moment he feared that Dream’s plan had failed and he was drowning, but then he sat up and could breathe again. He dropped back down onto his cot, panting.

Dream’s dumbass leash had gotten tangled around Tommy’s arm and had started choking him out while he slept. Frustrated, Tommy grabbed the leash and tugged at it, trying to break it. It didn’t break.

Eventually, he relented, conceding his defeat to an inanimate object. Tommy rolled over, his back to the tent wall. When his thighs touched he realized just how slick they were.

He had woken up aroused before, and he’d always sought out Tubbo or handled himself. This time, Tubbo wasn’t an option. He glanced at Dream, still asleep, before reaching down and touching himself. He was soaked.

He hated listening and he also kind of hated Dream for always shouting orders at him. Being obedient was antithetical to the whole of Tommy’s existence, and Dream didn’t seem capable of grasping that.

Slowly, he hooked his thumbs on the waist line of his boxers and slid them off. Now completely nude, minus the thin blanket protecting him from the night air. He rubbed gently at his clit in anticipation, shuddering at how stimulating it was already. The fur along his spine pricked.

It felt nice but right now all he wanted was something in him. He slipped a finger inside, humming as it burned pleasantly. He fucked himself on one finger until he couldn’t stand it and slipped another one in.

“Haah-“ Tommy bit his lip trying to keep quiet. Dream didn’t show any sign of waking up. He pumped into himself slowly to avoid making too much noise. It was excruciating . 

Tommy’s whole body jerked when his fingers rubbed over the bundle of nerves nestled right below his womb. The cot squeaked loudly, making Tommy pause. After a few seconds of hearing nothing but his own heavy breathing, Tommy continued.

Even with two fingers in him it didn’t feel like enough. He wanted more, he wanted someone inside him. Since he couldn’t have that, he forced a third finger into his weeping hole.

“ Ngh! ” Tommy put his other hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds he was making. It was a tight fit, uncomfortable and making his pussy ache. It felt so good, having so much inside him. Sex was not on the top of his list of things he missed about L’manberg but it was certainly up there. 

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing pitched-up as warmth spread out from his belly, making his toes curl. He was close, he knew it. He rubbed against his g-spot, practically humping his hand.

“Aaah,” Tommy moaned breathily. The tight build up of pleasure in his gut didn’t get the chance to release.

“Tommy?” Dream asked groggily. “What’re you doin’?”

Tommy froze, panting, and his eyes snapped open. Dream had moved and was now looking over at Tommy. It was the middle of the night, and almost pitch black. He really hoped Dream couldn’t tell what position he was in because Tommy sure as hell couldn't move.

Dream’s eyes adjusted, “Tommy.” He said, sternly, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“Um,” Tommy said dumbly, face flushing. He wanted nothing more than to melt into his bed and die and not have to continue this conversation.

Dream knew, he must. It was obvious where Tommy’s hand was, and god knows all the sounds Dream heard before he said anything.

Dream stood up and Tommy cowered. “Tommy, that's disgusting .” He said with righteous repulsion.

“I’m sorry!” Tommy said. Dream might actually kill him for this.

Dream walked toward him. Tommy flinched away as Dream reached past him, unclipping his collar and dragging him up by it. Tommy struggled to keep his feet under him as Dream pulled him out of the tent and dropped him onto the damp grass.

Tommy landed on his side and looked up at the star filled sky, dazed, as the cold night air wrapped around his naked body. Dream looked down on him. Tommy couldn’t see his face and had no idea what he was thinking.

Dream head jerked down. Tommy’s mouth formed a flat line as he very unsubtly pulled his fingers out of his cunt with a loud wet pop , and wiped his hand on the grass. His tail curled up until it touched his belly, covering his crotch, and he crossed his arm to hide his tits.

Dream hadn’t acknowledged the fact that Tommy was trans and for that he was very thankful.

“ Sit ,” Dream bit out.

Tommy got onto his knees, unsteady.

“Roll over,” Dream ordered.

It took a moment for Tommy’s brain to catch up, and he slowly laid down and rolled over. The movement was awkward as he tried to keep all the swimsuit bits covered. Tommy sat back on his knees.

“Heel,” Dream said expectantly.

Tommy blinked at him. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Dream practically growled.

“I need to keep my arms where they are,” Tommy said, too embarrassed to go into anymore detail.

“Do you want me to hit you?” Dream asked abruptly.

“What? No!” Tommy said, louder than he meant to. He felt his fur bristle against his stomach.

“Then heel .” 

“No!”

“This was the deal, Tommy, you do this and I won’t have to hit you,” Dream took a step forward.

“I-“ Tommy grimaced, “I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Dream said encouragingly. Tommy knew this was the last chance Dream would give him.

Slowly Tommy took one arm off his chest and held it up in the cutesy way Dream had shown him a few days ago. Fingers curled like a paw. He paused, his chest still just barely covered. It didn’t seem like Dream even realized this was inappropriate, or he just didn’t think of it that way.

“Keep going,” Dream said. 

Tommy hunched in on himself, squeezing his eyes shut. He moved his other arm into the same position, fully exposing his chest. He tried really hard to pretend there wasn’t an adult man staring at his bare tits. This isn’t weird and pervy , Tommy told himself, don’t make it weird.

“Bow,” Dream said, sounding unaffected by the sight.

Most of the commands were pretty self explanatory, but this one took Tommy a second. He put one arm back over his chest, clinging to his fleeting modesty, and put the other forward on the grass, bending forward.

“No,” Dream tsked, kneeling next to Tommy. The proximity made Tommy’s skin crawl. 

Dream lightly put his hand on the back of Tommy’s neck and pushed down, forcing him into one of those yoga positions with his ass up. His tail stayed curled against his belly.

“Put your other hand out,” Dream said. 

Tommy put his hand next to the other, grimacing as his nipples hardened in the frigid night air, and resisting the urge to make a downward dog/doggy style joke. He wasn’t sure what joke he would make, but still, there was something there.

“Lift your tail,” Dream said, “it looks weird when you keep it like that.” He justified.

This isn’t weird and pervy, Dream wasn’t thinking about it like that and neither should he. Tommy didn’t move his tail, but he also didn’t respond. He knew better than to deny Dream. 

“Ah!” Tommy yelped when Dream grabbed the base of his tail firmly. It shot up straight, fur puffed up. His soaked cunt and thighs were suddenly blasted by cold air and he shuddered. His pussy clenched around nothing.

“Like that,” Dream praised, letting go of his tail.

Tommy kept his eyes trained on the ground as he held this uncomfortable position. Dream just let him stay there for far too long. Eventually, Dream stood up.

“Are we done?” Tommy asked, hopeful.

“Yes.”

When Dream agreed to stay the night he figured the best that would happen would be seeing Tommy collared and tied. Then he woke up to breathy moans and a squeaking cot. He panicked a little. 

Tommy was looking at him while he did, right? Maybe he was thinking about him too. Dream had pretended to be disgusted on instinct but what if he hadn’t? Would Tommy have let him come over and help him out? He should have offered, he could’ve showed Tommy all the things Phil taught him.

And then watching Tommy slowly and reluctantly show off his tits? Dream was very proud of himself for not immediately creaming his pants.

Now he was standing about a foot away from him, in the dead of night, not really sure where to go from here.

Tommy was still sitting on the ground, not-so-subtle grinding into the grass. His tits bouncing softly. 

“Are you still trying to cum?” Dream asked, exasperated.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Tommy panted, eyes unfocused.

Dream turned his body away from him, feigning disgust, but really just trying to hide his hard-on. “Go ahead.”

Tommy hunched forward until his hair brushed the ground, sticking one hand up under him and holding himself up on the other. He pushed one finger into his cunt easily, followed by another, letting out a soft sigh. 

Tommy rutted on his fingers. His tail jerked as the pleasure built. It took barely anything more for him to cum, fully body spasming. Soaking his legs, he rode out his orgasm letting out a string of curses and moans.

“Clean yourself up,” Dream said coldly, “I’m going back to bed.”

Dream crawled back into his sleeping bag, speedran an orgasm, and pretended to be asleep when Tommy slipped in a few minutes later.

Dream had left was probably never coming back. At least, that’s what Tommy had been stressing over all morning, even if Dream had taken everything pretty well. Tommy had never felt the level of shame he did last night, sitting in a freezing pond, wiping slick off his legs. He had taken off the collar and dropped it in his tent.

He had paced around camp for awhile before hiding in the mines and strip mining to clear his head. He could really use some iron armor, and tools, maybe a bucket. He found a melon patch which fixed his food problem for a while.

He was a little concerned about what he was going to do once winter hit. Surely Dream would let him keep his items then?

It was just after noon and Tommy was crouched trying to relight his campfire, when he heard the sound of a boat being dragged across sand. He stood up. Was Dream back already?

Tommy rounded the tent and there, dragging his boat ashore, wasn’t Dream but Tubbo. Tommy stopped and stared for a few seconds before Tubbo noticed him and straightened up.

“Thomas,” Tubbo said in his ‘politics’ voice.

“What the fuck?” Tommy scrunched up his face at the name.

“I don’t know, man, I’m stressed.”

“You should be, bitch, you can’t just walk into an enemy country,” Tommy said, walking toward Tubbo with purpose.

“I was unaware this was a country, an enemy one, at that,” Tubbo said, looking at the lone tent and charred craters scattered around the beach. Tommy usually filled them in, he just forgot a few times.

“Yup! Logstedshire, and 100% of it’s residents fucking hate you.” Tommy said, towering over him, trying to be threatening.

“Hates a strong word,” Tubbo said coolly, if he was intimidated he didn’t show it.

“Alright, spread 'em, this is a pat down,” Tommy said.

“Logstedshire has its own TSA?” Tubbo asked, not resisting as Tommy began to search over his fancy-ass suit.

“Yup,” Tommy stuck his hand into the inner pocket of Tubbo suit jacket, hand clenching around a small thing wrapped in cellophane.

“So did you have your own 9/11?” 

Tommy snatched the object, holding it between two fingers. It was a condom.

“This is awfully presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“I’d call it wishful thinking,” Tubbo said, averting his gaze, having the audacity to look bashful.

“It been weeks and you finally visit me for a fucking bootycall?” Tommy clenched the condom in a tight fist and glared at him.

“Things have busy-“

“I don’t give a shit!” Tommy snapped. Tubbo scrunched up his nose at him, offended. Tommy grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the tent.

“Pants off, now,” Tommy demanded.

As much as Tubbo loved pretending to be in charge he immediately started to undress, giving in to Tommy’s pure alpha male energy. Tommy tore the top of the condom’s package.

“Do you mind if we do it like this?” Tubbo asked, sitting on the edge of the cot, nude.

“Sure,” Tommy said with a smile, tossing the condom at Tubbo’s chest, “you brought a ‘sitting there and taking it’ vibe to the presidency too.”

“Are you going to mock me this whole time?” Tubbo asked, wrapping a hand around his dick and pumping himself twice before putting on the condom.

“Yes,” Tommy said, stripping below the waist, choosing to not think about the last time he was pantless in this tent.

“I don’t have to stay here and listen,” Tubbo huffed.

Tommy straddled him, reaching around to play with Tubbo’s tail. It twitched like a lamb’s. He hovered over Tubbo’s cock, lightly teasing the tip with his pussy.

“Then leave,” Tommy challenged.

Tubbo glowered, grabbing Tommy’s hips and yanking him down until they were flush.

“SHIT!” Tommy shouted. The pain was soon forgotten—not forgiven—as he focused on the feeling of being pleasantly full.

Tubbo chuckled smugly and Tommy temporarily resisted the urge to smack him. Tommy wiggled his hips, getting used to the feeling. 

“Sorry,” Tubbo said, not sounding so, “sometimes I forget just how big my dick is.”

Tommy shoved his shoulder, forcing Tubbo down until his back hit the cot.

“You such a piece of shit,” Tommy breathed, starting to ride him.

“Actually, I- ngh- fuck,” Tubbo started. 

This was what Tommy wanted last night, this stretch and warmth. He wanted to be filled by someone’s thick cock. He also wanted Tubbo to cum in him but he wasn’t in any position to brew a contraceptive right now.

If only Tubbo had visited the day before, Tommy wouldn’t have made such a fool out of himself in front of Dream. Suddenly reminded of that terrible night, shame flushed his body and he paused. 

“You good?” Tubbo asked, panting despite not doing any of the moving.

“Yeah, sorry, just, mmm ,” Tommy started moving again, “thought of something.”

“Are you thinking of another man while we’re fucking?” Tubbo asked, offended.

“No, no- “ Tommy wanted to think about literally anything but Dream right now. “You know I have to picture women to get through this.”

“Dickhead,” Tubbo said, pinching his thigh, making Tommy moan.

Tubbo put his hand on Tommy’s waist, trying to guide him.

Tommy smacked his hand away, “you just sit there and take it, bitch, you make a better sex toy than president.” 

“Fu -uck you,” Tubbo whined.

“Bitch, you couldn’t.” Tommy put his hands on either side of Tubbo’s head. 

Tubbo’s eyes narrowed, jaw set in determination. He grabbed Tommy’s waist and before he could react, flipped their positions, putting Tommy on his back.

“I’m dominant,” Tubbo said, making intense eye contact, the statement was diminished by how unsure he said it. 

Tommy stared back with wide eyes and raised brows, and then burst out laughing.

“Stop laughing at me!” Tubbo demanded.

Tommy’s laughter was cut off as Tubbo started moving, holding him in a mating-press. Tubbo pressed his thumb against Tommy clit. Tommy moved to smack his hand away but Tubbo grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed.

Tommy growled. He preferred to have complete and total control during sex, and always had. It seems like Tubbo has changed a lot since Tommy’d last seen him.

“You- hah finally grew some balls,” Tommy said, squirming as Tubbo rubbed a circle on his clit and continued to fuck into him.

“You still haven’t,” Tubbo pointed out.

“Du- ude, uncool.”

“Sorry,” Tubbo grimaced, this time he sounded like he meant it.

Tommy didn’t know what to do in this position, he could barely move. Tubbo seemed to enjoy domming and Tommy enjoyed the way he played with him.

Tommy let out a breathy moan, legs shaking, as Tubbo struck the right spot.

“Ca- mm- can’t mock me like this huh?” Tubbo teased.

“ Fuck off ,” Tommy said through clenched teeth.

His gut rolled in warmth, making his legs go numb. Tommy dug his hands into the blanket beneath him. His tail would wag if it wasn’t pinned under his ass.

“Shit, shit, shit, ” Tubbo groaned, rolling his hips. 

“You don’t get to cum before me,” Tommy asserted. He was close.

“Right,” Tubbo swallowed dryly. With this new motivation Tubbo focused his attention on Tommy.

Tommy shuddered, cunt clenching as he came. Tubbo fucked him through it, visibly anticipating his turn.

Tubbo’s movements stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut. Tommy couldn’t feel him cum though he was sure he did. They were both left sweaty and panting, clinging to each other.

“When can I go home?” Tommy asked.

Tubbo frowned, averting his gaze, “I don’t know. There’s a lot going on with L’manberg and Dream is making things difficult.”

“Well, I’m not fucking you again until I’m back on L’manberg soil and a full citizen,” Tommy bit back the harsh comments he wanted to make.

“Promise?” Tubbo said with a halfhearted smile, pulling out of him, and taking the condom off.

“Oi, dickhead, give that to me,” Tommy behested, propping himself up on his elbows. Tubbo rolled his eyes, grimacing in disgust but handing Tommy the filled condom anyway.

“You are so gross,” Tubbo said.

“Next time I’ll dress up like a bee for you.” Tommy winked, bringing the condom to his lips and letting Tubbo’s cum roll over his tongue.

“What?” Tubbo looked away, his eyes catching on something on the floor. “Oh, do you have a dog?”

Tommy choked, cum dripping down his chin. “UHHH, I think it’s time you leave.”

Dream was having a terrible day. Firstly, he hadn’t seen Tommy in a day and he was going crazy. His last visit had been so potent he was feeling the withdrawal tenfold. Which was why he was going to visit him right now, after a long day of dealing with Tubbo.

Secondly, Tubbo was a massive pain in the ass. He cared so much about his barely-real country and was pushing back at every turn.

Thirdly, there wasn’t a third thing, Dream just really fucking hated Tubbo. Every time he had to look at him he was reminded that this shitty 5’5 twink had sex with Tommy before he did. Probably multiple times. It was vile.

Dream was so immersed in his hatred of Tubbo he didn’t notice the second boat on the shore of Logstedshire until he was right next to it. Tommy wasn’t allowed to build a boat, and he knew that, so whose boat was it?

Dream’s feet hit the sand and he headed toward the tent. He had only made it a few steps when a boy walked out of the tent, his clothes were ruffled and he was holding his rolled up suit jacket in his hands.

Tubbo . Dream froze. Tubbo noticed him as he walked by.

“Oh, hey,” Tubbo said, with a blissed out smile on his flushed face. He looked like he had just finished having sex .

Surly Tommy wouldn’t, right? He was mad at Tubbo. Dream’s hands clenched against his side, glad Tubbo couldn’t see his face. Dream, for the umpteenth time that week, considered murdering Tubbo, but he resisted the urge and soon, Tubbo had left. 

Dream approached the tent, barely keeping his rage contained. He didn’t know what state he would find Tommy in, all he could do was hope.

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“Oh, hey.” Tommy covered the lower half of his body with a blanket when Dream walked in. He was sure it was fairly obvious what had happened between him and Tubbo. He couldn’t imagine Dream minding much.

“ You traitorous hussy ,” Dream spat.

“Uh, what?” Tommy laughed.

Dream stalked forward, pausing when his foot caught on something. The red collar Tommy discarded sat on the ground, partially buried in the dirt. Dream head tilted subtly. He swooped down and picked it up, staring at it. Tommy just sat there, uncomfortable. He wanted Dream to leave so he could get dressed.

“Hey, can you get the fuck out?” Tommy asked as politely as he could, which admittedly wasn’t very.

That knocked Dream out of whatever moment he was having with the dog collar, he walked up to Tommy. Dream grabbed the blanket covering Tommy’s lap and yanked it off, exposing him.

“I wasn’t hiding anything!” Tommy explained quickly. 

Dream reached forward, shoving two fingers into his hole and scissoring him open. Tommy was still loose.

“You did have sex with him,” Dream said, betrayal and disgust in his voice.

“What the hell!” Tommy shoved Dream’s arm away and backed up to the entrance of the tent, pulling his shirt down to cover himself.

“Don’t fucking touch me like that!” Tommy shouted, a little confused and a lottle angry.

“Why would you have sex with him!?” Dream took a few steps toward him.

“Uhh, because I can do what ever the fuck I want?” Tommy took a few steps back, now fully outside the tent. Tubbo must’ve left already.

“Tommy, get over here,” he said coldly, pointing at the ground right in front of him.

“Are you gonna make me act like a dog again? I haven’t done anything!” Tommy spat, indignantly.

“No, that wouldn't be enough, not this time,” Dream said.

What did Tommy even do ? Have sex with Tubbo? Sure they were young but they were being safe! None of this was any of Dream’s business anyway.

“The fuck does that mean?” Tommy demanded, “what are you going to do to me instead?”

“I’m going to get him out,” Dream stressed.

“Are you feeling okay?” Tommy asked, taking a step back for every step Dream took toward him.

“ Tommy , stop moving.”

Tommy turned on his heels and ran, out of fear or out of instinct, it didn’t matter. Tommy didn’t make it far before something slammed into his back, sending him to the ground. Tommy tried to push himself up before being forced back into the dirt. Dream pinned his legs, grabbing Tommy’s wrists and holding him down.

“I made sure you were fed. I kept you safe from other players, took care of you, and that wasn’t enough,” Dream sounded so offended, “you still had to go fuck that- that- .”

“Get off of me!” Tommy shouted.

Tommy got one hand free and used it to start scratching the shit out Dream’s arm. He kicked out, trying to get his legs under him. Grunting, Dream dug his hands into Tommy’s hair and yanked his head up before slamming it back into the ground. Tommy’s head swam, his hands dropped.

“I thought everything was going so well,” Dream said, frustrated, “we were spending so much quality time together, you were finally listening.”

Dream flipped him over onto his back, straddling him. Tommy scrambled to pull his shirt down again, it just barely covered his crouch.

“Get off me, bitch!” Tommy repeated, writhing under Dream, trying to get away. 

“Now you’re just being rude.” Dream scoffed. “Why him ? If you were that desperate for dick you could’ve come to me.”

Tommy physically recoiled, sneering, “why the fuck would I ever want that?”

“Because I’m so much better than him, I’m the only one who can love you the way you deserve to be loved,” Dream said, too loud for how close he was, head tilting downward.

Dream placed his hand over Tommy’s hot cunt, gently, like an offering. Tommy shuddered, disgust rolling over his whole body.

“You’re being weird ,” He said, as if there was any chance Dream didn’t know that. Something something river in Egypt.

Dream didn’t respond, instead pushing two fingers into him harshly. Tommy clenched at the intrusion, hissing in pain. “You’re still so tight.” He cooed.

“Stop!” Tommy gave up on holding his shirt down, digging his nails into Dream wrist and trying to pull him out.

Dream took both of Tommy’s wrists in his other hand, pinning them to the side easily. Tommy was never very strong and weeks of improper nutrition and inactivity certainly didn’t help. Even in the open air he felt terribly claustrophobic.

“I promise I’ll never have sex with Tubbo ever again!” Tommy shouted, whining as Dream prodded his insides. He was still so sensitive. It burned.

“Good. You won’t have to,” Dream said. Though he didn’t sound any less angry he pulled his hand out, but before Tommy had a chance to feel relieved, he began to undo his pants.

Tommy tried to squeeze his thighs shut but Dream forced himself between them. He lowered his pants just enough to free his cock, already hard and wanting and big . The sight was eerily familiar.

Dream grabbed his dick, lining himself up, and pressing the head against Tommy’s hole. “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

“What?!” Tommy rolled his hips as it was the only movement he could make. “No- no, it’s too-!”

“You flatter me, but I know you can take it.” Dream dismissed. 

Without any more consideration, Dream pushed in barely an inch, moaning as he did. Tommy choked on a scream as fire licked his insides. He was sure something tore.

“Oh, Tubbo must not have been very impressive,” Dream said smugly.

“No more,” Tommy whimpered. “Please.”

“Just give it some time.” Dream forced himself in further. “ Mm -You’re doing great.”

“ You’re such a piece of shit ,” Tommy said through clenched teeth. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes but he refused to let himself cry.

Dream tsked, letting go of Tommy’s wrists and roughly pulling his legs up, resting his knees above Dream’s hips. Slowly, yet still far too quick, Dream bottomed out. Tommy’s hands spasmed at his sides. 

“ Yeah , you like that?” Dream rocked his hips with no real consideration of Tommy’s health or body.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Tommy whined. All the will power in the world couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. It was the pain that did it, not the fear. 

“I’m so much better than him, right?” Dream dug his fingers into Tommy’s hips, hard enough to bruise. “ Right? ”

“ Fuck ,” Tommy sobbed, “ you. ”

“Look,” Dream grabbed Tommy’s hand and pressed it against his own abdomen. “You can feel me.”

Tommy’s stomach churned as he felt the rise and fall at Dream's brutal pace. It felt like mutilation. 

“You’re so good,” he praised, “I’m gonna take you home so I can have you whenever I want.”

“I always knew you were a fucking nonce,” Tommy spat, though it was a lie. The thought never would have crossed his mind.

Dream laughed, breathless, like Tommy made a joke only he got.

Tommy felt like he was dying. He wondered if hell would be better than this. Dream seemed to take his struggling as an incentive.

“ Tommy,“ Dream grunted, “I’m gonna cum.”

Tommy could only whine as he felt Dream paint his insides white. With Dream distracted stewing in the aftermath of his orgasm, Tommy tried to slide out from under him. He couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of cum leaking out of him.

Dream pressed his weight down on Tommy, keeping the teen in place as he caught his breath. Dream rested his head on Tommy's chest, reaching up and grabbing his neck. Tommy choked as Dream’s thumb dug into his throat.

Dream shushed him, “the trip will be easier this way.”

Tommy tried to push him off, but it was useless. He was exhausted and couldn’t breathe so it didn’t take before he was rendered unconscious.

Tommy woke up on something soft and sat up immediately, slamming his head into a hard ceiling that made a loud clank when he hit it. Cursing, Tommy dropped back down. It was too dark to see anything so he reached out. 

His hands bumped in a cold metal grate, barely a foot away from him on either side. The panic set in quickly. Tommy frantically groped around, he was in some kind of cage, with barely any room to move. He had least had his boxers back on.

The crate rattled as Tommy got his feet under him, crouching. His eyes started to adjust. There was one dim candle sitting on the other side of the room. There were a few large objects that Tommy couldn’t quite make out. The crate was shoved into a corner, out of the way. 

Squinting, he grabbed the door and tried to lift it up. It moved but it didn’t open. The door’s latch was simply, clearly just for making sure an animal couldn’t force their way out. Tommy fumbled with the latch from the inside, his hands shook and he kept dropping it.

His ears pricked up at the sound of distant footsteps. Cursing, Tommy looked around. Realizing he was out of options, and the footsteps were steadily approaching, Tommy backed into the corner, tail bristling. 

The door opened and Dream walked in, lighting a torch and placing it on a desk. Immediately the room brightened. It was a normal looking blackstone bedroom. Too normal for anyone he knew to live in. The crate Tommy was in sat next to a large bed. 

Dream’s eyes caught on Tommy’s shaking form and he smiled. Dream’s eyes . Tommy could see his eyes. Dream wasn't wearing his mask. It was clipped to his hip instead.

“H-“

“You’re fucking ugly!” Tommy pulled his lips back in a snarl.

Dream sighed, crossing his arms and walking over to the crate, looking down on Tommy. Seeing Dream’s face was incredibly off putting. He didn’t look like Dream, he just looked like some guy. Like a person. Not an ineffable monster.

“There’s no need for that attitude.” Dream scolded.

“You raped me,” Tommy said, forcing anger into his voice to stop it shaking.

Dream frowned. “And I’m very sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It was a lapse in judgement.” He crouched so he was eye level with Tommy. “But I don’t regret it, I had to get you out of there eventually. I’m gonna take care of you now.” He was so close, his eyes bore into Tommy’s.

Tommy spat in his eyes.

“Holy shit! ” Dream recoiled, stumbling back and scrubbing at his eyes. “Why does it burn? ”

“Stay away from me! I don’t need you to ‘take care’ of me,” Tommy mocked, “I was doing just fine by myself.”

Dream composed himself. “You were surviving in the wild, barely. Everyday you were more miserable than the last.”

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?!” Tommy slammed his hand in the crate, wincing. “Let me out of here!” He demanded.

“Do you want me to let you out or do you want me to stay away?” Dream sat on the bed casually.

Tommy considered his options. “Stay away.”

“Okay,” Dream said, content to just sit there and watch him.

“What did you mean by that?” Tommy asked after a long silence.

“Mean by what?” 

“Taking care of me.”

Dream hummed. “Well, I think you’ve shown that you’re incapable of taking care of yourself. You get into fights constantly, you can’t keep a good diet, you’ve single-handedly destroyed an honestly impressive amount of public and private property.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“So I’ll keep you safe and happy here and the rest of the server doesn’t have to deal with you.” Dream explained. “Everyone wins.”

“Except me,” Tommy pointed out 

“I think you’ll learn to appreciate it.”

“What do you want from me?” Tommy asked. Though he could guess. It was hard not to think about.

“Companionship,” Dream said simply.

Tommy blinked. “So you want me as a sex slave.”

“Not at all,” Dream said sincerely, “more of a pet.” He placed his hand on top of Tommy’s crate.

Tommy swiped at it, making Dream pull his hand away.

Dream sighed. “I promise, from now on, I will not touch you like that unless you ask.” Dream said, like he was doing him a great kindness.

“What? I will never willingly have sex with you!” Tommy shouted.

Dream hummed noncommittally.

“If you promise not to bite me, I’ll let you out,” Dream said.

“Fuck you, I’ll let myself out.” Tommy thought that since he could see the latch now it would be easier to open it. It was not. Fumbling with the latch was a lot more embarrassing with Dream watching him. 

“ Fine .” Tommy relented.

Dream gave him a smile, and easily undid the latch, opening the wire door. Ungracefully, Tommy crawled out and stood up, trying to look unbothered. It was hard to feel dignified in his position. Even though his crouch was technically covered, he still felt far too exposed. 

Dream began to say something. Tommy bolted for the exit. He slammed into the door, pulling on the door knob. It was locked. 

Sighing aggressively, Tommy turned around, crossing his arms, and refusing to look as defeated as he felt. Dream hadn’t moved and was staring at Tommy with one brow raised.

“Are you done?” Dream asked.

Tommy made a variety of noises, none could be called an answer.

“Good,” Dream stood up, walking over to him and holding his hand out, “here. Put it on.”

It was the fucking collar again. Tommy took it, staring at it with contempt. The only noticeable difference was a touch of dirt and a tag clipped to it.

“It has your name on it.” Dream said, as if it was cute.

“In case I forget what it is?”

“In case you forget who you belong to.”

“Ah,” Tommy said with a hopeless sort of understanding, “the bell is a little tacky.”

“I like the bell,” Dream said, like his opinion mattered to Tommy at all. “Put it on.”

Tommy didn’t answer. Didn’t move. 

“Tommy, put it on.” Dream repeated.

“You can’t take care of me,” Tommy swallowed dryly, “all you’ve done since the day we met is ruin my life.”

“Your life didn’t start until you met me,” he said harshly, “your revolution, your country, I allowed all that to happen, I gave it to you.” 

“But that whole time you just wanted to-“ Tommy remembered how he had given Dream the benefit of the doubt after he made him perform tricks naked. “So you were getting off on that! You piece of shit, I trusted you!”

Dream grimaced, actually bashful. “In my defense, if I had been honest you’d call me a pedophile and run away.”

“Yeah, and I’m still gonna,” Tommy said, pushing away the thought of just how long Dream had been planning this.

“Where. Where will you run?” Dream asked. 

He learned against the locked door behind him. “I have friends,” Tommy said, though it sounded weak.

“No, no you don’t.” Dream sounded so sure . Tommy wasn’t sure if anything at this point.

“I don’t- I don’t think Tubbo was ever going to let me go home.” Tommy admitted. “I guess I always knew it was a possibility , but I thought I meant too much to him.”

Dream sighed, pitying. “Think about it Tommy, he doesn’t visit you for a long time and when he does, it’s for sex, with no mention of ending your exile. Do you really believe he cares about you?”

Before Tommy could answer, Dream went on. “He only wants you for one thing and, if he can make it so you’re out of sight and trouble any time he’s not getting it, he will.”

Tommy frowned, eyes lost for a moment, “isn’t that literally what you’re doing?”

“No! This isn’t like that,” Dream took the collar out of Tommy’s hand and tied it around his neck. “I love you for more than your body. I’m gonna take care of you, not just swing by for a quick lay.”

He refused to believe that that was what Tubbo thought of him. Even if what Dream was saying made sense.

“Now, do you want to keep pouting or do you want to take a tour of your new home?”

“Are we underground?” Tommy asked.

Dream led him down windowless blackstone hallways, past many doors he didn’t let Tommy’s eyes linger on too long. 

“Yes.” He responded simply.

Tommy wanted to prod but he didn’t. He couldn’t risk arousing suspicion, or worse, Dream. At some point Tommy felt like they had been walking in circles and realized they probably had . Dream was purposely disorienting him.

Eventually Dream stopped, firmly putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder so he would too, and opened one 

“This is the dining room-slash-kitchen,” Dream said. It looked fine, dark and dreary, though that seemed to be a theme. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” Tommy said dryly. If he ate something he’d probably just throw it back up. “What time is it? I can’t tell while we’re underground.”

“It’s a bit past noon,” Dream said. “And I don’t trust you enough to let you above ground right now.”

Tommy hoped he wouldn’t stay here long enough to gain Dream’s trust. There was no reason for him to. No way to rationalize Dream’s behavior anymore. Friends didn’t do that.

Tommy stumbled over to the diner table, dropping down onto a chair, exhausted. His whole body ached, especially his legs. Dream said he wouldn’t do it again.

Tommy felt like shit and probably looked like it too. He couldn’t imagine spending every day in this place. He couldn’t garden, or spend hours in the mines, or talk to Ghostbur, talk to anyone other than Dream. He wondered if he ever would again.

“Here,” Dream said, holding out his hand with something in it. Tommy didn’t even notice him get close.

“It’s just a cookie,” he promised.

“Biscuit,” Tommy corrected.

“Whatever.”

It was a small, bone-shaped, sugar cookie, with white icing—Tommy really hoped it was icing—it smelled really good. Tommy hasn't had anything sweet since… whenever Niki last baked for him, and that was long before his exile started.

Tentatively, Tommy grabbed the biscuit. “Is it drugged?”

Dream sighed, “No, Tommy.”

Tommy bit off a small piece. The second the taste registered on his tongue, he shoved the rest of it in his mouth.

Dream chuckled, patting Tommy on the head, making him shudder.

“Just be good and I’ll reward you.”

“You’re not gonna, like, make me eat dog food, right?” Tommy said, stressed yet lighthearted.

Dream laughed then quickly sobered. “I really didn’t like what I saw in Logsted. I don’t want you talking to anyone else, and I certainly don’t want them touching you.”

Tommy frowned. He hated how Dream talked to him like he didn’t have any autonomy, and he hated that Dream was kinda right. But not for long , Tommy thought. He was going to get out of here. 

“Don’t you have things to do on the mainland?” Tommy asked.

“I took a vacation,” Dream shrugged, “though I will have to go back in a few days.”

That was good. He would have a much better chance at escaping when Dream wasn't there. He just needed to find out how .

“What am I supposed to do all day?” Tommy asked. 

“Be with me,” Dream said, a bit of hope and something vile in his voice.

“What about on days you're not here?”

Dream hummed thoughtfully, “In one of these rooms is a library, there’s toys in there you can play with.”

“And books?”

“Honestly, I forgot you could read.”

“I’ve written three novels, remember?” Tommy said, completely seriously.

“Right.” Dream chuckled. “And I can get you anything else you need to entertain yourself.”

“A garden?” Tommy asked, letting himself feel hopeful despite it going against every current instinct.

“I don’t think that’s possible right now,” Dream frowned, “come on, let me show you the library.”

After another confusing trek through the blackstone walls of Tommy’s new hell they wound up in an old library. It seemed to be repurposed from a mineshaft one but decorated to be more ‘friendly’. He wondered if the whole base was a reskinned mineshaft.

“Feel free to look around,” Dream said, and that was enough for him.

Tommy’s attention was immediately drawn to the archive of sewing patterns in the back. He heard Dream’s distant chuckle as he happily sorted through them. He wondered if Dream would let him make himself new clothes, or at least patch up the old ones. Where did his pants go?

Remembering why he was in the library, Tommy began to survey his surroundings, keeping an eye on Dream and pretending to be reading anytime he glanced up. The library only had one door but many small dusty areas that might be hiding a weapon of some kind.

He could pull a nail out of a book shelf, or break a leg off a table, or hit Dream over the head with a really big book.

Tommy’s plotting was interrupted by a high pitched whirling. He looked at Dream first but he was just sitting in a comfy armchair, staring at his communicator, unbothered. Tommy’s ear twitched. How was Dream not hearing that?

Curiosity got the best of him and Tommy stood up, angling his ears to find where it was coming from. He followed the sound down a few rows of bookshelves. He took a few steps down the aisle before he noticed it.

An orange robot snake toy had gotten itself stuck. It would slither snoot-first into a bookshelf, back up about a foot then do it again. Even though it was just a cat toy Tommy felt kind of bad for it. 

“I know what it’s like to be trapped, too,” Tommy said, barely audible, the snake couldn’t hear him anyway.

Gently, he pushed the snake with his foot. Now free, it took off down the aisle. Tommy watched it go and his tail swayed. He resisted the urge to chase after it, he’d just saved it after all. That was, until it turned around and started slithering back toward him.

“Fuck it.” Tommy dropped into a hunter's crouch.

Stifling his laughter, he stalked forward, careful to not make a noise or startle his prey. This was by far the least efficient way to hunt so hybrids only ever did it for fun. As the snake toy began to move past him, Tommy wiggled, preparing to lunge.

His sore legs ached as he pounced, landing expertly on top of the toy. He didn’t know what to do at this point so he smacked the snake on the head a couple of times. The poor snake, unaffected due to not being real, slithered on.

Tea kettle-esque laughter made Tommy freeze, fur bristling. Tommy shot to his feet, whipping around. 

“Good catch,” Dream said, leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed, looking painfully smug.

“Oh, fuck off,” Tommy snapped. He felt so stupid for allowing himself to be caught with his guard down.

“Don’t be rude,” Dream said, approaching Tommy a little too quickly. 

“Was that one of the toys you were talking about?” Tommy said, rude for no reason.

“No matter what I let you get away with in these walls,” Dream towered over him, grabbing his collar and yanking Tommy against his body. “Never forget that I own you .” 

His mouth was dry and his tongue was heavy. It took Tommy a few tries for any words to come out.

“Y-yeah well you're a shitty owner anyway. I wouldn’t trust you with a goldfish, let alone a person.” Tommy said, voice quivering as Dream’s breath tickled his ear.

“Y’know, if you keep saying things like that I’m going to start to take it personally,” Dream said. Tommy knew that was a threat.

“Good.” Why couldn’t Tommy just shut up? “I hope you internalize my hatred, get depressed and kill yourself.”

Dream wrapped the collar around his hand, tightening it until Tommy started to choke. He could feel the warmth radiating from Dream’s body. He was so close. 

“It’s late. We should go to bed,” Dream said, dropping him. It didn't feel late and Tommy realized that he had no way of knowing what time it was. It could be the middle of the day, it could be 3 AM, only Dream could tell him.

Tommy gasped, rubbing at his throat, as Dream dragged him back into the hall.

“Do I get a bed?” Tommy asked, longing to go to sleep and have a fictional nightmare.

“Well, you can stay in the cage or, you can join me in the nice warm bed,” Dream said, like the answer should be obvious. And it was.

“Cage,” Tommy said immediately. He absolutely could not risk sleeping next to Dream. Even if it meant going to sleep in the cold, he’d take the extra layer of protection.

Dream scoffed, “fine.”

Cringing, Tommy crouched by the entrance and crawled in. A metal screech made him pause.

“Are you locking me in?” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” Dream said, still in a huff. 

Tommy didn’t object.

The crate only had a thin pad between him and the floor. He turned his back to Dream and faced the wall. He didn’t have a blanket like in Logstedshire so, shivering, he wrapped his arms around himself. 

Dream never answered his question about the dog food.

Chapter Text

“Are you a vampire?” Tommy asked that morning.

Dream let out a surprised laugh, “No.”

Neither of them had gotten out of their respective beds, but they were facing each other now. Tommy was propped up on his elbows. Admittedly, Dream looked a lot more comfortable.

“Really? Prove it.” Tommy let himself pretend everything wasn’t terrible for a moment, and just enjoyed Dream’s company. They were friends before it all. He missed that.

“My eyes aren’t red,” Dream said, as if that was the only criteria he could think of.

“Hmm, well I've never seen you eat garlic or come inside someone’s house without permission.” 

Did the tunnels count as part of his house? Maybe not since they were built by Dream. The tunnels, right, add that to the list of lighthearted memories tainted by the new development that Dream just wanted to assault him.

“I’ve cum inside your house plenty,” Dream smiled.

“Fuck off,” Tommy let his head drop back onto his bedding. The idea that Dream had been doing that in his house without his knowledge made his stomach churn.

Back to everything being terrible then.

“Are you going back to the main SMP today?” Tommy asked.

“No,” Dream frowned, looking upset at the idea that Tommy wanted him gone.

Dream needed to think that Tommy had given up, that there was no need to worry about him escaping. Dream was a lot of things, but gullible was not one of them, it would take a long time to convince him Tommy wasn’t trying to trick him. Tommy just had to survive long enough.

He had to be really sad and pathetic.

“Well, what’re we gonna do today?” Tommy asked. 

“You really could use a bath.”

Tommy grimaced at his reflection in the bathroom. He looked awful. His fur was filthy and matted. His legs were covered in dark bruises from Dream’s abuse. His shirt looked like it had long since started to rot.

“I got you a clean set of clothes,” Dream explained, running hot water into the bath. “We should probably burn your old ones.”

“Right,” Tommy said, still partially distracted by his reflection. 

It would be nice to not be covered in filth for once.

“Can you get out?” Tommy asked, wanting to get in the water before it got cold.

Dream sighed, “I don’t trust you enough to leave you alone right now.”

Tommy scoffed, “What could I possibly do?”

“Break the mirror and use a shard of glass to hurt me.” Tommy was embarrassed he hadn't thought of that. “Or worse, hurt yourself.”

“Fine, just-“ Tommy wrapped his arms around himself, “please, turn around?”

“No,” Dream said with no room for debate.

Instead Tommy turned his back to Dream. He got undressed and into the water quickly, trying not to think about Dream’s eyes on him. The warm water felt nice but agitated his cuts and brusies.

Tommy flinched when a hand brushed the back of his neck. Dream had kneeled next to the tub and was now very, very close.

“I don’t need your help to bathe!” Tommy said.

“Are you sure?” Dream’s eyes raked over his naked body. It was like he didn’t feel the need to hide it anymore. He knew Tommy knew what he wanted.

“Yes,” Tommy stressed.

Dream tsked, getting up and going to go pout in the corner or something. Tommy chose to ignore him and focus on the task at hand. He scrubbed off layers of grime and permadirt, paying careful attention to any still sensitive spots.

He carded his fingers through the long fur on his tail, wincing when he snagged on a knot. His hair was an even worse case. He’d definitely have to ask Dream for a hairbrush at some point.

He also took the chance to clean out his insides since apparently Dream didn’t feel like doing it. Tommy hadn’t even noticed the uncomfortableness of old blood and cum in him over the terrible aching pain in the area. 

It was not the cleanest he’d ever been but it was cleaner than he’s been in the last couple of weeks.

Tommy’s ear twitched and he was forced to remember who else was in the room with him. The sound was a very distinct kind of slick and it wasn’t exactly subtle. Tommy made the mistake of looking back.

Dream was standing a few feet away, leaning against the bathroom wall, and stroking himself. His eyes were half closed and he didn’t seem to notice that Tommy had seen him.

Tommy let out a loud hiss, his ears pulled back.

“ARE YOU FUCKIN- I’m done here,” Tommy stood up and reached for a towel.

“No, wait,” Dream rushed him, grabbing Tommy’s shoulder and forcing him back down, unintentionally shoving his dick in Tommy’s face, “Stay there.”

“You said you wouldn’t,” Tommy turned his gaze away in disgust. “You promised.”

“I’m not touching you,” Dream pointed out.

“Well, stop touching yourself, please,” Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could deafen himself as easily.

“But I’m so close,” Dream breathed, “y’know, I’d finish quicker if you…”

Tommy felt something warm and wet press against his cheek. A hand landed in his hair. 

“No,” Tommy said through clenched teeth. He didn’t want to risk opening his mouth right now.

“Come on,” Dream pressed, “you don’t have to use your mouth.”

Tommy considered it. Using his hand willingly was better than having Dream shove it down his throat. Dream subtly rutted against the corner of his mouth.

“I really don’t want to do that, Dream,” Tommy said carefully.

Dream scoffed, “fine.” He pulled away but not very far.

A few moments later Dream moaned and he felt warm droplets hit his cheek.

“Eat.” Dream ordered.

“No.” Tommy’s new clothes were a red sweater that was a size too big and shorts. It felt good to be in pants again.

They sat across from each other at the table in Dream’s ugly ass kitchen.

“I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“You came on my face.”

“You said I could.”

“No, I didn’t?”

Thankfully, Dream was not expecting him to eat dog food. A completely normal steak was set in front of him, making his mouth water. Unfortunately, Dream insisted on feeding Tommy himself, not letting the teenager so much as hold the fork.

“Well, you didn’t tell me not to,” Dream shrugged, “now, eat.”

“Just let me do it myself,” Tommy huffed.

Sighing, Dream placed the fork on the plate. Tommy thought that meant he would get to use it now.

Dream stood up.

Tommy panicked.

“W-what are you doing?” Tommy asked, ringing his hands as Dream rounded the table. 

Dream didn’t speak, instead walking behind Tommy and draping his arms over his shoulders. 

“Open,” Dream said, reaching up pressing his fingers against Tommy’s lips.

He shook his head. Dream forced his hand into Tommy’s mouth and tried to pry his teeth apart. Tommy felt like it was partly revenge for him refusing to open his mouth for Dream earlier. Tommy bit down on his hand, hard enough to draw blood.

Dream yelped, grabbing a handful of Tommy’s hair and slamming his head into the table, hard. Tommy groaned, closing his eyes as pain radiated in his head. He was pulled up by his shoulders and grabbed harshly by the chin, forced to look up at Dream. 

“If you try that shit again I’ll rip your fucking teeth out!” Dream promised. 

“Sorry.” Tommy could still taste his blood.

Dream scoffed, “we’re not going to make a lot of progress until you give up on leaving.”

“I have!” He lied, “I know you’re stronger than me, there’s no world in which I get out of here.”

He couldn’t break out with Dream on high alert. He needed him to think that Tommy wasn’t going to try to escape.

Dream stared at him for a moment. “You’re lying.”

“No really-“ 

“Don’t waste your breath,” Dream let go of his face, “now, you’re going to eat this fucking steak or the only thing going in your mouth today is me.”

Begrudgingly, Tommy let Dream feed him.

“I have to go,” Dream said suddenly.

Tommy looked up from the book he was pretending to read. “What? Why?” He tried to hide his joy. He thought it would take much longer for Dream to fuck off.

“Someone’s getting executed, so I have to go deal with that.” 

“Who?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Dream gave him a pat on the head, “I’ll be back soon, do you want me to bring you a leaf or something?”

“A leaf?”

“From L’manberg.”

“Oh, sure.”

“Stick to rooms you’ve been in before, don’t snoop around,” Dream said, gearing up to leave.

Tommy stood up to follow him.

“No, you stay here until I’m gone,” Dream ordered, “I don’t want you seeing how I leave.”

Shit. “What if there’s an emergency?”

“I thought of that,” Dream handed him a communicator. It looked just like his old one, the one he had taken when he was exiled. Before Tommy could get too excited Dream continued. “It can only contact me, and you won’t get any death notifications.”

“Oh, cool,” Tommy said, putting it in his pocket.

Dream frowned. “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, “I promise.” As if Dream leaving was why he was upset.

Tommy was bored. 

The first thing he did after Dream left was rip the collar from his neck and throw it across the room. The second thing he did was go around to every door, checking if any were left unlocked or could be forced open. There weren't any. 

Then he went to the library and tore a thin piece of wood off a book shelf in the back. He burnt the tip over a candle and grabbed a book he thought Dream wouldn’t miss.

10 Habits of the Alpha Female, by JK Rowling

And flipped to the middle, drawing a map of the base as he walked through it. Labeling the few rooms he knew. 

However, after that there wasn’t much in the way of entertainment. He tried using the communicator but it only had Dream’s contact and he couldn’t add any more. The button simply wasn’t there. 

If only Tubbo was here. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Tubbo right now. What Dream said had only made things more confusing.

Without any week-old memes to scroll through and no way to tell time, Tommy ended up just wandering around. He ended up back in the library, the most normal feeling room in this hell hole, and laid on the ground, depressed.

The morning had been awful. If a sexy woman came on his face consensually, Tommy would think that was super hot. But it wasn’t consensual and Dream wasn’t a sexy woman.

Some part of him wanted Dream to come back just so something would happen, a louder, must smarter part of him, hoped Dream died on the way there and Tommy would never have to see him again.

He could read something. Reading was kind of boring though.

He could rip up books. That could be fun.

He hadn’t gone back to the bedroom yet today. Being in there made him feel such terrible dread. He decided to read a book about cows. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed when his communicator dinged. He grabbed it and tapped on the only contact he had.

dreamwastaken: [sent an image]

dreamwastaken: miss you <3

Tommy violently tore the screen away from his face as his eyes were assaulted by a poorly lit picture of Dream’s hard cock.

dreamwastaken: also quackity died lmao

“Aw tits,” Tommy said. He really liked that guy. Quackity still had some lives left right?

Tommyinnit: can you get me a hairbrush while you’re out?

dreamwastaken: sure

A few hours(?) later Dream did come home, and was quick to strap the collar back onto Tommy’s neck.

“Every time you take this off I’m putting it back on tighter,” Dream threatened.

“Did you get me a hairbrush?”

Dream sighed, “yes.”

Per Dream’s request and Tommy’s begrudging compliance, they moved to the bedroom. Tommy sat on the bed to groom himself.

Combing his hair hurt enough but his tail was even more sensitive.

“Shit,” Tommy swore as he accidentally bent his tail too far trying to reach a knot.

“Here, let me help,” before Tommy could answer Dream took the hairbrush from his hand and sat next to him. Dream pulled him onto his lap, draping his tail across the bed.

It was weird feeling someone else touch his tail, especially Dream. Tommy barely trusted Wilbur to do it back when he was sane. The hairbrush tugged on a patch of fur.

“Ah- be gentle, please.” Sad and pathetic, he reminded himself, I am not a threat.

Dream hummed and started brushing much softer. It took a while and still kinda hurt but eventually his fur was smooth and the brush could go through it with snagging on anything. Dream set the hairbrush to the side.

Just as Tommy was about to get up Dream grabbed his tail.

“Oh! Hey-“ Tommy gasped.

Dream began to card his fingers through the soft fur, sending sparks up Tommy’s spine. It felt good.

“Can you stop that?” His tail and ears had always been incredibly sensitive to touch, as it was for most hybrids. Which was why it was common courtesy to not randomly grab people’s tails.

“Why?” Dream asked, not stopping.

This is inappropriate, he thought. It felt inappropriate. Not that that was new for them. Maybe he could add his tail to places Dream couldn’t touch.

Tommy wiggled in his seat, not brave enough to actually move. “It hurts,” He lied.

Dream wrapped his hand around Tommy’s tail firmly.

“Ngh- shit!” Tommy cried out, his tail clenched.

“You don’t sound like you’re in pain,” Dream said smugly, because he knew he was right.

Dream lightly scratched at the base of his tail. His fur bristled and he wished it was out of fear.

“Fuck-“ Tommy bit his lip to stop any more sound from coming out.

“You’re so cute like this,” Dream cooed. “All red-faced and moaning.”

“Mm no, I'm never cute,” Tommy defended. And I’m not moaning.

He hated this. He hated this so fucking much, and he hated that he liked it. He hated that if he checked he’d probably be wet.

“Of course, you’re terrifying,” Dream purred, “I’m shaking in fear.” Tommy was shaking.

The tip of his tail twitched as Dream stroked it.

“Do you like that?” Dream asked like he already knew the answer.

“Just a little,” Tommy admitted.

Maybe he didn’t have to pretend to be sad and pathetic, maybe he just was.

Dream grabbed him by the hips and turned him so that Tommy’s back was pressed against his chest, legs spread. Dream’s hand brushed against Tommy’s crouch and he panicked before it passed and landed on the man’s clothed dick instead.

Dream was touching himself. Right next to Tommy. Again. And, once again, he couldn’t move away from it, he was trapped against Dream chest by the arm he was using to jerk off.

“I don’t remember you being so horny all the time.”

“What can I say? Knowing I have access to you at all times is quite the aphrodisiac.” Dream let out a shaky breath.

Tommy didn’t know what that word meant because he wasn’t a fucking nerd. Tommy also noticed the new lack of tail touching.

“Why’d you stop touching me?” Tommy pouted, swiping his tail to make a point.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Dream breath tickled his ear as he spoke.

And that.

That, Tommy was NOT falling for.

“No, I’m good.”

Dream huffed. Tommy hoped he was better at handling disappointment than he was disobedience.

Tommy's head slammed into the top of his crate as he shot up. The room was pitch black. He couldn’t see or hear or breathe. He could feel his heartbeat in every part of his body.

He had been having a nightmare, though the details faded as quickly as he could blink, he remembered the tight, enclosed walls of Pogtopia. He couldn’t move without bumping into the metal bars of his cage. His chest felt tight.

He was terrified.

“Tommy?” Of course Dream was still awake, probably plotting how to make Tommy’s life worse.

“Huh?” Tommy made a noise, breathing ragged. He leaned against the door to the crate, looking up at Dream blearily, who had moved to stand beside him.

“Are you okay?” Dream stooped down and opened the cage, taking Tommy in his arms.

“No,” Tommy admitted, letting himself be scooped up.

Dream carried him over to the bed and laid him down. The first thing Tommy noticed was just how much more comfortable this bed was compared to his hard sheet of plastic. He was so distracted he didn’t notice Dream lay next to him until he spoke.

“What happened?” Dream asked softly.

“Nightmare,” he said simply.

“What was it about?”

“Wilbur,” he admitted. He knew it was wrong to try to seek comfort in Dream but he really needed to be comforted right now.

“I’m sorry,” Dream reached up to cup Tommy’s face in his hand. He didn’t even flinch. “But Wilbur's dead, he can’t hurt you anymore.”

Tommy’s nightmare wasn’t Wilbur hurting him but he sure as hell wasn’t going to correct Dream.

Instead he reached out for physical comfort and buried his face in the crook of Dream’s neck. Dream pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the younger.

For a moment Tommy let himself revel in it.

“Aww, does puppy want cuddles?” Dream cooed.

Tommy felt like he was being mocked.

“Puppy wants fucking sunlight,” Tommy shot back, thought the effect was dampened by how he was clinging on to Dream like he would die if he stopped. “Puppy wants a social life.”

Dream laughed, full tea-kettle esk laughter. Tommy smiled. It was almost like they were spending time together pre-exile, when Tommy would be so proud of every reaction he was able to elicit from Dream, good or bad.

Dream was in a good mood. Now was his chance! Tommy pinned his ears back and tried to look as weak and pitiful as possible.

“Please, can I go outside sometime?” Tommy begged, “I get bored stuck inside all day, and I do actually need sunlight.”

Dream hummed sympathetically, “fine, I’m still technically on vacation tomorrow, so I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you!” Tommy said, holding Dream a little tighter. 

That was so much sooner than he thought. He’ll be out of here in no time.

As his heart rate slowed and his adrenaline subsided, he was left feeling exhausted. He must have only been asleep for an hour at most. The bed was so comfortable and Dream was so warm, he couldn’t pull himself away to go lay on a freezing sheet of plastic.

He fell asleep, right there, in Dream arms, nothing but hopeful for tomorrow.