A section of figurines catches your eye. They are super realistic, and about 12 inches tall. There are horses, dogs, people, centaurs, anthro-shark people, the more you looked, the more the variety. If you didn't know better, you would say they were real. A set of two Great Dane's had a price tag of $20. As you gazed into the eyes of the figurines, it made you think that they were looking right back at you. The label said they were made of crystal, but the fur looked lifelike. Further back, you spot a pair of anthro river otters, frozen in time with a playful pose of pawing each other. The river otters cost more, $40, but don't seem to constantly stare through you like the dogs. Carefully, you pull both of the otter figurines from the back of the shelf and make your way to the front counter.
The attendant nods, checks the tag, and asks, "Anything else today?"
You shake your head, "Not today."
The attendant wraps each figurine in bubble wrap and places them together in a padded box. "That will be $40."
You hand the attendant two twenties and he slides the box to you, "Come back and see us," he says.
You wave and head back to your room you rent from another guy at work. Growing up you collected action figures, and even sold some along the way to collectors. Compared to the two figurines you just bought, everything else was just a toy. You had now moved up to the high dollar hobby of crystal figurines, well you hoped. You would decide for yourself what they were made of once you got home.
Home was temporary, as you are renting from Conner, your "friend of a friend" from work. Conner is just a little younger than you, but as a salesman, makes a lot of money. Your accounting position is not meager, but sales are the only group who get commissions. That said, Conner is cheap. He needed a tax shelter, and through your common friend, worked out how to buy the house, and with you as a renter, he has a tenant. Conner is always chasing the next sale, so he is never at the house, traveling around the world constantly. The house has only basic furniture, and the only reason there is food in the house is that it's yours. You have essentially an entire house that is just outside of walking distance to work, but an easy fifteen minute bike ride. Arriving home, you park Conner's car in the garage and next to your bike, a rather nice 18-speed you bought right after you moved in to travel to work with. Once in your room, you remove the figurines from the box, being careful to unwrap them, and place them on your desk. You then use your action figure knowledge and tools (magnifying glass. light, etc) to see if they are real crystal. You verify that the material is glass, and is not plastic or metal. Satisfied with your purchase, you place the two otters at play on your nightstand table next to your bed. You then set off with your laptop to the kitchen to do some research and value assessment of your new purchase.
You enjoy a couple of bacon and cheese sandwiches as you see that your purchase may have some value or a lot of value, depending on who made them. It doesn't look good, as the expensive pieces have designer boxes, clothes, and the designer's signature. Your otters were lifelike, but had none of the trappings of expensive collectables. You close the laptop to let it charge, feeling good about not overpaying at that shop. With nothing to do the rest of the day, you lock up the house, and go to take a nap next to the pool.
You wake up to being splashed. "Conner. Not funny man," you say, half asleep. You hear giggling as your eyes slowly open and look at where the sound is coming from. You wake up fast, and stare at the two six, six and a half, your not sure, foot tall otters playing and laughing in the pool. You can see they have large fur covered breasts and very big tails. You get up and go back into your room to see if the figurines are on your nightstand, and they are. "So this is a dream," you think to yourself.
"No...it's real. Hi. I'm Candy, and my friend here is Muffin," said the dripping wet naked otter lady, who was standing next to another dripping wet otter lady in your doorway.
You laugh, "Right. Candy and Muffin. You know...how about we just fuck each other's until we pass out?" You take off your clothes and lie down on the bed. Candy and Muffin get right to work on teasing your shaft and massaging your balls. You think this is how dreams should be all the time. Muffin rolls you onto your side as Candy gives your shaft and balls some oral attention. Muffin spreads your ass cheeks and it feels like she is licking your ass hole. It's weird, but not unpleasant.
Muffin asks, "Can I fuck your ass?"
You are in no position to refuse, "Sure. Be gentle, it's my first time." The words are lost in time.
Muffin then works her tail into your ass. Candy has moved to position your cock to her pussy, and soon, you are the middle of a fuck sandwich. Perhaps in your dream, you have staying power, but Candy and Muffin keep you on edge for a long time before letting you go over the edge and explode into orgasm.
"Best dream ever," you whimper.
Your eyes are heavy, as the two otters continue to use your body as their sex toy. You fight to stay awake, you feel your cock throb with pleasure, your ass filled and massaged from within....but the dream must end. Just before you wake up, there is a sudden swelling in your ass that is about to get painful. Then your eyes open. It's night now. You look around and find yourself naked on your bed, and smile. "Good dream," you think to yourself. Your ass is throbbing, and you feel the urge to go. You make it to the toilet and empty your bowels, but it's mostly liquid and it has a distinct smell.
"Am I still dreaming?" you think to yourself.