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"Fuck."
The walk to the market was taking longer than usual, at least, that's what Dream wanted to think in his head with the midday sun beating down on his body. Everything felt heavier and he seemed to weigh down on the earth. Of course, this was just him being overdramatic about not wanting to go out and get supplies. Dream may have been used to such heat but that didn't mean he couldn't complain about it. Especially when his whole body was suffering.
Luckily for Dream, his usual path cut straight through a forest whose canopy provided a magical cooling aura around him. The sun peaked through some parts but he paid no mind to it, the market just around the bend and his pockets filled with gold and emeralds alike ready to be spent. He ran into the heart of the marketplace almost stumbling into some barrels but catching himself just in time. He glanced up to the sky, still hidden by leaves but not well enough, he could take his time if he wanted to be back by nightfall. He released some of the tension in his shoulders and loosened up, walking up to the first shopkeeper in the middle.
"My my, look how you've grown," The woman who ran the place, the one who raised him, using her magic to upkeep the cool climate and life of the forest. Everyone knew she was a witch but not many people cared when she was known for healing the young ones who hurt themselves at play in the trees, Dream used to be one of them. "I know I know, I say it every time I see you, but it's true." She smiled brightly at him, leaning over to rest her chin upon her interlocked hands
Dream gave a solemn smile in return, knowing she could probably sense it from him. It was always nice to visit when he could, learn what he could and then repeat the process months later. She stood back up with a resting peaceful stare, probably reminiscing like always but her hands were quickly grabbing bottles and twirling powders in the air. A magic show every time he came, with his senses filled with the scent of persimmons and cinnamon, and watching the spark in her eyes ignite mixing everything together neatly. Soon the swirls in the air stopped and everything laid itself out in front of Dream with labels and mini instructions written in Ender.
It was always difficult for Dream to thank her, the smile in her eyes brightened when telling him the care instructions. He can always try to copy her healing skills but not quite. "I'll see you again, thank you for these." It felt hard to leave her shop but his attention was piqued when she reached her closed palm out to him and opened it. A small vial of blue liquid, seemingly viscous with how it flowed in the thin bottle, along with a note tied to it.
Her stature tensed a bit before she spoke again, a stern look in her eyes. "I've heard rumors from around the bend that there's something leaking into the food supply, the rumors get quite, out there for sure," Her eyes stared off into the distance widened from some thought. She shook it off and pointed to the vial "This will combat any adverse reactions if you need so." She seemed perplexed by it all herself, never a good sign, but Dream was thankful for the care.
"I'll keep safe, but you do the same." Dream squeezed her hand and bowed slightly before leaving. The feeling of her anxiousness was unable to wash off of him, but he pushed the feelings aside to get to his next shop. The wind blowing along aside him as he walked up to the weaponsmith, the sound of confusion greeted him well but he was able to barter his way into a new ax along with a free coupon for if he wanted to get it resharpened.
He dropped emeralds and a few gold bars at the butcher's counter, the hexed piglin behind the counter arguing with their owner over which quality meat they should give. The piglin clearly winning the battle and handing Dream a nice cut of beef and ham with a grunt and a smile (more likely than not at the gold but who really knew) and for extra points, Dream got a nice quarter stack of leather. Dream smiled and thanked them, always knowing since he was a kid that the local piglin butcher always gave extra with a bit of gold and a bit of good luck. He was waved off by the co-owner who always got disgruntled when there wasn't a good deal on their end.
Dream wandered the grounds, looking at the plants and enjoying his serene surroundings. It was always so easy to collect his thoughts when it was peaceful. Around a few trees, he saw a few more stands, these ones holding fruits and vegetables. The old produce vendors had disappeared so most of it was from nearby farmers bringing in their goods. He tossed a few emeralds on one of the wooden stands and took his pick at some apples he'd snack on later, maybe even one now. He approached the other stand, the vendor not to be seen, and he looked at the fruits available and their unusual prices.
"Special low offer today only," A familiar monotone voice ran behind him, could it be his childhood sparring buddy? He turned around and observed the empty look on his old friend's face. A raising of the brows was the most reaction he got from them in ages.
"You look tired." Dream leaned on an aged dark oak barrel, probably containing whatever fermented fruit goo they had to offer. Not his thing personally, but to each their own.
"Yeah. But I have fruit," His old friend gestured to the grouping of produce he looked at just before. Their arm dropped and they sighed. "Taking a break from farming for a while so this is the last of what I have." They looked so drained as they pointed to the last of their harvest. "That's the last watermelon."
Of course they'd be the one to remember such detail from their past, the after-practice snack they both loved. Dream took a glance at the aforementioned watermelon, sitting on its own, enjoying the cool shade, probably enjoying a better life than him at the moment. It had been months since he last ate watermelon, the juicy sweet flesh not good enough for his hunger needs. But it's always good to have a treat after a long day's work. The price was so low too. A steal on his end but a ripoff on the other side of the coin.
"You must have the best prices in the area, only one gold bar?" Dream gave the melon a pat, feeling the firmness just to make sure he wasn't getting tricked into a sad squishy fruit when he opened it up. The only response he got was a shrug, followed shortly after by a yawn. Whatever was keeping them up at night sure liked to take their energy... But it didn't take a genius to know that this melon was ripe for the picking. Even if it already was picked...
There wasn't much of a reaction when Dream tossed a gold bar at his old pal, just the perfect catch and the absent staring into its shine. Dream wanted to ignore it but he put it into his mind that they must just be tired today, going deep into the forest just to sell some cheap fruit without a full night's rest. He lifted the watermelon with both hands and nodded a farewell to his friend who had already started to walk back into the brush once more. He made his mind up that he'd go visit their farm one day when he had the time but for now, the journey back home was the main thing on his mind.
He took one last look at his childhood and turned around heading the other way, the faint bittersweet smile visible just below his mask. He promised himself just before he lost sight of the woods as he stepped back onto the trail that he would return, soon.
The walk was long, the hunger he felt fought against him, and the heat had soon returned to make a very nice home on top of Dream's head. He was definitely out of the magic forest, the low heat baking him alive but dying down just a bit as sunset was soon approaching. A nearby lake had enticed Dream to take a break walking for the night and rest, yet another rare occurrence to add to the list for the day. He sat down his goods a few feet away from the water's edge and rested his back against a tree, the ripples in the water from the small fish and plant life lulling him to take a short nap. There was nothing stopping him from drifting slowly into a peaceful sleep knowing he was safe from the world...
Dream shot up.
His heart pounding and the fight-or-flight feeling creeping up his throat. Or maybe a more intense gut feeling he hadn't known in years. His mouth was dry but there was nothing around him to be making him feel this way. Was it past memories sneaking upon him in his sleep? He wasn't sure. But in the dead of night, anything small was bigger and any soft sound was louder. He pulled an unlit torch from his bag and struck it across the tree bark to make it spark to life, the flickering glow resting his soul at ease.
He almost forgot he was hungry, the goods and produce he bought earlier unaffected from his lively awakening. The watermelon however seemed extra delicious in the glow of the torchlight.
Dream laughed at himself, no wonder he had such a fright and woke up, his body just likes him too much knowing what goodness lays next to him. He reached for his sword and prepped a towel on the ground, with no thought at all he quickly sliced the top of the watermelon off, to give him a flat surface to work with. But he froze in place, something stopping him from doing anything else. What was happening to him?
He shut his eyes tight and smacked his temple with the palm of his hand, for somehow cursed, offensive, and downright revolting ideas floated in and out of his conscience. He took a deep inhale to steady himself and his racing thoughts and cut a good decent slice of watermelon to eat. The juices ran down his hand as he lifted it up to eat, finally something after hours of nothing. With just a slight push-up on his mask, he uncovered his mouth and sunk his teeth into the slice.
Oh.
Almost instantly Dream felt numb. Numb to everything except whatever the hell this fruit was doing, the taste was exquisite, too damn good for a regular watermelon. Sure he loved them as a kid but they never had that good of a flavor. And the shivers that ran down his spine, the tingles he felt all over his body, he was cold and hot at the same time. He had to put down the slice just to catch his breath.
But that's when it hit him.
It hit him so fast, he didn't see it coming, the sweet fruity aroma coming from the larger half, leaving him fuzzy-minded. The racing thoughts from earlier had returned but this time they were slow and easy and convincing him. How the hell were they convincing him? He stared at the melon, the ripe tantalizing flesh calling his name. It would be so easy, he was strong enough to do it, but was he mentally prepared? No.
It didn't matter, his hands were already shuffling around and his head felt heavy and cloudy. The only thing that was gonna save him was putting his dick in that watermelon and before he realized it, there was a nice hole in the top of the flesh from his sword, did he remember doing it? No.
He gulped, his breath was shaky and he was wasting a perfecting good watermelon except for the fact that there was something very wrong about this watermelon. It was not normal, it smelt like sweet lust and it made him want to do all sorts of things, his body was burning all over and he was uncomfortably tight in his pants. Definitely not a normal watermelon.
The moon peeked from behind the dark cloud from the dead of night and with moonlight shining down on him, he made up his mind. He had to get it over with, to do the unthinkable. He grabbed the fruit, the weight of it, and what he was about to do weighing in his hands. He looked down and saw that, oh, he had undone his pants already but he rested the bottom of the melon on the towel and with a free hand pulled himself out from his underwear, hot and heavy in his hands and dying to get inside. He really was losing his mind to a fruit. Dream braced himself not wanting to go slow but get in quick, he gave one last glance before shutting his eyes tight and dropping his hips, his pelvis meeting the freshly cut edge of the melon, teasing the skin there with small sparks of who-knows-what.
Dream almost blacked out, not consciously but he was feeling way too many things that he couldn't describe, only the voices in his head telling him that he should continue and to pleasure himself. He tried to give a small thrust, testing out the waters because it did feel so so good.
Gripping onto the watermelon harder, his eyes opened again slowly focusing just in front of him and blocked out everything else around. The cool wet sensation taunting him but drawing him deeper into its aura, his hunger for it growing more with each second that passed. Any irrelevant thought was blocked out by the sweet fragrance that now filled his head and mind, telling him more. He couldn't even mentally cringe at it anymore when he was pulling out, the sensation was stimulating him in all the right places and for some reason, he didn't even know if he was going to last that long.
With more shallow thrusts came the urge to let go, give in, take what was left to take. Even though it was no longer day and the sun had disappeared hours ago, he still felt the same heat and burn everywhere on his body, it clouded his mind and soon he was realizing that this watermelon was the only thing cooling him off and he figured it out. But that was all it took for him to give in completely, no more hesitating.
Dream clenched his jaw as he pushed himself inside once more and again, and again, and soon enough he created a steady pace inside and out of the watermelon, the tingling on his cock increased with each thrust but so did the cool crisp feeling which was beginning to spread into his hips and abdomen, relief from the heat at last but he needed more. He rested his palm into the towel beneath the melon for leverage and quickened his pace, the wet smacks echoing through his ears.
The watermelon started to feel odd though. Of course, it was odd from the beginning but it felt like it was doing something back, Dream didn't know what however, he couldn't focus that hard. It almost felt like it was pulsing around him and trying to please him, he didn't really care though since he was trying to please himself but it was making it rather difficult to last longer. He was still trapped in its lustful presence because it had that for some reason. But nevertheless, he continued, changing the pace slightly, grinding his hips against the top of the cut melon to try and get deeper, the juices splashing out at his belly and thighs and leaving icy pricks in his skin that bloomed into heat.
That was a change.
This didn't stop him from trying his best, he tried to think but that was overrated given the situation.
He had to get it over with, it didn't matter that his self-pride was gonna take a hit, he was gonna fucking cum, and he was gonna like it. He relaxed and gave up himself entirely, the heat leaving him as he came, the watermelon releasing something that shot through Dream's body leaving him with chills. The flash in his mind and return of thoughts was a surprise but when he looked down the watermelon had burst.
And he knew damn well that he didn't do that.
It almost was like it self-destructed, but Dream didn't remember much in those last pleasuring moments. The moonlight shone on the mess he made and he felt the cringe come back. But he convinced himself that it was just like a fleshlight except it wasn't and it was a fruit. He wasn't hot anymore though, the best benefit he got from the experience.
But then he started to think: What is the reason for this? For the other cases, which Dream is assuming are similar to his since it was explained vaguely to him. Dream scrambled to his bag and pulled out the vial he received earlier and the note with it, trying to decipher everything. It was given to him for a reason and it's supposed to help something!
"Anaphrodisiac Instructions: If in contact with an aphrodisiac substance, drink half of the vial and rub remainder under your nose"
Dream's eyes grew wild in shock. He could've avoided this?
"Fuck."