You open your eyes. You are lying on your back on a field of clouds, drifting through a pastel sky, floating on a soft bed of cotton fluff, going wherever the whims of the wind desire to take you. You feel blissfully at peace, in a world of color on the other side of the black veil of sleep.
The sky is beautiful, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, hypnotizing you into a rest you so truly deserve. But your mind has other ideas. Your mind always has other ideas.
Of course, you already know, in a dream, all is never what it seems. You start to slowly sink into the soft bed of fluff beneath you. The fluffy white warmth below you slowly starts enveloping you as you sink in, the foamy clouds expanding around your body until eventually they cover you completely, robbing you of that beautiful sky.
You start sinking. It is hard to describe exactly how it feels, as you are losing your sense of space, but you are definitely sinking. Down, down, down, through the clouds, who knows what lies beneath.
You open your eyes, and you are on the clouds again, as soft as they ever were, yet something is different. The sky seems more... real, somehow.
Your slow, dreamy realization and reaction speed do not help you as you are impacted by one of the previously skyborne shapes. The blue blob explodes in a wave of slimy color, splattering across your pristine body, and those fluffy pure white clouds, leaving a large stain across your body and your bed.
You notice the kaleidoscope is moving, every patch of color shifting and dancing in your view. Some of them streak through the sky, with bright and colorful tails behind them, like the densest meteor shower you have ever seen. Each shape impacts the clouds, throwing bits of white fluff around, mixed with the sticky slimy colorful paint-like substance the meteors seem to be made of.
It doesn't take long for you to be hit again, this time in the groin with a pink blob. You feel a rush of pleasure go through you as the mass of pink covers your body in a layer of slime.
The rate of impacts quickly increases, as part after part of your body gets impacted by multicolored blobs of messy goodness. Then your face gets hit by a black blob, and the world around you ceases.
You open your eyes, and you are pristine again, lying under that colorful sky, on your soft bed of clouds. That sky is different somehow. It is... soft... bubbly... and blobby. Spheres of color slowly drift across your vision, absorbing, diffusing and reflecting the light into a spectacular spectrum of colors.
As one of them drifts particularly close to you, it morphs and shifts and moves around, in weird and unpredictable ways, as it drifts through your field of vision.
Before long another blob comes along, this one on a collision course with the cloudy ground near your feet. As it touches the ground, it slowly sinks in, leaching into the clouds around your feet, turning them as blue as the blob itself was. And then the blue clouds start moving and shifting, expanding around your feet and holding them in place.
The next blob to come near is a yellow one, reaching the clouds near your stomach. It too leaches into the clouds, and immediately the yellow clouds start tickling you, growing small feathery appendages, which rapidly wiggle around, tickling your back and stomach, as the yellow clouds wrap around your waist.
The density of colorful blobs around you steadily increases. Before long you're mostly immobilized, and giggling from all the tickling. Then a large purple blob enters your field of view. Your mind races at the possibilities. At this point the dream so far, the restriction and the tickling have made you quite horny, and those thoughts seem to attract the purple blob towards you.
It moves to hit you directly, but instead phases through you and seeps into the clouds around you, turning them various shades of purple. The blue restraints become a deep violet, and start restricting you more tightly and contracting rhythmically, massaging you firmly, but seductively.
The yellow feathery extensions turn magenta, and the feather-like structures become slimy and wet, as they turn tongue-like, and start licking your body, still tickling, but with a very different intention. One of lust instead of play.
But the real trouble comes from the previously white clouds, which turn from white into a deep, dark, delicious purple, a purple such as you have never in your life seen. The clouds start writhing and seemingly come to life, as it starts growing extensions which very clearly and quickly turn into long, purple, prehensile tentacles. They start delicately, but firmly, wrapping around your body, grasping your wrists, ankles, arms, legs, stomach, chest and neck. The tentacles secrete a slimy purple dye, which soaks into your skin, slowly turning it purple too.
You feel the corruption soaking into you. Into your mind. Into your soul. And into your body. You want this. You need this. The tentacles start writhing around you more vigorously, and as a tentacle approaches your groin, another one approaches your mouth. You let the tentacle enter your mouth, as others slowly start pleasuring you, leaving sticky purple slime in their wake. The tentacle in your mouth becomes gag-like, as it wraps around the back of your head, while it explores your mouth and throat, capturing your moans.
Your eyes are covered, and your senses are reduced to touch, exponentially exciting the touch of the bed of tentacles exploring, binding and licking every inch of your skin. You feel the lust inside of you start to build and build and build, as the tentacles bully the pleasure into you, corrupting you into its, or is it your, wishes.
Before long, the energetic excitation from the purple tentacles causes wave after wave of pleasure to surge through you, in ways a waking body cannot experience. The tentacles hold you in their grasp as they squirm and squeeze the light out of you.
You open your eyes, body sweaty, and breathing rapidly as you sit up in your bed with a gentle smile on your face.