Eliza was in some place dark and quiet.

It hugged her from all sides and seemed to wiggle inside her with its vast shadows and blurry edges that went on forever. She opened her eyes, but she knew she wasn’t opening them at the same time.

The area was formless and empty with only her warm breath for company. She was upright and there was somehow a bed behind her that she could feel but not see. She tried to move, but her hands and feet disappeared into the void behind her like a magic trick and trapped her in place.

Eliza squirmed and tried to make sense of the shapeless place around her. It was warm and too much, a breath of hot air across her prickling skin and a stillness that tingled through her like an itch.

She blinked through the fog in her head and tried in vain to get free. It wasn't long until figure materialized in the distance and she froze. Footsteps echoed across the nothingness and a person slowly took shape with each loose and deliberate step.

Belatedly, Eliza realized she wasn’t wearing anything. Her face burst into heat, this isn’t real. She knew it couldn’t be real, but she also knew who was coming all the same and wanted to go bury her head in the sand for it.

Eliza struggled to get away, but her hands and feet were still submerged into the grayness behind her and all she could do was hang there and wait.

“Heh,” a single mocking laugh echoed through the space and when she looked up Mickey was lazily smiling toward her with barbs in her gaze that pricked Eliza in every way. She was wearing black work-out leggings and a jacket. Notably, she was completely clothed. “How the tables have turned.”

Dream-Mickey commented and Eliza burned for it. She looked away in order to ignore how very naked she was and how very close Dream-Mickey was getting.

“Don’t look,” Eliza mumbled and tried to collapse in on herself with force of will alone. Her dreams didn’t work that way though.

Mickey’s eyes seemed to rove over her with the force of a small army: stomping down crops and leveling entire cities before her. “Why?” Her voice rang water-sweet and seemed to run down Eliza’s body with a dripping weight. “Don’t you want me?”

“I’m-I’m--” Eliza tried to find the words.

Dream-Mickey just tisked. “Eliza, Eliza, Eliza,” she hummed and prowled ever-closer, a predator crouching down in the grass and circling her prey. “Look at me.”

Eliza glanced up on command and Mickey's smug smile grew wider. Eliza tried to close her legs but couldn’t. “I’m sorry.” Eliza said in a small voice and Mickey’s gaze was once more eating up her hanging tits and spread thighs.

“You just have to say it.” Dream-Mickey crooned. “And I could do all sorts of things to you. You’d like that.” She allowed for a long and dangerous pause. “Wouldn’t you, pet?”

Eliza averted her eyes and felt something tremble inside of her. Something with claws and gale-force winds and growing damp heat behind it. She didn’t answer.

“How wet are you already from me just looking at you, hmm?” She could feel Mickey’s breath on her cheek and refused to look. “How many fingers,” she drew out each word and hissed them into her ear. “Do you think I could slip into you before you started to really whine for it?”

A hand pressed down her side. It was firm and possessive and fixed in the exact place real-Mickey’s hand had been all those nights ago when she helped Eliza to bed when she was sick.

“One?” The hand slid down her waist. “Two?” A second hand was placed on her hip. “Oh how dirty. You want me to put three fingers inside of you?” She fixed a hard look at her mouth. “I’d have to get creative.”

Eliza melted for a moment and gave into a soft moan. She pushed it down again. “You don’t want me.” Her voice was heavy and filled with sorrow she usually tried to ignore. “Not like how I want you. Not outside of here.” You pulled away from our kiss.

Something ached inside her in so many different ways.

“But you want me,” Mickey said back and it sounded reverent. Prayerful. “Just say it. Say you want me to fuck you and use you and make you mine.”

Eliza let her head fall to her chest. “It’s not like that.” She mumbled.

“Ah,” something like pity seemed to enter Dream-Mickey’s tone. “I know.” A hand lifted her face and cradled it. “You want all of it. Greedy girl,” she bore her teeth. “You really think she’d want to date you?”

Eliza’s eyes stung. “I don’t know…”

Dream-Mickey looked her in the eyes and shook her head. “You ask for too much.” She kissed her cheek gently, almost tenderly. “It could feel good though. In here. In the way you want.”

Eliza tried to squirm again and Dream-Mickey licked her own lips. Eliza’s jaw ached from clenching her teeth and heat pulsed between her legs. Mournful shame brushed up against her insides and she squeezed her eyes shut, “I don’t deserve it.”

Mickey shrugged and let her go. Eliza panged with a cruel emptiness. “Suit yourself.” Mickey walked the other direction. “I’ll just settle for her then.”

“Huh?” Eliza looked up in a daze, still helpless and trapped in place. Mickey sauntered up to another girl just across from her. She was broad-hipped with thick thighs, a soft belly, and long tight brown curls that hung around her round face. It was her. She was Eliza.

This Eliza, the Dream-Eliza, stood up tall and almost proudly. She moved easily through their absent world and shoved her chest out as Mickey approached. “Hello, love.” She said and it was sweet, too sweet and awful and careless.

Mickey cupped one of her breasts roughly, threaded a hand through her hair, and brought her face down into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss.

Eliza made a sharp sound as her doppelganger was fondled and mouth blatantly violated by another tongue. Mickey kissed her with a type of devilish intent, biting her lip and darting her tongue up into her. She kissed hard and with little restraint. Dream-Eliza didn’t move to stop her or even cover herself, she just moaned into Mickey’s mouth and kissed her back.

Eliza felt like a tea kettle about to boil over as she clenched her jaw and swallowed some keening bruised emotion.

Dream-Eliza made hard eye contact as she moved against Mickey. She leaned down to whisper something into Mickey’s ear with puffy lips glistening with spit. Mickey just nodded and Dream-Eliza started to spread her legs.

Eliza, still trapped, still helpless, watched in horror as her dream-self widened her stance and pressed her hips forward. Both of her hands dragged down her own body and between her legs. “W-wait,” Eliza rasped.

It was too late. Dream-Eliza put her hands on either side of her pussy and spread the lips-- presenting herself to Micky red and slick and shameless. Mickey gave a brutish, pleased grin at the offering. The real-Eliza bit her lower lip with intent to draw blood.

They somehow were now in the apartment and Mickey pushed Eliza up against the wall and kissed her neck and throat with teeth and tongue. “Take me,” Dream-Eliza called out with a thin needy voice. “Touch me, touch me.”

Dream-Mickey seized her mouth and groped her with firm kneading fingers. Eliza couldn’t look away and her mouth hung open as a growing throb went throughout her whole body.

Dream-Eliza tossed her head back and Mickey gently ran a finger up her thigh and slowly petted her. Eliza could fully make out her own folds and hard clit as Mickey touched her, made her groan and thrust into her palm.

Dream-Mickey looked over her shoulder and gave real-Eliza a look so hard that it might as well have pinned her in place and never let her up again. Mickey was still holding her gaze as she gently pressed one finger into the Other-Eliza. The girl mewled and arched her back as her finger disappeared slowly into the pink hole. Mickey took her time pressing in all the way to the knuckle.

“How does it feel?” She called as she watched real-Eliza involuntarily thrust her own hips into nothing. “How does it feel to want me inside of you?”

Eliza squeezed her eyes shut just as Mickey slid another finger inside of the other-Eliza and whispered sweet and dirty words into her doppelganger's ear. “It feels so good.” Other Eliza moaned shamelessly and let her all the way in.

“Ah,” Eliza’s eyes flew open and she rocked upright. Her teeth ached and her legs were tangled in the sheets so tightly it was like a snake constricted around her. She winced and closed her legs on instinct. “Oh fuck.”

She hit her head against the pillow behind her. She was hyper-aware of the dampness in her panties and sweet ache deep in her belly. She threw an arm over her face and cursed whatever God watched over horny fools who could never ask for what they want.

Said god probably only laughed at her as she got up to change into dry underwear and wash her fever-hot face over and over again--making secret wishes without words in the depths of her heart.