Cassius drifted into a blissful dream, sprawled out in a lush green valley, the sun high and warm, the grass swaying in a gentle breeze.
It felt like heaven, a perfect escape from the chaos of the night. He sighed contentedly, basking in the peace—until something wet and ticklish grazed his crotch.
His eyes snapped open in the dream, and to his shock, a silver-haired dog was lapping at his pants, right over his junk.
"Whoa, what the—?"
He muttered, trying to shoo it away, but the dog was relentless, licking like his crotch was a gourmet treat. It was weirdly good, and for a moment, he thought, 'Eh, it's just a dream, let the pup have its fun.'
But then, the dog turned feral, chomping down on his crotch with a vengeance. Pain shot through him, and he jolted awake, heart pounding, a hand instinctively flying to his groin.
"Thank fuck, my balls are still here." He gasped, relief washing over him as he realized it was just a nightmare.
But then he froze. Something was...off.
