The Night Terror

Jake jerked sharply like he'd just be struck, opening his eyes suddenly to a white, empty void. It was so bright he had to squint, but... he'd heard a voice. And his name. He tried to move, look around but he couldn't feel his body. Did... Did he even have one? What happened? Where was he? Was... was this part of the VR world? Who--

“You killed us, Jake,” the voice accused once more, making him flinch with guilt and turn to face his accuser. However, when his eyes met Trixie's, the words in his throat turned into a painful sobbing knot. She was [i]glaring[/i] at him, a steeped hatred in her eyes that reminded him of how she'd assumed it was he who hated [i]her[/i].

He worked his jaws soundlessly, but grudgingly his voiced clawed its way out, “N-no, I—I wanted to... to [i]save[/i] you... I—I  [i]should've[/i] saved you... I--”

“Could've, would've. Didn't,” she spat derisively, every bit the popular girl that normally looked down on the lowest rung like him. He couldn't help flinching at her words, trying to make another sound in defense, but... nothing.

“But hey... you still got a chance, don'tcha?” she cooed in a way that somehow dripped with malice.

As if summoned by Trixie, an overwhelmingly massive version of the crystal he'd acquired seemed to stretch into existence overhead from out of nothing, hitting its full size with a thundering [i]BANG[/i] that seemed to shake the entirety of whatever realm he'd found himself in, the Saint's Grace loomed like the heavy, impossible burden it really was, close enough it could crush him. But then his attention was drawn back to the vixen.

“All you gotta do it use it, sweetie,” she said uncharacteristically cutely, like she was trying too hard to come off as cute instead of scary, but then a darkness took over for a moment and she stared daggers at him, “What... don't you [i]want[/i] to see me again? Don't you [i]want[/i] me to die again?!”

“N-n-no, I—I don't--”

“You haven't even seen me die the first time, and you're already thinking about killing me [i]again[/i]! Hah! You really [i]are[/i] a predator, aren't you. You just [i]look[/i] like a rabbit, but you're really just a [i]murderer[/i]...”

The way her voice eerily pitched down and distorted towards the end really unnerved him, but he still couldn't move. And words to excuse his actions weren't forthcoming, or even believable. He struggled  in the face of Trixie's accusation, but... suddenly there was another voice jumping in.

“Now, now, it's not Jake's fault he's such a skilled killer, that's just how us prey are,” Sebastian spoke, leaning against nothing, with a sword sticking through his chest and looking quite 'dead' despite his animated body. “What do you think these legs are for, huh?,” he raised a broken-femured limb and shook it around grossly, “Kick to kill, that's [i]my[/i] motto. Right, Jake?”

Jake instinctively shook his head, crying, “[i]No! I'd—I'd never do that to anyone I--[/i]”

Before he could utter another word, a third voice chimed in, recognizable save for the cruel words it uttered.

“Besides, it's not like Jake killed [i]me[/i],” came Cyber's voice, seeming to defend him for just a moment, but though he appeared initially as he'd started in the VR world, his appearance began to degrade gradually, showing all of the ways in which his clothes had been damaged and his body ravaged, all the while he carried on, “He left [i]that[/i] part to that psycho fox. But I bet Jake's just as twisted. Just look at how he tried to steal votes to keep himself and Daniel alive. Could you [i]be[/i] anymore selfish. Ah... but, I guess it was fate. See guys, Jake's just stronger than us. That's why he hasn't used it yet. He doesn't [i]actually[/i] care about who he revives, see? He's just trying to think of which one of us he'll get the most [i]use[/i] out of. [i]Right[/i], Jake?”

Jake frantically shook his head, but it didn't seem to matter. It was... like he was on trial and being forced to hear the accusations of his crimes.

“Well... who knows for [i]sure[/i], right?” Trixie resumed, looking seductive and biting her lip as she eyed Jake, “But I do have to agree... He really [i]is[/i] so much stronger. Just look at his body count so far. Cyber. Sebastian, Daniel, Petal... oh... And Trixie. Pending of course.” A little girlish giggle then. “It's okay, Jake, we all understand [i]why you did it...[/i]”

Under such intense scrutiny, Jake couldn't help but wilt sadly, he'd run out of viable excuses, but the accusations kept coming. He was... just their punching bag. But then, maybe he deserved it. After all--

“Yeah, well [i]I[/i] don't understand,” came a new voice, one Jake [i]didn't[/i] recognize simply for the fact she'd spoken so little. Josephine stood with a little haughty cock to her hips, a scowl.... blood-shot bulging eyes, a destroyed pussy and body, and of course... the tightened rope around her neck, crushing in so deep, in was a miracle she could speak to accuse him at all. But accuse, she did. “What the [i]HELL[/i], you selfish little turd! Going around talking about stupid plans, like you even have a [i]hope[/i], and all you get for it is [i]MORE[/i] death. God! How stupid [i]are[/i] you?! There's cameras [i]EVERYWHERE[/i]. Of [i]course[/i] they heard you! And now, because of you [i]I'm[/i] dead! What did [i]I[/i] ever do to you? I don't even [i]know[/i] you. But I can already tell, you're a filthy, selfish little pervert! I hope you had [i]fun[/i] getting little your dick wet at [i]my[/i] expense.”

If Jake had had a body for tears, he would've been wet with them by the time her tirade was over. Her words stung every bit as much as they rang true. It was almost like his own thoughts being thrown back at him. But.. they were right. He'd killed them all, and he was just going to keep on killing, and killing and killing, until it was finally [i]his[/i] turn to die horribly...

“Come on now, guys, let's give the boy a [i]little[/i] credit,” came a new girly voice, from a familiar face.

Cyber's transformation had completed, and he also looked very dead, with his innards hanging out, and cover in blood and semen. The now entirely feminine wolf, had once again started with what seemed like a defense, but... it quickly devolved into more hate.

“I mean, hey, he got Pity to fuck a little boy! [i]And[/i] it made him hard, how creepy is [i]that[/i]?! Heehee! We got ourselves a major, perverted pred alert over here! Woot-woot!”

The wolf was no longer himself, just some twisted abomination and he didn't know how to see him anymore. As a brave canine, or a brutalized bitch. But thankfully the world began to shift and darken, the great crystal in the sky receding into the stratosphere as Trixie piped in again.

“Oh my—it looks like the hunt's about to start. Mmmm, I hope he catches [i]me[/i] first,” she cooed like she was talking about sex.

Then she and the others ran off into the distance, Cyber all bouncing bubbly like Connie, Trixie eyeing Jake and blowing a kiss, while Josephine scoffed and rolled her eyes and Sebastian unsheathed his chest sword to holler, “Into battle men! To loooose!”

As they drew further away the world darkened rapidly and suddenly—[i]whoosh[/i]! He was surrounded by massive trees, in a deep, dark forest. He spun around wildly for a moment before tripping on a tree-root and realizing he had a body again. His hands quickly padded up and down his entire frame, just to be sure it was there and real, before scrambling back to his feet to reorient and find his lost friends. They'd taken off into this massive place acting crazy, and he desperately had to find them.

Not just because he was alone and afraid himself, in a big, scary, dark forest, but because they were important to him and he was worried. But when he started running in the direct he thought for sure they had gone, all he found was more trees. More and more. And the canopy grew thicker, making things darker until it suddenly felt like night had fallen. With the darkness, everything quickly became a lot scarier. Trees looked like lost souls crying out in agony, their branches like nooses from which indeterminate formation dangled.

He could hear crows, but he couldn't see them, making him fear what else might be waiting in the dark. But like ambient noise in a horror movie, no matter how many twigs snapped, or how many guttural growls came out of his hidden surroundings, nothing ever materialized. Not at least, until he stumbled across his first friend. It was... Sebastian. As Jake entered the clearing he stood in, the kangaroo raised his 'chest sword' defensively, looking like he'd already been in a substantial battle. One he was losing very badly. He looked Jake square in the eyes then, a distressed, fearful look on his face.

“S-stay back, dammit! I'm—I'm warning you, I—I'll—“ Before the boy could finish, much less raise his weapon to strike, Jake rushed it frantically to hug him in desperation.

“S-Sebastian, I missed you!” Jake cried, fresh tears in his eyes, but the second his arms wrapped around the 'roo, his body went rigid.

He tried to squeeze him harder, to break through whatever rigid shell he's formed against his affection, but then—[i]CRACK[/i]! Jake jumped and started to let go, but Sebastian had suddenly broken it half at the waist, and he was struggling just to keep the boy, who'd turned a dull grey colour, like stone, from toppling over. Unfortunately, the incredible weight brought him down anyway, and what remained of the scared kangaroo shattered into rocky pieces, no long distinguishable as a living thing. Just... chunks of a broken statue.

Jake was a wreck, scrambling to pick up and put the pieces back together, but it didn't help. Every piece he touched, just further crumbled away to a fine sand. Seeing his friend blow away in a sudden gust of wind was more than he could take, and Jake turned away sharply, stumbling into a new area that wasn't as dark. He could barely make out details in the distance, but he felt renewed, like he'd just found someone, and he was about to find someone else. He continued on until he spotted the familiar stripe of a skunk's tail twitching as she sat near a stream, seeming to fish for food with a crude rod.

As he stumbled out of the foliage, Josephine turned slightly, to ever so casually glance back at him, scoffing to herself.

“Found me, huh? Took you long enough,” she huffed with annoyance, “Just make it quick this time, alright?”

The tears were still there, but despite Fifi's attitude, at least she didn't immediately seem afraid of him, so he ran sobbing into her arms, still desperate for that physical touch. For some kind of affection, even if it was from someone who hated him. But... once again, as soon as his arms embraced her, Fifi clicked her tongue in irritation, and went rigid. Another cruel, stone statue. Unyielding and unforgiving. He tried to let her go gently this time, so she wouldn't break, but.. She started to crack anyway, and before his paws could reach her, she too turned to sand, pouring through his fingers.

He started to hyperventilate then. No.. no... Affection. He needed affection. Someone to care about him. He... He needed...

“Hey..! Stop that, what're you doing--! AAARUGH!”

Jake jerked upright sharply, his nose twitching as the smell of blood reached it. That voice... it might've been higher pitched but... it sounded like Cyber. Panic gripped his heart as he lurched to his feet and bolted. And once again the world shifted, as if to aid him in reaching his destination faster, until, suddenly...

Another clearing... But this one was different. Aside from where he'd entered, it was entirely surrounded by impassible, thorny bramble, and in the middle, a lone, singular wooden bathtub. As Jake entered, the thorns creaked and crawled to fill the entrance, boxing him in. And there, knelt over the bathtub, was a naked Trixie, seeming to work at... taking [i]something[/i] apart in the tub. Nervous, Jake slowly approached.

“T-T-Trixie...? W-what're you doing?” he asked uncomfortably. He really just wanted a hug, but... something about her was making it really hard to get close to her, as much as he wanted to.

The fox immediately stopped what she was doing, but took a moment to turn around, and when she did, there was manic expression on her face, similar to the one she wore just before she was taken away, and had been giving her good-byes. She looked to him with a wild, sad expression. Then a dark, ominous scowl, which completely melted away into a bright, cheery vixen.

“Oh...! Jake! You made it! You finally made it! Oh gosh, I've been waiting forever!” she chirped happily, looking so relieved that it almost made him drop his guard and take a few more steps toward her, but then he saw the blood...

On her body. On her arms, even her muzzle was dripping wet with it, and that wild look was there in her eyes again as she watched [i]his[/i] eyes look her up and down and then drift to the bathwater and its soapy suds. [i]It was all red[/i]. She looked back at him and smiled cheekily.

“Hah.. I'm sorry, honey, I just couldn't wait. You were taking so long, so...” Trixie fished a paw into the bloody water for a few moments and then... [i]SPLASH[/i]! Out of the water came Cyber's [i]severed head[/i]! Still smiling like a ditzy, air-headed Connie, the wolf was clearly already dead. And at Trixie's hand. The disconnect was such that it made the buck dizzy and light-headed. He stumbled back a step in shock and horror as the girl continued to smile unphased, wiggling Cyber's head in a way that made his mouth flop open and closed.

“Hehe! Sorry, Jake, we got bored, so we tussled and I lost! Oopsidaisie, I really am such a weak little puppy, aren't I? Even Trixie was too much for me! Harharhar!” The vixen put on a cheesy voice the whole time, before suddenly standing up to chuck Cyber's head away like useless trash. Jake's eyes followed in wide-eyed horror as the head rolled and the girl turned around fully to face him, looking for all the world like she was about to disassemble [i]him[/i] next, but the words continuing to fly out of her mouth were a sharp contrast to the predatory approach.

“Isn't it [i]great[/i], Jake?! Now it's just [i]you and me[/i], together [i]forever[/i]! I can be [i]your[/i] prey! You're [i]only[/i] prey. Just me... That's just how it's [i]meant[/i] to be, you know. It's [i]fate[/i]. I never got to tell you, by the way. About the Rabbit Queen. And why I was afraid of rabbits. You see she's--%$#$^#%^#%--and that means--$*&^*%^#^&$%, and so [i]you're[/i] the Rabbit Queen, Jake! It's you, don't you see?!”

“W-w-what?! I—I don't understand! What're you [i]talking[/i] about?!” Jake cried, holding his ears against the unbearable, screeching static that had seemingly drowned out whatever revelation she was trying to share. But he heard those last words quite clearly, and he barked back almost instinctively, “No—No! I'm not a girl! I-I'm not a Queen of [i]anything[/i], why would you say that?!”

A sudden tremor shook the earth around them, once, then twice, then again, and again. Almost like something giant was approaching, and Trixie lit up with a twisted gleam in her eyes as she practically squee'd, “Ooooooh, the Rabbit Queen is coming, the Rabbit Queen is coming! Oooh! Please accept me Rabbit Queen! I'm a [i]filthy[/i] predator, give me what I deserve!”

“T-Trixie, stop it!” Jake sobbed, trying to grab the girl as she turned her back to him, but another tremor nearby, followed by the creaking and snapping of massive, tall trees drew Jake's attention skyward in utter horror.

Looming above them was a massive rabbit, dressed in regal affair with her face hidden behind a ballroom mask. She was absolutely colossal, with Jake and Trixie mere ants in her presence as she raised an arm to wave a paper fan. With all the snootiness one would expect from a spoiled, power-hungry queen, she called out in a booming voice that made the buck cry out and clasp in ears in pain, “WHERE IS MY [i]FOOL[/i]...!”

There a was stunned silence after, Jake's head ringing from the assault, but then Trixie turned around excitedly and grabbed him with both paws, “That's you, that's you! Go on, Jake! You're waiting!”

“W—what—” was all he could utter in confusion as the vixen abruptly pushed him backwards with a cruel grin.

“[i]Accept your fate, Jake[/i],” she spoke in a twisted, warped tone, disappearing as his vision raced toward the sky.

And then suddenly Jake was looking down, miles above the forest, trees all around below him, and... He raise an arm to see a massive paper fan, connected to his massive arm and body. Just like that, Jake found himself unceremoniously thrown into the Rabbit Queen's role, towering over a sea of wooden 'subjects', and right in front of him, still on the ground, bouncing and waving her arms, was Trixie, with a big beaming smile on her face.

“You did it, Jake! You did it!” she called out in such a tiny voice, “[i]You're[/i] the predator now! It's you! Oooh! I'm ready! Do what you have to do! Show me what it means to be your prey!”

Jake's body was suddenly moving on it's own, and as if seeing himself from this angle wasn't bad enough, dream-reality was cruel enough to force a perspective shift, putting him back on the ground behind Trixie so he could see the Rabbit Queen in full again. The mask was gone now, and so naturally,  what was revealed was [i]his[/i] face. Gussied up like a Queen, but every bit his own dour expression looking down at him, as his titan-sized counterpart reached with a mighty paw, intent on scooping the vixen up.

“No... NO! Stop... STOP!” Jake cried, trying to move forward to grab Trixie, or push her out of the way or... heck, even let the his own cruel caricature grab him instead, but... the air had become as thick as molasses. He could barely move, or rather, it was like... ultra-slow-motion. He was moving, but not fast enough. And the hand moved normally. It would be on her at any moment, but no matter how he struggled he couldn't get any closer.

Just then, Trixie turned back slightly, still facing away with arms spread wide in acceptance of her face, but clearly addressing him one final time, as he cried and begged for her to come to him, “It's okay, Jake. I'm not afraid anymore, see? I've accepted my role. It was always meant to be me, see. I'm the [i]popular one[/i].”

She turned to face him all the way then, with a beautiful, sad smile and tears in her eyes. And then the hand came down around her and she disappeared amongst the fluffy white fur of Titan Jake's fingers. Only once she was out of reach, was Jake able to move normally again. Too late to save her. To save anyone. All he could do was watch in dismay and horror as she was lifted miles into the air, poised over Queen Jake's mouth and summarily dumped inside. From his position, he could barely see, but...  his subconscious shifted his perspective once more, forcing him to watch a small Trixie tumble into his mouth, which proceeded to chomp down with a will of its own.

He hated just how complex the texture of a small body was as it broke up into gory pieces in his mouth. It felt... too real. Sickeningly real. It was too much to hope he'd be free of this nightmare once he swallowed though, because no sooner had her remains gone down his throat, Jake was back on the ground again, looking up as a hungry looking him stared down and reached for [i]him[/i] with massive digits. The instinct to run kicked in, but his feet wouldn't move. When he looked down, the culprits all glared up at him menacingly. Sebastian, Josephine, Cyber, Trixie.

They were all there, protruding from the ground like literal corpses, or maybe zombies. And they held him in place, leaving him no other recourse but to scream as the paw came down and snatched him up. Just like Trixie, he was lifted insanely high into the air, triggering all kinds of vertigo as he was suspended over his own massive, gaping maw, complete with every little detail he knew by heart. He hung there for a moment, as if milking the horrific tension, but then, suddenly, he was let go and he felt himself in free-fall for just a second before another nauseating perspective change was immediately met with a sharp, agonizing blow to the back of his head.

A massive titan of a Queen Rabbit Jake, was unceremoniously thrown to the ground, formerly a forest of trees, now just a carpet, as the entire environment changed in the blink of an eye. Jake jerked to life and clutched the back of his head, but a hand quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted him around to face his aggressor. And he screamed, only for a fist to upper-cut him and slam his jaws shut with force.

“Well, well, well, well, well-well-well, what have we here, a little bitch slut thinks it's gonna predator and survive, does it...? Sounds like you need a lesson in what it really means to be a '[i]QUEEN'[/i]”, a dream-version of Mickey snarled in Jake's face, pinning the boy down with a demonic grin reflective of the monster he'd shown everyone he could be. “You'll learn your place right quick, just like Cyber did.. And yeah.. that final scene was such an obvious fake to make you little shits all think you could survive. Hah! I mean... I knew it was clever as shit but... I didn't think a dumb-ass little bunny like you would take it so far with those flapping lips of yours, to get the skunk bitch offed like that. Goddamn, you really [i]are[/i] a scumbag piece of shit. Hope you enjoyed making use of that pathetic excuse for a dick while you could, 'cause now... it's time for you to become bitch number two, hahahaha...”

Too stunned to move, Jake could only look on in horror as the fox wielded the weapon that had ultimately sissified Cyber, and lead to his gruesome death, but as it came down toward him, he could only squirm helplessly as it stabbed him in his abdomen.

“Nooo! No! Don't—don't make me a girl, I'm—I'm not a Queen, I'm not, please!” he wept in vain as the deed was done.

Unlike with Cyber though, his subconscious fears took the terror just one giant step further. A step too far. Everything up until now had been too nonsensical and disorienting to properly process, but when Mickey grinned darkly and snarled with a hungry look, Jake's greatest fear quickly took hold.

“Actually... Y'know, this shit takes way too long,” he growled, licking starved lips, “What if I just speed up the process and [i]bite them off[/i], mm? I could do with a 'light' snack.” He cackled maniacally, then immediately twisted around to pin Jake's legs and spread them open.

Was he naked? No... He was still in a dress, but it wasn't fancy or queenly. Rather... it was quantifiably slutty. Something one might've seen Connie where even, but whatever the case, he had nothing on underneath, leaving his little white-furred loins exposed and vulnerable. A light snack indeed. When dream Mickey leaned down to wrap his pointy teeth around  Jake's delicate sheath and sack, he only need to use his front teeth to do the deed. He bit into the soft flesh without so much as a pause to consider the taste, fangs drawing blood—and shrill agonized screams-- from the rabbit almost immediately.

The pain quickly escalated and became too real again, his loins stretched to their limit, testes screaming agony and flesh splitting and separating bit by bit as the snarling predator adjust his jaws on his prize several times, absolutely mangling his precious privates in the effort to rip them away. Blood splattered everywhere as Jake kicked and screamed, flailing beneath the vicious beast as he was being eaten alive, but then. The mistake. Mickey caught a teste between his teeth and—[i]pop![/i]--the level of pain Jake's brain had instinctively associated with a crushed testicle was simply too great a pain to be ignored, even in a dream.

The shrill, gut-wretching scream that tore up his dream throat, felt very real to him in this space, but it also started to become very real in a literal sense as well. With an experience that excruciating, Jake could no longer accept it as real, and the mantra began.

“[i]It's not real. It's not real. It''s not real! IT'S NOT REAL!![/i]” Jake screamed with increasing volume as his loins were devoured, and then the blood-drenched fox's muzzle found the second teste, still barely hanging in and screaming for mercy; wedged between the monster's teeth like a grape and—[i]pop![/i] Once again. If the first time hadn't been excruciating enough, the second was finally enough to wake the poor writhing rabbit.