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Creek Dreams	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +1 through F > Craig of the Creek Views: 4499 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Craig of the Creek or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Part 3: The Dream of Craig
“What am I doing here?” Craig asked himself.
He was in a house he didn’t recognize. No, not a house—a mansion. It seemed enormous, with rooms in every direction, all done in greens and browns, with splashes of other colors. Craig found himself wandering around, trying to make sense of the house and where he was in it. He was wearing no shoes or socks for some reason, and the elaborate green rug felt as soft as moss beneath his feet.
Craig had never been here before. Yet the place somehow seemed familiar. Especially the long, winding hallway that seemed to connect all of the house’s many rooms. The hallway’s carpeting was a darker shade of green than that in the rooms, but it had a sort of shimmer to it—which, too, seemed oddly familiar.
“Hello, Craig.”
Craig turned around and saw a woman standing in the hallway. She was tall, with dark-brown skin, long braided hair, and a body more voluptuous than that of any woman Craig had ever seen. Her long green dress exhibited a great depth of cleavage between the woman’s substantial breasts and clung revealingly to her broad hips before cascading down to her ankles, revealing her bare feet. Her eyes were a deep brown, but as Craig looked at them, he could see little flashes of blue and green and sun-yellow. The woman appeared young and vivacious, yet something in those mysterious eyes seemed immeasurably old and wise.
“Glad you could make it,” the woman said, as though she knew him. “I’ve been meaning to invite you for a while now.”
“Um, hey,” the boy replied awkwardly. “Do I know you?” Then, looking at his surroundings, he added, “And what is this place?”
“You don’t recognize it? You come here most every day.”
Craig looked around again, and then realization came.
“This is the Creek!” he exclaimed. “This hallway is the actual Creek, the green-and-brown wallpaper is the trees, that gray living room with the coffee table is Elder Rock, that bathroom over there is Ninja Falls…wow, it’s all here!”
“That’s right,” the woman said. “You’re seeing the Creek the way I see it.”
“As a…a home,” Craig said. Then he looked at her as he deduced, “Your home. Right?”
The woman chuckled. “You’re a smart one. Always have been.”
“Always? Have you been…watching me?”
“Ever since the first day you came here.”
“How? How come I’ve never met you?”
“You have—you just didn’t know it at the time.”
Her deep brown eyes looked into his, and in them Craig could now see many things all at once: a frog diving off a log and into the Creek; treetops waving in the wind; water cascading down and splashing off the rocks below.
“I,” the woman said, “am in every tree and every rock in the Creek, and every drop of water that flows from one end to the other. I am the Spirit of the Creek.”
“Whooooaaaaa,” Craig murmured.
“But that’s kind of an awkward name, so you can just call me Tanya.”
“Okay. Well, uh, I’m Craig,” the boy replied. Then, his cheeks reddening, he added, “I guess you knew that already.”
Tanya nodded. “Like I said, I’ve watched you —- and your friends—for a long time. You three don’t just hang out at the Creek; you care about it. You treat it like the special place that it is. Especially you, Craig. And after what y’all did today to clean up the Creek, I thought you deserved a reward.”
“Clean up the Creek?” Craig said. “Well, uh, we were actually just looking for treasure.”
“You know what they say,” Tanya replied. “One man’s treasure is another nature spirit’s trash.”
“Um, do they say that?”
Tanya chuckled. “Why don’t you come on upstairs, and I’ll show you the rest of the place? The way I see it?”
“Sure!”
Normally, Craig would have had serious reservations about going upstairs with a stranger in a strange house. But Tanya didn’t really seem like a stranger anymore, and her house… Craig felt as though he could navigate it blindfolded, using the version of his Creek map that existed in his mind’s eye.
They went up the stairs, whose carpeting resembled tree bark, and the wallpaper shifted from green-and-brown to green-and-blue. And instead of a hallway with many rooms like the first floor had, the second floor was largely open.
These were the treetops, Craig knew. To one side, he saw a little wood-paneled alcove that reminded him of the Timekeeper’s treehouse. In a far corner was a metal sculpture that resembled the top of the Tree of Steel, an amusingly disguised cell tower near the Sewer entrance.
There was only one door here, and Tanya led Craig through it. Beyond was a bedroom with a king size, four-poster bed unlike any Craig had ever seen. The frame looked like live wood that had grown up from the floor. The sheets were forest-green, and folded across the foot of the bed was a blue-green duvet that, like the house, made Craig think of the Creek itself.
“How about we lie down for a while?” Tanya asked.
Craig looked up at her. From his low angle, her face was only just visible past her magnificent chest, like the sun setting behind hilltops.
With a goofy grin, Craig replied, “Um, okay.”
She lay down on the bed and patted the space next to her. Craig walked across the carpet, soft as brown pine needles, and lay down by her. The bed, too, was soft and comfortable, and Craig was sure that if he had been here by himself, he probably would have fallen asleep on it. But the presence of the Spirit of the Creek next to him—her plush body, her inviting eyes, and his own powerful curiosity about what she was going to do next—kept him fully awake and alert.
“Now Craig,” Tanya asked, putting her warm hand on his, “have you ever kissed a girl before?”
“Um, I, uh, I…no.”
“Well, you’re only nine. But I think you’re ready…if you do.”
Craig looked again at the Spirit of the Creek’s face, this time at her plush-looking lips. And suddenly, kissing her seemed like the only thing he wanted to do.
“Uh-huh,” Craig managed.
Tanya tilted her head slightly, and then those lips were pressing gently against his. They were every bit as soft as they looked, and warm, too. At the same time, the smell of her filled his nostrils: a sweet, subtle perfume of pine needles, creek water, earth, wildflowers, and grass.
Her lips separated from his, and she looked at him with those endlessly deep brown eyes and the tiniest smile.
“Woooooooow,” Craig breathed.
“I guess you liked that. How about some more?”
“Uh-huh.”
Tanya kissed him again. This time, her arms went around him and she rolled gently onto her back, putting him on top of her. Her body was the softest, warmest thing Craig had ever been close to.
Now, she put her hands on his face, pushing his head up just enough to look at him.
“I…” Craig stammered, “I know we just met, but…I think…I love you.”
Her smile was sunlight as she stroked his hair and replied, “I know you do, baby. That’s why I love you, too.”
As if by magic, the top half of Tanya’s green dress seemed to melt away. And then Craig realized that he was shirtless, and that his narrow chest was now pressing against this magical woman’s big, bare breasts.
Somehow, it didn’t feel wrong, or even awkward. Lying on her bare chest seemed no different from lying in the grass, or on a warm rock in the sun. It felt perfectly natural. And nice.
“That’s right, baby,” the woman said, stroking Craig’s bare back and, apparently, reading his mind. “This is where you belong.”
She again gently took his face in her hands and kissed him. Then, somehow, she moved him down on her body so that his face was right between her big breasts, and his hips settled between her thighs. Craig felt heat on his groin, which made things start to happen down there. The way his face was pressing against both of her soft breasts only contributed to those events. In fact, now that his face was here, he wanted to do more with it.
“Mmm,” Tanya said, “that feels like a good place for you.” Then, seemingly reading Craig’s mind again, she added, “You just do anything you feel like doing down there.”
Craig kissed one of the Spirit’s breasts, starting at the base of the one on his right and making a trail upward and rightward, following the curve until he found himself at her thick, dark, soft-but-hard nipple. Then, without a thought, he took that nipple in his mouth and began to suck.
“Oh, baby,” the Spirit sighed. “I hope you’re liking this even half as much as I am.”
Craig raised his head for a moment and breathed, “Definitely.”
He didn’t know how long he sucked the Spirit’s breast; in fact, later on, he couldn’t even remember switching from one breast to the other, even though he clearly had at some point. He just sucked and sucked, his mind in a blissful haze of erotic pleasure and love.
Craig only emerged partway from this state when he felt the woman’s hands move down to cup his naked bottom. At which point he realized that the Spirit’s long skirt and whatever she might have been wearing under it had somehow vanished, and this lush-bodied woman now lay fully nude beneath him.
Her whole body was warm, but down between her soft thighs, where Craig’s hips now rested, she felt positively hot. Craig’s cock grew harder than it had ever been in his life.
“You know what to do, sweetie,” the Spirit murmured in that sun-warm tone of hers. “Just push it inside me.”
Craig wasn’t sure that he would have known to do that, but now that Tanya had suggested it, he sure did want to. So, reaching down between them, he grabbed hold of his member, put the end of it against that one hot place that seemed to call to him, and pushed.
The sensation was like nothing Craig had ever experienced. Inside, Tanya was as warm as love, as hot as desire. The feel of her around him was like the most intimate hug, and yet something primal and exciting, too.
“Good boy,” the Spirit murmured in his ear. “You make me so happy. Now, start moving in and out a little.”
Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in. The sensation was exquisite.
“Ohhhh, Spirit of the Creek…” Craig moaned. Then he opened his eyes. “Wait, you’re right, that’s pretty awkward.” Closing his eyes again, he moaned, “Oh, Tanya…” and pushed back into her.
“Oh, yes, that’s it, baby,” Tanya sighed, stroking Craig’s hair. “Keep pushing it in and out, just like that…”
Even if he’d tried, Craig couldn’t have thought of anything at that moment that he’d rather be doing than exactly what Tanya was suggesting. Every push into her hot depths was a gasp-worthy delight, and every pull made him inhale with the anticipation of the next push.
“Mmm, that’s my Craig,” Tanya said, holding him closer and keeping his head tucked between her generous breasts. “You always do me right…”
“Oh, Tanya…” Craig said. “This…feels…amazing…”
“For me too, baby,” Tanya breathed. “Go a little faster now…”
Craig realized that this was exactly what he wanted to do; he just hadn’t thought of it himself yet. So he started pushing in and out of Tanya’s hot depths a little more quickly.
“Oh…wow…” Craig gasped. “This…is…awesome…”
“Oooooh, yes it is,” Tanya moaned, her soft hands roaming Craig’s bare back. “Get in me good and deep, now…yeah, that’s it…”
She was moving with Craig now, her thick thighs coming up to meet his slim hips each time he thrust into her. It made the sensations all the more wonderful to Craig, who buried his face between Tanya’s big breasts and inhaled the sweet smell of her skin with every gasping breath as he fucked the lush-bodied woman. She began moaning nonstop.
“Mmmhhh…ohhhh…baby…you’re doin’ me…so good…”
Craig found himself moving faster and faster, his pleasure rising higher and higher as a result. Tanya’s moans and gasps rose in pitch, and now they were both panting with effort.
“Baby,” Tanya gasped. “I’m…almost…there…”
Craig didn’t know exactly what Tanya meant, but he felt that he, too, was getting close to something—a pleasure even greater than what he was feeling now, one that would satisfy him completely, one that he could reach if he could just squeeze a little more energy out of his body, move just a little faster, pound Tanya’s sex just a little harder.
“Tanya,” he panted, fucking her like mad, “I’m…I’m…gonna…”
“Yes, baby!” Tanya cried out. “Do it! DO IT!”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Craig cried out.
His whole body seizing, Craig thrust his cock as deep into Tanya as he possibly could. He felt something shooting out of his body and into hers, and the sensation made Craig’s climax even more powerful—as did feeling Tanya’s arms and legs tight around him, pressing his whole body against hers as she, too, cried out in ecstasy.
When they were finished, Tanya gently rolled Craig off of her so that he was lying next to him, holding her hand. Even though he was still trying to catch his breath, he felt as though he were in a haze of good feelings: joy, contentment, and love.
“That was wonderful, Craig,” Tanya said. “You make me so happy.”
“That was…amazing,” Craig panted. “What was…it felt like…something…coming out of me…”
She smiled at him. “You won’t actually be able to do that for a couple more years. But this being a dream and all, I thought you might like a little preview.”
“It was…great…”
“Well, then, how about we do this again some time?”
“Deeeeefinitely…” Craig answered, his eyes closing.
As Craig lay there beside Tanya, he felt the surface beneath change. No longer did it feel like Tanya’s soft bed; now it felt more like a rug. The old, purple rug on the floor of the Stump.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Kelsey and JP were lying on the rug, too. They were both asleep, yet somehow, they had smiles on their faces. And Craig felt like there was a smile on his own face, too.
Kelsey rolled over, then slowly opened her eyes. At the same time, Craig heard JP groan; Craig turned and saw the boy open his eyes and raise his head.
“Aw, man, what time is it?” JP asked, yawning.
“Don’t…know…” Kelsey answered. “Eyes…too bleary…to read…phone…”
“Wow,” Craig said, sitting up slowly, “I had the weirdest dream.”
“Me too,” Kelsey replied groggily.
“And me,” JP said. “What was your dream about, Craig?”
All the details of Craig’s dream suddenly came rushing back into his mind. He realized instantly that he didn’t really want to tell Kelsey and JP about them.
“Um, uh…rocks,” Craig replied. “I had a dream about rocks.” He looked at JP and Kelsey. “What about you guys?”
JP suddenly looked bewildered. “I…also had a dream about rocks.”
“You know, so did I,” Kelsey said.
“Huh. Weird,” Craig said awkwardly. “Uh, well, I guess-”
A deep musical note wafted through the air—the Time Keeper’s daily signal that playtime was over and dinner time was nigh. Craig had never been more relieved to hear that sound.
“Time to go home!” he blurted.
They took their chair-elevator up and climbed out of the stump.
“See you guys!” Kelsey said, heading off on the trail toward her house.
“See ya!” JP said, departing in a different direction.
“See you tomorrow!” Craig called after them.
For a moment, he just looked around—at the trees, the rocks, the grass, and the Creek itself.
“See you tomorrow, Tanya,” he murmured.
Then he headed home.
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