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Sweet Dreams	By : Bad_Dog_Tricks Category: +S through Z > Wreck-It Ralph Views: 6360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sweet Dreams
- 1
Ralph rearranged himself in bed for the umpteenth time, unable to get comfortable. He sighed, staring at the ceiling. After so many years of living outside in a dump full of bricks, his plush new bed in his snug new house felt foreign. He hadn't been sleeping well, and his dreams had apparently been stranger than usual. He often woke up sweating, heart pounding, breathing heavy – but with no memory of the dream that had put him in such a state. But he needed to get used to his new place … so he laid there, counting ceiling tiles over and over, boring his brain until it gave up and let him get back to sleep. His eyes drooped shut as he drifted off-
-And woke back up what felt like seconds later. This didn't feel like his normal insomnia – had something woken him? Confused, he sat up and looked around. There was a tapping sound at his window, and as he stepped out of bed to see what it was, it changed to a thud, like a baseball hitting the wall of his house. Warily, Ralph circled around his bed, approaching the wall where the noise was coming from. As he got closer, the thudding escalated to pounding, and the house started to shake. Cracks appeared in the wall, and Ralph backed away, raising his fists. The pounding got louder and louder, as if someone was throwing their entire weight against the house, over and over. Bricks fell, and with a final crash, the entire wall of his house came down, puffing out a huge cloud of thick dust.
Ralph coughed, waving his hands to disperse the choking airborne grit, peering through the cloud at the figure just outside. He recoiled in horror as he recognized the shape – it was King Candy's cybug-infected form! What was he doing here? Ralph had watched him fly into the beacon – he was dead, unplugged, gone forever! A sinister laugh boomed through the settling dust, and a huge angular red hand snaked into the room, grabbing at him. Ralph tried to dodge, but the room was too small – the hand grasped him tightly around the middle and in an instant he was pulled from his house. His head swam with vertigo as he was dangled above the creature, who was still laughing maniacally. He was pulled down face-to-face, staring into its twisted visage.
“Hello, Ralph!” it said in a sick parody of the King's usual happy-go-lucky tone, hinged jaw flopping. Ralph noticed the jaw moved entirely out of sync with the words; even creepier, its thick striped tongue lolled sideways out of one corner, the tip questing like a curious snake. “Miss me?”
“You – you're dead!” Ralph yelled, taking a swing at its head. His fist went wide as the creature's head bobbed disjointedly on its too-long neck like a balloon on a string, avoiding his punch easily. More laughter burst from its mouth, and he watched helplessly as its other hand came up and wrapped around his bicep, spreading his arms out and effectively rendering him helpless.
“Am I?” the King asked, pulling its face into a tooth-baring grimace, a mockery of a smile. Ralph realized that this had to be a dream – King Candy was gone, Sugar Rush had been fine for months, Calhoun had assured him the Cy-Bugs remained contained in Hero's Duty – it couldn't be real!

“This isn't real! You're just a dream!” Ralph shouted at the King, struggling in its clasp.

“Does this FEEL like a dream, Ralph?” the King asked, its hands tightening on Ralph's arms painfully.

Ralph closed his eyes in panic. Wake up, wake up, wake up! he thought wildly, exerting all his mental powers to escape the nightmare unfolding in front of him.
He cracked one eye open to see the King's face slowly twisting around at a bizarre and unnatural angle. His eyes flew open in fear as he realized the King's mouth was closed, but the laughter continued – in his head! Glancing around wildly, he realized the scenery had changed. They were no longer next to his demolished house, but on the mentos-covered top of Diet Cola mountain. The sky was an unnatural starless black, and none of the rest of the candy Kingdom could be seen. Ralph knew it had to be a dream. He just had to wake up!
“You can't escape, you know,” the King whispered in his head. Hearing the hated voice inside his skull both infuriated and sickened him.

“Get out of my head! Put me down!” Ralph demanded. A high-pitched giggle echoed in response, and then the whisper rose to a low murmur.

“You know, Ralph, I always thought you were an interesting character. My original racing game had lots of other racers, and they and I got along just fine. We were all adults, you understand – brothers-in-arms, if you will. No matter who won, we all celebrated at the end of a busy day. We were all very close, you see.” A salacious grin split the creature's face and its tongue slid out further. “We didn't go to Tapper's like everyone else; we stayed in. There were always ways to entertain each other...and more than enough of us willing to go 'round.”
“Stop! I don't want to hear this - “ Ralph tried to interrupt, grimacing. He didn't need to hear dirty stories about Turbo's relations with his other in-game characters! The King's tongue shot out and whipped around his head, covering his mouth. Ralph winced in disgust – it was warm, slippery, and strong, forcing his mouth closed and his jaw shut – a very effective gag. It didn't affect the King's little monologue in the least; the voice continued on inexorably.
“When that other racing game started getting more popular, we all got scared. I was the only one brave enough to do something about it! I thought if I could make them glitch, I could get their game gone forever – but all it did was get my fellow racers unplugged and isolate me in Game Central Station. When Sugar Rush showed up, I saw my chance, and I jumped for it. I made myself a cozy little nest, but in my desperation, I neglected to think about my … baser needs.”

Ralph quit struggling, listening to the King's bizarre tale. He did not like where this was going...
“I was alone, day in and day out, with no … outlet, shall we say. The only other human characters in the game were children – and I may be a monster to you, but I don't swing that way.”

Ralph let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Dream or no dream, there was no way he was going to sit through that.

The King paused, then continued.
“Going to Game Central Station was out of the question, since I had to modify the code to insert myself. I was terrified that the game would see me as a glitch and not let me out – or worse, back in.” He sighed, his face pulling into a frown.
“And then one day, you showed up. Finally, another adult character, refreshingly sugar-free! I was definitely not going to let you go, oh no. You and I were going to get to know each other … very intimately. Whether that was in the Fungeon or in-game was going to be your choice, you know – I'm not cruel by nature. I could easily have modified the code to have you take Sour Bill's place at my side. You could have had your happy ending, Ralph. You could have been a hero in Sugar Rush, an honored Knight protecting his King.”
“But that's not what you wanted, was it?” The King's murmur deepened to a growl. His lips pulled back from his sharply pointed teeth in a snarl and his tongue retracted, releasing its hold on Ralph's face. “You wanted to help that glitch, at the cost of an entire game, and a whole Kingdom of characters!”
“You know that's not what would've happened!” Ralph snapped back, angry now. “You knew Vanellope was a real character – a real part of the game! You were the one who made her a glitch – you just wanted the kingdom to yourself!”

“Not just to myself,” the King said, longing clear in his tone. “I would have shared it with you, Ralph.”

“I don't want a stolen kingdom, Candy! And you could never have gotten me to stay!”

The King's snarl drooped, then slowly morphed to a grin.

“Wanna bet?”
“What d'you mean?” Ralph said warily, taken aback at the abrupt change in conversation.

“You've never done anything with another character, have you?”

“N-no,” Ralph stammered. “But I certainly wouldn't want to start with you!”

“How do you know? Let me show you what you've been missing,” the King said silkily. He loosened his hold on Ralph's arms to a pressure that was still tight, but no longer painful.

“I, um … wait, no - “ Ralph started to say. The King cut him off.

“But Ralph, I'm just a dream, right?” he asked, leering. “It's just like any dream – you can't force it to stop, or make it go where you want. You have to let it take its course. Why don't you just relax and let me take care of you? I mean, if I'm just a dream, what kind of damage could I possibly do?”
Ralph blanched. He was being propositioned by the apparition of his worst enemy! But he knew this was all a dream, it just had to be. There was no other explanation for the scenery change, or the bizarre story the King had told, or the abrupt switch in direction from threatening to seductive. But why had his subconscious cooked up this strange scenario? It didn't matter, Ralph supposed. There really was nothing for it, no reason to struggle – it was all a dream anyhow. He might as well just relax. At least if he was dreaming, he was actually sleeping; no matter how strange it got, it was better than staring at ceiling tiles, right? He sighed.
“I don't know, Candy. What do you want to show me?” he asked warily.

“Just a few things, some things that feel good,” the King replied, brightening. “But you've got far too many clothes on.”

“Wait, w-what?” Ralph protested, and suddenly his shirt and overalls were just gone. He dangled from the King's hold on his arms, naked. Automatically he tried to cover himself with his hands, but the King was too strong, so he simply crossed his legs.

“Hey, I didn't say - “

“You don't have to say anything, Ralph. Just relax; I'll do all the work.”
The King shifted into a reclining position, his middle legs holding him up. His rear legs reached up, grabbing Ralph by the ankles, as he flipped him over in midair.
Facing away from the King, belly-down and spread-eagle, unable to see what was going on behind him, Ralph began to panic. Struggling fruitlessly against the grip on his arms and ankles, he felt something warm and wet tap gently at his inner thigh. It stole up the inside of his leg to the juncture of his thigh and cheek, paused, then dove between the cheeks of his ass and started lapping at his hole.
Mouth open to scream, Ralph just gasped in surprise. Of all the things he could have thought of, he was entirely unprepared for a tongue-bath of his most private areas – or how good it felt. The warm, thick appendage made slow circuits and figure-eights, taking its time, devouring him at leisure. He relaxed, bit by bit, almost against his will, as the tongue slithered against him.
“Feels nice, doesn't it?” the King's voice whispered, still in his head. “I can feel you relaxing. You must like it, you're not fighting me any more.”
It was true – Ralph hung limply in the King's grip. The tongue sped up, working its way around the twitching rim of his sphincter in pulsing waves. His head swam. It didn't hurt at all! The sensation made his mind go blank, unable to think of anything but how amazing it felt being licked so skillfully and enthusiastically.
Ralph moaned aloud as the tongue started to probe gently at him, slipping inside just a little as he slowly stretched open to accommodate the swirling pressure. Twisting around inside him slickly, the creature's tongue pulsed and curled, sending shudders of pleasure through him each time it moved.
“Mmm,” the King's voice murmured approvingly in his head. “Listening to you moan like that, I can't help getting hard. You sound like you're really enjoying yourself. Do you like it?”
“Y-yes,” Ralph panted, squirming back against the slippery intruder.
“I knew you would like it. You look so hot, spread open like this! I can feel you letting me in. Just relax and open up for me.”
Ralph could do nothing but comply, eyes squeezing shut as the King's tongue penetrated him fully, slipping around inside of him. Shouldn't he be hating this? Why did it have to feel so good?
“Oh god,” Ralph ground out, biting his lip to stifle another loud moan.
“You can't do that to me, Ralph,” the King's voice gently admonished. “I can't listen to you without getting all worked up. You're making it really difficult to stay on task, making me hard like this.”
“W-would that really be so bad?” Ralph asked, the question tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Well...” the voice drawled, “I didn't want this to be about me. But then you went and made those delicious noises, and now...well, I guess you can see what you've done to me.”
Ralph opened his eyes. Where were the King's parts, anyway?
His question was quickly answered as the long wispy split tails at the end of the creature's torso flicked softly across his face, calling his attention to the thick, dripping shaft protruding between them. The King shifted his grip, lowering him and releasing his arms; Ralph's chest slid down the smooth scales of the King's thorax, and he gripped its sides, staring hard at the swollen purple appendage that was suddenly a lot closer than he was really ready for.
He only had his own to compare to, but the King's cock looked so alien, so strange – it was all smooth curves, starting at a fat base planted between the waving tails and tapering to a blunt tip, with no thick head like his had. But it was clearly a cock, and it was clearly very aroused. As he watched, it twitched, spurting out a little more of the pinkish fluid coating it. When it twitched, so did the tongue still firmly buried in his ass, sending electric currents of pleasure pulsing through Ralph's groin. A hand slipped up the back of his neck, fingers threading though his hair, then gripped the back of his head so firmly it was almost painful.
“Don't just look at it,” the voice said in a dangerous growl. The hand shoved his head forward, and Ralph flinched in panic as the creature's thick length slapped his cheek with a wet pap, leaving a smear of sticky juice. He was NOT ready for this, not at all -

“Suck it,” the King ordered, all subtlety abandoned, his voice gone raw with need, grip tightening.

Ralph opened his mouth to protest, and the King thrust his cock straight in, forcing Ralph's head down on him.

“Yessss...” the voice in Ralph's head hissed in pleasure. “That's right, good boy. Open up that big mouth of yours and let me feel your tongue...”
The fat member stretched his mouth wide as Ralph tried desperately not to gag. The fluid coating was viscous, and oddly sweet. He wrapped both hands around the base of the creature's cock, trying to minimize the amount invading his throat. He worked his tongue against it, swallowing convulsively.

“Fuck yes,” groaned the King, his prick swelling, filling Ralph's mouth. “Your mouth feels so good! I knew you'd be a quick learner. Use your tongue, just like that -” The pressure on the back of his head relaxed, and Ralph backed off a bit, licking any part of the swollen purple thing be could reach. His hands were slick with the syrupy coating, and he gripped the base firmly, stroking upward the way he liked when he brought himself off. It thickened in response, and the King's voice sounded in his head, stumbling a little as his strange cock got harder.

“U-use your lips, boy! I told you to suck it!”
Ralph closed his eyes and pretended he was drinking root beer through a straw at Tapper's. The King grunted in pleasure as Ralph's mouth slipped down over him. The sloppy noises he made embarrassed him, but he seemed to be doing it right – he was rewarded with a spurt of sweet fluid and a slow, rolling pulse of the tongue deep inside him. His hole convulsed, and he was suddenly very aware of how incredibly hard he was. The King seemed to have noticed as well; a hand slipped underneath him and stroked him firmly, making him hum in surprise around the shaft in his mouth.
“My, aren't you excited,” the King laughed. “Ready for something new?”

Ralph nodded, unsure but willing. The tongue filling him slowly retracted; it seemed to take forever. His well-slicked hole felt empty after being so expertly filled, and he whimpered a bit at how strange it all was. He was gently lifted and placed on the ground. He struggled to his hands and knees as the creature flipped itself nimbly over, moving with a speed that belied its size. It positioned itself over him, its dripping alien appendage sliding enticingly along his ass. The King's head bobbed down on its springy neck to whisper in his ear.
“Do you want this?” it asked, its tone darkly seductive.

“I – I don't know,” Ralph replied honestly. This was like no dream he could ever remember having. Everything felt so real, so good – it scared him. But nothing had really hurt him yet, and though it was new, it was undeniably arousing … so how could he say no to more?

“I want this. I want you, Ralph. I want to hold you down and split you open with my cock, fill you up until you can't take it any more and you can't stop yourself from coming. And I'm going to do it, too. Right now,” it said, nudging the slender tip of its massive cock up against Ralph's hypersensitive hole.
Ralph tensed as he felt the blunt end of the creature's thick length tease him, then relaxed. If it was a dream, it couldn't hurt him. He might as well enjoy the ride, right?

He took a deep breath and shifted backwards, slowly penetrating himself on the King's fat shaft. Wriggling his hips, he worked himself onto it, taking it gradually deeper and deeper until he felt stretched to the limit. His ass was so full, but it felt fantastic – how could a dream feel so good?
The King gave a howl of delight as its shaft was fully buried in Ralph's unresisting hole, then began unreservedly slamming into him, holding him tightly around the hips as its lower body bucked against him. Ralph's chest hit the floor as his arms gave out. Unable to move, he laid there, ass in the air, as the creature pounded into him. He could feel every throb and pulse of that strange cock inside him, and even though it probably should have hurt, it didn't – and he was hard as stone himself.
“Yesss, oh yes, I can feel how much your body likes this,” the King muttered in his ear, triumphant. “Your ass is pulling me in, twitching around me...I can't hold out, I'm going to flood you with my cum, you naughty little thing. I'm gonna fill you up!”

Ralph simply braced himself. Every time the King thrust inside of him, it hit a certain spot, and if he just kept going...there was no way he wasn't going to come, too.
The King slipped a hand back between Ralph's legs, grasping at his stiff prick. Ralph gasped, and the King began to stroke him hard, grinding out words through gritted teeth.

“God, you look so hot, on your belly with your ass in the air like that...I don't ever want to stop fucking you! Your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock, I can tell you love it. You're ready to pop, and I've barely touched your cock! You're just a slut, aren't you? Say it!”

“I'm – I'm just – oh fuck -”

“Say it!” the voice thundered in his ear, as the apparition fucked him even faster.

“I'm a slut, I'm just a slut! Oh, god...” Ralph shouted, ready to say anything to keep the creature's stroking hand on his cock.
He was seconds away from blowing his load when the King roared and slammed into him one last time, shooting off deep inside Ralph's abused ass. The sensation of the liquid heat filling him up inside was more than enough to catapult Ralph over the edge, and he came, spilling his load in thick strands all over the ground. It seemed to go on forever, and the more he was stroked, the harder he came, pumping shot after shot of sperm. He came so hard it hurt. He finally just collapsed to the ground, dimly aware of the creature's softening cock sliding out of his ass.
The King crouched over him, rolling him onto his back with its middle set of legs. His vision blurred and swam as its head dipped in close.
“Poor Ralph,” it said with a twisted grin. “Too bad you never remember your dreams.”
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