Scream Queens: Lesbian Halloween Dreams

By Harmony Fuller

Every night as you drift off to sleep, laying naked in your bed, you die - only to be awakened by the most beautiful dreams....

Follow the rabbit trail through three sexy, short Halloween stories of dreamers caught in wet dreams of their own designs. Each dream is filled with creatures and pleasures, each intent on making their ‘victims’ scream.

Enter into the Asylum - where only physical pleasure can cure the patients from the grasp of the Dreaming Sickness.

Next, visit Lady Eve - a creature of the night that offers eternal pleasure in return for a quick bite.

Finally, enjoy The Greatest Show on earth as one dreamer is turned into a naughty little bunny - complete with puff ball tail and carrot between her thighs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DrunkFlamingoPublishing
• Release date: Jan 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215170083

Harmony Fuller

Writer, gaming enthusiast, foodie, and lover of all things Lesbian, Gender Swap, & Futa are just a few things that describe Harmony Fuller. With a passion for Science Fiction and Fantasy, you are more likely to find her sexy heroines in a dragons lair than a corporate office.She is currently writing part time in Southern California but hopes to one day move back to her farm in the heartlands and write full time.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Night at the Asylum

I don’t remember falling asleep. There was no blissful comfort or the slow ebbing of my consciousness. I do, however, remember waking up.

One moment there was nothing and the next I was wide awake, staring up at a grey, dirt speckled ceiling that I didn’t recognize. I tried to move, but my arms felt glued across my chest. It was a straight jacket. It was tight, confining, and amplified every beat of my heart.

Hey! I called, trying to turn my head. I couldn’t see much, but it didn’t matter. The room appeared empty except for the chair I was strapped to. Hey! Someone help me!

Hello?

I froze, listening as a robotic voice clicked to life from a tiny speaker logged in one high corner of the room. When it didn’t say anything else, I forced my suddenly dry throat to croak out. Hello. Is someone there?

Are you awake, or are you dreaming?

That seemed like a strange question to ask. I was obviously awake. Wasn’t I?

Awake. I answered.

How do you feel? The voice sounded a touch more human now.

Scared. I blurted, not taking a moment to stop and think. It was a bad habit of mine, just vomiting out anything when I was nervous. Let me out of here!

You can leave anytime.

Great. Then I want to go now.

I will send someone.

Thanks. I muttered, feeling a bit more like myself now that there was hope that this weird nightmare, whatever it was, might end. I wanted to ask where I was. How I had gotten here and why, but none of those things seemed important. Getting out was.

Behind me, a lock rattled, and I froze once more.

Creak

The movies get it wrong. The noise of a squeaking door followed by the distinct sound of footsteps isn’t deafening in a quiet room. It’s subtle, almost mesmerizing, as though you were in a dream that you can only hear through the sound of your own frantic heart.

Whoever owned those footsteps came up behind me, and for the first time I noticed I was strapped to the chair by a system of hooks sewed into the jacket. One by one they were released, freeing me from the chair, even though my arms were still tightly held to my body. I leapt up, spinning on my captor.

It was a young woman. Older than eighteen, but it was a tossup if she could legally drink yet. She smiled at me, cocking her head slightly to the side. It caused a cascade of dark, straight hair to fall over her shoulder and trail down her chest. She was nicely proportioned, although a touch short.

May I touch you? She asked. Her voice was soft, but she was definitely not the same person on the other side of the speaker.

Why? I backed up a step.

You said you want released.

A moan drifted through the partially opened door behind her. I couldn’t make out what