"Aren't the villagers nice enough for letting us borrow one of their rooms, Brother?" Dream asked Nightmare, his twin brother. Currently, they were staying in a wooden home, built rather well. It had a cozy appeal, the wood floors and nicely, decorated wooden walls gave a sense of weird nostalgia to both brothers.

Dream drank from the tea they'd provided them. "I suppose... but we're supposed to be guarding Mother." Nightmare muttered with a small grumble. He felt uncomfortable being away from his mother. She'd entrusted them both with protecting her and they were here. "Oh, c'mon, Night! The tree—" Nightmare growled, "Mother." Dream rolled his yellow eyelights. "MOTHER will be fine for the night. Please? I'd hate to turn down their request. Besides, it's not everyday we have a roof over our heads."

Nightmare sighed. He knew that was true. "Fine... but as soon as the sunrises, we leave. It's bad to leave Mother and I don't want her to get hurt or be picked of the hands of any gross villagers." He hated the townsfolk with a malicious intent. Though, that's for later.

Dream's eyes sparkled with happiness and he held back from spilling his tea by hugging Nightmare. "Oh, thank you, Brother! I promise, you won't regret it!" Nightmare sighed gently and couldn't help the embarrassing blush on his face. "Yeah, yeah, it's nothing... I just want to get this day over with. This place makes me uncomfortable and you should feel the same." Dream didn't really feel that way but he knew about his brother's hate for the people and nodded.

"Trust me, Nightmare. These nice people are different, promise! Now c'mon. We should go to the guest room for now. The woman of this household said she'd make us dinner!" He smiled happily, getting up and grabbing Nightmare's hand. He led him to the guest room, seeing the bland yet cozy room calmed Nightmare down a bit.

"This room... I suppose is nice." Nightmare admitted gently, taking off his crown and putting it on the dresser. He also took off his shoes, placing them next to the bed before he curled in on himself on the bed and sighed gently. "The bed is also comfortable." Dream smiled and laughed softly. "See? I knew you'd like it." He sat down next to Nightmare, looking to the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

"Maybe they'd let us take a sort of tarp or covering for Mom back at home." Dream said happily, getting Nightmare's attention. "Really..? But Mother's leaves and roots need to flourish. She needs sunlight. I'd hate to keep that from her." Dream sighed. He really wished that Nightmare could hear himself talk sometimes. "Right." Was all he said before closing his eyes. They both should try and get some sleep.

When they'd awoken a few hours later, dinner was ready. The friendly villagers giving them bowls of food to eat. Dream thanked them happily, "this looks delicious, Ma'am! We can't be more grateful for you to be letting us stay here." She merely nodded, saying that she had to take care of her three grown boys as well which had provided her cooking skills to become better and better. Dream had started digging in without a second thought but Nightmare? He was just staring at his food, a spoon in hand.

She could see his hesitation and asked what was wrong. Nightmare only shook his head, saying he was fine before scooping just a tiny bit into his mouth. He flinched. The taste was indescribable. Chalky? It tasted like a tad bit of soap. It was bitter. What kind of stew was this?

Though, the purple prince stopped himself from spitting it out and continued to eat till it was all gone. He felt sick. Dream smiled happily. "Wasn't it delicious, Nightmare?" He asked, looking to his twin. Nightmare, on the other hand, felt dizzy. His vision was blurred. He looked to Dream with a dazed, drunken gaze and nodded, though... he saw an open pill bottle on the counter behind him and he'd finally put the pieces together.

Though, a loud thud rang throughout the room, along with the scooting of chairs and footsteps. Was Dream going to get him out of there? He knew this was a bad idea. He finally closed his eyes, the feeling of his brother's gloves wrapping around him and picking him up.

He felt himself being placed on the bed. So they hadn't left yet? Why? Why were they still here? He felt those same gloves start to unbutton his purple, tunic, shirt. What was going on? He felt so weak from the drugs. Soon, he felt the shirt be thrown somewhere else, leaving his ribs bare and it made him shiver. "D..dre..eaa..aaam..?" He felt a gloved finger being put over his mouth to quiet him. "Shhh.. it's okay, Brother. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Nightmare could see the fainted outline of three other grown men behind his brother as well. The realization of what was happening finally hit him and soft, quiet tears started stream down his face. "P-plee...ea..as.e." He couldn't get his words out, his voice shaky and laced with fear and anxiety. Dream was his brother! They were always supposed to protect each other. So why wasn't he doing that?

Dream tugged down Nightmare's pants next, making Nightmare let out a weak cry. It wasn't very loud due to how asleep his body felt but he made sure to try and get his fear out. Dream trapped him in a forced kiss, Nightmare trying to separate though Dream had a good grip on his face to keep him there. Was this really happening? It couldn't have been. It was just a bad dream! It had to be..

Nightmare let out a whine as he felt two fingers rubbing roughly against his coccyx and sacrum, two of the most sensitive parts on his body. Nightmare couldn't help but let out shaky moans and strained groans at the feeling of pleasure it brought his body. He was humiliated. His small breasts and tiny cunt summoned almost immediately with the rest of his soft, lilac ecto body. "D..don't.." Nightmare cried gently, hoping to somehow persuade his twin.

His begging was ignored as Dream easily turned him onto his stomach, his wet entrance on display for Dream and who he assumed was the men that dined with them at dinner earlier that night. He felt something hard against his pussy and the only answer for what it was made Nightmare breakdown into harsh cries and tears. His throat tightened and he felt his adrenaline rushing and all of his movement came back to him at once. "STOP IT!" He screamed through his tears, thrashing and moving to try and get away.

Though, his efforts of getting away were in vain when he was shoved down into the mattress by strong hands. Human hands. One shoving his head into the bed, two others stationed to keep his hands from moving. Nightmare felt completely hopeless. Everything about the situation was hopeless.

"Dream... please.. d-don't.." He was begging him. He was so scared of penetration. He was a virgin. The villagers had touched him, sure. But they'd never even thought of doing something like this. But that was the thing. This wasn't a villager. This was his brother. His twin. Someone he considered his protector.

He let out a sharp cry as he felt Dream's push his entire length inside of him carelessly. He didn't even give Nightmare time to adjust, only thrusting his hips roughly into Nightmare's tight entrance, his walls squeezing around his brother's cock. Blood trailed down Nightmare's leg, somewhat being used as a messed up sort of lubrication for the very little lubrication his own body had given him.

There was no pleasure in any of this, only pain. He was in so much pain that his body was trying to black out. The sound of the bed creaking and the groans and moans that would sometimes leave his brother's mouth was the only thing making Nightmare continue to realize this wasn't a dream. This was happening.

The thrusts grew faster in pace before Nightmare cried out at the feeling of his brother's cum entering him. He didn't want to get pregnant. "N-no.. please.." He sniffled, his body overworked with pain and fear at what would happen next. He didn't dare meet his brother's gaze.

Though, he didn't even have time to as he felt his brother re-enter for a second round, and probably many more, again.