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i like dream's minecraft skin. YEAH i'm a dream stan?? more like please dream stand on me with me with those soft flat feets HHAHAah

There is a new and very popular video that Dream released on Youtube a few days ago entitled "Speedrunner VS Elite Hunter: Who Wins?" I will admit it. No, I do not speedrun, and neither am I an elite hunter. I don't play Minecraft that often--the last time I did was about two years ago. I don't even watch or care about Dream, though I do know of him. Now, how exactly I was able to get into Dream's new Youtube video is not important, nor is it important how he met me. The only relevant thing you need to know is that I had one of the most surreal and incredibly confusing experiences I've ever had once his stream ended.

Dream and I were talking via DM about how the stream would go out. His plan was as follows: he speedruns Minecraft to defeat the Ender Dragon while I, the "elite hunter," try to stop him and kill him before he does so. Simple. "But I'm not an elite hunter," I told him. He said it didn't matter because the title is just to "make it more epic." I dismissed that argument. I figured I would just play the game and do as I'm suggested to. Dream insisted that I was going to "get hella clout" from doing the stream and he claimed he would make it easy for me.

So after that our match was set up. Before the recording ran however, he spoke aside to me about a bet. Whoever was the loser had to do whatever the other person wanted. I gave Dream an expression of confusion. I was going to lose. It's a given. He's at the top of the league, and I was just some nobody, no gamer. I immediately considered refusing. Dream insisted again he would make it easy. Albeit I still did not believe him, I could not disagree that the popularity sounded appealing. I reluctantly agreed to the bet. The challenge had begun. I don't think the details of the challenge matter here. I get weapons, he does his thing, stopping frequently to give me chances to kill him, I lag behind, he goes to the End, kills the dragon, I am left in the dust. But then the recording ended, and that was when Dream resumed it once the both of us returned to the overworld, with a bold claim: "It's not for Youtube."

"Aww, you're the loser!" he mocked, bending his knees and pointing at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Okay?"

"That means you gotta do what I say!" Dream said, singsong.

I crossed my arms. Dream patronized me like this for much of the game, talking to me as if I were some naive child. His ego was as seething as his tone of voice. But I knew I had to swallow my tongue. It would just be annoying dealing with a Twitter mob.

"Fine. What do you say?"

The speedrunner leaned over in my direction. "Well, I diiid see your Twitter likes."

Though I kept a fixed gaze and kept my arms close to me, I could feel the inside of my throat recede backwards. An anxiety replaced my previous irritability. Then I felt cold. Why was it necessary for him to say that? Is there something he was going to use there to blackmail me or humiliate me? I scoured the recesses of my memory for anything I liked that could be a detriment to my reputation. Any politics? No. Controversial opinions? Nothing came to mind. Relieved somewhat by my own assertion that Dream couldn't find a weapon to use, I brought my arms akimbo to my hips and an uncertain grin stretched across my face.

"Haha, alright, and?"

"C'moooon. Don't play dumb! I know what you're into."

"What?" came out my mouth half-question, half-statement.

Dream sat down on the ground under the tree behind him, putting his legs out. He waited. I looked down at him.

Remaining seated, he lurched forward onto his hands, and exclaimed, "Hah! I saw that! I caught you looking!"

"...Huh?" I muttered, puzzled.

"At... y'know!"

A flurry of question marks swirled around me. I was looking at him in the face. Did he think I had a thing for him specifically? If this was his way of confirming if I partook in looking at rule 34, this struck me as awkward.

"Okay," he said. "I said I'd make it easy."

Dream leaned backwards again to the tree but lifted his feet up at me, pointing his soles to me. I did look at them this time. No confusion came to me. But I continued my silence, with disbelief brewing inside. There was no way he was actually going to do this. Okay, so what if he looked at my Twitter likes? Big deal. But why is he doing this? Is this amusing to him? Trying to embarrass me? I can't give that away though. I'm normal like everyone else.

"Yeah. Okay, I like feet, what's your point?" I said, slowly losing confidence.

"Oh. My God. Dude. You're such a dummy. I'm not going to bite. I just think it's interesting. I wanna see how you, y'know, like it?"

"I... don't follow."

"Ha ha, rub my feet, damn! I won the challenge!" He shouted lightheartedly.

I awkwardly sunk down onto my knees in front of Dream. He idled with one of his legs bent over his knee.

"Hey, listen. I don't think it's weird. I don't know how it feels. I'm just curious. Okay?"

"A-alright..." I babbled. He spoke in a softer tone than before. It was more reassuring, more comforting. He wanted me to do as he said because I lost, but he did think about me, otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned this. I guess it really wasn't that bad. I figured now I could let my guard down and at least have fun for once. The challenge wasn't all that fun. I didn't think much about what I was doing--I was just playing the game. But this time I could enjoy myself even a little.

So Dream curiously grew red in the face. (Or, where one's face would be, on their head on their Minecraft skin. His "face" on his chest and arms remained fixed in its smile. The green of his actual head got the blush.) I brought my hands gently around the leg over his knee and lifted it toward me, delicately eyeing it. Only now it struck me how odd objects felt in Minecraft. Dream's leg was rectangular like everything else but I wasn't so aware of that until now. It felt unwieldy in my hands. Cumbersome, these sides and angles, yet still, it was soft.

Dream began to fiddle with the grass beside him. I don't think he ever got intimate like this. He did say he was curious after all. I could see his chest rise and fall more visibly. Mine did too when I looked closer to his foot. Still, rectangular, flat. But still. Soft. Green on all sides except the front of his legs where the design of his character was. The sole was green, square, flat. Yet as I lowered my hands to hold his stubby, cubic foot, it had the same appearance as the rest of his skin, smooth, perfect.

Then I pushed my face into his sole. Dream winced. He flinched just slightly, but relaxed shortly after as I continued to smother my face against his foot. The texture was so incredible. Honestly, the straight edges and angles of Dream's feet made it even better. I could slide his sole over my face, adoring how elastic and squishy it was against my skin, before bending my head aside to have the sides of his feet push at my neck and I would feel the edges squeeze in like foam as his sole returned back over my face.

Dream pulled his knees inward along with his hands to his cheeks. I could tell he had been enjoying the feeling. The warmth of his blood rushing to his face. That sensitivity, the tingling, I had felt it as well, in tandem with the warmth of his feet in the sun. I eagerly resumed my coddling. I then sat on the ground, seated fully on the grass, and pulled his other leg off the grass and into my chest.

"Eep!" He yelped.

I chuckled quietly, exhaling sharply from my nose.

"I-I... heh heh..." he spoke, airily.

I promptly began to make out with his feet. One of his feet comfortably consumed the width of my face, ear to ear, while the other snugly rested against my upper chest, rocking back and forth across its breadth. The moisture of my breath condensed onto his sole, the fine mist then smeared across the green of his flat yet wide sole by my lips and tongue. I moaned gently. My moaning must have invoked some heated response from the speedrunner, because when I did it, he pulled his knees in again, and pressed his feet deeper against me.

"That's... really nice..." he whispered.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around the sides of Dream's legs as both of his legs stretched along the length of my chest until both feet cradled my shoulders and head. Their pressure and smoothness and warmth forced me to groan even more. I wildly began to rock my body in a thrusting motion, trying to cover as much of my body with his perfect, gentle legs and feet. I buried my head deeply between both of his soles, letting them wrap my head. My tongue feverishly worked at the sides of his feet, where I could have the edges slide and push against the center of my face, and, on occasion, I could see just for a moment between the gap of his feet the red stain across his face and just how much Dream was into it.

I thoroughly exhausted my saliva once I laid on the ground. At this point, Dream was enjoying this situation like he would after intense gaming. Though the expression of his character on his chest stood unchanging, I saw Dream breathing more shallow. I cooed at his mercy when he rose from the ground, keeping his feet against me to pin me to the earth.

"Yoohoo~" he sung, then taunting me with his sole as he stood over me. From the perspective I was in, he looked like a giant. I had never wanted this so bad now. Dream took massive entertainment and pleasure now in toying with my weakness for size, so he said, "Does this make my feet look big?" before I nodded weakly. Then he brought it down against me, now standing right on top of me, squashing the whole front of my head under his soft green foot, and the other to and fro over my chest. Dream would shift his weight or shuffle his soles gently to allow me to breath before pressing their gravity so snugly on me. I recoiled and groaned repeatedly. My arms smothered themselves around his leg. I muffled my moans right into his feet, helplessly leaving my mouth agape. Just for a moment, I had thought about what it would be like if Dream were twice or even three times his current size. Then each of his square green feet would be so incredible massive, as big as me, maybe, and then...

My temples were pounding from the pleasure. Dream finally stopped, abruptly. He stood besides me in the grass, brushing his feet just barely against the side of my head.

"Wow, uh...! That was... God." He paced restlessly left and right in front of the tree. "It was nice! Yeah. I, uhm. Listen. I liked it. Heh. But I really gotta get going..."

I sat on the ground with my arms propped behind me. I looked at him smug, the cheeky smile spread wide across my face.

"Maybe we can... do this again?" He shrugged. "Sometime, maybe. But somewhere else? I gotta, uh... y'know. But I'll let you know. I wonder what would happen if I lost next time..."

I didn't say anything. I knew I would hear again from him soon.

And immediately after, he said "Thanks, I had fun," and sent me a <3 before showing himself out. It was in the silence following that experience that I realized what I was just doing. It felt so odd, and doing this thing with Dream of all people. I rose from the ground and stepped to the tree in front. There, as I sat with my back to it, the grass between my legs was slightly damp. I heaved a great sigh, one of ease. And I was determined to be the winner on the next challenge.

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