Fingered By Freddy

“Sexy bunnies it is, then?” Jo grinned, eyeing up a bunny costume online that barely passed as clothing. Lily raised an eyebrow. “We’ll freeze our tits off!” she said bashfully. “We’ll be inside. And it’ll be so hot. Tom won’t know what hit him when he sees you.” The two best friends were huddled around Jo’s laptop, surrounded by lustful clothing - scrolling page after page of naughty Halloween costumes. Lily’s boyfriend, Tom, had invited them to one of his Halloween parties, and the group theme? “Sinful Icons.” Naturally, Jo and Lily chose bunnies, baddie bunnies. They planned to don fishnet tights, ears, and tiny puffball tails. But between outfit planning and sips of their wine, their attention turned to a post whilst they were shopping titled “5 Sex Toys to Make you Possessed.”

They scrolled all night: giggling and blushing but secretly getting turned on. There were rampant rabbits, strap ons and clit stims that threatened to make you summon demons with their climatic power. “If I wake up being fucked by a succubus, I’m blaming this site”, Jo smirked. That night, Lily dozed off on the sofa with Nightmare on Elm Street film playing in the background.

She stirred in her sleep and heard a creak. Then, a shadow in front of the TV. It was Freddy, in the flesh. He was slowly stepping out of the screen, hat low, blades gleaming. She froze, completely terrified. She tried to scream, but her voice made no sound - terror tightened her every muscle. He climbed onto the sofa, slow and calculated. “Come to Freddy” he rasped, fingers flexing. But as he reached for her, something shifted. The blades weren’t blades anymore, they were…silicone. Thick, glowing and vibrating. “I’m your boyfriend now, Lily”, he growled.

She jolted awake with a gasp. Jo glanced over, barely awake. “Freaky dream?”. “You have no idea.” Lily shuddered.

“What the fuck?” She thought to herself when she finally awoke in the morning. It haunted her all day, she couldn’t shake Freddy’s fingers. As the day passed, her mind began to wander. She started to flirt with the idea of what he would’ve done to her if she hadn’t broken her dream. She pictured her nightmare turning into something hotter. Needier. She thought about him touching her slowly between her legs under the thin fabric of her panties, sliding one smooth, pulsing digit inside her. Then another. In her mind, his rubbery digits buzzed with supernatural precision.

She couldn’t take it anymore. The second Jo left, she bolted to her bedroom drawer to play out her filthy thoughts. She grabbed her favourite red dildo and lay herself on the bed. She pictured him working her over like a machine built for pleasure. No words. Just growls. The pressure, curling just right, sent her spiralling into an explosive climax that left her soaking wet and panting.

Three days later, the Halloween party was already in full swing when they arrived. Jo in her black velvet bunny get-up, and Lily, who chose a bondage bunny look with bunny ears. When Lily spotted her beau in a striped jumper and battered fedora, a replica Freddy glove dangling from his belt - her blood ran cold. She had never told him. Not a word. But there he was. Freddy in the flesh.

Later, tucked away in the dark of his bedroom, they stole kisses, hot and breathless. Her back hit the door as his hands wandered, mouth trailing down her neck. “You look incredible in this,” he whispered, sliding his hand up her thigh, nudging her costume to the side. His fingers slipped beneath her lace panties and curled. Just like the dream. Just like him.

She gasped, nails digging into his shoulder. He moved perfectly, pressing, rubbing and coaxing her. Whether by instinct or fate, he mimicked the rhythm from her dream exactly. Her legs trembled. She came hard, biting her lip to silence the cry.

When her knees stopped shaking, he kissed her forehead. “Let’s get back before Jo starts wandering where you are.” She smoothed her ears and adjusted her bodysuit. He handed her a drink. No words. Just a wink. And a secret smile that said: I know what I did.