Little!Dream CG!Techno
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Dream curled up against his best friend Techno, his head resting on the soft fabric of Techno's hoodie. The room was dimly lit, a gentle hum of quiet conversations and the occasional click of keys from a game they had both gotten distracted from. Techno’s hand absentmindedly brushed through Dream’s hair, his usual comfortable, unspoken way of showing affection.
Dream, however, wasn’t focused on the present moment. His mind was drifting to a new, overwhelming thought. He had been thinking about it for weeks, but now, with the warmth of Techno's presence wrapping around him, he couldn't help but feel like it was the right time to confess something.
"Techno," Dream started quietly, the words feeling heavy as they hovered in the air.
"Yeah?" Techno responded without looking up from his screen, his voice relaxed and patient.
Dream fidgeted, curling a little tighter into his side, seeking comfort. "I’ve… been going through something. And, well, I don’t know how to tell you."
Techno paused his game and shifted slightly to face Dream more directly, sensing the seriousness in his voice. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, you’ve got me."
Dream let out a shaky breath, nervous but determined. "I—I’ve been regressing… mentally. Like, I slip into a state where I feel like… a cat. A pet cat. It’s not something I can control, and it scares me sometimes."
Techno's eyebrows furrowed, but his gaze softened immediately, leaning in closer to make sure Dream knew he was truly listening. "Like… you're saying you feel like a cat, as in, what, more like a pet than yourself?"
Dream nodded, his hands twitching nervously in his lap. "Yeah. It’s like, I just… forget things. I’m not really aware of what’s going on around me, but it’s comforting in a way. I’ll curl up, or I’ll just want to purr, and sometimes I can’t help it. It’s like my mind is stuck there, even though I know it’s not real. But when I’m in that headspace, it feels safe. And I—I don't know how to make it stop."
Techno didn’t respond right away, processing Dream’s words with careful thought. He wrapped his arm around Dream’s shoulders, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "You’re telling me this because you trust me. And I’m not going to judge you for it, Dream. It sounds like it’s something you need to work through. But you’re not alone in this. We’ll figure it out together."
Dream felt a weight lift off his chest, the tension in his body easing as he nestled further into Techno’s warmth. "You’re not mad?" Dream asked softly, his voice laced with vulnerability.
"Of course not. You’re my best friend. No matter what, I’ve got your back." Techno gave a small smile, his hand gently running down Dream’s back in a soothing motion. "And if you ever need to curl up or just relax in that state, I’m right here. You’re not any less of yourself for needing that comfort."
Dream’s heart swelled at the reassurance, a deep sense of relief flooding through him. He had feared that Techno might not understand, but here, in the quiet safety of their shared space, he realized that his best friend would always be there, no matter what state his mind wandered into.
And with that, Dream let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing completely as he allowed himself to slip back into the soothing comfort of his regression. Techno simply held him, offering no judgments—only love and support.
In that moment, Dream knew that he could face whatever came next, as long as Techno was by his side.
---time skip cause patches is amazing----
A few days had passed since Dream had shared his secret with Techno. The weight of the confession still lingered in his chest, but now it felt lighter. Techno had been his usual self—playful, sarcastic, and unbothered by the fact that Dream had revealed such a personal part of himself. He had made a few jokes here and there about being Dream's personal "pet-sitter," but it was clear that Techno was completely supportive and didn't view Dream any differently.
That afternoon, the two of them were once again hanging out, this time sprawled out on the couch in Techno's room. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, and they were just talking idly. Techno was scrolling through his phone, occasionally throwing out a comment or a sarcastic remark while Dream sat beside him, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.
As they chatted, Dream could feel it happening again. That familiar pull, that gentle tug at his mind. The edges of reality started to blur, the usual adult thoughts slipping away as a quieter, simpler state began to settle over him. It was a strange feeling—almost like he was becoming smaller, like his thoughts were drifting away like leaves in the wind.
Dream curled his legs underneath him on the couch, feeling the sudden urge to get comfortable, to shrink into a corner like a cat would. His breathing slowed, and his eyes fluttered half-closed as the world around him softened. His hands, now delicate and unsteady, began to grasp at the fabric of his hoodie, rubbing it between his fingers like a comforting toy.
Techno, ever the observant one, noticed the change immediately. He looked over at Dream, who was now curled up against the couch, his expression distant and soft. Dream’s body language spoke volumes—his shoulders hunched just slightly, his face becoming relaxed and serene, his eyes glazed over as if lost in a daydream.
"Dream?" Techno’s voice was gentle, but there was a hint of concern, his hand pausing mid-scroll.
Dream’s gaze flickered to him, blinking slowly. His voice came out in a soft, almost unrecognizable tone. "Techno…" It was barely a whisper, and his eyes were distant, almost unreadable.
Techno leaned forward slightly, tilting his head, trying to gauge if Dream was still aware of his surroundings. He had seen this before, but every time it still struck him with a mix of curiosity and care. "You’re regressing, huh?" Techno asked, his voice quiet, trying not to startle him.
Dream nodded slowly, his hands now tugging at the hem of Techno’s hoodie, a subtle sign that he was seeking comfort. "I...I feel...like a cat," he murmured, the words coming out in a soft, almost childlike drawl.
Techno’s expression softened, the usual bravado and teasing absent as he reached out to gently run his fingers through Dream’s hair, just like he had done before. "It’s okay, Dream," he said quietly, shifting so he was sitting next to him, his arm draping over Dream's shoulders. "You’re still you. Just… take it easy, alright? Whatever you need."
Dream let out a small hum, shifting further into Techno’s side, his face nuzzling against his shoulder like a cat seeking warmth. His body instinctively curled into a smaller, tighter ball, and he let out a tiny sigh of contentment, his fingers lightly gripping at the fabric of Techno’s hoodie. It was as if the outside world didn’t matter right now—he was safe, he was with Techno, and nothing else seemed to matter in this moment.
Techno didn’t push him, didn’t try to pull him back into the reality they’d been talking about just moments ago. He simply stayed there, letting Dream find the comfort he needed. His hand gently scratched Dream’s scalp, the way one would pet a cat, and Dream responded with a soft purr, the sound barely more than a hum from his throat.
It was a strange, tender moment, but to Techno, it felt natural. He was used to Dream being a bit of a mess at times—both mentally and emotionally. This? This was just another side of his best friend that he hadn’t fully understood before, but now he felt a sense of responsibility to protect.
"You know," Techno said, his voice quieter now as he adjusted so Dream could rest more comfortably against him, "I don’t mind this at all. You’ve got a lot on your plate, Dream. If this helps you, I’m happy to be your safe space."
Dream let out another soft sigh, nuzzling further into Techno’s side. His mind was peaceful in this state, the world outside feeling like a distant memory. All he needed was Techno’s presence, and in that moment, everything felt just right.
Techno gave him a final reassuring pat on the head, his heart swelling with fondness for his friend. "Just relax, okay? I’m not going anywhere."
And with that, Dream settled into the quiet comfort of the moment, letting himself drift further into his regressed state, fully trusting Techno. A few moments passed in a peaceful silence, with Techno just sitting there, feeling the weight of Dream’s head resting comfortably against his shoulder. He had almost forgotten how calming these moments could be—how much it meant for Dream to let himself relax like this. But then, a subtle shift occurred.
Dream’s ears twitched, his eyes blinking open with an almost frantic energy. Without warning, he slipped away from Techno’s side, suddenly hopping off the couch with surprising agility for someone in such a relaxed state. Techno blinked in surprise as Dream scurried off, his movements almost feline as he padded across the room.
"Dream?" Techno called out, half-laughing at the sudden burst of energy. "What are you doing?"
Dream didn’t answer. Instead, he disappeared around the corner of the room, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. Techno furrowed his brow, a little worried but also amused. He waited, expecting Dream to return in a moment with a new expression or a soft meow.
And then, after a brief few minutes, Dream returned, his posture significantly different. His back was arched in that familiar, catlike way, and there was a noticeable flicker of excitement in his eyes. He padded back into the room with a proud, almost mischievous look on his face.
Techno's eyes widened as Dream approached, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Dream had somehow managed to find a pair of cat ears—realistic, fluffy black ears that sat atop his head, twitching slightly as if they were responding to every little sound in the room. A fluffy black tail was clipped to the waistband of his hoodie, swaying with every movement he made. And, to complete the look, Dream had a cat chew toy hanging from his mouth, a small, brightly colored rubber mouse dangling from his lips.
Dream sat down in front of Techno, tilting his head like a curious kitten, the toy still clenched between his teeth. He stared up at Techno with wide eyes, the cat ears flicking back and forth as if to say, *Look what I found!*
Techno blinked in astonishment, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Oh my god, Dream," he chuckled, trying to hide his amusement behind a hand. "You look ridiculous. Where did you even—" He couldn’t finish the sentence before laughing, completely taken aback by the sight. "Is this your idea of playing?"
Dream didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he dropped the toy in front of Techno, nudging it with his nose before looking up at him with a soft, innocent gaze. He let out a tiny mewl, the sound soft and almost pitiful, as though he were trying to get Techno to play along.
Techno’s laughter died down, replaced by an affectionate smirk as he leaned over and picked up the chew toy. "Well, if you insist, I guess I’m your new playmate, huh?"
Dream’s tail swished back and forth, and he hopped up to sit beside Techno, looking as pleased as could be with himself. His fingers twitched, the urge to be petted still present, but it was clear that Dream was enjoying the simplicity of the moment. His mind, for now, had fully embraced the catlike regressed state, and Techno was more than happy to go along with it.
With a mock-serious expression, Techno shook the toy in front of Dream, teasing him with it. "Alright, little cat. Let’s see if you can catch this."
Dream let out a soft purr, clearly delighted by the attention. His eyes locked onto the toy, his body tensing like a cat preparing to pounce. Techno couldn’t help but smile at how easily Dream had slipped into this headspace, so carefree and content in the moment.
For the next few minutes, the two of them played, Techno tossing the toy across the room and watching Dream chase after it, his movements agile and swift. Each time Dream retrieved the toy, he returned it to Techno with a small mewl, nudging it back into his hands for another round. It was a simple game, but to Dream, it was everything he needed.
Eventually, after a few more rounds, Dream plopped down next to Techno once again, his tail flicking lazily, his breathing soft and content. The cat ears twitched every so often, and Dream rested his head against Techno’s arm, completely relaxed.
"That was fun," Dream murmured, the toy now abandoned on the floor. His voice had softened even more, and his purring was barely audible as he nuzzled closer to Techno, his eyes beginning to droop.
Techno smiled down at him, brushing a strand of hair from Dream’s face as he whispered, "Yeah, it was. You know, I didn’t expect this side of you, but I’m glad you’re feeling better."
Dream didn’t respond, already halfway between the playful cat he had been and the more vulnerable, calm version of himself he usually was. His eyes closed, and he gave a soft, contented sigh, fully trusting that Techno would keep him safe in this state, no matter what.
Techno gently scratched behind Dream’s ears, just like he would a real cat, watching with a quiet fondness as Dream melted into the touch. "I got your back, Dream. Always."
And with that, the room fell into a peaceful silence, the playful energy fading into the calm comfort of their companionship. Dream, content with his toy and his new cat ears, remained by Techno’s side, knowing he was exactly where he needed to be.
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