Clackity-Hiss-Buzz

Clackity-Buzz-Hiss

Our heroine's dreams are plagued with odd sounds and
strange creatures. Normally, she sleeps deeply; a
combination of long days and an active
social life. Not tonight. Tonight she tosses and turns
and never seems to get comfortable but never seems to
wake up either. Instead of deep, beyond-REM sleep this is
light and troubling. A dream from which one can't
wake up.

It starts, as it often does... with locusts and
grasshoppers and other insects that rub and clack and
buzz and hiss and annoy. She hears them but never sees
them. Clackity-buzz-hiss. There they were.

She tries to wake but can't, in her semi-conscious
mind she writes this off to her visit to the reptile
house at the zoo.

She flies now. Like the eagles and falcons and hawks
and ugly vultures. A slipping of her skin into the
void as she leaps from atop the crag of where the zoo
perches. Stretches her arms wide and spreads her
wings, feels the winds whip across her smooth skin.
Effortlessly dipping and chasing and riding the
thermals. Soaring endlessly.

No need to wake from this marvel of the mind.

Things shift though...

Snakeskin. A shudder courses through her body. She
wants to fly once more, now it feels like she's
shedding her skin. Trying to molt it away. Writhing
and scraping against the ground. Looking to chip that
first scale so she can lose the outdated skin. But it
won't happen. Her snakeskin solidifies, hardens.
Unable to start the molt she hisses.

It can't get worse.
But it does.
Oh... how it does.

Now... a horse with a snake's skin.
A mockery of creation.
But as she gallop-slithers across the Scottish
Highlands, past Hairy Coos and be-Kilted Bagpipers she
feels her sun-dappled chestnut mane flow behind her,
her rattlesnake tail shaking as again the wind flows
around her and she achieves the unthinkable... she
approaches the edge of a Highland cliff and doesn't
slow down. Launches into the void once more.

Like Pegasus she soars. Running and riding the winds
without wings.

Then the bit snaps into her mouth, wrenching her back
down to earth with a jolt. Into a paddock. A paddock
shared with... a rhino? A giant jutting white male
rhino.

Dreams can be beautiful, dreams can be cruel and some
dreams can be mesmerizingly perverse.

The rhino stamps its front hoof, snorts once, lowers
its head and rubs the ground with its horn. Her breath
catches in her equine throat. Not even able to whinny.
This rhino... is in heat. And it spies her as its
mate.

She canters then gallops and throws herself airborne,
only to crash back to earth when the locusts and
beetles alight upon her and their weight send her
crashing to the earth... in a position that suggests
acquiescence to the rhino's wishes.

The white rhino wastes not time... charging toward her
apparently offered ass.

Dreams...
things in dreams...
Unable to wake.

The rhino tramples the grass in a broad, ground
churning gait and...
oh sweet fuck...
lowers its horn.

And...
With a bellow...
Impales her flying reptile horse's pussy from
behind...
With its horn...
Impaling her and very nearly ripping her wide open.

***

Her eyes snap open to see her lover atop her.
Her dream becomes clarity in a series of snapshots.

The sound of insects... the cuffs upon her wrists and
ankles, securing her to the bed.
The flying... the fact that she's been bound spread
eagled.
The wind upon her skin... her clothes have been
somehow stripped away.
Snakeskin... the feel of dried wax upon her arms and
legs and torso and tits.
The flying horse... her attempt at flight once more,
her subconscious trying to save her from her lover.
The bit... she nearly spits it out then groans in
unadulterated pleasure... he's slipped a knife (blade
out) into her mouth and like a horse on a bit she's
clamped down on it. So that's how he removed her
clothes!
The rhino... Him!
The rhino's horn... his cock... currently ramming
repeatedly into her undeniably soaked cunt.

She groans around the blade as she realizes she's
a split second away from the largest orgasm she's
had in forever.

The orgasm rips through her like a lightning bolt.
Hands tight upon the restraints.
Teeth clamped upon the knife.
Cunt clamped around the thrusting horn.
A rolling guttural squeal of pure lust vibrating the
blade as she cums and cums and cums.

He cums.
She knows not when or where.
Nor does she care.

Her orgasm spikes her into blissful unconsciousness.

***

When she awakes she finds herself being spooned by
him.
Restraints removed.
Candlewax a mere residue.

But she knows it was no dream.
She can feel his horn nestled between her asscheeks.

Most importantly her eyes flutter open to the wicked
knife glittering upon the bedside table.