Self-Fulfilling Nightmare

He licked his lips, staying in the shadows, and kept following her.

Mi'elle rode until dawn, or at least what she perceived as dawn. Seeing the dark grey sky, instead of black, she dismounted. She heard gurgling water nearby, to the side of the small path.

"I could use a bath," she said out loud, walking to the source of the sound. "At least rinse off a bit."

It was a stream; Mi'elle knelt before it, studying the water. There was something odd about it. A red flicker of light caught her peripheral vision. Turning to her left, she saw the light again. Mi'elle followed the stream a little ways, seeing it open into a pond.

She saw the flicker of red light again; it was coming from below the surface. Kneeling once more, Mi'elle peered into the dark water. She scooped up a little, letting it flow out of her hand -- it was a translucent black color.

"Ugh," she grimaced after smelling it. The water smelled like rotting flesh.

Mi'elle stood, looking once more to the flickering light, seemingly closer now, from below the surface.

"Is that," she wondered out loud, squinting to see the light better. "Eyes?"

Two large, thick tentacles exploded from underneath the surface, wrapping around Mi'elle's boots, pulling her.

Thinking quickly, she stabbed the earth with her sword, using it to hang on. Whatever the tentacles and red eyes belonged was trying to drag inter to water. The tentacles had suction cups on it, just like a squid or octopus.

Mi'elle held onto her sword's handle, the tentacles pulling her, lifting her off the ground. Then they stopped.

She lunged forward, turned around and saw them rise in the air. She grabbed her sword, rolled and ducked out of the way. Mi'elle began running back to her horse -- without her boots.

She cursed out loud once more, looking to her bare feet. In a way, her boots saved her, coming off her feet while the creature was attempting to pull her underwater. She was also able to move faster without the heavy plate boots slowing her down.

Mi'elle sighed, mounting Perfection. "Let's go."

**

The trees were black now, the leaves long gone, and the ground grey. There was a dense fog just above the trees, blocking out sunlight. But the lack of leaves enabled Mi'elle to at least see more of her surroundings.

Traveling onward, she saw a clearing after a few miles. Guiding Perfection to it, they rested under a large rocky overhang.

"Let's rest awhile; I hear no sounds of life -- no insects, no birds. There's nothing here. We're almost through this nightmarish valley. I'll be home to my beloved soon," she said, sitting against Perfection, sleep over taking her in minutes.

Sleep was restless, images of gore, of mutilated animals, creeping blackness over the land filled her nightmares. Mi'elle dreamed of a giant, black, demon-like creature fucking her, spraying black semen all over.

When was awoken from her nightmare by the sound of heavy breathing and movement -- something was carrying her.

She opened her eyes, seeing a huge mouth closed around her torso. Mi'elle looked behind her seeing her horse in the distance. She screamed to him, causing him to wake and give chase.

Whatever was carrying her was faster than Perfection. It jumped up an embankment, nimbly dashing through boulders and trees.

Mi'elle weapon was still at her side, she clutched it, ready to pull it out and stab whatever was carrying her. She didn't get a chance to. The creature tossed her into a small clearing, swiping the sword away from her waist, pinning her down.

It was a huge, black feline. It hovered over her, its paws pinning her hands down. It swiped at her left shoulder, tearing away the armor there, leaving a streak of four bleeding scratch marks. It swiped again at her side, tearing away what was left of her chest armor.

The cat licked at her face, Mi'elle turning her head away from its huge tongue. It licked down her neck, and then swiped at the white wraps around her breasts.

"Do it," Mi'elle angrily said. "Kill me and eat me."

"I will eat you," the druid said. "But not in the literal sense -- not yet. I had a recent meal. The bear cubs were delicious. I'm eating you in another way first. My soul and brain is still that of a man's."

The cat licked her breasts, his large tongue lapping at her nipples, covering them with saliva. Still pinning her down, he licked to her stomach, his tongue trailing over each abdominal muscle.

He moved one of his giant paws to her neck while he pulled and gnawed at her leggings with his other paw and mouth. Tearing them along with the small undergarments she wore, the feline breathed in her scent.

"Mmmm, yes," he growled, lapping at Mi'elle's exposed pussy with his tongue. "My name is Ro-nie, pleased to meet you," he smugly said.

Ro-nie kept licking at her pussy, and inner thigh, all while Mi'elle searched for something with her left hand. She was feeling around for it, her head held down by the paw, facing the opposite direction.

Ignoring the feeling of a big, fat cat tongue covering her entire pussy and lower abdomen as it licked her, Mi'elle found what she was looking for. It was pointy, made of iron -- her shoulder armor.

"You'll love this in due time. You'll love me," Ro-nie said, licking away at her. His glowing red eyes caught movement, but it was too late.

Mi'elle slammed her shoulder armor, as hard as she could, spike first into Ro-nie's right eye. He roared in pain, standing on his hind legs, batting at the armor, attempting to pull it out of his eye.

Mi'elle rolled and ran away. Angrier than ever, Ro-nie chased her. Without her boots, and now leg armor, she was even faster. Sprinting through boulders and dead trees, Mi'elle was able to dodge Ro-nie's attacks and lunges almost all the way back to rock overhang. Eventually, he caught up to her, tackling her to the ground, bringing her to all fours.

Ro-nie licked at her ass, swirling his tongue around her asshole. "Maybe I'll enter here first, to punish you for taking my eye."

His large, barbed, red feline cock slid up and down her ass-cheeks. "Yesss," Ro-nie hissed.

"No, please don't," Mi'elle whimpered. "Perfection," she cried.

The cockhead landed against her puckered whole, barely pushing in it. "This is going to hurt, but not as bad as losing an eye," Ro-nie mocked her, rearing his hips back, ready to thrust and impale her with his cock.

Perfection appeared, jumping through dead trees, turning around and kicking Ro-nie off Mi'elle with all his might. She quickly mounted him and they galloped back to where Ro-nie took Mi'elle. She needed her sword.

Ro-nie beat them there, able to jump and climb over terrain much easier, he was waiting.

"Charge into him," she ordered Perfection. He obeyed and Mi'elle dismounted, rolling over several times, arriving at her discarded weapon. This distracted Ro-nie causing him to turn his attention to her. He was able to avoid the collision with Mi'elle's horse.

Without the cumbersome armor, nude save for her right shoulder and hand, Mi'elle quickly ran toward Ro-nie. As he was getting back to his feet, she charged, sword first into his open, drooling mouth, driving the blade all the way in to the hilt.

She watched his remaining good eye slowly fade to black and pulled the sword out of Ro-nie. Mi'elle glanced to Perfection, gathered her nearby broken armor and loaded it into his bag.

"Let's go," she said mounting him. "Good thing my beloved is a blacksmith. He'll be busy for hours after he makes love to me."

Mi'elle looked over her shoulder and spit on the lifeless body of Ro-nie. She snapped the reins, her and Perfection speeding off.

Chapter 6

They rode for hours, for what seemed like an entire day, non-stop. Perfection never stopped, never tired, as did Mi'elle.

They eventually made it to the end of the valley. There was no way out of it though. There was no path way, just a sheer, tall cliff.

"No wonder the druids can't get out of here. It's not possible for bears, wolves, cats, to climb this cliff. We have to keep riding along this wall, there must be a path of some sort," Mi'elle said, hopping off Perfection, looking to the high cliffs above her.

"There isn't," a voice spoke to Mi'elle -- a male voice, one she recognized. "There's no way for me to get out of this valley."

Mi'elle's heart was racing, her eyes wide with shock, she knew whose voice it belong to. He was someone she met just a few nights ago. Struggling to figure out how many days and nights she's been in the valley she turned to her horse, her hand resting on his nose.

"Ul'sses," she said, nearly tearing up.

"You're Ul'sses," Mi'elle stated, standing, facing her horse, her longtime friend.

"I am," Ul'sses replied.

"You've been in this form all these years?"

"No. I love to run. I love being outside. I also love helping people. I stayed in this form to help you when you needed a steed. Seeing you, watching you, getting to know you, I fell in love with you."

"Why didn't you turn back into a human?" Mi'elle asked.

"Because of your beloved. I would never want to come between you and him. I've silently watched the love you share with him bloom. I did not want to disrupt that."

Mi'elle sighed shaking her head, knowing nothing could ever tear her apart from her beloved. "But the other night, we made love."

"I know. I knew you were heading to this valley, I knew I wouldn't be able to turn back into a man and climb out with you. So I showed you my real form, taking a chance that you'd let me make love to you before I die down here."

"No, no, you won't die. I will get you out of here somehow, even if I have to pull you up the cliffs to do so. You saved me three times! I can save you."

"You can try, but if getting you home to your beloved means I am trapped here, while you climb out of the valley, then so be it. Your happiness is more important than my life," Ul'sses said.

"You're wonderful, Ul'sses." Mi'elle kissed his long head, between his eyes.

Ul'sses licked at her neck, his big lips, nibbling at her jaw. "Ul'sses," Mi'elle whispered.

"Please go. Know that I've always loved you," Ul'sses said.

"I, I love you too. You've done so much for me, helping me, saving me," Mi'elle arched her back, offering a breast to Ul'sses. He licked and nibbled at it eagerly.

"I'm so sorry for keeping this a secret. If you knew I was a man, I was afraid you wouldn't want me to be your horse anymore," he admitted.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I should've found another route home," Mi'elle said.

"You're beautiful, Mi'elle," Ul'sses said.

"So are you."

"Even as a horse? I'm not a man."

"Especially as a horse," Mi'elle replied. She kissed his nose and jaw, his huge neck, his powerful shoulders. She ran her fingers through his mane, kissing her way down his back. She nuzzled his rump.

"Let me thank you for everything," Mi'elle said, slowly going to her knees, eyes widening at the sight of his huge equine cock.

"Mmmm, beautiful..." Mi'elle breathed in his scent, ducking under his stomach, grabbing his member by the base. She kissed the broad tip.

"Mi'elle, please," the druid begged. She kissed his huge cockhead again, then licked her way down to his giant hanging testicles.

She said nothing, instead swirling her tongue all around his massive balls. Kissing her way back to tip, she engulfed it. It was quite difficult to get his entire cockhead in her mouth, but she opened it as wide as she could, his bulbous tip taking up her entire mouth. She sucked as fast as she could, while jacking his long shaft. Smiling at herself and moaning at the taste of Ul'sses' equine cock.

"Mmmmm," she moaned again, Ul'sses joined her. Mi'elle had to stifle a giggle at the sound of man moaning coming from a horse.

She kept going, kept jacking Ul'sses and sucking the tip. He grunted, shifting his weight on his back legs, he was cumming.

"Yes!" Mi'elle cried out in her head, her mouth and throat filling with semen. The thick gooey fluid overflowed out of her mouth, dripping off her chin onto her breasts.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and laughed as it spurt several more globs of cum on her face.

Wiping cum off her face and chest, Mi'elle stood in front of Ul'sses. "Now then, we're getting out here, together. No matter what."

**

They rode for another day, from one side of the valley cliff to the other. Mi'elle had several orgasms as they traveled, her clit banging against the saddle. She purposely made sure to grind against Ul'sses as he galloped.

As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, another orgasm washing over her, she saw a familiar red light in the distance. It was faint, but coming out of a small cave in the cliff wall. Had Mi'elle chosen to ride this direction instead of the other way, they would've found it sooner.

Mi'elle saw something else too. Skeletons, not belonging to humans, littered the ground near the cave. She saw movement from a small, black haired creature. She dismounted Ul'sses, grabbed her sword, and approached it.

It was a goat, limping -- his eyes red, his hair black. "Kill me," she heard the goat say.

"Another druid," she said.

"We all are," the goat replied.

"We?"

Mi'elle was startled, gasping as a goat landed next to her, twitching for a second then going still. Another landed not far away. Mi'elle looked up, seeing movement on the cliffs. She counted several black goats attempting to traverse the rocks and climb out, only to fail, falling to their death or serious injury.

"Please? End it," the injured goat asked again.

Mi'elle nodded, closed her eyes and brought her sword down on the poor creature's neck, decapitating it.

The light from the cave called her attention again. She glanced back to Ul'sses; there was no way he could fit through the opening. Something compelled Mi'elle to explore the cave.

Chapter 7

Squeezing through the narrow passage ways, decaying goats along the ground, Mi'elle made her way closer to the source of the red light.

As she got closer, she noticed a slight flickering, intensity of the light decreasing and increasing.

She passed by another druid trapped in the form of a goat. Looking over his shoulder, into the cave, he begged her to kill it.

"Kill what?" she asked, before the druid closed his eyes forever.

Then the whispers started.

Clutching her sword, moving closer to the source of the light, she heard someone in a familiar voice whisper in her ear. "It was your fault. You caused his death."

"Who's there?" Mi'elle demanded.

"You and me," was the whispered reply. "You'll never get home. You don't deserve to."

"What?" Mi'elle snuck along a rock wall.

"You don't deserve him after what you've done, you'll never leave here," was the eerily calm whispering she heard.

"No!" Mi'elle shouted in the dimly lit cave.

The voice kept speaking to her, telling her everything was her fault. It sounded so familiar -- a female voice.

"Shut up!" Mi'elle's yell echoed in the cave. She paused seeing a corner ahead, red light, flicking around it. Pushing caution aside, she ran toward the source.

When she rounded the corner, she saw a large expanded room. The ceiling was high, 30 feet, a few, small stalactites hung from it. In the center of the room, the source of the red flickering light, was something very large and black.

It spoke to her in a calm voice. "Hello, Mi'elle."

"How?" she asked. "How do you know my name?"

She watched the black mass uncurl, stand, and face her. It was another goat, solid black, nearly the height of the cavernous room they were in. Mi'elle saw the source of the flickering red lights. The goat had seven eyes, three on each side of its head, one large one in the middle, all blinking out of sync.

It spoke to her again, its mouth unmoving, in a calm voice, "I know everything about you."

Shaking her head in disbelief, trying to place where she heard the slightly distorted female voice, she raised her weapon. "You're just a mad druid, like the others."

"No. I'm no druid," the large, black goat stated.

Mi'elle couldn't tell if the voice was in her head or actually coming from the creature.

"You caused your husband to commit suicide. Poor William," the creature said.

"What are you talking about? Who is William? I was never married, you insane monster," Mi'elle said.

"Of course you don't remember him, here in this place. But you were married. You committed adultery."

"Liar! I've never been married, I know no Williams!"

The creature remained still, seven red eyes blinking, towering in the cave. "Ah, you have your beloved now. Right?" it laughed at Mi'elle.

"How do you know of him? Answer me!"

"I told you, I know everything about you."

"What are you?" Mi'elle yelled.

"I'm the embodiment of your biggest fears, your worst nightmares. I know that if you lost your beloved, or were never able to see him again, you'd die. That's your biggest fear, your worst nightmare. I am here to make sure you never get home to him," the goat-monster laughed, its huge horns scraping the ceiling when it reared its head back in laughter.

Mi'elle had heard enough. She wasn't wearing leg plates or boots, allowing her to run and move faster. Her shoulders weren't hindered by heavy plate armor, allowing her to swing her sword harder. She wasn't wearing gauntlets, swinging and handling her sword would be easier. She was naked, quick, and agile -- she would kill this creature.

Mi'elle ran toward the monster. It raised one of its front hooves, attempting to squash Mi'elle; she ducked, rolled, and sliced at the back leg. She quickly turned around, stabbing the leg once more.

The creature turned, trying again, but Mi'elle was too quick. Rolling out of the way again, she sliced at the other back leg. Several more dodges, stabs and slices, and the monster roared in pain, falling to its front legs while it's back legs spewed out black blood.

It rammed its head into the ground, trying to head-butt her, failing each time, her sword slicing at its shoulder and face.

Dragging itself by its front legs, it continued its assault. Mi'elle sliced it into dozens of cuts, its black blood spurting out all over the cavern and Mi'elle.

The creature faked her out. It went to swipe at her with its right hoof and instead caught her with its left, knocking Mi'elle to the ground.

It roared an otherworldly, eerie scream, opening its mouth. Mi'elle saw seven tongues descend upon her. They were long, thin tongues, two of them wrapping around her arms, another around a leg.

One of the tongues stabbed at her body, randomly, as the other tongues held her above the cave floor. It landed against her anus, driving itself in, making Mi'elle scream with pain as it slinked its way into her colon.

Two other tongues came at her too, both of them driving into her pussy, double penetrating her.

She screamed again. The seventh and final tongue dove into her open mouth, sliding down her throat, silencing her.

The creature paused, watching its helpless victim go still, eyes rolling into the back of Mi'elle's head. It tongues retracting back into its mouth and it swallowed her.

The monster goat didn't realize Mi'elle was holding onto her sword, her knuckles white from gripping the handle, until it was too late; until Mi'elle sliced the creature's throat from the inside.

Its seven tongues unwrapped from her leg and arms as Mi'elle sawed through its throat. The tongue in her mouth withdrew from her throat, the ones in her pussy and asshole did the same.

Mi'elle fell out of the creature's throat, blood everywhere, landing on the cave floor below. She stood, turning to watch and listen to the monster in its death throes, bleeding out.

Finally it was still. Mi'elle went to her knees, panting heavily, the grip on her sword gradually lessening, sweat and blood dripping off her onto the floor. Blackness enveloped her, as the light source of the room, the seven, red, glowing eyes faded and closed.