User blog:Eradose/Chamber of the Succubus: Issue 3

''Welcome back. I knew you couldn’t stay away long. Tell me, do you really enjoy my stories, or just my company? If you do, you can find an advertisement at the end of this comic if you wish to join me. It was nice of Morgana to start the comic book this time.''

''However, for those joining us for the first time, I am Saphirette Sprika, scholar of the Demon Realm, and single. The elementals I had formed a covenant with hear many stories as do I. Without further delay, let us begin with one of these stories called…''

Story idea by lucena1
Rex was a powerhouse in the MMA circuit. In three years, he had a record of 35 fights and no losses. Needless to say, not only was he famous for his record, but infamous for his arrogance and boasting. Of course, there were times he didn’t fight fair, in hopes of keeping his record intact. But no one ever proved any cheating he may have done. He even went as far as to frame one of his opponents for using steroids, forcing him to forfeit the match.

All Rex cared about was fighting. He didn’t care if the fans hated him or not, or what sponsors would sign him. All that mattered was the next fight, and how he could win, by any means necessary. Eventually, few fighters would go up against him. Those that did usually just wanted to shut him up, or were newcomers who wanted to take down the champ and make a name for themselves. But Rex was getting bored with his career. With no one posing any challenge, and fights being few and far between, he started to go into a rut. It was then he got an idea…

Why not post an open challenge? Bring in anyone brave enough to face him in the octagon. Surely there must be a few people out there who would be more than willing to go a round or two with him outside the MMA circuit. Of course, the officials would not hear of it. They’re not about to bring in untrained people off the street to fight him. But this wasn’t going to be a public match, or part of any legal MMA fight. He had an octagon ring in his house already, complete with cage. All he had to do was have fighters come to him. No ref, no rules, just straight up fighting. And it wasn’t long before he put the word out. $5,000 to the man who could beat him.

In moments, fighters from across the country lined up at his front gate, more than willing to fight him. But after a few incidents with broken bones, dislocated arms, and a concussion, he had to spend some time in jail for his unsanctioned fights. And after that, no one was willing to try for the prize money, both due to the risk of injury, and the bad press of the whole thing. It also had him suspended from the MMA circuit for three months. Without anyone to fight, Rex was more depressed than ever…

It was at that moment, deep in his depression, he got two e-mails. Both of which were accepting his challenge, and both not interested in the money. Rex immediately set it up, having them come to his house so they could fight him one on one, and to make sure the cops didn’t find out he was setting up more unsanctioned fights, he asked them to come at night.

An hour after the sun set, there was a knock on Rex’s door.

“Punctual.” he says to himself, “Must really be eager to fight me.”

He opened the door to see someone standing there, dressed in a large overcoat. The strange thing was that there wasn’t supposed to be any rain that night. They only looked to be about 5’ 6” tall, and didn’t carry themselves as a fighter.

“Are you Lizardfight198?” he asks the visitor. He only knew the person by their user name online.

“Only if you’re Rex.” the mysterious person says. The tone of voice made it clear that it was a woman under that coat. “Since I doubt I’m the only one coming, and this isn’t sanctioned, let’s get this over with.”

Rex wasn’t expecting his first opponent to be a woman. Sure, there were some great woman fighters in MMA, but mixed gender fights were still taboo. Fighting a woman could seriously land him in a whole lot of trouble. But, it didn’t matter. Man or woman, he just wanted a fight. He lead her into his basement, where he had his custom octagon ring and training equipment stashed.

“Impressive set up.” the woman says, “Reminds me of what I have at my place.”

“So, are you a professional MMA fighter?” says Rex, “You’d be risking your career coming here.”

“As much as I would like to,” the woman says, “there are reasons I can’t join a professional circuit.”

“And that is?” asks Rex.

The woman takes off the coat. She was dressed like a fighter ready for the ring, with her well toned muscles. But her arms, legs, and parts of her body, were all covered is scales. She even had a tail, and her eyes were reptilian in nature. She was also wearing gloves and shoes which were obviously covering claws and talons.

“My kind don’t get out a whole lot in human sports.” she says, “But you’ll find I’m as trained as any fighter you’ve faced.”

Rex was starting to have second thoughts. She was not human, so he had no idea how the fight would go down. Still, who could say they ever faced off against a humanoid lizard in a fight? Well, not entirely. Her whole body wasn’t covered in scales, and looked just like normal human skin. And maybe he could use the tail for leverage in a grapple. The challenge was just too interesting to pass up.

“I take it you’re keeping those gloves and shoes on to keep those claws off me?” he asks her.

“Not much of a fair fight if I can draw blood, now is it?” she says, “Besides, I don’t want to risk giving you any serious injury.”

“And you already know I’ve gotten in serious trouble hosting these fights.” says Rex, putting on his gear. “So I guess we’re on the same page here. What’s your name?”

“It’s Riley.” she says, putting on her head gear. “Let’s get started.”

The two of them entered the octagon, and stand on opposite ends of the ring. For a moment, the two stare each other down. Rex was ready for her to make the first move. She suddenly lunged at him. She was so quick, Rex barely had enough time to dodge the attack, which was more like being attacked by a wild animal rather than a skilled fighter. That suddenly changed when she flew in with a series of kicks aimed for his torso. He managed to block them, but the impact was strong. Stronger than Rex was expecting, with the final kick knocking him to the ground.

She then jumped at him again as he started to get up. He puts his feet up, and pushed her off as soon as she got close. He managed to recover fast enough to get in close and throw a few punches, which she managed to block. He then throws a kick to her legs, which manages to throw her off balance, and open her up for him to get her in an arm lock.

However, he forgot about her tail, which whacked him on the back of the head, and made him release her arm. She then sweeps his legs, and had him face down on the mat. Without missing a beat, she grabs onto his legs, and puts him in a leg lock. Rex tried to break free, but the force she was putting on him felt like she was just short of breaking his bones.

Then he saw her tail…

He grabbed her tail, with the intent of trying to use it to pull her off of him, or at least make her let go. But when he put pressure on the tip of her tail as he grabbed it, she let’s out a little yelp, with her face turning red.

“H… hey…” she says, “Be careful there…”

Realizing her tail was a erogenous zone, he started to pinch and rub it as hard as he could, in the hopes that she would finally let go, and give him an advantage. However, it seemed that it was having the opposite effect, as it felt as if her grip was tightening. The pain he felt was more intense than any other time someone tried to make him tap out. But he couldn’t stop now. Even if his legs broke, he wasn’t going to loose.

Suddenly, her grip loosened, and he slipped free. But just when he was getting up…

“I’m… I’m… CUMMING!!!”

As she screamed out in orgasm, he realized he may have overdone it. He waits for a moment for her to recover. But instead of continuing the attack, she gets on her knees, and looks at him.

“Well…” she says, her face still quite red. “It looks like I lost the fight. I wasn’t expecting you to exploit my… ‘weakness’, but since it was the only way for you to escape, it was still a fair tactic. And since my legs feel like jelly, I can’t continue the fight.”

This wasn’t exactly the victory Rex was looking for. Sure, he was underhanded in fights before, but this didn’t feel like he really won. Still, it was the closest he ever came to tapping out. He puts out his hand to pick her up off the ground.

“Hey, good fight.” he says to her. “I have to admit, you came closer than anyone ever did. If you ever want a rematch, feel free to try again. Maybe we can do it in a more legit setting.”

“Um…” she says, “I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I guess I should have brought this up, but you might have thrown the fight if you did. You see…”

Before she could continue, there was another knock at the door. At least, Rex thought it was, since it was loud enough to be heard all the way down in his basement.

“We’ll talk later.” says Rex, “I’m going to see who that is.”

Riley just nods her head, blushing a little, as Rex goes upstairs to see who… or what, was at the door. Upon opening it, he is surprised to see a mountain of a woman at his door. She was easily 8 to 9 feet tall, with light green skin, and two horns on her head. She looks at him like she wanted to eat him, and cracks her knuckles, which almost sounded like stones breaking.

“So, little man.” the woman says, “Ready for me to break you? Because like it or not, I’m going to rock you.”

“Hold on just a minute!” says Rex, as he realizes he may be in over his head now. “I still got someone downstairs, and…”

“Who says I’m going to wait?” says the woman, “Either you’re ready, or I’m taking you by force.”

“And just what do you think you’re doing?!” says Riley, coming up the stairs. “You have no claim on this man, ogre!”

“Shit…” says the ogre, “You just beat her in combat, didn’t you? Well, I was prepared for an easy target, but it looks like I got to fight her first.”

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on here?” says Rex, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

“This ogre is here to fight for sure.” says Riley, “But her intent is to violate you. Ogres are violent and lust crazed beings, and don’t really care about consent.”

“And she’s just trying to defend her fiancee.” says the ogre.

“Say what?!” says Rex.

“Yeah… about that.” says Riley, turning bright red. “I was trying to tell you, but the thing is that my kind seek powerful warriors to challenge themselves against. If a man can beat us in combat, that’s man is worthy to be one’s husband.”

“Hold the friggin phone here!” says Rex, “You mean this whole time, you were…”

“I wasn’t holding back if that’s what you were thinking.” says Riley, “To be honest, I never lost a match before, so I didn’t think I’d loose to you either. I’ve been undefeated up until now, and I felt I could beat anyone.”

“Well, you’ve about to loose twice.” says the ogre. “Here I come!”

The ogre rushes at Riley, but she manages to dodge in the nick of time. Of course, there is a good sized hole in the wall from where the ogre’s head has rammed through it. And the ogre pulls her head free, Riley takes Rex downstairs to where the octagon ring was. The ogre was soon chasing after them. Riley runs into the ring, with the ogre right behind her.

“Shut the cage!” Riley yells out at Rex.

Rex does so, locking the two women in the ring. The ogre continues to charge at Riley like a bull, but Riley was a more quick and nimble fighter, able to stay just out of each attack, while making her own attacks in passing. This seemed to anger the ogre quite a bit, as she charged right at Riley. But Riley manages to jump right over the ogre, causing the massive woman to get her horns caught in the cage around the ring. Riley then jumps on the ogre’s back, and gets her in a throat lock. The ogre struggles to get Riley off of her, but Riley uses her tail to get the ogre off balance, causing her to fall to the ground face first. After a few moments, the ogre looses conciseness, and Riley gets off of her.

“She’s out.” Riley says to Rex, “I’m not going to envy the headache she’ll have when she comes to.”

“Are you okay?” Rex asks.

“I’ll be fine.” says Riley, “You saw for yourself that she didn’t even touch me.”

“Can’t say the same for the ring.” says Rex, “The supports for the cage are wrecked, and the cage itself took a bit of damage too.”

“Sorry about that.” says Riley.

“Don’t be.” says Rex, “I think I’m done with these unsanctioned fights. It’s just not worth the trouble anymore.” Rex then looks at the ogre. “What do we do about her?”

“Since she’s been beaten, she’ll cool off.” says Riley, “Won’t last long, but she’ll leave us alone now.”

“And what about you?” says Rex, “Because, to be honest, I’m not really ready for the whole fiancee thing.”

“But…” says Riley.

“However,” says Rex, “you seem like a nice girl, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.”

“I’d… like that.” says Riley, “But I won’t give up on you. My kind is quite stubborn.”

“Hey,” says Rex, “if anyone is going to make me tap out, it will be you.”

“And maybe we can work on cleaning up your act in the octagon too.” says Riley.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” says Rex, “After all, there’s worst thing than loosing.”

END

''For those of you wondering, yes, Rex did end up marrying Riley. Lizardwomen can be quite persistent in that regard. And as for Rex’s career, he used his connections to found the first mamono MMA circuit, with Riley being quite the star for a while. That is until recently. Maternal leave and all. But that’s enough from me for now. Be sure to see my ad at the end of the comic, since I’m looking for a partner myself. Now Morgana has a story of her own to tell you.''

''Welcome back my lovelies. I almost didn’t hear you come in. My little boy toy was… well… a lady doesn’t kiss… or rather screw and tell.''

''But enough about my sex life, I am Morgana, one of the Lilim, and I have a story I wish to share with you. This one I heard not to long ago from an Alp. What is an Alp you ask? Well, after I am finished, maybe you’ll understand better. This story is about one man, and his….''

Story idea by Eradose
A young man was sitting in his living room, reading a book featuring stories about succubi. The stories were both terrifying, and arousing. Suddenly, a bell tolls from upstairs. An old grandfather clock is chiming the hour of midnight.

“Midnight already?” the man says to himself, “Dammit, didn’t realize how late it was. I don’t know why, but I was so… engrossed in these stories.”

As he started to get up, his head started to get fuzzy, and his eyes grew heavy.

“Dammit… So tired… Maybe… Maybe I should rest for a moment….”

The last thing he remembers is sitting back down in his chair. Next thing he knew, he was walking the streets of downtown, with no memory of how he got there. Sure, he could realistically walk to downtown in a few minutes, since his apartment wasn’t that far away, but was this a dream, or did he really walk out here without knowing?

Walking into an alley, he finds himself in front of a pair of doors. The doors are covered in elegant carvings, and seem out of place in this part of the city. And yet something compels him to open the doors. After a moment’s hesitation, he does so, revealing some kind of fancy lobby of some kind, like what one would see in an upscale hotel or mansion. There were quite a few people, socializing as if this was a bar or party, but something struck him as odd. It was something about the women in there, but for some reason, he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“And what do we have here?”

He turns to the voice to see a beautiful woman standing there. Her long red hair, tied back into a ponytail, is almost as red as the dress she was wearing. Her green eyes are looking at him as if looking into his soul.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding.” the young man says, “I’m… I’m not sure why I came here…”

“Do not be.” says the woman, “All are welcome here, especially those with desires. So, what desire did you have before coming here?”

“Are you saying that I was called here?” says the man.

“Indeed.” the woman replies, “Even if you are unaware of it, you were called here for a reason. All the men here were. And we are here for that reason. To tend to the desires of those called here.”

“You sound as if all the women here were…” the man begins to say.

“Were… succubi?” the woman replies, “So what if we are?”

“Show me some proof.” says the man

“Proof you say?” says the woman, “Most men would either dismiss such a thing, or humor me, especially since I never said specifically that we were, only suggested it. You’re different, aren’t you? You really want to believe that we are succubi. Well, allow me to grant your wish…”

As the young man looked on, two horns grew out from the sides of the woman’s head, and her eyes became slit like those of a cat.

“I knew your kind existed.” says the man, “But I never thought I’d see one of your kind in person. In fact, I’ve kind of hoped to see one of your kind. It’s strange, but I find succubi fascinating.”

“So you are different than the other men here.” says the succubus, “Most of the men only came here for lust. But you wanted to seek my kind out. I guess I’ll have to attend to you personally.”

The succubus motions to another, and asks her to watch the door. She then grabs a drink, and hands it to the young man.

“A drink before I show you to my chambers.” she tells him, “It will help your stamina. Trust me.”

The young man looks into the glass of dark liquid. Normally, one would hesitate in such a situation, but the young man drinks it without a second thought. But, once he does, things become fuzzy. It felt like he was drifting into sleep again….

Regaining his scenes again, he finds himself lying on a bed with the succubus on top of him. Her naked form in between two leathery wings. He can feel her grinding her hips into him. But… something was off. He could feel the pleasure she was giving him, beyond anything he ever felt before. But he couldn’t feel his manhood anymore…

“Well, this is an interesting result.” the succubus says, “This doesn’t happen often, but perhaps there’s more to your heart than even you yourself know.”

He is suddenly struck with a strange sensation as he feels the succubus take two of her fingers, and sticks them inside of him. He realizes that she wasn’t sticking them into his ass. Looking down at his own body, he now realized that he was transformed into a woman. Granted, he wasn’t that busty, and could still pass as a man if he dressed as one, but it was clear he was no longer a man.

“This is weird…” the former young man says, “But… this feeling… I want to feel more of it.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” says the succubus, crawling up to his face. He can feel her large breasts brush up against his smaller, newly formed ones. “If you are truly curious, how about I show you the pleasures your new form can give you.”

Upon hearing those words, his mind goes cloudy, and upon regaining his senses again, he sees the succubus rubbing the member of another man on the bed as he stands there and watches, dressed in lace stockings, velvet panties, and a bra. Suddenly, the succubus motions for him to come over, which he does. The succubus takes his hands, and had him start giving the man a handjob. As he does so, a strange desire starts to overtake him. His body aches as he feels his insides twitch. Soon, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“You want it, don’t you?” the succubus says to him, “To feel what it’s like to have a man fill your womanly insides. Go on. Pop your new cherry, and give in.”

Stripping of the bra and panties, he spreads his new womanly parts open, and takes the member inside of him. A surge of pleasure rushes over his body as he feels the member tear through his hymen.

“So this is a woman’s pleasure?” he thinks to himself, “No… it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

He began to move his hips, slowly at first, but then going faster and faster, feeling the member he took into himself pressing against his new womanly insides. The waves of pleasure washing over him was more than anything ever felt before. And as this goes on, he could feel his body changing. His features became even more feminine. His hair grew out to just above the small of his back. His form became more voluptuous, with his breasts growing larger and larger, grabbing onto them to fondle them as they grow. He could also feel to curved horns grow out from the sides of his head.

He now realized what was going on. He wasn’t turning into a woman. He was turning into the being he wanted to know of. No… a being he secretly wanted to become. He was turning into a succubus. And as he climaxes, feeling semen fill his womb, and leathery wings sprout from his back, his transformation was complete. Renouncing his former life as a man, he was now a creature of lust, like them.

The young man wakes up in his chair, with the book of succubi stories over his face. He could feel his pants were wet, obviously because he just had a wet dream.

“Dammit, what a dream.” the young man thinks to himself, “I really shouldn’t read these kind of stories this late at night. At least not without some tissue paper. I really need to change, then I should head to bed.”

Just as he gets up out of the chair, he noticed that his body mass felt off. And when he looked at his body, he realized why. The large breasts, the voluptuous curves, the curved horns… That was no dream he just had. “He” was now a “she”. More than that, she was a succubus.

Just as she secretly desired.

END

''Were you expecting that? No? Not many of the men who undergo the transformation into an Alp do. And succubi don’t discriminate against men who want to become women. On the contrary, we welcome them with open arms as one of the succubi race.''

''Now I must turn you over to our resident Lich, as she tells the last story of the comic. Now hurry, she’s waiting. And I think my lover is ready for another several round….''

''I see I’m ending the comic again. Maybe I should talk to Morgana about opening the comic next issue… after she’s finished up there. Anyway, I’m Nichole, a Lich. And I have another story for you. Now please sit on the slab there. I’m pretty sure I cleaned up all of the semen from my last experiment. …Didn’t expect him to shoot out so much. Might need to remember that mixture next time.''

Anyway, my story is called…

Story idea by Eradose
A young man is setting up a camera in his bedroom. As he checks the feed on his computer, he looks around his room to make sure that everything shows up on the camera.

Over the past few weeks, there has been strange occurrences in the young man’s house. They were small at first, and could be attributed to being forgetful. Doors being unlocked, lights being left on, that kind of thing. But as time went on, other occurrences began to show up. The trash can in the garage being overturned could be attribute to animals from the woods… if there were any animals around the area that could get in the garage when the door is closed. Other things being knocked over, like lamps, tables, chairs, and whatnot… not so easily explained. Especially since he was living alone. There were also marks in the carpet that he couldn’t identify. And on occasion, he’s noticed some food having been eaten.

And then there was her….

It happened about the same time as the strange happenings in his house. In his dreams was a beautiful, voluptuous, strong willed woman, who was trying to seduce him. At least… he thinks they’re dreams. They were so vivid, and he can remember every detail. Sure, he has resisted her so far, but she’s been more and more persistent. And having a woman strip down in front of you, asking you to have sex with her, is kind of hard for him to resist.

Since it was happening at the same time, it was too much to be a coincidence. And whatever this weird… thing was, he was hell bent on finding out.

Skullface2578: R U Up, Matt?

The instant messenger chimes in with a message. The man walks over to the computer to respond.

Ladiesman562: Just setting up the camera, John.

John is a friend of his, and a co-worker. He was the one who gave Matt the camera. John was thinking the occurrence was some kind of ghost. Was always into those kind of “ghost hunting” shows, and got the camera if he ever went somewhere he though was “haunted”. The camera has a special filter for nighttime filming, and can directly connect to the PC. John was going to monitor the feed for any unusual activity.

Skullface2578: If I see anything, I’ll let you know.

'''Ladiesman562: Don’t stay up all night. We might be off work the next few days, but if you don’t see anything by 2 am, just wrap it up and go to bed. We can watch the rest of the night in the morning.'''

'''Skullface2578: Fine. See you in the morning then.'''

Matt then shuts off the monitor to his computer, and then head off for bed.

~The next day~

Matt woke up from his sleep, and looked at his clock. It was 10 in the morning, and it seems his bedroom door was slightly opened. He could have sworn he shut the thing. What was also strange was that the woman in his dream didn’t show up this time. Matt walked over to the computer, shut off the camera, and turned on his monitor…

Skullface2578: h67jmnuy

“Dammit,” Matt says to himself, “He must have fell asleep on the keyboard.”

Matt then activates his microphone, and yells as loud as he can.

Skullface2578: I’m up…

“I thought I told you not to stay up all night.” says Matt.

Skullface2578: Dude, you will not believe what I just saw!

“Turn on your mic already.” says Matt.

“Can you hear me now?” says John, over the computer.

“You sure sound like you were up all night.” says Matt.

“Just shut up and listen to me.” says John, “Last night, I saw something on the feed. Something was opening the door to your room.”

Matt could feel a chill down his spine after hearing that.

“What was it?” says Matt.

“You can check the feed yourself.” says John, “It should have a recording. Check at about 1 am. But… I did forget to mention one thing.”

“What thing?” says Matt, bringing up the recording of last night.

“The camera is equipped with a ‘photo mode’.” says John, “I can activate it remotely from here. I tried to take a picture of what was opening the door, but I forgot to shut off the flash function. It ruined the shot.”

Matt looked at the feed at the time John mentioned, and he did see that something was opening the door to his room. But, before he could get a good look at it, there was a bright flash. With the night vision on, the flash ruined any chance of a clear look. Even pausing the footage, he couldn’t even get a clear outline of whatever it was.

“But I think the flash scared it off.” says John, “Although, you might want to check the next room…”

Just as John says that, Matt can hear crashing sounds coming from the video. He runs to the bedroom door and opens it, seeing total chaos. Tables knocked over, contents spilled all over the floor, as if someone bolted out of there in a hurry. More damage than what he’s seen before. Matt was more shocked that he was able to sleep through all that.

“John,” says Matt, “since when do ghosts get startled by flashing lights?”

“Well,” says John, “I haven’t heard of a case yet, but…”

“I think this is something else.” says Matt, “Something breaking into my house. I think we need to change tactics.”

“How?” says John.

“How soon can you get here?” says Matt.

~Hours later~

Matt and John check the batteries on their cameras as they set up tents in the backyard.

“Okay, it should be dark soon.” says John, “We got motion sensors in your room, the hallways, your front door… Just about everywhere in the house we know that are visited by whatever is coming in at night. The motion sensors are tied to my tablet, so we can see if any of them are tripped tonight. We also got the camera running in your room again with a direct feed to the tablet as well.”

“And if someone comes in my room,” says Matt, “we’ll have them on camera this time. If not, we have our own cameras to capture this intruder.”

“Since this thing comes in around the middle of the night,” says John, “we better get a short rest so we’re not groggy when we set up this sting.”

“Hopefully, whoever, or whatever this is,” says Matt, “they’ll fall for the decoy in my bed. Let’s hit the sack. I want to be rested before we do this.”

~Shortly thereafter~

Matt wakes to see himself in a strange room. Or rather it would be if he wasn’t in this same room almost every night when he was dreaming. The windows along the walls are covered with purple curtains, and look out into a white void. The plush carpet also is in the same royal purple color, and there are rose peddles in a trail leading to the bed in the center of the room. The bed itself is queen sized, with black sheets, red pillows, and a clear purple curtain surrounding it.

And right there, sitting in the middle of the bed, was that woman again. Her purple dress is lying at the foot of the bed, and what she was wearing was crotchless panties, and pasties over her breasts. It was clear she was going right to the point this time.

“Fufufu…” she says, “Oh, how I have wanted you for the longest time. Are you finally going to accept my offer and sleep with me?”

“Why are you doing this?” says Matt, “I know this is a dream, but you sure as hell were never a part of them to begin with.”

“Are you saying I’m not the girl of your dreams?” she says, getting up on all fours and shaking her hips in the air. “I’ve done this all for you. Studied what your ideal woman is, and tried my best to be like that ideal.”

“No, this isn’t.” says Matt, “You can look like the ideal woman all you want, but you sure don’t act like it.”

In a flash, her face was right up to his. He could feel her large breasts pressing up against him.

“And how is it you want me to act?” she says, dropping the playful tone she had for a more serious one.

“Why don’t you just act like yourself?” says Matt, “You said yourself you’re trying to be the ideal woman. So drop the act, and be yourself.”

“I can’t be myself.” she says, “In dreams, I can be what I want, or what I would want others to see me like. I can’t even approach people unless in a dream.”

“Then show me what you really are then!” says Matt.

“Don’t yell at me!” says the woman, putting her head in her hands, and the dream beginning to break down around her. “I… I can’t show you. I can’t break this image of myself. I have no confidence outside of the dream.”

“So you make this illusion in the dream?” says Matt, “For what?”

“For you!” says the woman, looking at him with tears in her eyes. “Don’t you get it?! I’m normally a weak, spineless creature in reality. I can’t even build up the nerve to talk to someone like you. But in here, I can be whatever I want. Whatever you want. …I’m so pathetic.”

The woman drops to her knees, as the dream drifts into a black void. Only her and Matt remain. Her clothing is back on, and she looks away from him.

“So why not just reveal yourself to me?” says Matt, “Outside of this dream?”

“I…” says the woman.

Suddenly, the dream vanished, and a bright flash of light appears before him. Suddenly, he hears someone calling for him.

“Matt! Matt! Wake up, man!”

Matt finds himself waking up in a sleeping bag in a tent. It takes him a few moments to remember what was going on.

“Dude,” says John, “I saw something in the woods! I tried to get my flashlight on it, but it ran off before I could get a good look at it.”

“And why were you using a flashlight,” says Matt, “and NOT the nightvision mode on the camera?”

“I panicked…” says John, “Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“Well grab your camera and get going!” says Matt, “I want to track whatever that is down.”

“Are you sure, man?” says John, “I mean, shouldn’t we call the cops or something?”

“And what are we going to say?” says Matt, “We saw some shadows in the woods? Come on already! We’re gonna loose it!”

Matt hurries to his feet, grabs his camera, and runs off into the woods, with John close behind him. Matt then motions for John to go off to the left, while he went off to the right. John hesitates for a moment before he complies. Once Matt and John are separated, Matt slows down to a walking speed. He turns on his camera, and makes sure the nightvision mode was activated. But, before he can bring his camera up, he sees something on the ground. Looking at them closer, they looked like… hoof-prints. Like from a horse or something.

“Matt! Matt! Can you hear me!”

Matt is startled for a moment, but he remember that John gave him a two way radio, just in case they get separated during their investigation.

“You okay there, John?” says Matt, answering the radio.

“I seem to have lost track of it.” says John, “I’m pretty deep in the woods here. I need to head back, or I might not find my way back to the house.”

“I think I might have found some tracks.” says Matt, “I’m going to follow them and see where they go.”

“Hang on!” says John, “I’ll come find you.”

“Don’t bother.” says Matt, “Just get back to the house, and I’ll radio if I find anything. I can follow the tracks back to the house if they don’t go anywhere. I need to find out what made them before I loose them.”

Matt then shut off his radio. He knew John would protest going off on his own, but there was no time. Whatever it was, it got a significant lead on him. And if he didn’t hurry, he’d loose it. Not to mention, if this was what he suspected it was, startling it was the last thing to do in this situation.

Matt carefully followed the tracks, trying to be as quiet, and as quick, as possible. Soon, he saw a small light in the woods. He began to go towards it, the light getting brighter and brighter, until he finds himself looking at a small hut in the woods. It seemed to have been made with twigs and leaves. Next to it is a small campfire. And in the illumination, he could see something behind the hut. It seem to be hiding behind the hut from him. Matt didn’t know if it knew he was there or not, but he wasn’t going to take his chances. He backed away slowly, until he was sure he was out of earshot, and turned on his radio.

“John, you there?” says Matt.

“Dude?!” says John, “What happened?! The radio cut out, and I was about to call the cops.”

“Don’t.” says Matt, in a whisper. “I think I found it. There’s a hut here in the woods. I can’t get a good look at it, but I don’t want to startle it either, or alert it that I’m here. I’m going to shut off the radio, and try to see what it is. If I’m not out of the woods by dawn, come after me.”

“Dude, this is crazy.” says John, “It’s like some Blair Witch or Slenderman shit. At the first sign of trouble, you better run like hell.”

“I’m not an idiot.” says Matt, “I’m not going to take a chance if it’s too risky. Going silent now.”

“Good luck.” says John, before Matt shuts the radio off.

Matt then makes his way back to the hut. The form hasn’t moved since he backed off, so it looked like she didn’t hear him while on the radio. At least, he thinks it’s her. The same woman from his dream. It’s couldn’t be a coincidence now. This must be her. Matt slowly makes his way to the hut, and looks around it.

Sitting inside the hut was a woman who’s lower body was that of a small horse. The bangs of her hair were nearly covering her eyes, and her hair was only shoulder length rather than down to her waist. She was also wearing a purple robe of some kind, rather than a dress. But, there was do doubt. It was the same woman he saw in his dreams. And… she seemed to be cowering in her hut. Now everything made sense. Why she could only show herself in dreams. She was a very timid woman. And the fact she was a centaur of some kind also would make it hard for her to move around in the open.

Matt slowly made his way closer to her. He didn’t want to startle her. Once he got close enough, he slowly put his hand on her shoulder. As soon as he touched her, she let out a yelp, and turned quickly towards him. Her face having the expression of shock and embarrassment.

“It’s okay.” says Matt, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His reassurance did little to calm her nerves. She is still frozen in the spot.

“Listen,” says Matt, “I can see how afraid you are. But you were so confident in the dream. Maybe we can work together to give you that confidence in the real world?”

She looks away for a moment before nodding her head.

“Come on.” says Matt, “You can live in my house. I’ll make sure you’re not alone anymore.”

Matt reaches out his hand to her, and she reluctantly takes it. Making sure to put out the campfire before leaving, he leads her back to his home. But, when he turns back, he notices that her lower half has changed. She was now on two legs. Sure her feet were still hooves, but from a glance, it looks like she was merely wearing stockings.

“Nice trick you got there.” says Matt.

“Marla.” she says.

“Huh?” says Matt.

“M… my name is… Marla.” she says, “I’m… a Nightmare.”

“More like a dream to me.” says Matt.

END

''Now, I guess I should point out that most Nightmares, being such timid creatures, when confronted by a man, would take a lot more effort to calm down, but Marla was so stricken by him, she found a backbone few of her kind had, in a manner of speaking. In fact, she’s one of the few Nightmares who have at least half the confidence she has in her dreams. Then again, having such a man supporting her, it could give even the most timid being the confidence to do anything they set their mind to. Last time I checked, their wedding was in a few weeks.''

''Of course, that’s it for our stories. At least for now. Be sure to drop by again for more stories. Now if you’ll excuse me, tonight’s story has given me an idea for a new potion. I think I might be able to make a subject of mine’s anatomy as big as a horse’s, if you know what I mean. Good night.''