User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Nightmare (cursed sword) (dream induce)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068446/r/4400000000000453935

Rather odd story, if I do say so myself. The prompt wasn't exactly easy to work with and so I went with it as I could.

'' Guy picks up a cursed sword (not the monster-girl, the sword). Hijinks ensue. ''

A lot left to interpretation and story plot could be just about anything.

Hope you like it!

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“What’s so special about this sword anyway?” I said looking at the ornate blade.

“This sword is said to be so sharp so powerful, that it can actually cut people who just look at it!” The geezer said with his gap-toothed grin.

“If it’s so powerful, why are you selling it at this price?”

“Because the sword is also cursed!”

“What’s the curse?”

The man’s face grew serious. “It is said that whoever wields the sword is driven mad by nightmares!”

I scoffed. “Dreams? If people are afraid of dreams then they are just cowards! I’ll take it!” I said and paid him his five gold coins.

I relaxed at my table at the tavern and ordered another round for myself. Polishing the weapon, and noticing its runes of ancient power.

Thankfully a local mage was around, and said that the runes were initially scribed to allow the owner of the sword to train in dreams. That it stated it had the power to cut the fabric of dreams and those who behold it while dreaming….not cut people by looking at it.

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“So, what you’re saying is….it's a training sword?” I said  with an exasperated sigh to the mage.

“You know, that would be an excellent! Description for it! Yes! A training sword.” He scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to me. “Just recite these words and the sword’s power will activate.”

“Cut through the fabric of reality and to the lands of dreams, send me an opponent that will test my mettle.” I said looking at the paper.

The mage shrugged as the sword’s runes illuminated. “Tell me if it works, okay?”

I nodded, “Sure, blasted thing, as if I needed a training lesson.”

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“Stand and fight!” A voice cried out, I spun with  my sword in hand and just barely blocked a scythe that was aimed for my neck.

“Who the devil are you?” I cried out, seeing a beautiful woman dressed in a dark robe and holding a curved war-scythe.

“My name is not required. Stand and fight!” She cried out.

I tried to move, tried to block, stab, slash, and parry; but she was too fast, and I was too slow, moving in a way typical of dreaming.

Before long, I was disarmed and the woman sneered as she seemed to command the ground itself to hold my arms and legs in place.

“Off me woman! Off!” I cried out as she began to tease my flesh, undulating her body against mine and teasing the string to my leggings with her teeth.

The torturous agony of unfulfilled desire was coupled with my inability to fight like I knew I could! I struggled and struggled but to no avail.

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''“I said off! Woman!”'' I cried out and sat up in bed.

I panted looking at the sword. I had half a mind to melt it down for daring to tease me like that!

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“So, did it work?” The mage said as I returned to his shop in the town.

“Yes! It did, but what kind of training sword is this if I can’t move in dreams like I do in real life?”

The mage shook his head. “You have  to think, not move when you’re in the dream. That’s when you will be able to move faster in real life and in dreams.”

“It’s that simple? That sounds like foolishness!”

The mage shrugged. “Well, at least that’s what the dream magi all say. I wouldn’t know, but there is one in town.”

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After visiting the dream Magi, I found out that not only was the technique sound, but he told me that my dream was actually caused by an entity that had magical power.

“You mean to say, it wasn’t just the sword?”

The dream mage shook his head. “Not exclusively. But- It’s hard to say. The magical trace is so faint. Maybe if you make the sword work again for you, I can know for sure.”

I groaned. My next tour with my adventuring guild wasn’t for another week...so….why not?

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“Fool! You come for me again? Was last night not enough? It never is!”

I turned and ensured to only think about my movements, and found that we were evenly matched, surprising the woman.

“Very good! But tell me are you able to keep up? All night long?” She purred brushing her breasts against me, teasing me like last time.

“I’ll show you, woman!” I cried out and clashed with her again, and again she just teased me with her body, always seeming to be just out of reach.

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“By the way- my name is Mane, what’s yours?” She purred actually letting one handhold go to grab my stiffened flesh.

I grunted and shoved my shoulder against her and almost swatted her scythe from her grasp. “Vlad! Remember the name!” I cried out as I rushed in.

Mane used the long end of her scythe to tangle my legs and did a spin that caught me off guard and I fell again. And again she had the earth pinned as she teased me until I woke up, sore, throbbing and full of rage.

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This time the visit to the dream mage produced better results. He did a few tests and grunted.

“Yep! This is the work of a nightmare!” He said with a smile.

“I can see that!” I muttered. “These dreams are making me lose my mind!”

He waved his hands. “No, no. Not a nightmare like in dreaming. But a nightmare mamono!” He said with a grin.

He looked over the sword and cast a few spells and then touched my forehead.

“There, the dreaming beacon has been activated, but this time you won’t fall asleep. When she nears your bed, all  you gotta do, is confront her.”

“And then what?” I said perplexed.

The mage shrugged. “Ask her to stop interfering with your training sessions. She’s the one who altered the enchantment on the sword. Probably to try to secure a strong husband. Nightmares are finicky creatures. Very shy and submissive if you catch them in the real world.”

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That night I waited, ready to make this teasing mamono pay for the frustration she caused.

I heard my door creak and something stepping inside. I positioned myself and-

“Eeeeek!” The nightmare cried as I grabbed her midsection, swung around and blocked the door.

I drew my sword and held it out. “How about now, my dear? Gonna stand and fight?”

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However, instead of my rage continuing to boil along with my frustrations, they subsided as the Nightmare collapsed into a heap and started to cry. Her vulnerable bearing and the way she cringed away from me was adorable….and more of a turn-on than I’d care to admit to.

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“Please don’t hurt me! Please!” She begged. “I just wanted to find a husband who was strong and could protect me and keep me safe! I didn’t want to hurt anyone….I was scared to approach you, but I saw you help that harpy! You were so kind!”

I lowered the sword and saw the traces of the woman who teased and haunted my dreams still. I stepped closer and said. “Well, and what do you think? You keep coming back. For what reason?”

She sniffed and looked up at me with her large, sad, blue-violet eyes. “I… I was going to….uh… I wanted to make you mine.” She finished in a whisper.

“I see.” I said, still feeling the lingering desire of the past few days. She glanced down at me and her cheeks flushed red. “Y-you still want me, even though I look like this?”

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I answered her with a kiss, and her blush grew hotter. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me.

Eventually we found ourselves on the bed, once again going through our training routine, but this time in person with different weapons.

And this time, I won for sure. Causing her to squeal, moan and pant, eventually collapsing next to me just as dawn started to smear the sky.

I sighed as I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts of realizing that buying the sword was perhaps the best five gold coins I ever spent.