Too long, too short. It's hard to say what the truth is. But it had been a while since Saira had ever been... touched. So often enough life seemed normal. She had in many ways, due to mysterious events beyond anyone's knowledge, even forgotten exactly all of what happened - buried in memory. ...But. Not deep enough. So her dreams still retained it. Even if her imagination meant sometimes it got lurid, strange, all too confusing, before the memories of monsters came in.
And they often did.

...So, the girl curled up asleep in her dorm in reality... Saira's dreaming self was instead moving through a somewhat normal slurry of strange dreams - something blending her habit of videogames and fantasy with reality, hopping from story to 'reality' incoherently as easily as having one minute as a wizard becoming another holding the game controller that moved them Or, later, reminiscences of school life plain and simple. For a while it could just be a plain mess. Yet... By the time her dreams stabilized? Saira had ended up...

In a library, relatively deep and dense. It seemed like a far more fantastical 'parody' of Shokushu's campus library, where the bookcases towered higher than they ought, or the topics seemed a bit more unreal than you'd think - for every novel, textbook, or the like she'd find, there may be one or two tomes that resembled... say, one a certain Head Girl showed her - incomprehensible and seemingly supernatural. It was into this scenery...

...That an unremembered monster would enter.

Amidst the foul fumes of the demon realm, a figure laid in midair; waiting, studying. Her proud horns crowned her head and her tail swayed from side to side as her orange eyes stared at something within the dark and red mist. Oh, how the converted mare in her domains had cried out hours ago. Her voice still lingered in Sylvana's mind. She recalled it again, and again, and again. What else could she expect? She had lost her past, turned to serve the Vor Shyraya mare and failed to obey such simple orders to bring back energy for the next ritual. Pathetic. Detestable.

She needed amusement. She needed food. She needed a prey. It was time to prowl on the girls in Shokushu. To hunt down her next victim. Every time she returned it was a feast for her. Such an ample variety of women to choose from. From the magical to the weakest human. From the brave defenders of their peers to the innocent, fragile ones. She enjoyed breaking them all. She desired to drink from all of them.

Night time. So many already in the dorms. Some busy with their friends, quenching their own lust. Would those enjoy a little interruption?
"Ah... What's this?" Amidst the myriad of options one stood out. Such a volatile dream world. Turbulent. Limited by something. One who has not truly forgotten the rapes she endured. The sensations. The pleasure. And the terror. She was the target among the pack. And it was time to dine.

A library unlike all others. Yet familiar all the same. Mountainous bookcases that as Saira kept walking lost linearity and symmetry; curving and meeting one another, becoming entangled in a jungle of knowledge. Knowledge forbidden for her. Illegible, archaic. Magical. She had seen those symbols and markings before. Why not focus on the ones she could read? Mathematics, look at the pinwheel spinning in the page. Is that the latest bookseller fantasy novel?

Hungry eyes stared deeply at her. From the shadows, behind every corner. She was not alone anymore. Her womanly curves piqued the attention of the visitor, the invader. An exotic silhouette, of olive skin and hair like flowing in the wind like it was water. How would she taste? What would her cries sound like? That information was within the books as well.

With a twist of her wrist, with an ounce of her will, Sylvana imprinted the curiosity in Saira's mind. What else was there in this library? Keep reading. Perhaps she'd find the escapades of a certain egyptian adventurer girl. Novels and textbooks derailed to such weird passages and examples. Romantic undertones, fantastical journeys with a plot twist or two. It seemed not every hero or heroine was victorious in the end.

Through those halls, Saira went. It made her wonder at what could be, what was here? Yet, following the hazy compulsion of a dream's curiosity, the girl grabbed a volume. It was labeled... she wasn't sure what, the letters jumped a bit when she stared at them? But yet, reading the book she just knew what was in it. Stories. ...Cheesy dungeon-play with a blatant Egyptian theme, though with this strange insistence on...

Her brows furrowed and Saira squinted. "What... Why the, suit and... bondage devices...?" She muttered, paging through. It was like some kind of anthology, and the girl was actually walking through the library now as she focused on it. Another about some kind of infection that made girls aggressive and... wait. Sexually aggressive. "There's something I can't quite put my finger..." Or maybe one about a girl trapped in a locker with toys running at... and. Or the one with a girl somehow... or... She even recognized names and pictures. Girls, more than the strange fantasy creatures. "...Pia? Why do I remember that name. Or. Wait, Vera, she works here as..." Though. There was something other than just confusion and glimmering memories. There was something about some of that reading material that made her feel a mixture of alarm...

...and dripping arousal. Whether being trapped stimulated or filled in every hole or... It. It made this uncanny familiarity feel all the more 'wrong'. And, well, by now she wasn't watching where she was going, whilst in this strange sense of things becoming all too, far too, vivid to ever be quite a dream. And Saira on some level was already feeling uneasy at that.

Only a matter of time. Or an obstacle, a blind turn. Something to escalate it and make the truth known.

Lost in a maze of books, in a maze of desire and hidden perversions. Did the infection adversely affect the girls or simply released their true selves? Like a zombie outbreak, these girls carried the infection to one another, converting them into nymphomaniacs, until they needed to sate their lust by force. It didn't seem that bad, actually... To be caught by these wanton girls, hands and legs snatched and caught by them as they discarded any clothes. It was a story of succumbing to that infection, and spread it to others.

With every page Saira turned, the book started unleashing more and more of the Mare's magic upon the oblivious student. Every page turned only made her arousal grow. Temperature increasing, nipples hardening, a feeling of need in her loins.

The stories of the trapped girl and others were fantastic, as well. Fantastic and sublime reads. But why did they show fellow students in their illustrations? Their faces were blurry and twisted, yet in her mind Saira knew it was them. She could see their naked bodies in all their glory there, being filled by tendrils of eldritch origin and trapped in complicated mechanisms that didn't stop pleasuring them until they could no more.

Reading further only made her body feel pleasure growing inside. If she kept it up, what would happen to her when she finished the book? She would know there was only way to find out. And all the while, those hungry orange eyes stared at her from every corner, devouring her curvy, alluring body that had wandered too far for her own good now.

Bookcases stopped surrounding her as she found herself in a series of hallways. It seemed familiar to a fantasy dungeon, like an old wizard's arcane tower. Full of mysteries and power, had the library been part of it too? But there was more interesting things going around her. From behind those walls, wails of passion and screams of ecstasy echoed. Wandering close to them would reveal inside the same scene, the same story she was reading. Why imagine it when she could see it for herself; watch how the caught girl had her limbs forced apart as a monster began impaling her sex. The pool of juices beneath her told a curious story.

It was alarming to see these scenes, to somehow know they felt familiar and yet extraordinary. It was wrong seeing so many defiled women, but was it wrong because it was simply unusual? Perhaps it was a taboo to be broken, pleasure to be enjoyed rather than avoided. Maybe that's why she felt her womanhood drip with her juices, she knew it felt good. Wrong? Who knew. But good? Yes. As she passed another page, Saira was starting to be covered in an exotic outfit. Taken from pieces of her memories of games and novels, Sylvana put it together to form a desert theme, a mystical adventurer clad in white sashes and robes with golden accessories, all the while leaving much of her skin showing. It felt light, it felt correct, as it flowed along with her body's curves as she walked. Little by little the invader's magic intended to make her ask herself: did she keep reading out of curiosity, or because she enjoyed all that was depicted here?

As tomes gave way to tombs (or, well, the kind one might raid anyway), Saira seemed uncannily like she noticed... more than she would if this were a normal dream? Her body shifted uncomfortably with the changing clothes, and it near-to looked like her ears perked at the sound of the cries of passion (of fear, too?). Her face was starting to rise from the book, yet her eyes didn't fully leave its pages. Even when she glanced to the girl beside her in the dream, just a few paces away, being filled - her eyes darted back to the book with a bright flush on her cheeks. When she saw devices vibrating at another's body while she was left helpless, Saira ended up half-looking in a suspended state between book and scene. Something.

She knew there was something!

...The question eventually rose, yes. With how much her body burned with arousal, how wet her legs were getting, the girl had to wonder why it looked so... so good. Why all of this caught her imagination and made her body shudder with delight, not (...only...) terror. It brought her to a halt when she stared at a scene of a girl and nearly a hundred tentacles dancing together (or, "dancing" - this particular girl in her dream hardly wanted to do it) over her book. ...Because then she paged backwards. And she saw it in the book. And. ...Recited. "This one was different, to the girl." She read, conjuring words from that same simple knowledge of what was in the book even when words blurred in dreams. "It spoke to her first, in her mind. A being beyond dimensions, cryptic, and strange. The most insidious of them all, maybe, for how it made her know the truth, and doubt the very reason she did anything she did in this place." The... scene before her - woven as it was by Sylvana - wasn't going to change easily. Yet, for a moment, her own 'dream' was interfering. The tentacles slowed down. For a moment... a boy appeared. Strange, uncanny, that slightest bit wrong. And he flickered, the image faltering against something more powerful than her. "In the end, she agreed to have sex with it - with him, with the con of experiencing something kind, something she missed. ...But all it would do for her was corrupt her resistance to these pleasures." She continued to recite, like a woman possessed. Something was... strange here. The image of the boy faltered, and evaporated. "And it came again, to her. And in its distant regard, had no problem at all filling her holes and tying her up, willing or not. ...And she chose willing, admitting she loved it to herself."

At which point things went a bit off the rails. Saira closed her book with a slam, and tossed it to the floor. Though her body quivered with heat, her legs were soaked with lust? ...There was that small fire in her eyes of what, quite probably, made her strong. The Truth. "Did all of this... Happen?" She asked. "And. And I liked it. ...But. ...That isn't... that isn't right." Doubt, festering, as she turned this way and that, sashes swaying around. "And what are th-these clothes? And. ...Wait. wait. This isn't real... I'm d... dreaming!"

Beat.

She wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting. For the unsettling scenes of sex to stop because she disbelieved? For her to go lucid and somehow have more control? It. ...It wasn't happening. In fact, she was pretty sure she knew how to lucid dream, even. ...So what gives? The girl looked up, as if that were the designated direction you look to contact something you can't see."This is too vivid to be a dream, though. ...I. But these are..." And then she put her hands on her hips and shouted, voice starting to waver with renewed fear. For, after all, with her mind starting to jog about what a monster 'is', Saira knew damn well that taunting them wasn't good. And... she still didn't quite know all of what they could, or would do. "Sh-show yourself! I know someone's changing r-reality around me! I'm ... I. I'm going to face you! I don't h-have any other choice!" Ah, so she was discarding right-off that she was in a dream, now. And... how cute, thinking she had any hope against Sylvana - or whoever she thought was involved for that matter! But she made her stand, shaking, thinking that she had just called upon a demon in a cursed land. ...And between her legs, a clench signalled even more of those juices flowing. Her body knew what was coming, after all...

She had her answer, a third answer that somehow included the previous two. She kept reading because she was seeking memories with curiosity. But. The last memory that proved the book was about Saira herself? Was one she enjoyed. And she was hesitating to really grasp it. But maybe a 'kindly' Mare could, ah.

...Give her a push into the truth?~

For a single second, all noise and movement stopped. The girls and monsters stopped to turn to watch her, but they continued to ravage and be ravaged, so quick that it didn't even seem evident that everything halted at all. What she knew about, and what she was capable of, in a dream didn't fit with what was around her. That uncertainty was confusing, but gave way to a fact. She was not alone.

When she turned around, quaking legs coated in a sweet nectar that continued to drip. Torn between these findings and what she wanted to believe, she was not ready to face anything, and much less a Mare ready to seize her prey.

But what came out from a corner was not a monster. It was a young woman, olive-skinned, with black hair and glasses over her violet eyes. Orbs that stared right back at her. It was Saira, dressed in her uniform, turning to face her completely, just a small distance ahead. Sylvana, dressed and wearing Saira's appearance, cocked her head to one side.

"This is more than a dream. It's a journey of self-discovery. This is the truth, hidden inside you."

From the shadows behind her, a myriad of tentacles all too familiar approached Sylvana. They slithered over her body as she drew a hand across her chest, pressing against her breasts and taking a finger to her lips, licking it. "Isn't this familiar to you? It's how you look when you let them take you. Your own image, you can understand why they come after you. And you let go in their grasp."

All of those events, so many orgasms, so much pleasure. Her body knew how it felt, it was eager to experience it all, again. But surely this...

"This is wrong, you think. Can you handle the truth? Or do you want to deny it? Is this a play of some kind? Do you want to prove yourself wrong?" More tendrils came from behind the real Saira. They moved slowly, silently. Concede, forced Sylvana the word into her mind. It would prove so easy to spread her legs and relish the bliss she knew something like this could provide. But so many tried to resist, fruitlessly, the Mare knew. It only made the fall much more enjoyable to her!

"Do you admit it's true that you love it? Just say yes and it will feel absolutely sublime.

"And yet..."

Saira had begun that after Sylvana's monologue. While there was still a fire in her eyes, something about.... all of this was starting to wear at her. Seeing... herself? She could tell, with all the analysis she kept performing, that everything was wrong. Word choice, gestures. ...Whoever wore her shape was far more sultry and in control than she was. ...She wasn't sure what to think about it, but... No. N-no. She couldn't just give up that easy. Even if this was all a farce...

"You're dodging the point. You're not me." She said, with a voice far firmer than her will. She could feel something behind her. Slowly creeping, wet air around the tendrils. Yet, Saira tried to continue. "And 'a journey of self-discovery' answers for the 'narrative' but not the metaphysics of what's happening." Yet Saira almost got firmer, even as her body was tensing, shifting in that gauzy outfit and still dripping down below. Her body's language didn't at all match up with her voice's...

"I don't need to ask you what you want." She almost spat that out, the disdain, or maybe hate, Saira was showing. So tense, so tense. Was she... trying to mask her fear with something else? Cover up her arousal with anger? "But, come on. I deduced it could be a dream! Do you seriously think I'm not going to keep pressing? That I'll stop there?!" Oh, fierce. ...Yet when the tentacles behind her were closer now, when she finally registered that whisper in Sylvana's actual voice...

...Saira was using her pride as an intellectual as a shield. It was at this point unmistakable. As long as she could keep picking away at what was and wasn't real, at who or what Sylvana was, at anything and everything into the depths of reality that she could plumb. Disassemble. Well, analyze? Saira could allegedly hold on longer. Of course. ...If she had no backup, this could be derailed early. And... Of that defense?

There was a crack. Her thoughts, not 'spoken', weren't nearly so guarded.

"I can't just... give in. Especially not so... soon! Why does enjoying it even once have to mean I just... f-fold...? How can any... pleasure be worth this?"

"No, but this is the real you."

Saira's struggles, her thoughts and fears, were like an open book to the Mare. Her own arousal and confusion fed her power over her dream despite the anger and bravery she tried to show. Discovering bits and pieces of what was happening drove her forward. But there was really only one direction Sylvana wanted to push her towards.

The tendrils caught Saira. They seized her arms and legs first and she could feel those slimy tentacles wrap and slither around her limbs as they would overpower her strength and force them apart. What was shown before her was no more the Mare dressed in her appearance, but a mirror revealing her own alluring looks and how the mass of tentacles grew behind her. And just beside her, a Mare of a beautiful, voluptuous silhouette with purple skin; whose orange eyes stared at her with a smile.

"The truth is much simpler than what you think it is, Saira. This is a dream, and very, very real. I'm here to feed from you, to make you admit what you already know but don't want to accept. A monster like you call them, the Mare of your nights, that wants you to realize that this pleasure is what you crave for."

She walked before Saira, her lithe hands pulling away at those exotic robes to expose her succulent torso and perky mounds, those lovely nipples standing at attention. Those hands of hers burned with molten passion that simply injected her nubile body with pleasure wherever they touched. Ignited fires in her bosom as she teased the curves of those breasts. Just what would it feel like if she caressed her netherlips? Would she love to feel her or those tendrils taking her now?

"You only have to say yes. After all, you know you have enjoyed these kind of activities before, don't you?

Don't you want me to do more to you?"