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Mara
by Maussie (address withheld)

***

A man is being plagued by nightmares for weeks on end. 
Every night again and again. It drains him from his 
energy. His doctor doesn't know what to do, as he 
appears healthy, and therapy doesn't work. Eventually he 
ends up looking into old European folklore for a remedy. 
He tries some of the suggestions he finds, and goes to 
bed. The following day he finds a surprise such as he 
could never have suspected. (Mf, nc, rp, 1st)

***

It was a couple of years ago, not long after my mother 
had died. I'd been having nightmares. And not just one, 
no every night again. They really deprived me of my 
energy. I would go to bed, have a restless sleep, and 
the next day I would be even more tired as the day 
before. I had no idea what caused them. My co-workers at 
the office eventually told me to go see a doctor, 
because they noticed that my problems were affecting my 
performance at work. 

Well they had a point. It had been a stressful period, 
with the funeral and all, so maybe I was suffering from 
high blood pressure. I went to see my doctor, and I told 
him about my problem, and he gave me a complete check 
over. But he couldn't find anything wrong with me. 
Physically I was in good condition for a man of my age. 
He then suggested to go see a therapist, as it could be 
something mental that kept me from sleeping properly. 
And maybe a couple of sessions of therapy could help me 
deal with things.

My doctor had a point, dealing with the loss of a loved 
one was never easy, and my mother's death had been 
plaguing my mind. So I contacted a therapist, and we 
talked and talked, but several weeks and many nightmares 
later, I decided to put an end to it, as it became 
obvious to me that this wasn't helping me at all.

I was pretty much a wreck by now. At work they sent me 
on sick leave, and I could barely make it out of bed at 
certain days. But then I saw something interesting on 
TV, on National Geographic. There was some program about 
old European folklore, and in it they also mentioned the 
nightmare. It was supposed to be some ghost or something 
that would haunt people at night, disturbing their 
sleep. 

Silly superstition I thought, but because I had nothing 
better to do - I was still on sick leave - and because 
the subject interested me somehow, as it came close to 
mythology, for which I had a love, I decided to read 
some more about it. First I tried the internet, but 
there wasn't much there, so I gathered my strength and 
went to the library. I knew they had a section on 
folklore and mythology, and I was sure that there would 
be some books on the subject of nightmares.

And they did. I found an old book called "Hidden 
Creatures from Ancient Times" that covered just about 
any and every being from folklore one could think of, 
including the nightmare. At first the book just repeated 
what I had heard on TV the evening before, but then it 
went deeper into the subject. It was told in the book 
that a nightmare could be two things. Either it was a 
kind of demon - a nature spirit, like elves but then 
evil - or it was the spirit form of a witch. 

In both cases however it would come to its victim's 
house during the night to dance around on the chest of 
their victim, causing him or her to have nasty dreams 
and sucking up all of his or her energy, until the 
victim died. It also said in the book that nightmares 
were attracted to grieve and sorrow, and many of their 
victims were people who had just suffered a loss. 
'Hmm...' I thought, 'All of this sounds awkwardly 
familiar to me.

Then I read on, and the book started giving old folk 
remedies to combat nightmares, from very simples 
solutions like someone calling the victim's name to wake 
him or her up, to a rooster crowing at first sunlight - 
spirits apparently don't like sunlight - to going to 
sleep with the arms and legs crossed, so the spirit 
could not perform it's ride on the victim's chest. I 
laughed about it as I read it. How on earth could people 
ever have been so superstitious as to believe something 
like that?

But then the book began to give more serious remedies. 
Objects of iron would stop them, so hanging things like 
horseshoes or sharp objects like knifes above doors and 
windows would keep them from entering through there. But 
it also read in the book that the spirit could come 
through a hole as small as a little crack in the wall, 
so placing iron objects still wasn't full proof. A 
horses' head would also ward off all sorts of evil 
spirits.

One could draw the spirit out by inviting them over the 
next day to lend them something. However had send the 
spirit would then have to show up and expose him or 
herself. But the best ways to combat the spirit was to 
spread something like baking flour on the floor, as the 
spirit could only leave with whatever it had come with. 

It could not take anything with it from the house, and 
the flour would stick to its feet, making it impossible 
for the spirit to leave. Or one could try to quickly 
seal off the entrance through which the spirit had come, 
as it needed to leave through there as well. The spirit 
could then only leave when the way was free again, after 
it had sworn to never come back again.

I laughed it off as simple superstition, but I still 
decided to give it a go. Hey, it would probably not 
help, but it certainly wouldn't hurt either. So I went 
home again, and that night, before I went to sleep, I 
made sure all openings I could find were sealed, and I 
spread baking flour all over my bedroom floor. Worst 
case scenario, I would have to clean it all up again the 
next day.

***

The next day I woke up, and I was amazed. For the first 
time in weeks, two months almost, I had a good night 
sleep. I had actually slept through the night without a 
single nightmare. I looked outside, the sun was shining, 
it was a beautiful day. I was full of energy again. 

Then I heard a muffled sound behind me. I turned my head 
and there, in a dark corner of my bedroom, by the far 
end of the bed, stood some sort of appearance, 
completely motionless. I took a better look, and saw 
that it was a teenage girl. First I thought I had just 
caught a little burglar red-handed, but then I looked 
again, and saw it. 

Although at first glance she looked human, she clearly 
wasn't. She was about five foot tall, had long reddish 
wavy hair, way down almost to her butt, and large 
emerald green eyes. Her ears were pointy and stood out a 
bit, and from her forehead, little goat-like horns stuck 
out. She wore a long greenish gown that hid her female 
shape. 

I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. The folklore was 
real? Nightmare spirits actually existed? No way! I 
crawled out of bed and dressed in just a T-shirt and 
briefs I walked towards her. She glanced at me with her 
big green eyes in a very pleading way, almost as if she 
was begging me to help her. 

I pondered about the situation. So this was the 
nightmare spirit, and this must have been her physical 
form, and because of the flour on her feet, she was now 
unable to change back to her spirit-form. She was 
trapped in my bedroom.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?" I 
asked the girl. She remained quiet.

"I asked you a question. Answer me!" I said as I felt 
myself getting angry.

She looked to the ground and shivered from my sudden 
outburst of anger. She pondered for a while and then, 
with a very soft voice that sounded more like the 
chirping of a bird, she said: "Mara..."

"What?" I said to her, "Speak up girl, I can't hear 
you."

"I'm sorry, your words, I am not used to them." She 
whined, "Where I come from, we speak different words." 

"You're here now, and you clearly know my words, so 
speak up, who are you?" I said.

"My name is Mara..." she replied, "Please can you help 
me? I can't move, there's flour sticking to my feet..."

"I know, I did that. And what exactly were you doing in 
my home?" I asked her next.

"I-I..." She stumbled, as she knew she was caught. But I 
didn't let her finish.

"Are you the one that's been causing me to have 
nightmares all these weeks?" I asked her then.

The girl looked away, and then to the ground. She was 
trembling all over, frightened as she was. 

"Please... I didn't... I just..." She stumbled again.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at her, "Answer my 
question, instead of trying to come up with excuses!"

I could tell she was about to cry, so I asked her again: 
"Are you the one that's been causing me to have 
nightmares all these weeks?"

Then, with a sob, she answered me: "Yes..."

Next thing Mara knew, she had ended up on my bed, after 
I had hit her in the face with a swing of my right hand. 
A swing that knocked her right off her feet.

"Ooowwwww... Please don't hurt me!" She whined and tears 
appeared in her eyes.

"Don't hurt you??? And why not??? Just what the hell 
have you been doing to me all these weeks, huh? You 
think I enjoyed that?" I yelled at her.

"I'm sorry, I can't help that, I have to do those 
things!" She yelled back at me.

"That's no excuse," I said.

She remained quiet for a moment, just holding her 
painful cheek, but then she asked: "What are you going 
to do with me?"

"That's a good question," I said, "Why don't you tell me 
what I should do with a creature that's been haunting me 
for weeks."

Mara looked at me with watery eyes: "Please just let me 
go. I promise I will never come back here again."

"Let you go... yeah that's a good idea." I answered to 
her, "I will let you go so you can do all of this again 
to someone else. I don't think so."

The nightmare spirit looked at me, and then at a small 
crack in the wall. She considered trying to escape, but 
she couldn't, the flour was still sticking to her feet. 
I had noticed what she was looking at.

"Is this where you came through?" I asked her.

"Yes..." She replied, completely docile now, not wanting 
me to hit her again. Then she saw me taking a tube of 
something off the closet. I took some stuff from the 
tube and smeared it into the crack. It was quick drying 
wall filler. Now her only way out was blocked.

"Please..." she whined. "Now I can't leave here!"

"Yeah I know, that was the whole idea," I said to her.

"What will you do with me...?" She asked now, sounding 
very sad, as she knew that she was in serious trouble.

"I intend to keep you here. You will work for me, as my 
slave, to make up for what you did to me," I told her.

Mara swallowed. She had heard stories about this 
happening to others of her kind. They had ended up 
staying with their man for as long as the man would 
live, and they even gave them children. Only on the 
deathbed of the man would they be released again. She 
certainly didn't want this to happen to her.

"Please no..." The nightmare begged, "Have mercy, I 
don't want that..."

"You are not in a position to demand anything, girl." I 
said, "Now that the crack in the wall is closed. Is 
there any other way for you to get away from me?"

"No... I can only leave the way I came..." She whispered 
in shock.

"So if the flour is washed from your feet, you will be 
able to move around, but not run away and escape?" I 
asked her next.

"Y-Yes... I have to stay close to you until you release 
me." She sobbed.

"Good." I said, "First thing I want you to do is clean 
my bedroom, starting with the floor. But before you get 
to that, I will give you something permanent from me, 
inside you. To make sure that you really won't be able 
to leave."

Mara looked at me. She didn't understand what I meant. 
But she would soon come to understand what I had in 
mind. Apart from her odd appearance, she looked just 
like a teenage girl. And a pretty one too with her green 
eyes and long reddish hair. Her pointy ears and little 
horns on her head I could live with. And with me being a 
thirty-five year old single guy, I was all too happy to 
suddenly find a teenage girl in my bedroom. Especially 
one that no-one even knew existed, or would miss. I had 
decided that she would be doing my housekeeping from now 
on, and she would keep me warm in bed at night. 

"Take off your gown." I told her.

"Wh-Whaahhh? No... Why?" She whined.

"Do it girl, or I will do it for you." I told her now.

She looked at me in shock, eyes wide. She couldn't 
believe it, this wasn't happening for real, it must be a 
nightmare or something she was trapped in - how typical, 
a nightmare trapped in a nightmare - that she couldn't 
get out of. But she did not want to aggravate me 
anymore, so reluctantly she did as I had ordered her, 
and she took off her gown, only to reveal a not so 
pleasant surprise. The girl had goat legs!

"What the hell?!?" I said astonished, and I took a step 
back.

I glanced at the girl, who suddenly seemed a lot less 
attractive to me. She really had goat legs. Her pussy 
still looked human, but from the groin down, she was no 
longer human. Her legs bent the same as goat legs, and 
they were thin from the knee down and covered in long 
soft hair. Hair that went all the way up to her pelvis 
and even partly on her butt cheeks, and her feet weren't 
human feet at all, they were two-toed hoofs.

"What the fuck are you...?" I whispered as I looked in 
horror at this little freak show that was sitting on my 
bed, desperately trying to hide her nudity. But I was 
way too much in shock to even notice her small but well 
shaped breasts or her nice slender figure. 

Mara saw the terror in my eyes, and carefully asked me: 
"What's wrong?"

It took me a while to get a grip again, but then I shook 
my head and said to her: "Those legs... Has no-one ever 
told you how hideous you look with those legs?"

Now it was Mara's turn again to be in shock. No-one had 
ever called her hideous before. As a nightmare, she was 
part of the old faerie-folk, and just about all the male 
faeries fancied her. They thought she was one of the 
hottest of the female faeries out there, and now this 
human had said that he found her repulsive, and that 
hurt her deep. She started to cry.

"Why are you so mean to me?" She sobbed while she held 
her head in her hands.

"Why not? What exactly have you done that will earn you 
my kindness?" I asked her, "You nearly killed me when 
you were haunting me."

"Yes, and I said I was sorry, but I can't help doing 
that. It's what I am. And now you caught me and that's 
bad enough for me as it is, please don't treat me this 
horrible... I do not deserve that." Mara said between 
two sobs. She had pulled her legs up against her body. 
Then she said: "Why can't you just let me go?"

But I didn't answer her. Instead I said: "Enough of 
this!" And then I grabbed her by her legs, and no matter 
how much I dreaded the idea, and pulled her towards me. 
This took her really by surprise, and she tried to crawl 
away from me, kick back at me, or anything to get away 
from me, but to no avail, as this little freaky looking 
faerie was no match for me. I held firmly on to her legs 
as she lay now right in front of me, on her back, fully 
exposed.

"No! Please... Don't..." She pleaded, but I wasn't 
listening.

I pulled her legs apart and placed my left knee on her 
right leg to hold it in place, while I began to 
stimulate her labia and clit with my left hand. She was 
pretty dry there and really needed it to get wet, 
otherwise it would simply hurt her too much.

Mara felt conflicting feelings now. She was just a young 
girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen in human years, and she 
had never had sex before in her life. No matter how much 
the male faeries had wanted to. And now she was being 
touched for the first time at her most private parts by 
a man, a human man no less. He was more than twice her 
age and size and obviously knew what he was doing, 
because she felt herself getting aroused at her crotch 
from his touch. But the idea of being raped by him 
resented her. She really didn't want that. She wasn't 
ready for sex yet, not with a faerie and certainly not 
with a human. 

She tried to struggle but it was pointless, I had her 
firmly under control. So finally she surrendered and let 
her head and arms fall back on the bed, and then she 
just let me do my thing. She couldn't even cry anymore.

I felt her abdomen shudder, and she moaned. This girl 
was getting near the point of having an orgasm. I didn't 
want that to happen just yet, and so I quit working her 
with my hand. She was quite wet by now anyway. 

Mara looked at me, slightly disappointed that I had 
stopped giving her that feeling of excitement, but also 
with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Hope that this was 
it, that I was done with her. But then she saw me taking 
my hardened dick out of my briefs.

"Noooooooo..." The young nightmare whined, as she knew 
what would be next. She had seen it before, between 
faeries, and between humans too. He would stick his 
thingy inside her and that would hurt her.

I ignored her plea and pressed the head of my dick 
against the entrance of her vagina. It felt weird, not 
just in my head, but also physically. I didn't mind a 
bit of hair at a female crotch, and I loved the look of 
a nicely trimmed landing strip, that was ever so sexy. 
But this was too much. But I was too worked up by now to 
call it quits. I had to go on now, all the way. So I 
pushed in.

"AAAHHHHH...!!!" Mara screamed as I ripped through her 
hymen and pushed my dick deep into her vagina. 'Damn,' I 
thought, 'she was still a virgin.' But then I figured 
'What else could she have been with such legs...' 

Meanwhile Mara bit her lip to try and fight the pain of 
feeling me filling her up. She was just a small girl and 
really to tight for me. But I didn't let that stop me 
from taking her.

I took a break for a minute or so, letting her and me 
both get used to the feeling of me being inside her. She 
panted and moaned continuously and begged me to take my 
dick out, but I wouldn't. She rested herself on her 
elbows now to give herself more support. She looked at 
me, wondering what would be next. Then I pulled out, and 
she was relieved, but just as she thought it was all 
over, I pushed back in, and this time I went all the way 
to the end, hitting her cervix.

"Owwwwooowwww..." She moaned.

Then I started thrusting in and out of her at a regular 
pace. Not too rapid, as I didn't want to come too 
quickly, but not too slow either, as staying too long in 
this freaky creature was too much for my sanity. But I 
did want to come inside her. Not so much for the 
pleasure from it, but rather because that meant that she 
had something in her that she didn't brought into my 
home, and she would be able to leave until it was out 
again. That was good for me, for my revenge on this 
girl, and it was good for every other unsuspecting soul 
around that would not be haunted by her now.

Mara felt herself getting aroused again as I thrust into 
her. The feeling had gone for a while when I had stopped 
working her with my hands, and that had actually made 
her feel sorry because despite the situation, she had 
enjoyed the feeling I gave her down there. And now it 
was back. The pain was much less now but the feeling of 
excitement grew ever more inside her. Somehow she felt 
that she was getting near a point that something was 
going to happen. Something she had never experienced 
before.

And then it came, in abundance. "WHOOAAHHH!!!" She 
screamed from pleasure.

"Oh gods... Oh wow... That felt so good," She panted and 
then asked me while I kept thrusting into her, "what was 
that? I've never felt that before!"

"You just had an orgasm. Your first apparently." I said 
as I felt myself reaching my peak as well.

"Oh..." She just replied.

I leaned forward and started caressing her breasts. 
Gently squeezing them and stroking her erect nipples 
with my fingers. Suddenly she felt me grabbing her more 
firmly, and then she felt my dick inside her spasm. Then 
without any warning, I grunted a bit and shot my cum 
into the vagina of the unsuspecting nightmare faerie. 
Wad after wad ended up in her, hitting against her 
cervix and flowing into her womb. 

Mara could feel the warm substance flow into her, and 
realized what this meant. This liquid matter I had just 
shot into her was there to stay for quite some time, 
preventing her from leaving my place for a long time. 
She cursed herself for allowing this to happen to her.

I pulled out of her when the last of my cum had entered 
the poor nightmare, as I didn't feel like staying in her 
any longer then necessary. She pulled her legs together, 
turned on her side and started to cry. I moved my head 
close to her.

"You understand what just has happened?" I asked her.

"Yes..." She sobbed.

"Good, then you know that you can't leave this place 
now. Not as long as my semen is inside you. And don't 
worry, we'll do this again from time to time, just to 
make sure that you keep having my semen inside you. And 
with any luck, you'll be having my baby now." 

Then I walked to the bathroom, I needed a shower, badly. 
Before I closed the door I said one more thing to the 
crying nightmare girl on my bed.

"Knock it off with your crying and get to work. I want 
to see this place spotless clean by the end of the day."

***

As time went by I kept on fucking her every now and 
then. She didn't get pregnant, our two species were 
probably just too different, and perhaps that was for 
the better as well. What on earth would a child from us 
have looked like and what sort of a life would it have 
had. No, it was better this way.

She remained with me for three years, and in those years 
we grew closer together. I stopped using her as a slave 
and started seeing her more as a girlfriend. I would 
even take her on dates, but she never really felt 
comfortable with that, as she always thought that 
everyone was constantly staring at her for her unusual 
looks.

After a couple of months I had gotten used to her enough 
to let her sleep with me in my bed, and after a while 
she even began to snuggle up against me in her sleep. 
But then, after three years, she suddenly disappeared. 
At first I didn't understand it. Had she run off? After 
all, she should not be able to escape from me. But then 
I noticed that the crack in the wall had opened up 
again. Poor quality wall filler I figured, or she had 
actually scratched it open. She must have prepared for 
this for quite some time, awaiting the right moment, 
when she knew she was free of my semen. In any case, she 
was gone, and I would never see her again, ever.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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