A Night in the Ruins

Story by Blitz the Dragon on SoFurry

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#16 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account


Day 62

My bad for not writing the past couple weeks. Just a couple days ago something really big happened, and I'm still not sure what to think.

After a bunch of back and forth visits to the ruins, I still wasn't getting anywhere in figuring out what their deal is. It was cutting into too much of my day going to and from the mountain. So finally I said fuck it, I'm gonna camp out there a couple nights.

That goat pelt I mentioned last time is pretty handy. I was able to tan it into some leather to make a bag out of it. I packed all my tools and some goat jerky (THAT was a whole several days of experimenting to get right) with a few water bottles. After I'd sketched out some directions to the ruins as best I could on the cave wall, just in case help arrived while I was at the ruins, and headed out. There were lots of leaves there I could build a bed out of, so I'd worry about that once it was closer to bedtime.

There's this big open space down the stairs, like an atrium or something. It opens up to the sky above, which is cool. I'd been meaning to camp under the stars at some point. Once I had the fire pit and my bed set up, I lit up another torch and looked through the underground corridors some more.

So, I haven't talked about it lately, but you know those fucking annoying whispers? Yeah, I still have to listen to them every night. I'm doing my best to tune them out. Mentioning it now because I swear I heard them while poking around in the hallways. I was barely able to hear it, and it could've been my imagination, but this'd be the first time I've heard them while I was awake and it was daytime.

I followed the rest of my routine and went to sleep that night. The whispers were louder than ever, and I didn't think I'd ever get to sleep. A couple of times I got up to check the corridors. I could still hear them there, but softer. After I laid back down the third time it finally hit me. They're coming from inside my head! Guess that explains a lot, actually.

The dreams started soon after I finally got to sleep. While the usual sex dreams were present as always, they were joined by something new. It's hard to describe, but I'll do my best. It was like I was experiencing a bunch of visions all at once, at the same time. Like I was watching multiple TV clips, but all at the same time on the same screen.

Some of the visions were familiar sights on the island. The waves crashing on the beach, the caves in the cliff I'm currently living in, the dense jungle where I do my hunting, they were all there.

But there was also stuff I didn't recognize. I saw a vast expanse of grassland that seemed to go on forever. I also saw snowy mountain ranges and deep under the ocean. During all of this I couldn't hear anything except for this low, rumbling sound. It was almost like an earthquake or one of those ASMR things.

Toward the end of the dream, I saw the mountain here on the island. Except I didn't really. It was more like a triangular hole in reality hovering where the mountain should be. Clouds and light seemed to get sucked into it, and there was a shining staircase leading up into it.

As I watched, I saw something - or someone - in this triangular hole. I could see the figure clearly, yet not at all at the same time. Don't ask me how the fuck that works, I don't know.

The shadow person - I think it was a person - never spoke or moved or anything. But I knew that it wanted something from me. That rumbling sound got louder the more I looked at it. I tried to ask it what the fuck it wanted, but I couldn't hear myself over all the noise. Suddenly, I heard a voice call "Gilda!"

Then, just like that, I woke up. It sounded like somecreature just a few feet from me had called my name, but I was completely alone.

I was soaked in sweat and my own juices. My pussy felt like it was on fire. I rolled out of bed onto all fours and reached back to start fingering myself. I hiked my tail up high and braced my legs wide. And I was just GUSHING. I know I've been getting increasingly horny the longer I've stayed on this island, but I can't remember the last time I needed to get off this bad.

The whole time I was growling and moaning and panting. Who's gonna hear me out on a deserted island anyways? I can be as loud as I want. And then I just absolutely shrieked as I came. I know supposedly some girls can squirt when they cum, and this is probably the closest I've gotten to that. My girlcum splattered loudly onto the stone beneath me. Course, I was nowhere near done.

I probably came a good three more times before I finally flopped back into bed exhausted. I fell back asleep pretty quick, and woke up this morning feeling refreshed and remembering everything from the night before.

Would love to get some insight into what that dream could've possibly meant. Was way different from the stuff I usually dream about. Was it trying to tell me something? Fucked if I know.

Weirdly enough, I found something at the ruins later today. It was on a wall that I'd passed a whole bunch of times before, but this is my first time seeing it. It looks like some kind of triangle, like the one that was in my dream. I checked to see if it was a fresh carving, but it looks and feels like it's been here for centuries.

Could I have maybe looked at it without realizing and then dreamed about it later? Guess that's one for the shrinks to figure out. I've been here for, shit, two months. Knowing my luck I'm probably going crazy from isolation and sexual frustration.

REALLY hoping someone finds me soon.

-Gilda