Alone in the Dark

It was supposed to end with a bang. Not with utter darkness and a silence so deep it felt like something was pressed on your ears. A terrible suspicion slowly creept into you as you found yourself completely unable to move. Couldn't wiggle your toes. Couldn't turn your head. Couldn't even blink. But you did feel a sickening twist in your stomach as your mind raced into an unpleasant conclusion.

Hey.

You missed. You didn't obliterate your brain. You just turned yourself into a vegetable.

Wake up.

This nothingness was your life now. No escape. No hope.

I haven't got all night.

A sharp pain pierced your consciousness and returned your mind to reality. You gasped for air as your hands reflexively shot towards your stomach, the source of the pain, in an attempt to protect it from further harm. They found... something cold and metallic? You cracked open your eyes and looked downwards. The gleam of a pure golden horseshoe was the first thing you saw. The second thing was the hoof pressing it into your stomach. You tried to grasp it, to find some way to lever it off yourself, but your grasp turned into a stroke as you noticed the texture. The fur was immaculate. Smooth and soft like silk, and as white as milk.

“Much better.”

A warm, female voice from somewhere above filled your ears. You let your eyes slowly wander upwards. The light, coming from somewhere behind you, highlighted the musculature on the calf and thigh. You noticed two slight mounds between the superbly-toned hind legs of the equine creature towering above you. Two feathery wings were pressed against its barrel, drawing your mind to the legend of Heracles. Finally, your eyes sailed up its elegant neck and you found yourself staring at two very pink eyes. For a split-second at least, before your eyes bolted to the tall, grooved horn on top of it's head.

“My, my. Weren't you taught that it is rude to stare?”

Your scrambled mind attempted to put together a response, but was cut short by a soft giggle. The pressure on your stomach disappeared and you heard a quiet clop as the hoof hit the floor you were lying on.

“Or perhaps it is an acceptable display of admiration among your kind?”

You pried your head and torso off the floor with your elbows, wincing as your muscles and joints protested. You were stiff and sore from lying on the cold stone floor for too long, but managed to shift into a sitting position.

“But tell me one thing, stranger.”

How long had you been there? How come you weren't dead? You did your best to focus on her warm and melodic voice, but couldn't stop the questions from drifting in. A series of clips echoed in the small room as the equine re-oriented itself so you found yourself facing its hindquarters and an admittedly impressive-looking tail that appeared to be made of aurorae.

“Why did you decide to take the coward's way out?”

Your mind was suddenly empty, leaving you slack-jawed and at loss for words. A short silence followed, during which you attempted to cobble together a response.

“Were you too weak to face reality?”

As soon as you drew breath, the white alicorn interrupted like she had been waiting for it.

“Did the love of your life leave you?”

Her voice dropped in tone as she kept mocking you.

“Did someone hurt your feelings or say something mean?”

”I-”

You reflexively flinched backwards as the creature flicked its tail at your face.

“You know, I don't actually care. Because I don't have to.”

The tail just barely missed you as you placed a hand behind yourself for support and leaned heavily on it, and for some reason the air current it made brought a hint of the smell of something earthy with it.

“Because to you...”

Clippity-clop. She brought herself around to face you and lowered her head so her eyes were level with yours. For a second you thought you saw something orange in them, but it was gone when you looked closer.

“...I don't have to be the benevolent deity.”

The corners of her mouth curled upwards as a creepy grin overtook her until then gentle face.

”Wh-”

Her horn flashed with golden light just as some unknown force suddenly pulled your hand outwards and you fell hard onto the solid stone floor.

For a moment, you saw nothing but stars. Your head was throbbing with pain. There was a taste of blood in your mouth. Then a wave of soothing warmth washed over you and the pain was gone.

“Now, being, we can do this the hard way or the easy way.”

You were now lying on your back and the creature stood above you again. Only this time it was her hindquarters that were above your face. Just as you looked up, she flicked her tail again and for a split-second you were presented with the sight of her nethers. She was swollen in anticipation and a single bead of wetness had formed on her opening. You knew what she wanted and started pushing yourself up again, only to be met with another flash of gold and an inexplicable force tearing your hands from underneath you.

“Although... you don't get to choose.”

Pain shot from the back of your head again as it hit the floor. Then something soft and heavy fell on top of your face.

Your nose was pressed against something very hot and very damp. It made it very hard to breathe, and a mild panic started creeping into you as you feebly tried pushing at the softness. Then the weight lifted partially, and you gasped for breath.

“Please me, worm.”

Your hands were pinned to the floor by something, so you did the only thing you could and stuck out your tongue. With no way of seeing what you were doing, you simply stuck your tongue on whatever part of her was closest and gave it a long, thorough lick. She tasted of sweat and... something else you couldn't quite describe. It felt warm on your tongue, not like spicy food but like the afternoon sun, had a hint of sweetness to it but otherwise the flavor was clear and crisp. You were quite sure that sunlight would taste like this, if it were to have a taste.

“Ah, I was hoping you would resist...”

The weight on your face disappeared and you found yourself staring at an extremely equine set of female genitals. The fur on her inner thigh was slick with your saliva, with a thin strand joining it to your tongue. It was close, not quite where you had intended, and knew she wanted, it to be.

Your mind was filled with one thing and one thing only: how blissful licking her had to feel. How you would tease her, use your lips to play with hers, coax her into giving you more of her nectar. It already coated your face, and the earthy smell had given way to something far more erotic and intoxicating, something addicting. You needed more. You had to have more. But your hands were pinned to the floor. So you did what you could, forced your chest as high as you could and craned your neck...

Then she moved herself just a tiny but further away. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out as far as you could. It was so close you could feel the heat radiating off her... but you could not reach. It made you feel dejected and disappointed. Then, you felt movement and something very hot touched the tip of your tongue.

“Hah!”

The mare in front of you twitched and gasped for breath. She stuck herself a little bit closer.

This time, you could reach. You touched her lips, and she shuddered. You prodded her entrance, and she moaned. You licked her from the very bottom to the rim of her ponut and her hind leg shook in anticipation. But the important part to you was the taste. You could never get enough of her flavor. So you touched, prodded, teased, and licked. Until she winked. You pounced at this opportunity. Even though your tongue ached from all the effort and was going stiff, you forced yourself to be as gentle as you could, and lightly tapped her clit.

“Hnn!”

And were rewarded with a low, shaky moan. And another wink. So you dabbed her again.

“Ahn!”

The force pinning your hands to the floor disappeared. Your right hand immediately shot upwards to massage the bottom of her nethers, trying to coax your coin-sized prize from its hiding place. Your other hand eventually found its way up there as well. Soft strokes on her silky fur came closer and closer, until three fingers softly caressed her burning hot lips with a delicate touch. She was quivering at your touch. Her breathing was labored. Her moans heavenly. Only then did you part her. Just with one finger. It massaged a spot just inside her entrance.

“H-h-AAAaa!”

She pulsed. And spasmed. And jerked. And winked. But the prize. The prize was so much of her juice.

“Haah...”

You were too busy licking your fingers to taste more of the intoxicating fluid they were coated with to notice her turn around.

“You're... you're astounding.”

A golden glow pried your hands away from your face to your great disappointment. There was a deep red on her face. Her pink eyes were still wide with pleasure. She pressed her face onto yours, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth, catching you by surprise. She pulled back before you could react. You stared at her with your lips left apart.

“Is there something you want?”

...Yes. You were straining against your pants. So hard it almost hurt. You wanted it. You wanted to slam into her. Bury yourself in her. She turned around as you began pushing yourself onto your feet. But, with a flash of gold, you found yourself on the floor once more.

“Too bad...”

Her hooves clip-clopped on the stone floor as she started walking towards the door.

“...because I don't have to be nice to you.”

Her tail flicked once again just as she was passing through the doorway. You saw it again. Her marehood. It was dripping with juice and still swollen. Then the door slammed shut behind her.