Alone in the Dark

A sudden tremor woke you up. For a moment, you lie there in terror, thinking of the untold tons of rock above you. But nothing happened, as far as you could tell in the near complete darkness of your cell. You weren't sure how long you had been left alone for. There wasn't any way to keep track of time – the only things you had were a straw-filled mattress in one corner and a wooden bucket in another. The only light in there was what came through the hand-sized opening on the bottom of the door. From the little you could see through it, it looked like there was a corridor with multiple cells like the one you were in on the other side, and that there was a fluorescent bulb somewhere you couldn't see. Sometimes the bulb flickered or even went out completely, leaving you in total darkness. The walls were made of large, rough chunks of stone held together with mortar. The door was solid wood, with steel rivets running through it near the top, bottom and center, and as thick as your forefinger was long. You hadn't even bothered trying to break out. Even if you had had something to eat, the door would still be far too sturdy.

The sound of metal on stone woke you from your stupor. It was faint at first, but was approaching rapidly. It had the rhythm of a quadruped walking. As it came ever closer, the light from beyond the door grew brighter at the same rate as the light of hope inside you. Perhaps your salvation was outside. You propped yourself up so your back was against the wall as the source of the sound stopped right outside your cell. Metal jingled, then there was a loud clunk. The door swung open, and the sudden increase in light blinded you. You squeezed your watering eyes shut.

“Scrawny. She could've done better.”

It was a different voice. This one was also female, but not as warm. Rather, it was more direct. You tried cracking open your eyelids ever so slightly to see. She was dark, and equine.

“Stand up.”

The worst of the stinging had faded and you could open your eyes fully. Her coat was dark all over, her mane was made of billowing stars, her eyes were cyan rather than pink and she wore an emblem with a crescent moon on it on her chest and a small crown of dark metal on her head. But otherwise, she was very much like the white one, if not quite as large. That, and her coat absorbed most of the light instead of highlighting the musculature hiding beneath.

“I said stand up.”

The horn on her head flashed blue and some inexplicable force pulled on your hands. You found yourself lifted off the floor and onto your feet.

Hunger growled in your stomach while she inspected every part of your body with her eyes, from head to toe. It added to the feeling of humiliation, as did the scowl on her face. She looked like she wasn't very fond of what she was seeing. You felt brave enough to ask the question that was on top of your mind.

”What do y-”

“Quiet.”

Her response was instant and snappy. You dared not dispute it. The force holding your hands vanished at the same time as the glow on her horn, and you let them fall limply to your sides. The equine blew some air out of its nostrils, making a 'hmph'-like sound. She clearly wasn't the most polite of types, but you were glad to just see something and to hear someone speak. Her shod hooves clip-clopped on the stone floor as she turned and walked away.

“I'll find you something to eat.”

”Wait, what d-”

The door slammed shut behind her in the middle of your sentence and the lock clunked again. You were left alone in the dark once more.

This time, the wait was not very long. Less than an hour, probably, before the sound of metal on stone returned. The wait had been long enough for you to be blinded again when the door opened. As your vision returned, you found yourself staring at a platter of carrots, apples and shredded cabbage, and a jug of water. The apples were wrinkly and the whole thing had the slightest smell of smoke about it. You looked up at the mare who'd brought it to you as conflicting feelings of joy about getting something to eat and anger about how meager it was rose simultaneously. Her expression was unreadable to you, a staunch mask of indifference.

“Try not to be picky, there isn't too much to go around.”

There was a hint of softness in her voice this time. It banished the anger that had bubbled up inside you. Without questioning her, you greedily dug in to the meal provided. The carrots were stale and tasteless, the apples were going overripe and the cabbage tasted of smoke.

“Done?”

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor and had just swallowed the last mouthful of water after the quite pitiful meal. You set the wooden jug on the floor, met her cyan eyes and nodded.

“Good.”

There was a moment of silence as she cast her eyes down at your feet. Some emotion flashed in her eyes, but it was gone before you could tell what it was. Then she stood up to her full height and looked at you down her muzzle.

“I heard rather lavish praise of your... extremities and would like to see if there is anything to this.”

...Eh. You were not exactly keen on a repeat of what happened before, but you'd got the impression that it was best not to complain.

You sat there quietly as she spun around and presented you with a faceful of stars. As you grabbed a handful of the weirdly floaty tail, she lifted one hind hoof off the floor.

“Do NOT...”

SLAM.

You jerked as the hoof slammed into the wall right next to your ear. It was so close the sudden change in pressure made your eardrum hurt. You were also quite sure she left an impression in the stone.

“...touch that.”

OK. Your heart rate was through the ceiling and the rush of adrenaline filled your veins. No tail for you. She returned the hoof to the floor and lifted the billowing starscape out of the way. You were presented with a sight very similar to the one before. Only she was far darker, and not aroused as far as you could tell. Her lips weren't swollen in anticipation. There wasn't a drop of fluid on her entrance. But you could fix that. Hopefully before she'd decide to test her kick on your head instead of on the wall.

You ran your hand up her thigh and onto her flank, doing a swirl on the crescent moon symbol on it. Her coat was as smooth as the finest velvet and there was the thinnest layer of softness beneath it. Her breathing grew slightly louder, from inaudible to just barely hearable. Then you ran both hands up her calves and onto her inner thighs, carefully avoiding even grazing her teats. If touching her tail made her react like she did, who knew what she would've done if you'd touched the mounds between her hooves. You changed direction and put two fingers just right of her dock and slowly drew an arc around her nethers, stopping just shy of touching her lips. She was hot. You could feel the temperature difference even without touching. You felt yourself standing attention, but did your best to ignore it. Hopefully, she'd help you do something about it later. You placed both hands on her rump and slowly massaged and felt the smoothness of her coat and the softness beneath it with your thumbs. She drew breath quite loudly and you felt the slightest of twitches in some of the muscles beneath your hands. For a second, you stopped. Then you used both thumbs to graze the outer edges of her lips. This time, she shivered. You took it as a cue to go further.

Her ponut was not quite like anything you'd touched before as you ran a finger along its rim. You drew a full circle around it, and then ran the same finger down her slit, all the way to the very bottom. As you withdrew your finger for another run, you were surprised to find that the tip was wet with her juice. For a moment you considered sucking your finger, but settled on a better solution. You leaned in and licked her. First the left side. Then the right. Finally, the middle. She tasted of sweat and smoke, and something inexplicable. It felt like a twinkle on your tongue, the pleasant coolness of a summer's night filling your mouth. The taste had an earthly flavor to it, combined with something similar to a ripe and sweet plum. You thought it somehow tasted of stars. Or completely irresistible. The thought of her and getting more filled your mind. Her breathing grew progressively louder as you worked on her. Caressed her lips. Licked her slit. Softly massaged the place you knew her clit was hiding in.

Finally, your efforts were rewarded. She winked at you. But this time you tried something different. Instead of touching it directly, you stuck two fingers together and slowly circled her lips with them before slowly sliding them inside her. Her insides were even hotter than her outside. She was smooth, and incredibly wet. You did a bit of back-and-forth and felt her contract around your fingers. You dared not think how she'd feel on your member. What she could do. Instead, you used your free hand to tease her clit. Her breathing was labored and you could feel how tense she was. She was close. You held off for a short moment, only gently tapping a spot of her insides near her entrance. She was holding her breath. Then you struck. You planted your mouth on her mound and sucked on her while doing a circular motion with the fingers you had inside her. She contracted around your fingers. And winked. And shivered.

“Hnnnh...”

She was remarkably quiet.

“I see...”

The alicorn let her tail fall back into place, forcing you to back off her.

“...she certainly wasn't lying about you.”

She didn't even look at you. Her horn flashed in blue again as the jug and platter floated beside her.

“But as the situation stands, you must stay here for the time being.”

She trotted to the door before turning around.

“I apologize, and hope you will understand.”

”What are you-”

Slam. Ka-click.

You were left alone in the dark.