Alone in the Dark

The worst part was not the darkness. Nor the straw mattress. Nor the hunger. Nor the fact that you had to shit in a bucket. It wasn't even the cold stone floor or walls. It wasn't the addiction-like craving for the sun and star flavored sexes of the two mares who'd visited you either.

No, the worst thing was that there was absolutely nothing to do. You had counted the stones used to build your room (266), the annual rings on the plank that the hole in the door was in (51), and how many pieces of straw there were in your mattress (results inconclusive). You had jerked off, of course, but one could only do that so many times, even to the memories you had.

The only thing keeping you sane was that you could hear the sound of water rushing in a pipe somewhere above every now and then. That, and the occasional meager meal waiting near the door when you woke up. But neither happened often enough to keep your memories from creeping back in. Like how the fire glinted off the rifling when you inspected the barrel. Or how the swab came out clean when you pushed it through for the final time. How the parts snapped back together. The sound of the slide as you pulled it back. The whole thing clattering against your teeth as you reached down towards the trigger. The eyes that wouldn't leave you alone.

Another tremor woke you from your stupor. This time, it was sharper, more sudden. You also heard-

No.

You also felt a sudden sound as it happened. A very low frequency rumble, it left you feeling silly because for the split-second it lasted your balance organs were convinced you were standing on your head. The light in the corridor outside your cell fizzled out as it happened, leaving you in complete darkness. The complete lack of visual clues combined your internal sense going haywire simultaneously made your stomach feel like there was whirlpool inside it. Your hand met the rough stone of the wall as you leaned on it for support before sitting down on the mattress. Maybe it would be better to lie down, just for a short while until you feel a bit more stable...

“Wake up.”

She sounded different this time. Harsher. Her voice lacked much of its innate warmth and empathy. She sounded like-

WHACK.

Pain exploded in your right cheek. You gasped for breath, your hands shot towards the injured part and your eyes were suddenly wide open. Above you stood a-

No.

Above you stood a milky white alicorn, who was holding a forehoof to her mouth. Her eyes were wide with concern and an unvoiced question was at her lips. For a second you thought you'd seen a nightmare, a burning steed of myth and magic. But you concluded you must've imagined it, or that it'd been some remnant of a dream, as you gently touched your cheek with your hand. It stung. But it didn't feel like the skin had been broken. The sentiment was reinforced as you looked at your hand and confirmed there was no blood.

“You stink.”

There it was again. That voice which was trying so hard to sound harsh and almost did. But just couldn't quite do it because of the warmth and emotion in it. You looked up from your fingers and met her eyes. The way she'd scrunched up her snout told you she was not lying, not that you needed her to tell it to you. You'd already grown used to the smell of shit to the point of not even noticing it. The bucket did get emptied at times when you slept but that hadn't made the stank clear.

Her eyes wandered downwards as you lifted en eyebrow at her. Then her head bobbed slightly as she nodded at some question she must've asked herself.

“Stand.”

For a second you considered disobeying. But just the fact that she was there, that you could hear a voice and see something, was something you dreaded would be taken from you. So you stood up. Slowly, pushing yourself off the floor with your hands. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained otherwise stoic. Her horn lit up in a soft golden glow, and some sort of a rag or towel – you couldn't tell which – floated from behind her. You flinched as it suddenly moved to your face, but all it did was softly press itself over your eyes. Some sort of a knot form on the back of your head. It made you wonder about what could be so important that you had to be blindfolded for it.

“Don't even dream of touching it.”

Her voice was strangely monotone when she made her demand, which made it feel like an actual threat and made you abandon the idea of asking why she'd done it.

Some weird force pulled on your hand.

“Follow.”

She led you out of the cell, but that was all you could tell. You tried counting steps and turns, but soon realized it was a hopeless affair. From the way your footsteps and her hoofsteps echoed, you could tell you were passing through some underground corridor. The floor was sloped and you were being led upwards, but beyond that you had no idea which direction you were being led.

Gradually, as you ascended, the air became fresher and you began noticing some fragrances it carried. It brought with it a hint of leaves and greenery, damp soil and smoke. You felt a creep go down your spine as you came to realize the complete lack of sound other than the noise you and her caused. But you did not have long to dwell on that before you were stopped. There was the sound of jingling metal, then the sound of a key being inserted into a keyhole. The lock clacked open and hinges groaned. Then you were pulled forward for a bit, into a room where the air was very moist. Hinges groaned again and a door slammed shut. The knot behind your head became undone and your blindfold fell off.

There was so much light. You could only see pure whiteness and then redness. It physically hurt your eyes, so much you let out a short yelp and covered your eyes with your hands. You heard a soft giggle.

“You should get used to the sun. Your new home will receive quite a lot more of it than your old... hellhole.”

Her voice dropped an octave before she said the final word.

“Though, I may reconsider your move if you don't behave.”

What did she, or whoever was actually in charge, want of you? That was the question you wanted an answer to. There had to be something, or she wouldn't threaten you like that. Or keep you locked up in a dark room with nothing to see, hear or do for... however long it'd been.

“Strip.”

You deemed it best to obey her for the time being. The command was simple enough and you had no idea where you were. You got your first glimpse of the room as you pulled your shirt over your head. It was full of white and gold, and not only because of your companion. The walls were covered with white tiles and golden pipes ran down from the ceiling to taps on a sink, a bathtub and a shower. Sunlight was streaming in through a row of wide, low windows near the ceiling on one wall. There was a mirror above the sink, and a shelf full of colorful bottles below it. And then there was a wooden pail full of water in the middle. It seemed likely that obeying would lead to a result both of you would like.

You threw your shirt onto the floor and bent down to undo your shoelaces. The sound of metal-clad hooves on ceramic tiling echoed in the room, but you did your best to ignore it. As well as the sound of something being poured into the pail. Your boots and socks soon joined your shirt in a messy and rather smelly pile on the floor. Followed by your pants and underwear. She had already forced herself onto you so you saw little need for modesty.

She was looking at the row of bottles and didn't notice you. There was a bit of a smile on her face and she looked focused with a bit of a furrow on her brows. Soon, her horn began glowing and one of the bottles was enveloped in a golden aura. That bottle floated off the shelf and close to her, its cork unscrewed itself and she leaned in to sniff at its contents. Seemingly happy with her choice, she pranced in place to turn around – and noticed you staring at her.

“Oh.”

She erased the smile off her face and took on a mask of indifference. You felt the corners of your mouth rise at the act. Her eyes narrowed and her horn lit up. Some force pulled your hands up and to the sides and spread out your legs. Then you were hurled backwards, hard enough that the impact with the wall had you seeing stars for a second. You found yourself pinned in place, your hands and legs spread out as an X. No matter how hard you tried to pull, the magical bonds didn't yield one bit.

“You...”

Her tone was harsh, like you had gravely offended her. The bottle she held in her magic slowly rose above her. Her face twisted into a scowl.

“You DARE...”

The bottle shot down at your head like a cannonball. You just barely had time to squeeze your eyes shut and brace for impact.

It never came. There was only the sound of heavy, deep breaths. You dared yourself to look. The bottle was floating barely an inch off your face. She had her head hung low, level with her body, with her eyes closed. Her chest was visibly expanding and contracting with her breathing. A handful of ideas popped up in your mind, from joking about her need for anger management to asking her to let you go, but you thought it best to remain quiet. Besides, you were still pinned to the wall so all you could do was wait.

It was a good ten seconds before she opened her eyes. She looked at you like you were some kind of a pest. Then she lifted her head up to its standard upright position and the look was gone, replaced with another mask if indifference.

Your eyes fixed themselves on the bottle as it rose a little. Something moved in your peripheral vision and you heard the clippy-clop of hooves, but you didn't have time to look as the bottle conked you. Just hard enough to hurt. At the same instant, the force pinning you to the wall vanished and you stumbled forward. Only to bump into something soft and warm. It was the ass end of your captor.

“Please me, maggot.”

You only had time to take half a step backwards when something grabbed your shoulders and pushed downwards, forcing you to your knees. She used far more force than necessary, and you had to admit you were afraid. She seemed like she was barely in control of herself. Even the promise of liquid sunlight didn't make you feel eager. But you couldn't think of a way out, so all you do was to take a deep breath and gently push her tail to the side.

Despite her outburst, there was a bead of arousal on her. You scooped it up with a finger, resisted the urge to suck on it, and lightly pressed that finger onto her just below the rim of her ponut. Using the liquid for lubrication, you slid the finger down the lip of her marehood. She was hot, as hot as ever, and soft. Taking care to not slip it into her, you ran it all the way down onto the slight mound that hid her bud. Stopping there, you looked a bit further down – and had an idea. You lifted your finger off her, formed your hand into a cup and stuck it between her hind hooves. Then you slowly let it rise until it cupped one of her supple and small teats.

She gasped, suddenly and sharply. But did nothing to stop you. So you gave her teat a light squeeze, just enough to make it fill the gaps between your fingers, and then massaged it with the joint of your thumb. You were about to lean in and lick the other one, but she winked just then.

Another bead of liquid sunshine had formed on her slit.

The taste...

And how it flooded your mind...

You stuck out your tongue and eagerly lapped it up. Then you pressed your mouth on her and assaulted her insides, driving your tongue as deep into her as you could in search of more of her nectar.

“Haah!”

She moaned and shivered at your onslaught. It only made you more ferocious, and acted as a reminder to knead her teats with your hands.

“Nnnh... Enough.”

Something cold and hard pressed against your chest and pushed you off her. Then a golden glow enveloped your wrists and ankles and you were thrown against the wall once more. This time, gently enough for it to not hurt. You gazed longingly at her winking, drenched nethers. She was looking at you over her back. For a second your eyes met, then she looked down at your crotch and at your very erect self.

She backed towards you slowly. She'd pinned you at just the right height, but you were pointed upwards just enough that when she touched you, it didn't slip in her. Though, she didn't seem to care, or it was what she wanted all along as she pushed herself against you. She moved herself up and down, sliding her lips up and down your shaft, spreading her wetness on every bit of it. You wanted to reach down and point yourself forward so it'd slide in, but there was nothing you could do. It's not that it didn't feel good – it was amazing how hot she was and every wink of hers pushed you close to the edge – but it wasn't quite enough.

“Ahn, you're better than I thought.”

She leaned forward and your parts parted with a wet sound. As you looked down, you saw a golden glow on your dick that pushed it downwards. She placed your tip between her lips, so it just barely touched her. You could feel the heat inside her. She wanted it. You wanted it. Suddenly, she pushed herself backwards. There was nearly no resistance as you slipped into her.

It was tight. Tight, and blisteringly hot. Her flank met your hips with a light slap. You were completely buried in her. She somehow contracted her insides around you. It was your turn to moan. She pulled herself forward a little. Her insides were soft yet firm at the same time, and smooth. Slap. She sunk you into her again. And again.

“Nnh... Nnh...”

Her moans were timed with her thrusts. Her insides contracted around you. She slapped her flank onto you. Again. And again. You felt yourself getting very close as she began humping as fast as she could.

“AAaahn!”

This time, it felt different. Like she was massaging you while you were inside her. It was too much. You pulsed inside her. She slammed herself onto you. And stayed there. You pumped your load inside her. Into her hot, addicting self.

“You can wash yourself, right?”

You nodded at her.

“Good. You're going to do that.”

You only realized how much force she'd slammed into you with when she took herself off you. Smack. Her marehood made a wet sound as it let go of your dick. She didn't pay it any heed, though, and trotted towards the shower. You were released at the same time she twisted a knob on it and a jet of water came down of it. She floated you a soap as you stepped into the pail of lukewarm water.

It took a long while to get yourself clean. But eventually, you were done. She tied the blindfold onto you again. This time, she made you float instead of leading you on. After another trip through echoing, deserted corridors, you found yourself in a room that had a proper bed, a cupboard, a table and a chair and a window in it. As you turned around to question her, you only had time to draw breath before the door swung closed and slammed shut. The lock clicked quietly. You were left alone again, but no longer in the dark.