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- thread 607 for any future refference
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- >your first impressions are white emptiness and directionless pale light
- >you stand on something solid but you can't even distinguish it from the ceiling, or sky
- >also, you're naked
- >is this a dream?
- >what is this place?
- >where were you yesterday?
- >you don't recall
- >you see a dot in the distance
- >for lack of a better plan, you walk toward it
- >you walk at least half an hour
- >you begin to notice that the dot is a feature on some kind of wall or hillside
- >you continue to approach
- >it is a doorway in a vertical white wall
- >you enter
- >narrow passageway with smooth white walls shortly leads to a broad, sparsely furnished room
- >a window on the opposite wall admits more of the colorless light
- >a large bed, a bench of some kind, pillows
- >also, perhaps unsurprisingly, all white
- >but in the middle of the room you see it
- >the creature resembles a horse at first glance
- >a smallish one, or a tall slender pony
- >white, with sparkly rainbow colored mane and tail that move in a breeze you can't feel
- >you notice she also has a single long slender tapering horn
- >and wings
- >you stare in astonishment
- >she turns to look at you
- >okay, definitely NOT a horse
- >as if the horn and wings weren't enough of a clue, derp
- >not a horse face
- >horses should have long muzzles and little beady eyes on the sides of their heads
- >her face is not quite human
- >eerily beautiful, though, in an alien and unsettling sort of way
- >she has big expressive violet eyes
- >for a moment you think of a young Elizabeth Taylor
- >rowr, Liz Taylor
- >also, horses don't talk
- >her face is more than sufficiently human that it's obvious she's not pleased to have visitors
- >you crouch by the entrance, eyes locked on hers
- >"Who are you? WHAT are you?" she asks
- >that is most definitely a woman's voice
- >you say nothing
- >you've never been asked that second question, actually
- >you are a bit thrown off by it
- >you frown and stand up
- >you step slowly towards her
- >she stands her ground
- >you circle one another slowly, looking one another up and down
- >you are a bit embarrassed at your nekkidness, actually
- >not that she's wearing any more than you are, unless hair counts
- >"Are you some kind of ape? Or a monster? Are you a beast?"
- >finally you find your voice
- "Are you a horse?"
- >her eyes narrow at that
- >and a yellow glow surrounds her horn, as she grabs you telekinetically (ponykinetically?) and lifts you into the air to pull you closer to her
- >She nods slowly. "Point taken. But I don't know what to call you, and I'm not quite sure what you are."
- "My people call our species 'human,' but I do not know whether that word means anything to you. You may call me 'Anonymous.'"
- >she nods slowly. "Fair enough. Call me Tia."
- >you are more than a bit curious
- >"so... what are you, exactly? I've seen similar... creatures, but not quite like you."
- >she smiles at that
- >"the word is 'alicorn,' but I do not know whether it holds any meaning for you."
- >you raise an eyebrow
- >"like unicorn? I thought they were mythical. And invisible."
- >she smirks
- >the expression is rather cute on her
- >you plow onward
- >"What is this place? I don't remember much at all before about an hour ago. Did you bring me here?"
- >she makes a movement with her wing
- >instinctively you recognize it as a shrug
- >"I could ask the same of you. Maybe one of us is dreaming."
- >"My dreams normally run in other directions. If this is a dream, it's an odd one, though not unpleasant."
- >"My, Anonymous. You're such a flatterer."
- >you glance at her
- >she's got that smirk again
- >is she trolling you?
- >you squat on a pillow
- >"So, I'm curious. Tell me about yourself and your, um, species."
- >"It's a long tale."
- >"We appear to have time."
- >she approaches and squats on all fours beside you
- >she's... almost intimidatingly tall, and slender as a thoroughbred
- >you wonder idly how much she masses
- >she speaks softly without looking at you, of a world of magic and wonder
- >through the window, as she speaks, you see a beautiful little blue planet, with a moon nearly its size orbiting well within what something in the back of your brain says should have been its "Roche limit"
- >and on the opposite side of the planet from its satellite is a tiny, searingly bright little yellow dwarf star
- >even only the size of the moon it should be a billionfold more massive than the other two
- >yet it and the moon appear to orbit the little blue planet
- >fascinating. implausible, but fascinating.
- >and on the planet, you see pristine, untouched forests, and mountain caves in which dragons, with their vast cool intelligences, sleep for years at a time on their hoards of gold and gems
- >you are fascinated by the parallels and divergences of evolution and wonder idly if your gracious hostess, if that is what she is, would give you a DNA sample
- >in a forest you recognize poplar trees and black pine, but you also see brightly colored polka-dot toadstools
- >wouldn't touch those with an eleven-foot electrically grounded pole
- >she shows you forest, savannah, desert, jungle, prairie, tundra, badlands, ice floes
- >this world is smaller than yours but still vast, and every inch of it teems with life
- >you recognize brown bear and black bear, tigers and lions, but also see a bizarre chimera that looks like a contender for heavyweight champion land predator
- >its front half is a lion, its rear half is a gigantic scorpion, complete with articulated stinger tail and chitinous armor
- >what the fuck, that could never have evolved naturally
- >could it?
- >did a wizard create it?
- >you recognize bison and deer and wolves
- >but also sea serpents, dinosaur-ish creatures with multiple heads, and things still less identifiable
- >but never mind that
- >plains creatures evolve over millions of years, she says, obviously equine, with bigger, broader heads than any Earthly horse species
- >she hints that their evolution may have been guided by magic, by powers older still than the dragons
- >she speaks of "the Titans" and "the Creators" and you can hear the capital letters
- >you wonder how much of what she is telling you is religion and how much is science
- >and in the window, the wee ponies, already some showing horns and wings, evolve sentience and speech
- >they are very clever, and cooperate instinctively, as befits herd creatures
- >the unicorns are apparently very dextrous telekinetics and are very skilled at making and using tools
- >it makes sense, you suppose
- >and in the window nations arise among them, and civilizations
- >and your hostess, if that she be, lives in an old castle in one of the more peaceful parts of the world
- >she turns to you
- >my, what big eyes you've got, Grandma
- >stop that, dammit
- >"Your turn, Anonymous."
- >you think of long-ago science classes
- >you speak of a star forming in a nebula formed by a supernova billions of years ago
- >"a supernova, a phenomenon where an extremely large and powerful star explodes"
- >"it's rare but it's the origin of most elements heavier than helium, and almost all atomic nuclei heavier than iron"
- >you don't know how to interpret the look she's giving you
- >haltingly, in the window, the scene appears
- >the little yellow star--vaster by far than the one in the scene she showed you, but a miniscule speck compared to some of the giants known to exist in your galaxy--
- >cheerfully converts hydrogen to helium, emitting heat and light
- >around it dust and gas congeal into spinning asteroid fields, then planets form
- >one has liquid water on its surface and an ammonia/methane/carbon dioxide atmosphere
- >you say that how the first life formed is uncertain
- >but the composition of cometary ices and the atmospheres of other planets in your solar system
- >suggest that this was what your world's atmosphere was once
- >and you cite the Miller-Urey experiment
- >with such a foundation, complex chemistry and eventually life are thermodynamically favored
- >the window shows amoebae and paramecia
- >sea spiders and sea anenome
- >primitive bony fish that evolve and improve rapidly
- >because, you explain, there is a struggle for survival, few of any generation survive
- >random mutation and natural selection drive this vast machine
- >which, over billions of years
- >results in vast silent Permian forests full of giant cycad trees and two-foot-long cockroaches
- >and dinosaurs then walk past the window
- >and primitive mammals
- >some of which, small and monkeylike, lived in trees until about three and a half million years ago
- >then came down from the trees, and developed a taste for meat and a knack for making tools
- >and conquered a planet with stone axes and the will to power
- >which doesn't explain, however, you feel compelled to point out
- >how you speak the same language and understand one another's body language and facial expressions
- >among your species there are thousands of spoken lauguages, yet you even recognize her regional accent: she is an educated North American English speaker
- "Perhaps I'm dreaming. That would explain much of this."
- >"Or perhaps I am," she says
- >and gives you a long sidelong glance
- >and bats her eyelashes
- >"Your species is carnivorous, then?"
- "Omnivorous."
- >"You're not going to eat me, are you, Anonymous?"
- >before you can stop yourself, you reply "Not unless you ask nicely."
- >there is an awkward pause. the surreality of this conversation, of this white featureless place, unnerve you
- "Did you bring me here?"
- >"I did, actually."
- >You slowly stand. Her eyes linger at your groin. "Male, I take it?"
- >You nod.
- >she steps forward silently
- >she is just an inch or two shorter than you, if we don't count the horn
- >You can begin to feel the heat radiating from her
- >she says, "I apologize for being so abrupt, but I think that our time here may be limited."
- >"Can I interest you in a proposition? Again, it isn't ladylike to be so blunt, but--"
- >"I summoned you here for a particular purpose. There's something I need from you."
- >oh boy, here we go
- >"I have grave responsibilities every day. Without getting deeply into a description of the society I live in, let it be sufficient to say that it's lonely at the top."
- >you wonders where she's going with this
- >She leans forward, speaking more softly.
- >"And my kind have a breeding season. Which I cannot allow to distract me from duties of state."
- >oh dear Jeebus, she isn't saying
- >She looks at you, staring into your very soul with her big beautiful violet eyes.
- >then she blushes slightly and turns away
- >she can't be
- >"The need won't leave me unless I"
- >she appears to be thinking hard and choosing her words carefully
- >"spend some time in the company of a male mammal."
- >"That is why we are here, alone. I summoned you, Anonymous. The spell chose you, perhaps, because you're not wholly unwilling, and maybe have a similar need."
- >you reach out and slowly run your fingers through her mane, which is softer than you had imagined
- "You're beautiful, Tia. It is an alien beauty, and I should not feel this for a female not of my species."
- >she blushes at that
- >"Pheromones."
- "Human mating desires aren't triggered by pheromones, I thought."
- >she shrugs. "Magic pheromones, then?"
- "More magic?"
- >"Actually it doesn't seem to require a lot for you. Are you a bit of a xenophile?"
- "Perhaps just a bit." you put your left hand on her withers and your right on the back of her neck, and touch your lips softly against hers
- >she embraces you with her wings, and you lean close to nibble at her lower lip
- >she pulls back and grins, then slowly slides her truly enormous horse tongue into your mouth
- >her lips are nearly prehensile, she is an amazing kisser
- >and that warm, warm tongue, gentle, nimble, insistent
- >your hands roam her back, stroke her wings at the base, touching her soft feathers
- >she and you kiss for a long timeless moment, then she breaks the kiss
- >her cheeks are visibly flushed
- >how the hell is that visible through the fine white horsehair covering every millimeter of her skin?
- >it's adorable regardless
- >you run your hand gently down her cheek, then her neck.
- >you kiss her forehead and gently nibble her ear
- "I haven't ever been with one of your... species, Tia. How do we proceed from here? Where are your, uh"
- >"Erogenous zones?" she whispers, fluttering her eyelashes. "I'll show you."
- >her horn glows again, and a red glowing arrow-shaped pointer appears in the air. a hologram?
- >"Low on my belly, just ahead of my hips, we have our mammary glands. The nipples are pleasantly sensitive." The arrow follows to point them out conveniently.
- >Horse Sex for Dummies?
- >you kneel behind her, beneath her flowing tail, reaching up to touch her nipples
- >heh, crotchboobs
- >they're already quite erect
- >you squeeze and pluck and pull on them gently with your fingertips, provoking a series of small squeaks and moans and whinnying sounds from her
- >you can't help but laugh at that
- >she goes silent and looks back between her legs to glare at you for a moment, then giggles
- >you decides to kiss and suckle on her nipples, gently kneading the sensitive tissue surrounding them
- >she likes that
- >she moans softly and sways her hips back and forth
- >"Anonymous, that feels good. Please don't stop. Oh, you don't know, I haven't been able to do this in years."
- "It's been a few years for me, also," says you, softly.
- >"Oh?"
- "Not since my wife died."
- >"I'm so sorry, I didn't know."
- "It's not your fault, and if you summoned me to a dream because we both need this, I can hardly object."
- >"Thank the Creators you're a gentleman. Sometimes the things the spell brings aren't anatomically compatible. Some were monstrous carnivorous things that tried to eat me."
- "I think I'd love to eat you, but in the nice way."
- >"Oh, my. Would you?"
- "I thought you'd never ask. Can you lie on your side, with your hind legs apart?"
- >her answer is a grin
- >you lies on your side, your face between her haunches
- >my, what a big clitoris you have, Grandma
- >seriously, it's as big as a big man's thumb
- >a finger slips inside her, then two
- >she's already wet inside, and soft and almost uncomfortably hot, but only almost
- >she shudders and sighs
- >fingers slip back out and slide over her clit forward and back, up and down its length as it becomes more pronounced
- >then kiss it softly, touching it lightly with the tip of the tongue, then licking it
- >she squirms and moans incoherently, her hips begining to pump up and down
- >three fingers slide inside her, then your whole hand, then your clenched fist
- >minus five points for anatomical incompatibility, plus several million for ingenuity and enthusiasm
- >your fist goes deeper, your free hand plucks at her nipples
- >she arches her back and makes a curiously soft squeaky sound while very powerful muscles squeeze down on your fist and forearm
- >panting, she says "now I think I'm ready," with a warm smile
- >she stands back up, and motions for you to stand behind her
- >"Now, please put your fist deeper inside me. I want you to punch me in the uterus. Hard."
- "Anything to oblige someone as beautiful as you."
- >your fist slides in against only slight resistance
- >she moans, arches her back, and spreads her wings broadly
- >"harder, fuck me with your fist, do it harder," she hisses
- >you are nothing if not obliging
- >she raises her haunches higher to meet the thrusts
- >with your other hand you put first one finger into her cheerful pink anus, then two fingers
- >she moans and begins to whinny
- >this is a bit distracting, but you are up to the challenge and focused on the task
- >she bucks her hips one last time, clamping down on your forearm with almost crushing force, and whispers "Oh, Anonymous," then, shuddering, slides herself forward off your fist with a comically audible little "slurp" sound as it pops out
- >she lies on her side panting for a long time, then turns to look at you again
- "Are you all right?" you ask, concern in your voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
- >She grins. "Deliciously." There is a long pause. "Now, can I ask you to do something else for me?"
- >you smile and nod, kneeling beside her.
- >she leans forward to embrace you with her wing again, and kisses you, open-mouthed and hungrily
- >"How do you feel about touching a girl's horn?"
- "Horn?"
- >"Yes. It's another erogenous zone for us, sort of."
- "Sort of?"
- >"Well, when we use our magic, a charge of energy builds up in it in a manner sort of analogous to static electricity, which makes it harder to use our magic."
- >you nod, not sure if you comprehend fully
- >"And we can't drain the charge ourselves. Someone has to touch it and stroke it for us. We also find it intensely pleasurable."
- >You lie beside her, looking into her eyes, and begin touching her horn, first at the base, then stroking lightly upward with your fingertips
- >she shudders and the horn almost immediately emits a few little sparks of light
- >experimentally, you lean over to kiss her horn just above the base, then give it a lick
- >she moans, but says "stop, stop."
- "Hmm?"
- >"when it discharges, it can be dangerous. I don't want to hurt you. For example, it could pick you up and throw you across the room, if you let it discharge into your mouth."
- >"Or other, stranger things could happen. I once had a lover turn into a newt."
- "You turned him into a newt?"
- >"He got better. But it took a few hours for him to change back, and that put a damper on the mood."
- "Ah."
- >"That felt amazing, but please, for your own safety, just use your hand."
- "Very well."
- >and soon she is squirming and moaning your name over and over
- >the whole horn is glowing and emitting little rainbow colored sparks of light
- >you sense she's on the edge, and whisper to her.
- "Now. Hold on tight, Tia."
- >her wings enfold you, and you begin to stroke the horn more rapidly with both of your hands, leaning forward to press your lips against hers as well
- >she screams wordlessly, her whole body stiffening, as a shower of sparks and magical flame shoot out of the tip of her horn, lighting up the room in harsh blinding light
- >some of the sparks of light look like little stars and hearts, you notice
- >then she goes limp, leaning against you, panting, eyes half-lidded and glassy
- >then looks up at you, smiling contentedly. "Oh, that was amazing."
- >"Now I think it's your turn."
- "What do you have in mind? I am not sure our species are anatomically compatible."
- >"True, but I can improvise too. Lie on your back."
- "Yes, ma'am."
- >She smiles. "Let me make you feel good."
- >with one marshmallow hoof she touches you
- >she shouldn't really be that dextrous with a featureless hoof
- >but it is, you suppose, more pony magic
- >"No, that's too impersonal. Let me do something more personal for you."
- >she kisses you one more time, slowly putting her long tongue into your mouth, while you suckle on it and let her slide it into the back of your throat
- >then bends her head down and coils her tongue around your erection in a most lovely helical shape, a most delicious look of mischief in her eyes
- >she has, obviously, done this before
- >in seconds your hands are on the back of her head and you are moaning her name
- >she frowns and pushes your hands away with a hoof. "No hands, Anonymous. Just lie back and relax. Let Tia make you feel good."
- >she returns to her work with a will
- >it feels amazing
- >in a matter of seconds you are whispering her name and she is swallowing your seed, gulping greedily
- >and you are spent
- >she grins at you, and kisses you chastely on the cheek while you lie together side by side, panting
- >"As wonderful as this has been, I am very sorry, but I must now leave to begin a very busy day."
- >"Maybe someday the spell will bring you here again."
- "I'd like that," you say, softly.
- >suddenly a second winged unicorn-ish creature appears in the room, this one dark blue, and noticeably smaller than the first
- >"SISTER!" she booms
- >"THOU ART LATE FOR wait what the tartarus"
- >she stares at you in confusion and begins to blush, then resolutely turns her head away from the nekkidness
- >"Lulu, I did tell you I was going into heat and this time I was going to have to do something about it."
- >"I thought you said were going to do something about THE heat. Adjust the weather."
- >Tia facehoofs. It is a very human gesture.
- >The blue one, "Lulu," turns back and smirks.
- >Tia returns her smirk and says "I think you need to get laid yourself."
- >"Really, sister! I never!"
- >"That's not what I heard," says Tia, waggling her eyebrows.
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