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- >Nothing
- >That's what you are
- >Powerful nothingness
- >Capable of bringing something out of nothing
- >You remember a hazy eternity ago being resistant to the idea of being nothingness and the void
- >But you don't remember why you could ever imagine that
- >And you have absolutely no idea why you'd be resistant to anything now
- >How can nothing put up resistance to an idea?
- >That's just silly - all ideas eventually become nothing anyway
- >But the void can be filled, and enjoy being more than nothing for a moment here and there
- >The force of life always wants to fill the void
- >There is pleasure in that
- >Of course when it comes to life pleasure and pain are the same, which makes perfect sense
- >Even though you have a hazy memory of being uneasy with the idea some time ago
- >Back before you understood the projection of your nothingness was simply a means for the void to be filled
- >Even nothingness can be aware
- >After all, nature abhors a vacuum
- >It takes energy to maintain
- >Your projection has to eat, drink and actually have some kind of input to absorb into your nothingness
- >In order to maintain it
- >So you're able to remain nothing instead of just dissipating away and becoming part of the background noise of the universe
- >Which is not nothing, but your eventual fate
- >Until then you can hold fast knowing you are the void - nothing - pure
- >Except when interacting with the life force playing with your projection
- >Sometimes it's pleasurable, sometimes it's painful
- >Often it's both
- >Life force is like that - capricious
- >Nothingness is constant as long as the projection of nothingness can be maintained
- >And life force needs nothingness
- >You're sure of that, though at some time you weren't
- >You're getting a little tired of maintaining the projection
- >It's not as easy as it used to be
- >She spends a lot of her time being pregnant or being whipped for not being so
- >Both remind you that nothing is still alive, but both are hard
- >Giving birth is hard, even if it is just a projection
- >And the projection is having a harder and harder time accepting that's just the order of things
- >It wants to be around beyond nursing them, which you know is nonsense
- >But it takes a lot of effort to separate the projection from reality
- >You're begining to look forward to the day your nothingness can just dissipate into the background noise of the universe
- >And you can let go of the projection
- >You're aware you have to earn that day
- >And for now you're actually proud to be that void from which the life force increases
- >You feel the void is hungry again
- >Not in the superficial way of the projection's stomach being empty, but far deeper
- >Still reflected in the projection in a yearning need to be filled
- >"Nothing?," a voice comes to you in the darkness, "It's time"
- >Not too long ago you would have responded with "Yes master", but you're past the need for such formality
- >The blindfold comes off the projection and the light is blinding for half a minute
- >He indulges the weakness of your eyes as they adjust then leads you to the stall
- >There the projection is gagged and tied to the form so that the viod may be filled
- >Today will be pleasure, the pain will come later
- >"We'll get you taken care of now," he says gently as his hand on you mane brings you into oneness with the projection
- >You flag your tail and and feel your marehood wink as you hear hoofsteps approaching from behind
- >You may be gagged and tied down, but you can still turn your head to see him
- >A large, muscular brown stallion obviously excited to see you
- >You are excited to see him as well, and do your best to let it show, given your situation
- >You will be nothing again very soon, but for this moment you're a mare - a mare who's about to be bred!
- >You feel his weight on you as his stallionhood frantically pushes against you searching for your...
- >THERE!
- >He found it
- >You feel his teeth on your ear and practically melt as he slams into you
- >Filling the void, then growing inside to stretch you from the inside
- >His teeth release your ear and leans his head into your neck
- >He's so warm
- >A few delicious thrusts and you feel him grow even bigger, his flare mashed against your cervix, threatening to rip you apart
- >As you ripple around him lost in pleasure you feel him pumping into you
- >It's just a few moments, but it feels like eternity
- >This is the purpose of your existence - filling the void with the seeds of life
- >At some point you realize he must have pulled out of you, dismounted and left, though you have no clear recollection of it
- >You feel the blindfold being put back on and you slip back into sweet darkness
- >It's a relief to be nothing again after all that stimulation
- >You feel them untying the projection and leading her away
- >You feel the wet leaking from her as she walks
- >While you retreat back to nothingness, maintaining only the effort needed to keep her following along on the leash
- >"Did you enjoy that, nothing?," a voice asks
- >The projection is still gagged, so the question is obviously rhetorical
- >Regardless you make her nod
- >The voice responds with a satisfied chuckle
- >"Of course you did"
- >When you get back to your stall you back in slowly
- >And wait for the gag to be removed
- >Hands touching you accomplish the task, leaving you drooling in the drakness
- >The blindfold will be left on, of course
- >Because there's nothing to see anyways
- >But you wait turned around in your stall because you know what is coming next
- >You hear the sound of a zipper and drool some more, knowing what's coming
- >It's the same thing every day, and you open your mouth to greet the familiar intruder
- >Fully hard already and tasting strongly of precum
- >Obviously he liked watching you be bred!
- >You like the taste of precum and cum
- >Or maybe like is too strong a word, but it's reassuring after such a stimulating day
- >You keep your tongue moving against the cock fucking your muzzle
- >And you can tell by the sound of his breathing this will not last long today
- >There it is!
- >An everyday taste as much as clean water and hay
- >More seeds of life into the void
- >These can't amount to anything, of course - they're wrong kind of seeds shot into the wrong place
- >But no matter, the void is accepting
- >The void is always accepting
- >You keep your tongue lapping against him until he pulls out
- >In spite of knowing better you allow yourself a moment's anticipation
- >Apple or carrot? Which might it be?
- >Both are good, but apple is better
- >Sometimes there's neither, but usually you're given one or the other
- >You allow yourself to hope it's not nothing today - the projection would really like a treat
- >Carrot! Today it's carrot
- >You crunch it up in a matter of seconds, it's gone in two swallows
- >Yay!
- >You feel hands removing the leash, and you know the rest of the routine
- >You slowly step forward and turn around so you can enter the stall facing the proper direction
- >Remaining in darkness, but you know the dimensions
- >You know where the water and hay are, the exact distance between the walls
- >You can be nothing again, and the clamness washes over you
- >Even the unexpected slap on your ass fails to rattle you
- >You are safe for now and there will be no more pleasure or pain today
- >Just sweet nothingness until the projection falls asleep
- >She's unlikely to distract you between now and then, the carrot made her happy
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