Forty Seven's Baby Mama


                                            >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