>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