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White Room Story

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white room, 1/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:02 No.1557044
>white emptiness
>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
white room, 2/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:04 No.1557069
>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
>wtf?
>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
>big expressive violet eyes
>for a moment you think of a young Elizabeth Taylor
>rowr, Liz Taylor
>also, horses don't talk
white room, 3/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:13 No.1557233
>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 actually
>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
>uh oh
>"Point taken. But I don't know what to call you, and I've never seen anything quite like you."
>"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."
white room, 4/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:41 No.1557689
>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?
white room, 5/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:58 No.1557973
>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 thorougbred
>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 some thing 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 millionfold more massive than the other two
>yet it and the moon appear to orbit the little blue planet
>interesting
>and on the planet, we 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
white room, 6/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:04 No.1558052
>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 Creator" 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
white room, 7/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:19 No.1558297
>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
white room, 8/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:21 No.1558336
>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
>she gives you a long sidelong glance
>and bats her eyelashes
>"You're not going to eat me, are you, Anonymous?"
>before you can stop yourself, you reply "Not unless you ask nicely."
Next part.
in a white room, 1/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:12 No.1682376
>You find yourself in a white room with scattered white pillows and white furniture
>oh, and a white horse? pony? unicorn? pegasus? creature with a rainbow colored mane and tail that move in a breeze you can't feel
>she--the face and voice are definitely feminine, though her beauty is a cold, inhuman, alien beauty
>her violet eyes are very expressive
>just now she doesn't seem pleased
>"Who are you? What are you?"
>you're too boggled to speak
>she frowns
>uh oh
>her horn begins emitting a nimbus of rainbowy light
>lifting you telekinetically (ponykinetically?) into the air
>you are finally able to speak
"What is this place? Did you bring me here?"
>"I asked first, you know. Gentlemen allow ladies to go first."
>she smirks a bit
in a white room, 2/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:37 No.1682819
>>1682376
>well, okay
>the surreality of this conversation, of this white featureless place, unnerve you, though
"I am Anonymous. I am a human."
>you pause awkwardly
"I apologize, but I've never seen anything quite like you. You resemble creatures from our legends, though you also combine traits of two of them, with facial features that are, uh. not very equine."
>she blinks
>"Fair enough. Call me Tia. And I am not sure where we are, exactly. Perhaps one of us is dreaming."
>she approaches slowly
>You can't help it, you back away and crouch instinctively
"I'm not accustomed to dream visits from legendary creatures, I suppose."
>she snorts. "Oh, stand up, and let me look at you."
>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--"
in a white room, 3/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:51 No.1683079
>>1682819
>"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?"
>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, gently insistent
in a white room, 4/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:09 No.1683422
>>1683079
>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, well, 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 some kind of 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 firmly 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 begins giggling
>you decides to kiss and suckle on her nipples, gently kneading the sensitive tissue surrounding them
>oh, she likes that
>she moans softly and begins swaying 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."
in a white room, 5/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:23 No.1683688
>>1683422
"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."
"My species is... omnivorous," you said softly.
>"Oh my. Are you going to eat me?"
"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 his side, his 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 the whole hand, then the clenched fist
>minus five points for anatomical incompatibility, plus several million for ingenuity and enthusiasm
in a white room, 6/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:40 No.1684021
>>1683688
>the fist goes deeper, free hand plucks at her nipples
>she arches her back and makes a curiously soft squeaky sound while very powerful muscles squeeze down on his 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 inside me. I want you to punch me in the uterus. Hard."
"Anything to oblige someone as beautiful as you."
>the 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 he puts 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?"
in a white room, 7/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:54 No.1684311
"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 nods, not sure if you comprehend
>"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 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."
in a white room, 8/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)20:09 No.1684547
>>1684311
>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 wraps her tongue around your erection in a most lovely helical shape
>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."
in a white room, 9/9 Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)20:19 No.1684723
>>1684547
>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 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.
>"Our Eldar friends would call thee a 'mon-keigh fucker' for this, thou knowest."
>"Our Eldar friends, by which I think you must mean Macha and Idranel, need to get laid themselves."
>"Really, sister! I never!"
>"That's not what I heard," says Tia, waggling her eyebrows.
And on that note, I end the White Room story, which I wrote in a hell of a hurry as you can see, but the idea had been in the back of my head a while. Comments? Questions?

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white room, 1/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:02 No.1557044

    >white emptiness
    >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

white room, 2/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:04 No.1557069

    >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
    >wtf?
    >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
    >big expressive violet eyes
    >for a moment you think of a young Elizabeth Taylor
    >rowr, Liz Taylor
    >also, horses don't talk

white room, 3/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:13 No.1557233

    >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 actually
    >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
    >uh oh
    >"Point taken. But I don't know what to call you, and I've never seen anything quite like you."
    >"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."

white room, 4/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:41 No.1557689

    >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?

white room, 5/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:58 No.1557973

    >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 thorougbred
    >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 some thing 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 millionfold more massive than the other two
    >yet it and the moon appear to orbit the little blue planet
    >interesting
    >and on the planet, we 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

white room, 6/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:04 No.1558052

    >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 Creator" 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

white room, 7/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:19 No.1558297

    >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

white room, 8/? (commentary/reaction welcome) Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:21 No.1558336

    >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
    >she gives you a long sidelong glance
    >and bats her eyelashes
    >"You're not going to eat me, are you, Anonymous?"
    >before you can stop yourself, you reply "Not unless you ask nicely."

Next part.

in a white room, 1/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:12 No.1682376

    >You find yourself in a white room with scattered white pillows and white furniture
    >oh, and a white horse? pony? unicorn? pegasus? creature with a rainbow colored mane and tail that move in a breeze you can't feel
    >she--the face and voice are definitely feminine, though her beauty is a cold, inhuman, alien beauty
    >her violet eyes are very expressive
    >just now she doesn't seem pleased
    >"Who are you? What are you?"
    >you're too boggled to speak
    >she frowns
    >uh oh
    >her horn begins emitting a nimbus of rainbowy light
    >lifting you telekinetically (ponykinetically?) into the air
    >you are finally able to speak
    "What is this place? Did you bring me here?"
    >"I asked first, you know. Gentlemen allow ladies to go first."
    >she smirks a bit

in a white room, 2/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:37 No.1682819

    >>1682376

    >well, okay
    >the surreality of this conversation, of this white featureless place, unnerve you, though
    "I am Anonymous. I am a human."
    >you pause awkwardly
    "I apologize, but I've never seen anything quite like you. You resemble creatures from our legends, though you also combine traits of two of them, with facial features that are, uh. not very equine."
    >she blinks
    >"Fair enough. Call me Tia. And I am not sure where we are, exactly. Perhaps one of us is dreaming."
    >she approaches slowly
    >You can't help it, you back away and crouch instinctively
    "I'm not accustomed to dream visits from legendary creatures, I suppose."
    >she snorts. "Oh, stand up, and let me look at you."
    >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--"

in a white room, 3/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)18:51 No.1683079

    >>1682819

    >"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?"
    >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, gently insistent

in a white room, 4/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:09 No.1683422

    >>1683079

    >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, well, 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 some kind of 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 firmly 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 begins giggling
    >you decides to kiss and suckle on her nipples, gently kneading the sensitive tissue surrounding them
    >oh, she likes that
    >she moans softly and begins swaying 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."

in a white room, 5/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:23 No.1683688

    >>1683422

    "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."
    "My species is... omnivorous," you said softly.
    >"Oh my. Are you going to eat me?"
    "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 his side, his 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 the whole hand, then the clenched fist
    >minus five points for anatomical incompatibility, plus several million for ingenuity and enthusiasm

in a white room, 6/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:40 No.1684021

    >>1683688

    >the fist goes deeper, free hand plucks at her nipples
    >she arches her back and makes a curiously soft squeaky sound while very powerful muscles squeeze down on his 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 inside me. I want you to punch me in the uterus. Hard."
    "Anything to oblige someone as beautiful as you."
    >the 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 he puts 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?"

in a white room, 7/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)19:54 No.1684311

    "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 nods, not sure if you comprehend
    >"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 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."

in a white room, 8/? Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)20:09 No.1684547

    >>1684311
    >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 wraps her tongue around your erection in a most lovely helical shape
    >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."

in a white room, 9/9 Anonymous 05/02/12(Wed)20:19 No.1684723

    >>1684547

    >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 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.
    >"Our Eldar friends would call thee a 'mon-keigh fucker' for this, thou knowest."
    >"Our Eldar friends, by which I think you must mean Macha and Idranel, need to get laid themselves."
    >"Really, sister! I never!"
    >"That's not what I heard," says Tia, waggling her eyebrows.

    And on that note, I end the White Room story, which I wrote in a hell of a hurry as you can see, but the idea had been in the back of my head a while. Comments? Questions?

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