Title:           AnonXZombieSelf, Coffin
Author:          auag
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First Edit:      Thursday 28th of January 2016 02:57:36 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 28th of January 2016 02:57:36 AM CDT

>Darkness
>You gasp
>Wheezing in the stale, dank air
>Your legs feel numb, stiff
>And your arms feel like they're falling apart
>How long have you been under?
>You open your eyes
>They're already open
>It's still dark
>You reach a hand out
>And feel
>Wood
>But it's wrong, different
>You don't have your fingers, just a stub where it used to be
>Your hands push against it
>Something shuffles in
>It scraps against your side
>It's dirt
>You're buried underground
>Alone
>Suffocating
>You wheeze in again
>Coughing
>Sputtering
>The air feels the same
>Your lungs burn a little
>Every part of you hurts
>Every thing feels wrong
>The dirt seems to get caught in your...
>Fur?
>Your arms scramble around your body
>Feeling soft fur in lieu of skin
>Thick mane in place of hair
>And really nice soft flanks
>You can't see to tell
>Poking around
>But it seems suspiciously like a pony
>Your hands - now hooves - move up along the side
>Feeling around
>Your breath shortens a little
>But it doesn't help
>You don't even feel any comfort breathing
>It gets shorter
>And you lean back and close your eyes
>Trying to calm down
>Breathing slower
>Slower
>Until you stop breathing
>And keep on stopping
>Wait
>What?
>There's no pain
>No burning sensation
>No need to breathe
>You open your eyes
>Still darkness
>And you thump against the wood above
>Something cracks
>Thump
>Crack
>Your hoof still hurts
"HELP!"
>It echoes loudly
>Ringing in your ears
>But no one came
>If you keep on hitting, the dirt will fall down
>You're not sure how deep you're buried
>You could spend eternity here
>You're going to die here
>Something still feels off
>How did you get here?
>Nothing comes to mind
>You don't even remember what you did
>Where you were
>Your hoof rubs against the wood above
>And suddenly something jabs
>You yelp out, pulling out
>Feeling the familiar burn of a splinter
>Well, fuck
>There's literally nothing to do
>Except...
>Well, your flanks did feel soft
>And nice
>And you reach down
 
>Your soft hoof reaches down between your legs
>Grasping
>Looking for something
>And
>Nothing
>No shaft
>No cock
>Just
>You shudder
>Twitch
>Gasp softly
>As your hoof touches on your slit
>The feeling is electric
>Even just the slightest touch
>And your back arches
>You bring it up
>Why are you panting?
>You don't even need the air
>But
>Your hoof moves down
>Slowly
>The anticipation ripples across
>Tickling sensations on your fur
>As it inches closer
>Connects
>And a surge of pleasure rocks through you
>It was nothing like this before
>You remember that much at least
>It's like the first time
>When you rolled back that skin
>Touched that nub
>Shocks throughout your body
>So sensitive
>Like a virgin
>And you pull your hoof up
>Legs spread
>The feelings loosen your body a little
>Limbs a little more nimble
>And you feel a little warmer
>Is this normal?
>Is this the end?
>To masturbate for eternity?
>This wasn't what you wanted
>But
>Slick
>Moan
>Thump
>Your leg hitting the side
>Sends dirt rattling down on your fur
>And you bring your wet hoof out
>There's nothing else to do
>You're stick here
>A dark place
>A hopefully cute pony with you
>In a weird sort of way
>What would anyone do in your place?
>You bring your hoof down
>Slide it down
>Gasping
>Rocking
>Legs twitching
>It feels like you're stroking for the first time
>And your hoof reaches the end
>Slowing down
>Sliding up
>Waves of pleasure ripple through you
>Your tongue tastes the air
>As it rolls out
>And you bring your hoof off
>Up
>Towards you
>Towards your tongue
>And touch
>And you dry heave, shoving your arm out
>Holy fuck
>That tasted absolutely disgusting
>Like the slightly salty taste of rotten food
>Mixed with something bitter
>And wrong
>And horrible
>You gag
>Cough
>Almost vomit
>Except there's nothing there
>What sort of hell is this?
 
>You shudder
>Spit out as much as you can
>Off to the side
>You're in a nice mare form
>And she - or really, you - taste disgusting
>At least
>Your hoof moves down
>Rubbing against your fur
>Down your stomach
>Just for the nice feeling
>The tickling of fur on fur
>You close your eyes
>Nothing visibly changes
>But you focus
>On the...
>What was that?
>You hoof stops at your stomach
>Squishes down
>And something wet meets you
>Squish
>Squelch
>It feels weird
>Tingly
>It pools a little
>Clumps your fur
>And you scratch at it
>Rubbing at it
>Whatever
>You'll have plenty of time
>Right now you're curious
>Your wet hoof slides further down
>Lower
>Lower
>And flicks on your nub
>Sending you gasping out
>Thumping against the walls
>Dirt shuffles down
>Falling onto you face
>And you sputter
>The soil is metallic in your mouth
>And rocky
>You turn to your side
>As best as you can
>There's not enough for your body to turn
>Just your head
>And you cough out the dirt
>How did that even get there?
>Are there cracks in the-
>Oh right
>There might be cracks
>The soil clings to your tongue
>And you bring your other hoof
>Into your mouth
>Scraping the soil out
>And a jolt of pain runs through you
>Right, the splinter
>This day has just been shit
>You cough
>Getting some more of the soil out
>Some of it falls down your throat
>That's it
>You're going to choke now
>Except
>You don't really need to breathe
>The dirt scratches on your throat
>Why do you even feel it?
>Your wet hoof goes to your chest
>Thumps
>Soil loosens
>Thump
>Yeah, no gravity
>Can't go anywhere
>Fuck it
>Your hoof moves down again
>No matter what
>You close your mouth
>Grit your teeth
>Tighten your legs in
>No matter what happens
>You're going to make the best of this stupid situation
>And just cum
>Your hoof moves between your thighs
>Rubbing on the inner part
>Matting the fur
>Drying your hoof a little
>Tracing down
>Back to your slit
 
>Ignore the scratching of rocks
>The shuffling of soil clumps
>Ignore the throbbing pain
>Ignore the pooling liquids on your stomach
>Just focus on the warmth
>The electric pleasure
>The jolt as your hoof flicks up
>Down
>Up goes your back
>Arching
>You moan out
>Can't help but open your mouth
>Letting the loud moan vibrate
>Crescendo
>Flick
>Flick
>The coffin shudders a little
>Your body is making all of the motions
>Your hoof rubs faster
>Faster
>If you could see it it'd be a blur
>You dig in
>And feel wetness
>Your wetness
>It's cold
>But in the moment you don't care
>And your flicking shifts
>Moving in, slowly
>Just prodding at first
>Spreading your legs slightly
>Careful not to touch the sides
>Pushing it in
>Your hoof squishes
>Squelches
>The jolting pleasure shifts
>Each push, shove, thrust
>Sends a softer wave of pleasure through your body
>Like you're being filled
>In a good way
>As your fur scrapes against your folds
>The electrifying sensation still ripples out
>But subdued compared to the pushing
>The filling motion
>Your body rocks back
>The feeling is like a pulling inside you
>Like if someone held your sack back when
>Giving it a gentle squeeze
>It feels weird
>Pleasurable
>Different
>As your hoof slides a little more
>More and more
>The pulling sensation grows
>Your insides feel your hoof
>And your walls squeeze against it
>Naturally
>Like you just knew how to do this
>And for some reason
>It turns you on
>Feeling your warm folds massaging your hoof
>You're panting uninhibited now
>Gasping
>And you keep your hoof there
>Basking in the warmth you feel
>And the sensation of having something inside you
>Something yours
>You wiggle your hoof
>The tickling on the inside forces you to twitch
>It feels so good
>And you pull it out
>Just slightly
>And relax
>Wow, you were really tense
>You feel your body tightening
>Preparing
>As your hoof thrusts in once more
>Forcing a loud moan out of your lips
 
>You feel it
>The familiar buildup
>Tensing
>Pleasure rising
>Your hoof thrusts again
>Scraping soil against you
>The rocks and soil in your throat vibrate
>Thrashing against your skin
>As you keep on moaning out
>This is way too pleasurable
>Way too good
>Hoof pulls out
>Your body relaxes
>Hoof rams in
>And you arch again
>And it keeps going
>Pump
>Moan
>Pump
>Moan
>And you clench tightly around your hoof
>Muscles squeezing on fur
>Yelling out as loudly as you can
>Partially for help
>Partially because holy fuck this feels good
>Liquids pour out onto your hooves
>Splattering onto the fur
>The ground underneath
>Wetting your rump as it pools underneath
>And you pull out
>Resting your hooves on the side
>Leaning back
>Panting
>Even if you don't need air
>Even if it hurts to breath
>It just feels right to pant
>Bask in the afterglow
>Lean back
>And for the first time
>In what seems like forever
>It feels okay
>You wouldn't really mind it
>Just staying here
>Repeating
>Cumming for all eternity
>Your head turns to the side
>Nothing
>Not even a small speck of light
>And the realization settles in
>You might be here forever
>And there's nothing you could do about it
>Your hoof moves to your stomach
>Rubbing on the pooling liquid
>Weird
>It has the same viscosity as your fluids
>You flick it off
>Splattering it against the walls
>It feels uncomfortable
>You keep on doing that
>As you relax
>Eyes already closed
>Listening
>Just the sound of breathing
>And...
>Thumping?
>Wait
>You don't even need to breathe
>And you stop
>Fighting that weird desire for a steady sound
>Your movements slow
>Thumping
>But
>Getting further away
"HEY! HELP!"
>Shit
>You might even get out of this
>Thump
>That was you
>Soil drizzles down
>It's too dangerous to keep going
>At least you had a small room
>You'd rather not be buried in soil
"HEY!"
>The thumping fades away
>Was it always there?
>Dammit
>Did your sounds drown out their sounds?
>You yell out
>Almost a roar
>Fuck this shit
 
>Silence
>The thumping has faded away
>To nothing
>Maybe they'll come back?
>Right?
>Your hoof moves up
>And shirk back when you feel the throbbing again
>What kind of sick joke is this?
>You're buried, far underneath who knows where
>And there's a splinter
>Rocks in your throat
>Something weird and sticky on your stomach
>You fight back the urge to thump against the coffin
>Really hard
>Like someone is laughing at you
>And you're holding them by the throat
>And you have to not sock them
>You're glad you have such restraint
>Your head turns to the side
>Trying to calm down
>There will be plenty other chances
>Maybe it was a cemetery
>Where lots of ponies come by
>Or it could be in the middle of nowhere
>Or the everfree
>Who were you?
>Your rub against your fur
>Just softness
>Some wrinkles
>Nothing out of the ordinary
>Nothing could be determined
>You have no idea how ponies feel
>Your hoof moves up to your face
>Feeling your cheeks
>A little loose
>But
>Maybe that just came with the territory?
>Your hooves fall back to your sides
>Resting
>Maybe you'll just rest
>And try to pass the time
>There's really nothing else to do but lay
>Rest
>Fap
>Sleep
>What else are you going to do?
>And you try to sleep
>Really try
>But it keeps bothering you
>Splinter
>Soil
>Liquid
>Throb
>Shuffle
>Slosh
>How the hell are you going to sleep?
>You shift about
>Trying to find a comfortable position
>Scooping soil out
>Pushing them to the side
>Making a nice bed of sorts
>Actually the wood is also very uncomfortable
>You just can't win
>Maybe some soil would make it soft
>So you spend some time
>More like a lot of time
>Rearranging the soil and wood ratios
>Getting the bed just right
>Shifting positions
>Hoof here
>No, there
>Here?
>There's no ability to tell time in this darkness
>But it sure felt like a long time
>You lean back again
>Trying to relax
>It did feel a lot nicer
>Soil where it needs to be
>Wood underneath
>Just the right amount
>And then you hear thudding again
 
"HELP!"
>Shuffling
>Thumping
>Louder
>Faster
>Closer
>Yes
>Oh shit
>You're getting out of this hell
>Finally
>You didn't even have to spend eternity
>Or even a day
"I'M TRAPPED!"
>Yes
>Shuffling
>Yes
>Thud
>Knock
>Something shouting
>"Hello?"
>Slight accent
>Voice a little deep
>Female though
"I'M HERE!"
>She must've been shouting
>Because while you hear something
>It's completely inaudible
>Shuffling again
>Getting away
>Oh goddammit
"COME BACK!"
>No response
>Her thumping fades away
>And
>Silence
>Gone was your last hope
>Just snuffed like that
>Why do you even bother?
>It's just going to be shit anyways
>Why'd you even get your hopes up?
>Your hoof moves around
>Feeling the nicely arranged dirt
>Were you comfortable here?
>Living out the rest of your life?
>Your hoof moves up
>The one not hurting from the splinter
>Pushing against the wood
>Should you stay?
>Gentle push
>If the soil comes down you might be stuck
>Swirling against the coffin
>Could you dig it up?
>Could you drill your way out of this hell?
>You're not ready
>It'll come
>Maybe she'll come back
>What kind of ponies would they be if they didn't come back?
>Time to pass the time again
>Just for a little bit
>Shuffling dirt around?
>Already done
>Fap?
>Your hoof moves down
>Brushes past the liquids
>Against your spot
>It tingles
>But
>Wait
>It still feels good
>You don't feel emptiness
>Or the hollow feeling after fapping
>A tentative rub
>And you almost gasp out again
>You bite your lips
>Rubbing
>Playing
>Sending nice waves of joy through you
>That's right
>You could probably go several times, couldn't you?
>But you stop
>Just idling your hoof on yourself
>Wondering
>What if it was like before?
>Where you would've missed them?
>But you leave it there
>Just resting on you
>Giving you a nice sensation
>Fur against slit
>Brushing with each...
>Right, you can stop breathing now
>It helps with listening
>Why did it still feel right to breathe?
>You lean back
>Just waiting for time to pass
 
>Time does pass
>You get bored
>Very fast
>Shuffling around
>Twitching
>Trying to stay quiet
>And you hear the thumping return
>Footsteps
>Something scraping
>Dragging along the ground
>She stops
>Or he
>You have no idea who it is
>Something scrapes
>A loud blip of sound
>A grunt from above
>And shuffling
>Were they...digging you out?
>Scrape
>Grunt
>Shuffle
>You're finally getting out
>They were just going to grab a shovel
>You could almost burst with joy
>Your heart
>Isn't quite thumping
>But if it were it would be thumping very loudly
>This is amazing
>You're finally getting out
>A smile spreads across your face
>And you lay waiting
>And waiting
>Waiting
>Scrape
>Waiting
>Grunt
>Waiting
>Shuffle
>The sound isn't really getting louder
>Barely
>Maybe they're not even digging where you're from
"HELLO?"
>No response
>The sound even stops
>A few moments pass
>Did you scare them?
>It continues
>And you sigh a little relief
>Just have to be patient for now
>No point rushing it
>It's better than nothing
>Now that you're no longer concerned with not hearing though
>Your hoof rubs against yourself
>Sending you arching a little
>This time with no worries
>You're going to escape
>You're going to finally be free
>And you deserve a reward
>Your hoof rubs against you
>The feeling isn't quite the same
>It's more sensitive
>But at the same time the highs and sensations aren't the same
>It's easier to evoke a feeling
>But the feeling didn't feel as good
>Still great
>Still
>Wonderful
>Slick
>Slick
>You make it a game
>Following the motion above you
>Rubbing
>Body moving
>Quickly moving to thrusting
>Body bouncing
>You let it all go this time
>Just let your legs kick
>Pound against the walls of your cage
>As you pound against yourself
>It feels really good
>You should've been a mare all your life
>The shuffling gets closer
>As do you
>Your legs rub against the sides of the coffin
>Scraping
>As you pant
>Moan
>The world above shuffles
>Scrapes
>Grunts
>A nice flow
 
>Your moans reach a crescendo
>Hoof thrusting in and out
>Filling you
>Tugging at yourself
>Pulling
>Bringing your pleasure back up
>As the world above you thumps
>Shuffles
>You give a loud groan
>Moaning loudly
>Body arches
>Legs thrash wildly
>Kick
>Once
>Twice
>As more of your fluids drip out onto your hooves
>Giving you the familiar wetting
>Matting of fur
>But this time
>You leave it in
>Just relaxing
>Waiting
>For your rescuer
>Idly playing
>This is amazing
>You felt tired, yeah
>But you still feel the sensations
>It's like there's no refractory period
>At all
>Thunk
>Light
>It blinds you
>And you squint
>The glint of silver gray shines in the dull light
>A bastion in the darkness
>Yes
>A million times yes
>Your hoof moves out
>Legs still spread
>But whatever
>And you thump against the sky above
"Let me out!"
>Throat a little hoarse
>From the rocks, soil and shouting
>Some more shuffling
>You feel the coffin shiver a little
>Oh shit
>Yes
>Fuck yes
>Grunt from above
>She sounds kinda cute actually
>Light filters in through the cracks
>And you see yourself for the first time
>A green body
>Greyish hair
>Legs spread
>Wait
>Why are there green juices on your stomach?
>And
>You look a little older than you thought
>Wait
>Oh shit
>Oh fuck
>The coffin opens
>An orange mare greets you
>Standing on the side
>On the dirt
>Looking at you with disgust
>Mouth open
>Staring
>Gaping
[spoiler]>"G-granny?"[/spoiler]