Chapter 1 - Elle Phantome

Note: This story is extremely unpleasant for a significant amount of time and isn't substantially better than that after it. If you're looking for happysunshine pony porn, go find Aeolus or Slugbox. That said, the sex itself isn't horrific and can be fairly playful at times. Kinks include domination, asphyxiation, being filled with cock, and lactating, isn't that fun?


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A dense, icy fog covered the stones of the underground floors. Creeping ivy grew in the mineral-dense dark soil, but without sunlight or water the tendrils quickly shrivelled into black and dreary infestations on the walls. The profound lack of energy pervaded everything, a deathly stillness in the dark hallway.

At one end of the claustrophobic corridor, a spiral staicase. At the other end, a grey stone wall untouched since its carving. Only a dozen or so grilles set into the walls aerated the bleak stone foundations of the castle: Iron cell bars designed with a cruel hand. No sound was heard, no movement stirred the uncast dust floating in the air. Until.

The click of metal on stone betrayed a presence approaching the top of the stairs. Click-clack! In the unpermeated darkness something stirred, causing an eruption of choking dust. Click-clack! It became louder. Click-squelch. The foot was heard to have exited the staircase and hit the icy wet floor below. The disgusting but pleasing noise of thick liquid being displaced echoed about. A low moan began, but-

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, a blast of light seared forth! The darkness retreated and heat gushed into the room. Long-untouched ivy shrivelled and flopped off the wall at the sudden expansion heat-energy brings. The ball of fire drew back and briefly illuminated a terrifying figure: Bloodforged red armor; a slitted helmet sitting on top of a revolting, spiked creation. The ball of light was launched forward with the arm of a precision shotputter, squarely hitting a square on the ceiling with accuracy. Pinpricks of energy snaked along unseen pathways in the grimy tiles. Several tiles lit up a dim ruddy red, casting a bit of light into the cells. With the red light illuminating its path, the figure walked for a few feet, coming to the front of a grille. The inscrutable figure peered in.

The figure of a rotting skeleton awaited. It lay in its digestive juices, putrifying even in this dead atmosphere. Its flesh stank as worms ate and digested it, while parasites and bacteriae converted its carbon nanostructure into less pleasant forms- particularly, hydrogen gas emitting and fouling the air with a lack of oxygen.

The armored masque spun around with an air of contempt. Cold, robotic words were uttered, waves coursing through cold air. "I guess I didn't play with it enough."

Approaching the opposite cell, the suit of armor reared back to look up. On a plaque nailed above the bars was the desegnation for the creature inside, but it had been worn away with time. The figure leaned in for a look, hands grasping the iron bars. Inside, lying in the freezing mud, was a tiny human figure. It was completely naked, its belly distended and red with the soreness of pregnancy, its breasts and nipples swelled enormously. Thankfully, she was not in danger of being emanciated. Quite the opposite, it looked well-fed and content, aside from lying in freezing mud and its own juices in a disturbing environ. The light had alerted her from her long slumber. She looked up to the nightmarish figure with dichromatic eyes. Her left was blue, her right grey and dead. In a voice clear as a bell, she called out- "Mother!"