(OoC) Ok Jon... 'Lynx... since you guys have kept pullin' at this wuff's chain I'm gonna turn it up another notch then and give evfurryone aboard the E.C. this little 'encounter' then... Not that anyone has to worry about it screwin' up whatever storyline they may already be in the middle of or whatnot... This was just another of those unusual 'occurances' that sometimes happens to groups of people who've been on a long voyage together... I will leave it up to each player as to wether their character had experienced this or not and wether they choose to bring it up in conversation that may urge someone to investigate it that such an occurence happened... };) (BiC) *The E.C. flies on to it's intended destination at a casual clip... Before it and right in it's path drifts a nebulous cloud that was scanned and deemed non-threatening and so not much else attention was paid to it... But as the ship submerged into the cloud it permeated throughout the entire ship... and any who were caught sleeping at the time... or even day-dreaming were treated to this erotic vision... Iron... Iron striking stone... The sound reverberates through the empty, darkened street as you find yourself walking alone... late at night... A streetlight overhead manages to break the otherwise unending darkness in several places to help guide the weary traveler but in the lateness of the hour the darkness inbetween these beacons of light lies so thick as to be nearly inpenetrable... How you came to be here you have no idea... Nor does it seem neccessarily wrong that you are here... only that you must keep walking... From one lit area to the next... Iron... Iron striking stone... Again you hear the sound... slightly louder this time... Coming closer... You turn to look back... into the darkness and into the light... But nothing seems to have broken the continuity of light and darkness that remains as equally behind you... as before you! Iron... Iron striking stone... Your pace and step quicken... Louder still the sound comes at you from behind as you step into the darkness between beacons... Your pulse races... You cannot help it... The fear of the unknown begins to descend upon you... heightened by the darkness it begins to take form in your mind long before any other senses may confirm or deny what plays across your subconscious as you find yourself running those last few step into the light of the next streetlamp... Into the 'safety' it so falsely presents... You finally turn to look back once more... Iron... Iron striking stone... Three lit areas from where you'd come you finally see... something... The infuriating roll of thick, billowous fog... Spewing into the lit area in a wave that immediatly obscures almost everything from view, leaving the light of the lamp as only a bright blur in the mists as you feel the approach of... something coming beyound the shadow of a doubt!... Iron... Iron striking stone... Iron striking stone again. Something tells you to run... Even when your mind screams to stay long enough to try and see what whatever it is making the sound come into view... But the thick fog prevents you from seeing anything as the fog continues to pursue you, roiling back into the shadows... Into the night as the the sound draws nearer... and nearer... The huge mass of smokiness passing beyound the boundaries of the light and at last giving you the indestinct shape of something moving along in the fog... Something large! Coming towards you!... Iron... Iron striking stone... Iron striking stone again. You turn and run again. Into the darkness... into the light. You stop to look once more only to find the fog has already pushed into the darkness a mere two lights away from you... Gaining on you... Sensing your rising trepidation... the blurred light bathing the huge, shadowy form that lurks at the heart of the fog, but somehow slightly familiar as your panicky mind races to associate what this thing could possibly be by what little you are given to go on... Iron... Iron striking stone... Iron striking stone again. And now the sound keeps a steady pace... Becomes more familiar as it grows closer... The steady beat of shod hooves on pavement... You relax some... An equine sound... A reassuring sound... The vague large, shadowy shape must surely be that of a horse coming towards you... The comfort of another... Offering companionship on this dreary night... But then... something raises your apprehensions once more as the fog swallows you in the light of the streetlamp... Once more raises your fears as the huge shadowy form looms closer and closer and you hear those huge hooves striking the pavement in predatory determination... coming right for you!... Iron... Iron striking stone... Iron striking stone again. You gasp as uncertainty makes you turn to run again... only this time fear fouls your step and you stumble, pitching forward. Your palms slam hard as does your knees, into the unyielding pavement. Pain lancing through you... Forcing you to call out... And a bone-chilling, shrill whinney answers... Freezing you with paralysis at it being almost right on top of you!... Trembling, your head cranes to the side as much as possible... Your eye widening in terror as the huge ebony-hued equine's head lashes through the fog, bearing wickedly sharp, carnivorous teeth parted as the huge beast gives another ear-flattening whinney! Smoke gushing from flared nostrils and pouring from the crest of his neck and fetlocks to partially obscure everything around it, the source of the fog revealed at last! Huge, manhole cover sized hooves lifting up off the ground further securing your paralysis as you just know that impact with them will end your existence! Yet your gaze remains fixed behind you at the sight as the monstrous stallion rears up to stand on his hinds and paw at the air. And definately a stallion it is too as the fog beneath it is knived to either side by the rise of his mighty erect phallus, the huge obsidian pillar of hot cockflesh showing it's urgency as it lances the air! Then you scream out in pain as those terrible forehooves land... right on your hands! Hopelessly shattering them to a pulp far beyound any ability to heal and forever stealing away whatever chance you may have had of getting up to run... Your body still, reflexively tries to pull away... Away from the searing pain and immediately notifying you that your posterior has now alligned itself to the heat of that terrible phallus and even trying to flex down your glutes is too late as the midnight stallion gives a mighty thrust!... You start, jerking back into reality... Your body trembling and cold with sweat... Your heart racing even as familiar sights and sounds reaffirm that it was only a dream... But then the faint scent of iron and stone leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and nose and a darting glance catches the last wisps of smoke rolling away from sight, making you truely wonder.. The E.C. bursts free of the billowous nimbus, continueing on it's journey... Several of it's passengers left in a state of wet, fearful arousal by an encounter they were mostly unaware of even!...* The end? Part 2 *The soft sensation of air blowing past your face comes to you as you drift downwards, ever downwards from waking reality into a fitful slumber once more. Swirls of fog caress and embrace you in your soft descent as you turn over to face downward, wondering where you are going and how you will stop... You reach out reflexively to brace for an impact expecting it to be harsh... but the harshness never comes... Strangely enough your hands feel distant and numb, hardly any sensation at all and you wonder why that is for a moment... then faintly, a familiar sound reaches your ear that fills you with dreaded suspiscion... Iron... Iron striking stone.... You whimper pitiably as you glance about on hands and knees, unable to move... Only able to gasp at the intense pleasurable pain as you feel yourself being... filled from behind... That delisciously decadent sensation of your bowels hopelessly succumbing to the undeniable pressures of the vastly thick, pulsing hard member that burrows deeper and deeper into you... Forcing your body forward by the sheer power of it's thrust! Even pulling you back some along with it in partial withdrawal as it rears back for that next devastating thrust as the solid heat of the huge body of ebon equine settles once more upon you, pinning you down... reclaiming you for his own as you moan like the lost soul that you are!... Iron... Iron grinding against stone... The massive stallion leans down his huge head, fog-inducing nostrils billowing as they flare, moistening your cheek with the breathe of his exurtions then his fearsome jaws open revealing those wickedly horrible teeth! A thick, saliva coated tongue slathers forth to nuzzle against your cheek, savoring your fear-induced sweat... Iron... Iron grinding against flesh... The pressure eases up off the numbness of what was once your left hand... The huge manhole cover-sized hoof lifting up from the pulped gore that was your extremity as you feel the weight of the monster shift atop you slightly... Then that awful hoof descends again... Slowly pressing down on the side of your head... Doing so with deliberate slowness to milk your rising terror for all it's worth! Forcing your head relentlessly downward until it presses to the side against the hard cold stone... Iron... Bloody iron against flesh... "Oh Gods!... Please don't kill me!" You hear your voice say from a seeming distance with no recollection of working your mouth past anything but a whimper... The forceful repositioning lowering your body and presenting your posterior all the more for the stallion's charnal delight as the collossal pillar of had cockflesh increases it's tempo, savagely brutalizing you with only a muted acknowledgement as the pressure of the huge hoof commands your mind's focus... Iron... Iron bearing down against bone... "Why... why are you doing... this... to me?..." your distanced voice implores... ~*~ To learn more...~*~ is the only answer you hear as the thrusting slows, becomes more deliberate and forceful as the dark stallion nears his final release. The maddening pressure on your skull causing your body to clench down around the throbbing girth within you until with a final thrust you feel him grow impossibly even more massive then feel the crash of untold volumns of his ejaculate flood your body! Expand you all the more with it's seemingly unending supply! Dimly you hear the shrill whinny of the stallion's climax voice in his glorious release before the pressure at your head become all- encompassing and shattering your world with it's force as you rise up screaming! Heart pounding, head and hands nearly numb with blinding pain until finally things slow once more to normal... The hot iron taste of blood in your mouth as your eyes dart about... Barely catching that last vistage of retreating wisps of smoke as that horrifying echo of a whinny receeds in your mind! Later on, several reports of slumbering redshirts have been reported found dead in their quarters... apparently of fright... Something as definately touched you this night and only your own fortitude has spared you from suffering a similar fate!... Or could this all have been some bizarre coincidence?... Dare you go forth to reveal your terrifying encounter to another?...Or do you hope that this was merely the conclusion of another nightmare that only you have been in?... Perhaps your ordeal is over at last now that the outcome of your fevered dream has ended.... but dare you take that chance?...* The end? (OoC) well now... now that you've managed to catch your breath once more... do you initiate contact... or will you simply dismiss this as yet another nightmare?... The choice is yours... As with the first 'nightmare' I leave this purely up to anyone who wishes to participate their characters... You don't have to 'rush' into any scenarios with this... simply confiding in another players' character may set things in motion until enough players show an intrest in going forward with this... Heck, I even invite anyone who wants to take the reigns of this to go with it however they think their characters would react to this in when and how they want to confront other players about it so there's no need for anyone to feel rushed into anything... but I do think this will make for some intresting threads until a 'formal' thread developes for some characters to interact in... I leave it up to you... {:) *The all-emcompassing whiteness begins to break down into swirling mists as you feel a gentle swaying calling you back to your senses. Something does not seem quite right to you at first... your last recollections being that horrible sensation of a tremendous weight pressing down upon your skull as you recall one of the huge, manhole cover-sized forehooves of the terrible beast forcing your head against the ungiving cobblestone road beneath you. Iron... Iron striking stone... You can see that the cobblestone road is still beneath you... as it progresses in an unending procession past your sight... You are feeling the sensation of being propelled... yet not held by any conventional meants that you are aware of... Iron... Iron striking stone... The sound is all around you, yet loudest emanating from the ground at either side of you...You recall your hands... Hands crushed beyound all hope of redemption by the self-same hooves that you had felt pressing down on your head. You bring these hands up before your eyes yet no form greets your vision. No digits are seen to wave as you experimentally wiggle your fingers... You instinctively reach up to feel your face and all seems to feel as it should normally... yet you know that your head and hands should be naught more than an amorphous blob of gory mess... crushed nearly beyond all recognition! Iron... Iron striking stone... Your momentum forward continues... steadily... yet faltering forward... The delisciously wicked fullness of hard heat inside you propelling you forward to a swaying gait in accordance to the stride of the great beast who had unmercifully had his way with you... and slain you... Iron... Iron striking stone... (My GOD!)Oo. you think... as realization dawns...oO( That bastard killed me!... KILLED ME!... And now... even now he has yet to finish fucking me!... Am... am I condemned to spend eternity impaled on the eternal erection of this infernal beast???) The steps stop... ~*~ And would such a fate be such a terrible thing?... Even now I sense that such fills you with as much longing and desire as it does dread...~*~ *The great ebon stallion suddenly rears to his hinds, the motion drastically shifting your view as you are helpessly brought along into nearly a vertical position before being thrown forward! The cobblestone ground racing towards your face once more as the huge stallion drops back to all-4's! You turn your head reflexively in anticipation of the impact that never comes and somewhere in the recesses of your mind you know that also just as reflexively your body has clenched down on practically all musculature as the giant stallion shudders with the pleasure you have further granted to his unending erection!* ~*~ You see... you are no more in control of your instinctual reactions than I am in my existence to sate the eternal dark desires that fuel my function... We are both enslaved by what we are... and that which causes us to seek one another out to try and sate that eternal need... Whatever form I may take... I will always be that dark desire for which you will both fear and long for...an we are both insatiable in our need to learn more... Some have died before now... unable to cope with what the fear of experiencing that which may lie beyond your control may bring... Only your own fortitude has brought you thus far... You thought your ordeal with me had ended... you begin to see now that it can be as unending... as eternal as the hard, searing phallic flesh that bears you aloft!... Even now I sense the curiousity of what may lie ahead driving you to renewed heights of fear... and passion... Deny it as much as you might try... it is inevitably there for any who are so inclined to see...I will thrill you with experiences beyond imagination!... Until at last even your very essense has worn itself away against the burning desires of my erection!... Ah... I am pleased that this both thrills and frightens you... But to be fair... and in all honesty... I truely do hope that you have the fortitude to sustain me... So few... so very few actually can ride the dark stallion across the expanse of eternity... But they are made stronger for it and better because of it... And now we shall proceed... as we always will... And should you wish to consult with me... you will know that I am forever here... imbedded to your subconsciousness as deeply as you are now upon the eternal shaft of dark desires that shall forever plague you!...~*~ *You jerk upwards into a sitting position once more. The odor of iron, blood and stone heavy in your norstrils and your body damp with the sweat of both heat and cold... and in a state of arousal at the apex of sexuality... despite the knowing sense that already you have spent yourself with orgasm! Your heart racing! pounding in your chest as the thoughts of the dark stallion echo in your mind!* Lunarwolf MoonPhaser