Dreamweaver
Dreamweaver
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
July, 2003
All Rights Reserved.
Asleep in her wide, soft bed, the young Anthro Unicorn filly slept peacefully. Her silken white fur glimmering in the moonlight that shone in on her still form, her body shrouded from neck to ankle in a gossamer thin silken nightgown. A gentle sea breeze wafted in through the open window, the curtains rustling, as the sibilant hiss of waves on the sand rising and falling, as the young Filly moaned and a furred hoof-paw waved weakly at some unseen annoyance, before coming to rest back on the bed beside her once more. She slept on, oblivious to the pale, shimmering image that appeared at the foot of her bed, the spectre slowly taking a more corporeal form.
It coalesced into the form of a human male, who stood six feet one inches tall. He wore a long loose brown cassock, and a dark cape was clasped about his shoulders. His hands were clasped before him, his face hidden by the deep, dark cowl of the cassock*s hood. Around his waist was a twined cord belt; from which hung a few small leather pouches and his feet were encased in old, faded doeskin boots. He reached up his hands and slowly folded back the hood; to reveal his face and the shock of shoulder length, raven black hair. He sat himself on the edge of the young filly*s bed, yet his movement did not even disturb the mattress in the slightest.
He looked on at the sleeping filly for a moment longer, before he rose and unclasped the cloak, then lay it at the foot of her bed, and likewise shed the belt. Dressed now only in his cassock, he silently removed that as well and laid it too at the end of her bed. Sitting himself in a bedside chair, he pulled off his doeskin boots and set them to one side, then rose and stretched. His naked body glimmered and shone as if coated with a fine layer of oil, but it was the opalescent glow that seemed to surround him, that created the light. As silent as the wind itself, he crept onto the filly*s bed and he trailed a hand along her ankle, the fur prickling and goose bumps rising on the filly*s flesh. Sliding both hands up her shins and over her knees, her nightgown seemed to move of its own volition, revealing a little more of the creamy white fur it covered.
In her sleep, the filly shivered and moaned softly, but did not wake.
Further and further the man*s hands roamed, her nightgown recoiling from his cold touch and as he paused, his hands lovingly caressing her trembling thighs, the nightgown stopped its upwards movement, just revealing the faintest hint of the young filly*s darkly coloured groin. He leant down and began kissing and nibbling her ankles, slowly working his way up her legs, the filly unconsciously moaning and parting her legs for this ghostly suitor. Higher and higher he moved, her legs quivering and her quiet nickering and moans escaping her as he moved steadily towards the dark flesh between her thighs. Just before he reached it, he stopped and laid his hands on her stomach, and he whispered something in an ancient, long forgotten language, and watched as the filly*s nightgown parted before his eyes.
Watching on, he seen it slide almost liquidly away from her bosom, and he moaned in some emotion, as he seen the creamy white fur of her breasts exposed. Kneeling over her, he reached out with his hands and tenderly cupped the breasts, his thumbs rubbing small circles over the nipples, the circles growing to extend over the sensitive aureoles. A whinny of pleasure escaped the sleeping filly, and her nipples swelled with blood, their pink tips poking through the downy fur that covered her breasts. Moaning, the filly*s hoof-paws swatted at the man who knelt over her, but her hands passed through him as if he were nothing but an illusion.
He smiled to himself, then continued to stroke and massage the nipples, feeling them swell with blood, as he caressed each breast in turn, cupping it gently and squeezing them like they were fine, fragile objects. Moaning, the filly murred and squirmed, but she did not wake. Sliding his hands down, the man ran his fingertips down her belly, then paused and caressed her tight, flat stomach, pressing his hands in gently against the lower belly, before he bowed his head and slid his hands down towards the dark flesh between her thighs. As his cold hands caressed the dark slit of her sex, the filly gasped and parted her legs, a low, almost inaudible moan escaping her as he smiled again and rubbed his hand up and down over her trembling black folds.
Again and again, he stroked and caressed, fingertips barely brushing her sex, but the filly groaned and writhed, her legs parting further and further, her dark sex slowly distending and swelling as blood rushed to the area, her arousal growing by the second. He looked down, then gently probed with two fingers, sliding them up and down her trembling slit, and he grinned as the filly*s sex winked, his fingers sliding into the hot, tight depths and her whinny loud as she squeezed down on his fingers. Sliding them free again, he once more resumed caressing and stroking, feeling the hot blood warming the filly*s vulva, her lips winking again and again as her arousal grew with each passing moment. Sliding himself down the filly*s trembling legs, the man lay himself flat on her bed, and he began kissing and nibbling her inner thighs and the dark slash.
Each nuzzle made the filly gasp and squirm, and her body shook with feelings and a state of arousal she had never experienced in her life, yet she still remained deeply asleep, her eyelids fluttering and ears twitching as the man tenderly parted her dark folds, his tongue sliding inwards and tasting the sweet nectars of the filly*s highly aroused state. Again and again, he nuzzled, nibbled and licked both inside and out of her warm, tight sex, bringing the young filly more and more pleasure with each passing moment. Uncontrollably, her black vulva lips winked and squirmed, squeezing down on the human*s tongue, as he continued his blissful fellation of the virginal young filly.
For two hours, he worked her to the very edge of orgasm, then let her body cool down once more, before yet again bringing her to the very utmost edge of orgasmic release, and yet again, letting her calm. Her breathing came in hot, rapid pants and her heart thudded in her chest, her pulse racing. At last he stopped with his sensuous torment of the filly, and he slid himself up her body, his iron-like erection throbbing and pulsing. It was well over eight inches long, and two wide, slightly curved upwards with a bright flaring purplish head. He rubbed his member against the filly*s dark sex, feeling her body wink again and again, then he gave a gentle thrust and as she winked again, he plunged the head of his penis into her pink, wet tunnel.
A nicker of pain escaped the filly, and he glanced up at her sleeping form, seeing the glistening of tears at the corner of her eyes. Pausing a moment, he slid himself back out, then gently pushed back against her sex again, but this time, he did not stop, and pushed deeper and deeper into her. He felt her virginity halt his progress, and he tensed, then gave a short, sudden thrust and broke her.
A choking wail of pain tore its way from the filly, and as the man froze, he held his breath to see if anyone or anything had heard her cry. Sobbing, the filly moaned and tossed her head, instinctively reaching down towards her groin, but the man*s hands intercepted her roaming hoof-paws and he clasped them in his own. With a low sobbing moan, the filly*s hoof-paw fingers interlaced with his and squeezed down in a crushing grasp, that would surely have broken the finger-bones of a normal human, but he was not normal, and the filly*s crushing grip did not worry him in the slightest. Pausing again, he pulled himself free from her tight, clasping sex and again rubbed the head of his penis against her dark folds, feeling again, her body wink * and as it did so, he slid himself back inside her, grunting as she unconsciously squeezed down with her tight cervix muscles, seeking to rid herself of this unwanted intrusion.
She moaned and thrashed in her sleep, sobbing openly and clawing at her bed sheets, as the human lay himself down on her, his cold body chilling the filly where their flesh met, and raising goose bumps over her furred form. As he began a tender, sensual thrusting inside her, the filly nickered and whinnied weakly, every forward thrust from him, accompanied by a short, painful gasp from her. He stroked her cheek with one hand, and then lowered his head and began to lovingly nuzzle between her breasts, his free hand caressing and massaging her right breast, before he began to nurse on her left breast, his tongue flicking over and around the nipple, then settling beneath it, his mouth forming a seal around the sensitive aureole and sucking the nipple firmly.
Crying, the filly flinched and writhed, yet still did not wake. Her body was inflamed with a mixture of both pleasure from the nursing and pain from him mating her conflicted and roiled within her sleeping body. Warm sea breezes blew in through her window, ruffling her silken mane that lay sprawled across her pillow and as she moved beneath her partner, she groaned and squeezed down with her tight cervix walls, her body relenting and instincts claiming her as she began to ripple her muscles along his length, squeezing and releasing, then squeezing down again.
If he had been a normal human male, her tight musculature and incredible heat from her arousal would have brought him to climax within seconds, but he was far from normal and only slowed his already gentle lovemaking, his hips moving back and forth against the filly with slow, soothing movements, his penis within her rubbing sensuously along her incredibly tight cervix walls, bringing the filly a mixture of both pleasure and pain.
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For six hours, the man made love with the filly, bringing her one climax after another, her thighs wet with her overflowing natural lubricative juices, and the mattress and sheets likewise damp. A large patch of blood was also just beneath the filly*s groin * caused from when he had broken her.
Sobbing and moaning, the filly tossed her head and writhed beneath her ghostly partner, her body soaking wet with her sweat, her pillow damp from the tears that coursed silently down her cheeks and dripped onto her pillow. Relentlessly, the man made love to the filly, pleasuring her in ever conceivable way imaginable, altering the angle of his penetrations after each orgasm, making sure the next the filly experienced was even greater than the last. So lost was he with the sensations that filled him, he lost track of the hours as they sped past. It was only the raucous croak of a crow that made his head snap to the side and his eyes widened, as he stared at the distant horizon, the sky that blended so smoothly with the water, turning a faint pink. He turned his attentions back to the filly, then intensified his thrusts against her, plunging his length in and out of her body and making her grunt and tremble, her muscles squeezing tighter and tighter with each thrust he made into her once more.
At last, he made a final, sharp and deep lunge and the filly shrieked in both pain and alarm, as he screamed himself and pulse after pulse of semen flooded deep into the filly*s dark depths. It was more than a human should be capable of producing, and it flooded the filly*s cervix, filling her almost to bursting point, as the man grunted and pushed himself harder and harder against her, as if racing the coming dawn. Powerful muscular contractions gripped his member, squeezing even more semen from him, and flooding its hot, sticky fluids deep into her womb.
Just as the dawn broke the surface of the distant horizon, its incandescent rays splashing across the lands, the man gave a final despairing scream of pure despair. His piercing shriek woke the filly, whose eyes snapped open and she stared into the sad, mournful eyes of the naked human who had made love to her, and she shrieked in terror and pain, her eyes widening as he hung his head as the sunlight hit his form. With a dazzling flash, his form dematerialised and a short, cold blast of wind roared through the curtains, as his body burst into a myriad of shimmering sparkles that fluttered down over the filly and melted away like a fragile snowflake as it hit her sweaty, exhausted form.
Horrified and sickened, the filly continued to stare down at her body, then she burst into loud, braying sobs and snatched her nightgown back over her naked form, her eyes wild and rolling as she tried to bring her reeling senses back under control. Even as her bedroom door slammed open and her sleepy looking parents rushed in, the stallion carrying a large bat, the mare*s eyes wide with trepidation, the filly whimpered and slumped back down onto her wet bed sheets, and squeezed her eyes tightly closed, feeling the sickening after-effects of her mating, and her body continuing to tremble and squeeze more of the hot, sticky semen inside her, up into her womb.
Her mother ran to the sobbing filly*s side and pulled her daughter close, stroking the hysterically crying filly*s mane and whispering soothingly to her, then sighing and flicking a glance to her life-mate, who slowly lowered the bat and blinked his eyes, as his gaze was caught by the dark cassock, doeskin boots, cord belt and cloak that lay crumpled near the filly*s bed*clothing that flickered and faded away as the sunlight washed over it. He looked at his sobbing daughter, then at his life-mate and gave her a barely perceptible nod, before he turned and waked silently out of the bedroom, leaving the mare to comfort their foal*.
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