As you sit naked on the wing of the powerful Spitfire with your

>>5027889
Your request is quite intimidating as a tale of intrigue pertaining to thine most wondrous of experiences is quite the expectation. However, I do feel compelled to respond with a tale. Although, not all wondrous, parts are quite disturbing. I'm not even sure it qualifies as a coherent narrative except for the fragile connections my psyche has glue the thing together with. What's more I'm not even sure it's interesting or worth repeating, but repeat it I will because I feel as I feel compelled not to remain silent and to indeed tell a story.

It starts with a somewhat strange encounter, or maybe, as with all elements of this narrative, it is only strange to my psyche which is grasping at something beyond the mundane. I was walking on a path in my small hometown as a teenager, seeking something more than my humdrum surroundings as I often did as a youth. I could smell in the air that this day would be the start of something. As I am walking on this path a group of girls about my age riding horses crosses my path. The horses tower above me and I cannot help but be slightly intimidated by the stature of the animals and at how much higher off the ground all of these girls are. I try to simply smile and wave in greeting as is customary in a small town, but my gaze is held for a strange amount of time with one girl in particular. She returns my smile, but hers is rather odd. It appears she's smirking almost. In fact, she has a rather odd mix of emotions in her smile. Slightly smug, a little aroused, with a twinkle in her eye. It is a deeply piercing expression and I accidentally catch her eye and have the sudden compulsion to look away. (to be continued...)

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>>5028029
The trouble is that when I do look away I look down and end up looking straight at the horses genitalia. It is a male horse with a sizable manhood which seems to be more than flaccid but also far from erect. I end up looking back up at the girl and her piercing expression. It cuts into me. Into my subconscious. She gives me a wink further imprinting this whole encounter into some deeper part of me. She holds my gaze until she passes me. I try to forget about the whole thing for the rest of my days wanderings but this simple event simply couldn't leave my mind. (to be continued...)

>>5028037
Disturbing dreams haunt me in the weeks to follow. I am in a wasteland being knawed on by strange beasts and dark phantasmagorical entities. Their bites sting as if they are poisonous. But I do not parish. I am saved. The girl who winked at me rides gallantly into battle on her horse. Her long blonde hair waves in the air as she easily disposes of the monsters with her sword. Heads decapitated monster guts spill upon the ground like paint onto a canvass of a splatter painting. (to be continued...)

>>5028050
She scoops me up onto her horse when she is done disposing of the foul beasts. "Got yourself into a predicament there, huh princess? Well don't worry, I'll be your knight," says the girl. I manage to stammer our a thanks. "Oh, don't thank me yet your far from saved. Why do you think you were in that wasteland to begin with? Your heart is impure and poisoning you. We have to purify it!" (to be continued...)

>>5028054
"H-how do we do that?" I ask nervously. "All in good time. Right now you need to rest." The girl takes me to a large castle like building. At this point I am starting to feel as though I have been indeed poisoned. My vision is getting blurry. We are still mounted on her horse as we enter the building. I catch glimpses of paintings, scones, many strange objects such as what appear to be crystal balls and other wondrous things. There are swords hanging on the walls. Eventually I am laid down in a bed and as I drift off into sleep in the dreamworld I drift into wakefulness in real life. (to be continued...)

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This is gay, talk about the Spitfire again

>>5028057
The next day I feel sick and cannot stop thinking about the dream, and one thing in particular: the fact that I was poisoned in the dream. I couldn't help but feel poisoned in real life. I knew it must be a delusional thought but I couldn't let go of the idea. And what's more I couldn't wait to get back to my dreams. I knew I would return to the same dream. At the same time I was concerned that maybe I was going mad. Loosing my grip on reality. But these thoughts did not stop the impulses that I was having. Besides, although the horse girl was quite intimidating she was also very beautiful. That night I returned to my slumber and was thrust into the middle of a quite horrifying situation. I was where the horse girl had left me on a bed. Above me was the girl mounted on her horse, but this time the horse was fully erect.Horse girl had the same disturbing expression she had when I had fist met her in real life. "W-what's going on..." "You need to be purified. You are dirty. This is no normal horse. This is the only thing that will do it. It will hurt less if you don't struggle. Just take off your pants and lay there. Think about something else. Besides, you must know by now, princess. This is only a dream. I am not real. The horse is not real. But the poison is. It will kill you. Perhaps slowly. Perhaps you will not die even, but instead never really live. All you have to do is sacrifice your dream body's pain right now. Give this horse your anal virginity. Let it shoot its antidote into your body and you will be purified. It's not like your real ass hole will be wrecked and your dream body will heal. This is the only way. (to be continued...)

>>5028060
no ur gay

>>5028074
I knew that this was the truth so I did what I had to do. I won't go into detail because my intention is not to write bestiality erotica, but I will say it was extremely painful and mentally scaring although it was only a dream. I will always remember this. The horse girl was clearly aroused. After the ordeal was finished she dismounted the horse and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Goodbye, princess. Your pain will be over now. You've endured and are purified. However there is one more burden for you to bear. You see, these events work in cycles. Soon I will need to be helped as I have helped you. I will look similar to how I have looked in the past. There will be signs that it will be me, but I will not look identical to how I do now. I will not remember you. You must help me. You must purify me. It will not be in the same way as I have done for you. You will know what to do when the time comes. It will make sense in the future. Bye princess.

>>5028085
I am done for now. I will save all of this and possibly edit it. There might be a sequel. Also this is about 70% true. Also I know probably no one is reading this but I got the overwhelming urge to write this for some reason so I will be probably reposing the stuff I wrote just now and the continuation at some point even if no one cares. I feel compelled to do this.