Sex, Mature, Twilight, OC, Encasement, *Dark*

F, mummification, duct tape, machine

Spectra has a harsh deadline for her next novel and could really use a few extra months to work on it. Luckily, Twilight knows just the spell to help her. Unfortunately, no one told Spectra that duct tape repair robots and magic don't mix.

Trigger: mummification, machine, solo female.
A gift for: TwistedSpectrum
This story complies with Asimare's three rules of robotics, in compliance with federal code 3B, section C.

I nearly tore a hoof-full of hair out when I read the last line of the letter one more time.

No more excuses; if the novel’s rough draft isn’t done in three days, you’re fired, Spectra.

Snobby Stallion

C.E.O.

-Pearson—Mare Publishing

“Shit, I’m screwed!” I paced around my living room at a total loss, talking to myself. “The supplies I ordered aren’t here yet, my house is a mess, the typewriter is broken, and I haven’t even started the novel! I told them this move to Ponyville would be stressful, but no! They couldn’t give me an extra two months!”

Before leaving Manehatten I had ordered a hi-tech automated duct-tape repair machine. I had it mailed here to Ponyville, expecting maybe some broken fine china, or a busted chair. Instead, nearly everything was damaged and without the magical little device, I wouldn’t be able to fix a damn thing.

I glanced over at the kitchen, which I had only just finished unpacking. Perhaps moving to a smaller town to get away from the stress of a busy life wasn’t a good idea after all. Sometimes, I just wanted a nice, long vacation away from all the deadlines and pressure.

Across the living room was my bed room, similiarly adorned with hastily-unpacked trinkets, most of which had been broken by careless movers. “If I ever run into the ‘Doo Family Movers’ again I’m gonna kick some serious flank! They broke the carriage return and the ‘e’ key. How the hay am I supposed to write an entire novel without the letter ‘e’?”

I continued to fume and stomp around the room, furious. The only way I’d get out of this now without an aneurysm was a miracle.

Or magic.

“Yes!” I ran over to the door and threw it open, stepping outside. This is Ponyville, home of the Elements of Harmony, and Celestia’s pupil! If anypony could help me out of this jam, it was Twilight Sparkle.

Closing the door behind me, I set off to find the library and introduce myself.

Hi, I’m a struggling author who is about to drop dead from a stroke, and I could really use a time travel spell.

It was lacking a certain subtlety, perhaps appealing to her sense of pity?

I have four foals to feed, barely weaned from my supple bosom—

I wasn’t that good of a liar. Ahead of me I saw the giant oak tree that housed the town library. “Well, time for my miracle.”

The front door was open so I knocked, before letting myself in. It did say ‘public library’, after all. Inside was a whirlwind of activity as a purple alicorn organized books. Behind her a baby dragon was running around, frantically dodging books, and trying to keep Twilight from inadvertently tearing the library down.

“Ahem, Ms. Sparkle?” I asked.

There was a shrill gasp as Twilight dropped all the books, then she turned to me and smiled. “Oh, hi! I thought somedragon locked the front door. I’m afraid we’re reorganizing and can’t check out any books.”

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, I’m new in town.” Smiling, I walked over and offered her a hoof to shake. “I’m Spectra, an author from Manehatten.”

Twilight’s gesture changed from mildly annoyed with a slight frown, to leaning forward with a huge grin. “An author? Here in Ponyville! You wrote A Royal’s Duties and Settling the Score: 5-4!”

She was on me in an instant, shaking my hoof and hugging me. “Thanks.”

Great, another one of those fans. Well, might as well get this over with.

“Excuse me, Ms. Sparkle—”

“Call me Twilight,” she interrupted.

“Okay, Twilight, I’m in a bit of trouble and I’m hoping you can help.”

Twilight gasped. “Oh no, you’re seeking an alien skull to keep Equestria from being plunged into eight hundred years of sweltering heat? You’re one of those ‘self-insert’ authors like A.K. Yearling?!”

“What? No! Calm down!” I raised a hoof and nearly slapped some sense back into her, before chuckling nervously. I took a deep breathe. “Look, I have a deadline in three days for a book I haven’t even started. My typewriter is broken, my house is barely unpacked, and the moving company broke about eighty-percent of the rest of my crap! My boss is coming to personally fire me when I can’t deliver the book! Why if just one more pony pops out of nowhere to distract me I’m going to explode!”

Twilight’s eyes were wide in shock and she just nodded her head, dumbfounded. “I uh, how can I help? A silence spell? Need me to cancel a Pinkie party?”

“A what party?”

“If she hasn’t found you yet, oh dear… what you really could use is a couple more months to get things straightened out,” Twilight stated.

“Yes! I know it’s a long shot, but could you travel back in time and give me my story notes or something?” I felt a glimmer of hope until she frowned.

“Unfortunately, time travel is incredibly difficult and illegal. I nearly brought about the downfall of Ponyville and freed unspeakable evils from Tartarus just traveling one week.”

“Oh.” I’m fucked.

“But, there is a spell Celestia taught me that can only be cast by alicorns. It’s the secret to our success.”

“Please, Twilight, if there is anything I can do to meet this deadline and not go insane, I have to try.”

Twilight turned to her baby dragon. “Spike, keep cleaning. I’ll be back shortly.” She turned to face me. “Come on, Spectra, show me to your house. We don’t have much time.” She chuckled, clearly amused at herself.

I followed her out of the library and she stopped. Once I turned left and headed towards my house, she began to follow. “So, what kind of spell is it?”

“It’s a time dilation spell,” she replied.

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t use time travel?”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s not time travel, it’s merely compressing time.”

The first hints of a headache began to tingle in my forehead. “Uh, can you dumb it down a little?”

“Sorry.” Twilight chuckled and followed close behind me. “It’s a bubble I can put around your house. For each minute that passes for Ponyville, one hour will pass inside the bubble. The spell lasts until you leave the bubble, or three days. It will allow you to spend two months working on the novel during a twenty-four hour period!”

“Wow, that’d really save my ass. I better find a few months worth of food then.”

“Don’t bother,” Twilight explained. “While it speeds up time, it doesn’t speed up your metabolism, breathing, or needs for sleep. If you eat a meal, it’ll last you the whole two months as if only twenty-four hours have passed. Odds are you won’t even need to take a piss.”

“No distractions or needs?”

“None at all!” she repeated. “Just pure time to stay focused entirely on the task at hoof, week after week!”

“That’s incredible.” I could already tell Twilight was going to be my new alicorn best friend forever. “Why isn’t everypony using this spell then?”

“Like I said, only alicorns can cast it. I really shouldn’t show off like this but. . . you’re an author, a fellow custodian of the written word! It’s my duty to help you keep your job.”

“This is my house.” I gestured to it. It was a one-story shack, to put it nicely, but it was far-nicer than the apartment above a pizzeria I lived in while in Manehatten.

“Oh, perfect. So like I said, it’ll last until you leave the bubble or three days, whichever comes first. Keep in mind three days will feel like six months, but you should be able to finish the novel by then. I’ll come check on you a few days from now too, to see how that novel turns out.”

“Thanks. Wow, I really don’t know how to repay you.” I gave her a quick hug and nuzzled her mane. “I was ready to go insane and do something silly like run off to Las Pegasus and marry the first stallion I found!”

“Aww, don’t worry. I’ll put up a sign to warn your neighbors about the time dilation spell so they don’t wander inside. You’ll have so much peace and quiet you won’t know what to do with it! Just go stand on your porch, and remember to add me to the special thanks section.” Twilight smiled, giving me a playful nudge.

I walked up to the porch and looked back at her. “Okay, so you’re casting the spell now?”

“Yep. When my horn stops glowing, it’ll appear to shimmer. You’ll notice that I appear to be ‘frozen’ here, as will any other ponies outside the bubble. In reality, I’ll be back at the library but since you’re moving faster it’ll look like the outside world has stopped. Now normally I’d tell you not to use magic as it may be unpredictable inside the bubble. Lucky for us, you’re a non-unicorn so you’re perfectly safe!”

“Alright, fire away.”

Twilight closed her eyes and a marvelous purple aura surrounded her. It flowed over my lawn, my body, and my house. WIth a loud pop, a bubble formed.

Looking out of the sphere was exactly like she said. A blue-jay was frozen mid-flight, Twilight stood still as a statue, and the flag on my neighbor’s house looked like it was made of stone.

Sighing in relief, I turned around and walked inside. My hoof hit a box and I nearly tripped over it. On the floor was a package with Manehatten postage on it. The mailmare must have left it just inside my front door while I was out.

After examining it for a moment I realized what it was. “Perfect! The repair machine is here. I can get the house cleaned up, repair the damaged typewriter, maybe even take a week or two off before I start the novel.”

I found a pair of scissors and cut the box open, quickly freeing the device within. It appeared to be a roll of duct-tape with the legs of a spider. Two small red crystals were placed where its eyes should be, and a set of instructions was enclosed next to it.

Automated Duct Tape Repair Drone -

Acme industries thanks you for purchasing the latest in advanced technology. Fusing the latest in machinery and magic, this wonderful device can repair any item of any type, using this patented tape. It is programmed with several laws to ensure user safety—

“Why are instruction manuals always so damn wordy? You’d think they could hire an author to make it more compelling. Here we go.”

To fix a single item say “fix item.”

To fix multiple items, say “fix all.”

To stop the drone at any time, say “end program.”

Remove the plastic tab to activate the drone. It will remain in standby until a repair command is given.

This device appeared perfect. I grasped the plastic tab and pulled. The drone stood up, and the red crystal eyes began to glow. It made a whirring sound as it waited for an order.

“Hmm, this shouldn’t be too hard.” I glanced over at a broken picture frame. Asking it to fix glass might be a little unfair, but I wanted to see what it could do. “Fix picture frame.”

The drone scurried over to the picture of me and a childhood friend on the nearby table, climbing up a leg to reach it with surprising dexterity. A red glow washed over the picture frame, and the duct tape roll began to spin.

A thin piece of duct tape was sliced off by one of the legs, thin enough to almost look like web. Four of the legs began to manipulate the broken picture frame, as small pieces of duct tape were slid between all the broken pieces of glass along the edges. Soon it had put the glass back together.

The cracks were still slightly visible, but it had lined up the edges perfectly. Next, thicker strips of duct tape were taken off, each an inch or so wide. It manipulated them into small folded squares while a leg seemed to smooth out the splintered wood. The drone attached the two halves of the outer frame together, taping the broken pieces together.

The machine powered down to standby once it finished. I picked the frame up in my hoof. From the front, it looked flawless. At an angle, I could make out the cracks, and the back had some visible duct tape for strength.

“Perfect! Fix all.”

The drone sprung up and began to scan the room. It scurried off to repair something it had found, so I headed towards my room.

In the middle of my floor was a box with a few odds and ends strewn about it. I blushed slightly as I saw a few of my battery-operated toys in the box. Perhaps a little stress relief was exactly what I needed, and not a bunch of spring-cleaning.

The drone scurried into the kitchen, looking for work.

[Scanning. . .]

[Object located. Chair. 66cm x 44cm x 33cm. Stress fracture x 4. Greenstick fracture. Missing bolts. Appraisal: moderate damage]

[Calculating. . .]

[Ten feet duct tape. Forty-nine seconds. Activating duct tape manufacturing sub-routine.]

[Error. . .]

[Running diagnostic.]

[Interference with sensors - unknown source. Rebooting operating system. Restoring backup.]

[Checking algorithms. . .]

[0000001: Robot must not allow ponies to be harmed by faulty or damaged items. Must repair all items and prevent harm, whether through action or inaction.]

[00000010: Robot must obey all orders from a pony except in conflict with rule 00000001]

[00000011: Robot must keep self in excellent repair so long as self-repairs do not conflict with other rules.]

[00000100: Ponies are not repairable.]

[Diagnostic complete. Three of three rules acknowledged. One rule corrupted. Deleting fourth rule. Sensor functioning nominally.]

[commencing repairs of chair—]

[override protocol: audio sensor picking up screaming. Check on owner. Ensure they are not damaged.]

I pushed my hoof towards my marehood, causing the vibrator to push in even deeper. Another moan escaped my lips as the buzzing danced across my clitoris, causing small amounts of my natural lube to spill onto the bed.

My orgasm was close now, and my eyes threatened to glaze over as I hit all the right spots and shouted out again.

[Owner located.]

[Scanning object: owner.]

[Female pony. Stress fracture x 82. Loose joints x 43. Punctures to external shell x 8. Stability: none. Wear and tear: high. Assessment: Dangerously damaged.]

[Calculating. . .]

[Length: unknown. Time: unknown. Best course of action: completely immobilize owner so no further damage is suffered and monitor.]

[Loose part detected. Owner attempting to shove it back into place. Assist owner.]

I began to ride the edge, teasing myself with the vibrator. Fiddling with the controls kept the buzzing just below my threshold to climax. After a minute or two of the fire building in my belly, I’d switch the toy to full and writhe in pleasure on the bed.

Something knocked my hoof off the vibrator and I gripped the bed sheets as it started to slide up inside me. A firm pressure was followed by a long strip, and then another, laid across my groin. I had trouble focusing on it, as I had been riding the edge of the orgasm for a few minutes.

Part of me wanted release, so I reached down to hit the high switch. Instead of the vibrator, I felt a smooth, plastic feel. It covered the dildo, forcing it as deep inside me as it could go.

Finally, my brain caught up with my lust-fueled body, and I realized there was a strip of duct tape across my slit. “What? How did it—where is it?”

I looked around for the drone for a moment before it jumped at my face, eliciting a scream. “Stop! Stop!” I caught my breath, recalling the proper command. “End pro—mmmph!”

The drone had seen my wide open mouth and shoved a towel into it to fill the hole. I tried to spit it out so I could tell it to stop, but it had already run one full lap around my head with the duct tape, pinning the towel in place.

My hoof swung at it to smash the beast off my head. Instead, I just hit myself in the forehead and groaned in pain. I felt the duct tape run under my chin, pulling my jaw shut against the towel in my mouth. A horrifying realization hit me, as I was unable to move my tongue or jaw, and could barely whimper out my nose.

I rolled onto my side to stand up, and felt the hairs on my hind legs being tugged at. I propped myself up on my forelegs and glanced backward. Both hooves had been taped together, as well as some of the fur above them.

A silver flash darted by as something snagged my forelegs, and I collapsed forward onto my face. The duct tape was sticking to my skin and hair, holding my hind and forelegs together tightly. I rolled over towards the edge of the bed, desperately scrambling to get to the nearby bathroom and close the door.

The fall to the ground knocked the wind out of me, leaving me struggling to breathe. By the time I started to worm my way across the floor again, I felt something anchoring my legs. I could no longer flee the crazed duct-tape drone.

I was stuck on my belly, forelegs pinned against it, and a strip of duct tape across my back to hold me still. My struggling increased as I heard the machine behind me, perched above my buttocks. A red glow swept around the room, and I wondered what it could possibly be looking for.

While it calculated and plotted my demise, the buzzing vibrator began to distract me again. It was still on that perfect medium setting, teasing me enough that I couldn’t ignore it, but not enough to orgasm.

I realized that it must view me as a broken piece of furniture. The way it had pounced on me and shoved the toy into my marehood, and the towel in my mouth—it must have viewed them as signs of damage!

Something pushed against my ass, causing me to scream as loud as I could through my nose in shock. The soft whistling noise went unnoticed by the drone, as the growing pressure spread my ass-cheeks. I felt my sphincter tighten around the invader, but it continued its advance.

Small bumps passed my anus, and I recognized the naughty little butt plug I had purchased on a whim once. It was too large and I had only used it once, and now the drone was forcing it in to seal the ‘flaw’ in my backside.

The plug hurt, a tearing sensation spreading as the bastard of a machine didn’t understand the concept of lube. I began huffing through my nose, struggling to stay relaxed, so that it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Vibrations began to fill my anus after the plug slipped into place. The pain hadn’t subsided yet, and it was incredibly unpleasant for me. I continued whimpering through my nose as I got used to this invader.

What if it packs my nose? Oh Celestia, I’m gonna die! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I renewed my struggling, thrashing around so much that I felt one of the strips holding me to the ground loosen. I managed to roll over, and saw the spider-like drone crawling along the ceiling. It was building some sort of web, locking a bar into place.

While I pondered what it was doing, I felt my hind-legs get tugged on. I wiggled back onto my belly and tried to inch forward. For every few inches I made towards freedom, the machine dragged me twice as far back across the carpet. I felt tears forming as my tits got rug-burn from the struggle.

My legs had left the floor, and all my weight was resting on my neck. I then felt another tug, and swung through the air into the side of the bed. The world went upside down and I realized a moment later the machine had suspended me from the ceiling.

I hung in the air, ignoring the vibrations and pain in my stomach and ass. The towel in my mouth still felt dry and I fought with all my might to spit it out so I could stop the machine.

My heart pounded in my ears as I felt eight legs begin to poke and prod my hooves, adjusting the hastily-constructed harness suspending me. I was scared to struggle or scream, for fear the machine would take it as a sign of further damage and ‘repair’ me harder.

Pressure built on my lower legs and hooves as the spider spun duct-tape around them. I looked up to confirm what I was feeling.

It was unrolling the tape around my hooves, overlapping all but half an inch on each rotation. A dozen or so loops around my legs, and it was only half-way to my ankles. The pressure squished my legs together, making them ache slightly. I still felt the beat of my frightened heart, forcing blood up to them.

Shit! Help!

My rational thought continued to fail me as it got to my hock. The sharp corner of my hind legs, just below my flanks, was soon covered in duct tape. It was so oppressively tight and even that I couldn’t see a single hair between the strands. My entire hind legs were a perfectly smooth, silver cocoon.

I wiggled and swung through the air, trying to get anywhere but here. The drone didn’t lose its grip. Soon it was folding up duct tape to pack between some of my joints and pressure points. Not only was it taping me together, it was filling every little nook and cranny.

My marehood came back into focus as it wrapped around and around, tightly packing my pussy, dildo, and ass together. The spiraling tape was so tight I could swear I felt the butt plug and dildo rubbing against each other inside me.

I yelped as I felt the tape claim my tits. They were still sore from the rug burn. Against the soft flesh of my stomach, I could feel exactly how tight the tape was. My tits were flattened out, and my belly slimmed as the tape encircled me millimeter by painful millimeter.

My forelegs were still taped together and the drone had nearly reached them. It crawled across them, taping them separately to my chest. It then looped tape around the left foreleg, and dragged it to my left side.

It taped it into place, firmly to my left side. I prepared myself to crush it with my right foreleg, but it was too fast. My loose foreleg was taped in place against my right side mere seconds later.

The drone climbed back up, now just below my ribcage. It zoomed off like a racing pegasus, unrolling the tape around my ribs and forelegs. My hooves vanished and I watched it slowly climb towards my elbows, then my shoulders.

Once again it seemed to pack the small gaps between my arms and ribs, all the while not slowing down its frantic pace. Mercifully, or perhaps as some worser torture, it didn’t tape my chest too tight. I could still breathe easily, however I could nearly see my heart beat through the constricting tape.

The drone began to swerve as it handled my shoulders. I wondered about my mane and tried to look down at it. It appears my entire mane had been taped inside the duct tape already, save for a few bangs.

Moving caused the tears to spill out of my eyes, and I blinked the rest out. I began whimpering like a scared foal again, wiggling ever so slightly inside the rapidly-forming cocoon.

My neck started to shrink as the tape was run around it. Once again the drone seemed to know how tight was too tight, and stopped just short of it. It was under my chin now, and I took one last look towards my body.

It has transformed my body into a solid, perfect silver. I could see every curve running up my hind legs, to the supple hips forming my widest point. My silvery figure curved inward at my belly, bulging slightly at my tits, then expanding around my ribs. I wanted to run a hoof along the smoothed taped form, before recalling it was actually my prison.

It was getting hard to bend my neck, and soon my mouth was completely enclosed in duct tape. Any hope of stopping the machine was long gone.

That was when the first strip of tape covered my nose.

I thrashed violently as my air supply was cut off. The net sum of my thrashing was to wiggle about half an inch to the left. I was too immobilized to even panic properly anymore. The tape stopped at the bridge of my nose and I closed my eyes, not wanting the tape to hit them.

Two small holes were punctured in my nose, and I greedily inhaled more air. The machine had sensed a blocked exhaust port, or perhaps it was just a masochist, and freed my nostrils from the tape.

I felt the tape push against my eyes, causing small explosions of color as the pressure against them grew. Something was packed into my ears, forming plugs and blocking out all sound. I couldn’t hear the drone, and only the thud of my heartbeat was left to keep me company.

It carefully folded my ears against my skull as it continued the last few inches of my body. I barely registered the last strip of tape go down, sealing me from head to hoof. The drone clung onto my scalp as it patted down the tape, ensuring a good job had been done.

It was dark. I couldn’t hear a damn thing, and all I felt was solid pressure against every single inch of my skin. My mouth was dry as cotton and I was lucky to catch the scent of my own sweat through my nose.

In my hot, sweaty prison I felt movement as my body was lowered down. I felt something soft, likely my bed, as the drone lowered me onto my back.

I tried to roll away, some part of me still believing I had some shot at escape. I couldn’t bend at my stomach, couldn’t turn my neck, and not a single limb could wiggle anywhere.

As my racing heart started to slow I was once again forced to focus on the only thing left I could sense: the vibrator humming away inside me.

There was the edge again.

I bucked my hips as my orgasm grew closer. The heat in my stomach was getting so intense that I thought it might melt the tape off and set me free. I was torn between thinking of getting free, or focusing on the pending climax.

Focusing on the orgasm won. I put all my energy into wiggling and getting the vibrator to hit the right note in my throbbing pussy. It wasn’t set high enough to make me cum outright, so I clenched down every muscle, begging it to give me just a tiny bit more.

My frustration grew as my skin seemed to crawl with ants, and bolts of lightning shot across my body. Fireworks danced across my vision as I began to hyperventilate, trying to force out an orgasm from the slightest sensations in my loin.

The machine had packed my pussy so tight that I couldn’t tell how deep the sex toy was. The vibrations seemed centered inside my womb. My heart seemed to be vibrating as much as my clit, the packing was so thorough.

Worse than that, my ass felt ready to burst. I felt like I’d been holding in a shit for weeks, and every ounce of willpower I had was begging me to release the pressure.

My attempts to swallow proved useless, as my dry throat and mouth were prisoner of the absorbent towel packed in them. A bit of the cloth tickled my throat when I breathed, occasionally making me wonder if I’d gag.

My thoughts drifted back to the vibrator—they continued in this circular pattern. I’d already lost track of time, unable to do anything but focus on the few meager sensations tormenting my body.

Celestia-damn it, cum already! Just fucking cum so I can get this over with and get rescued in three days!

I pictured my boss walking in, three days from now, and finding me like this. Or maybe it’d be Twilight, who looked like the kind of pony who hadn’t even popped their cherry yet.

At this point I no longer cared. My mind was drifting off and I felt sleep taunting me, just out of reach.

My clitoris was swelling up against the dildo, and I thought the pressure might punch a hole in the duct tape. It still wasn’t enough to make me orgasm, and I began to cry and whimper. This was a cruel fate—to be stuck on the edge.

How much longer will I be tormented?

I lay there panting and completely immobile. I cursed the total sensory deprivation, locking me in this shell with nothing to focus on but the pleasure. No matter how good it was, it fell flat and sadistically taunted me. The release was always just beyond reach; if I could move just an inch, maybe squeeze a little tighter, I could peak.

Gah!

I trot across town to check on my new author friend, Spectra. It was surprising to me that she hadn’t canceled the spell I cast early. Three days had passed, which meant Spectra had spent an entire six months inside the time dilation bubble working on her new book.

Once I reached her house, I touched my horn to the bubble, disabling the spell. It was minutes away from running out of energy on its own. Thinking about it, if she needed the full six months she might be really far behind. I recast the time dilation bubble and stepped inside, slowing my world down to a crawl.

Knocking on the door I called out. “Spectra, it’s Twilight.” I waited for an answer but got none. “Spectra?”

I knew how easy it was to lose track of time with this spell. I had once spent two months organizing the library and didn’t even realize it. It is hard to keep track of time when you start bending the rules.

The door was unlocked so I let myself in. The living room was spotless, without any clutter or damaged items. I spotted a few things with some visible duct tape on them. At least Spectra had got her house cleaning done, but had she finished the novel?

“Spectra?” I trot into the living room and checked the kitchen. There was no sign of her so I headed towards her bedroom.

[Sensors activated.]

[Dangerous magical radiation detected. Finding source.]

[Damaged pony detected. Analyzing. . .]

[Complete. Stop energy leak, then immobilize.]

I walked into the bedroom and gasped. On Spectra’s bed was a statue-like pillar wrapped in silver.

“Spectra?” I ran over and examined it closely. It was the right shape to be a pony, yet every inch of it was covered in duct tape. There was a small pair of holes about where a nose would go. I put my hoof over it and felt it exhale. “What happened?!”

I thought of the list of spells I might be able to cast to get her out of this. The most direct would be to conjure up a blade and cut her out, but I would run the risk of cutting her skin open too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” I patted her stomach with a hoof, to make sure she knew I was here. I wasn’t sure if she could hear me anyway, and I tried to comfort her by rubbing her belly for a moment.

The mass of mummified pony started spasming uncontrollably, faint grunts and moans escape through her nostrils.

“S-Spectra?” I took a step back. “What did I do? Are you all right?!”

Something landed on my head, startling me. I took a few steps backwards, swatting at the mass on my head. Then I lit up my horn to blast it off.

Nothing happened.

I reached up a hoof and tapped my horn, feeling a layer of material over it. I glanced around for a mirror, and felt something scamper across my back. When it stepped on my wing, it opened on reflex and I heard something fall to the floor, dragging my wing down with it.

Looking down on the ground I saw some sort of spider run between my legs, trailing duct tape. I kicked out at it, snaring my hind leg in the tape.

“Stop this! Is this some sort of sick joke?”

I glanced at Spectra, then the door. If I didn’t get out of here, no help would come for either of us. The robot crawled under my belly as I headed for the door to escape. My legs got tangled up and I fell onto the floor, stunned for a moment.

When I tried to get back up my legs seemed sticky and stuck to my sides. I was stuck in a kneeling position, legs folded neatly in place. “Stop this! Help! Somepon—mmph!”

A large blob of duct tape was thrust into my mouth, sticking to my tongue and the roof of it. Tape was then spun around my jaw, closing it tightly and preventing any further cries for aid.

My horn was still covered in the material, which must have been enchanted to be stronger than normal duct tape. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my magic and break through it.

I panicked as tape wound itself around my eyes, sealing them shut. Nothing was happening from my horn. The duct tape seemed to be silencing my magic. I started kicking in panic, but my legs were tied up too tightly.

I heard my captor shuffling through some boxes and exploring the room. There was a heavy thud as something fell to the floor and was dragged over to my side. It sounded large, but all I could tell as it rolled against my side was that it was metal and cold.

A spray of liquid hit my flanks, below my tail. I squealed and tried to shimmy forward. The sound of something being unscrewed reached my ears, then I felt the cold metal against my ass.

Several profanities tried to escape my lips as the pressure increased. Something slippery, cold, and far too large was parting the lips of my marehood. Some unseen quantity of tape held me in place as my labia split open.

The object was too large and cold to be a stallion or a toy. I estimated it was around the size of a fire extinguisher, before screaming in pain.

Despite it not wanting to fit, the machine continued shoving it forward. I felt my virginity tear painfully open, my hymen a distant memory. The cold metal continued to slide forward in a never-ending march.

I cried in pain, firing off every spell I knew in a sloppy symphony of desperate attempts to escape.

The metal cylinder had stopped widening, having stretched me so far that I could feel the tearing pain in my anus. I really hoped it hadn’t split me in two back there. It slid forward more easily now, yet still burned horribly as it filled me up.

I felt it push up against my womb, the pointy protrusion of the extinguisher coming to rest against my cervix. As the pressure built I resumed my screaming. Now it felt like it was tearing my womb open.

Finally, something seemed to slip into place as the small stem on the valve of the extinguisher slit into the small opening of my cervix. The unbearable pain died down, and I felt my pussy spasm against the invader. Each contraction brought more pain as my body tried to adjust.

After a few minutes of crying, I heard the machine return and smelled something. It sounded like the machine was peeling something in front of me, and it gave off an aroma of ginger.

Shortly after, I felt something push against my anus. I tightened in response, eliciting a wave of pain from my marehood. A small tip pierced into my ass, followed by a large bulb of what I assume was ginger root.

It slid into place, sealing my ass closed, and I felt a burning sensation as the ginger root agitated my ass.

Tape was slapped over my ass, and reinforced the tape holding the extinguisher in place. I resumed my effort to break free, if only to feel like I was doing something to escape the wrath of this machine.

My hind end got lifted in the air, and I didn’t know or care how. All I could focus on was the feeling of the tape as it spiraled around me. The spider crawled in circles, and my entire flanks felt covered in the sticky material.

It continued like this until my folded legs were pinned so tightly to my belly I couldn’t wiggle my hoof at all. The tape tightened around my ribs, and then began to pin my forelegs to my side.

I felt a twinge of pain at the base of my new wings, suddenly recalling I could have flown out of this whole mess. However, when I attempted to flap them, there were several straps of tape applied hastily to them holding them down.

My feathers tugged at the tape, and I felt the spider circle around my wings, pinning them to my side. As it ran around my trunk, my forelegs and wings were slowly covered in layer upon layer of duct tape, rendering them all useless.

The machine stopped and lowered me to the ground. I was horrified what might come next, breathing rapidly and whimpering into the duct tape in my mouth. It seemed even stickier, the adhesive coating my tongue as it warmed up.

My front half was lifted up, then the taping resumed. It skittered across my shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I felt it slowly proceed up my chest to my neck, sealing me into a cocoon.

The pressure increased against my neck, straightening it out. The drone wove the tape around my chin and up to my nose. It left a small slit over my nostrils, then I felt it pack tape into my ears. Both of them were taped down against my skull after that.

My world had been plunged into darkness and unbearable heat as I felt the last layer of tape go over my scalp, joining my horn. The machine spun around my horn and added several more layers to it.

My heartbeat seemed to echo inside my prison, a taunting thud that was the only thing in the world I could hear.

The extinguisher in my marehood had been jammed in so roughly and filled me so completely. At least it was not quite as painful, though I wondered how badly stretched out I might be after I got freed.

At least her boss will be here soon to check on the book, and the time dilation spell ended—shit. . . why did I recast the spell? FUCK! CELESTIA FUCKING STAR!!

I squirmed in the cocoon, realizing the earliest help could be anywhere from a day to a month away. Mentally I added this to my list of times I didn’t think things through, a list I would have plenty of time to update now that I was sealed into a synthetic adhesive ball.

My pussy was throbbing against the extinguisher, and I felt what could only be my clitoris puckering and swelling against it. In a twisted way, it began to feel pleasurable. I tried to move so the two would no longer be in contact, but failed. My torment continued to grow as my aching marehood warmed up, and my clitoris throbbed against the warm metal.

A tingling in my ass continued to get worse, as the ginger root lodged in it continued to agitate it. I tried a spell again, for lack of any better idea or option, and yet again it failed miserably.

I was truly trapped here, with my extremities pinned to my sides. In a day, week, or month a pony might stumble in and find me. However, the machine would be here waiting for him. Would he join Spectra and me in our cocoons? Or would he find a mare with a gaping cunt after the extinguisher is removed?

Something lowered me to my side, and I tried to get comfortable. I had no choice but to lay here and endure this torture. At least the pleasant throbbing of my clitoris would keep me entertained. Perhaps if I focus, I could turn that nagging teasing into an orgasm.

Author's Notes:

Oh Celestia... why is this turning me on? mmph... come on... so close...