I was lying on my back again. Eyes closed, I let myself believe this had been a dream. I was still in the field, I just needed to rest up and then I’d find my way home.

“Good, I was getting tired of waiting. I nearly started setting up the basics while you were asleep, but I decided anticipation and dread is a better combination than confusion and horror.”

This time it was like being stuck in treacle. It took nearly an entire minute to open my eyes. Just turning my head a centimeter was a monumental effort. I was in some sort of park, likely still inside the enormous tower. I’d never found even a fraction of all the rooms, but this one would’ve been quite interesting if I weren’t stuck in place with a sadistic pony who wanted me to suffer. My eyes roved around for any hint at what was to come.

It looked like the room was open to the air at first, with the sun shining down on me, but squinting at it revealed little sparks around it reminiscent of the ones that had been around those terrible red characters. Slowly pulling my gaze downward revealed natural stone in a rough circle for quite a while. If it wasn’t for the pane of blackness that made up the tower’s inner doors, I still might have doubted that we were inside at all. Finally, the ground was grass, just like swaying blades outside. I didn’t feel it, however. For some reason, I was placed on a rectangle of that same smooth black material that made up the doors. I tried making a questioning noise, but it came out long and garbled.

Seeing that I’d taken everything in, Sable smiled, reached toward my nether regions, and … stroked my dick. My brain fizzled. What? Why? She was angry, wasn’t she? Yes, there it was, it was a cruel little smile instead of a genuine expression of happiness.

I didn’t want to find out where this was going. I kicked, struggled, screamed, but the spell turned my actions into weak twitches and soft snorts. She stopped, looking amused. Once I’d tired myself out, she resumed sliding her hoof against my dick in slow motions. Exhaustion and arousal slowly overrode fear, and it slid out of its sheath—I had a sheathe now, what the fuck—and it stood above my belly, the only part of me that moved at normal speeds.

Sable’s horn glowed, and the light diffused and sunk into my entire body. “There. A nice little bit of regeneration to keep you alive while you’re here. And after that, let’s see…”

I struggled all the harder, my penis bobbing up and down, uncomfortably long compared to when I’d been human. It made things distracting, distorting thoughts of escape. For some reason, Sable made me feel … something. It was almost like thirst, except—No. I refused to be attracted to her.

More glows game from her horn, more sank into me. “This will keep you nice and hard. Better make sure that arousal’s permanent. And here’s a bit of spinal flexibility, but we’ll save the best part for last. Now we can put you in your place.”

She hummed and the slab I was on warped and shifted like a liquid. Part of it grabbed my middle, another took hold of my neck and the sides of my head, one more restrained my wings, and a fourth bit grabbed my hindquarters and pushed them up. With minimal effort I was neatly restrained, watching helplessly as my cock approached from above. Was she going to make me cum on myself or something? That would be embarrassing, sure, but it wasn’t the torture I was afraid of.

But no, it came closer, and closer, and hadn’t she said something about spinal flexibility? My struggles picked up again as my cock came closer and closer, and then a piece of darkness broke off and crawled up to my mouth like a living thing, prying of mouth open so my dick could descend like a spear, and then all of a sudden my mouth was full with … me. The thick shaft was unfamiliar, longer, but I still felt it like my old human one and gagged as it penetrated deeper. The black substance kept pushing me, sinking my dick into my mouth until my balls covered my nose, heavy with a thick musk.

The spell slowing my actions must have deemed me good and stuck, as it chose that moment to dissolve into nothingness. I groaned up at Sable, pleading with my eyes. She remorselessly summoned a piece of blackness out of nothing and shaped it into something thin and flexible, and then she whipped me across the balls. I flinched and cried out, but the pain soon faded and then there was only need, but I refused to suck my own dick. I was stuck but still defiant, panting, choking on my own cock, and then her eyes alit with that malicious glee.

“Oh yes, that last part … this little curse keeps you from cumming until you feel remorse from what you’ve done.”

And like a noose tightening around my neck, a blinding band of light flew from her horn to my head, and I felt despair, that I’d lost my chance to—no, no, I wasn’t going to do it.

“That’s all I have time for today. I’ll be back to put in the rest of your … accommodations eventually. Be good.”

Her outline wavered, and then she vanished. Teleportation? I didn’t know, and the thick shaft in my mouth made it impossibly difficult to focus on other matters. I resisted, I really did, and during that time I noticed that the illusory sky above reflected the time of day in the real world. The sun crept down, and as it did a bright, silvery moon with craters that almost made the shape of a pony poked over my horizon.

Throughout it all the rising lust refused to settle down, only growing more and more insistent. I gave in. It was right there, I was teasing myself with every swallow. I promised myself I’d only lick it a few times, make it stop throbbing so insistently, and then I’d settle back in and wait until she hopefully freed me to add in my ‘accommodations.’

I sucked, and it felt good, too good, the need flaring up until refusing it seemed stupid and foolish and I licked and gagged and swallowed and sucked on my own length until I was at the brink. A part of me remembered what she’d said before and I tried to stop, but as soon as my tongue slowed the feeling overpowered me and I went back at it twice as fast. I took hard, short breaths, filled with the heady scent of my own balls draped over my … muzzle.

I was at the part where it should end, where I should have release, I was past it, but the pleasure and the need both only rose in equal measure. I choked on my dick, eyes rolling back, desperate, and it was only my tiring body that eventually let my frantic movement subside to quick licks and a slow, constant sucking.

The pattern repeated over the night. There were long periods where I only let myself indulge in languid movements, and then the urge would take over and I’d find myself in frantic motion. And sometimes a hot, distracting breath on my balls would be the trigger and I’d be back to trying to ram my dick down my throat, whining in need. Drool trailed out of the sides of my mouth, but it didn’t seem to dry easily, and there was always more. Probably another spell set to make sure I was as uncomfortable as possible.

Lightening bits of gray sky hinted at dawn, and then it was morning, and sometime between then and midday a faint breeze started to blow and the light brush of air against my too-sensitive nether regions set me off again. I was in the middle of another session of sucking my own dick hard enough to qualify as a vacuum when Sable reappeared. I saw her out of the corner of my eye, smirking, but I couldn’t stop, the only thing that let me rest was sheer exhaustion. Eventually, quick licks slowed down and my breaths were long and heaving.

Sable bent down and met my eyes, then reached out and swiped a hoof across my butt. I let out a muffled cry of pain and she smiled. “I’ll need to leave soon. That means the next stages of your punishment might need to be a bit hurried. If I don’t find my dragon heart, even true remorse won’t save you. But I’m here, so let’s get started.”

She turned around, focusing her magic on building … something. It took a long time, long enough for me to see that her back was facing me. I caught sight of pert little boobs on her crotch, right below her cunt, and then I was sucking on myself again, caught up in the dazing rush of lust.

When I grew tired, there was something else here with me. It was shaped like a pony, and it lacked the horn Sable had or the wings on my back stuck in unyielding blackness. It had orange fur, but empty eyes. It seemed almost mechanical, except for a large, swinging dick below it. Eventually, it grew tired of wandering around the little clearing, and I watched in trepidation as it approached me. It hesitated, seemingly unsure of what to do, and I tried to scream at it, but ended up forcing a huff of hot air out of my nose that hit my balls and caused me to lose it, and that seemed to set off the pony-thing too. Drool ran out of my mouth and down my face, and some of it felt different—precum, I realized. The creature swung its dick at me and slapped me across the face, knocking me out of the frantic facefuck I was giving myself. But it was too late.

It seemed to recognize the parts of my body it also possessed, getting past my odd position, and stood above me, poking its dick at my butt. I saw it thrust forward, helpless, grunting at it to stop before it found its target. The long shaft, maybe even longer than my own new pony version, was light brown, mottled with pale orange, and I watched in horrified fascination as it stuck out in front of my face, precum dripping onto me and making me blink before some got in my eye. Then it penetrated and drove it inward, and I was full, so full, and it hit a part of me that caused that need and pleasure to rise up in a sharp explosion and I was sucking wildly at my own dick again as the pony thing rode me. I felt each bump and ridge of its dick as it slid in and out, filling me in a way that felt so blissfully wrong, and I would have been in ecstasy if only I could cum. I stroked at my dick faster and faster, my hips making little humping motions as it thrust inside and I felt it quiver as it found the release I was cruelly denied and filled me in another way. It stood there for a few minutes, panting, and then drew its dick from my ass in one smooth motion, dragging it over my chest and face and getting cum all over my fur before walking away and nudging at some grass. But I was still denied, still sucking, even as its cum came back up and splattered all over my face, coating me in uneven globs of white seed.

If I could still sleep, I would have passed out, but it seemed that was one of the things Sable made sure to deny me. I kept sucking, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, almost never leaving my dick unattended anymore. The day passed, the pony creature taking the time to fill me once more before night fell and it went to sleep, leaving me alone.

Escape seemed less and less likely, and it had only been two days. No matter how I tried to tilt my head, the blackness and my hard length kept me from slipping my dick out of my mouth, and no amount of wriggling got me upright and free of the stuff. I couldn’t even free a wing, or a hoof.

I waited, thrusting with what little range of motion I had, blind from cum that refused to leave my eyelids. The pony creature’s cum took forever to dry, just like my own juices, and left me almost used to the feeling of semen coating my face and butt before the sun rose once more and eventually left me with fur that slowly cleaned itself. I wondered how difficult all this had been, how many spells Sable had used to cage me like this. It seemed a waste.

And then she was back.

“You seem to respond well to pain, so this next step will hopefully accelerate your training.”

Her speeches were getting shorter, she seemed distracted with something. This time, instead of forming her device in front of me, she brought it with her; a sinuous floating bit of leather that reminded me of that black whip she’d used once, except … autonomous. I begged again, my dick muffling my pleas, but she didn’t acknowledge the sound, simply fading out of the room.

The flying whip wandered about for some time, and then, like the pony creature, it realized I was there. I was panting, gasping as I tried futilely to coax out an orgasm with tongue and throat, and it ignored me … until I grew tired and stopped. Then, striking like it really was a snake, it ripped through the air and struck me across the butt, causing me to buck against my restraints and shriek in pain … and a bit of pleasure. Another strike caused the area to redden, and three more was all it took to build up the pain and pleasure enough that I began rapidly sucking again despite my exhaustion. My ass was red, the color easily visible through the green coat, and the sight made me … aroused. It was a few more minutes before the whip floated off again, and I could finally breathe. Then the pony creature had its way with me. The whipping, fucking, and sucking continued until the next day when Sable returned once more.

She noticed my reaction to her body this time, and she seemed almost amused, going out of her way to put on a show. She flicked her tail from side to side, raised it up, pretended to read something with her hindquarters pointed squarely at my face. Those firm white tits, that hint of wetness I saw in her cunt, it drove me down onto my cock, heavily soaking in the musk from my balls. She even backed up against me, tits dragging across my cheek, my nose, touching my balls, and a bit of glistening wetness falling, staying wet just like the cum and drool as it stuck to my fur. The scent was like my own musk, but much, much more potent, being female and not my own. Acting like it was an accident, she pranced away. I kept going, sucking and licking seemingly past the point of exhaustion as she waited, flashing me then and again to keep me going until I couldn’t. At that point, her almost playful mood vanished and it was back to the business of ‘training.’

“Pain and pleasure are good for training, but alone they don’t lead to true remorse. There should also be time for reflection. This will give you some time to cool down,” she said, pushing away the pony creature as it saw me and tried to get frisky.

Her horn glowed again, and a crystal appeared, like one of those I’d seen in the room I’d used when practicing to fool the collar. She set it by my head and the blackness absorbed it.

When she left, she swayed, hips dancing as she gave me enough of a show to dredge up the bits of energy I’d regained since and start sucking. But when I grew exhausted again and fell still, something changed.

I was separate, adrift from the world. There was nothing except me and my purpose. I watched when my charge fell still, and when he did I encouraged him. I slithered over, using the bundle of snake instincts attached to me to move in a way that felt natural and saw him. He had stopped. Drool and precum trailed from his mouth, and he seemed close to unconsciousness, balls pressed up against his nostrils and not allowing him as much air as his body wanted. It was time to strike, time to encourage, and I darted up and whipped him across the butt, a thin red line fading into being as I moved to repeat—

It hurt. I was the whip, still, but now I felt everything my body did, the urges, the bit of pleasure from just having my cock resting in my mouth, the pain, but I couldn’t move it, I couldn’t get it to start sucking and the whip moved once more, a jolt flying through me. It went again, again, again, and I was nearly blind with pain and pleasure and need, vision fraying at the edges, and then it moved. It struck me across the balls, and I mentally howled but it didn’t have the same catharsis that doing so with real lungs did, even if my mouth was occupied. It hit the same place again, and this time I felt something trapping me within this mental place start to give, and my consciousness slipped fully back to my body. I started sucking, furiously moving my head and dick as far as the blackness let me, and the whip regarded my burst of motion and flew off. The mass of pain across my ass and balls didn’t leave for a while, the throbbing making it hard to stop, or even slow down, even when the whip was all the way on the other side of the enclosure, with the pony-creature.

There was more. Always more. I wished I could sleep.

Another day approached. Sable returned, and my eyes were automatically drawn to her backside. She gave me a self-satisfied smile, turned around as if pacing, and her pussy winked at me. As she moved closer I caught another scent, something like the female musk but somehow even stronger, more potent. Did sapient ponies go into heat? I supposed the answer was right in front of me. She beckoned over the pony creature, backed up and stood at an angle to me, her ass pointed at my face from only about a foot away. The pony creature, meanwhile, got the message immediately and trotted over, rearing up and standing over her, its legs tall enough that it could just walk from the back to the front, its dick swinging as it grew. I was unable to tear my eyes away, my gaze fixed on the scene, and I saw the exact moment it extended to its full length, found her cunt with aim honed from all its practice on me, and plunged in. Sable’s forelegs collapsed, her rear still held up in the air as she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. My own mouth went to work in response, swiftly pulling at my dick to try getting that needed release no matter how useless the action was.

The pony creature withdrew its dick, slowly, sensually, Sable’s entire body shuddering at the motion, and then forced it back in, causing her to gasp. It gently bit her ear, settling on a steady back-and-forth rhythm, something inside me causing my own sucking to match it. They went at it for what seemed like hours before Sable’s trembling back legs stiffened and her entire body shivered, the angle she stood at just barely allowing me to see her eyes roll back with her orgasm. The pony creature slowed, waiting for her to adjust before it resumed its tireless pace. Strings of Sable’s drool-like cum flew out, a few strands sticking to her tits, some more flinging at the creature riding her, and a portion splattering onto me, clinging to my face and the bottom of my dick and driving my thrusting and licking into a frenzy. The sheer scent contained in it made the lust into a roaring, undeniable force, and as I picked up my pace so did the pony thing. Sable cried out, the dick gaining speed until it pistoned in and out in lightning-quick motions, and then it was all the way in, and the pony creature made small, twitching motions, and I knew that scent from when it was filling my ass and coating my face, except this time it was all stuffed into Sable’s womb. She moaned, the pony thing’s orgasm a trigger for another of her own, and I was intensely jealous as I saw the dual act of pleasure and release.

The pony thing slowly withdrew, its dick flopping to the side and coated in cum, and after it followed an amount of seed I would’ve thought unreal if I hadn’t experienced the same. It flowed out of Sable’s cunt, coated her tits, and trailed down her legs, dripping all the while. The thick cum matched her white coat, and it looked stark and bright against the black streaks in her fur. She let out a satisfied sigh, then picked herself up, marched over to me, and positioned herself over my face, cunt dripping from the load that still filled her womb. She motioned over the pony creature and I blinked and squirmed, trying not to get the falling cum in my eyes. It stung. She rubbed her tits against my balls, nipples hard, and then she stopped holding in the rest of the pony thing’s load. It covered my balls, my face, and I kept my eyes closed as I finally felt the pony creature dragging its dick around on my butt and the other bits of fur it could reach. The entire time I was choking on my own dick, driven to suck it by scent and scene and copious amounts of cum that still wasn’t my own. Lust and denial warred, and I felt half-mad. I needed … to feel remorse, right? I could do that, humans were good at fooling themselves. I could just … compartmentalize, put my hate and disgust in one corner of my mind, and focus on regret and desire.

Sable rubbed herself all over me, wiping all the cum and the scent onto me until I felt like a feral animal. Then she spoke.

“Mmm, I needed that. I’ll be leaving after this, so I need to give you the rest of your punishment.”

There was sound, but it was hard to distinguish, even with twitchy pony ears, and I wasn’t opening my eyes until the unnaturally-prolonged semen faded away.

“It’s a bit of a breakthrough in portal magic, to be honest, but you’re not the first thing I’ve used it on. This will allow an object, or parts of it, to appear in multiple locations simultaneously. I’ve set it to the town squares of more … lascivious communities. Who knows, I might find what I need and feel merciful on my return.”

It took until she was gone and the cum had faded for me to stop twitching, trying to suck at my cock even in complete exhaustion. And then when that happened, the whip finally wandered over and had at my poor, abused butt cheeks until I mustered up the energy to break out of the mental space that kept me from reacting and suck until it went away and I had time to experience the new addition.

Likely another gem, judging by the gathering sparkles in the air around me. Then the sparks reached their peak and I was still in the clearing, but also … elsewhere. A gathering place, with chipped and cracked cobblestones pointing to an older, established settlement. And there were ponies.

They were too intelligent for me to fool myself into thinking they were just animals. I blushed and squirmed at my bindings as they gathered and discussed among themselves. One of them, an older mare, broke away and loudly said, “Well, I can hardly ride his dick when he’s all curled up on it like that. I reckon the stallionfolk will get the best use out of him.”

And that, apparently, was that. There were a few female ponies, or mares, and most of them went about just as nakedly as Sable, with perhaps a straw hat to keep the sun out of their eyes at most. I stared when they passed, not able to keep my eyes away from the small, smooth tits, or the flowing curves as they walked. A few even winked at me. But I was mostly accosted by males. They were on average a lot smaller than the pony creature, which was a relief until one of them entered me at the same time as it did. The reality of being in two places at once hit me at that point, as I felt two dicks simultaneously forcing their way into me with the accompanying spikes of pain, need, and pleasure as I desperately sucked at my dick, too overcome with all the sensation to remember the plan, the requirement I needed to cum. More stallions came, and one time my movements grew too slow and the whip started striking me while I was being fucked, causing me to let out cries that were extremely muffled as they traveled through the entirety of my shaft stuffed down my throat. I picked the pace up enough for it to leave me alone, but not before it drew a stinging line across my balls, its signature move whenever I reacted too slowly to it. Cum, along with my own precum and drool, ended up pooled over and around me. And then it was night, with nothing but myself, my dick, and the occasional visit from the whip to interrupt my thoughts. That was a lot, however, and thought I was sure I succeeded at feeling genuine remorse at the thought of breaking Sable’s artifacts, that moment was there and gone before it registered, not that I was sure it would have even if it lasted longer.

The various fluids were mostly gone by midnight, and I was finally visited by a mare. She was young and her scent caused my dick to tingle, made me swirl my tongue around as I sucked. She chuckled at that action, flicking a pale gray mane away from her face and stepping forward at an angle, letting me see soft teal teats and a winking pussy.

Her voice was just as soft as those smooth tits. “I saw you earlier, eyeing those mares. So many of the others think there’s not much we could do with you.”

A few hoofsteps closer, voice gone low and husky. “Might just touch and watch, really. What do you say?”

My pace picked up, not entirely against my will. “Alright then,” she said, and chuckled.

She stood over me, that scent of heat washing into my nose and making my eyes roll and tongue thrash, dripping fluids from her winking pussy and teats bobbing like shiny apples in the moonlight. Her forehoof came down, gently, stroking my balls. Then she steadied herself against me and reached back with her left hoof, pawing at her clit. We were quiet, her with shallow panting breaths, and me only because my mouth was too full of myself to make much noise. Her hoof movements became erratic after a time, and her pants turned into grunts. Then she shivered, pussy winking with the motion, and light droplets of her cum sprayed my face. She giggled and stepped back, loose-limbed and smiling.

“Might see you again if you’re back tomorrow.”

I wasn’t. When the sun rose, the sense of duality dissolved and I was back in the tower, suckling at my cock with slow motions. My eyes caught sight of the whip and I moved quickly, moaning with the movement as it convinced it to wander off.

The day passed predictably, with the pony creature satisfying itself and me warding off the whip every so often, and then the next I appeared on a floating island. This town was primarily occupied by pegasi, and since they had extra appendages to pleasure me and themselves with, more mares joined in this time. Sometimes many at once. One time, a scene like the one between Sable and the pony creature happened above me.

“Oh, yes, fuck me,” a bright pink pegasus squealed, a violet stallion stuffing her with his thick cock. His wings took turns teasing her clit, while hers quested around my face, finding the bit of my cock that stuck out above my mouth and wrapping around it while the other stroked my balls, intensifying both the pleasure and the pain of long-denied release. I groaned, but I had no way of communicating that I was held against my will, much less how they should be toying with me.

With a cry, the stallion hilted in her, wings popping up and outward. Mine were constantly in that same position, though I wasn’t sure if it was entirely due to the arousal or if the blackness just liked restraining them that way. A moment later, the pink mare followed suit, her wings springing away from my cock and spreading to the sides, spraying me with her juices. They stayed that way for a while, until his cum dripped from her pussy and onto my face. The violet stallion tugged his dick out, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her and letting a flow of cum soak me. They left and my cock, which I’d been sucking madly, ached from the scents in the air. I just couldn’t keep up the pace, and that’s when the whip scored my cheeks, ending at my balls like usual, which bounced with the force, that last stinging slap finally getting me licking fast enough. Usually, it left plenty of time between its abuse and the pony thing’s, but this time the creature just mounted me right off the bat, causing me to gasp and moan and another stallion to misinterpret my soft sounds as neediness, which it was, but I didn’t need another pony riding me at the moment. But he did, and when they were done I was twitching and unable to move even if the whip were about to return right that moment. Thankfully it didn’t, but it showed me there was always a way things could get worse.

One day, after months, I managed it. First I had to summon up remorse for myself, which was a crucial step I’d always missed before, and then I sort of redirected the emotion to Sable. And then, right when I was at the peak, I finally came. It was release, it was what I’d finally been waiting and hoping and trying for. I was blinded for a moment as the intense pleasure rose, for once without the equal terribleness of denial. Tension left me in a rush, and contentment gripped me. And then my mouth was flooded with cum. I gulped, trying to keep from choking, but there was just too much, and a lot of it spilled out of my mouth and soaked into my fur. It was fine, it’d be gone in a while. Everything was blissful and perfect, and then the neediness came roaring back. My eyes widened and I sucked, the pony thing above pounding into me, and I was at the edge—but I couldn’t pass it. I needed to summon up remorse every single time. It was hard, it was so difficult I despaired of being able to cum more than once a month even at my most practiced, and it only lasted a single moment. But still, it was release, however short, and I would strive to find it again.

I really, really hoped Sable found that dragon heart thing.

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