Sable paced. This latest randomly-determined stretch of time since I’d ‘performed’ at a town was one of the longest yet, maybe a month or two in length, so it had been a while since I’d seen any female parts. And Sable’s firm, pert white tits were mesmerizing, as was that hint of pink when I caught sight of her pussy. Even when she was incredibly angry, which she was.

“The oldest dragon out there is barely a thousand years into adulthood! You ruined my decade, no my entire century.”

The scent of angry mare wasn’t as powerful as one in heat, but mixed with the musk of my own balls resting on my muzzle, it was still incredibly potent, and I bobbed and sucked at my cock in a fervor.

“So. I’m not going to let you go, as I’d considered. In fact, I’m going to take that thing you keep caressing.”

The pleasure and neediness reached a peak, and I managed to somehow summon up the necessary bit of remorse to finally let me cum again, draining my balls and swallowing my seed. It was too thick and too much for me to swallow all at once, so some drooled out the side of my mouth. For a single, precious moment, I was sated. And then the heat rose, and the musk and mare in the air drove me back to a peak I couldn’t cross. Remorse was really hard to summon on demand.

“I’ll give you the parts you seem so interested in. I’ll even let you play around with them. Aren’t I generous.”

She gestured with a hoof, an unnecessary flourish as I’d seen her summon things out of nothing with only a glance and a glow. Her horn lit up, and, for the first time in … however long it was since I’d been imprisoned, the black material restraining me shifted. I slowly unbent, the motion pulling my cock out of my mouth with a plop and spraying cum everywhere. It was a strange feeling to suddenly have my throat free of my own shaft. But it was still so hard, and needy. I couldn’t help it, I bent down on all fours, finally right-side up, and rubbed my dick against what was now a glossy black slab.

“No, you’ve had your fun. We’ll move this back to my lab.”

Magic collected into a dense sphere on her horn and then sped at me. I braced myself for unconsciousness, and then … I was.

---

I stood in a circle of angry red characters floating about. This was familiar, but not a good kind of familiar. More like the feeling of an old nightmare come back to haunt you. I cringed back from the symbols, but it took less than a second for me to blink back to a neutral position on all fours, and I wasn’t used to being able to move more than my mouth, eyes, and hips.

“Pl—” I tried crying out, only for another reversion to hit and snap me back to that same idle stance.

All my attempts at communication, begging, fleeing, and even fighting ended the same way: before they began. Sable just didn’t care. She looked at me coldly, without that playfulness or the hint of regret I might have seen once or twice. A word was spoken, seemingly echoed by the air itself, and the characters began to contract. One touched my fur.

Dissolution. Agony. Decay. Torment.

I came back to myself in pieces, my mind rearranging itself like a jigsaw puzzle that had just been shaken up. That had been … the worst. If I still needed remorse to cum, I was probably going to be frustrated a lot more often, and that was saying something.

Just like last time, Sable approached and held up a mirror. I didn’t notice any major changes and peered closer, frowning, and then gasped, a hoof going to my throat. My voice was higher, my features more … airy, less firm. Confirmation came when I crouched on my hind legs and brought my body upright, mimicking my former bipedal stance. Even moving out of the crouch would cause me to collapse, though; I hadn’t regained my human gait.

“Please, no more,” I said.

She had indeed removed my dick. And right there, replacing it, was my new … cunt. And I had teats, little firm mounds that felt tingly when I ran a hoof across one, the nipples standing up, hard. They were small, but they were still boobs. She’d changed my sex, and that was somehow a different magnitude than a species change, or maybe I just hadn’t gotten used to it yet.

Despite my plea, I knew that certainly wasn’t the only change. Her horn lit up, knocked me out, and I awoke back in the fake park atop the slab. I wasn’t restrained, magically or physically, which was a plus, but then I saw my companions. The fake pony was still there, pawing at a patch of grass slightly taller than the rest, and the whip was just aimlessly floating around. I’d been in a constant state of arousal and sexual activity for a few years, but now that all those magical effects were missing I didn’t want to get raped again. Especially not as a mare.

Too late. The whip noticed me first, darting over like an inquisitive fish, and then paused, seemingly at a loss. I let out a relieved breath, but then it darted behind me and walloped my ass, right across the lips of my new pussy. I shrieked, pained and terrified, because I knew how to stop it when I was a male but now I had no idea.

Or … maybe I did. I cried out, sobbing, as it smacked me across the butt again, and again, and then one stroke hit my clit and I collapsed to the surface of the black rectangle, too pained to do anything but let out a long, low moan of mixed pleasure and pain. With quick, jerky motions, I flipped myself over and started bending toward my crotch. And then the whip struck my boobs, leaving red trails that would eventually fade but really, really hurt, and also stirred those same feelings that brought the arousal to the forefront of my mind, except this time was different. Now wetness formed between my thighs, and my pussy winked without my input. Quickly, before it could strike again, I lunged the rest of the distance, touching my tongue to my clit and licking. It looked like I’d retained my increased flexibility, which, yeah, if I hadn’t that whip likely would’ve kept at it until Sable came back. I doubted it could do permanent damage to my body, but my mind was a different matter. I got to licking, watching the floating whip warily.

It seemed undecided, so I went faster, moving in circular motions that brought me more pleasure, made me feel the onset of something I was so used to being denied, and shivered as I intensified the motions, feeling my own hot breath against my pussy’s lips. A wave crested, and broke, and I broke down into full-body shudders of pleasure and release, a light spray of cum coating my face and tongue. The whip seemed satisfied and departed, and I was left to wonder.

Sable was angry. She’d promised torture, more than what I’d been experiencing, and I very much doubted a simple sex change was the worst of it. Sadly, the most plausible explanation was that she was busy and that someday soon I’d look back on this moment with bitter longing.

Just to make sure, I trotted over to the side of the enclosure, positioning myself with hind legs facing the rocky walls and bucked backward like I’d seen some ponies do on my various trips to the towns Sable had sent me to. Something chipped, but the wall looked undamaged, and I sighed and turned back around, inspecting the wall. She’d given me a regenerative effect, and living beings were complicated. No doubt she had a similar effect on the walls of my cell.

Standing by the wall, pondering magic and my torturer, I’d completely forgotten about the pony creature. It had seemed disinterested in me at first, so I hadn’t consciously marked it in my awareness. A hot puff of air on my pussy caused me to stiffen, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I’d rather not, please,” I said, my voice much steadier than I felt.

Of course, that didn’t work. The huge creature placed its hooves to either side of me, trapping me in place, and slowly moved forward. I closed my eyes as it steadied itself and then speared into my depths, filling my cunt with something too long and thick and warm and heavy. My eyes fluttered open and I started panting, wetness gathering at my nethers and a trembling pleasure spreading through me. Without meaning to, I started rocking forward and backward, shifting that length inside me. The pulsing length had ridges and imperfections that let me feel each minute movement. I let out a low moan as it moved out, and then it slammed back in and my forelegs collapsed. I whimpered as the motion repeated, the mix of pleasure and sudden pain making me whine pathetically. The pony creature steadied itself against my changed position, bent its head down and lightly grasped my neck in its jaws, and then thrust in deeply. It pulled out and went back in and then repeated the motion with a smooth, steady rhythm. Heat built inside of me and my pants became heavy breaths, the whining leaving my muzzle became a sound of longing and release, and then the throbbing length hit just the right places and a dam broke, a rolling thunder of pleasure that moved from my head to my tail with a series of shivers.

That small wetness in my nethers exploded out, muscles clenching and releasing a spray of cum, and my eyes rolled back in my head. The pony thing’s dick slowed as I caught my breath, then it released my neck and started to speed up, faster and faster until I was back to moaning, face against the grass, ass in the air, as the speed built, and it was moved in yanking and slamming motions that mixed pleasure and pain and locked me in place so I couldn’t move away if I tried. The moment, when it came, gave me only a second’s warning.

The warm, thick length thrust as far as it could go, and then twitched, pulsing, sending a shiver of pleasure through me and then a place deep inside me was warm and full, and that warmth kept spreading as more and more cum pumped itself into me, filling my womb, stretching it, and then spilling out into the passage leading to it. That sensation was all it took to push me over the edge again, my body suffused with shudders of pleasure even more intense than the last time. The pony creature withdrew, its dick limp and covered in seed, and whickered softly, letting my ass collapse to the ground with the rest of me. My hindquarters were leaking strings of cum, and I had yet to find the muscle that let me relax let out all the seed deep inside. For the moment I just lay there and let myself breathe, feeling warm and deeply full in a way that wasn’t entirely uncomfortable.

Then something long and wet draped itself over my muzzle and on long-trained instinct, I opened my mouth and started sucking, cleaning and swallowing the cum-covered dick until it was hard again, before I quite realized what I was doing. And then I had to finish or it might have decided to ravish me again and I couldn’t quite handle that twice in a row. So I sucked and licked and swallowed until it came again, filling my mouth with an impossible amount of cum that leaked out and splattered onto the grass. Then it backed away and I was alone.

With a shiver of pleasure as a blade of grass trailed along my clit, I gathered my determination and tensed different muscles, looking for the one that would release the massive amount of warmth stored in my womb. I was pretty sure this wasn’t what it was like for a human woman, but I was in a world of magic and talking horses so I went with what my gut said. Eventually, I found it, and that release of pressure and flood of rushing seed gave me a third orgasm that left me trembling and weak as a kitten. My entire backside was soaked in cum, a good amount coating my tits and making them feel tingly, making me more aware of them.

Nothing kept me from falling asleep.

---

I was back on the slab of black material, Sable in front of me. She gave me a smile, a sharp, shadowed thing.

“You’ve learned the basics, it looks like. Now for the more … advanced portions. It’s too easy for you to cum, so we’ll have to make that a very, very rare event. Make those teats nice and large, so anyone you see could just reach down and grab them. Drive up the heat, of course, make that nice and intense. And something special … incredible fertility, or built-in obedience? Hmm. Fertility makes the wait too long, I think, and too complicated, even with magic.”

I was dazed, uncomprehending until I heard what she was saying and got to my hooves with a shout. She flicked a bit of light at me from her horn and it then it was difficult to stay awake, much less move.

“Anyway, now that I think about it, let’s give you that fertility. We’ll make it cross-species, and make just about any organic fluid act as cum. And for the final touch, you’ll have a very short cycle that’ll cause you to lay eggs.”

“Eggs? No, fuck, please,” I said with all the willpower I could muster.

Her smile flickered, and she sent another bit of silencing light at me. “Don’t make me force your mouth shut permanently. Anyway, this neatly ties into that whole orgasm denial part. You’ll have to get someone or something to impregnate you, then lay an egg to cum. It’s a perfect solution.”

My soft protests and miniscule struggles went unheard and unnoticed as she flipped me onto my back. Sable’s horn glowed, flickering sparks of light surrounding it as she summoned her power and thrust it into me. Nothing changed on the outside with that first spell, but I suddenly felt like a gate I hadn’t known was there was closed. Another glow and flash, this one with a more noticeable affect. My tits felt fuzzy, tingly, and hot. I squirmed in discomfort as it spread, moving in spurts and jolts until I was looking down. They were … huge. For a pony, anyway. They’d be downright modest on a human, but as the spell finished and their size stabilized, it felt like I had huge watermelons strapped to my crotch. Walking would be extremely awkward.

I looked up and let out a pathetic mewl as I saw another spell gathering, and when it was done I felt … hot. My nipples tingled and hardened, my cunt grew as wet as it had ever been without the aftermath of an orgasm. By now I was whimpering, mentally begging her to stop. There were a few more flashes of light, but whatever they did was much less obvious. Something tightened inside me, another part changed in an odd way. At the end I was crying. I knew she’d done what she’d described, and I wasn’t … there was no preparing for that kind of thing.

“Shh. We’ll fit a little geas to you, make it so you can’t talk about anything around here, and get a little teleportation failsafe in case something goes incredibly wrong. Mind magic is so much easier with this cute little form of yours.”

If she did any of that, it was when I was asleep. I woke up by the edge of that wild forest, but not a part I recognized. There were campfires in the distance, a gathering of ponies. I gathered myself together after a time. Honestly, it would have taken much, much longer to move if the hot neediness inside of me didn’t constantly urge me to sate it. I tried finding a gait on my way out of the last few trees, but my former one didn’t work anymore, not with those bulging melons hanging off me. They tingled and shot a shiver of pleasure and denial through me each time a nipple brushed a leaf or bit of vegetation, flooding my sex with wetness.

When I was almost out, it all went wrong. What I’d thought was just a vine curled around my leg and pulled, making me stumble, off balance. And then more came. I tried flapping my wings, but I’d never been able to practice with them and something about them felt off somehow. By then it was too late, though. Three more vines had snaked around me, one for each leg, and they started tugging me back into the forest. I called out but no one seemed to hear, and eventually I was at a pit of writhing tentacles, dripping with some sort of slime.

“No, I know how this goes, fuck this,” I said, and dug my hooves into the dirt.

It didn’t matter. Of course it didn’t. A good half-dozen extra tentacles shot out of the pit and grabbed me, one curling about my neck, a rather thick one grasping my middle, and some smaller ones joining the main four in restraining my limbs and looping about my wings. They brought me up above the pit, suspending me over it like a bit of prey over a hungry shark.

And then a single, questing tentacle probed at my pussy. It flooded with wetness in response and I moaned, but it didn’t dive in, instead flicking at my lips and then exploring upward. I wriggled, the urge to get something long and hard inside me nearly overcoming my desire to escape. The vine-like tendril traced along the inside of my thighs, surprisingly warm and fleshy for a plant, dripping some kind of juices that made me shiver. It trailed across my oversized tits and I bucked upward in response, the little touches making my forced heat rise out of control.

The plant seemed to take my movements as resistance, more numerous, but much smaller tentacles crossed over me, sliding around my forelegs, the top and bottom of my belly, grappling with my haunches and crossing and sliding over my boobs as they firmed up their grips. My wetness was dripping down into the pit as I panted and pleaded with the thing to either fuck me or let me go, but I just dangled there for what seemed like forever before yet another collection of tendrils approached. They had a variety of tips, some small and hard, others long and spiky, but all of them dripped with a thick, familiar substance.

Even the plants could cum. I had the feeling that this was planned, before one of them flew at me with impossible speed and then jammed its way into my mouth. I automatically started sucking, the thick tentacle’s cum draining down my throat before I thought to spit it out, but I was too restricted to do more than bob my throat around it, and biting only made it dig deeper and faster into my mouth. The rest of them started rubbing against my fur, smearing their secretions against me, covering me in their thick seed. It came with a familiar male scent, but this was way more intense than when I’d been male, making me whine and twitch as I tried grinding against the air.

Two smaller ones trailed back to my tits, caressing them and splattering them with their cum, and finally, finally one of them teased at my nipples, sending a flash of pleasure and need through me. My back arched as much as it could, my whines growing desperate and my pussy winking in need, and in response one of them discovered my cunt and sank inside.

It was long, ridged, and spiky in a way that courted the edge of discomfort, and it leaked thick, saplike cum that stuck to my insides and was even more slow and viscous than the pony creature’s. I moaned as it went in and out in deep thrusts, the one in my mouth mirroring the motions, and I sucked wildly as they went about fucking me, adding little waves of shivering pleasure when they teased my nipples and eventually my clit, my entire backside soaked with my own wetness but still unable to cum.

The need rose along with my pleasure until there were tears in my eyes from the pain of denial. Sable had planned this, I was sure, she’d let her creations pleasure me while I could still find release just for the purpose of making me feel its absence more keenly. The tentacle in my cunt continued coating my insides with its seed as it moved in and out in steady motions, the spikes teasing me, making me moan in response. And then another vine found my ass and pushed its way inside. I clenched against it in response, my body going stiff. It didn’t trigger the same pleasure it did my male body, only slightly adding to the coursing pleasure while making my discomfort and pain rise sharply. A few slow thrusts to add its own sticky cum and the ache faded, the new thick vine simply becoming another piece of the driving heat and unbearable denial. The moon moved across the sky, pieces of its silver light visible through dark branches as the tentacles continued their relentless pace. It almost seemed like they were waiting for something, but as the sky started to lighten they gave up their steady rhythm, the rubbing, thrusting tentacles moving harder and faster and causing my seed-coated body to jolt. I cried out through the tentacle gagging me, the feeling almost nostalgic.

Then the one in my cunt plunged deeper than it had before and trembled, releasing a flood of its seed deep into me, filling my womb like the pony creature had, except this substance was more hot and viscous, and I knew simply releasing a muscle and pushing wouldn’t allow me to remove it. The tentacle slowly withdrew, pulsing, letting out massive amounts of cum and filling me up almost like it was making a plug. At least the one in my mouth was letting me swallow seed of more normal consistency. After that the rest of the vines let out their loads, these ones similar to the one in my mouth, coating my ass and then spreading all over my fur, a layer splattering over my tits and causing me to buck against the vines’ grip as the pleasure hit me, another bit covering my clit as they went to work in claiming my body, taking my belly, my back, my legs, wings, even my face as I closed my eyes. Then they set me down beside the pit, gently, the light of morning shining outside my eyelids. I trembled against the ground, too exhausted to do more than pant softly but still full of unsatisfied desire. At the very least I wished I could sleep, but Sable had taken that from me again.

Sometime later, when the mist was burned off at midday and I finally smeared enough cum off my face to see, I limped away from the pit and found a small clearing close enough to the edge of the forest I hopefully wouldn’t have to worry about something snatching me again. Then, I tried making myself halfway presentable. It was … kind of hopeless.

The tentacle’s normal cum was clear, but it was sticky and clingy and there was no nearby source of water to wash it off. Even rubbing enough off my nipples and clit so the feeling stopped sending me into frenzied masturbation was a challenge, one that left me exhausted and hot with denial at the end. Not that it helped all that much—the thick, viscous, and still-warm cum that had been pumped into my womb dripped out of my cunt and settled on my clit all over again. I took the time to try pushing it out, but a good half-hour of effort only sent a thin trickle out of my pussy. This strange, sap-like cum clung whenever it touched my fur, marking me with its off-white color. I shivered and moaned with the movement of flowing seed, and went back to using my hoof on my nipple and tongue on my cum-covered clit, the moisture clearing it again, right until I stopped and more dripped over it. I wished I could use my wings, but I discovered that off-feeling was them responding to my impossible level of arousal and sticking straight out, stiff and without the ability to move with any real flexibility.

I decided to stay there until I cleaned myself up, and out, as there was a risk the beings at those campfires would see my state and just start fucking me like the villagers at those towns I’d been sent to. I couldn’t try satisfying my desires, I needed to find the magic to free me from these spells and get back home.

I spent the night licking every inch of myself clean, and rubbing my back and wings against tree bark. It seemed to work, but it came with pain and missing feathers and patches of fur. I winced, but I was used to the whip, and I knew from experience I would always heal. The last thing was the cum inside of me, which kept dripping out at inappropriate times and spiking my lust and pleasure too far to resist. Slowly, over half a day, I managed to push it out and lick it up, the sensation making me shudder with enough pleasure to push me over the edge, if Sable hadn’t shut down my orgasms.

Then it was time to meet the camp. Sable’s threat about laying eggs was either hollow, or ‘quickly’ just meant quicker than however long it took for horses to have foals, because nothing was showing down there. I picked my way out of the forest and headed off.

My steps were slow and uncertain as I managed to find a gait that didn’t rub my back legs against my tits too much. My legs were probably spread too wide for my walk to look natural, but whatever, I’d just say I had a condition.

About halfway there, I was accosted, which, yeah. Shouldn’t have expected any good luck. Three stallions loped toward me. They didn’t have wings or horns but that didn’t matter when my own wings were sticking uselessly out to the sides. The one in the middle was a little ahead of the other two, likely making him the leader. His coat was a deep red, the ones off to the side blue and pale green, the latter’s coat lighter than my own.

“Well, look what we have here. A little lass wandering around all on her lonesome,” the red one said, slowing to a slow pace that made me uneasy and stalking around me.

The others arrayed themselves off to the sides, and I eventually settled on facing the air between them, my wide, prey-animal eyes able to keep sight of both at once while I kept my ears swiveled towards the red stallion as he paced. If I put all my attention on him, I had the feeling that the other two would take the opportunity to clobber me from behind. I shifted, eyeing the campfires.

The blue one spoke up. “Careful, Rogue. She might run.”

I had a name to use instead of just ‘the red one’ which was something, but now I was certain they didn’t have any good intentions. Rogue continued pacing until he was directly behind me. I heard him take a sharp breath.

“Now that is interesting. She’s nice and wet, colts, and these teats are way too big to be natural.”

“Trap, Boss?” the green one said.

Blue eyed me. “No, don’t think so. She’s got an unusual field around her, but if it’s concealing some kind of surveillance or teleportation magic then whoever built it would already be here. The level of skill it would take to hide anything significant from me is … mythical.”

Confirmation Sable was something special, not that I needed it. I had a feeling it was a rare pony who talked about obtaining dragon hearts with a minimum age of a thousand.

“Mmm. Hold still for me, little lass,” Rogue said, walking up behind me.

I tried turning around but something inside me tightened, and suddenly I couldn’t move a muscle. Oh, oh no … Sable had said something about obedience, hadn’t she? This was trouble, if they discovered they could just tell me what to do I’d never find a way out.

Rogue suddenly smacked me across the ass with his hoof. I let out a short, pained squeal and wetness flooded from my pussy. If I didn’t have to hold still I would’ve been on the ground, licking it, but keeping so impressively still was worse, because that clued them in. Rogue must have been incredibly intelligent, because I wouldn’t have reached the same conclusion anywhere near this quickly.

“Hey, now that’s interesting. Let’s see … listen only to the three of us and anypony we tell you to, don’t harm any of the ponies on that list, don’t try to run away, and address all of us as Master when we speak to you. Oh, and the only other word you’re allowed to use is yes. Got that?”

“Yes, Master,” I said. Then I tried telling him to go fuck himself but all that left my mouth was a grunt.

“I think it’s time the four of us had a bit of fun, don’t you think? On your back, open your mouth, and do your best to pleasure us.”

“Yes, Master,” I repeated unwillingly.

I lowered myself to the ground and rolled over, mouth opened, legs spread, wings pressing against my back, showing off my wetness down there. I felt my pussy wink as Green approached it, and he grinned and licked his lips. His shaft lengthened, and then he took a step forward and pushed it in. I moaned, the warm cock filling me and making me shiver with every thrust. Pleading whimpers left my mouth before Blue came from the other end and stuffed my mouth with his dick, which I had no choice but to pleasure as best I could. And my best was pretty good.

Before my thoughts grew too foggy with pleasure and lust, I whirled my eyes around, looking for Rogue. He stood off to the side with a smirk that reminded me of Sable, saw me looking, and broke out into a wide grin. My stare broke off as Green moved in a sharp, jerking motion, and I moaned through Blue’s cock. Then Rogue stepped over me, facing toward my rear, bent down, and set his dick between my tits.

“Usually there ain’t much to fuck like this, but you’re a bit of a treasure, aren’t you,” he said.

I moaned as he rubbed his cock back and forth against my tits, wriggling against the feeling of Green’s dick in my cunt and Blue’s in my mouth, the heat and denial always there, always making me want more but end up unsatisfied no matter what.

Green finished first, hilting into my cunt as far as it could go and letting out gushing waves of cum that filled my womb and trailed out as he withdrew, absently smearing it against my ass to clean it. Blue held out for an unusually long time, especially with my skill, but he was soon done as well, and I swallowed and licked at his seed until he was clean. Finally, Rogue gave one last rub between my tits and grunted, spraying his seed all over them, and soaking my belly, flowing down and over my pussy as well. I whined in need, my own release still held at bay, and he chuckled.

“You’ll be a hit at the Den, I think. Follow us, you little slut.”

“Yes, Master,” was the only possible reply.

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Whatever the Den was, it wasn’t our first stop. We traveled quite a way, fucking whenever one of them had the urge and filling me back up with cum that slowly leaked out of my cunt throughout the journey, my attempts to actively released it abandoned with exhaustion and pointlessness. Eventually we found civilization in a seedy-looking town. Rogue talked quietly to a shady stallion at a hotel and found us a room with bars in the windows, then tied me to the bed, leaving Blue to guard me. I lay there, legs splayed, moaning every so often as the heat surged and I couldn’t even try to satisfy it. They’d figured out I didn’t have to eat or clean myself on the way over, as over a long enough timespan I’d revert back to my normal state, so they didn’t give me breakfast or anything. A few hours later, Blue was gone too, abandoning me with the command that I stay there. Criminals didn’t seem to follow orders all too well without someone watching them.

They were gone for quite a while. More than a few hours later I felt an ache growing inside me, like a hard, solid object was stuck in an odd place. It took me a while, as I was more used to cum filling it, but then I realized it was the egg Sable had promised sitting in my womb.

I moaned aloud as it moved, crying out the more it grew and the firmer it got, bumping against my sensitive insides, instinct and heat making me buck against the air. It was an agonizingly pleasurable process, each bump of pain causing a corresponding wave of bliss before the denial and frustration overtook it and I cried out again. The process took hours, and then when it was big enough for me to see a bump inside me, my body cried out and clenched, then released, forcing the egg out bit by bit. I simultaneously never wanted to experience it again, and wished for the entire thing to repeat itself.

Eventually, slowly, gradually, the egg plopped out of my cunt, cum spraying the sheets as I screamed in ecstasy, finally finding blissful release, staring at invisible stars as my eyes rolled back and shudders of pure pleasure rolled over my entire body. I relaxed with a sigh, free from the urge for a second. And then the heat ramped up again, because of course it did, and it was even worse for that one second of contrast, making me whine and try grinding my clit against the egg, which only rolled away at my trembling touch.

Blue came back not long after, raising an eyebrow and moving the egg to the nightstand. Then he fucked me, long and hard, dick pistoning in and out of my cunt at a rate that should have had him cumming mere seconds in. I panted, mouth moving in familiar motions as it tried to suck a cock that wasn’t there, and then, after longer than it should have been but much too short for my heat, he came, filling me back up with warm seed, making me heavy and full. It slowly drooled out of my pussy as he withdrew and stood guard, waiting for Rogue to return.

When he did, he was initially confused. Then Blue explained the egg, and he laughed.

“Good little filly. We’ll see if this is actually worth anything, but I think you’ve earned a special place among the rest of the sluts.”

They led me outside and showed me an odd contraption, a wagon with ropes and harnesses and things sitting on the street. And then Rogue told me not to resist as he attached it to me. There was a bit, which fit between my teeth and made talking impossible, and a sturdy collar. Leather wrapped me up in a way that concealed nothing, and finally a replica dick was attached to the front of the cart, which they pushed into my cunt as far as it could go before attaching the rest of the straps and ropes which hitched me to the wagon and kept me from pulling off of the dick.

Apparently Rogue was friends with someone who basically owned this town, because no one batted an eye at the contraption as I moved through the streets, panting and moaning, my wetness dripping onto the stones below. The dick jerked in and out in unpredictable motions with the movement of the cart as the three rode behind me, giving me directions to a clean-looking building that probably disguised something horrible.

Turned out I was right about that. They gave me a parting fuck, in the same positions as the first time, right on the street, covering and filling me with their cum, and then a dignified-looking stallion came out and they told me to listen to his orders. He showed me a butt plug with a symbol on it that looked like a crumbling pyramid and slowly pushed it into my ass, then forbade me from taking it out. It was an odd, too-full feeling, the shape different enough from a cock that it messed with my movements. I was detached from the wagon and then led inside, down some stairs, and into a dimly-lit hallway of fucking. Bars were set into the hallway, leading into little cells which had mostly mares, but a few stallions in them. Most were wandering around their little rooms, scratching at the walls, muttering to themselves, or sleeping. But some had other occupants. There were stallions, sometimes multiple, fucking some mares. A few visitors had chained the cell’s pony up or whipped them or tied them into uncomfortable positions, seeming to delight in watching them squirm. There were what looked like magical dildos and vibrators and rings stuck onto some of them, and even piercings through a few noses and nipples. We didn’t get that far before we reached a pair of empty cells on both sides of the hallway, the pony leading me around drawing a key from somewhere and opening it.

“Go. Stay inside, and don’t leave unless you’re told to by a member of this establishment. Service anyone who enters, and do not harm or annoy them.”

Then I was left in a small padded room with a nice bed and a dim floating sphere up by the ceiling, the flicking thing nowhere near the size or brilliance of Sable’s creations.

There would be a way to escape, I was sure of it, I just needed to wait for some orders I could misinterpret. Perhaps play along for a while until they were sure of the geas’s effectiveness and left the cell unlocked, and then sneak out at night.

Plan set, I curled up on the bed and started masturbating until I fell prone, exhausted, into a puddle of my own juices.

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