Up to this point, the only places that looked like they were designed with any sense of aesthetics were the ones I was led through on the way to some unappealing cell or utilitarian garage. When I followed Doms into the Den, I paused in shock. The large, circular room looked like a damn palace. Illusion magic blended with art to disguise the walls, making them disappear into a seemingly-endless jungle with a battered pyramid in the distance—the same crumbling pyramid every non-visitor in the room had on their butt plugs. Some ponies were floating and fucking in a shallow pool clear enough for me to spot every grain of sand at the bottom. Even the ceiling was a work of art. It wasn’t as perfect as Sable’s of the sky, but the little breaks in the illusion just made it more impressive.

I took hesitant steps into the room, trying to pick apart what was real and what was not. Even the exits were hidden as entrances into a nearby ruin, a natural-looking hole in a thicket, or a passage under the roots of a large tree. It didn’t take much time to tell that the manticore perking up and roaring at everyone who passed wasn’t the real thing based on the way it looped, making the same movements every time. It was a similar case with most of the decorations, but seen all together it was a bewildering array of sights, sounds, and feelings that kept me constantly off-balance. I thought the dragon chained to the ground was just another part of the scenery, but when I looked closer she had a plug too, and she was in the process of sliding an extremely long tongue into a curious visitor. Now that I knew there were more than just ponies, I found a few griffons in the room along with one or two beings who seemed to shift between forms whenever I glanced away.

Before I recollected myself, Doms leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You can go through every other opening except the one we came through. Do feel free to resist, so long as you don’t attack anyone or flee the compound.”

Then he was gone, and I was left wondering if that was just reverse psychology or if there was some sort of … procedure in place for dealing with anyone who acted too rebellious. I couldn’t tell from here, as everyone seemed to be participating enthusiastically. I had a suspicion whatever deterrent they had against undesirable behavior involved the other rooms. But I couldn’t just give up, not on a mere suspicion. I edged around the room, avoiding attention by moving slowly and using my green coat to blend in with the vegetation. Moving around was still awkward, the plug shifting around inside me, oversized tits making me pause and let out a soft moan before I wrestled my urges down and continued onward. The place didn’t feel anything like a real jungle—it was temperature-controlled, with only soft, cool breezes that brushed across my nethers and made me shiver in need before I got myself under control. I stuck to more flowery regions, darting across to the patches of light pink so my mane didn’t stick out so much.

A few ponies had noticed my entrance, but none of them seemed to care about what I was doing. As I neared the next exit, one disguised as a pathway under a waterfall, I moved faster, paying less attention to the sounds I made or disguising my movements. I was so close, in both meanings. If I stayed there too long the burning need would take over completely and I’d walk up to the nearest stallion and whine for him to fuck me. And while the thought was much, much more appealing than I liked admitting to myself, this was still a gilded cage. So I scrambled under the fake waterfall before I lingered too long and pushed my way into the inky black passage. It almost reminded me of something, but the thought escaped me. It felt like being submerged in a thick, viscous substance kind of like syrup, but I emerged completely dry.

Then I pressed back against the suddenly unyielding surface, screaming internally.

Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Sable glanced up from a plain metal cube, the casing split open and its complicated innards spilled all over the table. She saw me and grinned. Had she infiltrated Watchmount just to see how their contraptions worked?

She walked over to me and I slumped to the floor, letting out a whine. The floor was cold steel, the entire place giving off the look of a workshop more than any kind of den. She flicked me over the muzzle with her tail and I flinched back. She rolled her eyes.

“Honestly, I’ve been watching you on and off during your entire vacation. Surely you suspected this? You did get around my safeguards, you can’t be a complete idiot. Seeing me in person again shouldn’t make me suddenly terrifying.”

I shook my head and pressed against the barrier, suddenly reminded of where exactly I’d seen it before. A black, inky substance that turned selectively permeable and could move around on its own. Sneaking in was completely unnecessary; she was in charge.

“Speaking of your little adventure, have you enjoyed it? You must be nearly mad from need by now. Have you had your second egg yet? Well? Speak already.”

“Please…”

“Well, you’re more well-trained, at least. Where’s your spine? You used to be so full of fire. Did you give up on trying to go back from your home country? There’s a name in that odd skull of yours…”

“Cindy?” My ears perked up and I watched Sable intently from my position on the floor, eager for any information on Earth she might know.

“Another world, really? I can’t believe I missed that for so long. Damn Celestia’s security, now that mirror of hers is even more interesting. Still, something brought you here. It might even send you back on its own if you stay long enough, and keeping too many spells intact through dimensional barriers is a pain in the behind. Though it looks like you know all about pains in the ass,” she said with a smirk, circling around me and poking at my plug. Her face fell into a frown as she examined it, horn glowing. “I stuff fifteen settings in these things and they only use them for waste removal … well, I’m sure you and I can have a bit of fun between us. I usually leave the spells to automatically punish anyone who enters, but I feel like doing some custom work.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to break anything important, I just want to go home. I’ll … I’ll do anything,” I said, banking on her feeling my sincerity through whatever she was using to read my mind.

She paused. “To be honest, my ire has mostly faded. It’s more about the principle of the thing, now. If I let one reckless idiot off without dire repercussions, who’s to say someone else won’t imitate them? No, I don’t trust your silence, you’re the kind of person who writes memoirs. If I had to bet I’d put a million thaums on you writing down everything that happened here a mere year after you return. However … I’m not averse to returning you to your reality once I do find what I need. There’s a certain dragon lord nearing her thousandth year a few seasons from now. In the meantime, you help me with my little experiments and keep Watchmount running, and I’ll see about developing a spell for you.”

“Wait, so…”

I stopped, confused. Ever since she’d shifted me into this female form and seemingly abandoned me, I’d abandoned all hope of trying to talk her into anything. She was the boogeymare, a force of nature. And now she was telling me I just had to play along and I could go free in ‘a few seasons’.

“So, I’ll work on finding a way to shunt you back across the dimensional barriers. Do feel free to subvert the obedience spell, however. It’s rare to find someone who can actually wriggle out of my work. Now get over here, I told you I want to do some custom work.”

I walked over, trying to square this Sable with my former view of her. I was too caught up in trying to tell if she was genuine to protest when she told me to lie down on my back. It took until she eyed my nose ring and brought out two smaller rings before I caught on to what she was doing.

“Wait, hold on, do something else, you don’t have to—”

They snapped into place and the air left my lungs in a shocked, wheezing gasp. The pain faded, slowly, and then there were weights on my nipples. I flipped over and stumbled to my hooves, trying to glare at Sable. I was too overwhelmed to give her more than a wide-eyed stare, but I think she got the message anyway, as she started to cackle.

I took a few steps, wobbling against the pressure of the plug, the sides of my teats rubbing against my legs, the rings bouncing against them with every movement, the tugging making the need flare up, and I was desperate to scratch it, to satisfy the itch. I reached back with a hoof and flicked it against my clit, knees buckling. I moaned, feeling too liquid to stay on my hooves for long. Even Sable pacing around and muttering to herself couldn’t interrupt me, not after having refrained for so long.

“Ah, now that is amusing. I use this same basic framework when I want to give someone a boon. It makes it easier to conditionally apply the entire effect without eroding the rest of the spell, you see,” she said.

I paid attention with half an ear as I abandoned my footing, my knees finally giving way. I curled up, my tongue darting out and licking at my clit, wetness flooding from my pussy and dripping to the floor. I moved a forehoof to my nipples, the new, shifting weights on them adding jolts of pleasure as I rubbed them. My tongue writhed, questing around until I finally plunged it into my cunt, finding just the right spot to send my body into a shivering paroxysm of pleasure and denied release. But I still needed more, just a little more. I kept at it, everything inside me shrieking I was so, so close, overriding all logic that told me it wouldn’t work.

“Using physical objects as anchors is a time-tested way to have more spells available even when your thaumaturgic field is locked up in maintaining a bunch of other effects. Usually, the spell would still degrade, but I can keep it running indefinitely by drawing energy from your life force. It won’t hurt you, you’ll just get tired faster when it’s active. As for the effect itself, I’m thinking of a low-level dimensional pocket. This will make your … passages able to fit more on demand, though not without effort. Good news if you decide to fuck a dragon. And the best part is that your eggs will be able to get much, much bigger. You’ve got one on the verge of forming anyway, so this will be a perfect test.”

“Hnnng,” I groaned, barely able to acknowledge her words, much less understand them.

Sable waited until I was a twitching puddle on the floor before getting to work, horn lighting with an ominous glow. The rings in my nose and nipples shot out, suspended in her telekinesis. I spasmed at the tugging motion, letting out a moan. If I were just the slightest bit less exhausted I’d have gone back at it. Sable hummed in satisfaction, then went back to her work table and started tinkering with the cube again. I gathered myself back together after a while, flinching as every thoughtless movement sent pressure or friction somewhere that made me feel like curling up and licking myself again. I glanced over at Sable, but she seemed absorbed in her work. I rolled over—

And groaned in pain as something shifted, something big, round, and hard in a place it shouldn’t be. The egg. I’d completely forgotten about it. And now Sable was here, watching, and it was getting less and less probable that I’d be able to get out of this room as it slowly grew, and grew, and then grew some more just for good measure. I cried out and kicked out at nothing once it reached about the size it had been last time and then just kept getting bigger, stretching out my womb to a downright impossible extent. I flopped to my back again, panting, the shifting, growing egg bringing flashes of need along with pain. I pawed at my pussy, moaning with the motion and the feeling of fullness, but as it kept going my hoof slowed, a feeling of weariness growing inside my limbs. The egg had to be double the size of the first one before I accepted something was really wrong.

“S-Sable,” I said.

She glanced up. “Ah, yes. That’s a good upper bound, I think.”

Feel alone wasn’t the most accurate of measurements, but by now it had to be bigger than my head. Somehow, it wasn’t making any kind of visible bulge, just stretching my womb out some insane amount. Magic was a curse. Something inside me rippled, muscles pushing and pulling and causing me to arc upward into the air, whimpering in pain and lust. It was so much more intense than the first time, my insides stretching as it slid down my inner passage, my body quivering with every centimeter. Tears trailed down my face as the thing plopped out, my insides somehow stretched more than they ever should without seeming any different to my eyes. I let out a shuddering sigh, and then screamed in ecstasy as something intangible released its hold and I came thighs clenching together and spraying thick droplets over the floor. The egg rolled across the floor and everything inside me settled back where it should be. It was bliss, for the single second it lasted. No pain, no need, just the aftershock of intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Then the lust rose, sharp and sudden, and I had a hoof between my back legs as I started rubbing again.

I caught sight of the egg as I stroked my clit and felt disbelief. It turned out I’d been conservative in my estimates. The thing was even larger than my head. Sable had done some hardcore spatial fuckery to make it fit inside me. I was intensely jealous of that bone on her head.

“Wish I could do magic,” I said, savoring my ability to speak whenever I wanted.

“Oh, you can. You only have access to pegasus-aligned magic normally, and your thaumaturgic field is all locked up feeding your current enchantments, but if you found a focus you’d be able to do anything I could. Potentially, anyway. Most focuses are unique artifacts. One of the only exceptions is the crystallized heart of a dragon over the age of a thousand. You had access to an enormous font of power and you carelessly shattered it like a bumbling colt.”

“No, I…”

But I had, hadn’t I? There had been that jagged red chunk of crystal that seemed to pulse like it was alive, and I’d felt something odd when I touched it. Then I’d ground it against the collar and it broke, the red pulses fading away until it was just a normal bit of broken rock.

“Right, where were we … ah, yes. Go fuck a dragon. One with a dick. You’ll find one back in the Den, in the room behind those reddish pillars.”

“Wait, can we talk? I have—”

“Quit your blabbering, idiot,” Sable said with a snort.

Back I went, my own legs steering me helplessly back into the Den, where I immediately struck out for the entrance she mentioned. I waited desperately for someone to call out and stop me, but even when I wasn’t trying to disguise my movements no one seemed to care what I did. The room beyond the red pillars looked like the inside of a canyon, different ores showing as stripes on the walls stretching far above. And in the middle of the sandy area, next to a small stream, was a dragon. He was digging at the wall across from me, tail darting about, giving me a view of his backside. There was a plug inside him, like every other being stuck at Watchmount. And below it an enormous, red cock swung about, spiky ridges sticking out from it. It was maybe half as long as my entire body, and it seemed more like a weapon than a dick. I quaked on my hooves, fighting the command to fuck him until he swung his head around, nostrils flaring as he looked me up and down. I finally saw the collar on his neck, with a long, thick chain trailing back to the wall he was digging at. It looked like he wasn’t exactly happy to be here.

He stalked toward me, dragging the chain behind him. “It’s degrading, really. Rutting a pony. The world’s gone to ashes. But if needs must…”

A single talon reached out and hooked against my side, and then he pulled, knocking me over. A few more nudges that felt more like forceful blows, and he’d pushed me onto my back where I stopped fighting Sable’s command and just tried not to scream.

He walked forward, carefully lining his dick up with my nethers, and then thrust.

My teeth were clenched, and I let out a hiss as I teared up in pain. He was huge, and he wasn’t exactly being gentle either. His length was just as sharp and spiky as it looked, and the pain as he stuffed me with more than I should’ve been able to fit was matched only by the burning pleasure and need which urged me to pull him deeper. Not that I needed to, as he pulled back only to thrust back in twice as far, causing me to let out a strangled gasp.

“Finally,” he rumbled over me as he started settling into a rhythm, “One of you furry freaks who can fit me.”

I gasped, rocking back and forth the few centimeters I could. He’d impaled me far enough that trying to drag myself off just wasn’t in the cards. He was in too deep, and the sane part of me was wishing Sable had turned me into a dragon instead while the rest was begging him to rut me harder. My face was slack with that confusing mix of pain and pleasure that wouldn’t let me stop, and as a consequence, I was drooling from both ends and mumbling.

“Mrrr … More. Please,” I gasped as another thrust jolted through my entire body.

Dragons must have really good hearing. The one above me chuckled, a deep, resonating sound, and reached at me with a claw. He slowed, peering at me until the tip of a talon darted forward and snagged one of my nipple rings. I yelped as he tugged at it, the motion extremely gentle for a being of his size, but still forceful enough to feel like a hard yank.

“Yes. Squeal, pony.”

He continued thrusting, taking away my breath. His talon was relatively still, but it shook every time he plunged into me, making me writhe against him. Then he took away his claw, giving me one last pull that had me crying out in pain, and braced against the ground before speeding up. Before, he’d been sliding in and out. Now he was slamming into me and wrenching himself back, creating blinding waves of blissful agony. My hooves scrabbled uselessly at the ground without my input as I moaned, hips twitching, the heat urging him to go even faster.

The quivering length inside me twitched, pulsed, and he plunged as deep as he could go, making me gasp even though I thought I’d been out of air. He roared as he came, flooding me with his seed. It was hot, a burning fiery warmth that reminded me of that fiery dildo, and I screamed as he unloaded more and more inside me. It flowed through me, making me tremble and cry out as it went from a point of blazing pain and fullness to a deep, spreading warmth. It withdrew, and then he draped it over me, rubbing it on my fur. Its base ran across my tits, which tingled at the contact, and when the tip reached my mouth I licked it, cleaning his cock and swallowing the hot cum. He grunted at that and shifted, driving it fully into my mouth where I choked on the largest cock I’d ever tasted. That strange spatial warping was in play here too, or it would’ve reached my stomach, but it wasn’t comfortable by any means. It felt like I had to fight for every inch of space as my tongue writhed around him and he settled into place, moving in and out in slow motions. He withdrew a minute later with a wet plop and I took a deep breath, then lay there panting, feeling his warm seed spread over my fur, leaking out my cunt, and I still wanted more. The raging lust soon had me rubbing at my clit again with one forehoof, teasing at my tits with the other, my natural wetness combining with the cum and letting me rub faster and harder. The dragon regarded me with interest.

“I think I’ll keep you here for a while. There is at least some rock I can still reshape in this conjured place.”

Wait, no I did not want that. I mean, a part of me did, but he was just too big to be comfortable. I paused in the middle of trying uselessly to get myself off and got to my hooves, heading toward the exit, and then the dragon grabbed me around the middle and hauled me off to another part of the canyon, the chain attached to his collar jingling as he moved. There was a dragon-sized cavern carved and melted into the rock a short ways away, that he entered, carrying me with him. He set me down and I crawled away, only for him to growl in frustration and wrap his chain around me like I was a burrito. I struggled, but my movements only tangled me further. Then he started working with the rock, melting some places, carving others with his claws. I wriggled over to get a look at it.

He was building some strange thing out of the ground with three holes in the middle that flowed up out of the ground like it had grown there. That illusion was broken as soon as he picked it up and worked on the details. Then he settled the entire thing back into a groove in the ground, and something clicked. He was building stocks. He carefully unwrapped me from the chains, grabbing me again when I tried to dart away, and settled me in place as I bucked against his grip. He firmly placed my forehooves in the two smaller holes on either side and stuck my head in the main one, and then he started breathing fire and I froze. The extra space shrank as the stone flowed down, securing me firmly in place. He then did the same thing with my back hooves, locking me into place like a display piece, and grabbed the entire structure with me stuck in it, facing me away from the entrance. My tail lifted on its own accord, my own wetness and the last of his cum dripping out of me. He made a considering noise and breathed fire on a specific part of the cave which I spotted out of the corner of my eye. The stone melted away and he dug around until he found two thin gray wires, which he brought around to my backside. I wondered what he was doing until I felt movement back against my tits, letting out a pleading whimper as something brushed against them. What was he—oh.

The threads stuck through my nipple rings, and then he pulled at them. I moaned, fighting back the insane compulsion to tell him to pull harder, to fuck me again, more. There was more heat as he melted the other end of the threads into the rock and then my nipples were straining against the tension, pulling against steel-like threads anchored in solid rock. I couldn’t take it anymore and wriggled my backside temptingly, but he only laughed and smacked my butt with his claw, bringing tears to my eyes. Then he stomped outside, leaving me trapped there with constant strain on my nipples and an urge to fuck that I couldn’t satisfy, seeing as I was trapped in stone. It brought back flashbacks, except this time I couldn’t even suck my dick. Well, not that I had it anymore, but I couldn’t touch my clit either. It was torture, and I soon broke down and started shouting for someone to fuck me.

Eventually, the dragon heard and came back, only to shape some stone out of my line of sight and then shove a surprisingly artistic representation of his dick into my mouth. It wasn’t secured, but apparently he had some magic of his own to keep it in place and make it feel lifelike. It was warm, almost hot, and pulsed as I sucked it. Then it started moving, telekinetically shoving itself down my throat and going back up, facefucking me in a smooth rhythm. I whined, flicking my tail to the side and displaying my wetness imploringly. He ignored me. I sucked at the stone dick, faster and harder, adapting to its movement and flicking my tongue over its surface for a lack of anything else to do. It accustomed itself to my attention and moved faster, less regularly, mimicking a regular dick except for the orgasm. I lost track of time as the dragon moved about, my backside demanding that I do something until I was bucking backward against the air. The strain on my tits was something, but it was more pain than pleasure. The plug didn’t do much as a female, so I was left begging around the stone cock for the dragon to fuck me.

It took too long, way too long, but finally he did, standing overhead and driving his length into me in a smooth motion. I groaned against the dick in my mouth, which took the moment to go hard, deep, until I went back to sucking with my former fervor. He moved through the slow rocking motions faster this time, slamming in and out and making me moan with each thrust. I felt each bit of his spiky length, squirming against the feeling of being too full, too fast, but he didn’t care about my discomfort and kept ramming into me. This time, when he came he grabbed the stone dick out of my mouth, letting me squeal at the feeling of his hot, burning seed filling me again. He backed out of me in a quick motion and then stuck something else behind me—the stone cock. It thrust in, plugging the hot cum inside me and continuing to fuck me even when the dragon was done. And then he rotated the rocky display I was stuck in, and I was facing his dripping cock, coated with his cum. He thrust it into my mouth.

I gagged when he stuck his full length into my throat, licked and sucked and swallowed when he pulled back and had me focus on the tip, all the while bucking against the stone replica in my cunt which kept the majority of his hot load stuck inside me. Part of it squeezed past the edges and dripped down my thighs, but that just made me feel it more strongly. I cleaned his cock, sucked and swallowed every bit of cum still clinging to it, but he just kept thrusting into my muzzle until it quivered again, and then he unleashed his load right into my mouth, the blistering seed flowing out before I swallowed, and then he took it out and pointed his spurting cock over my back, where it coated my fur. He walked back around to where the stone dick was still plunging in and out of me, sticking his own dick underneath and slapping it against my underside, rubbing the last of his seed against my tits and belly. I let out a small moan as he brushed by the gray wires attached to my nipple rings, my knees trembling. That tension alone kept me on edge, and now I had cum all over me, in my womb, on my muzzle, in my mouth, and the feeling and scent drove me to make what little movements I could against the cock plunging in and out of my cunt.

The dragon plucked the stone dick out of my pussy, making me whine in protest, and placed it back in my mouth, then walked away and left me there again. He must have been satisfied enough to ignore visitors, as soon after that a pony arrived in the cavern. I grunted at him to leave, but he ignored my warning and grinned at my predicament.

“This is some fine ass right here. And they said the place was a trap.”

He moved around to my backside and mounted me, then plunged right in. I moaned and moved back against him, happy that I wasn’t being stuffed full of a dick that felt like it could rival me in size. I groaned out when he came, then did it again, more urgently, when a shadow rose on the wall.

“A thief in my lair, defiling my treasure. How nice. It looks like she’ll have company.”

The stallion protested his innocence, but the dragon wasn’t having it. I doubted it would matter even if the stallion had just arrived. Soon enough, he was wrapped up in a pony sushi like I had been. The dragon adapted my little platform, adding another place in front of me. I got the gist of it before long and sighed as the dragon took the stone dick from my mouth and put it in the new stallion’s. Then he unwrapped the newcomer and placed him in position, dick right in front of my muzzle. After he adjusted a few things, said dick was in my muzzle, and the stallion was secured in place so neither of us could get it out.

The dragon laughed at our situation, and then he left again. I sucked at the stallion’s dick as his cum dripped out of my pussy, and relaxed as I swallowed non-burning cum. My tail twitched as my nethers shivered, achingly empty, and my nipples twinged in pain from the constant pull of the taut wires. I breathed deeply, trying to keep my mind off the unsated need, but it backfired as I took in the stallion’s musk, felt his heavy cock, and I licked and sucked at him until his dick throbbed and his seed shot out, coating my tongue, filling my mouth, and I swallowed frantically to distract myself but it wasn’t enough. The dragon returned, and I could feel my pussy winking at him as I swayed enticingly. He bent over me and my breath caught as he dragged a rough, wet tongue across my ass, and then plucked at one of the threads pulling at my tits like a guitar string, making me cry out through the stallion’s cock. He rumbled with laughter as he went back out to claw at his chain again.

I bit back another plea. I just had to hold on, wait for him to come back. And in the long term, Sable at least wanted to do more experiments on me, I was sure. I just had to wait. Just wait, and everything would be okay…

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