“You’re still here, after all this time? Well, I suppose Raviar is somewhat possessive.”

Sable? Finally, she was here. I could get out. I strained against my confinement, wincing as the movement pulled at the wires at my tits and made me moan into the stallion’s cock. He groaned with the vibrations, but I was too busy rolling my eyes about looking for Sable to suck him off again. It sounded like she was behind me somewhere.

I whined at her to free me already, but she sounded distracted. “I’ve optimized your enchantments to mesh more fully with you. This will allow them to pass unaffected through a greater dimensional barrier, and as a bonus, I can fit in a fun little addition. This will let you feel any cock inside you as if it were yours. Of course, it’ll cut off right as they start to orgasm. Can’t have you doing that too often, after all.”

Okay, great, whatever. I wasn’t too enthused about that last part, but what really mattered was that she free me. I let out a low sound that was as close as I could get to actual words. She interrupted me with a blinding flash of light. I cried out, the sound muffled through the stallion’s dick, but there was no response.

I growled at her, mumbling curses until a new, growing awareness of my cock took my attention. Except it wasn’t, she’d explained it already, but for a moment I’d held out hope that she’d returned me to my former sex. But no, I still had the aching emptiness inside me, that longing for the dragon to return and stuff me full of his dick, and my nipples were still there, stretched out and sore, so nothing that drastic had changed. She’d just changed her spells and left me.

I sucked at the dick laying in my mouth experimentally, and the stallion and I both moaned at the feeling. I suckled at it, the stallion responding and bucking against my muzzle with the few centimeters he could withdraw. I licked, feeling my own tongue against his cock, soft, warm, and wet. I shuddered in pleasure as I teased at it, feeling as we got closer and closer, as it quivered at the very edge—

And then the connection cut off, and I was fruitlessly sucking at a cock right as it orgasmed without me. It unleashed its load, thick cum pouring into my mouth, the excess that I couldn’t swallow dripping out, trailing down my muzzle. It pulsed one last time, leaving more seed that I gulped down, and then I could feel it again, buzzing with the afterglow of a release that I couldn’t feel. I writhed in my restraints, growling in frustration, my tail raised, mentally begging for the dragon to come by and fuck me already. I wistfully wondered how long it took me to form another egg, and then I felt disgusted that any part of me would want to experience that again. Although, it did let me … no. I pulled my tongue around the stallion’s cock, bringing it to its full length and shivering at the feeling of having a dick once more, sort of. This time I kept it on the edge as long as I could, despite my instincts telling me I could finally cum if I went just a little faster. The stallion grunted at me, muffled through the stone cock in his own mouth. Now he could feel what it was like being stuck on the verge of orgasm too, for a change. At least it distracted me from the emptiness in my cunt for a few minutes, until the frustrated heat took over and I lost control of my tongue, lashing across the stallion’s length until his warm seed filled my mouth once more.

The cycle continued. I eventually picked up a way to deal with the heat in my nethers, visualizing it as a buzzing, pulsing swarm of bees and pushing it into a corner of my mind. It worked as long as I held completely still—so, for maybe a minute at most. Then a cold gust of wind would blow in from the cave entrance and cause me to shiver, making my nipples throb and my pussy wink and my mouth start to suck all over again. Or the stallion would give a needy cry through the stone cock and thrust the bit of his length he could move deeper into my throat, or the dragon would roar and send the stone shaking as he failed again to destroy his chain. At least in Sable’s prison the ground didn’t randomly shake.

It wasn’t until the light outside faded with the approaching night that the dragon—Raviar, Sable had called him—trundled back in. Deliberately drawing his attention only got me abuse, so I stayed quiet. His musk took over my instincts though, wetness trailing down and my tail hiking up without my input.

Raviar snorted, then approached. I felt his eyes on my body and something inside me tensed. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps that made the stallion’s dick tremble in my mouth, lightning flashes of pleasure shooting through it. He moaned, bucking into my muzzle. I was on fire with anticipation, freezing when a claw touched my rump. It trailed down, slowly, and my breath caught when it touched my lower lips. Then it plunged inside, twisting about and making my body jerk, my teats throbbing with every movement.

“You were much bigger. Do you change in size?” Raviar murmured.

I gasped as he withdrew, his talon slick with my fluids. He stepped over me, his chest rubbing against my back, and his dick poked at my behind until he slid it into my cunt with a groan. It was big, too big, and I once again felt like I was scrabbling desperately to provide it enough space, its spiky ridges grinding against me, an agony combining with bliss and need. And as he went deeper I felt him like I felt the length in my mouth, like it was mine, I shuddered as my hot flesh clenched around his dick, stroking it hungrily, and lost all restraint. I sucked wildly at the stallion’s cock until he came, his load spilling out of my mouth and down my throat while I was forbidden to feel it, but I just kept stroking until the connection returned. I felt him while I felt the dragon thrusting in, pulling out, felt them both as my heat roared to inconceivable heights and my cunt clenched around one and my tongue writhed against another. It made the pain as his thrusts jerked me forward against the wires distant, my eyes rolling and cum dripping steadily from my mouth that I couldn’t take the time to lick away. The fog in my mind cleared a bit when Raviar’s thrusts became jerky and I felt his dick throbbing, close, so close to release. I quickly brought the stallion to the verge of orgasm as the dragon plunged into me farther than he’d ever gone before, the wide orb-like base of his cock forcing its way inside, making me scream. The base grew even larger once it was inside, locking him in place as his dick twitched and he shivered, and then a wave of warmth went down his length and I felt—nothing. The stallion let out a muffled cry a moment later, and then I was cut off from him as well, feeling only the hot, needy urge to cum without the ability to do so.

Then they came, spewing hot seed and liquid fire. I gulped down the stallion’s load, but I choked on it in my distraction and as much of his seed flowed over and out of my mouth as I managed to swallow. The dragon rumbled as he flooded me with a sea of flame, and just when I thought it had stopped another wave arrived. He shifted, pulling against me, and I squealed in pain as the knot at his base caught and pulled me back, the overwhelming pleasure subsiding enough that I could no longer ignore the sudden tug against my nipples that accompanied the movement. Tears gathered in my eyes as his burning seed spread through every inch it could. His dick still lay inside me, finally finished, and I felt it again, all pleasant tingles and heavy warmth. I pushed, trying to get him out so I could rid myself of the fire. It was useless, so I distracted myself by licking at the stallion and clamping around the dragon, taking refuge in the insatiable heat to hide from the pain.

I regretted it almost immediately. It turned out dragons were extremely sensitive right after orgasm, and my efforts brought him back to the edge before I could stop myself, pleasure coursing through his shaft before all feeling in it suddenly cut off for me and he came again, sending another wave of hot burning fire into me and making me feel achingly full. And that just caused me to hide in the heat again where pain mattered less and I could do anything if it might lead to release. I coaxed four more waves of fiery seed out of the dragon, each sending out a little less than the last time, before the stallion pulsed in my mouth and I brought him to his third orgasm since Raviar had arrived.

It was during all this that I realized something important. Every time the dragon came, the knot at the base of his dick swelled to its full, painful size, keeping him inside me. And with me as submerged in the heat as I was, him leaving was unacceptable. I coursed against him whenever the knot grew small enough he might slip out. He lazily cursed me after he figured out I was doing it on purpose and started tugging on the wires at my tits each time, and when that didn’t work he slapped my butt with a heavy clawed hand. I was too far in the heat to do more than flinch at the abuse, even as my insides filled with copious amounts of his seed, Sable’s magic making it possible for me to strain to hold it all.

Then the dragon’s dick shivered with his orgasm, but nothing erupted inside of me. He was all out, his knot shrinking despite my ever more desperate attempts to pleasure him, clenching against his cock and rocking back and forth with what small movements I could make. While he was still inside, he bent over me and scooped a bit of rock out of the floor, melting and shaping it with fire, claws, and what must have been magic until he had a large stone bowl. His dick plopped out, cum splattering in a seemingly endless stream, and he darted behind me. Warm stone touched my tits, and I realized he was holding the bowl under me to catch his seed for some reason. He moved again, this time reaching over me, and I twitched in shock as hot liquid coated my back.

“Why?” I tried to ask, but the movement caused the stallion to lengthen again and turned the sound into a garbled moan.

“I can’t let that defiance go unpunished, little one,” the dragon said.

Had he understood my question? I tried to ask him how long he’d keep me there, but he ignored the muffled noise I made this time. Then he went back to coating me with his cum. There was enough inside me that I still felt stretched to the limit. He went from one end to the other, spilling it on my rump, my back, my head, coating my eyes and muzzle, and then he went down and splashed it up against my belly, my tits, and made sure to coat my legs. Finally, he went around looking for missed spots. It was humiliating, but also … arousing. The whole process felt somehow even more degrading than that time I’d been stuck in that vehicle for everyone to see, sending a hot flush through me as I sucked madly at the stallion’s cock. Raviar kept using the bowl to cover me with his load even after I was thoroughly soaked with his hot seed, until the only part of me without it was my cunt, which winked at him. The heat still wouldn’t leave me alone. After that he … breathed on me. The cum soon hardened until it was as solid as the rock I was stuck in. I panicked when I realized he was making my prison even more confining, but he didn’t relent no matter how I struggled

Raviar paced around my frozen form, letting out a grunt of satisfaction. “Transmutation’s a bit difficult, but using my own … resources made it a lot easier.”

I whined at him, pleading for mercy. He took it as a question.

“It’s slade. Seems like just an extraordinarily heavy rock, denser than platinum. But if it touches anything living, it starts a transformation. Makes living statues, but unlike with a cockatrice’s gaze, you’ll still be aware when it finishes, feeling everything that happens.”

Okay, that sounded awful. I started hyperventilating. No, wait, calm, be calm, it can’t be permanent. Sable transformed me easily, and she still needed me for her experiments. She hadn’t freed me last time, but she wouldn’t leave me as a statue, right?

My pussy twinged as Raviar quested inside with a talon again, scattering my thoughts. It was still stretched and bruised from his dick, but I was at the edge of release, achingly empty. I tried bucking back against his talon only for the slade to restrain me.

“Mm, yes. We’ll have some of you stay unaffected.”

It took quite a while for the transformation to progress after that. I could feel it creeping inward, muscles I’d been able to twitch and roll freezing in place. Once it made its way about halfway in, the speed increased greatly. My tongue, throat, tits, and pussy were unchanged, as well as the area surrounding the plug, but everything else was too still and rigid to be natural. My eyes were stuck shut, keeping me in complete blackness. I kind of resented the stallion—he still shifted above me, thrust his dick into my mouth when he got needy, and grunted through the crafted cock in his mouth. He’d escaped my fate, and for that I was jealous. I still sucked at his length, as the dragon had left me terribly empty, but I kept him on the edge as long as I could before the heat inevitably took over and had me swallowing cum without feeling his release. I wondered how the egg would deal with my transformation.

The answer, as it turned out, was that it could manage it just fine. At first I disregarded the lump as just another part of me changing, but the hard sphere grew more and more until I was groaning against its huge size, whining in pain when it finally reached its maximum diameter and my insides pushed it slowly down my passage, each contraction making me cry out against the stallion’s length. It seemed to move slower and slower the closer it got to the outside. I would’ve sagged to the floor if I could move. Eventually, the long, exhausting process neared completion. The egg squeezed out and then fell to the ground, and I felt pure bliss as my pussy clenched, spraying droplets of cum behind me, and I felt release. At the same time I brought the stallion to and past the edge, hoping against hope that I’d finally be allowed to feel it. Hot pleasure coursed through his dick and he came, hard. This time I wasn’t cut off, and I experienced hot, pulsing waves of pleasure spurting into my throat. Dealing with the egg was worth it, it was more than worth it. I gulped down his seed and sighed in contentment. My relaxation didn’t last for long, as the spells decided I’d had enough of a break and ramped the heat back up again after that. I writhed the few parts of myself I could still move in desperate need, and when I brought the stallion to orgasm again I was prevented from feeling his peak.

The one advantage I had was the sort of meditation-like visualization I used to push the heat to a corner of my mind was easier, seeing as it I couldn’t move most of my body. I passed the time imagining Sable finally finishing her portal and sending me home, where I’d see Cindy once more and fuck—wait, no, that was … incorrect. I couldn’t imagine why that was wrong, but for some reason it was. Well, I’d just ask her about it. That would clear everything up.

“What has he done? Ignorant, savage brute! I’m taking the egg; I doubt he even knows about it, the negligent beast.”

I started, Sable’s voice bringing me back to the present. At least she seemed upset about my position. Maybe she’d even free me. Hah, as if. She’d said she no longer held that grudge against me, but her actions said something entirely different.

“You are a living piece of art. Not a petrified display piece. This is disgraceful, honestly,” she continued.

My ears twitched in their confinement, trying to follow her. It sounded like she was pacing around me. The stallion noticed her this time as well, as I felt him moaning and twitching above me.

“And I do so want to show you off at the Alindaie. Yet I wouldn’t want to take his favorite toy away … ah, but I see a solution. Duplicating your enchantments will be a bit of a challenge, but it is always wise to have backups.”

A high-pitched whine filled the air, and I was back in the part of the Den Sable used as a workshop, made of flesh and blood instead of slade, the stallion’s cock gone from my mouth. Not that I was free—the stone stocks still held my neck and forelegs, and my back legs were just as stuck as ever. I shifted and hissed with pain as the wires attached to my nipples rings pulled at me.

“Thanks, I think,” I said.

As if in response, a pane of light unfolded in front of me. A scene slowly shimmered into existence. It was extremely detailed, and it carried sound and scent as well. It was more like a window than a screen.

The stallion whose junk I’d had so much experience with was freed from his imprisonment, the stone dick lying beside him and all his binds removed. He made a break for the cave’s exit as Sable whispered something to him too softly for me to hear, but two quick flashes from her horn and he collapsed to the ground and appeared right in front of her. She stalked around him and then looked at me, giving me a smirk before going back to the stallion. Red runes appeared around him, and I felt a shiver of sympathy for the poor guy. Those things hurt like nothing else.

He changed slowly. It took long enough that I was bucking against my restraints to try to satisfy the heat. Sable glanced at me soon after and smiled, and then the stone dick was gone from the cave. It appeared in front of my nose with a flash and I stuck out my tongue, but it drifted behind me instead and then thrust in. I moaned, rocking against it.

While I was distracted, the stallion had flopped over onto his back. His dick was twitching and … shrinking, even as I watched. His features softened, a multitude of subtle changes running over his bone and muscle until he looked soft and feminine. His dick finished shrinking and disappeared entirely, a new entrance forming in its place and two little mounds forming above it. I had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, or hoof or whatever, it was a terrible thing to do to someone without their permission. On the other, now there was something I could empathize with. He woke up with a groan and started flailing about, but his movements were weak and ineffective. Sable’s horn started flashing, and before each one she explained what she was doing. It was the same things she’d done to me—no cumming without laying an egg, enormous tits for a pony, an unbearable, constant heat, and so on and so forth. The last thing she did was conjure up a set of rings, one for the former stallion’s nose and two more for his tits. Apparently they were needed to add that spatial distortion that let an actual dragon fuck me. I must’ve missed her explanation when she did that to me, as I had no idea the little metal rings were that important. If I took them off somehow, would my eggs be small again? Or would I just explode?

I decided I had no desire to find out, and focused back on Sable and the poor guy she was tormenting. She created another chunk of stone like the one I was stuck in and kept him from running until the dragon arrived with an angry roar, then winked at him and faded away like a mirage. She didn’t appear in the workshop I was in, but she left the magical window running. I watched in horrified fascination as Raviar stuck the guy in the same position he’d put me in, including the part where he dug around in his hidden stash and found gray wires to thread around the guy’s nipple rings, and then anchored them to the floor. He seemed to have a very particular view of how his … display pieces should be presented. This time Raviar also stuck some yellow gems around the former stallion, which sunk into the ground without a trace. Some sort of alarm system to tell him if someone took him like Sable had retrieved me?

He stomped away, muttering under his breath. It should’ve been inaudible, but he was a dragon, so I caught him saying something about setting a trap for a stallion. Sable rippled back into existence, catching my eye and winking at me—and then she turned around and did it again. I clenched around the dick inside me at the sight, shivering with arousal. It wasn’t real, so I didn’t feel as it felt, but it was to feed the heat.

Sable then teleported away, for real this time—at least I thought she did. The effect was more of a muted pop, different from when she’d been invisible, and likely intangible seeing as how her scent hadn’t tipped Raviar off to her continued presence. That sparked a thought. She’d disappeared that way more than once in my presence. Did that mean she’d stuck around to watch?

She came back with two more pops, a stallion with wings, the Watchmount plug and a tangle of ropes around his legs appearing in the cave. He started cursing at her, and some of those threats were really inventive. I never would’ve thought of chaining someone in place and then growing bamboo under them until they were slowly impaled to death on the plants. Sable bore his imprecations with an annoyed look which shifted to a bored one, and that finally got the new stallion to stop talking. Then she summoned a golden ring with another, smaller ring on it.

“No release for you, I think.”

She teleported it onto the pegasus’s dick below his balls, summoned a black wire into her telekinetic grip, and then tied it to the smaller ring. The stallion resisted, flinging more insults at her and setting his hooves firmly on the ground. Sable grunted in annoyance and telekinetically lifted him in place above the guy who shared my particular misfortunes, setting him into place and tying him down, the black thread coiling above the former stallion’s nose ring and keeping the pegasus’s dick firmly stuck in his muzzle.

My breath huffed out at the sight, my tongue looking for something to stroke as I gripped the dragon’s replicated cock. The heat redoubled when Sable vanished with a flash and the dragon returned, nostrils flaring as he looked at the new scene.

“Well. At least you were polite enough to put them back.”

Raviar’s dick grew as he approached the pair, swinging like a mace. The former stallion got his scent, judging by the way his eyes widened and his pussy winked. He grunted something around the pegasus’s cock. The pegasus, meanwhile, just looked angry and frustrated.

The dragon savored the former stallion’s arousal, using a talon to stroke the guy’s mane, then dragged it across his fur, down his thighs, across his teats. He was dripping, bucking madly in need and confusion and fear, and it was all so familiar. The dragon reared up and thrust inside with a slow, smooth motion, and I felt a flash of longing before I clenched my teeth and forced it away. I did not want to be the dragon’s fucking display piece, no matter how good it felt. Still, I couldn’t help it as my own wetness flowed down behind me at the sight of the dragon mounting the guy, thrusting in and out. The pegasus started shouting again, and I winced on his behalf as the dragon slowed down and chuckled.

“You two should be in the other’s place, I think,” he said.

Then Raviar bent down and started on another sculpting project, his length still filling the poor guy’s cunt. He patted the guy with a talon as he let out a whine. He started bucking backward as far as he could, but when the talon traced around his ear he stilled with a shiver.

The dragon brought up a new device, a long dick that moved about as if it was made of rubber instead of stone with a muzzle attached to the end. He gave the pegasus a good look at the contraption before forcing his mouth open and shoving it in, where the muzzle seemed to fuse to the stallion’s face.

I moaned and rubbed against the faux dick thrusting into me as the dragon picked up the pace. The former stallion looked overwhelmed, his eyes watering and rolling up as he twitched against his restraints, crying out through the stallion’s cock every time he moved too far and the wires at his tits viciously pulled him back into place. Then the dragon made a quick thrust that sank deeply into the pony’s cunt, somehow fitting his entire length in and still getting his knot past the entrance. It swelled up and locked him into place as he came, and the hot fiery seed shocked the pony into silence. I grimaced. That really didn’t feel pleasant until it cooled down a bit.

The pony didn’t figure out how to milk the dragon until he was empty, as it only took maybe fifteen minutes before Raviar withdrew, the former stallion shuddering as the dragon’s seed spilled out of his pussy. He let out a plaintive moan, the heat making him beg for the dick to fill him again. The pegasus was still rocking against the guy’s mouth, moving back and forth as far as he could and groaning in frustration. Raviar smiled, showing teeth, and dragged his cock along the pegasus’s fur before standing back and swiping a clawed hand across his butt. He yelped in pain.

“Oh, so that’s what this room is for.”

I frowned. That sounded like it was coming from behind me, not the screen in front of my… which had just dissolved in front of my face.

“Come on in. She’s got a mouth too.”

A clumsy hoof prodded at my pussy before yanking out the dick, and then the stallion mounted me and plunged in. I moaned as I felt his ridges and pulsing warmth, and then I slowly gained an awareness of his length and simultaneously felt myself clenching against him with rippling movements.

Another stallion padded in, and I felt his hesitation. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here. Didn’t the guide say—”

“Guide said we have the run of the place. C’mon, I’m not going to last forever. Gotta check number seven off the list.”

“I suppose,” he said.

The nervous guy was a bright, canary-yellow unicorn. He smiled nervously at me before plunging his dick into my mouth. I groaned as I felt what he did, my hot, wet tongue stroking his length, the suction as I swallowed. Then the guy behind thrust in again, harder, faster, and the unicorn followed suit and crammed himself down my throat. It was ecstasy, and it was unbearable denial. A spurt of thick fluid dripped into my throat, the precum driving me into a frenzy. I couldn’t hold back any longer. It took moments to drive both stallions to orgasm. The one in my cunt came first, his load filling me with a comfortable warmth. Then a flood of seed filled my mouth and I swallowed, choking it down. But after that, they withdrew. They didn’t even have the courtesy to put the stone dick back inside me, no matter how I winked at them or how I moaned. I was too out of it to use words, but they still should have gotten the gist.

A flash of light, a pop, and Sable returned. “Ugh, can’t you two see I have a project to work on? There’s a reason I disabled the automatic punishment mechanisms.”

“Uh, um, we’re really sorry, miss,” the yellow one said.

“Don’t care. You’ll be going to storage for a bit until I have the time to deal with you.”

They flashed away. I focused, pushing away the distracting feeling of cum dripping out of my pussy to get a single word out.

“P-Please,” I gasped.

Sable rolled her eyes. “No, you’re going to have to deal with it this time. You need to be nice and needy for the Alindaie. A bunch of changelings are going to be there, and you’ll be extra tasty like this. Now I need to deal with those two…”

With that, she was gone, and I was left alone with my thoughts and hopes and fears. What were changelings, and why would I be ‘tasty’ to them? Would another pony find the way in? I trembled with need, trying not to scream as that would probably just get me gagged, and waited for her to bring me to whatever the Alindaie was.