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>Her insides turned from heavenly soft to rough like burlap.
>You tugged at your magical restraints, but to no avail.
>They had no give.
>And neither did she.
>She kept going.
>Plap. Plap. Plap.
>Up and down, taking your entire spent and aching length each time like it was nothing.
>”Ahn!”
>She moaned and picked up speed, slamming into you harder and harder.
>Your hips felt like breaking as she dropped her entire weight on them.
>You wanted to cry out, but were afraid of what she might do.
>A toothy grin spread to her face as she watched you shift and squirm under her.
>She got even wetter and faster.

>You weren’t sure how long she rode you for.
>All you knew that each time you squirmed or yelped, she moaned as her insides twitched and squeezed you.
>The more you squirmed, the more she moaned and the faster she moved.
>Your hips screamed with a tearing pain and her insides were so rough you were afraid of getting torn.
>As you tugged at your restraints with all your might, she drove herself down one more time.
>”Ahhn!”
>And moaned and twitched.
>You felt a gush of warm fluid wash over your nethers.
>She fell forwards onto you, slamming her front hooves on the floor just beside your ears to stop herself just short of crushing you.
>”Hah. That was…”
>Still holding you in place, she leaned down to place a long kiss on your lips.
>She finally rolled off of you as she pulled back and gasped for air.
>You popped out of her and flopped onto your own belly, still hard and aching.
>”You’re mine. Mine, my love. You will love me, and only me.”
>The glow around her horn fizzled out, as did your restraints.
>Looking down, you saw yourself chafed and red in places, but not bleeding.
>”Oh. That.”
>Nightmare swung her head to it and tapped your tip with her horn.
>You throbbed at the touch, then flopped and retracted back into your sheath.
>”I wish we had more time, but alas.”
>She planted a smooch on your cheek.
>”Buy me more time. And come back soon.”

***

>You woke up to streams of tears running down your cheeks.
>A mild, throbbing pain radiated from your hips.
>Sliding a hoof out from under the covers, you wiped your face with a fluffy fetlock.
>”You okay there?”
>Tempest stood next to the bed, still a bit bleary-eyed but far more awake than you.
>”At first I thought you were having a wet dream, but then you started crying and thrashing about.”
>She cocked her head and arched a brow.
>”Then I realized ponies don’t dream in here. So what was that?”

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