It's a Wrap!

I trot across town to check on my new author friend, Spectra. It was surprising to me that she hadn’t canceled the spell I cast early. Three days had passed, which meant Spectra had spent an entire six months inside the time dilation bubble working on her new book.

Once I reached her house, I touched my horn to the bubble, disabling the spell. It was minutes away from running out of energy on its own. Thinking about it, if she needed the full six months she might be really far behind. I recast the time dilation bubble and stepped inside, slowing my world down to a crawl.

Knocking on the door I called out. “Spectra, it’s Twilight.” I waited for an answer but got none. “Spectra?”

I knew how easy it was to lose track of time with this spell. I had once spent two months organizing the library and didn’t even realize it. It is hard to keep track of time when you start bending the rules.

The door was unlocked so I let myself in. The living room was spotless, without any clutter or damaged items. I spotted a few things with some visible duct tape on them. At least Spectra had got her house cleaning done, but had she finished the novel?

“Spectra?” I trot into the living room and checked the kitchen. There was no sign of her so I headed towards her bedroom.

[Sensors activated.]

[Dangerous magical radiation detected. Finding source.]

[Damaged pony detected. Analyzing. . .]

[Complete. Stop energy leak, then immobilize.]

I walked into the bedroom and gasped. On Spectra’s bed was a statue-like pillar wrapped in silver.

“Spectra?” I ran over and examined it closely. It was the right shape to be a pony, yet every inch of it was covered in duct tape. There was a small pair of holes about where a nose would go. I put my hoof over it and felt it exhale. “What happened?!”

I thought of the list of spells I might be able to cast to get her out of this. The most direct would be to conjure up a blade and cut her out, but I would run the risk of cutting her skin open too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” I patted her stomach with a hoof, to make sure she knew I was here. I wasn’t sure if she could hear me anyway, and I tried to comfort her by rubbing her belly for a moment.

The mass of mummified pony started spasming uncontrollably, faint grunts and moans escape through her nostrils.

“S-Spectra?” I took a step back. “What did I do? Are you all right?!”

Something landed on my head, startling me. I took a few steps backwards, swatting at the mass on my head. Then I lit up my horn to blast it off.

Nothing happened.

I reached up a hoof and tapped my horn, feeling a layer of material over it. I glanced around for a mirror, and felt something scamper across my back. When it stepped on my wing, it opened on reflex and I heard something fall to the floor, dragging my wing down with it.

Looking down on the ground I saw some sort of spider run between my legs, trailing duct tape. I kicked out at it, snaring my hind leg in the tape.

“Stop this! Is this some sort of sick joke?”

I glanced at Spectra, then the door. If I didn’t get out of here, no help would come for either of us. The robot crawled under my belly as I headed for the door to escape. My legs got tangled up and I fell onto the floor, stunned for a moment.

When I tried to get back up my legs seemed sticky and stuck to my sides. I was stuck in a kneeling position, legs folded neatly in place. “Stop this! Help! Somepon—mmph!”

A large blob of duct tape was thrust into my mouth, sticking to my tongue and the roof of it. Tape was then spun around my jaw, closing it tightly and preventing any further cries for aid.

My horn was still covered in the material, which must have been enchanted to be stronger than normal duct tape. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my magic and break through it.

I panicked as tape wound itself around my eyes, sealing them shut. Nothing was happening from my horn. The duct tape seemed to be silencing my magic. I started kicking in panic, but my legs were tied up too tightly.

I heard my captor shuffling through some boxes and exploring the room. There was a heavy thud as something fell to the floor and was dragged over to my side. It sounded large, but all I could tell as it rolled against my side was that it was metal and cold.

A spray of liquid hit my flanks, below my tail. I squealed and tried to shimmy forward. The sound of something being unscrewed reached my ears, then I felt the cold metal against my ass.

Several profanities tried to escape my lips as the pressure increased. Something slippery, cold, and far too large was parting the lips of my marehood. Some unseen quantity of tape held me in place as my labia split open.

The object was too large and cold to be a stallion or a toy. I estimated it was around the size of a fire extinguisher, before screaming in pain.

Despite it not wanting to fit, the machine continued shoving it forward. I felt my virginity tear painfully open, my hymen a distant memory. The cold metal continued to slide forward in a never-ending march.

I cried in pain, firing off every spell I knew in a sloppy symphony of desperate attempts to escape.

The metal cylinder had stopped widening, having stretched me so far that I could feel the tearing pain in my anus. I really hoped it hadn’t split me in two back there. It slid forward more easily now, yet still burned horribly as it filled me up.

I felt it push up against my womb, the pointy protrusion of the extinguisher coming to rest against my cervix. As the pressure built I resumed my screaming. Now it felt like it was tearing my womb open.

Finally, something seemed to slip into place as the small stem on the valve of the extinguisher slit into the small opening of my cervix. The unbearable pain died down, and I felt my pussy spasm against the invader. Each contraction brought more pain as my body tried to adjust.

After a few minutes of crying, I heard the machine return and smelled something. It sounded like the machine was peeling something in front of me, and it gave off an aroma of ginger.

Shortly after, I felt something push against my anus. I tightened in response, eliciting a wave of pain from my marehood. A small tip pierced into my ass, followed by a large bulb of what I assume was ginger root.

It slid into place, sealing my ass closed, and I felt a burning sensation as the ginger root agitated my ass.

Tape was slapped over my ass, and reinforced the tape holding the extinguisher in place. I resumed my effort to break free, if only to feel like I was doing something to escape the wrath of this machine.

My hind end got lifted in the air, and I didn’t know or care how. All I could focus on was the feeling of the tape as it spiraled around me. The spider crawled in circles, and my entire flanks felt covered in the sticky material.

It continued like this until my folded legs were pinned so tightly to my belly I couldn’t wiggle my hoof at all. The tape tightened around my ribs, and then began to pin my forelegs to my side.

I felt a twinge of pain at the base of my new wings, suddenly recalling I could have flown out of this whole mess. However, when I attempted to flap them, there were several straps of tape applied hastily to them holding them down.

My feathers tugged at the tape, and I felt the spider circle around my wings, pinning them to my side. As it ran around my trunk, my forelegs and wings were slowly covered in layer upon layer of duct tape, rendering them all useless.

The machine stopped and lowered me to the ground. I was horrified what might come next, breathing rapidly and whimpering into the duct tape in my mouth. It seemed even stickier, the adhesive coating my tongue as it warmed up.

My front half was lifted up, then the taping resumed. It skittered across my shoulders, sending chills down my spine. I felt it slowly proceed up my chest to my neck, sealing me into a cocoon.

The pressure increased against my neck, straightening it out. The drone wove the tape around my chin and up to my nose. It left a small slit over my nostrils, then I felt it pack tape into my ears. Both of them were taped down against my skull after that.

My world had been plunged into darkness and unbearable heat as I felt the last layer of tape go over my scalp, joining my horn. The machine spun around my horn and added several more layers to it.

My heartbeat seemed to echo inside my prison, a taunting thud that was the only thing in the world I could hear.

The extinguisher in my marehood had been jammed in so roughly and filled me so completely. At least it was not quite as painful, though I wondered how badly stretched out I might be after I got freed.

At least her boss will be here soon to check on the book, and the time dilation spell ended—shit. . . why did I recast the spell? FUCK! CELESTIA FUCKING STAR!!

I squirmed in the cocoon, realizing the earliest help could be anywhere from a day to a month away. Mentally I added this to my list of times I didn’t think things through, a list I would have plenty of time to update now that I was sealed into a synthetic adhesive ball.

My pussy was throbbing against the extinguisher, and I felt what could only be my clitoris puckering and swelling against it. In a twisted way, it began to feel pleasurable. I tried to move so the two would no longer be in contact, but failed. My torment continued to grow as my aching marehood warmed up, and my clitoris throbbed against the warm metal.

A tingling in my ass continued to get worse, as the ginger root lodged in it continued to agitate it. I tried a spell again, for lack of any better idea or option, and yet again it failed miserably.

I was truly trapped here, with my extremities pinned to my sides. In a day, week, or month a pony might stumble in and find me. However, the machine would be here waiting for him. Would he join Spectra and me in our cocoons? Or would he find a mare with a gaping cunt after the extinguisher is removed?

Something lowered me to my side, and I tried to get comfortable. I had no choice but to lay here and endure this torture. At least the pleasant throbbing of my clitoris would keep me entertained. Perhaps if I focus, I could turn that nagging teasing into an orgasm.