Keyerrah Rises

[Mordenheim]

Keyerrah reached up, gripping the edge of the cliff above with a well practiced paw. Digging her claws lightly against the stone, she winced a little as she pulled herself up over the ledge. The soft woolen warmers covering her forearms had kept her forearms safe, but small scratches and cuts covered her shins, knees, and lower thighs. Standing for a moment and catching her breath she eyed the darkened cave before her. Her spine tingled in anticipation. Was this truly where her life would change? Where she would gain her heart's desire?

Stepping into the darkness, she looked around letting her pale green eyes adjust to the gloom, the black band across them eliminating any reflected glare. There was a heavy iron door in the back of the room, tugging it open she looked within and let out a soft whine. Within were stairs leading down, down into the blackness.

"Oh come ON," she muttered as he stretched her aching legs and started heading down the stairs.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she could see faintly flickering light coming from another doorway. Slowly opening the door she leaned inside, looking around the gloom before slipping inside.

"Doctor Mordenheim?"

The next thing she felt was a sharp strike at the base of her skull, like she had been pelted with a huge, smooth stone and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

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Moaning softly, she opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, her eyesslowly coming into focus. She looked up at the lights, getting her bearings and relaxing a bit until she realized two things:

First, some sort of gun was attached to the ceiling between the lights, aimed squarely at the center of her chest.

Second, she couldn't move other than turning or lifting her head.

A little worried now, she called out once more, "Doctor Mordenheim?"

She now heard another sound, like stone striking metal repeatedly. An odd-looking zebra, red mane and tail with a wolf's head marking on his flank entered the room. She smirked a little at his appearance and prepared to lay into the odd equine when he turned to look at her. The piercing gaze from that pale blue eye carried such a weight of power and timelessness that the words died on the tip of her sharp tongue.

"Miss Nyiith. I have been expecting you. I apologize for the rough treatment, but I must take every precaution in this place. It was essential I verified who you were." his gaze softened a bit as he gave a closed-lipped smile. He looked oddly, almost grandfatherly, despite his outward youth. The polefox hybrid was confused by the conflicting signals she was getting from this creature.

He chuckled softly as he places his front hooves on the table beside her. "I hope that your bonds are not too tight. It is simply a temporary precaution as the initial shock to the body can be quite painful." He leaned down by the table and produced something to looked like a cross between a leather muzzle and a horse bridle. "Before we begin I will have to put this over your mouth. We don't want you biting your tongue do we? I've tended to all of your wounds from the climb, and the strike, which I apologize for again. However, once the process is complete, any wounds you might have will be quite beyond my capabilities."

She was starting to get nervous now, she thought there might be some discomfort, but she didn't realize that there might be some serious pain involved. Seeming to sense her concern, he smiled down at her, somehow making delicate adjustments to the machinery around her with his fingerless hooves, "Don't worry, though. Once the initial pain passes the process is very... enjoyable."

Feeling herself grin in return, she arched her back a little, pushing her pert breasts up a bit, "Enjoyable for me, or for you?"

"Perhaps for both of us. Just let me know when you are ready to begin."

Biting her lower lip, she nodded, "Now or never, I guess, let's do it..."

Nodding, the warmth draining from his face, his expression going cold, emotionless and clinical, he positioned a bit in her teeth before strapping the muzzle behind her head. Making sure she was secure, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

She took a few deep breaths, preparing herself for the initial jolt.

There was no preparing for this. The gun above her whirred to life, a beam of pure white light crackling with electricity hitting her in the center of her chest. She felt as though every fiber of muscle, every single nerve, every individual cell in her body were being pulled away from one another, not just stretching, but ripping, tearing, she felt as though her body was exploding on a molecular level. She tensed, straining against her bonds, biting down on the odd bit in her mouth, but no relief could be found. After just seconds that seemed like an eternity, it stopped.

Victor Mordenheim chuckled to himself. The deed was done, the cameras were in place, now he would return to his own dimension and watch the fun.

The machine powered down, leaving Keyerrah laying on the table, her body lathered with sweat, sore as if she had climbed a mountain after running a marathon. Was that it? Had she been taken for a fool?

Slowly, she felt a warmth building in the core of her being, a gentle tingle that slowly spread out through her arms and legs, causing her to squirm a bit on the table, her 5'4" form slowly starting to have a little more freedom of movement, her arms and legs not pulled quite so straight as they were before. Feeling a strange heat building in her chest, she lifted her head to see her pert breasts swelling slightly within the confines of her tank top. She tugged at her restraints again, but there was still no give. She started to panic a little as she felt the bonds tightening around her waist, wrists, and ankles, not to mention the leather of the odd muzzle was starting to dig into her face. Her petite hindpaws were becoming cramped in her climbing boots, the laces starting to stretch and bulge outwards.

She gazed around in stunned amazement in spite of her discomfort. It was working, it was really working, she was growing. Giving one more yank, she managed to free her left arm just as the back of the muzzle popped open with a stretching snap of leather. She struggled a little, kicking her lengthening legs as the laces on her boots burst apart one by one, her swelling hindpaws stretching, then tearing the thick leather from the rubber soles. She would have been fascinated by this if not for the next sensation.

The button on her shorts exploded away with an audible snap, ricocheting off into the darkness. Still trying to free herself, she arched her hips and gasped as she felt her panties slowly being drawn into her sex. Blushing, she squirmed and writhed, the bonds stretching but still not breaking, the cloth working slowly into her folds as the tingle within her body began to increase in intensity. The front of her shirt literally exploded as she thrust her chest forward, buttons scattering like confetti. The arm warmers were starting to shrink into wristbands due to her relentless expansion.

At last, she pulled free of the leather bindings on the table as the metal surface began to creak and warp beneath her. She pulled the straining bit from her mouth as she looked around. She must have doubled in size, over ten feet tall and climbing. Her shorts finally shredded from her body, leaving her nude for all intensive purposes. Suddenly aware of this fact, she thrust her paws down in front of herself, trying to hide the stark white fur between her legs. All she succeeded in doing, however was snagging a finger on the inside of her panties and slipping it inside of her. The intensity of the pleasure she experienced caused her to fall back onto the table, crushing it flat to the floor beneath her weight, and seemed to fuel her growth even more.

Her form had begun to stretch across the floor, her head at one end, her hindpaws at the other. She moaned and bit her lip as she fingered herself, unable to stop as her panties snapped and flitted away into the darkness. Her neck began to bend as her head slid up the wall and her knees bent as well, rising towards the ceiling. Slowly, the growing femme was forced into a fetal position, cupping her breast with one paw as she fingered herself with the other, her body crushing equipment and shattering lights, the walls bulged outwards as she continued her swelling.

Outside, the base of the mountain began to crack, then bulge, then to finally split as the mottled golden fur of her muscular back began to bulge into view. The growth was accelerating even further as she drew nearer to climax, she was gasping for air as the shoulders, neck and head of the polefox pushed into view, as if the very mountain were giving birth to a living goddess.

Suddenly, she reached that climax. Her entire body spasmed, wracked with unimaginable pleasure as her form exploded from the mountainside. She lay panting, exhausted from her ordeal, still half sunk into the mountain for several moments before she finally drew herself from the stone.

Pressing her huge twelve foot forepaws on the ground, she pulled her titanic form from the ground. She rose, her 900 ton weight sinking her sixteen foot hindpaws deep into the earth. Looking around, let let loose with a bellowing laugh, letting the feelings of power wash over her. Her tail wagged involuntarily, its sixty foot length uprooting trees and kicking dust and debris into the air. She herself towered an incredible 128 feet tall, gazing down at the rest of the world spread below her. Smiling a wicked grin, she moved her paws away from the white fur on her thighs. What need did she, a goddess, have for things such as modesty?

Nodding to herself, she picked a few errant branches from her tail and began to stride towards civilization, her booming footfalls causing the earth itself to tremble.

Back in his laboratory in the Everfree Forest, Victor began going over the data he collected. The experiment had been a perfect and complete success, yet there was still room for improvement. Going over the information, he began devising ways to increase muscle mass, pronounce sexual characteristics, and possibly to remove the initial pain of the process. He cackled maniacally as he continued his work late into the night. He could hardly wait to see what effect this new improved machine would have on a pony when it was completed.