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Gravel crunched as Dawn shifted her weight from paw to paw with nervous anticipation. The green dragoness stood in the sun with about two dozen other furs in a perfect circle of little white stones. She was the only quadrupedal there, but not the only dragon. One of the two-legged ones was among the group, a bright orange dragoness that, like everyone else here, didn't have a stitch of clothing. For Dawn, this wasn't a problem as she didn't wear clothes at all, but some of the others were holding their hands about them strategically. There were about an even number of guys and girls in the group, of all different species. The one thing they all had in common was the way they stared apprehensively at the entrance to the maze.

It wasn't a hedge maze. The gravel circle was ringed in a solid wall of bleached granite, a circle marred only by rectangular hole that served as the entrance. It was wide enough even for Dawn to walk down comfortably and a sharp turn a few metres in blocked all sight of what could be beyond. It was the anticipation that was killing Dawn. Her friends had entered her into this competition as a surprise for her hatchday. The prize was a mansion and a couple of unspecified prizes and all you had to do was get out of the maze first. The first catch was that there would be traps of the kind that made only adult contestants eligible. That was why no one was wearing clothes. The second catch was that the entire thing was filmed with hidden cameras, all primed and ready to catch whatever lewd happening occurred. This would be made into a movie that paid for all of the costs involved.

Behind was the way they had gotten into the starting place in the first place. A section of the wall had just slid aside when it was time to start but once everyone had entered, it had sealed itself. Now, the only way out was forwards. No one had any choice; everyone had to go through the maze.

Dawn had no inclination to make conversation with any of the other people. Nor, it seemed, did anyone else. The few attempts a couple of people made at conversing died away after only a few words. No one was quite sure what was going to happen and this translated to nervousness. Everyone was waiting for the horn that would signal the start of the competition. As they waited, someone sidled over to Dawn and tapped her on the side. Turning her head around, she saw a fox with a wide grin on his face, as naked as the day he was born. Of all of the people there, Dawn thought he looked the most at ease.

"Hi there," he said, voice happy and filled with undisguised glee. "Nice day, isn't it? I thought it was going to rain earlier but it looks pretty fine now. Ready for the game? Excited and everything?"

"Ah, yeah," replied Dawn, turning to face him awkwardly and trying to not to knock two other people to the ground in the process. "My friends conned me into it, to tell you the truth. I'd never volunteer for something like this by myself."

The fox laughed. "Yep, yep. A couple of the others I've talked to have said the same thing. It seems pretty common. You know, people a bit too embarrassed to volunteer themselves. Say, is that uncomfortable?" He pointed at the elastic bands keeping Dawn's wings tightly furled on her back.

Now thinking that this fox talked far too much, she glanced back at her bound wings. "A little. Makes me want to flap them but they have to be like that so I can't cheat by flying out."

Before the fox could open his mouth to speak again, a deep note rang out across the circle. Almost immediately, everyone started moving forwards, into the maze. The fox gave Dawn one last grin before heading off with the rush of people. Wary of hurting anyone with her bulk, Dawn stayed at the back of the group, letting everyone pass so by the time she reached the entrance to the maze, most of the other contestants had already disappeared.

Conscious of this disadvantage, Dawn moved quickly herself, claws clacking quietly on the stone. Immediately beyond the turn was another small open space except this one had a dozen different paths leading off it. Already there was nobody in sight although the dragoness' nose could detect scents leading into every one of the entrances. There was no clear advantage to any of the paths so she picked one at random, now walking slightly more slowly. There was something weird about the maze. There were no echoes or sounds other than the wind and her own footsteps. It wasn't for the scents, she could have been alone in here. Well, alone with the cameras.

The path she picked was a rather broad one, large enough for her to walk with wings spread if she cared to. Dawn made sure to scan the ground and walls for traps and other suspicious signs. It was a minute or two before she realised that she was keeping her tail tucked tight against her rump, hiding her sex from view. It probably wouldn't help in the long run but it made her feel better.

The path twisted and turned frequently, always heading in the same general direction but also continually hiding whatever lay beyond its many bends. It made travel slow; whenever there was a sharp turn Dawn would poke her head out around it as far as she could to check if it was safe. Her wings were itching to be free and it would make everything so much easier but it was an instant disqualification if she took them off. More than just missing out on the prize, there was a 'punishment' for cheaters...

Another fork appeared, this time only two paths. Dawn growled, tail lashing around in frustration. "Does this place end?" she muttered to herself. There were supposed to be clues, signs that she was going in the right direction. Otherwise, everyone would just be wandering around aimlessly. Trying to stay calm, she examined the close-fitting stones that made up the ground and walls of the fork, eyeing them carefully for some kind of mark. There! A tiny arrow, more a series of scratches than an actual carving, pointing down the left path. Humming happily to herself, Dawn headed down that way, still on the lookout for traps.

There was a change in colour, a bright patch of green ahead. The stone walls and ground of the maze abruptly ended, replaced with dirt and a thick hedge just as tall as the stone wall. The section of more traditional maze only lasted for a couple of lengths before continuing on but Dawn stopped still on the edge of the stone. There had to be a reason that the change was here. Was this possibly the first test, or trap?

A powerful, bass rumbling sounded from behind the dragoness and she whirled around in time to see a section of wall sliding across the passage behind, sealing that direction off. Dawn swore but made no attempt to get past the wall as it crunched shut. Well, now she had no choice in the matter. The only way anywhere was forward. Head bent low, she examined the ground, looking for tripwires or something else. Of course, that was assuming that it was a mechanical trap. If it was a magical one, she had no way of knowing until she sprung it.

There was a choice to be made: go quickly or go carefully. Quickly and she might get out of here before something happened. If she went carefully, nothing might happen at all. She looked longingly back at her bound wings; they would be so helpful right now. A couple of flaps and she'd be gone but alas, that was not an option. After several moment's hesitation, she decided better safe than sorry and carefully placed a paw on the dirt.

Nothing happened. Ready to spring away from whatever happened and eyes wide open, the dragoness slowly headed across the patch of dirt. Three lengths to go, two lengths to go, one length to go. She was there. Breathing a sigh through her nose in relief, she put her front paws onto the stone. The moment that they left the dirt, something latched onto her hindlegs and the end of her tail before yanking her back roughly off the stone.

A sharp yelp burst from her maw and she whirled, ready to take a snap at whatever had hold of her. To her surprise, it wasn't someone but something. Vines had erupted from the smooth ground and the hedges to either side, twining and twisting around her tail and legs. Pulling Dawn back to the centre of the dirt patch, the vines set about ensuring that the captured dragon couldn't get away. She yanked and pulled her legs, even bending down to gnaw at the vines but nothing did any good. The plants wrapped around her limbs, holding them fast to the ground and curling still higher.

Resigned to whatever the hell this was, Dawn still tossed her head around, trying to stay ahead of one particularly thick vine that was intent on wrapping itself around her muzzle. It was a losing battle though and soon enough her jaws were clamped tightly shut, the plant wrapped. Any words that she tried to force out were muffled and garbled, although her growls were just as fierce. The vines stopped all of their movement once she was almost covered. Head held still by the vine on her muzzle, Dawn was forced to stare ahead and thus couldn't see herself. Her natural, leaf-hued scales blended with the plants until it looked as if she was covered nose to tail.

A hard tug showed that her paws were anchored to the ground so she had no chance of getting away by herself. It didn't really matter; none of the traps were supposed to last for very long. There was a seed of anxiety that refused to go away, a seed that was quickly proved entirely justified. The vine that was muzzling her twisted, moving more of its length out so that the end was poised before her lips. It nudged insistently but Dawn kept her teeth tightly clenched, a growl rippling from her throat. Like she was going to make this easier. But the vines didn't need her to make it easier. She felt them moving around her tail, again giving themselves more length and the dragoness squirmed uncomfortably, waiting. Being unable to see was driving her insane. The tendril at her snout hadn't stopped its small nudging movements. The tendrils at Dawn's rear stopped and, when nothing happened, she breathed out in relief, sagging in the vines. This was followed immediately by a sharp slap to her sex.

Dawn yelped and tried to surge away, more from shock than from pain, but the vines held fast. The moment her jaws had opened to let out the yelp, the vine in front of her face darted forwards before tightening again around her jaws, forcing them closed. A thick, sweet sap filled her mouth and, as it filled her muzzle, she was forced to swallow it down, against her better judgement. The dragoness groaned as the sap flowed unceasingly, making her belly distend slightly.

They released her. All of the vines uncoiled from the dragoness and hid themselves beneath the ground again, leaving Dawn panting with strings of sap hanging from her jaws. All at once, the tension released from her body and she sagged, supporting her own weight before hurriedly stepping back to the stone. The plants did not come back and she was free to continue on, which she did, stepping back into the stone and off the dirt. The sap was a weight in her belly and she was waiting its effects to kick in. There had to be effects; there was a purpose to that trap. Dawn just had to wait to find out what it was.

Reaching another intersection, Dawn thought that she was figuring the place out. Mazes were her thing as a youngling. Admittedly, the goal was usually trying to get the centre instead of the other way around and she'd cheated with her wings a couple of times, but she'd had practice. Picking left, the one she thought most likely to lead out, Dawn padded down the smooth stone, still wary. The breeze picked up a little, running down the passage and bringing with it, for the first time since the beginning, the scent of another person. It was male but what species she wasn't sure. One thing was apparent: he was very, very horny.

Following the wind down the maze, through a couple of turns, she found the guy. He was in another wide open space with what looked an odd sculpture in the middle, made in the vague image of a squid. It was clearly much than that as it was moving about freely. The tentacles and arms were wrapped around a stallion Dawn remembered seeing at the start of the competition and who was the source of the scent. His arms had been forced behind his back while his legs where kept folded, heels pressed against buttocks. His knees, the lowest point of his body, were a metre off the ground, the tentacles leaving him dangling in the air. Huffing noises were emanating from him but any words that he might he attempting to speak were garbled by one of the statue's tentacles, stuffed into his muzzle and undulating slowly.

As a stallion, he was extremely well-endowed and his erection was on full display, courtesy of the last tentacle which was squirming and thrusting underneath his tail. Pre was flowing freely from the tip of his cock, a small puddle already forming beneath him. By the look of it, he'd been there for some time, teased and denied the whole time. Upon seeing Dawn approaching, the bound stallion grunted and humped at the air needily, cock bobbing up and down.

Dawn began to walk past him, intent on reaching the opposite side of the courtyard and continuing on. He got even more desperate as he saw the dragoness ignoring him but she stopped when she was about level with him. The sight and smell was, all at once, intoxicating to Dawn. Almost against her will, her head turned to the statue and the person trapped within it before padding over and lowering her head to the stallion's crotch. Almost unnoticed by the dragon, a warmth blossomed in her stomach before slowly spreading through her, carried by her blood.

Dawn examined the pulsing cock, watching it jump slightly with every beat of the stallion's heart. Without thinking about it, Dawn bent lower and ran her tongue up the underside of the stallion's cock, collecting the salty pre and swallowing it. The stallion groaned vehemently, thrusting erratically as precum dribbled from his tip. A small part of Dawn's mind was bewildered with what was happening but that part was drowned out as she bent her head down even further, engulfing the stallion's length in her maw.

While she was much larger than the furry, his cock still filled the length of her muzzle, the tip almost touching her throat. Dawn's own tail lifted up high, curling over her back and exposing her already wet sex. The taste of the stallion's precum was overwhelming and intoxicating. Long tongue curling around the shaft, Dawn bobbed her head up and down on the stallion. She kept her teeth away from the sensitive flesh and used her lips to make a seal around the base, sucking strongly. Behind the stallion, the statue's arm continued to thrust beneath the stallion's tail, scraping against his prostate with every thrust.

Trapped in the grip of the animated statue, the guy had been teased relentlessly for some time and so it only took a few moments of Dawn's mouth for the stallion to reach his peak. Dawn felt him jerk and a loud moan sound out. The first thick pulse of cum went down her throat, Dawn not expecting the sudden flood. She jerked her head back in surprise, the stallion's cock falling from her muzzle. The next three spurts splattered her face, marking the shiny scales with lines of white. She stumbled backwards a few steps so that the next few spurts of cum landed on her chest and legs. The rest of the stallion's cum dribbled down into the puddle beneath him and his head drooped as much as it was able. Dawn, however, wasn't done.

The green dragoness's sex burned now, her arousal clearly visible, vent glistening in the light. Even though he had just climaxed, he was still raring to go, cock still hard and pointing upwards. Dawn turned around and moved back until the cock pressed up against her slick entrance. She rubbed against it and suddenly realised what she was doing. It was like a cloud lifted from her mind and, all at once, she was fully aware. This made her leap away, turning her head back towards the stallion with a snarl aimed at no one. Dawn felt the heat emanating from her overfull belly, the heat that focused itself beneath her tail and swirled around in her mind.

The stallion looked quite put out when Dawn jumped away, humping at the air needily but the green dragon hurried away before she could be tempted again, crossing the remainder of the courtyard and re-entering the maze. The sap, it was the only explanation. Whatever the vines had forced her to ingest, it felt like a powerful aphrodisiac and it was almost as bad as the middle of heat without a mate. Even now, as she walked, she could feel her excess arousal running down her hindlegs, leaving a trail behind her. She had to hurry, walking quickly to put some distance between her and the statue; the urge to go back was becoming stronger and stronger. Dawn tried to ignore her lust and tried focusing on getting out and completing the maze.

She spotted a couple more of the clues that pointed towards the exit. She was getting close, she could feel it but with every step, the heat in her body got stronger, more of the aphrodisiac getting absorbed by her body every second. Before long, Dawn's hips were twitching with every movement, only extreme effort on her part stopping her body from grinding against the ground. The urge to curl up and masturbate to a couple of glorious orgasms was a constant nudge in her mind and fantasies of her tongue and tail occupied her. She crossed the paths of several other scents and each one cause an internal battle. Getting out of the maze should be her top priority but she also wanted to hunt down one of the other contestants and fuck them until this heat was gone.

Once or twice, noises echoed through the stone paths, moans or screams, no doubt from others that had run afoul of various traps and devices in the maze. But more and more bursts of fresh air were blowing into Dawn's lungs and she knew that she was getting close. Would she be the first out? She'd had a couple of... delays... but everyone else had certainly had them as well and her hunter's senses were a definite advantage. She could literally smell the way out, after all. Dawn turned a blind corner and saw the exit. Across another large, open space there were a pair of wooden doors, embossed with the word 'exit'. It was fairly hard to miss. Right above them, projected onto a screen from behind, was a countdown representing the time left to complete the maze. To Dawn's relief, here was still just over fifteen minutes on the clock. Even if she wasn't first, at least she wouldn't be stuck in her for whatever came next.

Bounding towards it, all the dragoness's care was forgotten and she didn't notice a thin tripwire stretching just above the ground. She felt a claw break the delicate strand but it was far too late. From between the lines of the slabs making up the floor, hidden cords sprang upwards, whipping through the air. They coiled around Dawn's legs, horns, wings, tail and half a dozen other points over her body, tangling around her and tripping the dragoness up. Falling heavily on her side, the air was knocked roughly from her lungs and she was stunned for a few moments.

The cords had been ruthlessly efficient and, a little scarily, a bit alive. They seemed to have targeted areas, parts of her to latch onto. Her tail was yanked out straight along the ground while both of Dawn's front paws had been tied tightly to her chest. For the second time that day, she found herself tightly muzzled but that wasn't even the largest concern. One of her bound wings was being tugged out rather uncomfortably and her hindlegs had been pulled in opposite directions in another horribly exposing position. Again. The second time today.

She whined loudly and turned to look at the exit, struggling a bit due to one of the cords that had wrapped itself around a horn. So close, she was so close! With any luck, this would be another timed trap although so far, Dawn's luck hadn't been that good. As it was, she was stuck in a very compromising position with a rather serious problem. The current bondage had only served to increase her arousal which was already very nearly out of control. If this maze had done one thing, it had revealed a kink she didn't know that she had. Now, it was taking all of Dawn's self-control not to start grinding against the air. As it was, she began twitching slightly, thrusting in tiny motions.

The cords of the trap showed no sign of loosening any time soon. There was no way, with how she was bound, to use her weight or strength to break free. She had to wait until she was released. There was one small piece of comfort: she had to be the first one her. That meant that, as well as beating everyone else, there would be other people coming along soon, people that might take pity on her and help. What kind of help remained to be seen. Dawn thought that she would beg rather loudly at the first sight of someone to help her get some relief from the heat in her swollen sex.

The sound of paws on stone rang out. Someone was approaching and approaching quickly. Dawn strained, managing to move her head around to get the entrance in her field of vision. After a moment, the fox she had talked to at the beginning of the game jogged into view. His fur was streaked and matted in a couple of places but he looked otherwise the same as he had when the maze started. Dawn's heated scent had already left a trail through part of the maze and the fox's flared nostrils showed that he had followed it at least some of the way. He gave a double take when he saw Dawn lying awkwardly on the ground.

"Well, hi. Again," he said slowly, padding closer and snuffling heavily at the air. The dragon whimpered as he came closer, standing right between her spread legs, over her tail. "You know, I didn't introduce myself properly last time we talked. My name's Matthew, Matt for short. Don't worry about telling me yours yet. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough..."

He stood over her sex, breathing deeply. Dawn could see the tip of his cock poking slightly from his sheath and couldn't help a shiver, lust coursing through her. This small fox wouldn't compare to a dragon but he'd definitely do. But he didn't do anything. Matt simply stood there, snuffling, the warm stream of air playing over her sensitive flesh. Every breath was a whine and she couldn't stop her hips jerking upwards with every heartbeat. This was most definitely torture decided the small part of her that was still working rationally. The rest was begging the fox wordlessly.

Now, Matt's length had fully emerged from his sheath but he only leaned down still further and his tongue dropped from his muzzle. He ran across her sex, collecting the arousal that lay on them. Dawn inhaled sharply through her nose, the feeling wondrous after so long without anything. The tongue missed her clit but the fox wasted no more time in proceeding to lick her again, this time grazing across her clit the slightest bit but Dawn gasped again, pushing back towards the source of the pleasure.

Matt laughed, licking his lips. "I never knew dragonesses were so eager... you certainly are. I'm going to enjoy what comes after this even more. You know what happens when you don't get out? Oh, never mind. You'll find out soon anyway."

His tongue went back to work, lapping over the most sensitive spot on her sex near every stroke. The dragoness howled, her inner walls spasming around the emptiness inside her. She was losing control, the feelings the fox was giving her inescapable in their intensity. If not for the bonds holding her down, Dawn would have been thrashing around on the ground, overcome. There was a pressure building up inside her, something that made her sex ache powerfully.

Her orgasm came quickly and it hit like a physical shock. Every muscle twitched and jerked as the feeling flooded every part of her. Matt didn't stop licking her clit through the orgasm and it held her back. The pressure in her sex didn't just explode out. It was locked inside her, only trickling out slowly, endlessly. She howled and Matt was forced away by the strength of her struggles. One of his hands dropped low and started stroking his exposed cock as he watched Dawn writhe around on the ground, stretched taught by the ropes.

"Bravo!" he said, applauding her. "I'd love to stay but..."

He gestured vaguely over Dawn's head to the timer and, twisting her head around, she saw that there was only a minute left on the big clock. Now fifty nine, fifty eight...

Matt stepped back, grinning widely. He patted the top of her sex gently, making her arch into the touch and whine loudly, before setting off to the doors.

He slipped through them with five seconds still on the clock. As soon as the screen stopped counting down and struck zero, a loud siren sounded through the maze, coming from speakers hidden in the walls. The sound hadn't stopped echoing when someone tore around the corner. It was a tall doe, naked and staggering a bit. She hesitated for a brief second when she saw Dawn, mouth falling open. It cost her dearly, the stone beneath her turning to liquid. She cried out and tried stepping out of the square but it sucked down her hooves. Dawn watched her struggle, the doe sinking quickly into the liquid rock. The trapped dragoness couldn't help her anyway.

The struggling girl sunk to her nose in the slab. Any efforts she made to stop herself from sinking only made the inevitable happen faster. Finally, only her nostrils were left above the ground, flared and gasping wildly as the stone grew hard again. Dawn could hear the air whistling as she breathed in and out.

"Attention, all competitors," a robotic voice said, issuing from the speakers again. "We have a victor who escaped the maze before the timer expired. His prize is your penalty. For a period of one month, all contestants will reside in a privately-owned manor as the victor's harem. Please wait as our friendly attendants come and prepare you for transport. That will be all. Thank you for your participation in our game!"