The elemental mare makes sure that she can use her gap magic to get back to this location, testing a few gaps. After assessing that her magic works just fine, she declares confidently: "Okay, let's go! Let's see if we can find anything, given that the dragon is absent of course."
The pair step into the flowing aether of magic which whisks them through the plane's infinite expanse, not so much altering their position but rather erasing it entirely by substituting something far better defined - the task itself is left for magic to define allowing the two unicorns to bypass the exact magic that would normally also prevent this manner of arrival.
With the slightest of pops they re-appear above a looming field of shattered rocks. It is a great expanse consisting of heavy gatherings of jagged protrusions torn at will by the resident, leaving only narrow holes and miniscule caps in-between protruding angles that the many kinds of stones have made into a natural death trap in which a single mistake can create a grinding effect of most lethal variety. Somewhere below them in that all-encompassing field, which stretches seemingly forever, lies the mountain island where the dragon makes her nest.
The planar unicorn looks down on the crags and highlights one particular peak with his magic.
"Over there is the entrance. We are a few thousand feet above as I did not trust my skills against a Great Wyrm's. It is not a contest I believe anypony could win."
. Indeed as deeply and crushingly erotic as not only the sensuous feeling of the latex all over her body, changing ever bit of her according to Segment's desires and her voice being only able to produce barks, whimpers, coos, and no true words Amity can't help but fantasize about strutting her long, shapely hooves hither and fro, flanks jiggling enticingly as her panties remain plastered to the side of her rump and a steady cascade of Royal Goop flows out of her down her thigh-highs and leaves a trail where ever she goes.
The Empress takes her time settling down as she curls around her pet once more and enjoys how her scepter hilted inside her pet yet rather than leave the work to her pet as is her first thought she lets herself clench around the squeaking puppy, thereby shifting Amity's insides to better stroke her imperial rod but also Amity's own control rod with a touch of imperial magic that imitates the imperial changeling's long, wet tongue - the very tongue that is tracing along Amity's exposed throat as she breathes hot breaths along the saliva-covered areas in slow, drawn-out brushes of air.
Benevolence follows suit, consciously making her own Magic trail off her wings to form a glittering gold dust as she flies along.
The flight of the nymphs takes its time among the void's rock islands. Many times siblings on different island wave or squeak, sometimes even brush minds with the swarm that buzzes about, oftentimes also playing boopball or chirping as they move about spreading or gathering as their whims take them in routes that they decide upon flight. In the three expended dimensions that the void consists of suspended in a vast darkness lit by infinite colors that shine like small suns the nymphs enjoy their outing as a family. Benevolence can hear in their very squeaks just how much they find this activity enjoyable, especially when a few looming caretakers, those ever-looming shadows with barely defined outlines, take to playfully chasing them prompting endless squeaking laughter.
