The Titillating Tale of the Terrible Tentacles

Twilight blearily opened her eyes to the world, only to shut them quickly in pain when the blinding white glare of the lights assaulted her. With the sharp scent of sterilisers coming to her in every cloying breath, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in a hospital.

She moaned groggily, raising a sluggish hand to rub at her forehead.

“What happened to me?” she breathed out slowly, confused and frightened by her unfamiliar surroundings. The answer came to her almost as soon as the words left her lips, and memories of what she had endured at the hands, or rather tentacles, of Spike came roaring ruthlessly through her mind. A ragged sob escaped her and hung in the air, fat tears beginning to roll down her face as she recalled every terrible thing that Spike had done to her.

Crying loudly, Twilight rolled onto her side and tried her best to burrow miserably into the thin mattress of the hospital bed. As she moved an unfamiliar weight on her stomach caused her to stop short, a knot of dread finding its home in her gut as she hurriedly pushed the blankets aside to get a better view of her body. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart seized painfully in her chest as she gazed wide-eyed and tearful at her large, swollen and obviously pregnant belly covered only by a thin blue gown.

“No, no, no, no…” she whispered frantically, “This isn’t possible,” It couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t have been more than a few days since her spell backfired and warped Spike into the monster she remembered, her scrapes and bruises attested to that. Hell, he was a different species than her entirely. How could he impregnate her when their genes weren’t even compatible?

Twilight’s eyes darted wildly back and forth as she tried to come to terms with her newfound condition. Briefly, she wondered why a hospital was so empty in the first place. She could hear no bells or nurses in the hallway. No carts wheeling by or families visiting their loved ones. All that met her ears was an oppressive, unshakable silence that left her feeling very alone. She surveyed the room through blurry eyes, and fear and anxiousness overtook her again as she spied a small room opposite the bed.

Shakily, Twilight maneuvered her stiff legs over the side of the bed and on to the floor. With jerky motions she sat upright and slid forward, throwing her legs over the side of the bed until her feet met the cool linoleum of the floor. She scooted forward and gradually shifted her weight to her feet until she was standing weakly beside the bed. Hesitantly, she moved forwards a few inches only to gasp in pain as her abused body locked up.

With a cry, Twilight collapsed, half her body clinging to the bed while her legs collided with the floor, splaying uncomfortably beneath her. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to her feet, leaning heavily against the bed for support. Her hand gripping the footboard so hard her knuckles turned white, she shuffled her feet in an attempt to get the blood flowing to them again. She slowly made her way to the corner of the bed that was closest to what she thought was the bathroom, and, with a strained grunt, she released her hold on the bed and staggered towards the door. When she came close enough to it, she sighed and sagged against the door frame, sliding her way against the wall and into the small bathroom.

Twilight glanced around, and, spotting a switch next to the door, flicked the lights on. She drew her eyes to the mirror hanging and above the sink and shuffled in front of it. Tearing the flimsy hospital gown from her body, Twilight let her eyes trail down her bruised and battered frame. Past her breasts, swollen with milk, to her irrefutably pregnant stomach. More tears escaped her eyes as Twilight raised a hand to her bloated belly, a twinge of protest radiating down her spine.

There was no denying it, she thought to herself sadly, she was now pregnant with Spike’s spawn. Her hand rubbed slowly across the taut surface of her abdomen as she contemplated what to do. She certainly couldn’t birth the monster, or possibly monsters, inside her, that would only serve to bring more horrid things like Spike into the world, and suicide wasn’t any better a choice. She was an Element of Harmony, and Equestria needed her, to be so selfish as to end her own life would only serve to endanger Equestria further.

“I’ve got to kill it…” she murmured under her breath, oddly saddened by the prospect.

Almost as if it sensed her thoughts, the thing twitched violently inside her and sent a lance of pain shooting through Twilight’s body. Her mouth opened and closed stupidly as she was overwhelmed with agony. A short cry of pain escaped her throat, and she collapsed uselessly on the floor. Curling into a ball, Twilight scrunched her eyes closed and sucked in a breath before managing to prop herself up on her hands and knees. She pressed her forehead gratefully against the cold tile of the floor and waited for the throbbing pain to die down.

“Okay,” she gasped out. “It knows what I’m saying. Not good.”

With a grimace, she fired up her magic and, forgoing her usual ritualistic preparations, focused her mind on a desperate spell to rid her body of whatever was inside her. Drawing energy from her emotional distress, the air became thick with latent magic and Twilight’s hair danced in an invisible wind. She let the magic burst forth with a cry and watched as it splashed harmlessly against her belly and dissipated.

“Wha-” Twilight began, perplexed as to how her spell had failed. She was interrupted again by a painful muscle spasm that knocked the breath right out of her lungs, followed by a splash as a mixture of fluids erupted from her marehood.

“Hnrrg-” curling in a ball again, Twilight tried in vain to ward off the relentless waves of pain that coursed through her body. For a moment it seemed to work, but less than a minute later another round of pain hit her. Suddenly, Twilight realised what was happening. Those pains were contractions, which meant...

The monster inside her wanted out, and she was giving birth to it, whether she liked it or not.

Twilight screamed as another round of contractions hit her and she went with the urge to bear down. She grunted fiercely and clenched her muscles mightily, surprised to feel a small, tendril-like object climb its way out of her nethers.

Gasping, Twilight looked behind her and let loose a small cry as the sight of a mottled purple and green tentacle met her eyes. Another wave of contractions came and she squeezed her eyes closed, her face scrunching up as she gritted her teeth together and bore down once again. More wiry tentacles slipped free of her womb and trickled out of her body to join their brother.

Twilight’s chest heaved as she sucked in breath after painful breath. She could feel the bastard tentacles moving inside of her, worming their way through her body, desperate to be born into the world. She hated it. She hated that there was nothing she could do; whatever these things were made of, it was resistant to her magic, and her body was so battered that it simply wasn’t strong enough to even hinder the creature's progress.

With another sharp, lingering cry her muscles clenched down and forced the evil things inside her to move closer to her opening. To her chagrin, and relief, she felt a few more tentacles slip free of her womb, greatly easing the pressure she’d felt inside her since waking up.

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After nearly an hour of being in labour, Twilight could tell it was coming to an end. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin, and tears once again stained her gaunt face, but she could feel an object much larger than any so far pushing its way past her dilated cervix. Its round form throbbed and pulsed as it entered her slick passage, slipping easily past her lips to land wetly on the floor below, taking with it all the tentacles that had been protruding from her entrance. Twilight fell to her side with a grunt of exhaustion and took a moment to catch her breath before she dragged herself into a corner. Silently, and without looking at the thing on the floor, she curled into a tight ball and focused her eyes on a small chip in the white porcelain of the hospital sink.

This is all a dream, she thought, her body rocking gently of its own accord as her eyes glazed over. All a dream. And soon I’ll open my eyes, and it’ll all be over. Spike will be normal, the town will be safe… I’ll be safe… I’ll be okay… it’s all a dream.

Twilight’s mind wandered aimlessly, thoughts of normal, mundane times occupying her mind in lieu of the painful memories that threatened to consume her. More tears welled up and fell free of her eyes as she dreamed, her mind oblivious to her surroundings. A quiet, wet sound permeated the air of the small room, but Twilight paid it no heed.

It wasn’t real, after all.

Slowly, the sound drew closer to Twilight’s catatonic form until its owner was within touching distance.

Twilight continued to rock slowly in place, her wide, unblinking eyes staring but not seeing the thing in front of her as it tentatively reached forward and touched her arm.

Silence reigned for a moment, but without warning Twilight opened her mouth and a long, unwavering scream shot forth. The noise filled the room and the creature touching her shot backwards, falling back a few feet to cower in fear. Just as suddenly as it had started, Twilight’s alarming screech stopped and an eerie silence once again settled upon the room.

The creature shook, its body quivering in fear as it slowly uncurled its limbs and cast a hesitant look towards Twilight. Quietly, it made its way back to the seemingly unresponsive woman. It looked up into Twilight’s eyes and watched carefully for any sign of movement before it gently extended a limb, drawing it within millimetres of Twilight’s pale arm. Her rocking stopped and her lips parted slightly, but no sound followed. The thing took that as a good sign, and gently touched her arm, barely grazing her skin in a simple gesture to let her know that it was there.

Twilight’s mouth opened wider, and the creature recoiled in anticipation, waiting for the painful shriek to assault its senses again. Instead, she wavered, and closed her mouth after a moment. With a lost, terrified look in her eyes, Twilight drew her gaze to the creature, vaguely surprised to see the wet ball of tentacles cowering before her.

Her lips drew back in disgust, but some odd, inexplicable feeling inside her transpired against her better judgement, forcing her to murmur a curious, “H-hello there.”

The creature bounced back as Twilight spoke, fearful that she was on the brink of another ear shattering screech.

Mild shock ran through Twilight. “Wait? Are you- you’re- you’re scared of me?”

It bobbed a few tentacles stiffly, as if in assent.

Twilight stopped her rocking and turned her head towards the creature- her child.

She shuddered at the thought.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. I suppose I can’t blame you for what your father did, and I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.” Twilight sighed sadly, her heart constricting as she thought about Spike. She felt something touch her arm softly, in an almost comforting gesture. Glancing down, she saw the creature wrapping a limb around her hand. She could feel it quivering, whether from fear, excitement or something else she didn’t know.

Something inside Twilight broke as she looked at the thing she has birthed, a sharp tug on her heart prompting her to grasp at its limb, drawing it closer so that she could wrap an arm around it.

“Do you really not trust me? Is that why you’re shaking? I’m sorry that I scared you, really. But you scared me, too, little one.”

A few of the thing’s tentacles rose and tilted a little to the right, giving them the impression of being perplexed.

“Yes, really.” Twilight replied, cuing in on its confusion in an instant. The creature lowered its thin appendages and bounced, shuffling in closer to Twilight. Wordlessly, she drew it closer, pressing it against her side to try to ease the thing’s nerves. They sat like that for a few moments before a quiet sigh left Twilight.

“...I suppose I should give you a name, shouldn’t I?”

The creature jolted at the sudden sound of Twilight’s voice, but recovered quickly. It tilted its body back as if to look at Twilight and nodded.

“Celestia… what do I even name something like you? Can you even get a Cutie Mark? Guh- Wait.” Twilight cocked her head to the side. “What gender are you, anyway? Do you even have a gender?”

The thing shrugged.

Twilight shifted away from it so she could get a better look at it. Her eyes trailed down its body, finding nothing that could identify what gender group it belonged to.

“Oh, well,” she began, a yawn forcing its way from her mouth. “It doesn’t matter right now, anyway. For the time being, though, I think I’ll call you Lu. How does that sound?”

Lu bobbed his head excitedly in response.

“Good, now come here. You look like you’re freezing.”

Lu crawled closer, pressing against Twilight’s leg and settling in as she wrapped an arm around his body. With a sigh she leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She shifted a few more times, and soon the gentle rise and fall of her chest began to slow down as she drifted to sleep.

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As Twilight dreamed, Lu studied her. He took in her face, peaceful in sleep, and her tired, battered body. He felt bad for her, though he didn’t know why. He could tell that she had been through some harrowing ordeal, and guessed that it had something to do with why she was so wary of him. Looking at her now, Lu felt odd, like something was nudging him, compelling him to do something to help ease her pain.

Carefully, he reached out a limb and stroked her arm, moving hesitantly down to her hand to explore each of her fingers, and then to her shoulder, chest, stomach and legs, slowly mapping out the creature he was faced with. His tentacle reached between Twilight’s crossed legs and touched innocently at her glistening mound, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Lu cocked his body to the side and glanced up at Twilight curiously, intrigued by her response when none of his other touches had evoked anything. He pressed his tentacle forward again, dragging it gently across her slit, and, unknowingly, her clit. Twilight moaned again, louder this time, prompting Lu to continue his explorations. He stroked her flesh a little more firmly, his tentacle sinking past her soft lips and into her pussy as he passed over them.

Lu pulled back, surprised that his limb had sunk into Twilight’s body, but even more curious after she tossed her head to the side and groaned huskily. Throwing caution to the wind Lu extended a tendril and snaked it into Twilight’s pussy until it came against a warm, soft wall. He twisted it inside her, stroking at her hot inner walls. As he drew back he came to a spongy area inside her, which he touched and ran his limb over carefully. As he caressed it, he found that Twilight’s body clenched around him and she mumbled noisily in her sleep.

He braced himself against her body with a tentacle, accidentally placing it over her winking clit, and snaked it forward again. Twilight’s tunnel grew wetter and began pulsing around him, almost like it was grabbing at his arm, trying to draw it inside her. With a shrug, Lu decided to oblige her. He pulled his arm back and thrust it inside her fully, rubbing and massaging her throbbing cunt as he went. He met the warm, soft wall again, and instead of pulling back he coiled more of the thin limb inside her and sent it twisted and writhing, stroking and pushing at every inch of Twilight’s weeping pussy.

By this time Twilight was beginning to come to, the strange thrusting coming from her nethers rousing the latent feelings of pain and betrayal that she still associated with her whole ordeal. She found herself moaning against her will, her body heating up thanks to whatever was working between her thighs. Twilight’s eyes fluttered open and came to rest on Lu, with his arms buried inside her marehood and his body cocked to the side like he was studying her.

Twilight opened her mouth to scream, but a particularly strong thrust of Lu’s tentacle morphed it into a morbid moan of pleasure. She drew her eyes to her mound and watched, entranced as the agile tendril slithered into her hot little pussy and back out again, rubbing at all the right places as it withdrew. Twilight found herself moaning again, but not quite against her will this time. She could tell, almost without trying, that Lu was just curious about her body. She knew he meant no harm to her, and instead of being terrified she let her eyes drift closed and let her mind loose, intent on simply enjoying the sensations that were rocking through her body.

Her hands crawled along her smooth stomach, tracing her hips and the slight swell of her belly that remained from her pregnancy. They trailed slowly across her navel, up the slope of her chest to her creamy, heaving tits. She palmed them both, her frantic fingers flicking and pinching her hard, waiting nipples until the milk inside began beading at their tips. Her head fell forward and she found her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as the heat inside her grew tenfold and she neared her peak. Her breathing became shallow and hurried, and her legs strained apart as her hips started a rhythmic rolling motion, desperately seeking more pleasure from the limbs working her over. Twilight’s body slid down the wall she was leaning against and came to rest on the floor as she jerked and thrust wildly against Lu.

As Twilight body came alive underneath him, Lu looked up in surprise and jumped back from her shamefully. He curled up before her and tried to look innocent enough that she wouldn’t get mad at him for touching her, but instead of shouting in anger at him like he expected, Twilight’s eyes shot open and looked at Lu with need.

“Why did you stop?! Please, I’m so close, Lu! I need this, please, you can’t stop now!” she cried, her voice heavy with unrestrained lust and frustration.

Lu looked up at her, but didn’t move.

Twilight’s hand shot out and grabbed Lu, dragging him back towards her wet, greedy cunt.

“Keep doing whatever it was that you were doing, or so help me!”

Lu froze up, but understood what Twilight wanted and promptly plunged a thicker tentacle back into her heaving body. Almost immediately he was reward with a throaty scream of pleasure as Twilight arched her back and ground her hips against him. The smell of her arousal permeated the air in the small bathroom and Lu’s mind grew foggy as a second tentacle joined the first in Twilight’s hot cunt. His limbs began pistoning into her with a ferocity that rivaled his small frame, but that didn’t stop him from adding a third tentacle. A fourth was well on its way to joining its brothers, but Lu, drunk on Twilight’s heady scent, fumbled and pushed his tendril into her tight pucker, eliciting another long, pleasured cry from Twilight.

As Lu assaulted Twilight’s body he felt a strange sensation welling up inside of him. A tension somewhere that grew with each thrust. His limbs throbbed and swelled larger, their tips protruding farther and becoming thicker as strange liquid began leaking from inside them. A long, bumpy, dark purple tentacle unsheathed itself from under Lu’s quivered form and shot out, joining his other tentacles in pleasuring Twilight. His new segmented limb filled Twilight’s cunt perfectly, its hard ridges rubbing against her smooth, velvety walls perfectly, driving her over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Her body quivered for a moment before Twilight threw her head back and let loose a single long scream of “Yes!”. She thrashed on the ground, her glistening body covered in goosebumps as the heat that had been gathering since Lu began his ministrations suddenly exploded inside her. Her pussy gushed, clenching down hard on Lu’s questing tentacles as her hands pulled desperately at her nipples, milk leaking steadily from the hard buds.

The scent of her milk caught Lu’s attention, and he shuffled to her chest, latching his mouth onto a heavenly mound. He pulled on it and the sweet fluid spilled over his tongue. He drank deeply and greedily as his tentacles began vibrating hungrily inside Twilight, one unconsciously seeking out her swollen clit and curling around it. Twilight screamed incoherently and weakly thrust her hips against Lu as a second ground shaking orgasm began building.

The tension that had been gathering inside Lu finally broke, and was instead replaced with a brilliant, all consuming pleasure that rocked him down to his very core. A thick, creamy fluid erupted from his tentacles, flooding Twilight’s rippling cunt until it overflowed. The bumpy tentacle inside Twilight surged forward on instinct and eased itself past Twilight’s already violated cervix and into her warm, waiting womb. Lu’s searing cum came flooding in and filled the small chamber, followed by a hard, round object. The mass crowned and slipped free of Lu’s tentacle and landed wetly inside Twilight’s nurturing womb, its soft weight submerged in the nutritional fluid that Lu had already deposited inside her. More orbs followed the first, their pale pink shells piling up inside Twilight’s supple body, making her belly swell until she once again looked pregnant.

All the while Twilight moaned and writhed on the ground, her mind overwhelmed with pleasure that she never even knew existed. Orgasm after orgasm made her limbs turn to jelly and her voice hoarse as she yelled her pleasure to the world. As Lu let himself go inside her tender pussy and a warm pressure began to build in her belly, she felt something inside her click into place. Tears of happiness came to her eyes as her juices flowed once again. Her hands left her milky breasts and came to rest on her taut belly with wonderment, rubbing gently across its surface. There was life inside her again, she knew. But instead of the expected revulsion, she felt only a sense of motherly pride. Lu had given her a gift, and she was going to protect it from all harm if it was the last thing she did.

As Lu pulled his sore limbs from Twilight’s clenching cunt, he gazed at her body. It seemed… smaller, he thought. He looked down at himself, and realised, with surprise, that it wasn’t Twilight that was smaller, it was him that was bigger. He was taller than even Twilight was now! And, he thought, he felt stronger. Revitalised. His gaze ran along his ovipositor, which was slowly drawing back inside his body and he questioned what he had done. It felt wrong to do whatever he had without Twilight’s permission, but at the same time it had felt so right, so powerful.

He shrugged and turned to Twilight, shuffling closer and curling up inside the circle of her arm. He would ponder his actions tomorrow- for now, he just wanted to sleep. His eyes slid closed, and together he and Twilight fell asleep, faint smiles lingering on their tired faces.