Ponyville Overrun

She opened her eyes to the sight of a spinning room. Although under the comfort of her blankets, Vinyl couldn't help but shiver as she adjusted to the world of the living. Around here was nothing but darkness. Despite the sun having risen many hours prior, the covers blocked all of their rays, shielding the poor DJ from the outside world.

“Never again...” she muttered. Putting a hoof to her temple, she hoped to simply nudge away the throbbing headache, but it was no use. In fact, it seemed to only make things worse. Her skull felt just about ready to burst, and for just a few seconds she dearly wished it would. At least then she'd be rid of the horror that is life.

“Leave me alone...” Vinyl grumbled as a hoof prodded her back. She didn't quite remember bringing anyone with her last night, but she didn't remember much at all either way. The prodding, however, didn't stop. Someone was very intent on grabbing her attention.

“Come on, man...” she muttered. “I'm not in the mood... Just use my bathroom or something...”

Despite her very clear protest, the prodding moved lower and lower. At first she ignored it, simply wanting to return to the world of colourful dreams, but once it reached the base of her tail, her eyes opened slowly. She waited for just a brief moment, intent on giving the stallion the benefit of the doubt. Just as she suspected, however, the stallion didn't care two bits about her opinion, and the prodding quickly reached the very most lower part of her body, slowly caressing her big, round cheeks.

“Frisky, eh?” Vinyl said meekly from underneath her blanket. “Look, save it. This ain't no party night, aight?”

Whether the stallion heard her words or not, he continued. A single hoof roamed across her ass, firmly grasping and massaging the flesh slowly and sensually. Although having protested this very action, Vinyl couldn't help but smile blindly to herself as her cheeks were firmly rubbed by the hoof. The stallion knew his craft, and a deep, primal lust slowly built inside the DJ.

“C'mon, man”, she chuckled. “It's so early. Way too early for this, at least.”

Just as she finished her words, the hoof went lower. In an instant, she felt that fantastic, hard pressure against the lowest most part of her body. A quiet, sharp gasp left her throat, and a blush appeared on her face. Even if both her mouth and mind had protested had the actions, the sudden change of stimulation left her only desiring only more. Despite having surely spent a great night with her, the hoof moved slowly, taking in every sensation of her pink lips. As if studying her, it moved up and down, sliding along her wet entrance.

“I, I guess I c-could make an exception... Mmh... Just this once...”

Finally feeling the warmth increasing in her body, Vinyl turned around, ready to face the stranger of her night. As she turned, however, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. This was no unusual occurrence. A handsome, slightly-awkward-when-sober stallion in her bed, as well as empty bottles occupying the floor happened far too often than she honestly expected. The sight, however, sent a chill through her bones. There was no stallion.

“What the- AAAH!”

Vinyl barely had time to react as the unknown force pushed its way inside of her, wasting no time to fill up the eager cunt down below. Had she closed her eyes and pretended a handsome stallion was by her side, the day would have been no different. Turning around, as had already been proven to her, was the gravest mistake of her life. Where a slick, perhaps slightly messy mane along a pair of deep, green eyes would have met her stare, was instead a dark, black vine.

“STOP IT!” Vinyl cried, immediately lifting a hoof, ready to strike. Before she ever got the chance, another wrapped itself around her hoof, restricting any and all movement.

“L-LET ME, MMH, GO!” she roared.

The vines, however, ignored the cries of the croaky DJ's voice. As if deaf, as they most likely were, they simply crept onto her bed, slowly overwhelming her by the second. Already having one buried deep inside her, Vinyl's body was twitching and shaking. Many times before had she felt filled like this, yet the revelation of her lover made her heart pound harder than ever before.

“T-Twilight, I swear, MMH! If this is you! I will- AHH! Oh, Celestia!”

Vinyl raised her second hoof, but to no avail. It was quickly restricted by another vine gripping it tightly and keeping it in check. Despite having magic at her disposal, Vinyl felt the need to kick away, which ultimately did nothing. Even as she hit the thick, dark vines, they flinched for not even a second. Kicking them accomplished as much as kicking a boulder, yet Vinyl didn't relent. Each movement carried more force than the previous, and each was accompanied by a deep grunt.

“P-Please!” she pleaded. “Stop it!”

No voice responded, not even for a second. There was naught but the thick, long vine buried deep inside her. As it had penetrated her inner-most sanctum, it stayed completely still. Whether it was satisfied or simply scouting the terrain, she didn't know. On one hand, she wished for nothing more than for it to never move again, but a deep, primal part of her wished for nothing more than for it to start moving; slamming her silly like the mare she was.

“P-Please...” she muttered.”Let me go...”

As if it had it ears and a mouth, the vine inside of her laughed. It echoed throughout Vinyl's ears, bouncing off of the walls and re-entering her head. Had she any control of her body or magic, she would have forced the tendrils away; forced them back to their slumber. Sadly, she had no such concentration, and the deep, dark vines felt her insecurity.

As she prayed to Celestia for salvation and safety, the tentacle inside of her retracted. For a brief moment, hope soared through her body, renewing her energy and filling her with the pleads for solitude. The vines, however, had other plans. Grabbing each of her limbs forcefully, they held her completely still on her bed, leaving her with no way to defend her body.

“Please...” she pleaded as the vines constricted around her hooves. “No...”

Her prayers went unanswered, and the vine located in front of her most holy of entrances shot forward faster than the speed of light. In the fraction of a second, Vinyl's voice rung throughout the house; a mixture of a moan and protest, lost in the screams of horror from outside her door. Never before had she been with a stallion able to fill her to the breaking point, yet this tendril proved more than capable.

“OH, C-CELESTIA!” Vinyl cried as the tentacle rushed into her body, pressing against the inner-most sanctum of her hole. “F-FUCK!”

As if annoyed with her voice, another of the black vines shot through the air and straight towards her face. She saw it coming, yet could do nothing to halt the movement of it. All she could do was accept as it silenced her words by forcing itself into her mouth and down her throat. Vinyl had experience with this scenario, yet the forceful insertion left her gagging harshly. The tendril was far longer than any stallion could ever be, and she wasn't sure where it ended and the one inside of her pussy began. To her, everything was a blur of thrusting and struggling against her constraints.

“MMH! HMMP!H!”

Once inside of her, the vines showed no restraint. Alternating their pumps, they thrust deep inside her aching cunt and wet throat, as if she was nothing more than a toy for them to use. As the tendril inside of her cunt retracted, the one inside of her throat shot forward, causing her gag reflex to immediately activate and make her body spasm with both pleasure and disgust.

Although she struggled, although she focused her mind to cast whatever spell she could, there was no escaping the prison of tentacles Vinyl found herself in. Each vine felt at least a hundred times stronger than herself, and struggling only made the grip on each hoof that much tighter. Even as she struggled, however, the tendril thrusting into her only sent waves of pleasure shooting throughout her body. In and out it went, caressing every inch of her walls as it violated her most private of holes.

“MMPH! MMPHMPH!”

Vinyl wanted to scream, wanted to yell. She wanted help, she wanted her friends. There was no help to be found anywhere, however. There were only the tentacles overtaking her home, creeping towards her bed in anticipation of their turn at violating the pristine, white mare laying on her bed with limbs spread out, fully presenting herself to the mercy of the tentacles.

Although the mere thought of what was occurring sickened the DJ, the fire in her loins couldn't help but ease her mind into the act happening to her. Her mind slowly wandered as her sight went white. In her fantasy there were only stallions, each of them violating her as the drugs took her to a new high. Even as she fought it, she couldn't help but keep the moans from streaming from her throat, mixing with the vulgar thrusting of the inanimate tentacles sloppily thrusting into her.

“M-Mmh!”

Vinyl slowly lost herself as the thick, luscious vine thrust harder and harder, filling her to the very brim. Little by little she felt her hooves lose strength, giving themselves over to their overlord of pleasure. Each single thrust cleared her mind, as were she high on life itself.

"H-How? M-My... Oh, Celestia!" Vinyl's mind roared.

She barely felt herself, barely felt the shaking of her own body. Just as her orgasm reared its head, overtaking every part of her fragile frame, a third tendril appeared, shooting right towards the only unused hole of her body: her anus. If not for the pleasure crashing onto her body, she would have screamed; Vinyl hadn't enjoyed anal in far too long. In the end, however, it was no more than added stimulation to her already overwhelming orgasm.

"O-Octavia!"

All of Vinyl's muscles clenched as each of the tendrils bruied themselves deep inside of her. Her eyes shot back into her skull, leaving only white orbs in her head. Likewise, her sight became completely obscured by a bright light, and the world was lost to her.

The world, however, was not important. All Vinyl could focus on was the pleasure crashing onto her body like a landslide. As if assaulted by thousands of stallions, Vinyl screeched with pleasure, to the best of her abilities. No more than a muffed moan left her throat, however, as the tendril blocked most of her ability to speak.

What surprised the DJ was not the tendrils themselves, nor the pleasure coursing through her body, but instead the increasing size of the tendrils. As her body was compeltely overwhelmed and claimed by pleasure itself, the tendrils grew in size, ready to burst at any minute. Their growth seemed to last an eternity, yet it was no more than a second before they filled her up with their vile seed.

"MMMMMH!"

Vinyl's voice was literally drowned in torrents of sticky, gooey seed, escaping from small holes at the end of each tendril. The feeling of being filled was all too famiilar, but the liquid itself felt almost alien. Vinyl had no time to care, however, as her body slowly went numb from the pleasure coursing through her.

Despite having been filled like this backstage multiple times, the feeling of serenity washing over her body was quite alien. As if the liquid was overtaking her body, it went numb and relaxed. Each and every single of her muscles tickled, as if being stimluated directly.

"M-Mmmh..."

Vinyl had trouble keeping her eyes open, and her body itself was difficult to register. She barely noticed the tendrils retracting from her body, leaving her to her own devices in the now sticky, goo-covered bed.

"All... over me... Oh, yes..." she mumbled as the world spun in front of her. "Fill me... Take me..."

Little did the party-focused DJ realise just what was going on around her. In her mind, all she knew was the wonderful feeling of fullness, and the pleasure her marefriend could never give her; not even with the newest toys from Canterlot itself. Slowly, but surely, her eyes shut, leaving only the darkness of the tendrils in her mind.

Outside her home, the vines from the Everfree Forest were roaming freely, searching for their next prey. The streets lay barren and homes remained empty, as many citizens had already fled the town. Some, however, had dared overstay their welcome, and the thousand year old vines of evil felt their next target moving about.

Mixed with her delicate, adult smell was that of bakery, both cakes and pastries. Sugar and strawberry corrupted the smell of pure, feminine lust, but the tendrils of the Everfree Forest would not be fooled.