All Japaneighse People Love Tentacles
Warning: For those who don't like humanised, or tentacle, you should go.
We focus today on a room in a Canterlot hotel. It had been a couple weeks since Sunset Shimmer had gone on an extremely weird one day journey with that human to rid a world of bacon. Turns out Equestria never even had bacon. Funny how things turn out.
But that day, she had also seen something else. She had seen a hallucination in his head. She was back on Earth, and human again, but there were... Things. And she tried not to remember.
She tried.
It never worked, because almost every night, she would have a dream about it. It would never get very far, thankfully. At most, it would reach her ass, but-
No. She didn't want to think about it. She had to not think about it, it just made things worse. But she couldn't not think about it, especially this late at night. She had tried everything to get rid of it. She had visited a shaman, checked with a doctor, used potions, medicines, and even magic. One of the spells worked... For a few minutes. But then it would fail, and it would start again. Eventually, it didn't work at all. She just couldn't stop remembering...
The tentacles, sliding closer, slowly moving up and down, pushing their way int-
No. Stop it. She smacked herself with her hooves, trying to clear it away. It just seemed nothing would work.
The red and yellow unicorn laid down on her bed, and tried to think of some way out of it... She could... *yawn* figure something... out...
Sunset Shimmer jerked her head up, pulling a neck muscle. Grunting in pain, she slowly massaged her neck with her fingers- Wait, fingers?
Oh, no.
She was back in the room. She looked around and saw the padding still on walls, the bookshelves empty. She didn't have any idea what the place was, as it wasn't from her imagination, just that human's. She looked around, trying to find some means to escape. At this point, it had become routine. After about a minute of searching, she found a door in a corner of the room, which seemed to change its size and geometries, as if trying to confuse her mind further. She walked towards it, and grabbed the knob, making an attempt to open it.
It was locked. Irritated and worried, she struggled with the knob for a bit, and still it refused to open. She tried smashing herself against it a couples times, but that didn't work either. 'Geez, what was this thing made of?' she thought to herself. She tried kicking it down, but neither her physical strength nor her current footwear were very useful for that. Finally, she plucked a stray hair off her head and made an attempt to pick it. It seemed like it was getting so close, but each time, it would fail or mess up. After her third attempt to break the lock, the door vanished altogether, leaving her only a wall, which she promptly punched in rage, injuring her hand and causing her to curse loudly.
Sighing, she looked down at herself. Yep. Still looked like a Japaneighse - Or Japanese as it was on Earth, which she she supposed would be more accurate in her current situation - schoolgirl. She looked for a mirror in the room, and one appeared on a wall to her left, which may not have been there before. Sunset turned towards the mirror so she could look at herself: Yep, same as all the other times. Same red button up shirt, same red skirt, same orange jacket; same overall stupid outfit. She looked up on her head, and sure enough, an orange headband was sitting upon her head. Observing her skin, she noticed that she was tanner than the other times. She sighed, annoyed at her appearance. At least this time her skin tone was a bit more to her liking. At least there was some variety in this nightmare. She still wished she had her leather jacket back, though.
She started looking around for another means of escape, looking for any doors, windows, or-
Wait. Windows. Of course! Where else would the moonlight be coming from? Sunset looked up towards the ceiling, and sure enough, there were windows high up on the walls with Luna's light spilling through. Formulating a plan, she started pushing bookshelves around in order to get them up to the windows without falling off and injuring herself. If she was lucky, she would be able to get up there in time and break through.
Sunset Shimmer, however, is not a lucky person.
She was in the process of moving the third shelf when she saw something move behind her. She turned around and gave a quick view of the room, but saw nothing. She checked behind a nearby shelf, believing she saw something hiding there, but found nothing. She tried to shrug it off and went back to her shelf.
Then she felt something slimy grab her leg.
The girl was quickly pulled away from the bookcase and onto the ground, her skirt flipping up. She kicked her feet and struggled against the tentacle's grip, seeming to only entice it more. It snaked slowly up her leg, twisting slowly and menacingly. Shimmer, motivated by the clear intent, managed to loosen her leg from the tentacle's grasp by just a bit, and that was enough for her to break free of it. She quickly ran back towards the shelves and attempted to jump up the makeshift stepladder. However, before she could, another tentacle wrapped around her waist, and then her chest, pulling her away from the walls and holding her in the air. As she stood there, kicking her finely toned legs and struggling, the limbs were slowly and sensually toying with her, sliding inbetween her breasts and fondling them gently, making slow, soft squeezes, ever so slowly planting the seeds of arousal. She struggled not to moan as she was caressed by the monster, kicking her legs and shaking her hips, pounding her fist against the vines that were feeling her up, trying to get free. However, it, again, only seemed to encourage the unseen foe even more, as it grew more active. She felt a third and fourth tentacle slowly work their way up her legs, slowly and gently moving over them. They rubbed her calves and pressed against her knees, gently caressing her thighs with a kind of sticky, wet pressure, making her struggle less out of fear, but rather, subconsciously, out of a desire for more.
Her jacket was unbuttoned slowly and fell onto the floor, leaving her arms bare. She tried to grab the seductive tendrils, but as she moved her arms forward to grab them, more snaked out from the shadows, moving extremely quickly, and grabbed her by the wrist, pushing her back against the wall of the room, leaving her chest unblocked. Her blue eyes widened as she struggled more and more. The tendrils started rubbing her arms as well, seemingly draining any energy from them that she had to spare, and she just barely avoided letting out a soft moan of pleasure. At this point, half of her subconscious wanted to encourage her assailant. Her bright red, curly hair bobbed around as the snakelike appendages started becoming more aggressive, shoving her a bit and being more forceful in their movements. Her arms were more restrained and she could not push away as much, and her chest was grabbed aggressively and fondled by the limbs. They forced her legs around, as if asking her to kick, just give them a kick out of it.* Her chest swelled up as the arousal became more apparent. Her arms were completely forced down and pinned to her sides, leaving only her hands to wave from side to side in weak protest. Her feet moved only a bit, weakly kicking, unable to move anything else as her legs were forced straight and apart.
Usually, she'd wake up at this part, scream, have a shower, and take some pills with breakfast.
However, tonight, she didn't wake up. She looked around wildly as more, smaller tendrils came and caressed her cheeks. She looked for something, anything, to wake her up. She should leave this human nightmare and be a pony again.
So why wasn't she?!
The tendrils froze all train of thoughts as they became more focused on her. The ones around her chest and waist began moving around furiously, trying to force her to give in. Her breasts were pushed up and down and against each other, played with like toys by the vines. Her thighs were rubbed relentlessly, and the tendrils higher up and higher up, then slowly down, repeating over and over. Her breasts grew fuller, and her nipples were showing through her shirt. Her skirt showed a bit of dampness near the crotch. She was ready to go, and she was practically thrusting into the air.
And then it came. A new tendril, a single one, that seemed to be... Throbbing? It was moving slower than the others, and- Ohhhhhh~! She gave a soft moan as it gently gave her a caress, no longer caring about holding them in, moving up her calves, her knees, and onto her thighs. It rubbed so very hard, pulsating with energy, and she moaned so much and oh Celestia it felt *so good!***
Then, it moved up, snaking around her waist, moving in for the kill. It pulled up her skirt, revealing the biker shorts beneath, which it tore off. The wet tendril gently swished around her crotch, teasing her lips and prodding the surface area, causing her to yelp in surprise. They soon became more energetic, pushing around and toying with the surface, but never entering her body. She thought she couldn't take anymore, and at this point, she just wouldn't stop moaning and she threw her head up to the ceiling in a shout of pure ecstasy.
Finally, it penetrated her.
At first, it moved around inside her gently. It pushed only a bit, and she felt easy. It felt so nice oh god *no no no stop it it hurts*** and it gently teased her. Then, it pushed a bit harder. Moving in and out in easy motions, slowly and surely. She couldn't stop *moaning!*** It just felt too good and like nothing would ever be better. She slowly started pushing back, putting her hips forth in an eager motion. So, encouraged by her eagerness, the limb thrust forth, hard, fast, and powerful. She gasped, and fell back against the wall, no longer feeling a need to do work and just letting herself sit back and enjoy her hidden assailant's ride. Her skirt was torn, and her shirt pulled apart, exposing her bra and breasts, giving the beast even more to enjoy. All the limbs did their part to their utmost ability, and she felt the ultimate thrill. She was riding on the storm, and she didn't want the sun to come out anytime soon. *sob* She felt her waist just shaking with every movement. *thrust*. *thrust*. *thrust*. It was so powerful, and she couldn't take anymore. She moaned, and moaned, and screamed to the heavens as she reached her peak, and she climaxed.
And, oooh, Celestia, it felt so good. It was practically leaking from her waist. She kept feeling the thrusts, and she kept reciprocating. Then, as the vinelike appendages slowed, so did she. She took a few moments to breathe. ...Wow, she never thought she would feel anything like that, especially not in a dream. She felt the grip on her body become loose, and she relaxed. She took a few moments to breathe as the tendrils lowered her to the ground, letting her orgasmic shakes subside. At this point, her bra was gone. She didn't know where it went or how it happened, but she didn't care. She gave out a brief sigh and leaned back in the tentacle's grip.
Then they started moving again.
It was the same as before. Slowly but surely, carefully and lightly making its way across her wonderful body, snaking along and rubbing her, pushing her body and into the air, pressed onto the walls. However, then she felt herself get pulled off the walls and was pulled suddenly down to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. She took a couple moments to breathe, and surprisingly, the tentacles did too, almost giving her a moment of relaxation.
Although it may have, in hindsight, been preparation for what happened next.
She was flipped over with her chest and the ground, her legs and waist positioned in the air. She was pulled down on the ground, wrapped by the tendrils, only leaving her legs and head free to kick and struggle. Her tan, finely toned legs waved up and down rapidly, slowly stiffening as the tendrils moved to her waist once more. They wrapped slowly around it and made soft pushing motions, rubbing her ass like it was a pet. Her legs calmed down and just slowly moved sideways against the floor. Her kicks became weak and soft, her feet dragging along. It felt... nice.
However, she started quickening once more in as the tendrils began tending more aggressively to her rear. It really was a nice one, and quite firm too. Her energy and struggle renewed, her legs began struggling furiously once more, and her feet kicked into the air once more as her tight ass was pulled on and caressed. Then, slowly lifting her torn skirt, the snakelike limbs pushed forward, rubbing against her bare skin. They pushed, rubbed, and gently tugged at it. Then, they slid back, and made their way into her ass.
She screamed and moaned together, the pain and fear mixing with the pleasure and creating a whole new feeling for her. Her legs were moving furiously and powerfully, kicking straight behind her and into the air as if she was trying to escape being pulled into some beast's maw. They pushed out, moving together with the tendrils as they rammed her rear. She started humping against the ground, grinding herself against it to add to her experience in pleasure. Her ass was rammed repeatedly, pushed and pulled back and forth with the snaky appendages, up and down through the air, almost bouncing. Her breasts pushed her up from the floor, unable to keep her flat with her arousal. The pleasure she felt was expressed only through grunts and moans, as no words could describe how she felt i want to die right now. The only ones she could think of was "YES! YES! YES! *OH CELESTIA, YES!"*** It was impossibly amazing for her at the moment.
Soon, the thrusts became more powerful, shaking and jiggling her finely toned ass and making the skirt bounce. Her legs kicked up and down as she moaned to the heavens. The tendrils made themselves home in her backside, pushing around in every corner and area they fit into. It kinda hurt, but in a good way. They pushed and shoved, humping and ramming and thrusting and oh god, it felt so good. She could take no more of this, and she gave a moaning shout to the heavens as for the second time that night, she orgasmed.
And dear Celestia, Luna, and Twilight, it was amazing.
Slowly, for the final time that night, the limbs calmed down, and with them, the still-human Sunset Shimmer. Her coat and shirt were gone, her dress torn, her legs, breasts, socks and shoes covered in fluids... But it was all a dream right? She moaned as the rubbing on her boobs was slowly pulled down, her stomach being given a pleasurable rub. Her thighs were grasped and toyed with for a bot, and her crotch lips were gently massaged by the tips of the snaky whips, making Shimmer moan once more. They finally moved down her legs, and gave her a couple quick rubs along the knees and shins. The tendrils gave her one last caress on her fine bottom, and they pulled away for good, fading into the darkness.
For a bit, Sunset Shimmer felt good. Her breasts stuck out into the air, her arousal still fading. She sat for a bit as every last trace of pleasure faded, and then she pulled herself up onto a bed that had appeared.
Then, she cried. She cried more than she ever had before. She hurt. She hurt so much and she wanted it to stop. She wanted it to never happen again. She wanted nothing more than to simply never have to deal with that horror ever again, never go through such pain and torment.
She wanted to wake up.
I want to wake up.
I want to wake up.
Please, Celestia, I just want to wake up.
Sunset Shimmer woke up the next day, her bed wet from both her wet dreams, urine, and sweat. She cried and cried all day, showering three times. It just... felt so real. Unlike other dreams, where she would forget and not have any experience or memory of feeling... With this one, she could still feel its effects. She remembered every single detail, burned in her mind as if she had lived in that experience. She wasn't able to sleep that night, or the next. But after two days of deprivation, she fell into a three day sleep. When she woke up, she realised her dreams were clean. She was free.
She never again had any nightmares about the tentacles. She still sometimes dreamed she was living a life as a human, in the same outfit. Sometimes it was torn and wet in the same manner. She would wake from those dreams sobbing. She would eventually, recover, thankfully. No one knows how long it took, but it happened in the end, and she never suffered in such a way again.
The day after the last of her tentacle nightmares...
Luna flew into Canterlot castle, walking into Celestia's royal chamber. She looked around briefly. wondering where her sister was. After a bit of searching, she found her sister out on the balcony, watching Canterlot's bustling people.
"Greetings, Luna," Celestia said kindly.
"Greetings, dear sister," Luna said in reply.
"Can you tell me something, Luna?"
"Of course, sister. If it is within reasonable boundaries."
"Very well." Celestia turned to look at Luna.
"May I ask you why you gave Sunset Shimmer those dreams about the multi-limbed tendril beast?"
"Wh- What do you mean?"
"You gave her night terrors for two weeks!" Celestia said sternly. "Why did you do that?"
"I..." Luna mumbled something unintelligible that Celestia couldn't hear.
"What?" Celestia leaned in closer to Luna. "Speak up, sister!"
"I... thought she would enjoy it."
Celestia only stared at Luna, still not understanding. "...Why?"
"I..." Luna turned her head away and blushed in embarrassment. "I thought she was Japaneighse."
"First off, she NOT Japaneighse," Celestia said, now less cross with Luna, but instead, confused, "and second, WHAT, may I ask, does that have to do with it?"
"Well..." Luna started, pressing her hooves together, blushing at her error. "Japaneighse ponies love tentacles."
"..." Celestia could only stand there, staring at Luna in stunned silence.
"She just..." Luna paused for a moment. "She seemed so stressed after that bacon incident. I thought it would help her take her mind off things."
"..." Celestia sighed gently. "Lulu, I really need to teach you not to listen to stereotypes."
End.
