It was that time of the year again, a time for costumes and candy, a time for celebration and scares, a time where a pony could listen to ghost stories or indulge in their darker nature for one night. At least, that is what it should’ve been, but for a pony like Cherry Berry, a pony who had the misfortune to be a mare in an already dark time, there was little reason to celebrate on this Nightmare Night.
The poor mare observed the scene around her, familiar and different at the same time. Music filled the air, a festive tune that was appropriate for the season that was made to put anypony that heard it in an upbeat mood. Spooky decorations covered Ponyville as it had in the past, and booths that promised fun, food and excitement were around every corner. The caribou didn’t mind that the holidays of the old regime were still celebrated after their ascension to power. They even seemed to encourage it, as long as it was done with some creative changes that were attuned with how the new order operated.
And so here Cherry was, sitting on the ground next to the stallion that called her his property, his slave, in a ridiculous bug costume that hugged her every curve and had the front cut out of it so her tits and her pussy were fully exposed. It was a mockery, at least it would be to any mare who bore a black collar around their neck, where everything that common to the holiday was replaced with sexualized alternatives.
The apples in the apple bobbing tank were replaced with sex toys as the reward for any mare willing to demean herself for the prize. The hay cart ride, once generously pulled by Big Mac, now had a pair of black collared mares chained to its yoke. They were forced to endure the whips and spanks of rowdy passengers as they roughly fucked their own slaves. Even the carnival games were changed to things that horrified Cherry, with other black collars serving as props in many of them. One unfortunate unicorn was shackled to a large game wheel and spun around as males and even a few red collars tossed filled balloons at her that exploded on contact and splattered their victim in a milky white fluid. Cherry didn’t even have to guess what it was.
Even her own costume was just a perversion of the simple bee outfit she’d dressed in just the year before. She hated it, but if she didn’t put it on there was a good possibility that she would’ve been one of the mares set up in the carnival games. It wouldn’t be that bad either, if not for the open front that let the cool air blow through her fur, making her nipples go hard and poke out, and the prize stuffed deep in her ass that she herself had won at her master’s command; a studded, foot long piece of plastic with a rubber coating at it’s tip and a rather large knot at the base that made it hard to stand, let alone walk. At least she had a few scraps to keep her from shivering; many of the other mares had to go without even that.
As her eyes continued to skim over all the things she was certain she would go through personally before the night was done, a light tug at her neck brought her back to reality. Looking up at her master, a brown earth stallion by the name of Cherry Fizzy, she forced a smile. If she didn’t pretend that she was enjoying herself, punishment was sure to follow. He always wanted to make things “fun” for her, using training techniques that would force her to laugh or smile.
His favorite method of creating this artificial state of happiness was going over her body with vibrating beads, having them dance along her skin, and alternating between sensitive areas to make her hover between being incredibly ticklish and intensely aroused. But tonight he wanted to try just showing her how much “fun” being a slave mare could be with the Nightmare Night celebration, making her choose which ways she would humiliate herself in public. Cherry was beginning to see where this was heading though, as Fizzy was very eager to push her from one thing to the next, making it so the mare would have to go through worse things as the night progressed and she eliminated the ones that would only be considered “tame” in the eyes of a cock hungry red collar.
“So Berry, what do you want to do next?” Fizzy said to her, more as ultimatum to come to a decision than asking the mare in consideration.
Cherry looked around some more, trying to decide quickly what would be the most pleasant thing for her. The choices were not great; be it the cart rides, the games, or even a mare only costume contest that was perhaps the worst idea as she saw a few barrels of produce aside the stage and the only reason they would have that their was so stallions could chuck it at any mares who weren’t willing to shake their ass and tits for the crowd, which was going to be any black collar that had a shred of dignity or was too self conscious to allow themselve to do such a thing, Cherry being part of the latter. The thought of it only made her more aware of how many red collared mares were freely roaming about, not having to be led by leash and some even without their masters beside them as they enjoyed the fair.
“Candy…” Cherry Berry finally said, settling on something she might actually enjoy. “I would like some candy please master.”
Fizzy sighed, “Ok, you’ve been good so far, so we’ll get you some candy. After that though you’re going to think of something to do.”
Cherry Berry replied with a nod and a “Yes sir”, to do anything less would only make the stallion upset with her and she would rather not be spanked, or tickled to orgasm in front of everyone in town, or perhaps have something worse done to her for ruining his evening. This wasn’t about her or how she felt, it never was. This was about her master and his wants, what would make him happy with her, if it wasn’t then he wouldn’t make her do this sort of stuff in the first place and sometimes he wished that he would quit sugar coating it.
So with a small joint to a group of concession stands, Cherry crawling behind the stallion as they weaved through several tables and past several other ponies eating and drinking, some of which so drunk on cider that had other mare bent over their tables, thrusting into them vigorously without any inhibitions. Then again, the way things were in Equestria now they might’ve done that even if they weren’t inebriated. One of the other earth ponies was struggling against a pegasus on top of her, but was overpowered and smacked into submissive by the drunken male so severely that it made Cherry gasp and stop in horror. With a few harsh tugs of her leash to once again remind the mare that her attention should be on her master, the two earth ponies got past the food court and to one of the stands that didn’t have a very large line.
It didn’t take long to get to the front of the line, the red collared unicorn running it being very dutiful so not to keep any stallion away from where the real action was for too long, and as they approached the window Fizzy was greeted with a pleasant sounding “Hello sir, how can a horny bitch help you?”
“Looking for something tasty to satisfy my hunger.” Fizzy said, looking at the menu hanging aside the window that featured a list of things for males having the kinds of food that would be normal for such an event, and a separate list of items for mares featuring a large amount items more suited for them. From pumpkin flavored mare kibble to candy lollipops in the shape of large stallion dicks, there was no doubt that somepony had taken leaps and bounds to make sure every female at the party had something get them in the spirit of the holiday.
“Well I’d offer myself sir, but my master wants me to keep adding my special ingredient to our cockpops.” said the mare.
Fizzy smirked, “See Berry, even a working mare can have a good time during something like this.” With one more cursory glance over the menu the stallion made his decision. “Give me a funnel cake, an order of hay fries, and for my bitch I’ll have a sperm shake and one of those cockpops.”
The stand attendant reached down between her legs, braced herself against the counter, and pulled out by a small stick poking out from within her snatch one of the erotic treats, making sure that everyone around her knew what she was doing, screaming in pleasure as the smooth shaft moved out of her vaginal passage.
“Here is your cockpop sir,” she said, grabbing another one of the hard candies off the counter and replaced it with the same fanfare as when she removed the one she just had stuck firmly in the orifice, crying out in pleasure while jamming the treat inside her, pumping it a few times to get herself worked up. “It’ll be just a moment for the rest.”
With the phallic sucker now in hand, Fizzy looked down to Cherry Berry, catching her scowling at a couple of pegasi taking turns licking and sucking on their earth pony master’s cock, showing their appreciation towards him for being gracious enough to let them come out and partake in all the sexually stimulating activities. He wished that Cherry Berry would do that without having to coerced or threatened into it, he had saved her from the local mare shelter because of how sad she looked inside one of those cage doors, but in the time he’d had the mare, her mood never improved and the smile she was so casually putting on her face was as transparent to him as the ghost costumes some of the slaves had on.
With a solid knock on the top of the head with the cockpop, Cherry Berry was painfully back to attention. “Hey, wipe that look off your face. No stallion like a sour puss.”
“Sorry master,” Cherry replied, holding herself back from saying what she really wanted to, “I’ll be more cheerful, just don’t hit me again.”
“You’d better be…. or else when we get home it’ll be a tanned hide for you and then straight to bed without any post Nightmare Night fucking.” He threatened.
Cherry let out a small laugh, the idea of Fizzy using a lack of sexual interaction as a punishment for her. She wasn’t some red collar cunt that needed to be fucked like crazy to keep her happy, yet sometimes her master seemed to think so. Like every black collar was was just a nymphomaniac too caught up in their own pride and how things use to work to give in to their base desires. That all she needed to do was let loose and she would just be another easy to please mare who would gladly take cock in all her holes while screaming how much of a whore she was.
Luckily for her, Fizzy didn’t see the laugh as being directed towards him, just another one of her attempts to do as he wanted, and instead of another hit on the head gave her some praise. “There we go, smiles are always welcome.”
With the food the stallion ordered eventually brought to him, Fizzy and Cherry found themselves a table, though the mare still had to place her partially exposed rump on the ground, the object that was nestled in her flank and pressing against her innards making it hard to find a pleasant position while her owner sat comfortably in one of the cushioned seats. Quietly she she sat there, choking down the drink she was given. A cooled concoction that had the consistency and flavor of cum, or perhaps was just pure warbeast jism given a fancy name to sell better, she couldn’t be sure. Either way it didn’t matter as the stallion was keeping a close eye on her to be sure she didn’t spit it out when he wasn’t looking, she was informed upon receiving her drink that she would have to finish it before she got her cockpop.
She didn’t mind it so much, except for the terrible salty taste. It was better than some things the other mares she saw were going through. From her vantage point under the table she could see a bit more of the fair than she could earlier and with it more things that turned her stomach more than she assumed the sperm shake she was drinking would later.
Still, Cherry had to figure out what she wanted to do after she was done with this snack break was over, so she kept on the look out for something, anything, that might allow her from some of the grosser things. She watched a red collar unicorn happily get dropped inside dunking tank filled to the brim with mare cum across the way, and while she could just grit her teeth, take a seat and wait till Fizzy hit the target to plunge her into the vat, she didn’t want to have to go about covered in some goop for the rest of the night. Bad enough to be an icky bug for Nightmare Night without having to be a slimy one.
Had she really gone through all the small stuff so quickly? She had done dildo bobbing, and took a ride on some strange contraption the caribou conceived call a “slutty-go-round” that had her and other mares bound inside body harnesses, suspending them off the ground with their arms behind their backs, legs curled up and spread as they were slowly lifted off of and sequentially lowered back onto large, decorative metal rods as they went round and round for everyone to see. It was humiliating, violating and a strain on the entire body, but it kept her away from some of the other things for a while.
She even participated in a sack race, which she should’ve assumed when Fizzy brought it up that it wasn’t the traditional kind, and was instead was a competition to see which mares could lick their owner’s balls to make them cum. Fizzy was upset when she didn’t place in the top three, being beaten out by some far more experienced reds that practically swallowed their master’s testicles. She didn’t even place in top five, as some much more desperate blacks outdid her by licking at their own master’s scrotums till they were sopping wet with saliva. At least she didn’t get last place, which earned the girl who did a free on the spot lesson on how to orally satisfy a male, courtesy of every stallion that had been part of the race, Fizzy included.
Was there anything else she was willing to put herself through just to keep up the image of enjoyment for the stallion holding her leash? As she pondered the question she made it to the bottom of her paper cup, the sound of air going through her straw loud enough that it alerted her master to the situation.
“Good girl Berry, now open wide and I’ll let you have the cockpop you wanted.” The earth stallion said.
Cherry Berry, placing her cup to the side, got up on her knees and opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and waited for Fizzy to slide the confection inside. He was gentle at least, slipping it past her lips with care not to hurt her by thrusting it in too fast or too deep. The taste of the booth mare’s twat was the first thing Cherry tasted when she pressed her tongue against the sucker, but with a few long licks along the candy rod cleared that away for something sweeter to hit her taste buds.
Of course the stallion wasn’t going to simply let his pet enjoy the sucker at her own pace; this was an opportunity to teach her how to act. It was in the shape of a dick after all, so why not take advantage of the situation and brush her up on how a mare was suppose to suck properly.
Cherry felt the phallic candy start to leave her muzzle, the head of it running along the top of her tongue which left a lingering sweetness along the spots it touched, but before it exited completely her master adjusted its angle and sent it back inside, aiming it towards her cheek, pressing the tip against it till a bulge could be seen from the outside.
“How lovely,” Fizzy stated, pulling out once more so he could do the same to Cherry’s other cheek, “Nothing beats the look on a mare’s face as she’s sucking on something long and hard.“
Just take the compliment Cherry, The mare thought to herself as she began to move her head on her own, seeing that this was making Fizzy happy with her, perhaps enough that she could ask him to just let her rest for the remainder of the night. It was not likely, but good girls did deserve rewards, right?
She tongued the phallus with an eagerness unlike any she had presented that night, in hopes that it would be enough to satisfy the stallion, pushing the candy into her as far as it would go without making her gag, letting her tongue slip out along the object as she retraced, repeating this motion several times and going so far to make moans of elation while she did it. She kept at it till she felt something unexpected sticky shoot into her mouth, something so sugary that when it hit her taste buds in the back of her mouth it made her pull away to cough and sputter.
“Bleh, bleh!” She said as she stuck out her tongue and wiped her tongue against her arms, wanting to replace the taste of the sickeningly sweet substance with anything else.
“Berry, I’m disappointed in you,” She heard Fizzy say to her, “You were doing so good, then you had to go and insult me by spitting out the treat I paid good money to get you.” The stallion leaned back in his seat, the cockpop still held in his hand, dripping more of the sugary substance she had in her mouth from it.
“Sorry master, I didn’t mean to…” She said sincerely, how was she supposed to know the damned thing would do that?
“No big deal, its about time we moved to the next thing anyways.” Fizzy tossed what was left of the cockpop away along with the rest of his trash, then gave the leash in his hand another solid tug to get Cherry to follow him. “I’m sure by now you’ve come up with what you really want to do, so let’s hear it.”
“Actually… master... “ Cherry hesitated, but if she didn’t at least try then this night was only going to get worse from here on out. “I was thinking… that maybe… we could go home?”
“Go home?” Fizzy said, his tone turning much less jovial, “For the love of… You do know that stuff like this only happens once a year!”
Cherry Berry flinch as the stallion raised his voice, “B-but there will be other holidays master. Maybe I’ll be more in the mood during Hearth Warming Eve.”
“I can’t believe this.” Fizzy, enraged at the mare, stormed off ahead of her, his pace so quick that Cherry had no capability to follow after in a crawl, no matter how hard she tried, soon finding herself being literally dragged along by her collar. As fear of her keeper’s anger set in she tried to dig her hooves into the ground, but a solid yank tossed her forward, landing her face down, which only served to stall Fizzy a few seconds before wrapping his arm around the leash once to decrease the length, allowing his slave mare even less leeway while she was towed across the fairgrounds and becoming a spectacle for passers by.
“Please! Master stop!” Cherry cried, the painful collar on her neck brushing roughly on her neck. Her calls fell on deaf ears, Fizzy’s tolerance for her reluctant behavior at it’s limit, especially after he had just rewarded her. She was going to start participating in all the celebration had to offer, and she was going to love it whether she wanted to or not.
To Cherry’s relief, she eventually came to a stop, her front covered in dirt and the edges of her costume torn in a few places from the rough treatment. Otherwise she was fine, except for a stinging ache in her throat, which she had little time to focus on as she looked up to see how far the stallion had taken her. With a drooping of her ears, and a timid slouch of her spine, she trembled at the sight of where she had been brought.
She was at the back of a line heading right for the entrance of this fair’s excuse for a haunted house, something she had spotted earlier when she got the dildo that resided in her ass and had intended to stay far away from it. Even from there she could see the small entrance at the front of the line where horrible screams intermixed with delighted squeals could be heard from and several horrible, green tentacles poked out as they attempted the grab at the mare that would be next inside.
“No. No no no! Please, not this master,” Cherry Berry pleaded in panic, “Anything but this. I don’t want those things inside me!”
“I gave you a chance to pick something you’d like, but now it’s too late. After this everything else will be nothing, you’ll be broken-in and more willing to let go and have fun.”
More like she’d be traumatized for life. She wasn’t even sure what those things were supposed to be. It didn’t matter; they were slimy and grabby and generally things she didn’t want anywhere close to her body. Her ass was already stuffed full, and she could clench her muzzle if she had to, but that in no way prevented the tendrils from entering her vagina and burrowing through it to her womb. She had heard stories of such things grabbing hold of mare and never letting go until there was nothing left in their poor victim’s mind, save for a constant need for sex. Certainly there could could be nothing worse than what lay inside.
Cherry could feel herself start to hyperventilate, her body tremble uncontrollably and a cold sweat break out from her every pore. The line was getting smaller as the minutes passed by, and despite her apparent fright Fizzy showed no sign of changing his mind. With one last mare disappearing inside, her turn would be next.
“Please master! I’ll suck your dick right here or let you fuck me in front of everyone! Just don’t make me go in there!” Cherry screamed, verging on hysterics.
“Berry, when are you going to get it?” Fizzy replied, “I’m doing this for you. I’ll be fun and afterwards you’ll have a nice laugh about how wrong you were.”
“LIAR!” Cherry yelled, teary eyed. “Don’t you dare stand there and act like you’re doing me a favor! If I go in there I’ll… I’ll…”
Cherry heard the sound of her leash being unclipped from her collar and her instincts told her to run for her life, but a firm hand gripped the ring of her collar and escorted her to the passage before she could even try. With one last shove from behind, the earth mare was pushed into the structure, instantly being covered in whatever ooze the tentacles within were secreting, thick droplets of it rolling down to her arms and legs from the back of her bug costume.
Clenching her weeping eyes, she awaited for the inevitable invasive penetration. She could already feel the things hanging down from the above her, draping all around her, making her feel more helpless than ever before.
“Hey!” She heard from deeper within the tentacle filled tunnel. At first Cherry didn’t reply, but as the voice made several more attempts to get her attention she became slowly aware that the tentacles around her hadn’t made a move. In fact, they were just hanging limply from above, moving only with slight twitches. At this revelation she moved ahead as fast as she could, hoping that the rest would be as inert.
Going straight forward, limp tentacles slithering over her with each movement, until she reached a bend and saw two other mares between the dangling appendages. It was too dark to make out who they were exactly, but she was just glad to have someone else close to her in this awful place.
“Hey there, are you ok?” one of the mares asked. Looking at the one that spoke, Cherry could just barely make out a pair of wing binders indicating that this one was a pegasus. “Well… that was a dumb question. Just a second ago you were locked up right at the entrance; of course you’re not ok.”
“No, thank you. I feel better just being able to talk to somepony else in here.” The show of genuine concern did wonders to calm Cherry down. She still had a layer of goop and dozens of tentacles all over her, so many hanging down from up above her that their touch was unavoidable, but at least she didn’t suffer alone.
“We heard you yelling at your owner before you were pushed in here,” The other mare, who was either an earth pony or a unicorn, though Cherry couldn’t tell either way, say. “When we saw the tentacles weren't attacking we waited to see if you needed help.”
“They aren’t attacking?” Cherry asked curiously, “I wonder why not?”
“I know why!” A loud voice from behind Cherry Berry practically screamed at the three, accompanied by the sound of a loud bell. The three jumped into each other’s arms, startled by the barrage of sound, but became more at ease when they saw the source of the interruption in the small amount of light pouring in from the entrance, dressed in a costume composed of cow printed cloth sleeves that covered her arms and legs, with small horns on her head to complete look, was a bright pink mare familiar to all that lived in Ponyville.
“Pinkie, don’t do that!” The pegasus among the group said, being the first to remove herself from the huddling group. “We’re freaked out enough already.”
“Sorry,” Pinkie said with a giggle, grabbing a couple of the thick, fleshy masses around her. “But you were wondering why all of these aren’t working their hardest to make all of you cum uncontrollably as they push themselves deep inside yo-”
“Pinkie!” The pegasus yelled once more, feeling Cherry’s trembles renew themselves.
“Weeeellll, it’s not their fault,” Pinkie gave one tentacles a long lick along it’s length and gave the other a kiss, both of them weakly twitching in response to the contact. “They’ve been working hard all day, pleasuring every mare that passed through. I’m afraid they’re all tuckered out by now. You should’ve come here earlier, that’s when they were all full of energy. I was at the front of the line and it took me a nearly hour to get through the first time.”
Pinkie’s arm wrapped around Cherry’s neck, pulling the earth mare close so the side of her face pressed up against pink mare’s large breasts. “Don’t you worry,” Pinkie said reassuringly, “There’s still plenty of hot spots all over the place, areas that other mares keep missing as they pass through, and Pinkie Pie knows exactly where they all are. We’ll find you a nice spot where you can sit back and let them fuck you into bliss.”
“No thank you,” Cherry said, pushing away from the mare, “But how do you know where the ummm…. hotspots are?
“I’ve been through here twenty three times now, twenty four after this. After all, this is the best thing in the whole celebration.” Pinkie explained, “Once the ones up front got tired I had to start looking around, so I memorized the entire layout of the entire maze.”
“All of it? So you know where the exit is?” Cherry asked, praying that she could pass through unmolested.
“Indeedily doodely,” Pinkie said with a smile, “But that’s the most boring path in the whole maze. Are you sure that you wanna go that way?”
“Yes!” Cherry replied.
“Well ok then, just follow me and I’ll point you in the right direction.” Pinkie moved on ahead of the three mares, her hips and tits swaying side to side with each movement, causing her tail to wag and the cowbell on her collar to ring as she moved. “But you're missing ooouuuttt!” She sang as she took a left turn at a spot where the path split.
Cherry was quick to follow behind, but just before she reached the turn she felt a pull at her tail. “Wait just a minute,” The pegasus that met her near the entrance said. “Do you know what you’re doing? That girl is crazy. She probably doesn’t even know what’s going on around her, much less where exit is.”
“But she’s all we have to go on.” Cherry said back to the pegasus.
“I think she’s lying. Maybe we should try the other way first to be on the safe side.” Without waiting for a reply, the pegasus made her way down the opposite direction that Pinkie went, vanishing in the darkness as the two remaining ponies sat there, unsure if they should follow her or put their trust in the deranged red collar.
The mares waited anxiously in the dark for any sign of the pegasus, listening to the ever quieting dinging of Pinkie’s bell from the other path. At first they didn’t see or hear anything that indicated that the pegasus was in trouble, which could mean that she found the right way. The mare with Cherry gave a shrug and begun to head down the path as well, but stopped when the pegasus popped back into sight, half her body still out of view as she frantically grabbed at the wall.
“Not this way! Not this way!” she yelled. As she gave her frightened warning, something unseen pulled hard on her body, her grasp on the corner the only thing that kept her from being completely dragged away.
Cherry and the other mare rushed over to the pegasus, grabbing her arms.
“Urah! AUGH! It’s in my ass! It’s pushing in my- hurk!” Before their eyes a large tentacle emerged from the darkness behind the mare, shooting inside her mouth when it found a new hole to enter. It pushed itself far inside and thrust into the unwilling orifice without mercy, causing the pegasus to release her grip on the wall, the only thing preventing her from being pulled away now was the mares’ grasp on her arms.
However, the journey through the slime covered tunnels had left their hands too slick to keep their hold for long. One moment they were looking directly at the pegasus’s fear filled eyes, her confidence vanishing as the slick invader delved to the depths of her anus. The next, her arms slipped through Cherry’s hands and she was gone, only the sound of her moans and muffled screams coming from the darkness.
The other mare looked away, grief stricken, and then headed off in the other direction. With a sad sigh, Cherry turned and followed behind her. Even if they didn’t trust Pinkie, they knew now that the way she didn’t go lead into active tentacles that would easily overpower and overwhelm them.
So the two followed the faded sound of the bell, glad that it was still close enough for them to hear it. They were skeptical at first, but the further they went the more they saw that the sound was indeed leading through areas where all the fleshy appendages above them hardly moved, at most limply grabbing so lightly that they could crawl right through them. The rhythmic dinging had become a comfort to Cherry; as long as she focused on it, she’d be safe.
“Do you think we’re near the end?” she asked the mare ahead of her. But after a long moment, there was still no response. Cherry called out again, a note of panic crawling into her shaking voice “Hello? Are you still there?” No matter how long she waited though, a response never came. All that was there was the ringing. Shuddering at the thought of what could’ve happened to the other mare, she pushed ahead, thinking that perhaps she could save her from her fate. Yet she could find no trace; Cherry was alone in the dark, surrounded by things that could rape her without warning. She wanted to curl up right there and just wait, but there was no guarantee that the tentacles would remain tired. And if Pinkie left the maze she would have no idea how to escape. As afraid as she was, she had to go on.
Trembling, heart racing, her breath quickened, she inched forward as slowly as possible without losing track of the bell, which had seemingly stopped as it was now only getting louder. Perhaps Pinkie had made it to the end and was ringing it just to show the way. She hoped so, she had been in the maze so long that her eyes had adapted to her surroundings and the tentacles where twice as ghastly when she could make them out. It was a good thing that the sound was coming just few feet ahead.
With one final turn, there was finally light at the end of the tunnel. Pinke had been honest with the mares, which would’ve put Cherry at ease; that is, if Pinkie wasn’t blocking the way. The pink mare’s body was entangled in a mass of wriggling appendages, wrapping around her boobs, squeezing them roughly and causing milk to shoot out from her nipples, while entering three at a time into each hole in the mare’s body. Pinkie squealed in pure lust and fluids poured out of her pussy like a waterspout.
Why? Berry thought, Why would she let this happen to me?. The exit lay just beyond the pink pony, if only she could slip past, but Pinkie was in the dead center of the path.
And then she felt it, the thing she had dreaded since she entered the maze, the feeling of one of the dangling pieces of flesh wrapping around one of her appendages. Before she could react, more of the slithering things had surrounded her too tightly to slip free. She struggled, but it was fruitless, the tired tentacles had recovered and were ready for another round.
The first thing the powerful appendages did was lift Cherry off the ground by her limbs, spreading her legs wide apart to give two other much larger ones clear access to her slit, the terrified quivering of her skin luring the touch-sensitive entities to the tight opening. First one ran itself vertically along the soft mound, then the other, making Berry yelp with each pass. Then the first positioned its tip right at the hole, lingering there as if waiting for the exact right moment to ram inside. To Cherry the wait alone was agony, watching from her captivity, feeling the warmth of the tubular hunk of meat it flicked against her clit a few times for good measure.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the tentacle drove into her with the force of a hammer, pushing aside the inner walls of her vaginal tunnel, spreading the cervix, and bursting into the womb. The sheer pain gave Cherry no choice other than to toss her head back scream to the heavens for mercy. In return she found none when her cry was silenced by another mass of meat hanging directly above her.
This new one, as its predecessor had, held nothing back. It went deep down in the earth mare’s throat, forcing her mouth wide open as the girthier parts of it entered inside. It tasted awful, like something that hadn’t bathed in months, and the wretched flavor sparked Cherry’s senses to keep her painfully awake and aware what was happening to her. How Pinkie could’ve willingly licked one of them before escaped her.
As her thoughts turned towards the pink mare, so did her eyes. Pinkie had finished, panting, her ample chest heaving and a smile plastered on her face while the satisfied tentacles released her. Hardly able to crawl after the assault on her body, Pinkie made her own way to the exit. Even on all fours, she stumbled in the midst of euphoria, spilling copious amounts of the tentacle’s secretions from her pussy hole, her gaping ass doing the same while repeatedly trying to close in vain. Thick streams drizzled from her muzzle as she maintained her usual, albeit weakened, grin.
Cherry tried to call for Pinkie to help her, not exactly sure what the mare would or could do, but with her mouth and throat as full as it was, nothing except grunts could be made. When the pink pony finally left her sight, she had to resign herself to her fate. She was a prisoner of the maze until its inhabitants were done with her, and who knew how long that would be. The best she could hope for would be to do as Pinkie suggested earlier and just allow herself zone out for a while as her mind would succumb to the pain and forced pleasure it would receive. But the thought of letting go terrified her; if she did, she might just wake up a sex-crazed purple collar. Would that even count as waking up?
No, she had to stay focused, had to endure this to the end and then make her way out as soon as possible. These things might be on their second wind, but they couldn’t keep it up forever. However, even as that comforting thought came to her she could feel the other larger tentacle trying to make it’s way into her bowels, thankfully stopped by the dildo placed inside. The tentacle was not defeated though; if one hole was blocked it would go to another.
It chose to join its companion in Cherry’s pussy, finding it difficult but not impossible. With a bit of effort, it made the room it needed. The increased stretching of her lower passage brought about a renewed ache inside the earth mare that didn’t improve as she felt the two incredibly large, malleable things inside her move about, taking turns sliding out and pushing in, one replacing the other’s spot in her womb with each motion and slithering around against the inner walls of the previously untouched organ.
Still, against all the suffering she endured, her body relented and went into climax, sending her vagina into spasm, making her eyes roll back into her head as the uncontrollable, intense pleasure washed over her like a wave. The tentacles, in turn, went rigid and constricted before shooting several bursts of their slime her, filling her up to the brim till it finally came out her mouth and pussy in a violent explosion.
With a sudden release from the satisfied meat vines constraining her, Cherry was dropped to the floor without care. The tentacles had taken from her what they wanted, what happened to her after didn’t matter to the mindless creatures. Cherry on the other hand was left miserable, muscles sore, her violated tunnel pouring out the nasty substance that flooded her insides. The pain and pleasure that stirred around in her skull made it hard to concentrate, but her need to escape this place slowly came back to her, allowing her to move towards the exit in a slow movement that could hard even be called crawling. Her every joint ached, screaming that she should just lay still and recover, but she refused to relent.
At last, she was over the threshold. The moment she passed outside the reach of the very last of the writhing monsters, her arms and legs collapsed. Nonetheless, she smiled to herself: she had made it. She let out a tiny laugh and thanked whatever luck she had left that she had perhaps received the bare minimum of what could’ve happened. Being worn and weary would always be a preferable alternative to the mental destruction she’d feared going in.
Luck worked both ways though, and see hadn’t even the time to catch her breath before the click of a leash attaching to her collar sounded, “There were go, that’s exactly what I wanted to see. Nice, big smiles on my little bug’s pretty face,” Fizzy said, having come back from playing a few carnival games just in time to see his pet slump down on the floor in a mess of fluids. “I bet now you’ll have no problems coming to a decision on what fun things you want to do. And if you do, well we can always send you through again.”
Cherry, tired yet coherent, couldn’t allow that to happen. Anything else was preferable to returning from the hell she had just gotten out of. “Master… may I please go on one of the cart rides with you…” She said, “I want the whole town to see that I’m your dirty slut. Then I could get my body painted, and let you dunk me in the dunking booth, and-”
“Slow down Berry, first things first. We need to get all that gunk off you. No way I’m sticking my dick in you like this.” He said, pulling the still exhausted mare to her hands and knees so they could leave the mare retrieval section of the tentacle maze. “Then I’ve found something for us that should be really fun for the both of us. That zebra bitch is telling some spooky stories in a few minutes, and I’d hate to miss out on something like that.”
Spooky stories? Cherry thought, skeptical of exactly how scary of a tale one could conjure up when it would undoubtedly be filled with depictions of sex to suit the caribou’s idea of what Nightmare Night should be. Then again, after going through her own horror story some rendition of “The Headless Horse” turning out to be about a mare in the woods without any cock to suck would be just what she needed to keep a smile on her face.
Author's Note
If you enjoyed this story, or want to see the see what Fizzy was talking about at the end, be sure to check out Fall of Equestria: What a Fright, written by Twipet.
