I wonder if Big Macintosh is working the field today.

Twilight shook her head in surprise at the stray thought, dropping her pen in the process. It clattered to the floor, and she stared at it for a moment, as though the pen itself had put the thought in her head, before picking it back up. It was brand new, and she had been fascinated by the design when she found that the ink was stored inside, rather than having to be dipped in an inkpot like a quill or fountain pen. She clicked it absentmindedly as her thoughts wandered.

That was weird. I already know it's Wednesday, which means Applejack is running the stall, so of course Big Mac is working the fields. He's probably bucking down apples right now, just sauntering up to a tree, shirt off and fur glistening with sweat, and then casually lifting a single leg, his entire body tensing for a split second before his leg shoots out, making all the delicious, juicy fruit fall out before he goes to the next, and the next and the next, over and over and-

She shook herself again, and suddenly realized she had been rubbing herself. She scowled at the wet spots on the inside of her thighs, then picked up her pen again and began writing furiously. Some ponies occassionally told her that something didn't need to get done immediately, but a proposed tax law that could potentially ruin the entire economical layout of Equestria if she didn't stop it was not on that list.

Time Turner would know how I feel. He's probably the only pony in this town that can truly appreciate punctuality. I wonder just how good he is at timing things. He could probably even time his climaxes, shoving his member in me and making me clench on him just as he finishes, so that my own muscle spasms constrict him and make him squirt into me so hard I-

She slammed the pen down flat on her desk, panting as her crotch burned and throbbed with need.

No, not now! I'm a Princess, now, right? If there's one thing I shouldn't have to deal with, it's this!

She got up and crossed the room, looking at her calendar and groaning pitifully when she saw the date. It was, as it had been every year for the past six years, the first day of her estrus cycle. A stab of desire shot through her stomach, and she hugged herself, doubling over as the call of her loins became painful.

Need... medicine...

Twilight stumbled across the room toward the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. There weren't any guards posted in her new castle yet(Thank Celestia!) and Spike was out helping Rarity, but she didn't want to be walked in on during the short time she would be in here.

It would be really bad if Rarity walked in while I'm like this. She would probably make some comment about how a mare should never go through this alone, and then put her hands on my shoulders, and kiss me with those rose-red lips, trailing her hands down my body as our tongues taste each other, then I would finally get to lift her shirt up and shove my hands under her bra to feel those big, luscious brea-

For once Twilight was very glad for the oversized bathroom sink, as she stoppered the drain and turned the cold water on fully, dunking her entire head into the basin as it filled and holding her breath for as long as possible once the water was up to her inverted neck. She finally pulled her head out of the sink once she couldn't stand it any longer, and fell to her haunches as she caught her breath, her mane clinging to her head like some bizarre squid or jellyfish.

Right. Medicine.

She got back up and opened the cabinet next to the mirror, where she kept her various medical supplies. Inside were the usual bottles of allergy medication, pain relievers, adhesive and regular bandages, disinfectants, and topical ointments. She sifted through the shelves for a few moments, looking for the bottle that held her most valued prescription: heat reduction pills. Specially crafted with incredibly rare and valuable ingredients, and treated with spells to turn even the worst raging inferno of primal desire into an almost imperceptible distraction, she had been purchasing them for almost five years, after she realized that the most common options of dealing with estrus(sating the urge and hiding in one's room for the duration of the heat) would require a far greater expenditure of time than she was willing to sacrifice. This fact had only become more apparent after discovering the Elements of Harmony, since she now had to factor in time for her friends. Dealing with a week-long period of insatiable lust was simply not possible.

So it was with great horror, then, that Twilight realized she had no more of these pills.

A few moments of focus allowed her to recall the exact moment she had consumed the last of them, in fact. It was just after returning from the Crystal Empire, when she had been fantasizing about the guard Flash Sentry, whom she had met a second time on the other side of the mirror, that she took the last of the pills. At the time, however, she had been far too tired to make a note of it, and had totally forgotten about buying a new bottle since then.

And now I have to get through the entire week on my own! Oh, darn it, Flash! I hate you for this. You and your shiny fur, and strong arms, and long legs, and rock-hard-

Twilight was once again glad to have a sink which she could dunk her entire head in.

After surfacing for air again, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her mane still clung to her head, and the water streamed down her fur to her clothes, soaking them. The fabric was already thin, due to the summer temperatures, and the moisture made it almost completely see-through. She once again marvelled at the new size of her breasts as her shirt clung to them, making their shape even more prominent than usual. As she stared at herself, Twilight opened her wings slightly, finding that they, too, had gotten wet, and they now glistened with water droplets as the natural oils her feathers secreted repelled the water. After a few more seconds, she suddenly had a mildly disturbing thought.

"I really wish I could fuck myself."

She jumped in shock at her own voice, and clapped her hands over her mouth.

Did I really just say that? Oh, no. I'm losing control. If I don't solve this right now, I could end up in big trouble. What if Celestia finds out? She might send me back to Canterlot, and make me go through my training all over again! And then, whenever I did something wrong, she would bend me over and spank me, watching my ass jiggle as my tits swing against her leg and-

Once more, Twilight submerged her head in the sink.

I just fantasized about Princess Celestia!

Not bothering to dry off, Twilight ran back into her private study. She locked the door and windows, soundproofed the entire room, and fell onto her bed. She yanked off her skirt and panties, and began furiously fingering herself with one hand, while the other fondled her breast. Her wings quickly spread as blood pumped through her body, flooding her mind with hormones and adrenaline.

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes! It feels so good. I forgot how good this feels. Oh, why have I been ignoring this?

She glanced around the room for a moment, and spotted the pen and paper on her desk.

Oh, yeah. That. I'll just have to finish quickly, then.

She squeezed her breast harder, feeling her areola harden as the soft flesh beneath compressed and conformed around her fingers. As the pleasure from her chest increased, her other hand rubbed against her slit faster. She slipped a finger into herself, feeling her juices coat her hand as her clitoris swelled with blood. She pressed her thumb against the nub of flesh and moaned, squeezing her nipple and driving her finger as far inside herself as she could to maximize her pleasure. After another minute of massaging herself inside and out, Twilight felt her lower body begin to tense, signaling the end of the session. Her muscles clenched around her finger, and she felt the juices of her climax splash against her hand. She lay panting on her bed as the orgasm faded, and she looked back at her desk with the unfinished denial of the new tax law sitting atop it.

Now I can finish that letter and get it sent out, and once that's done, maybe I can go see if Big Mac is interested in taking a break to play with me.

She strode across the room to her desk, sat down, and then realized what had just gone through her mind.

WHAT? Why am I still thinking about Big Mac? Finishing myself has always worked before, why not now? I mean, sure, Big Mac is strong and gentle, and he probably has a cock as long as my forearm- NO! Stop, Twilight, come on, you have to get control of this. Even if Time Turner could probably manage to make me swallow his entire load while shoving his dick in my muzzle- AAAAHH!

She ran back to the bathroom and submerged her head in the still-full sink, having forgotten to drain it when she left previously. This time, though, it didn't do anything to abate the growing heat in her body. She pulled her head back up, and stared at her reflection again.

I am a Princess of Equestria. I have beaten Nightmare Moon, Discord, Sombra, and Tirek. I can beat this.

But why should I have to? I'm a Princess, now. I'm the Princess of Magic, no less, and I now have better flanks and bigger tits than any mare I've met. Why should I have to suffer alone, or waste time? I could probably finish all my work and be satisfied at the same time. In fact....

Twilight walked back into her study, and began pulling spellbooks off the shelves with her magic.

Let's see.... No. No. Not that one. Ooh, I've been looking for that, I'll put you off to the side. No. No. Where is it?

Several more books flew past and were returned to their shelves before she found what she was looking for.

"Ah-ha! The Complete Guide to Summoning. Now then..."

She opened the massive tome to the table of contents, and ran her finger down the list of summoning planes.

"Abyssal... Celestial... Dark... Gear... Infernal... Here we go. The plane of Lust."

She flipped through the book to the indicated page, and began looking through the warnings that every section began with as she put her clothes back on and dried herself off with a couple of quick spells.

"Completely ruled by insatiable lust... Possibly more dangerous than Tartarus... Not for amateurs or ponies under 18... Ensure summoned creature cannot overpower you... Hmmm. I should probably make sure to get one of the weaker ones, then. Alright, let's get started."

She flipped to a page with a creature that was weak enough to be controlled, but would also sate her needs, labelled as a growtimp. She quickly drew out a summoning circle, and then put a containment circle around it, just in case. With everything in place, she began channelling magic into the summoning, envisioning the creature she wanted to bring to her, and then feeling the circle reaching out into the other plane. After a few seconds of concentration to allow the circle to find her target, she felt the magic returning with her prize. There was a short flash of light, and when it faded, a growtimp was standing in the circle on four short, stubby legs. Its head was an almost perfect sphere, the only blemishes being its face and a pair of short, blunt horns that curved inward above its brow, which brought its total height to about three and a half feet tall. On its back, a large mass of flesh sat like a turtle's shell, pulsing lightly with the creature's heartbeat. It had dark, smooth skin, and its eyes were a piercing sea blue, standing out strongly against the rest of its body. Twilight stared for a moment, collecting her thoughts before speaking.

"Hello there. Do you know what just happened?"

The growtimp looked around for a moment, blinking as it took in its surroundings before returning its gaze to Twilight. Its eyes widened as it took in her form, and it raised its head slightly as its attention focused on her.

"Well," it answered in a scratchy but decidedly male voice, "it felt like a summoning. I don't recall what my history teacher said the last time one of my kind was summoned, though. I was a bit busy fucking her over the desk."

Twilight ignored the mental image as best she could, and continued with the process of ensuring the creature's cooperation.

"That is correct. I require your assistance in relieving certain... aches."

The growtimp smiled toothily, showing flat, pearly white teeth.

"Oh, I think I can guess what aches those are. And I'm pretty sure I can do more than just relieve them." The fleshy mass on his back swelled slightly, and the throbbing of blood through the muscles there became more pronounced. Twilight took a breath to compose herself, then let it out again.

"I should hope so, since you appear well-equipped for this particular task. However, there are a few caveats to this scenario."

The growtimp frowned and sat down on its haunches.

"A smart one, huh? Fine, let's hear it, then."

"First, you shall not do anything without first informing me of your intention, and acquiring my explicit permission. Second, you will not attempt to leave this room, nor will you attempt to open any portals back to your dimension, either to bring others from your plane here, or to take anyone from this plane there. Third, once the duty for which I have summoned you is complete, you will immediately return to your home dimension. Understood?"

The growtimp cocked its head at her.

"Oh, I understand just fine. But why should I give you what you want when I can get it whenever I want back home? What's in it for me?"

Twilight smirked and bent over, spreading her wings and showing off her new Princess-sized bust as she put her hands on her hips, letting her mane spill to one side while she swished her tail.

"When you get back, you'll be the most desirable one of your kind, because you'll be able to tell everyone that you got summoned to fuck a Princess of Equestria."

The growtimp suddenly sat up as straight as its biology would allow, now fully interested in the events of the next half an hour. Plenty of denizens of his plane had been summoned to this one before, but none of his kind had ever been summoned by anyone even remotely this prominent. It was a little suspicious, in fact.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? For all I know, you're a phony with a nice spell. You've already proven your magical prowess."

Twilight straightened up again and sighed. She hadn't expected this. After a few moments of thinking, though, she had a solution.

"How about a circle of honesty?"

The growtimp rubbed its chin in thought, then nodded.

"Fine, but I want to see the book, and I want to inspect the circle once you've drawn it."

Twilight took a breath to collect her patience, then nodded in agreement. Books began flying around the room again as she searched for one that would have what she needed, until she found an old volume that she hadn't opened in quite some time. She still knew it almost entirely by heart, though, and flipped to the page needed and showed it to the growtimp. He studied it a moment, then nodded his satisfaction. Twilight began drawing out the circle, and the growtimp studied her as she moved, watching her ass shake slightly with each step, noting her wings twitching in anticipation, and licking his lips at every glance he could get of her enormous cleavage. Too soon for his taste, though, she was done, and the book floated over to him again. He looked between the drawing on the page and the drawing on the floor several times before accepting its authenticity.

"Okay, looks like the real deal. But I need to know it works."

Twilight sighed and stepped into the circle.

"I am Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria, and I have summoned you here to assist me in relieving my sexual desires."

Nothing happened.

"Alright. Now tell a lie."

"I don't have wings."

Twilight's wings immediately sprang out to their full length, and then whipped forward and slapped her in the face. As this happened, the growtimp watched very carefully. He, like all growtimps, could see musculature on other creatures, a secret closely guarded so they would not be summoned for tasks that were not related to sex. This ability allowed him, under ideal circumstances, to maximize both the length of time he would be having sex, and the pleasure his partner would have during the act, therefore increasing his chances of being desired for further sessions. In circumstances such as these, however, this ability allowed him to ensure that a circle of honesty or similar effect was working correctly, and this one most definitely was. The growtimp smiled as Twilight finally pried her wings off her face.

"Alright, I believe you. I just needed to make sure. Therefore, I agree to your terms, Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. Nothing goes without your say, I won't try to bring any of my friends here, or take anything from here back with me, and I will leave as soon as we're done."

Twilight had to keep herself from jumping with joy as several appendages began to form from the growtimp's fleshy back. She had expected more resistance than this, but her lust-addled mind didn't care enough to think about it.

"Excellent. I do have some work to do, though, so I will need you to not jostle my desk too much while I work."

The growtimp smiled.

"Oh, don't worry. I can make sure it doesn't get jostled at all. You'll have to use your magic, though."

Twilight raised an eyebrow as the appendages on the growtimp's back reached their full length of almost eight feet long each. There were about twelve of them, and they waved in the air like only boneless tentacles could.

"Okay. Show me."

She scuffed part of the containment circle, and the growtimp smiled again. Five of the tentacles reached toward her, and each one grabbed one of her limbs, with the fifth wrapping around her waist. They were slightly wet with a sticky, slimy substance, but obviously strong as they lifted her into the air. She felt another pulse of want surge through her nethers, and she panted as the tentacles wrapped around her limbs a few more times, drawing her closer as she focused her magic and brought her pen and paper over to float in front of her.

"Yeah, there you go. Now I can use my full array of skills, and you can write your letter. Now, I have just one question for you before I start: What am I allowed to do to your clothes?"

Twilight thought about what she was currently wearing, then decided she didn't care.

"Whatever you want. And before you ask, you can fondle me however you like, and you can use any part of my lower body. Just take it easy on the back, alright?"

"As you wish," the growtimp replied as he rubbed his forelegs together in anticipation. He pulled Twilight closer to get a better look at what he was doing, and snaked two more tentacles under the hem of her skirt so he could really see his targets. He pulled the short circle of farbic down to her knees, and licked his lips again as the wet spot of Twilight's panties showed. He wrapped another tentacle around the damp fabric, and gave a sharp tug, internally rejoicing as the cloth tore, weakened by the leaked juices. He rubbed the tentacle against her slit, enjoying the sounds of Twilight's quiet moaning before pressing the tip against her entrance a little harder. The end of his sticky appendage slipped into her with little effort, and the tip oozed with the growtimp version of precum, which happened to double as an aphrodisiac. Twilight moaned a little louder as the scratching of her pen on the paper filled the air. The growtimp slid his tentacle further into her, until he pressed against her cervix. Deciding to save that for later, he pulled back out, twisting the appendage as he did to stimulate the suspended mare even more. Twilight groaned as he rubbed against the entirety of her inner walls, and squeaked with a mix of pleasure, pain, and surprise as he thrusted back in. She redoubled her concentration on the letter floating in front of her as another tentacle rubbed between her ass cheeks. Her wings throbbed with arousal, and she hiked up her tail to invite the appendage in. The rubbing had applied a generous amount of the growtimp's pre on her anus, and the already-slippery tentacle pushed in with a barest minimum of friction. The girth of it stretched Twilight's ass almost painfully, making her grunt and whine as the sensation mixed with that of the tentacle being repeatedly shoved into her pussy. The two tentacles began alternating thrusts, each pushing in as the other pulled out, even as the scratching of the pen increased in speed. She could feel them, right next to each other inside her, barely separated by her own biology.

Oh, sweet Celestia this feels good. Hands and magic really just aren't as good as having someone else filling you up. I would rather have a couple of stallions doing this, though. Maybe I can find a couple of naughty ones mixed in with the guards that are sent here, and post them inside my bedroom.

She suddenly gasped as a tentacle lifted her shirt and wrapped around her breast. Another one undid her bra, and the undergarment hung limply below her as she was tilted horizontally. She could feel the tentacle around her breast squeezing as the two in her ass and pussy accelerated. She was panting audibly now, and she saw another two tentacles move toward her bust.

"You still lucid, up there?"

Twilight looked down at the growtimp and nodded, unable to draw enough breath to speak.

"Alright if I fuck your tits? I like the softness of tits when they're wrapped around one of my tentacles, and yours are the biggest I've seen."

Twilight nodded again, and the growtimp had to restrain himself, lest he squee like a hatchling. He unwrapped part of the tentacle that was already holding her tit, and laid one of the two new tentacles between her dangling breasts. He then wrapped both tits with the first and third tentacles, and began sliding the one that was between the soft, furry funbags back and forth. Twilight sighed at the sensation, having never really used her breasts in such a manner before. They had been large enough to attract attention, surely, but she never really saw them as an area of arousal for her masturbation sessions, just a little extra push to get herself off faster and return to her work. Now, though, with the growtimp's slimy, cock-like tentacle sliding between them, she could understand why some mares would enjoy being fondled there so much. The firmness of the tentacle pressed between her mounds felt wonderful. She took a glance down, and saw the end of the tentacle as it emerged, receded, and reemerged from between her breasts. She could see the sticky, transluscent-white precum oozing from the tip of the tentacle, and the scratching of the pen stopped for a moment as the appendage's motions, coupled with the thrusting of the ones in her pussy and ass, hypnotized her slightly.

I wonder....

She stuck her tongue out, licking at the tip of the tentacle as it came close. The growtimp spasmed in surprise, breaking the rhythm of his thrusting, and he held both tentacles halfway inside her, twisting them back and forth as he held Twilight in midair.

"Is something wrong?"

The growtimp shook his head.

"No, just wasn't expecting that. Did you want me to use your mouth, too?"

Twilight considered the idea. On the one hand, she liked what little she had just tasted. On the other hand, though, she was already short of breath. Finally she shook her head.

"Not yet. Put a little more length up, though, so I can lick it while I finish this letter. I'm almost done, here."

The growtimp obliged, holding the tip of his tentacle in front of her mouth as he resumed fucking her. The pen began scratching at the paper again as Twilight licked at the tip of the tentacle. It leaked precum steadily, and Twilight found herself enjoying the salty-sweet taste, but wanting more. The two tentacles hugging her breasts together had slicked her fur down, and it occurred to her that almost her entire body was coated with the sticky white fluid, except for her wings. Looking back for a moment and taking count, she realized that there were still two unused tentacles.

"Hey," she called breathlessly, "touch my wings."

The growtimp obeyed, and Twilight moaned as her feathers grew heavy. She wrapped her lips around the very tip of the tentacle in front of her, lapping at the opening as the pen raced furiously across the paper. Her lower body started to clench when the growtimp's tentacles swirled inside her, and she knew the coming orgasm would be incomparable to anything before or after. She weakly tried to flap her wings, and they moved just enough to shake off some of the extra pre that had been slathered on them. The growtimp, however, knew exactly what she wanted, even if she didn't consciously know it herself. He sent both tentacles to the base of her wings, and dragged the tips along the entire length of each, soaking each feather with another layer of pre. Simultaneously, he squeezed her breasts a little tighter, and drove the tentacles in her ass and pussy as far as they would go, curling them up inside her to fill her even more. Twilight suddenly screamed in ecstasy, and her entire lower body clenched so hard that she wondered, for a split second in the back of her mind, if she was going to pull something. Her juices flooded the already-cramped space of her vagina, and sprayed out, splattering on the floor. Her body shook, causing more drops of the growtimp's precum to drip off her wings as her eyes rolled back in her head and her legs bucked as her body tried to force more of the tentacles into her depths. As the last ripples of the orgasm faded, the pen scratched out another line on the letter, then made a flourish as Twilight signed her name at the bottom. The pen and paper then floated back to the desk, and the paper folded up as the pen returned to its drawer.

Her willpower no longer needed, Twilight let herself go limp in the growtimp's grip. He had stopped moving when she came, and now sat waiting for assurance that he could continue. As Twilight relaxed and her body drooped, however, he became increasingly doubtful of getting satisfaction himself. After two full minutes of Twilight panting, limp and motionless, he began lowering her to the floor and removing his tentacles from her orifices.

"I don't remember saying we were done."

The growtimp froze, and looked closer at Twilight's face. It had changed slightly, and he suddenly felt as though he were being hunted.

"Don't forget the first condition: you don't do anything without my say-so. I didn't say to put me down yet, did I?"

The growtimp shifted his grip on her, and lifted her back up.

"Thank you. That orgasm was by far the best I've ever experienced, but it also exhausted me. I just needed to get some strength back before continuing." She grabbed the tentacle that had been removed from between her tits and replaced it, then grabbed her breasts and squeezed them around the slick length of flesh. She gently rubbed them up and down on the tentacle as she spoke. "Now that I've finished that letter, I can concentrate on you. So first, let me tell you what I want. Put another one of these amazing tentacles you have in my pussy, use this one between my breasts and the other one that was holding them to fill my mouth, and keep fondling my wings with the other two. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want, and at the end of it, I want you to cum wherever your tentacles happen to be. If they're in me, fill me. If they're outside, cover me. I want your cum everywhere, understand? I want to bathe in it while you have full control of my position. I want you to turn me over while you cum, and cover every possible inch of me with jizz. Got it?"

The growtimp nodded, unable to make his mouth work as his arousal throbbed through his tentacles with his heartbeat.

"Good." A glint of metal caught Twilight's eye, and she saw her new camera sitting on top of a bookshelf. Her increased funding for being a full-fledged Princess had allowed her to invest in several new technologies, including a camera design with a timed activation. She grabbed the camera with her magic, and set it up so it could see her entire body. She didn't want anyone else finding out about this just yet, but she did want some reminders for later, and proof for if she ever needed it. She set the timer for every twenty seconds, and loaded as many blank photographs as possible into it. "Now we're ready. Go ahead. Fuck this Princess of Equestria like you want to."

The growtimp smiled ecstatically, and drew out the tentacle in her pussy so he could get the second one in as well. Twilight whined with pleasure as the two slimy appendages slid into her, stretching her out as the one in her ass thrusted furiously at a much faster pace. The one she had between her tits snaked up as another moved over her shoulder, both waiting for entrance, and she opened her mouth wide to invite them in. They accepted the invitation, slowly pushing in as they pulled her cheeks apart and forced her jaw to open wider. She swirled her tongue against the tentacles, licking them as they pushed in and pulled out of her mouth, never quite exiting entirely and only going far enough in to cause the barest reaction of her gag reflex. The movements were mirrored by the tentacles in her pussy, which pulled out when the two in her mouth pushed in, and pushed in when the two in her mouth pulled out. The one in her ass, meanwhile, was pounding away at almost double the pace, pushing in and pulling out with every stop in the motion of the others. The tentacles holding her up moved her back and forth, forcing her more fully onto the tentacles that pushed into her. She moaned around the ones in her mouth and squeezed her tits together harder, feeling the slick appendage moving between them as the camera went off.

She tilted her head slightly, keeping the tentacles in her mouth, and looked down at where the camera was set up. The photograph was fed out of the front, and a surge of arousal swept through her. There was now physical evidence of her lecherous desires. There was now proof that she had wants of the flesh, and was willing to satisfy them. The picture on the floor was all the convincing someone would need to be sure she wanted as much cock as she could get. It made her feel dirty. It made her feel like a slut. It made her feel like a cheap whore.

It made her want more.

She began actively sucking at the tentacles in her mouth, urging them to plunge deeper with every thrust. She pumped her breasts up and down in time with the thrusting of the growtimp's tentacles, increasing the stimulation. She bucked her hips as best she could, attempting to force the tentacles inside her lower body to move further into her. She flapped her wings weakly, shaking off more precum onto the floor as the tentacles there wrapped around the bases of her wings and applied new coats on her feathers. The growtimp smiled as he rubbed several sensitive places on her body, both inside and out, at once. She squirmed a bit, moaning as she gave a particularly powerful suck on his tentacles.

"It seems you want more, Princess. You want me to really go all-in?" He pressed the tips of his tentacles against her cervix, and she nodded enthusiastically. She had never felt that kind of penetration before, even when experimenting on herself with her magic, and as the growtimp invaded her womb with one tentacle, then the other, and resumed thrusting into her every hole, she wondered how she had been tricked into giving up such an amazing feeling of fullness for so long. She made a mental note to not buy any more lust suppressants, and returned her focus to the tentacles covering and filling her body. She clenched her thighs, bucking her hips up and down to try and take more of the growtimp's anatomy inside her. She pressed her tits together harder and began moving them against each other, one up and the other down, to try and stimulate the tentacle more and soak her fur more thoroughly with the growtimp's secretions. She pulled her lips back and slid her tongue between her lower teeth and the tentacles fucking her muzzle, and panted heavily through the small spaces that air could still flow in and out of her mouth. She blew the air out over the soaked skin of the tentacles with every exhale, and slurped noisily on them with every inhale.

Finally, she felt a twitch in the tentacles. The first sign of her partner's climax. She moaned with want, and redoubled her efforts to get him off.

"P-Princess... I'm not gonna last much longer. Are you sure you want it like this?"

She gave another powerful suck on his tentacles and lifted her tail even higher.

"Alright, then.... I'm... cumming!"

Twilight felt every tentacle tense as the muscles bulged slightly, tightening around her limbs, completely filling her mouth, and stretching her pussy and ass even further. Then, time seemed to slow as all at once, she felt the semen spew from them. It bubbled in her womb like a jacuzzi, and she felt the tentacles there retreat as she was filled up with one surge. More jizz shot down her throat, filling her esophagous too fast, and forcing its way up her sinuses and out her nose as she tried to swallow it. Still more was injected into her ass, so hot it felt like she was burning. Cum rained down on and around her from the tentacles fondling her wings and holding her up. And as this all happened, she noticed a bright flash when the camera went off yet again. Its presence had faded into the background for her, ignored in favor of the pleasure of the tentacles, but now she noticed it again as it went off at precisely the right moment to capture her form mid-ejaculation. It fueled her pleasure further, and her body tightened as she climaxed again. This time, though, it was not on her own. The growtimp had only begun to fill her, and time returned to normal as the second flood of cum sprayed into and onto her. She felt one of the tentacles in her mouth slip out and fire onto her face and breasts, while the other gave her another mouthful. She swallowed it immediately, knowing there was more on the way, but enjoying the taste as it passed down her throat.

The two in her pussy, however, seemed content where they were as they poured more spunk into her vagina. The one in her ass was even more eager, and drove further in as it unleashed its second barrage into her. It plugged her anus quite effectively, and Twilight could feel the cum start to move up into her intestines. Another spray of jizz covered her purple coat, and she wondered for a brief moment if it was possible for fur to lose color if it was stained with enough semen. The thought was banished from her mind as one of the tentacles suddenly pulled free of her pussy, and dived into her ass past the first. It hurt for a split second, then the pain faded into even more pleasure as the third wave of cum shot from the growtimp.

Her mouth was filled again as her mane was soaked, and she could feel streams of semen sliding down the curves of her body as the tentacles holding her erupted again. Her pussy was filled past the limit, and she felt some cum escape from her body as the tentacle that remained there pulsed once more. Her ass, however, was now clenched and plugged tighter than a bourbon barrel, forcing the next load of semen to shoot up through her intestines. Her body would not let it go any further, though, and as the growtimp continued to cum, she felt her abdomen expanding. She kept swallowing the salty-sweet fluids, and her fur was saturated with the growtimp's seed. Even her pussy had no more room to accomodate the ejaculations of her summoned partner. But the tentacles in her ass continued to blast their payload into her, until she felt her belly start to swell. Finally, the flow of semen began to slow, and Twilight held the last few spurts of cum in her mouth as the growtimp set her down on the floor and removed his tentacles. With the blockage in her anus removed, the cum poured out in a river as the camera flashed again. She swallowed the load in her mouth, and called to the growtimp.

"Hey. Help me up for a second."

The growtimp obliged, worried about his breach of contract near the end. She kneeled, unable to put any pressure on her abused lower body as semen continued to drip from her at a steady rate.

"That was pretty good. Some warning before putting another tentacle in my ass would have been nice, but I enjoyed it. What's your name?"

The growtimp blinked in surprise as Twilight grabbed one of his retracting tentacles and pulled it close, licking it clean while she looked him in the eye. There was only one reason a summoner would ever want to know the name of what they summoned: so they could summon the same one again.

"Um," he swallowed as another dribble of cum leaked from his tentacle, and Twilight licked it off, "it's Larry. My name is Larry."

Twilight held the tentacle against her cheek for a moment, thinking about his name.

"That's not very interesting. How about we change it? Maybe..." She looked at the floor around her, noticing several strands of cum that had fired almost clear across the room. "Long Shot? That seems more interesting. And appropriate."

Long Shot nodded. This was easily the best day of his life. The plane of Lust didn't have many summonings compared to other, more commonly useful planes, but he had heard of beings who impressed their summoners enough to be given a new name before. The list was not very long, and he was the first denizen of his plane to be added to it. His focus returned to his immediate surroundings as Twilight grabbed one of the pictures taken with her magic. She wove several spells into it, then floated it into his reach. He grabbed it, and turned it over. It was the picture of when he started ejaculating, and the camera had gone off with perfect timing to catch the semen splashing off Twilight's body and shooting out her nose.

"I enchanted it. It will now allow me to summon you at any time, and if you need help or want to be summoned, it will let you communicate with me directly. Also, no one can forcibly take it from you or break it. Don't worry about if it works; I find that my thoughts are especially clear right now, since I've finally been properly satisfied. It will work. For now, though, go ahead and go home. I need to clean up, and I'm sure you want to go brag about this to your friends, right?"

Long Shot nodded. He didn't have many friends, but they would want to hear about this. He concentrated on home, and felt the magic of his own plane pulling him back.

Twilight watched him fade away, then grabbed the rest of the pictures with her magic and put them on a shelf where they would be safe until she cleaned up. She switched off the camera as well, but not before it flashed one more picture and fed it out. She glared at the contraption, then shrugged and decided it wouldn't kill her to have one more picture of herself covered in jizz. Once the camera was put away, she looked around again at the mess and sighed.

"Well, this is what I asked for. Whatever. I feel way too good right now to be mad about it." She looked at her soggy wings. "Besides, he left me a nice little snack, too." She used her magic to grab a mop and bucket from downstairs, filled the bucket with hot water from her bathroom sink, and enchanted the mop to clean up the floor. Once it was moving, she licked her lips and spread one wing in front of her to begin preening herself.

Two weeks later...

Bit Meister strode confidently through the halls of his office building, holding a large envelope in his hand and smiling in the self-assured way that only a businesspony can. He opened the door to the waiting room for his office, and his secretary, Sunny Smile, smiled up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Sunny, hold all my calls for a few minutes. I have a very important piece of correspondence, here, and I don't wish to be disturbed."

"Of course, sir."

He walked past her, into his personal office, and sat down.

This letter arrived far sooner than I expected. I must have been right. The old Princesses have no modern business sense, too many old traditions clouding their judgement. This new Princess, though, surely must be aware of the possibilties available to fill her treasury. These lower classes don't need all that money, so why not make a new Commuting Tax?

He grabbed a letter opener from his desk drawer, and slit the top of the envelope. He pulled the letter from the envelope, and unfolded it against his desk, using a pair of paperweights to keep it from folding back up on its own. He picked up his reading glasses from their tray on his desk, and began reading the letter.

Dear Bit Meister,

I am writing to inform you that your proposed tax law will not, under any circumstances, be implemented while I still live. It is foolish, greedy, and cruel to enact a tax for commuting to work, and I will personally ensure that this never becomes a full law. I am sure that this news will somehow anger or offend you, but to be honest, I don't care. In fact, I am so entirely apathetic to any negative emotions you may have concerning this news, that I am now writing this letter while being pleasured by a being from another plane of existence. I am so against this law, and I care so little for whatever tantrum you may throw regarding my refusal, that I have no problem letting you know that this refusal is being written while I am suspended in the air and being fucked by an inter-dimensional being.

The sheer level of stupidity one must exhibit to garner from me such a level of disgust for a pony, and apathy for their emotional state, is immeasurable. I like to think that I have a meaningful level of self-control, but in this case I think it exemplifies how truly idiotic your law is. I am literally so incensed and apalled by your arrogant, bit-squandering proposal that I am confident in my ability to finish this letter, while writing it with magic, as I am filled with the appendages of a creature not of this world. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am about to climax, and I wish to find out just how much cum this creature can give me once I'm done spasming with pleasure.

Sincerely,

Princess Twilight Sparkle

Bit Meister stared at the paper blankly for almost a minute as his brain tried to comprehend what he had just read. He had been so certain of his law's acceptance that the refusal alone would have thrown him off. The fact that said refusal had been written during sex with something from another plane had baffled him entirely. At this point, his mind could only really process one thing: he needed somepony to do something for him. He wasn't used to being denied. He put the letter in a drawer, and walked back to the entrance of his office. He opened the door slightly, and saw Sunny filing her nails.

"Sunny, come in here and give me a blowjob."

She put her file down and got up immediately.

"Of course, sir."

At least no one questions my genius here.

Author's Note

I read the latest Rainbow Dash tentacle-fic, and I didn't really like the ending, so I went looking for a one where everything is alright in the end. Turns out, there aren't very many. So I made one. Hope you all like it.

PS. I know the title isn't very creative. I just wanted to make it easy to find.