Author's Note

Twinkletail is an author. He auths as often as he can. When he isn't authing, he enjoys video games and Oreos (not in that order). His favorite pony is Applejack, which is also coincidentally the name of the best pony ever (who knew?).

If you like how this chapter turned out, check out his story: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/200048/bucking-up-the-wrong-tree

Personally, I'm a huge fan of bodyswap/genderswap clopfics, so this one really did it for me.

Pinkie Pie

Pinkie Pie was enraptured.

But of course, that honestly wasn’t saying a lot. The perky pink pony had a particular way of having her attention caught by the smallest of things. Many ponies thought that her attention span was roughly equal to that of a tsetse fly’s, and that made Pinkie laugh because tsetse was a funny word. But the fact remained that this assessment wasn’t quite accurate. Pinkie was very good at paying attention to things. It just so happened that the things that caught her attention might have been deemed by others as not worth it, although she knew better. She’d paid close attention to the snail moving across the marketplace because she didn’t want it to be stepped on. She’d glued her eyes onto that balloon cart that had come through Ponyville a few weeks ago because it was super-important to know which colors of balloons tended to float higher.

And she was paying so much attention to her friends getting thoroughly rutted by the huge tentacle monster because it was hot.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were probably the toughest out of all of her friends. True, the others were plenty strong when they needed to be, but the physical prowess of Applejack and Dashie was hard to match, so much so that it somewhat defined them. And yet that meant nothing to the tentacle beast. It had picked up the most powerful of her friends and played around with them as if they were nothing but toys, their strength vanishing completely in the throes of their lustful experiences. The proud Applejack and the willful Rainbow Dash, reduced to moaning messes as the monster had its way with them, both even seeming to eagerly participate by the end of their treatments. It very well might have been the hottest thing Pinkie had ever seen, and she was especially glad that her trip to get snacks in the middle of Applejack’s ride hadn’t caused her to miss it. Needless to say, her butt was quite glued to her seat during Dashie’s attempt.

Just like when Applejack had finished, Pinkie was quite quick to give Dashie a hug as she stumbled off of the platform. For the second time--and, all things considered, likely a precursor to the upcoming third time--Pinkie’s coat was awash with sexual fluids. Part of her was simply saying that she didn’t care, since comforting her friends was more important than silly things like hygiene. Another part of her was rather convinced that she just liked the feeling of those fluids getting all over her.

“Are you alright, Rainbow Dash?” Rarity asked softly. The pegasus did not offer much of a verbal response, but the weary smile on her face was answer enough. Instead, she hugged Pinkie back, then stumbled over to Applejack, placing her hat back on her head.

“You know I’m gonna want a dry-cleaning bill for this thing,” Applejack said with a smirk as she inspected the myriad stains on her stetson.

“Half of those stains are from your ride,” Rainbow managed to say as she flopped down next to Applejack. She let out an exhausted sigh as she finally deigned to answer Rarity’s question. “So... awesome.”

Pinkie couldn’t help but stare at the two, especially Rainbow. In her exhaustion, Rainbow had slumped down in such a way that left her hind legs spread wide. Rainbow normally would have been a little more careful about hiding herself, but considering that she had just spent a good portion of time getting completely and utterly rutted in front of a large crowd, she probably wasn’t too concerned with her friends getting a closer peek. Pinkie’s eyes seemed unable to tear themselves away from the sight of Rainbow’s thoroughly-used holes, still dribbling with the beast’s offerings. Unable to resist herself, she inched her way over to her friend. Rainbow gave her a questioning look from under the cum-soaked bangs that stuck out in every direction, but Pinkie ignored it. With a little giggle, she gave Rainbow’s bloated belly a push, causing a fair amount of tentacle cum to stream from her.

“Heehee!” Pinkie laughed. “You’re like a cream puff, Dashie!” She then pulled her hoof away from Rainbow’s belly, a strand of cum briefly keeping the two connected before dropping off. The curious pink pony rose a brow as she stared at her hoof, then slowly brought it up to her muzzle. She sniffed at it, taking in the musky scent. It was a rather intoxicating scent, so much so that her eyes rolled back from taking it in. Her eyes then darted around the room to gauge the reactions of her friends. Neither Applejack nor Rainbow seemed to be paying much attention, but Twilight’s curious gaze and the uncomfortable stares of Rarity and Fluttershy bore down on her. She glanced back at her glistening hoof. With a shrug, her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

“Pinkie Pie!” Princess Luna’s voice called out.

“Ouh! That’s me!” Pinkie squealed, interrupted from her near-tasting. She planted the dripping hoof back on the ground, then bounced towards the elevator.

"Knock ‘em dead, Pinkie Pie!" Rainbow called out.

“You got this, girl!” Applejack added, waving at her with a confident smile on her face.

“Thanks, girls!” Pinkie said, waving back as the elevator began to descend. Pinkie turned around and waved to the cheering crowd as she stepped off of the elevator and into the massive, filthy room where the monster lay in wait. She didn’t like to sound vain, but being in front of a crowd cheering for her wasn’t a completely alien situation to find herself in. Although every other part of this situation sure was.

It took a fair amount to unnerve Pinkie. Her typical philosophy of giggling at the ghosties often helped herself find calm in instances that would have scared a normal pony senseless. The sight of the gigantic tentacle monster up close and personal, though not quite as personal as it would have liked to go just yet, was enough to shake her up some. She knew the beast wasn’t looking to hurt her–quite the opposite, really–but she couldn’t help but be a bit intimidated. Her cheery, confident smile wavered, but only slightly. If she was going to get the most out of this experience, she couldn’t let a silly thing like fear stop her.

“Hi!” Pinkie said cheerfully. “I’m Pinkie Pie! What’s your name?”

The beast made a sound that was beyond comprehension. A tentacle reached out for her, much to the appreciation of the crowd, but was quickly halted and subdued by the unicorn handlers. Pinkie stared at the beast. She’d never said any word that sounded like that before. She opened her mouth, making her best attempt to imitate it.

“BLEELEEUEUUUOORORUGH!” Pinkie shouted. “Heehee...that’s kinda hard to spell. Can I just call you Bleelee?” The two handlers rolled their eyes as they got one thick tentacle ready for her to ride. She felt herself lifted up by their magic and deposited onto the thick, still-restrained tentacle. She giggled quietly; it felt so slimy and wet!

“Hi everypony!” Pinkie said cheerfully as she waved again to the eager crowd.

“Fuck that smile right off her face!” a stallion in the crowd shouted out, followed by a roar of approval from the crowd.

Pinkie crossed her eyes to glance down at her mouth. Vulgar language aside, she wasn’t sure if she liked the concept of her smile being fucked off. The last time her mouth was taken away was when Trixie was in Ponyville, and that was terrible. She couldn’t talk or sing or eat ice cream, and that was, as Rarity would say, awful, simply awful. What made it worse was that she would usually smile if she was in a bad mood, but she couldn’t even do that without a mouth! She really hoped there would be no repeat of that incident. Luckily, she was pretty positive that such a thing was impossible. And even if it were possible, why would the beast do that? If her mouth was gone, that was one less place for it to stick its tentacles! No, none of this added up at all. Pinkie had to rectify this immediately.

“No no, it’s okay!” Pinkie shouted back. “I don’t think that’s possible, and even if it was, I don’t think the beast would want to do that!” She hesitated, hoping that wasn’t too rude, then quickly added a last bit to assuage her fears. “But thanks for the suggestion!” Then she turned her attention to the tentacle that she was sitting on. Pinkie had sat on a lot of things in her lifetime, from couches to chairs to a cactus that one time that she preferred to try and forget. None of those things matched the texture of the tentacle resting beneath her butt. It was amazingly slimy and slippery, and she couldn’t help but wiggle and grind a bit on its viscous surface, much to the approval of the crowd. She felt a little twinge of pleasure as her marehood slid along the tentacle, and quickly stopped doing that when advised by the handlers not to work the beast up more than it already was. It was too bad, too, because with how nice that rubbing felt down there, she could have gone on for a few more minutes.

“Five!” Princess Luna shouted out over the loudspeaker.

Pinkie nodded. Five sounded like an appropriate number of minutes for her to continue doing that. That would give her plenty of time to really get to know the feeling and enjoy it.

“Four!”

Yeah, on second thought, four sounded a bit better. Five was probably a bit long for the crowd to just sit there and watch her do that. Besides, five minutes might have been enough to rub the slimy slime off, and that would take away from the fun.

“Three!”

Now Luna was just being silly. She’d already cut her initial suggested time nearly in half. Though Pinkie supposed that three minutes miiiiiight have been acceptable. At least more acceptable than two.

“Two!”

Pinkie had half a mind to give that silly old Luna what she had coming to her. Two minutes was....

Then it hit her. A countdown!

“One!”

Pinkie’s hooves shot out, quickly locking themselves around the tentacle. Oh, wowee, that could have been a disaster!

“Begin!”

As if a raging inferno had been lit beneath it, the tentacle burst into action. The slippery appendage thrashed in every direction, trying its best to shake its perky passenger free and really get a hold of her the way it wanted.

While watching it in action with Applejack and Rainbow Dash, Pinkie hadn’t quite realized just how difficult holding onto the tentacle would be. Sure, Dashie had slipped right off, but she figured it was a fluke. Applejack held on just fine for a really long time... though to be fair, she was a rodeo pony. Either way, though, she figured that it couldn’t possibly be too hard to hold on. But as she felt her hooves begin to slip, she figured that perhaps it was harder than she’d thought. A sudden whip to the left loosened her grip on the tentacle, and she knew she had to think fast. Just as her grip weakened, she whipped her tail out, wrapping it around the thick appendage. Her body flew off of the tentacle, but her tail held strong, snapping her back to the surface of the tentacle like a cute pink rubber band. Her belly hit the surface with a wet splat, eliciting a roar of disappointment from the sex-hungry crowd.

Pinkie took a moment to gather herself as the tentacle hesitated, the beast apparently not having expected her to stay on. The first thought that ran through her head was how ridiculously fun this was already. Her second thought was to quickly whip her tail around the tentacle and tie it in a knot, something she did with remarkable alacrity. She wasn’t the type to cheat, but as far as she knew, there was no rule against using her tail to her advantage. She was supposed to keep herself from falling to the ground, and that was all she was told.

Pinkie took a breath as the tentacle got back to moving, and as she did, the tip of her tongue fell out of her mouth, landing on the surface of the tentacle. Her ears perked up as she tasted the thick substance coating it. It had a peculiar musky taste to it, and it was simply intoxicating. Making sure to keep her grip on the tentacle strong, she began to give the tentacle a series of little licks, making happy little sounds as she lapped up the slime coating the tentacle. The beast, seeming to sense how much its rider was enjoying the taste, appeared to try for a different approach.

The previous thrashing of the tentacle that held Pinkie slowed as a second, smaller tentacle began to approach her. Pinkie looked up just in time for the new appendage to stop right by her muzzle. Pinkie crossed her eyes, looking curiously at the new challenger. It booped her nose, leaving a wet little spot on it. Pinkie couldn’t help herself, her tongue flicking up to taste what was left. She made a happy little “mmm” as she enjoyed the taste, smiling lightly.

The tentacle prodded at her lips, a bit of viscous fluid beading at the tip of it. Pinkie, her ears perking up happily, opened her mouth, allowing her new little buddy to occupy it. Her tongue darted around her mouth’s new occupant as the crowd hollered its approval. Her licking was rewarded as the tentacle pumped a shot of cum into her mouth. Pinkie found it a bit saltier than the yummy slime she’d been enjoying, but it was good all the same. Her grip on the tentacle below her began to weaken as she nursed from the one in her mouth, gulping down each new rope of cum that it saw fit to provide her with. The sound of the crowd began gradually increasing as they watched the eager pink pony drink her fill of cum, awaiting her inevitable fall.

Pinkie could barely believe the tastes that she was experiencing. She’d tasted a lot of things in her life, and this certainly wasn’t the tastiest. That title belonged to Mrs. Cake’s scrumptious double-frosted cinnamon rolls, but this was quite tasty regardless. It had this particular taste that just stuck in her mouth and kept her wanting more. She was vaguely aware of how she must have looked to the crowd as she more-than-happily sucked on the tentacle in her mouth, but she wasn’t too bothered. She wasn’t too easily embarrassed, and considering what Applejack and Dashie had been through, this wasn’t the most embarrassing thing in the world. She felt a budding wetness between her hind legs as she drank her fill. Just how arousing this whole situation was certainly wasn’t lost on her, and thinking about how the beast had its way with her friends and was looking to do the same to her had her trembling for more.

The beast had taken notice of Pinkie’s distraction, and began to move the tentacle below her a bit more. Feeling her grip loosen, it took its chance and whipped to the side. Pinkie’s hooves slipped and she quickly found herself falling. Thankfully, her tail held strong, leaving her dangling upside-down by her tail like a bat from its perch. Pinkie’s eyes went wide as she realized the predicament she was in, and the beast attempted to placate her with some more tasty cum.

Pinkie, however, was in this for the long haul. The crowd was abuzz with excitement as they waited for the pink pony to drop, but she would have none of it. She managed to pull away from the tentacle that was feeding her, its last attempted payload dripping to the floor with a wet splat instead. With a grunt, she sat up, her front hooves taking a hold of her tail. It took a few pulls, but she managed to get herself back up onto the tentacle, eliciting another round of disappointment from the overly eager crowd.

Pinkie once again wrapped her legs around the now-thrashing tentacle, glancing up at the clock. She just had to hold on for another fifteen seconds, and then she would win! With her legs and her tail secured around the tentacle, there was no way that she could be thrown off. She was positive of it. And once she was done winning, she’d have a nice celebration with the beast. After all, she didn’t want it to feel bad that it lost, and thinking about how unbelievably hot it was to watch Applejack and Dashie get rutted by it only made her desire to have the same happen to her burn brighter and brighter.

“Ten seconds left!” the announcer called out. “Will Pinkie Pie be the first to walk away without being rutted?”

Pinkie tilted her head in confusion. She tilted her head just in time to dodge a strike by the tentacle that had been in her mouth before. “Wait!” she called out. “If I last the full sixty seconds, I don’t get to have fun with Bleelee?”

“Correct!” the announcer called out in response.

Pinkie gulped as she watched the clock count down, a scant five seconds left. It only took one second for her to make her decision. Her hoof buried itself into her tail, pulling a single strand. With that pull, the knot she’d tied came loose. “Geronimo!” Pinkie shouted as she took a swan dive off of the tentacle. The crowd erupted as she splashed into a puddle of cum on the ground, the buzzer sounding and signifying her defeat.

The beast’s tentacles rushed for Pinkie once she hit the ground. Pinkie grinned widely as she saw them approaching and spread her legs wide, hoping for the best. As one of the tentacles neared her, she daintily held out one of her front hooves, as if waiting for it to be taken by a dashing, debonair prince. The tentacle hesitated momentarily, then roughly grabbed the hoof it was offered. Pinkie’s other hooves were grabbed as well, and she let out a loud “Wheee!” as she was yanked back into the air. The beast held her aloft, suspending her in midair, her legs spread in all different directions. The crowd cheered as they were given a full-on view of Pinkie’s party down below.

“Bring it on!” Pinkie said with a grin, wiggling her rump eagerly. Another tentacle approached her but made its way towards her face instead of her rear end. She giggled as the tentacle began rubbing her all over, coating her just like it had done to Dashie. She lolled her tongue out to get a taste of it, but the beast seemed insistent on letting the coating remain, instead shoving the tentacle that she’d had in her mouth before–at least she presumed it was the same one–back into her mouth. Its intrusion was a little more rough this time, forcing itself straight past her lips instead of requesting entrance. Pinkie’s eyes went wide, but quickly dulled again as the tentacle began feeding her cum once more. The crowd cheered as Pinkie began gulping down the offerings, and the cheer began to escalate into a roar as a new, thick tentacle neared her marehood.

Many seconds passed as the tentacles wove and danced around her, much like party balloons swinging back and forth in the wind. She was feeling rather impatient at their playful attitude, and she wanted nothing more than to get fucked raw just like her friends before her. “Come on, you little tease!” she said after swallowing what was in her mouth. She swatted the tentacle with a hoof, hoping that it would generate a response from the beast.

The serene, satisfied look on Pinkie’s face quickly turned to one of surprise as a thick tentacle suddenly lifted her up, flipping her over so that her stomach faced the canopy. The tentacles holding her forelegs pinned them to her chest and the ones on her hind legs spread them wider. Before she could utter a quick one-liner about getting plowed, she spotted a thicker tentacle rise from the rest a moment before it shoved itself right inside of her waiting and wet marehood, spreading her labia wide.

“Ow ow ow ow owwwieee!” Pinkie squealed, thrashing about in the tentacle’s grasp. Specks of her arousal flew everywhere with each thrust from the tentacle, mixed with small spurts of the tentacle’s cum. She tried to speak again, but her mouth was once again introduced to the tentacle and filled up. The two tentacles occupying her began to syncopate their pumping, sending Pinkie back and forth in the air. The pink party pony idly thought about herself as one of Cheese Sandwich’s accordions, but the constant pleasureful pounding at two of her three entrances didn’t allow thoughts to stick around for very long.

The tentacles in Pinkie both swelled simultaneously, the one in front filling her mouth up so much that she needed to breathe through her nose and the back one stretching her marehood to sizes she previously thought impossible. The bits of pain were a fair price to pay for the massive amounts of pleasure that the beast was giving her. Pinkie was no stranger to sex. She wasn’t doing it on a daily basis or anything, but with all the rampant partying she engaged in, it wasn’t a huge shock that she’d ended a few of her nights with some lucky stallions and/or mares. Those sexual encounters didn’t hold a candle to this. Not even the biggest of stallions could utterly wreck her slit like the beast was, and she was pretty confident that it couldn’t be spread any more.

As if the beast had heard her thoughts, a second tentacle plunged its way into Pinkie’s folds, causing a yelp to escape her throat and be muffled by the obstruction in it. Her world was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but she had to admit that the majority of it was pleasure. The tentacle in her mouth, apparently no longer interested in just the space it was occupying, began to push itself down even further, working its way into the tight confines of her throat. Pinkie began to gag, but a few swallows calmed her gag reflex down. She let out a muffled “mmm” as the tentacles kept their work up. This felt just as good as it had looked when she saw the beast having its way with Applejack and Dashie, and all she could think about at the moment was how wonderful it felt to be suspended in the air in front of a wild crowd and viciously spit-roasted.

Pinkie found herself brought to her first of what was sure to be numerous orgasms, squealing around the obstruction in her mouth and throat as her own juices mixed with those created by the beast. The crowd cheered as the mare climaxed, then buzzed in confusion as a burst of confetti erupted from behind her, covering the tentacles in her marehood with colorful shreds of paper. If Pinkie were able to do so, she would have likely made a comment about how she’d forgotten she’d put that in there, but even if her mouth wasn’t occupied, she was hardly in a position to get words out.

Pinkie breathed heavily through her nose, the waves of pleasure rippling throughout her body. Her pleasure was only heightened as the beast rewarded her climax with a torrent of cum in both of her holes, pumping her full enough that she felt ready to burst. A small dribble of it even managed to drip out of one of her nostrils. Pinkie’s eyes rolled back, figuring that this was everything the beast had in store for her. She took a few moments to try and clear her head, a task made difficult by the afterglow of her orgasm. Her belly was already feeling a bit bloated from all the cum she’d drank, and a part of her felt a little disappointed that so much of it had been pumped directly down her throat and into her belly, depriving her of the chance to taste it. One part of her sex-addled mind was even trying to whip up a use for the beast’s special sauce in a future baking project.

Pinkie relaxed a bit more as the tentacle in her throat pulled out with a little pop, remaining in her mouth but giving her poor esophagus a few moment’s rest. The tentacles holding her front hooves to her chest suddenly stretched them back out again, but not too roughly. Her eyes caught sight of a couple of smaller appendages approaching her. She tensed up, anticipating another penetration, but the beast had something else in mind for her. The smaller tentacles quickly shot under her forelegs, brushing playfully right where they connected to her body. Pinkie was certainly surprised; were they tickling her? If that was the beast’s intent, then it was certainly succeeding, and another set began tickling her belly as Pinkie burst into peals of laughter. She squealed around the tentacle in her mouth, struggling and attempting to flail and escape but completely unable to do so. Pinkie had been certain that the beast only intended to rut her and nothing else, but it seemed to be just full of surprises. And cum. Surprises and cum. Cumprises! That word made her giggle even more as she was relentlessly tickled.

Pinkie felt yet another tentacle begin to stroke her mane as she was tickled, adding a level of comfort to the whole thing, as if the beast was trying to help her feel more comfortable. The bizarre combination of the tickling, the comfort of the stroking, and the pleasure of the two tentacles still squirming inside her marehood–although currently more gently than they had been–was the most wonderfully odd thing Pinkie had felt in a good, long time. She couldn’t figure out how anypony could be scared of a beast that was making her feel so, so good.

The tickling and stroking eventually slowed, then stopped. Pinkie took a few moments to catch her breath, figuring that her treatment was done with. As it turned out, though, the beast wasn’t quite done with her yet, not by a longshot, and Pinkie was in no position nor mood to complain. The tentacles acted fast, whirling Pinkie around in mid-air until her belly was facing the floor. Her legs were pushed together until all four hooves met while another tentacle wrapped itself around the base of her tail, pulling it out of the way. Pinkie was now effectively bent over in the air and the beast was more than happy to take advantage of that position. The appendage in her mouth began pumping cum into her again, and a new tentacle emerged, heading towards the one hole that hadn’t been used yet.

Pinkie had been with a couple stallions in the past, but never before had one tried going at her through the back door. She’d heard about ponies doing it even before witnessing the beast do just that to her friends earlier, but she’d never gone and tried it herself. Her baby-blue eyes shot wide open as the thick tentacle introduced her to the concept, thankfully amply-lubed as it teased her pucker. She clenched down, hoping that would dissuade the tentacle from entering her back there, but alas, it was all for naught. A particularly delightful thrust from the tentacle fucking her pussy made her lose focus for just one moment, and that was all the tentacle needed. It squirmed against her asshole then slipped inside, making Pinkie squeal.

The shock caused her to begin to choke on the cum that had filled her mouth. Her eyes filled with panic, but the beast acted quickly, wrapping a tentacle around her midsection and giving her a little squeeze to help clear her throat. The tentacles working her went so far as to retract from inside her as it waited for Pinkie’s coughing to cease, the bunch of cum she’d been choking on flying from her muzzle and falling with a splat to the ground below. Pinkie eventually caught her breath again, shook her dripping head out, and smiled sweetly to the beast.

“Thanks!” Pinkie said. A single tentacle patted her on the head, causing her to giggle weakly. Then she wiggled her rump. “Alright everypony, back to work! Mouthy, get back in here! Rick and Morty, don’t forget to focus on the clit! Plotmaster, that was a good introduction but I need you to follow through! Don’t give up just because it’s tight! You’re performing like tentacles! Let’s turn it up to eleventacles!”

If the beast had eyes (which it very well might have; Pinkie was held too securely in place to attempt to get a closer look), it likely would have been rolling them by this point at Pinkie’s assertiveness. Without another moment’s hesitation, the tentacles simultaneously plunged back inside Pinkie, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from the pink party pony. Pinkie found herself stuffed once again, wonderfully stuffed. The one in her rump took some getting used to, but once the initial pain wore off, she was more than able to enjoy the immense pleasure of her tailhole’s thick occupant as it rammed into her over and over again. Pinkie’s eyes rolled back into her head as she was relentlessly pounded from both ends. She was beginning to get to the point where she was wondering if she could ever enjoy regular sex again after experiencing this. Perhaps she’d have to find out where this carnival was going after it left Ponyville…

Pinkie suddenly felt a new set of tentacles join in on the fun. The new, smaller tentacles danced down her body, then dove between her hind legs, settling down on her teats. As opposed to the rough treatment that the ones inside her were giving her, these new ones were as gentle as can be, massaging the sensitive flesh tenderly. Pinkie had been sure going into this that all the beast cared about was having its way with her and her friends, but it had made it quite obvious that its partners’ comfort was also important to it. She let out a happy squeak into the obstruction in her mouth. Nopony had ever given this much attention to her teats like this, usually too focused on the main event. Yet this giant tentacle beast was attentive enough to wrap its appendages around them, gently flicking at them with their tips.

A moment later, they switched things up a bit. The smaller tentacles suddenly latched onto her teats and started sucking, much like a foal would do. This made Pinkie’s hind legs buck uncontrollably, the tentacles’ actions pushing her nearer to another orgasm. Suddenly, she felt another tentacle push against her balloon knot, then slip inside, joining the slightly thicker one already fucking her there. She clenched down in response, but that seemed to only make the tentacles more eager. The ones playing in her folds started pistoning in and out of her, faster and faster until she was moaning like a slut in heat with each and every thrust.

Pinkie felt a new tentacle start scratching her behind the ear. For some reason, throughout the intense fucking she was getting, the beast wanted to comfort her. She didn’t know why it was showing her such kindness, but she knew one thing: if she didn’t let it do what it wanted to her, there’d be consequences. So she let it play with her ears. It wasn’t like she really wanted to object much to that anyway. She closed her eyes and moaned as it scratched her in just the right spot, making her front left leg twitch and tremble.

Before she knew what was happening, all of the tentacles suddenly picked up their pace, fucking her with everything they had. They pushed her all the way up to the edge of release then shoved her to the floor, holding her in the classic position of a mare in heat: head down, rump up, hind legs spread, and tail flicked to the side. The tentacle in her muzzle squirted more cum into her mouth, which she was forced to swallow, then it plunged back down into her throat, using the cum she’d just gulped down as lubricant. Her eyes half-lidded, she smiled as she felt her throat bulge outwards, the tentacle pumping her stomach full of cum. The warmth blossoming in her tummy was nearly what she needed to cum, but something held her back.

Suddenly, the tentacles keeping her hind legs spread suddenly lifted her rear up in the air while another tentacle pushed her head further into the sand. Pinkie winced as the tentacles fucking her marehood and rump became rougher, pounding into her harder and harder in an effort to get her to cum once more for the crowd. She had to close one eye just so that she wouldn’t get cum in it, for the cum puddle she was in was at least a few inches deep.

The tentacles kept her perched on the edge for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was more like twenty seconds. Suddenly, a tentacle latched onto her swollen clitoris and started sucking, finally pushing her over the edge. Pinkie squealed, her body bucking against her will as she came. Wave after wave of endless pleasure crashed upon her mind, making all conscious thought cease as she was pumped full of cum. Another burst of confetti accompanied her climax. Nopony could really explain where it came from, but nopony was trying to.

Nearly a minute passed with her in such a state. Cum dripped from her orifices, her stomach was bloated with the beast’s creamy icing, and her body felt pleasantly numb. Each tentacle slipped out of her, one by one until she lay by herself in the dirt, covered with tentacle cum like her friends before her. Her mane was heavy with cum, making it lay limply across the back of her neck. The crowd roared and applauded the sight they’d just witnessed. Hearing the sounds of joy made Pinkie smile a very weak smile. Seeing ponies happy because of her was all she ever wanted, after all.

As she lay there panting, she felt a sole tentacle slip under her belly. It picked her up then gently placed her on her side on the lift. She looked up to the beast, her gaze exhausted but happy. The tentacle poked her belly softly, tracing along it and clearing a bit of its cum off until it had drawn a little happy face on her bloated midsection. Pinkie looked down at herself and giggled softly. She gave a weak wave at the beast, and much to her surprise, one of the tentacles waved back at her as the lift began to rise.