The Tentacle Rodeo

Rarity watched pensively as Twilight ascended on the lift, frowning over her mane, matted with semen in sticky splotches and her messy, frazzled coat. Dear Celestia, we’re all going to need a week’s worth of spa treatments after all this... she thought. Upon hearing a roar come from the pit, her eyes flicked over to the tentacled creature. Its tendrils whipped through the air with surprising ferocity, flicking semen over those in the first few rows of the stands.

The lift finally reached the top with a dull thud, revealing the panting and cum-soaked form of Princess Twilight. She was almost entirely covered in tentacle cum, and, just like her friends before her, had gotten fucked so well that both of her holes were still open. Her stomach was swollen from the sheer amount of cum that had been pumped into it, leaving her looking like she was seven months pregnant.

“Whooo Twilight!” Pinkie screamed in approval. “That was so much better than me.”

The white unicorn raised a hoof to her mouth, her breath coming in short pants. “How in Equestria can you have so much energy after being rutted senseless?” Whatever Pinkie’s excited answer, it fell on deaf ears; for Rarity’s attention had been drawn to the beast again and to the crowd, whose cries for the next contestant grew louder, even after such a short hiatus.

The heart in her breast pounded, forcing her to take a heated breath. Every fibre of her being was telling her to bug out before it was too late. All of the training through her youth, adolescence, and adulthood had taught her that this was wrong, that a lady is always to be available and always to be ready to marry and to gain the satisfaction of a stallion, but that she was never to allow the easy perception of her availability. A lady keeps her desires to herself.

She began to back away, ready to bolt towards the door and run home to safety. But the little voice in her head stopped her there. Relax, Rarity, it told her. You are a lady of your word, and you’re going to see this through. Her panting breathing slowed, and she looked back to Twilight, forcing herself to look upon her potential fate and meet it head on. A promise to a princess, she resolved, is the highest good any mare can keep. Princess Luna planned this; whatever happens isn’t under my control anymore. But, as Celestia as my witness, I will control how I see this through to the end.

“How do you feel, Twilight?” she asked the quivering mare as she walked over to her. She couldn’t help but watch with wide eyes as a few droplets of tentacle cum trickled down Twilight’s legs. Her friend’s hind legs would not stop trembling, and as she gazed at her friend, she noted that there was a small string of cum hanging from the tip of her horn. She heard Twilight start talking, but she didn’t pay much attention due to the fact that she was oddly attracted to watching that bit of cum swing back and forth.

“...but overall, I’m pleasantly exhausted, Rarity,” Twilight responded, putting a hoof to her stomach. Twilight’s horn lit up with the little magic she must have had left. She grunted as she pressed in on her bloated stomach and then looked a little relieved as a liberal amount of the beast’s seed dribbled down her rear legs. “You just won’t believe how much sperm I had to ingest.”

The whole scene made Rarity’s own stomach a little queasy at the thought. She blinked and shook her head free of the feeling. “But, darling, you just look so … so…” she paused, repressing a quiver. “Ich.” The guttural sound, one much like clearing one’s throat, was all that she could manage. Twilight smelled strongly of something both sweet and a bit salty, leaving her to wonder how much of the cum was hers in relation to the monster’s.

“It’ll be fine, Rarity. I’ve actually read a few scientific papers that suggest semen is good for your coat.”

Typical Twilight. Taken advantage of and covered in sexual juices and she’s still talking about her studies... Hehe, the benefits of being a cum dumpster...

Suddenly, Rarity’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she heard the announcer call her name out. Slowly, obedient to the clamor of the crowd rising in volume, she made her way to the platform which would bring her into the arena. Even now, she had the jitters; a life’s worth of keeping everything clean and in perfect order made even surveying this scene disheartening. The dusty ground was covered in cum and battered with uneven holes where the beast and its opponents had repeatedly beat the ground. A closer look at the beast made her tremble, not for its power, but for its grotesque face, eyeless and dripping with the sleek sheen of its own fluids.

The scent of arousal and desire strengthened as Rarity neared the ground, and she held her nose up high over the repugnant scent. She stepped off the platform, gingerly trying to find her footing in the icky muck, delicately placing her quivering hooves in just the right place to move forward along the sand without getting her well-shined hooves too filthy. But as the handlers forced the creature looming before her down, she hesitated. The beast’s many tentacles waved in the air, not menacing, but in rhythm. It seemed to taunt her, jeering and telling her she was going to be taken quickly. She heard the crowd calling out in agreement. She sensed that the beast wanted to claim her as its own, but she was more than determined to make sure that wouldn’t happen. Besides, she had a reputation as a fine lady to uphold, and fine ladies do not get fucked like sluts in front of cheering crowds.

“Yeah, fuck her right in the pussy!” Rarity heard one stallion yell from the other end of the arena.

Hmph! Well, that was a bit rude, but I do suppose that will happen eventually, given my luck and finesse with outdoor sports...

“Hey you! Yeah, you down there!” Rarity tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from but was unable to do so. “Your pretty little mane is gonna be soaked through with spunk when the beast is done with you!”

Reality started to sink in. Oh, Luna, they’re right; it’s going to get all in my mane! Oh, why oh why did I shampoo three times this morning rather than the usual two? She took a step back, but where could she run? Those slimy tentacles were just going to get her and rub their ickiness all over her clean coat. She was going to end up like Twilight and everypony else who’d gone into the ring. It was going to caress her and ravish her and make her orgasm like no stallion could ever dream of....

Rarity blinked, flashing her long eyelashes. Her body felt warm now, and she suddenly realized that in a moment, her hoof had nearly reached back to where her privates lay. Her lady bits even felt a little moist at this sensory overload. In some sick, twisted way, did she actually want this?

Her marehood was going from moist to soaked at just the thought. With Sweetie Belle in the Boutique for so long, she had, had to neglect her bedroom habits. How long had it been since she last came? Days, weeks, months? Yes, she finally concluded, as her legs shook even more. As the unicorn handlers waited for seconds, she fought the urge to fondle herself now. Oh, but she’d get more than that soon. I’m half tempted to just jump off right at the beginning... she fantasized. The dirtiest images filled her mind. Yes, it’s going to rut me straight in my marehood and then facefuck me like the dirty slut I am, and…

In the span of a few moments her flight response had suddenly changed to something completely new. Again, during her mental reverie, she noticed her hoof automatically reaching back to her lady folds, which she was sure were now flowering to expose their pink petals. This time, though, she didn’t seem to care. Having forgotten the crowd, she was only focused on the beast and its slimy, phallic appendages. Maybe I won’t give in so quickly, she mused as her hoof reached close to her sheath. Maybe I’ll put up a fight like Opal on bath day, and it’ll have to hold me down, like everypony else. No stallion’s ever done that before. No, it’s always Rarity that does the chasing... She withheld a gasp as her hoof brushed over her slit. It came away moist and a little sticky. Oh, she was ready alright...

“Hey, slut, quit masturbating and let’s start the show!” the cry came from one in the audience.

Rarity stopped cold, now realizing what she had done in the heat of the moment. Looking up, she could barely see from the blinding lights that shone down on her from above the audience members. They were ogling her, some with their hooves in inappropriate places. But that voice sounded so familiar, she looked around for a second and suddenly spotted a face she knew. A coat of pink with a violet mane, colors she knew well.

Suri Polomare.

She thought perhaps her face couldn’t get any redder, but it certainly did in that moment. There that vixen was staring her down with that haughty grin of hers; and here she was about to pleasure herself in front of a whole crowd like some common whore, who couldn’t control herself in the slightest. Again, her heart began to beat heavier, but not in fear or lust this time. A scowl grew over her face as she guessed what Suri and a hundred other jealous mares might have been thinking. What would Fancy Pants say if he knew about this? Celestia forbid him actually being here. Fire kindled in her eyes, and a cold flame went under her coat, with goosebumps appearing just under her tidy fur. This beast will not make a whore out of me! she screamed in her head. Grinding her teeth, she wanted nothing more than to shout at the crowd for its lewd jeers against her. She faced the creature again, as a lady this time, no common mare.

One of the beast’s handlers, who was mostly oblivious to Rarity’s thoughts, as well as the rest of the audience, called out, “Ma’am, we do need to get this show on the road. Do you want us to lift you, or—”

“IT IS ON!” Rarity cried out as she suddenly raced towards her subdued adversary. With a flash of her horn and with her great skill in precision from long years of dressmaking, a focused pocket of magic appeared under her hooves. With a well-timed spring of her bent haunches, she catapulted herself several feet off the ground, just high enough for her to latch onto the top of the tendril. Then, with the little amount of strength allotted to her tiny body and the great rush of adrenaline and determination that had seized her, she heaved herself up to the part of the tentacle where many of her friends had sat. And though her precious flanks and barrel already had to endure the stickiness of the creature’s slime, she welcomed the stains on her fur, knowing that circumstance wouldn’t make her lose control.

Seeing that she was firmly established on the tentacle, the timer at the arena’s front flashed to a new sixty seconds followed by the sound of a door shutting blaring over the speakers for dramatic effect. The crowd thundered in approval. With the announcer's prompting, in one voice, they began the countdown to the start. “Five! Four! Three! Two! One! GO!”

With the beast quickly freed, Rarity felt herself rising, and in a flash, she was being rocketed up. With the strength of the large beast, even given all the determination she had, she couldn’t help but scream like a filly, “Aaaaaaahh!” The tentacle trashed to the side and the unicorn felt herself slide a little at the force. Another powerful, whipping motion from the creature made her almost lose her grip, but still she held on just barely. She threw herself forward, gripping onto the tendril with all fours for dear life, all the while sounding the most expert damsel-in-distress shriek a mare could muster.

The beast crashed down, low to the ground, making her stomach lurch. And while she breathed hard, there was a half-second pause when the bucking stopped. Rarity spoke to herself aloud. “I have a feeling this cannot be— EEP!” she squealed as a poking motion from behind suddenly jabbed her in her most private area. Instantly, she let go, helpless to stop herself and tumbled to the ground into a small puddle of semen. And the crowd burst out laughing immediately. Rarity’s eyes shot over to the timer, which was stopped at fifty-five seconds. I only lasted five seconds?!

“Hey, that sir, was cheating!” she yelled at the beast. But no sooner had she spouted this accusation did her face stretch long in surprise. “Oh, dear,” she said as two secondary tentacles rushed out towards her. She rose to her hooves immediately and skipped away, escaping the range of one narrowly. Her horn charged with the energy she practiced in sewing all day, and struck the tendril with force hard enough to let her evade it too with another pinkie-like hop. The wind from its swipe ruffled her long mane.

The game was over, she told herself. But looking over and seeing that the primary tentacle was still there, she knew that she still had a chance to save her honor as a lady if not her glory in winning this event. With a burst of speed, she galloped towards the main appendage with the wind in her eyes and her pretty fetlocks being defiled with white liquids. Three more tentacles lunged behind her, but they were tinier than the rest; and sensing them, she batted them away like pesky flies. And with another flash of blue energy, she leapt for the main tentacle which was held out for her like a prize.

But as soon as her front hooves grasped the top, she shrieked out again in pure shock when another tendril grabbed her by her hoof; and with a down-pulling motion force that far outmatched her ability to keep purchase on the slippery surface, she fell down again and braced herself for impact. But, much to her surprise, she fell on something smooth and fleshy which cushioned her descent. Her eyes went wide again as she realized she had fallen straight into a terrible trap, a bed of the beast’s tendrils waiting for her fall. She sprang up at first notice, but the one holding onto her already caused her to trip and fall on her face again. And she gasped as the slime-covered bed seemed to be folding up on both sides of her. Oh, this is it...

She shook and jerked at the constricting attacker around her rear leg. “Get off of me you filthy thing,” she commanded as her horn again came to her aid, striking the tentacle with the piercing pressure of a sewing needle. Weak as her attack was from her lack of magical training, the tendril did not release her. Even as she tugged and pulled herself away in a panic, the nest of tendrils closed around, rolling up from her left side and constricting around her. Her fore hooves were braced against her chest as cool slime encased her, covering her back and chest all the way down so that only her rear hooves and head were free.

Held flat with her stomach facing the floor, she was almost completely immobilized. She wiggled and thrashed these rear hooves, squealing again; but grew more docile and contracted as the tendrils firmly established her prison. Wet juices intermingled with her fur and wet her coat all the way down, making it stick and dampen under the mass of beastly flesh. And to make things worse, Rarity felt the one which had caught her originally crawl like a growing vine around her leg. Soon it reached her thigh. Thereafter, it reached her pelvis.

She retched as the feeling of these icky juices climbed up her feminine form, and made a week’s work of bathing worth nothing. But for all her disgust, her level of cleanliness now was the least of her worries. The tendril below slowly worked its way to where she knew it was going. It stroked her thigh, sensually making her now feel dirtier than she already was. It lingered there, while the voices of the crowd shouted out, many egging it on, others just hollering in approval.

She gasped as it brushed over her lady folds, shaking in great anticipation, now aware that there was no stopping the sure course of events. It rubbed over her pussy again, causing her to moan as it bumped against her clitoris, which was winking out now. And another slid over her other thigh and found the same area. With two tentacles now stroking and massaging the outside of her marehood, she was now certain she had flowered completely and that her exposed pussy was sopping wet and presented for everypony to see. Her face flushed again. The beast had her wriggling and squirming now, as her body betrayed her. These were not foolhardy attempts to escape, but her body’s visually asking for more. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head as she panted.

“Mmph?!” She regretted opening her mouth a moment too late, for a tentacle had just shoved its way inside, past her parted lips. Another tentacle coiled its way up her neck then forced her head to look towards the sky, making her throat align with her mouth in one straight line. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the tentacle running over her tongue press itself up against the entrance to her throat. Her eyes went cross-eyed as she watched the tentacle swell up just outside her lips, sealing her mouth shut.

Not a moment later, she felt the tentacle start leaking cum from its tip. Her eyes darted all over the place and her ears flicked back, for she knew exactly what the beast wanted her to do: swallow. Doing so would allow the tentacle easy access to her throat, and she was defiant to not allow that to happen. She remained firm in her vain belief as her mouth was filled all the way to the brim. As her cheeks puffed out from the sheer amount of cum, Rarity tried to push some of out from around the seal but quickly found that that was not an option.

Since Rarity refused to swallow the beast’s cum, she left the beast no choice. Rarity’s cheeks hurt from being stretched so much, but she refused to give in. The tentacles playing with her rear end kept on doing just that, teasing and brushing against her pussy incessantly, never providing her any real pleasure. As she watched, two tentacles just a bit thicker than the pencils schoolfillies use danced their way up to her face. She knew exactly what their purpose was, and she glared at them in hate, praying that her expression would halt the tentacles in their path.

The tentacles paid her mood no mind as they danced all over her face, tickling her behind her ears. They scratched her in just the right place, making her hind leg thump up against the floor much like a dog who just got a ticklish belly rub. She relaxed under their ministrations for the briefest of moments before she snapped back to reality. I cannot let this mere beast lull me into a false sense of security... Oh, what a sight I must be right now... A mouthful of cum and a pussy as wet as a used mop during a flood... That thought alone made another few drops of her arousal seep from her needy slit, only to be caught by the tentacles taking care of her back there.

Another few moments passed like this, then Rarity sensed their mood change. Gone was the friendly playfulness of the smaller tentacles. Now, they were replaced by a more sinister look as they slowly but surely swept through the air, wrapping around her neck. She felt them tighten a bit, and as she wondered if they were going to try and choke her, their tips dove into her nostrils, blocking off all air.

Rarity’s eyes went wide as she struggled to breathe in through her nose. She had not expected this, not in the slightest. A sole tear slipped from her eye as she felt her lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen. She wasn’t crying because she was about to get fucked. No, in fact, she was quite looking forward to that part. The reason why that had happened was that she was shocked that the beast would resort to such simple and barbaric ways of getting what it wanted. No mind games, just brute strength.

Rarity simply glared at the tentacles, indignant that she was being forced to do the one thing that she didn’t want to. On the other hoof, she wondered what would happen if she swallowed. No doubt the tentacle poised, ready to dive down her throat, would thrust itself inside her, lubed by the cum currently occupying her mouth. Suddenly, she felt a rather thick tentacle press up against her marehood while two small tentacles pulled her labia apart, leaving her vagina defenseless against the coming onslaught. It held in place, unmoving as it spread her entrance just enough for her to squirm under its power.

Rarity’s lungs burned for air. She knew that if she waited any longer, she’d probably pass out, and fine ladies such as herself do not pass out. So with that thought in mind, she gave in, but she was woefully unprepared for what happened. As soon as she swallowed the first bit of cum, the tentacle in her mouth lunged forward, penetrating her throat. The crowd roared their approval, especially when her throat bulged outwards. The tentacles blocking her nostrils pulled back, letting Rarity struggle to pull air into her lungs.

Right when the tentacle in her throat pulled back for another thrust, the tentacle poised at her pussy’s entrance thrust forward, wriggling and pushing its way all the way inside of her in one thrust. Rarity’s eyes went wide as it filled her very core, pushing her arousal to heights she never knew existed. It seemed, to her at least, that the gratuitous amount of foreplay had put her in such a state that such a simple act could grant her so much pleasure.

Rarity squirmed and futilely tried to stand up, to get into a more comfortable position. Much to her surprise, the tentacle that was coiled around her neck loosened, allowing her to briefly move and stretch her neck before her mouth was getting fucked again. Before she knew it, the tentacle pistoning in and out of her pussy thrust all the way back in and lifted her rump up in the air, just enough for her hind legs to find solid ground. Tentacles wrapped around her hind legs, holding them in place while another tentacle pinned her neck and head to the ground in the classic position.

Another tentacle yanked her cum-filled tail to the side, giving her no mercy as she was fucked senseless by the tentacle. The one in her mouth shot more of its cum inside of her throat then thrust itself back inside in time with the one fucking her pussy. Rarity lay limp under the tentacles that draped themselves across her back, keeping her pinned in place. There was nothing she could do except accept her fate as this beast’s plaything.

As her orgasm started to grow, Rarity felt another smaller tentacle wind its way up her left hind leg then prod her butt hole. Her eyes shot open wide as she felt it prod her puckered hole, for she had never let anypony back there, even herself. Ladies do not mess around with the bits that move waste from the body, so she had never explored herself back there. Hnng... I hope it won’t hurt too terribly... If she could have bit her bottom lip, she would have done so from the anticipation of what was sure to come. In her fully-aroused state, she almost wanted the beast to take her in both holes and ravage her in front of this whole crowd.

The new tentacle pressed its head up against her tight hole then pushed in a bit, stretching her hole for the very first time. It didn’t move in further, like she had expected it too. Instead, it slid back out, squirted a small amount of cum on her hole, then pressed forward again, just a tiny bit further this time. Rarity felt it swell up, making her cringe and clench down on the intruders. It seemed that the tentacles sensed her discomfort, for the tentacle toying with her ass softened, then before she could say the word ‘apples’, it thrust a few inches into her then started pumping her with its seed.

Rarity gasped as the warmth spread throughout her rear. The other tentacles nearly forgotten, all of her focus went to the one playing with her butt. She had never felt anything so glorious before, making her wonder exactly what she was missing out on by not playing with her ass the way a true slut would. Once she started feeling a bit full, the tentacle yanked itself out, letting all the cum in her ass leak out over the tentacle fucking her pussy. Rarity moaned around the tentacle fucking her mouth as she felt the warmth from the cum spread along the tentacle slowly fucking her pussy.

It came in my ass... now its cum is leaking into my pussy... Rarity thought with a hazy mind. The pleasure blossoming from her marehood was nearing the point where it was too much to handle. Her hind legs twitched on their own, and Rarity knew for a fact that if the tentacles weren’t supporting her, she’d have fallen long ago. As the last bit of cum dripped from her ass, the tentacle shoved its way back in, giving her another dose of its cum.

It was only now, as she was becoming hypersensitive in every part of her body, that Rarity began to hear the sound of her own muffled squeals, becoming louder and louder with every passing second of glorious pleasure. The tentacle in her ass ceased to be easy on her now and was pushing deeper in, filling her up completely. As it thrust further into her tight rosebud, her squeals turned into shrieks, all plugged up and garbled by the large phallus pumping in her throat. The feeling of all her holes being completely full, even her tail hole, which no one had ever touched, made her feel so dirty.

And like the dirty slut she was slowly believing to become, she was certainly getting off to the ministrations. The warmth growing in her marehood was quickly coming to its peak and she thought it would drive her mad. The tentacle in her behind quivered mid-thrust and shook. “Mmmph?” she moaned questioningly, as if she didn’t know what was coming. A gushy and warm feeling filled up her bum as that tentacle came deep inside of her with a liberal load. Another came quickly.

The extremity of the thought was like a blow to the head. Its cum is deep inside me. Oh, and there’s so much of it… It was all too much for the mare to take at once. Suddenly, to top it all off, there was a quiver coming from the tentacle, filling every gap in her pussy. And it too came hard. She could feel it, knowing the disgusting seed was going to stay deep inside. And still a lot more leaked out and dripped down her legs onto the ground.

Her cries grew terribly loud now as this finally pushed her over the edge. The ecstatic joy in her pussy built up like a rocket ready to take off. And with every inch of little free movement she had left she wiggled and thrust against the tentacles thrusting in and out still of her well used rear holes. She was panting and groaning and moaning as an icy flame in her pussy ignited and fired the rocket. Her body shook in trembling quakes as the hardest, most intense cum session of her life struck her. Her throaty moans were blocked out from a fountain of cum that issued straight into her stomach from the one pummeling her throat even as her lady juices spewed out of her. The pussy pounding tendril still worked away, despite the intense grip that her rosebush had on it, gripping and milking more and more cum out.

She thought she had blacked out for a moment there, as the pleasure reached its height, and there was no way to distinguish what was fucking where, or which way was up or down. All she felt was the purest form of raw joy, assaulting the pleasure centers of her brain. Even as she came down, her eyes stayed at the top of her head, unfocused and uninterested. Drool pooled from out of her lips and dripped down to mingle in the liberal amount of cum on her chin and on the floor below. Even as conscious thought returned to her, all the tentacles continued a monotonous, slow fucking.

I just let myself be fucked silly by a beast in the middle of a room full of sexually aroused spectators … what have I become? Her thoughts were interrupted as the tentacle in front unleashed another meal of hot, sticky seed into her stomach, which was now very full and starting to show. Tears came to her eyes, stronger than before, and she shook. She cried softly, knowing that none of the spectators cared. I’m just a common slut who can’t get enough of this. Her body racked with sobs, audible and pitiable to anyone with a heart. Here she was, her mane covered in white, dirty seed, and her coat stained and sticky with semen and tentacle slime. Her legs and barrel were sitting in a pool of her own juices and even more of the deepening puddle of sex juices. Now she really was a complete slut.

But she opened her shut eyes quickly, and began furiously thrusting her delicate derriere into the tentacles behind her. Yes, you disgusting beast! she shouted in muffled, unintelligible speech. I’m a filthy no-good slut, who needs a good fucking. I need to be screwed up my bum again. What are you waiting for? She needed more. She needed to be soaked in its cum, to have her pretty, white coat bathed in it and have to swallow everything it made her take, and her beautiful well-kept mane dripping with semen.

Seeming to sense her greatly renewed vigor, the beast gave her exactly what she wanted and started rutting her with considerably more oomph. Every tentacle, big and fat as it was, spread her wide open and pushed as deep inside as it could reasonably go. All she heard were the wet sloshing sounds emanating from her pussy dripping with that ambrosial mix of her own arousal and the gratuitous deal of cum that was leaking out. Her head was pressed down by each push, braced against the sand. Every so often, any one of them would discharge yet another and yet another load into her already well used holes.

If she felt full before, she felt bloated now; but she couldn’t care less. Every thought issuing from the deepest, darkest regions of her twisted mind and every tiny motion from the pounding tentacles made her pussy positively throb with ecstasy. A continual moan was coming from her mouth, punctuated every time the little, tertiary tendrils would tickle her clitoris or caress her sensitive cutie mark. One curled around her horn and started stroking it and making her lose control of the occasional magical burst. Who knew that she had so many naughty spots? Even her horn made her wince and sputter. She thought she would actually cum out of that if that were in any way possible, with the pleasure building up there.

To put the icing on the cake, she sensed the sound of the waving tendrils overhead and a shuttering. Splack! A warm load of cum splattered all over her back. Oh, Dear Celestia, it’s everywhere! she thought, quivering as she felt it drip down her back and onto the floor. The absence of the warm cum sent a shiver down her back, making her yearn for another warm coating. She didn’t have to wait long, for another one fell from above and covered her sumptuous behind and dripped over her cutie mark, making her smile grow. She flinched and almost had a fit when a liberal amount hit her mane and dripped down her face. It’s covering me with cum! she screamed in her mind. That’s it. more. more. MORE! It hung off her nose and chin and lingered there all the while.

The beast obliged her in every possible way. Again, the tentacles in all of her tight, female orifices spewed large gushes in all her holes. Her stomach was begging for a rest, but she couldn’t care less. Her pulsating, pink pussy leaked out almost the whole load, being full, and her lovely tail hole received another fountain, the whole of which it would and did take. And the tentacles above, however many there were spewed again and again, covering every part of her with strand after strand of that glorious warm, white goo that proved to everypony in attendance that she was a slut. All that mattered to her now was cumming again as all the tentacles ramped up in speed, fucking her furiously with ease because of no shortage of lubrication.

Some of the runnier bits dripped over her soft lips, and much of it she felt weighing down her perfect, curled tail. She could taste the salty tangy flavor, lingering in her mouth from the initial dribble that had lubricated her throat, and the fresh taste from new cum through her lips. Her breath was raspy and each one was heated. The sheer amount of cum leaking below rose up to a pool that covered her chin, and much ran down to warm her entire underside. Her eyes merely rolled up and stared as far up as she could, which was only the wall of the arena. The blush in her face had not left. For her, the jeers and cries from the crowd were no longer audible. All that remained was the steady, ‘schlick, schlick, schlick’ of her pussy and the ‘plop, plop, plop,’ of her rear.

The sensory overload, all the chaos of trying to tell what was happening and what she wanted more of was indeed too much for her, so she just let go. The external world was never hers to control; but now, as the tentacles from above ruined her coat, mane, and tail again, she focused on herself, choosing willfully to enjoy it all, rather than whine over the muck. The fire again built in her pussy, a desire that begged for release. And only the harder, more powerful, deeper thrusts from the beast could release it all. She moaned, again, moaned harder, trying to communicate her demand, her need. As always, they obeyed, anything for the cum slut. The tentacle in her stomach loaded her up again; and her marehood throbbed as the flow from her ass ran over her pussy and clitoris again.

The pressure building in her horn, the continuous stroking from the tendril there, became all too much. A fountain of magic shot from her lovely horn, sending dribbles of cum flying along with it, while she wailed extra loud. Did I just have an orgasm out my horn? she asked herself. It wasn’t as strong as the one from before, but it certainly was in the family of an orgasm. And this was only the beginning. She felt the real thing building up, it’s progress jumping every time her clitoris was flicked or another wad of cum sprayed on the rim of her plugged butt hole.

“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph,” was her continuous begging plea for more of everything as she neared the peak of joy. Lightning was added to the mix this time, with fire and ice as she ramped up, whenever a tentacle from above dared to point down and cum directly onto her face. All of the thrusting appendages shoved themselves all the way in to the end of her limits and came again all at once. And this for her was the last straw. They called her orgasm up from the depths of her being, out of that same, slutty, naughty place which banished all and any care for her being a lady’s lady. With all eyes on her, she began a torrent of loud, mare-ish and sexy squeals, as she bumped her behind back against the tendrils.

It came before she could ask. A force like thunder, firing out of her pussy, a quake strengthened by every tentacle that assaulted each of her holes. Her tail, even weighed down by a ton of cum, went stiff along with every part of her body as she screamed her lungs out, a scream that could be heard loud over the tendril in her throat. Her legs were ramrod stiff as every single nanometer of her body was wrapped in ecstasy and cum. And it seemed to last forever, not ending and in fact intensifying by more thrusts and more loads of hot, seed inside and out.

Finally, she let go, completely giving all power she had to stay up to the beast, which was holding her from falling. She could feel everything in her post-orgasmic state. Each individual strand of seed as it had fell upon her. Every drop falling, leftover from those above. She was spent entirely. Her belly bulged, distended as though she were ready to give birth. Her holes would be sore for weeks, but she didn’t care. The beast seemed to be finally finished too, as she was. It pulled out of her, leaving her panting with her ability to speak and to sound with her lovely voice renewed. Her tongue hung outside her mouth. She was so full and so contented. She felt like she wanted to lay here all the while.

“You sure do know how to treat a lady, you ruffian,” she said to the beast quietly. And in response, she felt a tentacle pat her on the shoulder, reminding her that all she had claimed about herself did not make her any less of a mare. Gently, tentacles wrapped around her waist and chest and raised her up until her hooves touched the ground. Knowing that it was time to leave, Rarity tried to stand. It took a few tries before her shaking hooves managed to get footing, but eventually, the strong-willed Rarity was able to discipline her body and make it her slave.

As she slowly walked towards the lift that would bring her back to her friends, she regained consciousness in this real world, as if all that had been a dream and now she was just waking up. Through all that had happened she was always the one making demands, even when it seemed the choice was taken from her: captured, but not surrendering; humiliated, but not embarrassed. She awoke as a true lady, who kept her promise, and as a slut, who made her own way to keep it. As a drop of semen fell from one of the locks of her ruined mane, she laughed, knowing that it had been all too real and all too worth the effort.