You Don't Have To Tip Your Tentacles
Spitfire inhaled deeply as the wind swept through her fiery mane, relaxing for the first time in ages as she let the situation sink in. After an eight month tour, the Wonderbolts had all earned themselves a little R&R. For the next three weeks the team had been given leave to do as they pleased, so long as they didn’t get into any trouble. Last Spitfire knew, Soarin had gone to visit family in Cloudsdale for a week, then would head to the beach for the rest of his time. Fleetfoot and Rapidfire, their relationship the worst-kept secret in the Wonderbolts, had elected for a trip to Las Pegasus. Spitfire gave it fifty-fifty odds that she’d have to go and bail them out of jail at some point.
She banked to the left, looking down with interest at the red, brown and golden leaves of the dense treeline below. She herself had decided on something a little different. Spitfire had grown up in Cloudsdale, and like the other Wonderbolts, she spent all her time moving between cities, training, and putting on performances. Ready for a change of pace, she’d decided on something a little more… natural.
She’d done her research, and had been most intrigued by her current destination; the Sunset Forest, a vast and largely unexplored region surrounding a mountain at the edge of Equestria. The name came from the unexplained phenomenon of its everlasting autumn; the colors of the leaves mirrored the shades of the sunset. No matter the time of year, the leaves on the trees were always gorgeous red, brown or golden colors, and even when they finally fell from the branches they were quickly replaced by new ones just as beautiful. So far, nopony could explain this odd quirk, other than simply “magic”.
A small lodge had been established at the base of the mountain, a hotel of sorts with a few luxury services like a spa and indoor swimming. In all honesty, it would probably be no better than what she was used to, but in her opinion the whole point of a vacation was to get away from the norm. Besides, anything would be better for her sore body than more training.
Though she couldn’t hear the sounds of the forest over the wind rushing past her ears, she did enjoy the sights quite a bit. It would look beautiful enough from the ground, but it was even better from the air because the colors formed patterns, similar to crop circles. There was one she could see to the east, the colors arranged to form the shape of a golden-brown rose. Another pattern nearby had the appearance of Princess Celestia’s cutie mark. She supposed it could have just been her imagination filling in the blanks, rather like cloud gazing, but it did seem a little too perfect to be coincidence.
Guess this place really is magic, she thought. She frowned to herself as she came to a stop, flapping her wings slowly to hover in place. She raised a hoof to shield her eyes from the sun as she slowly turned herself in a circle, trying to spot her destination.
Hmm, did the brochure say it was east of the mountain, or south? Her frown deepened as her mind came up blank. Well, great… She shrugged to herself, deciding that she’d find it sooner or later as long as she was searching from the air.
She flapped her wings hard a few times to set herself back on track, gliding gracefully over the treetops as she looked around. The treeline was quite thick; she couldn’t even see the ground most of the time. She nodded to herself as she angled to the right a bit. The lodge would have to be in a clearing of some sort, so all she had to do was look for any gaps near the mountain itself.
Spitfire had been flying for a few hours already though, and in truth she was trained more for sprinting and aerial maneuvers than endurance flying. It didn’t help that after such a long tour, her body as a whole was still rather worn out at the moment. Deciding it was as good a time as any to take a break, Spitfire angled herself toward the ground, spotting a small opening in the trees which she slipped down through.
She found herself in a small clearing and she gently touched down, smiling at the feeling of the soft grass beneath her hooves. It is so nice flying without that damn jumpsuit for once, she thought. She stretched her wings out and ruffled her feathers before folding them against her back. Looking around, she spotted a small pond nearby. Realizing she was a little thirsty, Spitfire trotted over to it.
Peering down at the water, she was surprised at how clear it was; the pond was at least a few feet deep, but she could see all the way to the bottom without trouble. She leaned down and dipped her muzzle into the water, taking a few gulps. Her eyes widened at the taste; it was very clean, yet there was a certain… freshness to it that made it seem even more delicious than what she was used to. Eagerly, Spitfire continued to drink her fill.
Unbeknownst to her, she wasn’t quite alone in this isolated little clearing. A nearby plant, thus far undocumented by any explorers, had been awakened from a dormant state by the pony’s appearance. From the bushes surrounding the pond, a few dark green tendrils emerged, swaying as they seemingly examined the nearby pony that was drinking from their pond.
Curious, the tendrils approached the pony, quietly and gracefully. Spitfire didn’t notice as four of them slithered toward her legs. When Spitfire had drunk her fill from the pond, she lifted her head and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. As she turned to get a better look, she felt something long and thick curling around all four of her legs at once.
“Whoa!” she shouted, her wings spreading as she prepared to take off. She flapped her wings hard, but she had no running start or air currents to work with, so the plant had very little difficulty in keeping her rooted to the ground. With a frown, Spitfire ceased her efforts, looking around at the green tendrils that had grabbed her.
“What’s…?” She paused as she saw another set of the tendrils emerging from the bushes, making their way over from their unseen source. As she watched them warily, they paused as they lingered next to her on either side, causing her to look back and forth between them, wondering what their intentions were.
When Spitfire didn’t seem to react, one of them moved closer, prodding at her side. It didn’t seem hostile despite the binding she was in, and she followed it with her eyes as the plant began tracing a line along her side, seeming to follow the muscles there. On her other side the second tentacle moved closer, poking and prodding a little more insistently than the first.
“Hmm… Little curious, huh?” Spitfire said, though she doubted the creature understood her words. To her surprise she felt the ones around her legs squeeze and loosen, almost like it was trying to reply. The ones poking and prodding her sides, now emboldened, got a little more presumptuous, stroking along her rather tense muscles. Firm and yet lithe, they complimented her appearance well.
She couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, I work out a lot,” she said, sounding rather proud. She felt the tentacles squeeze again, and assumed that it was meant to be their version of agreement. She was caught off guard when she felt another tentacle start rubbing along her back, moving from the base of her neck all the way to her tail. Another joined in, nudging insistently at the tight muscles between her wings and rotating back and forth. Spitfire tensed and grunted, and the tentacle immediately stopped and moved back. She felt the ones wrapped around her squirm slightly.
“Just a little sore,” she said with a small shrug. “I’m an athlete; it’s pretty common. I’m on vacation for a reason.”
The tentacles seemed to hesitate, but then she felt them shift against her fur. The ones at her sides continued their soft, soothing motions, while the two newer ones returned to her back. One poked at the sore spot again, but this time more gently. It pushed cautiously yet firmly, working itself back and forth, and Spitfire groaned in satisfaction as the ache began to fade. It seemed to force her muscles to relax in a way that even bedrest didn’t manage.
“Wow…” she said. “You’re pretty good at that.”
She felt it squeeze again, wiggling against her and making her squirm. They felt rather warm, certainly not unpleasant, but it was a decidedly odd sensation all the same. Undeterred, they continued with their impromptu massage. The first finished working over the sore spot it had found and moved back a little, poking at another that it seemed to know the location of without even having to search for it.
Spitfire grunted, going slack as the other tentacles followed suit. The ones around her legs began to rub up themselves up and down, not really helping her aches but doing a lot to put her at ease. The others around her body kept working their magic, and if she was honest it was already the best massage she’d ever gotten.
She felt a new one poking at her belly, causing her to give a quiet snort as she fought the urge to giggle. She looked down just in time to see it curling around her middle, wrapping around it a few times. A little concerned, Spitfire was carefully lifted off the ground, the tentacles distributing her weight evenly among them and ensuring she wasn’t in any discomfort. They lifted her over the water of the pond, and as she watched in fascination a dozen other tentacles emerged from all around her. However, rather than make a beeline for her, they instead began to weave themselves into a patchwork pattern above the water, like a hammock but with thicker threads. As soon as they were done Spitfire was lowered onto the makeshift quilt, the tentacles placing her on her stomach while remaining loosely wrapped around her. The bed they’d made for her was surprisingly comfortable. These tendrils were rather soft and had a lot of give, and unlike a hammock they didn’t dig into her skin uncomfortably. In fact, she felt like she’d even be able to sleep here without any trouble, if it weren’t for everything else going on.
The other tentacles returned to her body, continuing their back massage by expertly kneading at her sore spots. She could also feel a very subtle trembling in the plants beneath her, and the small vibrations actually did a lot to help her relax further.
“Man, this is pretty good,” Spitfire mumbled, her eyes slipping closed as she basked in the feeling. “Maybe I don’t need to find the lodge after all…”
She felt the plant shudder in apparent agreement. After a few more passes along her back, Spitfire gasped and tensed up as she felt them poking at her sensitive wings. Her first reaction was to draw them closer to her back, but the plant gently but firmly stretched the right wing out to the side, pulling it to its full length. Spitfire opened her eyes and watched as another tentacle, this one divided into multiple thinner ones at the end, approached her wing. They poked at it a few times, pausing when she shuddered or winced. After a few experimental prods, two of them moved to a misaligned feather and carefully straightened it out.
Spitfire shivered as the vines continued their skillful ministrations. The thin tendrils would carefully lift her feathers, allowing others to promptly sweep away any dust or dirt from underneath. They would then push the feathers back in place, good as new. Spitfire was quite good at preening herself, but this thing… this thing was amazing at it.
She felt another tentacle curl around her wing joint and vibrate softly. It felt good enough that the wing itself went completely slack, making it easier for the tentacle to preen it for her. As she closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, she felt a third stretch out her other wing and start preening that one as well. She felt a fourth circle around her tail and pull it out straight, allowing yet another pronged tentacle to start combing the knots out of it. More started working on her mane, letting her rest her head on the makeshift hammock while they tended to it.
Ooooh, this is heaven, Spitfire thought, wondering if she’d manage to fall asleep on the spot. Not that she’d mind that at this point.
She didn’t quite fall asleep, but the massage felt so nice that her mind started to wander. The feeling wasn’t really erotic, but the plant’s efforts did make her feel rather spongy and a little… loose. A content smile appeared on her face as her mind went someplace else, lying as she was on that soft, leafy bed while her every physical need was tended to by the plant’s skilled ministrations.
Her face grew a little hot as her thoughts took a decidedly dirty turn, focusing not so much on the plant as she was on simply how good she felt. Always the price of fame, a mare of her standing didn’t have many opportunities to cut loose without risking some tabloid journal catching wind of it and spreading the news all over Equestria. It was rather hard to take care of her needs in any other manner than with her hoof or a toy, and having an actual, living creature bringing her to this state was a distinct enough feeling that she was beginning to get a little worked up. When she felt the tentacles pause in their motions, Spitfire cracked her eyes open, and realized with a blush that she'd been getting a little moist between her legs.
“Uh… This doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked, not sure if the plant even knew what her arousal meant. When it didn’t react at first, Spitfire began to think that perhaps she’d overstayed her welcome, and shifted as she prepared to stand up and be on her way.
However, before she could move she felt them lift her up again, but rather than carry her they simply turned her over and placed her on her back. The vines around her legs moved further up her thighs and spread her hind legs a little wider, exposing her more readily. They rubbed against her and squeezed softly, seemingly to reassure her. As she watched she saw another tentacle appear, long and thin and ending in a tapered tip. It moved over to hover gently in front of her marehood. She felt the plant wiggle against her again, apparently asking for permission.
Considering how the plant had been treating her so far, it was almost like a spa. A relaxing place to lie, a preening session, and a very pleasant massage. Spitfire also recalled that she’d heard of some spas that had something called a Happy Ending. Perhaps the plant was offering something similar?
Well… Worth a shot. “Alright,” Spitfire said, giving a nod. “Let’s see what you can do.”
She felt the tentacles around her quiver, slithering along her body and keeping her feeling relaxed. The others began kneading and rubbing along her sides and back again, causing her to sigh as the pleasing sensation washed over her. She then felt the tip of the new tentacle poking at one of her inner thighs, soon joined by a second that began identical motions on her other leg.
“Mmm,” Spitfire grunted, shifting a little as she started panting softly. They hadn’t so much as touched her marehood yet, but the probing and teasing was definitely making her feel a little needy. To say nothing of the fact that her mind was now reflecting on how the tentacles felt; firm, yet flexible and soft at the same time. It had her more than a little curious as to how it would feel once things really got underway. The ones wrapped around her thighs continued pulsing and writhing, a constant motion so near her pussy that she was desperate to experience more. There was a familiar sensation now; a gentle tingle at her clit as her arousal grew, and a slight throbbing warmth deeper inside, a primal need to be filled.
She felt one of the smaller tentacles pause and remove itself from her thigh. She craned her neck in an attempt to see it over her flat stomach, but before she spotted it among the writhing mass of vines she yelped in surprise and pleasure as it flicked her moistened vulva, sending a sudden jolt of electric pleasure up her spine. She shivered as the pleasure passed, leaving behind a dull, throbbing need. She squirmed and the tentacle obliged her with another flick, sending another spark of warm, juicy lightning through her body that made her close her eyes and moan.
Rather than give her another flick, the tentacle moved up, sliding the thicker shaft along her marehood, parting her lips slightly and drawing another long moan from Spitfire. An intense wave of pleasure came from the contact, only getting stronger the longer the tentacle’s rub went. It pulled back, coated in her juices on one side, but before Spitfire could plead for its return it flicked her yet again, earning another gasp and squeal from her, feeling the sensation spread through her body all the way to the tips of her wings and legs.
The heat within her was getting more intense now, a desperate need for more that was becoming harder to ignore. The tentacle’s ministrations were nice, but they were wholly inadequate for her desires. The strong urge to be filled was most prominent, but at this point she’d settle for just having the tentacle touching her again.
She panted in frustration, wiggling her hips in an attempt to coax the tentacle into pleasuring her further. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as it obliged, feeling the tapered tip prod at her lower lips, pushing itself inside ever-so-slightly and spreading her open by the smallest amount. She groaned as she felt it slide from bottom to top, tracing her slit until it paused just before touching her tingling clit. It moved back down, refusing to touch that little nub of pleasure, much to her dismay. However, her irritation was buried in pleasure as the tentacle repeated the motion, faster this time. Spitfire’s moans and cries rose in pitch with every stroke, each wave of ecstasy stronger than the last, and by the time the tentacle backed off she was left red-faced, panting and eager for more.
The heat inside her was unbearable now, and Spitfire was urgently bucking her hips toward the tentacle, trying to spread her legs further, anything to tempt it into finally pushing itself into her like she so greatly desired. The other tentacles had continued their full-body massage unhindered throughout the teasing, keeping her relaxed by stroking her muscles and wings and utterly flooding her with sensation.
Spitfire’s attention was grabbed as another tentacle approached, this one thicker and ending in a bulbous tip with a slit. As it got closer she got a better look at it, seeing that it was covered in shallow buds, undoubtedly to stimulate her all the better. Knowing perfectly well what it was for, Spitfire bit her lip and waited impatiently as that wonderful appendage lined itself up.
The two thinner ones returned, moving back to her marehood and pressing themselves inside. Spitfire groaned at the spark of pleasure, urgently bucking her hips against them, but to her dismay they only pushed in about an inch. However, their role became clear when they moved apart, spreading her lower lips and exposing her inner depths to the waiting tentacle, inviting it inside.
To her relief, the newer tentacle seemed to have no interest in teasing her. With its smaller brethren keeping her spread, it pushed against her hole and almost effortlessly slipped inside, eliciting a a delighted gasp from the mare.
She threw her head back in ecstasy as it pushed itself inside by a few inches, holding steady as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, unable to focus on anything beyond that wonderful feeling of being filled at last. Her inner walls were clenching around it like crazy, and it seemed to only take that as incentive as it pushed deeper inside, earning another needy moan from the mare it was pleasuring. It steadily wormed its way further into her, squirming around and rubbing the buds against her inner walls, utterly paralyzing her with the overwhelming sensation.
The feeling of fullness was incredible; this was what she’d so desperately needed, and after such relentless teasing from the other tentacle it was pure heaven for her now. She felt herself tense and relax over and over, shivering and moaning as that tentacle squirmed around inside her, able to hit every sweet spot she had. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It seemed very strong, like a single, powerful cord of muscle, and yet it was so flexible at the same time. It could move in seemingly any way it pleased, and Spitfire never quite knew what it was going to do next. It kept her at the highest level of anticipation.
The tentacle paused after a few more seconds of squirming around inside her, letting Spitfire come to her senses. As soon as her eyes opened she felt it withdraw fully, much to her disappointment. She then felt utter ecstasy as it stuffed itself back inside her, giving her loudest moan yet as every coherent thought was wiped from her mind.
Spitfire’s moaning became a constant stream of noises, the mare practically melting in the plant’s gentle hold as the tentacle began thrusting into her, steadily and firmly, those delightful buds rubbing against her insides and each one sending sparks of pleasure through her body that had her twitching all the way from her hooves to her wingtips.
From all the teasing she’d endured, she was already quite close to her climax. She could feel a familiar tightness within her, a growing warmth and tension as she approached that incredible peak. She was panting helplessly, utterly awash with a burning desire and single-minded focus on her inevitable release. It felt amazing already, but that was when the first tentacle reappeared and pushed against her clit. Spitfire tensed and gave a loud yelp of delight, which became a squeal as the tentacle started stroking that little nub, flooding her body with that delicious electric pleasure. She was climbing the peak of her sensation now, utterly transfixed on the rutting, and thanks to the skillful thrusting and the one playing with her clit, the most intense climax of her entire life hit hard.
Spitfire screamed in total delight as she bucked her hips wildly, her wings completely stiff as the incredible climax washed over her. She clenched hard around the tentacle inside her, feeling it hold itself still as she came. She was overwhelmed with sensation, almost more than she could take. Her vision went white as her whole world became ecstatic lightning, her entire body shaking with each amazing wave of pleasure. The tentacle continued to squirm around inside her, drawing her climax out as long as possible. The one at her clit continued to stroke it, then pulled back once Spitfire had enough, letting her slowly come down from her high as a shivering and moaning mess.
Just as she began to come to her senses, she felt the tentacle begin thrusting again, only this time she could detect a sense of determination to it. After a few thrusts it hilted itself inside her, and she felt it pulse a few times as a series of bulges passed through the shaft and into her pussy. She then felt the first, warm burst of the tentacle’s cum splatter against her deepest barrier, and the intense, sticky warmth was enough to send her immediately into a second climax, causing her to throw her head back and scream in delight. Her legs shook and quivered with each spurt of cum she felt the tentacle pump into her, coating her inner walls and filling her thoroughly with its spunk. Spitfire moaned with each spurt it gave, her pussy clenching hard around it and milking it for every last drop.
When the tentacle was finally finished, Spitfire came down from her second orgasm, totally dazed as the cum steadily leaked out around the tentacle and down into her tail. The tentacle itself was still buried inside her and seemed to have no intention to withdraw. After a minute Spitfire had enough sense to look down at the tentacle, a tiny frown on her face.
“That stuff better not knock me up with some plant-pony hybrid or something,” she said, sounding a little irritated. The tentacles around her legs and barrel gave her a gentle squeeze, seemingly in reassurance. Spitfire relaxed, deciding to assume that the tentacle’s release was either for her benefit or its own.
She still was still rather sensitive, but having the tentacle resting inside her pussy was oddly comfortable. She gasped and tensed when it started moving again, but very slowly this time, producing a series of squelches and gluks as it slid in and out of her pussy, the cum inside her sloshing around with the movements and spurting out of her from the pressure.
“Whoa… Want another round?” she asked, somewhat weakly. “Okay, I’m game.”
The tentacle didn’t acknowledge her and continued its motions. The original tentacle returned to rubbing her thighs, causing Spitfire to relax again. It felt more like a massage than a rutting this time, and she was completely fine with that.
She felt something brush against her cheek, causing her to open her eyes. There was another tentacle, identical to the one in her pussy, hovering just in front of her face. As she watched she saw a tiny drop of white cum, with the slightest green tint to it, drip from the slit at the tip.
She thought about that for a moment. More than a little curious, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out in invitation. She felt the tentacle ease itself into her mouth without complaint, the head pressing against her tongue as the precum leaked out. The tentacle itself seemed oddly tasteless, but the precum tasted sweet, like a mixture of strawberry and grape.
“Mmph…” She tightened her lips around the tentacle and stroked it with her tongue. She then squealed and moaned around it as the one in her pussy gave her an extra-hard thrust, sending a brief but strong burst of pleasure through her body from her still-sensitive marehood. It then returned to its previous pace, leaving her a little confused. Tentatively, Spitfire gave the tentacle in her mouth another lick, and moaned again as the other one gave another hard thrust.
So it’s like a throttle? she thought. I can dig it.
The tentacle in her mouth took it upon itself to start moving, gently thrusting itself in and out of her mouth, squirting the occasional burst of precum onto her tongue. She couldn’t complain about the taste, and she did find the idea of swallowing the tentacle’s cum to be a little exciting, so she was more than happy to gulp it down.
When she felt like she was ready she put her tongue back to work, swirling it slowly around the head of the tentacle. The one in her pussy started to move a little faster in response, and Spitfire gave a satisfied moan and a half-hearted buck of her hips, feeling the heat building in her loins again.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have long to enjoy this before she felt the tentacle in her mouth withdraw with a wet pop and the one in her pussy slow to a snail’s pace. She panted, red-faced, frustrated and hungry for another amazing climax.
“C’mon, why’d you…” she paused when she felt another tentacle, strangely wet and slippery as if covered in lubricant, poking at the tight hole beneath her tail. Realizing what they were suggesting, Spitfire took a moment to consider it.
Well, it’s been doing a good job so far...
“Alright, go for it,” Spitfire said, giving a nod.
The tentacle returned to her mouth and Spitfire again set her tongue to work, causing the one in her pussy to renew its efforts. At the same time she felt the new one prodding at her puckered entrance. Despite the tightness of the hole, the tentacle felt like it had a tapered end, and between that and the lube it had no trouble spreading her open and pushing itself inside.
Spitfire squirmed, feeling a little uncomfortable, but any pain was buried in the intense pleasure as the tentacle slowly worked its way deeper inside, twisting around inside her as the other had in her pussy. It was warm and very slick, and she felt her passage relax quite readily as the tentacle made itself comfortable.
It remained in place until she’d adjusted a bit, then began thrusting again, matching the pace of the other tentacles but alternating so that one or two of Spitfire’s holes were always filled. Spitfire’s eyes slid closed and she gave a low groan of delight as the tentacles expertly worked her holes, completely and utterly paralyzing her in ecstasy.
Spitfire stepped up her efforts with her tongue, grunting in satisfaction as the other tentacles sped up in response. Her tongue was getting a little clumsy, the intensity of her pleasure making it hard to focus on the action. The tentacle she was sucking off was getting a little bolder, slowly pushing its way further back into her mouth. It made Spitfire feel just a little wary, but as it slipped into her throat she was surprised when she didn’t feel even the slightest hint of her gag reflex kicking in.
The tentacle paused for a moment, holding itself a few inches down Spitfire’s throat before it pulled back, all the way to her lips. Spitfire gave it another firm lick with her tongue, and moaned loudly as the tentacles thrusting away at her ass and pussy gave her two extra-hard thrusts in response.
Gluk gluk gluk, the tentacle in her mouth made liberal use of her throat, moving at the same pace as the other. Spitfire continued to lap at it with her tongue, almost haphazardly in her increasingly dazed state of nirvana. She felt her throat bulge with each thrust, her own saliva moistening the tentacle enough that it slid effortlessly in and out of her muzzle, and it gave her just enough time to breathe between every other thrust to keep her comfortable.
She felt that rising pressure again, and Spitfire was in awe at how completely, utterly satisfied she was. Her muscles had never felt more relaxed, and the tentacles almost seemed to anticipate her needs, keeping her utterly full and pleased in a way she’d never experienced before.
She felt that flare of heat within her, the increasing tightness as she climbed that mountain of pleasure, and Spitfire clenched her eyes closed and screamed around the tentacle in her mouth as she came for the third time, her hips bucking uncontrollably against the two tentacles inside her, inner walls convulsing wildly around them both and wordlessly pleading for their cum.
All three of the tentacles gave her another, final thrust, twitching and pulsing, and Spitfire moaned even louder as she felt them bulge slightly, followed by nice, sticky bursts of cum filling all three of her holes at once. The one in her pussy was just as generous as it had been the first time, filling her up so well that plenty of it spurted out around the sides, her pussy unable to hold all of it. The one in her ass had no such trouble, and she felt warm and buttery on the inside as it writhed and spent its load. The one in her mouth was just as virile, and Spitfire felt spurt after spurt of the warm, sticky spunk sliding down her throat, causing her to shiver in delight. It pulled back slightly to leave its head in her mouth, filling her muzzle with the hot, sweet-tasting spunk. A tentacle wiggling around her neck tempted her to swallow, and she did without complaint, gulping each one down as her mouth was filled over and over.
As Spitfire’s orgasm came to an end, so did the flow of cum from the tentacles. They held themselves inside her for a moment more, not moving as they simply let the mare lie limp in their hold, relishing in the afterglow of the best rutting she’d ever gotten. Eventually they began to withdraw, slowly but surely until they all slipped out of her with a wet pop, causing her to gasp from the final sparks of pleasure. She shivered as she felt the cum leaking from her pussy and ass, and there was even a little still dripping off her lips, smeared across them by one tentacle as its final gift before it withdrew to somewhere she couldn’t see.
She felt the other tendrils loosen their grip and she was flipped over, then slowly lowered to the ground on all four legs. She stood there, incredibly shaky as the cum streamed from all three holes before she collapsed in a trembling, satisfied heap of mare, a low moan in her throat as she closed her eyes and relished in the feeling of utter contentment.
She felt one of the tendrils nudge at her cheek, and Spitfire half-heartedly swatted at it with a hoof, not opening her eyes.
“M’fine,” she mumbled, completely exhausted. “Just… Need to nap. Wake me up before dark.” She felt the tentacle rub her cheek before pulling back, leaving her alone to bask in her afterglow.
“Y’know, you’d be great for a spa,” she mumbled as she started to drift off. I wonder if we could grow these things...
