Symbiotic Relations

“Hey Soarin’,” Fleetfoot asked, “Have you noticed anything different about Spitfire?”

Soarin’ finished drinking his soda and tossed the can, “No, why?”

“I don’t know. Something just seems a little different about her.”

“She’s probably just in heat or something, let it be.”

Suddenly a flame haired Wonderbolt bounced into the cafeteria. Instantly she spotted Fleetfoot and flashed a toothy grin.

“Oh Celestia here she comes.”

“Hey Fleetfoot!” Spitfire grinned.

“Yeah?” Fleetfoot asked, slightly cautious.

“There’s something cool I gotta tell you.”

Fleetfoot flashed a glare at Soarin’.

Fleetfoot took note to remind herself that if she ever got out of this situation alive, she’d tear Spitfire a new one for telling her to come here, assuming she made it out of this cave alive that is.

The black substance smooth like a liquid latex as it hoisted her towards the ceiling. All four of the Wonderbolt’s limbs were bound by the substance as she was transported further into the cave. Soon she was inside a large empty arena like chamber. Various pools all decorated a larger lake at the center of the chamber, all of them containing a familiar black liquid.

Fleetfoot began to struggle, “Oh no! Oh no no no no no no no.”

The substance holding her paid no heed as she was transported along towards the center of the chamber.

“No! Let me go!” she shouted, fighting against her restraints.

An appendage began to form from the liquid mass above her. It lowered down towards her face.

“No! Get away from me!”

A puff of white gas burst from the appendage. Fleetfoot’s eyes rolled up into her head and she fell silent, her body going limp a few seconds later.

When the wonderbolt awoke, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t dead. Only she couldn’t quite remember why she expected to be dead to begin with. Her mind was slightly foggy, like she was caught in the area just before one falls asleep at night. She took a moment to examine her situation. She was in a cave, being suspended from the ceiling by thick black appendages that were gently lowering her towards a dark pool below her. And she was naked.

She wasn’t exactly sure why or how she ended up where she was. A cool draft ran over her nude form causing her to shiver slightly. She glanced down at her body. She hadn’t even realized how wet she was. Oh well…

Below her the black surface was shaping to meet her, it forming into a soft black seat below her as she was placed into it. It felt soft on her skin and surprisingly warm. It felt like she was lying on the surface of a giant bowl of pudding that refused to allow her to sink further into it. The tentacles holding her legs released her as two more rose up below her and pulled her down into the chair in a reclined position. Her arms were pulled up above her head. Overall, she found that she wasn’t too uncomfortable. Though her arms and legs were restrained, they weren’t painfully so. Just enough so that the athletic girl knew that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Suddenly her seat began to move. Fleetfoot, still hazy, could only watch as her legs were slowly spread apart as more of her chair rose up to conform to the shape of her body. Something was happening.

From the pool below her, a small tendril rose up between her legs. Fleetfoot glanced down at it with some curiosity. It was about the same thickness as her tongue and moved carefully and deliberately, lightly trailing along the inside of her thighs, leaving a slightly oily black trail as it went. Fleetfoot felt the lubricated areas begin to warm as a heat began to radiate through her body. She panted slightly as the tendril approached her slit.

It lightly began to tease her outer lips, exuding more of its lubrication as it swirled around her entrance, mercilessly teasing the wonderbolt.

“Oh yesss…” Fleetfoot moaned, her eyes closing in delight as her nipples began to rise.

Two more tendrils rose up on either side of her, arching over towards her until they hovered over her pert breasts. They began to drip more of fluid onto her body until they were almost pouring it onto her. Fleetfoot looked up in anticipation before the tendrils began to lower and slowly began to massage the liquid into her skin. The tentacles swirled around her breasts in a continuous pattern, getting ever so close to her peaks before backing off and continuing the delightful torture again. Fleetfoot could only moan in pleasure as the tendrils continued their work.

While Fleetfoot enjoyed the best boob action she’s received in years, the tendril between her legs began to move towards her entrance again. It began to reshape itself to have a more feathered tip as it began to slowly lick at the entrance to her slit, going up and down ever so slowly as to maximize the wonderbolt’s pleasure.

Fleetfoot gasped at this contact as the tentacles at her chest continued their massage. Less than a second later, the gel coated tentacle probed at her entrance, beginning a slow probing, teasing, tongue like motion.

Fleetfoot’s eyes flew open, “Oh fuck…”

The tentacle was a perfect fit as it wiggled around, just barely inside the wonderbolt, causing her to squirm and curl her toes and attempt to spread her legs further to grant it better access.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Fleetfoot sighed with content.

A second, smaller tentacle emerged and began to aim itself towards her mons. The tip formed a small suction cup like shape before it dove down at Fleetfoot’s clit. Fleetfoot gasped as the tiny feeler found its target and latched firmly onto her clit before slowly initiating a sucking/tugging motion in rhythm with the probe inside of her.

Fleetfoot let out a sigh as the appendage alternated between lightly probing her entrance to circling around, taking its time to ensure that its prey stayed as content as possible. Its own aphrodisiac lubrications mixed in with Fleetfoot’s own juices as her hole began to spasm with anticipation.

Suddenly the tendril shot forward into her slit just as Fleetfoot’s walls clamped down upon it as it began to snake its way inside her. Fleetfoot bit her lip as she felt more of the appendage slip ever so slowly into her, it releasing more its arousing nectar as it went. Finally with one final thrust it bottomed out inside the wonderbolt, just at the entrance to her womb.

“Hah, oh fuck,” Fleetfoot moaned as a hot blush spread across her face, contrasting with the white of her hair.

The tendril finished settling into its new environment before the tip began to explore. Like before it began to circle around, ticking as many sensitive zones as it could find before alternating to a probing routine, poking at her cervix.

“Oh… that feels good,” she groaned as she settled further into her seat.

Meanwhile the tendrils at her chest began to change, their tips extending into conical shapes. A closer inspection revealed almost lip like suckers on the inside. Caught up in the action between her legs, Fleetfoot didn’t have time to notice the two suckers latch on to her nipples and begin to lightly tug at her breasts.

Her eyes flew open as she felt two pairs of lips begin to suck at her B-cup breasts. While they weren’t as big as Spitfire’s, Fleetfoot could definitely tell that the tentacles couldn’t care less as they gently pulled away at her peaks.

The tentacle inside of her meanwhile halted its probing at her womb and began to rotate as it slowly pulled itself out of her, swirling its length around inside of her, purposefully teasing and tickling her as it searched for as many sensitive spots as it could find.

Almost as it was about to pull out of her it found one. A slightly rough area on the ceiling of her tunnel made the tentacle pause as the tip brushed over it, eliciting a squeal of delight from Fleetfoot.

“Hah! Oh fuck…” Fleetfoot gasped, her mind now glazed over with lust, “Oh that felt good…”

Once it had almost pulled itself out of her, it began to reshape itself. A series of bumps began to form all along the top and sides of the tentacle as two smaller ones joined it. The new appendages were about the thickness of a finger and began to wrap around their larger neighbor before all three plunged into the wonderbolt.

“Hah!” Fleetfoot gasped, “Oh yes…”

The larger tentacle began to get a good soft rhythm going as it thrust inside her vagina, taking care to make sure as many of its bumps grazed over her G-spot before rotating as it pulled out and continuing.

“Ahhh… oh that feels good.”

Meanwhile, the two smaller tentacles began their own work. One joined the larger tendril as it swirled over and tickled any areas its brother missed while the other began to lightly poke away at the entrance of Fleetfoot’s womb, squirting more of its arousing lubricant over the entrance before lightly rubbing it into the tissue and continuing to caress the region.
Fleetfoot’s body hung limp in her seat as pleasure spread across her body like a wave. With each thrust of the tentacle, her arousal increased, building up inside of her. Her breathing became fast and erratic.

Her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out of it as she began to droll all over herself with each pant that left her. She moaned softly and sensually as the tentacles probed and teased away at her pussy. The muscles of her walls instinctively began to clamp down on the squirming, slippery invaders.

"Ooohhhh yessssss…” Fleetfoot moaned, mixing her primal groans of pleasure with obscene squelching of the probing tentacles as they continued their sinful routine for almost an hour.

Soon they began to slow to a gentle crawl as a fourth tentacle joined the mix. Fleetfoot, who’d resided to happily sighing in contentment every few minutes as the tentacles in her nethers grinded against her, didn’t notice the fourth invader as it aimed itself towards her asshole.
By now, her pubic region was coated in a slime of her own fluids and the lubrications of the tentacles so the fourth tendril didn’t need to prepare long.

Fleetfoot’s eyes opened as she felt a light poking sensation at her rear. She’d never had anything inside there before but for some reason she now felt okay with it. She glance down, half in curiosity half in excitement as the small intruder pushed its way inside her anus and into her rectum. Once inside it began to trail itself along her walls, lightly brushing up against any sensitive spot it could find before curving upward and around, plunging deeper into the wonderbolt.

Fleetfoot blinked as she began to feel something strange. The tentacle in her ass was expanding. Ever so slowly its diameter began to increase from the thickness of a pinky to a thumb to now Fleetfoot swore it felt like she had a cock inside of her. She felt the portion in her rectum begin to expand until a large part of it was brushing up against her walls. All while further up, the tendril continued to explore.

Suddenly, the large blub in her ass began to rotate, emanating fluid as it went, coating the walls of her chamber. Soon it established a back and forth like motion, rotating one way before reversing and going the other. Fleetfoot’s eyes were wide. It felt so oddly bizarre and yet so erotic at the same time. While it certainly felt weird, she couldn’t deny that it felt so strangely good as well. All while she felt the occasional poke deeper inside her as the tentacle continued to probe. She settled back in to her chair as the tentacles in her pussy resumed their thrusting with renewed vigor.

“Uuuhhhhh yeah,” Fleetfoot grinned, “I could stay like this for quite a while…”

Fortunately for her, the black mass supporting her and the tentacles probing her agreed. After another hour of this gentle probing, the tentacles seemed to decide that it was time for the main event. They had kept the wonderbolt aroused and content with pleasure but also kept her out of reach of the precious release that her body was beginning to crave more and more. Fleetfoot herself was just barely becoming aware of how slightly unsatisfied she was feeling. Sure she wouldn’t deny that the attention she’d gotten was wonderful but just… something seemed missing.

Suddenly she felt the tentacles in her pussy begin to retract out of her. This time they pulled all the way out of her body and disappeared into the black pool below. After the hours of attention she’d been receiving, she suddenly felt empty. She didn’t have to despair for long as a larger, thicker tentacle appeared between her legs. This one was thicker than the other three all put together and was certainly larger than any cock she’d ever seen before in her life. It was easily approaching 7 centimeters in diameter and was probably a little bigger with all the bumps and bulbs all along its length. The tip was slightly tapered and the whole length glistened with fluid.

“Whoa,” Fleetfoot giggled, “You’re pretty big. I hope you’re as good as your friends here because I- Oh!”

She was cut off as the tendril lunged forward and quickly embedded itself inside of her. Fleetfoot jerked lightly as the end bumped her cervix. Her walls instantly began clamping down on the intruder, finding it slightly difficult with all the bumps and lubrication that came with it. It remained still inside of her for a few seconds before it began to rotate and slowly pull out of her. Once the taper tipped was just barely inside of her it began to slowly thrust forward, its rate of rotation slowly increasing.

Fleetfoot arched her back towards the ceiling and her mouth opened to form a perfect O. The speed of its thrusts also began to increase. Each thrust lightly knocked at the entrance to her womb while the bumps all along the length of the tentacle brushed over her walls, dealing special attention to her G-spot.

Soon the Fleetfoot’s sinful arias resumed as she let out guttural moans of pleasure with each thrust. Her walls were comfortably stretched to their limit as the tentacle swirled inside of her. Her body, try as it might, could not get the grip it wanted on the invader as it spun and rotated inside of her.

Suddenly it began to try something new. With each thrust it let out a pulse of vibration. As the speed of the thrusts increased so too did the frequency of the vibrations. Each thrust rocked Fleetfoot to her core, like someone had placed a heavy bass speaker inside her. Her whole body pulsed with the vibrations. Fleetfoot glanced down and happily watched as her stomach shook with each thrust of the tentacle, a small bulge visible each time it entered.

“Oooooohhhhhh yesssssssss,” she hissed, “Doooon’t…. stop…”

Suddenly her eyes flew open in a panic. She felt something at the base of her stomach. There it was again, this time it was moving! It was at the back of her throat now. It felt like something was making its way up her throat. She almost felt like she was throwing up without the normal accompanying burn. She began to gag before suddenly a black tendril emerged from her mouth. It was still coated with lubrication as it slipped out her throat and into the air above her head. Strangely, it tasted sweet of strawberry with a hint of vanilla. It could have been Fleetfoot’s imagination or very well just the flavor of the lubrication but right now Fleetfoot was slightly panicking. Thankfully she found that she could breathe through her nose, abet with slightly more difficulty though certainly nothing unmanageable. She was almost able to ignore the thrusting between her legs for the moment as the tendril emerging from her throat began to arch itself down towards her chest.

It began to split off into two more separate tentacles that each snaked their way down between her breasts before both curled back upwards and began to wrap around her sensitive globes. They lightly began to squeeze and release her breasts in time the thrusts in her nethers.

Fleetfoot soon decided that this wasn’t so bad. It certainly was the strangest thing she’d experienced though that was strongly overshadowed by the fact that this was the most pleasure she’d felt in a very long time, potentially in her entire life. She moaned around the tentacle and closed her eyes as she fell back in to the hazy lust around her.

This was easily the best fucking of her life. She could only moan in delight around the tentacle now as it continued to kneed away at her breasts while the tentacle in her pussy had reached almost jackhammer like pace. Her entire lower half was shaking through a combination of the vibrations and the thrusting as well as Fleetfoot’s own inability to control herself anymore.

Like a puppet she ground her body to the rhythm of the undulating tentacles invading her holes. Her body danced in response to the movements of the black tentacles as she began to approach what would easily be the greatest climax of her life.

She felt so naughty. Just being here, in the grasp of this black slime, she felt like the dirtiest girl in the world, experiencing sensations no one in their right mind had any right to be feeling. She felt so sinful, almost like she was stealing pleasure from the gods themselves.

Finally she began to approach her coveted release. The tendrils did nothing to stop as they continued on with superhuman stamina, never slowing or skipping as they went. Finally, with one final thrust it happened.

Fleetfoot screamed into the tentacle in her mouth and her eyes slammed shut so hard that she saw stars. Her walls clamped down on the tentacles inside her only to find that only made the pleasure stronger. Like a tsunami crashing into the tallest cliffs imaginable, Fleetfoot’s climax came. Her entire body convulsed like she was possessed as she rode out wave after wave of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. Her mind had gone completely blank as the orgasm began to die down and her brain slowly began to reboot itself. Only something was wrong. She didn’t feel satisfied at all. Not even close. Not by a longshot did she feel spent. In fact she felt like she could keep going for days if she wanted. She half expected the tentacles to stop only to be pleasantly surprised to find that they had continued their thrusting all through her climax and had not stopped at all since then. Fleetfoot grinned as best she could. She could tell she was going to like this.

Many hours and equally many orgasms later Fleetfoot was still up and kicking. She had no idea what was in the liquid that emanated from the tentacles but she was sure that it was why she hadn’t blacked out of died of dehydration yet. In fact she felt better than she ever had before. She felt another powerful orgasm upon her and smiled. Good. This one would make 15. Or was it 16? 23, it was probably 23 she decided.

This time however, things would be different. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a mass moving up the tentacle in her pussy. The mass moved closer and closer to her entrance before slipping inside. Fleetfoot gasped as another powerful orgasm hit her body. This time, the tentacle joined her. It pushed its tip up to her cervix and lightly pushed into her womb, just as the large mass slide down the tendril and into her body. Fleetfoot’s eyes shot open, even through her orgasm as she felt a hot liquid be deposited inside of her. It felt vaguely sticky as it seemed to cling to her walls before sliding down to congeal in a pool inside of her. She had no idea what it was but she knew one thing, she needed more of inside her immediately.

This time the tentacle in her pussy pulled out, utterly spent, before disappearing into the black pool below her. Fleetfoot let out a whine of disapproval before opening her eyes and glancing around her. All around her, more tendrils began to rise out of the pool and form a line between her legs. Each one looked different in some respect with various bumps and patterns all along their surface. Fleetfoot stared wide eyed at the procession. Slowly the one at the front moved towards her red puffy lower lips and began to take its position.

Oh fuck me, Fleetfoot thought.

“Hey, anyone seen Fleetfoot?” Soarin’ asked.

Spitfire looked up from her drink and pulled down her sunglasses. She’d been spending awful lot of time in that new black suit of hers…

“She said she was going on a hike and might not be back for a few days,” she said with a grin. Were her teeth sharper?

“But that was two days ago.”

Spitfire shrugged with a grin, “Hey, let her take all the time she needs. If she’s not back in a week then I’ll go look for her myself.”

“Alright…” Soarin’ said, not quite believing her but accepting her story.

Suddenly Spitfire perked up, “Hey Soarin’!”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“Did I ever tell you about this weird cave I found?”

Deep under the mountains, inside a certain chamber of a certain cave, Fleetfoot lay limp. The symbiote sighed internally. Tachi knew she went a little too far with this one but hey! She wanted to have some fun with the others after all these years of boredom and if her new host was perfectly willing to go along with it? So much the better. Still though, she’d yet to bond with her new host yet despite all the fun she’d been having with her. Oh well, that was today and hopefully the next few days would be for. Tachi smiled internally. This one was going to be fun…

Up above the large black pool, Fleetfoot’s unconscious form began to lower. The black liquid of the pool rose up to meet her. Her body began to be coated black as she floated on the surface of the liquid before she slowly began to sink into the ocean of oily blackness below her. First her legs, then her thighs, then her torso and arms until finally nothing but her head and her white hair remained above the surface. Tachi stirred beneath it. She found the wonderbolt’s hair to be quite beautiful with its color. She decided that, at least for the next few days, she would change that. Slowly the remainder of Fleetfoot’s body began to sink as well until her head disappeared below. While to anyone on the surface the pool appeared to be inactive, below Fleetfoot was being willfully violated in ways she hadn’t thought possible, much to her and the population of symbiotes enjoyment…