Tentacles

It was a brand new day in Ponyville, and as the soft glow of the rising sun gently filtered through the sleek yet practical drapes of Carousel Boutique, a gorgeous and sophisticated young woman by the name of Rarity opened her eyes sleepily and gave a dainty yawn. Rolling over, Rarity’s bleary eyes traced a lazy pattern on the wall, her hand trailing idly along the silk sheets of her queen-sized bed. After a few precious minutes of lazing about, she let slip a resigned sigh which was soon followed by the muffled sound of a comforter being disturbed as she slipped out of bed.

For Rarity, each day started more or less in the same way as the previous one. She woke up, gathered the courage to leave her warm, welcoming bed, showered, had her industrial strength cup of coffee (black, of course) alongside a quick and healthy breakfast, and then spent the rest of her day working, unless previously arranged meetings with friends or impending catastrophic disaster dictated otherwise.

Today proved to be no different as Rarity padded silently down the short flight of stairs outside her bedroom and made her way into the kitchen. Pausing to flick the stove-top on and get out the ingredients for a simple omelet, she began rummaging through her cupboards in search of her precious caffeine. After a moment, however, her movements became infinitesimally more frantic as her efforts churned out nothing more than a packet of Earl Grey tea and a few loose coffee grounds. With an unladylike grunt she started emptying the shelves, setting each item on the counter below in an attempt to isolate the elusive container of coffee. A few minutes later, when still no coffee was found, she made an angry noise in the back of her throat and flicked the stove off.

“Well now, Rarity. It seems you’ve done it again! Neglecting to pick up coffee… I simply cannot believe that I overlooked such an integral part of my morning routine!” a few grumbles later Rarity was rather hurriedly walking towards the market, a ten dollar bill clutched tightly in her hand.

Had the fashionista not been so focused on her new mission, she might have heard the formidable crack as the wall of Twilight’s library was demolished, and the booming noise that had followed, but this was not the case, and her brisk walk away didn’t falter in the slightest.

A few minutes after Rarity’s departure there was a timid knock at the door of Carousel Boutique. Outside, Flitter nervously shifted from foot to foot, her eyes shifting quickly to ensure no one was around. After waiting a moment and receiving no answer, she raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door to the shop again, her heart thumping heavily in her chest as she recited what she was going to say.

“Oh! Hey there, Rarity. Listen, I was, um, I was wondering maybe, i- if you wanted to hang out or something later… like, in a date-y kinda way, y’know? ...no. No. Wrong, too awkward, Flitter!” she reprimanded herself angrily. “You can come up with better than that!”

She turned to knock once more, but hesitated, her arm suspended in front of the door for a few tense seconds. Shaking her head, the woman let her arm fall to her side, a small frown marring her features as she let her nervousness get the better of her. Slowly, she turned away and summoned her ethereal wings. She took gracefully to the air, soon falling deep into thought as she flitted quickly through the cloudy sky towards her home in Cloudsdale. Thoughts of a beautiful dressmaker dominated her mind, so when a green speckled tentacle shot up through the clouds in front of her, it took her completely by surprise.

It whipped towards her faster than she could react, and before she could jump away it had wrapped itself tightly around her small waist. It pulled her down towards the clouds, and Flitter clawed at the fluffy white masses in a panic, trying and failing to squirm out of the monster’s grasp. In seconds she was staring in shock at the enormous thing that had taken her. The thing’s face glowered at her, its bulging eyes boring into hers while its jagged gash of a mouth moved silently, its tongue waving about as if it had a mind of its own.

Time seemed to slow for the terrified young women, and all she could focus on was the horrifying thought that she was going to die. A shrill scream flew from her mouth and pierced the air, causing the creature to clutch at the sides of its head in pain. It lashed out at Flitter with more tentacles, wrapping multiple appendages around the her arms and legs. A thicker limb shot forward and buried itself inside the screaming girl’s gaping mouth, effectively shutting her up. More of the slimy tendrils rose from the heaving mass below and tore Flitter’s damp clothes from her athletic body, wrapping around the bare skin of her stomach and neck to hold her in place.

Fat tears of terror rolled down Flitter’s cheeks as she helplessly watched the monster immobilise her. Within seconds her entire body was being touched and groped by the waving things, her head shaking back and forth in a silent ‘no’ as a thick fluid began to coat her pale persian blue body wherever the cold flesh of the monster touched her. Her wings flapped uselessly behind her, her mind too petrified to still or dispel them. Eventually the monster grew tired of their weak struggles and sent another limb out, painfully binding the frail wings together behind Flitter’s back as she tried in vain to cry for help.

“Spike wants more!” the thing’s voice boomed.

Flitter gurgled, choking hard against the tentacle in her mouth as it took action and began thrusting hard into her throat. It slithered mid-way down the muscular tube, coming to a stop as the convulsions of the girl’s throat grew stronger.

With growing horror Flitter realised what the thing, Spike, was going to do to her. She squirmed with all her might to free herself, but succeeded only in causing the monster to tighten its grip upon her. Her horror increased tenfold when she concluded that not only was it likely that she was about to be raped, but she was also getting wet!

As it dawned on her that her body was betraying her, Flitter felt something thick probe at her vulnerable entrance. Her eyes flew wide in fear as the thing slowly pushed inside her virgin tunnel at the same time as the tentacle in her mouth descended deeper into her body.

Her entire body tensed and seized up at the sudden invasion, her cunt clamping down on the intruder in a utterly futile attempt to hinder its progress. The tight vice of her walls only served to excite Spike further, prompting him to fill Flitter’s pussy in one thrust, the head of the tentacle banging against her cervix and filling her with an uncomfortable sensation of unavoidable pressure.

Flitter squeezed her eyes shut and tried to retreat into her mind and forget what was happening to her. This worked for all of a few seconds, but her newly fabricated world quickly crumbled around her as a tentacle gently stroked her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. Without warning the tentacle opened its previously hidden maw and clamped down on her pleasure button, eliciting a muffled cry of pain and pleasure alike as its fine teeth became imbedded in her sensitive flesh.

Her pussy was throbbing now, and not in an unpleasant way. In fact, she began to squirm not away from the appendage violating her pussy, but towards it instead, desperate to seek out more stimulation. Every movement the tendril made sent fire coursing through her veins where it slowly gathered in her belly, building into a roiling ball of unimaginable pleasure.

The tentacle in her mouth began thrusting inside her rhythmically; slowly sliding back against her tongue and cheeks until her hypersensitive mouth felt absolutely raw with sensation. Suddenly, it would shoot back inside, shoving its way past her tight throat and into her empty stomach, where it would linger, pulling back a few inches and pumping back inside with short, sharp thrusts that never left her throat.

Flitter was a gurgling mess now, bucking mindlessly against the thing in her pussy as she tried to reach her climax. Her sopping slit was stretched wide around the invading limb, her walls gripping the intrusion with steely resolve to keep it inside her. Each time it withdrew the trek was slow and deliberate, and each time it slid back inside it was harder and more forcefully than before. It wasn’t long until its thrusts became violent enough to slam through Flitter’s cervix.

As the tentacle curled inside her womb Flitter shuddered and jerked wildly in the throes of a powerful orgasm. The inferno that had been raging inside her suddenly exploded, flooding her body and mind with a sensation so powerful that it rendered her helpless.

While she floated on euphoric waves of unadulterated bliss, Spike directed another tentacle to Flitter’s asshole. The slimy member stroked the puckered star, sliding inside easily and slithering deeply into her backside. The tentacle created a rhythm with the limb thrusting in Flitter’s pussy, and together they had her writhing in orgasmic bliss near constantly. The appendage working her tight ass throbbed and expanded, filling her cavity as much as it could. It continued pumping inside her, putting pressure on the tentacle in her cunt and pressing it harder into the opposite wall of her pussy, directly over one of her most sensitive spots.

Each stroke stoked the burning fire inside Flitter; the feeling of the tentacle pushing inside her depths drove her wild with need and had her pussy, ass, and throat clamping down on their respective invaders as they tried to glean as much stimulation from them as possible.

“What the fuck are you doing to my sister, you fucking monster?!” a voice hollered out in horror a few metres away from the whole mess.

Spike turned his great body to face the intruder, his expression growing even hungrier as he caught sight of the supple young body of Flitter’s older sister, Cloudchaser.

Without warning a torrent of tentacles shot at Cloudchaser as her sister rode yet another orgasm. With a scream for help, Cloudchaser dove towards Flitter, choosing to help her sister rather than run away. As she drew closer to Flitter’s bound form a tentacle whipped across Cloudchaser’s wing, throwing it out of sync with the other and sending her into a downwards spiral. She never hit the ground, though, as a net of tentacles caught her and wrapped around her flailing limbs with lightning speed. Within moments she was just as bound and helpless as her sister. Her clothes were quickly liberated from her body, and the tendrils caressed her pale skin, smearing the potent aphrodisiac everywhere they could reach.

Cloudchaser was horrified to find her body responding to the drug, shuddering as her nipples quickly hardened into delicate points atop her breasts and her pussy grew moist. Sucking in a breath, Cloudchaser began screaming bloody murder, Spike however, paid the noise no heed. With deft movements, two tentacles fixed their jagged mouths onto Cloudchaser’s nipples, the sounds of sloppy sex floated through the air all around them.

Spike’s anger mounted, and in a rage he thrust a mildly slimy tentacle past the tight muscle of Cloudchaser’s puckered star. The large tendril moved forwards, through her intestines and into her stomach. Cloudchaser could feel the sheer wrongness of this action, and her screams became increasingly louder because of it. The tentacle inside her slithered higher, creeping up her throat and cutting off her air supply, thus silencing the shrill noise that had been bombarding Spike’s poor ears.

Spike grunted with satisfaction as the tentacle emerged from Cloudchaser’s gaping mouth and waved about.

Flitter’s eyes opened momentarily and fixed on the scene in front of her. When her eyes met the sight of a tentacle going all the way through her sister, her body tensed and pleasure momentarily became a thing of the past. Her gurgled moans of pleasure became screams of renewed fear, and all she could feel was the agony in her insides.

The tentacle inside Flitter’s sopping cunt changed tempo, moving slowly inside her, eliciting a moan from her as it dragged deliciously against her g-spot. Flitter soon found herself melting back into the land of oblivious pleasure that she had occupied moments before.

Meanwhile, the tentacle buried inside Cloudchaser began pumping through her body; retreating down her throat only to shoot up and cut off her air supply once again, leaving her choking helplessly for air upon the thick invader. Her tongue protruded from her mouth, hanging limply while Spike used and abused her body.

Another tentacle, thicker than the one already inside her, felt around at the entrance to Cloudchaser’s pussy. It traced her folds coolly, tickling her nethers with curious movements before slowly pushing inside her. The penetration was surprisingly erotic to Cloudchaser’s drugged mind, and the feeling of being filled completely sent her body into overdrive. Every movement, every sensation, every touch felt like the most pleasurable caress she could imagine. Being stretched so wide drove her crazy, and it wasn’t too long before she was cumming wildly around Spike’s thrusting member. She didn’t even notice when a second tentacle joined the first in her cunt, nor did she pay it any heed when they enter her womb, causing her stomach to bulge obscenely with every pump.

The sisters' abuse went on for hours as Ponyville continued about its day, each lost in their own deliriously blissful world, oblivious to the others plight not even ten feet away. Soon, their pleasure turned to strain as their bodies protested the endless consumption of energy. It was at this point that Spike tensed and thrust into the sisters particularly hard, burying himself inside their warm walls as his tentacles throbbed and twitched erratically. Each limb emptied torrents of cum into the girls; some shooting out and down Flitter’s throat while her cunt and fertile womb were bathed in the searing hot seed. Cloudchaser’s mouth became heavy and the sickly tasting fluid drooled uncontrollably from her maw and onto the ground below.

The tentacles expanded, creating an impenetrable seal that caused their bellies to swell as the hot cum collected inside. Their flesh stretched to their limits, and still they were pushed further. Eventually, when they both were crying again from pain and discomfort, Spike moved. The tentacles lowered themselves and the girls closer to the ground and dropped them no-so-gently to the dirt, rivers of cum flowing messily from their broken bodies.

Both sisters passed out on the ground, tears drying on their cum stained faces as thunderous footsteps receded into the distance.