Luna took a deep breathe as she stepped out of the portal. The air was much warmer down here than it was up in Canterlot, though far more still, the high walls of the Clocktower blocking out the winds that tore through the nearby Ghastly Gorge. Things were quieter here as well. On the other side of the portal there had been the endless din and clamor of Canterlot, audible even through the thick walls hiding that end of the conduit Luna had just exited. Here, however there was just the soft sigh of the winds rushing through the nearby canyon, the tweets of birdsong, the gentle chirps of the crickets as they began their evening serenade. Everything was calmer, more peaceful. Luna had come to greatly enjoy these moments, the transition between leaving Canterlot, and actually entering the hustle and bustle of the Society itself.
She stepped down off the platform, making way for anypony else that was using the portal to arrive safely. Her gaze lingering on the glowing disc, such a marvel of magical skill. She looked
around at all the other portals shimmering on their own platforms. Manehatten, Hollow Shades, Las Pegasus, San Fransicolt, so many others, each with their own connection to this place.
She turned her gaze up to the Tower rising above it all. The hands on its massive clock-face showed there was still an hour to go before the bell tower would chime, calling all who could hear it to their evening revelry. The time when ponies, and all other various races of Equis, would come together to share their devotion to each other. The time when they would indulge in some of the kinkiest, most intense, and debauched forms of sexual gratification possible, limited only by their imagination, and the willingness and consent of their partners.
Grinning, Luna trotted towards the wide doors leading into the Tower. She had no plans for the evening, no goals, she merely felt like spending some time in the Society she had grown to love more and more since her return. Though never more than in the past month. The same guilt and self-regret that had given birth to, and fed, the Tantabus had been tainting far more than Luna had realized, altering how she viewed so much. She could scarcely believe it had been a mere month since Twilight Sparkle and her friends had helped her confront that part of herself and made her see how wrong she had been. Since then it had been like a weight had lifted from her.
She joined the end of the small line waiting for entry, the seven o’clock bell might have been a call to come begin your night, but it just marked the most active period of the day. The Society remained open and active around the clock. The crowd moved quickly. As Luna saw her turn with the door guards approach, she dipped a wing into her peytral, pulling out her PipSub, the pocket watch shaped badge that served as her proof of membership in the Clocktower Society. It also contained the webs of arcane-spell work that served as a simplistic personal assistant to her, which she had named Artemis.
As the pony in front of her walked through the open doors, Luna stepped up to the guard, presenting her PipSub to him, only to have the stallion wave her inside with barely a glance. “Go on in Princess, enjoy your evening ma’am.”
Luna froze, her expression darkening as she glared at the guard, a royal guard at that, one of the ones lent to the Society by the Crown to aid in security. “I see, who is your commanding officer private? That We may let them know they are wasting such a valuable resource such as you.”
The stallion looked up at the Princess’ thunderous expression. Her voice was cold, hard, and though not exactly loud, she was projecting every ounce of authority and disdain she could muster. He trembled, fear and confusion evident on his face. “M-Ma’am? I don’t, ummm... What?”
“We were quite clear. Who do We speak to to make it known that there is a private among the ranks with the skill to spot an imposter without the simplest of checks. One who is omniscient enough to know that a pony has not been banned from the Society premises without checking their PipSub.” Her voice grew colder as she drew herself up to her full height, glowering down at the quivering stallion before her.
“I-I’m a… c-corporal m-ma’am.” He managed to stammer out before being silenced by a flick of Luna’s wing.
“Oh? Are you certain? Because We cannot think of a corporal that would neglect their duties so openly. One that would shirk their assigned task to protect this sacred place. It seems all one needs do to gain entrance is no more then appear in the image of a Princess and they shall be waived right on through. Is that correct?”
“N-No ma’am.” His voice was low, barely more than a whimper.
She reached past him, placing her badge on the reader, a second later an indicator flashed green. “Well, it seems I am indeed who I appear, and am still in good standing with the Society. You did not nearly allow a potential threat or safety risk into what is meant to be a secret, secure location. Carry on ‘private’, We shall speak of this later.”
Luna fumed as she entered the main atrium of the Clocktower Society. Once far enough away not to be noticed, she shot a glance back over her shoulder. The guards were quite studiously checking the badges of everypony seeking entrance. Her eyes darted downward. The chastised guard’s legs were still shaking and… was that a small, yellowish puddle on the ground under him?
Serves him right. Perhaps now he will not forget his duties. Dismissing them both with a flick of her tail, she started to tuck her PipSub badge back into its accustomed hiding place in her peytral, then stopped. She glanced to her side and shrugged. Might as well since I have Artemis out already.
She made her way towards the bank of PipPoint stations lining an alcove along the edge of the atrium, barely noticing the way ponies gave the still visibly irked Princess a clear path. She slipped her badge into a free station, giving the arcane interfaces time to communicate and for Artemis to access any relevant information waiting for her. After half a minute or so, an illusory screen flickered into existence over the PipPoint.
“Two Guidebook updates, minor arcaneware improvements for Artemis, announcement of the next Predator’s Night...” She scrolled through the information, mentally chiding herself for not doing these updates more often. She was about to close down the interface and retrieve her badge when she noticed the red envelop in the corner of the screen. A quick tap brought up the waiting message.
Luna, please come to my office at your earliest convenience. I have something for you.
She didn’t need to check the sender to know who it was from, though she did sneak a quick peek at the date, feeling relieved that it was indeed sent today and she hadn’t missed an earlier message. Retrieving her PipSub from its slot she trotted off, her mood already improved as her curiosity over what Starsong could have for her flooded out the remaining irritation at the guards.
Luna knocked lightly on the slightly ajar door, trying not to push it open any more than it already was. “Starsong? You wished to see me?”
“Always. Come on in Luna dear.” Starsong’s maternal voice purred back. “I just have one quick thing to talk to you about.”
Luna pushed open the door. By now, stepping into Starsong’s office felt as familiar and comforting as entering her own chambers. Though the desk and the not insubstantial piles of paper on it were new, as was the small wooden box sitting on the edge of it. “I am not interrupting anything?”
Starsong shook her head, giving Luna one of her reassuring, calming smiles. “Not at all, just trying to get caught up on some paperwork. Besides, you know I can always make time for my favorite patient.”
“Fie, all too well do I understand the Sisyphean nature of that task. There was something you wished to give me?” Luna’s eyes darted to the wooden box, resisting the urge to exam it with her magic to find out what might be inside.
Starsong’s eyes narrowed as she looked over Luna. “What’s wrong Luna? You seem a bit irritated. I hope my note was clear that you didn’t need to rush right down here, I could have waited if this was bad time.”
Luna wanted to both grin and sigh at how easily Starsong could read her. She wasn’t even sure what it was that gave her away, perhaps some small variation in the tone of her voice? Some minute change in posture she herself was not even aware of? But she should have known whatever it was, Starsong would pick up on it. “Neigh, tis not you that has vexed me. I had a confrontation with the guards at the front gate while arriving.”
“Oh? I can’t see any of the guards giving you a hard time. What happened?” Luna noticed Starsong trying to covertly swap whatever form she was filling out with a blank sheet of paper to take notes on.
“Again neigh, twas the opposite. He tried to wave me through and allow me in without checking my identification badge.” Luna stomped one hoof lightly on the plush carpet.
Starsong ‘tched’ a few times and shook her head. “I wish I could say that surprised me, but the door watchers being lax is sadly not an uncommon issue. I’m still waiting for the day they actually let somepony through that shouldn’t be here, either some Sol agitator, or just some curious pony with no idea what is going on who could get themselves seriously hurt. Did you remind him of his duty at least?”
Luna grinned, indulging in a small, evil sounding chuckle. “Oh, I am quite sure he shall not be shirking his duty any time in the foreseeable future.”
“Luna… “ Starsong chided her, though she was either unable, or undesiring, to hide the mischievous glint in her eyes. “What did you do?”
“Merely impressed on him the severity of the situation… strongly enough to make him wet himself.” Luna’s wings flapped a few times before settling back to her sides while she pawed at the carpet.
Starsong shook her head again, though she had a smile on her face. “I see. I suppose I should have a few words with him, what was his name?”
“I… am not sure.” Luna held up a hoof to forestall the other mare’s response. “I did not ask, I had planned to simply find it from the duty roster. And yes, it is because Sister never needs to ask for the names of those who serve us. I know I have not her skill with recalling names, but I know the effect it has on ponies that she can do so. Also, no, I do not wish to discuss this at the moment.”
Starsong sighed, one of her illusory wings sweeping out to point to the cushions on the far side of the desk. “If you insist. In any case, have a seat please. This well just take a moment.” Starsong waited till Luna had taken a place on one of the cushions on the other side of the desk. “Before I give this to you, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You’ve made so much progress over the years already, but this past month has been better than any before.” She flashed Luna a mischievous smirk. “It’s getting more and more tempting to just put my collar on you so I can keep you around, because at this rate, it might not be long till you don’t need me any more.”
Luna blushed at the mention of being collared, one wing idly moving to her neck. “Neigh, that shall never happen. Even if the day comes where we both feel I may no longer benefit from your role as mine therapist, there shalt never come a day I do not need thee as mine very beneficial friend.” Luna briefly cursed the stacks of paperwork that made it impossible for her to reach over and hug Starsong, settling instead for sending a small wash of magic to caress her friend’s neck.
For her part, Starsong accepted the caress, leaning into it and letting out a pleased sigh. “Thank you. But on to business. As I said, you have grown quite a bit in the last month, for obvious reasons that we don’t need to dwell on right now, and I am certainly not complaining about the results. Neither the effect on how well you’ve been doing overall, nor how frisky you’ve been lately. Even if the cause was… less than pleasant to discover.”
Her eyes bored into Luna. The Princess flinched at what was left unsaid. Starsong’s reaction to finding out what Luna had been doing to herself using the Tantabus had been… tumultuous. The Princess squirmed in her seat, her rump suddenly feeling quite sore at the memory of that night. It still amazed her how different something like a simple spanking was when one had been rendered into a foal, again.
Starsong’s gaze quickly relented. “To that end, I believe you may at last be ready to safely handle the deeper levels of Society play.” Her magic nudged the box closer to Luna.
Luna’s eyes went wide, already sure what she would find inside the box but hardly believing it. She reached out, her hoof slowly, gently flipping the box open. It parted in the middle, the top flipping away to reveal velvet lining, on which sat a small, crystal bell.
Luna cradled the ornament in her magic, gently lifting it up to examine. It was a regular, Clocktower Society safety bell made of crystal. She held it before her, her eyes flicking between it and Starsong. “Are… art thou sure We are ready for this?”
“Yes. At least, I am sure you have earned the right to prove you are ready. I do believe you can handle this, given how much progress you’ve made recently.” The warm, caring, and somewhat proud expression Starsong gave Luna made the Princess’ heart both soar and melt at the same time. Starsong stretched one of her illusory wings out, brushing it over Luna’s cheek. “You’ve earned this Luna.”
“I… I…” Luna took a deep breath, centering herself. She gave her friend a quick bow of gratitude. “Thank you Starsong, for trusting me with this.”
She was rewarded with another warm smile. “I’ve told you many times, you do not need to thank me. Still, there are a few more points of business to go over.” The pseudo alicorn pulled a small sheaf of papers off the top of one of the piles, slipping into what Luna recognized as her ‘professional’ mode. “As you can tell, but just to officially make it clear, I have medically and psychologically cleared you for Root level access and general play. As you have met all other requirements for Crystal Level dungeons access, you are hereby granted such access.
“However, this does come with a few stipulations. First off, this is being done on a probationary basis. If I begin to see signs that you may not be able to handle this on your own, I will revoke this privilege. Understood?” Her voice was level, firm, making clear to Luna how serious she was, without being cold or distant.
The Princess nodded, her wings fluttering at her side in excitement that she held in check. “I understand.”
Starsong checked off a line on the paperwork, shuffling to another page before continuing. “Furthermore, I just wish to be clear, this is granting you basic access to the root level dungeons, and to root level play in general only. Any specific root level guilds or guild activities will still require an approval process of their own based on the activities and guild in question, as per normal.” Starsong lowered the paperwork, her expression growing harder, far more serious as her eyes bored into Luna, making sure she had the other mare’s undivided attention. “I will tell you right now, that I have flagged your file so that any such evaluations will be notified to contact me directly and gain my approval before allowing you to engage in certain play. I will also tell you right now, that while I will take most requests on a case by case basis and evaluate them on their own, and will give great weight to your wishes; any such request coming from the Breaking Guild will be instantly denied.”
Luna nodded along, paying attention and fully understanding what Starsong was saying and why, though the final comment made her pause. Her first reaction was a small ember of irritation at the apparent meddling and Starsong trying to limit what she could do, one she quickly snuffed out. She knew Starsong was only trying to help, that such thoughts were unbecoming of her. Besides, she had to consider if it was even something she would want to do in the first place before getting annoyed at being told she could not. “I understand. If I must be honest I… must admit you are correct, that type of play…” She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, “That type of play would likely not be good for me.”
Starsong’s serious expression softened at once. She got up off her own cushion, walking around the table to wrap Luna in her wings, nuzzling her neck. “That you can say that only makes me more sure than ever you are ready to give this a try.” She placed a hoof on Luna’s nose before the alicorn could speak. “And no, do not say ‘thank you’ again. Just accept what you have earned.”
Luna smiled, the warm embrace quieting any remaining anxiety. Starsong’s motherly, caring voice made her wish to remain here like that for as long as possible; safe, secure, loved. Her mind drifted to all that she knew about the lowest levels of the Society dungeons, the various guilds, the wonders and new forms of pleasure now open to her.
One specific location she had found in the Clocktower Society guidebook came to the fore of her thoughts, causing Luna’s breathing to speed up, her wings starting to feel stiff, eager to spring up. A dull aching heat made itself known between her legs as she thought about how much she’d fantasized about going there, the promises its very nature held for her.
She felt Starsong pull away from the hug, a low chuckle rumbling in her throat. “My my, somepony is certainly eager to get going. Don’t let me hold you back.” Starsong snapped a wing out towards the door. “Go, enjoy.” As Luna stood up, one of Starsong’s wings slapped hard across her rump, the leading edge of it sliding along her marehood in a manner far too slow and deliberate to be mere accident. “Oh and one more quick thing!” She hastily added. “I would advise staying away from the Mind Control Guild as well. Less for your own sake, and more because of the whole… let’s say drama… going on with them at the moment. Especially given Cadance’s opposition to the Guild being what started it all. I’d hate for this to become an issue between the two of you.”
Luna nodded. She’d heard of some sort of altercation going on between her niece and the guild, but she was unaware of the exact details. “A wise precaution. I shall see thee anon then, fair Starsong.” Luna danced out of range of a second strike from the mare’s wing before slipping in to wrap her in a hug, nuzzling her neck, adding a few small kisses. “I thank thee for thine trust, and shall put this,“ She held up the bell, giving it a quick ring, “To quite good use shortly. However, if thou art free tomorrow night, perhaps thou canst teach me more of the wondrous tortures that are now available to us.”
Starsong broke the hug, a hungry look in her eyes. “Oh, most definitely. Though fair warning, plan to be very, very sore the next day.” Moving back behind her desk she waved her wing towards the door. “All right, go have fun Luna, don’t forget to change before you head downstairs, and be sure to tell me all about it tomorrow.”
Luna looked back as she moved for the door, her face lighting up in a bright, excited grin. “I shall. Till then farewell!” She bounded out the door, exuberant and energized, ready and eager to enjoy her first visit to Root, and the glorious Tentacle Pit it held.
Her hoof slid plaintively across the window, causing a small, barely audible screech and leaving a streak along the otherwise clean surface. ‘Fading Crescent’s’ doleful expression of longing was reflected in the glass. The face and simple unicorn body that Luna used to hide her true identity while in the dungeons now nearly as familiar to her as her own was. A faint shadow of pouty lips and wide, pleading eyes was superimposed over the decadent and delightful images seen through the only thing keeping Luna from her chosen pleasure. Well one of the only things.
She glared back over her shoulder at the cruel, heartless mare that held her prisoner. The one that kept her from indulging in the joys of being violated over and over by one of the rarest, and most highly specialized tentacle plants in the entire Society. She and the weapons she wielded kept Luna locked away from pure joy and ecstasy. Weapons such as ‘rules’ and ‘safety procedures’ and ‘regulations’.
The hateful, joyless mare looked up. Such a pitiless stare from those green eyes, the bluish-grey coat as cold and harsh as steel; the mane held up in a loose bun as rusty as the foul creatures iron heart must be; the plump, soft curves of her matronly form a testament to the feasts of joy and pleasure she had surely devoured. “Don’t fret now dearie, just ten more minutes then we can start the safety briefing. Don’t go wanting to start too early and leave someponies out now do we?” Her peppy, cheerful voice and pleasant Whinysoatan accent did not fool Luna, she knew it was merely a guise behind which to hide her vexatious cravings to deny pleasure to those she felt unworthy!
Luna turned back to the window and it’s taunting display of what she should be doing right now, rather than waiting on some scheduled lecture about how to do so. Even if some small internal voice, that sounded a lot like Cadance, was telling her this was right, that safety mattered, and that Luna was just being petulant and melodramatic. Fie, so what if We are! We wish to be having the same enjoyment as yon pegasus! Is that so wrong? We are allowed to be ‘melodramatic’ if we wish!
Luna pouted, resigning herself to her fate of being deprived of tentacular molestation for another- a quick glance at the clock- nine minutes and however long the lecture lasted. She returned to gazing longingly at the ponies being used by the tentacles, her eyes being drawn back to a white coated, blue maned pegasus mare directly across the pit from her.
The mare was currently being lifted up to a higher ring of tentacles. As Luna watched, they flipped her onto her back, thick, green vines holding all four of her legs, another wrapping around her barrel. The plants held her so her head was tilted slightly downwards, allowing Luna to see her expression. She looked blissful, overjoyed, possibly even exalted at the attention being given to her by the no doubt glorious pleasure plants.
Two narrow tendrils slipped out of the mass of writhing green and headed towards the mare, Luna’s sharp eyesight able to see the small thorns capping each, and the drops of liquid dripping from the needle like tips. They stabbed downwards, plunging into the mare somewhere between her hind legs. Luna could see her gasp in pain, before letting out a long sigh.
Luna leaned in, pressing her face right to the glass, her eyes locked on the pegasus as a larger vine with a bulging, rounded tip slid in to replace the retreating small ones. It pressed itself to the mare’s nethers, causing Luna to bite her lips as she anticipated the final push, waiting to see it slide into the bound pony’s foal-hole. It didn’t happen. Instead, the vine began to shift, grinding along the mare’s entrance. Luna found herself wishing the soundproofing enchantments on the window were not so thorough, wishing to hear the moans the tentacles ‘victim’ was making as she was teased.
Luna barely realized her own hoof had started to slide down under her body, seeking out the growing warmth between her own legs. She let out a small gasp of her own as the edge of her hoof brushed her damp folds at nearly the same time that the tentacle that had been teasing the mare reared back. The ones holding her hind-legs spread them further apart a moment before the larger one speared into the mare, her eyes crossing, her mouth opened wide in what was either a loud moan or scream. The plant kept driving further and further into the mare, snaking deeper, more and more of it plunging into her deepest recesses.
The tentacle finally stopped, then pulled back, setting up a steady, pounding rhythm into the ecstatic looking mare. Luna’s hoof pushed in further, spreading her needy labia, a shudder of pleasure running up her spine as she watched another thick tentacle descend towards the mare’s face, something green and thick dripping from its head.
The mare didn’t hesitate. Her head shot up, almost inhaling the thick rope of tenta-cock, her throat quickly bulging as it pushed in deeper. The two writhing vines worked the mare from either end. Luna wondered if she was just imaging a small bulge in the pegasus’ stomach to match the one sliding up and down her throat. Luna’s back legs shook, she could feel her marehood wink, the edge of her hoof brushed over her pleasure button, making Luna gasp and lean harder on the window for balance.
Luna’s hoof froze as she saw a rounded distortion moving up along the vines rutting the mare. The first one pushed its way into her cunt, the mare’s eyes widening as her body started to thrash in its verdant bindings, what must be a truly incredible orgasm sweeping over her as more and more of the plants’ ‘cum’, for lack of a better term, pumped into her. Luna’s hoof went back into motion, rubbing her clit while her magic took to tending to her needy folds, teasing along them, parting them, working inwards.
Luna’s, short, ragged breaths caused the glass to start to fog as the vines pulled out of the now limp mare, a large amount of something green and thick leaking from her lips as they pulled up into a wide smile. Then more tentacles reached down and took her, lifting her higher, Luna having to crane her neck to see where she went, biting her lip to keep from moaning in vicarious joy as one of the large, pod shaped growths at the top of the inverted pit split into four broad, leaf like sections, the vines coming from inside of it pulling the helpless mare up into its maw before they closed around her.
The pleasure was reaching it’s height, her magic sliding in and out of her marehood like an ethereal dildo. Closer, closer, images of what was happening to mare inside of her pod making Luna drool down the window. She was close, so close…
“Ahem?” The sweet, polite voice of her current personal demon broke her focus. “Not to interrupt you dearie, but you might want to save that for the darlings out there dont’cha know? We’re ready to start the safety lesson so you can head on out and have fun yourself sweetie.”
Luna spun around. Aside from the cruelest pony in Equestria, who had yet again denied Luna her pleasure, three other mares were all staring at her from their cushions. One young pegasus mare’s wings standing rigid behind her back. Luna’s cheeks flushed, her lighter coat doing nothing to hide a blush that would overwhelm even her normal coloration. She froze, her eyes darting between her unintended audience members for a moment before she snapped herself into a proud, regal pose, all but marching to her own cushion set in front of a large display screen. She would not let this detract her from her goal.
She sat stiffly, avoiding looking to either side, eyes focused on the screen and nothing else. “Very well, We are prepared to begin good madam.”
Luna heard the mare let out what might be a chuckle, the grim amusement of a warden looking over their captives no doubt. “Isn’t that sweet, ‘good madam’ heh, don’t that just beat all. But yes, anyway, you’ll be wanting to get this over with quick so, no need for me to prattle on and hold you up.”
She was teasing them, toying with them, no doubt delighting in holding their fun hostage. Yet still she went on. “Now, just wait right there and I’ll get this projector started.” A flash of light lit up the screen in front of them. There was a click and a sepia toned copy of the Clocktower emblem appeared on the screen.
“Alrighty, everypony paying attention? I’ll go fast as I can, but gotta make sure you know this stuff dont’cha know.” Another click and they were looking at a cross section of the ‘tentacle pit’ on the other side of the window. Though pit was a misnomer. ‘Tentacle Tower’ might be a better name. It was a smooth cylinder, the edges lined with rings of tentacles that grew more elaborate and varied as they rose, the ceiling covered in pods large enough to hold a pony fully encased within while the plants used their bodies.
“As you all can see, this here isn’t your normal ‘pit’.” Luna rolled her eyes. Was this foul villain truly going to tell them what their eyes could clearly see. “But you all can see that, so I won’t drone about it. Let’s get to what you need to know. See this isn’t quite a normal group of tentacles, you won’t find darlings like what we have here anywhere on the upper levels.”
Another click. Now the screen held an image of plant with a large pod atop its stalk, several different sizes and shapes of vines descending from a massive central trunk. “You need to be a crystal bell level sub for three main reasons, all based on you knowing how to handle yourself and to call a safeword early if there is any hint of an issue. As well as how to deal with, and remain alert while, getting reamed by the most pleasurable vine you ever had spread your aching holes and dosed with concentrated Starbright plus a mild aphrodisiac.”
Luna fought the urge to tune this out, to simply allow her mind to rest in a short, waking dream to pass the time as the saccharinely vile mare went on, delaying Luna’s just reward. Neigh, I shall not let Starsong down, she is trusting me to be responsible, to do this right.
“See, this here part of the tentacles” The iron hearted mare advanced to another slide, this one showing a single, familiar, lanky tendril tipped in a needle thin thorn. The cut away showed how hollow both the thorn and the vine it was on were. “It injects a bit of this fluid into its ‘guests’ to make them feel better and more receptive to what it wants to do to you, mostly ‘cause it’s also one of the main ingredients in Starbright. It’s quite fun being on guild duty for harvesting that dont’cha know.
“Aside from that, its sap is a mild aphrodisiac, nothing that holds a candle to some Stampede, just a mild bit of feel good. Now you all read this next slide carefully,” another click and the screen filled with words, “it’s the emergency procedures. See, the other reason this is Root play is the sweeties out there... well, they don’t much know how to deal with safewords. But while that’s true for other Pits, in this one, it’s a lot harder to get you out quickly. I’d summarize them if I could, but better you get the full details.”
Luna read through the slide, the rambling madmare’s declaration was apt. The safety rules were clear and concise. Safewords would not work, though calling one loud enough or ringing your bell would alert the Tentacle Tender attendants stationed around the pit to come aid the pony. The plants were conditioned to react to the sound of a safety bell, ceasing work on a pony that rang one till a Tender could arrive, though there was a warning that this wasn’t fully effective and the plants might not cease their molestation till a Tender arrived to coax them away. If a pony wanted, they could call a tender over and get it to have the plant keep them at a specific level rather than lift them higher, though Luna had to wonder why somepony would come to this Pit and not wish to go all the way up. The full wording was much more in depth, but those were the main points Luna took away.
“Everypony read it?” After a chorus of affirmatives from the group and a silent nod from Luna, the slide was changed again, this time showing a close up and cut away of the large bulbs at the top of the pit. “Now we come to the final bit of why this is such high rated play, add all the stuff we talked about already, and then take what this spot’s most famous for. The Pony Fuck-Trap.” This garnered a lot of snickering from the other mares, as well as a slight grin from Luna. “Don’t look at me I’m not the one what went and named the thing. See in the wild, the natural version of this plant reproduces through capturing prey, holding it in its bulb, and implanting its seed pods in their bodies using the natural holes, not making new ones. Eventually the pods ripen, are expelled from the host, and grow into new ones where they fall after having been carried away. Here in the Tower, we have a few like that, used for breeding new ones, but that’s for high level Tentacle Tender guild members only.”
Luna bit her lip, her calm, proper, poised manner starting to slip. This was why she had been so eager to try this place at long last. The thought of being reduced to nothing but a brood animal for something so mindless. She found herself starting to dig her nethers into the cushion, already feeling a growing damp spot under her.
“These ones are... well, something I don’t rightly understand that uses a lot of huge words, but the upshot is, the seed pods these ones implant aren’t gonna work. After you tender things are done having your fun, we can help you get them out right quick, or you can leave them in. Won’t hurt you any and in about a day or so they’ll just be absorbed into your body, gives you lots of nutrients too dont’cha know.”
Luna held back a whimper. So close. Her purgatorial ordeal was nearly to its end in glorious bliss, yet still the black hearted gatekeeper of pleasure droned ever onward. “Almost done dearies just one more thing.” Another click, the slide now showing a rough image of a pony at the bottom of the pit. “See, to use the plants, you just walk up to this lower ring of tiny grippers and place your fun bits against them.”
Yet another click. The slide showed the mare now with her rump pressed firmly to the wall. “This lets them know you're ready and gives them a chance to get to know you. Folks in the fancy lab coats say these wonderful darlings are ‘semi-sentient’, which, far as I can, tell means they are smarter than other plants, but not smarter than my beagle. Just press your caboose to the little vines, they’ll get you warmed up; let the sweetie know you’re interested and give it a chance to get to know you.” The next slide showed the mare being lifted off her hooves by tentacles coming from above. “And off you go. It’ll take you higher, play with you a bit, get you ready, and then once at the top, you get a little pod all your own to really play with the gentle, loving sweethearts.”
Luna braced her legs, ready to spring to her hooves. Surely that was the end, she knew what she needed to know. She turned, staring at the one thing still standing between her and her goal. The false-faced deceiver with her gentle tone and words that hid her soulless nature took out a PipSub. “Now, that’s about everything, just let me validate your PipSubs that we had this little chat, and you can go have all the fun you want.”
She tapped a few times on her badge, popping it open to do some more. Luna heard a small chime come from her own device just before the most glorious and wonderful pony in all of Equestria closed her PipSub. The shining beacon of light, love, and compassion metaphorically stepping aside to grant Luna access through the now open gates to Nirvana. Luna rushed at the mare, wrapping her in an enthusiastic embrace.
”VERILY THOU HAST DONE US A GREAT SERVICE THIS DAY FAIR MADAM! WE SHALL NOT FORGET THINE ACTIONS IN DELIVERING UNTO US OUR DESIRES!” Releasing the mare, Luna teleported away, appearing a moment later at the entrance to the main floor of the pit itself. She presented her badge to the pony at the doorway, who checked the display on her own open PipSub and nodded. “Eager are we?” the one checking asked while Luna pranced in place, nodding vigorously.
“Heh, you should have been out here twenty minutes ago,” a familiar pony stationed at the other side of the entrance said with a chuckle. “Poor thing made me feel like I was kicking a puppy when I told her she couldn't go in yet and had to listen to the safety lecture first.”
Luna shot him a glare, or tried to; she was far to excited for it to have any venom or ire. “Well you are all clear this time, so enjoy.” The first pony responded.
Luna did not teleport this time, she called no magic to her horn at all, and yet to any pony looking she appeared to have vanished in the blink of an eye as she rushed into what might well be the holiest and most important site on Equis to her at the moment.
The first thing she noticed upon rushing in was the heat. The rest of the dungeons were kept rather cool, this pit was a noticeable exception. It wasn’t exactly hot, likely no warmer than a late Spring day, but added to the dampness in the air, it felt a bit cloying already.
Next she noticed the sounds. Moans, cries, and the wet, repetitive slaps and ‘shlicks’ of wet holes being pounded over and over. The vines themselves moved silently, just the barest hint of a whisper coming to Luna’s ears.
Her first inhalation filled her with the scents that pervaded the room. The main one was sweet, almost like fresh grass, but with an extra tang to it. Underneath that was the sharp, musky scent of arousal and sex.
A quick look around the room gave her what few bits of the layout she hadn’t already noticed. The walls were coated in writhing, wriggling green, save for the evenly spaced openings for the windows of observation rooms and the steady, pale glow of the arcane lighting panels. Scattered around, jutting from the walls, were perches manned by pegasus guild attendants watching over the members and ready to aid those who might need it.
All of this was processed in the few seconds it took her to cross the floor towards the nearest patch of tendrils that would begin her session, and it was just as easily pushed to the back of her mind as she reached the savage molesters. The wall was covered in tiny, thread-like tendrils that circled around the entire pit from flank height up to what would be about eye level for Luna had she not been in disguised. She lifted a hoof, lightly tracing a path across the plant, the green threads reaching out to gently wrap around the passing appendage, unable to get a firm hold at all.
She turned around, presenting her marehood to the creature. Creature? Creatures? Is this several plants, or one massive one? Regardless, she flagged her tail, lifting it up as high as it would go, then took a step backward, leaning into the tentacles till she felt the almost ghostly touch of the tendrils reaching out, their tips brushing her sensitive folds.
She had no idea what to compare the sensation to. She had never felt anything like this. Dozens of firm, flexible cords danced over her folds, along her rump, all seeking to tend to her, to please her. She pushed back further, the vines tending to her marehood, gripping her labia and squeezing her sensitive flesh over and over. She let out a low whimper, feeling her marehood wink at the creatures. The moment it did so, a single tentacle wrapped around the sensitive nub, pulling, squeezing, massaging it.
Luna’s whimper became a long moan as she took another step back, her rump colliding with the mass of green along the wall, causing the tendrils to redoubled their efforts. She could feel them slipping into her marehood, sliding, gripping, exploring. Her folds were pulled back, spreading her wide as more moved in, every part of her mound now covered in writhing threads of pleasure.
She bent down, her legs spreading wider as she tried to push herself even tighter against the wall. Two girthier tendrils slid under her, brushing over her teats, exploring them, before wrapping around them and squeezing. Her forelegs gave out, leaving her face pressed to the floor, her rump twitching and shaking as the plant continued its assault on her most tender and sensitive flesh. Small shudders of pleasure ran up her spine, small precursors to a building climax.
A shadow passed overhead, breaking her from her reveries a moment before she felt a strong, thick cord of pseudo-muscle wrap several times around her body. Her breath caught in her throat. This was it. She was about to truly begin, to be lifted up, held captive, helpless, while the plant had its way with her. The strongest wave of pleasure yet shot up her spine, only the firm grip of the tentacle keeping her from falling completely to the floor as her hind legs gave out as well.
The tendrils tending to her tender teats and tantalizing her tight twat were tugged away, making her whine. She had been so close. She looked back at the wall, silently pleading though she knew it would be useless. She was lifted up off the ground, drawn quickly towards the higher ring of verdant growth, where thicker tentacles danced and squirmed, awaiting a chance to torment a helpless victim.
Four vines reached out and gripped her legs. The thicker cord around her barrell loosened its grip just enough to allow those vines to spin her around, flipping her upside down, before tightening its hold again. Her legs were spread, held firmly in place, her rear hooves being lifted up higher, fully offering her dripping, needy marehood to the rest of the creature.
The one that took the offer was unlike any Luna had ever seen. It was thicker, and a paler green than the others, with purple highlights running through it. Its tip ended not in the thin, whip like taper of the ones holding her, or the bulbous, cock-head she had expected. Instead it shifted into a long, broad, leaf shape that flared out and seemed to curve around a hollow underneath. It made Luna think of the hood of a cobra more than anything else.
She gave a short, strangled gasp as she saw its underside. It was coated in small, wriggling feelers, tiny nubs the squirmed and shook unceasingly. It lowered itself between her legs, folding itself over to fully enclose her swollen mound, the wriggling growths along its face battering and grinding over her already teased flesh. The vine ground itself back and forth, rubbing her over and over.
Luna’s climax cascaded over her, her head thrown back, the mare moaning out her joy. The plant showed no sign of stopping, keeping up its assault, pushing her climax harder, making it last as long as possible; the tentacles holding her in place keeping her from thrashing about too much.
She quickly recovered from her orgasm, likely the first of many. She was already feeling the next building deep inside of her core. Motion from the mass of vines lining the wall caught her eye as the creature slid another tentacle out and over her body, this one about the width of the base of a unicorn’s horn. It was hollow, Luna was able to see through a hole in the end, something thick, viscous, and green leaking from it, tiny drops splashing down onto her chest.
Anticipating what it wanted she opened her mouth, craning to meet the living straw. She nearly bit the tip off of it when she felt another of the tubes poke her tail-hole just as she was closing her lips around the first. The new intrusion gave her ass just a few tentative prods before forcing itself in. Fluid flowed from both tentacles, the liquid thick and tasting as if somepony had mixed grass with maple syrup. It was not unpleasant, but it was odd enough that Luna could not say she loved it as she did the taste of other fluids she had grown used to in these dungeons.
The aphrodisiac rapidly started taking effect, the dull, warm ache in her crotch growing hotter and more insistent to match the growing heat of the room, the tentacle assaulting her cunt barely sating the growing need. The mare had been right, it was a far more mild effect then the normal ones used around the society, but it was still enough to make an already amazing experience all the-
Her thoughts stopped, another wave of pleasure rolling up her body as the plant’s work was rewarded with another orgasm. One not as strong as the last, but still leaving her pumping her hips in the air, trying to grind harder against the broad leaf encasing her quivering mound.
The ‘straws’ withdrew, followed a moment later by the tentacle releasing its hold on her marehood and receding. The tentacles holding her lifted her up higher, another set reaching down to take over and pull her higher still, keeping her on her back. She was raised up to the next ring, the tentacles passing her immediately upwards to yet more, then again at the next level. She watched as the massive, pony encasing bulbs drew closer, wondering if she was going to be fed directly into one. As exciting as that thought was, she had been looking forward to some time with the rest of the creatures myriad appendages.
She stopped ascending at the final ring of vines before the bulbs. Two needle tipped tendrils slithered towards her, aimed directly at her swollen pussy. She bit her lip, anticipating the pain of being pierced in such a tender spot, feeling excitement and dread in equal measure. Well, more excitement, as the thorns were so small and so sharp that they pierced her flesh without effort, causing only the mildest of stings.
Yet, the small sting slowly grew stronger and stronger as she also became aware of just how rough the tentacles holding her felt. Liquid trickled down her sides, wet, rolling. Luna looked over herself to try and find the source, eventually realizing she was feeling each individual bead of sweat slide down her coat. Still the thorns remained embedded, forcing more and more of their potent, sense-enhancing concoction into her body.
As the twin spikes finally withdrew, they were replaced by another pair of thick, undulating tentacles. Large, bulbous heads leaked more of the plant’s thick, enticing sap. The first paused at her slit, giving it the slightest of prods, enough to make Luna gasp, her whole body tensing in delight from just the lightest of brushes. She panted, her breaths coming rapidly as she thought of just what it would be like when…
Her mind shut down. Unlike with the one she had watched violate the mare, this tentacle did not waste time teasing her, rubbing, preparing itself. It speared directly into her breeding-tunnel, Luna could feel every last bit of it as it wormed and burrowed its way deeper into her body, could feel every last inch of her foal-hole being spread, pushed, battered, forced to yield to the unrelenting invader. She could feel the outline of every fibre along its writhing bulk as it violated her body without mercy or care for the endless spasms of pleasure it was overwhelming her with.
She barely noticed the second vine, almost forgetting about it till she felt it press against her lips before taking the invitation of her next gasp to slam into her throat. The tentacle muffled the sounds of her screams as the rough, hard treatment set off another orgasm. The two tentacles worked over her body, sliding in and out of her holes in near perfect synch. The tenta-cocks continuously leaked their sap-cum, giving Luna a steady force-feeding of the creatures aphrodisiac, keeping her in constant need of being filled, rutted, used.
She lost track of how long she was held there, tentacles wrapped around her, holding her in the air, using her throat and cunt. The overwhelming sensations slowly became easier to deal with, ceasing to white out her mind, though without ever growing the slightest bit less incredible.
Just as Luna was getting used to the feeling of having both holes stuffed, she felt another, thinner tentacle prodding at her tail-hole. She felt it push against her unused hole, the sap that had already been pumped with providing plenty of lube. Luna braced herself for another bolt of pleasure as it slid in deeper, the thin vine bulging out, pushing her rosebud open, only to collapse back to its original size as the ball shaped part entered her. Then another, and another, each push causing her to tense as it sent a quick shock through her body, her marehood squeezing tightly around its invader every time, a fresh rush of sap splashing deep into her cunt, nearly into her womb..
The knotted tentacle stopped sliding into her ass. Luna could feel the rounded bulges resting deep in her bowels, starting to swel-.
Her eyes went wider than ever as the tentacle continued to inflate its bulging knots. She sputtered down what lungfuls of air she could around the tentacle reaming her throat, trying to prepare herself for, for-
The one in her ass stopped swelling, Luna had no idea how much larger the spheres had become, only they were now spreading her ass wide enough she could feel some of them rubbing against the tenta-cock violating her marehood through her. Before she had time to get used to it, she felt it tense, move backwards slightly, almost as if it was preparing itself to… No, no, it couldn’t… She was so focused on what was about to happen to her tail-hole she missed the other two vines bulging as well, heavy loads of sap pumping up the tentacles in preparation of the creature ‘cumming’, pumping her throat and cunt full.
Just as the first first loads of tentacle-cum pushed their way into her from both ends, the beaded, knotted tentacle in her ass pulled out, yanking every swollen, inflated ball free in one agonizingly glorious motion, moving so fast all Luna felt was a steady, overwhelming sense of her ass being spread and battered. Her body was rocked by its most powerful orgasm yet, her legs and back went rigid, lifting her up in the tentacles grasp, bowing her body in a tight, upward arc as waves of plant-cum were forced into her. The vine in her throat hardly muffled her screams, Luna’s pleasure intense enough to overcome it. Several of the nearby pegasi moved from their perches to check on her, smirking once they were sure she was screaming in pleasure.
By the time her climax passed, she was left a sweating, panting, limp mess, hanging meekly and helplessly in the plant’s tentacles. The tenta-cocks pulled out, leaving trails of green, syrupy cum leaking down her muzzle and nethers, the aphrodisiacs ensuring that, even as exhausted as she was, her body was still aching for more, the dull, constant heat in her loins not yet quenched.
Movement above Luna made her stir, her head tilting upward to watch as one of the nearest pods shifted and turned to face her. Her panting turned into low whimpers as it split apart, four large leaves pealing back to reveal the mass of tentacles filling its otherwise hollow void. In a flash of insight she understood how this creature hunted, why it would spend so long pleasing a victim before trapping it for impregnation. She was too exhausted to fight back, and too horny from its drugs to want to fight back.
“You need not have bothered, but, I thank you for the effort.” She quietly said as she was lifted up and transferred to the creatures innermost tentacles. She was unsure why she’d said anything, simply feeling it was right through the dull haze of bliss and fatigue clouding her mind. She idly noted that these tentacles were different from the rest that had held her, thinner, smoother, yet just as strong. They lifted her up, cradling her gently as the ‘leaves’ of the plant’s pod rolled back around to entrap her, holding her at its mercy, ready to be made to carry its seeds.
The pod cut off nearly all light, only a faint, green-tinted hint seeping through the seams between the leaves, enough to give normal ponies just the barest hint of sight, but more than enough for Luna to see clearly. The vines had shifted her position, no longer splaying her legs out wide. Her forelegs were folded close to her chest, held in place by the tentacles wrapped around her barrell. Her hind legs were bent at the knees, drawn up to her flank, though still held apart. The walls of her prison pressed close, the air heavy, humid, making it just hard enough to breath normally that it was noticeable, but not enough to pose any threat of make her worry.
A wet, slick sound drew her attention to the base of the pod. The tentacles holding her had parted, allowing another to slide out, dripping in with green sap. It was the largest one Luna had yet seen, fully half again as wide as the last set that had been used to violate her body, the indented X visible across its rounded head making clear this was the creature’s granipositer, ready to force her to become its broodmare.
She whimpered, whined, bit her lip. It was moving so slowly, taking so long to reach her. She could feel her marehood winking eagerly, futilely trying to entice the tentacle inwards. She did her best to lift herself up, attempting to use the tentacles holding her as leverage to push her marehood up to reach it. The creature seemed to not notice or care. The thick tentacle kept to its slow, deliberate pace, slinking closer, closer, Luna’s breath catching in her throat as she lost sight of it a moment before-
“YYEEESSS!” She cried out as she felt the thick vine ram into her folds, never ceasing its pace, never slowing or speeding up, keeping that same relentless, steady pace as it forced her folds apart, spreading her wide enough to make her whimper in pain while reveling in the sensation.
Deeper and deeper it forced itself, Luna was sure she could see the bulge in her stomach as it filled her breeding tunnel, claiming every last inch of it as its own. The copious sap-cum and her own arousal provided plenty of lubrication as it pushed closer and closer to its prize. It finally stopped as she felt the seed-carrying tentacle collide with her deepest barrier, pressing against her cervix. It pushed, fought, tried to force it’s way in, making Luna groan and cry out, the plant heedless of any discomfort on her part.
It pulled back, just enough to give itself room, coiling up, tensing, before surging down, driving itself in, hammering her barrier and forcing it to yield, plunging fully into her womb, the feeling sending another orgasm washing over her. Nowhere near the explosive sense of pure joy the last had been, but still enough to make her entire body rock as waves of pleasure washed over her.
As the orgasm faded, she could feel something inside the tentacle shifting, ripples pulsing up along it, sliding into her. It took her a moment to realize she was feeling the seed pods moving through the tentacle; she had expected large, visible bulges. She felt the first one pass through her cervix, not sure if the sensation of it being ejected from the end of the granipositer was real or imagined, only knowing that it was happening, her womb was being filled, forced into service, the creature was making her its broodmare.
Her head fell back, her eyes closing as more and more seeds were driven into her body, ripples of pleasure running along her spine. It felt so good, so right, being pinned, helpless, used like this, by a creature giving her no thought, no concern, beyond primal, beyond primitive, mindless in its singular goal of spreading its seeds.
Her consciousness drifted, images, thoughts surfacing; fields of writhing, whipping tentacles stretched out before her; rough, harsh hooves grabbing her, binding her wings and then tossing her to them; wave after wave of tentacles assaulting her body, pumping their own seeds into her, potent, alive, growing, using her as the incubator this one wished her to be. She pictured herself strapped to a table, cold, emotionless ponies in medical garb around her, forcing her to ‘give birth’ to the freshly germinated tentacle beasts, coaxing each one from her marehood, giving no care to the pony that carried them. She was assaulted over and over in her fantasies, used, rutted and bred by all manner of writhing, wriggling, pounding, coiling, swaying tentacles, each more intense than the last.
She had no idea how long she was held there, her body being used by the creature. She let out a long, content sigh as she felt the granipositer slide back out of her foal-hole. As soon as it was removed, the leaves wrapped around her opened back up, the tentacles dangling her in mid air till a pair of pegasi, a mare and a stallion she noted idly, flew up to grab her, the beast releasing its hold the moment they did so.
“It’s alright miss, we gotcha,” the mare reassured her, both ponies holding her tight as they gently carried her to the ground.
Once down, Luna collapsed, her legs weak, her entire body sore, battered and exhausted. The chemicals she’d been pumped and injected with having worn off while she was entrapped by the pod, leaving her with only what little was left of her own strength. The stallion reached down, running a hoof down her withers. “You alright? Do you need anything? We can get you to a safe room and call a Den Mother if you want.”
She looked up at him and smiled, shaking her head as she rallied her strength. It would take more than a single session with a creature like this to overwhelm her fully. She forced herself to her hooves, already feeling herself revitalize. Her stomach was bloated, not to any obscene degree, but noticeably, and she could feel the motions of the seed pods within her everytime she moved, reminding her of what she had just gone through. She shook her head, still trying to process her thoughts, what she wished, needed, one idea above all taking the fore.
The mare watched as Luna’s hoof brushed over her belly. “Do you want to get those extracted? It’s not an issue, takes like five minutes and is really easy.”
Luna shook her head again. They may be useless, infertile mockeries of that which the creature wished to fill her with, but she would allow them to run their course. The thought only affirming her decision for what she wanted. She looked between the two ponies trying to care for her. “No, no, I am fine just, the experience was… more intense then I expected.”
They both looked relieved as she spoke, reassuring them she was alright. “Glad to hear that, take it you enjoyed it then? Was there anything you needed from us?”
Luna’s own grin broke like the moon rising over a mountain, bathing the land below in its silvery light. “Aye, on both counts. Twas eminently enjoyable, and I have need of one thing, information.Tell me, where doth one apply to join thine guild?”
Author's Note
And so another completed story is added to the CTS Luna saga. Hope you all enjoyed this little bit of fun.
Once again a massive thank you to Manifest Harmony for all her help and support in making these stories, both in encouraging me to keep going, and her amazing art for them, not to mention creating CTS to begin with. A special nod and thank you to Brony-wan-kenobi for coming up the idea for this particular Tentacle Tower and letting me use it. A very deep thank you to my lovely editing pet Penne for her hard work in helping to catch my many many typos and her always amazing thoughts and suggestions for making the story better.
Another big thanks to Wendy Crescent for the inclusion of her character Doctor Starsong, (Also, say hello to one of CTS' resident changelings, Graceful Motion, who was kind enough to entertain Luna while she was waiting for her lecture.) and for helping to touch up her scene with Luna. For those curious or wanting to see more of the relationship between these two, you won't have to wait long. The next planned CTS Luna story is a collaboration with her showing how these two first met and exploring that relationship as it grows.
Finally a massive thank you to all the amazing readers that have enjoyed these Luna stories and given so much positive support and enjoyed them so much. Thank you all.
