The Golem

Luna's words would have been a lot more reassuring if Twilight had been able to move. Or see. But the vines had wrapped around her head like a blindfold, all she could see was green. They gripped her limbs tightly, stretching them all out. Twilight had little doubt what they were going to do next.

Truth be told she wasn't all that nervous. She had read quite a few books about this sort of thing. She couldn't even say she had never touched herself to thought of tentacles. She was curious what it was really like, but had never found a way to try. When she wasn't horny, she was smart enough not to summon anything that might do it, and when she was horny enough to seriously think about doing it, she couldn't focus enough to cast the spells it would take. But here were these helpful vines, slithering all around her. "I'm ready," she whispered.

The vines listened.

They wrenched her back legs apart, and she felt stalks dive into her pussy and ass. She gasped as she did so, allowing another one to shoot down her throat.

Yes, she had fantasized about these kinds of things, but the reality was so much better. She hadn't even considered what it would feel like to lifted into the air, to not even have the ground under her hooves, but now she was completely engulfed. There was nothing, no ground, no air, nothing around her but vines. Vines that wanted in her. And they filled her to the brim. She had thought she had given herself up to Luna before. But that didn't matter now. It didn't matter if she gave herself up; the vines owned her. Her body was theirs, they could worm and twist and send shoots into every part of her. They could walk her around like a puppet if they wanted. And if they owned her body like that, she thought, dimly, why shouldn't they have her mind as well. She loved the vines, she decided. Let them take me, let them make me part of them.

She didn't even notice she was suffocating (being dead has its perks), but the vines did. The stalk in her throat withdrew, bringing with it long strands of saliva. The ones around her chest tightened and loosened, forcing her to breathe. Then a new vine slid into her mouth, to explore her throat. Twilight Sparkle barely noticed. She let the vines do what they would, for the vines were good.

But try as she might to forget herself, to be the vines, there was one part of her body that insisted on feeling. And strongly. She could feel every twist of the vines in her pussy, and every little brush of plant against the inside of her ass. It would have been disappointing, that separateness, that awareness, except, the last vestige of thought that her pussy summoned was, "do these things cum?"

They filled her completely. All of her holes had no fewer than two vines in them. Her mouth was stuffed, and more continued down her throat, wrapped around each other in a helix that unwound into a knot in her stomach. She did not know how many were down below. Only that her pussy and ass were both stretched as wide as they ever had been.

when this was done, when they had filled her, when she had given herself up to them completely, they changed their motion. Her body tried to squirm as the vine in her pussy started to untangle themselves, as she felt the knots moving around in her. Then they began to pump. Each at a different time, so that as one was pulling out, another was driving in. Then the ones in her ass did the same. Then the ones in her mouth.

Even her golem, which she did not remember at all now, couldn't do anything like the vines. They stretched her, they filled her. There was not one spot on her body that could feel that did not have a vine on it. Except one. There was almost no Twilight Sparkle now/ Her body was a thing for the vines to use. The only thing left, the only thing that was not vine, was a clitoris, suspended high above the forest floor, burning with need.

Ages passed, it felt like to the clit, before the vines paid it heed. It started just as the lightest tickle, a touch so light the clit was not even sure if it had really happened. Then another. And another. The big, thick vines did not do anything to it. Instead they sprouted off new vines, thin and soft. More and more of these tickled the clit, until it was completely surrounded by thousands of the tiny sprigs. The tickling intensified into something far more as the crowd increased. A pressure was growing in it. It had been growing for a long time, but now it was close to the breaking point.

And then she came. Twilight Sparkle came. Her mind flaring back up like a star exploding. It was soon consumed once again in the explosion. And then there was neither Twilight, nor vines. No bodies, no things, only a universe of pure ecstasy. It was only as it faded that she could feel it in her body, every inch of her tingling, a soft warmth that suffused her.

And then she felt something hard. Something neither orgasm nor vine. It was, Twilight suddenly realized, the ground. The vines had unwrapped her and put her down. She felt cold, naked, without their embrace. There was a light from ahead. The gate was now open. She remembered that was a good thing.

A hoof prodded her, but she just wanted to sleep. "It looks like somepony had a good time," said a voice that she realized must have been princess Luna's.

"Mmmrm," she said.

Luna prodded her again, sharply. "Get up, lazy," she said. "Or have you forgotten how much of a hurry you were in."

Luna was mean, Twilight thought, unfortunately, she was also right. Twilight slowly, slowly stood up. She felt cold, and incredibly empty, as if the vines had scooped everything out of her, bones and all.

Luna watched her. "Ahh. I remember my first time with the vines. They really are something, aren't they?" she said. "But come on. You'll feel better once we're through the gate. Luna put her wing around Twilight's neck and propelled her forward.

The light of the sun was almost blinding when they stepped out into the field. Twilight was very confused, because when she could do more then squint, the gate was nowhere to be seen. "Where," she began.

"Normal ponies are not meant to pass through that gate," Luna said. "There is no entrance in this world. Only when ponies die, do they end up there. The gate is guarded to keep them from coming back to Equestria."

"Keep them from coming back?"

"Look at your hoof," Luna said.

Twilight looked at her hoof. It was perfectly normal, except that she could see the ground under it. She turned around, looking at her body, it was all transparent. "I'm a ghost?" she said.

"Yes, and now we just to get back to your body, and you'll be as good as new." Luna, who Twilight now noticed was also transparent, bounded up into the air. "Now where were you, exactly, when you died?"

"In the basement of my castle," she said. "I'll show you." She leapt up, like she had seen Luna do, and found that she floated, even without using her wings. She willed herself higher, until she could see Ponyville off in the distance.

It's almost a shame, Twilight thought as they glided over the landscape, this would be so much more interesting if I didn't already have wings. She saw Rainbow Dash flying right at them. She waved out of habit, and yelled "Hi, Rainbow. If you found me, don't worry. I'm okay." Rainbow didn't react, and kept flying right through them.

"We're invisible," Luna said. "That's another part of this that's great fun. Watch." They landed in Ponyville. As they made their way to the castle, Luna walked up to a stallion. "Hello, good sir," she said, raising her tail in his face, "your princess desires your cock, please fuck me now." He didn't react. Luna laughed, "I love doing that."

Twilight made a mental note to try it the next time she died (which was weird to think about for her). But otherwise, didn't react much. She just kept walking, as Luna danced lewdly around every pony they crossed.

Eventually they reached the castle. Luna went first, and walked straight through the wall. Twilight was still getting used to being a ghost and hesitated before following her.

"So I was, this way," Twilight said, once she was inside. She sank into the floor, and came out right in the room she had been in. The golem was still there. It was still pounding away at her body.

"Wow," Luna said.

"Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"If you say so." Luna looked around her, concentrating. "Wait here. I'll be right back." She disappeared with a flash. A few moments later reappeared. She was solid now. She walked up to the golem, inspecting it. She yanked the scroll out of its mouth, and it stopped dead. She pulled Twilight's body off of it, and took a look at the underside. She whistled when she saw its dick.

Then she left it, and went over to Twilight's body, whose increasingly impatient ghost followed her. "Let's see," she said, running her magic over the body. She spoke to the air, "It's bad. Your pelvis is completely shattered. A lot of your internal organs are pretty messed up, too. Alicorn magic or not, you're going to have trouble walking for a while." As she spoke, waves of magic washed over the body. Twilight watched her legs twist from their unnatural positions and re attach to her hips. She noticed—to her horror—that she could see her stomach churning as things moved around inside.

After several minutes of intense concentration, Luna released her magic, and let the body lie limp. "Whenever you are ready, Twilight Sparkle, simply float back into your body. Your natural magic will do the rest. Just be warned, this will hurt."

Twilight braced herself, and did as she was told. Luna had not been kidding about the pain. Her whole lower half felt like it was on fire. She groaned. That just made it hurt more.

"May I offer a suggestion?" Luna said, "Next time you kill yourself, just use a rope."

Twilight groaned angrily at her. Luna helped her up. The pain was still bad, it was starting to fade already.

"Just take it easy for a while," Luna said, for once with compassion in her voice. "I must return to Canterlot now. Let me know how you are doing. When you're better I'll be sure to invite you over one night, my ass would very much appreciate it." Luna teleported away.

Twilight looked at the golem, still frozen in position. She floated some scrolls and a quill over. The experiment was done, and now it was time for the write up. 'Overall success' Twilight began. The report went on, and so did her plans for the golem.