“I don't know if this is a good idea…” said Sweetie Belle. As usual, she was the voice of reason among the three. She had greatly opposed the idea of delving into the Everfree Forest at all, let alone going this deep. She didn't like it, the deep, dark, magical Everfree being the subject of many horror stories told around the campfire. The Everfree Forest was a place of magic, mystery, and, Sweetie Belle’s least favorite, darkness. The fact that she and her friends had to dive into depths of the most frightening location in all of Equestria wasn't made any easier to handle by the fact that they had to do so at night.
The three Crusaders worked their way through the forest, Applebloom with her saddlebags in front, Scootaloo following behind, and Sweetie bringing up the rear. It was late, and a school night, so they needed to be quick, lest they got found out and subsequently grounded. Ordinarily, Sweetie Belle wouldn’t be willing to risk enticing her sister’s wrath, but she knew this was a good cause. That didn’t mean she had to like the idea, though. She still thought that going into the Everfree Forest, after dark and without supervision, was a really, very, 100% bad plan.
As usual, Sweetie Belle was the voice of reason, and, as usual, that reasonable voice was silenced by a quick majority vote.
“Come on, Sweetie, don't be such a chicken,” said Scootaloo, though her voice was notably trembling. “There's nothing to be scared of, except the dark.”
“And the spiders,” added Sweetie. “And the bats. Timberwolves.”
“Don’t forget about Ursai. Maybe a savage drake or two.” Now that Scootaloo said it aloud, it was a lot harder to maintain her courageous facade. “And manticores… Dang it, AB, why are we out here this late anyway?”
“Look, I don't like being out here any more than y’all, but we got a job to do,” said Applebloom, leading the Crusaders forward in their work. “That poor little Whinry needs potion ingredients to finally get her special talent is alchemy.”
“Okay, I get that.” Sweetie Belle spoke in a hushed whisper, as if afraid of being overheard. “But why do we have to do this now? Can't it wait until morning?” She stepped on a twig, snapping it beneath her hoof and making herself jump in surprise. “When the sun is up…”
“Cause we out here looking for Mourning Glories, a flower that dies in the sunlight unless picked,” explained Applebloom. “If we can just get her this flower, it'll make all of her special brews about a billion times stronger!”
“Well… If it’s to help a filly figure out her Cutie Mark, I guess we can tough it out,” said Scootaloo. She looked to her friends carefully. “Not that I was scared or anything.”
“I know, I know, y’all ain’t scared of nothing,” said Applebloom, as if she had heard this sort of thing a million times before.
“Well… Maybe a couple of things. I mean, what kind of psycho isn’t afraid of anything?!” Scootaloo shrunk down slightly, looking over her shoulder to glance at Sweetie. ”But, y’know… I’m not scared if you’re not scared. Are you scared, AB?”
“Not really. Uncomfortable, a might nervous… But I ain’t scared.”
“How about you, Sweetie?”
“Maybe a little…” said Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo sighed quietly, though she relaxed slightly when she felt Sweetie’s hoof gently touch her shoulder. “But if you’re brave enough to get through this, I will be, too.”
“Okay, then. I’ll be brave for both of us.”
Ahead of them, Applebloom smirked. She didn’t want to say anything, because she knew that Scootaloo would ruin the moment, but she loved her girls for moments like this. Those two friends of hers were incredibly sweet when they wanted to be.
“Hey, Sweetie,” said Applebloom, still stumbling through the dark. “Think you can give us a little bit of light? I can’t see my hoof in front of my face.”
“I’ll try, but I don’t know how bright I can go. I haven’t been practicing as much as I should be…” Sweetie Belle sighed, then sent a surge of magic through her horn, manifesting in a pale green ball of light balancing on the tip of her horn. The light was faint, barely bathing them all in its feeble glow, but it was an improvement on the darkness they were trapped in just a second before.
“Good work, Sweetie!” Scootaloo patted her friend on the back, which brought a grin to Sweetie’s face.
“Thanks, Scoot, but I don’t know how long I can hold this,” grunted Sweetie Belle. Even as she spoke, her light flickered slightly. “So let’s hurry up and get this flower, okay? I’ve gotta try to focus…”
“You heard her, Scoot. Let’s go,” said Applebloom. She picked up the pace to a slow jog through the dark, twisting woods. They moved in silence to allow Sweetie to concentrate on her spell, the quiet broken only by the occasional snapping of a twig underhoof or the hoot of an owl among the trees. Time ticked along, drawing the Crusaders deeper and deeper into the night as they searched.
“We should be getting close,” said Applebloom. “Zecora told me that Mourning Glories grow about an hour trot deep into the forest… Wait! There’s one!”
The Crusaders hurried over to a single flower,with glowing purple petals, as it grew at the base of a large tree. Sweetie Belle killed her light, letting the glow of the flower illuminate the area. Applebloom, who had a bit of an appreciation for alchemy herself, paused for a moment to gawk at the small, yet powerful, flower. She’d have to come back here with Zecora at a later date in order to grab some more for herself. Until then, she decided she’d have to live vicariously through Whinry.
“Mission accomplished, Cutie Mark Crusaders,” said Applebloom as she plucked the flower from the dirt. She deposited the Mourning Glory into a glass jar from her saddlebags with a grin on her face. “We got it!”
“Great, now let’s get the heck out of here!” hissed Sweetie. “If Rarity finds out I was out after dark, she’ll ground me until I’m sixty!”
“Yeah, Bloom, I’m tired, anyway,” said Scootaloo. “And my aunts like to wake me up early, so I need some sleep.”
“Sure thing, let’s… Uh…” Applebloom fidgeted slightly. “Actually, can y’all give me a minute?”
“What for?”
“I gotta… I gotta use the lil filly’s room.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? Why didn’t you go before we left?!” demanded Scootaloo.
“I ain’t have to go then! Look, I’ll be quick, just wait a second!” said Applebloom. She delved a bit deeper into the woods for some privacy, leaving Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle all alone.
“And she’s gone,” sighed Scootaloo. “Geez, she couldn’t hold it? I don’t like being here any longer than I have to be…”
“We’re almost out of the woods, Scoots,” said Sweetie Belle. “Literally. We can tough it out a few more minutes.”
“So you’re holding up okay?”
“It’s kinda scary out here, but it’s not that bad. I know you guys wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, just like I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Sweetie Belle smiled widely. “We Crusaders watch each other’s backs, right?” Scootaloo matched her grin.
“Right!” The two shared a hug before dropping down onto the ground to wait for their friend. Sweetie Belle lit up her horn again, making her light go brighter and letting it dim in an exercise that Twilight had taught her to improve her control over her magic. Scootaloo watched her friend go, marvelling at unicorn magic, not for the first time in her life. The minutes ticked along, and unease clawed at the girls.
“She’s been gone a while, hasn’t she?” said Sweetie nervously. “You think we should check on her?”
“She’s fine. She probably just went really far so that we won’t hear her tinkle,” said Scootaloo. “Applebloom is tough. She can take care of herself.”
“I know, but still, I—”
A sudden shriek split the air, calling for the two fillies’ attention. It was Applebloom, that much they could tell for sure. The two shared a glance, but needed no words to communicate the fact that they needed to move. They ran out, following the path that Applebloom had taken deeper into the woods.
“AB! Are you okay?” called Scootaloo. “Bloom! Bloom!”
“Oh no, where is she?” Sweetie darted her eyes nervously, looking for some sign of Applebloom. “Applebloom! Appleblo—EEP!”
Sweetie tripped over something and tumbled to the ground, rolling forward a bit. Scootaloo doubled back to check on her friend, nearly tripping over the thing that got Sweetie, the thing she had stepped over in the first place.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” asked Scootaloo. She stooped down to help Sweetie back to her hooves. “What happened?”
“I tripped over something.” Sweetie Belle turned on her light and focused it into a beam, and used the magically improvised flashlight to view the ground. Sweetie lifted what she had tripped over, her heart falling into a pit in her stomach.
“Applebloom’s saddlebags…” Scootaloo looked around, panic clawing at her. “Applebloom! AB! Where are you!”
Scootaloo let out a squeal as something wrapped around her hind hoof and hoisted her into the air. A similar fate soon befell Sweetie, who was also raised up and upside down. A thin, greenish-brown tendril slithered from her leg to her face, rubbing gently against her nose.
“What the heck is this?” Sweetie focused her light on the tendril, which didn’t seem to like the added attention; It let out a jet of some sort of orangeish fog from its tip, which Sweetie immediately and inadvertently inhaled. She coughed and hacked, but felt its effects immediately. She went drowsy, and, after just a few seconds, her eyes grew heavy and fluttered closed.
“Let her go!” shouted Scootaloo. “Leave her—ACK!”
The tendril turned and shot out a cloud of smoke for Scootaloo as well. Just like her friend, the effects were near-instant. Scootaloo tried to fight it, but soon enough, an unwilling sleep claimed her as well.
Applebloom slowly blinked awake, coughing up that cloud of fog from the tendrils that had taken her. Her head swam, and it took a few moments for her to get her head straight. The first thing she noticed was that she was upside down, which was part of why she felt so dizzy. She was being held upside down, a feet feet from the ground, by the tendrils that had taken her in the first place. One was wrapped securely around each hind hoof, and another one was wrapped around her middle. Not tightly enough to hurt, but enough for Applebloom to squirm uncomfortably as she tried to escape.
“What in tarnation is this?” Applebloom kicked and thrashed, with little success. Suddenly, the tendrils holding her legs pulled them apart, and a fourth tendril emerged from the dirt, rubbing itself against Applebloom’s sensitive, virgin pussy. She snapped her legs closed, almost managing to snag the vine that had touched her before it slithered free. “Whoa, there, partner! Y’all best stay away from there, if you know what’s good for ya.”
The tendrils, apparently, didn’t know what was good for them, and they immediately spread Applebloom’s legs apart again. They held her tighter, pulling back as she tried and failed to conceal herself. In a last ditch effort, Applebloom covered her tiny slit with her tail, but this was a very temporary solution. A fifth vine emerged, this one used to hold Applebloom’s tail down and out of the way.
“Let me go!” Applebloom struggled in the vines’ grasp, but couldn’t escape. The tendril returned to her pussy, running its slimy, warm exterior up and down Applebloom’s lower lips. The filly let out an involuntary moan, at which point the tentacle increased in speed. Applebloom quivered, unable to stop the pleasure she felt from the slick, mysterious tentacle. Two smaller tendrils sprouted from the main one, and they gently spread Applebloom’s twat open for the larger main tentacle to invade.
“Stop! Lemme go, please!” If the tentacles could hear Applebloom’s begging, they ignored her and worked quicker, squirming through Applebloom’s unexplored insides. The little filly had never felt anything like it. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying it, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was, but there was an undeniable dimension of pleasure to the tentacles’ ministrations. It squirmed inside of her, twitching slightly against Applebloom’s velvety walls.
“W-whoa, nelly…” panted Applebloom, her head swimming both from pleasure and from the blood rushing to her head. She squeaked as the tentacle sped up, working her foal pussy quicker than she was prepared for. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a long, low squeal as she came, convulsing tightly around the tentacle. The tendril swelled slightly and throbbed, depositing a large load of hot, sticky cum into the newly-deflowered Applebloom. Cum burst from her used pussy, dripping down her body and sticking into her fur.
“What just happened?” Applebloom quivered slightly as she tried to recover from her first orgasm. Her afterglow was interrupted by a rustling in the brush around her, which stole all of her attention. Her eyes went wide as Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were dragged into view by several more tentacles. They were still out of it, but, besides being unconscious, seemed okay.
“Sweetie! Scoots!” Applebloom kicked and thrashed again, and, just like before, the tentacles didn’t even notice her efforts. “Can y’all at least turn me upside-right, I’m getting dizzy.”
The tentacles heard her that time, apparently, and swiftly flipped her upright, with her forehooves suspended high above her head. Cum dribbled from her pussy and down her thighs, pooling on the ground beneath her. She watched as the tentacles pulled Sweetie Belle, then Scootaloo, into the air much like they did to her; securing their legs and midsection.
“Guys! Wake up!” shouted Applebloom, her breathing still haggard and labored. “Come on, you two, wake up!”
Whether it was due to Applebloom’s shouting or just the gas from the tentacles wearing off, the other Crusaders began to stir. Scootaloo came to first, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She instinctively kicked in a futile attempt to get free, but, just as with Applebloom, the tentacles had no intention of letting her go.
“What the…?” Scootaloo darted her eyes, her gaze eventually falling on Applebloom, particularly her dripping, thoroughly-fucked fillyhood. “Bloom? What the heck happened to you?”
“These… These things, they went inside me,” said Applebloom with a slight shudder. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m fine. Are you okay? They ain’t hurt you, did they?”
“No, not really. They just knocked us out with this cloud of gas,” said Scootaloo.
“Scoots… AB…” Sweetie soon joined her friends in consciousness, blinking awake slowly. “Oh thank goodness, you’re okay. What’s going on?”
It seemed as if the tentacles were waiting for all three girls to be awake before continuing, because they started right back up. They seemed mostly focused on Scootaloo for the time being, spreading her legs open. The little pegasus resisted, thrashing and a fighting to close her legs, to no avail.
“Scoot, calm down,” said Applebloom. “They ain’t gonna hurt ya. It’s gonna feel kinda funny, but—”
Applebloom found herself cut off by a sudden yelp from Scootaloo as a tentacle, about twice as thick as the one that had fucked Applebloom, suddenly invaded her unprepared fillyhole. This tentacle seemed to lack the patience of its kin, because it went to town on Scootaloo immediately. She had no time to prepare herself before the thick shaft of the tendril pounded at her small, inexperienced cunt. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom could do little more than watch and blush as their friend moaned around the strange, rough tentacle.
“S-slow down!” squealed Scootaloo, her pleas immediately ignored. She shook and quivered as the tip of tentacle smashed against her tiny cervix. Scootaloo fought back the tears, her small body quivering in pain and pleasure in equal measure. She bit her lip to avoid screaming aloud as the tentacle bottomed out inside her one last time, throbbing in her pussy as it deposited a hot dose of tentacle spunk directly into her womb. The tentacle remained inside of Scootaloo, keeping the majority of its cum inside the little filly. Scootaloo breathed labored breaths, but she wasn’t even worried for herself at that moment, because she knew what was coming next.
Next was Sweetie’s turn.
“N-no thank you, Mr. Plant-Tentacle-Thingy!” said Sweetie Belle nervously as the tentacles spread her legs and slithered down her middle. “P-please don’t…”
“Hey! You dumb plant thing, leave her alone!” shouted Scootaloo. “Don’t touch her! You can have me again if you want, just leave Sweetie alone!”
The tentacles apparently had no further interest in fucking Scootaloo, because they moved on as if they weren’t aware that Scootaloo had even spoke. The tentacle tweaked her clit, which made Sweetie squeak in surprise. She sent a surge of magic through her horn, which manifested itself in the form of a weak, directionless wave of light. The tentacles shook in the wake of Sweetie’s feeble display of magic, then stood stock-still.
A particularly thick and strong tentacle shot from the dirt, wrapping itself firmly around Sweetie’s horn. Unprepared for the contact with her sensitive horn, Sweetie let out another formles, directionless surge of magic, which had a similar effect; The tentacles trembled, then stood still for a moment.
“They don’t like magic!” said Applebloom. “Sweetie Belle, blast em!”
“But I don’t know any blasting spells! Twilight didn’t teach me how to fight with magic yet!” said Sweetie.
“Just try it!”
“Grr… Fine!” Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, surging magic through her horn. She tried to recall everything that Twilight had taught her about concentrating her magic, how to form it into a useful tool, and fired a beam of pale green energy from her horn. The tentacle holding her horn retreated, quaking in response to the spell. Just as Sweetie thought she had succeeded, the tentacle shot forward and gripped her horn again, tighter than before.
SNAP!
Sweetie Belle shrieked in pain as the tentacle snapped her horn clean off, dropping the now useless magical conduit to the ground. Tears streaked down Sweetie’s face, and her shaky, agonized sobs echoed throughout the forest. Her friends looked on in horror, particularly Applebloom, who felt personally responsible. Not just for Sweetie’s horn, but for everything that was happening.
“Oh God…” Applebloom couldn’t muster more than that before two tentacles, both larger than the first, suddenly invaded her pussy. Applebloom cried out in pain, because these tentacles were more than just bigger versions of her first; These were prickly, with sharp thorns along their entire length. They pounded her, slicing the inside of her walls and coating themselves in her blood. Applebloom sobbed in agony, any pleasure she felt the first time around thoroughly forgotten. This was pure suffering.
While Applebloom was being fucked into a bloody heap, several more tentacles emerged from the ground, each thicker than the one before it. Two of them found Scootaloo’s pussy, and quickly forced the uneager filly open with their girth. She let out a pained grunt, which morphed into an agonized squeal when a third tentacle pushed her tail out of the way and rammed itself into her tight ass, spreading her hole apart with no concern for her comfort. They pounded into her dry, the only lubrication coming in the form of Scootaloo’s own blood from her torn asshole.
“P-please, let us go…” sobbed Sweetie Belle. Several tentacles turned their attention to Sweetie, who was too afraid to even think about resisting. A single tendril, the biggest so far at around six inches in diameter, made its way to Sweetie’s tender opening. It slowly eased its way into Sweetie Belle, its massive girth spreading Sweetie open, splitting her cunt and ruining her innocence. She screamed as her pussy was violated by something too big for a mare twice her size. The tentacle paused, then retreated, leaving only the tip inside of Sweetie. Barbed hooks sprouted along the length of the tentacle before it plunged back into Sweetie’s pussy. Her screams intensified as the barbed tentacle pounded her pussy raw, ripping and shredding her walls into a bleeding pile of meat. The tentacle slammed itself forward, piercing her cervix and fucking her womb directly. It pounded her uterus almost inside out before swelling and bursting a healthy dose of cum into Sweetie Belle’s bleeding pussy.
“B-b-bloom…” sobbed Sweetie Belle, dripping a mixture of cum, blood, and shredded flesh from her pussy as the tentacle painfully ripped itself from her depths.
“I’m s-sorry, guys.” Applebloom squeezed her eyes shut, the pain too much for her. “This is m-my fault. I’m sor—”
The tentacle that was just raping Sweetie’s cunt suddenly shot over to Applebloom, burying itself in her ear canal in a single thrust. The tentacle came through the other ear, piercing Applebloom’s skull and brain with a sickening squelch. The remaining Crusaders screamed in horror as the bits of Applebloom’s brains and the cum from Sweetie Belle dripped onto the ground. Applebloom’s hind leg twitched slightly, trembling in her death throes, before the tentacle retreated. More of Applebloom’s blood and brain came with the tentacle as it left her head with a wet pop. The tentacles dropped Applebloom’s body into the pinkish pool of cum and blood, then they went to join their brothers on the other Crusaders.
“Applebloom!” Scootaloo fought fruitlessly, even as more tentacles invaded her holes. A second tentacle joined the ass-rape, and the tentacles in her pussy quickly came, then retreated to make room for the thicker, barbed tendrils. Scootaloo felt fury, grief, and agony in equal measure, unable to take her eyes off of the fallen body of her friend. Finally, she broke into proper tears, sobbing openly. The tentacles, apparently pleased by this result, saw fit to further violate Scootaloo, forcing another tentacle into her ass and two more into her pussy. They pounded away at her insides, pushing through her ruined womb and fucking her guts into a mass of bloody gore.
“Scootaloo…” snivelled Sweetie. “N-no!”
The tentacles surged forward, pushing as far into Scootaloo as they could. Some managed to go all the way through, and emerged from Scootaloo’s mouth, covered in blood and bits of her intestines. Others writhed beneath her skin, visibly distending her belly with squirming, twitching tendrils. In one last act of defiance, Scootaloo bit down on the tentacles in her mouth, doing little more than annoying them. They fucked her harder, sprouting more thorns to further ruin her insides. Sweetie watched in total helplessness while her friend died just a few feet away.
A tentacle burst through Scootaloo’s chest, spraying Sweetie Belle with a mist of blood. Scootaloo attempted a scream, but the tentacles fucking her throat from the inside made this difficult. Another tentacle punched through Scootaloo’s flesh, and, like the one before it, continued fucked the wounds that they had made. More and more tentacles punched through Scootaloo’s middle, eventually pulling her apart into two piece and dropping her corpse to the ground. Some of the tentacles turned for Sweetie, while others lifted up Scootaloo’s bottom half, letting her mangled intestines drip from her torn midsection, and shoved themselves into her dead holes. A similar fate befell Applebloom’s corpse, with a few tentacles diving into her ass, pussy, and ear canal, defiling her even in death.
Sweetie Belle thought she was out of tears, but learned quickly that this was not the case when one of the tentacles pried open her mouth and forced itself past her lips. It fucked her throat fiercely while another tentacle wrapped itself around Sweetie’s neck, constricting and making an even tighter orifice for its brother. Sweetie thrashed as her body began craving oxygen. Her face went blue and her body quaked while her friends’ corpses were being fucked around her. Before, Sweetie just wanted to get away. Now, all she could hope for was to join her fellow Crusaders.
Sweetie felt her eyes roll in the back of her head, her thoughts swim as the tentacles literally fucked the life out of her. More filled her cunt and ass, the tentacles unwilling to let Sweetie die without something in each of her holes. Her legs kicked as she begged for air, and she could feel herself losing consciousness.
The tentacle around her neck jerked suddenly, ripping Sweetie’s head clean off of her shoulders, sending a fountain of blood up and out onto the three fresh corpses on the ground. The tendril in her mouth continued fucking her head, and several tentacles plunged into her body through the neckhole. The tentacles pounded her corpse from all possible entryways, her cunt, her ass, what remained of her throat, ruining her body even further. The tentacles swelled in the dead filly, each letting out a burst out a burst of cum that dripped to the ground where it mixed with blood and gore to make a chunky, pinkish pool of fluids.
The tentacles dropped Sweetie and her head to the ground, as well as Applebloom’s body and Scootaloo’s back half, before slowly wrapping around what remained of the three fillies. They slowly dragged the fillies into the dirt, their lust satiated for the time being. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Applebloom disappeared beneath the surface of the earth, their bodies never to be recovered by anypony.
