Daring Do's Tentacled Adventure
With the setting sun’s light upon her back, Daring Do decided it was a good time to settle down and make camp. Her saddlebags had long since begun to weigh heavy on her back from flying all day with little energy, but she planned to fix that with a big dinner. Daring had packed enough food to last for a couple of weeks, so she figured she’d treat herself to a hearty meal. Even though her estrus cycle had kicked in a couple of days ago, Daring wanted to stay active to help keep her mind off of her body’s animalistic desires.
After landing, she stretched her wings and unpacked her tent and sleeping bag. Once those were up, she rummaged around her campsite for dead sticks and leaves that she could use to light a fire. Once Daring had a small fire that was just warm enough to keep the evening’s cold at bay, she settled down on her stomach and laid her head on the ground, watching the flames grow higher and higher as they consumed the dead leaves. When the logs caught on fire, she pulled out her cooking equipment and made herself her favorite vegetable soup.
Feeling pretty full with just under half of the soup left in the pot, Daring rolled onto her back and contentedly nursed her full tummy, a pleased sigh escaping her lips. She reached into her saddlebag and pulled out one of the few sex toys she had brought along to help sate her needs, for now was as good a time to achieve a little release before bed. Feeling her swollen vulva pulse under her tail, she turned on her vibrator and slowly trailed it down her stomach, between her hind legs, and pressed it right up against her clitoris. The light vibrations made her tail hike up on reflex, sending small shocks of electricity down her hind legs. A soft smile grew on her lips as she pushed the head of the vibrator between her labia, her juices making the soft rubber slick. Her muzzle twitched as her pungent musk met her nostrils, one that indicated that she was ready to be rutted and bred.
She was so pent-up that it only took her a couple of minutes to near her first orgasm of many, but the sound of leaves rustling in the underbrush just outside of her campsite made her take pause. She turned off the vibrator and lifted her head, the light from the fire making it difficult to see into the darkness surrounding her campsite. Flicking her ears in each direction, she listened as hard as she could for the noise, wondering if she had attracted some animal with the scent of her soup.
After a minute of staying stock still and waiting in silence, she pushed herself up, her orgasm ruined. With a huff, she flicked her tail to rid it of her juices, then sat down closer to the fire. Its heat soothed her aching muscles as she idly wondered what she should do with the extra soup. Dumping it on the ground seemed like such a wasteful thing to do, but she needed to clean her cooking equipment so she could pack it back up.
As she bit her bottom lip, she finally decided to just dump it, figuring that she would have to be more frugal when she made dinner the next few nights. Though right before she touched the pot, she heard a distinct rustle come from the same bushes as before. Before she could investigate, an odd-looking creature slid out from its hiding spot. It had many pink and white limbs, all coiled up above its head. It crawled towards her on four smaller pink limbs, identical to the ones above its head. It had white fur and a featureless face, save for its cute little beady eyes. It stared at her for several seconds, almost like it had just realized she was there. It glanced over at her pot and took a couple of tentative steps towards it, then stopped, shooting another cautious but curious look her way.
“You hungry?” Daring softly asked. She stood up and grabbed the pot’s handle between her teeth, then set it down a few feet away from the creature. “It’s all yours if you want it, but careful; it’s still a little hot.” She backed off and lay down on the other side of the fire, her eyes never leaving the creature. It crawled forward, its eyes flicking between her and the pot before it crawled on top of it. Daring heard some light slurping sounds, much like a dog would make when it drank some water, then the creature purred in content. “I’m not that good of a cook, but I like what I make,” she said softly, flicking her tail around her hind legs.
A minute passed in near silence, save for the sound of the crackling wood and the creature eating her soup. Before she could react, it suddenly jumped at her, making her fall onto her back. Her hat fell down over her eyes as most of her breath was knocked from her lungs. “Woah! Careful, little guy...” she muttered with a grin as she pushed herself up with her wings. She cocked her head to the side as the creature wrapped its tendrils around her barrel, nuzzling her chest floof that poked out past her shirt. “Aww, you’re welcome, little one,” she said with a grin.
She patted the creature on the head as a cold breeze rolled through her campground, then felt its tendrils start to warm up. She glanced down and saw a thick white liquid ooze from the tip of each tendril, marking her with a sweet scent that made her feel more and more relaxed with each sniff. It loosened its grasp on her, then slid down her belly as it sniffed the air. It nuzzled her inner thighs, purring softly as it nudged her hind legs apart, revealing her puffy and soaked labia. She blushed as a naughty thought popped into her mind, wondering what those tendrils would feel like plunging in and out of her.
She reached out to show that she was down for a little frisky fun, but as soon as her hoof touched the creature, the tentacles around its head unfurled and wrapped themselves around her hind legs, pushing them further apart. The creature leaned in, sniffing at her arousal as Daring’s eyes went wide. “Woah! Easy there...” she murmured with a grin as its soft fur gently teased her thighs. “There’s no rush; we have all night, remember?”
Before she could utter another word, the tendrils lifted her up into the air, revealing the sheer strength of the creature, something that she never would have expected from such a small animal. It slid a tendril up her belly, popping off all of her shirt’s buttons as it squirmed against her fur. Daring’s eyebrows furrowed as the creature slowly undressed her with the tenderness only a skilled lover could demonstrate. Another tentacle pulled her hat off and tickled her behind her left ear, making her hind leg thump like a puppy. She couldn’t help but grin as she realized that she was in for a treat.
The creature laid her back down on the ground, so she rolled over onto her side to get into a more comfortable position. It kept her left hind leg held up in the air, giving it unfettered access to her most private treasure. After a few more sniffs, Daring felt one of its tentacles finally grace her soaked and dripping flower. Her wings trembled as it rubbed her clitoris, drawing itself up and down in between her labia, though never leaving her special love button. More of its cum dribbled down its tentacles as she bucked her hips towards the creature.
When her crotch was thoroughly soaked, two smaller tentacles came and latched onto her labia with their soft lips, gingerly pulling it apart. She had never felt so exposed in her life, and she was loving every single second of it. The creature was acting like the tenderest of lovers, one who would do anything to ensure that she got to feel levels of pleasure unheard of by any other mare.
She couldn’t help but feel a little impatient, though.
Wanting to get things rolling, she bucked her hips again, then saw a thick tendril, almost as thick as her leg, uncurl from around the creature. Her eyes went wide as her ears flicked back. “Uh... you sure that thing’ll fit?” she asked with a little bit of hesitation.
The creature nodded.
Daring watched with bated breath as the thick tentacle slithered around her left hind leg before it came to rest against her pussy. She took a few deep breaths, then nodded once. The tentacles on her labia pulled them apart a little more as the thick one pushed against her opening, pumping her slit full of its slick juices. The fire in her core grew twofold as her breathing became short and ragged.
She wanted, no, needed that tentacle inside her.
She needed it to rut her senseless to the point where a stallion could never satisfy her again.
The tentacle squirmed against her pussy, making no small amount of arousal seep from her slit. The dock of her tail grew wet as a mixture of her own juices and the creature’s cum flowed from their sources. None of her toys could compare to the sheer thickness that her pussy was gradually accepting, but she couldn’t back down from this challenge. Come on, you... you can do it! she thought to herself, her eyes clenching shut.
Suddenly, the tentacle started wriggling more and more until it slid inside her, forcing her eyes wide open. Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ as it slithered in and out of her by only a couple of inches. “W-Wow...” she huffed. It pushed deeper inside of her, making her vision grow blurry as it grazed against her G-spot. Her core grew to a raging inferno. What’s the hold-up? If it’s gonna tease me for much longer, I’m gonna have to take things into my own hooves... she thought, though right before she was about to get up and start riding the tentacle like a dildo, she felt a smaller tentacle graze against her puckered tail hole. It gave her no choice in the matter as her rear entrance accepted the tendril with open arms. She felt no pain, only pleasure, making her wonder if the creature’s juices had some way of reducing pain. Daring was by no means an expert in anal play, but she enjoyed it almost as much as she loved a good rutting.
Finally, the tentacle bottomed out inside of her rear end. It pulled back and squirted her full of its juices, then started to fuck her slowly, coating itself in its lube. Its speed grew until it pistoned in and out of her with reckless abandon; if it wasn’t for the creature holding her in place, she would have surely been pushed across the campground.
The thicker tentacle squirmed around inside of her velvety tunnel, coating each and every single one of her nerve endings with its juices. Her forelegs curled up against her chest as her wings unfurled, the tips of each feather trembling and twitching. “Sweet Celestia...” she moaned, feeling the tentacle in her pussy pull almost all the way out. She felt terribly empty, an innate need to be fucked growing within her core with each passing second. “P-Please...” she begged. “Please fuck me!” I wanna be dripping with cum by the time we’re done... she thought, fantasies of her moans filling the forest running through her mind.
Little did she know was that her fantasy was about to become real.
The thick tentacle slithered its way back inside of her, taking its sweet time. Its tip firmly pressed against her G-spot and wiggled back and forth, forcing a moan from Daring’s lips. That moan rang throughout the trees, startling a few birds into flight. The creature paused for a few seconds, making her lift her head up to see what the matter was, only to see another tentacle rise up to greet her muzzle. Its tip waggled about in the air as if it was telling her to be quiet, then pressed up against her lips. She happily opened her lips with a sly grin, then felt another tentacle press against the side of her head, gently guiding it back to the ground. When she was comfortable, she felt the tentacle start to explore her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her as it finally found the entrance to her throat. It prodded it a couple of times, then pulled back. Her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for it to plunge down her throat, to ultimately paint it white with cum, but it simply sat in place on her tongue.
Daring wrapped her front hooves around the tentacle and tried to force it deeper; she needed it to throatfuck her. Much to her momentary dismay, however, a couple of tentacles pulled her hooves away and pinned them to her chest. Her nostrils flared as the tentacle pumped her mouth full of a sweet-tasting juice, and as her cheeks started to bulge, she had no choice but to swallow. She swallowed once, feeling its juices trickle down her throat, then as she swallowed again, the tentacle forced its way into her throat, making a silly grin form on her face.
That was exactly what she needed.
She moaned loudly as the tentacle in her pussy started bottoming out in her tight passage, though her moan was mostly muffled by the tentacle lodged deep in her throat; if it went any deeper it’d go into her stomach. Her eyes slid shut as she chose to simply revel in the sensations that no stallion could ever give her.
She had half a mind to keep this creature as her pet.
As her moans came more frequently, Daring’s ears started twitching like they always did when she neared the point of no return. Whenever she masturbated, she tended to edge herself several times before she would allow herself to cum, but the creature had no such thoughts. She squirmed against the tentacles holding her forelegs, wanting to furiously rub her clitoris to help give her a mind-blowing orgasm, but they were held tight. Daring whimpered as her rump wiggled about on the dirt, wanting anything to help push herself over the edge when she felt a tentacle, much like the ones holding her labia apart, wrap its lips around her whole clitoris, encapsulating it in a warm embrace.
“Mmfff!” she groaned as her hips bucked out of control, feeling that tentacle start to nurse from her clitoris, sucking and licking it with a heightened fervor. Her mind went wonderfully blank as an orgasm more powerful than she’d ever experienced surged throughout her body, making her muscles tense up over and over. She squirted hard, soaking the creature’s fur with her repeated shots of her cum. The tentacle in her mouth swelled, struggling to get something past her lips for a few seconds before it managed to force itself in. Her stomach grew warm with the creature’s cum as load after load was pumped inside of her, too much for her body to handle. Cum started to dribble from her nose, blocking her airway. She snorted a couple of times and was just barely able to clear her nose, letting her take a deep breath, which quickly turned into a moan as her pussy and rear received the same treatment.
She felt that same warmth finally grace her deepest depths, slightly dampening the fire in her core. Daring couldn’t do anything but lay there in her lover’s embrace as her body accepted the fruits of their labor. A little bit of cum slipped past the tight seal made between her pussy and the tentacle inside of it, matting her tail. It shot a few more weaker shots inside of her, then finally stopped altogether. The tentacle in her mouth finally slid out, only to pump a few more loads onto her face which was quickly nuzzled into her fur, marking her with the creature’s scent.
The creature purred softly as it pulled its tentacle from her rear. A good bit of cum slipped out of her stretched hole before it slowly puckered shut, trapping the remaining cum inside of her. Using a couple more of its tendrils, the creature lifted Daring’s hind legs further up into the air, lifting her butt off of the ground before it pulled its thick tentacle from her aching, though well-pleasured, pussy. Small aftershocks from her orgasm pushed a lot of cum from her aching slit, making it dribble down across her rear entrance and down her back until it met her wings.
Is it... trying to keep its cum inside of me? Like it’s trying to get me pregnant? That’s kinda cute... Daring numbly thought as her forelegs were released. After a few more seconds, the creature gently set her down and wrapped its tentacles back around the top of its head. It hopped on her lower belly and lay down, purring as it nuzzled right where her womb was.
Wondering if she had enough strength to make it to her tent, she lifted the creature up with a hoof and stood up on trembling legs. She flexed her wings, then flitted towards her tent as she felt no small amount of cum slip from her pussy, leaving a trail of cum behind her. She pushed the entrance flap aside with her right hoof and promptly collapsed upon her sleeping bag, holding the creature close. “It’s gonna be a cold night tonight, little fella,” she said, nuzzling its cheek with a warm smile. “You’re more than welcome to stay the night with me if you wanna get a little frisky tomorrow morning!”
The creature chirped happily and snuggled up against her side. “Hehe, I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, feeling some cum slip from between her folds. She didn’t care about the mess, for her mind was still blissfully numb from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure. She giggled as she opened up her sleeping bag, made sure that her new friend had enough room, then slid inside of it. As an afterthought, she draped a wing over the creature, then promptly passed out.
Little did she know was that the creature had been releasing pheromones into the night sky all throughout their lovemaking, marking the location for his friends to converge on.
Daring was in for a treat when she woke up the next morning.
