Fluttershy hesitantly stepped off the bus, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder as the eyes the poorly kept entrance. Tentacle Park. The place had once been some sort of fairground, long before her time, but rumor had it that some affluent benefactor had bought the land to convert it to a sanctuary for exotic animals.
It was just what she needed. After having her volunteer hours at the city shelter (the adopted animals kept running away from their homes to find her) she was in desperate need of some critter cuddlin.
But the dilapidated pathway made her anxious, as did the rusted over, chained up front gate. If this was what the front looked like…. She dearly hoped whatever animals were here would be well cared for.
“It’s okay guys,” she narrowed her eyes resolutely, “Mommy’s coming.”
==O==
“The hell do you want?”
The voice that answered her when she buzzed the intercom was curt and rude, garbled by static. Even so, Fluttershy was pretty sure it was female. Well, reasonably sure. She nodded in determination and pressed the button again.
“H-hello? I’m from CHS… I came to apply at the shelter. As a volunteer?”
The voice scoffed. “Hah- for real? I’ll get the gate.”
Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. She was pretty sure the voice was laughing at her. But why? Was- was there a camera? Did she look bad? Her eyes darted around in a moment of panic, but if there ever were cameras they were either well hidden or long gone. She slumped in relief as her heart settled. Biting her lip, she straightened her back, adjusting her skirt and hair to make a good impression. She had to look respectable! Nobody would want someone sketchy working with their animals!
There was a rattle and a loud clank. Fluttershy jumped as the heavy steel door next to the gate swung open. A girl stepped out, looking about Fluttershy’s age, but Fluttershy recoiled as she recognized the purple haired woman.
“Aria!?”
Aria Blaze’s eyes locked on Fluttershy, her amused smirk melting into a scowl. “You,” she hissed.
“Eep!” Fluttershy covered her mouth as she saw the angry siren glare at her.
Aria looked her up and down, and crossed her arms. “The fuck are you doing here?”
“I- I-” Fluttershy stammered. She caught herself. Closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “I came to volunteer at the shelter!”
Aria stared for a moment, then snickered. “You’re serious.” She shook her head as she laughed out loud. Not a nice laugh- one filled with malice and cruel mockery, but a genuine one all the same. “Holy shit, this is too good.” Her smirk returned. “Yeah, come on in. I’ll show you the ‘animals.’”
Fluttershy swallowed nervously, afraid to follow. Finally, she forced her legs to move. Aria wasn’t attacking her, and this was why she was here. Besides… she was taking care of animals! She couldn’t be all bad… right?
Right.
She hoped.
“We’ve been keeping an eye on you idiots, you know,” Aria called back as she led Fluttershy through the front building. There were offices and a welcoming area, and everything was coated in the fine dust of new construction. “All this shit is your fault.”
Fluttershy blinked. “W-what?”
Aria looked back with a smirk. “Oh yeah, all this bullshit, you and your friends started it. Ripping holes in time and space. Making a fucking mess!”
Fluttershy frowned at her. “We aren’t making a mess…”
“You totally are!” Aria laughed. “It’s hilarious! I can’t believe you haven’t destroyed your stupid school yet!”
Fluttershy stomped her foot, but couldn’t say anything to deny it. “What does that have to do with animals?”
Snickering, Aria pulled open the door to the park. Fluttershy stepped through, and gaped. For as busted and run down as the entrance was, the interior was clearly freshly renovated. New sidewalks wound through fresh grass, and young cherry trees were dropping pink flower petals onto the walkways.
And a thirty foot long tentacle was reaching for her from among the foliage.
Fluttershy screamed.
“Hey, knock it off!” Aria said, smacking the tentacle away. “Feeding time’s in an hour! Don’t make me get the taser!”
The slimy mass drooped, and retreated through a window. Aria grimaced. “I told her, we need reinforced glass. They just squeeze through the bars.”
Fluttershy stared at her, face pale with shock. “What- what- what was that!?”
Aria grinned, a devilish glint in her eye. “Surprise!”
==O==
“So you… take care of them?”
“Yup.”
“And they come through the holes in our reality?”
“Bingo.”
Fluttershy couldn’t help but shake her head. It was too much! She knew about Equestria, but… ok, there was the time Spike randomly learned to talk. And the big plant things that attacked during the Friendship Games. And the wild magic that kept sneaking through the crack in the mirror portal…
Actually, when she thought about it like that it was only a surprise there wasn’t more going on.
“So,” Aria smirked, fixing her with a mocking look, “still wanna help our little charity project?”
Fluttershy paused, anxiously chewing her lip. Then she nodded. “Yes. I… I came here to help the animals. Even if they weren’t what I was expecting, they still need our help! Poor things… lost and alone, in another world. They must be so scared.”
“More like horny,” Aria scoffed. “Still, could always use another set of hands.” She glanced pointedly at Fluttershy’s skirt. “Or legs.”
Fluttershy blushed, clutching her skirt protectively. Aria had explained that too. These creatures, these tentacle monsters- and she privately opposed that particular phrasing- weren’t like normal animals from Earth or Equestria. They had different needs.
Love, affection, warmth… all of that was needed, but even more than normal creatures. They fed on it, the same way plants fed through photosynthesis. And for food… well…
Their uh… feeding methods were rather… um… intimate.
Which might explain why Aria seemed so mellow, compared to when Fluttershy had seen her before.
“Okay,” she said, standing tall. “I’ll- I’ll do it! I’m ready to start.”
Aria grinned. “Great! Less work for me!” She glared in the general direction of the enclosures. “Maybe I can actually walk straight tonight.”
“Right….” Despite her agreement, Fluttershy anxiously followed the siren through the park to the first area of the park: the petting zoo. It had been upgraded, of course. Tentacles were somewhat more tenacious than most of the docile animals that would have been kept there previously. Wooden fences had been replaced with glass partitions, pits dug deeper and sealed with concrete beneath the turf.
Dozens of different creatures occupied the enclosures, sunning themselves on rocks, burrowing in the ground, or slopping around in the mud. They came in all shapes and kinds. Long, girthy tentacles as thick as her leg. Narrow, whiplike ones suitable for climbing trees. Ones with bulbous heads that looked like plants. And… penises. Lots and lots of penises.
Fluttershy shuddered. It wasn’t that she was a virgin… per se. It was just a little too similar to some things she’d seen on her brother’s computer.
“Alright, here we are,” Aria said, indicating a small white structure. It sat in the middle of a cluster of enclosures, set back away from what would be considered public paths.
Fluttershy looked at it curiously. “What is…?”
“Feeding cubicle,” Aria answered. “Offers a little privacy, without having to drag the monsters across the park. What, you thought I was just gonna throw you in one of the pits?” She grinned as Fluttershy blushed.
“We tried it once or twice. Got wicked sunburn! Besides, this way is more fun.” She smirked in sadistic glee.
Taking a key ring off her belt, Aria unlocked the sturdy door and ushered Fluttershy inside. It was just as cramped as it looked, maybe just wide and long enough to lie down on the concrete floor. The small room was dominated by a thronelike chair, made of metal and molded white plastic and bolted to the floor.
“Go on, have a seat,” Aria snickered, gesturing to the chair. Fluttershy hesitantly stepped over, and looked at Aria.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yup,” Aria nodded. “Some of these bastards get pretty posessive! Gotta keep you secure or they’d make off with you. It’s more fun this way, trust me.”
“I-if you say so,” Fluttershy whimpered uncertainly. She turned and sat, placing her slender arms on the sturdy arm rests, eying the thick metal restraints warily.
Aria got to work immediately, locking her wrists in place and running a thick strap across her chest, securing her neck and shoulders against the cushioned headrest. “Don’t want you giving yourself a concussion in the throes of passion,” Aria smirked. She placed a hand on Fluttershy’s knee, sliding it up her thigh. “You can keep the skirt, a little something to keep their hunting instincts sharp, but they get a little pissy if they have too much trouble.” Her fingers hooked around the waistband of Fluttershy’s panties, and pulled them down in one motion. Fluttershy squeaked, closing her legs together, then relaxed. She did agree after all….
Aria tossed the panties into the corner along with Fluttershy’s sandals, then turned back to fasten the ankle restraints. “How’s that? Too tight?”
Fluttershy squirmed in embarrassment. “It’s… fine.”
“Great!” Aria said, a little too cheerfully. Then she pulled out a blindfold. “Hold still.”
“I-is this really necessary?” Fluttershy protested as the thick leather was settled over her eyes.
“Nope!” Aria answered cheerfully. “This is, though. Open up!”
Fluttershy did so, anxious, but willing to do whatever Aria said if it meant helping the creatures outside. Firm fingers forced a sturdy metal ring between her teeth, forcing her mouth open. Fluttershy grunted in surprise, her protests distorted by the gag as Aria cinched the strap behind her head.
“Yup, we gotta!” Aria’s voice was entirely too bright. She was clearly enjoying this part. “Haven’t tested your gag reflex yet. Don’t want you biting anything sensitive.”
Fluttershy grunted, then settled in. It was a good point, she didn’t want to hurt the poor things.
But Aria was definitely having too much fun.
“Alright!” Aria said, satisfied that Fluttershy was adequately prepared. “I’ll go get your first customer. Sit tight!” She laughed, and Fluttershy heard the heavy door slam behind her, then the distinctive thud of a lock engaging.
“Haaaah, huggh,” Fluttershy grunted as she breathed through the gag. She licked her lips, tongue poking out of her open mouth as she squirmed in place. How long was it supposed to take? It already felt like forever. Dogs never made her wait this long.
A small strand of saliva escaped her mouth, running down her chin. She tilted her head back, swallowing as best she could, but couldn’t stop it. She moaned as drool began to soak into her tank top. She was beginning to wish she’d worn a bra today.
Just as she was starting to get uncomfortable- she kinda had to pee- something clicked behind her, and then rattled, as a small gate rolled open behind her chair. She froze, heart pounding in her chest. Whatever it was, it was behind her. She heard… something. Unfamiliar, impossible to place. It sounded fluid, but not? Sort of like a snake, but wetter.
“Whua? Hah…”
She breathed deeply, forcing herself to relax. The poor thing, alone in a little room with a stranger. It was probably as anxious as she was! If only she could talk to it, use her unique talents to soothe its fears.
The best she could do was hum. It was difficult, with the gag, but she did what she could, making encouraging, tempting little sounds as the thing seemed to get closer.
Something touched her foot and she nearly screamed. It was slimy, smooth, warmer than she might have thought. It prodded at her bare sole, and she tried to pull away, exhaling quickly. It tickled! But the ankle cuff held her foot firmly in place, and so the most she could do was relax and let it explore. Even so, she couldn’t help shifting in her seat, grinding her backside against the chair.
Another one touched her ankle, on the other foot. It brushed against her, and continued upward, coiling itself up her leg. She giggled, muffled as it was. That was just like a snake, or even a cat! So curious! She hummed pleasantly, encouraging it to come closer.
The one at her foot continued to prod her, and she was starting to get a feel for its shape. The tip flared out a bit into sort of a bulb or knot- she tried very hard not to think of dogs right then. The bulb was a bit firmer than the rest of the tentacle, and the tapered head was semi rigid, giving it an oddly ticklish sensation as it traveled over her skin.
Fluttershy squealed in surprise as a third tentacle grabbed her, slapping against her thigh just above the knee. It squeezed, looping around her leg, it’s body settling comfortably into the crook as the head traveled higher. More joined in, curling around her feet and shins, some slipping between her toes. Ever higher, ever curious, until one finally managed to sliver under her skirt.
She shivered, shuddering at the sensation of its fat, firm head stroking her thighs. Another one joined it, and a third, slithering up between her legs as another slipped past her ass, squeezing between her hip and waistband before curling back, tugging petulantly at her skirt. Another moved to help, and Fluttershy went rigid as it brushed over her naked snatch. Her legs tensed instinctively, only managing to trap it against her flesh and drive it between her folds. She gasped, a short, sharp breath as the squirming tentacle teased at the hood of her clit.
As if sensing her distress, the tentacles around her feet began to pulse, methodically undulating themselves against her skin. The warm, slick goo coated her skin as the tentacles shifted, enveloping her feet and calves in a gentle massage. Fluttershy sighed, slumping against the chair as she let herself relax, and the tentacles in her skirt were able to tug it free, dropping past her knees to settle over the mob at her feet.
Fluttershy began to pant as her privates were exposed to the room, a spark of fire building in her nethers even as the air chilled her skin. A pair of tentacles settled over her lap, keeping her warm as they settled against her pussy.
More tentacles began to squirm upward, looping over and around her arms, binding her flush with the arms of the chair. Others traveled up her body, leaving trails of slime across her belly as they dove between the slopes of her breasts, nestling securely into her cleavage. She wiggled as they writhed under her shirt, wrapping themselves around her breasts and squeezing tightly so as not to slip off. Gasping, she heaved in her restraints, the rhythmic pulsing of the tentacle’s muscles kneading her breasts and sending pulses of euphoric heat into her loins.
Down below, tentacles coiled themselves around her waist and stomach, wrapping her in a warm blanket of writhing flesh. One dipped lower, curling itself around her butt cheek, and she gasped as it burrowed its way downward, settling in between her cheeks. She groaned, shifting as she felt the bump of the knot settle below her anus, the little hole tightening reflexively as her breathing grew ragged from the teasing.
Another tentacle wound its way past her shoulder, gently stroking her cheek as if to check on her. It reminded her of wet animal noses snuffling at her to comfort her after a bad day at school. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold, leaning into the nuzzle to return the affection, never mind the gooey mess it left on her cheek. It had a sort of salty, briney scent that she honestly didn’t mind.
Motion between her thighs brought her back to the present, as the tentacles around her snatch began to grow impatient. Fluttershy took a deep breath. They would begin soon, one way or the other, and she was in no position to stop her even if she wanted to. So instead, she hummed encouragingly, stretching out her tongue to poke the one near her face. It responded in kind, prodding at her tongue, and Fluttershy felt more than heard an answering thrum coming from within. It pushed forward, tentatively brushing against her lips before pushing its way inside. It was slightly larger than the gag at its largest point, but flexible enough to force its way through, and then it was inside, filling up her mouth and pinning her tongue. Fluttershy tried to adjust her breathing, inhaling through her nose as drool spilled out of her mouth and onto her breasts.
The tentacle made itself at home inside Fluttersy’s mouth, pulsing and writhing as it explored the moist, wet space. For a moment she wondered if this was some kind of alpha, the leader of a small tribe of independent tentacritters, or if the whole thing was one big creature.
She didn’t have time to wonder long, as with a satisfied hum the tentacle pushed forward. Her eyes widened behind the mask as it aimed straight for her throat, thrusting toward her esophagus. She heaved, and her jaw clenched violently, trying to bite down on the invader. In the back of her mind, she thanked Aria for having the foresight to provide the gag. It would have been bad if someone got hurt because she couldn’t control her body!
The tentacle drew back, and she gagged as it began pumping up and down, its thick head causing her throat to bulge as slime dripped down her throat and out her mouth. The others took it as an open invitation and made their moves, the ones between her legs jockeying for the privilege to be the first one inside. Behind her, the one between her cheeks twitched, its stiff, tapered end exploring her anus. It pushed forward, gently spreading her sphincter as it lubed itself with its own juices.
A thin tentacle slipped past the knot at her legs, claiming the entrance to her pussy for itself. It prodded her, then slipped in, easily inserting itself into her dripping cunt. Fluttershy spasmed as its knot filled her up, punching her g spot as it writhed itself stroking at her insides.
The one at her asshole didn’t give up either. Unchallenged, it slowly wormed its way upward, stretching her out more and more, before it passed the edge of her sphincter and was sucked inside. It seemed to vibrate in pleasure at having her tight hole to itself, and began stroking her walls, matching pace with the one in her cunt in an alternating rhythm. They worked together to work her over, brushing against each other as they set her writhing in her bonds.
Fluttershy’s hips bucked and rolled, moving almost of their own accord as she took their double assault. The one in her throat seemed to pulse and swell, alternatively choking her and massaging her throat. Fluttershy’s fingers splayed, and an unoccupied tentacle slithered into her hand. She gripped it fiercely, squeezing its bulbous head like a stress ball. It writhed in an attempt to escape, but the harder she grabbed it the faster the tentacles pounded her.
Finally it was too much. Fluttershy let out a choking scream as her body spasmed with a violent orgasm. Her legs tensed, doing their best to tear free of the steely restraints. The muscles in her cunt constricted violently, strangling the small bulb pleasuring her, and it shuddered uncontrollably. Egged on by the force of Fluttershy’s orgasm, it blew its own load, a slick, sweet smelling fluid that mixed with her own cum. Spent, the little tentacle retreated, slipping its deflated head easily from her snatch.
Fluttershy breathed raggedly, coughing around the tentacle in her throat as the motion around her stopped. She fell limp, sagging bonelessly in the chair as her mind slowly scrubbed at the fog of her orgasmic haze. That was… intense. Unimaginable. She couldn’t... even believe it. It had been amazing. She caught her breath, expecting the tentacles to begin to retreat.
Instead, the one in her ass pulsed, making her arch her back in rigid surprise. It shifted impatiently, driving itself inside her with enough force to life her off the chair. Behind the blindfold, Fluttershy’s eyes widened. It was too much, too soon! She couldn’t!
But the tentacles weren’t done. They had to feed. Another one positioned itself at her entrance, much bigger than the last one. The ones around her legs tensed, spreading her wide as the monster tentacle forced itself into her. She screamed as it pulsed inside her, shocked at how much more sensitive she was. The ones on her chest contracted, squeezing her breasts, and her heart pounded as the fire in her core flared up, twice as hot as before. She squeezed the bulb in her hand, undulating her fingers in an attempt to focus on something, anything other than the throbbing tentacles pounding her holes.
It burst, spitting its load all over her legs as it sagged in her grip. Another took its place as it slipped away, and Fluttershy finally understood. There were… dozens! At least! And each one wanted to blow its load on or in her. She wouldn’t be finished until she finished every last one of them. Understanding, mind abuzz with arousal, she set to work, humping the air as she worked her kegels, coaxing the tentacles inside her to the edge. She worked her tongue, tasting every inch of the thick shaft in her throat. Her hand began stroking vigorously, massaging the one she had as well as she could despite the restraints. She snapped her fingers, summoning another to her free hand, and began stroking off two at a time.
The one in her throat was the next to go. It throbbed, and expanded to fill her mouth, bulging her cheeks out as it spasmed. It shot its load directly down her throat, and she desperately swallowed every last bit she could. It was sweet, contrasting the salt of its slime with a pleasant honey flavor. The tentacle withdrew, and she welcomed the next with open lips.
There was no way to know how long she was there. The tentacles were incessant, each demanding their turn, some coming back for seconds and thirds, engorged again by the quality of their feeding. It was all the same to Fluttershy. She was blind to it all, lost to a dream world of orgasmic lust. She lost track of how many times she came, if she was ever counting to begin with.
The biggest event was when the tentacle in her ass finally came. Others came and went, satisfied after a few minutes, but that one endured, hungry, greedy. When it finally blew its load it filled her up, her back arching as she slammed her head into the cushioned headrest, locked in rigid bliss as she experienced her first anal orgasm. When it withdrew, no others took its place. Her asshole twitched uncontrollably as the slime and fluid dribbled out for the remainder of her time in the chair. Eventually she succumbed to exhaustion, her hands no longer moving, as she allowed the tentacles to tire themselves out on her ass, mouth, and pussy.
It was something between disappoint and relief when the last of them began to slither away from her body. She shivered as their warmth left her wet, naked skin, unable to cover herself even if she had been cognizant enough to do it. The sharp thud of the lock disengaging barely roused her, but Aria’s voice was enough to make her perk up, just a bit.
“Haha, holy shit, you look like a wreck,” Aria snickered. Fluttershy recoiled as a soft hand touched her sweaty, messy head. “Whoa, calm down. I’m taking the blindfold off.”
Fluttershy blinked as the blindfold came off, vision bleary as she struggled to adjust to the light in the room. She found the purple smudge against the grey backdrop and glared.
“Easy there, tiger,” Aria laughed, unlatching the ring gag and gingerly pulling it free. Fluttershy gasped, then worked her jaw, swallowing a mouthful of spit.
“You… are not nice…”
Aria laughed even louder. “Welcome to the show! I thought you realized that by now.” Fluttershy didn’t answer, just continued to glare as Aria unlocked her wrists, then her ankles. Aria rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t be like that. You saved me a literal pain in the ass. That’s gotta be worth something!”
Shakily, Fluttershy rose to her feet, pulling up her ruined skirt for whatever modesty it provided. Aria slapped her back. “Come on, hop along after me. I’ll get one of the other fuckers to hose out the room. There’s a shower you can use in the main building.” She sniffed, and scrunched her nose. “And laundry. Or maybe a bonfire.”
“A shower… sounds nice,” Fluttershy rasped. Her throat was exhausted from the constant pounding, and she was probably dangerously dehydrated. Still though, she felt… there was a comfortable buzz about her. She was exhausted, but it was the kind of satisfying exhaustion that came from a hard day’s work. Or a good fucking. Shakily, she smiled.
Aria grinned back. “It’s a little addictive, ain’t it?” She let Fluttershy lean against her as she led her down the walkway to the main building. “I thought Adagio’d lost her damn mind when she accepted this deal. Turned out to be kinda cool, if kinda a pain in the ass sometimes. Uh, metaphorically. And physically. Eh, worth it to see Adagio’s stupid hair matted down with slime and tentacle jizz.”
Fluttershy nodded along, too tired to speak. Aria was talking enough for the both of them. It was odd… she never would have expected it from the surely siren she had known. Had she changed? Or was this the real her all along?
“Hey,” Aria said, drawing her out of her introspection. They were at the edge of one of the last pits. “Check it out.”
Fluttershy looked into the pit, leaning over the partition to get a better look. A mass of wiggly, slimy tentacles were floating in a shallow kiddie pool, looking like nothing so much as a bowl of cup ramen. She blinked. “Is that…?”
Aria nodded. “Yup. Your happy customer.”
Fluttershy gazed down at it in awe. “It… it’s blue.”
“Surprised?”
She nodded. “I didn’t think it would be so… pretty.”
“Yeah,” Aria agreed. “They tend to grow on you. Little shits.” She laughed. “They make a great conditioner, actually. And that slime is fucking great for the skin.”
“Really?” Fluttershy asked in surprise.
“Yeah, for real. I think that’s part of the reason Dagi agreed to it. We’ve been thinking of opening a spa.”
Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, but Aria was serious. “Oh…” She blushed slightly. “I think….” She giggled. “I think you might be able to make that work.”
