Under the Maregna Carta's Dominion; or, Even a Princess Must Bow Before the Law

The pale blue mare stood before Celestia with her tail hiked demurely to one side. The skin of her pussy glistened with her juices, and a crystal droplet of wetness dangled by a silvery strand from the bottom of her vulva. But really, it was the four tentacles writhing and stretching from within the rosy inner flesh that held Celestia's attention. They were pink and faintly translucent, and seemed to be anchored somewhere deep within the mare. Two of them seemed to sense Celestia and reached toward her, while another blindly rubbed at the mare's anus. The fourth and thickest curled around the curve of the mare's rump, and as Celestia watched she saw it give a shudder and split most of its length in two, like a snake's tongue, creating a fifth tentacle. Interestingly, the new tentacle varied from the others, sporting a stripe of short, wavering cilia that ran up its length. A light orange mare standing to one side with a clipboard made a note.

“And you insist this is strictly an experimental spell for scientific research?” Luna said dubiously.

“The, ahh, the spell creates a short-term biotransmutation with the subject pony and a specified transdimensional target animal, which the pony should, uhhnff, theoretically be able to control and engage in various useful tasks like construction or transport, while gaining the benefit of full sensory union to maximize efficiency of manipulation.”

“You opened a dimensional gate in your vagina and summoned a lustful tentacle beast, is that it?”

“No! Uhh, I mean, technically yes, but it's not like a sex thing or whatever. It's just the spell is slightly simpler with the tentacle interface, and checking sensory feedback is very easy, so scientifically speaking, this is an optimal test case. Ooooh!”

“Are you all right?” Celestia asked. One of the tentacles had lengthened enough to brush at her chin, and another had reached her neck and begun gently stroking her.

“I'm fine, Princess,” the mare said. “Wolfram, make a note, not sure if tentacles are naturally this sensitive or if they are over-interfacing with my pleasure centers.”

“Got it, Pipette,” the orange mare said, scribbling on her clipboard.

“It feels like my clitoris is rubbing her neck.”

“Can you feel your tentacles branching into more tentacles?”

“Ah, is that what that is? It's a bit hard to keep track of.”

“The standard type A, and one type D so far.”

“Interesting...”

Luna cleared her throat ominously. “Are you certain you are in control of these tentacles?”

Pipette squeezed her eyes shut in concentration. One tentacle gave a very shaky wave toward the princess.

“Hmph. Very well, you may continue for the present.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Pipette breathed. Now there were two tentacles sliding along the smooth coat of Celestia's neck, while another pressed up and wriggled against the muscles of her chest. Two more teased at her lips insistently while another stroked her cheek.

At the same time as the tentacles lay siege to her face, Celestia was also coping with the attentions of the stallion who was vigorously fucking her ass. His shaft pushed wetly in and out of her tailhole, and he seemed obsessed with narrating the sensations in a manner that sounded half-insane. “Your princess ponut is squeezing my semen-spitter so hard I can barely breathe! My hips are moving on their own! My love-piston is pounding up your royal rump's rectal raceway!”

Celestia did her best to ignore him, though his shaft's fast rhythm as he pumped into her ass had begun to stir her blood. For a while now she had been feeling the day's toll in a sort of sexual exhaustion. She had climaxed so many times since her ordeal began, but her last orgasm had been well over an hour ago, and since then her pleasure had receded to a dull warmth. It was by no means unpleasant, but the feel of a cock inside her produced only a whisper of the sharp sweetness of penetration, a comfortable but modest trickle of delight. Stallion after stallion had fucked her, some with worklike efficiency and others shrieking in dramatic excess as they made shameless use of her body. Some had used her with aggressive confidence, while others broached her gates with shy and tentative movements that only gradually gained strength as the raptures of her body overwhelmed them. She found their cocks comfortably filling as they twitched and shoved in her, and her lips both to the front and the rear never grew weary of their taste; but the soaring delights she had felt earlier were muted, at most sweeping through her in occasional halfhearted rushes of sensation.

But now, as if her desire was waking from a much-needed nap, the pressure of the stallion's cock forcing its way through her anus was coaxing fresh stirrings of lust from her.

At the same time, the two tentacles stroking at her lips were growing more insistent, pushing their way into her mouth. They wriggled across her tongue, one of them stroking at her while the other began to thrust like a stallion. Their taste was a pleasantly sweet musk, fleshy yet unlike the flavor of a stallion. It made her salivate, though the tentacles were already wet, oozing their own lubricious slime.

“Oh!” Pipette gasped. “The princess's mouth is so warm and wet, the feeling is incredible,” she said to Wolfram, who dutifully noted it down. “I'd give it an 8.7.”

Celestia narrowed her eyes. Only an 8.7? She slurped at the tentacles in a burst of vigor to show off her technique. Pipette gave a cute yelp and swayed her hips before Celestia, but didn't go so far as to revise her rating.

Another tentacle lay across Celestia's face, and began wrapping itself around her horn. The four tentacles emerging from Pipette's vagina shifted wetly against her pink flesh, slowly pulsing and rubbing at her. They formed a writhing, branching heap on the stage between her hind legs, constantly quivering and splitting, somehow growing thicker and crawling further and further across the stage. While most matched the translucent pink of the original four sprouting from Pipette, several variations seemed to have appeared as well. Some were a solid fleshy pink, muscular looking with thick veins running through them. Others had tips flattened into diamond-shaped pads, covered in octopus-like suckers. Still others were bizarrely twisted monstrosities, with knurled bulges and swellings, mottled in deep red shades. Celestia felt one stroking along her side and sliding up under one wing, having moved past the front of the stocks. The touch of the tentacles was firm but not hard, and they left light trails of their slime along her fur.

Nor were the tentacles limiting their attentions to her alone. The assistant, Wolfram, was constantly sidestepping to keep them from crawling up her legs, and just beyond, Celestia watched as a tentacle found a guard's hind leg and began to slide up it while he did his best to remain stoically unperturbed and ignore the thing. She supposed he and the other guards had been instructed to stand on the stage foursquare and immobile, to keep a veneer of normalacy about the proceedings and be imposing enough to prevent the rowdiness of the event from turning into fullscale riot. He gave his hind leg a little kick, trying to loose the questing tentacle, but it was relentless. She was fairly sure his cock had been erupting in her mouth half an hour ago, perhaps just before he had gone on duty; but now as the tentacle reached his groin and slipped alongside his balls to caress his sheath, his shaft sprung to attention in seconds. It seemed to her that it was still damp with her saliva. His gaze darted from side to side in alarm as the tentacle relentlessly began to snake along his thickness. Celestia saw him quiver, his cock twitching, helpless to resist the power of the alien touch. The very tip of the tentacle arched out and wetly brushed across the head of his cock. Celestia's eyes widened at what happened next, as the tip seemed to invert, and with a sudden motion the tentacle engulfed his cock like a sleeve. He gave a startled yelp, and his shaft slapped up against his belly eagerly, sheathed now in the translucent pink of the tentacle. She peered at it, and could faintly see a rippling along his shaft as the tentacle sent rings of pressure rolling up his length, as if trying to milk him.

At the same time, she felt another tentacle working its way up her own hind leg, wrapping around her thigh in a wet embrace that sent a warm flush of eagerness running through her pussy. Yet another wormed its way between the padded support of the stocks and her belly and teased at her nipples.

Luna's voice cracked out. “Do not trouble the guards with your creeping tentacles,” she said to Pipette. “You only have leave to use my sister as your plaything! Are you certain you are in control of this experiment?”

Pipette's voice wavered. “They, haah, they are being a bit unruly, but I think I...”

The stallion in Celestia's ass interrupted obliviously. “Princess, is that your tail? Your tail is wrapping around my semen tanks! Oh wow, that's really good!”

Celestia wasn't doing anything with her tail. The tentacle sliding around her thigh must have managed to find his balls. She could hardly enlighten him though, as a third tentacle chose that moment to plunge into her mouth in a forceful rhythm. With three tentacles pumping and wriggling against her tongue she could hardly keep her mouth sealed around them, and very quickly the drippings from the tentacles and her own saliva came spattering messily from her lips.

The musky flavor was making her heart pound and her head spin. She began to suspect the juices that seeped from the tentacles were enhancing her lust, and perhaps that of every other pony they touched. Her pussy had become warm and wet, and she felt her muscles tense suddenly to squeeze a needy wink. A moment later she thrilled as a new tentacle found its lips, but instead of the penetration she wanted it slipped along her, parting her ever so slightly and pressing against her, but sliding upward until the tip found the rim of her anus and the thick cock of the stallion mounting her.

“Princess, what are you doing?” the stallion said. She felt a pressure as the tentacle pressed along the stallion's shaft and pushed into her anus. It slid irresistibly deeper, pulled along with the stallion's own thrusts. She could feel it undulating and wrapping around his thickness.

“Your tail is stroking my groin-snake inside you! It feels so strange, but so good! You're squeezing and rubbing at me while I fuck your ass!”

A curve of the tentacle stroked along her pussy, moving in tandem with the stallion's thrusts. She could feel it inside her anus, filling her as it squirmed around his shaft. As the stallion himself announced, the feeling was strange but pleasurable. She felt a flash of frustration, because she wanted to rock her rump backward to meet his thrusts and take his cock and the tentacle deeper, but she was constrained by the stocks. Did Luna really think it so necessary to immobilize her for this “punishment?” As if she wouldn't have cooperated otherwise?

(Some corner of her mind tried to remind her that no, this morning Luna had barely managed to coax her into the stocks, and if she'd known just how far Luna was going to take the whole business she'd have walked out, flourishing words like “travesty” and “affront.” What a naive little soul she'd been! To think, for a while she'd even tried to act the ice-queen and scare off the ponies.)

Celestia couldn't keep her attention focused. Behind her the stallion thrust away with tentacle enhancement, fiercely rutting her ass and sending warm rushes of sensations teasing through her haunches. To her front, she couldn't tear her eyes from the travails of the guard stallion as he tried to resist the pleasure of the tentacle engulfing his cock while Luna shouted something about him being on duty and not to bother him. Between her and the guard, Pipette stood wobbily in a growing, seething mass of tentacles, murmuring notes to her assistant who scribbled them down and tried to primly kick away an insistent tentacle that now looped around her hind leg's hock and was working its way higher. And of course, Celestia's mouth was quite occupied with the trio of tentacles that thrust and curled across her tongue, filling her mouth with a succulent erotic taste and splashing her saliva across her muzzle with their ceaseless motion.

“Princess, your tail is too good! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill your butt with my pony goo!”

Celestia squeezed her anus around the twin invasions of cock and tentacle. She felt his shaft begin to jerk inside her as his pleasure peaked, and the rippling motion of the tentacle wrapped around it.

“I'm cumming!” the stallion shouted. “My stallion-shower is watering your rump-garden! Your tailhole is guzzling my foal juice!”

She felt the hot spurts of his semen painting her rectal walls and a shudder of pleasure burst through her. His cock squirted with sharp bucks, and she felt his whole body shake with each surge of ecstasy. The tentacle slid along him inside her, stroking and squeezing him until he cried out with the pleasure of spewing his seed. His front legs clutched at her sides and he shoved his hips to her rump, his breath a ragged gasp. He pulled back, and she could feel the tentacle looping around him inside her. “Your tail is milking me for every drop of my stud-lactation!” She felt another burst jet from him.

More tentacles were stroking her sides and working their way back. She looked at the guard as he struggled to resist the tentacle engulfing his cock. A small crowd, mostly mares, crouched at the stage right in front of him. They watched intently as the tentacle pulsed around his shaft, giggling and encouraging him to let loose. He was plainly doing his best to ignore them just as he was trying to ignore what was happening between his thighs, but all the same his cock was a stiff rod under his belly, twitching and periodically kicking up against him. He looked flushed, and Celestia was certain a drop of sweat was rolling down his cheek. The tentacle seemed to pulse around him, sucking and squeezing his shaft, and she could see periodic tremors ripple through the muscles of his haunches as he struggled to resist his instinct to thrust his hips.

“Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!” his audience started chanting.

He snorted and grit his teeth, doggedly trying to maintain discipline and hew to his duty. But his traitorous cock continued to pulse and twitch in the tentacle's grasp, and the small crowd ogling the rampant organ kept urging him to give in to the pleasure.

Pipette reported “This sensation... I can feel every vein of his shaft, like my pussy is wrapped tight around him; and at the same time I'm being sucked off by Princess Celestia even as I'm buried in her ass too. The sensation of pleasure is almost overwhelming. Oh, Wolfram, is that your vagina too? Sorry... you seem quite wet, though.”

Celestia glanced at the assistant to see her face tinged with red, though she continued to make her notes. The pink tentacle had managed to climb her hind leg and though she shifted her haunches and tried to shake it off, it was clearly quite eager to settle up into the crease of her rump.

“My sexual receptivity is not the subject of our investigations here,” Wolfram responded in a clipped tone.

“Of course,” Pipette said in a chastened tone. “But still, I am experiencing an intense desire to feel your pussy!” she added.

Celestia saw the tentacle in question move like a wave traveling up it, and slap the tip right in between Wolfram's thighs.

“Might I remind you I am supposed to be taking notes for you, not... ohhh...”

With another flowing motion the tentacle seemed to lunge into her, then pull back, sending droplets of liquid spattering. Celestia watched avidly as the assistant tried to continue taking notes even as her clipboard and pen trembled in her grasp. The tentacle surged in long, deep thrusts, and she stifled little moans. Periodically streams of liquid came spilling down the tentacle.

“You seem very sexually receptive, Wolfram,” Pipette said.

“I'm trying to take notes!” Wolfram complained.

Celestia's attention was distracted as the stallion riding her dismounted, his cock sliding wetly from her anus. The tentacle sharing that space writhed and held its position in her rump, even driving in deeper as he withdrew. “Your rump's throat still wants to gobble me up!” he cried out.

She heard his front hooves clatter to the stage as he fully backed off her rump. An instant later he shrieked as he saw what had been sharing her anus with his dick. “What is that? Is that a tentacle? Why are there tentacles! Aaaaaaaaghhhh!”

She felt the tentacle thicken up and shove deeper into her rear. Another two were creeping up her hind legs, and her pulse pounded in delicious anticipation as she tried to guess whether they were intent on reaching her pussy or tailhole. For a moment she worried that the next stallion might be reluctant to share her holes with the tentacles.

A strangled moan from the guard stallion drew her attention back to him. He was clearly in erotic distress, his cock jerking in the grip of the tentacle that engulfed it. The head was thickly flared, a distinct and unmistakable bulge in the semitransparent tentacle, visible to the gaggle of mares in front of him. Mercilessly they kept chanting “Squirt, squirt, squirt!” except for one who insisted on “Cream, cream, cream!”

From the corner of her eye she saw Luna staring at the guard, then her, then Pipette and her ever-growing heap of tentacles threatening to take over the stage. Celestia could sense Luna felt the situation on the stage was getting out of control.

The guard stallion cried out, and then the mares in front of him started whooping and cheering. Celestia saw his cock jerking, and then spotted the thick white pulses of his spunk traveling up the translucent interior of the tentacle. He shuddered in place, still trying to maintain his post, but it was obvious he was powerless to do anything more than ride the waves of pleasure that surged through him. The mares screamed excitedly as they watched his cum spew, and shouted out half-mocking praise and encouragement. The streams of sperm slid through the tentacle, drawn into the squirming nest of tentacles at Pipette's rump.

Pipette gasped out “I can feel him cumming! It's so hot, pouring through me. It feels so good, I can't take it! I'm cumming too!”

Then everything went crazy.

The heap of tentacles shuddered for a moment as Pipette threw her head back in pleasure, and then they erupted across the stage. Their branching doubled and redoubled and they grew at an unfathomable pace. In but a moment tentacles were whipping through the air and heaving across the stage and even into the audience. Pipette was rolled on her back and lay upon a veritable throne of tentacles, her hind legs lewdly parted so that Celestia could see the four tentacles magically rooted in her pussy from which all the others split. Her pussy clenched and shivered around them and squirted bursts of her juices. She flung her head back, eyes wild and unfocused as orgasm rocked her body, her tongue hanging from her mouth and drizzling her saliva.

Wide-eyed, Celestia watched a dozen tentacles suddenly wrap around the guard stallion's limbs and barrel and hoist him into the air. One encircled his tail, pulling it to one side as another dove into the crease of his ass and sought out his anus. He gave a yelp, but another tentacle found his mouth and slid into it just as his anus was penetrated. He thrashed helplessly in the grip of the tentacles, his cock still twitching and spurting all the while. His fan club of mares whooped and cheered and crowded close to see the tentacle thrust deeper into his anus. Most of them seemed heedless of the tentacles that writhed off the stage and crept among them, but Celestia saw one mare eagerly twining her hoof around one that brushed up against her and drawing it close; and another even wilder mare crawled onto the stage and stretched her neck to lick at the stallion's muscular haunches. She strained to get her nose under his tail, her tongue reaching to taste the skin of his dock even as more tentacles swept her up as well.

The tentacles were not ignoring the other occupants of the stage either. Luna seemed almost to be dancing as she pulled one leg free of the questing tentacles only to have another wrapped in them. “Control thy appendages!” she shouted at Pipette. Her horn began to glow as she readied a blast of magic, but before she could loose it, another tentacle slid around her horn, its wet oozings dribbling down the shaft. She gasped, and her magic fizzled into a shower of sparks.

Celestia was impressed by the ability of the tentacles to disrupt magic. She sent a pulse through her own horn, trying to pull the tentacle wrapped around it gently off. But the moment the power rose up through her horn the tentacle tightened and she felt the magic back up for an instant and then decohere, releasing itself in a soft puff of sparks. It was a very odd sensation, but before she could consider it more, or think of how she might counter it, she was startled as a mass of tentacles began to cover the stocks holding her. She felt them worming their way into the space between the frame and her neck and hooves, and further back she felt the wet wriggling things squeezing into the shackles of the spacer bar that held her hind legs apart. At the same time, the two tentacles working up her hind legs both reached her vagina together. One of them had a flattened, leaf-like tip which slid teasingly along her dripping pussy lips as if hesitant to part them, rubbing at her gently. The two of them stroked at her flesh like a pair of gently licking tongues. It made her legs twitch with need. She moaned imploringly around the tentacles in her mouth.

She felt the tentacles that pressed between her neck and the padding of the stocks bunching up with far more strength than she would have guessed they possessed. Around her ankles she felt the same muscular flexing squeeze at the shackles. A flash of trepidation passed through her, but before she could think of how to react, a loud crack sounded in her ears. In the next moment, the padded upper frame of the stocks where stallions had leaned to put their cocks at the level of her mouth collapsed over her. More noise of splintering wood followed, and she suddenly felt her neck freed from it's collar as more chunks of wood fell around her ears. She heard a metallic sound as the shackle hinges on the spacer bar sprung, freeing her hind legs, and then her front legs were free.

She stretched her neck and her hind legs; for all that Luna had designed the stocks to keep her comfortable, the confinement still had left her with her share of creaky joints and aches. Having a chance to stretch was, for the moment, almost as pleasurable as the sexual favors she had been bestowing upon the ponies.

Tentacles clung to her, wrapping around her legs and sliding beneath her belly. Before she could quite adjust to her freedom from the stocks, she found herself more gently constrained by the tentacles. One slipped across her rump and slid under the dock of her tail, pulling tight to draw her tail up, exposing her anus and the thick tentacle probing inside.

They bore her up into the air, where she almost felt like she was floating. To one side she saw Luna kicking and straining, similarly held in the air, tail lashing in an effort to beat away the tentacles that kept seeking out the treasures in the crease of her rump. She tried to give Luna an encouraging word, but of course the tentacles still thrusting in her mouth rendered her encouragement into nothing more than a garbled moan.

The tentacles rolled her over and she looked down across her belly to see the crowd of ponies in the square. The scene was chaotic. The neat lines for her mouth and tail had been completely disrupted by the surge of tentacles. The front third of the square was a mass of ponies and tentacles. She was startled to see no small number of ponies caught up like her in their embrace, their most intimate places being subjected to the lustful explorations of the tentacles. While several ponies not yet fully captured struggled to get away from the immediate vicinity of the stage, Celestia noticed several others from the safe part of the square pushing closer, eager to join the erotic festivities.

She herself was held a bit above all the others by the shifting tentacles. Looking at herself, she could see the long streaks of matted fur running down her thighs and hocks, the combined residue of her own juices and the cum of countless stallions who had fucked her until she overflowed with their cream. She luxuriously stretched her left hind leg, while letting her right flop to the side, knowing full well how nearly every pony in the square could now clearly see the tentacle that squirmed in her anus, and the two others teasing at her pussy. A perverse thrill shivered through her as their touch coaxed her pussy into wet winking convulsions before the audience of ponies.

But it seemed the tentacles could not stand to tease her any longer. She stared down across her belly, and her eyes widened as she saw them rear back and then plunge to her pussy like a pair of striking vipers. She gasped as they lunged inside her, shoving suddenly into her wet folds. She clenched eagerly around them, a burst of raw pleasure racing through her thighs, and then she saw the messy droplets of her wetness squirting into the air for all to see.

She threw her head back and thrust her hips into the tentacles, heedless of the lascivious spectacle she presented. The sensations of the two tentacles writhing and thrusting within her sent explosions of delight shooting through her. They were as pleasurable as a fine stallion cock, yet they felt so very different inside her as they slid and twisted their way up her canal. Furthermore, she was receiving a simultaneous dose from the tentacle already in her anus. The dizzying feel of both her holes being ravaged by the strange, undulating pleasure of the tentacles left her gasping in surprise and eagerness. The storm of sensation shuddered through her body as the intense tentacle-fucking mercilessly probed her most private crevices in front of the audience of ponies. She could feel her juices freely drizzling and spilling from her with each sleek thrust of a tentacle, painting her crotch and tail with her erotic essences.

Her awareness was consumed with the overwhelming feelings of pleasure the constantly wriggling and stroking tentacles drew from her. She writhed above the stage in their grip, opening herself to them and feeding her basest cravings with their touch, spreading her legs and rhythmically thrusting her hips into their own motions. She sucked at the tentacles in her mouth with a slovenly eagerness, her drool running across her muzzle and dripping from them. The coils of alien flesh wrapped around her body, sliding and caressing, by turns gently restricting and giving way to her own straining motions as she reacted to the jolts of pleasure that shook her frame.

Every time she felt she had reached a delicious plateau of delight, the tentacles found some fresh way to stir within her, quivering deep in her rump or bunching up against the twitching walls of her pussy and driving her into even higher realms of sensation. A third tentacle found its way to her pussy and wormed into her, thickly sliding along the other two and tormenting her shuddering walls with its own throbbing motions. The three of them filled her, shifting and sliding against each other as they stroked her own sensitive flesh, each at its own pace. One alone would have been amazing enough, curling and twisting inside her, probing insistently at her walls. But the three together were beyond describing. Each wriggled and thrust in its own way, often at odds with its neighbor so that their teasing would send shivers through her, only to leave her hanging in frustration just as she could feel a surge of pleasure building. In vain, she would rock her hips and squeeze her pussy around them to coax more of their touch. But just when the torment left her close to screaming in frustration, their ministrations would synch up, seeming to caress every nerve in her pussy together in a symphony of delight, and she would feel herself suddenly rocketing toward her peak. She would cry out and shake, her hungry pussy clasping the tentacles in a starburst of pleasure that left her quivering in anticipation of even greater ecstasy... but the moment would pass and the tentacles would lose that moment of perfection, falling back into their individual twisting, writhing efforts, and leaving Celestia to shudder and pant. Even so, the moments after that edge of climax left her pussy feeling warm and thrilled, luxuriating in the motion of the tentacles and eager to feel the next surge of carnal joy overtake her.

Vaguely she heard erotic moans from the ponies around her. She craned her head back and saw Luna, also caught up by the tentacles and held above the stage like her. Luna's muscles bunched and rippled beneath her coat and she struggled to escape, but her twisting and kicking only served to add a fine sheen of sweat to her body. For a moment, Luna's motions brought a clear view of her groin to Celestia, and she saw how one tentacle was lodged well in the pucker of Luna's anus while another was shoving past the dark lips of her pussy with long strokes. The insides of Luna's thighs were positively soaked, shining with her slick juices and betraying her own arousal in spite of her struggles.

Celestia knew her own thighs could not be any less wet. She gave a little shriek around the tentacles in her mouth as the ones in her pussy happened upon a particularly good combination of slippery thrusts. Another intense surge of pleasure shuddered through her body. Unbidden, her hips strained into the tentacles to preserve the sensations. She could not take any more of this! Every nerve in her pussy was balanced on the brink, hungry for that last intimate touch that would send her into ecstasy.

The tentacles seemed to thicken up, sliding against each other with a throbbing surge that made her see stars. Celestia panted around the tentacles, and felt her skin prickle in a sudden rush as the feelings from her pussy overwhelmed her. Joy burst within her and a blinding explosion of long-delayed pleasure blasted through her body. Orgasm shook her like a hurricane. She felt her pussy clenching savagely around the tentacles, and she lost all control of herself. Her juices shot from her as she came, squirting out over the crowd in a sparkling, rainbow-tinged shower. She could not think, could not hold back the spasms of her pussy or the fluids it sprayed, or the way her body shook and twitched at the mercy of the tentacles as they held her at her peak, heedless of the spectacle she provided. She screamed in pleasure and bit down on the tentacles in her mouth (doing them surprisingly little injury, though perhaps this should have been expected given they had proven capable of tearing her stocks apart). In her pussy, the tentacles continued to slide and thrust against her quivering flesh, feeding her climax with further bursts of delight, playing her most sensitive places into a symphony of soaking wet ecstasy that ebbed and surged and kept her cumming longer than she could have believed.

Even as she began to return to herself, easing back from the volcanic eruption of pleasure, the tentacles still teased her along, keeping her on an orgasmic swell like a boat at high tide. Trembling surges of delight periodically shook her as she looked around to see the many ponies caught up by the tentacles. A guard stallion (a different one from before) was held off to her side, struggling in vain to cross his hind legs and ward off the tentacles from his throbbing shaft, though one had already engulfed him and another was wrapped around his balls. Other ponies well into the audience were writhing in joy as more tentacles worked them over. Down on the stage, Pipette lay upon her bed of tentacles, gasping and twitching as the sensations from each and every tentacle crashed through her body. Wolfram had dropped her notebook and was now quivering as the tentacles ravaged her pussy, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Celestia saw a swift trickle of her juices come spilling down one bowed tentacle to drip upon Pipette's face.

Celestia felt the tentacles in her pussy give a shudder, and then a sudden warmth flooded into her. A moment later, the same thing happened in her ass. Her eyes widened—were the tentacles capable of ejaculating? She slurped hard on the tentacles in her mouth, hoping to make them spill as well.

Beside her, the stallion gave a fierce kick, twisting against the tentacles. He managed to spit one from his mouth and cried out “Ah, no...” but he could not free himself. His struggles with the tentacles brought his cock close to her face, and she could smell the musk of his groin. His cock was pulsing inside the tentacle that suckled upon it, and then she saw it tremble and begin to spew his cream. The thick liquid was dimly visible inside the tentacle, forcing the flesh to bulge as his semen was carried down the tube.

Celestia tried to follow it with her gaze, watching as the stuff slid down into the mass of tentacles around Pipette. The mare herself gave a luxurious roll of her hips, as if she were reveling in the sensation of the stallion's essence rushing through the tentacle. Celestia tried to focus on the source tentacles rooted in Pipette's pussy, but it was hard to tell if the sperm ultimately reached there. She thought one of the tentacles bulged with the load of sperm shooting into Pipette, but it seemed as if an instant later another bulged as if it were coming from the mare. The truth was, it was almost impossible to keep track of what was happening in the lashing, heaving bed of tentacles.

Then Celestia felt a thrumming in one of the tentacles in her mouth. She stroked her tongue along it, and a moment later she felt it swell against her lips.

Warm fluid burst into her mouth. The unmistakable flavor of a stallion's seed covered her tongue, and she gave an eager squeal at the taste. She sucked at the tentacle, milking it of its indecent juice. She was certain the strong, male essence was the real thing rather than some tentacle approximation. Were the tentacles taking the ejaculations they drew from various stallions and sending them to the mares they held in their power? Had she just been given a taste of the stallion beside her?

She gave a sidelong glance at him. The tentacles held him, and his head hung slack, eyes glazed in post-orgasmic bliss. His hind legs were splayed wide, no longer fighting against the tentacles. The one that had engulfed his cock and carried off his sperm had now slipped free, leaving his shaft to glisten wetly; but two more slender tentacles were wrapping around it even as she watched. They spiraled up him and squeezed a pale drop of residual cum from the tip of his cock.

The tentacles were taking each load of stallion sperm and delivering it to, she guessed, a random mare. She glanced out at the crowd of ponies ecstatically captured by the writhing tentacles. How many mares were feeling an unknown stallion's spunk pour into their pussies?

How many, she realized with dawning apprehension, had not gone out into the city this morning expecting they might need to activate their birth control spells? Somewhere in the confusion of tentacles and ponies there could easily be a mare being impregnated right now. Who in that audience would be walking—perhaps staggering—home with a new foal in their belly?

At least she had no worries, knowing her own spells were active. Although... now she paused to wonder just how strong they really were. The sustained assault of countless stallions pouring their cream into her womb... was it possible to overwhelm her protection? An ejaculation or two was one thing, but who would have imagined a protection spell would have to fend off gallons of semen? Uneasily, she wondered if somehow a sperm might at this instant be closing in on an undefended egg, her own fertilization immanent. Or perhaps it had already happened.

As if to further play upon her concern, one of the tentacles in her pussy jerked inside her and spilled forth a fresh spurt of hot cum. But to her surprise, the sensation didn't fill her with fear—instead a warm rush of excitement shivered through her loins. The sudden thrill of risk, of the potential that she could be impregnated after all, sent her pulse pounding with a primal surge of desire.

Her eyes widened, shocked by her own reaction. No, no the spells were reliable. Surely it could not really happen? She glanced at the guard stallion whose ejaculation had set her mind on this dangerous path.

He had drifted from her proximity as the swaying tentacles shifted her above the stage and brought her sister back into view. Luna's expression was thunderously defiant, and she jerked her head away from the cluster of tentacles that insistently sought out her lips. One tentacle brushed against the corner of her mouth, pushing at it, and then gave a jerk. It squirted a sudden jet of borrowed stallion sperm, painting a white streak across the side of Luna's face.

“EUUUGH!” she shouted, and threw her head to the side. But at the same time, Celestia could not miss the sight of Luna's nethers and what the tentacles were doing there, or the way they made her hind legs twitch and quiver. A fat tentacle had wormed it's way into Luna's ass, while two more were sliding in and out of her pussy. Luna's thighs were soaked to her hocks, and splashes of fluid streaked her belly. Each thrust of a tentacle sent droplets or even little squirts of Luna's juices flying, and Luna's pussy convulsed around the tentacles, flashing the pink interior brightly in contrast to the dark blue of her glistening wet skin.

One of the tentacles that was wrapped around a hind leg of Luna's bowed through the air near Celestia, and she hooked one front hoof around it and pulled herself toward her sister.

Luna was pawing at her face in disgust, trying to scrape the cum away before it soaked into her fur. She flicked the droplets from her hooves as if they were the juice of rotten fruit. Celestia drew herself over unnoticed until she grabbed onto Luna's hind legs. Luna looked down her chest at her in confusion. “Celestia...? What are you doing?”

Celestia pulled herself further up. The smell of Luna's wetness was an erotic sweetness between her thighs. Celestia sucked it into her nose with relish, surprising herself with the degree of her own perverted urges. She had never indulged in such activities with Luna, but now the thought of it was suddenly enticing. Perhaps it was the overpowering influence of the tentacles on her body; or perhaps it was a secret urge to avenge herself on Luna for the humiliations of the day.

Never mind that those humiliations had become so unexpectedly enjoyable.

With one hoof, Celestia pulled the tentacles in her mouth free. They seemed reluctant to leave, but she managed to keep them away from her lips. One found its way to join the other curled around her horn, while another wrapped itself over the bridge of her nose. She brought her front legs around Luna's thighs, leveraging herself into a prime view of Luna's sopping pussy and the two tentacles exploring it. She could feel Luna's muscles quivering against her, and hear every wet noise the tentacles made.

“Celestia...?” Luna said again.

The scent of Luna's sex was intoxicating. The odor billowed from between the sweating thighs, a perfume redolent with the intensity of the pony's arousal. It gave the lie to Luna's prim attitude, communicating a message of raw lust to Celestia's nose. Celestia filled her lungs with it, and felt her own hips give a rolling thrust into the tentacles probing her.

“Celestia, what do you think you're doing?” Luna's voice barked out.

“I'm supposed to service any pony in need,” Celestia murmured. She let her nose drift closer and closer to the wet slit, until the heat of Luna's tender flesh warmed her muzzle. The writhing tentacles bumped up against her chin.

For a moment she hesitated, daring herself to go further. Then she opened her mouth and brought her lips down to the steaming wet slit. She shoved her tongue forward, parting Luna's walls and pushing her way between the tentacles. The taste burst through her mouth, a rich, earthy flavor that made her saliva flow.

Luna's entire body jerked at the sensation. “Quit it!” she shouted—but even as she did so, she shoved her crotch up against Celestia's mouth demandingly.

“Hmmmm?” Celestia asked, wriggling her tongue inside Luna's walls as Luna mashed her pussy into Celestia's lips. The silken flesh quivered around her, and the tentacles slid past her probing tongue, spreading Luna's wetness with their motions so that it dripped from her lips.

Luna's protests died into whimpers and moans as Celestia worked her tongue further inside, flicking at the walls before drawing back to tease at Luna's winking clitoris. Celestia smiled to herself, and began to make noisy slurping noises, savoring Luna's juices while at the same time tormenting her sister with the lewd sounds. She slapped one hoof against Luna's rump, then held it there, feeling the ripple of muscle as Luna's hips flexed and struggled to push her pussy harder into Celestia's face. The firm curve was almost feverishly warm to her touch, and damp with perspiration.

“Sss... stop this foalishness...” Luna slurred, but her will was not in her words. Celestia's only answer was to lip and slurp at her further. She pulled her tongue free, and half-drunk on the rich smell of Luna's lust, she licked all over Luna's crotch with thick and strong strokes. She added a layer of saliva to Luna's already sopping privates while the tentacles twitched and shoved in and out of her. Celestia's muzzle was splashed with the continual spillings from Luna's pussy, and the juices smeared across Luna's thighs as Celestia shoved her nose everywhere, kissing and licking, rooting around her sister's precious garden like a hog chasing down truffles.

Luna moaned raggedly and yelped at this treatment. Muzzle dripping, Celestia lifted her nose and looked up Luna's belly, but her sister's head lolled back in a daze, and all Celestia could see was her mouth open wide as she gasped for breath, a silvery string of saliva running along her cheek. Celestia dove back in with bestial fervor, driving her tongue deep into Luna's cunt and sucking at the sweet nectar while her sister writhed and bucked into her. Celestia's own nostrils flared as she panted, grunting as she ravaged Luna's pussy. Beneath her own tail, wonderful things were happening as the tentacles coaxed and teased her intimate places with their seductively alien caresses.

Luna wheezed, a strained whinny escaping her throat. Celestia could feel her pussy shuddering wetly around her tongue and the tentacles. “It's too much!” Luna gasped out. One of the tentacles pressed between Celestia's lips and the lips of Luna's pussy twitched suddenly as if comprehending the gates of paradise it had managed to infiltrate.

Then Celestia felt the tentacle pulse and swell, its flesh trembling against her lower lip. She realized a torrent of fresh stallion sperm had to be surging through it, a treasure to be deposited deep inside Luna's pussy. She pressed her mouth tight to Luna's crotch, her tongue straining deeper, as deep as she could reach. Another whinny scraped tightly from Luna's throat while the tentacle continued to pulse thickly in staggered bursts. Celestia's questing tongue pressed against the hot walls and felt them suddenly flex and squeeze around her intrusion. A moment later the tip of her tongue was rewarded with a taste of the unmistakable raw flavor of stallion semen.

Another whinny tore from Luna's throat, and Celestia felt her thighs tense against the restraint of the the tentacles around her legs. With a sudden burst of effort, Luna's hind legs pulled against the tentacles and clasped around Celestia's face with almost crushing force, her hocks crossing around the back of Celestia's neck and pulling her head down until Celestia's face was mashed tightly into Luna's pussy.

Luna's hips jerked up against Celestia's muzzle, jolting Celestia's teeth against her mound. Her pussy convulsed around Celestia's tongue, shooting a delicious squirt of stallion cream from deep inside across Celestia's taste buds. Though her ears were pressed between Luna's thighs, Celestia heard another, wilder whinny and saw Luna's belly heave as she cried out.

There had never been a moment when Luna's pussy had not been soaking wet. But now Luna's juices flooded her sweet passage as she ground herself into Celestia's mouth. The musky liquid washed across Celestia's tongue and poured into her mouth in a sudden rush.

Luna was coming. Celestia lashed her tongue inside her sister, pushing her pleasure further as she tried to swallow down the blast of marecum. Her own senses reeled at the erotic taste of her sister's ecstasy filling her mouth. Luna's thighs clamped tight to Celestia's cheeks and her hips jerked uncontrollably against Celestia, fucking her sister's face as waves of pleasure exploded through her. A fresh flood of her juices came spurting into Celestia's mouth, overflowing and spilling past her lips. It poured down her chin and neck as well as down the crease of Luna's rump, where the hot torrent swept past her anus to run trails down Luna's tail and the curve of her rump. It streamed onto the stage below, a hot and pungent cascade of alicorn delight.

Celestia could feel both tentacles now pulsing and spurting more stallion cream inside Luna. She was startled to feel a warm burst inside her own depths as a tentacle inside her joined in the squirting chorus, but her focus remained on her sister. In truth, she had little choice, as Luna's legs held her face plastered to Luna's groin; but even if they didn't, Celestia was eager to be a part of Luna's orgasm. She had never seen her sister in such intensity of pleasure, and it not only thrilled her but filled her heart with love for her sibling, even if the situation was without question completely and irredeemably perverted.

Luna's body shuddered and jolted against Celestia as she creamed into her mouth. More of her juices came surging past Celestia's lips, soaking the both of them. The smooth coat of fur on Celestia's chest shone glossily, wet with Luna's drenchings. Celestia was certain Luna was so far gone in her own pleasure that she had no idea the sort of mess she was making—but that only made Celestia want to push her even further into that transcendent realm.

She worked her tongue wildly, stroking and probing, assisted by the tentacles. The thick smell of Luna's wet spurtings filled her nose, and she bit down gently with her teeth around Luna's mound, bringing one more sensation to the storm of delights that thundered through the alicorn.

Another of Luna's whinnies pierced the air, and suddenly she released her tight grip on Celestia's head. She spread her thighs wide, her pussy suddenly gaping as she bucked herself up into Celestia's muzzle. Celestia pushed back, letting Luna grind herself against her teeth while she slurped at her sister, her lips sliding against the wet flesh, her tongue curling and twisting and zeroing in on Luna's twitching clitoris.

It brought more of Luna's juices fountaining forth. Celestia tried again to swallow down Luna's bounty, doing her best to seal her lips around the slick flesh of Luna's cunt, but she misjudged the force of the mare's ejaculation, getting too little of it down her throat before the pressure of liquid sent a stream of it shooting into her sinus. Celestia whipped her head back, coughing and gasping, a shining stream of Luna's cum spilling down from one nostril.

Still the lightning bursts of pleasure kept spasming through Luna's body. Seemingly random twitches passed through her while she gasped and whined in ecstasy. The muscles in her rump flexed and drove her hips up as another surge of her cum came jetting from her pussy, spraying all over Celestia's face. It plastered down her forelock and dripped from her horn, catching Celestia just as she was recovering from her coughing. For a moment she was frozen in surprise, blinking the spatterings from her eyelashes and staring down at Luna's gaping pussy as the juices continued to drizzle from it. The pink flesh glistened slickly, giving way easily as the two tentacles glided across it. Then a shiver seemed to pass through Luna and her pussy quivered and clenched before Celestia's eyes, sending another wet squirt shooting at her.

It spattered across her nose, a fresh dousing of Luna's hot cum. By that point, Celestia had enough presence of mind to open her mouth and try to catch up the tail end of the spurt. She followed it down to Luna's pussy and planted a sweet kiss on those nether lips before resuming her licking and probing.

Luna's body writhed and shook in erotic delight, but the fierce spasms and struggles were fading, and it was soon clear to Celestia that her sister's orgasm was slowly winding down. Still, Celestia tended to Luna's pussy with an eager tongue, and the surging rushes of pleasure continued to shudder through the alicorn regularly and spew further bursts of marecum into Celestia's lips. On a certain level, Celestia was a little envious of the intensity of Luna's orgasm—for all the extravagant climaxes she herself had enjoyed this day, she had not spurted anything like what Luna had been able to produce.

Luna sagged in the embrace of the tentacles, a languid afterglow finally taking hold of her. Celestia kept licking, and was occasionally rewarded with a thrust of Luna's hips into her face or a sudden squeeze around her tongue. For a moment she thought about what it would be like to tend her

sister like this as a stallion pounded her, his hefty cock sliding against her lips and drilling into Luna's wet passage, dragging out the sweet taste of her fluids for her tongue to catch along his shaft with each thrust, his thick pink balls bouncing between his thighs. When she came, how long would he last as her juices shot around his shaft and poured across their legs? When he did start to spurt, would Celestia be able to catch a taste of his seed in her sister's outpourings?

She wrenched herself away from such fantasies, startled by how responsive she was getting in her own nethers at the thought. She pulled her muzzle wetly from Luna's pussy, strands of juices sliding from her chin. Down on the stage she could see Pipette wrapped in the tentacles, shuddering and jerking. The mare was panting and groaning, pawing at the tentacles as wave after wave of ecstasy shook her.

“I... I can't take it,” she gasped out. “I keep cumming... everypony is cumming, and I feel it all... it's too much!”

She thrashed in the tentacles, throwing her head back as the blasts of pleasure pounded through her. “Ahhh...! Wolfram, are you there? It's so good... I... I think I'm going to faint...”

Celestia felt the tentacles buried inside her spasm as if in sympathy with Pipette's extravagant delights. A moment later they seized up, almost rock-solid. She saw Pipette give one final body-wracking twitch, and then sag back into the tentacles limply.

She really did faint! Celestia thought.

The strength went out of the tentacles around her, and she slowly dropped to the stage along with the other ponies carried by them. A tentacle slid weakly from her pussy, followed by the ones in her rump. They slapped to the floor, scarcely able to move. Out in front of the stage, dozens of dazed and spent ponies stumbled about in confusion as the tentacles released them.

Pipette gave little contented whickers in her sleep. Celestia watched in fascination as the heap of tentacles around her grew gelid and melted into slime. With eerie swiftness the slime seemed to evaporate into the air, soon leaving nothing but damp patches across the stage.

For a few minutes there was confusion as ponies milled about, recovering from their tentacle adventure. Up on stage, the guard stallion with the fan club managed to pull himself together, though he looked rather pale and drained. Celestia heard a clattering to one side of her as Luna heaved herself to her feet.

Celestia turned to her. “Umm...”

Luna gave her a dire look, daring her to speak a word of what had transpired between her thighs.

“That spell is hereby interdicted!” Luna announced.

Celestia's mouth opened in shock. “Luna, noooo, you can't just—”

“Interdicted!”

Celestia bit her lip. “I admit things got out of hoof, but the knowledge we could—”

“No,” Luna said.

Celestia smiled weakly. For the moment it seemed best to go along with her sister, but she was not about to let this be the final word on tentacle summoning.

At the same time, the whole business had thrown the day's efforts into chaos. Celestia's stocks were in ruins, half her theoretical suitors in the square had been ravished by the tentacles, and any semblance of official organization seemed laughable. “Luna,” she asked, “should we stop now? In view of the situation...”

Luna stomped her hoof. “You are to serve the ponies all day,” she insisted. Then she smiled and pointed out into the square.

Celestia followed Luna's gesture, and saw, sure enough, ponies from the back of the square beginning to pick their way among the blissed-out victims of the tentacles to once again form lines for a turn with her.

“Oh my,” she said, taking some pride in the tenacity of her subjects.