Into The Filly Pit

by LilSlipsy

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Non-consensual, Random
Length: 1528

A pit involving fillies and tentacles. Enjoy.

One of the biggest shocks was inside a hidden pit on a frequented trail. What lay inside was completely unexpected, but once sights had been set, what was inside this pit didn’t plan on letting go.

Tags: Foalcon, F/T, tentacle rape

Published 2019-06-15 20:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-15 20:30:01 UTC

Filly Pit

How did I end up here?

Who knows how far into this pit I fell? I trekked along this path almost every week, but suddenly a hole was there, hidden away with some large leaves blocking it from view. I thought nothing of it until the branches started snapping and gravity suddenly took hold. Grabbing, wrapping and coiling around anything I could didn’t stop from slipping into the trap below.

That’s where they were, the most insatiable creatures I have ever found: fillies.

There were so many of them. Dozens? Hundreds? It was countless and they were all I could see, engulfing me as I sunk deeper into them.

They were no bigger than an oversized pumpkin. When I first plopped into their domain, they all looked at me with those big eyes that could melt my heart. Each of them had their own unique styles and colours of manes and coats; a mosaic filled with all hues of the rainbow. Some of them might have been adorable enough to snuggle with, lift up out of the pile, wrap around and snuggle against their soft fur until I got my fill.

I could notice just how hot it was in here. The air felt nice; like a sauna from all these warm ponies, but below me it was almost like a furnace touching against them. The scent in here reminded me of the aroma that came from pony villages during their season of heat. It was sweet and enticing, always like some underlying need you could just feel in the air… but here it was in its purest of forms.

As the initial surprise past in moments, their eyes slowly turned as they continued to stare. One brave filly with a purple coat and yellow mane curiously inspected one of my vines, feeling one of my tips with her tiny hooves.

I had prepared all night yesterday, shining my vines till they had a sleek, deep-green to them, ready to meet someone very important in my life; I hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks and every day, more and more excitement was building up. The plan was to end in a wonderful explosion when we met, but when that curious filly popped my tip into her mouth, it was clear these girls had other plans.

That touch sent a shiver down my vine and I could feel it start to drip. She licked right at the source and her subtle moan was enough to set all the others off. Other hooves started grabbing at me from all directions. A symphony of giggles and squeals erupted as they pounced; one might have been manageable, but as a pack they were overwhelming. Like a wave, more of them climbed over each other, burying me from above as others pulled me down.

All of them were grabbing at me with their hooves, spreading me apart with each vine they seized. I soon found that there was more heat than in just their bodies. They wiggled and squirmed around, getting into the best angles and spots that they could, showing off those rumps and what lay behind their tails.

An orange filly with a purple mane had her fillyhood all puffed out, lips engorged with lust and her clit rapidly popping out to say hello half a dozen times. One white filly’s parts looked very prim and proper behind that pink and purple swirled tail; though her backside was still drooling like all the rest.

Their holes looked small, barely large enough to fit any of my limbs inside, but that seemed perfect for what they hungered for. I could see some and feel the others, grabbing ahold of my vines, rubbing my tips up against the wetness between their legs. The heat was intense, but became overwhelming as they squished me inside them. Their walls clamped on, massaging my length and pulling it deeper into their needy tunnels.

I couldn’t help it; on instinct my tips stiffened and I twitched from all these electrifying sensations flowing through me, involuntarily thrusting into their hungry holes as they buck away without pause. The giggles stifled down into a chorus of panting and long, heavy moans. Wet slaps resonated every time I hit into them as deep as they could possibly allow.

The ones who hadn’t been able to indulge before all of my tips were all occupied, found relief in other ways. They squished their rears against the length of my vines until it felt like every inch met their wet kisses; it didn’t even end there.

They were wrapped around themselves as much as they were wrapped around me; horns filling holes, wings tickling and bring tickled, and hooves rubbing like there was no tomorrow. One filly with a red mane and a yellow coat had two others tag-teaming that sweet nectar between her legs; the two pink and grey fillies had a chain of others doing the same for as far as I could see in this endless sea of small filly flanks.

Everywhere the lewd sounds of lips wetly slapping together, being sucked, or being spread apart and rammed to their limit rang out. Between my own liquid and the copious amount of filly juice gushing from every one of them, I was covered, they were covered. We were all in a slick mess of each other’s making and with the cries that were getting louder; it was only going to get wetter from here.

I had some endurance, but all these girls taking me in every single possible way, lighting every nerve up as they rode me was taking its toll. Many of them were already being hit hard by their own finish. I could feel them hopping up and down on my stiff ends, riding till they couldn’t hold on any more and a torrent of liquid came blasting out.

Their walls desperately tried holding on as they fell off and into the horde, being cleaned up by the nearest mouth that could find that precious spot between their legs. It didn’t take long for a new girl to press her lips against that thick tip until it finally popped in, spreading her tunnel open for the first time. Her hips bucked down and I slid into her slick passage in a blink of an eye, letting the filly join the others in squealing out as they rode me senseless.

Their moans grew louder as heavy throbs rippled down through every one of my vines. It was too much to bear, too many fillies rubbing, squeezing and humping out every bit of pleasure that they could. Pressure deep within had been building for weeks and now they were making it go critical. A euphoric wave washed over me as they finally pushed me over the edge. I could hear several squeals as my tips flared inside them, anchoring in deep as a rush of goo came blasting out. It filled their tunnels full in an instant, but the pressure built up until they couldn’t hold it anymore. My tips shot out from them and sprayed many of the eager bystanders; maws already open and ready.

The release felt like time had slowed to a crawl, letting me enjoy everything these fillies gave me in one orgasm that felt like a lifetimes worth in one. The aftershock of it still left me twitching uncontrollably as I slowly came down from the high.

The last spurt came dribbling out and a cheer erupted as they collectively realized what they accomplished. Immediately, many of them turned around for cleanup on me and on each other, devoured the sticky treat with every lick from their small tongues. One of them even moaned out in delight, “Mmmm~ it tastes like strawberry!” and dozens of other voices agreed.

My tips were still hard and stiff - like normal after a finish like that - and curious hooves began touching me once more, eagerly pushing each other aside for their own chance at being spread to the fullest. Soon, I could feel that familiar build up again as they re-mounted themselves and they did not relent in the slightest.

Hooves from down below were grabbing onto me, dragging me in deeper. I didn’t know how far I’d fallen into this pit. I didn’t know how many there were in here. I had fallen into the endless sea of filly flanks trying to ride me for all of eternity.

I couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse.

I couldn’t really think on that at all.

My mind was clouded from each of them; sensations that only built up the deeper I went into the filly pit.

Author's Note

You know what the world needed?

A filly pit.

With all those tentacles pits hidden around every corner for an unsuspecting creature to fall into, there sure is a lack of filly pits for a poor, unsuspecting tentacle creature to fall into. Think of all those tentacle creatures that will never be able to experience such a thing.

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