Maybe check the itinerary next time?
A chilling cascade of cold rain rattles the windows of a quiet, cozy tavern nestled in the shade of a dense forest some miles off from the nearest town. The orange glow shining from behind the shaking windows invites any still wandering the stormy streets to come inside and dry their drenched fur. Inside, those who are taking shelter from the deluge settle into their seats to warm their bodies, buy their meals, and watch the muted entertainment on stage: A musician quietly humming and strumming out a soft tune on his lyre, just a bit of background noise that echoes from the aged wooden rafters and fills the hall with an air of comfort.
A gorgeous red-brown unicorn sits alone at the table closest to the stage, a well kept mandolin emblazoned with a moon and a golden star resting atop her soft lap. A hoof strokes the strings of her instrument as she listens to the performer, idly thinking about what she'll be playing when she finally takes the stage. She flicks her glossy, curled brown mane over her shoulder as she turns to look back at the crowd of somewhat disinterested patrons through her small, rectangular glasses. It's not her most prestigious venue, but money is money, and more than getting paid, she always adores seeing ponies fixated on her energetic tunes.
So engrossed in her own thoughts, she doesn't notice the music stopping, or the musician stepping down from the stage, until he rests a hoof on her shoulder, and whispers, "It's all yours, Miss Aripegio."
Her ears perk up, and swivel towards the voice a moment before her head does. "Ah, yes! Thank you, Clef." She shoots back, a bit embarrassed at how it must seem that she found his music so boring that she needed to distract herself with her own thoughts. Still, she wouldn't be a musician if embarrassment stopped her, so she gives Clef a little bow, before grabbing her mandolin and ascending the stage.
Another hoof lands on her shoulder before she can even take the first step, and she turns to see a rather distraught looking unicorn, robed in soft silks and bearing a rather fetching, if simple, band of gold atop his head.
"P-Pardon me, miss, but you're one of the performers, right? Have... have you seen a little cage, about this big?" He asks, approximating a size with his hooves. It seems to be about the size of a breadbox from the look of it. "It's got a little... thing in it, and I seem to have misplaced it. I can't exactly do my bit without it." He explains, nervously fidgeting as he constantly looks to the corners of the stage, clearly scanning for his desired cage.
"Apologies, but I haven't seen anything like that. I've been sitting up front all night. I wish you luck and all, but... do you mind?" Ari rhetorically asks as she gently brushes away the stallion's hoof with a smile. The stallion's face turns a bit red from embarrassment, and he quickly finds an excuse to slink out of the room, his gaze still darting from place to place. A bit confused, but undeterred, Aripegio finally climbs the stairs to her performing platform.
As she takes center stage, already Ari can feel a few new eyes turning to face her, entranced by her stunning good looks, and the sultry swaying of her hips as she saunters across the stage. Her eyelashes flutter, capturing the attention of another, before she stops her flaunting, and raises her mandolin. A few ponies in the crowd nudge their friends and point to her as their voices grow more hushed in anticipation. Satisfied with the reaction to her presence, Ari takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as her magic dances up the strings of her favorite instrument, testing their tuning.
And, right as she prepares to pluck the first chord, and sing the first lyric, the sound of creaking and cracking wood fills her ears. She pauses, and looks around, as many in the crowd do, wondering what on earth the racket could be. The sound of another beam snapping gives her the realization that the sounds are coming from below her, and her eyes dart down just soon enough to see the boards beneath her hooves buckle upwards, with some thick, black ooze seeping from between the cracks, before the entire stage explodes in a shower of splintered wood, nails, and screaming as she's launched into the air. The crowd follows suit, toppling over their drinks, tables, and chairs as they move to get away from the stage, shouting in shock and fear as the perpetrator of the interruption emerges from under the stage. A mass of disgusting, writhing black tentacles dripping with thick, sticky ooze surge from underneath the broken stage, wetly slapping against the floor and flailing in the air as it drags itself into the open. Ari's airborne trip is cut short as a thick appendage slaps into her side, before tightly coiling around her midsection and holding her high, right where it grabbed her. Slime oozes into her coat as she screams and kicks her legs against the beast's tightening grip. Her mandolin falls further, straight into the solid mass of blackness beneath the stage, before stray tentacles wind around it and pull it out of sight, into the forest of wriggling limbs below her.
Her pointless flailing is met with the tentacle holding her aloft winding itself tighter against her barrel, choking the air from her chest as the sickeningly slimy surface of the tentacle snakes its way up her abdomen, up to her neck. A few squeezes squelch the thick black liquid all over her coat, and the bottom of her mane as all the fight is strangled out of her. Her head feels light, and her limbs twitch as they're starved of oxygen. Her eyes go wide as she fears for her life, but right as she feels fit to pass out, the pressure crushing her chest suddenly lightens, allowing her to suck in as much air as she wants. Her panicked gasps fill the air, barely audible over the ponies still stumbling over each other to run from the room.
Before she can question why the beast stopped, she feels something warm, sticky, and thick wrapping around her hind leg, and snaking up her inner thigh. She struggles, and fails, to twist her head towards the source, only succeeding in sending her beautiful locks tumbling over half her face. A face that quickly flushes as she feels the tentacle complete its journey up her thighs, and prod at her puffy marehood. Shamefully a bit wet from the strangling, the tentacle finds it easy to toy with her lower lips, its dull tip gently rolling around the entrance and gently tickling Ari's winking clit with every pass. Ari lets out a long, low groan, making the beast hesitate, and the crowd turn their heads. An awkward silence hangs in the air, and one of Ari's free hooves slaps against her muzzle, as if holding her mouth shut would undo the sound. The crowd whispers among themselves as the intruding appendage pulls back, leaving long, thick strands of black ooze as it gives Ari a bit of breathing room.
Unsure of what, if anything, she could do, Ari stays deathly still, hoof still held over her mouth as she stares, wide eyed at the crowd that stares straight back. Slowly, the throng of ponies move back to their seats, their eyes all fixated on the strands of ooze dribbling from between Ari's thick thighs. She blinks a few times, her confusion more than visible as she opens her mouth to shout at everyone.
"What are you doing? Help me, you idiots! Don't just sit there and waaAAAA!" Her free hind leg kicks as she feels the curious tentacle prodding back against her sopping wet slit. "G-Gods, help..." She mumbles, her voice giving way to a deep, primal growl as she feels the pressure building, before a loud, messy squelch echoes through the rafters, signalling the monster finally plunging its too-thick tentacle deep inside Ari's vulnerable pussy. Globs of thick ooze noisily glop from her overstuffed entrance as the appendage undulates, wriggling itself deeper and deeper into her with each passing second, making her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation overtakes her thoughts. The crowd cheers and claps, several of the stallions high hooving as they watch this poor, defenseless mare get ravaged by an uncontrollable beast. They watch as the tentacle squeezes itself into her cramped womb, filling every inch of her insides with the black slime that messily drips from every part of the monster, and bulging out her soft, cute stomach. More tentacles rise from the mass below Ari, winding their squishy selves around her free limbs and holding them in place so she can't struggle.
The next few minutes are filled with a deep, slow, rhythmic sensation as the appendage stuffed inside her slides in and out, coiling and uncoiling itself inside her womb as its sticky secretions coat her inner walls, and her gorgeous fur. Of course, the air is also filled with the sounds of happy customers drinking their fill as they watch Ari get violated. Between the tentacles and her own mane, Ari can spot a few of the patrons oogling her jiggling ass as it sways in the air with each thrust, globs of ooze dripping from her voluptuous cheeks and splattering onto the floor, while they happily stroke one out. "S-Someone... cmon, help..." She mumbles, unable to muster the energy to scream out anymore, not that it would help her.
As Ari resigns herself to her new fate, she feels the touch of a new tentacle, writhing over her flank, and firmly squishing her fatty thigh. She huffs, paying it no real mind, until she feels that selfsame tentacle prodding against her clit, and trailing higher, and higher, tickling the base of her tail before settling on the plump ponut sitting right beneath as its new home. It curls around the base of her tail, squeezing it tightly as its tip effortlessly glides into her ass. She can feel the tentacle sliding around and around the thigh it's crushing as it plunges deeper and deeper, sending her heart pounding all over again, and her bound body shaking and squirming as the crowd goes wild yet again.
An eternity seems to pass as entire feet of disgusting, writhing black tentacle stuffs itself into Ari's intestines, winding round and round inside her as it enjoys the warmth she gives it. She almost feels like throwing up, or fainting, or climaxing, or all three at once. Her voice is hoarse from whining and moaning and panting, and every second more is like torture for her body as she struggles to keep herself from tipping over the edge. Sweat and slime drip from her body, coating her fur and her mane in a glistening mess of bodily fluids, like she'd just been dunked in a lake. Several ponies in the crowd start to lose themselves to the pleasure as another noisy squelch fills the room, and another thick glob of ooze drips from Ari's marehood. Their own groans of pleasure ring through the air as they finally climax, splattering their own seed across the wooden floor, or inside a partner, if they're so lucky. Those first few trigger a chain reaction, and soon enough, the entire tavern is filled with the sounds of ecstasy as the crowd begins to cum, one by one, to the brilliant show Ari's put on, if you can say that.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Ari gives in, groaning as her holes clench tightly around the thick appendages bulging out her stomach. Her groan turns into a loud moan as her hips buck, and her juices squirt across the stage, disappearing into the inky black abyss beneath the stage, and mixing with the slime dripping from between her thighs. As she rides out her orgasm, the tentacles inside her suddenly swell even further, and her eyes widen as she feels thick, heavy ropes of the sticky ooze that'd been gradually leaking inside her suddenly explodes into her womb, and her ass. Her voice dies in her throat as she shakes and shivers, her eyes tearing up from the pain as her insides are stretched to their limits and pints of the ooze leaks from beneath her tail.
For a few minutes, the wet, messy sounds of sex and pleasure are all that fills the room, but like all things, it slowly dies down, leaving the tavern packed with exhausted, but satisfied, customers who all wear a grin on their face, along with a panicking Ari and a giant monster. "Th-There! You're all satisfied, right? Then help m-Mmph!~" Ari yells, before one last stray tentacle finds her mouth to be rather inviting, and decides to plug it. All that she can muster are loud, angry whines as she wriggles in its grasp. This time, however, the beast doesn't hold her aloft. Instead, it begins to slowly draw her towards its body, underneath the stage, and out of sight. More and more tentacles rise up to wind around Ari, muffling her panicked, angry whimpers and pleas more and more as it pulls her down, down, down. Everyone stares in silence, listening to her muffled begging as it grows quieter and quieter, until she's finally pulled beneath the stage, and her noises fade into silence and wet, noisy shlicking. For a moment longer, everyone is silent, before they suddenly explode into a round of applause, cheering, and whistles. Ari, however, doesn't hear any of it. For a long, long time, her world is going to be nothing but thick, sticky darkness, and mind-numbing pleasure.
