Bound Bonding

Luna blinked.

To her confusion, she found herself in the middle of a dark forest. Black, vague figures of large, ominous trees stood silently around her. Their dense foliage almost completely blocked out the view above, only allowing a tiny glimpse of the… purple night sky? Her moon was nowhere to be seen, inducing an uneasy feeling inside her. The uncomfortable tightness sensation around her entire body only added to that anxiety.

Slowly, her eyes got used to the darkness. Blurry images began to come into distinct yet warped shapes. And the first thing she realized stroke fear and confusion in her heart.

She was being suspended in midair by more than a dozen strange black vines wrapping around her legs and chest. They tilted her slightly on her back, causing her body to expose itself in quite an undignified manner. Her wings were also tied up and pulled apart by several other vines, fully extended out behind her. They did not pull like rope, but rather hardening like wood around her limbs, allowing her body to rest comfortably without pain but still rendering it completely immobilized. Another vines coiling around her cheeks back to behind her ears, preventing her head from turning freely.

What are these things? How did they get me?

She squirmed and pulled against the vines restraining her, but they held firm. She yanked her body again, much stronger this time, only to feel a stabbing pain when one of her wing bent in an uncomfortable angle from her body as it was tied in place.

Aware that breaking out with physical force was not feasible, she lighted up her horn, casting a teleportation spell. A familiar pop reached her ears. She blinked, and found herself still in the very same place. Only, she noticed, that she could not feel her crown on her head anymore. Grinding her teeth, she cast the spell again, and this time, her shoes and chest piece disappeared, while her body stayed where it was, within the bondage of the creepers.

Dumbfounded and somewhat undignified for stripping herself naked, she looked up to her horn, and saw it was covered in some kind of glowing blue dust. A quick glance around later let her discover dozens of small blue clumps of hair growing out of the vines’ stems, filling the air with ominous blue glows and the very same dust.

Is this dust messing with my magic? I need to try more simple spells. Maybe a straightforward magic blast can cut off these vines without being derai...

Before she could complete her thought, however, another vine with a hollow tip suddenly lunged forward and latched onto her horn. A warm and moist sucking feeling immediately washed over her mind. Luna let out a choking gasp.

“GAH…? Wha…? No…”

The light on her horn fizzled out. Magic started to course through her veins, along her spine, up her neck and out of her horn in an agonizingly stimulating sensation, sending shiver all over her body. Desperately, she squirmed, trying to break out with physical strength again. However, the vines stood firm, and Luna could not move a limb even as her body twitched and jerked involuntarily against her bondage.

“Ah… Ah… Gah… Hah…”

Moans began to escape Luna’s throat against her will. The tingles of magic being sucked out pinched at her every muscle, clouded her mind and ignited a burning heat deep inside her groin. Her breath became labored. Her mouth hang open. A trickle of saliva slipped out of the corner of her lips without her noticing.

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she slammed her jaw shut and ground her teeth angrily. What was she doing? She was a proud princess of Equestria! She would never be able to face Celestia again if she lost herself to these vile creatures. She shook her head violently to wake herself from the stimulation - or she tried to. The vines pressing against her cheek did not allow her body any movement.

The creepers did not give the Princess time to regain her composure though. There was something ruffling in the corner of her eyes. Turning her glance, Luna saw another vine had just creeped up to her cheek and brushed against her face. The head of the vine ended in a big flower bud made up by three dark green petals, slightly parted at the tip. It nuzzled her throat, slowly moving up to her chin, then coiled backward to press the tip of the bud against her mouth.

A sticky, thick liquid trickled on her lips. Luna immediately pressed them tight, trying her best to not letting any in her mouth. The vine pulled back a little, seemingly dejected, a string of the sticky fluid stretched out between Luna’s lips and the petals. She threw a razor sharp glare at the bud as if trying to cut it into pieces with her eyes, while defiantly holding her mouth shut. The vine seemed to recoil a bit. Then suddenly, the large petals unfolded, revealing a sickening sight to Luna’s horrified eyes. Protruding out in the middle of the petals was a bright red… thing that looked half like a giant flower pistil, half like an elephant trunk. The pink inner side of each petals was adorned with dozens of small wiggling tentacles, pulling with them strings of gluey fluid that stick to the side of the “pistil”.

Luna could only stare in terror as the vine inched forward and pressed the sickly wet “pistil” on her muzzle again. With all her might, she tightened her lips even more, praying to the moon for the strength to resist this creature. Unable to find the entry, the flower pulled back once again, looking agitated. Luna kept staring defiantly at it.

Then, the titillating sensation of magic being sucked from her horn suddenly intensified, causing Luna’s body to jump, or as close to jumping as it could against the restraining vines. The torrents of magic surged through her body and washed through her brain before being pulled out of her. Her eyes rolled upward, unfocused as tears started to swell up. Her face muscles twitched and strained involuntarily, slowly pulling her mouth open against her will.

“Gaaaaah…” was all Luna could mutter as her lips gradually parted. As soon as the entrance was wide enough, the flower vine lunged ahead, swiftly plunging its “pistil” deep into her maw while the petals folded forward, latching on and completely wrapping her muzzle inside the wet, sticky bud. The “pistil” stretched further in, sliding across her tongue and leaving in its path a half sweet, half bitter nectar. Before Luna could register what was going on in her befuddled mind, the stigma had already hit the back of her throat. The vile organ spurted out a glob of thick, slimy fluid into the entrance of Luna’s throat. And with the lubrication in place, it pushed forward, promptly slipping in the tight tunnel leading to Luna’s stomach.

The violated Princess immediately gagged and heaved. Her throat convulsed, trying to push the rude invader out, to no avail. It went on pulling more of itself out from inside the vine and into the alicorn. The thing kept lubricating the path ahead with spurts of thick slime, then slipped further in. Luna’s throat was slowly expanded and packed tight, to the point when her gaging reflex was simply some twitching of her inner flesh as it could do nothing more than hugging the alien organ a little tighter.

The stigma stopped just before it reached her stomach. It lay there, still and quiet for a while. At this time, the vine on her horn had slowed its magic sucking back down to a trickle, releasing Luna’s mind to fully experiencing the violation of her body. She could barely breathe though the small gap left in her windpipe by the expanded gullet. The petals around her muzzle closed in tight as dozens of the inner tentacles freely molested her skin with their greasy touches. Her tongue and upper mouth was forced hard on the slimy “pistil”, compelling her to thoroughly feel it disgusting taste and texture. Yet, she dared not bite, lest that vile thing was cut off and left lodged inside her.

And then, the “pistil” began to throb. Ripples of twitches and bulges were sent along its length from the base on her lips down to its tip near her stomach, causing her gullet to ripple as well and cutting off that small gap in her airway, suppressing her breathing pattern. Suffocating, Luna was forced to comply as the vine trained her to obediently attune her own breathing to its “rhythm”, submissively sucking in quick, tiny bits of air every time a ripple had just passed the back of her throat. All the while, the entire thing started to warm up, burning her inside.

Before long, the ripples were follow by spurts of fluid out of the stigma. Shot by shot gushed through the end of her throat straight into her belly, and hit the inner wall at the far end of it, making it lurch in perfect rhythm as if the vine was humping her stomach. The demeaning sensation continued for some time before the fluid began to fill up her stomach, prevent the next spurts from hitting her inner wall again.

Luna’s body twitched and shuddered the entire time it was disgracefully violated. Tears swelled up in her eyes as agony and indignation washed over her in waves. Even so, she could do nothing other than docilely submitting to the vines and enduring its treatment of her until it was over.

Eventually, the throbbing and squirting died down, barely before Luna’s stomach was filled to the brim. Slowly, she felt the “pistil” began to withdraw from her throat. Yet the sensation was in no way more pleasant. It had packed her gullet so tight that, as it steadily pulled out, it acted as a piston, sucking the sticky fluid it had pumped into her belly out through her gullet along with it. Luna cranes her neck painfully to try to ease the excruciating sensation. She found her dizzy mind unsettled between wanting the vine to slow down to lessen the feeling and wishing for it to speed up to get it over with. Not that the vine was actually concerned about her thought though. It just kept going on with its pace.

But at last, the “pistil” had reached the back of her throat. With a strong final yank, it plucked its vile organ out of her as the petals released her muzzle. Luna only had a second to prepare herself before her stomach lurched hard, and thick, gluey white fluid gushed out of her mouth glob by glob. She heaved and coughed. Tears streamed down her face as the sweet, bitter and sour taste assaulted her tongue. Dozens strings of the sticky fluid still stretched out between her muzzle and the small tentacles adorning the petals of the vine. The abominable flower stooped down as if gazing after the globs of liquid she had just expelled from her body, seemingly dejected as its “gift” was wasted.

After a long while of coughing and convulsing, Luna’s body went limp. Tears continued to flow from her half-lidded eyes as she let out choking sobs. It was only a start and the blue alicorn seemed to be ready to break down. She did not think she could get out of this intact anymore. Her clouded mind began to wander. Images of a regal white alicorn slipped into her thought, and her heart clung to them for comfort.

Oh how she wished for Celestia to be here, to save her! As much as she hated for her sister to see her weak like this, she could not help but longing for that calm voice, that graceful smile, that serene gaze, that soft touch, that warm kiss on the cheek from what seemed like an eternity ago…

Strangely, that thought seemed to affect the vines’ behavior. From the back of her cloudy mind, she could feel them vibrating softly, like they were communicating and contemplating something. The vibrations rippled through the magic stream that was steadily trickling out of her horn as well, as if the vines were reading her thought.

The vines remained like that for some time, lost in their conversation, as Luna slowly regained her breath. Then, she sensed movement. Very. Intimate. Movement. Something was slowly creeping up her inner thigh. Her eyes shot open. She looked down, and discovered another vine with something like a seed pod at the tip was advancing toward her very private part.

She was confused for a moment, then trepidation hit her. Her pupils shrunk and shook as she realized the creeper’s intention.

“No… No! Not there!”

She jerked, trying to cower into a ball to hide her intimate part, but the vines stayed firm and held her limbs in place, perfectly exposing her body for their friend. Desperate, she did the only thing she could do, squeezing the muscle between her hind legs as tight as she could with all her might, not realizing how adorably futile it was.

“Gaah!... Hah…”

She let out broken gasps as the soft but firm pod touched her marehood. To her humiliation, it felt slimy and slick over there. Had she been leaking? She squeezed her eyes and ground her teeth in disgust of herself. How could she let these foul creeper arouse her so? The only time she had ever wet herself was after that beautiful but absurd dream of her…

The vine pressed its pod hard against her lips, interrupting her thought. With all the slippery her body had disgracefully provided, it easily gained ground, parting her warm slit further apart. She squirmed and thrashed in desperation, unwilling to accept the inevitable.

“No! Stop it! Don’t… Aah! Aaaaah…”

Luna cried out as the pod finally slipped inside her. It was big, way bigger than what her innocent tunnel had prepared for. Her inner flesh strained to stretch itself apart to accommodate the alien invader, while the entrance to her tunnel quickly closed up behind it (or as much as it could close up around the thick vine), intimately enveloping the pod in her body warmth.

Tears streamed down Luna's cheeks. Her entire body shivered and shook, trying to cope with the agonizing sensation of fullness and the apprehension of what had happened. She felt so humiliated, so violated. No pony, no, no creature had ever touched her there before, except for Celestia. It had been long, long ago, when they still had been so very young, and had come about from an innocent filly wrestling play. Still, it was something special between her and her sister. And now, she had lost that to a foul creeper.

It would have been much better had it been Celestia doing it.

…

Wha...?

She blinked her teary eyes. Where had that thought come from? Why in Tartarus had she wished for Celestia...

The pod started to move, yanking her out of her wandering thought and pulling her back to the reality she was in. The vine began to push back and forth, advancing a little deeper each time. The thick, firm pod flattened her inside as it moved in and out like a burning hot clothes iron. The small but rough bumps on the vine behind it ground hard against her flesh as well, as if trying to assist the pod in shaving off the folds of her inner wall. One could see the pod’s movement through the small bulge it made in Luna’s lower abdomen. Her flesh cramped up around it, trying desperately to halt the cruel invasion, to no avail. Slowly, the pod adventured further and further in, caring not for the valiant but futile resistance the tight canal put up.

The vine kept on going, piercing through her belly, deeper and deeper into her core. Eventually, much to Luna’s terror and confusion, it hit her cervix. A shockwave of excruciating stimulation shot through the alicorn’s body. Never actually feeling that core of her before, she was crushed under the sensation. Powerful convulsions rocked through her as she was pushed over the edge. The vine did not back off, however. It continued to press its pod firmly against the entrance of her womb, as if giving it a loving, passionate kiss. The gesture rode Luna’s tattered body through a long, agonizing climax. Her eyes burned with tears. Every fiber of her muscles seemed to be snapping off under the intense orgasm.

After a long, mind-breaking moment, Luna went limp, nearly passing out from the extreme experience. The vine did not let her slack off though. Hesitantly parting with Luna’s cervix, the pod pulled back into her tunnel and once again began to pump back and forth, albeit with much quicker pace and longer, more powerful thrust. It did not go in a straight line, but instead curving and bending, kneading the roof and floor of her tunnel like it was trying to reshape her body to its liking.

Much as her mind wanted to shut down, Luna was jolted awake by the vicious pumping. Even as her body was trying to recover from the previous intense climax, the flame inside her groin was ignited again. With her body held completely in place, Luna could do nothing but choke on her sobs while the vine used her body as its toy, pumping in and out of her at its own pleasure.

The pod at the tip began to pound ruthlessly against her cervix. The agony from the savage assault made Luna’s spine twist and bend in three different directions within the small confine of her bondage. She could not tell how long until her body tore itself apart. The creeper did not seem to even notice, continuing to viciously ram the gate of her womb in an erotic siege, demanding entry into the citadel of her most intimate part.

Under the relentless assault, Luna’s cervix began to fold inward and stretch further and further apart. Bit by bit, the seed pod of the vine invaded deeper into the moist, fertile chamber, a heaven for its seeds. Finally, with a prolonged, persistent last push that sent intense spasms to every muscle in Luna’s body, the pod popped into her deepest confine with an audible sound. Immediately, the outer sepals unfolded, latching onto the entrance of her womb and completely securing the seed pod in place.

Luna felt her eyes boiled in her tears. Her mind was already near saturated in agonizing pleasure. All her limbs painfully cramped from as many as dozens of spasm already. Tattered feathers hang broken from her wings before detaching from her battered body and slowly drifting down to the forest ground. Luna was at her limit.

The creepers did not intend to let her off the hook that easily. Quietly, sneakily, another vine made its way to her behind.

Luna’s sluggish brain seemed to register it too late. By the time she noticed it, the vine had already been pressing hard against her tailhole.

“Noo… D-don’t… there… Aah… Aaah…”

Paying no heed to her despaired plea, the vine showed no mercy. It did not go in smoothly. Her anus was even tighter than her marehood, and all the space the previous vine had taken up in her body left little room for her flesh to stretch out any further. Nevertheless, the new vine was not deterred. It squirted a slimy liquid onto her anus. Then, assisted by the slickness, it slowly gained ground, forcing her stubborn anal ring to yield bit by bit.

Ultimately, with a loud pop, the vine succeeded in its conquest. Luna’s eye shot wide as she let out a broken shriek. Not waiting for her body to cramp itself up, the vine quickly pushed in further. Despite the coiling nature of her back tunnel, the creeper sadistically took a different strategy than its comrade, shoving in hard and straight on purpose, compelling her rectum to unwind itself to reshape to the vine’s chosen path. It kept on going nearly two horn lengths in before halting, then pulling itself back out fast, tugging at her untwined tunnel before releasing it to return to its original shape.

The sensation of her anatomy being pieced through mercilessly, then compressed and released like a spring at the vine’s cruel play made Luna choke on her gasps, unable to make out a comprehensible cry. Her body seemed to be slowly torn apart.

Then, all the while the vine was plunging in and out of her, ripples of intense vibration rode along it length. And before Luna even managed to regain a proper breath, the vine drove itself deep into her, and a tidal wave of thick fluid burst out of its tip, expanding her tube onward like a balloon. The stretching sensation made Luna felt like she was being ripped in half. Her throat contracted in a choking scream while tears bubbled out of her eyelids.

Just when Luna’s body was riding its second climax to the peak, she felt the seed pod deep inside her began to swell up as well. It slowly expanded, making her belly bulge out, stretching her womb apart and just adding more and more to the raging orgasm. Her mind seemed like being torn apart bit by bit. Her muscles wrenched, her nerves ripped and twisted. It went on and on, seemingly to no end. But at last, mercifully – or cruelly, one could hardly tell – the pod burst open, releasing a blast of hot, thick, milky fluid that quickly flooded her womb, and a single, miraculous seed.

As if to prevent her from hurting herself with the throat-ripping cry, the flower vine promptly plunged its red “pistil” back into her screaming throat. With excellent precision, it slipped all the way down her gullet in one push, smoothly lodging itself inside her while the petals latched themselves onto her muzzle again. Then, it promptly spurted a torrent of fluid into her stomach, feeding her full from this end once again. She gagged a few times, but then went limp. Her body seemed to have broken its limit, and could no longer react any further. It eventually gave up and embraced the ravishing sensation. The dreadfully pleasant feeling of fullness, having all her orifices affectionately sealed tight and filled up, began to spread throughout her every nerve.

As she was drown in euphoria, the burning heat radiating from inside all of her depths reminded her of the warmth from her sister’s sun. It was hot, but comforting; scorching, but titillating; alien to the coolness of her moon, yet arousing her deepest core. Little by little, she found her body accepting it, easing into it, melting into it while the pleasure slowly saturated her mind. Was this how she would feel if she had her sister, if she could touch the beautiful white alicorn’s core? Oh, what a blissful dream…

What if she could?

…

Would she want to?

Of course she would. Why would she not...?

Embracing that lovely mare tightly, inside and out?

Yes, that would be nice…

Forever staying connected with her?

Yes…

Strangely, Luna started to feel her heartbeat fasten and her breath ragged even as her entire body loosened up and her mind slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep. Somehow, there was something intriguing sprouting in the back her mind, arousing her imagination, making her anticipate for… something. What was she awaiting for? She was not sure. But something whispered in her mind…

Maybe nightmare could come true after all…