Inside Me

"You're going to do it again!?"

I scoffed. "Of course I'm doing it again, Pitter-Pat. It's a hell of a lot better than a stallion can do."

Pitter-pat, my eternally-cautious companion, grimaced. "But you know what all the warnings in those books say, Rosette," she argued, chewing nervously on a wisp of pale blue mane. "Messing with summoning magic for trivial purposes is dangerous, especially when you're summoning things from the abyssal realms. And, I mean... it doesn't say it in the book, but I'd imagine you can put even more emphasis on that when you're letting those things put their... appendages inside your body."

"And who said my needs are trivial?" I replied, not letting Pitter's paranoia sway me. "Look, everything is totally under control. I've got these summoning spells down perfectly. I open a nice little stable portal, big enough for those things in there to put their tentacles through, but not whatever gross body they're attached to. I get a much better fucking than the lame stallions in this town can ever hope to give, and then I close the portal again. And if the monster on the other side gets a little more vigorous than I like, I just close the portal early. It's not like those ghastly things can do anything about it."

Pitter-pat whimpered, but she hung her head. It seemed she knew she wouldn't be changing my mind. "Just... be careful, alright?" she mumbled, looking away. "Don't overdo it. If you wanna get laid by a weird alien, fine, that's your business. But nopony wants you to get hurt, Rosette."

"I'll be fine," I insisted, ushering Pitter to the door. "Go out, enjoy your day. I'll catch up once I'm... y'know, satisfied."

Pitter nodded. "Right. I'll meet you for dinner downtown."

She forced a small smile, and trotted from the room.

I shut the door. Eagerly rubbing my hooves together, my horn ignited as I cast a spell on the summoning circle I'd already drawn on the floor, watching the wood ripple and fade, becoming an inky black hole into some parallel realm.

"Yoo-hoo!" I sang, backing my rump up over the portal and lifting my scarlet tail aside, revealing the puffy, peach-colored pussy and nicely rounded asshole both hidden underneath. "Any creatures down there want to fill some tight pony holes?"

My body was, if anything, even more eager than my mind. I felt my clit wink out of its hood, causing a few wayward drops of my essence to fall from it into the portal. All the better, I supposed; something laden with my hormones would get the creatures' attention faster.

It only took a second for the first tentacle to rise up. Each time I did this, it seemed a different creature responded to my call. Over the past few weeks, I'd seen tentacles of multiple sizes, colors, and textures. Today's visitor was purple, with rubbery slick skin, and was seriously thick. I licked my lips; this one would be a workout, and that was just what I needed today to quiet my raging needs.

"Hey there," I chuckled, waggling my rump. "Wanna play?"

The tip of the tentacle gravitated to my pussy as if it was magnetic. I felt the cool, wet tip touch lightly against my clit, which once again responded with an eager, involuntary wink, spritzing the slimy purple flesh with more mare juices.

Eldritch monstrosities weren't the most subtle things. I'd learned that pretty quickly. So I wasn't surprised at all when the visitor slipped right into my moist tunnel and promptly bottomed out inside me, though I did give a little gasp as my insides stretched around its girth.

Before I could even move, three more purple tendrils rose out of the other realm. Moving quickly, one of them wrapped itself around my middle, hoisting me into the air. As my hooves left the floor, I recalled the first time I'd ever summoned one of these creatures; it'd been shocking to be lifted so effortlessly, and I remembered being a little scared. Now, I took it in stride. It couldn't drag me back to it's own realm; there was no way my body would fit through the narrow portal. I dangled in its grip, letting out a squeak of pleasure as the tentacle in my pussy started to thrust.

"Fuck yeah..." I breathed, relaxing my body and letting the tentacle holding me up do the work. "I'm all yours bud. Do whatever you want, as long as you make me cum."

As if accepting the invitation, I felt another tentacle poke at my rear entrance. I flagged my tail higher, keeping it out of the way the visitor could do its thing. I clenched my teeth for a moment as my narrow asshole suddenly became much wider as a tentacle pushed in.

What shocked me was the ease with which it entered. In my experimentation, I'd come to learn that, while every tentacled horror had something unique about it, some things were consistent across all of them. One always-present trait I was very grateful for was the natural lubricant that coated them all.

This was different, though. I hadn't noticed it in my pussy, where things were already so wet, but this creature's tentacles were coated in something so slick it seemed practically frictionless. In a matter of seconds, it was deep in my ass with no effort at all, triggering all sorts of nerves that didn't usually get much attention as it started pumping with a similar rhythm to the other tentacle.

"Oh! Oh that's... that's niiiice," I managed, giggling and twitching as the two tendrils moved in tandem to pleasure me. These creatures never had a problem getting in my pussy, considering I was usually a sopping, winking mess by the time they tried to enter, but I'd never had one slip past my puffy ponut so easily before.

...Though, to be fair, I wasn't as tight back there anymore, considering the number of unearthly abominations that I'd allowed inside recently.

Still another tentacle snaked along under me, brushing against my belly and wrapping around to my face. I knew what it wanted, and I knew it would force its way in, but I saw no reason to make it go through the trouble. I opened my mouth wide, letting my tongue hang out, and the violet appendage quickly slipped into my throat.

...Sweet? How curious.

I was hardly an expert, but in my experience, tentacles usually tasted either bland and watery or sometimes a bit bitter or acidic. But the slippery secretion coating these ones had an almost syrupy taste to it that was incredibly pleasant on my tongue.

Extra wide, super low friction tentacles, and they taste nice, too? I'll have to ask this particular tentacle monster for a second date when he's done with me.

Fully penetrated, there was nothing to do but ride out the fucking my summoned creature had in store for me. At least until I got bored and decided to close the portal, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

The first tentacle, which had at least a solid two minutes to far to pound my pussy, was certainly doing its job. I twitched and whined as I felt an orgasm approaching.

"Harder!" I tried to call, though it came out as little more than a grunt around the tentacle in my mouth.

I ached for release. Suspended in the air, I didn't have much leverage to do anything, but I flopped around as best I could, trying to push my hips backward onto the pair of tendrils sliding in and out.

Please! I mentally yelled, writhing in the monster's hold as it started to pound me harder. I need it, I need it, I need to...

Finally, I tipped over the edge, An orgasm tore through me, tensing every muscle in my body. My pussy and anus clamped down on their respective welcome guests, and I heard the telltale sound of my juices squeezing out around the tentacle and dribbling on the wood below. I moaned eagerly around the tentacle in my mouth, which it took as an invitation to slide deeper into my throat.

Bliss. This, for me, was bliss.

As I hung there in midair, coming down from the wave of pleasure, and knowing another would follow soon, since the three tendrils inside me didn't even pause, I thought about how I'd come to end up here.

I'd always had a... somewhat negative opinion on sex. The doc said there's a possibility something's wrong with my nerves. I don't believe it; I think the problem is more that this town is full of pansy stallions with limp noodles hanging between their legs. Whatever the reason, finding relief had always been a struggle. Everypony I'd tried hooking up with left me feeling disappointed and still achingly horny, and cumming was a rare treat I almost never got to experience.

That is until, in a moment of hormone-clouded desperation, I summoned a beast from another dimension in the hopes it could use me harder than the droves of pathetic stallions could.

Spoiler alert: It did. And so did the next one, and the one after that.

Outside my house, just beyond those shades covering the windows, ponies were going about their day, totally unaware that their neighbor was just on the other side of the wall, stuffed full in every orifice with the appendages of some unknowable entity. I imagined what they'd think if they knew. They'd be disgusted. Horrified. If even my closest friend was constantly trying to talk me out of this, most ponies would think I was an absolute freak for willingly letting my body be subjected to these alien monstrosities.

And you know what? Fuck 'em. At least these monstrosities can actually get me off.

Noticing my total lack of resistance, the creature intruding in my holes started to ramp it up. Very little sound was able to make it out of my mouth, but it didn't matter. I was past the point of speaking now, my voice replaced with grunts and gasps and whimpers of pleasure. My velvety inner walls clenched, squeezing the slick tentacle. It hammered against my cervix, sending explosions of feeling through me and making my hind legs kick instinctively at the air. Its companion in my ass probed deeper, well past my rectum now, poking into the end of my colon, stretching it to shapes and sizes I'd never experienced before.

My nostrils flared, taking in shallow breaths each time the tentacle in my throat pulled back, and then holding onto the precious oxygen for each forceful forward thrust. My vision spun as sensation, so much sensation, overwhelmed me from all angles.

Pumping, squelching, shifting, pounding, fucking. I wanted more. I needed more!

All at once, I came again. I didn't even realize it had been building up until it struck. I squealed, twisting my body, legs kicking and muscles tensing, a wildfire of pleasure consuming every inch of me. It reaffirmed what I thought earlier; if this was the wrong way to seek pleasure, I didn't wanna be right. Nopony, not even the most masculine, experienced stud, could fuck me like this.

Unrelenting, the tentacles only seemed to push harder in response. I sucked in breath through my nose, feeling the guest in my mouth sliding along my tongue, pushing further into my throat.

They want to get deeper, I realized.

Usually, these creatures were content to just fuck me. I assumed they got some kind of nourishment from the chemicals my body produced during sex. This one, though, didn't seem content to just fill the same spaces a horsecock would've filled. It wanted to probe further down into my body.

I certainly wasn't uncomfortable as it was right now, and admittedly curious. Knowing I could cease the summoning spell at any time and banish the thing, I decided to see what it intended to do. I focused on relaxing my whole body as much as possible, concentrating on keeping myself from clenching, letting my throat, pussy, and ass remain as welcomingly open as I could.

I expected what happened next, but that didn't make it any less intense.

The slimy appendage in my mouth made the first move. It slithered past my tonsils, and I felt a bulge appear in my neck as it made its way lower. Soon I felt the tip tickling a bit behind my ribs; it was almost in my stomach! My jaw ached, my mouth open wide as my guest explored deeper into me than any before.

I was totally unable to articulate now, but my eyes bulged in surprise as the tentacle up my butt suddenly rammed itself deeper as well. It slid in effortlessly, the ridiculously smooth coating letting in glide through my sphincter, even as I stretched wider and wider around it. It hurt, but in a good way. I knew my ass would be crazy sore later, but in the moment, it sure seemed worth it.

The tendril turned a corner, following the twisting path of my lower intestine. It could only go so far before its own width simply didn't allow any more in, so it set to work essentially fucking the whole lower part of my digestive system.

Something unexpected happened with the third. My vaginal cavity was already full to bursting with the slippery purple protrusion, but I felt it press against my cervix anyway. Only an inch or two at the very end of the tentacle was narrow enough to slip through the tiny opening, but slip it did, writhing around and feeling up the inner walls of my womb, stimulating pleasure centers I never knew I had.

My third orgasm hit, far stronger than the first two, yet completely silent, save for the shallow breaths being sucked in through my nostrils, and the sound of copious sexual fluids hitting the wood floor as they escaped from me with each frantic wink of my engorged clit. Spots appeared in front of my vision as I shivered, stunned half-senseless by my own burst of pleasure.

In that moment, I was no more than a sack of flesh, a sleeve for this welcome invader to fill. Had I been an earth pony or pegasus, I would've been completely powerless to make it stop its assault on all my orifices. Fortunately, I had my magic, and since I could tell I was reaching my physical limit, I could tell it was almost time to use it.

But one more quick orgasm couldn't hurt, right?

I heard a gurgling sound, and the pounding of the tentacles slowed slightly. The cool, smooth flesh shivered and squirmed inside me.

It's getting ready to cum.

"Cumming" might not have been the right word for what these things did. After all, I wasn't sure if the appendages inside me were actually sexual organs or not. Whatever the case, the act usually resulted in a cold, smooth, and often surprisingly refreshing liquid, almost like milk, being pumped out of the tips. It wasn't as pleasurable as the actual fucking was, so sometimes I ended the act before the abomination could deliver its load.

This one had been so good to me, though. The least I could do was let it finish too.

The gurgling grew louder as I watched a bulge make its way through the tendrils, bracing myself to have the usual delivery made to the deepest parts of me.

And that's where something went wrong.

Remember how I said I've played with a lot of these tentacled beasts, and how each one had a few things that were unique about it? This one, it turned out, had another unique trait.

I could tell something was amiss the moment the first spurt was pumped into all my holes. Mainly because it was so heavy. This wasn't a stream of smooth-flowing liquid at all; it felt like the tentacles had deposited a few pints of wet cement into me.

By the time I even understood what was happening, the second deposit was already happening. I flailed, eyes wide, as I felt more of the strange weight quickly filling me.

Using magic, I instinctively yanked the tentacle in my throat out, gagging myself in the process. Unfortunately, it made another drop-off in my mouth and the back of my throat as I did so.

Definitely not liquid. The closest approximation I can think of is tapioca pudding. A sticky substance, full of tiny, squishy round gobs. I tried to cough so I could clear the airway, but the gunk was too viscous; it wouldn't budge.

So, in my panic, I shut off the summoning spell completely. All at once. This gave the creature no opportunity to retreat into its lair. With a wet squelch, all the tentacles were instantly severed as the portal between dimensions ceased to exist, and I fell to the floor with a dull thud, two of the appendages still buried very deeply in my lower holes.

There was no time to pay any attention to that though. I levitated the glass of water from my bedside table over and urgently chugged it. Mercifully, this softened the pudding-like goop in my throat enough that I could swallow it and take a deep, gasping breath. i slumped to the floor and rolled onto my back, panting hard.

"What the fuck was that?"

My voice came out in a rasp. Not surprising, since something had been ramming itself down my throat for the last half-hour. With a flash of magic, I slowly pulled the two lifeless tentacles out of my pussy and ass, a brief spasm of pleasure still managing to make its way through me as they slid out. Behind them came a pile of grey-purple glop, full of little clear balls of some jellylike substance.

I slowly caught my breath, and with effort, staggered to my hooves. Another gob of the foreign substance fell from my pussy as I did so.

I felt like I'd just eaten a Hearth's Warming dinner for six in a single sitting. Glancing in the mirror, I noticed my stomach was a bit bloated; not ridiculously so, but enough that I knew I'd be in for a hell of a time digesting that slop that was sitting in my stomach, to say nothing of the piles more resting in my colon and womb. The tentacles hadn't held back with delivering their gummy load; although each one had ejaculated into me only three times before I ended the act, I estimated they'd put almost a gallon of vile greyish gunk inside me in total.

"Note to self," I muttered angrily under my breath as I opened another tiny portal and shoveled the dead remains of the beasts tendrils back into the abyss, "in the future, don't let the purple one cum."

I took a few sluggish steps. Certain organs that weren't used to being very full of thick, chunky monster goop protested to my movement, and my stomach gurgled loudly in protest. I glanced at the clock, and realized I was supposed to meet Pitter-pat in about 15 minutes.

Can I still go out?

I took two more steps, and the load weighing me down shifted. A tremendous, unladylike belch forced its way out, bringing up the taste of the monster's strangely sweet fluid coating. I felt nauseous and lethargic.

Fuck it. I'll apologize to Pitter-pat later. Time to take a nap while my body works through all that gunk.

I teetered over and collapsed into bed. Utterly exhausted from the brutal fucking and multiple orgasms, and relieved to just lie still and focus on digesting its unexpected load, I almost immediately drifted off to sleep.