Inside Me

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I stirred slightly. Who's making all that racket?

Bam! Bam! Bam!

"Rosette? Are you home? Are you okay?"

I slowly opened one eye. The voice clearly belonged to Pitter-pat. She sounded frantic.

"Rosette? Please answer me!"

"I'm here," I croaked, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Cool it. I'll be there in a minute."

I glanced at the clock, and blinked in surprise. My 'little nap' had continued for five hours. No wonder Pitter-pat seemed concerned.

I slid to the edge of the bed and started to stand. A deep, drawn-out gurgle sounded from in my guts, reminding me of why I'd decided to nap in the first place. I glanced at the sheets behind me, and was surprised to see they were still pristine; I expected at least a little of that faintly purple muck would've slowly oozed out of my pussy or ass while I was asleep. That stuff must've been seriously sticky if it hadn't budged at all.

I sighed. No matter, my body would process what it could, and the rest would eventually dry out and come loose at that point. At least I didn't feel seriously nauseated anymore, though I definitely still felt a bit bloated.

I plodded to the door and pulled it open. Pitter-pat stood on the other side, chewing her lip. "There you are," she said, relieved. "You didn't show up for lunch like we planned. I waited a while, but you never showed, and I started to get worried maybe something bad happened with the... um..."

"The tentacles?" I asked flatly. "They were great, actually. Unfortunately they filled me with this... lumpy pudding crap when they came. I was feeling gross so just went to bed. Sorry to worry you."

Pitter pouted. "See, Rosette?" she asked, all huffy. "I told you it was dangerous to fool around with those things! You never know what they might do to you!"

I rolled my eyes. "I got fed an unwanted meal. I'd hardly classify that as dangerous," I argued. "I had a couple of awesome orgasms with those things in me. I just gotta make sure I stop them before they cum from now on."

Pitter looked defeated. "You're still gonna let those... those nightmares fuck you?" she asked, shaking her head.

"They're not nightmares," I grumbled. "They're just some kinda extradimensional creatures that happen to be really good at pleasuring a mare. Just drop it, okay? I'm perfectly fine. Let's go out and do something to get your mind off it. Maybe a visit to the market?"

Pitter-pat considered it. "...Fine," she said finally. "As long as you're feeling okay."

I felt fine, save for the slight bloating. More of an annoyance than a problem. I nodded. "I'm good."

Satisfied for now, Pitter-pat led the way. I took a step or two to follow, but then I paused.

There was a very strange feeling somewhere inside me. It lasted only a second, so brief I couldn't really tell where exactly it was. But almost felt like something moved in there, sending a tingle through my body.

Must've been a pile of that pasty glop un-sticking from the upper surface of my womb or something like that. I couldn't think of anything else it could've been.

Pitter glanced over her shoulder. "Um, Rosette?"

I shrugged off the brief sensation. "Coming, Pitter!"

The sun was starting to set, but the market would be open for another hour or so. Pitter wanted to pick up some ingredients for a cake, and I, honestly, just wanted some fresh air.

I was starting to get used to the feeling of the weight bogging down my insides. I'd never carried a foal, but I figured it was at least something like this. I knew it would be a few days until I felt normal again, but carrying it around was bearable.

Every now and then, the stupid gunk would shift when I moved my body. It almost felt like something was squirming in there, which was, of course, impossible. It was just how my body was interpreting the sensation of goop peeling off my inner walls, only to end up sticking somewhere else.

Every now and then, one of those shifts would happen in the deepest part of my pussy, or in my womb. Those ones sent tiny, unexpected tingles of pleasure through me when they happened. I kept my tail low as we wandered the market; the little pleasant jolts made my clit wink once or twice, and I didn't want any of the limp-dicked stallions around to get the idea that I was interested.

Just ignore it, Rosette, I silently told myself. It's just an inconvenience. It'll pass.

A tapped a forehoof impatiently as Pitter-pat painstakingly sorted through a large carton of eggs, in search of the perfect ones to purchase. I wished she would hurry up; I was looking forward to relaxing at her place and enjoying the sweet smell of chocolate cake while she did her baking. Maybe I'd catch up on a mystery novel or do some-

Oh. Oh boy. Oh boy, that didn't feel right.

A wave of queasiness washed over me all at once. My head spun and my stomach turned. Making sure Pitter was still distracted, I half-ran, half-stumbled into a narrow alleyway next to the marketplace. Spotting an open trash can next to a rusty fire escape, I reared up on my hind hooves and hung my head over the contents, heaving.

An upset stomach was, unfortunately, pretty expected, given my situation. It was actually kind of a relief; I hoped this meant I was about to bring up a sizeable helping of that greyish sludge, freeing up some room in my gut. I coughed, gagged, and felt the contents of my stomach travel up my throat.

But it wasn't the tapioca goop that I spat up. It wasn't even the remnants of breakfast. I retched up a mouthful of oily, syrupy liquid. As it filled my mouth, the taste was immediately familiar on my tongue.

It's so sweet.

My muzzle hung open as I coughed up the liquid. It was mostly clear, with just the faintest purple tinge. Before I could stop to think about it, my stomach churned, and another, bigger mouthful was quickly expelled into the trash, coating the old refuse with a glittering, slippery sheen.

I stood there, panting, trying to make sense of it. Clear, sweet slime... that wasn't what the monster pumped into me... that was the lubricant on its many appendages. Sure, a small amount would've ended up inside me by nature of the tentacles probing my stomach and intestine, but it was just a coating. There's no way there would've been mouthfuls of it. Could it be a by-product of the digestion of the thick greyish gunk?

I wiped the smear of oily fluid off my snout. Maybe it was gonna be a rougher night than I thought.

"Rosette! Where did you go?"

I quickly trotted out of the alley. Pitter spotted me and tilted her head.

"Hey," I said as I made my way over. "Uh, I'm still feeling a little sick actually. I think I'm gonna take a rain check on tonight. We can hang out tomorrow. I'll be over this little bug by then."

Pitter-pat frowned. "Well... alright, but contact me if you need anything," she urged. "I wanna make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine," I said confidently. "Like I said before, my stomach's got a lot of work to do. Maybe a little more than I originally thought. Give me a day and I'll be good."

Pitter nodded. "Okay. Get some rest, Rosette."

I gave her a small smile and headed home. The sun was just setting now, but despite my nap earlier, I was ready to turn in.

I didn't know it at the time, but it was not going to be a restful night.

Have you ever been woken up by an orgasm before? I hadn't. Not until today.

All my physical sensations kicked in before my mind did. I moaned in ecstasy, convulsing in my bed and squirting everywhere. I didn't know where I was or what was happening; my consciousness had only just turned on upon registering that I was cumming my brains out.

It was an intense orgasm, too. My pussy contracted tightly, eagerly displaying my clit again and again with its rhythm. On instinct, my hoof flew to the peeking nub, rubbing it to ride out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Only when I finally fell limp did my mind decide to start turning on functions like thought and reasoning.

Where am I? In my bed. Am I having sex? No, there's nopony else here. What time is it? About three in the morning, apparenty.

So what the fuck just happened?

Like I said before, it took a lot to make me cum. More than the average stallion could provide. The thought of having a spontaneous orgasm from my pussy rubbing against the bed or something was absurd. It felt incredible... but what caused it?

A familiar, sweet smell hung in the air. I sat up and turned on the lamp, staring at my sheets. I'd squirted hard when the orgasm hit, but the liquid that coated the sheets, based on the smell and texture, was a mixture of sharp, pungent mare juice and sweet, pale-purple lubricant.

I slowly reached down and touched myself. A tiny trickle of sweet slime was oozing from my puckered ass as well. The stuff was everywhere! It occurred to me that I could also taste it, meaning I'd probably been burping it up overnight.

Where is it all coming from? And more importantly, what had made me cum?

The sheets were beyond help. They'd have to be laundered, but what was the point in changing them now? More lubricating fluid would probably be leaking out of me for the rest of the night anyway. Still confused, I turned off the lamp and slowly laid back down, ignoring the squish of the sodden bed sheets against my coat.

"Whatever," I said into the darkness. "As soon as this runs its course everything will be back to... ah!"

An indescribable jolt came from somewhere within me. Various muscles clenched in response, and I felt more slime dribble from both of my lower orifices. I used my magic to light the lamp again and stared down at my belly.

Something was moving. I saw a small bulge rise in the base of my gut, long and low like a whale breaching the surface of the sea, before sinking back down again. It was slow and sluggish, but unmistakable. This was no shifting of the heavy greyish gunk, or roiling of my stomach as I tried to digest.

There was something alive inside me.

I got out of bed and grabbed my saddlebag. I knew Pitter-pat would give me shit for acting so unconcerned, but I'd worry about that later; I had to nip this in the bud now. Pony medicine had plenty of solutions for infections and even parasites; all I had to do was get a nice, strong prescription and whatever unwanted guest was squatting in my guts would be dead in a day.

I made it exactly two steps when the pleasure started.

I felt a sudden, excited wriggling in my womb. Something narrow and slick that was inside slipped through the tiny opening of my cervix, into the deeper part of my vagina. And then it slid back in, and back out.

My knees went weak and I leaned a hoof on the wall for support, panting. It had barely started, and I already felt close to cumming! I assumed the constant wriggling of whatever was in there was making everything more sensitive than normal. The rhythmic sliding grew faster, and in spite of myself, I couldn't help but moan slightly. This felt almost like... almost like when the tentacles I summoned were fucking me, but the tentacle doing the fucking was on the inside.

Eggs! I realized.

It all made sense. The little gelatinous spheres suspended in the sticky goo, they were eggs! When the monstrosity came in me, it dumped a huge load of fertile eggs into three different body cavities, and now those eggs were hatching.

The feeling was too much. I moaned, long and loud, as an unavoidable orgasm burst from me, spraying my sexual fluids and more clear, smooth lubricant across the floor. My hind legs shook as I struggled to stay standing.

"F-fine..." I managed, gritting my teeth, angry at the wriggling intruders. "Have your fun. You won't be in there for long."

With a humph, I clenched my inner muscles, keeping the little wrigglers from sliding around as much. Muttering to myself, I headed for the emergency room.

"So," Dr. Withers said boredly, looking at my chart, "you have worms?"

"Tentacles, actually," I corrected, wishing he would get on with it.

The doc gave me a flat look. "Right. Worms," he said.

I snarled at him. "Worms are something you get from eating infested food," I reminded him icily. "These got in there courtesy of a magical creature."

"Look," Dr. Withers said, scribbling in his chart. "You're telling me you have narrow, flexible parasites, and discharge from the affected orifices. I don't care what they are. For the purpose of treatment, they're worms."

"Fine," I said, throwing my forehooves in the air, and immediately biting back a squeak of shock as a tentacle stirred at the motion and slid along the lining of my intestines. "Will the treatment for worms do the trick?"

"Should kill just about any parasite," the doctor mumbled, giving me a prescription for some pills. "Take two of these three times a day and that should clear right up."

I snatched up the prescription and hurried out, glad that I'd been able to keep myself from leaking for a short while. Pills in hoof, I quickly made my way home. Or at least, I tried to.

I suppose I'm grateful it was barely sunrise and nopony was out in public yet. My stomach- and this time, it was actually my stomach- gave a lurch, and I felt tentacles begin to writhe around inside me. I broke into a jog, trying to get home before they got any more feisty, but it was fruitless. I belched and hiccuped, spitting up mouthfuls of syrupy lube, and could feel my legs weakening as alien sensations started to dominate my attention. Still blocks from home, I did the only thing I could think of, and fell into some thick bushes where at least I'd be hidden from onlookers until the episode was over.

Seconds later, I felt it. A tentacle slithering up my throat from somewhere below. I gagged when it passed my tonsils, before finally slipping out between my lips. The purple tip swiveled like a periscope in the early morning air.

I grabbed the tip in my magic and yanked, but I might as well have been trying to pull out my own tongue. Whatever was anchoring the other end of this thing to my stomach did not intend to let go.

I don't know if it sent a distress signal to the others in there or what, but the next thing I knew, tentacles started roiling in my guts, causing a mind-bending combination of pleasure and discomfort. I sucked the tentacle tip sticking out of my mouth back in like a piece of spaghetti, and glanced down at my stomach. The phenomenon was clearly visible from the outside now; the profiles of multiple tentacles made bulges in the skin, a twisting, swirling mass of parasites just below my peach colored fur.

A strong movement in my rectum made me jerk. I felt a lot of pressure, so much that it was quickly becoming painful. I pushed to try to void my bowels, pushing out what had to be at least a pint of clear-purple lube, soaking into the soil under me. Behind it came a tentacle, definitely bigger than the one still feeling its way around my mouth. Upon touching the air, it started up a rhythmic pumping, making me suck in air around the throat tentacle in surprise.

It was fucking my ass, just like the one I had summoned the day before, only this time, I could do nothing to stop it. These tendrils weren't reaching into me from some murky abyss; their lair was my own body.

I lay there, panting. The smooth lube made it easy to endure; this tentacle wasn't as big as the one I'd willingly taken yesterday, so I found I had to simply lay there, holding the ever-changing mass in my stomach, while it slid through my sphincter again and again.

This time, I was in the same situation a pegasus or earth pony would've been in with summoned tentacles. Utterly helpless, I couldn't take the invaders calmed down, and I had no way to make them stop. I wasn't in control; I wasn't a simulated fuck toy this time. I really was their plaything.

A thought occurred to me. A terrible, nasty, fucked up thought.

Since I can't stop it... maybe I should just enjoy it?

Don't get me wrong. I wanted the monsters out of my body as soon as possible, but there was no way to make that happen right this second. And honestly, what they were doing did feel pretty good.

Maybe being a tentacle fucktoy for a few minutes isn't the worst fate...

I opened my mouth a bit. The tentacle within shot out and started the same motion as its brother in my butt. I took careful, controlled breaths through my nose while it slid up and down my whole throat.

Hesitantly, my hoof drifted toward my pussy. I discovered my vulva was soaking and engorged. With a little moan, I started rubbing.

Sensing activity, the tentacles in my womb joined the party. Seconds later, a bright purple tip slid out between my pussy lips, surprising me. How had it managed to reach the outside without causing me serious pain? Maybe these things were dilating my cervix, letting them slip through.

I lay there in the bushes while the sun came up, twitching and panting as my gut coursed with bumps and bulges, showing off the tangle of tendrils inside me. My pussy had become unbelievably sensitive after leaking clear goo and being felt up from the inside all day. I caught myself bucking my hips in time with the tentacle's fucking, winking again and again as I rode out orgasm after orgasm.

Morning travelers started to pass by outside, oblivious to my hiding spot. I focused on keeping my moans at bay. I even bit down on the tentacle in my mouth a few times as marecum and lubricant sprayed from my tender twat.

I lost track of time, but judging by the angle of the sun, I think more than an hour passed before the invaders finally calmed down and retreated back into my holes, nestling themselves deeper in my body. I lay there, belly bulging, coated in sweat and slime.

And I realized I'd had a really fucking good time.

"See, Pitter?" I whispered to nopony. "Fucking tentacles is a ton of fun. I wish they were outside my body, but..."

Feeling exhausted, but more sexually satisfied than I had in a while, I clambered out of the bushes and fled to the privacy of my home. Downing the anti-parasite pills as instructed, I proceeded to flop down on what I realized were still-soiled sheets. Considering my lower body was soaked in my own fluids and slippery goo, I supposed it was just as well. My pussy, ass, and throat all aching but feeling pleasantly used, I took a much deserved rest while I waited for the medication to start to work.

But inside me, the situation was only just beginning.