Required Reading

Essence sat on the couch, eating a bowl of chopped carrots and frozen peas. The freshness of the carrots and the cold crunch of the peas made for a delicious lunch snack while watching some cartoons. Foal Force was on too, and she was actually able to watch a full episode of it this time and see them put away the baddy for good.

She was able to get away with these feats after her mom left to go shopping; there was no way she’d be able to eat on the couch normally, and especially not while watching the cartoon channel. But being alone meant it was a great time to relax and enjoy the simple things around the house today.

The morning had seemed normal, all things considered after yesterday. Her mother was cooking breakfast for her after Essence finished some of the morning chores, and then they sat at the dinner table eating like nothing had happened. Mom even asked about how her reading was going and seemed so surprised to hear that she was already done three whole chapters!

It was nice hearing the praise, but it was also good that she didn’t go into too many questions. Even if her mother caught her wet-hoofed on the kitchen floor yesterday, it wasn’t really something she wanted to go into more details about… even if it was one of the best times she finished so far.

Her bowl had a few more scraps in it that she gobbled up, and the show was starting to play the credits. She idly flicked through a few channels but quickly gave up. She stretched her legs before turning off the TV to find something else to do.

She stared into space, while she thought of her next moves. Maybe trains or colouring? Head outside and go see if one of her friends were home? No, she couldn’t do that if Mom was gone. She said that Essence needed to stay at home and that she would return in a few hours; longer than normal, resulting in a lot of free alone time on her hooves.

She kicked her hindlegs around on the couch as her mind wandered to the evening; like it had been doing more often over the last few days. The idea of the next chapter started to entice her again, wondering what different ideas the book had in store for her today. Her thighs closed tight as she felt that now familiar tingle growing between her legs, one that she could sate at any time.

With anticipation building, she hopped off of the couch and headed up the stairs; with Mom gone shopping and not due to be back until much later, it was a perfect time to get some reading done. Plus, it wouldn’t be as disastrous as having her horny clone and Mom around at the same time.

She made sure to close the door when she got into her room and went to grab the book from inside the nightstand. Her tail flicked as she picked it up, and plopped down on the floor to read. Every day the excitement always seemed to build just before she open the book up. Her body seemed to know what was she was about to do; the faint tingle she felt moments ago starting to grow.

“Ok… let’s see what you have for us today,”

Tentacles.

A staple for any book of this nature, for when she really wants to go all out and get rutted like she has never gotten rutted before. Essence couldn’t help but blush at that, figuring it was going to be one of the more intense chapters. However, she couldn’t help but think of those giant squids from the pirate movies. How exactly could those multi-limbed creatures make her climax?

She couldn’t really put the pieces together herself, but she was sure she was going to find out by the end of this all one way or another. The book did mention how grabby they are and how they would be getting into every nook and cranny they could. Essence just imagined how her clone yesterday had pressed her tongue inside of her; if it was doing that, she’d be more than happy about it. It continued mentioning how delightful they were, but as it started getting into more details about anatomy and natural habitats on wild ones, she started to gloss over the encyclopaedia type text of this foreign creature.

Although, there were quite a few different alterations she could do to the spell: a few whole pages worth. It mentioned everything from length and girth, to different types of tentacle tips, cum, and even eggs. She giggled, imagining summoning up some breakfast with this book. Some of the alterations she had an idea about they were for: extra wetness or lubrication, and vibrating. But even as she combed through the long list of options, she was almost relieved in a way to see the symbols get this whole things started.

Almost being a pro at this, she grabbed the symbols in her magic while reading through the instructions, before placing the spell right back onto the same pages like it asked. A light green circle started to glow and cover the whole page, swirling around like a lazy whirlpool. From the middle it looked like something was trying to poke through the green film, making tiny bumps at the center of the pages until it finally found an opening and came through.

“Hello there, little guy,” she said as she laid down on the floor, looking at the smooth green head of the tentacle poking out like a little worm. It kind of reminded her of that smooth cucumber she made earlier, except this one had a noticeable hole right on the end. Then her little guy wasn’t so little any more. It kept pushing through and started to get bigger, right until it was thicker than her horn. Then another started to wiggle through the portal, and another. More started slipping until she lost count.

The first one was almost as tall as her now. “H-hey there,” she said as she stood up and reached a hoof out to inspect it. It felt warm to the touch, and felt very gooey… like the whole thing was covered in a thick layer of wetness. She could start to see a noticeable bead of liquid coming out from the tip too. Maybe it was its way of getting wet like her? It made her hesitate on whether or not she wanted it on her fur, but all this crotch stuff seemed to make her a mess anyways. Plus there was always the option of a bath later.

The limb curled around her hoof. It wasn’t tight, but held on surprisingly well; even as she pulled back, its grip didn’t waiver in the slightest. “Whoa, you are grabby, just like the book sai- Ahh!” she yelped as it lurched her forward, enough that she was directly over the book.

“O-oh… ok, I guess you wanted me here?” she said with a little shiver in her voice. The butterflies were starting to come back, but they were feeling kind of different, like how she felt when her clone gave her those hungry eyes. The tendril didn’t let go of her hoof, even as it rolled around and curled up further, spreading its gooey substance all over her fur. She could feel it pulse, almost like a heartbeat under its skin. Was this thing just alive as her? It certainly felt like a real blooded creature and not a magical imitation, even from her very limited magical understanding.

A shiver went down her spine as she felt the slippery tendrils touching against her legs, caressing the inner parts of her limbs until they rubbed against her underbelly. Her heart thudded in her chest as they touched against her inner thighs and worked their way up. She could just barely notice that her tail was instinctively starting to rise and the tingle inside her was growing the further up they went. She gulped, knowing exactly where they wanted to go.

“M-my… y-you sure are friendly,” she nervously chuckled. “And, I don’t even have to ask you to do anything.” Playful as her clone was, they at least had a conversation before getting down to business. The mystery of exactly what they were going to do next was as exciting as it was intimidating, especially as she felt like she wasn’t going anywhere when the other tendrils started wrapping around her other hooves.

Her belly twitched as they touched against her teats, curling around the hardening nipples and softly rubbing into them. But that was just an appetiser for the main course that was stroking between the curves of her flanks. They didn’t touch her directly down there, but were so close they tickled as they grazed along her thin genital fur.

“Mmm~” she softly let out as the tips traced her mound. “Y-yes… r-right there,” she said, remembering some of the words Mom used yesterday. It was mostly for herself at this point, since this thing didn’t speak, and she wasn’t sure if even understood her yet.

More of these wet ropes started to tie her in other places, wrapping around the top and bottom of her barrel and taking her forehooves with them. She lost balance and went stumbling forward, but the tentacles didn’t let her go far. Her head was just a little lower and her tail stuck up high. She tried to wiggle her forelegs, but they were strapped tight into her chest.

The only thing she really could move was her tail, and that was only fanning the flames over her burning fillyhood. Almost mercifully the tease seemed to be over as a tendril started to rub along her slit. It wasn’t as wide as a hoof rubbing, nor as directed as a tongue, but it was somewhere in between. She felt her muscles twitch and her clitoris flash out.

Her face turned red in an instant, but she turned back to look and give a nervous smile. “D-do you… like when I w-wink like that?” Her clone said it well, so maybe she could too? She wasn’t sure if it knew what she meant, but with the tip of it suddenly moving to rub against that spot, it could have been possible. Her whole rear shook and her legs tried to close, but they didn’t make it very far before being stopped in their tracks… and spread wider.

She gave a nervous whimper, as her legs spread out wide, really wide, like Essence trying to practice the splits in her room wide. It was a good thing she had actually been practicing them, or else it would have been very uncomfortable.

The book had been right, this was getting into every nook and cranny. She could feel them sliding between every part of her nether lips, rubbing and gently pulling on them as they did so. It felt like a whole bunch of clones on her fillyhood, each just exploring in their own way along her backside, getting a taste of her delicious flavour like a refreshing oasis.

It did feel like there was enough to drink back there. Her backside felt absolutely soaked; she didn’t know if she was making all of it or if it was the gooey tendrils mixing in their own slippery coating. It might have been the latter, but she could also feel the wetness deep into her belly.

Essence let out a soft sigh as she focused on the ministrations on her crotch. They were gentle but firm, and it wouldn’t take long before they were going to get her to the climax. But her eyes started to widen as she felt something different happening.

It reminded her of her clone’s tongue, feeling into her slit and wiggling around inside her. She expected it to do that – hoping for it actually – but it started to go in a bit more than a tongue, reaching places that had been untouched up until now, spreading her tunnel open in a way that she hadn’t felt before.

She felt it deep in her tummy as it worked its way in, and a moment of realization hit her as she stared at one of the tendrils. After her impromptu anatomy lesson yesterday she noticed her hole went in much further than she, or her clone, could reach. The tentacles were like a tongue, yes, but they didn’t have anything like a muzzle to stop them.

Her belly tensed up as soon as she realized there was a lot more going to slide inside her. Her tunnel stretching for the first time and clamped down tight around the explorer; there was no indication it was stopping. “O-ohhh~” she whined out, wondering just how far down the rabbit hole this was going to go… or foal hole in this case.

Her legs squeezed against their restraints as she felt it scratching the deepest tingles she had. It felt so foreign, yet completely natural to be filled up like this. Her hips rocked a little as she felt it bump up against something else inside of her. Was that as far as it could go? How much of it was inside her? She didn’t know, but it felt pretty far in, like it was wearing her like a puppet and could get her lips to move if it wiggled the right away.

“A-ahhhh~”

It started to retreat, letting her tunnel relax for just a moment as it pulled back. However, it didn’t go far, maybe halfway before it pressed right back in.

“O-oh~… ok…” she panted out. “T-this is new.”

Her whole body bobbed in the air as it moved. One of her hindlegs automatically tried to balance on the ground but it only caught air. She glanced down, only now noticing that she was completely off the ground; wrapped up or prodded by every single tentacle that came from that book.

It felt similar to rubbing herself on the outside, but unique in its own way. There was more to it. She felt fuller. Awakening new sensations in a place she hadn’t truly felt until today. The book mentioned rutted.

She was getting rutted.

Something in her mind just felt like that was ok, and she purred out in delight. “Mmmm~ y-you’re rutting me,” she said, trying out the word on her tongue and giggling as she said it louder. “You’re rutting me!” Mom wasn’t home so it wasn’t like she had to be all that quiet.

“Haaaa~ Haaaa~ Haaa~” she panted with her mouth wide open, reveling in the wet squishing between her legs. “You’re rutt- mmghhgh!”

She didn’t even notice it until it was too late, but one of the tendrils slid into her open mouth. “Hmmm…” she let out disappointingly, hoping to call out to the world what was happening. But she let out another huff and guessed the tentacles didn’t want to listen! She expected it to pull out or maybe even just hang around, but it kept going in deeper.

Her eyes widened as she felt it slide down to her throat. She slurped hard as drool started to pool, mixed in with the gooey substance covering the creature. It tasted like thick water more than anything, with a subtle saltiness and a hint of something that reminded her of a fresh green forest. “Huugh~ Huugh~” she let out as her throat squeezed when she tried to swallow it.

She wondered if it was going to go down forever as she watched as more of it slide into her mouth, but right when it started to get uncomfortable to breathe it started to pull out, and thrust into her repeatedly like it was doing below. To her, it didn’t feel anywhere close to the sensations in her fillyhood, actually it was about as physically arousing as eating a banana; but added onto everything else that was happening, it felt like something more.

She was almost ready to sink in to the feelings around her and ride it out till the end, but another tendril was poking somewhere specific. It was like the tongue from yesterday when her clone ventured a little too far down, a wet kiss on the other hole just below her tail. With her clone, they both chuckled as it happened and moved on from there, but with this creature’s tip circling around her ring of muscles and giving a long wet kiss to the center, she knew it was going to go much further.

Even as her fillyhood was getting rutted enough that she could already feel something building within, this intrusion onto her rear was all she could focus on. She could feel the tip of it wiggling around, spreading more of its gooey substance outside and even a little inside when it dared to poke in ever so slightly. It played around for a few moments, but each time it was gaining more ground inside her and stretching that hole open.

She shifted her hips as much as she could. It was a similar sensation that she had felt before, but everything was in reverse this time. It kept going once it slid inside her. She tried to look back to see, but couldn’t with the tendril in her mouth holding her still. She could only feel as more and more of it slid in. It was hard to tell how much, but it was deeper than she ever thought possible, way more than what was in her fillyhood. It only was a few seconds, but it felt like forever until it stopped, only to pull back and start rutting her tailhole too.

This was too much and more than she’d ever imagined. There wasn’t really one thing to focus on, but just the entire culmination of everything. “Mmmm~! Mmmm~! Mmmmm~!” she squealed as they took her from all directions; making her moan, twitch, and squirm on autopilot. It was a good thing they had held her, else she would have been a ball of uncontrolled limbs as she writhed in this overwhelming pleasure.

How her body wasn’t a pile of goo was beyond her at this point as the building climax was going critical in mere moments. Her fillyhood was getting stuffed as it moved faster, and even took longer strokes down her tunnel; almost going fully outside before diving back in and bumping against her core. Her tailhole was even starting to feel incredible the more this went on; the tendrils moving deep inside her well lubricated hole. Even the tendril in her throat was adding to it, only letting her moan out and breathe when it pulled out; she didn’t know why it made her feel this way, but it was hard to put into words when being taken from every direction.

That tightness inside her felt so coiled up that she just screamed into the muffling tendril when it finally unraveled and sent her flying over the edge. Her front half curling up even if the tendrils tried to stop her. Her holes clenched around the intruders to where her already tight tunnels clamped down so hard that they slowed them down to a crawl.

Essence couldn’t hold anything back as it felt like her entire soul was reaching its peak. She cried out so loud her mother would have heard her from the market if her throat wasn’t stuffed. Her fillyhood finally released for just a moment, clenching tight before squirting out a hot gush of her own juices down upon the book below.

“Nggghhh~ Ngghhh~ Ngghh~” she panted and groaned out after the wildest ride of her life; limbs limply hanging in the tentacle’s grasp as she tried to get back to reality. Who was she? Was she even a pony anymore?

Luckily, the tentacles had slowed down to give her some respite and were almost pulsing in delight from the aftermath; the light green portal below was even pulsing too.

She finally started to blink like her entire brain had finally rebooted itself and she started to look around the room a little more freely. The tendrils in her backside were buried deep under her tail and still slowly moved as they throbbed.

She almost wondered why the creature wasn’t gone before she realized that it probably wouldn’t go until morning or until she dispelled it. Casually, trying to wiggle her hooves free from her chest to grab the book didn’t get anywhere. The tentacles twisted and moved a little, but it was nowhere enough to breakout.

The tentacles inside her started to calm and their pulsing ceased entirely, but to her dismay, she felt them spring back to life, almost like someone had flipped the rutting switch back to on. After that climax her fillyhood felt so sensitive it practically stung as it moved, she squeezed her eyes tight and started to struggle in earnest but they weren’t budging at all. Maybe if she was stronger like her Mom she’d be able to do it, but right now she was at the tentacle’s mercy. She couldn’t even grab onto anything now that she was a whole hoof further off the ground than she could reach!

Her breath was filled with a mixture of whines and moans as they all dipped into her over and over again, setting her sensitive fillyhood on fire, but also bringing that tightness in her belly back for a second time. She felt exhausted, but that creature was going to bring her there again whether she wanted it or not… and many more times after that.

Desperately she looked at the book below, lighting her horn up, trying to focus on her magic with what little concentration she had left.

“Mmmmm~!”

Her aura grabbed a page, trying to flip through the sides to find the right spot.

“Ngggh~!”

She squealed aloud, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment to gain some composure, while just barely holding onto her magic and the feeling of the page dangling from it. Her eyes widened as she saw the ending few symbols. Not all of them, but enough to tell she was on the right page.

“O-Ohhhhhhh~!”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried pulling the page open to see the rest, but it was stuck closed with the tentacles in the way. Her heart sank, but the tingly feeling inside forcibly rose. She tried to grab at the spell, but only felt half of it; she tried throwing it at the creature anyways but nothing happened.

“Ngh~! Ngh~! Ngh~!”

The sensations flooding her finally were too much and her horn faltered, letting the pages slip from her grasp. She was just on the edge and she could feel it, but determination set her horn alight once more. Desperately, she tried to remember what spell it was, and maybe cast it herself without the book, throwing it at the creature again and again until finally she couldn’t concentrate anymore; her second finish was here.

She squealed as the encore happened all over again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and beyond as the second wave sent her squirming. The dull stinging was still there, but the pleasure overshadowed it completely. Her belly clenching over and over again, squirting out a tired blast from her fillyhood that only added to the mess below.

But as tired as she was, she scrambled to focus again. The tendrils throbbed hard inside her and paused, giving her the break she so desperately needed. Her horn lit up again and grabbed at the pages. As soon as she saw the symbols she tugged it open and luckily the tentacles were relaxed enough that she could see the spell.

She grabbed at it and threw the spell at the creature as fast as she could before her horn gave out.

Like some giant pony was pulling on them from the other side, the tentacles quickly sunk back into the portal from wherever they came from. She gasped as soon as her throat was clear, finally getting a pure breath of air!

“Uhhhgh~!” she squeaked, as she felt the ones in her backside slip out so fast they made two wet popping sounds. Her hooves touched down on the ground, but she couldn’t keep them up and fell right onto her side. She panted hard as she closed her eyes, taking a break on the floor for as long as she needed.

She could feel herself back there, so sticky and slimy, and feeling so empty after being utterly stuffed. By the way her fillyhood and butt felt, they seemed to be parted and getting kissed by the open air. She could also feel a hot trail of wetness dripping down the side of her butt cheek and onto the floor. Good thing her mother was gone for now as it would have been real awkward for her to walk in, to see her daughter laid out like this.

Essence couldn’t help but giggle. Not moving a muscle as she laid there chuckling, she didn’t think she would have even cared to hide herself if she heard hoofsteps on the stairs right now.

No… all she wanted right now was to take a nap... or a bath…

She’s been taking a lot of baths this week.