“Aaaarggh, I will never get this spell right! Why does magic have to be so hard?” whined Trixie to no one in particular. “I have been trying this for ten hours now and I cannot get it right.”
“Maybe if you took a-“
“Shut up snails.”
“Uh, sorry Trixie, I’ll go now.”
“Good, for I, the great and powerful Trixie, do not want to see you here for the rest of the day.” Trixie huffed a big sigh, hating the acrid stench of her test subject. “And lock up on your way out,” muttered Trixie.
“Yes,Trixie.”
She had been working hard all day to get a new spell working and was completely exhausted because of. It was well into the night and perhaps Snails was right, she needed to go to sleep soon. But, ever since Twilight ran her out of town, Trixie had cooking her revenge. She had read about a spell of resurrection that she had wanted to use, although Trixie was unsure if it would work. But, she was desperate.
It had been months since the Ursa Minor had attacked Ponyville. Recently, however, Trixie found a dead octopus in the creek near the caravan park she was living in and instantly hatched a plan. Bringing it back to her trailer, she started work on it and was attempting to use it as a trap for her arch nemesis.
“Oh look here Mr Tentacles. I’ve had enough of your insolence! I’ll give you one last shot and then we’ll see who wins today, alright?” No answer came from the limp mollusk. “Good.”
Trixie stood back and reared herself up, charging her horn. She instantly unleashed all the energy at her disposal into the dead octopus.
Nothing
Devastated, the blue unicorn began to walk away with water in her eyes when she heard a rumbling noise. Looking back in shock, Trixie noticed the unmistakable movement of the dead creature on here table. It flopped a tentacle, then two.
“SUCCESS!” Trixie shouted. “Once again, I am victorious!” Her subject began to shake and rumble on the table unnaturally. Trixie got excited, running over ecstatic, closely studying every movement of the creature in front of her. The dead thing began to breath, or something, as it grew in stature. The slimy creature filled with some etherall substance and grew, and grew, twice it’s original size.
Trixie stopped trotting in place and started to worry, for it was enlarging at an abnormal rate, growing much more than it should have. This wasn’t right at all. It was almost the size of her caravan when it stopped moving. Trixie backed away from the horrible smelling thing, creating a weak barrier between it and she.
Silence filled the room. “Sweet Celestial what was tha-“
An eye opened, staring at Trixie … “I am the great demon Gregory,” it bellowed. “You have summoned me?”
“… Gregory?
“GREEEEEGOOORAYYYYYY”
In a flash, tentacles flew forth from the demon towards the young magician. She could have protected herself with a simple spell or a blast of magic to stun Gregory and escape, but the poor girl had been working all day and had no magic left in her. All Trixie could do was run. But even still there was nowhere she could go, being locked fast inside. There was nothing she could do.
Trixie tried to dodge the flailing limbs but Gregory was too fast, too strong. Slimy members grappled her legs and head, restraining her from movement, causing her to wriggle around in this death grip Trixie gave up. She was too exhausted to think, let alone fight of a beast like that.
”Good, goooood,” Gregory groaned. “I can feel your life force giving up. Your energy depleting by the second. Let this happen. Let me take control of you.”
Trixie started to cry as a slimy arm slithered away from her neck down her belly towards the pony’s legs. Sliding back and forth, the tentacle made her crotch soppy wet. Moving now to her nether region it began to caress the lips of the blue pony’s genitals. Slowly at first, but gaining speed, moving, touching and occasionally pinching. Another limb started to join in, moving from her head sliding down her back, rubbing against Trixie’s vagina from behind, then inserting itself in with force.
“NOOOO, no no stop. Plea-”CRACK! Gregory slapped her face, almost breaking her cheek bone. Trixie cried more. Gregory thrusted smoothly, savouring the movements the tentacles kept making, sliding in and out.
Gregory’s one eye started to close seemingly out of pleasure. Trixie saw this as an opportunity. Dealing with the horror and pain of her situation, she used every ounce of strength and hit the beast with all the magic she could muster. A lighting blue bolt fried Gregory’s eye, spilling a sickening odor into the tight space. Keeping concentration was almost impossible, but Trixie had no choice. “DOES YOUR MOTHER SOW?”
Everything stopped.
“What?”
“GET HER TO STITCH THIS!” Gregory’s eye now exposed endured the full enchanted blast of a fireball conjured up by Trixie, singing his eye with more flames. His grip loosened and Trixie took the chance. She bit his tentacle, and Gregory finally released her. Trixie hit the ground hard. She had to get up quick and sprint, this was her only chance.
But she couldn’t. Trixie wanted to with every ounce of strength left, but that was the problem: she had none. That fireball had exhausted all of the energy she had left. Trixie sucked disgusting air and tried to crawl to the door, reaching up desperately to grasp it. That’s when Gregory grabbed her.
The tentacle dragged her back across the floor by the leg at speed, lifting her up and tossing her right through the wall, smashing outside onto the grounds out the front of another caravan.
Several commuting ponies stopped in their tracks at the violence. A blue mare dropped her bags and galloped up.“What in the name of Celesti-By Luna’s mane are you ok!?”
“Run” whispered Trixie
Gregory crawled out of the hole in the wall and began moving towards them. “You, red haired one. Leave, I just need her.”
“Flim, WE NEED TO GO” the accused shouted.
“Why what’s going on … you got if Flam, lets high tail it out of here!”
Everyone started to panic and flee from the camp. Everyone but Trixie, she had broken her leg when she hit the ground. Trixie couldn’t walk anymore.
“Now then where was I?”
His tentacles started to slither towards her again, now less gentle the before. Grabbing her limbs, he lifted her into the air again and brought her to his eye, studying her he paused for a minute, turning her and inspecting every part of the poor pony. Trixie heard laughter as he stopped inspecting her like a collector’s doll..
“Good, you are weak. There is no life left in you. This will be fun.”
Trixie started to cry again. Hopeless, she let the tentacles slither towards her crotch. The tentacle forced its way in, ramming her vagina harder and stronger when it was inside. The penetration was incredibly painful. He was slamming his member against her cervix now as more limbs joined in.
One started to move around her lips, playing with them before it entered her mouth. Trixie gagged, she couldn’t breathe and the tears had made her face wet and slobbery. He let it sit in her mouth for a bit before ramming it down her throat. Trusting back and forth filling every inch of her throat with himself. Gregory did pull it out, however, to let her catch her breath. He didn’t want her to die, not yet.
Three more arms reached towards the pony ass as two others rubbed up against her cheeks. They spread her ass for the other tentacles, allowing a clear path to her anus. He was relentless, no longer taking his time but pumping and pounding away at the poor girl. Gregory slammed her on the ground chest first, ripping at her flesh Gregory thrust faster, rupturing her anus as he pushed so far in that she could feel it in her colon. The demon shoved his thick tentacle back down her throat further and faster than before. She could feel her mouth start to split. Her virgina was also starting to tear as well as he broke through and was now slamming into her womb. Every hole Trixie had was being filled and destroyed with slimy, sticky tentacles.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
The last thing Trixie saw before she blacked out was the one red eye staring deep into her soul.
