The morning air was crisp, the sky was clear, and Rainbow Dash did not want to be out here.

Then again, most sane ponies wouldn't have wanted to be flying over the Everfree Forest. Dash had never really thought of herself as being like most ponies, sane or otherwise, though. Nah, she wasn't really afraid of the murky-looking trees below her.

Mostly irritated, really.

Grumbling under her breath, she instinctively pushed her left wing out a bit wider, and caught the edge of a thermal that sent her soaring up a good twelve yards. No sense in slacking, even if the move was a bit of an energy conserver. The hot sun felt good on her coat, and she drew her wings in for a moment to spin through the air. The wind rushing past her face - man,  it felt good. She bared her teeth to the world, felt the world rush past her -

Her agile wings flared out to either side, feathers stiffening against the wind currents. Darn it, she thought, pouting. Technically speaking, she wasn't really supposed to be having fun.

Supposed, schmosed, she half-grumbled...but then remembered why she was out here. To be honest, she would much rather be at home right now, tucked up nice and cozy in her homey little cloud palace with a mug of hot chocolate and the newest Daring Do. But when Fluttershy had flapped up to ask if she could help with a bit of a monster hunt with a beaming Twilight right alongside her, part of Dash just hadn't been able to resist those huge, wobbling eyes that 'Shy had offered her.

The other half of her had leapt at the idea of a proper monster hunt...only to fall over in pain a half-second later.

Trawling in Twilight's relentless pinpoint grids over the Everfree after six straight weeks of Wonderbolt training wasn't exactly Dash's idea of a good time. This was her first freakin' weekend off in what felt like forever, and she had not been planning on wasting it. More than a month of hard exertion and muscle toning had left her sore, fatigued, and twitchy - in more ways than one. Privately, Dash was thankful that Fluttershy had knocked exactly at seven-fifty-three A.M., around thirty seconds before Rainbow's hoof had been shoved right up her -

She coughed, pulled her wings in a little tighter. Welp. It definitely wouldn't help to think about that kinda thing right now. No, sir. No good teasing herself, especially when she was in just about the least helpful place for rubbing one out...especially when she was probably going to be here for a good few hours more.

As she drifted down to a lower thermal, though, something caught her eye: a dark, shifting blur of sinuous motion. She squinted, frowned...and that same something moved again, rustling its way through the underbrush.

Fluttershy had said this whole area was empty, though - that it had been ever since Mr. Bear had stumbled into her cottage, his eyes wide, his whole big body trembling. The sane part of Dash's mind shied back, but the Wonderbolt in her grinned. This wasn't some little woodland critter. That shadow was big.  Big and wiggly, from the looks of it.

Bingo.

She remembered something or other Twilight had muttered about "Blah blah blah safety in numbers blah blah report back, durr," but honestly, the thing might have heard her, or it could run off!  Then she'd have to start searching again.  Better to end it quick.

Her hooves touched down onto grass a moment later, the blustery breeze of her arrival rustling the bushes behind her folding wings. Sunk the landing.  As usual. Dash smirked, pulled her wings in tight, and strode forward confidently into the clearing. She'd seen the shadow hide in here. It couldn't have gotten away without her seeing; the hunt was almost over.

"Beat it up, then go home and nap," Dash muttered to herself. A little smirk touched her muzzle at the thought. "Just gotta get Fluttershy off my tail, and then we're home free, with me, my hoof, and a primo selection of up close memories of tight flight suits from behind."

Resisting the urge to hoof-pump, she instead turned to face the underbrush where she'd last spotted the shadow.

"Hey!" she called out. "I know you're in there. Why don't you c'mon out? Makes it easier on both of us."

The bush shuddered once, but abruptly fell still, as though something inside were trying very hard to keep quiet. Rainbow smirked, and took a step toward it. Gotcha.

"Wanna play it the hard way, huh?" she said, a little bit more loudly than she needed to. Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of several long, dark-green vines hanging around one of the older trees in the clearing, their stalks just barely failing to hide a darker, shadowed shape beneath. Her smirk widened, and she took another lazy step forward. "That's fine. I like it rough."

The shadow shied back another inch, drawing into the deepening forest. Rainbow almost felt like laughing. This was too easy; honestly, Twilight could have handled this.

At least, she thought so, right up until something brushed against her shoulder.

Eyes widening, she snapped around in sudden alertness - and found nothing. She glared hotly at the clearing behind her, scanning over every inch of grass and mud, and saw nothing more than another lousy downed vine. She grunted, scowled, and moved to turn back around with an impatient sigh.

"No funny business," she growled. "Just - whoa!"

A slender vine, as dark and mottled as all the others around it, had snaked its way out of the underbrush before her. At first glance, she would have sworn that the forest floor had been clear a second ago. At a second glance...was it moving?

"Dude!" she blurted. She leapt back - and felt a soft, smooth touch lighting upon her shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she jerked her vision downward to see the first "vine" curling rather intimately around her upper foreleg. "Hey, not on the first date!"  Yanking her weight back, she felt the thing's touch upon her slacken, loosening almost pathetically as she heaved from its grip. She was going to need to work on her solo banter, she realized.

It hit the ground with a dull thud. Dash coiled in on herself, breathing hard, eyes steely, and muscles tensed.

"So you're some kinda...vine monster," she muttered. Her eyes flicked over to the shadow in the brush; it still hadn't moved. "I can still kick your butt all the same."

One of the "vines" moved. It didn't move toward her, though - instead, it moved slowly, wriggling up into the air, with all of the grace and patience of a charmed snake. It stood there for a few seconds, gently undulating, making no move toward or away from her. The shadow, too, didn't budge. Instead, she felt herself being...watched, softly regarded by a soft, strange presence.

Dash's brow furrowed; she might be crap at charades, but even she could take a hint. "You...don't want to fight?" she said.

The vine - or, uh, tendril, she supposed, attached to the creature as it probably was - stilled for a moment, and then creased in the middle. It shook back and forth; it took her a moment to realize that it was trying to shake its "head" "no."

She frowned, glare turning into more of a stare. "But you're not running away."

A second tendril joined the first. Both shook their "heads" again.

Dash decided that there was something going on here that she wasn't totally getting. "Then," she said, only a little cluelessly, "what do you want?"

The tendrils paused...and then, almost sheepishly, a half-dozen others emerged from the underbrush around them. Dash's eyes widened with shock as she realized a little back up might have been useful.  Just in case.

She felt something slick slithering across her back. "Hey!" she spat. She jerked around to flick it off; the tendril recoiled abruptly, curling up with an odd little quiver on the forest floor as its phantom weight lingered on her taut flank. Rainbow's eyes widened as she suddenly felt other "vines" crawling up around her hooves, their touch...actually kind of gentle as they whispered sinuously up her hide, brushing against her fur and leaving her shivering -

"Cut it out!" she blurted.

The "vines" paused, froze. The cluster of tendrils in front of her hovered in the air, hesitantly, but respectfully - almost bowing. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath, and exhaled it out.

"Okay," she muttered. "This is getting a lil' bit too 'friendly', but - "

Something twitched to her side. Rainbow stopped midsentence, and blinked, narrowing her eyes. Slowly, scanning the space in front of her, she turned to face the twitch of motion beside her.

A long, thick tendril waved lazily, an almost obscene greeting in the air just inches away from her face.

Instantly, color flooded into her face. Rainbow felt her cheeks burning and had to swallow to keep her muzzle from quivering at the sight of it. This "vine" was a lot less floral - and a whole lot more fleshy. It was still the same dark, forest green as the rest...but the "tip," if it could even be called that, flared out into a familiar thick, cylindrical length of material that all but sang with a heavy, heady musk - a sadly too-unfamiliar of late musk, at that.

A few droplets of sweat beaded on Dash's forehead, her eyes widening once again. She licked her lips, and tried to ignore the blush in her cheeks, and to keep it from going any further. "What," she squeaked out, "is that?"

The tendril - or, tentacle, it seemed more apt to call it - waggled almost mischievously. A second later, it was joined by a rather similar neighbor. Dash almost felt dizzy - though she certainly, she realized with a growing sense of horror, was feeling fairly aroused. She couldn't help it. It wasn't her fault that the thing looked exactly like -

Like -

She gulped again. "O-okay," she mumbled, eyeing the twin "shafts" with no small amount of interest. "Hooboy. Um. What...exactly did you want to do with those?"

As if in answer, she felt another pair of tendrils curling lightly around her hind legs - then her toned thighs, squeezing them skillfully in their (surprisingly firm) grip. Dash shuddered, and with an involuntary moan, she felt a tiny drop of wetness oozing down the inside of her trembling thigh.

Almost nervously, she flicked her gaze down to the ground - and then back up to the shape in the shadows, unwilling to look away for too long. "R-right," she stammered. "That."

The tendril behind her squeezed, and she groaned. Oh, Celestia - it'd been so damn long. How did a...vine...monster...tentacle thing feel so good?

She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know - but it was increasingly difficult to argue with the possibilities of finding out.

The twin "shafts" before her swayed enticingly. Sweat dripped down Dash's forehead, and she felt her core tighten with an emotion other than rage - since she certainly didn't feel fear, not Rainbow Danger-Responsibility Dash! - at the sight of them.

The sight of the glistening, white liquid shining off the surface of the meaty, throbbing "vines" before her was just the pebble that snapped the gryphon's back. A line of drool, thin, but full of possibility and longing, slipped down the side of Rainbow's muzzle. The scent alone almost broke her resolve.

She swallowed; she thought she may have moaned, but the pounding in her ears was too loud, too insistent for any form of coherency. The rhythm of her heart beat in time with the steady pulse of heat at her core, the moist warmth between her legs steadily growing. Weeks of dissatisfaction, of exhausted nights and frustrated mornings, swelled in her tight chest until she could almost feel it burst like an overripe bubble. Without even realizing it, she'd begun to pant - just, she realized with a start, as she reached up to wipe away a line of drool from her lip, like a dog frenzied by heat.

The tendrils hovered enticingly. It was crazy. But Mr. Bear had come out fine, right?  Just...shocked. If she went in willingly, this could work out. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and smiled.

"A-all right," Dash said. She arched one eyebrow, trying to look firm. In charge. Like Spitfire, and and not like in that one fantasy where she was the Shadowbolts captain and - damn it, Rainbow, she snarled silently, get on task! "I don't report you to 'Shy, and you get to have some...fun with me." The word sounded almost deliciously dirty said aloud; it sent alien little shivers tingling down her spine. The sway of those "shafts" was all but hypnotic at this point.

Her grin twitched into a smirk, and she turned her trademark wry smile to the hulking shadow in the underbrush. "Just - uh, be gentle?"

A soft squeak answered her. It sounded affirming. Slowly, the subtly snakelike tendrils approached her, their dark green hides glinting with obscene promise in the scant light that filtered through the canopy. Rainbow Dash held her breath, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she watched them grow closer.

A sigh escaped her lips, low and needy, as she felt one of them curl around her hind leg’s upper thigh. A cord of tension she hadn't even realized she'd been holding fled from her body at the contact, her muscles flexing and then relaxing as the "vine" slithered its way across her crotch and up around her barrel. She groaned, exhaling as another wrapped around her side, a third wrapping almost tenderly around her back fetlocks. Shivering, she felt her breath grow hotter as a wet, dripping tentacle slithered across her burning lips, concealed as they were between her legs. Oh, fuck, she was pent up.

With a jerk, something smoothed heaved at her tail. Dash squeaked, her head whirling around. One tentacle, thick and strong and shining with enthusiasm, had gripped a hold of her tail and yanked up - hard.

"Geeze!" she blurted. "You don't have to be so rough! Watch what you're - "

Her objection faded, her resolve weakening as she saw the slowly pulsing tentacle waving lazily just beyond her tail. Thicker than her hoof was around, it was almost as long as one of her legs. A steady stream of what she could only think of calling arousal dripped down from its flared tip, its shape unmistakably similar to the jet-black "friend" she kept tucked away in her night-table drawer.

The size, on the other hoof...

Dash's mouth went dry. She barely even noticed as another one of the tendrils wound its way up her chest, brushing almost tenderly against her fur, stroking the taut muscle beneath. "Uh," she said, gulping. "You're not going to put all of that in me. Right?"

As if in response, the underbrush rustled - and a host of similarly shaped "vines" slipped into view. On a second glance, she noticed that each one differed slightly from the others - a tapered top, a thick-ringed middle, a pair of orb-like growths hanging enticingly from beneath the "shaft." Oh geeze, she thought. It has a collection.

None, she noticed with a chill, were even half as large as the first.

Shivering, she felt one of the tentacles slip across her pussy lips, hesitate - and then plunge right in.

Rainbow Dash gasped, eyes bulging wide as its thick, supple mass plunged into her needy depths. A wanton gasp escaped her lips as its slender tip flicked and twisted inside of her, exploring every last nook and cranny. Her needy cunt clenched and spasmed around it, weeks of unsatisfied libido welcoming the invader with open hooves.

"Ah - ah!" Rainbow's voice squeaked as her head tossed back, her spine arching with each inch her new... friend pushed inside of her. Friend. Yeah. Dazed, she almost giddily affirmed that thought as she finally got filled. This was, in fact, very friendly. She could feel her tail tugging upward, doing its best to flag her "stallion" inside as another of the creature's (kinda cool) assemblage of tentacles held it into the air. She could feel the folds of her pussy winking, her puckered star clenching with tightness as she felt the tentacle inside of her throb to an unseen beat.

Juices gushed down her rear thighs, the flood of her own arousal leaving her panting. "F-fuck," Rainbow gasped. Her forelegs shuddered, almost yanking her down to present properly for her new “friend.” Her invader twitched, a rippling motion that set her whole core tensing back around it, and she found herself gasping for breath anew, her wings flaring out wide behind her. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck - "

It was so deep inside her. Wriggling and squirming almost excitedly around the tentacle in her cunt, Rainbow felt a line of drool slip down her cheek, her muzzle hanging open as the first waves of unrestrained pleasure washed over her. "Oh, geeze," she squeaked, her eyes squeezed shut.  This wasn't just how hair trigger she was.  This was amazing. Her toned flanks bounced, flexed, years of built-up muscle glinting as her lubricating juices gushed across them. "Oh, man - a-are you sure you've never done this before?"

The tentacle's only response was to literally twist inside of her, a motion so sudden that it nearly made her scream. Dash promptly dipped all the way forward and slammed her hindquarters up, her eager little rump shivering in the air above her head as her hooves trembled with exertion.

"Oh," she said, in a very small and needy voice. "Right. The animals - "

The tentacle pushed deeper still. Rainbow's voice pitched up, and she had to bite back a squeal; it wouldn't fit her image. F-fuck! How deep was this thing even going? Was it going to twist inside deep enough to poke its way into her womb?

Six weeks ago, she might have been flinching, even horrified at the idea of this full-bodied invasion. But six weeks' of unrelenting exercise and unfulfilled horniness had left every inch of her body, inside and outside, burning with a deep, guttural need to be rutted.

Between her hind legs, she registered an urgent stirring, a contraction of her crotch muscles as the heat within them redoubled. Dash found herself panting and groaning desperately as she felt her shaft slowly pushing its way out from her sheath, its turgid length slipping over the slick embrace of the oddly gentle tentacle holding onto her belly. Her balls, a pair of hefty, plump orbs, jiggled with a gentle quirk of her hips, smacking against the insides of her legs, the brief force of impact sending her tongue lolling from her mouth as shockwaves of heightening pleasure sent her spine quivering with arousal.

She heard a… well, a purring, a low noise of interest, as her stiffening cock pushed forward to rub, almost invitingly, against her slender belly. She heard the creature growl appreciatively, and soon felt another of its deft tentacles sliding and coiling around her stiffening length. Dash panted again, nickering happily.  She started to let herself really get into it all, squirming around excitedly in the creature's grip as the energetic little tendril slithered its way up from the base of her shaft, wrapping around and constricting her engorged length as a steady stream of precum seeped from her drooling tip.

The fat tentacle penetrating her pussy twisted further, and Rainbow choked out a loud moan, her eyes rolling back as the dual pleasures of cock and cunt sent her spine arching in pleasure. "Damn," she wheezed out.  "Are there more wherever - ooh!" Her tightening balls, fondled by another pair of tendrils, throbbed and hung ever lower with fresh seed, her long-ignored libido happy to make up for lost time.

A fresh pressure prodded against her cheek, a new tentacle’s length rubbing seductively at her flank. Dash sucked in a breath, and gave a soft whimper. Her marehood winked, exposing her tender insides as the first tendril twisted delightedly around her insides. Whispering lightly across the slickness of her rear, the newcomer slipped in beside it, its girth squirming against her velvety walls. As she felt her insides tremble at the breadth of the additional intrusion, Dash whimpered again, more loudly, her whole face flushing red as her cunt was stretched wider than any stallion’s shaft could do. The tentacles were long, flexible, and slick - and together, they were thick, throbbing with an arousal far beyond anything a regular ol’ pony could even fathom.

Heartbeats passed, the twin “vines” inside of her twisting, intertwining with delight as they smeared sweet, sticky sap against her velvet walls. Above them, a meek little pressure poked Dash’s taint - right against the lips of her tightly-clenched asshole.

“Th-there?” she mumbled. Damn it; why were her cheeks so hot? She’d done anal before! Sure, Thunderlane might have been a shitty lay, but at least she could say she’d done it up the butt! Still, panting lightly as she felt the new tentacle curl lazily around her puffy ponut, Rainbow could hazard a guess that this “partner” wouldn’t cum a whole half-second after penetrating her cheeks.

And...still. Her muzzle curved into a cautious smirk. Maybe it’d be fun.

The tentacle poked up against her butt again. Dash stifled a groan, and then gave up on stifling anything at all as a warm, wet sensation flooded the nerve endings in her taint. The tendril was rimming her, its squirming tip “lapping” at her clenched hole as its comrades slid gently in and out of her eagerly displayed cunt.

“Fine,” Dash said. “Let’s see what you can - ooh, fuck.”

Her chest thudded with the weight of a bass drum. Dash's eyes flew open wide, her muzzle flying open in a wordless gape as she sucked in air. She gasped deeply, her whole face flushing red as the tentacle slowly pushed its way into her puckered asshole, its slick girth patiently, but firmly, sliding its way inside.

Deep breaths, Rainbow, she told herself. She sucked air in and out, her hooves trembling as she tried to force herself to relax. The tentacle wasn’t half as thick as Thunder had been - for all his crap in bed, he was pretty damn big - but something inside of her still resisted the alien intrusion. She had to relax, she thought. She had to stop clenching. She had to - “nggh, f-fuck!”

Rainbow gasped, her red-hot cheeks burning up as her wings flared out beside her. She could feel her puckered star giving way, her flanks spreading wider as the intruder wormed its way deeper into her cool, slick insides. She moaned, a line of saliva collecting at the corner of her muzzle as the tentacle explored her tight rump, each new inch of length spreading her cheeks wider and wider. Her hoof drifted to her belly, and she groaned again. She could feel it pushing its compatriots down, weighing against her womb as her belly bulged ever so slightly around them.

Her hoof slid down to her dripping erection - and was pushed away, very gently, by a delicate-looking tendril as its much thicker partner curled seductively around her shaft. Once assured that its work wasn’t going to be interrupted, the little tendril paused, stiffening in the air, and then went back to work, wrapping its length around Rainbow’s heavy balls, fondling and squirming against them as their owner found herself panting with hot, heavy need.

A beat later, she felt a weight prodding against her mouth. Dash’s vision focused - and she saw a new tentacle hovering before her. Oh, geeze. Oh, fuck. The other tentacles looked like...well, tentacles. This one, though, was one of the good ones. Thick and tapered in the middle, with a fat flare on top, the mottled green “vine” was shaped exactly like a stallion’s cock - not to mention one of the more attractive ones she’d ever seen. Rainbow Dash, unable to ignore a quiver of slutty hunger in her middle, licked her chops and opened her muzzle wide.

Almost instantly, her mouth was stuffed with something thick, hard, and meaty. Rainbow Dash moaned, her whole body going slack as another tentacle filled her lips and mouth, spreading her gums apart with the ease of a practiced, horny stud. Its stallion's shaft prodded meaningfully against the back of her throat, and she felt her eyelashes flutter as her every orifice was penetrated deeply. Her marehood clenched, her cock spasming as she set about greedily suckling on the tentacle in her mouth, even as she felt her hips twist and roll as her two back-door invaders wriggled around delightedly inside of her.

With sudden gust of wind, she felt herself being swept up into the air - another pair of strong, thick tentacles had wrapped their way around her barrel and carried her up, their long stalks almost flexing against her. In and out, in and out the tentacle in her muzzle went, sliding up and down her esophagus as she gurgled happily around it. Her hooves squirmed, her shoulders rolled, and through it all Rainbow Dash gurgled in a seeming-endless symphony of pleasure.

Her belly burned with an intense arousal like she'd never known before. She was being fucked - lovingly, but firmly, with a patience and steady desire that bordered on alien - from every direction, by some monstrous creature she'd barely passed by in a forest...and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever done.

Her tongue wrapped eagerly around the "shaft" of the horsecock-shaped tendril in her mouth, fellating it with a schoolfilly's enthusiasm as she choked around its massive length. Her own drool dripped around the sides, mixing with its own steamy emissions upon the forest floor while her hooves wagged and wriggled several feet above the ground. Gripped from her thighs, Rainbow flexed her legs and groaned, swallowing around the length of tentacle in her throat as it shot jet after jet of hot, delicious "pre" down her throat. It was almost sweet, like sap or syrup - and she needed more.

The tentacles in her ass and cunt slid in and out like pistons in a machine, pulling out of her holes sopping wet with their own fluids and Rainbow's own juices before mercilessly plunging back in, sending her whole nervous system wracking with a painful, erotic energy. Rainbow squealed - or tried to, around the tentacle fucking her face - as she felt them fuck her rear again and again, double-penetrating her like no stallion tag-team had ever quite managed to do.

What felt like whole pints of the tentacles' "pre-cum" substance slopped from the walls of her cunt, leaving its invasion extremely well-lubricated. Rainbow's eyes opened wide, and she moaned around the tentacle rutting her throat as she felt her very womb bulge, her back arching - or trying to - once more as her pussy was stuffed full of glorious “stallion” cock.

She felt her own stallionhood reach its peak stiffness, each powerful throb of her own length nearly driving her mad with lust. More pre than she'd ever leaked gushed down the sides of her shaft, each spurt of liquid arousal making her hips buck forward, for all that the tentacles tried to hold them in place.

The creature had reacted pretty well to her "equipment" - it damn well knew what it was doing, she decided. Its tendril rubbed up and down her turgid shaft, stroking and slipping around the pre-slickened sides as the bulge in her belly pressed down against her flare. Rainbow moaned, gurgling as the tentacle in her muzzle shoved its way down her throat again, a jet of pre splattering into her belly as she felt her balls, heavy and fat with seed, churning in the coddling grip of yet another of the creature's tendrils. It knew how badly she wanted to suck it - knew how bad she needed to feel a cock on her lips, how badly she needed to suckle down a stallion’s spunk until she was drooling cream, her belly gurgling with its virile contents. It just had to know.

And, it seemed, it was more than happy to provide.

Each twist and jerk of her body brought her nuts bouncing off of her crotchtits, her supple, perky breasts bouncing in turn as her whole body went squirming through the air. The scent of the tentacles' sweet sap left her breasts heavy and full, swelling beneath her as they seemed to slosh with their liquid content. Rainbow moaned again as the tentacle jerking her off summoned up a partner to fondle at her breasts. The newcomer didn’t fuck her crotch’s cleavage so much as wrap tenderly around it. With a pumping, almost rocking motion, the tentacle began to squeeze her tits tenderly, its sinuous length smooshing deep against her plump spheres. Rainbow Dash’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she felt a trickle of warmth slide down the inside of her leg.

Milk, she thought. Fucking Celestia, it’s fucking milking me. Her legs trembled, her crotchtits pulsing with heat and arousal as tablespoons of creamy, life-giving dairy dribbled down onto the forest floor below, her many-tendriled “suitor” exploring and appreciating every gift her body could provide.

And then it flipped her over.

She was totally, absolutely under its power, she knew then. All of the blood rushed to her head, gravity reversing its direction as her cockhead came flopping down hard against her chest. Her hefty balls slapped against her breasts, their pre mixing with the tentacles' sap and her own milk as the lot of it cascaded down upon her gaping muzzle in rivulets of undiluted sex. It drenched the tentacle that she was noisily fellating, with each thrust past her wet lips leaving her moaning at the delicious flavors of her own taste.

Her belly bulged, a more obscene sight than she could have ever considered elsewhere. Idly, Rainbow wondered what it’d be like if she’d been stuffed even thicker. What would it feel like, she thought, to be stuffed so badly that there was more tentacle than Rainbow inside of her? She’d seen the briar patch of tendrils shifting in the shadows by the creature’s main body - she knew just how much more it could give her. What would it feel like, she wondered, drooling for the throbbing length to thrust down her throat, to be barely more than a tool, nothing more than a vessel for pleasure - a toy, even, to stuff and fill and fuck until there was nothing left.

Up and down the tendrils went, in and out, pumping her full and - well. She was never empty. Every time one tentacle pulled out, another rammed its way in, the whole writhing mass intent on nothing more than stuffing her fuller than she'd ever been before. And, quite frankly, she was fine with that.

That's right, spaghetti thing, she thought deliriously. You want the Dash? You gotta earn the Dash!

Her breaths came in short, low moans, her eyes rolling up toward her forehead as she choked down each throb of the tentacle in her throat. That was okay; she didn't need to see it. She could feel it - not quite throbbing, but swelling, its girth slowly stretching her jaws further apart. Guessing what was to come, she suckled eagerly around it, pulling the swelling mass in deeper and deeper. She could feel the shape of the "cock" stuffing her mouth rolling across her tongue, its "shaft" pressing into her gums as it see-sawed its way in and out of her throat. Great cascades of sticky sex-sap drooled down into her belly as the mass of tendrils at her rump pierced her ass and pussy, again and again and again -

With a muffled, stifled cry, Rainbow Dash came. The peak she'd been aching for for the past month and a half - the pure and unrestrained climax she'd been denied for so long - it all came crashing down on her in a white-washed tsunami of pleasure. Her hips bucked, twisting and writhing as every inch of her exposed flesh was wrapped, massaged, kneaded both inside and out. The tentacles inside her clamping cunt flexed, and the pair massaging her balls squeezed. Tears of mingled sensation came to Rainbow's eyes, her tongue lathering lovingly around the "shaft" in her mouth as she felt her tunnel clench and her feminine juices gush in huge, messy splurts all over the sweet-soaked tentacles ramming her cunt.

Her achingly needy cock contracted, the rich seed in her testes churning, pleading for release. Rainbow prepared herself for it - and then felt the tentacle in her muzzle and throat explode with sudden pressure. Geysers of thick, sweet, creamy something erupted in her mouth, stickily spraying down her throat into her pre-stuffed belly as her own member lurched and bucked above her hips, spraying the forest floor with her own generous load.

Finally, moaning, squirming weakly but well-satisfied, Rainbow felt her orgasm and that of her captor come to a close. The tentacle-beast slid its limb almost tenderly out from her muzzle, its back-ended tendrils sliding smoothly out from her rump as the strong "vines" around her barrel lowered her to the forest floor.

She collapsed in a puddle of her own cum, milk, and pre, her fur growing matted and sticky with the lovely stuff. Her cramped wings flared out to the sides, and her hooves pulled up to hug against her chest, Dash lay there, rolling and panting, chest heaving, as a few more contractions of her still-stiff shaft splattered her chest fluff with a few more ropes of spunk.

Moaning, she lowered her hooves to her belly. Thoughts more complex than fuck! slowly pressed in on her blissful haze. She could feel her stomach - and, she realized, with a note of alarm - her cunt and womb actually sloshing with...well, whatever it was that thing had been pumping into her. Biting back a grunt of fullness, she struggled up onto her side, her turgid shaft pressing up against the soft, plump mound of her cum-filled tummy.

The shadow still stood there, silently, in the underbrush. Watching her. Waiting for her - for her to run away, to scream, to curse, to do something, she realized. Just like all of its other victims...

And in that moment, somehow, the mass of tendrils swaying hesitantly in the air around it seemed to look almost...afraid. Almost unwillingly, a protective half-smile creeped over her lips.  A possessive, protective half-smile.

"Rainbow Dash?"

Her head jerked up. Her eyes widened. That was Fluttershy's voice. The shadow stirred, skittering anxiously.

She came to a decision; honestly, it wasn't even hard.

"Hey," Rainbow hissed, jerking her head to the side. The tentacles stilled, and drifted to "face" toward her. She gave her trademark flip of her bangs, tried to smile, and grinned weakly up at it. A droplet of cum - which of them it belonged to, she had no idea - oozed down her cheek, and she licked it up greedily, giving a small moan as it plopped down into her stomach with the rest of it.

Then she winked at the shadow in the bushes. It froze, uncertain.

"Get out of here," Dash said, her voice low. "Wouldn't want Fluttershy to find you."

One tentacle poked up higher than the rest. The others pulled back, shied away as Fluttershy's calls grew closer. But the tall one...it listened.

Rainbow smiled, a feral, hungry look she hoped it could see.  Wouldn't be fair not to warn it she had… expectations. "But I will," she promised. "Tomorrow night. Same place, just after sunset." She patted her swollen, almost pregnant-looking belly and chuckled. "I'm not done with you yet."

A low, relieved-sounding sigh went through the air, rustling the underbrush. And then, the trees around it barely moving at its departure, the shadow vanished into the night.

As Fluttershy's hoofsteps grew closer, Rainbow didn't get up. Instead, she lay on the forest floor, one hoof on her belly, the other idly stroking her softening shaft. She'd have to come up with an epic story, but that wouldn't be hard. Change a few deets, emphasize things a little different… yeah, she could work this for her rep and her new colt-toy. Between her wide-spread legs, nearly a gallon of "seed" oozed out from her gaping cunt, her marehood and asshole quivered and spasmed in lingering memory of their well-endowed suitor.

Rainbow chuckled. "Next time," she murmured, stroking the curve of her cum-bloated stomach. “Next time.”

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