...but it has seen enough of her!
Stepping into her dorm one early Friday evening, a young unicorn mare sighed in relief when she saw the other bed was empty. Although it was the weekend, her mother and father had decided to go away, and her sister was at some fashion show, leaving the mare to herself in Celestia’s School For Gifted Unicorns.
She was doing so well in her classes that Princess Luna had taken an interest in her studies, and now she was the lunar alicorn’s personal student. This led to a discussion on certain dreams from the mare, which is why in her bag lay a book on mostly forbidden magic, but Luna had told her which particular spell to use.
Stripping from her school uniform, something that had come in recently and the female students voted for black short skirts, the mare set about her usual routine for days when she was either going on a date or had invited a colt back to her room: an hour long shower, forty minutes of which were washing and conditioning her mane.
Once she dried off, she brushed her normally curly mane out straight, the pink and purple making long streaks that reached halfway down her back. Holding up a black corset, she used her magic to lace it tightly to her body, squeezing her already petite waist smaller and pushing her pert breasts out even more.
She then rolled a pair of black back seamed stocking up her legs, attaching them to the suspenders hanging from her corset, and looked in the mirror. To her, near perfection stared back, which is why she sat at her vanity and started the last part of her routine. Light pink lipstick soon graced her lips, her eyes enhanced with blue eye shadow and black mascara, much like her elder sister’s.
Once satisfied with her appearance, the mare stood up and slipped her feet into a pair of waiting high heels, boosting her height by six inches and enhancing the look of her already amazing long legs. Lighting her horn, she cleared a bit more room in the space between the beds, taking the time to create a protective circle. She then dimmed the lights and took the book from her bag. She opened to the marked page, and read aloud.
“I, Sweetie Belle, summon forth Shlaboogalorg, to do as I bid!”
Nothing happened for a few moments, causing Sweetie Belle to frown and look over the translation Luna had given her, including how to pronounce the name. Just as she was about to say the incantation again, a blue light appeared on the carpet, widening out until it became a swirling vortex.
From out of it came several thick, blue vine like appendages, waving in the air as if they were the hairs of a sea anemone. Very slowly, one slipped away from the others and approached Sweetie Belle, but it could go no further than the protection she had placed. It was the result she was after though, so she stepped closer and took the tip of it in her hand and held it for several moments.
What happened next was too fast for her to even react, and before she knew it she had four of the tentacles wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her on her back into the air and spreading her limbs. The appendage that was in her hand a moment ago changed, the mare’s eyes lighting up when she saw what the inner structure was formed like.
It came up to her mouth, which she opened and allowed it to slip in, moaning happily as the thick, mushy build slid back and forth over her tongue. Closing her eyes, she started to bob her head back and forth on it as well, feeling it swell even more.
She tried to pull back, but another tentacle wrapped around her head and held her in position, her eyes shooting open and her muffled protests going unanswered. Instead, she had to hope that this abominable creature would do as the spell said, and cater to her whims… which it would only do if she could speak.
If the tentacle in her mouth wasn’t bad enough, she felt two more slipping up and around her legs, then prodding at her crotch. One began to rub at her exposed pussy, making her try to close her legs, but she could not move. After several long moments of teasing, she in fact did not want to close them, instead hoping her mouth would gain some respite in order to tell the creature what she wanted.
Both luckily and unluckily for her, it seemed that intention was already there, a cold thick tentacle spreading her lower lips even more than they were as it pushed in deep, Sweetie Belle’s eyes closing tightly as the third one forced its way into her tight ass.
The realisation of what was happening finally hit her, she was currently restrained and filled by a horny eldritch abomination, one that she had summoned. Upon her mind coming to terms with the fact, her body relaxed and let the creature take over.
The tentacles in her pussy and ass hardened, then began to slip in and out of her, whilst the one in her mouth slowly slid back and forth. With all of her holes being used in such a way, Sweetie Belle actually felt more liberated than used, losing herself to the pleasure. Soon, something warm dripped to her tongue, and she sucked harder in an attempt to get the gifts she desired.
She didn’t have to wait long, the tentacle in her mouth swelling a moment before something hot burst free, the one around her head forcing her to swallow all of it, which she did willingly. When the spent appendage slipped from her mouth, she took a few deep breaths and looked towards the portal.
“Hear me! You are mine to command, and I command you to release my armphh!”
Another tentacle cut her off as it invaded her mouth, performing the same action as the previous. Sweetie Belle’s eyes showed a hint of anger, yet also pleasure as the one in her pussy started to speed up, bumps in its build pressing firmly against her walls. Concentrating her hardest, she floated the magic tome over to see what to do in an event such as this. Her eyes widened as she saw the second, more important part, where she was supposed to tell the creature she is its commander before it touched her, otherwise… she was in for a long night.
To make matters worse, the end of the tentacle around her head showed itself, parting to reveal a mouth like orifice, then drifted upwards. Sweetie Belle’s magic cut out as it took her horn inside and began to suck hard. Her muffled moans from the intense pleasure came with shorter pauses between them, until, with a muffled scream, her pussy clamped down on the tentacle inside of her, her body tensing from a powerful orgasm.
This caused the tentacle to swell and release, filling her with warm seed as it slowly withdrew, still pulsing and spraying across her stomach. Another replaced it almost immediately, going solid and thrusting in and out of her dripping marehood.
Sweetie Belle didn’t even try to take count of how many orgasms she had, nor the many different but restrained positions she was put in, but eventually she was left filled and satisfied. Taking the brief pause to count the amount coming from the blue portal and the rate at which they recovered, she came to another startling, and more worrying, realisation.
Without her roommate coming back until late Sunday night, not only was she in for a long night, but a long weekend as well.
Monday morning came just like any other week, and Princess Luna once more found herself walking into her sister’s school, smiling coyly at mainly the young stallions, but the few young mares, who glanced her way as well. It was time for her student’s first one on one session of the week, yet when she arrived at their classroom, the unicorn was nowhere to be seen.
Well, this isn’t like her. I best go see if there’s anything wrong.
With a flash of blue light, Luna teleported from the classroom to the corridor just outside her student’s room. She knocked on the door, only getting a whimper in response. Checking, she found it unlocked, pushing it open. She was not ready for what she saw.
Sitting against the wall was Sweetie Belle, dressed in lingerie, but that was not the most disturbing part. It was the way her eyes were dim with exhaustion, her fur was matted from her chin down, and there was a large pile of white liquid under her crotch, with more leaking from her dripping pussy with every twitch she made.
Turning around to close the door lest anypony see, Luna saw a note affixed to the back of it, and took it in her hand, reading it over. ‘Please… take the book away from her! I tried to leave the next morning, but she just summoned me back.’
Giving a chuckle, Luna helped her student stand and moved her into the bathroom, where she stripped her off and sat her under the shower. Upon returning to the main room, Luna looked at the mess and frowned. Laughing once more, she opened her student’s wardrobe and took out the third clothing bag hanging from the left, placing it on the bed.
“If my student wants to make a mess, she can clean it whilst suitably attired,” Luna said to herself, heading back to the bathroom to ensure her student was clean, a mischievous smile playing on her face.