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"Splash, honey, that is a terrible idea."
"No it isn't!" she protested.
Funtime Splash crossed her arms beneath her substantial assets as she pouted at her friend. She and Strobelight were sitting at a booth in their favorite Manehattan nightclub, practically screaming their words at eachother to be heard over the pulse-pounding music. It wasn't a high-end establishment, really more of a dive bar with a dance floor attached, but that was how Splash liked it. She and Strobe had done a lot of things - and ponies - together over the course of their young lives as easy city girls.
But apparently this particular plan was suddenly too much for Strobe. Splash took another deep gulp of her cosmopolitan and groaned. "You've heard the rumors, too. It's supposed to be the best fucking of your life!"
Sighing, Strobe swept her yellow, manicured hand across the room. "Every stallion in the city says that about themselves. And I would know; I've banged most of them! The only thing different in this case is how sketchy they seem. Like, they live alone, miles away from the nearest town, in the middle of the Canterhorn Mountains? And nopony can even agree what they look like?"
"That just adds to the mystique. And, and, the rumor even reached all the way here, which is a sign it's legit!" Splash insisted, flaring her wings for emphasis. "For real, I'm practically getting wet just thinking about it."
Pausing, Strobe took a swing of her own tequila shot before shaking her head. "If you wanna go chasing this spooky-ass, mythical lay, more power to ya, girlfriend, but count me out. I'll stick to the usual dangers of STDs and angry wives, thanks."
Splash stood from the booth, flicking her fluffed-up, red and white tail dismissively. "Ugh, fine, but you better not whine about missing out when I come back with the best possible story."
"I'll be fine," Strobe insisted, already waving over a group of studs who just walked into the building.
"Oh well, your loss."
It had taken a while to find the place from the air, given the vague nature of the directions which reached her through the grapevine, but Funtime Splash eventually found the place. The sun was setting, painting the dense mountain forest in reds and violets befitting the mood. Her destination was a log cabin with a small clearing surrounding it.
After coming in for a landing on the wildgrass, she immediately doublechecked her outfit. Splash had picked her signature fit for the occasion: a tastefully torn grey tee that showed off her midriff, no bra, jean shorts so miniscule they were practically a thong, and ankle bracelets that jingled like dinner bells when she strut. The shorts, especially, worked wonders, as they showed off her ink: twin black arrows on her inner thighs, pointing to her pussy, with TAKE ME written next to them.
Confident she was ready, Splash started walking towards the cabin. In her focus, she nearly missed the wooden sign staked into the ground in her path. Bending over to read, she squinted in the low light to make out the words: 'Turn Back Now.'
Hmm. Why would there be a warning here? Actually, she noticed, there were a bunch of signs scattered about all over the place, all facing away from the cabin, with a variety of messages. 'Do Not Disturb, Beware: Mortal Danger, You Will Almost Surely Die If You Enter This Cabin,' etc.
Honestly, though? She was even more turned on, now. Splash liked it when creatures roughed her up; that she still couldn't get that one time she'd done it with Crusher the Minotaur years ago out of her head testified as much.
The thing about her actually dying would just be a totally overblown exaggeration. Like the effectiveness of a bad griffon over the real thing.
This in mind, cunt sopping, Splash wove around the signposts and made her way over to the entrance. Now that she was closer, she realized that the cabin had no windows at all. It had been built with entirely solid walls. This far out, they would have been assured privacy anyway, but she appreciated it nonetheless. Splash was a loose cumslut, not an exhibitionist.
Putting on her best 'come hither' face, complete with lidded eyes, she knocked on the door. "Hello in there! I've got something special to share with you~"
Splash waited. And waited. There was no response.
Well, that wouldn't do, after she'd flown all this way! A tad irritated now in addition to thirsty, Splash knocked again. "In case you missed my intent somehow, my name is Funtime Splash, and I'm here to let you have your way with me. In bed. I'm sexy and great at giving head, I promise!"
This time, she got a reply. "Leave this place, now."
Splash blinked in surprise. It was a mare's voice. Not what she had been expecting, but hey, she swung both ways. "Why? Are you straight?"
"No, but—"
"Then why not?" Splash asked, cutting her off. "Like, are you on that time of the month, or...?"
"Nothing like that!" the mare exclaimed. "Miss Splash, please, just walk away now. Or else you won't be able to! Honestly, you do sound like my type, but you're also an idiot if you ignored all my warnings! I figured they'd be more effective than a lock, yet—"
This babe was promising a fucking so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk afterwards, and she didn't keep her door locked? Chick was practically begging for it. Yeah, decision made. "I'm coming in~"
With that, Splash grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, revealing the object of her desires. She was sitting at a table, halfway through dinner: an unassuming middle-aged earth pony with a forest green coat and light green mane, tied into a bun. Her dress was modest, calf-length and all black, the sort of thing ponies wore to funerals. Still, she had that elegant MILF appeal. The only illumination in the single-room house was a bronze candelabra on the table, its three burning candles casting about flickering shadows.
However, despite appearances, Splash also figured out she was absolutely in the right place from the overpowering, masculine musk which permeated the room. Plus, candles always meant things were about to get steamy.
Turning the charm back on, Splash tossed her mane and shot the mare a smoldering look. "Hey there, sweetie. Like what you see?" She then ran a fingertip up from her knee to her crotch, ever so slowly.
The mare's posture stiffened. She gulped audibly. "Yes. And that's a problem."
"How is that a problem?" Splash asked. "That sounds to me like the opposite of a problem."
"Because I'm cursed," she declared, matter-of-factly.
Suddenly, fast moving shapes exploded from beneath the mare's skirts, writhing through the air like a mass of ravenous vipers as they stretched towards Splash. As they closed in on her, she suddenly realized what they were. Horsecocks. Thick, prehensile, tentacle horsecocks. Over half a dozen of them.
Salivating, Splash couldn't move as they rapidly, inexorably closed the distance. She didn't want to move, and she couldn't form words. In seconds, they were on her. Two of the dicks wrapped themselves around her wrists, their heat exquisite against her skin as they began to drag her towards the bed at the far side of the room with surprising force. "Oh sweet Celestia."
"She can't save you now," the mare said, her lips curled into a sad frown even as her cheeks reddened. "Once I spy somepony cute or handsome, my control over my penises slips away. They have a mind of their own, and I won't be able to stop them from attacking you until they're spent."
"Fuck, that's hot," Splash uttered, barely keeping upright on wobbly legs as the mare's dicks forced her down onto the stained sheets. Now lying on her back, two more of them grabbed her calves and forced her legs apart. "Mmmph, don't even try to resist your urges, go ahead and indulge."
Splash, for her part, set an example by failing to contest her advances in the slightest as the earth mare's uncontrollable desires were let loose upon her. The mare groaned as one of her cocks slipped under Splash's shirt, rubbing itself off against her boobs. Three more aimed for her holes, one hooking under the fabric of her jean shorts and tearing the durable denim in half like it was paper, allowing the others access. There was no foreplay, they simply thrust, burying themselves deeper than anything Splash had ever taken on the first stroke, her soaked pussy and tight asshole utterly violated in the best way.
"Yessss," Splash hissed, savoring the fresh ecstasy bombarding her nerves, back arching. "Give it to—"
Her impassioned cry was cut off as another penis seized the opening and forced itself into Splash's mouth and down her throat. Having long erased her gag reflex, she moaned into it, craning her head back to make its progress easier.
"I'm Basalm, by the way," the mare added, still squirming in her chair. "Figured you should know, since, well, I'm fucking you."
Splash was glad for the information. Though not nearly as glad as when Basalm's merciless members began to pound. Each thrust crashed along her burning walls like a jackhammer, multiple feet of cock sending spasmodic sensations cascading through her body. And with each repetition, Splash's body gave way a little more to her hot, turgid companions.
In short order, all three were deeper inside her than any partner had ever gotten, her uterus being stretched out as Basalm's cockhead assaulted the back of her womb. The one fucking her face had reached her stomach, so deep that the two were practically meeting in her core. And that wasn't even counting the dick in her ass, or the dick furiously scraping against her nipples!
Judging by her body language, Basalm was also greatly enjoying herself. Her breathing was turning ragged, legs tense, hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as her blush intensified. Yet Basalm's expression was conflicted, forced into neutrality, even as she couldn't tear her eyes away from Splash.
Being taken so completely, Splash couldn't speak an answer, tell her not to worry. Heck, she couldn't even breathe. She could only produce highly erotic *glck* and *schlorp* noises with her fluids and spasming muscles as Basalm's ceaseless fucking continued. Her cocks were actually somehow getting even harder and thicker as time went on, their heat scalding. And the grip of the ones holding her in bondage tightened, pinning her into the bed like iron manacles. It was amazing, her pleasure growing and growing towards a climax that would be positively mind-shattering.
"Stars, you feel good," Basalm said, biting her lip. "I think I'm going to cum soon." To punctuate this statement, her dicks all redoubled in vigor, pistoning in and out of Splash with beastly ferocity. The one on her breasts changed tactics, bulging upwards to obliterate her shirt and expose them for Basalm's viewing before coiling around them in a figure-eight, squeezing and kneading.
Do it! Splash thought. Claim me, breed me! She turned a desperate, needy look on Basalm. Then, she broke out her best technique, refined over years of practice: Splash rhythmically clenched her pussy, throat, and asshole as tightly as she could, coaxing Basalm's release. She also licked the underside of the huge member in her mouth for good measure.
Basalm definitely felt it, the mare letting out a breathy, wet moan. "T-Too much! Oh no, I'm terribly sorry about this, I can't—" Basalm trailed off, gasping, ears perked and twitching. "Here it comes!"
The first pulse alone had a volume comparable to ten stallions. And that was from each cock. Her womb almost instantly stuffed to the brim, Splash came with equal suddenness, eyes rolling into her skull as lightning arced down her limbs and swirled throughout her core, lascivious sensations boiling. It was the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life, an avalanche of pleasure. Holy shit, that's the stuff.
As Basalm let out a wordless, shaky cry of release, her own ejaculations continued. Each of her lengthy dicks matched eachother in output, the four binding Splash's arms and legs pumping gout after gout of thick, virile semen into the air, the ropes landing all over the room with lewd splats. Much of it ended up on Splash herself, pint after pint of the stuff. This was helped by the one that had been fucking her tits, which pulled back to angle directly towards her, painting Splash's exposed body like a blank wall before a graffiti artist.
Of course, that was only what was winding up outside. Splash's stomach and guts were being positively inundated with seed, producing a sublime fullness as she continued to spasm in bliss. The real party was happening in her baby oven, though, which was now so fucking stuffed it was starting to hurt, the pain only driving her pleasure higher in a battle upon her overloaded nerves. Her wings and tail thrashed uncontrollably against the bed. More, more, more!
And Basalm gave her more. Far from tapering off, the volume of her frantic releases actually seemed to be increasing. As cum continued to rain down on and around her - a wet gob even sailing all the way into the candelabra and snuffing two of the candles - Splash's womb soon found itself at capacity, her gut distended. With Basalm's hyper hardness sealing the exit, something inside Splash tore painfully, wracking her body with more flaming sensations as parts of her that had never been filled before - were never supposed to be filled - were nonetheless claimed by Basalm. At the same time, her stomach and butt were also being pumped to near bursting. It was impossible, it was permanent, it was glorious.
Splash's heart was racing faster than it ever had, both from her ongoing masochistic climax and to try and supply her cells with a rapidly dwindling supply of oxygen, the path to her lungs blocked off by the monumental thickness of Basalm's cock. And yet she wouldn't even dream of trying to pull the thing out of her mouth, even if her hands weren't still tied by more dick. She was far too busy savoring the taste of Basalm's sweat, the smell of her bursting essence.
Basalm, too, seemed to be very much loving it. "P-Please don't hold it against me for - aaahn - fucking you to death," Basalm said, voice heavy with equal parts carnal joy and emotional guilt.
The words barely registered. As both their orgasms showed zero signs of stopping, Splash could feel herself crossing another even higher peak, one she wouldn't be coming down from, induced by the suffocation. Pins and needles crept down her limbs as her eyelids flickered. Her hearing grew muted, her vision grew cloudy, her strength waned. And yet the whole time, the feeling of her release eclipsed it all.
As Splash was carried off to oblivion on sails of exquisite pain and unfathomable bliss, a single, final thought crossed her mind.
... Worth it ...
Basalm sighed to herself as her great and terrible orgasm finally ended. She'd felt poor Funtime Splash's heart stop beating a good while ago through her cocks, but they had only been a third of the way through emptying her load, and had continued violating the body until everything was out. In the near-darkness, as Basalm's dicks at last began to soften and retract to wherever they went when not in use (she was no expert on magical curses, only a victim of one), she surveyed the damage.
Half of her cabin had been completely flooded with semen, the huge sticky mess also clinging to the walls as it slowly oozed into the creeping pile on the floor. Splash's body had been bloated nearly beyond recognition into a near-sphere, large quantities of cum still burbling out of her orifices, no longer pressurized. At least none of it had gotten into Basalm's hair again, otherwise she'd be at the mercy of the rural weather team for a rainstorm to wash it out. Not having plumbing was almost as bad as the curse.
In silence, she turned back to her table, wiped and relit her candles, then finished her food, which was now cold and tasted like semen due to the thick odor. Once she was done, Basalm took up the responsibility of dealing with the aftermath. She'd shovel her spunk out later; the first matter was the body.
Basalm wedged her front door open, then waded through her cum pool to reach Splash on the bed. Grabbing the body's wrists, she dragged it off, where it landed behind her with a squelch. She kept dragging it out into the night, with only the mountain owls and such as witness. Did the animals judge her, or think this arrangement natural, like a female spider eating her mate after the deed was done?
Basalm kept dragging, taking Splash out of the clearing, leaving a trail of gruesome white smears in her wake as evidence. She traced a familiar, short path through the forest, soon arriving at a deep, open pit, marked with a headstone. In the pale moonlight that filtered through the leaves overhead, Basalm could just barely make out its contents: bones, picked clean by scavengers. At least they were happy, she knew.
Taking a deep breath, Basalm pushed Splash into the pit, tuning out the sound. Then, she pulled out a chisel and knelt, ready to add her latest foolish victim to the list. Many names had been carved there, almost every partner she'd ever slept with. Only a few creatures had ever had sex with her and lived to tell the tale. Changelings, for obvious reasons, as well as the unicorns who knew how to teleport. None ever returned.
After this long without a companion, she'd never wanted to lose a perky, eager young thing like Miss Splash, as with the others. But oh had she enjoyed their brief time together. This in mind, something, at last, broke, resistance giving way.
Eyes wide, pupils dilated in the darkness, Basalm's lips peeled back into an unhinged smile. Maybe it was time to return to civilization after all.