> Monster Mares
>  by InTheSun
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> Fluttershy and the Maredragora
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"If the Maredragora spots a possible victim, she will approach her cautiously with no malicious intent. Being a weak creature and very timid, they will confront them with a friendly demeanor at first, trying to bond with the stranger in hopes of getting closer." - The Equestrian Explorer's Encyclopedia of the Equine-Monstrum

A clump of leaves shook, and Fluttershy squealed, running behind a tree. She crouched down and put her hooves over her eyes, trying to make herself as small as possible. Back home, a rustling bush would have been greeted with curiosity and welcome, as Fluttershy loved all the gentle creatures that lived around her. Here in the gloomy half-dark of the Everfree Forest, however, she was more likely to meet a terrifying cockatrice or murderous mantacore than a bunny looking for love. It wasn't that she was scared of the animals in the Everfree. It was just that some of the animals were so... scary.

After a minute of hiding had gone by and Fluttershy remained undevoured, she cautiously opened her eyes and chanced a look around. The foliage in this part of the forest was thick. The heavy branches arching overhead blocked out most of the light, and the carpet of moss, ferns, and other plant life hid the dirt floor entirely from view. She couldn't see more than a dozen yards in any direction for the press of trees, and she counted herself lucky that someone had made a path to Zecora's hut. Fluttershy felt quite sure she would never have been able to find it otherwise. 

Thinking about Zecora's hut reminded her, her friends was waiting for her! Fluttershy steeled her courage, then stood up and strode confidently back onto the path. She picked up her saddlebags from where she had dropped them and slung them over her back. Twilight had scheduled this weeks in advance, and she was already late for their tea. Fluttershy smiled, imaging how Twilight must even now be double- and triple-checking her calendar to make sure she had the right day, and that Fluttershy had indeed been invited. Ready to move now, Fluttershy faced in the direction of Zecora's home and took a step -

And then stopped. She turned slowly towards the edge of the trail. Nothing but a bush, a few broad leaves, and beautiful pink flower. Staring hard at the forest, Fluttershy scratched her chin and muttered, "I could have sworn I saw..."  She scanned again, leaning closer - but not too close! The flower was wide, a rosy color that darkened towards the center. The pistil was pale yellow, and quivered in the still air of the forest. There was nothing else, no monster that threatened to jump out at her. 

Satisfied with her safety, Fluttershy giggled. "You really have to stop being such a scaredy-pony," she said to herself, and she inhaled deeply to smell the flower. It was a pleasant scent, earthy, yes, but also reminiscent of the perfumes Rarity liked to wear. Fluttershy closed her eyes as she exhaled, letting the smell relax her. There wasn't anything here to scare her. She needed to be more confident, just like Pinkie Pie always said. 

She opened her eyes and was immediately met with a pair of purple ones. "Aaah!" she screamed, skittering backwards, her wings snapping shut in fright. Her saddlebags fell to the ground and burst open, spilling apples all over. The purple eyes, which were set in a round, pale-green face, opened wide in fright, and the pony whipped around and began to flee. A pony, Fluttershy thought, and then she said, "Wait!" The pony stopped and slowly turned back towards her.

Now that she could see all of it, Fluttershy wasn't sure if it was a pony at all. The flower she had admired was situated on top of the creature's head, with a crown of dark green leaves around it. Its tail was a single long leaf, and several of what seemed to be roots were wrapped around its legs and barrel. Its coat was a pale green-yellow, like sunlight through the trees. It was tensed, and looked ready to spring away at the slightest hint of danger. Just like me. 

"It's okay," Fluttershy said. She softened her voice, using the same one as she did when speaking to newborn bunnies. Maybe this wasn't a pony, but it certainly wasn't a monster either. It was just scared. She searched the ground and picked up one of the apples that had fallen out of her saddlebag. Holding it out, Fluttershy said, "Are you hungry?" The creature didn't move. Fluttershy smiled and put the apple on the ground. "You can come and get it, if you want." She backed away, to give the animal some space. 

It stepped forward cautiously, coming out of the foliage and onto the trail proper. It was a little smaller than Fluttershy, she saw, and had several protrusions along its legs like thorns, though they didn't look sharp. "That's it, I'm not going to hurt you." Fluttershy stared at it as it bent its head down to sniff at the apple. She had never seen or heard of anything like it, and she'd lived by the Everfree Forest for a long time. It wrinkled its muzzle at the apple, then pushed it back to Fluttershy with its nose. 

"Oh, you don't like apples? That's okay." She took the apple back. "Would you like something else to eat? I might have some lettuce or something..." Pulling her saddlebags towards her, Fluttershy opened them and began to root around for something else to tempt the strange being with. It took another step, and another, coming closer to Fluttershy. The pegasus remained motionless, not wanting to frighten the poor thing. It seemed so pony-like, with a round face and curved body that would have been perfectly natural on a mare back in Ponyville, but its mane and tail were decidedly floral in nature. It was quite strange.

Finally, after several timid steps, the leafy creature was almost touching her. It opened its mouth and, in a breathy voice even quieter then Fluttershy's own, said, "Ah, ah." 

"Can... Can you understand me?" Fluttershy asked.

"Ah, ah," it repeated, nodding. Its violet eyes glimmered.

"Are you hungry?"

"Ah, ah."

"Okay... Let me see if I can find you something else." She was about to start looking through her bag again when the creature bumped its nose into her cheek. "Oh!" Fluttershy exclaimed, pulling back in surprise. It was sitting down now, staring up at her with those wide, violet eyes. 

"Ah, ah!" it said, a little more insistently this time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you want."

Fluttershy sniffed the air, scrunching her nose as something tickled it. There was a funny smell coming from somewhere. The Everfree Forest was full of many plants and animals that all gave off their own particular scents, but they were usually musky, or bitter. This was sweet, and fruity. "Is that you?" Fluttershy said to her new acquaintance. 

"Ah, ah!" It bowed its head down, avoiding Fluttershy's gaze, so Fluttershy was looking instead inside of the flower. The smell was stronger, as though it were coming from in there. She breathed in deeply.

And started coughing. Instead of the pleasant aroma from before, she suddenly had a lungful of a thick, pungent odor that clung to her throat like a cloud. It was the same floral scent, but multiplied a thousand times stronger. It burned her nose, and she sneezed violently, barely covering her face with a hoof to keep from spraying all over her companion. "Oh!" she said, sputtering. "I'm so - achoo! - sorry!" She wiped her nose vigorously until the feeling subsided. "I don't know what came over me. I'm not usually allergic to flowers."

"Ah."

"I don't know what to feed you," Fluttershy said, packing her things away, "but if you come with me, maybe my friends will know. Would you like that?" The air was heavy, hot, on the forest floor. It was nearing noon on a summer day, and there was no wind to cool her off down here. Sweat beads formed on her forehead and her back, and she shifted uncomfortably as she felt them roll down her sides. A nice cup of iced tea would be wonderful right now, Fluttershy thought, and she stood up to put her saddlebags back on again. Her back legs were stiff, and as she stretched them out, she could feel the heat building in her neck, in her chest, in her- "Oh dear," she said.

Even years after entering adulthood, the feeling was still strange and foreign. Fluttershy recognized it well enough, the signs of that seasonal intruder on her quiet life, the harbinger of several days spent inside, hiding from everypony and everything. She wasn't just hot, she was in heat.

What am I going to do? she thought. The plant-pony was watching her intently, its head cocked at an angle. I wasn't supposed to start again until the end of the summer. I can't go to Zecora's like this... Blood was pumping in her ears, and she could feel her nether region beginning to slicken. She squeezed her hind legs together, trying to clamp down the sensations coming from back there, but the movement only aggravated the problem. 

"Ah, ah."

"I'm sorry," Fluttershy said, her voice half a moan. "I have to go." She didn't want to abandon it, but she couldn't very well stay the way she was feeling. She flapped her wings and tried to lift off the ground, but both limbs were rigid with the increased blood flow, and she went nowhere. Her legs were wooden and unresponsive, and a step forward only drove her to her knees as desire raged inside her. Unable to flee and in complete confusion about her situation, Fluttershy simply curled up into a ball and closed her eyes to wait for the urges to pass. She whimpered, wondering what strange beasts would try to eat her while she was like this, but there was little else she could do.

A furry touch was at her cheek. It nuzzled her, prodding her gently with the tip of its nose. Fluttershy's cheeks burned like fire as she blushed. The creature's slightest touch had put a dozen shameful thoughts in her head, each more perverted than the last. "Go," she managed to squeeze out as her muscles tensed, her marehood clenching in anticipation. She could feel herself winking, the small button of her clitoris displaying itself for anypony to see. Fluttershy curled up even tighter, wishing a hole would open up in the ground and swallow her completely.

"Ah, ah." Something wet and firm ran from the base of her slit to her clit. Fluttershy shrieked and her eyes flew open. The plant-pony had slipped around behind her and was crouched down, its face buried between Fluttershy's haunches. At the noise, it lifted its head and stared at her. Fluttershy's juices dripped from its tongue, which lolled languidly from its mouth.

"You can't... you shouldn't," Fluttershy began to say, but the single lick had enflamed Fluttershy's passion. She did not fight when her partner turned her on her back, nor when it spread her hind legs wide, exposing her lewd marehood to the forest. Without hesitation, the creature plunged back into Fluttershy's crotch, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the prostrate pegasus. 

Whatever it was, it was certainly skilled in this. It ran its mouth along the inside of her thighs, planting kisses in the soft fur. As it neared the fiery center, it began adding small bites, nibbling on the skin just enough for Fluttershy to feel it. When it reached the wet hole, it stopped its caresses, waiting with its muzzle just inches away. Fluttershy whimpered, the plant-pony's breath chilling the exposed petals of the flower of her marehood. She reached down, blind instinct taking over as she tried to pull the creature towards her desire. It leaned back, just out of reach.

"Please..." she moaned, the word coming out in small gasps. "I... need you there."



The plant-pony licked delicately along the outer lips of her pussy, teasing Fluttershy with butterfly-light touches. Nectar leaked from Fluttershy's flower, tickling her puckered hole as it dripped down the crevice between her flanks. Her partner, noticing the fluids, licked from the base of her tail up to her clitoris. Fluttershy rewarded the gesture with even more mare cum and a high-pitched moan. 

The creature grinned, then thrust the length of its tongue into Fluttershy's hole. Fluttershy gasped for breath as her entire world restricted to It writhed obscenely inside her, the organ rubbing against every part of Fluttershy's most intimate space. Its nose was bumping against her clit as well, and every movement sent another spike of pleasure rushing through her loins and up her spine. Something was building up inside her, the pressure of impending orgasm, clutched at the creature's head with her hooves, trying to keep it there, keep the pleasure flowing.

All at once the sensation stopped, as the plant-pony withdrew its tongue from Fluttershy's insides with a wet sucking noise. The creature pulled back and Fluttershy relaxed, breathing heavily as she stared up into the canopy. She groaned with disappointment. I was so close, she thought.

"Ah, ah." Fluttershy looked down her chest at her partner. It was sitting on its rear, mirroring Fluttershy with its hind legs spread wide. It had mare parts just like her own, with thin lips opening gently and oozing a clear fluid, small pert nipples on two mounds of flesh just above the crotch. She was beautiful.

Through the haze of arousal and desire, Fluttershy could sense that the plant-pony wanted something. "Do you want me to... lick you too?" Fluttershy asked. A blush spread to her already-red face at the question. Normally, she would never have been so bold, but her heat was doing strange things to her sense of propriety.

It shook its head. "Ah, ah," it said, shifting forward. Its leg touched Fluttershy's, the hot green fur rubbing the yellow, sweat from both animals mingling together. 

"What do you- oh!" Fluttershy said, as the plant-pony closed the gap and made its intentions clear. 

Deftly positioned so that its right leg was between Fluttershy's legs and its left was on the outside, the creature leaned back and jammed its crotch into Fluttershy's. The two marehoods mashed together, the juices from each mixing with a squelch. Fluttershy's head jerked back as the new pleasure overwhelmed her. Unable to think or move, Fluttershy lay helplessly as the plant-pony began to rock back and forth, thrusting its pussy against her with increasing speed. 

Each thrust pushed some part against Fluttershy's clitoris - now scratchy fur, now soaking pussy lips - and Fluttershy was moaning endlessly. The dirt from the road was getting under the fur on her back, and she knew she must be filthy, but she was somehow unable to care or even give it a second thought. The pleasure was all she could think of now. She was not unfamiliar to the feeling of orgasm, having given in to her baser desires before, when trapped in her cottage with the heat and a particularly large carrot, but what was building in her loins now felt... different, more intense, more full, more... better! 

The plant-pony was grunting, forcing itself against Fluttershy with more and more urgency as Fluttershy's flanks began to burn from the strain of holding her legs up in the air. The trees above her, the smell of earth and sweat, the entire world seemed to Fluttershy to reduce to the point of contact between them. All she could feel was the wonderful touch when the plant-pony pushed into her and the terrible absence when it pulled away. Then, a final thrust brought its hard clit crashing into hers, and a lightning storm of pleasure flew through Fluttershy's body. She screamed as a dam burst inside her, her juices spilling out wildly. Her whole body shuddered, legs flailing and her marehood clenching on emptiness. 

When she regained her senses, Fluttershy felt gentle licks between her legs. She peeked down and saw her partner sucking up the fluids she had made. Her lower body was soaked in them, though the plant-pony was doing an admirable job in cleaning her. Fluttershy lay back, enjoying the tongue bath as her muscles loosened. 

When she felt in control of her body again, she sat up. The creature was seated a little ways away, watching her. "Um... Thank you," Fluttershy said. 

"Ah, ah." It stared at her, deep purple eyes unblinking.

"What kind of animal are you?" she asked. "Are you a pony?" It said nothing. Fluttershy lowered her gaze, which fell on her saddlebags. "Oh!" Fluttershy gasped, sitting straight up. "Twilight and Zecora are still waiting for me!" She stood up and put the bags over her back. "My friends are probably really worried about me. I need to get to them so they know I'm okay."

The plant-pony did nothing.

"Okay, then," Fluttershy said. "I really have to go, I'm sorry." She started to trot down the path to Zecora's, then stopped at the sound of hooves behind her. It was following her. "Did, did you want to come with me?" It nodded.

"Oh, um, all right, then. I guess Zecora and Twilight won't mind." The creature beamed brightly and nuzzled Fluttershy's side. Fluttershy wrinkled her nose at the feeling of stickiness that lingered on its snout. "Maybe we should wash up first, though."

***

Fluttershy pushed open the door to Zecora's hut. Wooden masks of all shapes and sizes hung from the walls, and a large cauldron bubbled in the center of the room. "We made it! We made it!" she called out, eager to put her friends' fears to rest. They were surely going crazy with worry, and Fluttershy felt terrible about scaring them like that. "I'm so sorry we're late."

"Oh, hi, Fluttershy." Twilight was sitting at a low table, holding a mug of tea. Zecora sat opposite her, also drinking from a wooden cup. "I didn't even notice you weren't here. Zecora was telling me about the magic from her homeland." Zecora waved and gestured for the pegasus to take a seat at the table. "It's good to see you again!" Twilight continued. "Who's your friend?"

The plant-pony, who Fluttershy had taken to calling 'Petal,' was crouched behind Fluttershy. "It's okay," Fluttershy said, cajoling the creature out of hiding. "They're not going to hurt you. Twilight and Zecora are my friends I told you about." Slowly, Petal revealed herself. 

Twilight brightened at the prospect of introducing herself to a prospective friend, then frowned in confusion. "How did she do that to her hair?"

"Oh, that is her hair," Fluttershy said, but Zecora interrupted.

"Do not worry about her hair! This pony here is very rare. I speak the truth or my name is not Zecora - what you have found is a maredragora!"

Twilight and Fluttershy stared at Zecora nonplussed as Petal, grown more confident in her surroundings, began sniffing at a vase sitting against the wall. "A maredragora?" Twilight said. "What is that?"

"The maredragora is half-pony, half-plant. Don't ask me to explain how - I can't." Zecora walked to where Petal was standing and took her hoof. Petal shivered, but calmed when Zecora said, "Oh, pony deep in the Everfree residing, what caused you now to come out of hiding?"

Petal stiffened, her eyes opening wide, then dashed to Fluttershy's side, where she cowered, quaking silently. Fluttershy shushed her.

Zecora was silent in thought for a moment, then said, "The maredragora is of the most timid kind. You never see one unless they are so inclined. I would like to be enlightened as to what made this mare so frightened."

But Petal refused to give any hint to what had driven her out of the depths of the Everfree Forest, even when Fluttershy asked very quietly. Finally, the three gave up questioning her and returned to the table to drink tea. Petal did not have a cup, but contented herself with cuddling next to Fluttershy, her flower sending a soft, pleasant perfume over the group.

"I'll send a letter to Princess Celestia as soon as I get home," Twilight said. "I've never heard of a 'maredragora' before, but I'm sure the Princess has. We'll learn more about her, Fluttershy."

The pegasus nodded and smiled down at her new friend. The maredragora had fallen asleep, and was breathing softly, her leaves fluttering against her forehead. "There, there," she whispered, patting her. "Everything's going to be fine."
> Rarity and the Slime
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"Many explorers underestimate the slime's ability as a creature and tend to fall to their large determination. Even though they can be absent-minded much of the time, once a slime sees a victim they want, they never avert their gaze." - The Equestrian Explorer's Encyclopedia of the Equine-Monstrum 

It was all too confusing, Rarity was thinking as she entered her shop and flipped the sign from 'closed' to 'open'. Fluttershy was living with a "maredragora", a plant that was also a pony - or was it a pony that was also a plant? Rarity blushed again as she recalled Fluttershy's announcement. It had become very strained and awkward when, after much hemming and hawing, her five friends understood the extent of the pegasus's relationship with the maredragora. "But, if that's what Fluttershy wishes," Rarity said aloud as she levitated her hat and sunglasses to their appropriate place, "then of course I will support her in it."

Privately, Rarity thought that a tree made the best possible companion for the poor girl. Neither was very good with words.

"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity called out. Carousel Boutique was quiet, which meant that her sister was most likely not in. "Sweetie Belle!" Rarity yelled again anyway. She spotted a note on the table next to her sewing machine. 

"Hi Rarity! I went swimming with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. I'll be back for dinner. I love you! - Sweetie Belle." The 'i's were all dotted with little pink hearts. 

Smiling, Rarity set the note back down and trotted into the kitchen. To be honest, Rarity thought, a swim sounds divine right now, if only I could do it without mussing up my hair too badly. Maybe Twilight knows a spell... She pulled a pitcher from the refrigerator and, bringing down a cup from the cabinet, poured a tall glass of orange juice. She seated herself at the kitchen table and drank most of it in a few quick gulps.

"Delicious!" she said, dabbing at her mouth daintily with a napkin. The chilled drink was just what she needed this hot summer afternoon. Why, she could feel the sweat pouring off her back during the walk back from Fluttershy's cottage, and that wasn't even fifteen minutes away. That was the worst part of summer, to feel drops of sweat slipping between your flanks and be unable to do anything about it. It was most indecent to wipe oneself in public, much less anywhere near the rear. 

Condensate was forming on the sides of the glass, a testament to the sticky heat Rarity was enduring. She placed the glass in the sink and wiped the table dry before the water could ruin the finish. Walking back into the studio, she sat down at her easel. Bon-Bon had commissioned an elegant dress for an upcoming wedding, and Rarity had been in the middle of sketching out a few ideas when Twilight called her away to Fluttershy's cottage. There were a few lines here and there - Rarity was thinking something round to match the earth pony's hair - but nothing substantial.

The sun beat down on her through the wide window. Distracted, Rarity looked out at the sky. Not a cloud in sight, so no hope for any respite from the heat. She tugged the curtains closed, but that only made the room stuffy, the heat more oppressive. Trying to ignore the temperature, Rarity took a piece of charcoal and drew a handful of bold lines. A bead of sweat fell from her forehead and landed on the page.

"Argh!" Rarity grunted, throwing up her hooves. It was no use, she couldn't concentrate in this heat. She stood up from the easel and paced the room. If only there were some way to cool off quickly so she could get back to work. Her eyes fell again on Sweetie Belle's note.

"I~de~a!" she shouted cheerfully. With a thought, she turned the sign on the door from 'open' back to 'closed' and drew the shades over it. Grinning widely, she turned and dashed up the stairs, as quickly as her lady-like demeanor would allow. 

***

With the bathroom door shut, Rarity turned on the faucets full blast. Water spilled out into the porcelain tub, the sound positively delicious to Rarity's ears. She flipped a switch, and with a small grinding noise, the water was diverted from the spigot to the showerhead. Cool liquid spilled over Rarity's forelegs, and the mare shivered at the prospect of a relaxing shower. 

While she waited for the water to warm up, Rarity removed her makeup with a delicate wipe, then collected soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a loofah and placed them on a stand next to the tub. With a flick of magic, a radio by the sink came to life and the soothing voice of Moonbeam Nights filled the room. A squirt in the bath of something purple from a bottle from the Spa, and she could smell lavender. 

Rarity was quite happy with her bathroom. It wasn't as grandiose as the baths at the Spa, of course, but the tile walls and the soft rug under her hooves, the sparkling full mirrors and griffon-made faucets, it all built to a beautiful aesthetic. She loved to relax in the bath after a long day of dress-making. Fill it up with water, add a few rose petals, a scented candle or two, and she would settle in for an hour with her latest romance novel. 

But for now, a quick shower would suffice. The water was quite hot - hot water cleans better, and makes hot air outside seem cooler when one is finished - so Rarity pulled back the shower curtain and stepped inside. She gasped as the water struck her mane and back, the heat of it sinking down underneath her coat and massaging her skin. She spun slowly in place, letting the water soak every part of her, rinsing away the dirt and dust of everyday life. Save the spa for another day, she told herself. This is heaven to me right now. 

Her mind began to wander, as it often did, as she lathered up the loofah with her fruit-scented body wash. Fluttershy and a tree-pony-thing, she thought as she rubbed the soap over her legs. How did that happen? Steam was rising around her, the shower curtain billowed gently, and Moonbeam's silky sensuous voice was floating in to her. Seriously, though. It eats her... ahem... feminine juices. How does such a monster even exist?

Twilight had shown them all a book, The Explorer's Encyclopedia of Something something-or-other, that had pages and pages of all sorts of monsters, monsters that none of them had ever heard of before, monsters that - Rarity shivered a little - all made love to their victims. What kind of animal does that? Rarity thought as she drew the loofah over her cutie mark. Just finds a random pony and forces them to perform such crude acts... Soap suds dripped down the blue trio of diamonds and fell into the water, purple pools of bubbles.  She turned around, allowing the spray of the shower to rinse her flanks clean.

She was starting to feel warm. Her face was flushed, and it wasn't just the heat of the shower. Rarity wondered how Fluttershy and her marefriend - Petal, was it? - did it. Did they kiss first? What did a maredragora taste like? What did Fluttershy taste like, for that matter? Did the maredragora kiss Fluttershy on the neck? Or the wings? On her round flank with the cute butterflies? Rarity stroked her neck as water continued to cascade over her back. Did the maredragora push Fluttershy's head down, leaving her gorgeous derriere up high, ripe for her to lean in and lick those dainty petals? 

Her hoof snaked between her rear legs and found a soaked marehood awaiting it. It wasn't all from the shower either. Rarity pressed hard, eager to feel that delightful pressure. A soft stroke, then another as fire spread from the center of her loins to her thighs and barrel, and another until she was rubbing herself furiously. "What were the chaaaances?" Moonbeam sang, nearly drowned out by Rarity's panting and the steady drizzle of water on the tub and on her. "Something in your eyes was so... inviting!" 

So entranced was she by her fantasy that it took several moments to realize that the shower had stopped. Confused (and not a little frustrated), Rarity fiddled with the faucet's handles. But even turned all the way on, nothing came out. Frowning now, she tried adjusting the showerhead with her magic, twisting it one way and another. A drop of bright blue water fell out and landed with a splash on the bottom of the tub.

"Oh, come on," Rarity muttered through clenched teeth. It had been quite some time since her last 'session', as it were, and she wanted to return to it without further delay. She went back to fiddling with the faucet. Another drop, larger this time, came out. "Almost got it..." With a sound like pudding being poured out of a cup, a torrent of blue fluid gushed out of the showerhead, hitting the floor with a muddy fwomp and splashing goo all over the inside of the shower. Rarity let out a loud "Ewwwww!" as many droplets landed on her. "What in Celestia's name is-!" 

But something stopped her from finishing the sentence. The goop began to flow downwards, trickling down the shower curtain and off of Rarity, collecting in a big lump. And then the lump began to rise. Horrified, Rarity watched as the slimy substance began to take a shape, a limb bulging out here, thickening and solidifying into a leg, then another, and a large growth in between that twisted and flattened until it looked uncannily like a pony's head, complete with ears, eyes, and mouth. The eye looked at her, then blinked, and Rarity could see through them the pipe leading up to the showerhead, and the pattern on the curtain. The pony's "hair" was done up in familiar   curls, and something about the shape of the eyes gave her an uncanny sense of deja vu. And then she realized. Standing opposite her in her own private shower was a transparent, aqua-blue pile of slime that looked exactly like her.

Rarity shrieked and tried to jump out of the bath. A streamer of goo shot out from the base of the monster and wrapped around her leg, hauling her back down into the tub. The wet feeling of warm goo on her freshly-washed coat made Rarity groan in disgust. "Ewww!" she said again, even as she tried pulling away. But whatever it was made of, she was stuck fast - the slime-thing refused to let her go.

It only looked like her from the hips forward. Below that was just a blob of the blue goop. It held its forelegs outstretched to her, as though it were trying to hug. Rarity scrabbled backwards, her hooves slipping on the slick porcelain, only to catch onto the shower curtain and pull it down on top of her. The scene was surreal - there she was, lying in the bath, soaking wet on her body and between her legs, Moonbeam Nights warbling from the tinny radio and a blue plastic sheet covering her, while something from a horror movie had latched onto her and was pulling her closer, inch by inch. She gripped her hooves around the rim of the tub, but the monster tugged harder. Trying to concentrate, she put her energy towards a blast of magic, the defensive kind Twilight had taught after that incident with Discord, but then the thing was on her and she found herself quite distracted.

In a moment, the slime had engulfed her lower half up to her cutie mark. The sparks from her horn fizzled as the goo flowed over her marehood, shattering her concentration. Slime wriggled between her nether lips, parting them and exposing her inner flower. "Nnnnn~" Rarity grunted as it rubbed over her sensitive area in a continuous current, sending a steady steam of pleasure through her body.  She tried to push herself up again, but found that all her strength had left her. As the thing continued its ministrations, a sudden realization struck her. "You must - oh! - be one of those - ng! - monster things Twilight was talking about." Her teeth clenched with every movement of the slime. "So you're probably not going to - mmm! - hurt me, then."

The warm sensations were making her head feel fuzzy, and with a moan she leaned back, resting her head against the gentle curve of the tub. As the monster continued its work, Rarity relaxed, letting her back legs spread wide as she rested her forelimbs on the rim of the tub. The slime stared at her, blinking questioningly at the change in attitude. "Go on, then," Rarity said. "You've already made quite a mess of things, so a little more won't hurt." 

A thick rope of slime forced its way inside her marehood, the sudden intrusion making Rarity gasp. It filled her like nothing ever had before, spilling into every fold and every crevice like a liquid, but still firm and unyielding as her inner muscles clamped down. She shook, her eyes closed and her whole body tensing as waves of ecstasy flowed through her. The slime withdrew, then thrust, marvelously hitting every sensitive spot. Unable to stop herself, Rarity felt her tongue loll out of her mouth in a most un-ladylike way. It just felt too good. She couldn't even think about how hard it was going to be to wash this stuff out of her fur afterwards.

The slime settled into a steady rhythm: long, hard thrusts with quick withdraws. Rarity's entire lower body was inside the slime, and it kept a running current going, so it felt like a dozen gentle hooves were massaging her. She was quivering, her breath coming out in sharp gasps. "S-s-screw the spa-a-a-ah!" Her voiced trailed into a squeak after a particularly deft maneuver by the monster. "I think I'll keep you-oh-oh!"

Seemingly without effort, the slime dragged her down and flipped her over, so that her stomach was flat on the bottom of the tub. "That was quite rude!" Rarity said indignantly, looking back at the slime. It was towering over her now, still with her appearance, but now smiling wickedly. A tendril of goop wormed its way beneath her, wriggling against her barrel until it popped out under her chin. Rarity followed it with her eyes as it stood up straight, thickened, and began probing her face, bumping against her cheek and nose.

"What are you-?" Rarity started to say, but she found the answer as soon as she opened her mouth. With a jolt, the slime pushed inside her marehood again, shoving her forward. Just as suddenly, the tentacle found her mouth and slipped inside with a loud squelch. 

Unused to this new violation, Rarity tried to protest, but the thick slime in her mouth gagged her. It tasted like fresh water, and the smell of lavender was heavy in her nostrils. A shudder went through the slime, as though it were adjusting itself to the new stimulation, and it began to piston into her again. Alternating between both ends, it roughly crammed into her pussy, then withdrew and pushed into her mouth, then reversed. Rarity's cheeks bulged as she struggled to take in the monster's length. It prodded against the back of her throat, trying to slip even further inside her.

Rarity moaned, burbling into the goo, as the slime changed its attack. It split the tentacle ravaging her rear into several smaller ones, each of which curved to scrape deliciously against her inner walls as they pulled out. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her body went limp with the intoxication of being fucked from both ends. 

Both tentacles thrust hard a final time, then withdrew slowly, leaving Rarity gasping for air and angered at just how empty she could feel. "Are you - cough - done already?" Rarity asked. A line of spittle drooled out of her mouth. "It isn't right to leave a lady unsatis- oh! What are you doing?" 

The slime pushed Rarity forward until she left the monster's grip with a wet thlurp. Her ass was slimy and cold from being exposed to the air again, and Rarity dropped her tail down to cover herself. The thing grabbed her purple tail at the base and pulled up, showing off her plot for anyone to see. With a "hoof", the monster rubbed her flanks, moving closer and closer to the center until it stopped on her pink rosebud. 

Rarity tensed, her pucker clenching tight against intrusion. She did not consider herself to be "prudish" in sexual matters. While not quite at Pinkie Pie's level of depravity, she had been with more than a couple partners, and had tried a good many things. But she had never tried anal. As far as Rarity was concerned, the anus was only important for the removal of waste from the body. It was a disgusting process, and putting anything into her anus was even more so! 

"No, no!" Rarity said. "You are not going in there." As if it hadn't heard her, the slime pressed its hoof harder against her plothole. "I said nooo-oo!"

The monster's leg morphed, the hoof became thinner and cone-shaped, and it just slipped into her ass. Being made of lubricant helped.

Reflexively, Rarity clamped down on the intruder, her ass muscles squeezing the slime viciously. But even as she voiced her objections - and even a few choice, uncouth profanities - the feeling of being stretched, of having such a large thing in so tight a space, got to her. Her protests trailed off into a moan of "Oh Celestiaaa~".

Apparently satisfied that she was satisfied, the slime began to move, pulling and pushing its foreleg into her. Rarity squealed as each thrust went deeper and deeper. Just when Rarity thought it couldn't possibly go further, it stopped, buried deep in her ass. Rarity lay there, breathing heavily and quivering with the sensation.

The two tentacles from before rose up and resumed their chores.

In a flurry of movement, Rarity had something in all three holes. The one in her ass moved with the one in her pussy, both thrusting in and pulling out at the same time. They alternated with the one shoving itself down her throat, so it felt like a couple of stallions were playing tug-of-war on a rope that went through her body. 

Rarity had never felt so deliciously full, or so wonderfully ravaged. She groaned continuously, though the sounds were lost in the goo in her mouth. A few thin strands of slime had wrapped around her clit and her nipples and were tugging on them gently, only adding to the mountainous pleasure she was feeling. She rocked back and forth with it, forcing herself down on the slime to get it inside her as best she could. 

Another tentacle split from the one in her mouth. This new one wriggled a bit, then shot to her forehead, where it enveloped her horn and began squeezing and jerking it like a hand. The new stimulation was too much for her already over-stimulated mind, and Rarity came.

Fluid gushed out of her marehood, soaking into the slime's bloated body. Her ass and pussy spasmed, clenching down hard on the slime, which thankfully stayed firm. Stars burst in her eyes as blue sparks shot from her horn, fizzling in the slime. Her whole body shook like a leaf in a storm, and her eyes clamped shut.

The orgasm lasted several seconds. When it was over, the slime pulled itself out of her and recollected at one end of the tub. Rarity lay on the porcelain, breathing in the scent of lavender and marecum, until she regained her senses and opened her eyes. She stood on very shaky legs and turned to face her assailant. Her jaw was sore, and she knew she would feel it in her rear very soon.

"I... I should probably call Twilight."

***

Twilight glanced curiously around Rarity's bedroom. "I thought you wanted to ask me something about the Equestrian Equine Explorer's Guide to the Equine-Monstrum," she said.

Rarity gestured towards the bathroom door. "Just through there, please." Twilight nodded and trotted through. Rarity followed behind and, with a touch of magic, drew back the shower curtains.

Inside was the slime, still maintaining Rarity's appearance. It beamed when it saw the unicorn, and held its legs up for an embrace.

"You too, huh?" Twilight said. Rarity grinned shamefacedly, and explained what had happened, leaving out a few key points.

Flipping through a thick book of strange drawings and cramped text, Twilight looked between the creature and the pages until she stopped at one. "It's called a 'slime'," Twilight said. "They live near rivers and lakes, places where they can get to water easily. If they're away from water for too long, they can dry up and die." She stared down at the slime, which looked back up at her with wide eyes. "This one probably got into the water tower somehow, and traveled here through the pipes." She frowned suspiciously. "They're not supposed to come this close to where ponies live, though, so I'm not sure how it would have ended up in the water tower..."

Levitating a quill and notebook out of her saddlebag, Twilight took down a few notes. "That's weird," she said to herself. "These monsters never come into the safe zones, and now we've got two... I wonder..." She snapped the book shut, startling Rarity, who had been reading over her shoulder. "I want to study this a little more. This kind of slime can't talk, but maybe Fluttershy knows a way to ask it questions."

"I'm sorry, did you say, 'this kind of slime'?"

"Yes," Twilight said. "There are all sorts of slimes, according to the Guide. In fact, you're lucky this one wasn't green - those ones are acidic!" Rarity paled (as much as a pony with a white coat can pale). "Anyway, I'll go ahead and teleport it over to my lab for you, get it out of your shower."

"No!" Rarity blurted out. Twilight stared in surprise, and Rarity blushed. "I, uh, it, I think it likes it here." Indeed, the slime had become fascinated with the spigots and was playing with them and burbling happily. "And I don't mind it so much." She started to sweat under Twilight's questioning glare. "It washes off with water, and it even rejuvenates the skin!"

Twilight continued to stare, then rolled her eyes and muttered, "All the ponies in this town are crazy."

After a few more questions and copious note-taking, Twilight took her leave. Rarity saw her to the door and, after agreeing to let Twilight examine the slime further when needed, waved goodbye to her friend. The sun was setting in the west, casting long shadows over the road, but the heat of the day lingered. A bead of sweat dripped down Rarity's forehead, and she wiped it away with a hoof.

"Phew!" she said. "I could really use a shower."

***

A/N: Thanks for sticking with me. Had to write through finals, and it was tough going. Next up is Applejack, and I've got her chapter all planned out. If you have an idea for a monster that Pinkie Pie could have fun with, though, leave a comment or send me a PM and let me know. That pony is hard to pair up. If you enjoyed the story, a thumb, a comment, or a track would all be much appreciated. If not, leave a comment and let me know why! - In_The_Sun
> Octavia and the Octomare
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"The octomare is a distant relative to the seapony, and in fact will sometimes pretend to be a seapony to lure unsuspecting victims to their embrace. But while seaponies are kind, generous, and open, octomares are much more closed, secretive, and violent. Do not be deceived by their appearance, for they truly are monsters." - The Equestrian Explorer's Encyclopedia of the Equine-Monstrum

The crowd clapped their hooves, then quickly returned to their conversations. Octavia sighed, lowered her bow, and dropped to all fours, resting the cello on her shoulder. On either side, her fellow musicians shifted, placing their instruments down and stretching. They had been playing for close to an hour, now. Harpo coughed, then said, “Shall we take a short break for refreshments before we begin again?” Beauty Brass and Frederick Horseshoepan nodded.

“But they loved us so much,” Octavia said, rolling her eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be at the hors d’oeuvre table.” She placed her cello down gently on its stand on the marble dais and walked off towards the food. 

This being one of the finer Canterlot garden parties, what food was served proved to be of little substance, mainly hard bread and tiny diced tomatoes and onions, and to take more than a single serving was quite the faux pas. Still, Octavia piled as much food as she could on the tiny paper plate and carried it to an empty table. She sat heavily on the grass and took a bite of the “delicacy.” It tasted awful.

“Why, hello there, Miss. Fancypants, at your service.” An older unicorn with a blue mustache and monocle had joined her at the table. 

“Can I help you?” Octavia didn’t even bother looking at the stallion, even though his fine suit marked him as a pony of no little wealth. 

Fancypants seemed taken aback, and hesitated. Catching himself, he said, “I simply wanted to complement you on your music. Your rendition of Beethoofen’s Fifth, adapted for four instruments, was brilliant.”

Octavia pushed her plate away. “I’m glad somepony noticed. We’re more like background music than anything else.”

“Nonsense!” Fancypants interjected. “Your show was quite riveting, and I-” A white-coated mare slunk between the two, cutting off the unicorn’s complement.

“Fancypants, darling,” she said, “you were just about to tell us about your confab with Princess Luna, were you not?”

Fancypants adjusted his monocle guiltily. “Ah, yes, I was.” He smiled warmly to Octavia. “Do carry on,” he said as the mare pulled him away. “I’ll be watching!”

“Well that’s one pony, then,” Octavia muttered. She stood up and, leaving her uneaten plate of food, trotted back to the stage where her partners were gathering again. The stars glittered coolly above them, but the air was stale, hot and unmoving. Octavia could feel the sweat forming under her mane, which she pulled back with a grimace before sighing again. This night was just the latest night in a long string of boring, uncomfortable, unmemorable nights, all exactly the same. Here she was, playing for a crowd of high-class socialites, all keeping an eye on the dress of the pony to their left while plying the pony to their right with insufferable stories about their connections. Not one of them cared one bit for the music - the hostess might as well have hired a DJ with a set of classical records. “I used to be first chair for the Canterlot Royal Orchestra. The Canterlot Chronicle said my rendition of Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 was ‘enchanting.’ Equestria Daily called it a ‘riveting performance.’ What am I doing here?”

“You’re supposed to be performing Manezart’s Concerto with us,” Beauty Brass whispered angrily as she adjusted her sousaphone. “Hurry up.”

Octavia blinked, then rose onto her hind legs to hold her cello. A quick nod to Frederick at the piano, and she began. Drawing her bow across the strings, Octavia looked out over the crowd. Nopony noticed they had started playing again. Even Fancypants was too captivated by his conversation with a pair of well-dressed stallions to look up at the stage. Octavia closed her eyes, felt the music pouring out from under her hooves, and for a moment she could remember the crowd in the Royal Municipal Theater, feel their combined gaze as they watched and listened to her with rapt attention, to her, to Octavia. Then she opened her eyes again, and no one was looking back at her.

There was a splash behind her. Octavia glanced back, still half a mind on the music she was playing. The pool, one of the largest ponds that collected from Canterlot’s great waterfall, glistened under the night sky. Its border, a low wall of chiseled stone, ran up against the edge of the stage Octavia was using. A small hill of rock thrust up out of the center of the pond, dark in the light of the moon and the yellow paper lanterns that festooned the party. There was no sign of what had made the sound. 

“Hmm.” Octavia turned to her cello again, trying to concentrate on matching her companions in the song. Another splash. Octavia managed to get out a quick “What is-” before something grabbed her ankle and pulled her off her hooves.

Her cello fell over with a terrible spang! as Octavia lost control of it and fell herself. She hit the marble hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Beauty Brass screamed as whatever it was began pulling Octavia back towards the pond. She struggled, her hooves sliding on the polished marble, but the thing on her leg did not relent. Slipping through the air with a sickening lurch, she was over the edge and under the water.

She was being dragged away from the wall, towards the center. She tried to scream, but water filled her mouth, choking her. Octavia tried to cough, to expel the water from her lungs, but there was no air, and it was pulling her down, away from the light and warmth of the party and into the murky depths of the basin.

Suddenly, air. Hacking, Octavia expelled several mouthfuls of water from her lungs. There was solid ground beneath her back, scraping against her fur. The grip on her leg tightened and she was pulled violently up into the air. Her mane spilled earth-ward as she was held upside-down, water streaming over her face and into her hair. Through blurred eyes, she had her first view of her attacker.

She had a pale blue coat, and a purple mane that was long and bedraggled and dripped water down her cheeks. Her eyes were blue as well, the deep blue of the ocean, and she had a cutie mark that looked like three wavy lines on her flank. But as Octavia’s eyes traveled down the mare’s body, she came to the most confusing and terrifying part. Where the mare should have had two blue legs to go with her forelimbs, there were instead eight long octopus tentacles. Octavia had been taken so abruptly that she hadn’t even realized the danger she was in. She began to scream.

Her yells echoed over the garden party. Frowning, the octopus-mare whipped one of her tentacles around Octavia’s mouth, silencing her. The earth pony tried to bite her, but her teeth just sunk into the spongy flesh and slid off without leaving a mark. Octavia lashed out with her legs, but the tentacles quickly grabbed those as well. Having completely immobilized her, the octopus-pony lifted her until she was staring Octavia in the eyes. “Stop struggling,” she said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

She flipped Octavia right-side up again. “I heard you playing. It was... Beautiful.” The mare sighed longingly. “I’ve never heard anything like that before. Haunting? Is that the right word?” The world spun as Octavia was flipped around. A pair of strong legs wrapped around her barrel and the octopony whispered in her ear. “I want to make you feel as good as your music made me.”

Octavia tensed as a tentacle slipped under her tail. Small circular suction cups tugged at the sensitive skin around her marehood. “Mmmm!” Octavia cried under the fleshy gag. The octopony ignored her, and began to stroke Octavia’s mound with her rubbery arm. With a jolt, Octavia realized the octopony’s intentions. She squirmed desperately against her captor, but every motion was restrained by the mare’s powerful arms. 

The tentacle stroking her crotch was joined by another, and the two alternated, sliding back and forth over the black skin around her holes. Octavia shrieked, struggling even harder. Her eyes rolled wildly over the scene. It seemed like every face in the crowd stared back at her. Watching her every move. Paying attention to her. 

Moisture formed between her legs. Just a little, but Octavia recognized it for what it was. No, she thought desperately. As if sensing the change, the head of a tentacle probed her lips, teasing them apart. Octavia wiggled, trying to shut her legs, but she could feel it searching, probing, like it had a mind of its own. With a sharp push, the tentacle slipped inside her.

Octavia gasped as the rough friction tugged at her insides. The sliminess of the octomare and the tiny bit of wetness inside her had given the arm entrance, but not freedom of movement. Octavia grunted as the tentacle pulled and twisted at her inner walls. 

“Look at that mare!” came a shout from across the water. “Somebody get her down!” said another. Octavia’s eyes spun through the crowd. One mare had fainted. Others were covering their mouths to hide their expressions of shock. A couple of stallions were pacing back and forth nervously at the water’s edge, as though debating whether to rescue her or keep dry. Somewhere, somepony was screaming. 

Fluid leaked out of her marehood, and the tentacle was suddenly sliding much more quickly. The octomare stopped, a look of surprise on her face. “Do you like this?” she whispered in Octavia’s ear. Octavia shook her head, blushing, even as the lubrication flooding her lower half betrayed her. “You do like it,” the octomare whispered in awe. “You like being humiliated, being held up in front of all these high-class ponies and fucked hard.” She resumed thrusting her tentacle into Octavia and the earth pony moaned through her gag. “Let’s give them a show, then.”

The tentacle was pounding into her now. All she could feel was the incredible way it slipped and sucked at her insides, sending bursts of pleasure throughout her body. Octavia let out tiny yelps with each thrust of the octomare’s arm, much to her own embarrassment. The crowd of ponies watching had only swelled as more and more unicorns joined. She wanted to call for help, to ask why nopony was calling the guards, but her tongue was lolling out of her mouth obscenely and she couldn’t find the composure to speak at all. 

“You’re a good little mare, aren’t you?” the octopony was saying. Her voice was deep and husky, secretive, as though she and Octavia were in on a joke together, a prank they were pulling on the ponies watching. “You just love to perform.”

She pulled the tentacle free from Octavia’s nethers. Her vagina clenched on the emptiness, spasming until another thick arm reached in to replace it. The first tentacle, now glistening with Octavia’s wetness, began to prod gently at something just below the base of her tail. Octavia’s eyes shot wide open. She’d never had anything back there, no toys or anything. She clenched tight, but the octomare whispered reassurances into her ear. “Let me in,” she muttered. “It’ll feel good, I promise. Just think of all these ponies watching you! Don’t you want to give them a ‘riveting performance’?” The octomare’s tone was playful, mocking, and Octavia quivered as her hot breath spilled over her ear. Despite herself, Octavia relaxed, and the waiting tentacle rushed in.

There was pain at first, as her ass was stretched wide to accommodate the beast. But the pain melted into ecstasy as the horrified gasps and shouts of her now certainly captive audience reached Octavia’s ears. The two limbs in her rear were sliding back and forth, separated only by the thinnest of fleshy walls. Octavia could feel every ridge, every bulge, every sucker on the tentacles as they went in and out of her, pulsing with the heartbeat of the octomare. Electric shocks emanated from her crotch, sending fire to her head and hooves. Octavia was dimly aware that the octopony was only holding her up. It was no longer restraining her legs - she was holding them out wide of her own volition. 

“Everypony’s watching you,” came that throaty voice again in her ear. “Doesn’t that just drive you wild?” Her hips began bucking against the tentacles, trying to push as much of them inside her as she could. Octavia began to moan loudly, and she spread herself out even wider. Something was building up inside her, like a balloon expanding. With a rough hoof, the octomare pulled Octavia’s head to the side and thrust her mouth against the earth pony’s. A hot, wet tongue forced its way between her lips, and Octavia groaned against it. Her eyes rolled wildly, taking in every part of the scene, from the dark night sky and the steel-black water to the dozens of ponies watching her with bated breath, waiting for her grand finale. And so she gave it to them.

Like an over-filled water balloon, Octavia felt like she burst. Every muscle in her body tensed, and then she screamed in pleasure as fluid gushed out of her in a spray, raining down on the rock and some even splashing in the water. She remained transfixed for several more moments, until the orgasm had passed through her, and then she relaxed, drooping in her captor’s grip. The octopony laid her gently, lovingly down on the stone. “Beautiful,” she said. “They’ll be talking about this in Canterlot for years to come.” Turning, the octopony leapt into the air and dove into the water with a splash. Octavia rushed to the edge to look down after her, but all that remained of the monster were fading ripples on the surface of the pond. 

Back on the shore, ponies were clamoring loudly, and the pegasus guards had finally arrived. Breathing heavily, Octavia rolled onto her back and waited, watching passively as the guards bundled her in a blanket and hurried her to the soft grass of the Canterlot garden. Someone was sent to fetch a doctor, and the guards had pushed the inquisitive unicorns back to form a ring of eyes all watching her. After some arguing which Octavia couldn’t quite understand, one pony pushed past the guards and came to her side. 

“Frederic,” she muttered softly. Her voice was hoarse. She must have lost it from the shouting. 

“I’m here, Octavia.” He grasped her hoof. 

“Did, what did everyone, did they see?” Octavia asked.

Frederic shifted uncomfortably. “We, um, we saw it all. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be.” Octavia smiled. “That was the best sex I’ve had in my life.”
> Applejack and the Tykes
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“It is best to save your energy and wait for the Tykes to finish. Once the victim is captured and bound, the pack will immediately initiate sex. Due to their small size, they are unable to have full intercourse and in turn rely on foreplay. Tykes are very greedy and will constantly argue and fight over the lead role. However, the arguing and fighting over the precious sexual energy does not stop them from providing great service, and is an an important part of the feeding.” - The Equestrian Explorer’s Encyclopedia of the Equine-Monstrum 

The smell of apples was heavy in the air, apples and leaves and soil. The smell of the earth. Behind her, the cart wheels squeaked and clacked as they trundled over the dirt path of the orchard. The harness dug into her back, but it was a good pressure. A heavy cart meant a full load of apples, and that made Applejack happy.

Today, she was harvesting Jonagolds. A mix of Jonathan Apples and Golden Delicious, the Jonagolds were new to the Apple family orchard. This was their first full harvest since the saplings had been brought over by the Fillydelphia Apples four years ago. Applejack looked over her shoulder at the barrels piled high with the red-and-gold apples. Granny Smith was going to make some great pie with those!

Tugging on the harness, Applejack pushed on, heading for home. The barn was out of sight, hidden by the mass of apple trees. Here in the younger section, the trees were short, with long branches that grew low to the ground and blocked the path ahead from sight. AJ enjoyed walking through the orchard more than just about anything. The sun up above casting shadows, the sound of wind rustling the branches and the occasional solid thump as a ripe apple fell to the ground. It's enough to make a gal feel downright poetic, AJ thought.

A shout broke the farm quiet. It sounded to Applejack like it came from close by, maybe a few rows away. "Ah hope those Crusaders ain't getting themselves into any trouble," she muttered as she slipped the straps. Leaving the cart, AJ pushed through the branches of the short Jonagold trees, cutting through the lines of plants. But as she neared the source of the sound, she stopped. It definitely wasn't the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

"Be quiet!" a voice snapped. It was hushed, like the speaker didn't want to be heard, but forceful. A threat of some kind lingered beneath it.

"Fuck off." The statement ended in a laugh. "Brimstone! Grab me another one of those apples!"

"Get it yourself, bitch!" There was more laughter and the sound of branches shaking as apples were picked off of them.

"It's a bunch a' rotten apple stealers!" AJ whispered. "Probably them high-schoolers from last month again." She pulled at the wall of leaves, but stopped short when she caught sight of the intruders. It wasn't the high-school ponies. She wasn't even sure they were ponies at all.

On the one hoof, the five mares did look like ponies. They had lavender manes and purple coats, four legs all present and accounted for, eyes and ears, mouths that were currently being stuffed with apples. But they also had two bat wings, a long, thin, fleshy tail with an end like a spade, and two curved horns like...

"Devils."

Granny Smith didn't have much to say on the subject of Hell, but Applejack had seen pictures in books of the things that ruled there, with cloven hooves and bat wings and wicked-looking horns. And then Twilight had told her it was a real place called Tartar Sauce, or some such, and the three-headed dog showed up, and now these things!

Unconsciously, she took a step back. If these monsters were from Hell, she was in no position to deal with them herself. She needed to get Twilight. Twilight would know what to do.

"Hellfire, Brimstone! The farmhouse is up there. If you two would stop eating, we'd have been there already!"

“Mmmm…” muttered one of the monsters. “Maybe we’ll find something even better to eat up there.”

Applejack's blood ran cold. Apple Bloom was up at the house, and Granny Smith. Big Mac wouldn't be back until late, they'd be completely defenseless! She tried to edge backwards, to cut around the group and beat them to the barn, but a stray branch caught on her side. "Ouch!" she yelped as it dug into her skin.

"Quiet, all of you! Somepony's watching us." As one, the five devil mares turned to look at Applejack.

Not hesitating a second, Applejack sprung into action, kicking off with her back legs and leaping forward and to the right, trying to dodge around them. Two tried to tackle her, but she ducked around them, making for the next line of trees. If she could get through those, she could probably make it home.

One of them dived at her from the air, grabbing at her with her hooves. AJ rolled, somersaulting beneath the devil. She had made into past them, was just about to enter the trees, when she heard one of them yell, "Sleep!" Her limbs stopped responding and she collapsed into a heap, her momentum sending her tumbling into a tree trunk. She hit hard, but her eyes were closed and she was out before she noticed.

***

"She's gorgeous," a voice was saying.

Consciousness returned to Applejack all at once, not like being asleep. One moment she was floating in blackness, and the next she was blinking in the harsh sunlight as the bark of an apple tree scraped against her fur. She was in a sitting position, her back bent awkwardly against the trunk. She could taste apples, and she coughed as she tried to remember what was happening.

"Hell yeah. There's no way we could-"

"She's awake."

Oh, right.

Somepony was shaking her roughly. AJ tried to push them away, but her limbs wouldn't respond. She was bound to the tree by an incandescent blue light that she recognized as magic. Immediately, Applejack tensed, straining her limbs, testing the limits of her bindings.

"Stop struggling." A face swam into view. One of the purple demon ponies was standing over her. "You're only making this harder for yourself."

Applejack stared back. "What in tarnation do ya want with me?" she said, as she continued to struggle. "Let me go!"

"You're Applejack, right? One of the, is it... Elements of Harmony?"

Applejack blinked. How do these things know about the Elements of Harmony? she thought. "Uh, yeah. Yeah."

Another mare pushed the first out of the way. "Which one is she, Hecate?" she asked enthusiastically. "I bet she's Pride. No! Gluttony!"

Hecate shoved the interrupter. "Back off, Brimstone!" Brimstone flew up and, when Hecate had turned back to AJ, made an extremely rude gesture behind her back. "You'll have to forgive my companions. They find it difficult to control themselves around such a beautiful mare." She stroked Applejack's cheek with a hoof, and the earth pony flinched. Hecate laughed gutturally.

"Ah'm Honesty," Applejack said, her anger bubbling to the surface. "and if'n y'all know about the Elements, ya know Ah've got five friends that'll come and tear y'all to pieces." Now that she could get a clear look at them, they didn't seem to dangerous. They were small, about Apple Bloom's size, though AJ could tell from their proportions they were full-grown mares.

"Tear us to pieces?" Hecate giggled again. "You could try. I'm not sure that Fluttershy would present much of a challenge."

Applejack growled. "You stay away from her! She ain't done nothin' to you!"

All five of the demons were laughing now. Brimstone and another that had to be her twin went back to picking and eating apples.

"Why d'y'all want me then?" Applejack spat, frowning. "You one of Discord's? He trying to get back at us for turning him to stone?"

"Discord? Goddess, no. We're-"

"Hungry..." Another one of the monsters butted in. Licking her lips, she ran a hoof down Applejack's stomach.

"Get back, Abyss. You'll get your turn."

"I better. It's been a long time since we've been on the surface." Abyss crouched over Applejack and pulled her cowpony hat off with her teeth. "We have our orders, but I say we enjoy the dish that gets put in front of us."

With a growl, Applejack kicked up with her back leg. She caught the mare square in the stomach, sending her rolling away with a screech of pain. "Ah've fought changelings and dracon-exes and crazy moon alicorns. Ya'll don't frighten me none."

Her expression a toothy grin, Abyss flew into the air, where she hovered and sent kisses towards the earth pony. "I like my meals feisty," she said.

"As I was saying," Hecate continued, "we're what you ponies call 'tykes'."

"Ain't the word Ah'd use for ya," Applejack grumbled. After her successful attack on Abyss, she'd been unable to make any headway on loosing her bonds.

"Yes, yes, I know, 'demon' and all that." Hecate began to circle around the tree Applejack was tied to. "But we're really not that bad," she reached her tail around and tickled Applejack's chin with it, "once you get to know us."

Applejack recoiled from the tyke's caress. "Ah was gonna say 'bitch'."

Hecate pursed her lips and lifted up into the air. She looked at her assembled group questioningly. They nodded in return. “You need our help," she said.

“You can take your ‘help’ and stick it where the sun don’t shine.”

Blinking absently, Hecate said, “You seem quite hostile.”

“Ya think?” AJ spat at the monster. Hecate watched her through slitted eyes.

“I don’t suppose our natural charms have much of an effect on one such as yourself. In that case, we’ll have to use our unnatural ones.” She chuckled darkly and whistled. “Styx?” she called. Another tyke, who had been hanging back from the others, stepped forward at the summons. “Abyss is right, it’s been entirely too long since our last… meal. Fix me up some horsemeat, would you?” Hecate grinned widely, exposing two rows of sharp canines. Applejack shuddered as Styx approached.

“Listen!” AJ said with as much bravado as she could muster, which admittedly wasn’t much. “Y’all can hurt me all you want, but when mah friends get a-hold of you-”

“Hurt you?” Abyss laughed. “Maybe just at first…”

Applejack started to ask what she meant, but was distracted by a glow coming from Styx’s horns. A pale blue miasma shone from them, rising in intensity until Applejack saw a matching light surround her own crotch. “Woah nelly!” she shouted, trying to scramble away from the magic, but the restraints held her in place. A tingling began in her crotch, like somepony was running a brush over it. The sensation grew until it became painful, more like needles sticking into her. Pressure built up just below her tummy, pressing against the underside of her skin. Then, with a burst of pain, something erupted out of her.

“Nicely done,” Hecate said. Abyss nodded in agreement, and Hellfire and Brimstone had stopped gorging themselves to stare open-mouthed at Applejack. Styx muttered her thanks weakly, but none of the other tykes were paying much attention to her. Nor was Applejack, who was much more concerned with the seven-inch cock that had just sprouted from her crotch.

Her dick was solid black, rising up out of the orange sheath. Beneath it, a pair of enormous balls dangled, bouncing back and forth as Applejack shifted uncomfortably. The dick wasn’t actually that impressive in size. Most stallions had about fifteen inches, and AJ knew - entirely by accident - that her brother was packing over twenty. But the fact that it was there at all, regardless of size, was enough to throw Applejack for a loop.

“What the hay is this doin’ here?” Applejack yelled. She stared down at her cock. It twitched under her gaze, and a small drop of precum dribbled out of the tip. It was rock-hard.

“Don’t worry,” Hecate said. “You’ve still got a pussy.”

“Weren’t really mah concern,” Applejack said. Abyss was leaning in, staring hungrily at the erection, which throbbed painfully under her gaze. The tyke opened her mouth, letting her tongue loll out languidly, saliva dripping down and landing with a splash on AJ’s skin. Her lips were plump, and Applejack had a sudden desire to bury herself into that mouth. Her hips bucked unconsciously, bringing her cockhead within inches of Abyss’s mouth, but Hecate was pushing her away.

“I’m first!” Hecate said petulantly, gripping AJ’s cock protectively. Applejack gasped at the sudden contact as hundreds of nerves that hadn’t even existed before were all stimulated at once. “You all can wait your turn.” She looked Applejack in the eyes and began to stroke her dick slowly. It felt better than AJ could have imagined, and she rewarded Hecate with a high-pitched moan. “We need your help. Are you going to hear us out?” Hecate asked. Through the haze of pleasure, Applejack glared at the tyke. “I guess you need a little more persuasion.”

With a renewed vigor, Hecate rubbed AJ’s cock a little faster, starting at the base and working up to the flat head. Applejack was leaking large amounts of pre-cum now, the sticky fluid dripping down her shaft. Hecate gathered some in her hoof and smeared it over the rest of Applejack’s cock. “Oohhhh…” Applejack moaned as the pleasure mounted. She could feel the blood pumping into her cock, making it pulse as it hardened even further. She was practically bursting now.

Hecate gently cradled AJ’s balls with a hoof. “Mmmm,” she muttered. She was lying in front of Applejack, staring up at her with a sultry expression, eyes slitted and her pink tongue flicking out to moisten her lips. “I can feel your sperm in here. You want to let it out, don’t you?”

“N- no!” AJ gasped, but Hecate was right. She could feel the pressure building up inside her as Hecate continued to slide her hooves up and down her rod. She knew she was making the same expression that stallions did, right before they came. "Ah’ll never listen to you!”

“Fine by me,” Hecate said. She shrugged and let go of AJ. Her dick flopped down onto her stomach, precum running off into her fur. Applejack let out an involuntary whine as the erotic sensations disappeared, leaving her cock harder than before and aching for a touch. The orgasm denied was pure agony for her. Applejack resisted, trying to think of home, of her friends, of anything but the seven-inch length of horsecock jutting out from between her legs, but the blood pumping through it made that impossible. Every beat of her heart sent a throb of desire through Applejack and through her dick. The feeling of so many fuckable mares being so close, their flesh practically touching Applejack’s, was intoxicating. The heady scent of apples, sweat, and the tykes’ arousal swept over Applejack, and her answer was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“All right, all right! Tell me what you want, whatever! Just… please…” She clamped her mouth shut, but the cows were already gone, so to speak.

Hecate smiled victoriously. She put her hooves on the dick and stroked it, hard. The orgasmic pleasure returned in a rush, like water bursting through a dam, and AJ was cumming, harder than she ever had before. With the first spurt, AJ felt her thighs tense, and a thin ropey stream of jizz squirted out of her cock, hitting her squarely on the nose. Applejack gasped in surprise, and the second spurt landed directly in her mouth. It was salty and warm, and didn’t taste very good at all. AJ swallowed in surprise as her dick continued to spew cum on her neck and chest, until at last the final few dribbles came out to land in a pool on her stomach. Applejack breathed heavily, letting the afterglow of a good orgasm wash over her.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Hecate said, grinning. AJ wanted to say no, but she was the Element of Honesty after all. Applejack nodded. “Good. Can’t let all this go to waste.” Hecate bent to AJ’s crotch and sucked up the semen that had collected there with an obscene slurp. She moved up Applejack’s body, licking up the rest of the cum even as it cooled on Applejack’s fur. With a final kiss, she licked the jizz off the earth mare’s nose and sat back on her haunches, her tail flicking contentedly.

A dark purple glow formed around the tyke, radiating energy. “That was delicious,” Hecate said. “You truly are a master at this, Styx.” The small tyke blushed at the praise. Hecate flapped her wings and rose up into the air. “Well, I’m full. The rest of you can have your fun.”

“Wait, what?” Applejack said in surprise. “Ah just-” she looked down at her crotch “-came.” Her dick was poking straight up, just as stiff and ready for action as before. “Magic…” she said.

“The best kind.” Hecate now sitting to the side, watching cheerfully while munching on an apple, Abyss had swooped in to take her place at Applejack's cock. “Styx, let her go." Styx’s horns shimmered and the magical bindings holding AJ disappeared. Applejack sat up straight and rubbed her wrists. "Mm mmm," Abyss said, pushing AJ back up against the tree. "You stay right where you are. And you two,” she stared at the circling twins, both watching Applejack, “back off.”

"What're you going to do to me?" Applejack asked nervously. The look of hunger on Abyss's face had an intensity that AJ had never seen before, not even on Rainbow Dash.

The tyke leaned in close, licking her lips and gripping Applejack's dick tightly. "Whatever I want." She stroked it slowly, and AJ felt electricity shoot through her crotch again. "You really do like this." Abyss chuckled lowly as Applejack's hips started bucking, trying to increase that delicious friction. "Then you're going to love this."

Abyss lowered her head into Applejack's lap and gave the meat a long lick from the bottom of the shaft to the flat rim of the head. AJ yelped, and Abyss grinned deviously. "Thought so," she said, and then she did it again, and again, faster and faster until her head was in constant motion over her dick. AJ clutched at the ground with her hooves, pulling up grass and dirt. Abyss's hoof reached underneath Applejack's giant sack and found the wet hot center of her marehood, which had become aroused along with her dick, and was now leaking marecum into a puddle. Abyss began to massage it in light circles, while continuing to bathe her cock with saliva.

"Ohhhh yes," AJ was moaning. "Please... More..."

Nodding her head in consent, Abyss opened her mouth wide. AJ could see her small pink tongue, her thick lips, and then she shut her eyes tight as a thousand firecrackers went off in Applejack's head. Abyss had slipped AJ's dick into her mouth and was sucking on it fiercely. It was like nothing Applejack had ever felt before, hot and wet and completely encircling her. She had sucked a few dicks in her own time, of course, but she'd never thought it felt this good. "Ah can see why colts like this so much," she groaned. Abyss mmmmed in agreement, sending vibrations running through her shaft, and then started to move.

Even though this was her first time receiving a blowjob, Applejack could tell Abyss was a master. The tyke was bobbing her head, running her tongue along the underside of the cock while keeping a tight seal with her lips. Every few strokes, she licked the tip gently, before continuing down. And she could go all the way down, deepthroating Applejack on every stroke.

That pressure was building up in Applejack again, recognizable from her last orgasm. She thought Abyss could sense it too, because she redoubled her efforts, going faster and harder. Applejack moaned, staring down at her dick disappearing into the mare’s mouth. Abyss’s long hair hung down, perfectly framing the picture as Applejack took one last look before

“Ah’m comin’!” Applejack grabbed onto Abyss’s horns and shoved her horsecock as deep as it could go. Her hips bucked as she let loose a torrent of sperm down Abyss’s throat. Spurt after spurt flowed into Abyss as the tyke hummed with satisfaction, swallowing as fast as she could. Abyss’s throat muscles squeezed around AJ’s dick, milking out every last drop. A violet glow emanated from the tyke.

When Abyss finally let Applejack loose with a loud pop, the earth pony felt like she had been completely drained of all fluids in her body. She lay back, smiling widely. “Whoowee,” she sighed. “Don’t that just beat all.”

Abyss leaned in and kissed Applejack full on the lips. Applejack could taste herself as Abyss pushed her tongue into her mouth. "Sure does," Abyss said, letting AJ loose. She stared into Applejack's eyes with an expression of lust sated, but something violently pushed her out of the way.

"All right, all right, you've had your fun. It's my turn now!" A short-haired tyke had taken over. Was this one Brimstone, or-

"Hellfire! I'm next!" The tyke that had to be Brimstone was growling at Hellfire, tugging at her shoulder. "You always get to go first!"

Hellfire laughed. "That's because I'm the oldest!" She pushed Brimstone away and sat down directly on top of Applejack's dick, which was stiffening surprisingly fast. The shaft slipped just north of Hellfire's hole, sliding between the slick pussy lips. Applejack moaned. "You like that?" Hellfire asked, giggling. She began to shift her hips back and forth, grinding her marehood on Applejack's cock. 

"Get off!" Brimstone tackled her sister. Hellfire slid forward, rubbing Applejack's very sensitive cockhead. AJ squirmed, trying to maneuver herself into the tyke. Brimstone grabbed AJ's dick and pulled it out from under Hellfire's ample rear. She took it into her mouth and sucked furiously, grinning up at her sister.

"Hey!" Hellfire spun around on AJ's chest and bent down, shoving her ass into AJ's face. The scent of wet pussy wafted into AJ's nostrils, only enflaming her passions further. Hellfire pushed at Brimstone and licked the horsemeat herself, nibbling gently at the medial ring. 

"She wants me," Brimstone whined, butting her horns against her sister. She licked the underside of the cock, and the two tongues bathing her dick nearly pushed Applejack over the edge.

"No!" Hellfire and Brimstone pushed hard against each other. Their fight became more and more involved, until they had forgotten AJ completely, and her dick was standing up straight, spit drying coolly on the shaft.

"Enough!" Applejack said. Straining, AJ sat up, spilling Hellfire over. Hellfire collided with her sister and the two fell backwards onto the ground, Hellfire on Brimstone with their legs spread wide. Applejack stood over them, her dick jutting out proudly from between her legs. "Y'all two need to learn to get along." She crouched over the two wrestling sisters and lined up her cock. Wrapping her forelegs around them, AJ nudged her dick between the two sopping cunts. 

"Oooooooh," all three mares moaned, as the thick meat pushed forward. The broad head bumped against the tykes' clits, triggering more groans of pleasure. AJ pulled back, and started to thrust in earnest. The two pussies sandwiching her dick were leaking profusely, their juices mixing with precum to lubricate AJ even more.

The now-familiar pressure was building up in Applejack's crotch now. She could feel her cum pushing through her shaft, and she redoubled her efforts. With a cry, she came, spurting jizz onto the stomachs of the writhing tykes. 

"That was fast," Abyss said. She was hovering above them, her wings flapping lazily as she munched on an apple. Applejack glared at her as best she could in the afterglow of her orgasm. The heavy panting and tongue hanging out of her mouth betrayed her stern look.

The two sisters wriggled apart, the sperm joining them in a sticky mess, ropes of marespunk connecting their crotches. Brimstone flipped over to put her head in Hellfire's lap and began licking up the juices. Hellfire did the same, and soon the two emitted a dark purple energy, like Hecate and Abyss had. 

"Thanks for the meal," Brimstone said. She rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes.

"Delicious," Hellfire agreed. She let out a contented sigh and patted her stomach. "Mares taste the best."

Her thighs aching from being used in new ways, Applejack sat down heavily, leaning back against the apple tree. Her thoroughly-used dick, still in a state of semi-hardness, rested on her leg, dribbling out small dollops of sperm onto her orange fur. By all rights, she shouldn't have been this tired from a little exercise. "Must be the magic, taking somethin' out of me."

"Applejack," Hecate whispered. She was standing behind Applejack, her snout right in AJ's ear. "I know you must be tired, but you're going to have to do one more thing for me." She twisted Applejack's head until the mare was looking at the fifth tyke, whose long purple hair hung down, demurely hiding her face. She seemed a little bit like Fluttershy, actually.

"Ah can't," Applejack said, breathing heavily. "Ah'm-"

Hecate bit her hard on the shoulder, sharp little teeth sinking into her fur and flesh.

"Ow!" AJ yelled. "What was that fer?"

"Get over there and do her!" Hecate commanded. 

AJ nodded angrily and stood up. Her legs shook, but AJ was a strong mare, and she forced them to steady. She walked over to the tyke, who she recalled was named... Styx? "Hey," she said. Styx turned away shyly. "Look," AJ continued, "Ah don't know much about this magic stuff. Ah mean, Ah do quite like havin' a pecker, even if'n Ah don't really know how to use it."

"You're doing great with it!" Hellfire cat-called from one of the apple trees.

AJ ignored her. "But if you wanna... Do it with me, Ah guess Ah'm game fer that." Styx made no move, but continued to look anywhere but at Applejack. Applejack sighed. "That's fine, hon. I could go fer a nap anyway." 

The tyke turned suddenly and stuck her flanks up in the air. Her tail swished out of the way, and she was presenting herself to Applejack. Her pussy was red and swollen, her feminine juices leaking out of it profusely. The scent of wet pussy, with its unmistakeable tang, brought a mist over AJ's mind. Her dick, which had been receding into its sheath, grew outwards, engorging with blood and becoming as hard as a rock. AJ snorted with desire, and then she was on top of Styx, gripping her fiercely around the barrel as she lined up their parts. She hadn't even been aware of getting up there. Is this how stallions feel? AJ wondered dimly, before the flat head of her horsecock touched the wet heat of Styx's marehood. 

After that was something of a blur. AJ was vaguely conscious of sliding inside the mare, of her cock being encompassed in a warmth and tightness she had never felt before. There was a hint of resistance, but Hecate slapped her on the ass and she pushed through it. She began to rock back and forth, quivering and moaning with ecstasy as she felt the walls of Styx's pussy clench on her hardness. 

Beneath her, Styx was tensing her legs, trying to bear the weight of the earth pony pushing down on her. Abyss was holding her head and brushing her hair with a hoof, while staring Applejack in the eyes. Hellfire was lying to their right. She had reached a hoof underneath the pair and was rubbing Styx's clit in gentle circles - AJ could feel the pressure through the front wall of Styx's marehood. 

AJ jumped and gave an off-rhythm thrust as a sudden wet sensation enveloped her balls. A strong tongue began lashing her balls, and AJ groaned. She craned her neck and saw that Brimstone had slid between her outstretched legs and was sucking on her sack. The whole scene was very surreal, and Applejack couldn't wrap her head around how she had gotten to this point. But another thrust into the inviting warmth of the mare writhing beneath her, and Applejack stopped caring.

Styx's moans changed pitch and started coming with a greater frequency and urgency. AJ recognized them - they were the same ones she herself made when she was about to come. She sped up, bottoming out inside the tyke as her cockhead pressed against the entrance to Styx's womb. Styx's shouts converged to a scream as her pussy clamped onto AJ's dick, squeezing it relentlessly. The motion pushed Applejack over the top, and her own orgasm hit. She shot her white marecream into her partner, filling her to the brim with the sticky juice. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over Applejack, and she continued shooting her cum into the tyke until it overflowed, spilling out of her hole and dribbling down Applejack's shaft to cover her balls. The sensation became too powerful, and AJ pulled out, spraying cum all over Styx's ass and pussy lips, which dripped down her legs and into Brimstone's waiting mouth. Even as AJ watched as her cum mixed with Styx's juices continue to spill out of the mare's twitching hole, a dark purple glow swirled around the tyke. 

Styx sighed and slumped forward into Abyss's waiting lap. Applejack staggered backwards and fell onto her back. Staring up at the sky through apple tree branches, she realized she had never felt so tired in her entire life. Even when she'd tried to buck all those apple trees by herself and had collapsed out of nervous exhaustion, it hadn't been as bad as this. She felt like the very life had been drained out of her body.

"You're fortunate. That was her first." Hecate had moved into her field of vision. 

Applejack stared up at her. "Hooray," she mumbled weakly.

"You're going to be pretty tired for a while," Hecate said. "We've drained your energy." Applejack shifted her eyebrows to try to convey her confusion. She wasn't quite up to speaking. "Don't look at me like that," Hecate said. "It's not my fault you had so much to give. And don't blame yourself. I had Styx add an aphrodisiac to her spell."

The other tykes were gathering in a circle around her. He could see Hellfire and Brimstone shoving each other, Abyss grinning down at her, Styx hanging back, but smiling. "Hey, we're going to stay here for a little bit," Hecate said.

"What...?" AJ's eyelids were heavy. She could hardly keep them open.

"Yeah, we can't really go back home now."

"Yeah, thanks!" Abyss bit into an apple.

"Twilight," Applejack muttered. "Gotta get Twilight..."

***

Twilight was expecting another monster when she opened the door to the barn, but the sight of five creatures right off the page of the Guide was startling, to say the least. “So, all of them?” she asked tentatively.

“Eeyup.” AJ surveyed the tykes, all in various states of play. Styx had taken to examining the plow and the other farm tools, while Brimstone and Hellfire were hovering in the rafters, tossing a pitchfork back and forth at each other with magic. Abyss was lying in a pile of hay, doing something AJ probably didn’t want to know about. “Only seemed right to take ‘em all in, seein’ as they can't go back to their home.”

“Wait, that wasn’t what I meant-”

“But Ah’ll let them tell you all about it. There’s Hecate now.” Hecate had noticed the entrance of the two mares and was walking towards them.

“Cute place you’ve got here, Applejack,” Hecate said. She grinned pointedly at Twilight. “And cuter friends.”

“This here is mah friend Twilight Ah told you about.” Applejack put her leg over Twilight’s shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. “She can help ya’ll with just about any problem ya might have.”

“Good, good.” The other tykes had taken notice of Applejack and Twilight and come to witness the conversation. Hecate led the way out of the barn. “Twilight Sparkle,” Hecate began, “We've traveled a long way to speak with you and your friends. We believe that-” She stopped, seeing that Twilight was staring intently at her wings and tail. “Yes?”

“Sorry, but… what are you?”

“Tykes,” Hecate said plainly.

Twilight nodded. “Thought so.” She pulled a thick leather-bound book out of the saddlebag she had slung over her back. She flipped open to a dog-eared page with a short list of names, dates, and places. “And what’s your name?”

“Hecate,” Hecate answered, plainly confused.

Twilight jotted down a few notes in the book, then closed it and replaced it in her bag. She looked up expectantly at Hecate, who stared back with her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Please continue.”

“Don’t mind her,” Applejack said, chuckling. “She’s just like that.”

“Ah.” Hecate nodded, and continued. "We tykes hail from the planes of Tartarus, as do many... Other things."

"So why aren't you there now?" Twilight cut in.

Hecate cut her a sharp glance. "I was getting to that." Twilight grinned, abashed. "We come here rarely, when we can sneak past the guard. Cerberus is a strict watchdog."

Applejack chuckled, remembering the easily-distractable yet oversized pup that had come into Ponyville a few weeks before, but Twilight nodded in agreement. "But I returned Cerberus to the Gates. How did you get out?"

Hecate stopped and stared up at the sky, clearly deep in thought. Finally, she said, "How much do you know about Tartarus, Twilight Sparkle?" 

Twilight answered immediately, as though she'd been called on in class. "Tartarus is an ancient cavern far beneath the surface of the earth, where Celestia imprisons all sorts of monsters that could bring harm to Equestria. Err, not 'monsters'... Um..."

"No, we are monsters," Hecate said, sensing Twilight's hesitation. "Tykes are just fun ones."

"Oh. Right. Heh heh."

"But you're not completely right. Tartarus also holds spirits, the souls so vile, so full of hate and malice that they refused to pass on."

"You mean, like ghosts?" Applejack asked.

"That's ridiculous," Twilight said. "There's no such thing as ghosts." She looked sideways at Hecate. "Is there?" Hecate nodded. "Oh. Fine, but what does that have to do with anything? What about Cereberus?"

"You returned Cerberus, yes, but you were too late. In his absence, something much more terrible than us escaped. A soul that had been trapped in Tararus for eons broke free and establish herself here in Equestria. She freed many of us 'monsters' from the pits. She sent us here to kill you, Applejack."

Applejack whinnied in surprise. "To kill me? Y'all didn't tell me that."

Hecate nodded. "We might have done it too, if you weren't so damn cute." She kissed AJ on the lips, while a scandalized Twilight looked on.

"Uh, okay then," Applejack said. She coughed and adjusted her hat.

"Hecate," Twilight interrupted. "If this spirit was sent to kill Applejack, does that mean there were others?"

"Why, yes. I assumed you would have defeated them already. We were one of the last groups to leave for Ponyville."

"Rarity and Fluttershy both met a monster, but-" Twilight paled. "Oh Celestia, Pinkie!" Her horn flashed, and then Twilight disappeared in a blink of white light, leaving behind a scorched patch of dirt and two confused mares.
> Pinkie Pie and the Mimic
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"To identify a potential mate, the mimic will watch the victim from the safety of her chest. Once she determines that the pony is suitable to her needs, she will pull the unlucky mare into her chest. The mimic exhausts her victim's energy through vigorous intercourse, then devours them for sustenance." - The Equestrian Explorer's Guide to the Equine-Monstrum 

Twilight Sparkle was annoyed with something. Pinkie could always tell when Twilight was annoyed. It was like a second sixth sense. So, a twelfth sense. Twilight's eyebrows were turned down, her snout was scrunched up, she was breathing huffily in that way she did. It was so obvious, it was staring her in the face. What Pinkie didn't know was what exactly was annoying Twilight so much.

"So what are you going to do now, huh, Twilight?" Pinkie asked, her whole body quivering with excitement. "Just wondering, because I'm not doing anything right now, and if you're not doing anything right now, we could both be not doing anything together! I mean, we would be being together, which isn't not anything, I guess, but it's close!"

Twilight gave that funny exasperated sigh again. "For the last time, Pinkie, I'm not doing not anything. Nothing. Whatever. I'm going up to see Applejack. She found another one of those monsters that have been bothering ponies lately."

"Oooooh," Pinkie said as understanding shot through her. "You mean one of those things that keep having sex with our friends."

Twilight blushed and sped up a bit. "Um... Yes. One of those things." She adjusted her saddlebag and turned the corner onto Main Street.

"I wanna meet one." Pinkie giggled as Twilight whipped her head around, giving her a scandalized look. "What?" Pinkie asked, shrugging. "Seems like it'd be fun. Can you imagine, having lots of kinky, uninhibited sex with a monster?"  She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend. "So exotic," she said luridly. Then she laughed uproariously as Twilight's cheeks burned crimson. "You should see the look on your face!"

Shaking her head, Twilight trotted forward, Pinkie Pie skipping along behind. "Sorry I'm not as comfortable talking about-" She scanned the street for anypony listening in, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. "-sex as you are."

"Pbbbbbt." Pinkie shook her head and chuckled. "Everypony has s-e-x. Fluttershy's having it with Petal. Lyra and Bon-Bon are having it with each other. Berry Punch has it with Celestia knows who. And from what she tells me, Rarity's having it two or three times a day with her slime friend. Now Applejack's found somepony, and I bet you, me, and Dashie are next!" Twilight's mouth clamped shut at Pinkie's bluntness, and she suddenly found something in the sky that held all of her attention. "What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking!"

"Well, I don't want to... do it with a monster. I want my first time to be with somepony special. Somepony I care about. Somepony who loves me."

"Oh, Twilight," Pinkie said, dropping into a husky voice. She leaned in close to the unicorn and said, "All you had to do was ask."

Twilight froze dead in her tracks and turned to see Pinkie grinning wildly. "Pinkie!" she shouted.

The earth pony bounced away. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're just so easy to mess with!"

Twilight kept her stern face for a solid ten seconds before it dissolved into giggles. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Look, Twi-pie." Pinkie hopped around her friend, stopping in front of her. "Sex is fun! It's like... A cupcake! Everyone loves cupcakes! I eat as many as I can! Except this cupcake, you get to eat as many times as you want and it's not bad for you! But, you also share the cupcake with your friend, and the both of you get to eat the same bestest cupcake ever!"

"A cupcake..." Twilight said, incredulously. 

Pinkie scratched her chin. "So maybe that wasn't the best way to describe it. Sex is like... An eclair? Because it has a cream filling?"

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Okay, Pinkie. But I would prefer if you didn't joke about sex with me."

"Sure thing, Twibrary!" Truth be told, Pinkie had been quite serious. Pinkie looked her bookish friend over. Twilight wasn't in perfect shape, like Rainbow Dash, and she wasn't very strong, like Applejack. She didn't wear stunning makeup or gorgeous outfits, like Rarity, and she was far too outspoken to have the quiet, unassuming features of Fluttershy. But she had the stern kind of beauty that comes from dedication. When Twilight talked about her studies, or her lessons with the Princess, her face became so animated, so fierce and with such a bright spark in her eye, that it often became hard for Pinkie to hide her moistening pussy, to keep from pulling her friend forcibly into bed. 

Talking about her friends' intimate lives had also gotten Pinkie a little hot under the collar, even if she wasn't wearing any collars to be hot under and the weather had actually cooled down a bit. Her mind was already drifting to that collection of toys she had buried in her nightstand's lower drawer, in particular a nicely-sized brown one with a slender shaft and a wonderfully positioned pokey bit that stuck out at the end. Or maybe she could find one of her stallion friends, one who had his own house... What was that?

"So, do you want to come with me to Sweet Apple Acres?" Twilight was saying, but something had completely captured Pinkie Pie's attention.

The pair had arrived at Pinkie's home, the bakery and sweets shop called Sugarcube Corner. Everypony in Ponyville gets to Sugarcube Corner at some point in their day, and now it was Twilight and Pinkie's turn. But Pinkie wasn't concerned with the delicious pastries, even though on any other day, they would have been the first thing on her mind. What amazing treats there were inside too, cakes and pies and creme donuts, all just waiting to be devoured.

No, what had captivated Pinkie was a large box, wrapped in pink paper and tied with a red ribbon. It was big. Pinkie could probably fit inside even, if she wanted to. Frozen with anticipation, Pinkie stared at the gift. Pinkie Pie loved gifts, even more than she loved food. She loved giving them, she loved getting them, she loved wrapping them up, and she loved tearing them open. Sometimes, she would get herself something, wrap it in tissue paper, and then leave it in her room, just so she could open it at the end of the day.

"Is that yours?" Twilight asked, also looking at the oversized present.

"I dunno," Pinkie answered. "It's not my birthday for another thirty-five days. And Hearth's Warming Eve isn't for months!" She searched for a tag. "Maybe it's for Mister and Misses Cake. Their anniversary's this weekend! Hmm, I have to get them a gift. But maybe I got this for them and forgot!" A small card was nestled in the bow on top. Pinkie slipped the cardstock out of the envelope. There was a drawing of a balloon on the front, and when she flipped it over, the back read "To Pinkamena Diane Pie" in curly letters. "It's for me..." Pinkie said. "Oh! It's for me!" She hopped around the box, inspecting it from all sides.

"Who's it from?" Twilight stared at it curiously.

"I dunno. Didn't say." Pinkie poked at the present. It was heavy, too heavy to shake, and it didn't make any noise. Whatever was inside was packed up good.

"Are you going to open-" The bell tower rang, interrupting Twilight's thought. "Oh, shoot! I told AJ I'd be at her farm by now! I have to go." She turned to trot down Main Street, then stopped. "Do you need my help getting that inside?" 

Pinkie was already pushing it through the door. "No, I got it! Thanks!" Twilight nodded and was off.

Returning her efforts to the box, Pinkie grunted and put her head against it. Stiffening her muscles, she pushed it up over the single step and into Sugarcube Corner. The gift tipped over and fell with a crash onto its side.

"Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake shouted from the kitchen. She waddled into the front room, her hips swaying as she balanced a tray of muffins on her back. Mrs. Cake's belly jiggled with each step, what Mr. Cake affectionately called "her chubs". She was a thick mare, heavily-built from a lifetime of eating and perfecting baked sweets. Someday, Pinkie thought, she would look like Mrs. Cake, and that was a-okay with her. Hay, with her own chubby tummy, she was already halfway there. Pinkie stared at the mare's blue bottom as she walked to the display area, and shifted her legs at the renewed tingling between them. She distracted herself by returning her attention to the present.

Depositing the tray on the counter, Mrs. Cake hurried over to find Pinkie struggling to flip the box right-side up again. "Where in the heavens did you find that, dearie?"

Straining, Pinkie righted the box, and it came down once again with a heavy thud that shook the room. "It was outside," she said. "Did you and Mister Cake get this for me? My birthday isn't until next month!"

"No." Mrs. Cake angled her head towards the kitchen. "Honeybun, did you get Pinkie a present?" she shouted.

"No!" Mr. Cake yelled back. "I thought we were going to try to bake her a thirty-layer cake for her birthday!" Pinkie Pie gasped, then looked at Mrs. Cake with wide, shining eyes.

Mrs. Cake smiled. "That was supposed to be a surprise. Just act like you didn't know when we give it to you."

Pinkie threw her forelegs around Mrs. Cake and hugged her close. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she said. "That's the bestest present ever!"

"It'll have to compete with whatever's in there." Mrs. Cake pointed at the gift which sat by the door. "Who gave it to you? Did one of your friends wrap themselves up and send themselves to you?"

"I don't know," Pinkie said. "It didn't say who it was from."

"Okay, you have fun. Don't hurt yourself getting it up the stairs. Do you want my husband's help?"

"That's okay. I can do it!" Mrs. Cake ambled back to the kitchen, and Pinkie Pie pushed the box to the staircase. 

The inside was solid. It felt like hardwood, not the paper or plastic that gifts normally came in. She hauled it up the steps, grunting and straining every inch of the way, until finally it was resting in the center of her room. Pinkie sprawled out next to it on the carpet, breathing heavily. The ceiling was still covered in streamers from her last practice party, and the smell of frosting - sugary sweet - was thick in the air. Flailing her hoof around, Pinkie passed over a ballon, some streamers, a dildo, and Gummy, before she found a cupcake and shoveled it into her mouth. Moving things around was hard work!

Her strength returning, Pinkie bounced up. Her first instinct was to tear apart the wrapping paper as fast as she could. "No no no," she said, holding her hooves up. "What if they want me to wait 'til my birthday?" She read the card again, but it gave no further hint as to the identity or motive of the sender. "Hmm... If they wanted me to wait, they would have written 'Don't open until your birthday' on it!" Satisfied with her logic, Pinkie gripped the end of the ribbon in her teeth and pulled, hard.

The bow came undone, and the ends of the ribbon slid off and to the ground. Pinkie gripped a flap of the pink flowery paper and tugged. This was a pleasure to Pinkie almost as good as spending the night with one of her special toys. The wrapping ripped off, revealing a dark brown wood underneath. "Oooooo," Pinkie exclaimed. "I wonder what it is!" She pulled and ripped at the rest of the paper until it was all lying in bunches around the gift.

"Huh," she said finally. 

It was more of a chest than a box or crate. It was rectangular, and seemed to be crafted out of a single piece of wood. The chest was inlaid around the top with an intricate chain motif, surrounding a stylized pony face. The sides were also carved with chains that criss-crossed themselves as they wrapped around the chest. The lid of the chest was thick, maybe a hoof-and-a-half thick, and a large golden crest with a keyhole suggested that it was locked. There was no key.

"I wonder who sent me this..." Pinkie rapped on the side with her hoof. It didn't sound hollow. She pushed on the lid, straining against the lock, but it remained resolutely shut. "Come on, you dumb box! Open... up!"

With the sound of metal scraping against metal, the lock slid open. Pinkie fell back onto her rump and stared as the lid open a crack. Two eyes, deep, earthen brown, looked out. "Pinkamena Diane Pie?" 

"Oooooooooo," Pinkie said, moving in close. She didn't recognize the eyes, and she knew the eyes of just about everypony in Ponyville! And that meant... "You must be someone new!" 

The chest didn't open any further. "Pinkamena Diane Pie?" the pony repeated. The voice was deep, and feminine, almost grumbling. 

"Yes!" Pinkie shouted, jumping up and down on the tips of her hooves. She couldn't wait for the surprise, since that's what this had to be. "I'm Pinkie!"

The lid flew open with a bang, and a fierce wind started to blow. Pinkie, already half in the air, was tipped headlong into the chest. She managed a strangled yelp before the box snapped shut, enclosing her inside.

Her head still reeling from the sudden disorientation, Pinkie stood up. "Hello?" she called out. Her voice echoed weirdly, and she couldn't see much in the low light. If she reached with her hooves, she could touch both sides. The ceiling was a few hooves above her head. That was weird. The chest seemed bigger on the inside, just large enough for her to turn around, maybe. And where was the pony who had spoken to her?

"Hell-oooo!" she repeated, and her voice bounced back, "Hello! Hello! Hello!" 

"I'm ready for the surprise now!" She thought for a second. "I mean, I'll still be surprised even if you do it! Because I don't know what it is! So, go ahead!" Pinkie stood quietly for a second, listening intently and rocking back on forth on her hooves. 

There was a slight scraping sound, and then a hole opened up in the wall of the chest. Pinkie couldn't make out what was behind it. But there it was, hanging there, about as wide as her hoof. Pinkie crouched down slightly and put her eye to it. She couldn't see anything. "Hey!" she said. "Anypony out there?" 

She stepped back. Something was coming through the hole. It was long, cylindrical, and mottled black and orange. Pinkie knew exactly what it was.

"So it's this kind of surprise." She grinned. Might as well be her birthday after all.

The dick was large, maybe four hooves long. It had a broad, flat head that mushroomed out of the shaft, and a thick medial ring around the center that pulsed. It was black at the base, and transitioned to orange about halfway up. Veins rippled along the stallion's length, and clear drops oozed from the hole in the center of the head. Pinkie's slit, already running hot, moistened at the sight of the monster. "Is that all for me?" she asked, innocently. The cock bobbed in response, and Pinkie's smile widened.

She sat down and ran a hoof gently along the side of the shaft. It strained forward, as if seeking her out, and the stallion's balls dropped into the chest through the hole. Pinkie hefted them with her other hoof, feeling them tighten at her touch. "I bet you've been saving up a lot of cum in here for me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Do your best to let it out." Inhaling deeply, she could smell the musky scent of the member, and her tongue fell out of her mouth, a line of drool spilling onto the floor. Without warning, she ran her tongue along the bottom of the dick, from the balls all the way up to the head. A dribble of precum ran into her mouth, and she sucked it down hungrily. The taste was bitter and salty and made her weak in the knees.

"Mmmm, juicy!" she said. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slipped her lips over the flared cockhead. The dick pulsed, and she could feel the stallion's heartbeat against her tongue. Pinkie grinned through a mouthful of cock and started to bob her head up and down on the shaft. It stretched her jaw uncomfortably, but Pinkie pushed further and further, until the head was knocking on the back of her throat like a battering ram. 

Taking a deep breath, Pinkie opened up her throat and sank the penis inside her all the way to the root. She hummed as it filled her, sending vibrations through the shaft and her tongue. She held it as long as she could, feeling her nose press against the hard wood of the chest's wall, until finally she released it with a gasp. She coughed, letting herself breathe again, as she stroked her new friend happily. "Are you ready for the full package?" she asked. She wasn't sure if the stallion could hear her, but his dick didn't move, so she took that as a yes. With another deep breath, she inhaled the stallion's shaft.

This time, she didn't hold it, but rocked her head up and down over the entire length of cock. She moved faster and faster with each motion, her saliva and the excessive amounts of precum lubricating his dick. One of her hooves slipped between her legs and Pinkie began to see stars. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this horny. She stroked herself while she sucked, rubbing her hoof into the moist folds of her pussy and shuddering at the warm pleasure spreading out of her nethers. Something hot was coiling in the pit of her stomach, squirming and wriggling inside her belly.

The balls tightened, a warning sign that Pinkie recognized right away. She moved as fast as she could, then deep-throated the shaft. Cum burst out of the cock and shot straight down her throat and into her stomach. To keep from choking, she pulled back until the head of the dick was resting on her tongue. Another pulse, and her cheeks bulged with the salty treat. She tried to swallow it all, but before she could get even half of the load down, the next wave came, spilling out of her mouth and all over her chin. Pinkie let the dick drop out of her mouth, and it sprayed its next blast in her mane. She could feel the spunk dribbling down her forehead, it was so thick. 

The stallion shot onto her face again and again, hitting her nose and cheeks and chin until she felt like a glazed doughnut. She swallowed, then directed the cock towards her open and waiting mouth. The stallion obliged, and gave her stream after stream of sticky white filling, until finally he petered out and the last few drops fell to the floor. Pinkie gulped, then licked the final dribbles from the stallion's cock. "Delicious." The dick shrank, receding back into its sheath, and was withdrawn. The hole closed up behind it.

A small puddle had formed underneath Pinkie's plump posterior. "That was fun-a-fun-fun," Pinkie said to the empty chest. "Is there any more?" As if in answer, another hole opened up in the wall behind her, and a yellow and brown dick poked through it. 

"Just what I wanted." This dick was smaller than the other one, but had a thicker shaft and a knobby head that bulged in all kinds of mouth-watering ways. It was already pointed at Pinkie's rear, so she stood up and backed into it. The head bumped against her tight plothole and skidded upwards, resting between her asscheeks against her tail. "Ohhh," Pinkie moaned. She hadn't had anything in her ass for a long time, but that cock was pushing all the right buttons. "Maybe later..."

She realigned herself and tried again. The dick glanced against her wet pussy lips and slid between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together and held it there, throbbing against her dripping sex. Pinkie rocked back and forth on top of it, grinding herself into the shaft. She groaned contentedly, then yelped. She had started winking, her tiny button of a clit peeking out and touching the achingly hard cock. "Let's get this party started!" Pinkie yelled, and in one swift motion, she released the cock from her grasp, lined it up with her hole, and threw herself backwards onto it.

It was a testament to how thoroughly aroused she was that she slid back until her ass was against the hard wood of the chest without any resistance. The stallion's meat parted her pussy's inner walls easily, pushing into her deepest part. "Ah!" she yelled. The cock seemed, if anything, to be growing thicker, pressing up against her folds. It felt sooo good to leave it there, twitching inside, but Pinkie wanted more. 

She leaned forward, savoring the glorious emptiness inside her. Her lips gave up the cock grudgingly, sucking on it as though trying to keep it from leaving. And then she plunged back down. 

The round head bulged against her insides, scraping her walls and sending tongues of fire shooting through her limbs. Her clit was winking madly, and her knees were shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up. She started to pump, willing her legs to stay steady as she crashed down onto the dick. Each thrust sent a wave a pleasure through her body, and she felt her mind go numb with the joy of it. Tiny gasps were slipping past her lips, and soon they had turned into screams of ecstasy, each one punctuated with the solid thump of ponyflesh hitting hardwood. With a hoof, she reached between her legs and rubbed ferociously at her clit.

The electric wire in her stomach writhed, and suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, it came to life. Pinkie came, hard. Her muscles seized and she was stuck with the dick deep inside her. Her walls clenched on it, gripping the hardness and contracting like a wave, milking the cock. And it didn't disappoint. 

The stallion came like a firehose, cum blasting inside her, filling her with a blazing warmth. Spurt after spurt went inside her, until it overflowed around the dick, running down her slit and her thighs. "Eeeee," Pinkie was moaning through clenched teeth, unaware of herself or her surroundings or anything except the amazing feeling of a hard cock in her pussy.

Finally, the ride came to an end. The dick withdrew with a lewd squelch, and the hole sealed up behind it. Pinkie's legs gave out, and she slid down to the ground, her ass sliding along the wall and leaving a trail of jizz and marecum.

"That was good," she said. She felt her slit with a hoof, then brought it to her mouth and tasted the creamy cocktail. "Good thing I'm not in season," she said. That wouldn't have been fun to explain.

"So, are we done?" she said aloud to whoever had planned this. "I wanna meet you guys!"

There was no answer.

"Helloooo?" Pinkie called. There was a brief rumble, and then a section of the wood was sliding in the floor beneath her. Something hard and round was poking through it, right into her belly button! Pinkie giggled. "That's not where that's supposed to go, silly!" She slid forward until the new dick was positioned properly, and then she sat up on it.

"Oh!" she shouted. It was inside her before she even noticed. She looked down at the place where they were connected. The cock was black, spilling out of a white sheath, with a pair of big, white balls under it. Semen trickled out of her cunt and down the cleft of the sack. She patted it. "I bet you've got a lot of jizz for me too."

Pinkie raised herself up, cooing at the familiar sensation, but before she could bring herself back down on it, another hole had opened up in the floor. This one was less than a hoofspan away from the white stallion's cock. "Two?" she said out loud. "How do they even fit on the other side like-" 

The next dick shut her up. It was light blue, and bent slightly to the right. It prodded up at her stomach, like it was searching for somewhere to bury itself. "Hmmm..." said Pinkie, scratching her chin. "Aha! I know just what to do." She stood up, her pussy clenching, and took a tiny step forward. This time, she lowered herself down carefully, using one hoof to steady herself and the other to aim the blue prick at her cunt. The head popped in and Pinkie was already in heaven, but there was still another one to deal with.

She reached back around, underneath her tail, and found the black cock. Shifting her thick hips side to side, Pinkie pushed the cock up against her pucker. Relaxing her anus, she went down, and the sperm-slickened shaft slid in smoothly. "Ohhhh," she groaned, and then she dropped.

Pinkie had popped her anal cherry a long time ago, and she wasn't even a stranger to double penetration (that had been a fun Tuesday), but she felt fuller now than she ever had before. Each cock alone was huge, but both of them together... It was like that time she'd eaten the whole Marzipan Masquerpone Meringue in one go, that same unbearably-stuffed-with-sugary-goodness feeling, but instead of her stomach, it was her entire lower body. Princess Celestia had been so amused by the whole Meringue Madness, while Twilight had fretted and fumed. She wondered what they would think if they could see her now. She wondered if the Princess had ever met a monster.

The two dicks withdrew, and then returned slowly, penetrating deeply together. There was only a thin wall of flesh squeezed between them, and Pinkie could feel every ridge, every vein, they had. She struggled to breathe, the pleasure causing her to moan almost continuously, but then they pulled back. Pinkie Pie sucked in a delicious breath of oxygen as cool air wafted over her glistening pussy and plothole. And then the two really went to work.

They began to alternate, one pushing in while the other pulled out. Their medial rings bumped against each other once on each thrust, and Pinkie gasped in time with it. Her eyes rolled up in her skull, and she could feel her tongue lolling out of her mouth as saliva dripped down her front. She simply felt too good to care about that right now.

Pinkie didn't know how long she went on like this before she noticed that two more holes had opened up in the chest. She was bouncing roughly on the cocks when she saw that her friends from earlier had come back. The pale yellow dick was to her left, leaking precum, and the orange one stood proudly to her right. "Well, you two - mmm - already got to go inside me, so - oh! - you'll have to wait your turn if - wow! - you want to go again."

The dicks remained, so Pinkie placed a hoof on both of them and began to stroke as best she could with her other two invaders. They responded well, coating her hooves with their sticky syrup.

Then, and here Pinkie gasped in disbelief (though her gasp also turned into a moan), a fifth hole opened up, this one right in front of her eyes. A fifth cock, larger than all the others, dropped in. Its heavy weight made it swing, and Pinkie found herself salivating. It was purple from base to tip, with a throbbing medial ring and a bulbous head almost an entire hoof in width. Veins pulsed up its entire length, and the cock already looked about to pop. The two dicks inside her thrusted together, pushing Pinkie forward. She opened her mouth and engulfed the fifth one just as easily as she had the others. Her throat, already lubed with copious quantities of cum and saliva, swallowed it greedily.

There were five dicks around her now, all thrusting and pushing and clamoring for attention, and Pinkie gave them all she had. When she slid the purple dick out of her mouth to breathe, she ground her hips down onto the blue and the black. When the blue one had bottomed out against her cervix, its head trying to push through into her womb, she stood back up, and the purple dick dove down her gullet again. And with each piston back and forth, she pumped the orange and yellow dicks as hard as she could.

She was concentrating so hard on pleasing the stallions who were showing her such a good time, that she didn't even notice her own orgasm until it was almost upon her. Her whole body felt like an oven, and that live wire inside her was running fit to burst. But she couldn't cum like this, she knew. Without some kind of something on her winking clit, she'd run hot forever. 

And, like the chest had heard her, a sixth hole opened up. This one was in the ground, just above the blue cock. Another dick, this one slender, long, and bright pink, came through. It went up, and up, until its head disappeared in the folds of Pinkie's pink pussy. She groaned around the cock in her mouth, then dropped one more time. 

The pink cock connected with her clit.

It was like every muscle inside her contracted at the same time. She screamed, thrusting herself down and forward, burying all three dicks as deep as they would go. Her pussy and ass squeezed down on their captives in waves, refusing to release them, and all the cocks answered in turn.

The one in her ass was the first to cum, as it stuffed her anus full of buttery jizz. The throbs of the black cock spurred on the blue, and that one unloaded in her pussy, blasting her cervix and coating her inner walls. The purple dick pumped its load right down her throat, and Pinkie could feel her stomach filling up with sperm. The two in her hooves unleashed twin jets, covering every inch of her body in a sticky glaze. Finally, the pink one that had brought on her own orgasm came as well, and cum gushed over her clit and dribbled around her cunt lips, dripping down them and onto the floor of the chest.

At once, all six cocks withdrew, leaving Pinkie in near-darkness. "Hello?" she said, her legs twitching worse than when her Pinkie Sense was telling her about a beautiful rainbow. She waited a moment, but nopony said anything, like, "Happy Birthday!" or "You were a great fuck!" Pinkie wrinkled her nose in confusion. Ponies usually said one of those two things to her after they were done. With a jump, she burst open the lid and spread her forelimbs wide. "Surprise!" she yelled. "You all were awe-"

She stopped. There was nopony there. Even more confused now, she climbed out of the chest (nearly slipping on her cummy hooves) and looked around her room. It was the same as before, no jizz-filled tissues, no exhausted stallions, just a bed, some streamers, a dildo, a couple books on how to throw a better party, and Gummy chewing on some wrapping paper.

"You!" A voice behind her made Pinkie turn in surprise. A brown mare was standing in the chest.

"Oh, hi!" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully. "Thanks for throwing me that party! I-"

"How did you escape? No pony can open my chest. You should be half-dead from exhaustion!" The mare's voice quivered with barely contained rage, like a tea kettle just before it starts to boil.

"I'm sorry. Did you want me to come back?"

There was a bestial roar and the mare's form shifted, her features oozing and running like melting ice cream. An arm snaked out from the chest and grabbed Pinkie around the neck, pulling her forward. Pinkie gasped and wriggled, but the thing dragged her inexorably towards the chest, and she saw that the inside had turned into a giant mouth, with hoof-long, razor-sharp teeth and a red writhing tongue. 

Pinkie screamed and twisted her head. With a sucking noise, the thing's arm slipped over her cum-covered coat, releasing the petrified pink pony. The chest monster roared again and lunged for her, but a bolt of lightning from across the room struck its arm. The monster screeched and receded, and a pink glow around the lid shut the chest tight. Chains materialized around the chest and tightened down, holding it shut. The chest rattled, and there was another roar, and then it fell silent. 

"Are you okay?" This was Twilight's voice. Pinkie turned to look and there she stood in the doorway, her hooves set in a solid spellcasting stance and a look of determination on her face. Twilight met Pinkie's eyes, and there was a sudden rush of tears. "Are you okay?" Twilight said again, her voice trembling. "I realized what this was when I got to Applejack's, and I teleported here right away."

Pinkie Pie stared at her, then at the chest, then back at Twilight. "I think I'm okay, actually."

Twilight dashed across the room. "I... I thought I wouldn't make it in time!" she howled, throwing her forelegs around her friend. Then she let go and jumped back. "Ewww," she said. "What is that all over you?"

***

Pinkie Pie turned off the shower. The flow of water stopped, and she stood in the  tub listening to the sound of water dripping off her body. Her tummy felt upset, still full of that monster's cum, but at least she was clean now. She toweled off and went back to her bedroom.

Twilight had drawn a large circle in chalk around the monster and covered it with small symbols that Pinkie didn't recognize. She was sitting in front of it, concentrating on a half-moon she was making. "What're you doing?" Pinkie asked. Twilight didn't look up, but remained focused. 

"Celestia taught me these runes. They're a way to keep the mimic from ever hurting anyone again. I'm sealing it in its box." Twilight finished drawing another symbol, then prodded the chest with her horn. The chalk glowed pink and began to smoke, and Pinkie saw that the symbols were etching themselves into the wood. The monster roared, and strained against its bonds, but the chest remained shut. Twilight sighed in relief. "When this is over, I need to take this back to Tartarus. For now, I'll keep it in the basement of the library. Don't want Pound and Pumpkin to find it."

"'When this is over'?" Pinkie repeated. "When what's over?" She stared at the chest, dormant now, and presumably locked up tight. She remembered the monster that lurked inside, and her carefree remarks earlier about how exotic the monsters were. Her stomach turned over, and she nearly threw up on the carpet.

Twilight stood up. "I don't know who's sending these monsters, but I can find out where they're coming from. And when I do, we're going to go and stop them."