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Commissioned by Deus Folt, with mini-fic written by Deus Folt:
Toola Roola struggled feebly, moaning as another wave of frustration washed over her. No matter how much she squirmed in the slick tentacles’ tight grip, the somewhat foreign sensation of arousal never seemed to hit its peak. Her hips bucked subconsciously as the aphrodisiac coating the tendrils clouded her mind, causing her to want nothing but release, and making her willing to do anything to achieve it. She didn’t even know what cumming was, but as she felt her clit being gently tickled and squeezed by an errant slithery limb, her body screamed that it wanted to do so. Even her forehooves joined in this plea, weakly straining against the bulky coils that pinned them to her chest.
Toola squealed involuntarily as she felt the thick tentacle filling her up end to end shift around, sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine. As her eyes rolled back, she managed to spot Coconut Cream through a gap in her upside-down mane. The other filly was suspended helplessly above the ground much like she was, although Coconut at least had the fortune of being positioned upright. Her eyes drooped heavily as she wiggled around, panting and keening softly as she too tried to drive herself towards a climax, but never quite got there. Toola shuddered as her eyes focused down the length of the thick, wet tendril that had entered her rear and exited via her gullet. The tentacle’s journey didn’t end there; instead, it wound its way into her friend’s own mouth, before exiting out her back end as well. They were connected, it seemed: not only in that they had entered this predicament together, but that they shared the same device that was driving them mad with futile lust.
Coconut Cream locked eyes with Toola Roola, her gaze silently pleading. The rainbow-maned filly could only imagine what her best friend was going through, but she imagined that she was having a lot of the same pleasurable, yet intensely unsatisfying feelings that she herself was having then. There was almost an unspoken question as they gazed into each other’s eyes, fidgeting and twitching with each movement of the large tentacle back and forth within them, and it was a simple one:
When would this all be over?
They had both set out earlier to the Everfree Forest upon overhearing some older ponies talking about a plant that made them feel incredibly good. One short journey later, and they had stumbled upon the mass of tendrils that now held them within its grasp. Naively, they had decided that if this was something grown ponies enjoyed, then they would enjoy it too. Nopony knew they had left, but surely they would be missed when they didn’t return; the sun was already setting. The real question lingering in their foggy minds was not if they would be found, but how long they would have to be held so maddeningly close to the edge of orgasming before they were. After all, they were promised pleasure, not the endless withholding of the climax they so desired.
Toola was jerked out of her remembrance as a jolt of heat shot across her body, causing her to tingle from head to hoof; apparently a small teasing tentacle had decided it was a good time to squeeze her clit. She whined and thrashed about as a wall of pressure built within her before slowly fading away. She had been brought to the edge and back again for the umpteenth time in the past few hours, and she was beginning to wonder whether she was ever going to get out of this mess. But her hips still bucked all the same, and she still panted and moaned as she glanced again towards Coconut, who was reacting likewise.
She didn’t know that the aphrodisiac being constantly absorbed by their bodies was also a powerful orgasm suppressor, and that as long as they were being held by the coils that they would never cum, no matter how hard they tried. But still Toola thrust, whined, whimpered, and squirmed in the hopes of finally achieving the sweet release she’d been reaching towards for a few hours now.
They would eventually get their release quite some time later as soon as somepony found them…but not the kind of release that they had been begging for.
Toola Roola struggled feebly, moaning as another wave of frustration washed over her. No matter how much she squirmed in the slick tentacles’ tight grip, the somewhat foreign sensation of arousal never seemed to hit its peak. Her hips bucked subconsciously as the aphrodisiac coating the tendrils clouded her mind, causing her to want nothing but release, and making her willing to do anything to achieve it. She didn’t even know what cumming was, but as she felt her clit being gently tickled and squeezed by an errant slithery limb, her body screamed that it wanted to do so. Even her forehooves joined in this plea, weakly straining against the bulky coils that pinned them to her chest.
Toola squealed involuntarily as she felt the thick tentacle filling her up end to end shift around, sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine. As her eyes rolled back, she managed to spot Coconut Cream through a gap in her upside-down mane. The other filly was suspended helplessly above the ground much like she was, although Coconut at least had the fortune of being positioned upright. Her eyes drooped heavily as she wiggled around, panting and keening softly as she too tried to drive herself towards a climax, but never quite got there. Toola shuddered as her eyes focused down the length of the thick, wet tendril that had entered her rear and exited via her gullet. The tentacle’s journey didn’t end there; instead, it wound its way into her friend’s own mouth, before exiting out her back end as well. They were connected, it seemed: not only in that they had entered this predicament together, but that they shared the same device that was driving them mad with futile lust.
Coconut Cream locked eyes with Toola Roola, her gaze silently pleading. The rainbow-maned filly could only imagine what her best friend was going through, but she imagined that she was having a lot of the same pleasurable, yet intensely unsatisfying feelings that she herself was having then. There was almost an unspoken question as they gazed into each other’s eyes, fidgeting and twitching with each movement of the large tentacle back and forth within them, and it was a simple one:
When would this all be over?
They had both set out earlier to the Everfree Forest upon overhearing some older ponies talking about a plant that made them feel incredibly good. One short journey later, and they had stumbled upon the mass of tendrils that now held them within its grasp. Naively, they had decided that if this was something grown ponies enjoyed, then they would enjoy it too. Nopony knew they had left, but surely they would be missed when they didn’t return; the sun was already setting. The real question lingering in their foggy minds was not if they would be found, but how long they would have to be held so maddeningly close to the edge of orgasming before they were. After all, they were promised pleasure, not the endless withholding of the climax they so desired.
Toola was jerked out of her remembrance as a jolt of heat shot across her body, causing her to tingle from head to hoof; apparently a small teasing tentacle had decided it was a good time to squeeze her clit. She whined and thrashed about as a wall of pressure built within her before slowly fading away. She had been brought to the edge and back again for the umpteenth time in the past few hours, and she was beginning to wonder whether she was ever going to get out of this mess. But her hips still bucked all the same, and she still panted and moaned as she glanced again towards Coconut, who was reacting likewise.
She didn’t know that the aphrodisiac being constantly absorbed by their bodies was also a powerful orgasm suppressor, and that as long as they were being held by the coils that they would never cum, no matter how hard they tried. But still Toola thrust, whined, whimpered, and squirmed in the hopes of finally achieving the sweet release she’d been reaching towards for a few hours now.
They would eventually get their release quite some time later as soon as somepony found them…but not the kind of release that they had been begging for.
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