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's naughty FA page.","writing":"Mightmare struggled to free herself from the sticky slime web as the lusty tentacles surrounded her. Trapped deep underground in an abandoned sewer tunnel, the superheroine knew there was no chance of rescue. Her latex costume only delayed the probing tentacles from reaching their prize. One of the many slimy tendrils stroking and rubbing her body managed to slip between her breasts and explore the inside of her leotard, and as it slipped deeper, its weight pressed against her zipper until it inadvertently unzipped her all the way down between her thighs, exposing her large erect nipples and aroused vagina. The tentacles immediatelly picked up Mightmare's love scent and raced each other to be the first to penetrate her.\n\nThe superheroine neighed loudly in a mixture of distress and excitement. To think that just a few hours earlier she'd been sitting at home watching TV with nothing at all planned for the evening...\n\n~\n\nCrysalia changed the channel for the third time. She had nothing at all planned for the evening, so she hoped she could at least find something good on TV. Meh, just local news. The lovely mare lazing away on her couch was about to change the channel again when something sexy convinced her to keep watching this particular programme.\n\n\"This is September O'Lane reporting live from the Toxic Sludge factory,\" said a particularly curvy doe in a yellow rubber jumpsuit that showed off a lot of cleavage.\n\nCrysalia approved.\n\n\"The factory is shutting down this week following a wave of protests from public sectors in the wake of the hideous mutation of four teenagers who were practising ninjitsu in the vicinity of the factory's sewage pipes. The four turtles, who I'm told are brothers, were transformed into freakish five-fingered furless primates upon contact with the oozing discharge. Hospital staff caring for the stricken siblings are hopeful they'll be able to reintegrate into society despite their physical deformities.\"\n\nIt was really nice the way September clasped her oversized microphone to her chest.\n\n\"As you can see behind me, toxic sludge is still flowing into the sewer lines from the Toxic Sludge factory. Our expert on the scene assures me, however, that yours truly is standing safely outside the contaminated zone-\"\n\nWhereupon tentacles emerged from off-camera and wrapped September O'Lane tightly around the waist, then dragged her out of view. The frantic cameraman tried to keep focus on the sexy reporter while at the same time backing away as fast as he could, so the viewers only got a few second of shaky-cam footage showing September being dragged into an open manhole by dozens of slimy tentacles.\n\nCrysalia was leaning closer to the TV screen than parental groups would recommend when the local news team decided to cut to a \"Technical Problems\" card.\n\n\"This looks like a job for Mightmare!\" she declared, striking a heroic pose upon the couch.\n\n~\n\nThere was a crowd of people gathered outside the Toxic Sludge factory by the time Mightmare arrived at nearest rooftop to scope out the scene. Unfortunately, instead of rescue workers and police, the crowd seemed to consist of lawyers explaining to the press how the possible existence of tentacle monsters in the sewers or possible abduction of a hot journalist was in no way caused by any actions taken by Toxic Sludge Inc, past or present.\n\nMightmare decided not to deal with reporters or attorneys today. She'd gotten a lot of good publicity thanks to her recent rescue of Dr. Lactose's milky captives, but she'd also had to endure the doctor's photographs of Mightmare's milking being posted on the internet. At least most people seemed to believe that the milking pics were photoshopped. That the heroic mare herself had saved a few copies of those pictures on her computer was besides the point.\n\nFrom this vantage point she could see that the manhole September O'lane had disappared into was still uncovered. She decided to take the leap. With great skill, the superheroine threw her golden lasso around a lamppost and swung through the air, flying over the heads of the arguing people and dropping hoof-first down the manhole.\n\nThe splash-landing thankfully wasn't as foul as most sewage passages would imply. It was one of those mostly clean sewers used by vigilantes and smugglers. If not for the slimy trails left behind by the tentacles it would be downright hospitable. In fact, it looked like the Toxic Sludge company's lawyers were right: no toxic sludge at all around here. Maybe the tentacle monsters weren't byproducts of irresponsible pollution after all? Also that meant no risk of inconvenient mutation, which Mightmare appreciated. It would really suck if she tracked down September O'Lane just to find she'd already been transformed into a hideous furless hominid.\n\nMightmare had a flashlight in her utility belt, but it didn't turn out to be necessary. The sewer was brightly lit up by flourescent moss and stage lighting. She strode boldly forth, following the slimy trail on the floor and walls. Wherever they'd taken the sexy reporter, Mightmare would follow!\n\nAt first it was an exciting action sequence seeing Mightmare racing through the sewer passages with her cape flowing behind her. But after ten minutes of that stuff it got kind of boring. Even the exciting soundtrack faltered out. Finally, after another ten minutes of running through strangely hygienic sewer puddles, the mare heroine came upon a strange sight.\n\nA spiderweb was stretched across the entire passageway. Well, it really looked like a spiderweb, except it was green and dripping slime. Mightmare picked up a loose brick off the floor and hurled it into the web with all her strength. The sticky webbing stretched and deformed from the weight of the brick then rebounded like a spring. It almost looked like the brick was going to get thrown back at Mightmare but the sticky goo held on tight.\n\n\"Hmmmm...too elastic to be torn, but too sticky to break out of,\" Mightmare observed. \"If I got stuck in that I wouldn't be able to pull free on my own.\"\n\nA more pressing threat emerged before she could decide her next move. It seemed that the brick entering the web had alerted a lot of tentacles hiding inside the walls. A slimy appendage shot out of a brick-sized hole next to Mightmare and wrapped around her waist. She quickly grabbed the tentacle with both hands and pulled with all her strength. While she was struggling, a second tentacle emerged from the floor and slithered up along her leg, stroking along her thigh and settling on poking repeatedly at the zipper covering her crotch. Mightmare grimaced when she saw the tip of it split open, revealing a veiny phallic bulge leaking suspiciously familiar fluid. As the phallic tentacle smeared itself around her hips in a fruitless effort to locate an orifice, Mightmare redoubled her efforts to break free. Would she be defeated so soon? Neigh! The tentacles might be strong, but not as strong as a horse!\n\nMightmare shifted her weight and kicked the ensnaring appendage in its thickest point. It immediatelly loosed its grip and flailed about wildly, getting caught in the slimy spiderweb and accidentally tearing a huge hole in the net before it managed to slither back to the safety of the wall. The croth-sniffing tentacle was so focused on its task that it was still spilling its load onto Mightmare's leotard when she got her hands free. She gave it a mighty slap of naughtiness, causing it to spill its foul load on the floor, then flee back into the hole from whence it came.\n\n\"I'm going to need so many showers when I get home,\" Mightmare declared, followed by \"I hope this stuff doesn't stain latex too badly.\"\n\nThe superheroine wrapped her cape tightly around her and crouched through the hole in the web. At least now she could make some more progress. The slime trail continued down the length corridor. Having gotten a taste of the tentacles' lust behaviour, Mightmare hoped September O'Lane was still safe and un-splooged.\n\nThere was no sign of any more green tendrils. Mightmare was starting to lose track of how far she'd travelled underground. The only thing that seemed different about this sewer passage compared to the last several passages was the increasing frequency of tiny pink flowers growing on the ceiling. In the sexy mood lighting it looked like the flowers were sprinkling sparkly fairy dust, or possibly just tacky makeup glitter. Mightmare tried to brush the powdery substance off her cleavage, noticing as she did so that her nipples were so hard it looked like they were trying to poke through the latex. Not to mention that even the slightest touch was so stimulating her tail started twitching of its own accord, which certainly didn't help as she felt the suddenly exciting sensation of her tail's volumous hair stroking across her bare thighs.\n\nMightmare was no fool. \"Some kind of pheromones!\" she observed. \"I have to get away from these flowers before I lose control!\"\n\nShe wanted to retreat, but she couldn't risk losing September O'Lane's trail. So she bit her lower lip, concentrated as hard as she could, and made large careful strides through the flower field, struggling to resist lying down and stroking herself furiously. The ceiling flowers were only getting closer together and the constant sprinkling of pheromone dust made the temptation overpowering. Mightmare felt something touch her crotch, and jumped back thinking it was another tentacle ambush, but then looked down to see her magical golden rope had uncoiled itself and was stroking her sensually between her legs.\n\n\"Oh no! Bad rope! Not now! Not nooooooeigh-!\" Mightmare neighed in distress as her excessively helpful magic rope started wrapping around her thighs.\n\nThe superheroine's golden lasso was both her greatest weapon and greatest weakness. It was bound to her subconscious desires and enchanted to be as helpeful as possible. Combining that with Mightmare's secret bondage fetish and submissive fantasies meant that under certain arousing circumstances it was as likely to tie her up as any adversary she meant to capture. Like right now. The rope kept rubbing her pussy through her leotard as it spun out and coiled itself between her breasts and then around them, tying her impressive boobs tight before continuing to tie her arms together behind her back. Soon she was completely hogtied and lying helpless beneath the aphrodesiac flowers, moaning and neighing in drawn out orgasm.\n\nThe echoes of Mightmare's sensual self-imposed bondage could be heard far down the sewer passages, where more tentacles stirred. The slimy appendages followed the noise to where they found the horny heroine. Her fur and hair was covered in sweat, her hard nipples had left pale stains where some of her milk had spilled out against her costume, and moisture was leaking out onto her thighs from her dripping-wet crotch.\n\nThe tentacles weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth until the oral sex portion of the inevitable tentacle molestation. So they wrapped up the hogtied heroine and dragged her off to their lair.\n\nAt least the tentacles pulled Mightmare out of range of the arousing flowers, allowing her to finally calm her overstimulated libido. The golden rope started to loosen as she relaxed, which didn't help much since the tentacles took over bondage duty. At which point the flashback portion of the story caught up with the opening.\n\n~\n\nThe tentacle monsters' lair was a big circular room dominated by a gigantic version of the tiny aphrodesiac flowers. The slimy green tentacles were protruding from its big fat stalk. Well, if the tentacle monster was a mutant version of the arousing flowers, then no wonder it was so horny. More importantly, Mightmare had finally found September O'Lane!\n\nThe sexy doe was lying spread-eagled between the pink petals, with her yellow jumpsuit smeared by slime, splooge and turn-on pollen. Phallic tentacles had found their way past her cleavage and invaded her orifices below, though she seemed to be enjoying every second. Mightmare realized that September was probably going through the same experiences she herself had a few minutes ago.\n\nMightmare knew she was strong enough to beat up a few tentacles on her own, but there were dozens of wiggly appendages growing from the giant flower. She'd only have a tiny window of opportunity to grab September and make an exciting escape. The heroine tensed her athletic muscles for the moment when the tentacles wrapping around her would loosen their grip for sex-purposes. Unfortunately, the tentacles weren't taking any chances, and when they released Mightmare it was at throwing speed right into a slimy spiderweb.\n\nAnd then tentacle sex time.\n\nMightmare struggled to free herself from the sticky slime web as the lusty tentacles surrounded her. Her splooge-drenched costume only delayed the probing tentacles from reaching their sexual prize. One of the many slimy tendrils rubbing and stroking her body managed to slip between her boobs and investigate the inside of her leotard, and as it slipped past her navel, its weight pressed against her zipper until it inadvertently unzipped her all the way down between her thighs, exposing her large erect nipples and wet pussy. The tentacles immediatelly picked up Mightmare's love scent and raced each other to be the first to penetrate her. Tentacle #27 was the winner, with crowd-favourite tentacle #8 slipping off-target at the finish line, while the plucky underdog tentacle #41 broke away from the race and slipped between Mightmare's buttocks to claim the consolation prize. Meanwhilst an un-numbered tentacle poked at the heroine's lips until the simultaneous penetrations caused her to unleash a moan.\n\nLet's not mince words. Tentacle fucking commenced in earnest. Phallic throbbing splooge-filled tentacles thrust into Mightmare's every orifice, increasing in tempo. The unlucky tentacles that hadn't managed to find a hole to fill settled for coiling around Mightmare's body, stroking her sensually and occasionally tickling her. The webbed-up superheroine suddenly noticed something even more alarming about her molestation: Thick lumps were forming at the base of the tentacles and slowly flowing through the slimy tubes towards her body. The tentacle monster was going to seed her! \n\nThe mighty mare redoubled her efforts to escape the slimy web, but it was no use. She could pull hard enough to make the web stretch and distort, but the instant her muscles tired she got pulled back by the rebound and got stuck even deeper in the slimy spiderweb. The lumpy seeds weren't slowing down as they slid towards her thoroughly-lubed holes. As a last desperate measure, Mightmare tried to clench her thighs together tightly to prevent the seeds from reaching her pussy. Unfortunately that did nothing to prevent the other two lumpy tentacles from spilling their contents into her mouth and anus. The chunky discharge tasted like strawberry jam and was so slippery it went down Mightmare's throat before she could gag. The feeling in her rear end was indescribable without an adult thesaurus, but the resulting sensations were too overpowering for her to maintain her iron vice thighs. Finally the pussy-ploughing phallus was able to blow its load, filling her to the point where she started to overflow and spill pink goopy flower-seeds onto the ground. The mouth-loving tentacle retracted in time for Mightmare to let out a loud orgasmic neigh that echoed off the walls. As the superheroine wound down from her explosive orgasm it felt like the walls were shaking.\n\n\"Ooooooooo... Whaaaaaa...? THE WALLS REALLY ARE SHAKING!\" Mightmare shouted in surprise.\n\nWhat the heck had happened!? The giant flowery tentacle monster was writhing and pounding the walls with its slimy tendrils. Mightmare looked down and noticed that her breasts were leaking a lot of milk. She then saw the milk spills on the ground and realized that the giant flower's petals were covered in milk spray. Was that really the cause for its excessively violent reaction? Lactose-intolerance!?\n\nSeptember O'Lane was dropped to the ground in front of Mightmare. She was still panting and moaning softly, stroking herself with her eyes shut tight. The heroine gathered her resolve and tried again to break free from the spiderweb. The web stretched, but still wouldn't break. However the increased jiggling caused more milk to spill from Mightmare's breasts, and as soon as the white fluid touched the sticky green substance it started to change. The slime abruptly started to dry up and harden. Mightmare pulled again, and this time the hardened web cracked up and shattered into flaky fragments.\n\nThe tentacle monster's excursions through the sewers had clearly weakened the foundations. Dirt was pouring from holes in the ceiling as the chamber threatened to collapse due to the giant flower monster's lactose-intolerant tantrums. Mightmare knew they were running out of time, so she grit her teeth, tensed her muscles, and struck a heroic pose, shattering the spiderweb to bits. Then, as everything started to collapse, Mightmare swept up the oversexed doe reporter in her arms and galloped as fast as a horse towards the exit. The mare heroine didn't slow down until the sound of the sewer cave-in was far behind them.\n\nOnce it seemed safe enough to stop and catch her breath, Mightmare laid September gently down and crouched down to regain her strength. The doe's lovely long eyelashes fluttered as she awoke.\n\n\"Mmmmmm...what?\" September said. \"Huh? Mightmare! What happened? I remember those awful green things pulled me down in the icky sewer and then...uhhhhhh...\"\n\n\"It's alright,\" said Mightmare reassuringly. \"The tentacle monster is gone.\"\n\n\"WHAT!? That's awful! Do you know how much people would pay for a ride on that thing? I mean, with a little restraint it could be the best sex toy and novelty pet ever!!\"\n\nMightmare blinked. That was not the response she expected. September did have a point, though. Just the thought of that experience made her feel so hot. The doe in the yellow jumpsuit looked really hot too. In fact, the way she was licking her lips and looking at the mare seemed really inviting... That was when Mightmare noticed the sprinkles on her breasts. She looked up.\n\n\"Oh poop,\" she said, seeing the pink flowerbed spread across the ceiling. \"I forgot about those. Miss O'Lane, we need to-\"\n\nBut she got interrupted by the doe leaping at her and bearing her to the ground in a tight embrace, furiously kissing her and fondling her. As her mighty willpower succumbed to the aphrodesiac pollen, Mightmare realized her only chance was to get them both out of the field of the flowers. So she grabbed onto September and rolled over on the floor, one step closer to safety. September shifted her weight over in response and leaned back, slipping her legs between Mightmare's pressing their crotches together. Mightmare in turn pinned her legs around September, and rolled over again. They kept scissoring each other as they slowly rolled onward. It looked like they were going to get away, when September suddenly decided that wasn't enough, and crawled over Mightmare, pulling her zipper all the way down again. Before the heroine could protest, September was tongue-deep in her pussy.\n\n~\n\nHow many hours had it been since Mightmare entered the sewers?\n\nWell, the moon was up, the crowd of lawyers and reporters had all gone home, and Mightmare slept peacefully in a corner at the edge of the aphrodesiac flowers with September cuddled up next to her. The superheroine's latex costume was lying on the floor nearby, with the reporter's rubber jumpsuit draped over it.\n\nMightmare woke up feeling terribly bloated. She opened one eye, saw her huge pregnant belly swollen out past her large breasts, but felt too sleepy to deal with that. So she tried to get back to sleep. At which point her brain re-evaluated the data it had just recieved, filled it into the \"shock and surprise\" folder, and sent it back downstairs for processing.\n\n\"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-\" Mightmare articulated, shocked and surprised.\n\nSeptember woke up from the scream, saw her own hugely pregnant belly, and uttered an \"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-\" of agreement.\n\nThe tentacle monster's seeds had grown to birthing size in just a matter of hours. The sudden rush of energy as the pair realized their condition was exactly what it took to push them over the edge. Within seconds the contractions started, and both mare and doe were pushing with all they had left.\n\n\"I think I see a tentacle!\"\n\n\"Meeeeeee tooooooooo-!\"\n\nAfter the tentacles emerged a pale sleek flower bud followed with a thick green stalk shaped like a baby's torso, and then finally a pair of cute clumsy little footsies with dainty little hooves. But as soon as the first infant tentacle monster stumbled onto its feet Mightmare felt her contractions resume as another tentacle-limbed offspring sought fresh air.\n\nOnce it was finally over Mightmare and September found themselves holding on to five adorable baby tentacle monsters each. The mare had to warn the doe to avoid nursing until they could determine if these offspring were as terribly lactose-intolerant as their parent.\n\nMightmare wondered how she could balance her superheroine duties with maintaining a secret identity and raising a bunch of tentacle monsters that would have to be trained not to persistently molest the nearest person once they grew up. But September O'Lane was more than happy to help out in that regard. As she'd said, these things could become a goldmine, and she had just the right contacts to help with raising and training the innocent little tentacle monsters so they could grow up to be nice and helpful; only engaging in furious tentacle sex when it was approved and appropriate.\n\nIn return for letting September take care of her adorable, if slimy, offspring, Mightmare asked only that the plucky reporter not mention in her report where they'd really come from. Oh, and that the mare heroine would be allowed to spend some private time with one of them once they were all grown up. One of September's, of course. Otherwise it'd be weird.\n\nEND.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Mightmare struggled to free herself from the sticky slime web as the lusty tentacles surrounded her. Trapped deep underground in an abandoned sewer tunnel, the superheroine knew there was no chance of rescue. Her latex costume only delayed the probing tentacles from reaching their prize. One of the many slimy tendrils stroking and rubbing her body managed to slip between her breasts and explore the inside of her leotard, and as it slipped deeper, its weight pressed against her zipper until it inadvertently unzipped her all the way down between her thighs, exposing her large erect nipples and aroused vagina. The tentacles immediatelly picked up Mightmare's love scent and raced each other to be the first to penetrate her.

The superheroine neighed loudly in a mixture of distress and excitement. To think that just a few hours earlier she'd been sitting at home watching TV with nothing at all planned for the evening...

~

Crysalia changed the channel for the third time. She had nothing at all planned for the evening, so she hoped she could at least find something good on TV. Meh, just local news. The lovely mare lazing away on her couch was about to change the channel again when something sexy convinced her to keep watching this particular programme.

"This is September O'Lane reporting live from the Toxic Sludge factory," said a particularly curvy doe in a yellow rubber jumpsuit that showed off a lot of cleavage.

Crysalia approved.

"The factory is shutting down this week following a wave of protests from public sectors in the wake of the hideous mutation of four teenagers who were practising ninjitsu in the vicinity of the factory's sewage pipes. The four turtles, who I'm told are brothers, were transformed into freakish five-fingered furless primates upon contact with the oozing discharge. Hospital staff caring for the stricken siblings are hopeful they'll be able to reintegrate into society despite their physical deformities."

It was really nice the way September clasped her oversized microphone to her chest.

"As you can see behind me, toxic sludge is still flowing into the sewer lines from the Toxic Sludge factory. Our expert on the scene assures me, however, that yours truly is standing safely outside the contaminated zone-"

Whereupon tentacles emerged from off-camera and wrapped September O'Lane tightly around the waist, then dragged her out of view. The frantic cameraman tried to keep focus on the sexy reporter while at the same time backing away as fast as he could, so the viewers only got a few second of shaky-cam footage showing September being dragged into an open manhole by dozens of slimy tentacles.

Crysalia was leaning closer to the TV screen than parental groups would recommend when the local news team decided to cut to a "Technical Problems" card.

"This looks like a job for Mightmare!" she declared, striking a heroic pose upon the couch.

~

There was a crowd of people gathered outside the Toxic Sludge factory by the time Mightmare arrived at nearest rooftop to scope out the scene. Unfortunately, instead of rescue workers and police, the crowd seemed to consist of lawyers explaining to the press how the possible existence of tentacle monsters in the sewers or possible abduction of a hot journalist was in no way caused by any actions taken by Toxic Sludge Inc, past or present.

Mightmare decided not to deal with reporters or attorneys today. She'd gotten a lot of good publicity thanks to her recent rescue of Dr. Lactose's milky captives, but she'd also had to endure the doctor's photographs of Mightmare's milking being posted on the internet. At least most people seemed to believe that the milking pics were photoshopped. That the heroic mare herself had saved a few copies of those pictures on her computer was besides the point.

From this vantage point she could see that the manhole September O'lane had disappared into was still uncovered. She decided to take the leap. With great skill, the superheroine threw her golden lasso around a lamppost and swung through the air, flying over the heads of the arguing people and dropping hoof-first down the manhole.

The splash-landing thankfully wasn't as foul as most sewage passages would imply. It was one of those mostly clean sewers used by vigilantes and smugglers. If not for the slimy trails left behind by the tentacles it would be downright hospitable. In fact, it looked like the Toxic Sludge company's lawyers were right: no toxic sludge at all around here. Maybe the tentacle monsters weren't byproducts of irresponsible pollution after all? Also that meant no risk of inconvenient mutation, which Mightmare appreciated. It would really suck if she tracked down September O'Lane just to find she'd already been transformed into a hideous furless hominid.

Mightmare had a flashlight in her utility belt, but it didn't turn out to be necessary. The sewer was brightly lit up by flourescent moss and stage lighting. She strode boldly forth, following the slimy trail on the floor and walls. Wherever they'd taken the sexy reporter, Mightmare would follow!

At first it was an exciting action sequence seeing Mightmare racing through the sewer passages with her cape flowing behind her. But after ten minutes of that stuff it got kind of boring. Even the exciting soundtrack faltered out. Finally, after another ten minutes of running through strangely hygienic sewer puddles, the mare heroine came upon a strange sight.

A spiderweb was stretched across the entire passageway. Well, it really looked like a spiderweb, except it was green and dripping slime. Mightmare picked up a loose brick off the floor and hurled it into the web with all her strength. The sticky webbing stretched and deformed from the weight of the brick then rebounded like a spring. It almost looked like the brick was going to get thrown back at Mightmare but the sticky goo held on tight.

"Hmmmm...too elastic to be torn, but too sticky to break out of," Mightmare observed. "If I got stuck in that I wouldn't be able to pull free on my own."

A more pressing threat emerged before she could decide her next move. It seemed that the brick entering the web had alerted a lot of tentacles hiding inside the walls. A slimy appendage shot out of a brick-sized hole next to Mightmare and wrapped around her waist. She quickly grabbed the tentacle with both hands and pulled with all her strength. While she was struggling, a second tentacle emerged from the floor and slithered up along her leg, stroking along her thigh and settling on poking repeatedly at the zipper covering her crotch. Mightmare grimaced when she saw the tip of it split open, revealing a veiny phallic bulge leaking suspiciously familiar fluid. As the phallic tentacle smeared itself around her hips in a fruitless effort to locate an orifice, Mightmare redoubled her efforts to break free. Would she be defeated so soon? Neigh! The tentacles might be strong, but not as strong as a horse!

Mightmare shifted her weight and kicked the ensnaring appendage in its thickest point. It immediatelly loosed its grip and flailed about wildly, getting caught in the slimy spiderweb and accidentally tearing a huge hole in the net before it managed to slither back to the safety of the wall. The croth-sniffing tentacle was so focused on its task that it was still spilling its load onto Mightmare's leotard when she got her hands free. She gave it a mighty slap of naughtiness, causing it to spill its foul load on the floor, then flee back into the hole from whence it came.

"I'm going to need so many showers when I get home," Mightmare declared, followed by "I hope this stuff doesn't stain latex too badly."

The superheroine wrapped her cape tightly around her and crouched through the hole in the web. At least now she could make some more progress. The slime trail continued down the length corridor. Having gotten a taste of the tentacles' lust behaviour, Mightmare hoped September O'Lane was still safe and un-splooged.

There was no sign of any more green tendrils. Mightmare was starting to lose track of how far she'd travelled underground. The only thing that seemed different about this sewer passage compared to the last several passages was the increasing frequency of tiny pink flowers growing on the ceiling. In the sexy mood lighting it looked like the flowers were sprinkling sparkly fairy dust, or possibly just tacky makeup glitter. Mightmare tried to brush the powdery substance off her cleavage, noticing as she did so that her nipples were so hard it looked like they were trying to poke through the latex. Not to mention that even the slightest touch was so stimulating her tail started twitching of its own accord, which certainly didn't help as she felt the suddenly exciting sensation of her tail's volumous hair stroking across her bare thighs.

Mightmare was no fool. "Some kind of pheromones!" she observed. "I have to get away from these flowers before I lose control!"

She wanted to retreat, but she couldn't risk losing September O'Lane's trail. So she bit her lower lip, concentrated as hard as she could, and made large careful strides through the flower field, struggling to resist lying down and stroking herself furiously. The ceiling flowers were only getting closer together and the constant sprinkling of pheromone dust made the temptation overpowering. Mightmare felt something touch her crotch, and jumped back thinking it was another tentacle ambush, but then looked down to see her magical golden rope had uncoiled itself and was stroking her sensually between her legs.

"Oh no! Bad rope! Not now! Not nooooooeigh-!" Mightmare neighed in distress as her excessively helpful magic rope started wrapping around her thighs.

The superheroine's golden lasso was both her greatest weapon and greatest weakness. It was bound to her subconscious desires and enchanted to be as helpeful as possible. Combining that with Mightmare's secret bondage fetish and submissive fantasies meant that under certain arousing circumstances it was as likely to tie her up as any adversary she meant to capture. Like right now. The rope kept rubbing her pussy through her leotard as it spun out and coiled itself between her breasts and then around them, tying her impressive boobs tight before continuing to tie her arms together behind her back. Soon she was completely hogtied and lying helpless beneath the aphrodesiac flowers, moaning and neighing in drawn out orgasm.

The echoes of Mightmare's sensual self-imposed bondage could be heard far down the sewer passages, where more tentacles stirred. The slimy appendages followed the noise to where they found the horny heroine. Her fur and hair was covered in sweat, her hard nipples had left pale stains where some of her milk had spilled out against her costume, and moisture was leaking out onto her thighs from her dripping-wet crotch.

The tentacles weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth until the oral sex portion of the inevitable tentacle molestation. So they wrapped up the hogtied heroine and dragged her off to their lair.

At least the tentacles pulled Mightmare out of range of the arousing flowers, allowing her to finally calm her overstimulated libido. The golden rope started to loosen as she relaxed, which didn't help much since the tentacles took over bondage duty. At which point the flashback portion of the story caught up with the opening.

~

The tentacle monsters' lair was a big circular room dominated by a gigantic version of the tiny aphrodesiac flowers. The slimy green tentacles were protruding from its big fat stalk. Well, if the tentacle monster was a mutant version of the arousing flowers, then no wonder it was so horny. More importantly, Mightmare had finally found September O'Lane!

The sexy doe was lying spread-eagled between the pink petals, with her yellow jumpsuit smeared by slime, splooge and turn-on pollen. Phallic tentacles had found their way past her cleavage and invaded her orifices below, though she seemed to be enjoying every second. Mightmare realized that September was probably going through the same experiences she herself had a few minutes ago.

Mightmare knew she was strong enough to beat up a few tentacles on her own, but there were dozens of wiggly appendages growing from the giant flower. She'd only have a tiny window of opportunity to grab September and make an exciting escape. The heroine tensed her athletic muscles for the moment when the tentacles wrapping around her would loosen their grip for sex-purposes. Unfortunately, the tentacles weren't taking any chances, and when they released Mightmare it was at throwing speed right into a slimy spiderweb.

And then tentacle sex time.

Mightmare struggled to free herself from the sticky slime web as the lusty tentacles surrounded her. Her splooge-drenched costume only delayed the probing tentacles from reaching their sexual prize. One of the many slimy tendrils rubbing and stroking her body managed to slip between her boobs and investigate the inside of her leotard, and as it slipped past her navel, its weight pressed against her zipper until it inadvertently unzipped her all the way down between her thighs, exposing her large erect nipples and wet pussy. The tentacles immediatelly picked up Mightmare's love scent and raced each other to be the first to penetrate her. Tentacle #27 was the winner, with crowd-favourite tentacle #8 slipping off-target at the finish line, while the plucky underdog tentacle #41 broke away from the race and slipped between Mightmare's buttocks to claim the consolation prize. Meanwhilst an un-numbered tentacle poked at the heroine's lips until the simultaneous penetrations caused her to unleash a moan.

Let's not mince words. Tentacle fucking commenced in earnest. Phallic throbbing splooge-filled tentacles thrust into Mightmare's every orifice, increasing in tempo. The unlucky tentacles that hadn't managed to find a hole to fill settled for coiling around Mightmare's body, stroking her sensually and occasionally tickling her. The webbed-up superheroine suddenly noticed something even more alarming about her molestation: Thick lumps were forming at the base of the tentacles and slowly flowing through the slimy tubes towards her body. The tentacle monster was going to seed her!

The mighty mare redoubled her efforts to escape the slimy web, but it was no use. She could pull hard enough to make the web stretch and distort, but the instant her muscles tired she got pulled back by the rebound and got stuck even deeper in the slimy spiderweb. The lumpy seeds weren't slowing down as they slid towards her thoroughly-lubed holes. As a last desperate measure, Mightmare tried to clench her thighs together tightly to prevent the seeds from reaching her pussy. Unfortunately that did nothing to prevent the other two lumpy tentacles from spilling their contents into her mouth and anus. The chunky discharge tasted like strawberry jam and was so slippery it went down Mightmare's throat before she could gag. The feeling in her rear end was indescribable without an adult thesaurus, but the resulting sensations were too overpowering for her to maintain her iron vice thighs. Finally the pussy-ploughing phallus was able to blow its load, filling her to the point where she started to overflow and spill pink goopy flower-seeds onto the ground. The mouth-loving tentacle retracted in time for Mightmare to let out a loud orgasmic neigh that echoed off the walls. As the superheroine wound down from her explosive orgasm it felt like the walls were shaking.

"Ooooooooo... Whaaaaaa...? THE WALLS REALLY ARE SHAKING!" Mightmare shouted in surprise.

What the heck had happened!? The giant flowery tentacle monster was writhing and pounding the walls with its slimy tendrils. Mightmare looked down and noticed that her breasts were leaking a lot of milk. She then saw the milk spills on the ground and realized that the giant flower's petals were covered in milk spray. Was that really the cause for its excessively violent reaction? Lactose-intolerance!?

September O'Lane was dropped to the ground in front of Mightmare. She was still panting and moaning softly, stroking herself with her eyes shut tight. The heroine gathered her resolve and tried again to break free from the spiderweb. The web stretched, but still wouldn't break. However the increased jiggling caused more milk to spill from Mightmare's breasts, and as soon as the white fluid touched the sticky green substance it started to change. The slime abruptly started to dry up and harden. Mightmare pulled again, and this time the hardened web cracked up and shattered into flaky fragments.

The tentacle monster's excursions through the sewers had clearly weakened the foundations. Dirt was pouring from holes in the ceiling as the chamber threatened to collapse due to the giant flower monster's lactose-intolerant tantrums. Mightmare knew they were running out of time, so she grit her teeth, tensed her muscles, and struck a heroic pose, shattering the spiderweb to bits. Then, as everything started to collapse, Mightmare swept up the oversexed doe reporter in her arms and galloped as fast as a horse towards the exit. The mare heroine didn't slow down until the sound of the sewer cave-in was far behind them.

Once it seemed safe enough to stop and catch her breath, Mightmare laid September gently down and crouched down to regain her strength. The doe's lovely long eyelashes fluttered as she awoke.

"Mmmmmm...what?" September said. "Huh? Mightmare! What happened? I remember those awful green things pulled me down in the icky sewer and then...uhhhhhh..."

"It's alright," said Mightmare reassuringly. "The tentacle monster is gone."

"WHAT!? That's awful! Do you know how much people would pay for a ride on that thing? I mean, with a little restraint it could be the best sex toy and novelty pet ever!!"

Mightmare blinked. That was not the response she expected. September did have a point, though. Just the thought of that experience made her feel so hot. The doe in the yellow jumpsuit looked really hot too. In fact, the way she was licking her lips and looking at the mare seemed really inviting... That was when Mightmare noticed the sprinkles on her breasts. She looked up.

"Oh poop," she said, seeing the pink flowerbed spread across the ceiling. "I forgot about those. Miss O'Lane, we need to-"

But she got interrupted by the doe leaping at her and bearing her to the ground in a tight embrace, furiously kissing her and fondling her. As her mighty willpower succumbed to the aphrodesiac pollen, Mightmare realized her only chance was to get them both out of the field of the flowers. So she grabbed onto September and rolled over on the floor, one step closer to safety. September shifted her weight over in response and leaned back, slipping her legs between Mightmare's pressing their crotches together. Mightmare in turn pinned her legs around September, and rolled over again. They kept scissoring each other as they slowly rolled onward. It looked like they were going to get away, when September suddenly decided that wasn't enough, and crawled over Mightmare, pulling her zipper all the way down again. Before the heroine could protest, September was tongue-deep in her pussy.

~

How many hours had it been since Mightmare entered the sewers?

Well, the moon was up, the crowd of lawyers and reporters had all gone home, and Mightmare slept peacefully in a corner at the edge of the aphrodesiac flowers with September cuddled up next to her. The superheroine's latex costume was lying on the floor nearby, with the reporter's rubber jumpsuit draped over it.

Mightmare woke up feeling terribly bloated. She opened one eye, saw her huge pregnant belly swollen out past her large breasts, but felt too sleepy to deal with that. So she tried to get back to sleep. At which point her brain re-evaluated the data it had just recieved, filled it into the "shock and surprise" folder, and sent it back downstairs for processing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Mightmare articulated, shocked and surprised.

September woke up from the scream, saw her own hugely pregnant belly, and uttered an "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-" of agreement.

The tentacle monster's seeds had grown to birthing size in just a matter of hours. The sudden rush of energy as the pair realized their condition was exactly what it took to push them over the edge. Within seconds the contractions started, and both mare and doe were pushing with all they had left.

"I think I see a tentacle!"

"Meeeeeee tooooooooo-!"

After the tentacles emerged a pale sleek flower bud followed with a thick green stalk shaped like a baby's torso, and then finally a pair of cute clumsy little footsies with dainty little hooves. But as soon as the first infant tentacle monster stumbled onto its feet Mightmare felt her contractions resume as another tentacle-limbed offspring sought fresh air.

Once it was finally over Mightmare and September found themselves holding on to five adorable baby tentacle monsters each. The mare had to warn the doe to avoid nursing until they could determine if these offspring were as terribly lactose-intolerant as their parent.

Mightmare wondered how she could balance her superheroine duties with maintaining a secret identity and raising a bunch of tentacle monsters that would have to be trained not to persistently molest the nearest person once they grew up. But September O'Lane was more than happy to help out in that regard. As she'd said, these things could become a goldmine, and she had just the right contacts to help with raising and training the innocent little tentacle monsters so they could grow up to be nice and helpful; only engaging in furious tentacle sex when it was approved and appropriate.

In return for letting September take care of her adorable, if slimy, offspring, Mightmare asked only that the plucky reporter not mention in her report where they'd really come from. Oh, and that the mare heroine would be allowed to spend some private time with one of them once they were all grown up. One of September's, of course. Otherwise it'd be weird.

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