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, who I hope will share some of her amazing art here soon. These two commission pieces were made specifically with a story idea in mind, written by the notoriously talented Schorl Tourmaline. I encourage you all to read her written works.", "writing": "Written by Schorl Tourmaline\n+++++\n\n“Supermare, wake up, we’re in trouble!”\n\nThese were the words Supermare, The Mare of Steel, heard before opening her eyes. “What is it Superfill-ow!” With her consciousness returning to her, the super heroine became painfully aware of a powerful ache brewing in her skull. What had happened to her though? Last thing she remembered was that she was in a strange alternate universe vastly different from her own. Supermare and Superfilly were trying to save some mares from enslavement, but encountered an odd caribou creature wearing a glowing green suit that covered his whole body. They learned all too late that the deer man was packing more apponite than the two had ever seen in one spot, and in their weakened state they were easily subdued, violated, and rendered unconscious.\n\nNow she and Superfilly, a fellow Apponian, were in some dank and dark dungeon, a prison created of three stone walls and one barred iron door. The person who had captured them must have really underestimated their abilities, as such a door would be easily destroyed by either of the two trapped inside.\n\nThe bruised Apponian made it to her hooves despite the pain buzzing in her skull. Through willpower alone, she focused her attention on the barred iron door, taking a bar in each hand. She spared only a second to acknowledge the extra effort she needed just to close her fist around the bars before she started pulling. \n\n“HRRRNNN!!!” she grunted out, hands on the thing obstructing her exit, finding them to be much more resilient than first assumed.\n\n“That ain’t gonna work,” Superfilly said forlorn, sitting on her knees right where she had been when Supermare woke up.\n\n“Of course it’ll work,” Supermare rebutted, “What’s got ya feeling all defeated like this?” The powerful adult mare looked back to her cohort, somewhat displeased with this newly emerging defeatist attitude. Then she saw it...\n\nAround Superfilly’s neck was a black band, made of hard leather encasing an even more solid metal loop within. Supermare could tell because she could feel it from around the collar currently gripping her own throat. Those alone were shocking enough to see, but there was something worse still that accompanied these two symbols of enslavement, as both bore chains attached to them made of a glowing green metal, one that Supermare dreadfully recognized on sight.\n\n“Apponite.” she uttered hushly.\n\nImmediately after she uttered that from her lips, a blaring noise filled the cell, loud enough to make both super ponies clasp their ears down against their skulls in pain. Then, once the sound died down, a voice filled the room.\n\n“Raise and shine you two. We all have a big day ahead of us.”\n\nSupermare recognized the cheerful voice as that of Twilight, which in the current circumstances didn’t make her feel better in the least. “Where are we? What do ya want from us?”\n\n“I only want to help you,” Twilight replied, “Our masters want you both to submit and become as all mares should be. Loyal, obedient, and ready to offer up their bodies at the unbuckling of a belt.”\n\n“We’d never submit to the like of you!” Supermare said, giving a stock reply to the grim revelation of what their captors wanted.\n\n“You’re so confused… perhaps it’s a side effect of the synthetic apponite. I didn’t say you had to submit to me, but I am going to help you submit to our masters.” Twilight said, giggling to herself a little before adding, “All though, it will be my first time teaching a filly her proper place as well.”\n\nSuddenly, another voice joined in on the conversation, coming over the same loudspeaker Twilight was using.\n\n“Hey Twilight, whatcha doing? Oh! Can I play with the machine too?”\n\n“Pinkie, no!” said Twilight curtly, “This isn’t a toy, and I’m not playing. I’m doing an important task for the masters.”\n\n“Is this about the new sluts in the dungeons? Are you going to start their special training?” Pinkie pie asked, curious about what it was Twilight had been tasked with.\n\n“Yes, and if you’re a good girl and don’t touch anything you can stay and watch.”\n\n“Yippee! I’m so excited!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, Supermare picturing the pink pony literally jumping for joy as she did.\n\n“You’re not the only one it seems. Just look at the our captive’s nipples. I wonder if they are actually hard as diamonds.”\n\nBoth Supermare and Superfilly looked at themselves, and found that their nipples were indeed poking out from behind the fabric of their suits. Embarrassment quickly overcame them, with Supermare trying to cover her shame with her arms, while her little sister hunched forward, chest to her knees and whimpering from embarrassment.\n\n“Why try to hide it?” Twilight asked, “You both clearly want to show off your bodies, wearing skin tight suits like that. But enough banter. Let me get the door for you.”\n\nThe door to the cell released and opened up for the two heroines inside. Though, before Supermare could even try to begin formulating a plan of escape, the chains on their collars started to move. The links of the long chain length had slid under the cell door, allow it to pass over them with ease when it unlocked. Now they were slowly retracting, links disappearing one by one around the corner of the doorway.\n\n“Superfilly, to your hooves!” Supermare said, seeing what was happening.\n\nSuperfilly listened to her sister, standing up off the ground, but not before the chains had grown taut, pulling her and her big sister out of their cell and into the hallway by their slave collars. \nSupermare tried to resist this pull, grabbing the glowing chain in hand, turning away from the direction of the pull, diggin her hooves into the smooth stone floor as much as she could. As she was forced to take step after step forward into the hallway, she tried putting her entire weight into going against the chain leash in hopes that what strength she had left would be enough to break even a single glowing link. It wasn’t enough though. For all the tone and definition her once powerful muscles had, they were nothing more than deception of Supermare’s weakened state.\n\nWatching her sister’s desperate struggle, Superfilly found it hard to muster up the will to resist alongside her sister. She wanted to try, but she remembered the abuse she suffered at the hands of the caribou in the green bodysuit, when it sprayed apponite gas directly in her face while at the same time raping her sister’s mouth. Supermare hadn’t been able to save them then, and her attempts to stop herself from being dragged deeper into the dark prison were proof that she couldn’t save them now. With the apponite present, they were both not just powerless, but significantly weakened. Frightened to the point of tears, the teenaged heroine grasped her collar, fingers searching for a way to try and pry the collar off, even though it was hard just to fit the tips of her fingers between the collar and her neck. With the little she could hold of the collar, she pulled at it as hard as she could, if anything to relieve the pressure on her throat. The stiff collar would not budge no matter how hard she pulled or how tense her muscles swelled with effort.\n\nLike her sister, she couldn’t save them from the forced march to whatever doom awaited them. \n\n[hr]\n\nThe two superheroines were dragged by their necks slowly through the halls of the dank dungeon, unable to go against the steady pull on their collars. Supermare herself never stopped trying to snap the chain, humiliating herself before the other prisoners held captive in this place as she slipped and stumbled on the smooth stone floor. \n\nWhat was happening in this place was atrocious. Supermare saw females of a variety of species held in cells just like she had been, though sad to say not nearly in as comfortable of situations. This world for some reason sought nothing but the abuse, belittlement, and subjugation of women, and here it showed in spades. As the two heroines were forced to pass row after row of cell doors, they spotted women trapped in devices of depraved sexual torment, sometimes as many as five to a cell. Whether it was something as simple as a pegasus mare bound to a wooden wedge with weights to force pressure on her nethers, or a kneeling unicorn forced to crouch forward due to nipples rings cuffed to her thighs, each female Supermare was forced pass showed the level of depravity and extent of cruelty their captors were capable of.\n\nAs they passed by a gryphon girl trapped in a full body leather suit suffering from the vibrations of several large vibrators whirling in her holes, Superfilly finally joined in on trying to break her chain leash as Supermare tried to do. The despair she felt before was easily overcome by a combination of wanting desperately to save the prisoners they passed, and a fear of ending up like them, or worse. When a cell door would come up, she would make an attempt to wrap her arms through the bars, but it did nothing to stop the relentless tug on her collar, making it too hard to breathe as the pressure on her throat would slowly became unbearable, forcing her to let the bars go and continue her march. This happen a few times before she established that these attempts were worthless, and with an exasperated whine she relented to be marched along the path while trying fruitlessly to remove her seamless collar with only her two hands, desperate to find whatever locking mechanism it had.\n\n“Seems like Slutfilly shows a bit more promise than you, Supercunt.” Twilight said over the speakers, enjoying her observation of both Supermare’s worthless struggle and Superfilly’s much more feeble resistance.\n\n“Supercunt!?” Supermare yelled outraged, still desperately pulling against the chain of her fate.\n\n“Slutfilly!?” her sister joined in, likewise offended.\n\n“Oh, do you like the nicknames? Our masters picked them out for you. Expect to be called that from now on.”\n\nSupermare tried to ignore the alicorn’s taunts, sure she was just trying to get in her head. She had to use whatever strength she could muster to surpass this duanting situation. Try as she might though, with the apponite chains, along with another layer of it hidden within her collar, she was no stronger than an average pony. Probably not even as strong as an average earth pony, considering how effortlessly she was being pulled in.\n\nEventually, both the Apponians were drawn into a new room, just beyond the prisoner cells. This was the destination that their captors intended them to be in, as now the two mares could see what was on the other end of the chains. It was a pair of simple pulling machines, one for each of them, with cylindrical mechanisms that had the glowing green links it. Sorta like a fishing reel, the more the mechanisms pulled in the chains, the less of it the two heroins had remaining to keep away from the devices. However, it was not the devices themselves they wanted to keep away from. Rather the things that sat right before them.\n\nThe chains weaved into two separate slots in two separate glass structures. These looked like one half of a capsule pill standing up on its end: hollow glass cylinders with domed tops, with what looked like a small passage was that was just big enough to fit a full grown equine cut out of it. This entrance was of course what the chains were leading Supermare and Superfilly to. They were being pulled from one prison cell to another, much smaller cell, the kind that looked like its purpose was more than just simple captivity.\n\nSupermare looked around for anything that could prevent her and her sister from being forced into these small enclosures, but the only other thing that was in the room was an elevated window leading to another area slightly above this one. Through it she could see the top half of a large machine, as well as two familiar ponies. Looking back at them were both Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie. Not the ones that Supermare knew personally, but this dimensions corrupt and perverted versions of them. Like most other female inhabitants of this strange universe, they wore collars around their necks that marked them as sex slaves. Unlike her own black ones though, theirs were red, showing that both of them were willing participants to this madness. Other than those collars the two were utterly naked, each showing off gold loops through their nipples, with Twilight having additional gold loop between her nostrils to further increase the differences between her and the Twilight Sparkle Supermare knew in her world, along with an ugly horn stump utop her head and shiny red sheaths over what Supermare knew were plucked wings made apponian want to throw up in disgust.\n\nSupermare had little time to dwell on that. The chain on her neck was becoming increasingly shorter by the second and by the time she gave some empty threat, she’d have slipped into her new prison. She had to prevent that at all cost, so before got inside she placed her hooves and hands at the entrance of the glass structure. Using the might of all four of her limbs, the orange mare in blue tights gave a final push against the chain, praying to no god in particular that one of the links would finally snap under the pressure of her muscles going against the power of the machine drawing them into itself.\n\nSupermare grunted and sweated profusely as she put her all into this final attempt at freedom, limbs trembling as the two opposing powers finally met stalemate. Her only fear was that the glass she was pushing against would crack under the pressure, but it was fortunately thick and sturdy enough to withstand it. Clearly it had been made that way to prevent breaking once an intended prisoner was inside, but it seemed a design flaw that would work against her captors if she held out long enough.\n\n“Look at that,” Pinkie said, leaning herself over the computer console before her to get a better look at the action, while giving a better view to her sizable round breasts to those in the room below, “She’s actually managing to put up a fight, even with that green glowy stuff taking her power.”\n\n“Please Pinkie,” Twilight scoffed, “Do you think the masters would build a device that couldn’t force a female into submission. The only reason she’s able to put up any kind of struggle at all is because they wanted her to be toyed with before being shown how weak she truly is.”\n\nHaving said that Twilight placed her hand over a dial on the console, playfully turning it clockwise with a single finger. The change in its position took effect immediately, more than doubling the power of which the machine below was pulling Supermare towards it. Having been putting every ounce of strength she could muster into keeping outside of the glass before, she hardly lasted a second once it was turned up a notch. She was practically propelled into the container, her face smashing against its inner wall.\n\nUpon seeing Supermare enter, Twilight pressed another button on the device before her. In response, a rounded panel of the glass shot up from the floor, completely encapsulating Supermare inside. Once surrounded by a thick layer of glass, the machine released any grip it had on the chain, allowing some slack to be returned to the mare attached to it, not that it mattered now.\n\n“Hmmmm,” Pinkie said, putting a finger to her chin and tilting her head in curiosity, “Hey Twilight, why is she she inside that thing?”\n\n“Well Pinkie,” Twilight proudly explained, “ Our masters wish for us to perform an experiment on these two today. A stress test to see how much they can really endure.”\n\n“That sounds exciting,” the pink pony exclaimed, happy to be serving her masters in some capacity. “But I still don’t understand…”\n\n“It’s simple,” Twilight answered, having had it drilled into her head that most females were dumb as a post, and thus understood Pinkie’s inability to figure this out for herself, “It is best to observe dangerous specimens from behind several layers of thick glass.”\n\n“Oh, of course! You’re such a braniac, Twilight!” Pinkie complimented her partner in crime for her above average female intellect.\n\n“If ya think this is goin’ to hold me, you’ve got another thing comin’” Supermare shouted as she slammed her fists against the panel that blocked the entrance,determined not to surrender to the demented version of her friends, no matter how much her previous struggle drained her.\n\nTwilight giggled, gripping a lever in one had while looking down at her first captive condescendingly. “What makes you think I’m talking about you, Supercunt?” The moment she finished her sentence was the moment the lever came down, making an ominous ‘KA-CHUNK!’ sound as it shifted from up to down.\n\nAt the same time, Supermare felt a shift in the ground beneath her. Looking down, she watched the circular metal plate serving as the floor to her cramped enclosure open like a pepper shaker, exposing several fist-sized holes beneath her hooves. Supermare saw nothing but darkness through them but her enclosure was too narrow to allow her to get very close to the new openings under her without kneeling down, and there wasn’t enough slack in her chain leash to allow that. Her nose and ears revealed what her eyes couldn’t see, as a roiling guggle could be heard from just beyond the metal, accompanied by a pungent odor that reminded her of sweat, but more intense and… pleasant. It was overpowering, tainting every breath she took as she kept looking down, almost able to make out movement under her; there was something alive under her hooves.\n\nA flash of pink suddenly emerged from the shadows, jutting out of one of the holes with great speed. Supermare tried to move away, but the confined space she was in offered little mobility. Faster than her eyes could follow, the pink blur seized her forearm, wrapping around it with surprising pressure.\n\nSupermare recoiled in shock at the sight of a large, smooth, meaty tentacle. It coiled and writhed up her arm, ensnaring it more and more into its hold as it spiraled up to her shoulder with surprising speed. The heroine’s first instinct was to hit the thick tendril, but that proved to do little to it. When her fist made contact, the tentacle just collapsed inward, absorbing the blow it its entirety. Repeated punches had halted the tentacles movement, but did nothing to loosen its moist grip around her left arm, keeping it pulled downward. With the enclosure so narrow, she didn’t have room to even give a good punch, as her elbow constantly struck the unbreakable glass surrounding her. If she had her super strength, it would have been a simple matter of pulling away from the creature, but as she was it seemed that would be impossible. Even her heat vision wouldn’t work for her - her powers were completely drained, and more tendrils were making their way through the holes to join the first in grappling the trapped mare.\n\n“EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”\n\nAs Supermare continued to grapple with the monster, Superfilly screamed from far away, not yet having entered the capsule that was meant for her. Her chain for some reason had not pulled her at an equal pace with her sister, and she had been so focused on trying to pry her slave collar off that she hadn’t noticed Supermare was already encapsulated. That didn’t matter though, as it appeared that when Twilight released the creature on Supermare’s side, it did the same for Superfilly’s too. Several tentacles had risen out from the floor, and with the capsule still wide open, crawled there way towards Superfilly as she was being dragged inexorably towards them.\n\nOne had made it so far that it had taken hold of her ankle, which was what prompted her to scream in the first place. She pulled and tugged, but nothing she did could stop the piece of slick abhorrent flesh from climbing up her leg. She kicked at the tentacle as it slithered up to her knee, but as with the one on Supermare, any attack was absorbed by the monster, with the blows merely stretching it slightly. In a last ditch effort, Superfilly bent down to pull the tentacle off her leg with her gloved hands. It barely budged, and was too slick for her to take a proper hold of, but it had no problem holding and pulling her along with the ceaseless pull of her apponite chain leash.\n\nWith her arms now close to the ground, the masses of meat had a new target to grab, and with her focused on one of the creature’s appendages, the other ones had little problem taking hold of both her arms with alarming speed joining with the chain to drag Superfilly inside the glass capsule without allowing her to put up any kind of a fight. She could not break away from the flesh constricting her bare legs as the collar guided her to her horrid destination. Additional tentacles were eager and quick to entangle the young heroine’s body with the continued loss of ground, until Superfilly’s arms, legs, and waist were within the monster’s hold.\n\n“Stop! Stop!” She yelled, her muscles finally crumbling against the strength of both the monster itself and the terror in her heart.\n\nThe cries of desperation sent a sharp pain into Supermare as she watched her younger sister get dragged into her glass prison, the door closing as soon as her body was pulled all the way in. The was no hope of escape now. Not with the the strength of the tentacles, the density of the glass, and the presence of the apponite.They were both helpless.\n\n“Good,” Twilight announced, “Both participants are in place.”\n\n“Time for the fun to begin!” Pinkie added, enthralled by what was surely to come next.\n\nIn no time, Supermare had become just as entangled in ropey flesh as Superfiilly was, with her arms and legs fully coiled, and another set wrapping tightly around her breasts while yet another rubbed rudely under her crotch. The mass of disgusting tentacles wriggled across her strained muscular form, making her body sticky with an ooze they secreted while smothering her with their overpowering musk. Supermare tried to use the fluids to slip out of the grasp she was held in, but the tentacles held her arms firmly down and her legs stiff and still. In her attempts though, she heard a tearing noise, and felt a rip in her suit.\n\n“W-what?!” Supermare said, shocked to see this happen. Her suit was made of a special, incredibly durable material. Normally it would take something as powerful as Sombraseid’s Omega Beams to cause damage to it, but here it was tearing like cheap fabric.\n\n“Did you really think that our masters would let you keep those special rags of yours?” Twilight mocked, “Those were removed and replaced as you slept with replicas that can be manipulate and destroyed, while still allowing some of the more unruly black collar bitches to recognize the pair of ne'er-do-wells that had been stealing them from their rightful masters. Soon every rebellious bitch in the kingdom will know that you’ve been collared and conquered, like all stubborn females who don’t submit.”\n\nSupermare could only watch helplessly as the tentacles tore away bits of her uniform to reveal the flesh and fur underneath. They appeared interesting in unobstructing her private areas mainly, as a pair of slippery tendrils slithered down the neckhole of her costume to rip it apart from the inside, exposing her breasts and erect nipples to her tormentors. Another tentacle pushed through the crotch of her red tights, looping around the strip of material between her thighs and tearing it off with ease, fully revealing a damp, glistening pussy. \n\nAcross from Supermare, Superfilly suffered a similarly gross and humiliating experience. The tentacles lifted the front of her cut off top revealing her washboard flat chest and painfully erect pink nipples. Similar tentacles tore the yellow tights right off her waist as her short skirt offered no protection. She had practically went into hysterics as the tentacles took their time exposing her sculpted but powerless body, tears pouring from her eyes and near animalistic screams flowing from her mouth as she squirmed in the grasp of so many slimey appendages. With such a loud and open orifice, it was little wonder why a thick tentacle plunged into Superfilly’s muzzle, effectively gagging her desperate screams.\n\nWitnessing the peril her sister was in, Supermare found it unbearable to watch what was unfolding. It was heartbreaking to see a pony so dear to her in such misery, and Supermare had to do something to stop it before something worse could happen. As much as she didn’t want to surrender, she hoped that perhaps she could make some sort of temporary deal to prevent Superfilly from anymore torment, in exchange for her willing body. She didn’t get the chance to speak, for as soon as she opened her mouth, as if sensing the heat of her breath, a tentacle slid past her teeth and pushed to the back of her throat, adding to the constant pressure and discomfort already around her tightly collared throat as it now sported a noticeable bulge. Supermare couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, and biting down on the greasy rubber-like appendage did nothing to stop it from thrusting into her mouth, coating it with slightly salted ooze.\n\nThe flavor of the thing was unmistakable; a perfect match for a sweaty, unwashed cock.\nStruggling to use every ounce of strength she still had, Supermare managed to pull one of her well-wrapped arms high enough to place her hand on the part of the tentacle popping in and out of her mouth. She wasn’t about to lose hope, not when she still needed to save Superfilly. She had to pull this thing out of her mouth and make her offer before anything worse could happen to her little sister. She made a valiant attempt, but of course she was powerless to save herself. The creature, sensing that something was was trying to remove it from this pleasantly convulsing, constricting passage, wrenched Supermare’s arms behind her back with strength that the weakened heroine just couldn’t resist.\n\nForcing them side by side, the tentacles proceeded to bind them in yet another, thicker tentacle, one that wrapped itself tightly around her arms so they could not be parted. Supermare tried fighting against it, but the more effort she put in with her already tired and weakened body, the tighter and tighter the tentacle made itself, preventing any further resistance. Then as if in gesture to show the heroine who was in control here, yet another wet tentacle wrapped around her muzzle, using the leverage that hold gave it to guide her face against the glass, directing her eyes to her sister’s ravaging.\n\nThe two apponians had practically become a mirror of one another. Nearly symmetrical in pose, Both mares were restrained by their arms and legs, covered in living meat that made rhythmic and repetitive motions along their exposed chest and crotch. It was a terrible sight for both of them to watch their dearest loved one get groped and molested by this amorphic monster, but on some subconscious level it was also incredibly arousing. The mind might have desperately wanted to flee this, but the body wanted to give in and let it happen. The feeling of the tentacles crawling and constricting was gross and repulsive… but oh so pleasurable. The flesh of ponies, no longer tempered by their incredible powers, had become highly sensitive to this unwanted attention.\n\nEven those of as strong a will as Supermare could feel their thoughts sinking in an ever raising flood of growing desire, her sensibility drowning in the feelings smothering her. Each breath of tainted air the creature allowed her to take was raspy and labored, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, and an overwhelming heat was covering all her senses. All of these intense feelings caused her body to react against her will, moving by itself to push against the creature’s rough touches, wanting to further intensify the experience and push itself into climax.\n\nOn Superfilly’s end, her transition was certainly not as smooth, but it came all the same. While the terror she felt from the start of this was maintained throughout, her body couldn’t refute the stimulation it was receiving. Juices flowed from her nethers in unstopping streams, with the orifice cleaning and spasming around the brazen intruder that had burrowed itself so deeply inside. She could feel her helpless body tremble with delight to the feelings flowing through her, as while the tentacles made strong and unrelenting movements over her unwilling form. Any pain caused was overlapped with a sense of pleasure never experienced by the young heroine in her life. Confusion joined with fear and dread, as Superfilly could feel herself blushing from bodily enjoyment despite how much she hated everything that was happening to her. The creatures must have sensed the changes in body language in the ponies, as it finally felt the time for foreplay was over. \n\nThe one sexually assaulting Supermare started first. Retreating the cone tipped tentacle it was using to part and rub the older apponian’s lower lips back through the grating, replacing it with a bulbous, ribbed tentacle that had features relatable to a penis. Supermare was so engrossed in the undesired pleasure filling her being that she didn’t notice the swap until the tentacle was pushing into her pussy and through her vaginal passage. Groaning against the tentacle still fucking her throat, she could do little more than try to bring her legs together in response to the intruder trespassing her body. It was an impotent gesture, as now inside her most personal place, it found it incredibly easy to move thanks to the lubrication of a layer of ooze mixed with the juices that Supermare herself unwillingly provided. Nothing was going to stop it from doing as it pleased, and each motion the heroine made only served to entice it to go on.\n\nWith a power that Superman couldn’t compare to her own current strength, the thick tentacle began pounding her pussy. Each thrust was like a sledgehammer to her insides, causing her eyes to roll up into her skull with the first punishing push. Nothing Supermare could do at this point was going to stop the monster, but even had she been able to, the driving mass stretching out her birth canal had caused her mind to check out. \n\nWhen a tentacle exactly like the one slamming against her cervix appeared in the capsule Superfilly was in, the apponian mare was completely oblivious to it. The plight of the younger pony was something she was slowly losing awareness of. When the new phallic meat forced itself inside her sister with a force so strong it caused the yellow mare’s back to arch, Supermare found it incredibly hard to attempt words of protest and maintain her angry, disapproving glare as her thoughts blinked in and out till a mind crippling cervical climax caused it to blank out completely. With Supermare’s consciousness drifting into uncontrollable ecstacy, Superfilly was on her own to struggle and writhe in the torment she now shared with her elder relative.\n\nDriven to a state of intense agony, the two super slaves went practically limp. The only thing keeping them partially upright were the tentacles themselves, keeping the two female bodies aloft in their strong, monstrous limbs. The thrusts they made caused their bodies to shudder, their flat stomachs dented from sizeable bulges, their depowered bodies now mere puppets to be played with. This was far worse than when the green suited caribou raped them, as with him they could at least go unconscious from the overwhelming presence of so much synthetic apponite. The pain they were being put through though kept them awake, aware, and unable to do more than gurgle around the sloppy wet tentacles raping their mouths. Even those sounds were soon drowned out by the increasingly loud slurps of their soaking stretched pussies violently being taken.\n\nBeing in complete control, the unseen tentacle beast beneath their hooves continued to move and swirl the tentacles it had in them around and around. Time and again the bulbs at the end of the ones in their vaginas pressed against the entrance to their wombs, and every time they did they released a spray of fluids. A different type than the viscous substance the ones covering their bodies was secreting, this watery substance covered the inside of the two heroines, lining the inner walls leading up to the cervix. In a matter of seconds said walls absorbed the foreign fluid into itself, and started to change because of the substance. First came a gradual loss of pain, followed by an intense rush of overwhelming pleasure. A wave of it hit the two near simultaneously, causing a sudden and violent climax that made them squirt with such intensity that it blinded the two captive heroines temporary. The forceful stream of their cum hit the glass wall of their enclosure, their shame running down the glass to the floor, dripping down to the unseen tentacle beast. Such a orgasm would have broken most females, shattering their minds with the heavy impact off a mind crippling barrage of pleasure.\n\nScreaming silently into the tentacles still cramming their way into their stomachs, the powerful climax brought the apponians to a sheering, pleasure induced awareness. Where there conscientiousness was slipping before, now they could feel everything being done to them in intense detail. That was when the bulbed tentacles made its final move. With one last thrusts, they punched against the passages it had been hitting against over and over since it had first entered. The holes gave zero resistance to the intruder, and instead celebrated its forced entry but sending another burst of pleasure straight into the minds of the hapless mares, forcing another gushing climax to spray from their pussies.\n\nThe tentacles, now where they wanted to be, relaxed and join in the celebration by shooting globs of globs of thick, pale green substance into the wombs of their victims, pumping in pint after pint. The pressure inside the sisters quickly became so great that a small but growing bulge appeared in their abdomens, both apponians able to see the small bumps expanding in the other’s stomach. They feared that the tentacles might be filling them with its semen, and the fear that this abomination could somehow impregnate them rose to the forefronts of their thoughts. The reality of what was happening was much worse.\n\nThe tentacles eventually filled the two ponies up enough that it was satisfied, and once that task was complete it started to move once more. Not in the thrusting manner it had before, but instead in a churring motion that felt like it was sending multiple waves of movement through the appendage. The two mares, unable to move from both their exhaustion and restrain, thought that it was just going for another round, assuming that it was an insatiable sex machine designed for endless bouts of sex. That idea quickly changed when they felt something large and very solid press up against their pussies, something that was within the tentacle.\n\nWith that feeling present, they weakly looked to one another to get an idea of what was happening, easily spotting the large bulge in the other’s tentacle. The oval shape and size slightly larger than a juicy red apple left no doubt; the tentacles was trying to push a large egg into them both. They wanted to believe that something of that size was far too big to fit past the lips of their pussies, but the fluids the holes had absorbed earlier had done more than just remove the pain they felt. It had also caused the two mares passage to loosen up immensely, practically removing all muscle tension they once had. With that gone, the egg slid in with just a few pushes, both mares staring stunned as they watched how easily the large knots vanished inside, forcing yet another wave of undesirable pleasure to enter their beings.\n\nSupermare and Superfilly could feel their eggs travelling inside them, but before it made it even halfway to their destination, another came up to their vaginal entrance. The creature wasn’t going to just place one egg inside them. It was going to dump a whole load of them inside their vulnerable wombs. It was a frightening experience, but they long since lost the strength to try to prevent themselves from becoming incubators.\n\nThen came the moment they were both dreading, when each mare’s first egg made it to the final stretches of its delivery, passing through the cervix in the opposite direction than anything was suppose to go through it. They sat heavy in their new homes, sinking to the bottom of its ooze nest, snuggly kept in a warm place awaiting its hatching.\n\n“The experiment is… a huge success.” said Twilight exasperated, still watching from her observation room. The sights below were so intense that she couldn’t restrain herself from masturbing. Since the tentacles started violating the extra-dimensional captives, she had been cramming her fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt. \n\nPinkie joined in as well, groping herself all over, fondling her body all over in attempt to match shot for shot Supermare’s climaxes. With haggard breath, and a brain flooded with endorphins, she asked the only question came to mind. “So what’s next?”\n\nTwilight pulled her sopping wet fingers from her snatch, giving them a slow lick, savoring the flavor. “Now we call in our resident beast tamer, and prepare for extraction.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Written by Schorl Tourmaline
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“Supermare, wake up, we’re in trouble!”

These were the words Supermare, The Mare of Steel, heard before opening her eyes. “What is it Superfill-ow!” With her consciousness returning to her, the super heroine became painfully aware of a powerful ache brewing in her skull. What had happened to her though? Last thing she remembered was that she was in a strange alternate universe vastly different from her own. Supermare and Superfilly were trying to save some mares from enslavement, but encountered an odd caribou creature wearing a glowing green suit that covered his whole body. They learned all too late that the deer man was packing more apponite than the two had ever seen in one spot, and in their weakened state they were easily subdued, violated, and rendered unconscious.

Now she and Superfilly, a fellow Apponian, were in some dank and dark dungeon, a prison created of three stone walls and one barred iron door. The person who had captured them must have really underestimated their abilities, as such a door would be easily destroyed by either of the two trapped inside.

The bruised Apponian made it to her hooves despite the pain buzzing in her skull. Through willpower alone, she focused her attention on the barred iron door, taking a bar in each hand. She spared only a second to acknowledge the extra effort she needed just to close her fist around the bars before she started pulling.

“HRRRNNN!!!” she grunted out, hands on the thing obstructing her exit, finding them to be much more resilient than first assumed.

“That ain’t gonna work,” Superfilly said forlorn, sitting on her knees right where she had been when Supermare woke up.

“Of course it’ll work,” Supermare rebutted, “What’s got ya feeling all defeated like this?” The powerful adult mare looked back to her cohort, somewhat displeased with this newly emerging defeatist attitude. Then she saw it...

Around Superfilly’s neck was a black band, made of hard leather encasing an even more solid metal loop within. Supermare could tell because she could feel it from around the collar currently gripping her own throat. Those alone were shocking enough to see, but there was something worse still that accompanied these two symbols of enslavement, as both bore chains attached to them made of a glowing green metal, one that Supermare dreadfully recognized on sight.

“Apponite.” she uttered hushly.

Immediately after she uttered that from her lips, a blaring noise filled the cell, loud enough to make both super ponies clasp their ears down against their skulls in pain. Then, once the sound died down, a voice filled the room.

“Raise and shine you two. We all have a big day ahead of us.”

Supermare recognized the cheerful voice as that of Twilight, which in the current circumstances didn’t make her feel better in the least. “Where are we? What do ya want from us?”

“I only want to help you,” Twilight replied, “Our masters want you both to submit and become as all mares should be. Loyal, obedient, and ready to offer up their bodies at the unbuckling of a belt.”

“We’d never submit to the like of you!” Supermare said, giving a stock reply to the grim revelation of what their captors wanted.

“You’re so confused… perhaps it’s a side effect of the synthetic apponite. I didn’t say you had to submit to me, but I am going to help you submit to our masters.” Twilight said, giggling to herself a little before adding, “All though, it will be my first time teaching a filly her proper place as well.”

Suddenly, another voice joined in on the conversation, coming over the same loudspeaker Twilight was using.

“Hey Twilight, whatcha doing? Oh! Can I play with the machine too?”

“Pinkie, no!” said Twilight curtly, “This isn’t a toy, and I’m not playing. I’m doing an important task for the masters.”

“Is this about the new sluts in the dungeons? Are you going to start their special training?” Pinkie pie asked, curious about what it was Twilight had been tasked with.

“Yes, and if you’re a good girl and don’t touch anything you can stay and watch.”

“Yippee! I’m so excited!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, Supermare picturing the pink pony literally jumping for joy as she did.

“You’re not the only one it seems. Just look at the our captive’s nipples. I wonder if they are actually hard as diamonds.”

Both Supermare and Superfilly looked at themselves, and found that their nipples were indeed poking out  from behind the fabric of their suits. Embarrassment quickly overcame them, with Supermare trying to cover her shame with her arms, while her little sister hunched forward, chest to her knees and whimpering from embarrassment.

“Why try to hide it?” Twilight asked, “You both clearly want to show off your bodies, wearing  skin tight suits like that. But enough banter. Let me get the door for you.”

The door to the cell released and opened up for the two heroines inside. Though, before Supermare could even try to begin formulating a plan of escape, the chains on their collars started to move. The links of the long chain length had slid under the cell door, allow it to pass over them with ease when it unlocked. Now they were slowly retracting, links disappearing one by one around the corner of the doorway.

“Superfilly, to your hooves!” Supermare said, seeing what was happening.

Superfilly listened to her sister, standing up off the ground, but not before the chains had grown taut, pulling her and her big sister out of their cell and into the hallway by their slave collars.
Supermare tried to resist this pull, grabbing the glowing chain in hand, turning away from the direction of the pull, diggin her hooves into the smooth stone floor as much as she could. As she was forced to take step after step forward into the hallway, she tried putting her entire weight into going against the chain leash in hopes that what strength she had left would be enough to break even a single glowing link. It wasn’t enough though. For all the tone and definition her once powerful muscles had, they were nothing more than deception of Supermare’s weakened state.

Watching her sister’s desperate struggle, Superfilly found it hard to muster up the will to resist alongside her sister. She wanted to try, but she remembered the abuse she suffered at the hands of the caribou in the green bodysuit, when it sprayed apponite gas directly in her face while at the same time raping her sister’s mouth. Supermare hadn’t been able to save them then, and her attempts to stop herself from being dragged deeper into the dark prison were proof that she couldn’t save them now. With the apponite present, they were both not just powerless, but significantly weakened. Frightened to the point of tears, the teenaged heroine grasped her collar, fingers searching for a way to try and pry the collar off, even though it was hard just to fit the tips of her fingers between the collar and her neck. With the little she could hold of the collar, she pulled at it as hard as she could, if anything to relieve the pressure on her throat. The stiff collar would not budge no matter how hard she pulled or how tense her muscles swelled with effort.

Like her sister, she couldn’t save them from the forced march to whatever doom awaited them.

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The two superheroines were dragged by their necks slowly through the halls of the dank dungeon, unable to go against the steady pull on their collars. Supermare herself never stopped trying to snap the chain, humiliating herself before the other prisoners held captive in this place as she slipped and stumbled on the smooth stone floor.

What was happening in this place was atrocious. Supermare saw females of a variety of species held in cells just like she had been, though sad to say not nearly in as comfortable of situations. This world for some reason sought nothing but the abuse, belittlement, and subjugation of women, and here it showed in spades. As the two heroines were forced to pass row after row of cell doors, they spotted women trapped in devices of depraved sexual torment, sometimes as many as five to a cell. Whether it was something as simple as a pegasus mare bound to a wooden wedge with weights to force pressure on her nethers, or a kneeling unicorn forced to crouch forward due to nipples rings cuffed to her thighs, each female Supermare was forced pass showed the level of depravity and extent of cruelty their captors were capable of.

As they passed by a gryphon girl trapped in a full body leather suit suffering from the vibrations of several large vibrators whirling in her holes, Superfilly finally joined in on trying to break her chain leash as Supermare tried to do. The despair she felt before was easily overcome by a combination of wanting desperately to save the prisoners they passed, and a fear of ending up like them, or worse. When a cell door would come up, she would make an attempt to wrap her arms through the bars, but it did nothing to stop the relentless tug on her collar, making it too hard to breathe as the pressure on her throat would slowly became unbearable, forcing her to let the bars go and continue her march. This happen a few times before she established that these attempts were worthless, and with an exasperated whine she relented to be marched along the path while trying fruitlessly to remove her seamless collar with only her two hands, desperate to find whatever locking mechanism it had.

“Seems like Slutfilly shows a bit more promise than you, Supercunt.” Twilight said over the speakers, enjoying her observation of both Supermare’s worthless struggle and Superfilly’s much more feeble resistance.

“Supercunt!?” Supermare yelled outraged, still desperately pulling against the chain of her fate.

“Slutfilly!?” her sister joined in, likewise offended.

“Oh, do you like the nicknames? Our masters picked them out for you. Expect to be called that from now on.”

Supermare tried to ignore the alicorn’s taunts, sure she was just trying to get in her head. She had to use whatever strength she could muster to surpass this duanting situation. Try as she might though, with the apponite chains, along with another layer of it hidden within her collar, she was no stronger than an average pony. Probably not even as strong as an average earth pony, considering how effortlessly she was being pulled in.

Eventually, both the Apponians were drawn into a new room, just beyond the prisoner cells. This was the destination that their captors intended them to be in, as  now the two mares could see what was on the other end of the chains. It was a pair of simple pulling machines, one for each of them, with cylindrical mechanisms that had the glowing green links it. Sorta like a fishing reel, the more the mechanisms pulled in the chains, the less of it the two heroins had remaining to keep away from the devices. However, it was not the devices themselves they wanted to keep away from. Rather the things that sat right before them.

The chains weaved into two separate slots in two separate glass structures. These looked like one half of a capsule pill standing up on its end: hollow glass cylinders with domed tops, with what looked like a small passage was that was just big enough to fit a full grown equine cut out of it. This entrance was of course what the chains were leading Supermare and Superfilly to. They were being pulled from one prison cell to another, much smaller cell, the kind that looked like its purpose was more than just simple captivity.

Supermare looked around for anything that could prevent her and her sister from being forced into these small enclosures, but the only other thing that was in the room was an elevated window leading to another area slightly above this one. Through it she could see the top half of a large machine, as well as two familiar ponies. Looking back at them were both Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie. Not the ones that Supermare knew personally, but this dimensions corrupt and perverted versions of them. Like most other female inhabitants of this strange universe, they wore collars around their necks that marked them as sex slaves. Unlike her own black ones though, theirs were red, showing that both of them were willing participants to this madness. Other than those collars the two were utterly naked, each showing off gold loops through their nipples, with Twilight having additional gold loop between her nostrils to further increase the differences between her and the Twilight Sparkle Supermare knew in her world, along with an ugly horn stump utop her head and shiny red sheaths over what Supermare knew were plucked wings made apponian want to throw up in disgust.

Supermare had little time to dwell on that. The chain on her neck was becoming increasingly shorter by the second and by the time she gave some empty threat, she’d have slipped into her new prison. She had to prevent that at all cost, so before got inside she placed her hooves and hands at the entrance of the glass structure. Using the might of all four of her limbs, the orange mare in blue tights gave a final push against the chain, praying to no god in particular that one of the links would finally snap under the pressure of her muscles going against the power of the machine drawing them into itself.

Supermare grunted and sweated profusely as she put her all into this final attempt at freedom, limbs trembling as the two opposing powers finally met stalemate. Her only fear was that the glass she was pushing against would crack under the pressure, but it was fortunately thick and sturdy enough to withstand it. Clearly it had been made that way to prevent breaking once an intended prisoner was inside, but it seemed a design flaw that would work against her captors if she held out long enough.

“Look at that,” Pinkie said, leaning herself over the computer console before her to get a better look at the action, while giving a better view to her sizable round breasts to those in the room below, “She’s actually managing to put up a fight, even with that green glowy stuff taking her power.”

“Please Pinkie,” Twilight scoffed, “Do you think the masters would build a device that couldn’t force a female into submission. The only reason she’s able to put up any kind of struggle at all is because they wanted her to be toyed with before being shown how weak she truly is.”

Having said that Twilight placed her hand over a dial on the console, playfully turning it clockwise with a single finger. The change in its position took effect immediately, more than doubling the power of which the machine below was pulling Supermare towards it. Having been putting every ounce of strength she could muster into keeping outside of the glass before, she hardly lasted a second once it was turned up a notch.  She was practically propelled into the container, her face smashing against its inner wall.

Upon seeing Supermare enter, Twilight pressed another button on the device before her. In response, a rounded panel of the glass shot up from the floor, completely encapsulating Supermare inside. Once surrounded by a thick layer of glass, the machine released any grip it had on the chain, allowing some slack to be returned to the mare attached to it, not that it mattered now.

“Hmmmm,” Pinkie said, putting a finger to her chin and tilting her head in curiosity, “Hey Twilight, why is she she inside that thing?”

“Well Pinkie,” Twilight proudly explained, “ Our masters wish for us to perform an experiment on these two today. A stress test to see how much they can really endure.”

“That sounds exciting,” the pink pony exclaimed, happy to be serving her masters in some capacity. “But I still don’t understand…”

“It’s simple,” Twilight answered, having had it drilled into her head that most females were dumb as a post, and thus understood Pinkie’s inability to figure this out for herself, “It is best to observe dangerous specimens from behind several layers of thick glass.”

“Oh, of course! You’re such a braniac, Twilight!” Pinkie complimented her partner in crime for her above average female intellect.

“If ya think this is goin’ to hold me, you’ve got another thing comin’” Supermare shouted as she slammed her fists against the panel that blocked the entrance,determined not to surrender to the demented version of her friends, no matter how much her previous struggle drained her.

Twilight giggled, gripping a lever in one had while looking down at her first captive condescendingly. “What makes you think I’m talking about you, Supercunt?” The moment she finished her sentence was the moment the lever came down, making an ominous ‘KA-CHUNK!’ sound as it shifted from up to down.

At the same time, Supermare felt a shift in the ground beneath her. Looking down, she watched the circular metal plate serving as the floor to her cramped enclosure open like a pepper shaker, exposing several fist-sized holes beneath her hooves. Supermare saw nothing but darkness through them but her enclosure was too narrow to allow her to get very close to the new openings under her without kneeling down, and there wasn’t enough slack in her chain leash to allow that. Her nose and ears revealed what her eyes couldn’t see, as a roiling guggle could be heard from just beyond the metal, accompanied by a pungent odor that reminded her of sweat, but more intense and… pleasant. It was overpowering, tainting every breath she took as she kept looking down, almost able to make out movement under her; there was something alive under her hooves.

A flash of pink suddenly emerged from the shadows, jutting out of one of the holes with great speed. Supermare tried to move away, but the confined space she was in offered little mobility. Faster than her eyes could follow, the pink blur seized her forearm, wrapping around it with surprising pressure.

Supermare recoiled in shock at the sight of a large, smooth, meaty tentacle. It coiled and writhed up  her arm, ensnaring it more and more into its hold as it spiraled up to her shoulder with surprising speed. The heroine’s first instinct was to hit the thick tendril, but that proved to do little to it. When her fist made contact, the tentacle just collapsed inward, absorbing the blow it its entirety. Repeated punches had halted the tentacles movement, but did nothing to loosen its moist grip around her left arm, keeping it pulled downward. With the enclosure so narrow, she didn’t have room to even give a good punch, as her elbow constantly struck the unbreakable glass surrounding her. If she had her super strength, it would have been a simple matter of pulling away from the creature, but as she was it seemed that would be impossible. Even her heat vision wouldn’t work for her - her powers were completely drained, and more tendrils were making their way through the holes to join the first in grappling the trapped mare.

“EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

As Supermare continued to grapple with the monster, Superfilly screamed from far away, not yet having  entered the capsule that was meant for her. Her chain for some reason had not pulled her at an equal pace with her sister, and she had been so focused on trying to pry her slave collar off that she hadn’t noticed Supermare was already encapsulated. That didn’t matter though, as it appeared that when Twilight released the creature on Supermare’s side, it did the same for Superfilly’s too. Several tentacles had risen out from the floor, and with the capsule still wide open, crawled there way towards Superfilly as she was being dragged inexorably towards them.

One had made it so far that it had taken hold of her ankle, which was what prompted her to scream in the first place. She pulled and tugged, but nothing she did could stop the piece of slick abhorrent flesh from climbing up her leg. She kicked at the tentacle as it slithered up to her knee, but as with the one on Supermare, any attack was absorbed by the monster, with the blows merely stretching it slightly. In a last ditch effort, Superfilly bent down to pull the tentacle  off her leg with her gloved hands. It barely budged, and was too slick for her to take a proper hold of, but it had no problem holding and pulling her along with the ceaseless pull of her apponite chain leash.

With her arms now close to the ground, the masses of meat had a new target to grab, and with her focused on one of the creature’s appendages, the other ones had little problem taking hold of both her arms with alarming speed joining with the chain to drag Superfilly inside the glass capsule without allowing her to put up any kind of a fight. She could not break away from the flesh constricting her bare legs as the collar guided her to her horrid destination. Additional tentacles were eager and quick to entangle the young heroine’s body with the continued loss of ground, until Superfilly’s arms,  legs, and waist were within the monster’s hold.

“Stop! Stop!” She yelled, her muscles finally crumbling against the strength of both the monster itself and the terror in her heart.

The cries of desperation sent a sharp pain into Supermare as she watched her younger sister get dragged into her glass prison, the door closing as soon as her body was pulled all the way in. The was no hope of escape now. Not with the the strength of the tentacles, the density of the glass, and the presence of the apponite.They were both helpless.

“Good,” Twilight announced, “Both participants are in place.”

“Time for the fun to begin!” Pinkie added, enthralled by what was surely to come next.

In no time, Supermare had become just as entangled in ropey flesh as Superfiilly was, with her arms and legs fully coiled, and another set wrapping tightly around her breasts while yet another rubbed rudely under her crotch. The mass of disgusting tentacles wriggled across her strained muscular form, making her body sticky with an ooze they secreted while smothering her with their overpowering musk. Supermare tried to use the fluids to slip out of the grasp she was held in, but the tentacles held her arms firmly down and her legs stiff and still. In her attempts though,  she heard a tearing noise, and felt a rip in her suit.

“W-what?!” Supermare said, shocked to see this happen. Her suit was made of a special, incredibly durable material. Normally it would take something as powerful as Sombraseid’s Omega Beams to cause damage to it, but here it was tearing like cheap fabric.

“Did you really think that our masters would let you keep those special rags of yours?” Twilight mocked, “Those were removed and replaced as you slept with replicas that can be manipulate and destroyed, while still allowing some of the more unruly black collar bitches to recognize the pair of ne'er-do-wells that had been stealing them from their rightful masters. Soon every rebellious bitch in the kingdom will know that you’ve been collared and conquered, like all stubborn females who don’t submit.”

Supermare could only watch helplessly as the tentacles tore away bits of her uniform to reveal the flesh and fur underneath. They appeared interesting in unobstructing her private areas mainly, as a pair of slippery tendrils slithered down the neckhole of her costume to rip it apart from the inside, exposing her breasts and erect nipples to her tormentors. Another tentacle pushed through the crotch of her red tights, looping around the strip of material between her thighs and tearing it off with ease, fully revealing a damp, glistening pussy.  

Across from Supermare, Superfilly suffered a similarly gross and humiliating experience. The tentacles lifted the front of her cut off top revealing her washboard flat chest and painfully erect pink nipples. Similar tentacles tore the yellow tights right off her waist as her short skirt offered no protection. She had practically went into hysterics as the tentacles took their time exposing her sculpted but powerless body, tears pouring from her eyes and near animalistic screams flowing from her mouth as she squirmed in the grasp of so many slimey appendages. With such a loud and open orifice, it was little wonder why a thick tentacle plunged into Superfilly’s muzzle, effectively gagging her desperate screams.

Witnessing the peril her sister was in, Supermare found it unbearable to watch what was unfolding. It was heartbreaking to see a pony so dear to her in such misery, and Supermare had to do something to stop it before something worse could happen. As much as she didn’t want to surrender, she hoped that perhaps she could make some sort of temporary deal to prevent Superfilly from anymore torment, in exchange for her willing body. She didn’t get the chance to speak, for as soon as she opened her mouth, as if sensing the heat of her breath, a tentacle slid past her teeth and pushed to the back of her throat, adding to the constant pressure and discomfort already around her tightly collared throat as it now sported a noticeable bulge. Supermare couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, and biting down on the greasy rubber-like appendage did nothing to stop it from thrusting into her mouth, coating it with slightly salted ooze.

The flavor of the thing was unmistakable; a perfect match for a sweaty, unwashed cock.
Struggling to use every ounce of strength she still had, Supermare managed to pull one of her well-wrapped arms high enough to place her hand on the part of the tentacle popping in and out of her mouth. She wasn’t about to lose hope, not when she still needed to save Superfilly. She had to pull this  thing out of her mouth and make her offer before anything worse could happen to her little sister. She made a valiant attempt, but of course she was powerless to save herself. The creature, sensing that something was was trying to remove it from this pleasantly convulsing, constricting passage, wrenched Supermare’s arms behind her back with strength that the weakened heroine just couldn’t resist.

Forcing them side by side, the tentacles proceeded to bind them in yet another, thicker tentacle, one that wrapped itself tightly around her arms so they could not be parted. Supermare tried fighting against it, but the more effort she put in with her already tired and weakened body, the tighter and tighter the tentacle made itself, preventing any further resistance. Then as if in gesture to show the heroine who was in control here, yet another wet tentacle wrapped around her muzzle, using the leverage that hold gave it to guide her face against the glass, directing her eyes to her sister’s ravaging.

The two apponians had practically become a mirror of one another. Nearly symmetrical in pose, Both mares were restrained by their arms and legs, covered in living meat that made rhythmic and repetitive motions along their exposed chest and crotch. It was a terrible sight for both of them to watch their dearest loved one get groped and molested by this amorphic monster, but on some subconscious level it was also incredibly arousing. The mind might have desperately wanted to flee this, but the body wanted to give in and let it happen. The feeling of the tentacles crawling and constricting was gross and repulsive… but oh so pleasurable. The flesh of ponies, no longer tempered by their incredible powers, had become highly sensitive to this unwanted attention.

Even those of as strong a will as Supermare could feel their thoughts sinking in an ever raising flood of growing desire, her sensibility drowning in the feelings smothering her. Each breath of tainted air the creature allowed her to take was raspy and labored, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, and an overwhelming heat was covering all her senses. All of these intense feelings caused her body to react against her will, moving by itself to push against the creature’s rough touches, wanting to further intensify the experience and push itself into climax.

On Superfilly’s end, her transition was certainly not as smooth, but it came all the same. While the terror she felt from the start of this was maintained throughout, her body couldn’t refute the stimulation it was receiving. Juices flowed from her nethers in unstopping streams, with the orifice cleaning and spasming around the brazen intruder that had burrowed itself so deeply inside. She could feel her helpless body tremble with delight to the feelings flowing through her, as while the tentacles made strong and unrelenting movements over her unwilling form. Any pain caused was overlapped with a sense of pleasure never experienced by the young heroine in her life. Confusion joined with fear and dread, as Superfilly could feel herself blushing from bodily enjoyment despite how much she hated everything that was happening to her. The creatures must have sensed the changes in body language in the ponies, as it finally felt the time for foreplay was over.

The one sexually assaulting Supermare started first. Retreating the cone tipped tentacle it was using to part and rub the older apponian’s lower lips back through the grating, replacing it with a bulbous, ribbed tentacle that had features relatable to a penis. Supermare was so engrossed in the undesired pleasure filling her being that she didn’t notice the swap until the tentacle was pushing into her pussy and through her vaginal passage. Groaning against the tentacle still fucking her throat, she could do little more than try to bring her legs together in response to the intruder trespassing her body. It was an impotent gesture, as now inside her most personal place, it found it incredibly easy to move thanks to the lubrication of a layer of ooze mixed with the juices that Supermare herself unwillingly provided. Nothing was going to stop it from doing as it pleased, and each motion the heroine made only served to entice it to go on.

With a power that Superman couldn’t compare to her own current strength, the thick tentacle began pounding her pussy. Each thrust was like a sledgehammer to her insides, causing her eyes to roll up into her skull with the first punishing push. Nothing Supermare could do at this point was going to stop the monster, but even had she been able to, the driving mass stretching out her birth canal had caused her mind to check out.

When a tentacle exactly like the one slamming against her cervix appeared in the capsule Superfilly was in, the apponian mare was completely oblivious to it. The plight of the younger pony was something she was slowly losing awareness of. When the new phallic meat forced itself inside her sister with a force so strong it caused the yellow mare’s back to arch, Supermare found it incredibly hard to attempt words of protest and maintain her angry, disapproving glare as her thoughts blinked in and out till a mind crippling cervical climax caused it to blank out completely. With Supermare’s consciousness drifting into uncontrollable ecstacy, Superfilly was on her own to struggle and writhe in the torment she now shared with her elder relative.

Driven to a state of intense agony, the two super slaves went practically limp. The only thing keeping them partially upright were the tentacles themselves, keeping the two female bodies aloft in their strong, monstrous limbs. The thrusts they made caused their bodies to shudder, their flat stomachs dented from sizeable bulges, their depowered bodies now mere puppets to be played with. This was far worse than when the green suited caribou raped them, as with him they could at least go unconscious from the overwhelming presence of so much synthetic apponite. The pain they were being put through though kept them awake, aware, and unable to do more than gurgle around the sloppy wet tentacles raping their mouths. Even those sounds were soon drowned out by the increasingly loud slurps of their soaking stretched pussies violently being taken.

Being in complete control, the unseen tentacle beast beneath their hooves continued to move and swirl the tentacles it had in them around and around. Time and again the bulbs at the end of the ones in their vaginas pressed against the entrance to their wombs, and every time they did  they released a spray of fluids. A different type than the viscous substance the ones covering their bodies was secreting, this watery substance covered the inside of the two heroines, lining the inner walls leading up to the cervix. In a matter of seconds said walls absorbed the foreign fluid into itself,  and started to change because of the substance. First came a gradual loss of pain, followed by an intense rush of overwhelming pleasure. A wave of it hit the two near simultaneously, causing a sudden and violent climax that made them squirt with such intensity that it blinded the two captive heroines temporary. The forceful stream of their cum hit the glass wall of their enclosure, their shame running down the glass to the floor, dripping down to the unseen tentacle beast. Such a orgasm would have broken most females, shattering their minds with the heavy impact off a mind crippling barrage of pleasure.

Screaming silently into the tentacles still cramming their way into their stomachs, the powerful climax brought the apponians to a sheering, pleasure induced awareness. Where there conscientiousness was slipping before, now they could feel everything being done to them in intense detail. That was when the bulbed tentacles made its final move. With one last thrusts, they punched against the passages it had been hitting against over and over since it had first entered. The holes gave zero resistance to the intruder, and instead celebrated its forced entry but sending another burst of pleasure straight into the minds of the hapless mares, forcing another gushing climax to spray from their pussies.

The tentacles, now where they wanted to be, relaxed and join in the celebration by shooting globs of globs of thick, pale green substance into the wombs of their victims, pumping in pint after pint. The pressure inside the sisters quickly became so great that a small but growing bulge appeared in their abdomens, both apponians able to see the small bumps expanding in the other’s stomach. They feared that the tentacles might be filling them with its semen, and the fear that this abomination could somehow impregnate them rose to the forefronts of their thoughts. The reality of what was happening was much worse.

The tentacles eventually filled the two ponies up enough that it was satisfied, and once that task was complete it started to move once more. Not in the thrusting manner it had before, but instead in a churring motion that felt like it was sending multiple waves of movement through the appendage. The two mares, unable to move from both their exhaustion and restrain, thought that it was just going for another round, assuming that it was an insatiable sex machine designed for endless bouts of sex. That idea quickly changed when they felt something large and very solid press up against their pussies, something that was within the tentacle.

With that feeling present, they weakly looked to one another to get an idea of what was happening, easily spotting the large bulge in the other’s tentacle. The oval shape and size slightly larger than a juicy red apple left no doubt; the tentacles was trying to push a large egg into them both. They wanted to believe that something of that size was far too big to fit past the lips of their pussies, but the fluids the holes had absorbed earlier had done more than just remove the pain they felt. It had also caused the two mares passage to loosen up immensely, practically removing all muscle tension they once had. With that gone, the egg slid in with just a few pushes, both mares staring stunned as they watched how easily the large knots vanished inside, forcing yet another wave of undesirable pleasure to enter their beings.

Supermare and Superfilly could feel their eggs travelling inside them, but before it made it even halfway to their destination, another came up to their vaginal entrance. The creature wasn’t going to just place one egg inside them. It was going to dump a whole load of them inside their vulnerable wombs. It was a frightening experience, but they long since lost the strength to try to prevent themselves from becoming incubators.

Then came the moment they were both dreading, when each mare’s first egg made it to the final stretches of its delivery, passing through the cervix in the opposite direction than anything was suppose to go through it. They sat heavy in their new homes, sinking to the bottom of its ooze nest, snuggly kept in a warm place awaiting its hatching.

“The experiment is… a huge success.” said Twilight exasperated, still watching from her observation room. The sights below were so intense that she couldn’t restrain herself from masturbing. Since the tentacles started violating the extra-dimensional captives, she had been cramming her fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt.

Pinkie joined in as well, groping herself all over, fondling her body all over in attempt to match shot for shot Supermare’s climaxes. With haggard breath, and a brain flooded with endorphins, she asked the only question came to mind. “So what’s next?”

Twilight pulled her sopping wet fingers from her snatch, giving them a slow lick, savoring the flavor. “Now we call in our resident beast tamer, and prepare for extraction.”
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