Tulip didn’t need a PhD to know her research experiment had gone horribly wrong. The mare shuddering slightly as she sat suspended over her work desk by muscular tentacles that were handling her almost daintily as they explored her feminine curves. Her red fur rustling as a few curious limbs cupped a feel of her trim midriff before trailing lower to explore her more personal places. The clothes the biologist clad herself in serving as nothing more than a dainty wrapper easily cast aside to expose her soft flesh beneath.

The mare’s blouse billowing open, her bra following suit as her meaty mammaries peaked from the constricting garment to fattily flop over the coffee hem. Her left breast jiggling gently as she shuddered to the sudden penetration betwixt her thick thighs. A nubile vine pulling her panties to the side and plunging headlong into her protected pussy. The mare moaning as her folds were cast aside like someone opening the blinds and the length of her sexual sheathe began to strain upon the slick girth.

The tensing of such a tendril as it rippled up her spine was almost hypnotic, before it curled around her neck like a secure scarf cushioning her head as it began to play with its prize. The motions methodical as little by little it began to braze the bronze, and soon the mare was crimson in the face as it played the nerves like a harp. The pressure building as her bosom clapped together in soft slaps of skin and adipose impacting in a drunken medley. Tulip’s glasses slipping down her soon sweaty face, as her muzzle began to nitter and whiney to the beastly buggering that was wracking her passion portal. The sensual story rocking her lower port, as a secretion spring began to flow a musky glazing down the intruding shaft adding sodden squelches to the sounds of lustful pants.

The creatures grip shifting as it felt the nature of the squirming shift from escape to stimulation, as the tendrils moved to secure her wobbling limbs so that she might not harm herself in the heat of passion. The forelegs folding neatly into the dip of her back, so her hooves tapped tentatively upon her rump with each roll of the hips. The feeling of flustering fetters sending saucy steam to her stoking pelvic engine, as the moans became tangible, with each shivering salacious sound the slut slurred from her salivating snout. The creature had her completely under its sexual spell, so that soon she was simply responding to its deviant motions with her own drunken dabbling of her clenching Kegels.

Truffle’s frogs flicking as her facilities began to slip, a helping tentacle holding them together as her legs rolled like a frolicking dolphin, leaving her soft socks to slowly slip down her eye-catching calves. The garments just like the rest of her wardrobe just an obstacle that would soon crumble under the caress of an impromptu lover. The brassiere faring better as it barely contained the right side of her bust, but with a particularly strong thrust the second nipple poked free and soon the jugs were doing their very own milkshake in the sensually sweltering space.

Her ears flickering as she looked from behind her now oily bang, Tulip found a moment of bliss in her marehoods molestation. She didn’t know what this creature was, but its joy of farming dopamine in the researcher's system was too much for her to take, as it had easily persuaded her to discard her intellectual personal for the lucid grunts of some street whore. Her mind worth little as it cared more for the buxom body it wasted no time ogling into oblivion. Her mind clouded she could only focus on the tactile ravages of her no doubt bruised skin, as the rough and wild race to orgasm seemed to be reaching the last bend of the race of procreation. The carnals of biological imperative taking the forefront, and any concern of what the animal might do to her when it concluded their lovemaking session was cast aside.

Tulip more focused on attention to her undercarriage as a sudden flick followed by a kneading compression pushed her over the edge as with a crude moan she felt her ovaries quake and her core convulse as all the tension in her body left with a sudden gush of honey from her ravaged rose. The mare a mess as her legs gave a little dance like a coat settling on a peg, as she rode out the waves of nirvana flooding her system. The mare feeling her bra fall aside as the risqué garment came free to the tensioning of dopamine injected muscle leaving the bountiful breasts to clang together like a church’s bells.

Leaning in, her body responding to instinct, Tulip gave a shuddering sigh of utmost satisfaction as she expected her partner to release her. Instead, the mare could only stumble back into the clash of hips as her debaucherous dance partner went for a second round of gamete greasing. Truffle just letting out a slow gasp as without a reprieve she was forced into a second wind, her body giving into the kaleidoscope of adult naughtiness without a fight as she knew she was not going to be able to walk straight for a month after this rough night of rutting.


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It seems Tulip Truffles experiment has taken a deviant turn. Hopefully, she will be okay, though knowing the sorts of tentacle monsters we know Bug dabbles in I cannot say for sure.

Another tentacle collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

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