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Your mind was too preoccupied with what this thing was to even begin wondering where it came from or how it got inside your home. Abomination, monster, horror, several names circled your mind but none did it justice. It’s disguise was good, if not for some jerky movements, until it had aimed it’s rear at you and made its offer. A seam split down it’s belly, released by a zipper being guided down by a single green tentacle while the folds of what was clearly a very realistic pony costume had opened to reveal the mass of tentacles that had somehow infested the costume and filled it out to create some obscene mockery of a pony.
 
“What are you waiting for?” said the beast in its eerie and impossibly female tone as it wiggled its behind at you.
 
Some perverse corner of your mind was genuinely impressed: those eyes and that face, which should have been lifeless and artificial, somehow stared at you hungrily with all the subtle expressions of a real-live lustful mare. You stepped to the left and its eyes followed you. You feigned a smile hoping it wouldnt attack and it smiled right back, giving you a brief look at the single visible tentacle in its mouth that served as it’s tongue. It shifted to aim its rear at you once again, moving just like a real pony would: it’s legs bent realistically and in all the right places and it’s tail swished and raised higher, guided by a single tentacle you could see that manipulated it from within.
 
“Think of all the fun we could have” it purred, speaking in a sultry tone with a wink of its eye.
 
You shuddered at the sight of the tentacles inside the suit as the creature said it, which writhed excitedly sounding wet and slimy as they rolled over one another. The suit itself rippled as small lumps ran up and down the costume, as if the tentacles inside were so eager to explode out and entangle you that they pressed against their covering in anticipation.
 
Then why hasnt it? you thought to yourself. You had read about creatures like these: shapeless clusters that could be found close to Ponyville in the Everfree Forest and were known for doing only one thing: ensnaring and entangling any creature unlucky enough to encounter them and, well, you cringed at the thought of it. They were quick too, if the rather graphic description was accurate, able to lunge faster than a pony could run and could immobilize them with ease. Somehow the ones inside the suit were different, cleverer than that, and had managed to infiltrate the town and corner you in your own home. The false pony was between you and the door and you knew one false move on your part and the tentacles could burst from that suit and be on you before you took a step. You knew you didnt stand a snowballs chance in hell if it attacked but readied yourself anyways, wondering why it was even bothering to offer a chance of surrender rather than just swarm you.
 
When all of a sudden it’s words repeated in your head; the things original offer as it unzipped itself and revealed the writhing anemone of tentacles inside returned to you and gave you an idea. The idea was stupid, real stupid, but you knew you had no other chance. Please be right, you thought as you slowly approached, fighting the urge to flinch away as the creatures face lit up eagerly. You reached for its back and snapped your eyes shut, expecting to feel warm wet tentacles seizing you and spreading you helpless on the floor. Nothing, nothing, and finally warm fur as your hand rested on its back and felt an unbelievably realistic coat of soft fur under your fingers. Other than being able to find a seam that ran the length of it’s back, it felt perfectly real. You cautiously opened your eyes as it arched it’s back into your hand and you felt the tentacles within slither up and down to feel your touch through the costume. The false pony wasnt smiling anymore and you gently put a hand to it’s chin to turn it’s head to you. You knew that expression.
 
When the powers that be, running no doubt on some odd sense of humor you would never understand, had thrust you into Equestria without warning, the first thing you had done was wander aimlessly down the gauntlet of fearful judging stares from the Technicolor pony populace. You had walked through a village of strange beings, not knowing if they would accept or reject, or even attack or chase you out. You made the exact same face this thing now made as it passively waited for you to make a move. You at least had the mystique of being a creature from another world that shared some similarities with these ponies and some had approached, and while they had not all accepted you as one of their own you were still welcomed into their village and, for the most part, treated with dignity, respect, and even affection. This eldritch mass of tendrils lacked even that. You wondered, had it somehow infested this suit to slip in undetected or in an attempt to fit in? Was it’s offer just a bribe, or perhaps that was the closest thing to true affection this creature had ever known.
 
Whatever the case it, she, was still silently and motionlessly waiting for your move, and so you moved. You dropped to your knees and laid your arms around her shoulders, putting your head against hers and gently easing her into a hug. “Can we just cuddle?”
 
For a moment the false mare was just a statue; every tentacle inside of the pony suit had locked up and become solid as a rock. Slowly it began to soften as the tendrils within seemed to melt into you. She leaned in tenderly and her two front legs wrapped around you as her head cradled into your shoulder. “I’d like that” she murmured contently as all her tentacle innards shifted about gently within.
 
You began to stand and she gripped tighter, afraid to let you go. With a hand under both her rump and on her back you scooped her up and struggled to balance just a bit as you walked and she nuzzled your cheek. You carried her down the hall and into your room, stopping at the side of your bed briefly to wonder how you would pull the covers back with your arms full. The false mare tittered playfully and a lone tentacle slithered from her costume to do it for you; it tossed the blankets back and vanished back within her, deftly zipping the costume shut as it did. She beamed at you and you returned the smile as you placed her on her back and laid down beside her just short of a foot away. This time you wanted her to come to you and she wasted no time; she pulled herself tight against your body and buried her head in your chest as every tentacle within the suit writhed and twined about to get as close to you as the costume would allow. You put your arm around her and she went still, contently closing her eyes and murmuring something quietly that you didnt quite hear. You hardly considered all that had happened today; her body, fake as it may be, was unbelievably soft and warm and felt wonderful nestled up to you. In moments you had slipped into a deep and comfortable sleep.
 
Because even lust embodied into the most simplest physical form wants to be loved from time to time.