Twilight's Plant Problem

Chapters

2. Pinkie Pie Penetrated by a Plant
3. Applejack Gets Plucked
4. Fluttershy's Flower
5. Rarity Gets Absorbed
6. Cutie Mark Crusader Botanists, Yay!
7. A Day in the Life of Plant Food
8. Dust's Plant Problem
9. That's a Wrap, Vinyl!
11. Finale
12. Epilogue
1. I wasn't prepared for this.
10. Luna's New Groove

2. Pinkie Pie Penetrated by a Plant

Dash came over a week later once her stomach was swollen. It was hard to hide the swelling from the other ponies, and many thought she had been knocked up. Still, that was an easy problem to fix. I led her down to the basement to a new area of the greenhouse I had prepared. As soon as she was done, we could invite our next visitor down.

I watched as she laid writhing over the hole in the ground. She seemed to be having more trouble than I did delivering the seed through her pussy. I wondered if she was a virgin too, though I figured she had many sexual partners.

I watched her writhe around in ecstasy and found myself with a hoof on my clit, rubbing slowly up and down. To see her planting a seed in my greenhouse was magical. She clearly appreciated the gift I had given her. It took all my willpower not to curl up in the blossom of the plant in my basement right now and let it ravage me.

Eventually Dash began to slow down and lay still. I walked over and looked below her and sure enough, there was a seed in the ground. It was covered in the juices from the inside of her pussy.

I smiled and pulled Dash over to a small sofa in the corner of the room. She was out cold, sleeping. The birthing had been much harder on her than it had been on me.

It wasn’t long until I went back to check on the seed and found out why Dash had such a difficult time. She had delivered twins. Two seeds sat in the dirt. I took one out and planted if six feet away, and buried both seeds. Soon I would have three plants, and I could exponentially improve the reproductive rate of my plants.

I looked at Dash who was smiling and drooling into the pillow. I decided to bring down my next visitor early, and get a new seed germinating. Soon I would be germinating three ponies at a time, and I wasn’t sure yet if Dash was an exception the rule or not.

You see, Dash kept quiet about what the plant did to her. I was not sure if this was because the plant was that good at fulfilling her sexual desires, or if it had to do with the pheromones.

I choose Pinkie Pie to be the next victim because if she did tell ponies a plant fucked her, they wouldn’t believe her. They’d say it’s just “Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.”

She came over for tea, just as oblivious as Dash. I didn’t even bother to spike her tea this time. Once i had her down in the basement I locked the door, and she didn’t even notice Dash sleeping on a sofa in the corner.

I went over near Dash, where I had a vibrating butt plug. Once Pinkie was secure, I’d insert it and enjoy the show.

“Oh cool! You totally got a plant with pink petals just like me! It’s so super awesome!” Pinkie bounced around the plant and it had trouble catching her with the vines.

“Calm down, Pinkie, so you can enjoy it.”

“Oh,” Pinkie said. She slowed down and walked towards the plant. As it released spores, she breathed them in deeply. “Oh,” she moaned.

The most incredibly thing happened. Pinkie laid down on the floor with a smile on her face. “Twilight, this plant smells lovely.”

I watched as vines slithered towards her. They slowly wrapped around her legs, as more of the spores were released into the air. Pinkie didn’t put up a fight as Rainbow had. The younger plant was able to release a more powerful spore, it would seem.

I watched as the vines wrapped around her chest and legs. One of them even began to probe her pussy, and she began to buck against it. I could clearly see that the plant’s aphrodisiac was having a much stronger effect on her.

“Oh—Twilight. . . this—this is incredible!” Pinkie said. She began moaning as the plant lifted her up into the air. “Tell—tighter, please! Twilight, tighter!”

It was clear she was well under the influence of the plant, and the plant was happy to oblige. I could see the vines tightening around her, and even from this distance the spores were having an effect on me and Dash. While she was sleeping, her hooves were slowly rubbing against her clit. I could barely keep my hooves off myself.

I watched as Pinkie was lowered onto the phallus of the plant. It slid up into her dripping wet pussy in one smooth motion. She wasn’t resisting like we had, and seemed happy to be used by the plant.

With the aphrodisiac in the air, I lubed up and slit a butt plug and dildo into my ass and dripping pussy. There was no reason I couldn’t enjoy this too.

I watched as the plant’s petals wrapped up tightly around Pinkie. She looked like a sculpture crafted out of soft green fabric. Each millimeter of her skin, tail, and mane, were plastered against the plant’s blossoms. The thin vines binding her hooves behind her back, and to her stomach, were the only bulges against the curves of the blossom.

As the fire inside myself built, I could imagine how great Pinkie must feel. Since she had put up so little fight, she must have experienced the full strength of the aphrodisiac. She was trembling and quivering against the tight petals of the flower. I was able to see the vine in her mouth continue to slither down inside her, and I imagined it penetrating her stomach.

The plant bucked her relentlessly up and down on it’s member. A seed, large than the last two, seemed to work itself up into her. I wondered if it was triplets, or just one abnormally large seed. The plant seemed to feed off the strength of her orgasm, thrusting deeper and filling her more completely.

About this time I lost focus on the plant. I could not ignore the vibrating toys in my own pussy. I slumped against the sofa and moved a hoof to massage my clit. While Pinkie enjoyed the orgasm from the plant, I enjoyed the orgasm from the vibrating sex toy I had buried deep inside me.

There was no reason I should not enjoy this as much as Pinkie or Dash, so I allowed myself to cum, and rode the orgasm as long as possible. I then curled up with them still vibrating on the lowest setting, and took a nap.

When I woke up, Dash and Pinkie were both awake.

“Dashie, what happened?” Pinkie asked.

Dash smiled. “It’s okay, the plant has chosen you to deliver it’s offspring. I’m proud of you, Pinkie, I wish it was my turn,”

“Thanks, Dash, but what should I do now? Will the plant let me go inside it again?”

I watched from the sofa, amazed. The aphrodisiac of the plant seemed to have done more than just make them horny. It had conditioned them, and they geniuinely wanted to get fucked again and again by the plant. With two young plants already germinating in the dirt, and the mature plant, I would soon be able to satisfy three ponies at one time.

“Pinkie, I’m sure soon Twilight will let us come over weekly.” Dash smiled and pet her mane with a hoof.

This was exactly what I wanted to see, so I walked over to Pinkie and Dash. “Girls, I’m so happy you understand. Soon we will save this species, and every pony will be able to use them as much as they want. I know you want to go again—so do I. I promise, once the first three plants are mature we will all have some fun. We need to find out how quickly the plant can orgasm, after all, and the best way is to bring a few nubile young mares down here.”

Pinkie smiled. “So, after I deliver this seed, you promise I can go again?”

“Yes, Pinkie, and I’ll find a way to make it even better.”

I smiled as she fell asleep in Dash’s hooves. Dash helped me lift her and carry her to the sofa. This plant was clearly having a lingering effect on Dash, and I was grateful it was not also controlling my mind. At least I knew this was all for the greater good of the plant.

Author's Note

More plant? More Pony? Sure! I'm not crazy, I'm drunk!

3. Applejack Gets Plucked

I got back from the grocery store just in time to see the door to my basement open. I told Spike that I was growing a dangerous breed of plant down there for Celestia, and figured he wouldn’t go poking around.

The groceries would have to wait until I investigated. Dash was down there helping me out with her second trip into the plant. Just a couple days ago Pinkie had delivered her seed. If somepony else broke in, I could be in real trouble.

“Twilight?” Applejack called out to me from next to the blossom containing Dash. “Quick, ya got to help! It’s got Dash!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the farm pony as she clawed at the plant, failing to free Dash from it’s grip. On the contrary, Dash was squirming around inside in the throes of another orgasm and Applejack was helping make it even more enjoyable for her.

“Come on, Twi, I can’t get her out!”

Walking over to the twins Dash delivered, I ran a hoof along their stems. They looked almost ready to take a pony, and they began to release spores into the air. It smelled like cinnamon apple, and they began to turn orange. I smiled and imagined giving them an A for effort. Then, I saw their vines crossing the room towards Applejack.

“It’s okay, Applejack. You’ll understand in a minute,” I explained.

Applejack spun around and bucked the stem of the plant containing Dash. It lashed out at her with a vine, sending her sprawling across the dirt of my green house. It currently had the mature plant with Dash in it, the two seedlings ready for their first pony, and the brand new seedling.

Applejack landed near the twin seedlings, and their vines wrapped up her legs. She tried to stand up and couldn’t, and began to bite and chew on the vines. They were too rubbery and she made no progress eating through the vine.

“Twilight, use your magic! Come on!” Applejack shouted.

“These are the magic immune plants from the Everfree. They chose me to help them survive extinction, and now they’ve chosen you.”

“Ah don’t want this, Twilight! Let me go!”

I walked around and took a good look. Two of the vines ran to the plant on the right, and were pulling her forelegs towards it. The other plant had grasped her hind legs. They pulled her taut and began to struggle over which plant would get the farm pony.

“Interesting,” I observed.

“Twilight, please help me!” Applejack shouted.

I lifted a vine up with my hoof and brushed it against her lips. She turned her head, and the vine moved itself around her neck. After it began to choke her, she gasped for breath and the vine slid into her mouth. Now that she was gagged, I took a seat to enjoy the show.

Applejack was laying on the petals between the two plants. The large tentacle dicks in the flowers were turning rigid and coating themselves in a green fluid. They emitted some more spores as they tugged at the pony.

More and more vines wrapped around her, until her fur and mane were barely visible. She was stronger than Dash, and the spores seemed to be much slower to effect her. Finally the plant on the left started bending inwards.

With a quick tug, the left plant shoved it’s phallic tentacle up into her pussy. I could see the tentacle swelling, sealing itself into her pussy.

The plant on the right wasn’t ready to give up. It was losing ground as the other plant speared the pony. The losing plant dug it’s vines into Applejack, and leaned inward. It shoved it’s thick tentacle into her mouth. The green fluid squirted down her throat, and spilled out her nose. This tentacle also began to swell up and flare, lodging itself into her mouth.

Applejack couldn’t flail anymore. She had two dozen vines constricting around her. For a moment, I worried she couldn’t breathe. Small bubbles from her nose let me know she was still breathing, as the overflowing of plant juices leaked out.

The two plants began to curl up their leaves, rolling over Applejack. It appeared that they were not willing to sacrifice Applejack to the other plant, and were both moving forward with impregnating her. I might have to consider surgery to get the seed out of her stomach, but for now, I wanted to see if the seed could germinate and deliver from a cavity other than the pussy.

Applejack was panting and moaning as the last petals rolled over her. The plants appeared to be kissing as the external vines slowly withdrew. She began to buck again causing one of the petals to start to unroll. Then, the internal vines began wrapping her back up. I could see through the translucent petals that the vine in her pussy had pulled her down to it’s base. She had to have the full two feet inside her, swollen and gluing itself to her snatch.

The plant in front seemed to sense it’s dilemma. Each time it pushed down her throat, Applejack would spasm and choke. The plant then did the most amazing thing. Two smaller vines slithered up her nose. They looked like the vine that went down Dash’s throat, allowing her to breathe. These two smaller vines snaked into her nose and I saw several feet worth slide in.

Applejack began to breathe easier. I watched as the plant on the right shoved Applejack’s mouth down to it’s base. She now had both reproductive organs filling her pussy and throat completely, with two small vines running into her lungs to keep her alive.

I wondered how amazing it must feel to be in her position, and looked at Dash with longing. I would have to leave her in charge for a few days so I could experience the joys of the plant again. It filled me with a horny desire knowing they were having all the fun without me.

Looking back at Applejack I saw her submitting to the plants will. The plants were bucking her, matching their rhythms to ram their thick vines into her mouth and pussy in a back and forth motion.

From this perspective, I could see the seed in the base of the plants bulge up the stem. Each plant sent it’s child towards Applejack. The large lump passed easily into her pussy, and I could see her quivering as she climaxed. The plant didn’t waste any time before it started fucking her again.

It was at this point I saw another tentacle find Applejack’s asshole, and thrust deep inside it. I wondered if she had ever played with anal toys before.

The seed going into her mouth seemed to get stuck for a moment in her mouth. Applejack’s head was tilted back, and I could see the seed bulge down her throat into her stomach.

She passed out in the embrace of the plant, and I found myself with a hoof on my wet clit. I frowned, and reached for a nearby vine from the mature plant. I guided the vine into my pussy and lay on my back. Despite being busy with Dash, the mature plant still did it’s best to give me sexual release.

Had Spike or Pinkie Pie come to check on me, they would have found the three of us being pleasured by the plants. By tomorrow Dash would be free, and in a few days Applejack would have two babies in her womb and stomach.

This was going to be an excellent week, and soon I would start growing these plants in other cities.

Author's Note

I can't stop writing clop, because I don't want to.

Haters gonna hate.

4. Fluttershy's Flower

I had spent the last couple of weeks slowly expanding my basement greenhouse. According to the Griffiness Book of World Records, I now possessed the largest underground greenhouse not used for the growth and/or sale of marijuana in all of Equestria.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t exactly invite them over to measure it to claim the record for myself. After all, it was nearly the size of a hoofball field and brimming with carnivorous plants.

Applejack delivered two healthy seedlings. The one in her stomach adapting and slowly making its way to her anus, where it grew and then deposited itself into rich soil. After that, I had five of the original plants growing in my basement.

I first noticed the mutations in the two Dash had delivered. They seemed to be taking genetic traits from their host, and had developed at remarkable speed. Their roots also intertwined to the point that the two plants were practically one.

Applejack’s two seeds took root and grew at a phenomenal rate. I tried cutting one of the vines on them, and found it was nearly three times tougher to cut than the original plant.

Each plant was absorbing genetic material from the ponies it planted its seed in. The ramifications and possible advancements to science were incalculable.

I’ve decided to call the first plant Gaia, as she is the first plant that gave birth to all the rest. I’ve been far too busy splicing new breeds of plants and studying their evolution to let her hold me in her embrace again.

I have kept a thorough log on my desk, which details every genetic splicing experiment I have done over the last two weeks.

Every plant I’ve cultivated shares Gaia’s primary defensive attribute: they are all immune to my magic. I have found the easiest way to directly manipulate them was to build tools and levitate the objects, while they grabbed the plant. Still, they do not enjoy being handled in such a fashion.

With the samples from Applejack’s plants, I was able to quadruple their growth speed. They can now thrive in nitrogen poor environments and barely require any water.

From Dash’s plants I unlocked a sequence I believe will make future plants immune to lightning, acid, and possibly even fire. They had inherited the innate weather magic from the pegasus. The potential benefit to ponykind if I could adapt these traits to our own use is unfathomable.

To further my cause, I began collecting normal plants from the Everfree. A large pitcher plant was my first new addition. Sadly, the other plants attacked and killed it. The next day, I discovered one of the plants had germinated with the pitcher plant, and there was a brand new plant capable of holding a few gallons.

Two days later, that pitcher plant was large enough to accommodate a pony. I was not yet sure what exactly would happen to a pony that was stupid enough to fall into the pitcher plant. It appeared to have the same reproductive vine that mimicked a penis, to deliver seed to the host. While it still appeared to be symbiotic, the pitcher plant it was created from was carnivorous. It is possible that the vine is vestigial, and this new species is still lethal.

Two more of my creations were worthy of note. One was a species of vine I brought from the Everfree. Given my previous experience, I immediately crossbred it and destroyed the original specimen, as Gaia is fiercely protective of me and her young. It is now draped from rafters I installed throughout the greenhouse. It has a fascinating dual vine that hangs from the ceiling, and appears to hunt prey in a snake-like fashion. On more than one occasion, I almost absentmindedly walked into one. I’m not sure yet if they recognize me, like Gaia does.

The last was a fascinating genetic splice between Gaia and the sundew plant. It was a hunter of small insects, with leaves like blades of grass, and hundreds of soft spines with a tip of glue at the end.

The result was a bed of grass that I assume, if laid on, will entrap the pony and slowly drag them down to the ground.

I can not wait to experiment on more plant breeds, nor can I wait for Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack to come over. Today, I am going to test the new plants out on them.

My friends have lead me to one of my most startling discoveries: the lingering effects of the plant spores. While I can not detect traces of them in any of us, we all share a deep connection with the plants. We all dream of them at night, and find ourselves in a state of constant arousal if we spend too much time away from them.

The scientist in me cautions against the state in which the exposure to the spores has left us. I believe my relationship with Gaia has granted me immunity, or at least resistance, to the effects. Dash seems least resistant, barely making it a couple days after delivering a seed before she demands to visit the plants again.

So far, these plants appear to be truly symbiotic. I must try to remain objective and study them further, for the benefit of ponies everywhere, in case they turn out to be parasitic.

I can hear knocking upstairs and I trot towards the door to the library. My friends are here, and it’s time to play.

I opened the door and saw three smiling faces. “Hi girls, are you all set?” I ask.

“Yeah, I told Scootaloo I’m off auditioning for the Wonderbolts. Nopony else will ask twice,” Dash explained.

“And I told the cakes I’m visiting my folks!” Pinkie cheered.

“And ah uh. . . said ah was visitin’ Dodge Junction. Can ah get started?” Applejack asked. She was shifting uncomfortable and rubbing her thighs together.

“Of course!” I welcomed them all inside and noticed Fluttershy watching from across the street. I smiled and waved, and she returned the smile before heading on her way.

Closing the door, I led my guests downstairs. “Okay, I have several plants that I need to experiment with today. During the course of each experiment I’ll be closely monitoring you with my equipment and magic.”

“But I thought magic doesn’t work on the plants,” Pinkie said.

“Yes, but it works on you.”

“Oh.”

Pinkie smiled and ran over towards Gaia. “Hey, can I go in the big one?”

I watched as she ran towards it, oblivious to the patch of sundew plant in front of her. When her front hooves landed in it, they became cemented in place.

“Whoa—mmph!”

Pinkie fell face first into the grassy plant. Everything from her muzzle down to her front hooves was now glued in place. Her hind legs and plot stood erect in the air, and she flailed her legs around.

“What’s that?” Dash asked.

“It’s one of the new plants. Some have called it the flypaper plant. Want to watch?”

“Sure,” Applejack said. She sat down and placed a hoof between her legs as we watched the plant enclose Pinkie.

The curled leaves began to unroll, covering her fur in the sticky glue. It only took seconds for the blades she hadn’t landed on to uncurl, and cover her neck and the rest of her head. They intertwined around her legs and trapped them in place.

Then the plant began to shift, its many individual leaves loosening up until Pinkie toppled over. She continued wiggling as the carpet of stick leaves began to push itself off the ground and wrap her up like a blanket.

The branches and leaves closed over the top of her and as they glued themselves in place. The plant that once looked like grass now looked like a pink and green bush. Pinkie flailed around against the sticky fluids coating her.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” I took a deep breath and smelled the lavender spores in the air. Gaia must have sensed the activity and decided we needed a little extra incentive.

A large vine, dripping in glue, began to slide into Pinkie’s wet snatch. As it glued itself into place to impregnate her, I turned to my guests.

“Alright, you girls can get started,” I said.

We all turned as we heard knocking upstairs. “Who do ya reckon that is?” Applejack asked.

“Don’t worry, you two just enjoy yourself, I’ll be right back.”

I trotted up the stairs into the library and made my way to the door. When I opened it up, I saw Fluttershy standing there, hiding behind her pink mane.

“Hi, Twilight. I was wondering. . . You keep hanging out with everypony else so much, are we still friends.” Fluttershy emitted a small squeak as she waited for my reply.

“Of course! Do you want to come in and hang out with us to?”

“Yes, if that’s okay,” she replied.

I smiled widely and ushered her in with a hoof. “Of course it is! Come right in.” I closed the door behind her and led her towards the basement.

“Where is everypony?” Fluttershy asked.

“They’re already downstairs, I showed them my new garden.”

“What kind of garden? Does it have flowers?”

I chuckled. “It sure does.”

She walked down into the basement and I locked the door behind us. Once we reached the bottom of the steps I heard her scream. A few second later, I smelt a new odor in the air.

Hurrying into the greenhouse, I saw her standing still in the middle of the dirt, unmoving. Her eyes were fixed to the pitcher plant. It was pink at the base with yellow sides, and a green leaf on the top.

I didn’t want to risk interrupting and began to take mental notes. The spores didn’t seem to be affecting me, nor Dash who was off watching Applejack get wrapped up in the twin plants again.

Fluttershy walked slowly towards the pitcher plant, and licked the rim of it. “Oh, it’s so tasty,” she said.

I walked over and watched her lean inside the plant. She continued lapping up the sweet nectar, and I realized it was the bait the plant used to catch prey.

Fluttershy saw the thick phallus in the center of the pitcher, and leaned in even further to lick the tip. She fluttered her wings and tried to slide in a little further without falling to drink up more of the sweet nectar.

It was almost comical as I watched her fidgeting, ever so slowly sliding herself further into the plant. Finally, her hind legs flew up in the air and she slid forward.

Fluttershy landed inside the plant and grabbed the phallic vine in both hooves. She began rubbing it up and down, causing it to leak more of the nectar. She then greedily licked it up. Despite her best efforts, the fluid was coming out too fast and began to fill up the plant.

From my vantage point inches away, I could see the leaf on the top rolling over the pitcher plant, sealing her inside. The vine the plant would soon use to impregnate her retracted.

Fluttershy shifted around for better positioning. The plant was so slick she could do little more than squirm until sitting upright. She licked her fur and the sides of the plant, gathering up the last traces of nectar. She then realized she was sitting in nearly a foot of the sweet juices now, and started lapping them up.

The vine moved slowly, knowing it had no need to rush. Its prey wanted to be exactly where it was, deep inside the pitcher. Fluttershy began to moan, because the plant was secreting juices too fast. Her stomach felt fit to burst from the several gallons she was trying to drink at once.

The leaf sealed over the top and the plant began to shrink slightly. I had to focus my magic on Fluttershy to help me see what was happening to her inside.

She wiggled lower into the plant, letting the juices rise to her neck. She took small sips of the fluid, but was too full to do anymore. Her skin tingled as the juice coated her, priming her to be filled with the plant’s seed.

The vine slid up against her labia, parting them easily. A few bubbles escaped as it pushed itself and the fluid through her vagina. It then swelled up until it had plugged itself into her snatch, making escape impossible.

The plant collapsed onto Fluttershy, outlining her curves and limbs. Excess nectar poured out of the pitcher plant, and I had to resist the urge to sample some. It likely had hypnotic effects.

From the one small gap left in the pitcher plant I could see Fluttershy’s damp muzzle. Her nostrils were pinned in place against the small opening, allowing her to breath.

Inside, the plant was rubbing itself against Fluttershy’s body. The juices heightened her sense of feeling until the plant’s attempt at a massage made her feel like she was floating on the softest cloud, and gently drifting back to Equestria.

She moaned very slowly as the vine violated her pussy, using its size to rub against her pussy, and the nectar as lubricant. Between breaths, she would open her mouth and let some of the nectar flow in.

Her muscles relaxed and she fell deeper and deeper into a trance, until her whole world consisted of only the vine and the massage.

I found myself highly aroused watching her slowly wiggle in rhythm with the plant. Unlike the other straightforward plants, this one was making the experience as sensual as possible.

I looked over at Gaia and knew it would soon be her turn. I checked on Pinkie Pie and noticed the leaves had melted together. They now formed a solid green shell around the pony. The only gap was a small membrane over her nose, allowing her to breathe.

With none of her pink hair left visible, she appeared to be a smooth green rock with a large tentacle sticking into it. The tentacle slowly pulsed, causing the rock to wiggle slightly, and then fall still.

With a glance at Applejack, now secure in her favorite plant, I glanced at Dash. She was sitting below one of the carnivorous vines, masturbating and then rubbing the juices against the vine. As she taunted the plant, it slowly inched lower, prepared to pounce on her and take its prize.

With my work done, and our cover-stories set for the next few days, I walked over to Gaia. A vine came up and caressed my flank as the petals opened and turned purple.

“Don’t worry, mommy is back.”

Author's Note

Snap, stuff is getting real.

Dash & Vine + Twi & Gaia, next chapter! Then, Rarity comes and wonders where everypony is.

Also, Spike will get a special guest appearance! I didn't forget about him, I swear! It's just that nopony likes Spike!

5. Rarity Gets Absorbed

I moaned as I sat on the phallic vine of Gaia, my first plant. It didn’t even bother to restrain me because it knew I wanted to be there, getting impregnated. As I sat in the center of my favorite plant, two vines gently massaged by back.

Dash squealed as the vine she had been teasing wrapped around her neck. She grabbed it with her hooves and guided the tip into her mouth to suckle on it. As the vine slithered into her mouth, a sheath slid down from higher up the vine.

The vine holding Dash by her neck and snaking down her throat, held the pegasus still. She flailed a little as the vine pumped aphrodisiacs into her stomach. The clear sheath over the vine reached her head, and began to slide over it, pulling her inside.

The clear outer vine was dripping a lubricating fluid and Dash slid right in. It soon passed her flanks and sealed her deep inside. It then began to retract towards the ceiling, lifting Dash up with it. Once it reached the rafters, it wrapped the equivalent of it’s mouth around the beam. Dash hung in the middle of the vine, her curves highlighted by the tight, clear vine encasing her.

I saw a smaller vine enter her pussy, and figured she must be breathing through the vine in her mouth by now. The clear sheathing began to shrink as the vine expelled all the air and fluid from the inside.

A small orgasm rocked me as I watched it seal tightly to Dash, until it looked like it had been glued to her skin. She began trembling as she had an orgasm.

“Twilight!” Rarity yelled.

I turned in horror to see Rarity and Spike in the doorway. I tried to lift myself off the plant to go see her. Gaia, on the other hoof, didn’t want me to go, and I soon found vines around all four of my limbs.

“It’s okay, Rarity, they won’t hurt us. Why don’t you try them out?”

The petals of the plant began closing around me, sealing my into Gaia for my next impregnation.

“Spike, quick, help them!” Rarity cried. “Can you burn them out?”

“I’ll try!” Spike said.

The petals closed around me and quickly sealed me into a stationary position, and pulled my legs tight against my stomach. It slowly rocked me up and down on the vine invading my pussy, picking up right where it left off.

I felt two small vines enter my ears, and a second later felt a sharp pinching pain. I squirmed as I tried to get them out of my ears. That was when my awareness expanded. In an instant, I could see and sense everything Gaia could.

She was connected to the other plants in the greenhouse through their root systems. Gaia could feel the other ponies in her embrace, and so could I. We could see Spike as he ran across the greenhouse towards me.

From my new vantage point as a part of the system of plants, I felt Spike trip on one of the roots. He landed in the middle of a large venus flytrap. As he put his hands down to pick himself up, the flytrap snapped shut.

“Spikey Wikey!” Rarity shouted.

He reached a claw through the venus flytrap, and tried to pull himself out. The more he struggled, the more tightly it closed down around him. “I can’t get out.” He took a deep breath and exhaled emerald flame at the plant.

I could feel the pain of the plant through Gaia. It was afraid, and tried to open it up. However, the trap was only designed to close and could not open on command.

Spike clawed at the hole and breathed more flame into the flytrap.

Stop! I thought. You’re hurting us! Stop him!

Spike fell out onto the ground, and shot more flame at the flytrap. I sensed the vine coming up behind him, and felt it throw itself at his neck. It wrapped around him, choking him, before dragging him across the ground.

At this point Rarity had found a rock, and was using her levitation to bash the vine holding Spike. She struggled helplessly to free him as the vine pulled him through a hole into the ground, inside the root of the plant. It then sealed up around him, trapping him.

Rarity dropped the rock and ran for the exit. I felt the vines block the doorway out, and begin to close in on Rarity. She gasped and backed up to the safety of a nearby tree.

Her plot bumped the tree, and I could feel the dampness between her legs. She tried to step away, realizing she had been glued to the tree. This unique specimen was a distant relative of the tree that produced latex, and had covered itself in glue to ensure any prey that touched it could not escape.

Rarity screamed as the tree oozed over her flanks. It was pulling her in, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape. Her hind legs had been glued to the tree. Gaia used a vine to lift her up by the forelegs, and pushed her back against the tree.

She was pinned against the tree standing on her hind legs. The plant had oozed around her stomach, and was spreading up her chest. Another blob passed around her neck, and more started to ooze down into her eyes.

Screams filled the greenhouse until the ooze entered her mouth, silencing her. With her entire body covered, the tree looked like a pony had been sculpted into the side. All that remained uncovered was her nose, and slowly that too was covered by a porous membrane. It allowed her to breathe, but tainted the air with a sedative.

Rarity soon forgot about struggling, and I could feel the plant draw her into the center of the trunk. As it invaded and plugged her pussy and ass closed, I could sense the tree hardening around her.

That was when I realized the plant planned to keep Rarity inside it’s trunk a lot longer than a few days. It was secreting a stronger glue inside her pussy, mouth, and ass. The bark had hardened too, and no amount of her struggling would get her out until the plant was done impregnating her.

I used my connection to Gaia to check on my friends. Spike was barely breathing as the plant searched for a place to lay it’s seed. It maintained it’s tight grip on his neck to prevent him from breathing fire.

Pinkie had also been pulled underground, and wrapped in the sticky roots of her plant. The layer of leaves above her was unfurling, and soon looked like nopony was trapped below it.

Fluttershy’s plant had sprouted two new blooms. While it fed off of, and impregnated Fluttershy, it was already preparing for the next ponies to stumble into the basement. I could sense the leaf on the top of the pitcher plant fusing with the pod containing her.

I checked in on Dash next. As part of Gaia I could not only sense the plants, but I could sense what the plant itself sensed. That is how I knew Dash was enjoying herself, and had already passed out from multiple orgasms. I could feel how tightly the vine was compressing her, allowing her just enough movement to breathe.

Applejack’s twin plants had also fused their leaves together, merging into one plant.

I then checked on myself and Gaia. If it was sealing the other plants around their ponies, surely Gaia would do the same. I sensed the leaves of my large pod melting. Instead of five petals, there was now one hardened shell encasing me.

Gaia made it’s pleasure known to me, and then I felt it secrete a new liquid into my pod. My skin was tingling, and I found myself incredibly horny. Within seconds, I was rocked by an explosive orgasm and felt the vines inside my mouth, ass, and pussy expanding and plugging themselves in place.

I didn’t know how long I’d be here inside the plant. Was it planning to impregnate us all at once with a special seed? Had Gaia decided to eat us, and store the nutrients for the coming winter?

Moaning through the vine in my mouth, I realized there was no way to know my fate. I accepted that if I had to do it all again, I would have made the same choices. I loved Gaia, and Gaia loved me.

Author's Note

Edited by: Selbi, Abcron
Written during my one-shot week.

A good place to go on hiatus until I've launched my next big project.

6. Cutie Mark Crusader Botanists, Yay!

A/N: Story is third person now. Third person is cool.

“Any luck finding your sister?” Sweetie asked. She had just gotten back from checking Sugarcube Corner. The three mares took seats on a bench near the library.

“No, she missed my eighteenth birthday party, and Big Mac hasn’t seen her either. Ah don’t know what happened to her,” Apple Bloom said.

“Well, I haven’t seen Dash anywhere and she was supposed to take me to the bar and get me laid now that I’m the legal age of consent in Equestria,” Scootaloo said.

“I expected Rarity to blow me off again, but Dash and Applejack wouldn’t bail on you guys! I hardly run into Rarity anymore now that I am splitting rent with Scootaloo as two sexy eighteen year old mares in a one room apartment,” Sweetie replied.

“Why are ya talkin’ like that? Nopony talks like that—let alone you two! We should be more focused on gettin’ our cutie marks!” Apple Bloom said.

“Yeah, it sure sucks to be an adult and still have no special talent in life,” Scootaloo said. “Twilight once told me some ponies don’t find one until their early twenties. . .”

“Well, if they all ran off on some adventure to fix something Twilight broke, they’d have taken the Elements. Let’s go check the library and see if they are missing,” Sweetie stated.

“Worst case scenario: we’ll go pester the cops some more. I can’t believe they’ve been missing for nearly a week and the police ponies are claiming it’s just ‘the Elements of Harmony off saving the world again’. Like their own sisters wouldn’t know if they had to go vanquish an ancient evil,” Scootaloo observed.

The three ponies hopped off the bench and trotted towards the library. They noticed the tree the library had been built into seemed taller than it had a week ago. The leaves were bright emerald and healthier than ever. There was even grass growing around the tree where there had once been only dirt.

“Ah reckon Twilight’s been workin’ on her botany,” Apple Bloom said.

“If she’s gone with the others, how’d she have time for that?” Scootaloo asked.

“Who cares? We never tried to crusade for botany. What do you girls say to one last crusade for old times sake?” Sweetie asked.

“Ah’d like that, before y’all go off to college and I start working on the farm for my whole life.” Apple Bloom sighed and kicked a rock across the ground, muttering stupid apples under her breath.

Scootaloo put her hoof in the air to meet Sweetie’s, and then Apple Bloom added her hoof to theirs for the cheer. “Cutie Mark Crusader Botanists, yay!”

After the wave of nostalgia died down, Scootaloo tried to open the front door of the library. “Girls, it’s locked!”

Apple Bloom twisted her neck to the side, popping several joints. “Stand back, ah’ll handle this.” She then stretched out her hind legs, popping yet another set of joints.

“Ew, that’s so creepy,” Sweetie said. “You’re gonna get arthritis!”

“Hah, Granny Smith is healthy as a horse and she’s nearly a hundred,” Apple Bloom replied.

Scootaloo chuckled and stepped back from the door. “She’s also deaf and can barely walk. I hope I never get that old.”

Apple Bloom stepped up in front of the door and prepared to kick it down. She turned to look at her friends. “Stand back! This is a technique that has been passed down the Apple family line for generations!”

She spun around and bucked the door, launching it off its hinges. It skidded to a halt in the middle of the library. Apple Bloom’s brow glistened with sweat as she flexed her muscles.

Scootaloo and Sweetie looked at each other and could do little more than shake their heads and sigh at her theatrics. They trotted inside and began to look around.

There was dust throughout the library and nopony in sight. “Twilight never lets the library get this dusty; Rarity says she suffers from OCD. That’s why she has a servant to do all her cleaning,” Sweetie said.

“Yeah, and weren’t the Elements in a big glass display case in the middle of the library where anypony could steal them?” Scootaloo stated.

Apple Bloom walked over to the wall and saw the outline of a square cabinet that had been set against the wall. There was no dust, and something here must have been moved recently. She followed a trail of scratches on the floor towards the door to the basement. Pushing it open, she called out to her friends. “Hey, I think it’s down on the lower level of the library. What do you think is down there?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s something lame like math or even dustier books,” Scootaloo complained.

Sweetie’s eyes lit up at the prospect. “Maybe she keeps her adult romance novels down there, or the forbidden texts of Greyskull, or even some sort of magical construct that explains why all of our houses have electricity even though there isn’t a single power line or sign of advanced technology anywhere in sight!”

Now it was Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s turn to look at Sweetie and roll their eyes. “Ah think you shouldn’t over-analyze stuff so much, ya know? I bet the basement is empty. What’s the worst that could hap—”

Scootaloo shoved a hoof Apple Bloom’s mouth. “Hey! We agreed to stop saying that after we got stuck in that tree sap and it crystallized, getting us stuck in the Everfree for two days!”

“Mmph mmph.” Apple Bloom spat the hoof out. “Sorry, let’s just go look, okay? If we can’t find them ah’m gonna march straight to Canterlot with Big Mac.”

The three mares went down the stairs to the dark basement. Sweetie had finally mastered basic levitation and was able to scan the wall and find a bank of lights. She could feel mist drifting through the air as the lights turned on.

Underground was the largest greenhouse Sweetie had ever seen. It was in the middle of a water cycle, simulating a rainy night. There were sunstones glowing brightly in the roof, giving the plants plenty of light for their health. Sprinklers spread water evenly across dozens of the largest plants she had ever seen.

“What in Tartarus? I’m not going in there!” Scootaloo said.

“Hah!” Sweetie laughed, “A pegasus afraid to go where a unicorn is not?”

“This isn’t like the time we went cave diving, spelunking, or scuba diving under Ghastly Gorge. This is a whole freaking forest!” Scootaloo shouted.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie trotted forward into the large arboretum. “Come on, scaredy pony.”

Scootaloo huffed and slowly entered. “Sweetie isn’t afraid to go somewhere that scares me. I never thought I’d see the day.”

The trio advanced, fascinated by the diverse flora and fauna that had thrived underground. Flowers, trees, vines, grass, and lichen covered every inch of the basement. Butterflies, bees, bats, and birds began to wake up and fly around. It looked like months worth of new growth, yet if their sisters were here it would have only had a week to grow since they vanished.

“Fascinating! A self-sustaining bio-sphere. I wonder where she gets the water? An aquifer? An underground well?” Sweetie asked.

“How about creepy town,” Scootaloo deadpanned. “Come on, it’s not like they’re down here.”

Scootaloo looked around and noticed Sweetie had run off to explore, and Apple Bloom had walked towards a large apple tree. She sighed, and decided to follow Sweetie as she had always liked her more than Apple Bloom. Scootaloo fancied the unicorn, and her naughty thoughts often lead to many enjoyable baths.

Apple Bloom walked around the apple tree and was amazed to see it thriving underground. The apple family heard about every shipment of apple trees into Ponyville, and that was because nopony else wanted to compete with them in the apple business. For a tree to have gotten down here, Applejack must have brought it herself.

The tree seemed much healthier than any tree on the farm. A ripe apple fell to the ground and rolled towards Apple Bloom’s hoof. She leaned over and sniffed at it, poking it curiously. It looked better than any apple short of a Zap Apple—no blemishes to mar its bright red shine. It appeared delicious.

She decided to sample the apple and see how good it really was. Apple Bloom bit into it, expecting it to be crushed by her large, flat teeth and get munched in half. Instead, the inside was sickly sweet and gooey. Apple Bloom couldn’t open her mouth back up as the apple had glued it shut.

“Mmph?!” She scraped at the apple with her hoof as she felt it begin to warm itself up. Realizing apples aren’t supposed to do that, she began to panic. She realized too late that It must have been a magic apple.

It slowly seeped between her teeth and over her tongue, filling the cavities between her gums, cheeks, and teeth. The melting apple began to crawl over her muzzle, quickly plugging her nostrils.

Apple Bloom was beyond horrified as she felt her airway being cut off. She slammed a hoof against her muzzle, ignoring the pain, in an attempt to break free. Her struggle only seemed to make it spread faster. She wanted to scream for help but it had expanded like foam in her mouth, completely gagging her.

The apple began to ooze onto her eyelids, making her start blinking in reflex. Realizing this was beyond her ability to handle, she turned to run towards her friends for help. Apple Bloom felt something trip her and fell to the ground.

Her lungs were already screaming in agony, burning like a bonfire in their desire for air. Apple Bloom felt the vine that had tripped her knotting around her hind leg. She dug her hooves into the ground and tried to crawl forward while she was forced to close her eyes to keep the ooze out.

Finally, with her entire face solidly sealed by the apple, she felt it harden. Apple Bloom wanted to fight, to figure out what was wrong, but her heart and brain were now joining her lungs in protest. With no option left, she slumped to the ground in defeat.

It was time to rest now; she had no fight left in her. Every ounce of her strength went towards her hopes that Applejack was okay.

A breath of fresh air shocked her awake, as the apple freed her nostrils. She took several deep breaths, greedy for more oxygen. Once her strength returned, she tried to stand up only to find out why the apple had allowed her to breath; all four of her legs were now tightly bound by vines.

Apple Bloom felt herself being dragged across the ground, her fate once again unknown. She felt the dirt crumble and realized she was being pulled down into the soil. Her struggles proved useless as the soft dirt gave her no purchase. She felt herself bumping against roots and more vines as she was pulled underneath the tree.

A small opening formed beneath her and caused her to fall for a second. In her small underground burrow she felt the topsoil collapse around her. This time, there was something between her and the dirt. Having long lost her vision, all she could feel was a slimy sac enclosing her. The weight of the dirt compressed her on each side.

Moaning into her thick foam gag, Apple Bloom squirmed around in the slippery confines. She felt the apple expanding once again, and feared it would cut off her air supply. Somehow she was still getting the air she needed to live, as the apple finished covering her neck and forelegs.

The apple was hardening behind its advance, locking her forelegs curled against her chest. It continued down until her hind legs were similarly pinned to her stomach. The apple continued to encase her until she couldn’t feel the slippery sac against her flanks.

Apple Bloom thought her torment was over but then the apple constricted painfully, forcing her into a tight ball. She couldn’t move a muscle as it curled her upon herself. The apple solidified, and left her like this. She tried to gasp in shock as the apple then began to creep up into her pussy.

Like with her mouth, the apple was expanding to fill the cavity completely. Apple Bloom wanted to scream in pain as it expanded against her hymen, then burst through, robbing her of her virginity. She continued to whimper inside her shell as it flowed deeper inside her.

She had never felt anything expand against the walls of her pussy or reach her cervix before. The expanding foam began to pulsate and vibrate subtly, sending small waves of pleasure coursing through her. All of her senses except for touch had been blocked from the outside world. As the pain of her imprisonment faded, she was left with only the sensation of the plant inside her. She gave up on getting out without help, and began to enjoy the feeling building inside. It slowly built her towards climax, and soon her lust replaced any logical thoughts in her head.

Apple Bloom was trying to buck against the expanding invader inside her when another sharp pain caught her attention. The apple had seeped into her ass, and was expanding to match the other plug in size. She felt liquid tingle inside her as it expanded, cleaning her out for storage. It was oddly pleasant, and soon the plug in her ass had grown to match the other at just over a foot long.

They began to work in a rhythm, teasing Apple Bloom. She got closer to her first orgasm again, and found herself begging the plant to continue. Just when she thought her orgasm was inevitable, the invaders stopped. They continued to tease her and kept her on edge to milk her body of nutrients before she would pass out in bliss.

For several minutes it had been teasing her when her body couldn’t take anymore. Her young mind screamed at her marehood to climax already, and it obliged. She tightened up her muscles around the plant inside her and felt juices squirting out against the shell. In response, the plant quadrupled its vibrations and pulsing, overloading her mind.

Awash in the feelings of a spreading fire in her loins and tingling throughout her body, she experienced several minutes of orgasm within her inescapable apple seed beneath the tree. Finally darkness took her.

“Sweetie, have you seen Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Sweetie replied. She looked back and saw Scootaloo avert her eyes from her flanks. “Scootaloo, don’t stare at me like that! It’s too strange.” She looked away and smirked, flicking her tail to tease the pegasus. Sweetie knew Scootaloo had feelings for her, but hadn’t decided if it was okay to feel that way with another mare yet.

“Oh, I wasn’t. . . I mean, we should find Apple Bloom and leave.”

“They’re just plants! It’s not like—”

Scootaloo trotted up next to Sweetie Belle to see what caught her attention. “What’s wrong? Did you find—”

“Celestia preserve us,” Sweetie muttered.

Before them lay Rainbow Dash, sealed inside a long transparent vine. She was writhing around inside of it as she approached the opening at the end. It looked like the vine was about to release her.

“Dash!” Scootaloo ran to the opening in the vine and tried to open it up and pull her out.

“Scootaloo, we need to get out of here and get help!” Sweetie shouted.

“Not without Dash!”

“Scootaloo!”

Sweetie Belle watched as a vine wrapped itself around Scootaloo’s leg. It continued to wind around it up over her flank. “Gah! Sweetie, help me!”

She ran over to her friend and tried to use her magic to tear the vine off. For some reason she couldn’t sense, let alone manipulate, the plant with her magic. She chalked it up to her inexperience and levitated a rock over to begin to bashing the vine. “I’ll get you out of there!”

Scootaloo screamed in pain as the rock made contact. “Stop!”

Sweetie looked at Scootaloo and saw the vine tighten its grip around her leg, threatening to crush the bones to dust if she kept attacking it. She then dropped the rock in shock as she felt another vine circle around her front hooves. Sweetie looked down and gasped, picking the rock up again to bash her own vine. It tightened on her hooves, nearly cracking them. She responded by squealing and trying to tear her legs free.

Scootaloo looked forward towards Dash for help, and began to flap her wings. Despite having learned to fly, the plant was much stronger than it looked. The vine anchored her and prevented her from lifting off more than a few inches. She fell to the ground screaming as she felt something push against her ass, and then push its way inside. “Oh Celestia! Sweetie, help!”

Sweetie looked over at Scootaloo, and then back at her own predicament. The vine was having trouble getting a good grip on her. It had circled three of her four hooves, but Sweetie kept managing to slip one free when it went for another hoof. Scootaloo was mere inches away, yet both were powerless to help the other.

Scootaloo fell down and squirmed as she felt something snaking around inside her, going deeper and deeper. She felt small nubs on the vine, sexually exciting her as they slid through her tight hole. Her breaths were coming in rapidly as she fought the urge to vomit. It felt like something was starting to push its way up her throat. “S-Sweetie, I t-think we’re g-gonna die!”

“No, don’t think like that!” Sweetie yelled. She took her eyes off the vine for a moment and felt it finally grip all four of her legs. “Scootaloo, don’t give up!”

“I s-should have told you that I had f-feelings f—” She stopped to cough as she fought her gag reflex. “I d-don’t want to d-die but at least y-you’re with me.” Scootaloo gulped for air as the vine slid up her throat and out of her mouth. She bit it in an attempt to attack the vine, and felt it tighten its grip through her body, causing her stomach to scream in pain.

Sweetie saw the larger transparent vine sliding over the smaller one that had speared Scootaloo. She realized it must catch its food by ensnaring the prey with its tongue-like vine. Looking behind her, she saw a similar sheath sliding down towards her. “No! I won’t lose you too!”

She pulled against the vine trapping her hooves, and levitated the nearby rock up. She began to bash the vine and struggled, focusing on her right front hoof. She managed to slip it out as the vine slid along her flank. Sweetie reached forward and grabbed Scootaloo’s hoof.

She touched the vine that had a grip in Scootaloo, and felt it begin to wind around her own leg. “It’ll be okay, Scootaloo.”

The orange mare could only stare with tears in her eyes as her mouth had been filled with the invasive vine. She smiled the best she could and pulled her in for a kiss. Sweetie Belle closed her tearful eyes and let it happen. She then felt something else brush against her cheek.

Opening her eyes, Sweetie saw the vine that had passed through Scootaloo enter her own mouth. She bit at it once, and heard Scootaloo squeal in pain. Sweetie frowned, but let the vine enter her so it wouldn’t hurt her friend.

As the vine slid down Sweetie’s throat, she found it difficult to breathe. The plant allowed her just enough air as it entered her stomach. She felt Scootaloo’s lips against hers again, and looked at the other mare. The vine had pulled the two together, mouth to mouth, and locked them in a kiss. She could feel Scootaloo’s tongue, as if it were trying to convey a message its owner could not. Sweetie returned the kiss, tasting the sweet sap of the vine as it began to sedate them and spread aphrodisiacs through their bodies.

The transparent sheet slid over Scootaloo and began sealing her inside. The plant realized it had snared two ponies on its tongue, and that another vine had also grabbed the second one. It pushed its way through Sweetie faster, causing the mare to squeal and the surprisingly pleasant feeling of a vine threading its way through her sent mixed messages to her brain.

Sweetie could feel her marehood throbbing and dripping onto the grass. She could only imagine that Scootaloo felt the same. Seconds later, the tentacle popped out of her tight anus, causing her to moan into Scootaloo’s mouth.

The tentacle then began to wrap around the rival plant and tried to pry it off. Sweetie screamed into Scootaloo’s mouth as the two plants tightened up around her hind leg, struggling for which one would get to feed on her.

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie and tried to wrap her tongue with hers, to let her know it’d be okay. She had often hoped that a shared flat might lead to some kissing or petting, but this had moved faster than she’d imagined possible. With the tight cocoon sliding over her, Scootaloo had been fast approaching a climax. Unable to hold it back any longer, she came and felt her loins spasming and spreading her juices around inside the vine.

Sweetie felt Scootaloo convulse and looked at her, just in time to see the outer vine slide over her own head. Sweetie’s head and forelegs were pulled inside the vine alongside Scootaloo.

The rival plant sensed it was losing this battle for the entangled ponies. The succulent morsels were both two thirds of the way inside the other plant as it had already passed through both of them. The vine had no choice but to release Sweetie and wait for another pony to wander down into the basement.

Sweetie felt the vines let go of her leg, and was quickly encased by the outer vine. She felt herself slipping up into the vine with Scootaloo. Sweetie felt Scootaloo scream and began squirming in pain. It was quickly replaced by a slower, almost enjoyable rhythm.

She soon identified the source of Scootaloo’s discomfort as a smaller vine inside the plant started rubbing against her marehood. In one swift motion, the vine pushed inside of her forcefully, deflowering her marehood in seconds.

After the initial jolt of pain, Sweetie felt the vine curling up and rubbing itself against her inner folds. It continued to thrust and massage the walls of her pussy, causing warmth to spread through her abdomen. She felt Scootaloo’s tongue, and began kissing her with reckless abandon.

The two mares were locked together in a kiss as a fire grew deep within both of them. Shared ecstasy raced through them as their skin tingled and their entire body went flush with heat. They wiggled and squirmed to get more stimulation. The plant was bringing them both towards their shared orgasm.

An overpowering desire hit them as the fires in their bellies crescendoed. They passed the plateau of their orgasm, and felt every muscle in their body tighten up and spasm as the waves of euphoria washed over them.

The two mares forgot all about Apple Bloom and Dash as they did their best to kiss each other while making love to the plant.

Across the greenhouse, several mares began waking up from their hibernation. Fluttershy was the first to climb out of her plant, the pitcher plant having the least restraint around her.

She flopped onto the ground and stood up, covered in slime. Fluttershy felt different but wasn’t sure how yet. She could sense the spores again; the alluring fragrance that she herself had been unable to resist.

After a moment she realized the pheromones and spores were all being produced by her. They were bubbling through the slime from all over her skin, filling the air with the mind-controlling substance. Fluttershy looked at a nearby vine and wished it would help wipe all this filthy slime off her. By now, it probably contained more of her marecum than the plant’s lubricant.

Fluttershy thought about the vine helping her, and smelt a new fragrance enter the air. The vine obeyed her thought as the scent reached it, and was soon joined by others.

She moaned in joy, ordering one of the vines to tend to her burning marehood and bring her to orgasm. The vines massaged her muscles, wringed the slime out of her hair, and brushed it off her coat.

Fluttershy stood her ground as her pussy spasmed and she came, the vine inside her finishing her off quickly. She was dry now, and looked at her coat and mane. They were resuming their normal shape, as if she had styled them, in a supernatural display of her new powers.

She knew she needed more. Fluttershy didn’t know how she knew, but she had only one thought in her mind: she had to get pregnant. Not with a plant this time, but with a pony. Her biological drive told her that it was more important than anything that new ponies be born to carry on the sacred work of tending to the plant’s needs.

Fluttershy smiled as she pictured Big Mac in her mind. No stallion in town would fuck her better than him, or provide healthier sperm to bear offspring. The air was filled with an apple scented pheromone, and Fluttershy knew he would find it irresistible.

She started walking towards the door out of the basement, and realized she hadn’t checked on her friends.

It’s okay, Twilight said. Her voice spoke directly to Fluttershy. Gaia and I will watch over them. We’re all connected to Gaia now. We’ll all be awake soon. Go, take your stallion and enjoy him to the fullest. We will be waiting for your return.

Fluttershy smiled and rubbed her hind legs together, already feeling horny again. She started up the steps out of the basement to give Big Mac the ride of his life.

Author's Note

I may have more first person segments if you enjoyed them. I had planned to stay as Twilight and use a collective consciousness, but it still wouldn't allow me to explore the capture and rebellion of the many ponies in Ponyville nearly as well. So, third person was the clear choice to continue the story. If you'd like, you can consider Twilight the narrator from her omniscient plant pod.

7. A Day in the Life of Plant Food

You have done well, Twilight, far better than I expected.

“Thank you, Gaia,” Twilight said. She leaned back inside the pod and allowed several vines to caress her. Instead of sleeping in her bed, Twilight would spend her free time lounging inside the plant. “Your gift of eternal youth and power, not to mention the pleasure you provide me. . . I want to please you.”

And you have. Soon we will reclaim Equestria and the Everfree forest will slowly cover the land as it had long ago.

“How many ponies will be spared?” Twilight asked.

You are still anxious about this, child? It is the natural order of things. Life comes from the soil, and returns to it. We must either bond to a pony, or consume them to sustain ourselves. And not all ponies are suitable such as you and your friends.

“It’s just. . . won’t you run out of ponies? Maybe you could eat some Wyverns or something.” Twilight knew it was an academic debate, as she wouldn’t want to risk upsetting Gaia. They were nearly as one, yet Twilight’s doubts thus far had prevented them from joining completely.

Wyverns have teeth and claws. Ponies are unique among the races of your land. They have no natural defenses to harm us, and can pollinate us and spread our seeds. We eat out of the necessity to get minerals and elements like nitrogen that we need to live. Just as ponies eat plants, we must eat ponies.

She took a deep breath of the fragrant air Gaia had produced. “Well, I guess that makes sense.”

Lean back, child, and let me join you to the network. I will show you that your friends are being treated well. The ponies consumed will pale in comparison to the ponies granted our blessing.

Twilight leaned back a little further until her head was pushed into a small cavity in the plant. Tentacles began to wrap around her head and horn. Two others snaked into her ears, and in moments she was one with Gaia.

She could see Fluttershy crawl out of her pod, and sent her on her way. Gaia explained to Twilight how as a source of nourishment, ponies must actively reproduce to provide for future generations of plants.

Gaia then directed Twilight’s senses over to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. “You captured them too?”

Yes, while you slept. They wandered in here out of concern for you, and I spared them—for you, child.

Twilight smiled and let her guard down. She let Gaia have full access to her mind, and in reward felt a tentacle creeping into her marehood.

Sleep, child, it will not be long now.

She let her consciousness drift away, until her point of view joined Scootaloo’s within the vine.

Scootaloo felt something push against her lips and began to stir. As she woke up she forgot where she was, and tried to kick the blanket off that had wrapped tightly around her. A tickling in her nose almost made her sneeze, and she opened her eyes.

She recalled she was inside a plant, and that her and Sweetie had been violated and pulled inside. Scootaloo felt her terror subside as she recalled how thoroughly pleasurable the plant had been.

The vine threading through Scootaloo’s anus and out of her mouth. It continued to tug at her, sliding her further into the plant. Sweetie’s tongue brushed against her lips again, as they shared the vine between their mouths. They would bump into each other and kiss until the plant tugged them further inside, separating them for a brief moment.

Scootaloo began to squirm around to increase her pleasure. A skin tight sheath of rubbery plant enclosed them, like a long and narrow throat. It was coated in a slippery substance that allowed her some movement. The feeling of that second layer of skin hugging every inch of her body was almost as stimulating as the thick vine that had tormented and pleasured her virgin pussy for hours.

She stuck her tongue out to flirt with Sweetie, who moaned in joy. Both started to wiggle around, knowing it would stimulate the plant and tighten its grip thus pushing them both to orgasm.

As the plant continued to pull them deeper inside, the vine surrounding them in a sheath tightened. Scootaloo did her best to catch a glimpse of Sweetie through the slimy fluid and the semi-transparent vine. As the prison shrank it became harder to see her marefriend, but at least she could still feel her lips pressed tightly against hers.

Scootaloo’s hind legs were squeezed painfully inside the vine. She felt the pressure grow evenly until she could no longer squirm. She felt, more than heard, Sweetie moaning as the vine tightened up around her.

Scootaloo’s flanks were so tightly squeezed by the plant that on the outside, you could count the hairs on her tail. The green of the plant’s vine continued to seal around them, following every inch of skin and fur. Scootaloo’s feathers, mane, and ears also were clearly visible from outside. The small spirals of Sweetie’s horn were visible as the plant sealed around it.

Both mares wondered what the plant had in store that it needed to immobilized them for. That was when they noticed the half dozen other small tentacles that had snaked alongside them. The vines in their nose allowing them to breathe sprayed a sweet smelling mist into their noses.

Sweetie felt the effects immediately. Her horn was highly sensitive to magic, and when aroused, a horn job could rival anything a stallion could provide her. With the plant clinging tightly to her vine, rubbing ever so slightly against it, the small burst of aphrodisiac was enough to send her over the edge.

She pushed forward as much as she could, moaning into Scootaloo’s mouth and sending her tongue in to tease her. Sweetie’s horn began to shoot out magic as the pleasurable feedback loop created by her arousal overloaded her brain with pleasure.

Scootaloo was first to notice the plants true intent with the aphrodisiac. Her pussy began to burn furiously and wink amidst the layer of slime covering it. It pushed out and almost tugged at the vine around it, beckoning it to push in further. Even after a dozen orgasms inside the vine, the plant was still pushing her to new heights.

She found out why as two large bumps passed up through the vine, squeezing against her tightly bound legs. Scootaloo panted as she wanted to rub those bumps against her, and soon got her wish.

The first bump to reach her traveled through the main vine—the sort of tongue that had speared them and pulled them into the ‘mouth’ of the plant.

Scootaloo squealed as the bump felt ten feet wide. In reality, it was only a few inches, but she had never had something enter her ass before the vine had taken her. The plant pushed the seed against her sealed sphincter, determined to gain entrance inside her.

She flailed against the inside of the plant, struggling to loosen her ass to end the pain. Scootaloo wanted to relax but her body had other plans. When the second bump pushed up against her overly-sensitive clitoris, she lost control and exploded in orgasm.

The lips of her marehood winked and tugged at the seed, enveloping it as the vine pushed it inside. She clenched down tightly on the seed, further heightening her arousal, right as the other seed passed into her colon. Her sphincter tightened back up and she felt an overwhelming sense of fullness, as if she had eaten a dozen large meals at once.

She nibbled at Sweetie’s lips as they kissed, doing her best to control the orgasm and ride it as long as possible. With the large seed being deposited inside her vagina, it wasn’t hard to do.

The plant had not just been fucking the mares this whole time. The vine that had been arousing them had also been releasing chemicals to loosen her cervix. As the vine pushed past the cervix and deposited the seed, Scootaloo felt a new kind of pleasure. Something was opening her up, pushing farther inside than any vine that day.

Scootaloo felt a bump travel up into her throat. She also felt a warmth spreading in her uterus. The seed had left the vine, and contact with Scootaloo had caused it to expand. She felt as if foam was being pumped inside her as a soft cushion expanded around the seed. The vine withdrew, letting the cervix close behind it.

She felt the seed inside her slow down, finally filling each crevice inside her. Scootaloo felt full and content, hardly realizing the finale of her orgasm. The incredible delight of having such a healthy seed planted in her was making her sleepy.

With a slight gagging, she felt the seed in the main vine pass through her mouth and into Sweetie’s. Scootaloo did her best to yawn as the plant loosened its grip on her, lulling her to sleep in it’s embrace.

Sweetie could feel Scootaloo’s orgasm rock her body, and then also felt her stop moving as she fell asleep. This pattern had repeated many times. She was shocked as a large object stretched her jaw wide open and pushed its way into her mouth. Sweetie tried to repel it, but it had already lodged itself in, gagging her.

She only managed to delay the seed for a moment, until it pushed down into her throat to continue its journey. She fought the urge to gag, and squirmed as it passed into her stomach. Sweetie’s horn was sore and the aphrodisiac was still flowing through her. The sensation of the seed quickly making it’s way through her intestines, as if it were alive, was nearly enough to make her cum.

When the seed pushed against Sweetie’s tight marshmallow ass, she clenched down and squealed. Finally her body fell into a rhythm with the vine to pass the seed. It felt amazing and natural for her body to expel the seed, causing her to become short with breath.

The seed then curved back along with the vine that had passed through her body. The vine went directly into her waiting pussy, pushing the seed with it. In a similar fashion it eased the seed past her cervix, where it began to expand and fill her up.

Sweetie felt her entire body tense up as she came. She wiggled, desperate for more arousal, and caused her horn to come again. As the double orgasm rocked her, the withdrawing vine was unable to close her cervix due to her arousal.

The seed continued to expand, sealing itself in place, but also spread down through her narrow vagina. The seed plugged itself inside her, filling every inch, like a massive internal dildo. The foam stopped just short of her labia, and hardened.

Sweetie felt something rigid inside her, running the full length of her marehood to her stomach. As the waves of warmth and bliss passed over her, she bucked against the dildo-shaped mass inside her. It felt wonderful, and she soon started to black out from the over-stimulation.

She fell asleep mid-orgasm and joined Scootaloo in her dreams. Meanwhile, the plant began to slowly slide them back out, allowing them to leave now that it had them under its control. It would still take a few hours to move them to the end of the vine, and both mares would likely cum again before getting there.

Spike struggled against the vines pulling him spread eagle. He was in a small open space underground and inside a plant. A large vine had expanded in his mouth, painfully gagging him, and preventing him from breathing fire.

For what felt like days, he had been isolated in the dark and unable to breathe fire to rescue Rarity. To make it worse, a hose-like vine had sealed itself around his penis, and began draining him dry. It seemed like every five minutes the plant would sexually arouse him, and if he got hard, it would milk his sperm.

Spike also smelt odd scents from time to time. They would make his mind hazy and he suspected it was some form of magic. He thanked Celestia that dragons had a natural resistance to magic, toxins, and other harmful things.

Spike, it’ll be okay if you stop resisting.

The vine in his mouth deflated and pulled out. It sprayed something sickly sweet in his mouth. Spike choked, not wanting to swallow whatever it was, but his throat was so dry. He found himself suckling on the vine to satiate his thirst.

“T-twilight?”

Yes, Spike. It’s okay, I’m one with Gaia. She does not want to hurt you, but she has never captured a dragon before.

“Let me go, I have to help Rarity!” He tugged at the vines suspending him in the dark plant.

She’s one with us too, Spike, and Gaia will let you join.

“What do you mean?”

We just need to find the right pheromones or spores, something you can’t resist.Then you can be my assistant again.

Spike turned to face his right arm. He knew his scales were immune to his fire breath, but the vine wrapped around it was not. He took a deep breath to free his arm, when the vine jammed itself back into his mouth. Spike choked and gagged as his air was cut off completely, before finally being restored when the plant was in control.

Another scent filled the space around him, clouding his mind. At the same time, the vine began to stimulate him again.

Stop resisting, Spike, enjoy it. Let Gaia in, or else. . .

Apple Bloom felt the hardened seed containing her begin to expand slightly. She tried to stretch her legs a bit, but could not. Instead, her movement caused the plant to placate her by slowly thrusting into her snatch.

She was being incubated inside the seed, and sexually tormented. She worried that her friends were already dead.

It’s okay, Apple Bloom.

She recognized the voice as Twilight’s, but was unable to talk within her tight prison. The tight shell encasing her had been slowly sending tendrils into her skin, permanently attaching itself to her. Apple Bloom feared it was eating her, and yet the plant seemed adept at clouding her mind and inducing orgasms to torment it’s dinner.

It’s not eating you, Apple Bloom. The apple you attempted to eat was not meant for you. It was a plant grown using Applejack’s knowledge, and magic as it absorbed Rarity.

Her mind was filled with a singular image of a large tree. Several apples hung from the branches, and inside she could see Rarity. The plant had grown into her until they were one. It continued to bring her to orgasm as another means of control.

The apples will help spread the plants across Eqeustria. They will be mixed in with your family’s apple shipments. Anypony who eats one will be encased, turned into a seed, and grow into an adult plant like Rarity. You two are the first of many, and as a gift, we will release you from the trees as Dryads. You will tend to their needs, and eat only of their fruit. You and Rarity will handle this task as Applejack was chosen for another purpose.

Apple Bloom felt another pinch as something pushed its way into an ear. She squirmed trying to escape, pushing against the solid prison around her. She started to cry until she smelt the scent of honey, and her mind went hazy. She suddenly realized she shouldn’t be fighting to get free, but instead fight to get the plant further inside her.

The sexual desire overwhelmed her, and she quickly decided being turned into a plant was worth it if it meant another orgasm. She did her best to buck against the insides of the plant and drive the small phallic object deeper inside her

That’s it. You’ll be truly beautiful when you grow into a tree and are released.

Twilight and Gaia shared the image of Rarity with her.

Rarity was slowly sliding towards the bark of the tree. The thousands of small tendrils that had used her pores as portals into her body withdrew. She began to whine inside the plant, as she felt it detach and release her.

A hoof hit the cold air outside, and she tried to push herself back inside the plant. Rarity continued to slide out of the plant until the bark had split open and she fell to the ground outside.

Looking around she saw the many apples of the tree she had been in. Rarity levitated one up and tasted it, eating the delicious morsel. As the first dryad the fruit would be safe for her to eat. To any other pony, the apple would be a death sentence as the tree consumed the ponies that weren’t needed to tend to the orchard.

Rarity glanced back at her fur. It had once been a beautiful snow white, and now it was a brilliant emerald. She didn’t particularly care for it as it did not match her purple mane. As Rarity watched, her mane turned a lighter shade of violet that complimented her emerald fur much better.

Realizing she could change her appearance, she tried turning back to her normal colors. The change was rapid and she realized what a wonderful new power she had gained. Once she stopped focusing on her fur being white, it reverted to it’s new default emerald shade.

For lack of anything better to do, Rarity leaned back and grabbed another apple. She pushed it against the lips of her vulva.

The apple could sense its keeper’s desires. It slowly expanded and penetrated her, filling her up. The apple was perfectly smooth and slick, and she was soon sliding it in and out of her moist pussy. As she sped up her tempo, the apple expanded and became ribbed.

Rarity squealed in delight, still managing to sound ladylike, as the apple continued to change its shape and texture. She forgot all about her lovely cocoon within the tree and was glad to be outside.

Thrusting rapidly she brought herself to climax. As she tightened down on the dildo inside her, the apple responded by slowly expanding to fill the crevices of her pussy. Rarity moaned in delight, soon finding herself laying on her side and panting.

She pulled the apple out as it resumed it’s normal shape. It looked a little worse for wear, so Rarity decided to eat it before she took a nap. The tasty apple was still coated in the fluids and scent of her arousal. They turned the sweet apple slightly tart, with a little saltiness, creating an amazing flavor. She had never tasted her own juices before, and already planned to do it again.

Applejack felt the many vines inside her as she continued to struggle violently. She wanted it rougher, more stimulating, tearing more at her.

She had the largest vine her twin plants could muster in her mouth, stretching out her jaw. It slid in and out, blocking off her air when it bottomed out in her throat. Applejack had even taken two vines into the nostrils that slid around in her adding new and unfamiliar sensations.

Other smaller vines teased her by slowly creeping in and out of her ears, while yet others tickled the sensitive spots on her neck, the pits of her legs, and her belly.

All these minor stimulations helped, but they paled compared to the intruders behind her flanks. A vine at least five inches wide was slowly pulling out, then pounding itself into her dripping slit until it bottomed out against her cervix. Applejack enjoyed each jolt of pain, it’s signal mixing with the pleasure and causing her to squeal in delight instead of agony. She tightened up on the vine, trying to keep it inside her, but it would always pull out and pound back in.

As the vine in her marehood withdrew, the vine in her tightly-bound ass thrust in. The well lubricated vine neared four inches and was larger than any stallion Applejack had every let ride her.

She could almost sense a connection to these vines, directing them to hogtie her. Soon, vines grasped her legs and tied them together, binding her. They then worked their way up wrapping them impossibly tight together, causing her joints to pop a bit from the strain.

Applejack squealed in delight, wishing they wrapped around her chest too, and pulled her head back. The petals of the two plants ravishing her opened slightly to accommodate her desires.

As she was pounded in ass, pussy, and mouth as forcefully as the plant dared, it wrapped a vine around her neck that had anchored itself at the base of her tail. It pulled her neck back until her spine could bend no further, arcing it almost backwards above her.

Applejack struggled to breathe, the asphyxiation bringing her a new sensation as her oxygen-starved brain released quadruple the usual amount of pleasure hormones.

Obeying their master, the vines wrapped tightly around her ribs. Each time Applejack exhaled, they tightened further. Soon, her ribs were completely sealed and her lungs could no longer expand to get any air.

She was close, so very close, and willed the plant to go faster, and deeper. The vines tightened up around her, causing her legs to go numb. They held her steady as the vine in her mouth and ass thrust in, and kept going.

Applejack felt her lungs burning as a vine entered her stomach. The one in her ass had slid in several feet. Meanwhile, the one in her sore and insatiable pussy was pounding all the way in and pulling all the way back out nearly three times a second.

The fringes of her vision were going red, as the vine choking her neck prevented blood from flowing out of her head. Between the lack of blood and oxygen, she drifted into a euphoric state, not even realizing she was seconds from death.

Her orgasm hit her as the vine assaulted her pussy like a jackhammer. Her vision exploded, stars appearing everywhere, as her muscles painfully contracted against the vine. The pain and pleasure washed over her, causing her to twitch and moan.

With her last seconds of consciousness, she drifted into subspace while feeling unimaginable pleasure. By the time the plant had laid her down on the ground next to itself, she was snoring and drooling into the dirt.

Pinkie Pie felt odd within her cocoon. A very sticky plant had caught her by the feet, and slowly enveloped her. It had glued itself to every inch of it’s body, before expanding into her mouth, ass, and vagina.

She had been aroused and tormented non-stop since it had happened. Slowly the plant broke down and reassembled her skin and fur. Each of Pinkie’s hair was now a microscopic plant vine, coated in sticky oils. Any pony who touched her would become stuck, until Pinkie deposited them in a nearby plant, or if necessary, released a chemical to dissolve their skin, killing them.

Pinkie was hardly aware of this as the tendrils that had glued themselves to her had done an excellent job of distracting her with climax after climax. The tendrils had spread her pussy and ass wide open, letting them gape several inches wide. They had then sent in further tendrils to literally play her like an instrument, tapping sensitive nerve bundles inside her to bring her to orgasm.

Where the others had vines thrusting in and out of them, Pinkie had vines tickling, teasing, and caressing corners inside her no stallion could hope to reach. A large group of the tendrils hovered over her g-spot, applying precision pressure when she had passed the point of no return, causing her to black out from every orgasm.

Pinkie had been chewing on the sticky vines in her mouth, suckling up the honey they were producing. They both gagged her and nourished her, and when she felt the air on her backside she frowned.

The plant was finally relinquishing it’s prize. Pinkie pushed down against the tendrils in her marehood, hoping for one last ride. The plant conceded, and began to push and tug against her.

Like the fingers on an ape, the tendrils poked around and slid across the smooth flesh inside her ass. They pushed against her prostate and other sensitive areas, and ran small rings around her anus. She quivered, trying to expel the invaders by reflex, and enjoying every second.

Her budding flower was splayed wide open and several tendrils made it in past her cervix, dancing away on her sensitive folds. Behind them, more vines explored each dark corner of her vagina while even more expanded and contracted against the muscular walls. Others pushed or poked at areas it had identified as being sensitive.

Pinkie bit the gag in her mouth hard, bracing herself against the plant. She began to twitch as she felt a real doozy coming on. The plant had so thoroughly learned to please her that she felt the orgasm build up over what felt like hours.

First, her hooves tingled slightly. A gentle warmth in her stomach spread itself slowly towards her spine and flanks. The tendrils changed their motions, causing the fire to change course and send shivers of excitement to her brain.

As the plant began to stimulate her g-spot, her legs twitched and the warmth spread down them to the hooves. Once there, the plant relaxed in her marehood and expanded in her anus, sending her tail erect as she lifted it high in the air.

Her labia winked rapidly as fullness filled her ass, and the warmth in her body began to retreat. Before the fire faded, the tendrils deepest in her began to massage her cervix. A rush like cold water flowed over her, yet in it’s wake the fire had returned ten-fold.

It was the best moment, as the plant took her past the point of no return. Every fiber of her being was slowly electrified and burned at the same time. The plant perfectly led her to the climax of the orgasm while never letting her quite reach it.

Pinkie bucked against the plant, trying to speed it up, but it was still glued to her. Her futile efforts amused the plant, as it held her impossibly close to the edge.

Her entire body was aching and yearning for release. Every muscle was quivering in anticipation, ready to tense up. Her nerves were overwhelmed, trying to convey pleasurable sensations from her entire body to the brain at once.

Pinkie couldn’t bare it anymore when the tendrils dove into her at full force, while a larger tendril circled around her clitoris and pushed down on it.

She nearly bit through the gag in her mouth as her body tensed up. So expert was the plant that she remained tensed for several seconds, not breathing or moving, before finally exploding in orgasm. She began twitching and relaxing, only to tense back up seconds later.

For nearly twenty minutes she rocked in the plant’s embrace, being fondled and caressed as her orgasm was prolonged.

By the time she was finally done, she had passed out. The plant began to detach itself as it lay its favorite pony on a bed of its own leaves.

Fluttershy smiled as she found Big Mac in the south field. Already she could feel her skin tingle as it released the perfect pheromone.

Big Mac took notice immediately, looking at Fluttershy with his eyes wide open. They both glazed over as he walked towards her, his tongue hanging out of her mouth.

She was secluded here in the apple orchard, and began to release spores to transform the nearby apple tree into a plant to do her bidding. Fluttershy turned around, whipping her tail to the side and winking and Big Mac. She rested her forelegs on the ground and prepared to accept his child.

Big Mac couldn’t think of anything but fucking Fluttershy. His mind was so clouded that all he was was that lovely velvet fold between her thighs. He knew he had to mount her, and kill any other stallion that dared to touch his beloved.

Fluttershy smiled as she felt two heavy hooves on her back. The sound of a bridle hitting the ground startled her slightly. Then, the hooves slid down to her wings and hooked under them.

Big Mac’s arousal had caused him to grow to full size, and he pressed the head of his penis against Fluttershy’s moist entrance. He registered her squealing in delight, and smelt more of the lovely aroma. His mind became further clouded as he focused on his overwhelming desire to cum.

Fluttershy tried to control her excitement as Big Mac mounted her. His dick was larger than the vine in her plant. Already she was stretching to accommodate him and the head was barely inside her.

She felt more of her hormones being released into the air due to her arousal, thinking nothing of it. Big Mac had inhaled so many he began to overdose on them, going from a single-minded determination to insane desire to breed.

Fluttershy yelped as Big Mac went from barely in to bottomed out, in less than a second. He had thrust himself in forcefully, and she felt like her pussy was torn open. Just when she thought it’d be okay, he tightened his grip on her, pulled out, and thrust back in.

It was less painful this time, and she felt her scent growing more heavy in the air. The nearby plant was already bending to her will, sending its roots up to grasp their hooves. To ensure she got pregnant, she had ordered the plant to wrap them up together.

Fluttershy was regretting her decision when she felt a root ensnare her hooves. She tried to release the correct spores to instruct the plant to stop, but her mind could only focus on the pheromones and hormones of her aphrodisiac and arousal.

At this point, the overwhelming scent was affecting Fluttershy too. Slowly Big Mac’s brutal thrusts were becoming less painful and more pleasurable. This is exactly what she had wanted, after all.

Big Mac yanked her wings, caring only that he get further inside. His balls slapped against her pert ass as he bottomed out. He felt his head flare and he began scraping against the inside of her vagina.

Fluttershy felt him expanding, filling an already full cavity even further. She closed her eyes as they rolled back in her head and she realized he was better than any plant could ever be.

Big Mac continued to thrust into her, and Fluttershy squeaked each time he bottomed out. She could barely breathe from the excitement of it all. He was going so fast, so deep, it was causing her to buck greedily against him, causing her plot to smack into his hips with each thrust.

Fluttershy was starting to feel sore when she came. Her orgasm came suddenly, and she felt her bulging pussy tighten up around Big Mac’s shaft. He felt his penis twitch as he began to pump sperm into her.

Big Mac could no longer pull out, as she had become far too tight. He pushed in a little as he came, filling her up with his seed. The haze in his mind cleared slightly as his task completed. When he tried to adjust his hooves, he noticed the roots that had circled around them.

Fluttershy felt the plant that had wrapped their hind legs together. Other roots had trapped their front legs as well. Big Mac was now trapped balls-deep in Fluttershy, pumping out load after load of sperm.

She was starting to pass out from the orgasm and struggled to stay awake. She knew it’d be several hours before she was awake enough to command the plant to release them.

Part of Fluttershy no longer cared. She might stay here for a few days and see how many times Big Mac could plant his seed inside her.

Author's Note

This is in response to requests to see what they did or were doing inside the plants all this time. Hopefully you enjoyed it. I've got a great ending planned, don't worry it's got many chapters left. I appreciate all the follows and likes. Apparently I'm a good author of classy clop. Also, of nightmare fuel.

If you had to be one of the ponies in this story, which one would you be? Personally I pick Scootaloo. Tons of lesbian plant sex and tentacle cutie marks in her future. :pinkiecrazy:

8. Dust's Plant Problem

“Your highness,” the pegasus messenger said.

“Rise,” Celestia ordered. She sat on her throne, swamped in paperwork and trying to co-ordinate reports coming in from all over Equestria.

“I’m reporting from Dodge Junction. Ponies are vanishing, and wild apple trees are growing all over town. There are some large plants with vines literally crawling up over town hall, encasing it.”

Luna looked up from the table she was sitting at, where a map of Equestria was spread out. “The Everfree hasn’t spread out this far in over a thousand years.”

“The reports are starting to worry me,” Celestia said. “Twilight hasn’t replied to my letters. Go to Ponyville at once, Luna, and find out what is keeping her from responding. They are also the closest settlement we have to the Everfree. If plants have reached Dodge Junction, Ponyville could well be overrun.”

“Should I head back out?” the messenger asked.

“Not yet, take a night off to recoup,” Celestia responded. “Fly to the Crystal Empire and Manehatten tomorrow to ensure no plants have made it that far.”

Luna stood up and sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be getting any sleep today. “You’ll hear from me soon, Tia.” She walked off towards the balcony to check on Ponyville.

Derpy flew along her mail route enjoying the fragrant smell of flowers. She landed next to Sugarcube Corner and opened up the mailbox, inserting her mail inside. Derpy giggled as the vibrant pink flowers surrounding the mailbox tickled her flank.

“Hey there, what lovely flowers Pinkie has planted.” Derpy lifted one up, inhaling the sweet scent. The flowers seemed to vibrate, releasing their pollen all over her fur. “Haha! I’m not a bee, silly flowers. Though. . . I guess Pinkie wouldn’t mind if I just ate one. You look so tasty.”

Derpy chomped on one of the flowers, enjoying the succulent taste. After a feeling of euphoria faded from her, she closed the mailbox and flew off towards the next house that had mail.

Once she reached Carousel Boutique, she landed next to a patch of purple flowers, with a large apple tree growing next to them. Derpy’s tummy rumbled and she considered eating one of the delicious apples. However, she preferred sampling the delicious flowers that had sprung up all around town.

Derpy smelled the pollen from the new flowers, causing her to sneeze. She flapped her wings, dusting the pollen off her sides. It drifted down to the purple flowers, pollinating them. Derpy then walked carefully through a patch of the blooming chrysanthemums to deliver Rarity’s mail.

Oblivious to the new layer of pollen covering her sides, Derpy nibbled on one of the flowers, enjoying the unique feeling of warmth they gave her. Then, she flew off to deliver the rest of her mail.

Lightning Dust was headed back home to Cloudsdale. She had headed south to do some stunt shows to earn a little extra spending cash. The ponies that lived down on the rock farms were easily impressed, and she was nearly broke.

Dust didn’t expect there to be so many plants down at the rock farms. It seemed like everything was blooming, despite it being late Autumn. Part of her considered stopping by Ponyville to ask Dash about it. As much as she hated to admit it, Dash knew much more about weather than Dust.

She shook her head, easily deciding it was best to steer clear of Dash. Then, she noticed a golden glimmer coming from the ground below. Dust realized she had drifted over the outskirts of Ponyville. Despite not wanting to run into any ‘old friends’, she couldn’t resist investigating the golden object down below.

Dust circled down to a small patch of trees, noticing that the trees seemed to be leaking large amounts of tree sap. It was a very unusual sight to behold. She saw something pinned to one of the trees and didn’t believe her eyes.

“What the hell?” She looked around, seeing that she was alone out in this clearing. There were only a dozen trees here, and pinned to one in the center was a lead pony badge. Dust walked forward until she stood in the middle of the clearing.

“How’s this possible? Spitfire took my badge.” Dust reached up with a hoof and pulled the badge out of the tree bark. She then grabbed her saddlebag and set it down, finding a place to stash her badge.

Dust was about to put her saddlebags back on when she realized her hooves had stepped in something sticky. She lifted the hoof that had pulled the badge from the tree, as it seemed least stuck. A thick golden strand of tree sap stretched out between her hoof and the ground.

Glancing down revealed a large puddle that had covered the blades of grass. She saw that the golden goop had become a few inches thick, covering her hooves. Dust beat her wings, trying to fly out of the sap, but failing. Left with few choices, she jabbed her free hoof at the sap to try and break her other hooves out. The sap wasn’t hard enough to crack, and instead it got her hoof stuck.

“Fuck. Help! Is anypony out there?!” Dust shouted. She looked around, embarrassed to have her hooves stuck in sap. “Great, this is so stupid. Can anything else possibly go wrong?”

Dust sighed and gauged her options. There was nopony in sight, she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, and her best case was standing here until somepony came to help pry her out.

Something brushed across her leg, and she looked back to find it. There was a plant vine resting on top of the tree sap. She tried to pull a hoof back out of the sap so that she could use the vine to get free. Dust’s hooves felt like they were in cement, and she made no progress in getting loose.

When her gaze returned forward, Dust saw a large cyan flower in front of her. Inside the larger cyan petals were some small petals of various colors. “What the hell?” She stared at the odd flower, wondering where it had come from. Then she noticed it was attached to the long vine that had appeared out of nowhere.

The flower sprayed something in Dust’s face, causing her to cough. Her eyes began to burn, and whatever she inhaled was causing her lungs to tingle unpleasantly. It felt like her throat was on fire, and it was slowly swelling closed.

Dust opened her mouth, gasping for air. Barely able to breathe, she hardly noticed as the flower inserted itself into her mouth. She bit down on the center of the petal, trying to get it out so she could breathe better. When she did, it shot another load of the liquid into her throat.

This second wave of fluid actually helped her breathe, soothing her sore throat. Dust tried to open up her mouth, but found that the plant was as sticky as glue in her mouth. She tried to yank her head back, her nose still burning, and her breathing ragged.

The flower started to balloon up inside her mouth, releasing more of the anesthetic and soothing her, allowing her to breathe more easily. Dust couldn’t even feel as a vine exited the flower and snaked down her throat, into her lungs. The hollow vine ran all the way through the plant to the fresh air, allowing it to pump air to her lungs.

The outer cyan petals curled over her face, covering her eyes, nose, and chin. Dust screamed into her gag, trying to shake the petals off. She tried to buck her hooves and beat her wings, but her hooves didn’t move an inch. The petals stuck to her skin like duct tape, creating an airtight seal. No matter how much she struggled, the flower had completely encased the front half of her head.

With the outer petals compressing her and the inner flower expanding, she was unable to move her jaw. Dust couldn’t even moan in complaint due to the vine invading her lungs. She was left standing there, blind, mute, and deaf.

Nopony would ever find her.

She felt more vines tracing paths along her fur, rubbing against her flanks. They were slippery, leaving a warm residue on her. It was sticky, and as she continued to wiggle around she thought she felt the residue hardening. Dust realized it felt just like the tree sap that had trapped her feet.

With renewed determination she struggled, picturing herself being buried alive in tree sap. After a minute of thrashing around, the plant injected something into her lungs. Her entire body started to tingle and went numb for a few seconds, and Dust lost her mind in a haze. She suddenly felt relaxed and without a care in the world. Calming down, she relaxed her legs and tried to lie down and take a nap.

Two vines were wrapped around her chest and stomach, supporting her weight. The sap had been piled up to her knees, and would soon reach her cutie marks. The vines were secreting more sap, slowly forming a nice sphere of the substance around her. The vine in her mouth curled around her front foreleg to the ground. Another pair of vines snaked around her hind legs and invaded her inner folds.

Dust felt something prod against her marehood. She tried to grin, and realized she had been dripping juice down her inner legs. Dust didn’t recall being aroused, but couldn’t deny how electrifying the lightest breeze against her hind quarters was.

Something a few inches wide and pointed slid in between her quivering lips. She shivered, feeling the thick syrup on her back as the chill went up her spine. Her pussy was quickly stuffed full by the tentacle, causing her knees to buckle again. The vines held her aloft, as she was rhythmically penetrated by the vine.

Warm goo started to fill her womb. It wasn’t spurts like she might have gotten from a stallion, but a steady stream. It caused a tingling as it filled her up, until she felt it dripping out her backside and down the vine. Dust figured it must be more of the tree sap, gauging by the slightly sticky feeling it created as her marehood attempted to wink.

The vine rotated around, resting against her clitoris so that it could still tease or pleasure her as it saw fit once the sap hardened. Dust realized what it was doing as the sap outside covered her cutie marks, more than halfway burying her.

She could not longer move her hips or buck the vine, and it had stopped thrusting. Dust was horny, and needed to orgasm. Yet the vine had immobilized her, and completely packed her pussy with hard tree sap. She wouldn’t be able to orgasm until the plant freed her.

With a twinge of fear, Dust realized the plant might kill her. She might be frozen here, forever denied orgasm, until she died.

She tried hard to push that thought from her mind. Whatever was going on, it surely wasn’t that. Dust had heard of carnivorous plants. They ate flies or insects, maybe a frog. This plant didn’t seem to want to eat her, it seemed almost happy to arouse her. Perhaps it was some sort of fucking plant, and some unicorn was going to rape her.

Dust’s train of thought was broken as a vine speared her ass, sliding a couple inches in before her anus clenched down and denied it entry. The tree sap had covered her up to the base of her tail, and the sticky substance helped the vine glide in as it hardened.

Before long, she felt an incredibly fullness and pressure in her gut. It felt like she had been flying all day long and needed to use the restroom, but couldn’t until she landed. Dust whimpered, trying to void her bowels. It was torturous to be so full and be unable to relieve herself.

Unfortunately, the tree sap had hardened inside her intestines, trapping her in a constant sensation of needing to take a shit. Dust felt her eyes watering as she cried and whinnied into the plant, begging it to stop torturing her.

As the sap reached her wings she spread them out, trying to keep them from getting stuck in the goo. She flapped them, trying to keep the sap off them, yet it was heavy and clung to her feathers.

Dust felt her wings slowly encased despite her best efforts, becoming stuck in a natural position, spread slightly to her sides. She couldn’t resist anymore and relaxed her wing muscles, letting them fold in slightly against the goop before it hardened.

The vine in her marehood started to push against her pleasure button, wracking her body with intense feelings of warmth. The fact she was completely immobilized heightened the sensation, causing her to nearly come from that one light touch. The vine froze, denying Dust her release. She tried to scream, and realized the sap had covered the tips of her ears. She couldn’t move or wiggle, not even the tiniest amount. The sap had hardened until it was a glassy prison around her.

The vine was still allowing her to breathe, carrying her faint whimpers to the outside world. Dash stood at the edge of the clearing with a smug grin of satisfaction. She ran a hoof along the vine that was teasing Dust’s pussy. The vine vibrated lightly for a second, and Dash heard another frustrated moan come through Dust’s breathing vine.

With a sadistic smile, Dash pushed her hoof down on the vine allowing her to breathe. Though Dust couldn’t move, she knew almost instantly when her air supply had been cut off. Dash’s only regret was she couldn’t see Dust struggle and scream.

She let go of the vine, allowing Dust to breathe, and stood up. Dash walked around her, examining the perfect sphere of amber that Dust had been trapped in—permanently.

“Thanks, Twilight,” Dash said. “I don’t think my plant here could have pulled this off without you.”

“You’re welcome, Dash. So are you going to kill her?” Twilight asked, referring to how she had just a moment ago cut off her air supply.

“Nah, I mean, look at her! She’s the perfect sculpture. She’ll be preserved for eternity, my perfect pet pegasus. I’ll probably just torment and torture her, maybe let her out as my pet someday,” Dash explained.

“Well, if you do want to let her out, let me know. It’ll take a little creativity to dissolve that amber and get her out. For now, your ‘pet’ is imprisoned for good.”

Dash ran a hoof down the side of the amber sphere, feeling her own sex getting moist. “Beautiful. I’ll have to visit my lovely pet everyday and make sure my plant is taking good care of her.”

Scootaloo moaned, rolling over in bed after one hell of a dream. She had imagined herself being impregnated by plants and making out with Sweetie belle. Scootaloo’s hoof landed against a horn, and she heard a grunt of pain.

Opening her eyes, she saw Sweetie Belle laying on a sleeping bag with her. Scootaloo took a moment to orient herself, seeing trees all around her. She went to sit up, and felt her stomach get in the way.

Looking down, Scootaloo saw her stomach bulging out as if she were pregnant. Her aching marehood let her know that it had not been a dream, and she smelt the sweetest fragrance in the air. Scootaloo knew in that one moment that the plants were here to take care of her, and that it was her duty to carry the seed in her womb to term.

She stood up, stretching out her wings, and realizing they had grown to the proper size for a pony her age. They felt stronger too, and Scootaloo was able to easily flap them and hover a few feet off the ground. She landed with a thud, eager to wake Sweetie Belle up and show her. That’s when Scootaloo saw a cutie mark on Sweetie Belle’s flank. She had three seeds on her flank, each one sprouting a small leaf on the top and roots out the bottom.

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up, and she glanced back at her own flank. A combination of two intertwined vines and a pair of pegasus wings were on her flank. She was ecstatic, leaping in the air and shouting triumphantly. A flying cutie mark, and a vine cutie mark!

Being impregnated by the plant with Sweetie Belle was the most amazing thing Scootaloo had ever felt, and now it was her special talent!

“Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” Fluttershy asked. Scootaloo turned around and saw her resting against a tree.

“Good,” Scootaloo said. She then noticed Big Mac hanging from some vines between two trees. He had a large vine running down his throat, and another entering his ass. His eyes were blindfolded by a pair of leaves that looked glued on. “Hey, what’s up with him?”

Fluttershy turned back to her lover and smiled. “Oh, those plants put him in a sort of sleep. He’s been chosen to father the next generation of ponies that will care for the plants.” She ran a hoof along her belly. “I think he’s finally put a beautiful foal in my belly.”

Scootaloo felt her marehood winking, eager to experience more of what her broadened horizons had to offer. “Do you think I can fuck him?”

Fluttershy giggled. “Well, he’s here for all of us to share but he may be a little bit too big for you. After all, you’re young! You could enjoy all the different plants down here, and give birth to so many seeds. If you get pregnant, then the plants won’t be able to give you that gift for another eleven months.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that.” Scootaloo frowned, imagining eleven months without this wonderful feeling of a seed growing inside her. “I guess I can wait to get pregnant with a foal, though when I’m big enough to take him, I’d still like to try Big Mac.”

The stallion squirmed in the air, suspended off the ground. There was a moan as the vine in his ass milked his prostate.

“Oh dear, looks like the plant is ready again.” Fluttershy got up and stepped back from the plant.

“What’s he doing?”

Fluttershy pointed to his twitching cock. “He’s about to orgasm.”

“Why’s it doing that if there’s nopony for him to get pregnant?” Scootaloo asked.

“The plant has made him incredibly fertile and horny. If he’s not milked hourly, his balls would literally burst. On the bright side, it’s an excellent source of nutrients and quite tasty.” Fluttershy licked her lips then blushed. “Not that I uh. . . would know that.”

Scootaloo’s stomach rumbled and she realized how hungry she was, having no idea when she last ate. “It really tastes good?”

“Um. . . yes.” Fluttershy giggled, getting past her shyness a bit. “Why don’t you try some?”

She grinned, glancing back at Sweetie who was still asleep. “Sure, looks like I’ll get him all to myself.” Her stomach rumbled again as she trotted over to Big Mac.

“Just place his head in your mouth, Scootaloo. The plants doing most of the work for you,” Fluttershy explained.

Scootaloo nodded and stepped underneath him. The vines lifted his body a bit, lining his massive erection up with her lips. She licked at the cum leaking from his urethra, tasting something akin to a sugary tea. “Wow, I always heard it tasted salty.”

“I asked my plant friends to make a few modifications.” She glanced down and pawed the floor. “I may have also asked for it to make him a little bigger too. I couldn’t resist. . .”

She chuckled and licked her lips, then licked the head of Big Mac’s dick. Scootaloo stretched her jaw open and took his head in her mouth. Her teeth settled down just behind the glans, trapping the head in her mouth.

Scootaloo felt it twitching and pulling against her lips. He rocked slightly as the vine started to milk his prostate in full force. A steady stream of cum started to leak out onto Scootaloo’s tongue.

Eager to drink up the sweet nectar, Scootaloo suckled and found herself pushing the head of his dick a little further into her mouth. Just as she was starting to really enjoy it, Big Mac’s orgasm began.

The head of his dick flared, stretching Scootaloo’s jaw and trapping the dick near the back of her mouth. A large load of sperm hit her throat hard, splashing down her throat and up into her nose. It caught her off-guard and she coughed, spraying some of the seed out of her nose.

Scootaloo felt another torrent of hot cum hit the back of her throat and swallowed. Big Mac was just getting started, with another load following even faster. Scootaloo started swallowing as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep up with the stream of cum being shot down her throat.

Her stomach gurgled as it took on too much air and sperm. Scootaloo continued to feel it running out her nose as it got backed up in her throat, and her lungs ached from the blobs of cum heading down the wrong pipe.

After swallowing down what felt like a five-course meal, Scootaloo felt the cock stop twitching. The flared head of his dick started to shrink, finally allowing her to free herself. Scootaloo bent over, coughing the cum out of her lungs.

It took her a minute of gagging to fully recover, feeling the last bits of his sperm leave her nose and throat. Scootaloo stood up and burped, smelling the honey-like sperm as her stomach forced all the air out. She rubbed her belly with a hoof, amazed at how wonderful that had truly been.

Fluttershy was chuckling softly. When Scootaloo glared at her, she explained. “Oh, my first time was no better. It was my idea, actually, to have him both father our kids and feed us. I may have gone a little overboard on the amount he produces, though.” She smiled and started to giggle again.

“Heh, no problem. I actually enjoyed it,” Scootaloo said. “Besides, I bet Sweetie will wake up just as hungry, and I’d love to see how well she can swallow his load!”

The two started laughing and after they had settled down, Scootaloo went over to Fluttershy’s side. “What’s up Scootaloo?”

“Nothing, now that I’m full I’m sleepy again. Mind if I sleep next to you?”

“Not at all! I’ll wake you up when Sweetie wakes up.”

“Thanks, Fluttershy.” Scootaloo yawned, burping halfway through, then laid her head down. “These plants are so awesome.”

Author's Note

I'm back! And just in time for the Season 4 premiere, which will make this whole story canon. :scootangel:

Expect updates more often than never.

9. That's a Wrap, Vinyl!

Vinyl had run out of milk and needed to pick some more up from the market. It was far too early in the morning for her to suffer an insult as grave as being out of milk. Putting on her sunglasses, she trotted outside.

Plants were growing out of every crack and crevice in the neighbor’s house. Vinyl noticed that her own yard had started to fill up with wild flowers. It was ridiculous how everypony was having some sort of crazy obsession with gardening lately.

Vinyl steered clear of all the plants, wanting to get to the supermarket and back quickly. Contrary to popular belief, she had nothing against sunlight or mornings. What really irked her lately was the sharp drop in ponies visiting her shows at the club. They seemed more interested in their damn flower gardens then her kick-ass bass.

In the middle of the town square was the largest tree, looking hundreds of years old. Vinyl knew that Twilight must have planted it there, transferring it from some distant city in an attempt to make the town look more fancy.

The tree itself was similar to a weeping willow, only with much larger leaves. Each leaf was just over ten feet long, hanging down from the top of the tree to the ground. They were scattered all over town square, swaying in the wind. Each leaf also had an odd stem growing out of it.

Vinyl had passed this way before, except the tree seemed twice as big. She could no longer walk around the tree, so she started to weave between the leaves to get across as quickly as possible.

The tree felt the vibrations in the ground from the pony trotting across the soil. One by one, the swaying leaves turned to face Vinyl. They began to bump into each other, and the small stems sticking from the leaves grabbed onto the leaf next to them, forming a wall.

The leaves began to form walls, directing Vinyl closer towards the trunk of the plant. She stopped and looked around in confusion, realizing she had lost her bearings. Vinyl turned around to find the edge and start over, then noticed she had been surrounded. There was a solid circle of green leaves around her, hanging motionless.

“What the hell?” Vinyl said. She took a step towards the wall of leaves, causing them to move forward closer to her. Backing up, she heard rustling as the leaves surrounded her closer, sensing each hoofstep.

Vinyl glanced around and chuckled, deciding to just push her way through the leaves. She stepped forward and kicked one of the leaves out of the way. Then she felt something grab her back left leg. Yelping in pain, the vine twisted her leg causing her to tumble against the leaf.

She bucked her leg, but was unable to get free. Then she fired up her horn, blasting magic at it. Her spell dissipated harmlessly as if she hadn’t even cast the spell.

Her sunglasses fell to the ground as she pulled at the vine with her forehooves. Vinyl was sitting on the curled up tip of the leaf, her struggles triggering the leaf to begin its task.

The leaf curled upward, wrapping around Vinyl. She began to roll upwards, becoming disoriented as the leaf continued curling. Vinyl’s forelegs had been pinned to her side, and she struggled to get them free. Already her wrapping was too tight to wiggle her forelegs out.

Vinyl felt a wave of nausea from the spinning until the plant gave her a small mercy. It had rolled her all the way up to the top of the leaf and stopped. She could still move her back hooves a little, as they poked just out of the end of the leaf. Vinyl could also see some light above her. She recalled rolling on the floor in blankets as a child, and that was how she felt now.

Her magic continued to prove unwieldy and had no effect. Then, she saw the edge of the leaf start to curl up. It slowly rolled inward above her head until her vision was filled with green. Vinyl recalled she should probably be screaming for help, and let out her loudest shout for help.

With the leaf encapsulating her, the sound didn’t carry far. Something brushed against her hooves, and she kicked it. The vine had unwrapped from her leg, but the leaf had curled over her hooves too. Vinyl had been completely enclosed by the plant, and began to squirm for freedom again.

The leaf started rotating again, curling down more tightly on her. She felt her lungs get compressed and her forelegs caused them to ache even more. The leaf almost felt sticky as all the air was forced out of the leaf.

Realizing her predicament, Vinyl tried to inhale and hold her breath. She felt something wiggling between her hind legs, shouting in surprise. No sooner had she done this, the leaf tightened up and she couldn’t get another breath of air.

A long, smooth vine snaked its way towards her marehood. The pointed tip prodded her marehood, causing her to wiggle. It sprayed a bit of lubricating fluid on her. This caused the muscles to relax as the aphrodisiac kicked in. It would ensure maximum fertility for the seed it was about to lay.

Vinyl felt her groin burning with desire, almost as if she was in heat. The slender vine was pushing inside and she offered no resistance, suddenly hoping it’d scratch her itch. She forgot about breathing as she started clamping down on the vine inside her.

The plant felt her tightening up, knowing it was too soon for her to be having an orgasm. It interpreted it as resistance, and sprayed even more aphrodisiac inside of her. It was well above the dose the plant needed to subdue a pony.

The aching in Vinyl’s loins got worse as more fluid spilled out her pussy. She tensed up even more, attempting to milk the vine, not realizing that the vine had only begun to serve its purpose. Were she with a stallion, she’d be driving them crazy. Instead the confused plant continued cocooning her tighter as the vine slid in.

Vinyl gasped, realizing she could breathe again. The plant had adapted tiny slits in the leaf it could open around the ponies nose. Dozens of the thin cuts in the leaf would form in response to carbon dioxide, and allow the pony inside just enough air circulation to survive.

The vine pushed forward again, spraying more aphrodisiac inside the mare. It hadn’t met a mare yet that was so muscular, and the increasing arousal of Vinyl wasn’t making its job any easier.

Part of Vinyl started to panic again, realizing this must be why ponies in town seemed so distant, of vanished altogether. However, with the overdose of aphrodisiacs in her system rational thoughts like that became a distant memory.

She relaxed her marehood, taking a deep breath. Vinyl bucked her hips against the vine and began rhythmically tightening her muscles again. The vine pushed forward, suddenly finding its access aided by her well-toned vagina.

Upon reaching Vinyl’s cervix, the pointed tip of the vine pushed against it. A second liquid, thick as honey, began to ooze out. It began to dilate her cervix one millimeter at a time.

Vinyl felt an unfamiliar pressure inside her, causing her entire spine to tingle at once. Something was expanding inside her, and she felt a thick sludge filling her pussy. She continued her well-practiced technique of squeezing down on the vine and releasing, acting as if the invading plant was a stallion to impress and not a hostile species.

The cervix gave way until the vine found it wide enough to proceed. A small bulge traveled down the branch and into the leaf. The seed that would give birth to a new plant was pushed through the spine of the leaf.

Vinyl felt something circling her abdomen, making its way to the base of the leaf. It drove her crazy from the slight pressure being pushed against her. It felt like a hoof, massaging around her body.

The seed neared the end of its journey, entering the vine to be implanted in the waiting mare. It came to a halt at her dripping labia. Vinyl was still attempting to reach climax on the vine, and was making it difficult to enter.

The vine began to explore the cavity within the pony, searching out her pleasure centers to bring her to orgasm and make her pass out. As it began to rub itself along her clitoris, the seed shoved itself forward.

Vinyl felt her insides being tickled, and friction against her slippery pleasure button. When the seed started to force its way in, it stretched her taut tunnel. Yelling loudly, she came, and began wriggling in every direction despite the strict cocoon.

The vine hung on until the pony was done, and the seed began to slide forward again. The pony had seemed to pass out, yet was still squirming as it felt the seed filling her up. Finally the seed reached the tip of the vine, causing it to split open.

As the vine burst open, the broken cells released a final fluid. Vinyl’s cervix closed up, and the dying vine began to pull out. Along with the seed, most of the nutrient-sludge was getting closed inside the cervix too.

A few seconds later, the vine had pulled out of her marehood and shriveled up, having spent all it’s energy and liquid on the impregnation. In response, the leaf curled in upon itself a little more, no longer requiring any room to work.

Vinyl felt her legs pulled into the fetal position as she drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and secure. The high level of aphrodisiac still flowed through her veins, causing her to dream of Soarin, Big Mac, Braeburn, and Flash Sentry going to town on her all at once.

Twilight levitated up a pair of purple sunglasses. Above her in the canopy were green cocoons with nearly a dozen ponies in them. This tree had proven one of the most effective at capturing and impregnating ponies.

There were also several dead leaves laying on the ground. After impregnating a pony, they would fall off. The pregnant ponies would wake up on the ground, and make their way to join Twilight and the others.

Ponies who did not become pregnant, or stallions, would be digested and absorbed by the plant. The dying leaf instead turned acidic and made sure the pony within still served Gaia.

So far seventy-five percent of ponies caught had born children, and four had been digested. Twilight reached out with her magic, sensing Gaia and by extension Vinyl Scratch inside the leaf. The DJ had an unusual level of Aphrodisiac in her system, and Twilight couldn’t wait to see what new mutations this might cause.

Luna landed just outside Ponyville and called out to the nearest pony. “You there, mailmare.”

Derpy turned and saw Luna, dropping the flower she had been munching on. “Princess!” Derpy flew over in a crooked line and landed, bowing. “How can I help?”

“What’s your name?” Luna asked.

“I’m Derpy! I’m the best mailmare in town.”

Luna glanced around at the wildflowers growing all over town. “Since when has Ponyville been so green?”

“Oh, everypony has been planting lots of stuff lately. Is that why you came?”

“No, I’m here to see Twilight Sparkle,” Luna explained.

“I bet she’s at her library. She has the most delicious lilacs growing there. I think you ought to try some!”

“Tell me, shouldn’t there be some other ponies around?”

“Huh?” Derpy looked around, letting one eye wander. “Well, they’ve seemed to stay indoors more lately if that’s what you mean, but they’re still here or I’d have no mail to deliver!”

Luna sighed, growing tired of this simpleton. Not only was the town overgrown with shrubbery and trees, but a town this size should have had more than a single pony visible from the air. “Thank you, you can go now.”

“Yes ma’am!” Derpy saluted, missing her head by several inches, and flew off.

Along the way, Luna saw her giggle and dive through some flowers, tossing up a large cloud of pollen. “Rural ponies,” she scoffed.

Luna wanted to waste no time, heading straight for the library.

Author's Note

Thanks to Seven Fates for editing. I've been relying on charity lately for edits as all but one editor has quit.

11. Finale

Celestia walked into Ponyville, surrounded by a hundred of her most highly-trained guard. This advance unit would protect her while she gauged the situation, and another five hundred guard from the auxiliary and reserve would be here in a few hours.

Her golden armor caught the sunlight, nearly blinding the nearest guards. Celestia had not worn this since her war with Nightmare Moon. “Spread out, formation foxtrot, twenty-pony teams. Corporal, your men with me.”

“Yes ma’am!” Ponies began to split off and enter the town, searching for survivors.

All around thick vines and leaves larger than a pony grew over the buildings. Root systems snaked through the dirt and cobblestone roads. The town was so overgrown with plants that it made the Everfree look like a gently rolling plain.

Celestia saw one tree in particular, larger than the east wing of her castle. It was a weeping willow with leaves at least twenty feet long. Several of the leaves had curled up, forming fruits that dangled from the upper reaches of the tree. She watched as a dragon swooped down, plucking a large pink fruit the size of a pony, and flying off with it.

She turned to face the library and see if Twilight was alright. Celestia couldn’t make out her student’s home, due to a massive crater that had swallowed up a large chunk of the town. In the middle of it grew another tree, dwarfed by the weeping willow, but still rising a few stories above ground level.

In front of the library, Twilight was slowly walking towards Celestia with a wide smile on her face. “It’s so good to see you, Celestia!”

There was something wrong and Celestia knew it. “Twilight, what have you done?”

“Me? I haven’t done anything. I just uncovered the lies you buried millennia ago. I unburied Gaia.”

Celestia and her guard came to a halt twenty yards from Twilight. “Look at yourself! Look what you’ve done to the town, and what you’ve done to Luna. Where is she?”

Twilight smirked, advancing to within ten yards of Celestia. “She’s with Gaia now, and you will join her shortly.”

“You can’t beat me in a fight, and if you try I will not go easy on you,” she threatened. Her hooves dug into the ground slightly as magical energy accumulated in the air around her.

Laughter was the only response from Twilight. It was a deep, throaty laugh full of malice. “You and what army? The other platoons are already dead, and your pathetic guard here is about to join them.”

Celestia looked to her right and left. The royal guard was looking around for the threat, ready to die to defend Celestia. They didn’t notice the ground splitting and roots rising until it was nearly too late. “Look down!”

The guard followed her command, and all but eight of them managed to jump back. The other eight were snared by the legs. The vines twisted around their shins, shattering the bones and grinding the tissue to a bloody pulp. Their screams filled the air as they were dragged down towards the dirt.

Unicorns used their magic to try and free their comrades to no effect. The pegasi in the guard had taken to the safety of the air, swooping in and slashing at the vines with blades strapped to their forelegs. Earth ponies tried to use brute force to help their friends, but were so distracted trying to dodge the vines they could do little.

There was a crunching sound as eight ponies were wrapped up in roots, and forced underground. A crimson tide spilled across the dirt as the remnants of mangled armor were dragged under.

Celestia watched this all in shock, her excellent memory ensuring she would forever remember the look of betrayal on the eight guard as they died. There was nothing Celestia could have done for them.

“Haha! Look at how frail they are, Celestia. You were a coward to lead them to their deaths, when it was only you Gaia wanted!”

“Leave me. Now.” Celestia spoke with such authority that her twelve guard ponies obeyed without question. They backed away from the princess, unsure where to go. Celestia had surrounded herself in a golden aura, and the noon-day sun had brightened considerably.

“Oh, was that frustration I heard in your voice? Tell me, have I finally gotten you to express a real emotion?”

With the battleground cleared of bystanders, Celestia turned to face her pupil. “I know you can hear me Gaia. You shall not have another pony as long as I draw breath. We end this today.”

“Cliche words for a cliche Princess. You rule because you’re immortal, not because of any skill or right to rule. You’re powerless without pawns to manipulate from behind the scenes.”

“I’m sorry, Twilight.”

“Sorry for wha—”

Before Twilight could finish her reply, an itch in the back of her mind prompted her to raise a shield and protect herself. A beam of golden magic with enough power to slice clean through a building slammed into Twilight’s shield, throwing her backwards.

Celestia advanced towards the cloud of dust where Twilight had landed. As the dust settled, a purple blast laced with corrupt green energy slammed into her own shield. Gaia’s magic threatened to overwhelm her, but the ancient wards in her armor bolstered her defense. Once she had shrugged off the attack, she fired another beam at her opponent.

Twilight teleported, dodging the attack, before throwing dozens of vines that had grown on a nearby building at Celestia. She smiled as they surrounded her bubble of defensive magic and began to grind against it. The vines curled up, crushing her with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Celestia felt herself sweating from the exertion and closed her eyes. She would not go down so easy, and lit up her horn. Her focus was not the plants, but the sun. In mere seconds, she had moved it closer to the planet, causing the temperature to jump thirty degrees. Ponyville had become hotter than the deserts of Saddle Arabia.

More importantly, Celestia was actively siphoning as much energy as she could from the sun, forming a connection with it. Twilight felt her hair sizzling from the heat as she watched in awe of her mentor’s power.

Look out, Twilight! Gaia’s warning reached her just in time, and she leapt backwards. A massive solar flare slammed into the ground, vaporizing the vines and igniting all the nearby houses on fire.

Celestia looked worse for wear, but now had golden flames burning in her eyes and on her horn. Her mane flowed in a dozen hues of orange like a wildfire.

Twilight felt her heart sink as Celestia faced her and smirked. This was going to be a harder battle than she thought.

Applejack bucked behind her, hearing a loud snapping sound as the guard pony’s spine was shattered. She then whipped a fine forward, lassoing a pegasus in mid-air and slamming him into the ground hard enough to break his wings.

She felt a weight on her back as an Earth pony landed on her, using his hoof to slam the side of her head, knocking her out.

Pinkie saw Applejack go down and ran to her aid, leaping onto the attacker. She stuck to him, oozing over his side and immobilizing him. However, she would have to completely surround him and suffocate him before she could let him go and check on her friends.

Dash swooped down from the air, picking up a unicorn guard pony. She flew upwards in a steep arc, releasing her hold on him once she was fifty meters in the air. Dash heard him scream as he fell to his death, and was already half-way to another unicorn when a pain split through her side. A unicorn on the ground had hurled a rock at her, knocking her to the ground. She spit out some blood as she got to her hooves and faced him.

Before Dash could charge him, an apple hit him in the face. Rarity had thrown it, and this special apple began to cover his nose and eyes. He scraped at it helplessly as he was encased.

“Hey, he was mine!” Dash complained.

“There’s no time to keep score, but if there were, I’m up by five,” Rarity said.

Twilight hit the ground hard, tumbling until she hit one of Gaia’s roots and stopped. She immediately put her shield up as Celestia fired a beam of energy at it, then retaliated with her own deadly spell.

“Cease this madness, Twilight. Let me free you from her curse.” Celestia landed and looked at her pupil, who had begun to cry.

“C-Celestia, I’m s-sorry.” She continued to weep, curling up and whimpering like a baby.

“It’s okay, Twilight.” Celestia took a few steps towards her, preparing a spell to cleanse her. “Just hold sti—”

There was a loud whipping sound as a root three feet across slammed into Celestia’s side. Twilight stood up, dropping her charade of being a mournful student.

Against the wall of the pit was an indent where Celestia had hit. The loose soil from around Gaia slid down towards the epicenter of the crater. It was here that Twilight and Gaia were most powerful.

Celestia felt a tooth fall out from the force of the impact, spitting blood into the soil. When she stood up and opened her eyes, the intense golden flames that burned in them had tripled in size. Though she would mourn the loss of her student and Luna, she would not allow Gaia to rise again.

Twilight felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. All around her rocks and loose soil began to levitate, as if magnetize. The air carried a current in it, and small arcs of static electricity leapt through Twilight’s mane.

She could sense Gaia’s fear. For the first time, Twilight had felt something other than confidence from her new master. The air temperature was rising, and Celestia’s armor was glowing red-hot.

Words in an ancient tongue filled the air as Celestia chanted, and Twilight was out of ideas. She threw all the magic she could at Celestia to stop this unknown spell. Purple energy bathed Celestia and scorched the walls of the pit behind her.

As the dust cleared, Celestia was still channeling her spell. She was now hovering thirty feet in the air, waves of heat rolling off her and scorching the nearby plantlife.

Twilight looked up towards the sun, shielding her eyes. Even with her magic blocking the light, it was too bright to look at for more than a fraction of a second. The sun seemed to fill the sky as far as the eye could see. It was like being thrown into an oven and cooked alive.

Gaia withdrew, curling her leaves up around herself. The many vines and roots that traveled outward from her center pulled themselves out of the soil, and wrapped themselves around the heart of the plant. She was cocooning herself, attempting to shield herself.

Luna slid out of her pod next to Gaia. Even that was being withdrawn to protect her from Celestia’s wrath.

Twilight stared at Celestia in horror. She was no longer being told what to do and fed arcane power by Gaia. For the first time since this had began, she realized what a horrible thing she had done.

Even as she trembled in fear, she knew what Celestia was about to do. This was the moment she would utterly vaporize Gaia to protect her nation. Twilight looked at Luna, who was laying too close to Gaia to survive the blast. She wasn’t even sure she would survive the blast, being halfway between Gaia and Celestia.

Twilight’s senses exploded in pain as the spell finished being cast. She had so little time to prepare, and leapt straight for Luna. She mustered all she could into the strongest shield she had learned.

A column of flaming plasma, channeled straight from the sun, slammed into Gaia. There was a wailing screech that could be heard for miles as Gaia was consumed by flames. Everything within fifty feet of the plant was turned to glass and ash by the intense heat.

The flame continued for a full minute, until finally Celestia had no power left to continue. She fell to the soil, and slumped over in pain. Celestia had no energy left to give.

Where Gaia had once stood, was nothing but glass.

Author's Note

A couple notes:

1.) Thanks for reading, this was my highest viewed story for nearly a year. If you want more vore, see my story "Vore is Magic." It highlights every type of vore, every type of predator, and prey. Upcoming chapters will feature types of plant vore I couldn't fit in here.

2.) I decided to self-edit this instead of using editors. The reason is that writing is fun, whether or not I use an editor. However, nine times out of ten, editors create stress as their job is to point out everything you did wrong. That's not fun... and seeing as I'm very busy with mid-terms, I chose to release this chapter and trust my self-editing abilities so you could enjoy the finale! Hopefully it is worth it.

3.) This is the end I had in mind from the start. Just wanted that in before someone says how horrible the epilogue is.

12. Epilogue

“Down here! I’ve found her!” Shining Armor and the reserves rushed down into the crater. Celestia was laying in a pool of dried blood. The sun still hung low in the sky, creating temperatures on the verge of what was survivable.

“Celestia! Wake up!” Shining tapped her side, and cast one of the spells Celestia had taught him. It was a specialized spell to help counter-act severe magical depletion.

Her eyes opened, the slow stream of arcane energies bringing her back to consciousness. She was still weak, but she saw Shining standing above her. “Twilight…”

Shining looked around. The crater was empty, save for a patch of glass. “No… you’re the only one here.”

She got to her hooves, barely able to stand, and looked around.

“Please, Princess, take it easy.”

Celestia stumbled towards the center where Gaia had once been. Her hooves began to clop on the glass as she walked across it. There was no sign left of the plant, Luna, or Twilight.

She hung her head in shame, tears flowing down her muzzle. Her reflection in the glass showed her exactly how pathetic she looked, like a common pony. For the first time she could remember she gave up her regal facade and wore her emotions on her sleeve.

There was a glint in the glass, something that barely caught her eye. Celestia looked down at it, then leaned in closer. There beneath the glass was a faintly glimmering purple sphere.

“Shining! Over here!” Her voice cracked as she said it, parched. Celestia looked up at the sun and tried to move it, but was still too weak. It would have to wait.

“What is it?” He galloped across the glass and skid to a halt. Beneath him, he saw a cutie mark he would know anywhere: that of his sister.

Three days later. . .

Celestia sat in her throne when a loud knocking echoed through the chamber. Several guards ponies led a small procession into the room.

Twilight was at the head of the group being led to the throne. Behind her stood Applejack, Dash, Rarity, Pinkie, and Fluttershy. Each of the five had scars and injuries from their fight with the guard. Once Gaia had fallen, so to did they. Twilight was injured the worst, losing her mane and tail until it could grow back. Her horn had split, and would take a few months to grow back. Her skin had also been badly burned, and it had taken many doctors to cure them.

At the back of the group, helping the guards lead the ponies to the throne, was Luna. Through some method they didn’t yet understand, Gaia had drained her magic. Celestia believed that in time her magic would return, but that could be a matter of days, months, or years for an immortal alicorn.

“Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia looked down at her student. Her watery eyes caught the light as she was on the verge of tears. “You know why you are here?”

She nodded her head. Before Celestia could say anymore, Dash and Applejack walked up beside her, followed by the others. “Any punishment you give her, you give all of us,” Dash said.

“Your loyalty is admirable, but you will remain silent.” She waited until Dash’s eyes fell to the ground to continue. “Twilight, what happened to you was tragic. To fall under the influence of one as evil as Gaia, and survive, was no small task. I can not punish you for what you did under her control, yet to my nation and the world who has heard of what you have done, I must have an answer.

“You will move into the castle, taking your place as my student and no longer as a princess. Your friends may return and rebuild their lives in Ponyville, or stay here in Canterlot. You, Twilight, will remain here until I’m sure you are free of Gaia’s taint.”

Twilight nodded, wiping her tears away. “Yes, Celestia.”

“Know this, Twilight. Your decision at the last moment to save Luna means more to me than you will ever know. It is for that reason you will keep your wings, and perhaps one day, your place as a ruler. Thank you.”

“Your welcome, your highness.” She bowed and then stood back up.

“Guards, escort them to their quarters until lunch.”

“Yes ma’am.” The guard began to herd the ponies out of the throne room.

The next day…

Dash flew around the ruins of Ponyville, looking for survivors that may need help rebuilding their homes. Some of the pegasi, such as Dash, had gotten off easy. The cloud houses were still intact. Most of the ponies on the ground had taken refuge at Sweet Apple Acres while Ponyville was rebuilt.

Dash flew down towards a small patch of forest that seemed undamaged. It was near the Everfree, far enough from the epicenter to be unharmed. Still, the leaves were green and the Everfree was dark-green. To an observant eye, it was obvious these trees didn’t belong here.

Upon landing, she saw a familiar image that felt like it was out of a dream. A giant golden globe of amber held Lightning Dust, encased inside in permenant torment. She was on the verge of orgasm, tortured by the plant, and kept alive by it. The scouts must have missed this small glade when sweeping Ponyville.

Dash should have gone and gotten help, but was too distracted by a slight twitching inside the amber. Dust had been in there at least two weeks, there was no telling if she could function in normal pony society. Plus, Dash was still a little upset about how she had acted. She decided to leave her there, as her own little secret.

That left her with one other problem. Next to the imprisoned pegasus was Soarin. He was asleep, vines withering from his limbs. The amber had crushed them during the earthquake, effectively freeing Soarin. Howeve, the vine sedating him on his face had not been injured.

Dash smiled, finding a rock and bashing the final vine until it released Soarin. She then lifted him onto her back, and flew towards her cloud house. Dash was going to make Soarin her own personal sex pet. After all, she had just saved his life from villainous plants.

Twilight was in her room of the Canterlot castle, reading a book on magical theory, when a knock came at the door. “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked Derpy, carrying a small brown package. “Hi Twilight! This was at the post office and hadn’t been delivered to you yet.”

“Thanks, but who would send me a package?” She got up and walked over to examine it more closely, using her hooves to set it on the ground.

“I don’t know, the sender just said ‘G’.”

“Thanks, you can go.”

Derpy closed the door behind her, continuing on her rounds to deliver mail from the ruins of Ponyville to the refugees.

Twilight looked at the package curious what might be inside. She carried it to her closet where she had some scissors to open it with. The scissor cut through the twine and brown wrapping, then the cardboard.

She lifted the contents out, finding a small potted plant. There was a small vine coiled up inside of it, about a foot long. Twilight blushed, looking around nervously. She finally realized who must have sent it, and walked into the closet.

Twilight set the plant down and closed the door. She leaned back in the corner, prodding the vine with a hoof. It finally came to life, curling around her foreleg. She guided it to her pussy, which was already dripping with arousal.

The vine slid into her marehood, filling her up with a familiar rush of endorphins. It began to thrust in and out, bringing her pleasure for the first time in over a week.

She decided right then that this would be her little secret.

Author's Note

A couple notes:

3.) This is the end I had in mind from the start. Just wanted that in before someone says how horrible the epilogue is.

4.) The end? (If there is a sequel, it'll be after I wrap up "Vore is Magic". Writing two vore stories at once is overly-taxing.

1. I wasn't prepared for this.

I woke up early today and excited to finish a very special report for Princess Celestia. There had long been rumors of a plant in the Everfree that was immune to magic. It could not be levitated or directly affected by magic. Nopony had ever found one and brought a sample back for study.

Spike had prepared my saddlebags and some oatmeal before going back to bed. In no time at all I had reached the Everfree and began my journey into the forest. At first I had thought this would be as easy as observing a black hole with my telescopes. Surely a void of magic would be as detectable as the void of light around a black hole.

My initial scans of the Everfree had not revealed such a void, then I got my lucky break. Zecora had given me direction to an area she thought I might find what I was looking for. If I could bring her a sample from the plant it would prove useful for her studies as well, and in all her time in the Everfree it had eluded her as well.

I followed her directions towards the heart of the Everfree. There were several patches of thick growth, small cliffs, and caves in the area. It was the perfect place for plants, or predators, to hide. My senses were on high alert as I walked into a small gorge. If any creature was foolish enough to attack me, I would be ready.

Nopony had seen the plant before, though descriptions and folklore would lead one to believe it was some sort of pony-eating monstrosity. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going, and tripped over a root and tumbled deeper into the gorge.

After getting up and dusting myself off I looked around. There was a large flower in the clearing with an extensive root system. The roots ran from the bottom of the flower as far as I could see every direction in the clearing.

The flower was beautiful. I watched as the colors shifted between all the shades of the rainbow. It seemed to be configuring itself to please me, and I soon found it rich in deep shades of purple.

I fired up my horn to scan the plant, and realized I couldn’t detect it. I tried to levitate one of the vines off the ground, but couldn’t. I had finally found the rarest plant in Equestria!

The flower looked like it was emitting some spores and I got closer to look. I felt one of the roots twist around my leg, and tried to shake it off. Looking down, I noticed it was actually a long green vine and it had twisted around the leg twice.

After trying to pull it off with my magic, I remembered this plant was immune to magic. I stepped on the vine with my hoof, but it was too strong to push off.

The sweet scent of lavender filled my nose. My breathing quickened and I felt my face blush with warmth. I examined myself and noticed my pussy was beginning to get wet. It was a most curious reaction to the plant. Looking around I noticed the spores floating through the clearing and figured they must be the cause. It was some sort of aphrodisiac.

I went to take a step forward and couldn’t lift any of my feet. Glancing down revealed separate vines had attached themselves to each leg. They were gripping too tight to shake off, and no amount of kicking and attempts to levitating could get them off.

A strange calmness came over my mind, making it difficult to think. I felt my legs being pulled apart as I was lifted into the air. Despite all my instincts to struggle, I found myself entranced as I was pulled towards the plant. My attempts to escape consisted of tugging gently against my bonds.

Each limb was circled by a limb, and I could feel another around my throat steadying me. They continued to twist and wind around my entire body, spasming every so often against my skin.

In the center of the flower were several more vines, including one large vine a couple feet long. It stood rigid in the center of the flower and the vines moved me towards it. It brushed across my clit and I spasmed against the vines, causing me to tense up involuntarily.

My vision was getting hazy and I realized I was under the effects of the plant. I fired up my horn to teleport to safety, and nothing happened. My mind worked overtime trying to figure out how I had messed the spell up. All I could focus on was the feeling of pressure against my pussy.

I gasped as something large inched its way up into my pussy. Moans escaped my lips as I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The large phallic shaped vine in the center of the plant was slowly thrust in, as the vines impaled me on it.

When the vines started loosening, I moved my forehooves down to my pussy and rubbed the vine. Then in a brief moment of clarity, I tried to pull it out. The vine was swelling inside my pussy, and despite every effort to stand up I couldn’t get the vine out. It began pulsing and thrusting into my pussy, distracting me from my escape.

My mind filled with desire as I smelt more of the plant’s scent. I forgot about escape and instead pushed myself further down the shaft of the flower’s thick cock. My mind filled with images of a large red stallion thrusting himself so deep inside me I felt fit to burst. I wanted—no I needed this cock inside me. I pushed with all my might to fill myself with the plant.

I looked into the clearing and saw the petals of the flower curling up around me. Small vines reached out and began wrapping up my legs. I didn’t care that the sun was setting, or the clearing fading from view. I could smell the lavender all around me. The feeling of the vines wrapping me up in their embrace was erotic, and I wanted as much as I could get.

As the flower closed, I felt my forelegs pulled taut behind my back. With some popping, it maneuvered my joints until my forehooves were bound secure below my shoulders. I wiggled the hooves against my back and groaned at the twinge of pain. It felt so wonderful to be so helpless. I pondered how I could ever has perceived the plant as a threat.

My hind legs were pulled up flat against my chest and a vine wrapped around them, binding the legs against my stomach. Through the haze I imagined how I must look, forelegs behind my back and hind legs against my chest. My pussy throbbing, bouncing up and down on the thick vine below me.

Something forced itself through my lips and I brought my attention back to it. Another large vine made it’s way into my mouth. I finally realized I should scream for help, but the vine had already thrust into my mouth.

The tip of the vine squirted something into my throat, numbing it, and I felt the vine inflate in my mouth. I had to tilt my head back to allow it down my throat. It filled my mouth completely and yet I could still breathe around it. It thrust straight down my throat towards my stomach. It stretched and tightened itself against my throat. I could feel the air, likely laden with spores, puffing down into my throat. I now needed this vine to live.

The last of the sunlight vanished and I saw the petals of the flower had sealed up around me completely, creating a pod to block me off from the outside world. Each time my senses came back to me, I would struggle futilely for a few seconds, then succumb back to the burning desires in my groin.

My tail was brushed aside by a vine and something probed my tight ass. A small twinge of pain helped me wiggle and resist, but my plot was vulnerable to whatever the plant had in mind.

There was a sharp pain and I gasped as the vine thrust up into my ass. I could feel it wiggling around, sliding further and further into my ass. I moaned into the vine filling my mouth. I tried to swallow and tasted something like honey around the vine. It was secreting liquid and sealing itself into my mouth and throat even more securely.

As the vine in my mouth and throat swelled, I felt it glue itself into position. The vine in my ass felt similar. As it reached the limit of thrusting up my ass, it began to expand and fill me up. I felt like I needed to use the restroom, but it was just the vine lodging itself inside me. With the complete fullness in my pussy and ass, I found myself horny and wishing desperately for release.

My moans had turn to whimpering as I tried to get some release from the building arousal in my sex. As soon as the vines had sealed themselves into my mouth and anus, they began to move me up and down on the shaft of the vine in my pussy.

I could feel the vine in my pussy as the vines slid me up and down it’s thick shaft. The vine swelled in response to the stimulation, and I felt ready to burst. Thick juices leaked out of my pussy from the plant and the last bastions of my mind failed.

All I could think about, all I wanted, was the plant. I wanted to be fucked by it, used by it. I was part of the plant now, and with what strength I had I would buck my hips and thrust myself down onto the large vine in my pussy as hard as I could.

The petals had closed around me, I could feel them massaging my skin. They sealed around me tightly, trapping me inside the flower. It was like a vacuum was pulling the petals tight against my skin. The sensation electrified my pussy, pushing me closer towards an orgasm. My entire body felt the tight, smooth, almost rubbery embrace of the petals on my skin.

Each thrust down onto the vine stoked a fire in my abdomen. I let everything go as I breathed through the vine in my mouth. I could feel spasms in my pussy as the vine trembled. It continued to thrust slowly, filling me up and then taunting me as it slid me towards the tip of the vine.

As it pulled me off, my mind wandered to how badly I needed the vine in my pussy. As it filled me up, my life felt complete as it filled me. I found myself trapped in a constant state of arousal and longing. Each time it withdrew I feared it was for the last time. Each time it thrust in, I tightened my pussy desperately trying to keep it inside me.

My pussy tightened up again as the fire in my abdomen exploded, and I felt a waves of pleasure wash over me. I wanted, no needed, more stimulation. I tried to thrust down on the vine but could barely move. My entire body was spasming and I felt my mind wander off to a place of pure pleasure. Each slight tingle against my body was an explosion of pleasure.

A large bulge passed through the vine, and I felt warmth explode out of my pussy. Juices flowed out as I felt the vine plant something in my uterus. The pains and warm sensations filling me pushed me further into the orgasm, igniting a fire deep inside me.

I don’t know how long I stayed awake during that orgasm. I soon found myself drifting in and out of consciousness. For what felt like months I was teased and taunted by the plant, occasionally reaching the edge and climaxing.

Later, I figured out I had been inside the plant for two days. When I awoke, I did not yet know this.

I woke up in the clearing, my ass, pussy, and mouth sore. I tried to roll over and noticed a large, withered plant in front of me. Everything was a haze, and I could feel a warm, throbbing deep in my pussy. It was as if something was growing inside my abdomen, yet it did not scare me. It made me feel complete and safe, I knew the plant had given me an incredible gift. In my own uterus grew the plants last chance at survival.

It did not take me long to stumble back towards Ponyville. The beasts of the forest seemed to avoid me, much more than before. I could feel that they knew what I carried inside me. I did not make it far into town before Dash spotted me.

“Twilight!” The pegasus flew down and gasped at me. “You look like hell! What happened?”

My eyes looked her over. She did not seem to have showered or slept in a couple days. It was possible she had been worried about me, as she was often too loyal for her own good.

“Huh?” I looked at myself and noticed my unkempt mane. There were still some crusty juices along my plot and hind legs, but I hopped she hadn’t noticed that. “Oh, I got uh, attacked, but nothing bad! Just had to camp out a day or two.”

“You sure you’re okay? We were just about to come searching for you again, we were worried.”

“Yeah, Dash, I’m fine. I didn’t find the plant, just a couple timberwolves.”

Dash smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, well, if you need anything let me know.”

After Dash had flown off I made it back to my library. I explained to Spike I would be down in my lab and I was not to be disturbed, no matter how long my next experiment took.

I was down there for a few days working on my greenhouse. I installed natural lighting, misters, and a deep bed of soil for the baby in my womb. I would be the last chance this plant had to survive. I could still study it, while saving the rarest species Equestria had ever seen.

I went out in town to maintain an appearance of normalcy. A few ponies noticed the swelling of my abdomen, and I told them I had not been exercising at all. Applejack had been harder to convince. I told her that I had eaten an odd plant in the Everfree causing my stomach to swell. Eventually, every pony in town accepted that I had just gained a little weight, and realized it was best not to point that out to me. After all, one does not simply tell a mare they gained weight.

A week later the fullness in my abdomen peaked. There was something wiggling around in my abdomen. Occasionally, the seed inside me would tickle my pussy from the inside. I knew it was time, so I went downstairs and squatted down over a hole in the dirt of my greenhouse.

At first I thought I was out of my mind, that the fullness in my stomach must be a hallucination of my mind. Perhaps the plant had pleased me so fully that I was imagining things in a desperate attempt to climax again. The thought that some sort of sapient plant was growing in my uterus seemed preposterous.

Then I felt a small tentacle slither out of my pussy. That nearly caused me to have an orgasm, as I had been a virgin before my encounter with the plant, each small sensation brought me unfathomable pleasure.

I sat there for a minute as the seed positioned itself above my pussy. The vine showed it the way out, and my body prepared itself to deliver the seed.

My body contracted, forcing the seed out of my body. I could feel it as it expanded my pussy, and my muscles tightened up around it. The vine grasped for a hold in the dirt as the large seed passed through my pussy. I collapsed down over the hole in the ground.

The most amazing feeling of fullness was soon relieved. The sudden transition from bursting to empty caused me to slump down on the ground and spasm in orgasm. It was short lived, but it was worth every second of it.

After a few minutes I picked myself up and buried the seed in a thin layer of soil. I had saved the plant species from extinction, now I would just have to nurture and care for it.

If the species was to live, I would have to help this younger, healthier plant produce several offspring. . .

I invited Dash over for some tea. She was young, fit, and known for leaving Ponyville on short notice for weeks to audition, perform, or just cheer on, the wonderbolts. None of the ponies would wonder why she had vanished for a week, or even two if necessary.

I had some tea with Dash before we headed downstairs. I put a mild sedative in her tea just to be safe. Once downstairs, I locked the door behind her. There was little chance of her escaping, since she was not immune to magic like the plant.

“Okay, Twilight, what did you want to show me?” Dash asked. She yawned and shook her head to wake herself up.

“It’s simple, I grew a new species of plant and I wanted you to be the first pony to see it,” I explained.

“Yeah, whatever, sounds like egghead stuff. So, where is it? I’ll take a look then I’m taking that road trip to the Wonderbolts show in Manehatten.”

“It’s right over here, go ahead and take a look at that flower.”

Dash walked forward towards the flower. It began to mimic dash’s colors, much to her amazement. “Twi, how’s it doing that? It’s turning cyan and rainbow!”

The flower petals turned blue at their base, then ran through the spectrum of colors to the violet tips. They mimicked Dash completely, to the point that they managed to form a small cloud and tiny lightning bolt in the center of each petal.

As Dash walked in closer, I observed the plants behavior from a distance and documented it. The vines of the plant went for the legs first, and Dash barely noticed them wrapping around her legs. She was so entranced by the way the petals were turning into the exact same colors as her.

The vines worked their way halfway up each leg before tightening. Once they tightened, Dash took notice. First she glanced down and tugged at her legs, realizing from her hoof to her abdomen the vines had tightened like a vice.

“Twilight? What’s happening!” Dash yelled. She began to struggle against the vines futilely.

“It’s okay, Dash, the plant is just germinating.”

“German what? What’s that mean?” she replied. Fear was overtaking her, and she tried to buck the vines off.

“It means, it’s reproducing.”

“Wait, like sex? No! Don’t let it grab me, quick get me out!” Dash shouted. “This isn’t funny!”

“No.”

Dash looked over at me and flailed against the vines. She then began to scream and flap her wings. The vines held fast as she hovered a few feet off the ground, in complete panic.

I watched as a vine shot up into her mouth, gagging her. She began choking to breathe as this vine was not designed to allow her to breath. Another vine shot up at her wings, tightly binding them together in an incredibly painful position. It pulled them together towards the base, until they were stuck standing straight up. Dash began crying and stopped shouting, as the vines pulled her towards the plant.

The plant held her securely as she whimpered and begged me, pleading with her eyes for release. The vines were slowly dragging her towards the flower and I could see her struggling to breathe. The vine in her mouth slackened, allowing her a breath of fresh air.

I felt like I owed her some explanation. I walked towards the flower, and the many vines on the floor moved out of my way. The plant seemed to know I was it’s mother.

“Dash, don’t panic. The plant needs to use us as a host to reproduce. I gave birth to this plant, and it won’t hurt you. On the contrary, it will show you pleasure like you have never known,” I explained.

Dash kicked and flapped her wings, trying to resist. I saw a small cloud of spores released by the plant. I could smell some of them, and they didn’t seem as strong as the mature plant. As such, Dash was not overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac. She continued to struggle against the plant.

“It’s okay, darling, just seal up around her before you release more spore,” I cooed at my plant. I ran a hoof down one of the petals, and it turned lavender with a pink highlight in response. This plant was mine, and I was its.

I stepped back and watched as the petals slowly rolled up around Dash. It didn’t take them long to seal around Dash, trapping her in there until the plant decided it was time to let her go.

It was fascinating to watch the plant at work. The leaves were translucent and I could see Dash struggling inside. The vines continued to wrap around her, needing extra help to keep her still.

The large phallus of the plant penetrated Dash and I began to notice the last of her resistance fade. Soon, she was fucking the plant with all her might. I watched as the plant petals vacuum sealed themselves around her form, trapping her beyond all doubt.

The blossoms tight against her skin, I could see the vines and every inch of her skin, caressing her. I couldn’t imagine Dash was still resisting, and I stayed for a couple hours to watch the plant at work. Ever so slowly, it turned her desire for escape into a desire to be used by the plant.

It fucked her relentlessly, and after half an hour had planted it’s seed inside her. It continued to screw her until she had come several times. After a few hours, Dash passed out. Only then did the plant relent.

When I checked on them the next morning, I noticed Dash seemed to be waking up. As soon as Dash awoke from her stupor, the plant fucked her back into submission. It seemed to wait until Dash began moving. Each time Dash moved, the plant would fuck her until she fell back asleep.

This continued for three days. Every time Dash woke up, the plant fucked her back to sleep. On the fourth day, the petals uncurled and I watched Dash slide out onto the ground. Her abdomen was swollen and she was covered in the plant’s juices.

I waited patiently for Dash to wake up. She was like a different mare when she awoke. Her eyes were glazed over and she slowly crawled to her hooves. The seed growing inside her seemed to have softened her brash attitude.

“Twilight?” Dash looked up at me like a beaten puppy, so exhausted from her time in the plant.

I walked up to her and petted her messy mane. “Shhh, it’s okay, Dashie. The plant has planted it’s seed inside you. In a week, you’ll give birth to a new plant.”

Dash rubbed her belly, still under the effects of the plant’s spores. “Yes, it feels so good, so full inside me...”

“You can’t tell anypony, Dash, not yet. We need to save this species first.”

“Can I go back inside it? Please?” Dash looked up at me pleading.

“Of course! Once you deliver we will see if the plant recognizes you, and if it can use you to deliver a second offspring! Why, it’ll be an excellent chance to study it.”

Dash smiled and struggled to her hooves. “Mind if I take a nap upstairs? I feel so. . . tired.”

I smiled and helped support her as we walked upstairs. I laid her down in my bed and tucked the sheets in around her. Inside her womb, warm and secure, was the future of this plant. It was my job to keep Dash warm and secure until she delivered the baby.

In time, I would bring all of my friends over and let them experience the wonders of this plant. A part of me screamed to curl up inside the plant right now, but I could not. I had to ensure the plant’s survival first. Then, I could spend every week delivering a new seed.

Author's Note

Not sure if continue or not. What do you think?

Written while drunk, like a boss.
Knighty is probably face palming right now.

10. Luna's New Groove

Applejack ran down the street, shouting “yee-haw” as she shot out her lasso, tripping Braeburn. “Ah told ya not ta come to Ponyville. Ya belong to me now, cousin.”

“AJ, what’s goin’ on around here?”

She chuckled, commanding a nearby vine to hogtie her cousin. It formed a figure-eight through his hindlegs, then did the same to the forelegs. It pulled tight, digging into his skin, as another vine slid forward and prodded against his mouth.

“Ah’d open up if ah were you.”

He shook his head. Applejack sighed, using a nearby vine to penetrate his ass dry. He screamed in pain, allowing the other vine to enter his mouth and gag him. She then dragged him into an alleyway to finish tying him up.

She’d take him to Gaia, who would decide whether he was fit for breeding, or for dinner.

Pinkie rang the bell as she entered Colgate’s office. “Hiya, Colgate!”

“Pinkie? What are you doing here, this is no time for a check-up. I’m packing and moving to Canterlot.”

Colgate turned back to her luggage, and packed a few more dental tools in beside her other personal belongings.

“Oh, you’re not scared of a few little plants, are you?” Pinkie asked.

“A few little plants?” Colgate turned to face her, anger in her eyes. “I watched one drag my receptionist underground! I’m getting out of here, now!”

“Oh darn, I was hoping you’d stay for the big party. Can I get a hug before you go?”

She sighed. “Yeah, sure.”

Colgate walked over and hugged Pinkie. When she tried to let go, she found her forelegs and neck stuck to Pinkie, as if there had been super-glue coating their fur.

“Uh, Pinkie?”

“Yeah, Colgate?”

“Why are we stuck?”

“Oh, because I’m part plant, and it’s one of those plants that captures prey by sticking to them!”

Colgate laughed loudly. “N-no. . . Really, Pinkie. . . what’d you do?” She calmed down a bit and turned to the nearby mirror, seeing that Pinkie wasn’t smiling.

“I just told you, I’m part plant and I’m gonna absorb you and take you back to meet the other plants! It’ll be so much fun, at least the ones who give themselves willingly seem to have fun. The others are kinda mopey when they get tossed into the pony traps. . .”

“P-Pinkie?” Colgate gasped, trying to pull herself free even as she was knocked onto her back. Pinkie flopped on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

Slowly Pinkie’s sticky fur oozed around Colgate, and she felt herself being enveloped by Pinkie, as if the party pony didn’t have a single bone in her body.

“Gah! No!”

Pinkie giggled, and gave Colgate a big kiss. Their lips fused together, and Pinkie’s mouth slowly flowed over her head, dripping down the side.

Colgate’s thrashing only covered her in even more of Pinkie’s glue-like hair. Less than five minutes later, she’d been completely covered and curled up into a tight ball, in a spot akin to where Pinkie’s stomach would be if she were still a pony.

Pinkie trotted out the front door of the dentist office to deliver another mare to Gaia.

Rarity walked out of the Everfree towards Mr. Cake. He looked scared, and she put on her best smile to comfort him. “Oh, darling, what’s wrong?”

Mr. Cake saw her, and ran towards her. “One of the plants got my wife, and the babies!”

She chuckled. “The plants wouldn’t hurt foals. Besides, I just saw them in the Everfree. They’re safe in a cave hiding with the others.”

“What? Really?” He watched in amazement as Rarity calmly sauntered over some vines towards him.

Rarity brushed her tail along his side, pulling all the stops to seduce the married stallion. “Of course, darling. Why don’t you follow me out to see them?”

“Uh, okay.” Mr. Cake cantered over to Rarity and followed her into the Everfree.

They came upon a large tree, six feet across with a burrow dug underneath it. “They’re in there, Mr. Cake.”

“Thanks, Rarity, you’re a life-saver.”

He stooped down and looked inside, then started to crawl in.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that yet. . .” Rarity chuckled as she heard him scream. The roots collapsed inward, trapping him, as he was pulled up into the trunk of the plant. “The tree decides if you’re worth keeping or if you become mulch.”

She sat down and levitated out a comb to fix her mane. Seconds later, she heard a guttural scream and the crunching of bones. Blood began to drip out from beneath the bark, as Mr. Cake was turned to a pulp and released into the soil below.

“Darn, at this rate I’ll never get laid.” Rarity giggled and headed back towards town to find a more worthy stallion.

Fluttershy knocked on the door of Time Turner’s house. He had boarded up the windows and managed to keep the invasive plants from breaking in for days. Turner was one of the only ponies who had seen this catastrophe coming, but nopony had believed him. Now, he was one of the last holdouts.

She knew her pheromones wouldn’t get in easily, so she had opted to try the direct approach. Fluttershy screamed, and ran up to the door and began pounding on it. Several vines began to slither across the yard towards her. “Help! Somepony help! The plants are after me!”

A few seconds later she heard something large thud on the floor, and hoof steps walk up to her. “Who’s out there?! I’m armed!”

“Mr. Turner?! It’s me, F-Fluttershy!” She pounded on the door again. “P-please! I’m so s-scared!”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes, commanding one of the vines to grab her leg and drag her away. “Gah! It’s g-got me!” She screamed again, even louder than before, as she slid through the dirt.

The sound of several deadbolts unlocking reached her ears and she had to hide a smile. A moment later, Time Turner burst out with nothing but a bowtie and a firepony’s axe. He swung it down hard at the vine grabbing Fluttershy, severing it cleanly in two.

Fluttershy winced in pain, her empathic link to the plants transferring some of the pain to her. Moments later, she had been dragged inside the house and laid down on Turner’s couch.

“Are you okay, Fluttershy?” he asked.

She nodded meekly as her pheromones began to fill the air. Turner’s nose twitched as he began to sense them, his mind slowly turning to putty in her hooves. “Yes, thank you.”

“I. . . Anything for a pretty mare.” His pupils had dilated and he leaned forward, hugging Fluttershy and taking a deep whiff of her hair. “My, how have I never noticed that lovely shampoo you use?”

Giggling, she pulled his face down and kissed him, letting her tongue probe his mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, she pushed him back. “Oh, you’re such a lovely stallion.”

Turner nodded, staring blankly at Fluttershy like a lost puppy. She went over to the door and unlocked it, then opened it to let the vines in. He didn’t say a word as they slithered over and began to wrap around his legs.

Fluttershy walked over as they tossed him against the wall, pinning his muzzle open as he screamed in pain. “You shouldn’t have hurt my plants, but I may forgive you.”

Turner began to struggle, as the adrenaline from the painful blow cleared his mind of the haze for a moment. He was powerless to break free as Fluttershy flicked her tail to the side, revealing her dripping marehood to him.

“Lick. Eat me out like your life depends on it, because it does.” As if to prove her point, one of the vines around his hind legs tightened up like a tourniquet, digging painfully into his leg and making Turner wish that the vine would just break his leg and be done with it. He could feel the numbness below the vine, fearing he might lose it.

Turner looked up just as Fluttershy backed up, slamming her pussy against his face. The vines had pinned his jaw wide open, and he had only two choices: suffocate and die, or begin licking.

He wisely chose the latter and began to probe Fluttershy with his tongue. More of the pheromone seeped into his brain and he slowly lost his worries and began to more passionately probe her inner folds.

He knew when his tongue had found her clitoris, because both Fluttershy and the vines tightened their grip on him. She squealed from the light touch, her body having been pumped full of aphrodisiacs by Gaia to ensure Fluttershy’s obedience.

Turner mumbled and turned his head, trying to get his tongue in deeper. Fluttershy’s juices were steadily flowing into his mouth, and he had no choice but to swallow them. The more he drank, the more he overdosed on her pheromones.

Fluttershy screamed as she orgasmed, losing control of the vines. They slid off of Turner, who rolled over and whimpered. His erect dick was hovering there, begging Fluttershy to fuck him.

It took her a moment to realize what had happened, however once she realized she had brainwashed Turner into the perfect fuck toy, she jumped right on him.

Dash walked into the clearing to check on her newest guests. Once she had captured Dust, it only made her more determined to capture the Wonderbolts. They had rejected her application to the team after she went to their academy, so it made sense that she pay them back in kind.

She looked in the middle of the clearing where Soarin had been captured. He had four vines swallowing his four legs, two swallowing his wings, and one on his throbbing member. They wouldn’t actually digest him, but instead had helplessly pinned him to the ground.

Dash had taken great joy in watching him get tormented and teased, never allowed to climax, just like Dust. The only difference, Dash stopped by to make use of Soarin once or twice a day, when she wasn’t too busy helping Twilight capture the rest of the town’s ponies.

“Good afternoon, Soarin.”

“Mmpph!” He rolled his head to the side, where a flower had sealed over his muzzle, gagging him.

“Don’t you enjoy our time together?” Dash ran a hoof up his member, which was sheathed by a green vine, causing it to twitch. “I certainly did.”

“MMMPH!” He struggled as much as he could, but the suction of the vines kept him splayed out, spread eagle, on the grass.

Dash tugged at the vine on his dick, slowly sliding it off. She then plucked a flower from the vine, holding it over the head of his dick. The stamen on the flower wiggled, sliding into his urethra and plugging it. The petals of the flowers then sealed down over it, ensuring that no matter how aroused he got he could not orgasm.

Smiling, she stood over him and sat down on his dick. The vine had lubricated it for Dash, so it only took her a few seconds to bottom out on his cock. Soarin started moaning loudly, no doubt still on the edge of the orgasm he had started to feel building nearly twenty-four hours ago.

His member was still rock-hard, and Dash began to bob up and down on it, enjoying her pet. She felt her own climax fast approaching and slammed herself down on his cock, causing her pussy to spasm. Dash leaned backwards, screaming in ecstasy. A few deep breaths later and she fell to the side, the conditioning of Gaia having rewritten her mind until sex was more addictive than any drug. It was the only ambition Dash had left.

After she recovered, she plucked the flower off the head of his dick, and slid the vine back over it. He started thrashing, upset that he’d been so close when Dash had stopped.

The ground started to rumble as an earthquake shook the small clearing. The amber statue of Dust was knocked over by the shaking, causing the vines to snap as it fell to the ground, severing her airflow.

Dash looked over at her, imagining that the solidly encased pegasus must be panicking right now as she couldn’t breathe. It took her a couple minutes to find another vine the right size, and there was no telling if Dust was alive or dead. If she was alive, at least she had airflow again.

Dash shrugged her shoulders and left her there in the clearing to go check on Twilight and the others.

Thirty Minutes Earlier. . .

Luna had her patience tested for the last time. Instead of knocking, she unleashed a beam of searing-white flames on the door to Twilight’s library, vaporizing it.

The oak tree that had once been the library was nearly three times larger than it used to be and covered in vines. Luna knew something was wrong, as the mail pony Derpy had been the only pony in a town of hundreds that she had spotted so far.

“Twilight?” she shouted in her Royal Canterlot Voice.

Luna trotted forward and looked around, seeing nopony in the spacious library. Next, she turned to the basement door, deciding to use the door handle this time. It swung open and she trotted down the stairs into the basement.

When she reached the bottom her mouth fell agape, both eyes wide open. It was like the old novel Canter to the Center of Equestria. There was a massive subterranean complex full of plant life, fog, and ponies. However, these ponies seemed almost zombie-like as they tended to the plants.

She spotted the pony she was looking for and trotted over to her. “Twilight? What’s going on?”

“Luna, we were expecting you.” Twilight grinned and started to chuckle. “Then again, subtlety was never your strong suit, was it?”

“Twilight?” Luna lowered her stance, sensing something was off. “What has gotten into you?”

“Not what, but who,” Twilight said. She spread her wings and flew into the air, opening her eyes. White light poured forth from them as her horn lit up. “A gift from Gaia. I’m an alicorn now, created in her image just like you and Celestia, except I shall not rise up against the mother of life, Gaia.”

Luna gasped and took a few steps back. “No, Twilight, you don’t know what you’ve done! She is a force of destruction and renewal, not life! Gaia created Discord!”

“No. Gaia created life, and life is entropy. You created Discord when you spurned him and ridiculed him. Gaia gave life to this planet and you foolishly destroyed it, replacing her order with your own, and imprisoning her in the Everfree. . .”

Luna continued to walk backwards, knowing this was a fight she could not win alone. Several roots began to tear themselves out of the ground, trailing dozens of tentacles behind them. They began to form a ring around Luna as more fell from the ceiling or burst forth from the walls.

“Twilight, this is your final warning! Cease this madness!”

“Madness?” Twilight chuckled. “This. Is. Ponyville!”

The ring of tentacles collapsed inward towards Luna, barely giving her time to shield herself with her magic. The tentacles tightened around the magical shield, and Luna saw that each one had millions of sharp barbs on it. Each barb dripped deadly neurotoxins, powerful enough to incapacitate an alicorn.

“No! The rule of the old gods is over!” Luna screamed, causing the chamber to rumble. She took another deep breath, focusing all of her energy into maintaining the shield.

Twilight watched in amazement. No magic should have worked against the plant, and yet somehow Luna had created a bubble around herself that the vines could not penetrate. The scientist in her was running through hundreds of possible explanations. If both she and Celestia had this power, her timetable would have to be changed or Gaia might fail her mission.

Do not worry, Twilight Sparkle, their power is not limitless like ours.

“Yes, Gaia,” Twilight said. She looked back at Luna who was sweating profusely, her magical reserves draining.

Luna continued to fight her way towards the library door, knowing she needed to get word to Celestia. While the power of the moon was enough to repel the plant, only Celestia’s sun could destroy it.

There was a painful scream from Luna as her shield failed: all of her alicorn magic was depleted. The vines slammed into her sides, piercing her skin in thousands of places with the toxic barbs.

She bucked her hind legs hard enough to tear several vines off of the roots they were attached to. The vines flailed around as they fell off her hind legs.

“They have amazing power. Did you truly create them?”

Yes, Twilight. I am the mother of all life.

“What she said about death and renewal was a lie?”

Death and renewal arepart of the circle of life. It is my duty to take the lives of those not fit to live.

Twilight gulped, some small part of her struggling to break the mental barrier in her brain and warn her that she was on the wrong side. Instead, she simply smirked and continued to watch Luna getting subdued.

The vines continued to wrap around Luna. With her magic gone, she had only her strength and healing abilities left. The toxins hadn’t yet taken hold, but with dozens of vines wrapping her up she couldn’t tear them all free.

The vines began to slow down, a layer of frost settling over them. Slowly they froze everywhere they touched Luna, turning to ice, and shattering harmlessly around her. As she emerged from the snowy wasteland she had created near the door, her horn glowed brightly.

“No, this isn’t possible!” Gaia spoke through Twilight, her eyes and horn still glowing in a display of the raw power being fed to her. “You exhausted your powers!”

“A thousand years of exile in the absolute zero of space was a good way to master drawing power from my link to the moon.” Luna’s entire body glowed as she cannibalized her link to the moon, drawing all of the power she could from it. The ground rumbled fiercely under the earthquake, and the roof of the cave started to collapse.

The root system of the many plants struggled to control the cave in, managing to keep it from destroying their brethren. Soon the entire underground greenhouse was exposed to the night sky. The full moon glowed fiercely, and the air temperature had fallen below freezing.

The ground continued to shake, until Luna collapsed, her power spent. She had shrunk in size, closer to that of a normal unicorn.

“Hah!” Gaia said. “That was your plan? To sacrifice your source of power to install a skylight?”

Luna struggled to her hooves as several vines wrapped around her legs and the toxins began to take affect. “No, I have severed my control of the moon. Those tremors were merely the side effect. My moon will crash into Equestria, wiping out you and all life, unless you surrender and sacrifice the Elements of Harmony to me.”

“You’re bluffing!” Twilight landed in front of her, still projecting the voice of Gaia. “You would not dare to sacrifice this planet to kill me.”

“You have always treated us like hosts, but you’re a parasite, Gaia. You will fail. If you defeat Celestia, the moon will wipe you out, and if you attempt to use your power to correct the moon’s orbit, you’ll be too weak to face Celestia.”

A vine wrapped tightly around Luna’s throat, choking her and ending her monologue. She made a coughing sound that was actually her weak laughter. She managed to spit some blood towards Twilight. “Checkmate.”

Twilight was filled with rage. Gaia had bestowed gifts and happiness upon every pony she had touched, and Luna would turn her back on all that for some petty grudge?

Luna watched as she was dragged towards a venus fly trap. This one was lined with razor-sharp barbs, and had hundreds more toxic barbs inside of it. She shrieked in horror as she was tossed inside it. The trap snapped shut, instantly impaling Luna on both sides.

She felt her consciousness fading as the leaf sealed shut and withdrew underground. It would seal her there in suffering for as long as Gaia ruled.

Celestia had gone straight to Shining Armor’s quarters, grateful for the small mercy of him and Cadance being in Canterlot and not the Crystal Empire. She had felt the moon’s orbit decay, and knew in less than a week it would hit Equestria.

There was only one reason she could think of that would prompt Luna to do such a thing, though Celestia was more scared of the reason than the descending moon.

Celestia used her magic and threw the reinforced doors to Shining’s chambers clear off the hinges and across the room. She saw the two in bed, shocked, having just felt the earthquake hit Canterlot.

“Shining Armor!”

“Princess?!” he replied.

“Auntie, what’s going on?” Cadance asked.

“Shining, assemble every pony that can wield a weapon. We ride for Ponyville in the morning.” She turned to address her niece before snapping her gaze back to Shining. “Wait, just to be clear, I said every pony, not just those in the military.”

“I, uh. . . Yes, ma’am!” Shining sprinted out of the room to assemble the guard.

“Celestia, what’s wrong?” Cadance repeated.

“Gaia is back.”

Author's Note

The end is nigh. While I'd love to continue forever, I'm running out of plant rape / plant vore. The hard vore is coming up in the final chapters, as ponies fight Gaia with sword and axe. After that, I'll most likely focus on Vore is Magic. If you liked this, you'll like that story, and it's easier to think of ideas when you're not just limited to plants and vines.

I must say I love this story and the universe it made, so if anyone wants to write an AU fic with tons and tons of plant sex, you have my blessing. I might even have to do a sequel to this myself, set in an alternate universe with a never-ending plant orgy. Praise be to Gaia.