“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:

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.

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.