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!