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.