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.