“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.

Expect updates more often than never.