Vinyl had run out of milk and needed to pick some more up from the market. It was far too early in the morning for her to suffer an insult as grave as being out of milk. Putting on her sunglasses, she trotted outside.

Plants were growing out of every crack and crevice in the neighbor’s house. Vinyl noticed that her own yard had started to fill up with wild flowers. It was ridiculous how everypony was having some sort of crazy obsession with gardening lately.

Vinyl steered clear of all the plants, wanting to get to the supermarket and back quickly. Contrary to popular belief, she had nothing against sunlight or mornings. What really irked her lately was the sharp drop in ponies visiting her shows at the club. They seemed more interested in their damn flower gardens then her kick-ass bass.

In the middle of the town square was the largest tree, looking hundreds of years old. Vinyl knew that Twilight must have planted it there, transferring it from some distant city in an attempt to make the town look more fancy.

The tree itself was similar to a weeping willow, only with much larger leaves. Each leaf was just over ten feet long, hanging down from the top of the tree to the ground. They were scattered all over town square, swaying in the wind. Each leaf also had an odd stem growing out of it.

Vinyl had passed this way before, except the tree seemed twice as big. She could no longer walk around the tree, so she started to weave between the leaves to get across as quickly as possible.

The tree felt the vibrations in the ground from the pony trotting across the soil. One by one, the swaying leaves turned to face Vinyl. They began to bump into each other, and the small stems sticking from the leaves grabbed onto the leaf next to them, forming a wall.

The leaves began to form walls, directing Vinyl closer towards the trunk of the plant. She stopped and looked around in confusion, realizing she had lost her bearings. Vinyl turned around to find the edge and start over, then noticed she had been surrounded. There was a solid circle of green leaves around her, hanging motionless.

“What the hell?” Vinyl said. She took a step towards the wall of leaves, causing them to move forward closer to her. Backing up, she heard rustling as the leaves surrounded her closer, sensing each hoofstep.

Vinyl glanced around and chuckled, deciding to just push her way through the leaves. She stepped forward and kicked one of the leaves out of the way. Then she felt something grab her back left leg. Yelping in pain, the vine twisted her leg causing her to tumble against the leaf.

She bucked her leg, but was unable to get free. Then she fired up her horn, blasting magic at it. Her spell dissipated harmlessly as if she hadn’t even cast the spell.

Her sunglasses fell to the ground as she pulled at the vine with her forehooves. Vinyl was sitting on the curled up tip of the leaf, her struggles triggering the leaf to begin its task.

The leaf curled upward, wrapping around Vinyl. She began to roll upwards, becoming disoriented as the leaf continued curling. Vinyl’s forelegs had been pinned to her side, and she struggled to get them free. Already her wrapping was too tight to wiggle her forelegs out.

Vinyl felt a wave of nausea from the spinning until the plant gave her a small mercy. It had rolled her all the way up to the top of the leaf and stopped. She could still move her back hooves a little, as they poked just out of the end of the leaf. Vinyl could also see some light above her. She recalled rolling on the floor in blankets as a child, and that was how she felt now.

Her magic continued to prove unwieldy and had no effect. Then, she saw the edge of the leaf start to curl up. It slowly rolled inward above her head until her vision was filled with green. Vinyl recalled she should probably be screaming for help, and let out her loudest shout for help.

With the leaf encapsulating her, the sound didn’t carry far. Something brushed against her hooves, and she kicked it. The vine had unwrapped from her leg, but the leaf had curled over her hooves too. Vinyl had been completely enclosed by the plant, and began to squirm for freedom again.

The leaf started rotating again, curling down more tightly on her. She felt her lungs get compressed and her forelegs caused them to ache even more. The leaf almost felt sticky as all the air was forced out of the leaf.

Realizing her predicament, Vinyl tried to inhale and hold her breath. She felt something wiggling between her hind legs, shouting in surprise. No sooner had she done this, the leaf tightened up and she couldn’t get another breath of air.

A long, smooth vine snaked its way towards her marehood. The pointed tip prodded her marehood, causing her to wiggle. It sprayed a bit of lubricating fluid on her. This caused the muscles to relax as the aphrodisiac kicked in. It would ensure maximum fertility for the seed it was about to lay.

Vinyl felt her groin burning with desire, almost as if she was in heat. The slender vine was pushing inside and she offered no resistance, suddenly hoping it’d scratch her itch. She forgot about breathing as she started clamping down on the vine inside her.

The plant felt her tightening up, knowing it was too soon for her to be having an orgasm. It interpreted it as resistance, and sprayed even more aphrodisiac inside of her. It was well above the dose the plant needed to subdue a pony.

The aching in Vinyl’s loins got worse as more fluid spilled out her pussy. She tensed up even more, attempting to milk the vine, not realizing that the vine had only begun to serve its purpose. Were she with a stallion, she’d be driving them crazy. Instead the confused plant continued cocooning her tighter as the vine slid in.

Vinyl gasped, realizing she could breathe again. The plant had adapted tiny slits in the leaf it could open around the ponies nose. Dozens of the thin cuts in the leaf would form in response to carbon dioxide, and allow the pony inside just enough air circulation to survive.

The vine pushed forward again, spraying more aphrodisiac inside the mare. It hadn’t met a mare yet that was so muscular, and the increasing arousal of Vinyl wasn’t making its job any easier.

Part of Vinyl started to panic again, realizing this must be why ponies in town seemed so distant, of vanished altogether. However, with the overdose of aphrodisiacs in her system rational thoughts like that became a distant memory.

She relaxed her marehood, taking a deep breath. Vinyl bucked her hips against the vine and began rhythmically tightening her muscles again. The vine pushed forward, suddenly finding its access aided by her well-toned vagina.

Upon reaching Vinyl’s cervix, the pointed tip of the vine pushed against it. A second liquid, thick as honey, began to ooze out. It began to dilate her cervix one millimeter at a time.

Vinyl felt an unfamiliar pressure inside her, causing her entire spine to tingle at once. Something was expanding inside her, and she felt a thick sludge filling her pussy. She continued her well-practiced technique of squeezing down on the vine and releasing, acting as if the invading plant was a stallion to impress and not a hostile species.

The cervix gave way until the vine found it wide enough to proceed. A small bulge traveled down the branch and into the leaf. The seed that would give birth to a new plant was pushed through the spine of the leaf.

Vinyl felt something circling her abdomen, making its way to the base of the leaf. It drove her crazy from the slight pressure being pushed against her. It felt like a hoof, massaging around her body.

The seed neared the end of its journey, entering the vine to be implanted in the waiting mare. It came to a halt at her dripping labia. Vinyl was still attempting to reach climax on the vine, and was making it difficult to enter.

The vine began to explore the cavity within the pony, searching out her pleasure centers to bring her to orgasm and make her pass out. As it began to rub itself along her clitoris, the seed shoved itself forward.

Vinyl felt her insides being tickled, and friction against her slippery pleasure button. When the seed started to force its way in, it stretched her taut tunnel. Yelling loudly, she came, and began wriggling in every direction despite the strict cocoon.

The vine hung on until the pony was done, and the seed began to slide forward again. The pony had seemed to pass out, yet was still squirming as it felt the seed filling her up. Finally the seed reached the tip of the vine, causing it to split open.

As the vine burst open, the broken cells released a final fluid. Vinyl’s cervix closed up, and the dying vine began to pull out. Along with the seed, most of the nutrient-sludge was getting closed inside the cervix too.

A few seconds later, the vine had pulled out of her marehood and shriveled up, having spent all it’s energy and liquid on the impregnation. In response, the leaf curled in upon itself a little more, no longer requiring any room to work.

Vinyl felt her legs pulled into the fetal position as she drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and secure. The high level of aphrodisiac still flowed through her veins, causing her to dream of Soarin, Big Mac, Braeburn, and Flash Sentry going to town on her all at once.

Twilight levitated up a pair of purple sunglasses. Above her in the canopy were green cocoons with nearly a dozen ponies in them. This tree had proven one of the most effective at capturing and impregnating ponies.

There were also several dead leaves laying on the ground. After impregnating a pony, they would fall off. The pregnant ponies would wake up on the ground, and make their way to join Twilight and the others.

Ponies who did not become pregnant, or stallions, would be digested and absorbed by the plant. The dying leaf instead turned acidic and made sure the pony within still served Gaia.

So far seventy-five percent of ponies caught had born children, and four had been digested. Twilight reached out with her magic, sensing Gaia and by extension Vinyl Scratch inside the leaf. The DJ had an unusual level of Aphrodisiac in her system, and Twilight couldn’t wait to see what new mutations this might cause.

Luna landed just outside Ponyville and called out to the nearest pony. “You there, mailmare.”

Derpy turned and saw Luna, dropping the flower she had been munching on. “Princess!” Derpy flew over in a crooked line and landed, bowing. “How can I help?”

“What’s your name?” Luna asked.

“I’m Derpy! I’m the best mailmare in town.”

Luna glanced around at the wildflowers growing all over town. “Since when has Ponyville been so green?”

“Oh, everypony has been planting lots of stuff lately. Is that why you came?”

“No, I’m here to see Twilight Sparkle,” Luna explained.

“I bet she’s at her library. She has the most delicious lilacs growing there. I think you ought to try some!”

“Tell me, shouldn’t there be some other ponies around?”

“Huh?” Derpy looked around, letting one eye wander. “Well, they’ve seemed to stay indoors more lately if that’s what you mean, but they’re still here or I’d have no mail to deliver!”

Luna sighed, growing tired of this simpleton. Not only was the town overgrown with shrubbery and trees, but a town this size should have had more than a single pony visible from the air. “Thank you, you can go now.”

“Yes ma’am!” Derpy saluted, missing her head by several inches, and flew off.

Along the way, Luna saw her giggle and dive through some flowers, tossing up a large cloud of pollen. “Rural ponies,” she scoffed.

Luna wanted to waste no time, heading straight for the library.

Author's Note

Thanks to Seven Fates for editing. I've been relying on charity lately for edits as all but one editor has quit.