Ponyville Overrunby Gypsy WritefagChaptersThe DJThe BakerThe FarmerThe DJShe opened her eyes to the sight of a spinning room. Although under the comfort of her blankets, Vinyl couldn't help but shiver as she adjusted to the world of the living. Around here was nothing but darkness. Despite the sun having risen many hours prior, the covers blocked all of their rays, shielding the poor DJ from the outside world. “Never again...” she muttered. Putting a hoof to her temple, she hoped to simply nudge away the throbbing headache, but it was no use. In fact, it seemed to only make things worse. Her skull felt just about ready to burst, and for just a few seconds she dearly wished it would. At least then she'd be rid of the horror that is life. “Leave me alone...” Vinyl grumbled as a hoof prodded her back. She didn't quite remember bringing anyone with her last night, but she didn't remember much at all either way. The prodding, however, didn't stop. Someone was very intent on grabbing her attention. “Come on, man...” she muttered. “I'm not in the mood... Just use my bathroom or something...” Despite her very clear protest, the prodding moved lower and lower. At first she ignored it, simply wanting to return to the world of colourful dreams, but once it reached the base of her tail, her eyes opened slowly. She waited for just a brief moment, intent on giving the stallion the benefit of the doubt. Just as she suspected, however, the stallion didn't care two bits about her opinion, and the prodding quickly reached the very most lower part of her body, slowly caressing her big, round cheeks. “Frisky, eh?” Vinyl said meekly from underneath her blanket. “Look, save it. This ain't no party night, aight?” Whether the stallion heard her words or not, he continued. A single hoof roamed across her ass, firmly grasping and massaging the flesh slowly and sensually. Although having protested this very action, Vinyl couldn't help but smile blindly to herself as her cheeks were firmly rubbed by the hoof. The stallion knew his craft, and a deep, primal lust slowly built inside the DJ. “C'mon, man”, she chuckled. “It's so early. Way too early for this, at least.” Just as she finished her words, the hoof went lower. In an instant, she felt that fantastic, hard pressure against the lowest most part of her body. A quiet, sharp gasp left her throat, and a blush appeared on her face. Even if both her mouth and mind had protested had the actions, the sudden change of stimulation left her only desiring only more. Despite having surely spent a great night with her, the hoof moved slowly, taking in every sensation of her pink lips. As if studying her, it moved up and down, sliding along her wet entrance. “I, I guess I c-could make an exception... Mmh... Just this once...” Finally feeling the warmth increasing in her body, Vinyl turned around, ready to face the stranger of her night. As she turned, however, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. This was no unusual occurrence. A handsome, slightly-awkward-when-sober stallion in her bed, as well as empty bottles occupying the floor happened far too often than she honestly expected. The sight, however, sent a chill through her bones. There was no stallion. “What the- AAAH!” Vinyl barely had time to react as the unknown force pushed its way inside of her, wasting no time to fill up the eager cunt down below. Had she closed her eyes and pretended a handsome stallion was by her side, the day would have been no different. Turning around, as had already been proven to her, was the gravest mistake of her life. Where a slick, perhaps slightly messy mane along a pair of deep, green eyes would have met her stare, was instead a dark, black vine. “STOP IT!” Vinyl cried, immediately lifting a hoof, ready to strike. Before she ever got the chance, another wrapped itself around her hoof, restricting any and all movement. “L-LET ME, MMH, GO!” she roared. The vines, however, ignored the cries of the croaky DJ's voice. As if deaf, as they most likely were, they simply crept onto her bed, slowly overwhelming her by the second. Already having one buried deep inside her, Vinyl's body was twitching and shaking. Many times before had she felt filled like this, yet the revelation of her lover made her heart pound harder than ever before. “T-Twilight, I swear, MMH! If this is you! I will- AHH! Oh, Celestia!” Vinyl raised her second hoof, but to no avail. It was quickly restricted by another vine gripping it tightly and keeping it in check. Despite having magic at her disposal, Vinyl felt the need to kick away, which ultimately did nothing. Even as she hit the thick, dark vines, they flinched for not even a second. Kicking them accomplished as much as kicking a boulder, yet Vinyl didn't relent. Each movement carried more force than the previous, and each was accompanied by a deep grunt. “P-Please!” she pleaded. “Stop it!” No voice responded, not even for a second. There was naught but the thick, long vine buried deep inside her. As it had penetrated her inner-most sanctum, it stayed completely still. Whether it was satisfied or simply scouting the terrain, she didn't know. On one hand, she wished for nothing more than for it to never move again, but a deep, primal part of her wished for nothing more than for it to start moving; slamming her silly like the mare she was. “P-Please...” she muttered.”Let me go...” As if it had it ears and a mouth, the vine inside of her laughed. It echoed throughout Vinyl's ears, bouncing off of the walls and re-entering her head. Had she any control of her body or magic, she would have forced the tendrils away; forced them back to their slumber. Sadly, she had no such concentration, and the deep, dark vines felt her insecurity. As she prayed to Celestia for salvation and safety, the tentacle inside of her retracted. For a brief moment, hope soared through her body, renewing her energy and filling her with the pleads for solitude. The vines, however, had other plans. Grabbing each of her limbs forcefully, they held her completely still on her bed, leaving her with no way to defend her body. “Please...” she pleaded as the vines constricted around her hooves. “No...” Her prayers went unanswered, and the vine located in front of her most holy of entrances shot forward faster than the speed of light. In the fraction of a second, Vinyl's voice rung throughout the house; a mixture of a moan and protest, lost in the screams of horror from outside her door. Never before had she been with a stallion able to fill her to the breaking point, yet this tendril proved more than capable. “OH, C-CELESTIA!” Vinyl cried as the tentacle rushed into her body, pressing against the inner-most sanctum of her hole. “F-FUCK!” As if annoyed with her voice, another of the black vines shot through the air and straight towards her face. She saw it coming, yet could do nothing to halt the movement of it. All she could do was accept as it silenced her words by forcing itself into her mouth and down her throat. Vinyl had experience with this scenario, yet the forceful insertion left her gagging harshly. The tendril was far longer than any stallion could ever be, and she wasn't sure where it ended and the one inside of her pussy began. To her, everything was a blur of thrusting and struggling against her constraints. “MMH! HMMP!H!” Once inside of her, the vines showed no restraint. Alternating their pumps, they thrust deep inside her aching cunt and wet throat, as if she was nothing more than a toy for them to use. As the tendril inside of her cunt retracted, the one inside of her throat shot forward, causing her gag reflex to immediately activate and make her body spasm with both pleasure and disgust. Although she struggled, although she focused her mind to cast whatever spell she could, there was no escaping the prison of tentacles Vinyl found herself in. Each vine felt at least a hundred times stronger than herself, and struggling only made the grip on each hoof that much tighter. Even as she struggled, however, the tendril thrusting into her only sent waves of pleasure shooting throughout her body. In and out it went, caressing every inch of her walls as it violated her most private of holes. “MMPH! MMPHMPH!” Vinyl wanted to scream, wanted to yell. She wanted help, she wanted her friends. There was no help to be found anywhere, however. There were only the tentacles overtaking her home, creeping towards her bed in anticipation of their turn at violating the pristine, white mare laying on her bed with limbs spread out, fully presenting herself to the mercy of the tentacles. Although the mere thought of what was occurring sickened the DJ, the fire in her loins couldn't help but ease her mind into the act happening to her. Her mind slowly wandered as her sight went white. In her fantasy there were only stallions, each of them violating her as the drugs took her to a new high. Even as she fought it, she couldn't help but keep the moans from streaming from her throat, mixing with the vulgar thrusting of the inanimate tentacles sloppily thrusting into her. “M-Mmh!” Vinyl slowly lost herself as the thick, luscious vine thrust harder and harder, filling her to the very brim. Little by little she felt her hooves lose strength, giving themselves over to their overlord of pleasure. Each single thrust cleared her mind, as were she high on life itself. "H-How? M-My... Oh, Celestia!" Vinyl's mind roared. She barely felt herself, barely felt the shaking of her own body. Just as her orgasm reared its head, overtaking every part of her fragile frame, a third tendril appeared, shooting right towards the only unused hole of her body: her anus. If not for the pleasure crashing onto her body, she would have screamed; Vinyl hadn't enjoyed anal in far too long. In the end, however, it was no more than added stimulation to her already overwhelming orgasm. "O-Octavia!" All of Vinyl's muscles clenched as each of the tendrils bruied themselves deep inside of her. Her eyes shot back into her skull, leaving only white orbs in her head. Likewise, her sight became completely obscured by a bright light, and the world was lost to her. The world, however, was not important. All Vinyl could focus on was the pleasure crashing onto her body like a landslide. As if assaulted by thousands of stallions, Vinyl screeched with pleasure, to the best of her abilities. No more than a muffed moan left her throat, however, as the tendril blocked most of her ability to speak. What surprised the DJ was not the tendrils themselves, nor the pleasure coursing through her body, but instead the increasing size of the tendrils. As her body was compeltely overwhelmed and claimed by pleasure itself, the tendrils grew in size, ready to burst at any minute. Their growth seemed to last an eternity, yet it was no more than a second before they filled her up with their vile seed. "MMMMMH!" Vinyl's voice was literally drowned in torrents of sticky, gooey seed, escaping from small holes at the end of each tendril. The feeling of being filled was all too famiilar, but the liquid itself felt almost alien. Vinyl had no time to care, however, as her body slowly went numb from the pleasure coursing through her. Despite having been filled like this backstage multiple times, the feeling of serenity washing over her body was quite alien. As if the liquid was overtaking her body, it went numb and relaxed. Each and every single of her muscles tickled, as if being stimluated directly. "M-Mmmh..." Vinyl had trouble keeping her eyes open, and her body itself was difficult to register. She barely noticed the tendrils retracting from her body, leaving her to her own devices in the now sticky, goo-covered bed. "All... over me... Oh, yes..." she mumbled as the world spun in front of her. "Fill me... Take me..." Little did the party-focused DJ realise just what was going on around her. In her mind, all she knew was the wonderful feeling of fullness, and the pleasure her marefriend could never give her; not even with the newest toys from Canterlot itself. Slowly, but surely, her eyes shut, leaving only the darkness of the tendrils in her mind. Outside her home, the vines from the Everfree Forest were roaming freely, searching for their next prey. The streets lay barren and homes remained empty, as many citizens had already fled the town. Some, however, had dared overstay their welcome, and the thousand year old vines of evil felt their next target moving about. Mixed with her delicate, adult smell was that of bakery, both cakes and pastries. Sugar and strawberry corrupted the smell of pure, feminine lust, but the tendrils of the Everfree Forest would not be fooled. The BakerIn her bedroom she trotted, her hooves clopping onto the floor at a rapid pace. Only the lamp hanging above her head brought light to the room, leaving the corners darker than eternal night itself. Only she produced any sound, and it seemed far louder than she was comfortable with. In the current state of Ponyville, Ms. Cake dearly wished to her the cries of her children, but more than all their laughter. Their pure, innocent laughter. “Come back safely...” she mumbled weakly to herself as her eyes caught the framed picture of her skinny, grinning husband. The world felt far more dangerous in the empty space of Sugarcube Corner. Would anyone hear her if she called? The mere thought of her cries going unanswered sent a chill down her spine, and she quickly forced the thoughts from her head. Pinkie was out there, and Pinkie wasn't one to fail her friends. Everything would end up fine, Ms. Cake was sure of it. Yet despite her faith in the eccentric pony, she couldn't help but silently pray to the princesses. If anyone were to right whatever wrong was plaguing the poor town. She stopped in her tracks and held her breath. The floor had creaked, but there was only one spot to cause such a sound, and that was in the far corner of the room, underneath the window. Her eyes stared intently at the darkness shrouding the corner from sight, her muscles tense and sweat dripping from her face. The longer she stared, the more her eyes adjusted to the darkness, each second revealing just a tiny fraction more of the cover it provided. “Honey, please be safe...”, she thought as she took a quiet step backwards. Whatever was lurking in the corner kept her movements slow and careful. She wanted nothing more than to retreat from the room while staying out of the unseen horror's eyes or ears. As her unwavering, wide open eyes were locked to the dark corner, Ms. Cake slowly stepped backwards. Step by step, she inched closer to the door behind her. Only a few more steps would bring her out of the bedroom. Still she would be locked inside with whatever shared her home, but putting a door between herself and whatever that was would be a start. Finding a new hiding place was priority number one, and Ms. Cake did not intent on staying inside the bedroom a second longer than she had to. As she took yet another step backwards, she stopped dead in her tracks as her face grew pale. In a matter of milliseconds, the fear in her heart multiplied by the thousands. Where the wooden floor should have connected with her hoof was nothing but a slimy, sticky liquid which slowly crept up her leg, covering it completely. Like reverse quicksand it slowly swallowed her leg, chilling it to her bone. “P-Please...” she whispered, daring not to turn her head and face her captor. “Let m-me go...” Whatever had her firmly in its grasp answered not with words, but simply a deep, low rumble. The horrid sound crept into her ears and clawed away at her sanity. As her head trembled with fear, the liquid devoured her leg and moved on to the lower part of her body. In mere seconds, it reached somewhere she dearly wish it had never noticed. As if ignoring the remainder of her body, the liquid crept towards her vagina, seeping inside slowly but surely. “P-Please!” Ms. Cake exclaimed with fright. “No, I, I- Oh! M-Mmh! What is t-this?!” As if turning on a furnace, the liquid immediately turned hot, but only comfortably so. The warmth lit up in her loins and quickly spread throughout her body from the inside. Although the fear had already been cemented in her mind, that very cement quickly shattered, and Ms. Cake realised to her horror that the fear was quickly leaving her body. “What's going on?!” she panted, her breathing having become quick and ragged. “Why is this- Ooh, YES!” The mare lost control of her front hooves, and her upper half stumbled to the ground as she moaned loudly in the room. She soon realized just how good her body felt, yet a bastion of rationality in her mind kept her from fully enjoying the sensations washing over her. Whatever was happening was wrong, yet it all felt so right. The whole world felt fluffy, as if a cloud had descended upon her body and swallowed it whole. “Please, please no...” she began with a moan. “Please... Don't stop!” All battles have a victor, and the last bastion in her mind fell bravely, letting the sensations of her now dripping cunt overtake her thoughts. Who- or whatever was behind her was doing things she never knew possible, a feat only achieved previously by her husband. Her husband did, however, not possess this magical liquid capable of penetrating her deeper than any stallion in Equestria, nor did he have the flexibility to push in every direction once inside of her. “M-More!” Ms. Cake yelled with pure lust. “I need mmmMORE!” As if listening to her pleas, the wonderful, skilled creature behind her obliged. No more than a second after her request, Ms. Cake inhaled sharply as a thick, round object pressed against her plump cheeks, searching for an entrance to enjoy. It took the dark vine no more than a few seconds of search before finding a small, puffy hole for it to enter. “D-Do it!” Ms. Cake moaned loudly. “Take my ass! Be the f-first! Mmh! Oh, Celestia, yes! Fill me up!” The world was spinning before the mare's eyes as the liquid inside her body drowsed all but one of her senses. Every touch and prod by the thick vine was magnified in intensity, leaving the spellbound mare panting and moaning at even the slightest of movement. Nothing had ever felt so very real yet dreamy in her life. More than anything, she felt as if dreaming while conscious, and she loved every single moment of it. “YESSSSS!” she hissed loudly as the prodding vine finally found the strength to penetrate her pulsing, puffy anus and slip deep inside of her tight hole. The vine was far too large to be enjoyable, but the aphrodisiac coursing through Ms. Cake's blood swiftly removed any hint of pain from the insertion and following thrusting. There was only the purest of pleasure. “Yes, take me!” she roared as her body shook with each long, hard thrust. “Fill my ass up! Use me like my husband never has!” Deep in her mind, she knew the words leaving her mouth were wrong, yet she cared not to regret them. The multitude of jolts zapping her body with electrical joy was something no mare would be able to ignore or protest. Knowing there was no turning back, she wanted simply to enjoy the ride, and each thrust of the black vine. “MORE!” she yelled. “I NEED, MMH, MORE!” Once again the rumble returned, as if replying to her lust-covered words. And once again the vines obliged to her request. Conjuring another tendril from behind her, it shot directly towards the only entrance available. “CELESTIA, YES!” Ms. Cake's had become a blur of moans and roars. The swift, easy insertion of the large vine sent her completely over the edge. Instead of watching the blur that was the room before her eyes, she slammed them shut and focused instead of the climax causing her body to twitch and shake with joy. Expecting her partner to slow down as the high of pleasure washed over her was a naïve mistake, as the tendrils showed no signs of stopping their relentless assault of her ass and cunt. They pumped alternately in and out of each hole, filling one as the other was left empty. Each half second her body was thrown forward by the force, and her mind was blown away by the sweetest of ecstasy. A roar of a moan echoed throughout the bedroom as Ms. Cake's pussy clamped down on the tendril inside of her. Despite the strength of her muscles, it was nowhere near enough to stop the assault, and the vine simply kept thrusting into her like a piston. Only as her inner-most sanctum released its liquid love did the vine inside her cunt stop, and immediately so. Not a drop of Ms. Cake's juices spilled onto the floor; the tendril inside of her seemed to absorb all of it as it flooded her cunt. Ms. Cake's body collapsed completely on the floor as a deep, dark laughter rung in the air around her. The vine drinking her juices kept completely still, but the one in her anus kept pumping away, as if trying to extend her orgasm as long as possible. She could barely feel exactly what was going on with her lower half; all of it had become a blur of white hot pleasure. The magical liquid seeping through her body had completely overtaken her mind, and the act of speech was lost in her past. Only gurgling and moaning left her throat, but it did so through a smile on her plump lips. As her body finally rested after the drug-induced orgasm, she sighed contently. There were no more juices to be given to the tendril inside of her, even though she dearly wished to give it more. For just a brief second, a wave of sadness crashed over the mother. Every living thing needs nourishment, and it had become glaringly obvious what the vines wanted for their survival, or perhaps growth. That sadness quickly left her body, however, as the vines, too, were intent on getting more of her delicious juices. Both of them immediately set into full speed, continuing their ravaging of her holes and leaving the mare only with moans and a wide smile on her face. The furniture in the room rustled due to the sheer force of the continuous thrusting, and the small table next to bed was nearly skipping across the floor as the vicious ravaging of Ms. Cake continued without any end in sight. On top of that table, a framed picture of a certain Mr. Cake shook violently, until finally toppling over and smashing onto the floor. Pieces of glass flew away from underneath it as the frame was destroyed. The sudden crash caused Ms. Cake's eyes to shoot open, immediately finding the source of the noise. Despite knowing exactly what picture the frame held, she couldn't help but pant with lust as she knew the stallion in the picture could never please her as she was being in that very moment. In her mind, the fuzzy thought of her husband sitting tight at some hotel in Canterlot worrying about her well-being only made the fire in her nether regions burn that much brighter with lust. As she silently thanked whoever was the culprit of the attack, her body shook with pleasure once more, leaving the tendril deep inside of her cunt once again absorbing the sweetest of juices known to Ponykind. The night was long, and the night had only just begun for the wife and mother. Countless hours of pure pleasure lay in front of her, and she could not help but silently thank the princesses for giving her this moment of ultimate physical joy. The FarmerIn his orchard he sat, exhausted and panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto the oddly coloured ground. His muscles ached and his lungs were burning, despite his pristine physical condition and well-toned frame. Around him lay the remains of dark plants, crushed underneath big, strong hooves. As if live, they lay in a pool of their own blood, which bore a sickly green colour. Spots of the very same liquid were mixed with the stallion's bright red coat, making him look wounded. “Ya better hurry up, sis”, Big Mac thought, even panting in his mind. “The farm needs ya...” Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the tree behind him with a heavy sight. His body trembled slightly, but his calm breathing kept his limbs in check. A soothing breeze cooled his face and cleared his mind slightly. Left with only the darkness of his eyelids, Big Mac slowly conjured images of large, healthy trees with hundreds of apples hanging from the branches. One by one they popped into the darkness of his mind, eliciting a smile from the exhausted stallion. “She'll fix this darn mess”, he mumbled to himself, chuckling slightly. “Ain't never let her family down before.” The world around him was quiet; only the wind itself could be heard. A bit of peace and silence did wonders for Big Mac; the intense shouting and fighting mere minutes prior was not welcomed. Sweet Apple Acres was always quiet, and Big Mac wanted to keep it that way. There was nothing like peace and quiet to keep oneself focused on work. As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a quiet hiss forced all images of the healthy trees out of his mind. He did, however, not open his eyes. There was no need for eyes to know what had produced the sound, as he had already seen many of the creatures over the course of the day. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards, and he chuckled quietly. “Y'all back for round two?” he said quietly. His question was met with another hiss. “Well, I'd be more than happy to dance with ya.” Opening his eyes, he saw exactly what he expected. In front of him were two of the plant creatures, complete with legs and their sickly, green mouth-looking opening. Big Mac was certain he had seen similar creatures on the covers of horror novels and comic books, but those were only stories. In front of him was the real deal, and he was more than ready to deal with both of them. “Only two?” he chuckled as he stepped forward. “Y'all are gonna need far more than that.” Each of the monstrosities hissed, causing the green liquid to drip from their mouths. The vines on which they sat stood upright, raising them up high in the air; far higher than Big Mac could ever hope to jump. From up there, they swayed around in the air, attempting to circle the lone stallion. “Ya need some new tricks, too”, he chuckled as he confidently stepped towards them. “That ain't gonna work on me.” Looking back and forth between the two creatures, Big Mac slowly decided which to take care of first. It would take all of his cunning, but taking care of both should be no problem at all. Hopefully, it should be the last of them in the orchard, but Big Mac knew there could very easily be plenty of them hiding about. As he stared at both of the creatures, Big Mac clenched his muscles and got ready to leap. He inhaled sharply, and chuckled quietly. Just as he leaned back, a split-second before jumping forward, his throat was grabbed by a vine. The stallion fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing, but the vine simply tightened the grip, cutting off all oxygen. Even with his extreme strength, Big Mac's hooves didn't even dent the vine. In fact, it only seemed to worsen the grip. His eyes went wide as the sight of the two creatures entered his vision, each of them hissing mockingly. Big Mac raised his hoof, ready to strike the either of the two, but as his hoof went high into the air, another vine wrapped it around it and forced it to the ground. Quickly following it came another three vines, each of them gripping his remaining limbs and pinning them to the ground. He struggled, he did, but to no avail. His limbs moved not an inch, and he was forced to simply watch the two creatures approach him. Crept, they did, towards him like a pair of snakes. Yet fear was nowhere to be found in the red stallion's body; only anger and frustration. As he was firmly pinned to the ground, the vine around his neck loosened its grip, and simply forced his head down rather than strangle him. “Yer gonna regret this!” Big Mac groaned, but the two creates showed no signs of stopping. “Ah'll destroy ya!” His words were silenced as the first plant creature crawled onto his body. Its legs were cold, but from within it came a searing heat. Drops of the sticky liquid spilled onto his stomach, warming his body and conjuring a haze around his mind. Big Mac was able to shrug it off, however, though he sorely wish he hadn't. The creature slowly approached his face, hissing harshly at him, and it was getting dangerously close. “Back off!” he yelled, giving one last effort to break free of his bonds. The creature approaching his muzzle did not heed the warning. Big Mac opened his mouth to yell once more, but the creature leapt forward, landing right on top of his open muzzle. The liquid inside of the creature immediately began dripping into Big Mac's mouth, sending an intense heat surging through his body. Although sticky and disgusting to look at, the liquid was quite sweet, almost like ice cream. Despite his best efforts not to swallow whatever it was, Big Mac couldn't help but slowly let the liquid seep into his throat and stomach. “Mmph!” Big Mac's head started spinning. His vision was completely blocked by the black creature, yet he could feel the ground below him moving about. Fear had finally been instilled in the proud, courageous stallion's body. Although he tried, he could not close his mouth. The creature on top of his muzzle had taken a hold of his jaw, keeping it open and spilling even more liquids into it. Big Mac could do nothing but simply lay there and do his best to avoid drinking, but as his mind went drowsy, he found even that difficult. “M-MMPH!?!” Big Mac's eyes shot open as he felt something being inserted into his mouth. A thick, throbbing phallus slid deeper and deeper into his mouth, and finally into his throat. Despite it filling him up completely, Big Mac had no trouble breathing, except for his panicked state of mind. Whatever was inside of him, it tasted exactly like the green liquid, except just a bit more salty. For just a second, he contemplated licking it, but he quickly forced the thought out of his head. “What's wrong with ya?!” Big Mac berated himself in his mind. “It ain't... good! Ya don't... want this! Ya don't...” As he argued with himself, the second creature kept onto Big Mac's body, ready to strike. It, however, did not get as far as the first one. Rather than creep up his stomach, the second creature planted itself directly onto Big Mac's groin. In just a split second, its green, liquid-filled mouth wrapped around Big Mac's stallionhood, taking in his entire length with ease. The sudden stimulation and warmth absorbing his dick left Big Mac moaning into the mouth of the creature on his face. His tongue shot upwards and onto the lower side of the phallus inside of his mouth, sliding along its sticky surface. As he involuntarily licked the limb inside his mouth, it throbbed harshly, expanding his throat and leaking even more of its liquid into his stomach. Slowly, but surely, it started thrusting deeper, shoving itself deep into his throat. A memory of a particular family reunion flashed across Big Mac's inner eye, leaving a heavy blush on his cheeks. Although he knew whatever was thrusting into his mouth was no pony, he couldn't help but accept it, and even caress the phallus. The aphrodisiac in his stomach left him wanting more, and he moaned quietly as he caressed the limb inside his mouth with his tongue. While his face was being violated, the creature down below gripped his cock tightly, immediately covering it in the green liquid. Although no thrusting occurred, the pleasure was far more intense than anything Big Mac had ever felt; even at the family reunion. The whole which his dick found itself inside wasn't tight in the slightest, but the liquid seemed to clamp down on his penis, as if it were inside another pony. The heat, however, could never be matched by any other pony in Equestria. It caused his balls to stir and his dick to throb so delightfully, and Big Mac's mind was quickly lost to the pleasure. “Gosh darn, that's good...”, Big Mac thought. “Just a lil' to the right..” Big Mac's moaned soared through the orchard, muffled by the creature on his muzzle. The very thought of being found like this by his family had completely evaporated from his mind. In that moment, there was only the intense heat in his body, the phallus thrusting deep into his throat and gentle suckling on his dick. Each of the creatures still hissed, but as his body was filled up with the green liquid, Big Mac only heard the sweetest of moans. Had his hooves not been tied down, he would have gladly hguged the creature on his muzzle and held it tight. “M-MMPH!” Big Mac's eyes shot open in surprise as another phallus-like objected entered his body. This time, however, it did not enter his mouth, but rather another entrance far down below. Covered in the liquid as it was, it had no trouble slipping into Big Mac's well-toned ass, nor did it stop once inside. It thrust forward, filling the stallion up to the brim and gently massaging his prostate. He was given no time to adjust to the phallus violating his bum, as it immediately began thrusting into him. The green liquid stuck to his walls, lubricating him with each thrust. His body shook with each forceful insertion, and he loved every second of it. The aphrodisiac blurred his thoughts, and the haze covering his mind kept him smiling and moaning. Depraved as he was, he sucked and licked the phallus inside of his mouth as were it the sweetest of candy. Even though it thrust far deeper into his throat than he had ever experienced, he loved every moment of it. He dearly wanted it to go further, but the creature only went as far as every other thrust. Liquid kept dripping from the phallus, slowly filling his stomach and heating up his body to the point of boiling. Suddenly, both of the creatures increased the speed and ferocity of their thrusting. Their liquid-covered bodies slammed against Big Mac, causing sticky slaps to fill the air in the orchard. Along with the red stallion's moans, it was immediately clear to anyone what was going on under the cover of the trees. The creatures hissed, but all Big Mac heard was once again the angelic moans. As they had picked up speed, so did his tongue, and he sloppily ran it across the lower side of the thing inside his mouth. The encouragement seemed to work, as each lick caused the creature to thrust harder and faster. More and more liquid shot out of its tip, forcing Big Mac to gulp loudly every other second in order to get all of it down. Much to his joy, Big Mac noticed the phallus inside of his ass had started leaking as well. Each time it buried itself deep inside of him, liquid shot into him. It was immediately absorbed by his body, increasing the heat of the fire burning in his body. The vines around his hooves, too, seemed connected to this very act, as they tightened their grip. Whether the aphrodisiac was playing tricks on his mind or not, he did not know, but each of the vines seemed to throb as well. Big Mac couldn't handle a second more of the pleasure, and he moaned loudly as his dick exploded inside of the creature. Torrents of semen shot through his long, mottled cock and directly into the liquid-filled mouth. The creature below hissed as it absorbed his seed, drinking every drop of it. It cradled his balls, massaging them with the sticky liquid in its attempt to make him spell every last drop. As he rode his orgasm, both of the phalluses buried themselves deep inside of him; both his throat and ass. They throbbed and shook, causing intense pleasure to shoot through his muscular body. As if electrocuted, his body shook and twitched with delight, rather than pain. That delight, however, was quickly overridden as vast amounts of the green liquid shot from each of the phalluses and directly into his body. A strange, yet enjoyable, sensation of being filled flooded his body, and Big Mac lost all desire to move. He simply wanted to lay there and have his body be filled, licking and sucking the thing inside of his mouth. Slowly, each of the creatures lost steam, and the torrents of liquid came to a stop. For just a moment, both the creatures and Big Mac lay completely still, the latter panting and moaning quietly to himself. The attack seemed to be over, yet Big Mac silently wished for more. His was was ultimately granted, as each of the plant creatures hissed sharply and immediately set back into full aggression. Their thrusts continued, as did the red stallion's moans. As his throat and anus was violated, Big Mac's thoughts wandered to his sister. “Take all the time ya need, sis...”
The DJShe opened her eyes to the sight of a spinning room. Although under the comfort of her blankets, Vinyl couldn't help but shiver as she adjusted to the world of the living. Around here was nothing but darkness. Despite the sun having risen many hours prior, the covers blocked all of their rays, shielding the poor DJ from the outside world. “Never again...” she muttered. Putting a hoof to her temple, she hoped to simply nudge away the throbbing headache, but it was no use. In fact, it seemed to only make things worse. Her skull felt just about ready to burst, and for just a few seconds she dearly wished it would. At least then she'd be rid of the horror that is life. “Leave me alone...” Vinyl grumbled as a hoof prodded her back. She didn't quite remember bringing anyone with her last night, but she didn't remember much at all either way. The prodding, however, didn't stop. Someone was very intent on grabbing her attention. “Come on, man...” she muttered. “I'm not in the mood... Just use my bathroom or something...” Despite her very clear protest, the prodding moved lower and lower. At first she ignored it, simply wanting to return to the world of colourful dreams, but once it reached the base of her tail, her eyes opened slowly. She waited for just a brief moment, intent on giving the stallion the benefit of the doubt. Just as she suspected, however, the stallion didn't care two bits about her opinion, and the prodding quickly reached the very most lower part of her body, slowly caressing her big, round cheeks. “Frisky, eh?” Vinyl said meekly from underneath her blanket. “Look, save it. This ain't no party night, aight?” Whether the stallion heard her words or not, he continued. A single hoof roamed across her ass, firmly grasping and massaging the flesh slowly and sensually. Although having protested this very action, Vinyl couldn't help but smile blindly to herself as her cheeks were firmly rubbed by the hoof. The stallion knew his craft, and a deep, primal lust slowly built inside the DJ. “C'mon, man”, she chuckled. “It's so early. Way too early for this, at least.” Just as she finished her words, the hoof went lower. In an instant, she felt that fantastic, hard pressure against the lowest most part of her body. A quiet, sharp gasp left her throat, and a blush appeared on her face. Even if both her mouth and mind had protested had the actions, the sudden change of stimulation left her only desiring only more. Despite having surely spent a great night with her, the hoof moved slowly, taking in every sensation of her pink lips. As if studying her, it moved up and down, sliding along her wet entrance. “I, I guess I c-could make an exception... Mmh... Just this once...” Finally feeling the warmth increasing in her body, Vinyl turned around, ready to face the stranger of her night. As she turned, however, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. This was no unusual occurrence. A handsome, slightly-awkward-when-sober stallion in her bed, as well as empty bottles occupying the floor happened far too often than she honestly expected. The sight, however, sent a chill through her bones. There was no stallion. “What the- AAAH!” Vinyl barely had time to react as the unknown force pushed its way inside of her, wasting no time to fill up the eager cunt down below. Had she closed her eyes and pretended a handsome stallion was by her side, the day would have been no different. Turning around, as had already been proven to her, was the gravest mistake of her life. Where a slick, perhaps slightly messy mane along a pair of deep, green eyes would have met her stare, was instead a dark, black vine. “STOP IT!” Vinyl cried, immediately lifting a hoof, ready to strike. Before she ever got the chance, another wrapped itself around her hoof, restricting any and all movement. “L-LET ME, MMH, GO!” she roared. The vines, however, ignored the cries of the croaky DJ's voice. As if deaf, as they most likely were, they simply crept onto her bed, slowly overwhelming her by the second. Already having one buried deep inside her, Vinyl's body was twitching and shaking. Many times before had she felt filled like this, yet the revelation of her lover made her heart pound harder than ever before. “T-Twilight, I swear, MMH! If this is you! I will- AHH! Oh, Celestia!” Vinyl raised her second hoof, but to no avail. It was quickly restricted by another vine gripping it tightly and keeping it in check. Despite having magic at her disposal, Vinyl felt the need to kick away, which ultimately did nothing. Even as she hit the thick, dark vines, they flinched for not even a second. Kicking them accomplished as much as kicking a boulder, yet Vinyl didn't relent. Each movement carried more force than the previous, and each was accompanied by a deep grunt. “P-Please!” she pleaded. “Stop it!” No voice responded, not even for a second. There was naught but the thick, long vine buried deep inside her. As it had penetrated her inner-most sanctum, it stayed completely still. Whether it was satisfied or simply scouting the terrain, she didn't know. On one hand, she wished for nothing more than for it to never move again, but a deep, primal part of her wished for nothing more than for it to start moving; slamming her silly like the mare she was. “P-Please...” she muttered.”Let me go...” As if it had it ears and a mouth, the vine inside of her laughed. It echoed throughout Vinyl's ears, bouncing off of the walls and re-entering her head. Had she any control of her body or magic, she would have forced the tendrils away; forced them back to their slumber. Sadly, she had no such concentration, and the deep, dark vines felt her insecurity. As she prayed to Celestia for salvation and safety, the tentacle inside of her retracted. For a brief moment, hope soared through her body, renewing her energy and filling her with the pleads for solitude. The vines, however, had other plans. Grabbing each of her limbs forcefully, they held her completely still on her bed, leaving her with no way to defend her body. “Please...” she pleaded as the vines constricted around her hooves. “No...” Her prayers went unanswered, and the vine located in front of her most holy of entrances shot forward faster than the speed of light. In the fraction of a second, Vinyl's voice rung throughout the house; a mixture of a moan and protest, lost in the screams of horror from outside her door. Never before had she been with a stallion able to fill her to the breaking point, yet this tendril proved more than capable. “OH, C-CELESTIA!” Vinyl cried as the tentacle rushed into her body, pressing against the inner-most sanctum of her hole. “F-FUCK!” As if annoyed with her voice, another of the black vines shot through the air and straight towards her face. She saw it coming, yet could do nothing to halt the movement of it. All she could do was accept as it silenced her words by forcing itself into her mouth and down her throat. Vinyl had experience with this scenario, yet the forceful insertion left her gagging harshly. The tendril was far longer than any stallion could ever be, and she wasn't sure where it ended and the one inside of her pussy began. To her, everything was a blur of thrusting and struggling against her constraints. “MMH! HMMP!H!” Once inside of her, the vines showed no restraint. Alternating their pumps, they thrust deep inside her aching cunt and wet throat, as if she was nothing more than a toy for them to use. As the tendril inside of her cunt retracted, the one inside of her throat shot forward, causing her gag reflex to immediately activate and make her body spasm with both pleasure and disgust. Although she struggled, although she focused her mind to cast whatever spell she could, there was no escaping the prison of tentacles Vinyl found herself in. Each vine felt at least a hundred times stronger than herself, and struggling only made the grip on each hoof that much tighter. Even as she struggled, however, the tendril thrusting into her only sent waves of pleasure shooting throughout her body. In and out it went, caressing every inch of her walls as it violated her most private of holes. “MMPH! MMPHMPH!” Vinyl wanted to scream, wanted to yell. She wanted help, she wanted her friends. There was no help to be found anywhere, however. There were only the tentacles overtaking her home, creeping towards her bed in anticipation of their turn at violating the pristine, white mare laying on her bed with limbs spread out, fully presenting herself to the mercy of the tentacles. Although the mere thought of what was occurring sickened the DJ, the fire in her loins couldn't help but ease her mind into the act happening to her. Her mind slowly wandered as her sight went white. In her fantasy there were only stallions, each of them violating her as the drugs took her to a new high. Even as she fought it, she couldn't help but keep the moans from streaming from her throat, mixing with the vulgar thrusting of the inanimate tentacles sloppily thrusting into her. “M-Mmh!” Vinyl slowly lost herself as the thick, luscious vine thrust harder and harder, filling her to the very brim. Little by little she felt her hooves lose strength, giving themselves over to their overlord of pleasure. Each single thrust cleared her mind, as were she high on life itself. "H-How? M-My... Oh, Celestia!" Vinyl's mind roared. She barely felt herself, barely felt the shaking of her own body. Just as her orgasm reared its head, overtaking every part of her fragile frame, a third tendril appeared, shooting right towards the only unused hole of her body: her anus. If not for the pleasure crashing onto her body, she would have screamed; Vinyl hadn't enjoyed anal in far too long. In the end, however, it was no more than added stimulation to her already overwhelming orgasm. "O-Octavia!" All of Vinyl's muscles clenched as each of the tendrils bruied themselves deep inside of her. Her eyes shot back into her skull, leaving only white orbs in her head. Likewise, her sight became completely obscured by a bright light, and the world was lost to her. The world, however, was not important. All Vinyl could focus on was the pleasure crashing onto her body like a landslide. As if assaulted by thousands of stallions, Vinyl screeched with pleasure, to the best of her abilities. No more than a muffed moan left her throat, however, as the tendril blocked most of her ability to speak. What surprised the DJ was not the tendrils themselves, nor the pleasure coursing through her body, but instead the increasing size of the tendrils. As her body was compeltely overwhelmed and claimed by pleasure itself, the tendrils grew in size, ready to burst at any minute. Their growth seemed to last an eternity, yet it was no more than a second before they filled her up with their vile seed. "MMMMMH!" Vinyl's voice was literally drowned in torrents of sticky, gooey seed, escaping from small holes at the end of each tendril. The feeling of being filled was all too famiilar, but the liquid itself felt almost alien. Vinyl had no time to care, however, as her body slowly went numb from the pleasure coursing through her. Despite having been filled like this backstage multiple times, the feeling of serenity washing over her body was quite alien. As if the liquid was overtaking her body, it went numb and relaxed. Each and every single of her muscles tickled, as if being stimluated directly. "M-Mmmh..." Vinyl had trouble keeping her eyes open, and her body itself was difficult to register. She barely noticed the tendrils retracting from her body, leaving her to her own devices in the now sticky, goo-covered bed. "All... over me... Oh, yes..." she mumbled as the world spun in front of her. "Fill me... Take me..." Little did the party-focused DJ realise just what was going on around her. In her mind, all she knew was the wonderful feeling of fullness, and the pleasure her marefriend could never give her; not even with the newest toys from Canterlot itself. Slowly, but surely, her eyes shut, leaving only the darkness of the tendrils in her mind. Outside her home, the vines from the Everfree Forest were roaming freely, searching for their next prey. The streets lay barren and homes remained empty, as many citizens had already fled the town. Some, however, had dared overstay their welcome, and the thousand year old vines of evil felt their next target moving about. Mixed with her delicate, adult smell was that of bakery, both cakes and pastries. Sugar and strawberry corrupted the smell of pure, feminine lust, but the tendrils of the Everfree Forest would not be fooled.
The BakerIn her bedroom she trotted, her hooves clopping onto the floor at a rapid pace. Only the lamp hanging above her head brought light to the room, leaving the corners darker than eternal night itself. Only she produced any sound, and it seemed far louder than she was comfortable with. In the current state of Ponyville, Ms. Cake dearly wished to her the cries of her children, but more than all their laughter. Their pure, innocent laughter. “Come back safely...” she mumbled weakly to herself as her eyes caught the framed picture of her skinny, grinning husband. The world felt far more dangerous in the empty space of Sugarcube Corner. Would anyone hear her if she called? The mere thought of her cries going unanswered sent a chill down her spine, and she quickly forced the thoughts from her head. Pinkie was out there, and Pinkie wasn't one to fail her friends. Everything would end up fine, Ms. Cake was sure of it. Yet despite her faith in the eccentric pony, she couldn't help but silently pray to the princesses. If anyone were to right whatever wrong was plaguing the poor town. She stopped in her tracks and held her breath. The floor had creaked, but there was only one spot to cause such a sound, and that was in the far corner of the room, underneath the window. Her eyes stared intently at the darkness shrouding the corner from sight, her muscles tense and sweat dripping from her face. The longer she stared, the more her eyes adjusted to the darkness, each second revealing just a tiny fraction more of the cover it provided. “Honey, please be safe...”, she thought as she took a quiet step backwards. Whatever was lurking in the corner kept her movements slow and careful. She wanted nothing more than to retreat from the room while staying out of the unseen horror's eyes or ears. As her unwavering, wide open eyes were locked to the dark corner, Ms. Cake slowly stepped backwards. Step by step, she inched closer to the door behind her. Only a few more steps would bring her out of the bedroom. Still she would be locked inside with whatever shared her home, but putting a door between herself and whatever that was would be a start. Finding a new hiding place was priority number one, and Ms. Cake did not intent on staying inside the bedroom a second longer than she had to. As she took yet another step backwards, she stopped dead in her tracks as her face grew pale. In a matter of milliseconds, the fear in her heart multiplied by the thousands. Where the wooden floor should have connected with her hoof was nothing but a slimy, sticky liquid which slowly crept up her leg, covering it completely. Like reverse quicksand it slowly swallowed her leg, chilling it to her bone. “P-Please...” she whispered, daring not to turn her head and face her captor. “Let m-me go...” Whatever had her firmly in its grasp answered not with words, but simply a deep, low rumble. The horrid sound crept into her ears and clawed away at her sanity. As her head trembled with fear, the liquid devoured her leg and moved on to the lower part of her body. In mere seconds, it reached somewhere she dearly wish it had never noticed. As if ignoring the remainder of her body, the liquid crept towards her vagina, seeping inside slowly but surely. “P-Please!” Ms. Cake exclaimed with fright. “No, I, I- Oh! M-Mmh! What is t-this?!” As if turning on a furnace, the liquid immediately turned hot, but only comfortably so. The warmth lit up in her loins and quickly spread throughout her body from the inside. Although the fear had already been cemented in her mind, that very cement quickly shattered, and Ms. Cake realised to her horror that the fear was quickly leaving her body. “What's going on?!” she panted, her breathing having become quick and ragged. “Why is this- Ooh, YES!” The mare lost control of her front hooves, and her upper half stumbled to the ground as she moaned loudly in the room. She soon realized just how good her body felt, yet a bastion of rationality in her mind kept her from fully enjoying the sensations washing over her. Whatever was happening was wrong, yet it all felt so right. The whole world felt fluffy, as if a cloud had descended upon her body and swallowed it whole. “Please, please no...” she began with a moan. “Please... Don't stop!” All battles have a victor, and the last bastion in her mind fell bravely, letting the sensations of her now dripping cunt overtake her thoughts. Who- or whatever was behind her was doing things she never knew possible, a feat only achieved previously by her husband. Her husband did, however, not possess this magical liquid capable of penetrating her deeper than any stallion in Equestria, nor did he have the flexibility to push in every direction once inside of her. “M-More!” Ms. Cake yelled with pure lust. “I need mmmMORE!” As if listening to her pleas, the wonderful, skilled creature behind her obliged. No more than a second after her request, Ms. Cake inhaled sharply as a thick, round object pressed against her plump cheeks, searching for an entrance to enjoy. It took the dark vine no more than a few seconds of search before finding a small, puffy hole for it to enter. “D-Do it!” Ms. Cake moaned loudly. “Take my ass! Be the f-first! Mmh! Oh, Celestia, yes! Fill me up!” The world was spinning before the mare's eyes as the liquid inside her body drowsed all but one of her senses. Every touch and prod by the thick vine was magnified in intensity, leaving the spellbound mare panting and moaning at even the slightest of movement. Nothing had ever felt so very real yet dreamy in her life. More than anything, she felt as if dreaming while conscious, and she loved every single moment of it. “YESSSSS!” she hissed loudly as the prodding vine finally found the strength to penetrate her pulsing, puffy anus and slip deep inside of her tight hole. The vine was far too large to be enjoyable, but the aphrodisiac coursing through Ms. Cake's blood swiftly removed any hint of pain from the insertion and following thrusting. There was only the purest of pleasure. “Yes, take me!” she roared as her body shook with each long, hard thrust. “Fill my ass up! Use me like my husband never has!” Deep in her mind, she knew the words leaving her mouth were wrong, yet she cared not to regret them. The multitude of jolts zapping her body with electrical joy was something no mare would be able to ignore or protest. Knowing there was no turning back, she wanted simply to enjoy the ride, and each thrust of the black vine. “MORE!” she yelled. “I NEED, MMH, MORE!” Once again the rumble returned, as if replying to her lust-covered words. And once again the vines obliged to her request. Conjuring another tendril from behind her, it shot directly towards the only entrance available. “CELESTIA, YES!” Ms. Cake's had become a blur of moans and roars. The swift, easy insertion of the large vine sent her completely over the edge. Instead of watching the blur that was the room before her eyes, she slammed them shut and focused instead of the climax causing her body to twitch and shake with joy. Expecting her partner to slow down as the high of pleasure washed over her was a naïve mistake, as the tendrils showed no signs of stopping their relentless assault of her ass and cunt. They pumped alternately in and out of each hole, filling one as the other was left empty. Each half second her body was thrown forward by the force, and her mind was blown away by the sweetest of ecstasy. A roar of a moan echoed throughout the bedroom as Ms. Cake's pussy clamped down on the tendril inside of her. Despite the strength of her muscles, it was nowhere near enough to stop the assault, and the vine simply kept thrusting into her like a piston. Only as her inner-most sanctum released its liquid love did the vine inside her cunt stop, and immediately so. Not a drop of Ms. Cake's juices spilled onto the floor; the tendril inside of her seemed to absorb all of it as it flooded her cunt. Ms. Cake's body collapsed completely on the floor as a deep, dark laughter rung in the air around her. The vine drinking her juices kept completely still, but the one in her anus kept pumping away, as if trying to extend her orgasm as long as possible. She could barely feel exactly what was going on with her lower half; all of it had become a blur of white hot pleasure. The magical liquid seeping through her body had completely overtaken her mind, and the act of speech was lost in her past. Only gurgling and moaning left her throat, but it did so through a smile on her plump lips. As her body finally rested after the drug-induced orgasm, she sighed contently. There were no more juices to be given to the tendril inside of her, even though she dearly wished to give it more. For just a brief second, a wave of sadness crashed over the mother. Every living thing needs nourishment, and it had become glaringly obvious what the vines wanted for their survival, or perhaps growth. That sadness quickly left her body, however, as the vines, too, were intent on getting more of her delicious juices. Both of them immediately set into full speed, continuing their ravaging of her holes and leaving the mare only with moans and a wide smile on her face. The furniture in the room rustled due to the sheer force of the continuous thrusting, and the small table next to bed was nearly skipping across the floor as the vicious ravaging of Ms. Cake continued without any end in sight. On top of that table, a framed picture of a certain Mr. Cake shook violently, until finally toppling over and smashing onto the floor. Pieces of glass flew away from underneath it as the frame was destroyed. The sudden crash caused Ms. Cake's eyes to shoot open, immediately finding the source of the noise. Despite knowing exactly what picture the frame held, she couldn't help but pant with lust as she knew the stallion in the picture could never please her as she was being in that very moment. In her mind, the fuzzy thought of her husband sitting tight at some hotel in Canterlot worrying about her well-being only made the fire in her nether regions burn that much brighter with lust. As she silently thanked whoever was the culprit of the attack, her body shook with pleasure once more, leaving the tendril deep inside of her cunt once again absorbing the sweetest of juices known to Ponykind. The night was long, and the night had only just begun for the wife and mother. Countless hours of pure pleasure lay in front of her, and she could not help but silently thank the princesses for giving her this moment of ultimate physical joy.
The FarmerIn his orchard he sat, exhausted and panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto the oddly coloured ground. His muscles ached and his lungs were burning, despite his pristine physical condition and well-toned frame. Around him lay the remains of dark plants, crushed underneath big, strong hooves. As if live, they lay in a pool of their own blood, which bore a sickly green colour. Spots of the very same liquid were mixed with the stallion's bright red coat, making him look wounded. “Ya better hurry up, sis”, Big Mac thought, even panting in his mind. “The farm needs ya...” Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the tree behind him with a heavy sight. His body trembled slightly, but his calm breathing kept his limbs in check. A soothing breeze cooled his face and cleared his mind slightly. Left with only the darkness of his eyelids, Big Mac slowly conjured images of large, healthy trees with hundreds of apples hanging from the branches. One by one they popped into the darkness of his mind, eliciting a smile from the exhausted stallion. “She'll fix this darn mess”, he mumbled to himself, chuckling slightly. “Ain't never let her family down before.” The world around him was quiet; only the wind itself could be heard. A bit of peace and silence did wonders for Big Mac; the intense shouting and fighting mere minutes prior was not welcomed. Sweet Apple Acres was always quiet, and Big Mac wanted to keep it that way. There was nothing like peace and quiet to keep oneself focused on work. As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a quiet hiss forced all images of the healthy trees out of his mind. He did, however, not open his eyes. There was no need for eyes to know what had produced the sound, as he had already seen many of the creatures over the course of the day. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards, and he chuckled quietly. “Y'all back for round two?” he said quietly. His question was met with another hiss. “Well, I'd be more than happy to dance with ya.” Opening his eyes, he saw exactly what he expected. In front of him were two of the plant creatures, complete with legs and their sickly, green mouth-looking opening. Big Mac was certain he had seen similar creatures on the covers of horror novels and comic books, but those were only stories. In front of him was the real deal, and he was more than ready to deal with both of them. “Only two?” he chuckled as he stepped forward. “Y'all are gonna need far more than that.” Each of the monstrosities hissed, causing the green liquid to drip from their mouths. The vines on which they sat stood upright, raising them up high in the air; far higher than Big Mac could ever hope to jump. From up there, they swayed around in the air, attempting to circle the lone stallion. “Ya need some new tricks, too”, he chuckled as he confidently stepped towards them. “That ain't gonna work on me.” Looking back and forth between the two creatures, Big Mac slowly decided which to take care of first. It would take all of his cunning, but taking care of both should be no problem at all. Hopefully, it should be the last of them in the orchard, but Big Mac knew there could very easily be plenty of them hiding about. As he stared at both of the creatures, Big Mac clenched his muscles and got ready to leap. He inhaled sharply, and chuckled quietly. Just as he leaned back, a split-second before jumping forward, his throat was grabbed by a vine. The stallion fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing, but the vine simply tightened the grip, cutting off all oxygen. Even with his extreme strength, Big Mac's hooves didn't even dent the vine. In fact, it only seemed to worsen the grip. His eyes went wide as the sight of the two creatures entered his vision, each of them hissing mockingly. Big Mac raised his hoof, ready to strike the either of the two, but as his hoof went high into the air, another vine wrapped it around it and forced it to the ground. Quickly following it came another three vines, each of them gripping his remaining limbs and pinning them to the ground. He struggled, he did, but to no avail. His limbs moved not an inch, and he was forced to simply watch the two creatures approach him. Crept, they did, towards him like a pair of snakes. Yet fear was nowhere to be found in the red stallion's body; only anger and frustration. As he was firmly pinned to the ground, the vine around his neck loosened its grip, and simply forced his head down rather than strangle him. “Yer gonna regret this!” Big Mac groaned, but the two creates showed no signs of stopping. “Ah'll destroy ya!” His words were silenced as the first plant creature crawled onto his body. Its legs were cold, but from within it came a searing heat. Drops of the sticky liquid spilled onto his stomach, warming his body and conjuring a haze around his mind. Big Mac was able to shrug it off, however, though he sorely wish he hadn't. The creature slowly approached his face, hissing harshly at him, and it was getting dangerously close. “Back off!” he yelled, giving one last effort to break free of his bonds. The creature approaching his muzzle did not heed the warning. Big Mac opened his mouth to yell once more, but the creature leapt forward, landing right on top of his open muzzle. The liquid inside of the creature immediately began dripping into Big Mac's mouth, sending an intense heat surging through his body. Although sticky and disgusting to look at, the liquid was quite sweet, almost like ice cream. Despite his best efforts not to swallow whatever it was, Big Mac couldn't help but slowly let the liquid seep into his throat and stomach. “Mmph!” Big Mac's head started spinning. His vision was completely blocked by the black creature, yet he could feel the ground below him moving about. Fear had finally been instilled in the proud, courageous stallion's body. Although he tried, he could not close his mouth. The creature on top of his muzzle had taken a hold of his jaw, keeping it open and spilling even more liquids into it. Big Mac could do nothing but simply lay there and do his best to avoid drinking, but as his mind went drowsy, he found even that difficult. “M-MMPH!?!” Big Mac's eyes shot open as he felt something being inserted into his mouth. A thick, throbbing phallus slid deeper and deeper into his mouth, and finally into his throat. Despite it filling him up completely, Big Mac had no trouble breathing, except for his panicked state of mind. Whatever was inside of him, it tasted exactly like the green liquid, except just a bit more salty. For just a second, he contemplated licking it, but he quickly forced the thought out of his head. “What's wrong with ya?!” Big Mac berated himself in his mind. “It ain't... good! Ya don't... want this! Ya don't...” As he argued with himself, the second creature kept onto Big Mac's body, ready to strike. It, however, did not get as far as the first one. Rather than creep up his stomach, the second creature planted itself directly onto Big Mac's groin. In just a split second, its green, liquid-filled mouth wrapped around Big Mac's stallionhood, taking in his entire length with ease. The sudden stimulation and warmth absorbing his dick left Big Mac moaning into the mouth of the creature on his face. His tongue shot upwards and onto the lower side of the phallus inside of his mouth, sliding along its sticky surface. As he involuntarily licked the limb inside his mouth, it throbbed harshly, expanding his throat and leaking even more of its liquid into his stomach. Slowly, but surely, it started thrusting deeper, shoving itself deep into his throat. A memory of a particular family reunion flashed across Big Mac's inner eye, leaving a heavy blush on his cheeks. Although he knew whatever was thrusting into his mouth was no pony, he couldn't help but accept it, and even caress the phallus. The aphrodisiac in his stomach left him wanting more, and he moaned quietly as he caressed the limb inside his mouth with his tongue. While his face was being violated, the creature down below gripped his cock tightly, immediately covering it in the green liquid. Although no thrusting occurred, the pleasure was far more intense than anything Big Mac had ever felt; even at the family reunion. The whole which his dick found itself inside wasn't tight in the slightest, but the liquid seemed to clamp down on his penis, as if it were inside another pony. The heat, however, could never be matched by any other pony in Equestria. It caused his balls to stir and his dick to throb so delightfully, and Big Mac's mind was quickly lost to the pleasure. “Gosh darn, that's good...”, Big Mac thought. “Just a lil' to the right..” Big Mac's moaned soared through the orchard, muffled by the creature on his muzzle. The very thought of being found like this by his family had completely evaporated from his mind. In that moment, there was only the intense heat in his body, the phallus thrusting deep into his throat and gentle suckling on his dick. Each of the creatures still hissed, but as his body was filled up with the green liquid, Big Mac only heard the sweetest of moans. Had his hooves not been tied down, he would have gladly hguged the creature on his muzzle and held it tight. “M-MMPH!” Big Mac's eyes shot open in surprise as another phallus-like objected entered his body. This time, however, it did not enter his mouth, but rather another entrance far down below. Covered in the liquid as it was, it had no trouble slipping into Big Mac's well-toned ass, nor did it stop once inside. It thrust forward, filling the stallion up to the brim and gently massaging his prostate. He was given no time to adjust to the phallus violating his bum, as it immediately began thrusting into him. The green liquid stuck to his walls, lubricating him with each thrust. His body shook with each forceful insertion, and he loved every second of it. The aphrodisiac blurred his thoughts, and the haze covering his mind kept him smiling and moaning. Depraved as he was, he sucked and licked the phallus inside of his mouth as were it the sweetest of candy. Even though it thrust far deeper into his throat than he had ever experienced, he loved every moment of it. He dearly wanted it to go further, but the creature only went as far as every other thrust. Liquid kept dripping from the phallus, slowly filling his stomach and heating up his body to the point of boiling. Suddenly, both of the creatures increased the speed and ferocity of their thrusting. Their liquid-covered bodies slammed against Big Mac, causing sticky slaps to fill the air in the orchard. Along with the red stallion's moans, it was immediately clear to anyone what was going on under the cover of the trees. The creatures hissed, but all Big Mac heard was once again the angelic moans. As they had picked up speed, so did his tongue, and he sloppily ran it across the lower side of the thing inside his mouth. The encouragement seemed to work, as each lick caused the creature to thrust harder and faster. More and more liquid shot out of its tip, forcing Big Mac to gulp loudly every other second in order to get all of it down. Much to his joy, Big Mac noticed the phallus inside of his ass had started leaking as well. Each time it buried itself deep inside of him, liquid shot into him. It was immediately absorbed by his body, increasing the heat of the fire burning in his body. The vines around his hooves, too, seemed connected to this very act, as they tightened their grip. Whether the aphrodisiac was playing tricks on his mind or not, he did not know, but each of the vines seemed to throb as well. Big Mac couldn't handle a second more of the pleasure, and he moaned loudly as his dick exploded inside of the creature. Torrents of semen shot through his long, mottled cock and directly into the liquid-filled mouth. The creature below hissed as it absorbed his seed, drinking every drop of it. It cradled his balls, massaging them with the sticky liquid in its attempt to make him spell every last drop. As he rode his orgasm, both of the phalluses buried themselves deep inside of him; both his throat and ass. They throbbed and shook, causing intense pleasure to shoot through his muscular body. As if electrocuted, his body shook and twitched with delight, rather than pain. That delight, however, was quickly overridden as vast amounts of the green liquid shot from each of the phalluses and directly into his body. A strange, yet enjoyable, sensation of being filled flooded his body, and Big Mac lost all desire to move. He simply wanted to lay there and have his body be filled, licking and sucking the thing inside of his mouth. Slowly, each of the creatures lost steam, and the torrents of liquid came to a stop. For just a moment, both the creatures and Big Mac lay completely still, the latter panting and moaning quietly to himself. The attack seemed to be over, yet Big Mac silently wished for more. His was was ultimately granted, as each of the plant creatures hissed sharply and immediately set back into full aggression. Their thrusts continued, as did the red stallion's moans. As his throat and anus was violated, Big Mac's thoughts wandered to his sister. “Take all the time ya need, sis...”
