Ponyville Overrun

In 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.