New Sensations In Procreation

Celestia’s sun rose, casting its golden rays across the room. The light crept further and further into space, eventually coming to rest upon the sleeping form of a pony in its bed. The light slowly stirred Fluttershy from her slumber, forcing her to place a hoof over her eyes to effectively shield herself from the sun’s early rays.

She groaned as she tried to roll over, attempting to escape the harsh light, but try as she might she just couldn’t move. Her body was sore like she just ran for miles at a dead sprint the day before. Since she couldn’t roll over and she couldn’t hold her hoof up for long, she settled with laying her foreleg over her face, hooking it around her muzzle to hold it in place. With the light completely blocked off there was nothing to keep her from a few more hours of sleep.

Unfortunately the world had other plans. Her rest was rudely interrupted again by a sudden lurch within her stomach. The brief movement caused her to gasp in surprise and minor discomfort as it rocked her frame again. Now fully awake she brought her attention to the source of the movement.

She stared, mouth agape, as she looked down at her now massive stomach. Where it had once been flat and slim, it was now so massive that her hind legs were being pushed apart slightly from its size. As she continued to stare, the memory of how she ended up in such a state came rushing back. She remembered the strange slime creatures that Rainbow Dash had found, and now those creatures were inside her and had apparently multiplied.

Her recollection of last night’s events was cut short by another sudden movement that pulled her down the bed slightly as it focused itself between her legs. Fluttershy’s eye rolled back as the slime moved again, causing a spike of pleasure to surge through her. The slime was apparently trying to make its way back out, but in doing so was further arousing the pegasus.

For reasons she didn’t know why, Fluttershy rolled onto her stomach, propping her ass up in the air, her rear legs parted and tail raised, displaying her already soaking slit as it winked with every thrust of the slime inside her. She could feel the slime make progress down her canal as it wiggled and lunged, its progress now made even slower by the mare’s contracting walls.

Fluttershy grabbed one of her pillows and buried her face into the soft material as she placed her hooves around it in a tight hold. She moaned with increasing pleasure as her walls were stretched again. The slime’s efforts at escape causing her body to rock slightly. To anyone watching it would seem like she was with some unseen stallion, slowly and passionately making love to his mare.

She felt a slight jiggle within her as the creature exited her womb. The feeling drawing out a strong moan from her lips as the rate of her pleasure increased twofold. By now she was breathing heavily as the tip of the slime began poking out from her folds, stretching them slightly with each passing moment. The creature began thrashing about more and more as it tried to remove itself from her body, only to cause the mare to clench down around the with even more force, her body reacting to the increased pleasure. Soon, enough of the slime was out of her canal that gravity started pulling it down and out of her.

Just as it started to fall, the slime slid across her the sensitive nub of her clit. The moment it made contact with the nub of sensitive flesh, Fluttershy’s whole body locked up. Her breath caught in her throat, her vision was turning white at the edges and her limbs refusing to move. The only part of her that seemed to still work was her heart, which was now beating a mile a minute. Even her sense of time refused to register as the creature slowly moved across her nub. What happened next was analogous to lighting a cannon.

The moment the slime broke contact with her clit, her body seemed to explode with pleasure. Her breath came back in the form of a powerful, pleasure filled scream, her vision going completely white for a moment despite having her eyes screwed shut. Her heart felt as if it was about to beat out of her chest. Her inner walls clenched together so hard and so fast that she ended up spraying a jet of fluid halfway across the room as her orgasm blasted through her.

As she came down from her high, she stuck her head between her forelegs to look at her stomach which, while smaller than it was before, was still quite large. And that’s when Fluttershy remembered that there were three more of those creatures inside her. As if to confirm her realization, the next creature began thrusting itself against her cervix as it tried to leave her body.

The second creature’s journey went by much more quickly, as her tunnel had been stretched by the first’s efforts and her previous orgasm had coated her walls in plenty of slick fluids to help it along. Again, she felt the creature leave her womb as it traveled down her canal and, again, her pleasure began to build. When the slime had reached her opening her pleasure was about to peak again, but instead of letting the creature out she clamped down with her muscles and the creature was unwillingly sucked back in. As it was forced back within her body, it slid straight into her g-spot, once again opening the floodgates of pleasure and forcing the slime back the other direction.

The creature left her body with a wet pop as it landed at the foot of the bed, having been practically launched from the panting mare’s sex. Fluttershy let out a few ragged breaths as she came down from her second high. Looking down again she saw her stomach still quite large, but much less so than when she first woke. The two slimes she had just birthed crawled up beside her, one of them nuzzling her cheek.

She smiled, extending a hoof out to pet the creature. Again she felt the thrusting of the next slime, only this one was more forceful, causing her to grimace and hiss through her teeth from the discomfort. As it thrust again she felt another immediately following it. Unknown to her, the two slimes still inside her were the newly created ones, neither one of them having experience and both wanting to be the first ones out.

The creatures fought to best the other at breaking out of their fleshy prison, both forcing themselves against the small opening within the mare. They pushed and shoved each other for purchase on the ring of flesh, opening it slightly more with every attempt. Fluttershy felt the struggle inside her, the two slimes’ eagerness which at first brought pain was now fueling a third rise in pleasure.

With one coordinated push both slimes found purchase at the passage, both wedging themselves through her cervix at the same time and stretching the ring further than the other two had by themselves. Fluttershy cried as both slimes fully left her womb and made their way to her inner passage, neither one giving ground to the other as her walls strained to contain them both.

As one creature moved, the other would try lunging ahead. Together, they created an alternating shuffling motion within her, sending her pleasure to new heights. Fluttershy’s breaths became heavy as she tried to help the creatures along, pushing with what strength she had left. Despite the pleasure they brought her, her walls were only meant to stretch so far. The first two, while still large enough to strain her passage, did so only just. Now there were two making their way through her in tandem.

She felt the mass of them begin to reach the end of their journey, as they pressed against her hips from the inside. She pushed again, but to no avail. While the slimes had left her womb with relative ease, the passage had been meant to stretch. Now with both creatures side by side her pelvis was preventing them both from passing at the same time.

She pushed again, spreading her legs apart even more to try and give the creatures more room, but again they refused to budge. She relaxed for a moment to try and catch her breath and pushed again, this time with more force. As she pushed she twisted her body and hips. Hoping to catch an angle that would let them pass.

She pushed one last time, putting as much strength into the act as she could muster. She held the pressure for a few seconds when she felt the slimes shift forward slightly, then began moving forward slowly. The physical pressure between her hips was almost unbearable, but somehow the discomfort added to her pleasure as it neared its peak once again.

As she continued to push, the slimes began parting her slit as their journey neared its end. Her once small opening was now being stretched apart wider than her hoof by the combined form of the two slimes as they continued to struggle. With one final push and a powerful scream of pleasure and pain, the two slimes were forced from her body, landing on the sheets of the bed.

The exhaustion and euphoria of birthing the slimes caused Fluttershy to lose her balance, falling over to the side where her momentum carried her off the bed and onto the floor with a dull thump. As she lay there panting and gasping for air, three of the slimes hopped down next to her while another disappeared somewhere else into the room. Moments later she could hear the tap in the bathroom sink start running, only to shut off a second later. The three creatures beside her had positioned themselves behind her head and began pushing her up into a sitting position. As she started to catch her breath she placed her hooves behind her to keep herself propped up. The three slimes moving beside her as the fourth crawled its way back to Fluttershy, a glass of water nestled on top of it. It brought the glass to her and pushed it up and out, presenting it to her.

“T-thank you.” Fluttershy said shakily, still trying to sate her lungs’ cry for more air. She grabbed the glass in her hoof and downed the water with just a few gulps, the normally plain and simple drink now an absolute delight to the tired mare. As she placed the glass down another glass was presented, this time by one of the other slimes whom had at some point fetched the glass after the first one returned. “And thank you, too.” Again, she downed the glass, finishing with a refreshed ‘Ahh’. As she set the cup down she noticed the slimes were looking at her, as if waiting for something.

“Oh no, I can’t, I shouldn’t have in the first place, I-” She stopped and noticed one of the slimes shaking the appendage it used to imitate a head was shaking back and forth. “Oh… that’s not what you were going to ask?” Again, it shook its head.

“Well, what were you asking?” The creature cocked its appendage to the side in thought before giving a sharp squeak. It crawled up next to her and pointed itself at her.

“Me?” She said curiously, pointing a hoof at herself. The slime nodded and slid back before bouncing up and down and squeaking happily.

“Happy?” Fluttershy guessed, the slime halting its dance as it furiously bobbed its limb. It then went over to the other three and indicated to them with a broad swing of its appendage before pointing at itself awkwardly.

“You?” This time all four nodded.

“Me, happy, you. Me happy with you. Am I happy with you? Is that what you’re asking?” The slimes nodded once again and leaned in closer, eager to hear her answer.

“Well,” She began, “I shouldn’t have agreed to do that in the first place.” The slimes looked down letting out a sad groan as they did. “But, it did feel really good.” She added sheepishly, a furious blush creeping into her cheeks as she lifted a hoof to try and hide behind as the slimes bounced around, pleased that the mare had enjoyed the act.

The slimes halted their joyous bounding when the clock hanging along the wall began chiming. Fluttershy looked over to the device and about lept into the air trying to get up.

“Oh no, we’re supposed to meet Twilight right now. Oh no no no no, she’s gonna think something is wrong. Oh I don’t want her to worry.” As she started trotting to the stairs she stopped and winced, the activities of both last night and the morning leaving her sore between her legs. She slowly started moving forward again, allowing herself to adjust to the discomfort. As she reached the bottom step she heard a series of soft thumps behind her. Turning around she saw the four slimes coming down the stairs with varying levels of success.

Two of them had opted to steadily descend the stairs on at a time. Another was bouncing several steps at a time and the last one was rocketing down the steps, barely touching each one before slamming into the floor below and meandering about in a dazed fashion. It quickly righted itself and joined the others as they collected themselves into the saddlebags Fluttershy was putting on. With all four slimes in her bags, she headed out the door and down the trail toward town.

“GET BACK HERE, YA THIEVIN’ VARMINTS!” Three small rabbits bolted out from a bush, each holding a juicy red apple as they fled from the angry owner of the fruit they had just stolen. Not two seconds behind, Applejack lept over the bush, dead set on catching the fruit snatching rodents. Her day had been going well so far until she caught sight of them sneaking the fruit from one of the first bushels of the day. Now she was going on ten minutes of sprinting after the thieves, a testament to earth pony endurance and her own physical fitness.

The entire time she had kept close to the trio, but was never quite able to close the gap. They whipped around trees and through bushes in a desperate attempt to lose their pursuer, but the mare was determined. No one stole anything from the Apple family, especially not their very namesake. The trees were slowly getting thicker and darker, a change that Applejack failed to notice. She had her target on lock, and nothing else mattered except retrieving the fruit of her labors.

As the rabbits ducked through another bush she prepared herself for a running leap. She planted her front hooves just before the bush, brought her rear hooves up and with the strength that years of apple bucking can grant she lept into the air, clearing the shrub easily and landing cleanly on the other side. She caught sight of her targets almost immediately. Their flight was hampered by a pair of large fallen trees, and they ran right into the pocket they created.

The rabbits were trying to climb over but the thick trees were too big to jump over and by the time they had tried to double back, Applejack had blocked off their escape. The trio backed into the corner, desperately searching for an out as the mare slowly approached.

When she was close enough she leaned right down in front of them. “Ah want mah apples back.” She said commandingly. “Ah’m gonna give you to the count of three, and I want those apples on the ground and you gone. One.” The rabbits refused to budge so Applejack got down even closer, glaring straight at them.

“Two.” Still nothing.

“Alright, you asked for it. Thr-” Her final count was cut off by a loud and powerful groan, like that of a massive tree, as it starts to fall.

“What in tarnation was that?” Applejack asked as she snapped her head up to try and discern where the sound came from. Finally getting a look at her surroundings she noticed that she had followed the rabbits into the Everfree Forest. Quite far in by the looks of it. As she looked around she noticed the two trees that blocked off the rabbit’s escape looked like they had been pulled down, then run over by something huge. She also noticed that the rabbits had taken advantage of her surprise and had vanished without a trace.

“Consarnit.” She swore under her breath. She wanted to pursue them, but she had a new problem to worry about -- getting out.

“Alright AJ,” she reassured herself slowly walking backward with her head held down, “Just turn around and go straight and you’ll be outta here in no time.” She took another step back when something grabbed her back right hoof and yanked it out to the right, pulling her off balance and to the ground.

“What in tarnation!?” She looked at her leg and caught a brief glimpse of a small pencil thin vine wrapped around it, before it spun her whole body around and started quickly dragging her backward through the brush.

Applejack tried grabbing anything to stop herself and after several attempts she hooked her foreleg around a thick root of a tree. The sudden stop almost popped her leg from its socket. The vine continued to tug but the root and her grip refused to give. “Ha! You ain’t gittin’ me that easily.” She mocked slowly pulling herself up and over the root. She was almost over when a second vine wrapped around her other leg and pulled, the sudden force caught her off guard, causing her hold on the root to fail. Within seconds she was again being dragged through the foliage.

Applejack frantically tried to stop herself, resorting to digging her hooves into the ground if just to slow her down. She burst into a clearing as the vine quickly changed direction, pulling her up into the air several feet. She screamed as the ground quickly retreated from her, reaching her hooves out to the earth begging it to come back. Applejack was never one for heights. She had been on Twilight’s balloon and up to Cloudsdale once, but there was just something unsettling about not having a hoof on solid ground.

The vines held her upside-down in the air as she flailed around. She looked up and saw the vines attached to her, each wrapped several times around each hoof. She followed the appendages and saw they were actually the branches of a very large willow tree with a large flower-like object resting where all the branches began to spread out.

Several vines began to move toward her as she continued to flail, the first two vines still holding her tight. One vine moved out farther than the others and brushed against her side, trailing through her coat aimlessly, causing her to giggle as it tickled her.

“Q...qu...quit it!” She begged swatting at it as another vine did the same sending her into a fit of giggles. Then another, and another, and another. Soon she was assaulted by vines gently caressing her coat. One vine in particular was getting very close to something private, but Applejack didn’t notice until it made contact.

“Hey! Get away from there!” She commanded, doing her best to curl up to get a better reach and smack the vine away. It moved away for a second before moving itself to a position she couldn’t easily reach and continued its exploration. It slid over her mound gently, brushing against it slowly eliciting a pleasured moan from the mare.

While the touch felt good, Applejack was less than pleased. Here she was getting molested by a tree in the middle of the forest and there was nothing she could do about it. The vine poked between her lips, its small size and smooth texture allowing it to easily penetrate.

“Gah! GET OUTTA THERE YA DARNED WEED!” She screamed as the vine pressed further. She curled up again to try and swat it away, but her position offered her little chance. She moaned again as she felt the vine twitch inside her, poking around and tickling her from the inside. She could feel the slow rise in pleasure between her legs, and as much as she hated to admit it, it felt good.

Slowly the vine pulled out, taking along with it some of her juices, letting them drip back down on her body. Another vine snaked its way up and around her tail, sliding itself between her cheeks. Applejack was growing frustrated as the plant continued to touch her in such ways. The vine traveled between her flanks, rubbing across her rear as it moved. Suddenly it stopped and backed up, resting its tip against the opening.

“Oh no you don’t.” Applejack warned, but the vine paid no attention as it pressed forward and with little effort, wormed its way into her. Applejack winced slightly from the intrusion. She never had anything back there before and it stung just a bit. Again the vine poked around inside her, writhing around before pressing further in. After only a few inches the vine reversed itself and pulled all the way out as Applejack shuddered at the sensation.

The vines holding her moved her closer to the main trunk as the petals of the large flower began to open. Inside was a large structure, similar in shape to a tall necked vase with a base big enough to hold a pony and narrowed into a chute as it went up that was only a few inches across by a few feet tall. As the vines brought her closer she could smell a sweet aroma coming from the plant.

The structure in the middle jiggled slightly as something began to move inside it. Applejack watched as out of the top of the long neck the plant sprouted another smooth vine, larger than the others, but still only slightly more than an inch wide. It snaked its way into the air, more and more of it emerging from the plant until several dozen feet were coiled around in the air. The tip of it moved closer to her, slipping between her legs as the appendages holding her spread her legs apart, giving more room to the new arrival.

Applejack watched as the vine slid between her cheeks, coating her rear in a thin layer of slick, clear slime. One more time she tried to bat away the molesting vines, placing as much effort into the act as she could. She smacked the new limb, causing it to recoil in pain as a loud groan echoed from the tree.

“AH HA! Gotcha!” Applejack rejoiced having found a weak point in her captor. Her victory was short lived as two more vines shot out and bound her forelegs, drawing them sharply behind her back, preventing her from attacking again. As if enacting a bit of revenge the new tendril placed itself back at her rear entrance and instead of slowly entering like the last vine, it instead thrust itself inside, quickly going further than the previous vine had before stopping.

The sudden penetration caused Applejack to cry out in pain. She slowly acclimated to feeling as the vine just sat inside her and soon the pain dulled to a sore pressure. All the vines had stopped moving as if daring her to move again. With a hard swallow, the mare accepted that the tree was in control. If she hurt it, it would hurt her. The best thing to do was to accept it, lest she be injured.

When the plant felt she would no longer resist, it pushed again with the main tendril, sinking almost a whole foot of the appendage inside her. It would stop for a moment, allowing her body to adjust slightly before pressing forward again. Applejack watched as more of the vine invaded her, an odd pressure building in her gut. She watched as a small bulge began creeping along her belly, showing where the vine was as it snaked back and forth within her causing her to grit her teeth at the discomfort.

Soon several feet had been forced into her and the pressure in her stomach along with the weight of the vine inside her were becoming unbearable. Her stomach had swollen greatly, small ridges and bumps caused by the vine pressing against her flesh, all of them pulsing each time the vine moved. Every thrust rippling down the vine until it reached the tip. The pressure and fullness made her moan like she had eaten a whole Apple family buffet and still the vine moved deeper.

As the act went on her body fell limp, gravity naturally forcing her to stare at the ground as she relaxed as much as she could. She was suddenly aware of a dull pressure in her chest, followed by the bitter taste of bile and her salivary glands working overdrive like she was about to be sick.

The bitterness was quickly replaced by a sweet runny sap that leaked from her throat as the pressure made its way up her gullet. She felt something press against the base of her tongue as her air was blocked off. With another pulse of the vine the tip shot out of her mouth, leaking massive amounts of the sweet fluid.

“Oh Celestia it’s gone right through me.” She thought in amazement, eyes rolling back as the vine slowly wiggled about in the open air. The vine stopped moving and drew back into her mouth and down her throat, allowing her to breathe once more. Applejack sucked in as much air as she could, choking on some of the sap left behind. The vine in its entirety began withdrawing at a quicker and more steady pace than it had entered.

Applejack let out a loud moan, the sensation of the entire vine moving through her all at once sending shivers through her body. As it continued to withdraw, her stomach began returning to its normal shape, slowly being freed from the burden of the invading appendage.

Suddenly it stopped with several feet still inside her. Applejack wanted it to continue, and not just so it would be out of her. The feeling of it dragging through her was shockingly fueling a deep seated ball of pleasure, and it was so close to bursting.

As she hung there panting, she heard a noise from the flower’s center structure. Looking over she saw several large bulges traveling down through the vine currently seated in her bowels. If she were to guess, she would say they were close to the size of an apple. The vines holding her spread her legs even more and angled her into a position so that her rear was opened up to allow easier access.

The first orb made contact with the ring of muscle and the mare suddenly realized how big it actually was. It pressed firmly against her ass, slowly and painfully opening it up, but never enough to pass through despite the force it applied. Applejack groaned in pain as the orb drew back and slammed forward. Again it could not pass the tight ring, but made slight progress. It repeated itself. Draw back, press forward. Back and forward. After several attempts Applejack had tears forming at her eyes. The pain of the forceful battering and the wrongful pleasure that had yet to be dealt with reaching her limits.

“Ah don’t think it’s gonna fi-AHHHHH!” The orb slammed itself forward with such force that it breached the ring, the sharp and intense pain sending a shock through her body as she screamed. Having the whole vine in her was one thing, but with the sudden insertion of something so big, her body reacted and the ball of pleasure shattered sending her body into an orgasmic spasm, the pain and pleasure mixing as one as her pussy sprayed her juices in the air only to fall back and shower the mare in her own pleasure.

The orb pushed deeper into her, traveling down to the tip of the vine. Another orb soon pressed itself against her, and like the first, shot forward into the mare’s abused rear as she screamed in masochistic delight. Another soon followed. And another, until soon the orbs were able to advance with little effort, each one sparking an new wave of ecstasy in the mare. They stacked against each other inside her, their mass stretching her stomach out for a second time.

Soon the steady flow of orbs stopped and Applejack was able to focus slightly. She looked to her stomach and saw how bloated it was. She lost count of how many were in her, but she thought it was just over a dozen. The vine itself began to move again, but the orbs barely budged as it retreated. With a wet squishing sound the vine finally left her body, her rear left slightly gaping as it tried to reform to its old shape. She hung there, her body weak, sore and exhausted as she took note of the new weight inside her. She barely noticed that the tree itself had lifted itself up from the ground and was moving through the dense bush, felling small trees as it moved. Eventually her body gave up, slowly dragging the mare into unconsciousness.

Applejack awoke several hours later. She was lying in the grass and as she groggily looked around saw she was on the outskirts of the orchard. Slowly she got to her hooves, her limbs struggling to keep her up. She could feel the heavy weight of the things inside her as she moved, weighing her down and giving her the appearance of a mare several months with foal.

“Damned plant.” She swore under her breath, groaning from the fullness within her and the soreness between her flanks as she made her way through the orchard step by little step.