Rose By Any Other Name

by LilyBlossom

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Random, Adventure, Sex, Flower Ponies
Length: 3794

Just another typical day tending the garden for Roseluck! That is until she stumbles upon a mystery ailment affecting her plants. What can she do to help them? (Yes, this is clop.)

The flower trio live a comfortable life in Ponyville, running their small flower shop. Daisy, Roseluck, and Lily together take turns caring for their lovely plants, with only the occasional bunny catastrophe, aphid invasion, or other disasters.

Today, it's Lily's job to watch over the plants while her other two companions are out. What seems like a typical day of chores suddenly turns into quite the adventure as the mare happens upon another mystery of the world of botany.

WARNING: That mature rating is there for a reason. Tentacles. Questionable Consent.

Published 2014-11-24 22:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-24 22:50:06 UTC

Rose's Luck

Roseluck’s flank bounced up and down as she walked through the back of the little shop in rhythm with some little tune that was drifting in her head. The music consumed her as she worked to water the flowers, erupting as she started humming past the watering can in her mouth. Just some song she had heard on the radio, but it had a catchy enough beat that it made her duties even more enjoyable. By the end of her watering routine, she had launched fully into the song, the lyrics echoing through the now closed flower store.

“Where are you now that your words come from so far away?
Where did you go, when will you be here to stay?
Give me some love, my dear sweet mare,
I remember your soft coat, your long flowing haaaiiir.”

The last word lingered in the air as Roseluck abruptly became aware of her surroundings and with a quiet embarrassed giggle, she stopped her singing and quickly finished watering some very dry petunias. Well, that was very odd indeed, she thought to herself. Hadn’t she watered them just this morning? She stepped back and examined the flowerbed more closely, poking her hoof into the dirt. Dry. Far too dry. The water trickling down the freshly watered leaves was the only source of moisture, and it looked as if the poor petunias had been sapped just as dry.

With a confused tilt of her head, Roseluck looked over the nearby flowerbeds, which seemed to be in just as bad of shape. Had her sisters been forgetting to water the plants? Surely not, they all took turns for years, and no one ever missed a shift. She slowly trotted down a line of dry, brittle looking plants, their leaves starting to curl upwards as if begging for attention.

“Alright, now this is getting weird.” Roseluck shook her head as she stared at one collection of daisies she could have sworn she watered just tonight. No, she was certain of it. She prodded one of the leaves and gasped as a single water droplet fell to the soil and seemed to vanish, as if some force were pulling it away faster than the soil could absorb it.

This situation was far more than she could handle alone. She shook her head and started heading back to the storefront. Daisy and Lilly were just out fetching dinner. They should be back before too long, and once Roseluck explained the situation, they would tackle it as a team. Surely the three most experienced flower ponies in Ponyville could figure this out.

“Oh!” Roseluck stopped abruptly and turned around with a little laugh. She was getting a bit ahead of herself and had left her trusty watering pail behind. She trotted to the little patch of dirt she had set it down and immediately froze. The watering pail was turned on its side. An uneasy feeling crept up her spine as she prodded it with her hoof. The pail moved just slightly and she screamed in fear, making a break for the door.

Wasn’t the door right over here? Roseluck’s eyes scanned over the flora and she realized she was lost. This was impossible considering she walked the paths every day and knew this building better than even her sisters. Did she? As she looked over the garden, dark shadows loomed in eerie patterns and everything seemed to be covered in a thick haze. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw movement. Just a quick slither of something, but she panicked and started running again, no real destination in mind other than away!

Her breathing was becoming heavier and heavier as she ran around seemingly in circles, nothing looking familiar in her panic. She was very much aware that she was becoming tired. Her pace slowed to barely a trot as she feebly felt for the door, but it was useless. She finally collapsed onto a patch of grass, groaning as she saw her watering pail. She really had been running in circles!

After a few moments of heavy breathing, she struggled to right herself, intending to make another break for the door, but something was very wrong. The world spun as she found herself lying back exactly where she had been previously. She also noticed that her breathing was calming. Before she knew it, she no longer wanted to run, she just wanted to lie down and breathe in as deeply as she could. There was a certain sweetness to the air, and she couldn’t get enough.

She giggled and rolled onto her back, practically giddy by this point. What was she even doing? Enjoying the plants, of course! She smiled at the petunia and waved a very heavy hoof at it.

“And how are you doing this evening, Mr. Petunia?” She spoke very politely to the plant. “You look a bit dry. I should try to fix that.” She reached lazily for the watering pail and blinked in surprise at what she saw. A thin vine had wrapped itself around the pail and was pulling it away from her.

“Hey!” Roseluck called after the vine, her voice silly with not a hint of alarm to it. “That’s mine, and Mr. Petunia is very thirsty you know. Are you the one who has been stealing all his water? That’s not very nice you know… Hey!”

She gasped as the vine started dragging the pail even further from her, and leaped towards it. In her hazy senses, she missed by quite of distance and laughed as she rolled over onto a bed of foxgloves.

“Oh, dear me, I’m sorry!” She bowed politely to the foxgloves and attempted to right their stems, giggling as they flopped back over onto the ground. “I guess that’s not going to work… Huh?”

She turned around to a short tapping against her flank to see the vine from earlier looking almost impatient as it slithered back to the pail, dragging it along once again. Roseluck shook her head and again took chase, though her gait was casual without any sense of urgency. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you back here before. Did Daisy bring you in? That silly girl is always picking up strange plants from Celestia knows where. I once caught her with some poison joke she had dug up from the Everfree Forest. Can you believe that?”

Either the vine could in fact believe it, or it simply was not listening, because it ignored her words and picked up its pace, causing Roseluck to dash after it. The pail wasn’t the reason she wanted to follow now, she was legitimately curious and strangely attracted by this vine. Something about it called her through the haze that still kept her feeling strangely happy and feeling free and fearless.
Roseluck suddenly stopped in her tracks and stared. She had found where the vine had been leading her, and she certainly was not disappointed. In front of her was the most beautiful plant she had ever seen. It was like a wiry tree with long overhanging branches that swayed as if caught by a stray wind, despite being inside. The branches had the most beautiful pink flowers Roseluck had ever seen and one deep breath confirmed that this was the source of the sweet scent she had previously smelled. She stood transfixed by the sight of the plant, gasping as the branches moved together in ripples, with every movement they shone brightly, as if putting off their own light. As Roseluck slowly moved forward, she realized they were! The flowers themselves were illuminating the entire plant, its bark shining with the most vibrant blues and greens Roseluck had ever seen. The whole scene seemed surreal, and she felt as if she were floating.

One look down, and Roseluck quickly discovered she was floating! The vine that had led her to the tree was no longer alone: it had brought friends while she was staring at the tree, and they were lifting her up gently into the air towards the strange flowers. Roseluck vaguely realized that she should be terrified, but the smell of the flowers had settled her into an even deeper sense of calm giddiness. She gingerly reached out a hoof to poke at the flower branches and gasped in awe as they glowed brighter in response. She rubbed her face against the blooms and was rewarded by a feeling of warmth washing over her.

She smiled peacefully and gave a proper look down at the vines that now kept her suspended in the middle of the branches. There were so many of them working as one unit. They felt so soft, even when she squirmed against them, but nothing would make them give. Not that she wanted them to, of course. She felt perfectly contented despite her situation. “Now, this is what you wanted to show me? There was no need to steal my pail, I would have come gladly if I knew this what you were leading me to.”

The vines again did not respond, but the rest of the tree did. The branches gave one quick shake, their gentle flowers giving Roseluck the most relaxing feeling as they washed over her. Her muscles began to relax even further as little shots of tingling electricity invaded every one of her limbs, causing her to sigh heavily. Even in her contented haze, she began to wonder what the purpose of all this was. Surely the plant did not just exist to please her?

She noticed a few new vines snaking their way up the ones she had already grown accustom to being wrapped around her and watched them curiously. They moved in front of her face and she gave them a silly smile, noticing that they were a bit thicker and more solid. “And just what are you planning on doing?”

Roseluck soon found out. They spread out over her body and began giving her the deepest massage of her life. She found herself groaning in pleasure as they kneaded out knots in her muscles she never knew existed. She relaxed even further into their touch, finding a new vine coming up just in time to catch her lulling head as she reached even higher levels of comfort.

As another vine crept up the coil of its brethren, Roseluck paid it no attention until it was gently poking at her backside, in between her thighs. She lifted her head in confusion to look back at it, but the massaging vines doubled their efforts and any care she had slipped away once again.

Once she settled down, the vine resumed its prodding until it found its target, Roseluck’s already slightly moist marehood. It slipped in easily, resulting in a soft squeak from the mare as she fought the vines to turn back in slight alarm. Just what was that vine doing?

She barely had time to react as it released a serum into her insides. She gasped in surprise as it coated her walls with a sticky, warm feeling. She squirmed against the vine’s grip, suddenly unsure about all of this, but her struggle was useless. The vines had too strong of a hold over her, and she barely had the strength to give more than a few movements before she relaxed back into their embrace.

The vine that had been inside her slipped out just as suddenly as it came, and she was left to wonder what all of that had been about. Her mind slowly faded back into the previous haze as she inhaled the sweet smell of the blooms and closed her eyes, once again becoming peaceful. She tried to shake a strange thought that began in the back of her head, but it quickly became more impossible to ignore. The feeling spread from inside her where the vine had been over her entire body. A warmth complied with an excitement that left her panting and squirming again, this time out of eagerness. She moaned softly as she tried to move her forelegs back towards her aching sex, desperate for some sort of touch.

The tree seemed to shiver, its branches once again moving gently, as it released another long vine, this one with a bulbous end which glowed even brighter than the flowers. Roseluck’s eyes were immediately drawn to it, and in her need, she tried to pull herself to it, but that quickly proved unnecessary. The vine twirled itself around Roseluck, using her back legs for support as it brushed against her sex, sending shivers over the mare. She moaned loudly, begging for more, but it continued to tease her, rubbing against her button with a low hum. Roseluck’s hips bucked as she pressed herself backwards towards it, her body shaking from need as she whimpered for more pitifully.

Finally the vine seemed to respond to her pleading and plunged deep inside of her, causing her to gasp excitedly. It was smaller than a stallion, but seemed to rub against all the right places, as if designed for her body specifically. Her gasp became a groan as it started to buzz and vibrate, sending shivers of excitement all through her body. Her hips rocked back, pushing it even further inside of her, its rough texture pairing well with the naturally slick walls of her insides. The feeling nearly set her over the edge, but the vine was far from finished. It started moving of its own accord, making wet slurping noises as it plunged deeper into her marehood, causing Roseluck to cry out in loud bursts of excitement.

One of the vines that had previously been holding Roseluck in place slipped out of formation to press against her clit, the excess dribbling making it plenty slippery. Roseluck felt her body tensing up and cried out even louder, her voice echoing over the entire garden. The vibrating vine started redoubling its efforts, buzzing even louder as it shook her entire body as she reached her climax. Her orgasm sent waves of pleasure in the most intense experience of her life, her juices overflowing as she closed her eyes in complete bliss. She shivered as a sucking motion suddenly shook her insides, but she was too content to be bothered by it. The vine siphoned every last drop from her orgasm before slipping out, causing Roseluck to give one final shiver before collapsing from exhaustion.

The vines pulled away and gently lowered her to the ground, a few stray branches washing over her as she closed her eyes. Every muscle relaxed once again, and her breathing began slowing down to a peaceful pace as she slumped over, lost to the world.

“Rose?” Lilly stared in shock at the sight in front of her, her legs already starting to shake in fear. She had come running at the sound of Roseluck’s screams, but now that she saw the scene before her, she immediately regretted it. She turned to run, but her legs refused to respond. With a yelp of surprise, she collapsed onto her stomach, her hooves suddenly the consistency of Jello.

The vines wasted little time in scooping Lilly up in a tight hold, providing the support her legs had failed to do. She struggled to free herself, but her attempts were pathetic at best.

“Rose, what’s going on? What is this thing? Help!” She yelled as loudly as she could, but her screams fell onto deaf ears as Roseluck had fallen into a deep slumber. If the plant holding her heard, it failed to respond, instead continuing to steadily lift the pink pony higher into the air.

She gasped loudly as the single white flower she kept behind her ear fell from her and drifted slowly towards the ground. The mare reached for it almost instinctively despite her situation and completely missed the thicker vine snaking its way up the others until it rubbed at her private region.

“What? What are you doing?” Lilly cried out, suddenly very much aware of the intruder in her personal space. There was nothing she could do as she felt it slip in, the vine wasting no time in penetrating her as it quickly released the same serum that had previously subdued Roseluck.

Lilly gasped in surprise at the feeling inside of her, the sticky substance coating her walls thickly as the vine slipped out again. She wiggled her rump to try to dislodge the liquid, but it was far too viscous.

“Just what have you got me into, Rose? When you wake up, I’m going to give you a good talking to. You don’t just yell random nonsense like that. Use real words when you’re in danger! Something for me to go off of! ‘Help, I’m being attacked by a crazy personal-space invader! The plants have got a mind of their own!’ Or something like that! You know…”

Her words started to fade as she was suddenly washed over by the most particular feeling. Her limbs began to tingle as she felt a very specific warmth start up in her nether regions, quickly spreading to her whole body. She could almost hear a click in her mind as she gave the mare on the ground a sultry look.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here now. You were just having a little bit of fun with the plants weren’t you? You naughty girl, Rosey. Keeping this bad boy all to yourself.” She moaned pleasantly and waved her hoof as well as she could with her bindings. “Bring it on, buddy! I want more of that stuff!”

As if in response to her words, the plant brought up the same vine, but this time, Lilly was ready for it. Even through her muscles relaxing through the serum, she was able to snatch the vine up before it travelled to her lower half and redirect its path to her mouth. The vine seemed to not be able to tell the difference in the orifices and dove straight in, causing Lilly to moan in pleasure as she sucked gently on the tendril.

She was rewarded by more of the liquid squirting into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, feeling its warmth spread down her throat and throughout her insides. Having released its load, the vine started to retract, but Lilly was having none of that. Her lips caught the vine as it pulled, sucking it deeper down her throat.

The vine only struggled for a moment before obliging Lilly’s desires, only pulling itself back enough to plunge back into her mouth, almost getting stuck in the serum still clinging to Lilly’s throat. She moaned in pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves down the vine, causing the whole plant to shudder. It responded by sending up two more vines as Lilly continued to give the first proper treatment.

These two vines aimed to please, each snaking their way up Lilly’s back legs as they lifted her tail, one poking her swelling vulva. She gasped in surprise as it began to rub against her entrance, the vine in her mouth almost getting lost. It quickly recovered, pushing itself back down Lilly’s throat as the vine against her behind did the same.

Her moans came even louder this time as she was penetrated by both sides, the suddenness of it all sending her into a quick orgasm. She shivered as she felt the vine siphon out the juices that flowed as a result, her walls automatically squeezing together as if to keep the vine from escaping. It had no plans to, however, continuing its efforts the moment her shudders ceased.

The vines doubled their efforts after her first orgasm, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She felt the vine in her marehood begin to vibrate as she struggled to spread her legs further apart, letting the tendril go as deep as it could. Her walls shook with the strength of the vibration, every area stimulated more than she ever had been before. Only a few minutes of this treatment and she found herself once more on the brink of orgasm.

As if waiting for its chance, the third tendril that had been waiting patiently at Lilly’s rear entrance made its move, borrowing some excess juices from Lilly’s second orgasm as it plunged itself into her back door. Lilly’s scream was muffled by the vine shoving down her throat as all three tendrils had their way with the mare. Her whole body shook with their strength as they took turns thrusting themselves deep within her body. She felt as if she could barely contain the force of their plunges, but her excitement was once again building.

Lilly’s entire body shuddered as she neared her third orgasm, every inch of her on edge as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Her walls closed in tightly against the vines tending to her rear entrances as the tendril in her mouth slid out just as she let loose the loudest scream she could produce.

Her orgasm was so intense that her insides felt as if they were exploding; her hooves were pulled up against her body as every muscle tensed up at once. A warm clear liquid shot from her, quickly scooped up by the vine that had previously been in her mouth. The rest of the vines rode out her climax until it finally subsided, cleaning up every last drop that came out of the mare.

Lilly passed out before the vines even began to lower her, gently placing the pony beside her sleeping companion as they slowly dragged themselves back. Even they seemed to be exhausted by the effort of pleasuring the two ponies.

Another figure timidly peered out from behind a plant and smiled sheepishly. Daisy stepped out from the brush and looked over the sleeping forms of her two friends and coworkers with a guilty grimace on her face. She walked around them uncertainly, watching the plant slowly make its way back to its base. It paid her little mind, slithering back as she watched after with a shake of her head.

“Well, um. I see you met my new friend. Sorry girls, I guess I should have told you about him.” She giggled softly as she pulled out a couple of blankets to place over the two mares. “I’ll explain everything after you two get some rest. It’s a lot to take in the first time, I know.”

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a comment if you liked it. If I get enough of an interest, I might continue this and make a series out of it. This is actually my first fanfic, so any feedback is appreciated.