Big Mac the Gardener

Mac felt the dripping wet petals moving all around his lips. He quivered, his mind swirling with the odd feeling. She's a plant. She feels like... like... I'm kissing Rarity. Almost. His head moved side to side a little as the petals nudged about his lips. He reached in with his tongue and danced it around a bit, trying the same moves that he would with a mare. The inside of the flower seemed as smooth and wet as he could have imaged, with him slurping up a filmy something like a sparkly powdered sugar.

After only a matter of seconds, Mac had gone into full, passionate making out. His head slid from side to side as he let out some small moans. Moist, smooth petals touched all over his face. The vines traveled all across his chest and belly, picking him up and placing him right in the air a few inches above the plant. He felt other tulips nipping up against his back and around his flanks. He broke the kiss, seeing that one beautiful flower closing its petals as it hovered down from his lips and rubbed along his neck.

"I ain't sure what in tarnation is goin' on," Mac muttered, glancing about as dozens of other tulips moved up across his body. "But I sure as hay am likin' it." Vines loosely swung up and down all four of his hooves. He felt nothing like captivity-- far more like seductive touching.

He made a half-scream as a dozen or more flowers opened up and started to nestle their petals along his fur. Kisses! Kisses! It's like every inch of me is being kissed! The contrast of the slippery green vines along his tough, muscular sides seemed totally amazing. He felt the alpha flower, the one apparently in charge of the rest, curl up against his cheeks like the stroke of a mare's hoof.

Over between his legs, he felt the flowers coming so close to touching him but still hesitating. They all hovered several inches away in the air. He looked down, seeing how hard his colthood had gotten, and he smirked. "Well, then, what'cha been waitin' for?" He turned to the right, looking at the alpha flower. "Why pausin'?" The whole plant pushed him farther up in the air a sudden, making him let out a 'oof'.

The alpha flower positioned itself right up above his eyes. It slid from side to side. Mac cocked his head, trying to think. Wow, I wish she could... ah... talk... The petals opened up. He looked down his belly again and he vines slipping across his sides as well as tulips waiting just above his colthood. Something's wrong? What did Zecora say? He flashed back through her cryptic words. Magical love? That the plant needs to reproduce soon, with its life getting short? He suddenly realized it all as the alpha flower kissed his forehead.

"Consent," Mac said. He whistled, clopping his front hooves together. The vines slurped up and down his legs as he moved. "She ain't wantin' to molest any ol' stallion, human, zebra, or any that comes her way. Of course not, she ain't that kind of girl. She wants full and complete consent, leading to a happy... uh... pollination." His eyes followed the alpha tulip as it shook up and down. "Well, then, sugarcube..." He made a short sigh, petting alongside the tulip's side with his hoof. "You got it. Mind, heart, body, and soul. The answer is 'yes'. I'm happy to pop your, ah, flowery cherry."

He heard such an odd noise. His ears flopped, sensing something like a soft set of squeaking sounds like from a scooter's horn being touched. He opened his mouth to say something back, but the alpha tulip immediately kissed him once again. He closed his eyes as he held its vines with his hooves.

Smooth, wet petals wiggled across his colthood. He shivered, making a low groan. Two flowers opened up and kissed his tentacles, cradling them in such a delicate way. Vines and petals swirled along the shaft of his rod. He pressed against the alpha tulip with both hooves. He couldn't think of anything in his entire life like the strange sensations. Pleasure just overwhelmed his mind, coming from all across his body as the endless tulip kisses went on.

So slippery... so wet... so slippery... so wet... "Praise Celestia," Mac muttered. The alpha tulip broke the kiss, and he saw his thick saliva trailing off from inside the petals and dripping along his neck. Oh, gosh, I want her. But it's so weird. But it's so wrong. Jolts of joy burst up his sides as the smaller flowers ran their petals along his colthood. He watched with baited breath as the alpha tulip slid down his chest and belly. It swirled around, and it poised itself right atop the tip of his throbbing hard colthood. "Oh, sweet goodness, she's... really gonna..."

He made a half-scream as the alpha tulip slithered over his colthood. He felt her petals enclosing over the head of his thing as her rubbery wet stigma rubbed up against the tip. Sheer pleasure rocketed up his insides. It felt unbelievably weird but also unbelievably wonderful. The petals curled around, milking him. Smooth, gentle touches bathed every last inch of his colthood.

Mac had long prided himself on how long he could last-- a fact chatted about from mare to mare at lunch after lunch. Yet he couldn't control himself. The constant simulation hurled him right up to the line already. He buckled, feeling his sticky pre-cum leaking out already. Four flowers all wrapped around his sack, kissing them more passionately and tenderly than he had ever felt from a mare. The vines constricted along his colthood. Pleasure after pleasure piled on inside his mind.

He made a long, embarrassingly feminine whine as the alpha tulip seemed to start sucking. Her petals gripped him so snugly. The vines got tighter as the kisses seemed to get messier and messier. Finally, he felt her stigma pressing against the tip of his rod. He sensed something like dozens of little fireworks of pleasure going off.

Mac could take no more. He let out a loud, huge moan as he sped right over the line. He emptied himself into the alpha tulip, spurting inside every last drop of his cream that he could. He kicked with all four hooves, feeling the vines trying in vain to keep him under control. Sheer bliss filled every last corner of his mind, sending him into a pure paradise. He took a deep breath as he smiled.

The plant gently moved him down, its vines propping him up along the soft green grass. Flowers and vines softly curled off of his body. He remained pretty still, simply panting hard. He took his sweet time climbing down. Holy sweet hay! I haven't felt that good in months upon months! Rarity eat your heart out!

Mac glanced over, and he saw the flowers returning to normal, staying still as if they were any other plant. The vines dug back underground amidst a pile of leaves. Still, the alpha tulip stuck out two feet in the air, swaying from side to side a little. Mac smiled even wider as he saw his thick, white cream dripping across the top of the petals. The tulip enclosed tightly, determined to keep every last drop. The yellow marks along the pink sides seemed to turn even darker, shining with a now golden-like color. Oh, shoot! She's actually blushing!

"Awwww," Mac muttered, standing up. He blushed as well, his strong red cheeks somehow becoming even redder. He still felt totally energized and happier than he had been for so long. He stepped over and rubbed his hoof delicately along the side of the alpha tulip. It turned to his side, shaking up and down. "Well, I'll see you again soon."

The alpha tulip slunk down and buried itself amidst the pile of other tulips. Golden sparks of some kind of magic flickered across the whole plant. Mac shrugged. He waved as he turned around. He eyed the rabbit-like hole out of the clearing.

"I guess she's getting pregnant now?" he asked to nopony in particular. He tried to force all of the weird thoughts out of his mind, and he headed off. Blast it, Zecora! You need to level with me on how this all is supposed to work. He dug his head into the dirt hole.

The world turned black. He heard a swirling sound, and ended up being knocked forwards. He blew out a deep breath and wiggled his head. He found himself lying down in the same familiar riverbed as before. Zecora, I need some more info on all this... oddness. Ugh. He stood up and shook the water off of him. It's all so weird. Such mysteries everywhere with that zebra. He could at least take solace in one fact. Gardening was definitely his new favorite hobby.

To Be Continued...