Fertile Ground

“Nggggggh!” Daisy picked up the tentaculous by the largest tendril with her teeth and plopped it inside of its new home in the greenhouse. Fortunately for Daisy, it was a very hearty plant and wouldn’t require the gentle manipulation of unicorn levitation. Spreading its side tendrils out to expand its base, it rooted itself to the center of the flower bed with its bottom tendrils. These really will be a fascinating study if I can successfully create a tame version! Assisting the tentaculous with covering its scaly body, she pronounced the transplanting successful.

“You sure were stuck in there good, little guy!” Daisy proclaimed with a smile as the plant waved at her benignly. Told by her parents as a young filly that talking to plants helps them grow, she’d taken to speaking to them when she was all alone in her greenhouse. She’d get weird looks from the other mares when they caught her doing it but she didn’t care.

Between herself and Rose, the former had the green hoof while the latter got her cutie mark from rutting and mostly detailed the customer-facing side of the business. By contrast, Lily’s background in botany began on a field trip out to the country where she encountered her first Lily of the Valley in the woods outside the metropolis of Hoofington — an event which earned her a name and a cutie mark. Far from signifying her love of flowers, she’d confided that her love was for the solitude they represented to her having separated herself from the group after being picked on by her classmates.

Daisy admitted that they were both good workers, despite their true passions being elsewhere, but neither of them matched herself for earth pony fecundity or love for botany. When it came to sheer growth factor, Daisy was a prodigy.

No time to get lazy here. I’m going to have to transfer a great deal of magic to have any luck of saving this little guy’s offspring. After removing her front two shoes, she reached into the bed with both forehooves, and stroked the thickest tendril, noting the coloration as she worked. Fifteen minutes had passed with little progress, Daisy's attention was broken by a loud clap of thunder and the sound of rain hitting the glass roof. She knew in the back of her mind it wasn’t supposed to rain that day and wondered about it, but returned her mind fully to the task at hoof.

Ugh! This isn’t working fast enough; It’s still too gray. I’m going to lose him if I don’t get more of my magic in there quick! At least she was enjoying the feeling of the plant’s supple hairs tickling the soft part of her hoof, the subtle throb from the initially sluggish transfer of magic from her body, and the fresh avocado smell that intensified with each stroke.

Unnoticed by anypony, a pair of beady red eyes looked through a window from the outside, holding an umbrella in one hand, peeking through a gap in the tables at the two, a wicked, one-toothed grin belonging to Equestria’s resident demigod of chaos. “Aww, how sweet! The little pony is trying to befriend the poor, suffering plants of the Everfree. I’m sure they’ll be the very closest of friends with a little… help.”

Discord snapped the claws from his free hand together carelessly, conjuring up a bag with which he scooped up a pile of buttery popcorn which had collected on the chocolate rain-soaked ground. “Or perhaps you won't even need my help, Miss Daisy!" He took a bite of the bottom of the bag, letting the buttery, popped kernels tumble to the earth. "I'd say there's more than enough chaos in your little friend to go around. But as much as I’d love to stay and watch, there’ll be time enough for it later. For now, I need to go deal with Twilight and her friends. Ta-ta!”

Discarding the rest of the bag which vanished with a poof upon hitting the ground, the Draconequus vanished — his work at the Ponyville flower shop complete.

“Oooh! You got hungry all of a sudden!” Daisy said playfully, as a sudden surge of power came through her hooves and into the creature. Soon she felt another, far more sensual ‘surge’ down lower on her body and was reminded of how long it’d been since she’d been with another pony. It's been so long. Too long! Ugh... Is this what I’ve been reduced to after years of going without taking advantage of a potted plant? Goddesses yes! Daisy, honey you need this badly, you know. “Well, that was... wow! That must have been the dark chaos of the Everfree burning off of him; at least I’m finally getting somewhere. Let’s get you — hah!”

Her words were cut off as the tentaculous pressed two of its thicker tendrils into the hollow of her forehooves sending both a surge of pleasure as well as wild forest magic through her body, causing a spreading warmth and tingling sensation throughout. “Oh, you are a hungry little guy, aren’t you?” A thin rivulet of nectar began trickling down from her winking marehood into the bed of dirt below as the surprisingly erotic surges intensified and a slick, green substance from the tendril’s tip began oozing out from her forehooves, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. "Drink your fill; Mommy has more where that came from!"

Thank Celestia everypony is probably indoors! I really, badly need this! “Oh, so you want some more, stud?” Daisy asked rhetorically, removing the shoes on her back hooves. Taking great care not to step on her new friend, she climbed inside the flower bed, kneeling on all fours with her belly in the soft, damp earth so that all four hooves were exposed. “Help yourself!”

The reaction from the tentaculous was instantaneous and predictable: four large tendrils found and began to greedily lick her hooves, devouring her surging earth pony magic hungrily as Daisy was reduced to a whimpering pile, all four hooves worked at once… and she had to admit that on the subject of hoofplay, this plant was the best she’d ever had — not that any pony could possibly do better! Smaller tendrils started tickling at her belly curiously, attracted by her warmth and vast magical power, two of it's slickened protrusions finding and locking onto her nipples when they sensed greater magical flow through them. As it absorbed more and more of her earth pony magic, the tendrils began to thicken and green up as Daisy drew out the corrupted magic in return, trading it for her own, small purple flowers that matched Daisy’s coat began popping up on its scaly flesh even as Daisy’s coat began to darken ominously from the corruption.

“Not such a little guy anymore are you? Mommy is going to take care of you no matter what!” Daisy said huskily as she felt herself nearing the threshold, amazed that it was happening from hoof and nipple stimulation alone.

Curious about the erotic source of the powerfully magical dripping fluid from its host and sensing a new reservoir of magic it could feed on, one of the smaller tendrils gave Daisy’s vulva an experimental swipe, starting along the clitoris and up across the lips, peeling one side of them back.

Daisy’s scream echoed across the closed-in space of the greenhouse, as she came hard into the center of the writhing mass. “Mommy loves you too, little guy!” she proclaimed rapturously.

Whether it could hear her or not, the tentaculous didn’t stop. It was now awash with Daisy’s magic, the finest meal it had ever known, and its hunger only intensified as it grew thicker still. Tendrils now wrapped up the mare’s legs holding it into place as it continued to feed on the magic from her hooves and nipples. Its tendril probes having detected an even more potent source of magic within her slickened love tunnel. Seeking easier access, another of its numerous limbs wrapped itself around her tail exposing her still dripping marehood and tail hole. Once she was properly exposed, its primary tendril — as thick as a mare's leg and coated with the same green lubricant that coated Daisy’s hooves — struck quickly into the gap, slowly working its way to the bottom of her marehood, as Daisy’s maresong threatened to shatter the glass around them.

“Harder, little guy! Harder! Mommy wants all of you inside her!” Daisy pleaded breathlessly as her coat darkened again and she felt herself climax once more, her love fluids adding to the plant’s own juices as it began pounding away inside her with a pistoning effect, recognizing the renewed surges of magic such actions produced.

Even as she screamed in pleasure — no stallion could ever be as good as THIS! — a smaller probing tendril, also slick with juice, found and went to work on the plump ponut beneath Daisy's tail, slipping inside and then slowly thickening, widening the opening to gain yet another conduit to the potent magic within.

Her eyes snapped open at the intrusion, but not out of fear or revulsion. “You can do it! Yes! Yeees!” Daisy’s eyes began to water from the initial pain which was quickly replaced by soothing warmth and an exquisitely slick pressure that made her whole body tingle. All that mattered to her was the survival of this wonderful creature’s family, and if her body served that purpose, then she didn’t care what it did to her even if there was a chance the tentaculous might tear her apart from inside.

And it would not, she would later reflect because it never harmed its host as long as there was more magic to be drawn. Being tucked in both orifices, the large tendrils pistoning her marehood and tail holes in an alternating manner, she came yet again, her eyes crossing, and sending another jolt of her earth magic into the creature, causing it to expand again.

It’s strength surging and wanting ever more of this incredibly wonderful and delicious source of magic it had found, the creature now wrapped itself around her fully, searching for other ways in. It found one, finding and plunging another tendril into her mouth; it’s slippery tip briefly dueling with Daisy’s tongue. Two smaller tendrils shot out from the base of the plant and into her puffy purple ponut, opening her even wider, leaving Daisy writhing in helpless pleasure as a fourth, then a fifth, and then a sixth orgasm ripped through her within minutes. Not even the sound of her greenhouse being destroyed around her as thickened vines sundered pots and overturned tables, spilling and scattering their contents could distract her from the ecstasy of each powerful thrust.

Outside, the frosted over glass left unshattered darkened and lit up as the sun and the moon rose and fell in the sky according to Discord’s whim as absolute chaos descended on the town of Ponyville, but Daisy was completely unaware of it, her eyes rolled back inside of her head — all the better to drink in the experience.

As she came for the eighteenth time, Daisy felt her body go limp from the mingled pleasure and pain, punctuated by the electric jolt of its fading corruption as she gave herself over fully to its will. She smiled blissfully, her eyes clouded with tears.

As Celestia is my witness, I’ll never go pony AGAIN!