Fertile Ground

by AJ Aficionado

Rating: mature
Tags: Lily, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Flower Ponies, Random, Discord, Roseluck, Daisy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 13993

The Flower Trio go about their lives as usual, until Discord is freed from his prison of stone. Set during the season two opener "Return of Harmony".

***Re-edited for 2020***

A slow but unremarkable morning at the Ponyville Flower shop found Daisy hard at work in the greenhouse trying to cleanse a species of Everfree plant life of corrupted magic. Meanwhile, Roseluck and Lily were at it again: the former trying to get the other laid, and the latter trying futilly to communicate her feelings for Roseluck; a mare well known as Ponyville's most prolific lover of stallions. All in all, it was shaping up to be a fairly typical day in the flower pony household...

Which just happened to be the day Discord returned.

Set during the events of Return of Harmony, this story is a prequel of A Gentleman's Price but prior reading is unnecessary. Inspired by my editor's description of Discord's return in Five Star Service.

WARNING: Contains futa, transformation, tentacles, submission/domination themes and earplay.

Edited by Firesight. Artwork by Why485.

Published 2015-09-15 14:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-08 23:23:27 UTC

A Day Like Any Other

Fertile Ground

By AJ Aficionado

“I’m sooo bored!” Roseluck shouted, her face to the sky with forelimbs outstretched in growing frustration at the futility of waiting for customers that never came.

On a good weekday, the Ponyville Flower Shop would enjoy decent traffic throughout the spring and summer months with major traffic on holidays. But today, for some reason, there was absolutely nothing. Even traffic on the main dirt road — visible from the front yard of the shop where she and her two friends lived — was noticeably diminished.

Roseluck looked out at the main road once, twice, for what might have been the hundredth time in the last hour for her boss, Daisy, to make an appearance to no avail. Roseluck sighed, running a hoof through her sweaty pink and red mane, idly looking around at the colorful flowers stacked up on shelves and benches in clay flower pots and vases.

Her cream-colored coat of hair, normally such a boon when it came to attracting stallion attention, soaked up the heat of the day like a cast-iron skillet on a rangetop. The buzzing sound of tiny wings beating rapidly over her head made the young mare, snap to attention, following the progress of a tiny, flapping dart over to a vase of red roses. There, a juvenile male ruby-throated hummingbird began to drink from one of the dark-red blossoms.

“Lucky you, getting some action out here!” Roseluck said wryly to the little bird, winking at him. “Guess you’re my only customer, little fella…”

She shook her head in disgust, desperate for a change of scene. Turning her attention to the other mare inside the greenhouse on the other side of the yard, the restless mare resolved to abandon her hopeless cause. Bored out of my skull and haven’t bothered Lily yet today, so I may as well help her get everything ready for Daisy’s project. Certainly, be a more productive use of my time than sitting here!

Her decision made, Roseluck climbed down from the wooden stall she sat behind after first securing the bit box containing the day’s miserable sales inside a drawer. Pausing only to stretch her stiff limbs, she trotted the twenty feet to the greenhouse and up a knee-high concrete ramp, opening the clear glass door.

The sweet smell of over a hundred different varieties of flowers greeted her nose. Under normal circumstances, the small glass building was divided into large, dirt-filled containers on tables each holding a different variety of flowers, all laid out in an efficient grid to make watering and transplanting into pots much easier. Today, the center row was gone. The three ladies had pushed back the containers the day before to leave a gap for a single huge, shallow concrete bed that stretched from one end of the room to the other, roughly fifteen feet long and six feet wide.

Lily Valley, the small, pink-coated mare with golden blonde mane frozen into a tight bun by liberal amounts of hairspray looked up at her friend from one side of the dirt-filled bed, her eyebrow ridges furrowed. “Rose, what are you doing? Daisy told you to watch for customers!”

“I give up, Lily. Nopony is giving me any action out there, so you’re my last hope,” the beautiful, yellow mare ran a forehoof through the pink part of her mane, seductively, tracing a suggestive arch around her left ear. “Not even the hummingbirds will have me! Whatever shall I do?” Roseluck licked her lips slowly, gazing at her flustered friends with hooded eyes as Lily’s heart skipped a beat.

“Ugh!” Lily stomped into the dirt as she struggled to regain her composure. Rose would often come and taunt her reclusive roommate with her perfectly color-coordinated body, long neck, and glorious feminine curves. Lily knew better than to take her roommate, a notorious stallion-aficionado seriously, but often found Rose getting under her pink fur all the same. “How long has it been then? A week? A couple days? Please tell me you can go more than a couple days without rutting!” Lily forced herself not to think of the image of a stallion mounting her from behind and...

“Rutting? Whoa, Lily, get your mind out of the gutter!” Roseluck laughed at her friend’s discomfort. Still smiling, she gestured toward the huge flower bed, “I just figured I was more useful here than at the cart selling flowers to nonexistent customers and freeloading hummingbirds. Sooo… do you need help with anything?”

Lily sighed. The sad thing was, she suspected that Rose was utterly ignorant of the true effect she was having with all her teasing. That was how it had always been for Lily in her mind; she was invisible, unimportant — most of all to the mares she’d fallen for. Whether they were not of the fillyfooler persuasion or simply contemptuous of the small, shy mare's awkward advances, none would show her affection. Or worse, they would openly mock her for feeling something as natural as the desire for the company of another mare. It also didn’t help that Roseluck considered all other mares beneath her notice, no match for her looks or skill at seducing stallions.

“No… I’m okay, Rose. I just need a few more bags of humus. Daisy will be able to take care of the rest of the purification with her earth magic.”

Roseluck nodded. “Fair enough. Still, she really ought to let us help with… whatever it is.” The yellow flower pony made a face.

For once, Lily agreed as she shuddered involuntarily. “Anything that comes out of that forest should be set on fire! And we certainly shouldn’t be breeding it!”

“Zecora uses stuff from the forest all the time,” Roseluck replied matter-of-factly. “Who knows, Lily? If we pull this off, we might all become famous around Equestria. Stallions from all across the land will want to know about the ravishing, rose-stamped, red-head and her adorashy lily-stamped friend.” Rose put a foreleg to her chest and posed for a gaggle of imaginary stallions looking on.

Lily raised a hoof to her mouth and made a gagging sound.

“You’re going to make me have to rut all of them myself, aren’t you? Well… if you insist, Lily. You’re making me the greediest mare in all of Equestria by doing so; but if it spares you the nightmare of talking to somepony else, I’ll happily do it for you.” Roseluck gave an equine curtsy to her friend.

“Of all the ponies to move in with…” Lily suddenly didn’t want to know if she wanted to laugh or cry.

“Come on, you know you love me, filly four-shoes!”

Lily turned her face towards the window to hide her teary eyes and furiously blushing face from Rose. For to hear it spoken so truthfully, even in jest, was simply too much for the shy mare to take.

For once, Rose seemed to pick up on her roommate’s distress. “You okay, Lily?” she asked in real concern. While it was fun to tease her fellow flower pony and see how far she could push things, Lily was difficult to gauge in even the most ideal situations. Push her too far, Daisy had warned her more than once, and her fragile psyche would buckle. I just don’t get her. If she would only tell me why she acts like this about sex…

The clopping of hooves outside heralded the long-awaited return of Daisy, pulling the old wooden company wagon carrying a load covered with a length of green tarp. Without thinking, Roseluck turned her attention towards the door and opened it for her third roommate, manager, and landlord — an exotic-looking, purple-coated, earth pony mare with a vibrant green mane and tail.

“Thanks, Rose," the mare thanked her co-worker as she crossed the threshold before turning to address her properly, a mischievous smile across her face. Pursing her lips as if in thought, her expression turned suspicious. "Say... why aren’t you at the flower stand where you’re supposed to be?” Daisy asked testily, her eyes stern.

“I told you, Rose!” Lily chimed in, like Rose, having missed Daisy’s half-smile she'd poorly managed to disguise.

After shooting a disgusted look at Lily for siding with authority, Roseluck turned to face her boss, a forehoof raised defensively. “Hey, come on, you two! Who am I supposed to be waiting for? I haven’t seen a customer in hours.”

Daisy’s eyeridges disappeared into her curly, lime-green forelock. “Oh, I see how this works. So… you’re telling me the reason you aren’t doing your job is that… you don’t have a job to do?”

Rose blinked. “Daisy, I’m just sayin’...”

Daisy cut her off with a wave of her hoof, now fully absorbed into her role as taskmaster. “You’re saying that me paying you to watch the stand isn’t motivation enough to do your job? Perhaps you’d like some time off to do your own thing?”

“Daisy, come on!” Roseluck pleaded as she suddenly worried she was on very thin ice, her voice rising an octave, approaching shrill.

Lily bowed her head and ears, looking guilty — as much as Rose got under her fur sometimes, she still didn’t want her punished for offering to lend a helping hoof. “Daisy, she was just trying to help me.”

“But of course she was, sweetie!” Daisy said heartily, her smile replacing her stern expression, betraying a tease of her own. “And since I need to concentrate on our newest plant, you’ll both be getting the rest of the day off with pay once I get my little friend set up inside the flower bed.” She nodded back at the covered cart behind her.

Lily gave a sigh of relief as Roseluck facehoofed, cursing herself silently for taking the boss mare seriously. “Your little friend?” Roseluck asked.

“Perhaps I should say ‘my super-important project assigned to me by The Royal Society of Canterlot Botanists’, but that does sound rather pretentious,” Daisy replied with a smile before unhooking her yoke and stretching her aching back with a relieved sigh.

“Come off it! Why are you sending us away? If it’s such an important project, we should be helping you out!” Roseluck stomped a hoof angrily.

“I’d say yes, but... “ Daisy shook her head before pulling the tarp off the cart to reveal a large pot containing a green-gray, hair-covered, plant covered with dozens of long tendrils; its appendages waving slightly as if it were alive and searching its immediate surroundings for something.

Lily shrieked immediately, Roseluck catching her as she went dizzy from fright and nearly fainted. “What in the name of Cerberus' little brother is that Tartarian monstrosity!?” the latter asked for both of them.

“Hey, you wanted to help!” Daisy replied heatedly, her face flushing at the thought of where her friend’s imagination must be going. “If you must know, this is an Everfree Tentaculous: a thermogenic plant species that lives off of the chaotic and corrupted energies of the Everfree. Unlike most thermogenic plants, this one requires corrupted energies to pollinate instead of insects, using its warm blood as a means of survival in an unstable climate. A fully-grown tentaculous can burrow up to one-hundred feet away to find its next source of magic and when it does, it latches onto it and sucks its magical energies dry!” Daisy grinned indecently. “And when it’s done with those energies, it re-releases them back into the forest in the form of its seedlings, which then spread those energies around to ensure its own future food supply, corrupting everything they come into contact with.

“I think I’m going to be sick…” Lily finally found her voice; even Rose looked appalled at the revelation.

“As to what I was saying about you not being able to help, my job is to wean it off of its corrupt magic for the purposes of breeding a species that can survive outside that nasty forest. To do this, earth pony magic is necessary. The thing is, by the nature of the tentaculus, only one earth pony can do the job for the tentaculous to be able to fertilize its seeds and bare uncorrupted spawn.” Daisy’s ears drooped. “Tentaculae have evolved to resist the very salvation I offer by rejecting more than one source of energy at a time — even when it’s hungry — until it has completely drained the first. This greatly reduces its chances of being tricked into eating harmonious magic, like ours, and die before it can spread its seeds. Sadly, the specimen here will not live for much longer outside of its defiled habitat, so I’ll have to act fast if there’s any hope for its offspring to survive.”

Roseluck listened, her mouth open in shock. Leaning a shivering and still unsteady Lily up against a convenient table, she spoke up, “Why!? Why do we want that thing creeping around outside the forest? Isn’t it bad enough that thing exists at all? If that thing starts growing wild all over Ponyville, I will never sleep again!”

Daisy looked at her friend with a pitying expression. “Rose, it may not be attractive to you —” Daisy gave the plant an objective look “— or anyone else really, but it is a living creature: A magical being that must be studied and understood, not cast off as useless. Are we not magical creatures ourselves?”

“Ugh, you might be the first earth pony to take the ground too seriously!” Roseluck grumbled, sarcastically. “But honestly, why do we need to domesticate this thing and risk it destroying Ponyville? Hasn't this poor village suffered enough?”

Daisy gave the rose-themed mare an exasperated sigh and gestured to the forest beyond the edge of town. “Do you not understand that every living thing in that forest is magical or influenced by magic? The corrupted tentaculae propagate the dark magic of the forest by absorbing and then enhancing and re-spreading the corrupted magic it feeds on. But what if we changed its food source to good magic? If we can teach it to feed on that, it would then enhance and spread that magic around! Instead of corrupting its surroundings, it would cleanse them instead! Given enough time and enough purified tentaculae, we could reverse the process of Everfree corruption! Given everything we’ve been through in the past year involving that monster's nest of a forest, wouldn’t you try anything at this point?” Daisy glowered at her friend, daring her to answer with anything other than ‘yes’.

Rose’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “I get it. Just so long as it doesn’t destroy our village to save it,” she muttered skeptically.

Daisy snorted irritably, twitching her tail as if to rid herself of a nettlesome fly. “Look, just make tracks out of here, and take Lily with you. I’m going to be taking up the entire greenhouse for a while. Oh, and you may as well close up shop; ponies are staying indoors today, anyway. Most of the shops in town were shut down too; Celestia knows why. Too hot a day to be spent standing in a line, I suppose.” she shrugged, none of the three immediately noticing the pink clouds that were starting to gather overhead.

Not too hot for me to be standing outside suffering in it though, Roseluck groused internally. I should have gotten the entire day off and already picked up a stallion by now. Roseluck cringed hard as a tentacle lazily waved past her nose. "You're sure you don’t want any help with this at all?”

Daisy’s expression softened. Rose could be at a bit dense at times, but she always meant well. “You ladies have worked hard for me and deserve a break. Don’t worry about me, just go enjoy yourself. But Rose? Try not to overdo it, okay? Take frequent breaks to eat, drink, and breathe oxygen. And don't let the stallions raid my fridge and eat all our food. You got all that?” she added with a suggestive grin.

Roseluck’s expression brightened. “Yes, ma’am!” The grinning mare gave her boss a mock salute and placed her other forehoof on her terrified friend's shoulder. “Let's go get tucked, sister!”

Lily remained unresponsive until Roseluck gently nuzzled her on the cheek causing the suddenly very aroused mare to snap to attention. “Come on, Lily, it’s a day off work! Do you want to stay here with the hideous plant monster or join me and go find out where everypony in town is hiding?” When she got nothing but a stunned look from Lily by way of reply she sighed, “Come on, let’s go get a drink. If we do, there’s even a good chance you’ll actually get seen by somepony!”

Lily absent-mindedly touched the spot Rose had nuzzled in a daze. In a moment of horror, she took in a whiff of her arousal, a unique floral scent.

Looking up, Daisy gave her a wink and mischievous grin. “You lucky mare! With Rose at your side, you’re sure to attract interest! So go on, Lily, get out and have fun for a change.”

Getting no sympathy and her face aflame, Lily followed Roseluck out the door, wanting only to go hide in her room for the next week.

Daisy shook her head and smiled as they departed, Rose all but pushing Lily along. Those two are so cute together! I still can’t believe she hasn’t figured out that Lily has a crush on her yet. Can she not even imagine there’s sex without stallions involved? Daisy sighed, already knowing the answer. If I didn’t go picking up after them like their mother all day, I’d teach both of them a thing or two about loving another mare. After reviving them with smelling salts, that is!

Before she could return to her work, however, she caught a glimpse of a pink cloud floating lazily in the sky over the trees that separated her property from the road. Pink clouds? And just what are the pegasi playing at today? She stared for a moment more before shaking her head, deciding the weather was not her department and therefore none of her concern. Unwilling to leave the safety of her property to the stallion-obsessed mare and her reclusive sidekick, Daisy wheeled the flower stand into the greenhouse and then locked the door behind her.

Discord's Dirty Deeds

“No!” Lily grunted through gritted teeth, pushing back with all her might.

Roseluck pushed the recalcitrant mare forward down the road by her head, the latter leaving four, long ruts in the dirt road. “Lily, you read enough comic books. We are going to do you the biggest favor of your life whether you want it or not!”

“But, I don’t want anypony, I’m fine!” Lily lied, digging her hooves in harder.

“Horseapples!” Roseluck replied irritably, her neck starting to get sore. “I can’t even remember the last time I’ve seen you smile. Nothing helps with that quite like drinking booze and rutting until dawn so that’s what we’re going to do.”

Lily’s pink cheeks turned a deeper hue. “But… but… you can’t go to a filly bar, Rose! That’s just wrong! Wait, what am I saying? I can’t go either! Pleasepleaseplease just let me go home…” Lily whimpered pitifully.

“Just a couple drinks and you are free to go; all I want is for ponies to know you’re in the market, as it were. Like Daisy always says, you can’t do business unless you advertise!” Roseluck stopped to rest, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

“It’s useless Rose, n-nopony back in Hoofington thought I was pretty enough to talk to and no one here will either…” Lily hung her head, staring resolutely at the road as she sniffled.

Rose gaped at her in disbelief. “Lily, that’s nonsense! You’re an absolutely beautiful mare —” Rose’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what she had just said, taking a defensive step back “— no fooler!”

Lily jerked her head back up at the strange expression. “No what?”

Rose took a deep breath. “No fooler: it means, I’m not trying to be a fillyfooler, just being honest with you.” Roseluck smiled awkwardly as she spoke.

Lily turned away from Rose, scowling as she trudged up the road towards the filly bar under her own power. “Thanks… I think.” Nice one, Rose. That wasn't insulting in any way!

“Does this mean you’re walking yourself the rest of the way there, because I’d really appreciate that!” Rose breathed a sigh of relief and trotted up next to her friend working a kink out of her neck as she went.

“Let’s just get this over with, okay?” Lily said miserably, her head and ears bowed as they walked onward to certain doom.

*****

An hour later found the two mares walking home in silence, Rose having apologized a dozen times to no effect.

How was I supposed to know other mares would find ME attractive too? I thought fillyfoolers had a sixth sense for who swings which way!The rose-maned beauty staggered slightly as she walked, having been bought one too many by the gaggle of amorous mares intent on bedding the popular flower vendor leaving Lily all but entirely ignored. Having made it home, Rose gave one last try to break the ice. “The important thing, Lily, is that you tried.”

“Oh, go away!” Lily spat bitterly as she ran inside the flower shop and up to her room, turning her face away to hide her tears.

“Lily, that wasn’t what I was trying to do! It was just...” Rose called after her, her voice trailing off as she realized her roommate could no longer hear her. "Darn it, Lily!" She stomped the dirt furiously before following her into the house at a slow walk. If she would have just talked to the mares at the bar, she could have gotten one of them! she shook her head in disgust at her friend’s reluctance, stopping at her bedroom to grab her brush. Well, fine… at least ONE of us is going to get lucky today! she contented herself with the knowledge that there was still time to get laid herself, wondering idly which direction through town would lead to the quickest and most satisfying sex.

*****

Behind her locked door, Lily Valley lay crying in her bed, her head buried in her pillow, cursing herself as a herd of long-limbed rabbits thundered past beneath her window, pink clouds above starting to release their first sprinkles of a liquid that left odd brown drips down the pane. “Why can’t I stop feeling for her? She doesn’t love me, she’ll NEVER love me!”Lily punched her lily-patterned pillow and sobbed away.

A voice spoke in a horrible, girly simper as if to answer the grief-stricken mare. “But she could, Lily! She could love you as a stallion!”

“Wh-What!?” Lily looked up at the pot of white lilies she kept on her bedstead and beheld a terrible sight: a creature with the head of a goat inside one of the blossoms. The room began to spin, but she did not pass out, much to her surprise. As the room finally began to right itself, the color from her coat began to dull, and her eyes became fixed on the goat's head. “A stallion? Could I become a stallion… for her? I would do anything to get her to notice me...”

The voice spoke once more in a deeper voice etched with playful malice. “I can do soooo many things, little flower pony. And that includes making her do more than just notice you. All you need is just a little something extra to bargain with and some assertiveness training to seal the deal. And as it happens, I’m giving them away for free today!” he snapped his fingers once and Lily felt a very odd magic wash over her, leaving her momentarily dizzy. “Now go on! Your lover is waiting!” The goat gave a sly grin, revealing a single, crooked fang before poofing into nothingness, leaving a very ordinary pink and white lily blossom behind.

Who… who WAS that? Lily’s suddenly clouded thoughts pondered only briefly. And what did he mean…? She got her answer when she felt an odd weight low on her belly, looked down and gasped, finding between her legs a very large half-erect and mottled shaft with a bulging medial ring nearly two-thirds of the way down its length. I’m… I’m a stallion?

Surprised, she reached a leg back to search to explore her nether regions finding her diminutive marehood, and just below it, a huge, heavy, and exquisitely taut pair of brown tufted orbs packed with the seed of life. But that's impossible! part of her tried to protest, but she felt no revulsion or fright, only curiosity… only an increasingly burning desire to explore it…

And use it.

She began to experimentally stroke its rigid length, surprised at the sensations suddenly running through her along with the trickle of liquid out its tip. Reaching the delicate head, she gave it a gentle grasp with her soft inner hoof and squeaked loudly as an electric shock rippled through her, a surge of pleasure that made her shiver. I had no idea they were so sensitive! Climbing down from her bed on four uneasy legs, she looked in her dresser mirror and abruptly realized to her that she’d grown a few inches taller as well. And yet, despite the girthy funnel of stallion meat dangling beneath her belly, she still had the rounded physique of a typical mare.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she considered the odd creature’s words. She could love you as a stallion… the suddenly stallionhood-equipped mare repeated to herself, the thought bringing a fresh surge of blood into her new organ, now reaching nearly halfway up her belly. Seizing on an odd idea to conceal her newly-acquired appendage, she went to her closet to put on a frilly white dress that hadn't seen use since her high-school days. All in due time, Rose...

*****

Up in her room, Roseluck looked into the bathroom mirror critically, her brush resting on the surface of the sink. She hadn’t minded the mares of Ponyville seeing her in such an unkempt state, but stallion-chasing called for one to look their best.

Shame I have to work tomorrow or I’d have time to pick up a Canterlot guardspony. That leaves me with four options: north to the Post Office... always great sex to be had there! Fit and healthy pegasi and even the occasional bat pony courier. The thestrals will be sleeping though... bummer. They're tapered bathoods feel majestic when they're going up my tailhole! Mpfh!" Roseluck's marehood quivered at the thought. How about east? Lots of roustabouts sure to be working at that new construction site. Definitely my easiest option but I can do better, darn it! I'm not a fifteen-year-old filly anymore. I want an actual challenge!

Casually tossing her red and pink mane to see if she’d gotten all the tangles, Roseluck pronounced her work done and started on her tail. I suppose there's the bar out west. That's definitely a challenge. Definitely a quality over quantity affair. Maybe a little too challenging... and they're going to buy me more alcohol too! I need to think of my poor liver or I won't live to see forty. What about the south? There's always the buckball courts... Celestia, help me, the buckball courts... Roseluck had a vivid flashback and wave of nostalgia recalling her brief time living up north in Detrot with her sister when she's turned eighteen. A cheaper, more easy way to pick up a worthy male on short notice, Roseluck could scarcely imagine.

Fit, healthy stallions getting worked up to a lather and competing over me? I like the way that sounds! Shame there aren't any zebras living in Ponyville yet aside from Zecora. They always make sex so much more interesting than our lot! Her decision made, she stopped the drain on her kitchen sink, dunked her whole head in and turned the knob.

She summoned a stream of lemonade which ran cool and sticky down her scalp for a moment before she caught on.

“What’s happening?” Roseluck called out in bewilderment to no one in particular, the brush slipping off the top of the sink and clattering to the floor.

“For shame, Missy! Do you think nothing of your friend in her time of need?”

Roseluck whirled around to face the source of the masculine voice and into the beady red eyes of the draconequus she’d seen as a filly on an elementary school field trip encased in stone, his horrible face frozen into a confused mask as Luna and Celestia — The original Elements of Harmony — petrified him. Before her panicked mind could even remember its name, the mixed-up creature of goat, chicken, and dragon, spoke again.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself, my little buttercup!” Conjuring up a buttercup in his hand, he offered it to the stunned mare with his chicken’s claw only to have it wilt. “Hmph!” Discord flew the flower away in disgust, which disappeared in a puff of smoke. “I… am Discord, your immortal leader, and lifestyle coach, and I am here to point out your shameful treatment of your dear friend, Lily!”

Roseluck’s head began to swim from the chaotic magicks given off by the strange beast. The color from her mane and coat began to dull, and a freshly rising panic seized her mind that strangely had little to do with the mismatched creature in front of her. “Lily… Valley? What’s wrong with her?”

“Oh, so she does care!” Discord complained to no one in particular, with an irritable gesticulation of his mismatched limb. “Well, you could have fooled me, getting all gussied up for some stallion, while your delicate little marefriend stays back at home, crying for her beloved Rosie.” He finished speaking in a quivering, pathetic voice, his clawed hands clutching the sides of his goat’s head in a passable impression of a certain pink mare. “Ohhh, won’t somepony pleeease think of the Lily?” he struck the same horrified pose Lily often did, standing on his hind legs and putting the back of his paw to the side of his head.

Lily… needs me…? was suddenly all Rose’s clouded mind could think, then she abruptly burst out sobbing at the thought of leaving her alone in her room with nothing but comic books to keep her company. “Lily! Oh, Lily, I’m so selfish!” Roseluck bolted out the door without a second thought, leaving the smirking draconequus behind.

“My chaotic work here is done. Arrivederci!” Discord called out before snapping his fingers, leaving behind a small pile of popcorn on the floor where he'd vanished.

Chocolate Rain, Vanilla Stream (Lily and Rose: Part 1)

“Lily!” came Rose’s voice and a knock at the door. "Lily, please open up!"

Oh, horseradish sundae surprise! “Hang on, Rose! I just need a minute.” Ngh! Come on! Lily carefully tried to zip up the bottom of her dress, but her thick now-flaccid stallion member kept getting in the way and she wasn’t about to find out what it felt like to tear it open! Having managed the herculean task of pushing her phallus up through the hole and sealing it away without sustaining an awkward and life-threatening injury, she opened the door to Roseluck, waiting patiently behind it.

“Oh, hey!” Roseluck said conspicuously, nervously smoothing her forelock. “Wow! You're looking good there, Lily. Were you planning on going out? Not that that'd be a bad thing if you did but..."

"Rose..." Lily replied breathlessly. "Rose, wasn't you going to be going out?"

Roseluck bit her lip suggestively and traced a hoof lazily across the pink lock of hair caressing her long ears once more. "Yeah, I did say that, didn't I? And I wouldn't mind going somewhere so long as it's with you Lily, but... I just can't think of anywhere I want to be right now other than right here... with my best friend! Who needs those old stallions anyway! Psh!"

Roseluck knows! She can smell the lure of stallion dangler on me somehow. And she probably doesn't even know it's happening! Lily felt it, the first glimmer of hope since she'd been a school-aged filly. The feminine embodiment of sexual prowess had locked on with her irresistible emerald gaze. Lily's stallionhood twitched excitedly against her belly.

Lily had become the hunted.

"Stay here... w-with you, Rose? I'd love too!" Lily savored the feeling of dealing with the intimidating mare on a level plane, looking straight into Roseluck's eyes as an equal for the first time in her life, equipped with all of the bounty nature could give her to pleasure Rose as an equal too.

Roseluck’s eyes locked with Lily’s golden orbs, a strange and inviting feeling creeping into her nethers. She looked like her usual self, her body was curved in a distinctly marelike fashion, but her smell was much richer; the usual floral scent tinged with the earthy scent of wet soil. She wants to... be with me? After everything I put her through? "You are too kind, Lily! All of this time trying to pass you off onto another mare. I could have been spending that time with you!"

Lily heard none of it, already dividing up Roseluck's lovely spoils with her eyes which roamed across Rose’s front, lingering on her neck briefly before tracking their way up one of her long ears so outrageously and excessively long — coated with fine cream-colored hairs that couldn't quite conceal the subtle freckles across their slightly waxy surface which curved upward and back over eighteen inches from their base. Hot blood began to course southward, her magical stallionhood gorging itself greedily on her unrequited love and increasingly unbridled lust, her almost-fully erect phallus pressing defiantly against its fabric prison, now reaching a third of the way across her stomach. Thankfully, the long trim of her dress kept her impressive erection out of sight, allowing her to smile confidently at the mare of her dreams.

I can DO this! she suddenly knew beyond all doubt, and the realization brought a fresh surge of blood into her still-swelling stallionhood which began to throb with each beat of her racing heart. “I’d be honored to make up for lost time, Rose.” She said in a slightly deeper voice than usual, noting her transformation had also brought her up to roughly the same height as her friend. I Just hope she doesn’t notice!

Roseluck smiled bashfully, having not immediately noticed anything amiss despite her roommate’s muted coat color… and her own. “Cool!” She glanced down at Lily’s frilly white dress, lightly pawing at the floor bashfully, even as her marehood began to wink unseen. “Ah… are you alright, Lily? You... y-you look different somehow...” Roseluck's voice faltered slightly as she viewed her friend properly in the doorway. The normally diminished mare whos gaze never quite met Rose's was steady and strong, behind which held a burning resolve the likes of which nopony had ever seen. Is she... sizing me up?

Lily concealed her own confusion at her friend’s change of heart and what she was feeling, bluffing it off with a charming smile. Did she find me out already? Focus, Lily. Stay cool! she told herself even as her stallion meat began to snake its way forward up her belly like a hungry python, rudely indenting her dress as it unfurled its immense length. “Sure, I’m alright. I'm the same old Lily you were talking to earlier, just a bit happier now that I'm spending time with you. We should go check up on Daisy though; I’m not sure about that weird plant…”

“Oh, right!” Roseluck's mind flashed back to the reality facing her boss in the greenhouse. “We need to go save Daisy from the creeper plant! Just imagining what that thing could end up doing to her makes me sick...”

How about what I'm about to do to you, Rose? Lily thought smugly. “Off we go then!” Lily congratulated herself on digging herself out of a jam and followed in Roseluck’s wake, appreciating a good view of her rump in the process — not as large and voluptuous as it would become in a decade, after a heavy diet of oats and sweets, but just as curvy.

Outside, Lily stopped on the front stoop as she noticed the sky was now covered with fluffy pink clouds. “Heh... I didn’t think the Ponyville Weather Team had such a sense of humor!” Lily Valley quipped, sensing something was wrong but not certain what. “Hey, Rose, are you seeing this?”

Roseluck had taken no notice, running over to the greenhouse and looking inside. To her relief, Daisy appeared to be okay, but an oddly jumpy Rose had to suppress a Lily-like scream when she saw Daisy’s hooves reached into the flowerbed, stroking one of its long tendrils. “Um, I think Daisy’s okay, what were you—”

A deafening clap of thunder filled the air, and a sheet of rain fell to earth, an unusual brown rain…

“Eeeeeee!” Roseluck ran back to Lily, as a downpour began soaking the pair of them.

“I asked if you saw the pink clouds. Guess not!” Lily called out jokingly before opening the front door for the pair of them.

Roseluck made it back inside well after Lily, having to circle the greenhouse to cross the yard. By the time the red-head made it back through the door, she was soaked. “But we aren’t supposed to have rain today!” a dripping, wet Rose protested as she reached blindly for the towel by the front door she knew was there for just such an instance. Everypony in Ponyville kept a fresh one by the door for guests caught in the rain, lest they drip everywhere. Clutching the towel in both forehooves and running it over her back, she was able to soak up most of it, leaving her mane and coat streaked with moisture and infused with the sweet smell of cocoa.

Lily’s eyes widened in shock as she picked up the scent coming off Roseluck’s svelte form: Lily’s most favorite drink, the nectar of the goddesses. Chocolate… MILK! Lily licked her lips, swallowing hard to keep from drooling. “Rose, wait!”

Rose ceased her vigorous scrubbing, allowing the towel to lay across her back loosely. She looked at her friend with innocent curiosity. “What’s wrong, Lily?”

Lily hesitated for a moment. Everything, Lily! EVERYTHING about this is wrong! Rose is going to kill you! You are going to kill you! Stop this! Stop — Her thoughts were cut off by the mocking laugh of Discord, “Your lover is waiting!” Lily became lightheaded as she filled out her remaining twenty, impossibly girthy inches; the giddy feeling of power filling her along with a feeling of confidence that she had never known. “N-Nothing. Let me take care of that Rose...” she requested huskily, her voice taking on a slightly sinister tone.

“Really? Are you going to help clean me up? Th-that’s s-so sweet of you Lily!” Struggling to bring up the courage she could only bring herself to stammer, “Y-you’re a good friend, Lily, and I’m sorry I’ve left you alone so much…” she whimpered shyly.

“Apology accepted,” Lily whispered lustfully into her ear. Lily removed the towel from her friend’s back with her teeth and cast it aside. “I won’t be needing this.” Lily returned her attention to Roseluck’s ear. Lily had always appreciated how scandalously erotic they were to her eyes, even if she had no idea why and felt awkward every time she gave her fascination — her obsession — more than a passing consideration. They were audaciously broad near the base, slowly tapering off as they extended further on from her head — the cochlear folds of her ear carved in a distinctly complex arrangement of fur, skin, and cartilage unique to Roseluck alone. Lily trembled slightly from the effort not to start working her tongue on her exotic antihelical fold immediately. “Just relax... R-Rosie. Let Lily take care of... everything...” her eyes went hooded, shaft fully erect.

Rose blinked at her friend’s aggressive tone, then smiled demurely. “Okay. I trust you, Lily.” To prove her point she closed her eyes and bowed slightly in an unheard act of submission for Ponyville’s most aggressive lover.

Lily closed her eyes as well, all to better focus her other senses: the smell of Roseluck’s coat, the feel of her fur on Lily’s forehooves, the sound of her increasingly labored breathing and the impending taste of her lover on Lily’s tongue. Bringing her muzzle to the side of Roseluck’s neck, she took a long, wet lick starting from the base and inching slowly up and over the back of her ear, clipping the erogenous zone common to earth ponies near the tip with a teasing flick. A sharp intake of breath and a gentle moan told Lily, she’d dealt a heavy blow to her old friend and occasional adversary.

“L-Lily! What did you do to me?” Rose fought to steady herself, her tail slashing violently behind her.

“Did you like it —” Lily brushed her lips across the helical rim of her ear, kissing it lightly — “fillyfooler?”

Rose’s eyes went wide at her friend's question, her response catching in her throat. Where words had failed, her body responded with a single drop of hot nectar which began to form on the tip of her clitoris, a shiver sending it tumbling to the floor. The aroused mare looked up at her lover's hungry yellow eyes and feral grin, feeling her last bastion of resistance begin to crumble before her friend's assertiveness and confidence. “I... liked it!” Rose laughed nervously, both anticipating and fearing Lily's next move. “It made me feel really good!” she admitted, immediately stunned that she’d said it.

Roseluck’s reactions didn’t go unnoticed. “Then let your old friend make you feel even better!” Lily continued her ministrations upon her crush’s lovely neck, smoothing the pale yellow coat with her tongue while cleansing it, back and front, of the frothy chocolate milk. Feeling the thump of her lover's jugular against her cheek, Lily growled gently and hungrily before giving the throbbing conduit a slow, probing lick.

Roseluck gave a shuddering gasp and leaned into her friend's wet and writhing member, moaning her encouragement as she felt her inner walls expand to receive a potential stallion's masculine gift.

Unwilling to leave a job half-finished, Lily next moved up to Rose’s muzzle, nuzzling her own against it in a display of dominance, feeling Roseluck's withdraw before giving her upper lip a soft flick of the tongue. Unable to hold back, her precum began to spill from the tip of her endowment, spotting the inside of her long floral dress.

“You’re — ahh! S-such a good friend, Lily! Unnnn…” Was all poor Roseluck would manage as her flower began to weep onto the doorway floor, leaving an intoxicating floral scent hanging thick in the air around them. Through the haze and fog of her altered state, she couldn't ignore the implications of her actions, or her own increasingly desperate whimpering for release — every echo of the word fillyfooler in her head battering her increasingly feeble resistance…

Every stroke of Lily’s tongue only weakening her resolve further.

Sensing Roseluck’s impending climax, Lily took aim at the erogenous zone on Roseluck's right ear Lily knew was ubiquitous to all earth ponies and licked viciously at it before biting down gently, sending Roseluck into a submissive kneeling position — an ancient Equestrian pony instinct undimmed by the passage of time when ponies were mere horses. Animals, governed by physical dominance.

Roseluck gave in with a shrill whinnying cry, gushing several spurts of hot nectar upon the hardwood floor as she allowed herself to be laid down by Lily’s gentle mouth hold; the slickened stream from her marehood extending several feet into the living room. Her barrel was heaving and legs shaking as she lay on her belly, stunned by the sensations she was feeling. “Lily… that was… incredible.”

Lily stood over the fallen mare imperiously and nodded her approval. “I had no idea you were such an obedient little filly, Rose! Roll over so I can check your belly; I think I may have missed a spot down there.”

N-no more! I have to get out of here! I'm not A... Rose forced her thoughts back into her subconscious as she executed her last-ditch effort to escape the situation. She'd rewrite the history of what happened to herself later. “That’s so sweet of you, Lily! But, I don’t think the rain got on me down there, though. I wouldn’t want to impose — ohhh!”

A quick bite to her lovely, long pointed ear and a gentle nudge to Roseluck’s midsection sent the newly submissive mare rolling onto her back without hesitation, her teats and winking marehood exposed as she flagged her tail across the floor — feminine petals dripping nectar down around her tail hole and the hairless ‘dock’ of her red and pink striped tail — patiently awaiting Lily’s next command. Stooping down to a prone position, Lily grasped Roseluck by the flanks, massaging her cutie marks with slow, circular strokes, while brushing the gap between her teats with the short hairs of her muzzle. “That’s a good filly! Now just close your eyes and let your good friend Lily take care of everything!”

“A-anything… for you, Lily!” Roseluck closed her eyes, whimpering under each thrust from Lily’s muzzle. Her refractory period rapidly closing, the fertile mare began to feel the pressure in her loins building again.

Lily knew she could only hold off for so long before plunging herself into the beautiful mare and relieving herself of the terrible burden holding back her seed had become. And yet, she couldn’t waste her one shot without first worshipping her goddess. Having stimulated Rose’s nipples taut with her muzzle brushing, she slowly licked and suckled them, blowing and even snorting gently onto them, adding to the stimulation.

All the while Roseluck writhed on the floor beneath her, moaning and whimpering lest she be overheard and the secret escape out into Ponyville, cupping a hoof over her own mouth to muffle her desperate cries. Unable to contain the breach any longer, Roseluck came again, this time with even greater force and an even louder scream as Lily continued her unrelenting assault. For nearly an entire minute, she was hit by one orgasm after another as her fillyfooling friend licked the source of the surging stream greedily.

Tightening her grip on the squirming mare, Lily opened her mouth and pressed it home, gulping down the flood of sweet nectar with obscene delight, surprised to find it tasted like… vanilla. Forget chocolate milk, this is the best dessert EVER!

Roseluck lay on her back, her hind legs twitching. “You are the most wonderful mare I have ever met,” she squeaked, her throat scratched raw. “I’m s-so sorry I haven’t realized it before this! Forgive me… please?” she all but begged, pawing weakly at Lily with a hoof.

“Forgiveness, you ask? That must be earned, my goddess!” Lily stood up and walked over to Roseluck’s other end where the two of them enjoyed vanilla-accented kisses while Rose recharged again. “We’re just getting started, my wonderful Rose! And I have so much more planned!”

Fertile Ground (Daisy Part 1)

“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!

The Deflowering (Lily and Rose Part 2)

Inside the flower shop, Lily marched her conquest up to her bedroom, leaving the living room floor and sofa a sticky, sweet-smelling mess and they'd thrashed about, kissing passionately. Normally, she would have been appalled by such a mess, and yet… Eh. I’ll worry about scrubbing the house later. She didn’t have to give any verbal commands to her submitted friend, favoring Roseluck’s well-nipped and increasingly ruddy ears to communicate her will.

Roseluck hesitated at the door; not out of confusion but to deliberately provoke her mistress — shades of her old personality returning. She felt a delicious nip to her left ear but stood defiantly, daring her new mistress to do something about it.

Lily repeated the treatment she’d given Roseluck earlier, now she'd take it to the next level, licking the back and helix of her ear before diving in and feasting obscenely on her cochlear folds. Her hot breath and slurping sounds began driving Rose slowly insane with need. All the while Rose could do nothing but whimper, her trembling legs began to go limp as her marehood wept openly upon the floor, creating an ever-expanding puddle of fragrant mare cream. Still, she would not cross the threshold into the room. “Leaving me no choice are you?” Lily asked sternly, though there was an eager gleam in her eyes.

Roseluck nickered gently in reply.

Lily turned her attention to Roseluck’s backside, the latter’s hips swaying suggestively. “Very well, since you’ve been such a well-behaved little filly up until now, I’ll give you part of your award early.” Lily licked the stem of Rose’s rose cutie mark provoking a smack from Roseluck’s tail for the tease.

“S-sorry!” Roseluck squeaked, looking honestly mortified for a moment.

The old Lily’s personality surfaced just long enough to scowl at her nemesis. “You will be if you don’t flag your tail rightNOW, Rosie!” she all but growled, causing Rose’s eyes to go wide as she realized she was going to obey the command, holding her beautiful red and pink tail aside, exposing her marehood fully.

“That’s better,” Lily pronounced, inspecting her prize closely, her hot breath washing over her friend’s nethers, causing her to whimper, the swollen marehood winking and weeping in anticipation of her mistress' touch.

To her frustration, it didn’t immediately come. “L-Lily?”

“First… Tell me you want it, Rose,” Lily ordered.

Wh-what? some distant, still-sane part of her protested, only for her own voice to betray her. “I… I want it…”

“Say you want me, Rose,” came the next command.

B-but… I-I… “I… I… want you, Lily…” she admitted, her marehood winking increasingly frantically.

With that Lily, went for the kill. “Say you’re a fillyfooler, Rose!” she ordered. “Then you’ll get the treatment you so richly deserve!”

Rose blinked rapidly, sounding near panic for a moment, then muttered something so shaky and silent she couldn’t be heard. “I’m sorry. What was that?” Lily gave her rump a sharp nip.

Rose gasped. “I’m… I’m…”

“Say it.”

“I’m…”

“Say it!” Lily hissed, and finally, Rose surrendered.

“I’m a fillyfooler…” she said, her voice a bare whisper, the treasonous words themselves causing a fresh surge of nectar from her marehood and the yellow-furred normally stallion-slayer of a mare to almost climax on the spot.

“What was that?” Lily challenged. “I can’t hear you!”

With that, Rose began to tremble “I’m a fillyfooler!” she repeated a bit louder, her voice shaky and front legs collapsing beneath her, leaving her rear in the air. “Please, mistress…”

Lily moved close enough that Rose could feel her hot breath washing over her wet and winking opening. “If you want it, say it and mean it!”

At long last, she did not hesitate or hold back, desperate for the pleasure and release only her fellow flower pony could provide. “I’m a fillyfooler!” she shrieked and nearly climaxed on the spot.

“There's a good girl!” Lily grinned toothily, swatting Roseluck’s backside before giving her glistening entrance a long, slow lick.

“AH!” Rose kneeled down, bracing her forehooves against the floor and spread her hind legs further apart, presenting herself. She cooed as Lily’s hooves wrapped around her rump.

“And you…” Lily gave her quivering lips another lick, “are my mare!”

Roseluck’s only reply was to scream in pleasure as Lily drove her petite muzzle inside her, tickling her inner walls with the fine, pink coat and began licking her from the inside — Discord's magic widening her entrance to accomplish the seemingly impossible.

“Lily!” she cried out as the aggressive mare continued her assault, her legs trembling from the duel-shock of what she was doing and the pleasure it was bringing her. “Too fast… going to…!”

She couldn’t complete her sentence before she tensed hard and cried out again as her walls tightened around Lily’s muzzle, pumping stream after stream of hot nectar into her eager maw, withdrawing her slickened snout with a wet pop, having gulped down three mouthfuls of filly vanilla — the fourth spilling down her front after nearly choking on it.

Gasping lungfuls of air between coughing, Lily stared in amazement at the sight of Roseluck’s widened entrance, still quivering and leaking after having been split to her gaping depths. Lily could make out the details of every slickened, circular ridge of the mare’s inner walls down to the cervix. Somehow seeing a very detailed model in school couldn’t come close to capturing the delicate details of texture, color, and the pure hunger of the real, living, dripping marecave.

Drooling lightly on the floor as she kneeled on two shaky forelegs, Rose collected herself upon hearing her lover’s coughing and climbed back onto all four hooves. “You alright, Lily? I d-didn’t mean to come so soon…”

Having completed her conquest, Lily walked in front of her and nuzzled her friend’s face, staining it, before cleaning her lips with a sweet and salty lick. “I think I’ve missed a spot, Lily. Could you help me reach it?”

“Sure!” Roseluck nodded, hesitating slightly as she expected another ear bite, before licking Lily’s muzzle clean of her own juices, marveling at the vanilla taste.

“Very good, Rosie.” Lily returned the favor before nudging her onto the bed. “And now…”

Roseluck looked around at the comic book posters that lined the walls. It occured to her that she'd never really spent enough time in her room to even notice them before. An open closet door off to her Roseluck's left displayed stacks and stacks of comics with costumed mares and beautifully drawn poses. The smell of her mistress, Lily, hung thick and inviting in the air. Behind her, she felt the mattress buckle slightly as Lily climbed up to join her. Before she could turn around, she felt the familiar sensation of Lily’s correcting nibble on her ear.

“It’s okay, Rose, it’s just me. Don’t you trust your friend?” Lily teased, giving her cutie mark another quick lick.

Roseluck flicked her tail again as she gasped, her ears flattened against her head. “Of course I do! But, what are we going to do on the bed?”

Lily gently pressed down on Roseluck’s back until she properly kneeled. Hovering over her, she reached down and worked the zipper open until her stallionhood stood proudly having escaped its exile. “I’m going to give you something very special, Rose. Something… that will bind us together as friends… forever.”

Roseluck moaned contently, preserved in the knowledge that she’d secured her friendship with Lily, and even become a fillyfooler in the bargain. “I’ll never let you down, Lily… I… I love you.”

Lily closed her eyes, savoring those words she’d longed to hear for years. “Long have I loved you as well, since the first day we met, and long will I love you even until I depart for the Summerlands.” Mounting her beloved gently, she pressed the head of her thickened member against her beloved’s entrance, eliciting a surprised gasp. It took only gentle coaxing to finally insert the head inside of the comparatively small opening.

“Lily… how?” Roseluck asked uneasily, intimately knowing the feel of a stallion’s organ inside her apart from some cheap mechanical mockery of one.

“Magic,” Lily said obliquely, allowing her mate’s hormone-primed thought process to fill in the blanks. “But does it really matter now? So what do you say, Rose? Can I be your mistress… and master?”

Roseluck nickered gently and adjusted her stance to better support her mistress’ weight.

Her body language was all the consent Lily required. As she slowly pressed forward into Roseluck inch by inch, reveling in her friend’s heat and tightness, the sensitive head of her stallionhood magnifying the sensation of Roseluck’s inner walls swimming over her member a thousandfold. How is Roseluck’s flower so much smaller than mine? I could fit myself easily... Lily arched an eyeridge at the thought of that paradoxical scenario as Roseluck trembled beneath her; she’d absorbed an entire foot but Lily still had much more to spare.

“H-how are you so thick, Lily?” Roseluck squeaked, the corners of her eyes tearing up. “P-please b-be c-careful, my love!”

Finally hilting herself inside the trembling mare, Lily slowly withdrew, confident that Roseluck could support her length and girth, if only but by the grace of Discord. “You are the most beautiful, wonderful creature to bring life to this world, Rosie. Your pain will only serve to make the reward of bringing foals into this world that much more fulfilling!”

Roseluck’s eyes opened wide. She wants me to have her FOALS!? She turned the thought over in her head, only to realize… “Yes, Lily! I want that! Please, let me bear your foals!” Rose whined impatiently, imagining her swelling belly and the future cries of the newborns in her mind.

Lily wasted no time in driving herself to the hilt this time, barely suppressing a grunt as Roseluck’s inner walls assaulted her senses once more.

“A-ahhh! Yes, Celestia yeeeeees!” Roseluck shrieked, as tears of joy and pain in equal measure flowed freely from her eyes.

Growing confident by her lover’s approval, she thrust herself inside stridently, her hilting thrusts rippling across the soft flesh of Roseluck’s curvy rump — Lily’s sore, bulging apples clapping wetly against her lover’s backside as their juices leaked from Rose’s walls. The smell of sex, the heat of their bodies and Roseluck’s muffled moaning made Lily’s climax inevitable. After two agonizing minutes of delay, Lily gave a mighty roar and pumped no less than a pint of hot, sticky seed inside her goddess; together, their love cry rattled the room’s only window, streaked with chocolate rain.

Locked together in love, the two of them rested with barrels heaving, the bed soaked through with their love juices. Withdrawing slowly, Lily withdrew her organ with a gentle pop, releasing what fluid didn’t fill her lover’s birthing chamber onto the messy sheets. “You will give me such beautiful foals, my love…”

Roseluck rolled over onto her back and smiled up at her mistress, contented with having brought her such joy and satisfaction; her tail whipping violently beneath her as she felt a familiar pressure behind her loins begin to build. “And you won’t rest until you’ve gotten them, my potent stallion!”

The two of them locked muzzles once more, tongues dueling fiercely, as the two of them recharged for another round.

A Day Like No Other

“Mmm…” Lily’s nose scrunched at the overpowering aroma of Prench vanilla permeating the room as she stirred in her bed, slowly waking from disturbed sleep.

The now-uncorrupted mare was hot, sticky, and her mane was uncharacteristically unkempt. She rolled over again and reached for her pillow, an unusually furry pillow but its warmth felt inviting. Burying her face deep in its gently rising and falling surface, she cooed again. “What a wonderful dream!” Lily murmured into her oddly lumpy breathing mass. Groping blindly, one of her forehooves brushed up against a definitely equine form, confirmed to be a mare when she found one of Roseluck’s perky teats. No… This isn’t happening! I’m going to open my eyes and that thing will NOT be a pony!

Despite her wishes, Lily opened her eyes and beheld her uncorrupted love’s equally tangled and shabby pink and red mane and cream coat, a smile on her beautiful face. She was still sleeping soundly, and thus Lily did the first thing that came naturally to her.

She panicked, screaming until her vocal-cords nearly ripped and rolled off her bed with a loud thud with a grunt before continuing to scream.

“What? Lily?” Roseluck woke up with a start, quickly took inventory of the situation and found, much to her dismay, that two and two still equaled four. “No! Nononono NO! Lily what in Tartarus did you do to me!?” she staggered back against the far wall a horrified pose of her own.

Snapping out of her panic at the sound of Roseluck’s voice, Lily checked to see if she was still a stallion, and found her marehood had been restored. “Rose, I d-didn’t mean to do anything we just…” Lily withdrew a convenient paper bag from a drawer on her nightstand and breathed deeply, wishing she had a bigger one to hide her head in.

Roseluck’s mind stuck in overdrive, she forced herself back through the events of her ‘dream’ and remembered, “Discord!”

Lily’s panicked eyes looked up into Roseluck’s equally terrified face. “D-Discord? You mean th-that statue in the Canterlot Gardens I saw as a foal? He’s escaped!?”

“Never mind that, we’ve got to find Daisy! I’ve got to get out of this room! Daisyyy!”

Their compromising position momentarily forgotten, the two mares quickly split up and searched the house, when Roseluck remembered the greenhouse, “Lily, she’s got to be outside!” she called out.

“O-okay!” The pink mare called back, following her friend out the door.

Roseluck saw the greenhouse from a distance and immediately noticed missing panes of greenhouse glass, and unmistakable signs of destruction inside. “No! Daisy!” Celestia, please let her be alive… she ran for the ruined structure as fast as she could, Lily at her side.

“Lily! Rose! Be careful; there’s broken glass everywhere!” Daisy’s voice called back from behind the door which was impossibly still standing amidst the desolate ruin.

Greatly relieved to hear her friend’s voice, Roseluck opened the barely-intact door to find Daisy huddled around a half dozen pots filled with dirt she’d managed to find among the wreckage. “Daisy, you’re okay!” she proclaimed with an equally relieved smile as Lily nearly fainted again.

“Oh, I’m more than okay!” Daisy gestured toward the filled pots, her cheery face aglow. “My babies are going to be alright! I’ve cleansed them, Rose!” Daisy jumped up and down on all four hooves in a shocking display of irrational exuberance usually reserved for Ponyville’s resident party planner.

“Your… your babies? What in the name of Starswirl's left marble happened to your plant!?” Roseluck said incredulously, staring with jaw-dropped at brown and lifeless remains of the tentaculous as she carefully stepped around the ruins of the greenhouse to get a better look at Daisy's ‘babies’. And why does she smell like she got tucked in by a dozen stallions at a Neighican restaurant?

Daisy stopped pronking and gestured toward the plant, her face apologetic. “I don’t mean to appear callous, Rose, but like I said, outside of the forest, my little guy wasn’t going to last long. Once he was purified fully... it was all over for him.” Daisy gave the lifeless plant a sad look, bowing her head and ears in its direction. When she looked back at Roseluck, she’d looked hopeful once more. “But the nightmare is over for its children — our children,” she added quickly, smiling at and kissing a dark green primary tendril poking out of the dirt on all but one of them. “I think Winston here is going to be a late bloomer!”

Roseluck just stood there and gawked at the mother mare. Celestia, help me. Only the dead can know peace from this horror!

Lily Valley arrived, out of breath and equally traumatized at the sight of the chaos and destruction. “D-Daisy, the greenhouse!”

Daisy gave a nervous laugh. “It doesn’t look good, does it? Can you gals help me salvage what we can?

The two of them nodded, devoutly thankful to have something to occupy themselves with other than think about the two horrendously traumatizing events that had just happened.

*****

As the three mares toiled away at moving everything of value out of the greenhouse, a lavender unicorn wearing a saddlebag with her starburst cutie mark monogrammed into the side approached the flower shop at a run.

“Oh my goodness! Is everypony alright?”

The three instantly recognized her as the town librarian and occasional savior, Twilight Sparkle. “It was Discord!” Roseluck said angrily, “He made me get tucked in by a mare — he made all of this happen!” The yellow-coated rose aficionado corrected herself too late, whispering “Darn it!” under her breath as she hid her burning face from the others.

“Our plants, our home, it’s a disaster!” Lily Valley wailed, rearing up on her hind hooves and striking her horrified pose again.

Twilight Sparkle nodded sadly, “I’ve been all over Ponyville and seen the destruction. If it makes things any better, Discord has been banished to his stone prison once more and he won’t be able to cause us any more trouble.” Twilight placed a forehoof on Daisy’s shoulder. “You should also know that your friends and neighbors will help you however we can!”

“Thanks, Twilight,” Daisy replied with a wan smile. “Actually, could you send the fine ponies of the The Royal Society of Canterlot Botanists a message letting them know that I’ve successfully cleansed the Everfree Tentaculus? I need to get the offspring to them so they can continue their research into cleansing the Everfree.”

Twilight Sparkle broke out into a huge grin. “You did!? Through all of the chaos of Discord’s emergence, you managed to achieve a major scientific breakthrough? That’s wonderful!” she clopped her forehooves together happily. “And how did you do it?”

“Well… you’ll get my report later,” was all Daisy would say, looking strangely evasive. As she spoke, Roseluck’s face turned white beneath her fur as she brought a hoof to her mouth, having strong suspicions about Daisy’s ‘scientific breakthrough’. “I think I’m gonna… excuse me…” she ran off behind the house and out of sight to go empty her stomach, from what Daisy had done as much as from the renewed realization of what she’d done with Lily.

Lily’s stomach likewise churned, thinking of all the ‘vanilla’ she’d consumed that day and what she’d done to her roommate in the process. “Ditto!” She rushed off to the wooded lot separating the backyard from the main road.

Daisy watched them leave with some confusion while Twilight bowed her ears, frowning. “Poor, Rose, and Lily. They must really be traumatized by what’s happened.” Twilight withdrew a scroll from her saddlebag with her magic and began making notes on what she saw. “I’ll send that message to Canterlot for you, and I’ll keep your tentaculae specimens safe back at Golden Oaks under an Incubation Field Spell. I’ve also put your name on the list of damaged homes to be repaired.”

“Thank you, Twilight. Just please be careful with my babies, will you?” Daisy’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Uhh, right!” Twilight grinned awkwardly at Daisy's uncharacteristically upbeat attitude in the face of Ponyville's devastation to say nothing of the odd smells the botanist was giving off. She smelled very much like she'd had an orgy with the contents of a taco wagon.

Twilight couldn't help but marvel at the destruction of the greenhouse but was too scared to ask exactly what had happened, being spooked enough by what she'd already encountered in the aftermath of Discord. In Roseluck's testimony of being tucked by a mare was any indication, she was better off not asking. “They’ll be in good hooves! I also think you can expect to have your name placed in the scientific literature and receive substantial compensation for your research notes!”

Daisy gave the lavender unicorn a nervous smile as she considered her next words with the utmost care. Oh hay! They’ll obviously be wanting to know how I did it on top of everything. I wonder if I should trust them to keep quiet or lie through my teeth? I shouldn't have to give the researchers a practical demonstration since they have a cleansed set to breed from, at least for now. Hopefully... Ugh! Giving an airy laugh she finally replied. “Oh, I’m not much for notes but I’ll be able to explain the gist of it to them later. Earth pony magic isn’t exactly the easiest thing to measure or explain, is it?”

“That’s true enough, I suppose...” Twilight stowed her scroll away neatly in her saddlebag, raising a skeptical eyeridge, but decided against raising her concerns over sloppy field research given the circumstances. Having shelved her concerns, she gave Daisy a warm smile. "You've certainly demonstrated a practical solution even if a total understanding of your methods will require additional research to comprehend. What's really important is if you or your friends need anything in the meantime, please don’t hesitate to ask me or one of my friends.”

Daisy silently gave thanks to the goddesses above for their timely intervention. “Thank you so much Twilight!”

Having secured Daisy’s tentaculae carefully in her magical grasp, she waved goodbye to Daisy, teleporting back to the Golden Oaks Library.

Such a nice mare! Daisy’s gut panged at the thought of her tentaculae children being out of her hooves but being a rationalist knew that the researchers needed as many live samples as possible to ensure their ultimate survival. She also knew there was no way her roommates would live or work within one-square-mile of a tentaculous.

Daisy approached the front door to the house, thinking the first thing she was going to do was get something to drink. I wonder what’s up with those two mares anyway? Finding the door unlocked, she walked inside...

“EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

~ The End... or is it? ~

Author's Note

By mutual agreement, the three of them agreed never to speak about it to anypony.

Thanks for putting the idea in my head and editing my story, Firesight!

Edit 11/18/2016 and 11/26/2016 Bringing the story up to my current writing standards.

Edit 5/27/2017 Fertile Ground: The Director's Cut edit complete!

Edit 11/17/2017 I'm still editing this thing! Yes, really. Fertile Ground is the only story of mine I actually read and I'm proud of it. If you're a second-time FG reader I hope the changes made the experience more enjoyable for you. Thanks for your view!

Edit 5/22/2018 Grammarly edit complete.

12/1/2018: This chapter has been extensively modified yet again, particularly in the first Lily/Rose sex scene which was heavily changed. It hasn't been a busy year for me writing but I'll never stop updating Fertile Ground to showcase what I've learned. It's my baby.

1/5/2020: New edits applied to bring Fertile Ground up to my new standard of quality. Happy New Year's everyone!

10/7-8/2020 Substantial edits applied. My, I used to create such large paragraphs. Going to split this story into proper chapters. It's grown quite a lot since 2015.

Fertile Ground (Daisy Part 2)

Daisy gave a muffled scream as her twenty-eighth orgasm trickled down the hoof-thick main tendril of the tentaculous.

Waves of pleasure wracked her yet again just as her new lover withdrew one of its smaller tendrils from her mouth with a pop — her tongue licking the salty residue from the creature’s tip.“I-I’m so tired, little guy.” Daisy said weakly. “I don’t know... how much longer I can... stay awake for you.” She got her answer as her head slumped over as she fell fast asleep.

Its meal complete, the now uncorrupted plant withdrew its remaining tendrils slowly from inside the exhausted mare, a gush of juices flowing out from her marehood. It gently laid the sleeping mare in a comfortable position before wrapping itself around Daisy's body, seeking to preserve its magic source for the next generation. With its last reserves of corrupted strength, it fertilized the seeds with the earth pony’s abundant magic causing them to glow bright green — releasing them atop the surrounding soil as Daisy purred contentedly in the embrace of the creature’s many tendrils.

Unknown to her or her flower pony friends, it was at that moment Discord met his defeat to the Elements of Harmony. Turned once more into stone, the skies cleared, the roads turned back into dirt, and Daisy’s corruption faded — her purple coat restored.