Author's Note
Warning, danger and all that! This story contains: Latex conversion, brainwashing, being eaten by a giant flower and assaulted sexually by thousands of vines, pegging (vines up your butt boy!), orgasm denial and a few other things... Don't say I didn't warn you!
Nature's Ambassador
Frosty’s mouth opened up, the summer white cloud stallion taking a deep breath as the red walls of his mouth were revealed. Frosty covered his mouth with a hoof from the sudden yawn, the tour was boring him to tears. Frosty had decided to take a short, one week holiday out in a rather luxurious, though oddly cheap, treehouse hotel. The hotel was set within the deep Southwest of Equestria where jungles were every which way you looked. On the third day, having enjoyed the high pools and bar, Frosty had decided to go on a tour to see the surrounding area... But the tour had turned out to be rather narrow. A dirt path winding through the woods. Frosty was amazed that, not only was the guide enthusiastic about it all, but the others drank it up. He was also glad the sap trees hadn't dropped the sticky yellow barky goo in his blue mane or tail, would’ve taken ages to get out!
As the guide turned the group’s attention to a seemingly ordinary tree with ‘interesting’ vines, Frosty searched for ANYTHING of real interest, his half opened, disinterested purple eyes scanning the forest. Frosty noticed an oddly held up wall of leaves somepony could have mistaken for a bush if it was on the ground. The shifted bush revealed a small dirt path that nature’s twisting green grass was knitting back into its hold. Frosty glanced at the tour guide, droning on in his chipper tones. Frosty took the faded path with no hesitation. He reasoned getting back would be easy when he was done.
Neither Frosty nor the tour group noticed the bush silently fall back into place, obstructing view of Frosty had anypony turned back to look for him.
Frosty wandered down the little faded trail. Although near identical to the one the tour had followed, there was something strangely exciting about being off the beaten path. Soon the path ended, seemingly buried by the tide of grass that had washed over it. But ahead Frosty could see a small clearing, where the sun was able to shine down onto the forest floor. Frosty trotted slowly over towards the space. When Frosty reached the clearing it became clear how the sun was shining down on the floor.
For some odd reason, there was a perfect circle of light touching the floor, yet it was bare... Just dirt. The grass and flowers swayed around the circle, but not so much as a blade dare intrude. The trees swayed in the spring breeze, but not a single root curled over the lush soil. It was as if nature was forbidden to touch this ground... Such a strange sight.
Frosty approached the clearing, glancing around the clear patch. He then noticed something. A tiny little purple and black spotted flower bud sticking out the ground, just the top of the bud with the stem buried under the ground. Frosty lay down staring at the plant.
"Now why are you growing here, but nothing else is?" Frosty asked softly, the breath from him speaking causing the little bud to sway.
There was a sudden crack like a gunshot behind Frosty and the stallion jumped up, spinning around, one hoof raised defensively. Frosty’s eyes took only a second to locate the source, a tree had buckled and bent at the trunk, the ancient tree shattering into spikes near the base. Frosty watched it crash and roll into its neighbour, twigs and branches shattering as they collided into each other. Then the shattered tree hit the ground, braced by the remaining branches and the stumps of the ones now ripped away, its leaves rustling sadly as they realised their source of water had been cut from them. The forest returned to silence, aside from Frosty’s heavy breathing.
Why had that tree fallen? It had looked sturdy as Frosty passed it by earlier, had something knocked it over? Oh sweet Celestia, if it had it would go for him next and he was in an open clearing with no cover. Frosty took an instinctive step back and felt his hoof sway over thin air. Frosty glanced back and a soft gasp escaped his lips.
The flower bud in the ground had risen up, revealing it was a lot larger than it had appeared to be originally. The petals had parted revealing a soft light pink colouring within with odd little bumps all along the four ‘petals’ that had opened. The flower was covered in a gleaming, almost see through, green goo which dribbled downward like sap into a dark tunnel, the colouring and shape made it look like… A throat. Frosty paled slightly as he stared at the flower, its petals twitching ever so slightly, his breathing harsh as he began to panic. Then the throat twitched and two thick long vines sprouted forth from the dark depths. They were covered in the same goo as the flower, though not as thickly, likely from traveling up the plant than producing it. The vines were a deep, dark purple and rounded at the end. They looked oddly soft despite everything. The vines swayed slowly before one of them turned towards Frosty, finally it clicked in his brain to move. Pulling his hovering hoof from over the flower’s petals Frosty bent his knees to run.
Frosty hadn’t even started the first step when the first vine swung over and lashed up his right back leg, the vine was soft and slippery, but its grip was still unbreakable, though mercifully it wasn’t painfully tight. Frosty kept trying to run but the vine countered him by tugging back so hard Frosty was momentarily lifted off the ground, slamming down on his stomach. Frosty tried to scramble up but the second vine gripped his other back leg, both pulling back so he couldn’t pull them forward to stand. Frosty clawed at the ground as he was slowly dragged backward. He felt the tip of his uncovered hoof touch the soft petal which bent down to scoop his hoof up. Frosty cried out for help, his voice echoing, but the group had long since left and the closest pony other than them was over a mile away. Frosty’s cries fell on the silent jungle, which watched silently.
The soft mud crumbled under Frosty’s hooves, the poor stallion unable to get a grip, he felt all weight under his hooves fade as the vines began to return down the way they had come, taking him with them. Frosty felt his uncovered belly touch the petals, their touch could have almost been relaxing, with the soft flesh like nubs covering them, had he not been terrified. Frosty lost his pitiful grip on the ground then grabbed the petal, now he was fully hovering over the abyss and the flower knew, the petals began to rise back up and Frosty slipped slightly as the green goo poured over his hooves and body, dripping down off his body and hooves and making him slip with it, Frosty just barely keeping his grip on the petal.
“SOMEPONY! HELP!” Frosty screamed out desperately as the light from outside began to fade as the petals closed together.
The flower closed into darkness, the vines ceasing their tugging before uncurling and disappearing down into the depths, Frosty was left hanging with his hooves trapped outside by the petals, praying the flower wouldn’t let go. The petals opened slightly, a small ray of light entering, but Frosty didn’t notice the light. He started to plummet as he was no longer held up by the petals’ grip. The flower closing once more, diving back into the ground outside, back into a tiny little innocent bud in a clear patch of mud. Only the shattered tree had changed in the outlining treeline around the clearing, Frosty had left no marks of his existence for anypony to find, should they even search this way.
Frosty felt the world rocket past as his falling built in speed, how deep was this plant? He couldn’t tell as his hair flew up above him. It was pitch black, except for down where a dim light was racing up towards him. Frosty whimpered in fear and closed his eyes, he didn’t want to die. Just as Frosty guessed he was going to hit the ground and shatter like glass, he felt his rump touch something, the sides of the flowers' throat. It was perfectly smooth, made slippery by the goo from the petals above, dripping down with Frosty. Frosty slid along it as the tunnel curled up gradually. Frosty felt himself spiral in a clockwise fashion downward and he could almost imagine this as some weird waterpark slide. Frosty began to slow a little as the tunnel tilted upward then the ground disappeared again as he flew forward, rolling in the air before hitting the ground. Frosty bounced off a soft squidgy floor, hitting an equally soft, circular domed wall. Frosty rolled back and fell onto his stomach where he laid still, quivering in fear. Finally forcing his eyes open to look around, Frosty gulped.
Frosty was likely in the ‘belly’ of the flower, though, other than himself, the floor was empty. Frosty glanced around, the room was like a small dome, flat at the bottom and curling up high above him, bright pink like the petals. The room was decently lit, though Frosty couldn’t tell what by, it seemed like the walls itself were producing the light for him to see. Frosty turned his eyes up and gasped. He could see the top where the dome peaked, Frosty could almost imagine it poking the surface, if he knew how deep he was, how had something so massive never been found? The room was easy to walk from one side to the other, but over a hundred ponies tall, Frosty guessed. But it was what lined the walls that had made Frosty gasped, not the size.
In little resting nooks, like miniature caves, hundreds-no thousands of the purple vines swayed lazily, watching Frosty below them. Frosty glanced around, on four sides, at equal height, were slender and small bright green vines. They were whizzing about sporadically, as if they were hyperactive from caffeine or excited about Frosty's presence. Frosty then stared up at the very top of the dome. A very thick and heavy looking vine stared down at Frosty, completely motionless, Frosty having the creepy, neck tingling, feeling it could see him. The vine was jet black and at the end it stretch outward into a large cylinder, like the bud of another flower.
Frosty glanced back at the tunnel he’d come in, it had closed like the entrance to a stomach, just a tight ring of flesh sealing Frosty in this room of vines. Frosty glanced around desperately, looking for a way out, his horn glowed, envisioning him teleporting back outside… To his hotel room… To his home in main Equestria miles away, but nothing worked. The flower didn’t allow for magic to pass through. Then the purple vines began to descend. Frosty moved from the closest one but more curled behind him. It didn’t take Frosty long to tell he was being shepherded into one spot. Finally the large black vine began to descend down once Frosty was directly under it. Frosty looked up as it reached him, the massive vine almost motionless as the two stared at each other. Frosty noticed, a little bit up the vine, was an oddly red tender part of the vine, as if it separated from the main vine connecting to its resting nook.
Frosty turned his gaze back to the vine itself rather than its body, the bud opened, revealing a jet black gloopy mess inside. The bud opened wider and wider, becoming almost as large as Frosty’s head, but Frosty was oddly fascinated by the black goo within… It was shifting and changing... Two holes appeared and the goo began to grow outward, dripping down and outward with smaller holes… Frosty’s eyes widened in realisation as he watched the vine form a mask from the goo. The vine knew its victim was aware of what it was doing and shot forward before Frosty could back off.
Frosty was hit by the half formed mask, feeling it cling to his face as it shifted and bubbled to accommodate him, the black goo lightened in coloured to a soft blue as it touched Frost’s body. Frosty tried to back up, pulling on the vine, the other vines moving let him back up. Muffled shouts and cries could be heard through the mask as Frosty’s mouth was covered over. Frosty took a breath through his nose, noticing the odd smell… Rubbery… Was this stuff latex!? How was a plant making this? The thought disappeared as Frosty felt it prod his nose and follow the air going down into his nose. Frosty grunted, feeling his mouth receive the same treatment, the latex goo curled inside, forcing his mouth open, coating his mouth walls in the rubber mass, clinging to it. Frosty tugged back again, harder this time, trying to escape and the vine snapped off from the odd red welding, the end of the vine thrashing it the air. Frosty felt a wave of the latex shoot down his throat, feeling it bubble in his stomach, coating it like his mouth and nose, before shifting so the stallion could comfortably breathe again. Meanwhile the latex began to crawl up Frosty’s face, a thin bit of the see-through latex stretching over Frosty’s eyes. Frosty blinked as the latex clung to him, he felt his eyes burn as if he would tear up then the sensation faded… As if the latex wasn’t there anymore. Frosty let out another muffled grunt of fear, feeling the latex cling and curl up his head, wrapping over his mane and heading up his cheeks to his ears.
Frosty felt a tapping on his forehead and glanced up, a pair of the thin green vines were exploring along his head, heading further up and away from each other. Frosty lost sight of them but felt their path, following the latex to his ears. Frosty tried to twist or move his head, but it was as if it had locked into place, not responding to his wished and he could back up as the vines were all around him. Frosty whimpered as the vines reached his ears first, stretching and rubbing around them before pulling back. Frosty felt them shoot down into his ears and he let out a soft moan at the oddly pleasurable sensation.
The vines curled and twisted into Frosty’s head, before the end stretched out into a sea of miniature vines which then planted themselves like roots into Frosty’s head. Frosty felt his head tingle a little and he swayed, before the vines tugged up. It was painful going against them, it felt as if his head was being ripped open, so Frosty pushed himself up onto his hind legs and the pain ceased. Frosty turned his gaze down. He could feel it but not see it yet. The latex was clinging to his face, wrapping around the outside of his body, sealing his ears off in their rubber embrace, trapping the green vines in his ears. Frosty’s mane was encased in the latex as well now and Frosty’s head felt funny as his horn was encased too.
“Does it feel good?” Frosty jumped at the sudden voice, it seemed to be echoing in the room… But it sounded like it was within a deep well “No… Not echoing or down a well… I am inside your head.” The voice whispered, followed by a long sea of hundreds of sources of soft, distant, laughter.
“W-who’s there?” Frosty tried to ask, but the sound came out as a series of gurgles from his latex clad mouth.
“Who are we…? We have no name… We are us… And soon, you shall be one with us too.” That sound very ominous.
“What do you want?” Frosty asked, a couple of the purple vines approached the stallion slowly, the way they were low to the floor made him nervous.
“We just said… But fear is confusing you… It’s okay there’s nothing to fear from us, we want you to join us, we mean no harm.” The voice assured Frosty as the first two vines wrapped around Frosty’s back legs again.
The vines curled in a corkscrew fashion up Frosty’s leg, the soft plant muscles pulled Frosty’s back legs apart and he had to shift his hooves so as not to fall, his front legs flailed out to each of his sides to balance him before two more vines grabbed them, pulling them up to hold Frosty upright. It looked and felt like he was being held captive like an old fashion prisoner… But with vines instead of chains. The front hooves were encased in many coils of the vines. Frosty felt them squeeze him softly in an attempt at a comforting grip. Meanwhile the lower vines now clung to Frosty’s thighs, then he felt the ends curl off his body, the vines shifting as they made some slack to move with.
Frosty’s back legs twitched and he gasped into his mask as he felt the twin vines poke his penis “N-No! Don’t touch that!” The words were oddly muffled and disorientated due to the latex. Frosty tried to cry out, or move, but moving made the green vines in his head tug painfully and he returned back to the same position.
“Why?” The voice asked “We can tell you liked that simple touch, we can make it feel… Wonderful.” The voice cooed and Frosty quivered, his penis twitched and quivered as it began to grow “See… You like that idea.”
“I-it’s a natural thing! It happened because of your vines.” Frosty lied, refusing to admit he had liked it.
“But I know you liked it… There are no secrets to be kept from us when we are of one mind.” The voice whispered and Frosty blushed. The mind reading… Oh yeah.
Frosty felt the latex hood begin to stretch and bubble at the edges around his neck, he felt it slowly encase more of his upper body, taking his shoulders and heading down his chest. Frosty could tell where the latex was heading. As the two vines around Frosty’s penis danced over it, playing with him and making him quiver, Frosty felt something touch his cheek, one of the other vines was exploring his face now, rubbing over the latex… Yet Frosty could feel both the latex being touch, and his skin under it… No the sensation of his latex ‘skin’ being touched was sharper in Frosty’s mind.
“What are you doing to me?” Frosty asked as his fear spiked again.
“Converting… Making you join us.” The voice answered “Just relax… it will not take long.” Frosty quivered in fear again.
Frosty couldn’t move due to the green root vines in his ears, whispering to him and pinning him upright to avoid the tugging head pain. As well as the vines now around his hooves, Frosty’s magic wasn’t responding, as if the vines or the latex around it were preventing it from being used and he couldn’t reach the latex hood now to pull it off with his hooves trapped. And even if he could reach it, Frosty had the foreboding feeling it was now part of his body.
“You understand your situation… It is pointless to resist… Let it happen.” The voice whispered.
Frosty wanted to shake his head, no he didn’t want this-AAAHHHH! Frosty felt the vines squeeze his now fully erect penis and he quivered, a line of latex was clinging to his front waist line and was now just above his neithers. Frosty gasped, his latex mouth making a soft squeaking rubbing sound as his mouth stretched. The latex had reached Frosty’s penis and the vines momentarily backed off as the rubber stretched and curled around the pulsing muscle.
“Oh God!” Was all Frosty’s mind managed to bring forth.
The cool blue latex completely covered Frosty's penis, Frosty could feel the tight rubber grinding against him, stimulating him from the slightest twitch. The vines moved back in, stroking Frosty’s penis slowly, becoming accustomed to the new smoother penis they had to play with. Frosty groaned, he could feel the latex skin being moved and pleasured, but unlike the rest of the latex skin, the pleasure on his old body hadn’t diminished at all. Frosty felt like he was being pleasured twice in the same place, meaning anything the vines did to him was doubled.
The vines wrapped snuggly around the rubber penis and began to pump slowly up and down, the vines curling so they almost let go at the tip and had Frosty tightly wrapped up at the base. Frosty moaned and panted softly, feeling the latex stretch and corrupt more of his body, the latex curled up Frosty’s front hooves, over his chest and around his back, slowly meeting up with his waist where his penis was being assaulted. Everywhere the latex reached, the sensation and feeling of his old pony body faded and diminished… As if he had always had a latex body… Had always been rubber, had never been a pony. Inside Frosty he felt the latex split in his throat... Following the air he was breathing into his lungs, while the latex in Frosty’s stomach began heading down into his lower internals and winding around to snag his organs, pulling them under their control as well.
The latex had all of Frosty’s upper body under its tight smooth hold now. The cool latex, clinging to Frosty’s body, the vines running up and down his penis, and the latex curling around and squeezing his soft flank, wrapping around his tail to solidify it like his mane. Frosty squeaked as the latex poked his rump then began to slip inside. The bound stallion shifted where he stood as the latex gripped the walls of his plot.
It felt wonderful, why had he been afraid? The latex clinging, surrounding... Protecting him... Frosty gasped again, what was he thinking, he didn’t want to be turned into a latex slave! He wouldn’t be a slave, he would a part of the family, with them. It was what he wanted.
“S-stay out of my head!” Frost shouted, realising the vines had taken to mimicking his voice so their desires mixed with his thoughts, now Frosty couldn’t trust his own mind!?
“But why do you resist?” The voice asked, dropping its impersonation of Frosty “Are you not enjoying our vines holding you up, softly stroking and kneading pleasure into your body? Do you not like our body clinging and moulding to yours, a more sensitive skin?” Frosty felt the vines squeeze in a slow tempo now, adding to the bubbling pleasure.
The latex was down to Frost lower legs, having slowed down as it made its final stretches to take Frosty’s body “T-this is my body!” Frost said defiantly. But it all felt so good “Ssssssttttaaaaahhhhhppppp!” Frost pleaded as his hips betrayed his control and began to thrust meekly into the vines embrace.
“That’s it, do what feels natural... Do what feels good.” ‘Feels good' echoed softly and Frosty’s eyes drooped before he shook his head a little, noticing a lack of pain from the tugging roots… As if he were accustoming to them as well “Maybe you need a little more persuasion?” The voice cooed dangerously.
As the latex reached the top of Frosty’s hooves, the stallion being pulled off the ground for the latex to get under them easier, a third vine snaked over to Frosty’s face. It regarded him for a moment as the latex made its last stretches and merged a final time, Frosty’s internal body similar to his external, every vain latex clad. Frost’s latex skin was done and a pulse of pleasure hit Frosty as the final connection was made.
“You are one of us in body!” The voice chimed with excitement “You just need to see as we see!” Frost gave a soft whimpering plea from that statement.
The vine in Frosty’s face chose this moment to open. The vine opened like a flower, with eight sticky waving ‘petals’ that were covered in tiny little rounded nubs, the inside a soft damp and inviting fleshy pink. The nubs swayed... No, rocked back and forth as if trying to drag some invisible thing into their depths, a pair of bright yellow miniature vines waved back and forth waiting to help the nubs by wrapping up and dragging the intended prey inside. The vine approached Frosty and the thick smell of hot musk hit him, making his head spin. He wanted to put his penis in there! Was that the vines speaking or him? If it was the vines, for once, Frosty agreed. The teasing slow vines were good for staying erect but did little else to please him. Frosty wanted more... Could get more out of this vagina vine.
“Say what you want.” Mistress said softly.
“Tricking me…” Frosty moaned before his mind became eerily silent.
“What do YOU want?” Mistress asked softly, allowing Frosty the freedom to decide.
Frosty stared, almost drooling from his rubbery mouth, at the inviting fleshy vine “I… I want to fuck that vine.” Frosty admitted, the soft distant static sound in Frosty’s head returned, he hadn’t even realised it was there until it was gone.
“As you wish…” Mistress giggled as if pleased and amused, the vine leaned up and caressed Frosty’s cheek slowly, running down his smooth body, curling under his neck and down his chest, the yellow miniature vines dancing over Frosty’s sensitive body.
Frosty followed the slowly trailing vine, the two teasing vines curled slowly, giving Frosty’s penis tip a final flick like a goodbye and Frosty moaned softly. The teasing was infuriating. The vagina vine pulled back from Frosty, the miniature vines tickling his tip as they tried to get close enough to grip him. The vine slowly approached, the yellow vines wrapping around his penis head and pulling as it tried to drag him inside. The vine kept sliding slowly forward and the petals closed in around him, the rocking nubs made Frosty twitch as if he’d been hit by static, the stallion moaning.
Frosty’s hips rocked forward, forcing more of penis inside and the vine rocked with him, sucking ore of Frosty’s penis inside. A second thrust and Frosty’s penis was trapped inside, the vine pushed a little further and Frosty felt the petals wrap around his body and flank, holding onto him so he couldn’t escape, as if he wanted to now. Frosty could feel the nubs speed up as they rocked back and forth, the twin yellow vines exploring up and down his penis, tickling between the tiny gaps in the nubs. He could feel something dripping over his rubber penis as the vine squeezed tight, both his latex skin and his penis beneath being pleasured.
“It feels good… Us all playing together, doesn’t it?” Mistress cooed as the remaining vines began to explore Frosty now he wasn’t resisting. Frosty enjoyed the feeling of his sisters crawling over his body as his hips jerked as he began to thrust in a dazed attempt to mimic the vines pulsing and rocking around him.
“I-it… It feels so good…” Frost said, the sound now escaping as actual words now his body had adjusted to the latex.
The petals stretched a bit further and Frosty felt his rubber clad plot being poked under his tail. Automatically his tail raised up so as not to hinder access for his sister to get inside, three of the petals prodding and probing him, pulling on his smooth skin. Frosty’s eyes rolled up with a moan as the petals dived inside, the wall of soft nubs pressing into him.
“Such a dirty little boy.” Mistress said with a soft laugh that made Frosty quiver.
Frosty rocked back and forth between the vine vagina and the pegging petals, the green vines in his ears began to let of little bits of static in his ears so there was a soft ringing. Frosty’s ears twitched slightly as his head buzzed, the stallion panting rapidly. Another vine wrapped around Frosty’s horn and rubbed it slowly up and down, sparks of magic firing off as he was pleasured by the weird pumping.
“Can you feel that…? The bubbling sensation building under your shaft…? We’re doing that, brother, all of us are giving you that pleasure.” Mistress said softly.
Frosty nodded desperately, the inside of the vine had picked up, along with the petals which were ramming in and out with a soft slapping sound each time. Frosty’s body jerked back and forth with each hit, he felt his penis bulge and jump, the sensation of cum rocketing up to shoot out… But it didn’t. It remained just behind the latex wall, crying to get out but not escaping, the building and burning of his penis driving Frosty insane. Frosty cried out, pleaded, though unsure what he actually said to Mistress, either way Frosty needed to cum. He felt like he was being burnt apart and drowned in pleasure and his mind would shatter if this stayed like this. The heavenly rapid rubbing of the nubs and vines all over his penis, slipping smoothly back and forth at speeds that would’ve ripped a normal penis apart on his rubber latex penis, alongside the petals slamming in and out of the stallion’s plot. The exploring vines with their sweet scents, the vines ramming his horn up and down, the buzzing and tingling in his brain where Mistress resided… It was AMAZING!
“His rod feels so good.” Frosty was surprised to hear the faint whisper of another voice beside his Mistress’… Was that the vine around his penis? “His butt is clenching so much!”
“His body feels so good as well.” Two voices sang out and Frosty looked down at the various exploring vines around him.
“You can hear them now… Your sisters… Are you accepting your fate?” Mistress asked.
Frosty gave a sluggish nod “Y-yes… I… I am part of… Us…” He moaned, a dribble of his mind cried out in fear, but the cage of green vines closed in on that, and it was finally silenced as Frosty himself cast a curtain over the dim flickering resistance.
“That’s a good boy.” Mistress cooed as Frosty’s mind snapped and submitted to her control.
“P-please… I… I need to cum…” Frosty pleaded. The feminine voices in his head chuckled softly.
“Very well, I think you have earned it for amusing my children, your new family… You may cum.” And just like that, what was holding Frosty back broke.
Frosty felt the streams of white sticky goo shooting deep into the waiting maw of the vine around his penis, the rubbing and teasing picked up to coax more out of him as he felt load after load fire out, seeing the vine bulge as the power of the pent up load pushed again it. Frosty kept cumming, a wave of pleasure every time he fired a stream of cum into his sister, the nubs of her insides squeezing him in thanks each time coaxed more out of the following load. Any flickers of resistance were snuffed out under this pleasure, and Frosty took the final step to his corruption… He had joined the family here. He could hear them all… Cheering, welcoming him with open embraces… The vine around him singing, loving his taste… He loved them as much as they loved him. He was in the home he hadn’t known he’d been searching for since birth… Now that he was here and he would do anything for them.
Frosty finally stopped cumming after a full minute, panting and gasping quickly and heavily as his half lidded eyes were half hidden from view in his head. The vines holding Frosty up let him slide backwards in their grip, the vine feeding off his cum pulled back with a soft moan in his mind. Frosty lay back on a bed of vines… Resting with his sisters. The green vines in his ears popped their roots out his ears, they were no longer needed. Frosty could hear his family himself now.
“Now tell me… Frosty… What are you?” Mistress asked.
“One of us. I am the family’s toy.” Frosty chimed happily, knowing as if he’d been taught since day one.
“Good… What is your purpose?” The vines around him giggled in excitement.
“To please and pleasure my sisters.” Frosty said receiving several happy kisses and caresses from the vines.
“Excellent, you have finally seen the bright truth… Well done, my child.” Frosty felt his body tingle at his Mistress’ words.
“Now, there is a matter to attend to.” Mistress said and Frosty felt the excitement of his sisters build further “Whilst we love you dearly, Frosty, you are but one stallion for thousands of your sisters to share… It doesn’t seem fair, no?” Frosty shook his head, downcast from failing so soon into his service “Oh don’t be so glum… You can solve this problem for us in a way we cannot.”
Frosty’s ears perked up and he looked up at the swaying green vines of Mistress “How?” He asked excitedly, eager to redeem his mistake.
Frosty watched a pair of his purple sisters curl around him and clamp themselves to either side of his body, feeling their bodies become an extension of his, almost where a Pegasus’ wings would sprout from, the presence on his right was easy to identify as the sister who had fed on his seed, that and the still dripping cum on her mouth gave her away. The flower of her mouth opened slightly into a wide smile as she noticed him looking. The vines tugged free of their rooms within the house walls, now hanging onto Frosty as a form of mobile housing.
“Head up to your world… We cannot go there as we are… Without a host like you to sustain us.” Frosty felt proud to walk the ground above for them, his family on his back “But you can only withstand two of your sisters, do not argue.” Frosty closed his mouth before he spoke, his Mistress’ tone defusing any argument he had. She knew best “We do not wish to hurt a brother… Go to the surface and bring us more of your kind… Extend our family… Will you do that?” Frosty gave an excited nod “Good boy… Every time you bring a pony you may help with the… Enlightening and your sisters may have a turn with you as well, as I’m sure each would like a more thorough introduction to you… But for now… Go! Bring us more brothers and sisters.” Mistress’ vines wrapped around Frosty and he waved goodbye to his family, many cheers and good wishes being called to him as the door opened and he was lifted up through the entrance… Back up into the light of the world above.
Frosty’s two sisters on his side swayed looking around “Wow… The surface is beautiful.” They said in union.
Frosty nodded “But we have a job to do for the rest of the family.” The vines nodded as Frosty led the way.
He had to check out of his hotel of course.
