It was a nice and dry summer night. Luna’s full moon was shining bright and besides the quiet sounds of nature it was completely quiet. Everypony was sound asleep. Everypony except for Applejack.
She just couldn’t sleep. Lying awake in her soft bed below her thin summer blanket, Applejack was looking outside her window. She had let it open earlier and now felt a soft breeze coming through it while listening to the hushed sounds of the night.
Something had been nagging at the back of her mind all night ever since she went to bed. It just didn’t feel right. This was what had kept her awake. Thinking about what wasn’t right, about what was nagging at her – calling her. Fore some reason she also didn’t feel very tired at all, even though she had been up working all day.
Applejack knew she needed to get at least some sleep during the night. Like the last one the next day would be full of chores and she needed her energy. So she decided to go for a small walk across her orchard. Maybe the cool night air would finally clear her mind and make her tired.
After she had snuck out of the barn as hushed as she could, not wanting to wake anyone of her kin, she trotted a bit aimlessly towards her orchard. Applejack didn’t actively decide on a direction, but eventually she found herself walking along a path leading to the border of the Everfree Forest.
Several minutes later she almost had reached the end of the path. The creepy sounds the forest made at night convinced her to turn around and wander back, even though she still wasn't tired in the slightest, and the nagging feeling was also still there.
But then she suddenly felt like she had stepped into mud. It wouldn’t have been unusual to step into mud on a apple orchard, but it was nearing the end of summer and the last days all had been very dry. So dry she even was starting to worry about her trees.
Because of that, Applejack got curious and looked down to investigate. Maybe there was a natural spring nearby? She could use that to water her trees!
As she looked down and unavoidably rested more weight on her front leg standing in the “mud”, she suddenly fell. The whole ground below her had opened up like a sinkhole. Applejack was screaming and scared for her life, but she didn’t land hard. Instead she landed quite soft.
The full moon still shining brightly, she tried to look around to see where she fell into. Applejack was in a small cave, the hole she fell through didn’t let in enough light to see it completely though. She couldn’t even see how big it was since the edges were completely covered by darkness.
Before she looked down to see what cushioned her fall she thought it was just a normal landslide and was happy she didn’t get hurt, but then Applejack let out her second scream of the night. Below her was a big writhing mass of brownish green roots.
They didn’t look like plant roots though, especially since plants don’t move, but she didn’t have any better words for it. Maybe vines? Tentacles? What she knew for certain was that they all were covered in something very slimy and unpleasant. She hadn’t noticed it at first, because of the dirt that fell down with her, but now she could feel the slimy stuff soaking into her coat.
Out of disgust and slight fear Applejack tried to stand up. She needed to find a way out of that hole and then get someone to help her investigate what those things were she had landed on. All she knew it could be a dangerous creature from the Everfree Forest!
Her attempts were in vain though, as the moment she moved the whole mass came alive. The first thing she felt was a thick tentacle slithering around her belly lightning fast, coating her in its slime while it moved around her midriff binding her to the mass. Her legs were still free and she still tried to get up, but the thing already was stronger than her and not even her well trained legs could help.
Then only seconds later a second root moved towards her. This one was smaller than the first massive one and moved towards her face instead. Before Applejack could do as much as utter a yelp it wound itself around her muzzle silencing her. It all happened so fast she almost bit her tongue as it forcefully closed her maw. She still tried to scream and yell for help, but the only thing escaping her bound mouth were muffled yelps.
Applejack was still struggling heavily when five more tendrils moved towards her. Each of them wound around one of her legs, first only around her fetlocks, but then slowly slithering their slimy masses along the whole length of her toned legs.
The fifth vine went straight for Applejack’s neck. It wound around it three times and then slowly tightened itself. It didn’t strangle her – she still could breath without problems through her nose – but it was a considerable pressure nonetheless.
There was no time for her to think about it before two more vines moved towards her bound face. Those two were as slimy as the others but very thin. They had about the diameter of a pen. They moved directly to her muzzle without hesitating even for a second. Instead of doing something to her mouth though, they slithered right into her nostrils.
Tickling her insides, this wrongful penetration made Applejack sneeze. That moment she realized how snug they fit into her. They completely plugged her nose, but she still could breath, even though her mouth still was bound shut, too.
Applejack could feel the wet invaders slithering further back her nose and even down through her windpipe. They only stopped moving when she felt them deep in her chest - she assumed they had reached directly into her lungs.
A moment later her head felt a bit clouded, even though she clearly still could breath without restriction. There also was a slight tingling in her belly. It was a familiar feeling. She was getting aroused!
Before Applejack could react to that, something wet and slightly cold touched her nethers. It was only the slightest of touches, but with the starting arousal from the aphrodisiacs being pumped directly into her lungs it made her moan. No sound escaped her bound and plugged muzzle, but it was still a strong vibration in her throat.
When Applejack moved her head to look down – as far as she was able with the restricting tentacle wound around her neck holding her – she saw the thing that was teasing her was yet another one of those slimy vines. It started increasing its efforts as soon as she saw it, and was moving its length between her lips – slightly parting them while rubbing along.
The gooey invader kept that movement up until her marehood was completely covered in its muck – Applejack involuntarily helping with the lubrication, too at this point – then it moved away from her for a second only to come back at a different angle. It was prodding at her opening, begging for entrance.
Not waiting for permission it slowly moved into her, only penetrating slightly, making Applejack feel heavenly with its sensual movements. She would have never allowed something like that to cause her pleasure, but the drugs already deep in her system forced her to enjoy it, and besides that the tentacle seemed to really put a lot of effort into being as gentle with her as possible. She had no idea that would change soon enough though.
Applejack got slightly distracted from the feelings her marehood sent her as two new vines moved into her view. Those were very thin, but had each a slight bulb at their end. As determined as the ones that had penetrated her nostrils, those new ones moved straight to her ears.
They didn’t move in far – less even than a q-tip would – instead as soon as they reached her openings the buds started to swell. Rapidly increasing in size they perfectly formed along her cavities – effectively plugging her. At first she didn’t realize it, but those invaders were so good at plugging her ears, the only thing she was still able to hear was her own heartbeat – rendering her completely deaf.
A sudden increase in the speed of the vine in Applejack’s marehood made her jerk her head up. For a moment she was reminded where she was again. She was looking through the hole in the ceiling of the cave directly at Luna’s beautiful moon. Then she soon was lost in the now elevated pleasure again.
Suddenly something smacked her rump out of nowhere. Before she could look down though, the vine around her neck got more restrictive, forcing her to keep looking up at the night sky. If she could have, she would have let out a pleasureful yelp with the next and following smacks her plump rump received. The plugs in her ears prevented her from knowing, but she was sure every impact made an audible smack, especially since the tentacles – and by then she, too – were completely covered in slime.
With the tentacle in Applejack’s snatch still hammering into her quickly, yet another limb moved into her view. This new one was a lot bigger than the previous ones, though. On its end was a small slightly gaping hole about the size of a pinhead, leaking a lot of the slimy substance everything was already covered in.
It moved forward until the tip touched her forehead, but instead of stopping it kept pressing against her. When it did that, the hole on its end slowly got wider and wider and Applejack could feel its insides kissing the skin of her head.
What felt like only moments later she could feel it touch her eyes. Instinctively she closed them, but with an especially forceful thrust into her marehood she opened them in surprise, while another yelp was muffled through her bound muzzle. At first she wanted to close them again to prevent the slime hurting her, but she quickly noticed it didn’t hurt, instead she was now able to see through the vine. Stretching around her head made it slightly transparent. Above her was still the hole in the ceiling and the night sky.
The vine on her head steadily kept moving further down. It passed her muzzle when another forceful thrust would have made her howl again.
The moment the big “tube” reached her neck it slowly started to turn opaque again, wrapping Applejack in deep darkness. The last thing she saw before she was disconnected from her senses – her ears plugged and her eyes blindfolded – were several wines moving up towards the hole in the ceiling like roots, moving the dirt around to reseal the cave.
Completely separated from the world around her, Applejack was left alone with the feelings her nethers sent her. She hadn’t noticed, but at some point the tentacles had stopped spanking her. Her butt was really sore and tender then, but it also really was arousing for her drugged mind. The vine in her marehood was still pumping in and out of her fast, it even sped up again. All while the tentacle encasing her head moved further down her body.
The second Applejack reached her orgasm the vine in her love canal slowed down abruptly. It didn’t stop though. Its new pattern was to sensually penetrate her, almost like it had started, but now it tried to move as deep into her tunnel as it could go. Every stroke into her moved on until it slightly bumped against her cervix and then pulled out until it almost left her, but not quite.
Her orgasm lasted for a while and when she finally managed to get down she realized her entire body was inside this encasing limb. For a short moment fear got loud in her mind again, but then the next slow thrust deep into her started and her mind was awash with pleasure fast.
The sack she was lying in now slowly contracted and she could feel it around her almost like a second skin. It was still completely filled with the slime though, which together with the tightness gave her a blissful feeling.
Applejack felt a new movement at her nethers when a tentacle playfully bumped against her rear entrance. It felt quite nice at first, but when it tried to get into her it started to hurt. Sensing that, the monster didn’t slow down it’s advances trying to get into her back door, instead one more tentacle moved towards her privates.
This one was the smallest one yet. It slithered towards her most sensitive nub and slowly curled around it. Then in an almost vibrating motion started to softly massage Applejack’s clit. Distracted by the heavy stimulation, she didn’t notice the pain when the other tentacle finally found it’s way through her tight pucker.
She still could feel it though. It had many bumps and grooves along its length that playfully massaged her entrance while moving into her. It moved further and further into her all the while her pain got eased by the tiny companion around her pleasure button.
The small teaser started moving again, too then. It still kept itself wrapped around Applejacks clit, but moving forward it found the entrance to her urethra. Like the one that penetrated her tailhole moments ago, it first caressed the small rim of it before plunging forward.
Only seconds later it breached the entrance to her bladder and started expanding like the vines in her ears had. Applejack felt like she had to pee really urgently, but somehow the strange pressure inside her stimulated her more as still both of her holes got fucked. It gave a pleasant pressure against her marehood on one side and against the sheath she was in on the other side.
Before she could get to her next orgasm, the tentacle inside her marehood stopped entirely though, still as deep inside her as it could go, while the one in her bum got faster.
Then she felt something entirely unfamiliar. It felt like the tip of the tentacle in her marehood had opened and several tiny vines were now roaming around her cervix, slightly caresing and tickling it. She was about to enjoy that weird feeling when she suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in her inner core.
One of the tiny tentacles had penetrated her cervix and the others quickly followed. First they only stuck themselves through her inner opening, but then they stretched it apart, too, which caused almost unbearable pain for Applejack. Before she knew it the entire big tentacle had penetrated her womb and was now inside her as deep as anything could ever hope to go.
Sitting there it ceased its movement. With the bumpy vine in her tailhole and the tiny one wrapped around her nub, filling her bladder, she soon forgot the pain in her core and drifted away in pleasure again.
When the pain was gone entirely, she could feel something stretching her marehood again. It was inside the tentacle and had trouble getting into her, because of its girth, but eventually it managed to penetrate her lips.
Applejack could feel it move along the length of her marehood, until with another sharp pain it moved into her womb. There she lost the feeling completely for a second until it reappeared as something pressing against her walls, weighing her down.
As soon as the first seed was planted in her womb a new one stretched her lips. Still completely blind and deaf she was forced to entirely concentrate on the feelings her body was exposed to. The seed pressing into her womb while her butt got fucked, her clit stimulated and her bladder was artificially filled. Her whole body silently being hugged by the slimy encasement.
Applejack could feel her belly stretch as the flood of seeds into her never stopped after the first one had entered her. In a wrong way it felt pleasurable as the pain of the stretching grew and grew. With her last orgasm Applejack passed out.
* * *
Big Mac and Applebloom were walking along the orchard. The first snow was falling down and they had to make sure everything in their orchard was in order.
Both had a sullen look on their faces when Applebloom started talking to her big brother.
“Do you think she will come back?”
Big Mac had to sniffle for a moment to not drop a tear.
“E-eyup.”
He didn’t believe his own words. It was too long ago.
