Equustale

by neorenamon

"So the day has come to see," muttered Zecora as she stared at the flower sticking its face through the hole it just made in her front door, "should a flower be annoying me."

"Oh, I'm more than just annoying," scowled Flowey.

"It's also coming to be a fact," she added, "that you're surely lacking tact."

"Just be quiet and give me your soul, you striped freak!"

"I have many things I haven't tried," she replied as she tossed a clay pot at the flower, "like this powerful herbicide!"

Flowey coughed before he grinned and announced, "Oh, like I'm an ordinary plant! You're wasting your time if you think that will do more than slow me down!" To make his point, he began opening the hole he made in her door.

He ducked just in time to avoid the spear that came flying at his face.

"Watch where you're pitching that crap!" he hissed, "You might hurt someone like that!"

"So you have something to fear," she replied, "from a little humble spear?"

"No!" he growled as he floated Chara's body and Twilight's body before him, "but your friends here sure do!"

"You surely must be no flower," she replied, "when behind the innocent you cower!"

"In this world... or any other... it's KILL OR BE KILLED!" he snapped.

"Even if you are a plant, mercy is something you should grant."

"Mercy?!" he replied, "Only a couple have ever truly shown me anything like that!"

"If it's been shown to you before, then surely you are worth more."

"I have to admit I've finally found someone more annoying than that Smiling Trashbag!" he scowled.

"What I am is what you see," she replied, "There's nothing else that I can be."

"It seems we're at a bit of a standoff here," he mused, "You have potions and weapons... I have hostages."

"So perhaps you should reveal," she answered, "what you're looking for in a deal."

"Give me some more of that fertilizer potion... and I'll think about what I want the most."

She nodded as she pushed a bowl of green fluid in front of him.

"This isn't made with shit, is it?" he asked as he looked it over.

"This is made with sweat and toil," she replied, "from loam, minerals, water and soil."

"You look pretty smart," he answered as he gave the bowl a sniff, "so you should know I'll kill both of your... friends here... should you try to poison me again."

"While it gives me a fright to admit I know you're right."

Flowey drank the fluid in one gulp. "Well it's not the worst crap I've ever taken," he mused, "It's far from the best."

"Well my fertilizer is good for the stalk," she replied, "Most of the plants taking it don't talk."

"I guess that makes feedback a little hard, doesn't it?"

Roots burst out from the floor under Zecora.

"Oh your little bloody slime!" she cried as the vines hogtied her, "You were just stalling me for... HHHMMMPPPHHH!!!" The vines cut her off as she was muzzled.

"Actually," he muttered as he began extracting her soul, "I was feeling a bit... undernourished."

Then he looked over Zecora's soul as he pulled it in closer. Her soul was black with white stripes... or white with black stripes... he couldn't be sure.

"I'm sure this power will serve me well," he growled as he sucked it into himself.

After he grew larger and stronger, he piled the human and two mare bodies over in the corner of the hut.

"I hope the monsters around here don't know how to use doors," he grumbled as he slipped out. He grinned darkly as he closed the door behind him.

As he walked away, he slowly transformed into a unicorn stallion form made from wood and plants. Almost like a pony version of a timberwolf.

"I need to go to Ponyville to gather some more pony souls!" he chuckled.