The Canterlot Files

Chapter-specific content tag: sex with plants and plant-like nature spirits. Actual impregnation. Even more cum inflation than usual.

Redheart was still confused and worried when she woke up. Not to mention short on sleep - sleeping on the farm couch wasn't really possible once the farm started waking up.

One worry, though, that Mac might be afraid he'd violated her, proved groundless: he'd forgotten everything that happened once he turned into the were-stallion. Still, he blushed and couldn't meet her eyes, and excused himself quickly once they'd made sure he was okay. So she thought he must remember being caught masturbating, making a repeat performance unlikely. She had to admit to herself that way too much was going on in her life for a mundane farmer boyfriend to be a realistically good idea in any case, though the experience had only increased her physical attraction.

Once he'd shuffled off and Applejack had checked in and headed off for chores, Redheart told her crew the whole story.

"I wish we could make sure he's cured," Sonata said.

"Let's go see Twilight," Sunset said. "If we're lucky, she'll have some detection gear we can bring out here. And we can try to get her to make us some gear for the office."

Redheart nodded. "Good call. Maybe we can even use it to figure out how he ended up like that in the first place. Can you two go? I want to head home and get cleaned up a bit."

"The office is supposed to be open soon," Sonata said, "I should go and greet people if they show up."

"I think I can handle dropping in on my friend," Sunset chuckled. "I imagine it'd cost something for supplies, though. Do we have a budget?"

Redheart shrugged. "Yes, but we're in the darling phase where they've just decided to fund us and think our work is important, so even with setting up the office I haven't made much of a dent. And I hear how much of it we use this year determines how much we get next year. So tell her to make sure it stands up to an audit, but as long as it doesn't hit six figures, we'll be fine." She considered that she had no idea either how rich Twilight was, nor how expensive building her weird science could get. "I guess if it does hit six figures, just call me and we'll see what we can do."

"Right," Sunset said. "I don't think it will, she can't have much of a budget herself. But I guess I don't really know if she's compromising a lot on costs."

So resolved, they gave their regards to Applejack, told her they planned to return soon, and drove off into the early morning light.

A brief change and much-needed shower later - just because she'd once been a horse didn't mean she liked smelling like a barn - Sunset walked up the road towards Twilight's house. She halfheartedly wondered if, now that school was out, she'd finally meet Twilight's parents. But the driveway remained empty, the top of the house dark. Sunset had to admit that she didn't have a vast familiarity with human parenting, but it seemed odd to her that Twilight's always seemed to be elsewhere. Certainly in the books she'd read about human adolescents, parents had been a significant feature. Upon reflection, though, she realized none of her friends seemed to have much in the way of active parents. While Applejack and Mac had an obvious reason, she'd never met any of her friends' parents save Pinkie's. She shrugged, supposing that it must just be yet another way human literature idealized rather than representing life. She called Twilight's phone, and her friend directed her to her usual entrance at the back.

The sight of Twilight in her lab never failed to arouse Sunset, at least a little. It was nearly Pavlovian, and not particularly surprising - she'd spent two very nice nights in here fucking her friend silly, either alone or with Sonata and Rarity, after all. And she felt all of her friends were very attractive, though she had to admit it was unlikely she had normal human aesthetic standards.

Twilight grinned at her as she entered, and eagerly moved to hug her.

"Hold up," Sunset said, and explained her newfound power.

"Oh!" Twilight gaped at her. Then, more subdued, "oh. That's...a lot to take in. Rain check on the hug?"

"Sure thing," Sunset said.

Twilight brightened again, and gestured around, where her lab did seem to be in shambles. "Sorry about the mess. I know it's a few weeks yet, but I need to decide what I'm bringing to college, and what to do with the rest. It's," she paused for an instant, "I don't want my parents to have to deal without having the basement for four years, and it's going to be hard to figure out how to store it all. But anyway, you said you were here on business. What's up?"

Sunset filled her in on the situation at Sweet Apple Acres, and their hopes that she'd be able to help with some magic-detecting equipment.

"Well, it sounds like my newest Ethyl, which is four," Twilight held up a foot-long, slender rod with a whirling light on one end, "should be just fine for checking out Mac and whatever other local stuff you need. But I don't have any software written for it that has any kind of UI anyone else will be able to understand, or any documentation on how to use it. So unless you can take me with you, I don't know how I can make it useful."

"We can take you with us."

"Oh," Twilight said, "I thought I might need a security check or something."

"Nah, our reports aren't classified unless the bosses decide we learn something so important it's a danger to national security. Or probably if we find some kind of magical drug or something. But part of our mandate is to take tips and respond to reports from the public. It'd be hard to do that if we had to do background checks on all of them first."

"Well," Twilight smiled, "let's get going then. I can tell you more about the rest when I see your office, but at the very least I can make a few more of these and make a control app you'll be able to use."

Twilight got started on the office right away, but Redheart and Sunset wanted to be sure Mac was cured as soon as possible, and follow any trail they could before it got cold. So they left Sonata to hold down the office and supervise Twilight's work, and headed back to the farm, arriving not much after noon.

With a sigh, Redheart realized there was nothing for it, and they'd have to fill Mac in on what had happened. On Applejack's advice, they just gave it to him straight up, and while it looked like he wanted to sink into his chair, he finally nodded. He apologized to Redheart, despite her saying it wasn't necessary, which she privately appreciated. Even if she was sad it was now even more clear there wouldn't be an encore.

Despite the awkwardness, though, he let them run Ethyl over him, which verified no magic lingered over him, except a tiny bit of Redheart's own. They interviewed him to try to find out what happened to cause his transformation, but between Mac's natural reticence and intense embarrassment, it was slow going. Finally Redheart made the excuse of going outside to scan the barn and farm, and left Applejack and Sunset to finish, hoping that absenting herself would cut back on the embarrassment at least a bit.

Sunset joined her a bit later outside the barn. Though some magic lingered inside, none of it seemed unexpected, and tracing the perimeter of the building had revealed nothing else.

"Sorry, that must have been uncomfortable."

"I mostly felt sorry for Mac," Redheart shrugged, then lowered her voice. "And a bit sad it's ruined my chances at an encore. Well, a fully human one. Fully human for him," she sighed. "You know what I mean."

Sunset nodded. Her eyes said understanding, but she couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Yeah. I don't mean to make fun, you just said it funny."

Redheart shook it off. "Yeah, I did. Anyway, any leads?"

"Even without you distracting him, he didn't know much. We figured out what day it probably started. It seems like he transforms every night, and there have been mares in heat every night even before it started, so we got a likely day, and he remembered what he did during it, or thought he did. Mostly normal farm chores, no big surprises, no strangers. He did take Winona on a walk in the woods, though, and said he was surprised how long it took."

Redheart nodded. "You're thinking lost time?"

"Seems like the best lead. He told me about his route, I figure we can walk it with Ethyl and see what we turn up."

The two set off into the woods on the far side of the farmhouse.

The first few miles were classic farm woods, open and bright, with no old-growth trees that could lead to the deep, dark glades removed from civilization. They were undeniably rural, and soon the sounds even of the farm had faded, but low stone walls, fading to buried ruins off and on, and rusty wire fencing were everywhere along the trail, making it impossible to forget that this was still a human landscape.

Then they reached the stream that marked the border between Sweet Apple Acres and the trust lands beyond, one of the many nature preserves in the Canterlot hills. A sturdy bridge made of split logs between boards lay over the stream, and then the trail passed off into deeper, greener woods. Mac had said he'd gone as far as the pond, a few miles beyond this, before turning around, so they pressed on.

The change in the woods was striking. They deepened even further not far in, and the warm summer day cooled in the emerald shade. Redheart's tail proved useful for once: its incessant flicking had deadly accuracy against biting flies. But it couldn't deter the occasional mosquito, emboldened by the shade. Nor could it chase away a feeling of watchfulness that Sunset felt was, if not hostile, certainly not friendly. Ethyl continued to register nothing, though, so she told herself it was just her imagination. Still, the pair quieted, muted by the age of the place and the sense of suspicion in the air, and Sunset saw Redheart glancing tensely at the sensor readout as well.

Just as it felt like it was becoming unbearable, they caught sight of shimmering water through the trees, and the tension evaporated. They came into a clearing around a small pond, a few dozen feet across, lined with cattails and peopled by some very vocal frogs. Sunset blinked in the light, mildly surprised, despite knowing better, to find it was still only early afternoon.

The sensor showed nothing. She looked around. It was a nice, if modest, pond. There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. The trail did continue on beyond it, but Mac had been confident he'd turned around here. She scanned the bank and wooded verge, first with her eyes, then with Ethyl. As she ran the device over a nondescript part of ground, there was a faint ping of unknown magic.

"Got something," she said. She ran it back over the same ground, to no result. "Oh wait," she shook her head as Redheart joined her, "maybe not."

She lifted the sensor to examine it, and it pinged again, with the same unknown magic. She turned around, getting two more pings, but she couldn't get them to repeat. Then the same magic returned as a steady line, and she heard the singing.

It was low, barely audible, and just one voice, which sounded feminine. There were clearly words, but none Sunset knew. And buried in it, like in the songs of the sirens, she could feel a compulsion. Come to me. As with the sirens, though, she was aware of it, but not bound by it, and found she could refuse. She turned to look at Redheart.

You feel it? She mouthed silently, not wanting to tip off the singer.

Redheart nodded.

You can resist?

She nodded again.

Sunset considered. She felt that, as a rule of thumb, if someone was magically compelling her to do something, it was because they did not have her best interests at heart. On the other hand, if this had happened to Mac, he'd certainly have followed the voice. And they weren't going to solve the mystery if they didn't.

She felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out on instinct. She saw a text from Redheart - in her musing, she'd failed to notice her partner getting out her phone.

Play along, the text said, use your empathy. Sunset nodded, and both women set off, following the song.

Though it was so faint they'd missed it, Sunset found they were following a trail of sorts. While the ground wasn't worn bare like the one they'd taken to get this far, there was no undergrowth, only fallen leaves and bracken, interspersed with stones. All around thorns, poison ivy, bushes, and fallen trees blocked the route, but always an easy way opened, leading them on towards the voice. As they approached, Sunset gradually became aware that the voice was not just trying to call her to it, it was trying to turn her on.

Why is everything supernatural also sexy? She wondered. But I guess if all you have is a magical pony dick, everything looks like a pussy.

The further they went, the more insistent the tones of arousal became. Sunset found she could resist them, too. Still, she didn't want to tip her hand, and by this point, she suspected the song should have made her desperate. She let enough wash over her to conjure her dick, hard and ready.

Right after it appeared, they came to a glade. Not a clearing - if anything, the canopy here was thicker than anywhere else. But the trees were massive, and the dark canopy seemed to have choked almost all the undergrowth. Thick ferns lined the edges, but the middle featured what looked like a soft bed of grass. It twisted left, around a massive trunk, and from this direction the singing came. As they moved to follow it, though, a rustle from the ferns behind them drew her attention.

Five vines, about as thick as the member now waiting in her pants, moved above the grassy bed towards them. They were dark green, veiny, and glistened with some kind of fluid. And the spade-shaped heads each featured a small opening in the tip. All-in-all, Sunset would have recognized their purpose even without the song's increasing attempts to make her out of her mind with arousal.

Redheart turned to her. I got this, she mouthed, and gestured towards the singer.

Sunset wasn't sure if she wanted to see her partner in flagrante or not, but she did worry that if she didn't take this chance, more vines might come to detain her. She hurried on, around the tree.

Redheart thought she was fighting off the song's aphrodisiac effects pretty well, but she wouldn't have said she was sad about facing down the vines. She wasn't sure if it was an effect of her transformation, the result of sharing an office with two sexpots, or just that she no longer had to balance out teenagers as a voice of reason, but she'd been horny far more often recently than before the summer. Just noticing that the song wanted to turn her on had been enough to get her a bit damp, and now the prospect of distracting these vines from Sunset had her more than lubricated enough to do so. Not, she had to admit, that that seemed likely to have been a problem either way. The vines practically dripped with their own secretions.

Still, while everything about this glade and the vines approaching her screamed sex, she knew that they could as easily capture or strangle her, and she shared Sunset's skepticism of magical compulsions. So in the brief time she had, she decided to make sure her knife stayed on her.

Quickly she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra. After getting her wings, she'd gone strapless, so it was easy to remove without taking of her top. Her breasts tumbled free, nipples erect. Then she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She hoped leaving this easy access would prevent the vines from trying to tear off the belt that held her knife.

They certainly seemed to appreciate it. While they had no visible sense organs of any kind, as soon has her panties left her dripping sex exposed to air, even before she'd managed to get them clear of her legs, the vines, which had been undulating in her general direction, stopped still and all five heads turned to face directly towards her. Then, a moment later, they rushed towards her.

Her panties were still around her ankles when the first twisted around her left leg. It pulled it up and forward, and she folded open her wings and nearly cried out as she felt herself falling backwards, but before she went any distance at all, she felt several others catch her, twining gently around her waist and shoulders. She kicked her panties off her right leg, letting her spread them as the left lifted, but then another wrapped around her right, and she found herself rising a few feet above the grass.

In the guise of flailing, she made sure she could still move her arms enough to reach her knife if necessary. Satisfied she could, she let herself fall into the sensations. The vines were incredibly strong, despite being only thick enough to make her pleased at their progress towards her crotch. They held her steady in the air, and the three interlaced ones behind her back felt as secure as a hammock. Their whole lengths were coated in oily dampness, but it was warm and not unpleasant, merely letting them slide easily over her flesh.

And slide they did. The two on her legs swirled up, making her shiver at the sensation of the warm, damp tendrils on the bare flesh of her legs, rising inexorably towards her crotch. The two on her shoulders sunk lower, wrapping gently around her breasts. And the final one caressed her cheek, gently. She knew that if she were truly in the thrall of the song, she would be utterly wanton, but still, she appreciated that the vines didn't seem to be forcing themselves on her. She wondered if they were related to the singer or not. Still, she didn't want to blow her cover, and besides, she was horny enough on her own. She turned her head and took the tip of the vine stroking her face into her mouth.

It tasted of summer fruits, some mix of strawberries and black raspberries and others she couldn't identify. It paused for a moment, then gently began dancing with her tongue. She couldn't help but smile.

Then she moaned, as the two beneath her finally reached the top of her legs. One ran itself gently but firmly over her pussy lips, not entering, but stroking her, teasing her labia, occasionally and barely touching her clit. She realized with a start that somehow these vines knew human anatomy quite well - and were interested in some basic foreplay.

The second one between her legs seemed similarly inclined. It dipped low, slithering across the cheeks of her ass, leaving its warm, damp trails on her as it lightly touched her. Then, with a pause, it dropped away for a bit, then returned, striking just hard enough a blow to sting slightly.

She hadn't realized she liked that, but found she really did. She squeaked, and spread her legs wider. She was sopping. She hoped the vine working her sex would realize this was an invitation.

It seemed to. It pulled back, running its whole length, slippery and warm, across her clit as it did so. She squirmed. The one below spanked her again, and she pulled her legs as wide as she could, the vines easily yielding. She was spread wantonly to the forest air. The taste of fruit filled her mouth.

The vine that had been teasing her slid home. She felt the delicious pleasure as her folds parted for the spade-shaped head. It sunk into her slowly but steadily, filling her insides as she squirmed. She felt its tip just reach her cervix, then it stopped, warm and filling. She let out a long moan.

The vines on her breasts moved, sliding over her erect nipples as they rose to gently slide across her neck and collarbone. Then the final one pressed between her ass cheeks and against her tight hole. It stopped. She nodded and tried to press her rear down towards it. She couldn't move much in her suspension, but it parted a little, and she felt the well-lubricated tip begin to part it. It slid the rest of the way in and just kept going. Where a human cock could only go so deep, rigid as it was, the vine twisted and turned within her. She felt fuller than she ever had. She shuddered, and her wings and tail twitched.

The vine deep in her ass remained still, as did the one she was sucking, but the other three went to work. The one in her sex pounded her enthusiastically, always pulling out so that only the spade remained inside, before sinking back in to exactly her capacity. The other two caressed her entire upper body, at varying pressures, but always running over her nipples. They kept her shuddering and moaning. And the one in her mouth just moved slightly, playing with her tongue, reminding her more of a kiss than fellatio.

Her pleasure rose so quickly she feared the song might be taking her, but at the thought she realized it wasn't - the vines were just so skilled, she was rapidly approaching her climax. She writhed in pleasure, bucking into the steady pace of the vine fucking her, each move making her deliciously aware of the one deep in her ass.

One of the two on her upper body pulled back, until only the tip remained, and it began teasing her hard nipple only, running the edge of the spade along it before slithering across, alternating pinpoint pressure with broad. The other turned low. Keeping its base against her other nipple, it ran its tip down her side, tickling her ribs deliciously, then across her hips and belly. Lower and lower it went, and she squirmed, until finally it grazed her clit.

She broke. The vine in her pussy bottomed out again, and orgasm came to her. She screamed, but just as she started cumming, all the vines inside her began to empty. The fluid in her mouth was delicious, and eagerly she gulped it down. In her bowels and womb, she felt heavy loads seeping into her. She was drowning in pleasure, near-delirious. She quaked in the vines. Her belly swelled slightly.

The vines pulled out, still spraying. Her ass and crotch and face were soaked. The vine on her clit dove in to take the place of the one that had just left. As soon as it bottomed out, it too began pumping into her. Still she writhed in pleasure. It withdrew. Finally the last vine left her breast and plunged into her pussy. She was coming down now, and her eyes widened at the feeling of yet more fluids filling her already brimming womb. She looked ready to give birth, and felt that it should hurt, but instead she was still in the grip of some half-orgasm, not as intense, but her whole body tingled.

She realized with a start that she was feeling the magic of the vines' cum inside her. Her head swam. She knew, somehow, that it was not semen, but actual seeds, unfertilized, that she'd been filled with. A vision came to her of returning next Spring. She saw herself stripping and lying in the glade. She saw a large creature she couldn't quite make out come to her. She felt it penetrate her, massive and warm and very male, knew it would fertilize the seeds still in her. She saw herself stealing back on a midsummer night, and knew it was to give birth to something.

The vines withdrew, placing her gently on the grass. The vision faded, but still she felt the power within her, and as with Mac's cum, she felt she couldn't contain it. She moaned and writhed, burning with pleasure and discomfort at once. She thought of Mac, felt his rough fur on her again, his massive horse cock inside her again. She felt her skin ripple, felt fur begin to sprout.

No! She lay back on the grass, and struggled to control the power. She focused on the grass beneath her, cool on her warm back. She spread her wings against it. She willed the magic out of her, anywhere, into the grass, into the ground.

Her belly subsided. The cum dripping from her asshole dried up. She felt the power draining, running along her wings and back and her arms, flat against the grass. The fire faded. With a gasp, she sat up.

All around her for a good fifteen feet, except for the outline where her body had lain, the grass was now waist high, covered in pink flowers. The few trees within the radius had sprouted new branches, bearing similar ones. Even more than normal flowers, they looked very much like her pussy.

She shook her head, staggered to her feet, and went off to find Sunset.

As that was happening...

Sunset rounded the tree, and the song hit her full-force. She could tell that this close, it would be overwhelming to someone without her resistance. And she saw the source.

Directly ahead of her, a woman stood. But not a human woman, nor even a near-human one like Arwen. She was unmistakably a creature of the woods. Her skin was dark brown, and textured like bark, nearly identical to the trees around her. Her eyes were emerald, her pupils slanted like a cat's, and she had no whites, only endless dazzling irises that shone even in the dim light of the glade. And her hair was a cascade of leaves like a willow's, but covered in flowers red as blood. She was naked. Her full breasts were topped with nipples like acorns, and while Sunset couldn't see what lay beneath her legs, tiny closed buds of flowers adorned her pubis. She grinned as she sang, showing teeth white as wood under bark, but all sharp.

Her eyes widened a bit when she saw Sunset, and the song changed. Sunset felt it was suggesting that, as a woman, she'd rather be with the vines. Sunset grinned and pulled her panties off under her skirt, revealing her stallion cock. The song faltered for a moment, then returned full-force, and as before, pounding insistent arousal against Sunset.

The plant woman fell back, and Sunset saw that behind her was a grassy rise, the height of a bed. As she fell upon it she spread her legs, revealing a pussy edged with flower petals instead of fleshy lips, dripping a green nectar.

Sunset played the part of someone drowning in a song of lust eagerly. After all, her empathy required contact. She charged forward and hilted herself eagerly.

Her cock sunk all the way in snugly. Despite some reservations she'd quelled to play her part, the woman's bark-like skin wasn't uncomfortably rough to the touch. It was as warm as a human would be, and just rough enough to be pleasingly so, like fingernails lightly run over sensitive skin. Her pussy felt exactly as Sunset expected, and she didn't have to fake a moan.

The woman shuddered as she was filled, but Sunset could tell at once it was mostly an act. She read some slight pleasure, most of it at the novelty - both Sunset's gender and her pony equipment seemed a turn-on to her partner. But most of the creature's emotions were alien to Sunset entirely. She felt no malice, which she might have expected, nor a desire to breed, also a possibility. Emotions swirled in the being, no doubt, but Sunset got an impression of earth and the smell of grass, and little else, save the tight pearl of pleasure.

Hoping to understand more, and increasingly horny herself, Sunset began thrusting into her partner. The other woman's pleasure grew, but only slowly. Certainly far more slowly than Sunset's own. Still playing the part of the beguiled lover, she pounded hard, trying to detach herself as much as possible to keep in control. She bent down and kissed the other woman, partly out of acting, partly in the hopes it would help her empathy. The lips parted, the warm tongue met her own, stopping the song, but it's magic still filled the air. The kiss mimicked passion passably, but Sunset could tell it still wasn't genuine. This knowledge helped keep her detached. Then she felt a change in her lover's state, a roil of emotion, not quite hostile, but deliberate, like a trap being sprung. The creature's hand darted into a hidden part of the grassy bed and emerged holding something which she tried to slam down on Sunset's back with her hand.

She was very fast. Even not caught up in the spell, if Sunset hadn't had the empathic warning that something had changed, she doubted she'd have been able to react in time. As it was, though, she caught the woman's wrist, stopping the...attack?

She turned to look. In her hand was what looked like a burr. She clearly needed to get it to Redheart for a closer look. She pulled back, getting ready to wrestle it away.

Before she could move, though, the other woman's legs wrapped tight around her, locking her fully inside. She felt the blossom of confusion as her partner realized she was not a slave to her song. Curiously, this seemed to excite her as well, as the pearl of pleasure grew slightly. But it still remained so minor Sunset was confused - why was the other woman maintaining their coupling now that the charade was done? She struggled, but the grip was far too tight, and despite the other woman's small stature, she seemed to be rooted to the bed, and wouldn't move at all.

Then she had to stifle a moan as the plant woman's entire sex began undulating and dripping moisture all around her. It was more intense than a blowjob, because it covered the entire length of her shaft, balls to tip. Her lover continued to feel detached, and she realized her plan - if Sunset were to cum, hard, she'd lose control of herself, releasing the other woman's hand to do whatever it had wanted to do in the first place.

She struggled, trying to pry apart the fingers that had closed over the strange burr. But she made no headway - they were as strong as the wood they resembled. She felt herself getting closer and closer. Desperately she looked down, still keeping the hand pinned in her own. The buds on her lover's pubis had opened, revealing delicate pink blossoms. She tilted her head in confusion.

The other woman followed her gaze. Her uncanny eyes widened, and Sunset felt her fill with confusion, and a bit more arousal. She made a wild guess.

"Does it copy the red potion now if I don't drink one?" She mused to herself. The other woman's eyes flickered in a way that made Sunset think she understood the words, and her confusion grew to match. "Can you understand me? Does this," she gestured at the open blossoms, "mean you're fertile now?"

The other woman said nothing, but the arousal grew more.

"It does, doesn't it? Well you probably want to let me go, unless you want to be a mommy." More arousal, more confusion. "That's right, this cock is magic. It made you fertile, but it's got crossbreeding spells on it too. If I get off in you, you'll get pregnant."

She felt the hesitation, but then the resolve. The massage continued, and the woman shook her head.

Sunset nearly panicked. Her hope had backfired - now she knew her lover was fertile, and it only made her more aroused. She was closer now, and if she did get off, she felt sure she'd empty her whole balls, leaving herself helpless with pleasure. At the very least the woman would be able to hide the burr again, and she might even be able to escape. She definitely felt the tide of pleasure rising in the other woman, but not near as quickly as her own.

Not near as quickly as her own...

She realized she had one chance left. She still couldn't move her legs to thrust, but she had a mouth, and one hand free. She kissed the other woman's neck and chin and chest, feeling little twinges of pleasure each time. She kissed down her full firm breast to her nipple, and spikes of pleasure greeted her as she took it in her mouth, teasing it. Her lover was enjoying this, despite her detachment. Still, Sunset was close. She needed more.

In desperation, she moved her hand down to her lover's crotch. She hadn't seen a clit at all, but maybe, just maybe...

She ran her hand gently over the bed of blossoms now open on the plant woman's pubis.

Sunset was nearly bowled over with the blast of emotion as her lover exploded into orgasm. Fluids drenched her cock. The woman rose eagerly, pushing Sunset's face up and pressing their breasts together. She kissed her, passion no longer feigned. Her hand opened, nerveless, and Sunset caught the burr that fell from it.

Now, though, she needed not to drop it herself, as her own orgasm swelled all the faster in response to the unleashed passion of her lover. She fumbled with it, her brain only grudgingly giving up the resources to control her hand. She managed to drop it into her shirt pocket, and then she gave in. She fell heavily on the plant woman, pressing her into the grass bed, and fertile seed pumped out of her. They kissed and pressed close as her full equine balls emptied, and the shaft vanished. Still the being held her tight. She felt her seed running down her legs as it spilled out of her lover. She saw her belly half swelled. She moaned as she found herself somehow still cumming, her own pussy continuing where her cock left off. She tried again to pull free, and looked down in confusion to see the woman shaking her head.

She expected she would try to demand the burr back, but instead felt only lust still rising. She reached her brown hands up and placed them over her half-swollen belly, then raised them higher. The message was clear, she wanted more.

Sunset's eyes widened and her knees quaked as the thought intensified her continuing orgasm. But her magic was game. Her cock sprung back into being, already fully hilted.

And, presumably because she was already cumming, it was already ejaculating. Her eyes were already on the other woman's belly, and she could see it swelling with each massive shot. It was too much. She felt herself falling, felt her mind following the streams of seed swelling this mysterious woman, impregnating her. Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out, still pumping her lover fuller and fuller.

Sunset came to with Redheart shaking her and calling her name. Her partner looked frazzled. She'd clearly tried to clean off, but some kind of green goo streaked her hair and her top.

"Oh thank goodness," Redheart said, "I thought you were injured."

"Just fucked out," Sunset managed. "How long was I out?"

"I just got here, so can't have been long. Any luck?"

"Yeah, she..." Sunset looked around. The woman was gone without a trace. She reached for her pocket, and felt the burr.

"I'll tell you about it on the way back," Sunset said. "But I think I found a clue." She pulled the burr out of the pocket.

"It looks like just a burr," Redheart stared at it.

Sunset dug Ethyl out of her bag and ran it over the burr. It squeaked with intense unknown magic.

"Oh." Redheart said. "What does that mean?"

"No idea," Sunset sighed. "But I think it might be what happened to Mac. Anyway, we won't figure it out here. Let's head back and compare notes."

So they staggered off down the trail, back towards the car, and the office, and civilization.