Treehugger brushed a dreadlock out of her face while she finished tying her bandana, smiling softly to herself in the mirror. Sunlight poured in through the small window above the tub and a fresh spring breeze blew around the room, filling the bathroom with the scent of fresh grass and pollen. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs to their maximum and rolled her eyes at the tingling in her nose. Today was the best day she could've wished for. Spring was here, the trees and plants were blooming and the smell made her hind legs shiver.
"Um, Treehugger?" came her best friend. "Are you okay in there?"
"Yeah, man," she replied, opening the door to Fluttershy's smiling face. "Just making sure I'm, like, in the mood for the festival today."
"That's a relief," Fluttershy said with a smile. She turned and walked down the hallway alongside Treehugger. "Breakfast is ready when you want it."
Tree smiled back. "Thanks for letting me stay with you. It's been super groovy hanging out with you again."
Fluttershy giggled. "Anything for a friend."
The duo had just entered the kitchen when the cuckoo clock near the back door began making noise. Small animals littered the room, doing various things to tidy up the space like squirrels washing the dishes and chipmunks dusting. Fluttershy giggled again, but Tree squinted up at the clock. "What time does it say?" she asked.
"It's nine o'clock," Fluttershy replied, petting one of the squirrels on the head.
Treehugger smiled. "Far out. Just enough time to eat and—"
She paused, looking down at the countertop with only one plate on it. There were golden hayfries still steaming on the plate, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, but she raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Fluttershy.
"You're not eating?" she asked.
Fluttershy smiled and shook her head, still petting a squirrel. "I already ate before you were done."
A smile touched Tree's lips. "What did you eat?"
Fluttershy paused her petting for a split second, glancing over at Tree before looking back down at the squirrel. "Oh, nothing much. Just some granola and a, uh, shake."
"Really?" Tree asked. "What kind of shake?"
Fluttershy's hoof stopped again. "Just a shake."
Treehugger smirked and looked back down at the hayfries and picked up the fork next to her plate and ate. The fries were perfectly cooked and didn't last very long. Once she finished, the squirrels scampered over and took her plate, leaving her to stretch out her hooves. "You're coming to the festival later?" she asked.
Fluttershy nodded. "Of course. I'm really excited to see what new plants you brought this year."
Treehugger's smile turned mischievous. "If you come by my booth, I can show you some of my super rare plants later."
Fluttershy grinned wider. "That would be so cool of you, Treehugger."
Tree nodded and walked over to the door. "Okay, I need to go check on the plants and make sure they're not sick. You know, take their temperature, give them a thorough inspection and make sure everypony will just gobble them up like a nutty morning shake, you know?"
Fluttershy froze and her eyes went wide before she spun around to see the door closed and Treehugger walking up the path to the bridge.
Treehugger trotted along a cobblestone path at the center of Ponyville Celebration Park, smiling at the crowds around her. Ponies of every age and size wandered around between the various plants and trees she had brought from home, some of them talking and others looking over the fascinatingly strange plants that lined the walkways. Several ponies had gathered around a large pineapple-shaped tree with polka dot fronds, a lime green singing sunflower and a crystal berry bush. A big banner hung over the courtyard not too far away, it's bright red letters reading 'Annual Spring Festival'.
She stopped and glanced around, noting all the smiles on everypony's faces. Everypony seemed to really like the assortment of plants this year, particularly the ones with oddly shaped fruits. She had ensured large warning signs were in place to prevent anypony from eating the said fruits, but she knew none of them were poisonous. Some were fun and gave you extremely realistic fantasies of flying or being underwater, but some were clearly not for little ponies. She shifted her rump, adjusting the weight of some of those fruits in her saddlebags before walking off again.
The path became more deserted as she trotted, with less and less gathered around the stranger and scarier members of her collection. There were a couple pairs of ponies standing around and admiring some other plants enclosed in glass boxes, like the flytrapper and the jumping pitcher. A particularly colorful group had gathered around a plant she recognized as a kalideo-spore, a very strange flower from the deserts of Saddle Arabia that liked to spray pollen all over anypony who got too close. A smirk crossed her face as she remembered the first time she had gotten a face full of it's spray.
"Hey, Treehugger!" one of the other ponies called. "Why is this thing in a glass case?"
She turned and blinked slowly. A blue stallion and a purple mare were standing in front of a tall glass case she immediately knew. The plant in question was a sweet tooth lotus, an extremely sweet and addicting plant to eat. It was currently in bloom, showing off it's jawbreaker-like petals that curled colorful spirals. "Because if you eat it, you won't want to stop," she said with a small grin.
"Blegh, who would want to eat that?" he replied, turning back to the plant and shrugging at the mare. The two of them wandered away back towards the more crowded areas, leaving her to smile at the lotus. Her mouth watered as she remembered what it tasted like, but she also recalled how much her teeth hurt after eating just one petal.
She shrugged and kept on walking down the pathway, slipping further away from the main event area as she approached her destination. Several plants that were classified as 'Not Exactly Safe to be Around' were kept in her tent at the far side of the festival, meaning most ponies would be too distracted by the bright and colorful ones to realize these were here. Occasionally, some adventurous pony would ask to see them, so the city council agreed to let them be outside as long as she was the only one that handled them. She smirked again, though, when she heard a small squeak come from behind the tent.
"Is that you again?" she asked, trotting into the tent. "You're, like, super needy today."
The fresh grass underneath her hooves felt wonderful and tickled her legs, but she could feel something slithering around in the blades. She looked down and smiled as a small green tentacle covered in purple spots rose from the grass and wiggled excitedly in the air at her.
"I wasn't gone for that long, man," she cooed, reaching out a hoof and gently prodding the tentacle. "You shouldn't be that bummed out."
Another squeak came from the tentacle and it pointed at her twice, directly at the saddlebags on her haunches. Turning around, she loosened the latch on her saddlebags and the tentacle reached up to prod the bag eagerly. Within were several varieties of fruits, all picked from the trees everypony else was admiring. One of them was shaped like pears with large warts, which the tentacle gravitated towards almost immediately. Once the tentacle realized what was there, it squealed and wiggled excitedly. She glanced down at the ground and saw more tentacles began to rise from the grass, each making their way to her bag and plucking a piece of fruit from them.
"Now, now. Don't be so greedy," she said with a chuckle. "There's a lot more."
One by one, each piece of fruit disappeared underneath the tent's walls until only first and smallest tentacle remained. Its tip pointed to her and shuddered as the sound of fruits being eaten came from behind the wall.
"Well, aren't you excited today?" she said, running the tip of her hoof along the tentacle's length. "If you weren't considered dangerous, I'd probably let you get your own food."
She smiled again as she remembered when she first discovered this plant out near the jungles to the south. On the outskirts of the wild, a tribal pony covered from head to hoof in tattoos had followed her with this sapling, begging for her to buy it from him. He seemed so eager to get rid of it, despite it being just a tiny green sprout at the time and lacking it's now purple polka dots. Once back home, she realized why it was so dangerous once it began to grow and started to eat the other plants around it. Oddly, it seemed to be smart enough to know she wasn't food when she came to check on it.
The vine shivered again and beckoned her towards the wall, squeaking with excitement. Movement caught the corner of her eyes and she glanced back to see the other vines rise again from the grass and prod at her hooves. Various squeaks came from them and she looked up, wondering if anypony was watching or close enough to hear her or the plant. Thankfully, the festival attendees kept on walking around near the bigger plants, paying no attention to her tent or the vines.
"Why do you want me to come by you so bad, huh?" she asked, turning back to the vine. "There's a lot of other ponies that would, like, think you're the coolest thing ever."
Around her, the vines quivered in unison before wrapping themselves around her hooves and inched up her legs. They squeezed her softly and a shuffling sound came from behind the tent. An oval shaped shadow approached the wall and Treehugger's eyes widened a bit. She shook her hoof free of the vines and reached over, lifting the tent wall just enough to let the shadow in. On the other side, a gorgeous jasmine colored flower bud squirmed through on a thick green tentacle. It was nearly half her height and filled the air with a wonderful smell, reminding her of orange blossoms and honeysuckle.
"Wow," she mumbled, her eyes glued to the bud. "Like, when did you grow that?"
The bud shivered and the same small tentacle from before rose into the air in front of it, squeaking softly and wiggling in her direction.
Her cheeks turned a very light shade of red and she focused on the bulb again. "After that night?"
The vine nodded and she felt the vines try to snake up her hooves again.
"Wait," she said, snapping out of her memories. "You want to do this here? Now?"
Another squeak came from the vine.
Her cheeks flushed even brighter, but she shook her head. "I don't think that's a groovy idea. I mean, what if somepony sees you?"
The vine wilted a bit and reached out towards her, gently prodding her chest before rolling itself up into a ball, almost as if it was pleading with her.
Treehugger sighed, shifting her focus between the vine and the sweet smelling bud. The smell was making her warm and tingle all over. "Well, you did make this very pretty flower for me," she said, running her free hoof along the closed petal of the bud. "I suppose it's only fair I allow you to have some fun."
The vine and bud shivered again as a squeaking came from around her. As one, the vines creeped up her three legs, but she cleared her throat and they all stopped dead.
"That, like, doesn't mean I'll allow you to play with me like when we're at my house," she said, raising an eyebrow before smirking. "Or Fluttershy's."
Slowly, all the vines around her sunk back into the grass except the small one. It tilted to one side, like a confused child, and once again made its way to her chest. It dragged slowly up her chest and the base of her neck, careful to slither around her sensitive skin before it came to rest on her chin. Behind it, the bud slowly opened, revealing a gorgeous bright pink center disk. The air began to fill with the subtle scent of this particular plant, that sweet aroma of honey and oranges. It always gave off that odor when she was alone with it, as if it knew she couldn't say no to it. The tingling in her body grew as the vine withdrew from her chin and slinked back into the grass.
"It was so bogus that pony wanted to get rid of you so fast," she mumbled, thinking about that tiny green sprout from when they first met. "You're, like, the best plant ever."
She could hear the tentacles loosening their grip on her legs and shifting around her while the scent continued to become stronger.
"Just behave for me, alright man?" she said, turning around to position her heart-shaped rump at the flower. "If, like, you make a scene, you won't be able to come back outside here, man."
The tentacles began to wrap around her hooves again and the tip of her tail, weaving their way up the dreads until she felt it give a slight pull, indicating the plant wanted her to sit down. She obliged, sinking her butt slowly to the ground as she watched the ponies outside her tent walk around. A few more of them than before were trotting between cases, but thankfully the ones closest to her only wrinkled their noses and looked around before shrugging. Her legs became more sensitive to the tentacles as they weaved their way up her legs and wound themselves into the dreadlocks of her tail before caressing her most sensitive area. She gasped and squirmed as the tip brushed across her pussy lips, tickling her in ways no stallion ever could.
She glanced back at the flower and breathed in slowly. "Like, slow down, man. This isn't a race."
The tentacles immediately slowed their movements, shivering as they slowly tickled their way around her cutie mark and drawing hearts on her lower belly, teasing her with each stroke. Four separate tentacles were weaving their way around her butt and pussy, each taking great care to touch every inch of skin around them. She rolled her eyes and did her best to stifle a moan. She could feel the familiar itch begin to form in her belly, followed soon enough by a dampness around her vulva.
Two of the vines uncurled themselves from her front hooves and pulled off her saddlebags, spilling the few remaining fruits onto the grass. She glanced over to see three of them be pulled out of the tent and she smirked. While most of the fruits were harmless to ponies, she had started slipping in some of those pear-like ones with the warts into his diet almost a year ago. While ponies wouldn't taste it, the fruit had an unusual aphrodisiac effect on this plant, one she had been putting to very good use over the last few years. Breaking her train of thought, she felt the vines around her pussy shiver and a warm trail of ooze began to follow the tips as they explored her lower body.
A chill ran up her spine and she glanced back at the flower. "Now you're being mean. Like, stop teasing me already."
The vines squeaked in unison as the two around her hooves held on tighter while the ones on her belly withdrew back into the grass. Slowly, the vine interlaced in her tail tightened onto the dreadlocks and began to lift them up, pulling her ass up with it until she felt the tips of the grass stir, tickling her slit like a thousand tiny tongues. She giggled at the sensation, feeling it travel along her body while the itch in her marehood kept growing and making her slit almost drip with excitement. An instant later, the vines returned and dragged their tips in small circles around her cutie marks and tracing their way back to her pussy, sending another shiver up her spine. A matching set of warm sticky trails followed their paths, staining her coat into a dark green.
With a gentle nudge, Treehugger sucked in a breath while a very small vine rubbed itself along the soaking lips of her cunt, leaving another warm and sticky trail running the length of her slit. Her pussy winked as the vine kept running along her slit, pausing to nudge her gradually swelling clit and making her squirm. After two passes, another vine with a slightly bigger tip rose from the grass and gently prodded the skin around her puckered ass, leaving yet another sticky trail as it traced circles around it.
She nearly allowed herself to arch her back at the two vine's ministrations. No stallion in her life had ever made her become so soaking wet this fast, and with this plant's loving touch, she doubted any could. This thing knew every spot she wanted to be touched and acted with perfect timing to pleasure her in just the right way. As each tentacle kept circling and tracing her anatomy, her heart pounded like a gigantic drum in her chest, drowning out the faraway chatter of the other ponies.
After the tenth pass along her now wet and sticky lips, the vine paused and the one around her ass withdrew, eliciting a small mew of disappointment from Treehugger. It quickly joined its brother at her pussy and together, they slipped past the outermost fold of her lips. She gasped and ground her teeth, fighting off a moan while the twins explored the dripping opening of her vagina before pausing. Together, they pushed in opposite directions, spreading her lower lips apart. A breeze decided to blow right then, sending the best chills up her spine and making her hind legs shake.
"Fffffar out," she moaned, trying to calming her still shaking legs.
Her pussy desperately tried to wink, but the two tentacles refused to move and kept her lips wide open while another rose from the grass. This one was much thicker, almost as much as one of her dreadlocks, and rose like a cobra, pausing mere centimeters from the gloriously wet pink pussy above. It quivered as it waited, poised to strike at any moment, and finally her pussy winked hard enough to free her lips from the smaller tentacles. They closed with a wet slap over the head of the bigger tentacle, soaking the upper part of the shaft and causing her to give a small cry of ecstasy.
"Aaaah!" she gasped, her purple eyes trying to roll into the back of her head.
Treehugger barely had time to calm herself before the tentacle began moving, leaving a slimy and sticky trail along the inside of her vagina entrance. It prodded deeper and deeper, fitting snugly between the constricting walls of her pulsating pussy. She cooed and shook her hind leg as it squirmed in further, making sure to touch each rib along her inner walls. It eventually stopped, allowing her pussy to coat the slender shaft in her arousal, before the tip flared, releasing a series of tendrils that spread out like a flower.
She bent over, gasping for air as she felt the tendrils tickle her vagina, sending wild sensations rocketing across her body. Her arousal was literally dripping from her lips, smearing the tentacle and the grass below while her tail tried to pull against its restraint. A slight jolt of movement from the tendrils made her flinch repeatedly and her heart stutter.
"Y-yeah, th-that's it! Yeah! Oooooh, fffffar oooouuuut," she mumbled between moans, somehow keeping her voice as low as she could. She bent over, staring at the grass and trying not to forget to breathe.
The tendrils swirled and touched everything they could, mixing their sticky precum with her arousal. While they held Treehugger's attention, though, the two smaller tentacles snaked their way around to her still slick ass, renewing the dark green trails around her puckered hole. Together, they formed a perfect circle around the hole and squeezed it gently, making her tail flick again and more violently.
"W-w-wait," she mumbled, trying to focus on the entryway to her tent. By some miracle, there were no ponies near her tent, but she didn't want to attract too much attention with her noises. Unfortunately, her heart froze as she heard hoofsteps coming from nearby.
"Wonder what's making that smell?" a stallion asked. "None of the other plants smelled like that."
Treehugger tried to stand in a panic, but the tentacles around her hooves and tail held her down while the one buried in her pussy shifted its tendrils to reach lower into her vagina. Pure bliss flooded her mind and she stuck a forehoof in her mouth, biting it as hard as she could stand to stop herself from screaming in delight.
"You hear something?" a mare asked.
Treehugger's pupils shrank as the hoofsteps became louder. She wrenched her hoof from her mouth and sat up as straight as she could when a blue hoof stepped in front of her tent, followed by a peach colored one.
"Hello?" the stallion asked before poking his head in.
"H-hey, man," Treehugger said, waving her stinging hoof lazily. "Enjoy-oy-ing the festivvval?"
The stallion raised an eyebrow and took another step forward, studying her with his bright yellow eyes. "Yeah," he said slowly.
Treehugger nodded, barely concealing another near shriek as the tendrils swirled across her vaginal walls again. "G-glad you like it."
The mare leaned over, pushing her bright blonde curls out of her face. "Note, is everything okay?"
The stallion sniffed and looked up at the roof of her tent. "Y-yeah, everything's fine, Lily," he said before looking back at Treehugger. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell w-what, man?" she asked as the two small tentacles raised their gooey tips in unison. Tree took a deep breath and realized she could still smell the plant's scent in the air. "O-oh, you mean—"
At that instant, both sloppy and slimy heads of the smaller tentacles pushed at her puckered asshole, slipping inside with amazing ease.
"—tha-a-A-A-AT?" she finished, clenching her butt hard on the duo as shock and gooey pleasure assaulted her mind all at once. "It's my-I-I-I-it's my special perfume."
The stallion jumped, staring at her with an unreadable expression. "W-wh-what?"
Treehugger curled her hooves as much as she could and shivered as the duo began to prod and coat the inside of her ass with their sticky lubricant. "It's, like, a really, really powerful, uh, perfume. Really groovy stuff, man."
The stallion nodded and began to back away. "S-sounds cool. I'm just, uh, I'm just gonna go... that way."
"Groovy," Treehugger said, nearly losing control of herself. "Hey, b-before you g-go, can you, l-like, clooo-OSE my t-tent, please?"
He looked over and nodded, quickly pulling the sliding wall shut. She heard his hoofsteps hurry off and she buried her face in the grass, forcing herself to stand up and present her already penetrated pussy and ass to the back of the tent. She let out a long moan, rolling her eyes and even letting her tongue hang out while the tentacles kept working their magic.
From behind, three more larger tentacles rose into the air, each one squirming with excitement. The entirety of her nethers, from the bottom of her tail, around her still puckered ass and through her constantly dripping pussy, was painted a deep dark green. The tentacles still wrapped around her hind legs began to gently pull them apart, presenting her to the tentacles fully.
Her pussy winked repeatedly around the long green shaft already stuffed deep into it, flinging long sticky strands of marecum and lubricant onto the grass below, but one of the tentacles slithered over through the wet grass, covering itself as it approached. It mimicked the cautious movements of the prior one, waiting for the right moment when it suddenly lurched forward, finding purchase and lodging the head between her clitoris and the tentacle already in. Treehugger stuffed her hoof back into her mouth as the new arrival squirmed its own way up into her vagina, stretching her walls and flicking against every rib along them.
It didn't take long for the second tentacle to reach the spot where the first had stopped. Like before, it paused and sprayed more lubricant all along the soaking walls before releasing a new set of tendrils, driving her even closer to orgasm. She arched her back and barely stopped herself from shouting into the grass below, overwhelmed by the sensations. There was simply no feeling like this in the entire world. No stallion was or ever would be good enough to pleasure her after this. As soon as she remembered to breathe, though, the tentacles began to piston inside of her, alternating in rhythm and dragging each and every tendril across her numbing pussy walls.
Coherent speech was lost to her as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her mind blank with nothing but the numbing pleasure to fill her thoughts. Lost among the throes of pure sexual bliss were the two smaller tentacles, who had withdrawn to the very edge of her asshole. Together, they pulled gently on the opening, widening it ever so slightly as a thicker and longer tentacle hovered above, twitching eagerly in anticipation. Coated with the lubricant, it slowly prodded its head to the pucker and kissed it with its soft movements. Treehugger's eyes suddenly regained their focus, but she had no time to say anything before the head of the tentacle slipped past the warm and sticky orifice opening.
She struggled like a wild animal as she desperately attempted to keep her voice down, stuffing one forehoof back into her mouth and pounding the other into the grass in front of her. She was completely oblivious to her lower half, which was humping the ground with all the force she could muster. The tentacle was hot, almost burning, as it invaded her ass and probed around, spreading more of that sticky and sweet, sweet lubricant around. Once it was satisfied, the tentacle froze and released its own tendrils, causing Treehugger to scream into her hoof before slowly starting to piston like the ones buried deep in her nearly numb pussy.
Wet slaps rang out in her ears as the tentacles kept going, pushing her closer and closer to that peak she was so desperate to reach. Her hoof eventually fell from her mouth, allowing her tongue to once again loll around as she lost herself among the heavenly bliss. Every tentacle maintained a steady rhythm, not tiring or switching positions like a stallion would. Each thrust erased any rational thought in her mind as soon as they were formed, creating a vacuum filled by the endless onslaught of mind-numbing orgasmic ecstasy.
After several minutes, the tentacles still wrapped around her back hooves began to roll her over. They moved at a snail's pace, gently positioning her onto her back without breaking her immersion in the sexual stimulation. The tentacles pumped faster and faster the more she was turned over, until they were vigorously shaking her entire body while she lay on her back completely. Her eyes were glazed with the daze of sex and her tongue flopped around like a fish while a stream of marecum and lubricant ran down from her pussy to the grass, coating her down to her skin.
Finally, one of the smaller tentacles raised itself from the grass and gave a small squeak, swaying with the vigorous motions of her body. It darted forward, far faster than the other three, and found its target. The tentacle prodded her swollen clit and wrapped itself around it, massaging it gently until Treehugger shook violently. She stuffed both hooves in her mouth and the tentacles around her legs let go, allowing her to curl and pull herself up. The tentacles lodged in her pussy and ass stopped their motions and quickly slithered their way free as a powerful orgasm overtook her.
The world around her seemed to melt as she screamed into her hooves. Her pussy winked madly, daring to squirt a little bit of marecum as she endured the throes of orgasmic bliss. Her mind seized up like a rusty machine, stuck on only the thought of how wonderful this was. Seconds felt like hours as she convulsed, her body desperately trying to prolong this feeling. Sounds and colors were gone in her mind, replaced by a blinding light that seemed to shine brighter as the orgasm continued.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity in paradise, she fell back limply and gasped for air. She regained her sight and glanced down at herself to see the three tentacles shivering, their tendrils waving like a bizarre flower in the wind before they all rushed towards her face. As one, a purple liquid shot from their tips, leaving long strands of the sticky plant cum all over her face and body. Rope after rope spread across her, each warming her now shivering body, until the tentacles finally stopped and hung limply in the air.
"S-so groovy," she mumbled, licking the purple cum from her lips. It was surprisingly sweet, almost like a nectar, but it left a funny fuzzy feeling in her mouth.
The tentacles squeaked and slowly retreated into the soaked grass around her, disappearing as fast as they had shown themselves. Only the tiny one remained, silently standing rigid over her. She smiled and pushed herself up, feeling the sticky nectar cum drip down her body and she gently touched the tentacle.
"You tired too, man?" she asked.
The tentacle gave a weak squeak back.
Treehugger smiled wider and looked up at the wall of the tent, where a large shadow was cast on the white linen. It was an enormous round head-like shape with small spikes running down to the long and slender stem of the plant, complete with two elephant ear-shaped leaves at the base. The plant nudged the tent wall and eventually stuck its head underneath, revealing a purple head with large smiling mouth and rows of thorn-like teeth. It gave a guttural laugh to her and licked her hoof with a striped tentacle that acted like a tongue.
"That was, like, the best thing ever, dude," she said as the plant looked up and panted. "Next time, I'm totally introducing Fluttershy to you."
Author's Note
There is no clop like tentacle clop.
