Spoiled looked up from her newspaper. "It seems the locals have gone a touch rowdy."

Filthy perked an ear towards his wife. "Oh?" It struck him. Hadn't they been in the process of something? Ah. Milk. He wanted some. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. "Good thing we're too civilized for that sort of thing, hmm? Could you be a dear and pass the milk?"

Spoiled turned up her nose at the idea of such menial work. Besides, the milk was hers! She put a hoof on the carafe that held the precious fluid before she suddenly smiled gently. "Filthy, have you forgotten?"

Filthy went rigid. Spoiled never asked that in that special way unless... Was it their anniversary? Was it her birthday? What had he forgotten?! "Of course not, beloved." He began to sweat, trying to think of what he could have missed. "I do need to, uh, put the finishing touches on it." He dropped from his chair and hurried for the door. "I'll do that right now."

He had to find something that would appease her. Perhaps flowers? They usually went over well, and it was early, hopefully before the crowds showed up.

"You are simply the best," spoke Daisy with a smile as she leaned in to take the bag away from Pinkie in her mouth and passed a few bits in trade. "They smell extra delicious today."

"I know! I mean, I'm pretty sure you meant that as a compliment, but they really do smell extra good." Pinkie was bobbing her head energetically. "I hope you and the other girls enjoy them half as much as I did making them!"

With mutual delight, they parted ways. Daisy trotted energetically back towards the greenhouse that she shared with Lily and Rose. The town seemed still asleep in the early morning. Some of the regulars she was used to seeing just weren't out and about. "That's funny," she muffledly noted around her paper bag. It was far from abandoned. Why, Pinkie had been there ready with cookies, and so her first task of the day was complete.

She clopped a hoof against the door of the greenhouse and it opened almost immediately to reveal Rose Luck. "Do I smell something great or what?" She took the bag from Daisy, or tried.

Daisy danced back a step and snorted before moving in past Rose. She set it down gently on an end table. "There's plenty enough for all of us. Pinkie went all out and had an inspired session of baking."

Lily approached from the interior of the greenhouse, ears perked. "I could use a little snack. The weeds are being extra stubborn today. I swear it's like they have a wicked will of their own sometimes."

All three giggled at the idea as Rose brought over a plate and set it beside the bag. Daisy upended the bag, spilling out the baked extra-goods across it in a display of deliciousness. "Breakfast is on!" crowed the mealbringer with a smile. "Four a piece."

Rose snatched up a cookie in her snout as her hooves secured three others. "I know," she said with her mouth full, sitting to start chewing the cookie, but the taste exploded across her tongue and made her pause. "By Celestia's flowing beard! These are good!"

The other two peered at their friend and her curious swear before they took a cookie each themselves and dares take a nibble. Soon all three were making soft mmms and sighs as they savored cookies more entrancing than even Pinkie was known for.

All too quickly, the cookies were gone. Daisy let out a sad sigh before her eyes fixed on Rose's mouth. "You... have some... right..." She came closer with every word until she lunged the last few inches, tackling Rose to the ground and licking at the mare's snout, trying to get the last few crumbs for herself.

Rose squealed in surprise and flailed, but her nose told her that Daisy had just as many crumbs as she did, and panic began to ebb. She wanted cookies too. She returned the licking, and their tongues met. That was when they realized that the breath of one another was thick with the promise of cookies, and their kiss became frighteningly deep almost instantly.

Lily stared at her suddenly amorous friends with wide eyes, wobbling in place. The urge to simply pass out was intense. It was a response all three had when faced with the unknown. But she wasn't collapsing. She felt, strangely, stable. She felt increasingly secure and... She struggled to find the words when Rose and Daisy's makeout roused her back to reality. "Rose? Daisy? What are you doing?" She moved to rise to her hooves, but her movement was slow. Was it shock?

When she drew a hoof from the ground to step towards them, she felt weak. When her hoof was back on the ground, strength returned. The act of walking was slow and uncomfortable and she had no idea why.

Daisy pulled free of the kiss with a loud gasp for air. "I never knew you tasted so good," she crooned down at Rose, rubbing down against her.

Rose had her arms wrapped around Daisy, running her hooves up and down her friend's back. "There's a lot we don't know about each other." She leaned up, noses touching. "Want to find out more?"

They both giggled as they rolled over, away from Lily.

Lily frowned, trying to catch up, but walking was proving too annoying. She stomped down a hoof, sinking it into the soft earth of the greenhouse. A strange and alien pleasure shot through her. She could feel something growing from her hoof suddenly, snaking out into the ground. With wide eyes, she looked to her pink hoof to see it turning brown at the bottom. She lifted the hoof with considerable effort just a few inches to see that thick roots were descending into the earth.

She shuddered and let out a soft little moan as roots began to sprout from her other hooves. She was becoming a plant? Panic tried to surge, but was met by an urge for calm. She stood where she was, becoming further and further rooted as her pelt began to color, green mixing with her pink hue in a strange new color. The sun felt nice. "G-girls..."

Rose looked over from where she had ended up on top of Daisy and paused. "What...?"

Daisy peeked as well and began to gape with Rose. Their friend was becoming a plant. "Sweet Celestia! Can you move?!"

Lily nodded quickly and forced a step. She could feel the roots shifting beneath her and she left a furrow through the ground, but she could move. "What's happening? Please, help me." She said the words, but she did not, could not, feel true panic in her core. The sun felt so nice. She felt something ticklish around her ears, but couldn't see quite what was going on. "What's happening?"

Rose stood up from Daisy. "You... just sprouted Lilies..."

A knocking came from the front door suddenly, causing all three heads to snap towards it. "Are you open for business? No one was at the stand," came Filthy Rich's hopeful voice. "It's an emergency."

Rose gently ran a hoof over Lily's new lilies as Daisy rushed past them both towards the door. "One moment!" She glanced back. "I'll get what he wants and get him out of here, alright?" The other two nodded nervously and she pressed on, opening the door to their greenhouse. "Good morning, Filthy. What can we get for you?" She forced her best fake smile into place.

Filthy sagged with relief. "I'm glad you're here. I've forgotten something important to Spoiled and I can't for the life of me remember what it is. I want to get a nice big assortment of flowers for her to help smooth things over." He moved to step inside and Lily tensed.

She tried to think of some desperate means to tell him not to continue, but her nose twitched. Filthy's breath had a hint of... something good. As she tried to sort it through, he had already walked past her. "Wait, no!" she cried, far too late. She lunged for him just as he recoiled at the sight of the rooted Lily. Their heads bonked against one another artlessly, striking both dizzy a moment.

Daisy crashed to her haunches and felt a sudden sharp rush of alien pleasure run through her bottom. She looked back there to see where her rump and hind legs had touched the ground, they were rooting just as well as Lily's had. "I... don't want to be a plant!" she cried.

Rose thrust out a hoof. "Everypony calm down." the other two flower ponies looked at her oddly. Calm was not their general way of operation. "Try. Daisy, can you--"

"--What is going on?" demanded Filthy as he recovered from the collision.

Rose rapidly approached Filthy. "This is a, uh, bad time." Her nose twitched softly. "Say... did you... happen to have some cookies?"

He blinked at the very notion. "I can't say I have. Are they alright?" He glanced between the two rooted mares.

Daisy tried to force herself upright, but seemed to only succeed at burying her hind-legs into the soft earth. With her hips just above the ground, she found she could almost swim with her buried hooves, moving with speed that surprised her. She felt tickles as daisies bloomed across her green-tinting fur. Her mane deepened from light green to a rich and verdant shade and the sun started to feel really nice.

"I am not entirely sure," admitted the confused Rose before she looked to Filthy more squarely. Something about him... "Are you... sure you haven't had any cookies?"

"What do cookies have to do with anything?" he demanded angrily. "Your friends need help!"

Rose shook her head slowly as she stepped in at Filthy. "I... think you have something."

Daisy suddenly bumped Rose out of the way. "I saw him first!"

Lily seemed to skate across the ground, furrows forming where her hooves passed, but moving without raising them. "You're not leaving me out of this!"

Filthy shrank back, ears pinning to his head. "I, uh, maybe... I should... go." He took one step before a vine that hadn't been there wrapped around his right forehoof. Rose's eyes shone green as the thorned vine pinned him in place.

"You don't need to go anywhere," assured Rose Luck as she approached, another vine lashing out to trap his back left hoof. "You are right where we want you."

Lily perked a fuzzy ear at her friend's new trick. "That is amazing." It was terrifying, but her brain refused to accept that it was anything but the way it should be. "Can I do that?" She frowned with concentration and a many-fronded lily stalk snaked up and wrapped around Filthy's barrel, holding him securely in place.

Not to be outdone, Daisy waved a hoof at the trapped Filthy, but Daisies did not grow long, or in vines. They erupted in a sudden thick bed beneath him. She pouted at the inferior performance. "Aw, come on. Do something!" They did, a cloud of spores filling the air around Filthy.

He screamed and thrashed against his many restraints, but had no choice but to breathe in the spores. He felt a dull fire spreading out from his lungs. What was truly happening, he could not say. "Let me go! Please! I've always been a good customer, haven't I?"

Rose stepped towards him, her hooves remaining free of the ground. Her approach was slow and sensual. "Oh, you have, and we're about to show you just how grateful we are, aren't we girls?" The other two nodded quickly. "See? You came here looking for an exotic flower arrangement, and you found one. The only question remaining is if you have what it takes to pluck us and take us home." All three giggled at the botanical humor as they came in closer to Filthy.

There was gardening to be done.

Author's Note

Poor/lucky Filthy. What will happen to him?

1) He remains true to his vows, and manages an escape.
2) He remains true to his vows, but sexytimes happen regardless.
3) He decides a little gardening might... actually be fun...
4) Rarity stops by, needing an arrangement for an upcoming show.

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