Rose circled Filthy slowly. "What a fine stallion we've captured. Aged like good wine." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Responsible, successful--"

"Sexy," added Lily suddenly. "Don't forget that part."

Daisy burst into giggles. "We're going to make sure we take... measure... of that."

Heat was running through Filthy's entire body. He felt like he was wearing the thickest jacket, all the heat being trapped. He felt a weight descending. He was becoming hard in front of the mares. He could feel their eyes, staring at every inch of his meat as it slid free with the powerful thumping of his heart. It was beyond embarrassing, but he... wasn't sure it was something he didn't want.

The harder his shaft became, jutting out in a proud little arc of equine flesh, the more he considered the curves of the flower mares. If they were offering, and needed him, was he being a bad stallion to give what they wanted? Surely that was just the natural thing to do.

Lily slid across the ground, her hooves always flushed to the soft surface. "I think he wants to get down and dirty in the garden."

Rose slowly nodded as she raised a hoof, placing it just under Filthy's chin. "We're glad you've come around. We are your flowers, Filthy. Will you claim us properly?"

Daisy waved a hoof wildly. "And protect us!"

Rose quickly nodded in agreement with her friend. "And that. No more being scared."

Filthy's ears went up. They were scared? "What are you scared of?" He pulled and winced as a thorn dug into his hoof. "I can't help tied to the ground like this."

The three shared looks before the long leafy vine uncurled from around his midsection and the thorny vines at his hooves drew back. Rose leaned in and kissed his nose. "Our hero."

Filthy's cheeks warmed at the implication even as his nose danced. There was something on Rose's breath. She had a sweet scent, as one might expect of a flower. He wanted it. "Now that you are all my flowers--" All three giggled at the idea. "--I want to take you home." He thought back to Spoiled, still waiting for him. "There is a special mare that needs an extra special gift. I can't think of a more special gift than you three."

Daisy kicked her hidden hooves, swimming through the earth to Filthy's side easily. "We've never been inside your house before."

Rose waggled her brows. "He's never been inside us before... We should fix both counts."

Daisy sank into the earth until just her head was free and swam under Filthy to spring up and kiss the underside of his still firm and pulsing length. "That sounds fun..."

Lily nodded firmly. "Bees may be good enough for regular flowers, but we need something... larger to pollinate us."

Filthy arched his back, making his tool jump and bump against the snout of the eager mare beneath him. "B-be calm. I want... to present you before we play." He wanted her, all of them. He wanted to 'pollinate' them forever! But he also had an angry Spoiled at home that wasn't getting any less angry. No matter how insidious the grip of the milk and pollen's mental effects, he did not forget what mare truly owned him or just how bad the scorn of her disapproval could be. He wanted the flowers, but he wanted to avoid angering Spoiled even more.

He stepped away, walking for the door with his big rigid horse cock swaying with every motion. "This way." Before he could get far through the riot of colors of the garden, a soft knocking came from the door. He could clearly see Rarity's shape and color through the glass, even if the details were smudged by the imperfectly clear glass. The smallest part of him thought he should be worried about some part of his appearance, but he couldn't think of what was wrong with his clothes, so he proceeded. "Rarity, always nice to see you."

Rarity smiled on the other side of the glass. "Is that you, Mister Rich? Why, I hadn't expected you to be here, dar--" Her words trailed off as the door opened to reveal Filthy standing before her with a raging erection. "Am I... interrupting something, dear?" It wasn't the first cock she'd ever seen, but they usually didn't come as a surprise on the way to flowers. She danced as daisies sprouted up around her in a large bed. "What?" She didn't have time to say much more than that before a thick cloud of pollen puffed up into her startled face.

Daisy giggled with delight. "I think I got the best one."

Rose nudged Daisy with a hoof. "At least I'm not rooted."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Why are you not rooted? It's hardly fair. Still, it does mean you don't get to feel how great the sun can be." She stretched out herself, spreading her planted hooves. "It's like... I can't even describe it, but you're missing out."

Filthy glanced back at the flower mares before stepping forward towards Rarity. "Are you alright?"

Rarity shook her head violently, trying to clear herself of the pollen as she crashed to her haunches. "I've never seen such aggressive plants outside of the Everfree." Filthy was offering her a hoof, and an even closer look at what he was sporting, jutting up from his groin. Rarity blushed softly, which was more embarrassing than anything else. She was not some innocent filly. "Your wife is going to be quite cross with you, Filthy dear, if you go pointing that at other mares."

Filthy perked an ear as he looked under himself as if to confirm that the twitching shaft was still there and belonged to him. "I was just about to give her a very special treat."

Rarity opened her mouth, ready to barb Filthy on his crass behavior when her thoughts crashed. She wondered what the treat was. Did it involve that pillar of virility? She rose to her hooves. "I would like to see that, I think. I'm sure whatever you've come up with will be absolutely fantastic."

Rose trotted out from behind Rarity, Lily and Daisy shortly behind. "Hello, Rarity. Always nice to see one of our best customers."

Rarity looked at Rose with not entirely focused eyes, the presence of the flower girls striking her dizzy a moment. "Oh, Rose, darling, nice to see you. Are you helping Filthy with his 'special treat'?" Despite the fog, she began putting two and two together. There were not many reasons for a stallion to be on display while indoors with mares. She had interrupted something. She felt a flush of envy even as she struggled to explain it.

Daisy bobbed her head as she swam with her hidden hooves, moving up to Rarity. "We are his special gift."

That was when Rarity noticed that Daisy was submerged in the ground, but moving despite it. "However strange, dear, how are you... doing that?" Some tiny part of her insisted that was a thing she should be more concerned about, but she preferred having Daisy close. "I'm not sure how I failed to notice this before, Daisy, but you are a most enchanting mare. I blame my past self for not getting you into clothing to truly emphasize your best features."

Even as Daisy lit up a bright red at the compliment, Lily skated to Filthy's side. "If she wants to come with us, what's the harm? Spoiled will like an even bigger surprise."

"O-oh, yes, a bigger surprise." Filthy turned towards his home. "That will make her even happier." And maybe avoid her wrath, or so he hoped. "Rarity, will you join my flower arrangement?"

Rarity perked an ear, considering that. The girls came closer from all sides, with Rose looking her in the eyes, Daisy to the left, leaning against her, and Lily giving a friendly nuzzle to her right side. Being with them had no downside that her muddled mind could detect. It was exactly what she wanted in the first place. "It would be my distinct pleasure to help bring a smile to Spoiled's face." She thought of Filthy's wife. "She's a fair bit more comely when she's happy. and maybe I could refresh her--"

Daisy turned towards where Filthy's home was. "We'll refresh her extra good."

"I meant her wardrobe, darling."

Rose rolled her eyes. "We'll get all kinds of refreshing done today. Enough talking about it." She brushed up against Filthy as she sauntered past him. "It's time to enjoy the fruits of our labor."

Lily skated up to be next to Rose as she went. "Do we make fruit? I guess if one of us was a strawberry bush." She snorted with a sudden giggle. "But then a certain mare would be tackling us to the ground." The three girls laughed at the thought of the strawberry-loving mare's reaction if any of them happened to started sprouting strawberries.

Rarity walked alongside Filthy behind the three. "This is certainly not how I originally planned the day, dear. I had just wanted a particular selection for a display I have coming up soon. They'll be able to oblige me after we finish presenting this 'treat' to your lovely wife, I hope?"

"They've never let me down." Filthy nodded as he walked. "I don't imagine their, uh, flowery state will make them less able to care for flowers." He leaned in towards Rarity. "I don't suppose you know what's happened to them?"

"I was hoping you did, darling. You were here long before I was. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to have bothered them. Why, I'd say they're happier than usual, and perhaps, dare I say it, less timid? I love the dears, truly I do, but they are the ponies that wilt at the smallest provocation."

"Only when something disastrous comes," argued Filthy. The idea that his flowers were not perfect agitated him on a deep level. "Besides, as you said, they're better now." His smile returned. "We've put that behind us."

"How dreadful of me." Rarity put a hoof to her chest as she walked on the other three. "I don't mean to pry at closing wounds, do forgive me, dear. Let's focus on the task at hoof." She set her hoof back to the ground as she looked around the curiously quiet Ponyville. "Speaking of that, is there a special event of some sort we are celebrating? I'm not as well-informed as Pinkie, darling that she is. Is it Spoiled's birthday? Your anniversary perhaps?"

Filthy's ears fell. "I... don't know. She hinted that I forgot something and I don't want her being upset at my forgetfulness."

Lily paused in her skating to let the others arrive beside her before moving with them. "So, why don't we just make something up? Today is the day that you realized that you're even luckier than you thought you were and you're extra happy to have Spoiled."

Filthy smiled at the sentiment of it, but looked far from convinced. "If it is a specific thing I am forgetting, that will sound like an admission of the fact."

Lilly shrugged. "Then we just don't mention it. We just pile on the gifts and make her forget all about whatever she has on her mind."

Rarity nodded firmly. "I agree." She waved a hoof past Filthy to where Lilly slid along. "She has the right idea. We'll make Spoiled so happy, she won't have room to think of anything but how absolutely fantastic of a husband she has."

"You're all the best." Filthy sagged with relief, his member hanging limply as he felt more relaxation than anticipation in that moment. The fresh air that wafted past helped as well to clear just a little of the fog from his mind. "What did I do to deserve such great friends?" Soon he had four mares pressing to him from all sides, assuring him that they'd handle it and make Spoiled happy.

He had so many amazing mares. He looked forward to making all of them happy, Spoiled and his friends.

Author's Note

Rarity is recruited for project Spoiled Ending. But how should that go?

1: The girls worship Spoiled from every angle as Filthy comes to do his studly duties.
2: Spoiled snaps at them for obviously coming for her milk. Discipline is in order!
3: As a demonstration for Spoiled, the flower girls use their new floral powers to ravish Rarity in front of her.
4: Things get entirely out of control as a heap of hedonistic pony flesh results. Who's doing who? The only answer is yes.

The vote was frightfully close, with 3 votes for 1 and 2 and 4 votes on 3 and 4, so I combined 3 and 4 and here we are.