Lost Alone in the Everfreeby The Masketta ManChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 1The Everfree Forest just had to be something Discord made. There was no denying it. One moment, everything was fine. Twilight was simply on the path to the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters to see if she could recover any other books from the library, and not even ten minutes into her leisurely trot, she was lost. “Ugh,” Twilight ground her teeth against each other as she continued to search for the path she had been trotting on a half hour earlier. She knew the forest was unnatural, but she didn’t think it could get to the point where a path she had walked several times suddenly disappeared, leaving her stranded in the jungle. The jungle known for housing strange magical creatures, and magicks that did who-knows-what to those exposed to them for too long. What was worse, something was preventing her from flying up above the trees to see a way out. This was new; Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Twilight had all flown over the forest without a problem, though they did have to steer clear of the clouds with minds of their own. Though it was a particularly windy day, whatever it was keeping her from flying up there felt decidedly less natural. Maybe it has something to do with the smell, she thought to herself, thinking back to the tantalizingly-sweet smell that she had detected just past the river. It had been such a nice smell… maybe a special flower or something. Or perhaps it was a leftover smell from something Zecora had made. Either way, when she smelled it after crossing the river, she felt a quick search was in order. Part of her was thinking it wasn’t a good idea to venture off the path in this forest, but she reasoned that as long as it was a short search for the source, she would be fine. Well, now here she was, stranded in the forest and unable to fly above the trees to find her way out. The thought had occurred to her that maybe if the just walked one way as long as she needed to, she’d eventually hit the edge of the forest and be able to find her way back to civilization. But which edge? It could be Ponyville, or it could be all the way south near Dodge Junction. Or it could even spit her out near the San Palomino desert, and then she’d really be stuck, considering she had no water and had no idea where the river was. She ground her teeth even harder as she sat down on the ground in frustration. She was getting nowhere, and it was getting close to dark. At the very least, she needed to find a good place to camp. Preferably someplace with a source of water. There were plants all around her in this jungle, so fresh water had to be close, right? With a groan, she fell backward to rest belly-up. Was there any way out of here? She had told her friends, the Princesses, and Starlight, that she could be a few days, since she did say she was going to explore the castle even more. Now, that meant that it would be several days before they started to worry, or before the Princesses sent out a detachment of guards to find her. She had tried accelerating that process by shooting a beacon into the sky, but the canopy of trees had somehow blocked her spell. Maybe that was why she couldn’t fly above? Because no magic could pass? Whatever the reason, now she was regretting coming alone. It had all seemed so simple at the time. She just needed some time alone and on her own from everything. Who would have thought it would backfire like this? There came a rumbling sound, accompanied by her tummy tingling slightly. Of course… she thought as her stomach growled. She hadn’t brought any food because she had left food at the castle with preservation spells on them last time she came out, and thus didn’t think she’d need to. Again, in hindsight, a dumb idea. Have to find food, have to find water, she thought, swinging herself forward back into a sitting position. Food shouldn’t be that difficult. If she could find some fruit and make sure it was edible, she was in good shape. And if she could find that, it meant water was nearby as well. Well, let’s keep going, she thought, standing back up and setting off. But she hadn’t gone more than a few paces before she smelled it again. That sweetness was back, and it was stronger than before. As if she were closer to its source. An involuntary tremor wracked her body, and she shivered. She wasn’t cold, but she knew that whatever was emanating that smell, she needed to find. It could be the answer to her current problems. All it took was a quick spell to make the scent visible in the form of a thin cloud of magenta, issuing from somewhere in front of her in the forest, and she was off. This was much better. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? It would have made her search for the source of the aroma a lot faster. Night was falling on the forest, meanwhile, but the magically-visible aroma provided all the light she needed as she followed it back. She wouldn’t need to worry about the darkness if she could find the source. In almost no time at all, she found a cave in the side of a cliff, jutting upward from the forest around them. It wasn’t a high cliff, but it was tall enough to create a cave in its side. And the trail of aroma was pouring out of it. I’m close, Twilight thought, feeling herself start to pant. So focused on the smell was she, that she hadn’t yet realized that her marehood had moistened and her essence was trickling down her thigh. The smell was all that mattered. Once she found that, she could tend to her needs. Almost as soon as she entered the cave, the ground beneath her began to tilt downward, but that didn’t dissuade her one bit. Step by step, she got closer and closer, the magenta cloud having grown so thick it was almost as thick as Pinkie Pie’s mane. The sweetness was oh-so-tantalizing… and she was almost there… almost there… just a bit farther... The cave had to have been a maze. She barely acknowledged branching paths in the cave as she went deeper and deeper, but the smell was her guide, leading her the right way. And finally, as she turned once again, there it was. The magenta mist was at its thickest in a large cavern, and it was issuing from a massive flower on the ground. Its petals looked so big, all four princesses and Twilight’s friends could stand on one of them and still have room to move around! Because of the mist, she had no idea what color it really was, but it didn’t matter, because she had found it. At its center, there was a sort of pool of liquid, and from that liquid, the scent was issuing. As she drew closer and closer, stepping over the vines that extended from the flower, the trickle of her essence coming from her marehood slowly grew, until she was dripping. And as she moved, the vines on the ground, attached to the walls, and hanging from the ceiling, stirred. The pool itself looked big enough for at least twenty ponies to stand in, and it was just deep enough to reach the middle of her barrel if she stood in it. But she didn’t stand in it. Instead, as the magenta mist vanished around her, she leaned into the pool and licked. It was as if heaven itself had entered her mouth! It was the most amazing sweetness she had ever tasted! And she could tell that it would nourish her like nothing else as well. Licks became gulps as she leaned even further into the pool, before she finally stepped over the edge and waded into the center, drinking to her heart’s content, even as she felt the burning in her marehood intensify. But it didn’t matter yet. She was thirsty, and the plant was providing, issuing the liquid from a strange, fleshy-looking pistil standing tall in the center of the pool. If Twilight had been paying attention, she would have noticed everything around her suddenly come alive. A green glow illuminated the room in place of the mist, the source of which appeared to be several green particles in the air, like ten million little green fireflies. Something touched her wing, and she glanced over, momentarily distracted. A green tentacle, veiny and ending with a round point covered with several pores, was hovering there as if it were inspecting her. Whether it was green because of the light or because it actually was green didn’t matter. Nor did the tentacle itself. She dismissed it as though it were the most normal thing she had ever seen, and went back to drinking. Suddenly, something poked her in the head, startling her again. But she wasn’t irritated. Far from it, this plant was providing her with sustenance, and she was eager to repay it however she could. Another tentacle was there for her to see. Unlike, the other tentacle, this one seemed to have a point that ended in a spongy mass, and the mass was glistening. As soon as she had raised her head, it had moved forward and bumped Twilight on her lips. smearing its juice on them. The smell was identical, and so her tongue reached out and licked it up almost unbidden, and more of the heavenly sweetness filled her mouth. The tentacle came forward again, and this time, Twilight opened her mouth and caught it, suckling it and drinking the sweet liquid as it issued. This was even better than the pool! Here, the flow came whenever she wanted, and all she had to do was suck in with her mouth, as though this plant were her mother. The tentacle that had bumped her in the side earlier was now moving behind her. as the tentacle in her mouth started to pull backward. There was no way in Tartarus that Twilight was going to let it escape, so she followed it, continuing to suckle all the while as it led her out of the pool and out onto one of the flower’s petals. Once she was there, the tentacle stopped, and she with it. Her lower half was sopped with the liquid, and she dimly noted at the back of her head that her wings couldn’t possibly fly as wet as they were, before that thought disappeared. Two more tentacles had appeared around her, both gently starting to wrap around her midsection several times, holding her wings to her sides, and gently lifting her up, off the ground, just a couple of feet into the air. Far from afraid, Twilight was only comforted. The plant was keeping her safe while she continued to drink its nectar. But the plant had more ideas in mind. The first tentacle, which had been hovering behind her for the last few moments, finally slipped forward and prodded her at her leaking entrance. Twilight sighed around the tentacle in her mouth. Was there nothing this plant wouldn’t do for her? First, it led her to this fountain of ambrosia, then it fed her and protected her, and now, it was going to satisfy her needs! After another prod, Twilight felt one of her legs twitch. Come on, come on… she thought. And then finally, the tentacle slipped inside, pushing about halfway in, causing her to let out a moan through her nose. So amazing was the pressure, she was completely unaware that the tentacle had torn through her hymen, and it gave her no time to think about it. It pulled back a mere inch before pushing forward even more, sliding further and further inside. With each push, Twilight moaned more and more, feeling it reach deeper and deeper inside of her, and willing it to reach the end and send her into bliss. Until, with one mighty thrust, she could feel it brush her deepest barrier, and she screamed around the tentacle in her mouth as she entered her first orgasm. Her legs twitched, and her walls clamped hard around the smooth vine, trying her utmost to coax it in even further. As the sensations of her orgasm faded away, she could still feel the burning need in her loins even more, and she suddenly realized that the tentacle in her marehood was leaking something inside of her, something that her walls were absorbing and were keeping her horny. Had she a clear head, she might have thought that this plant was incapacitating her with aphrodisiac, but her head was wonderfully focused on the pleasure, so such negative thoughts didn’t enter her mind. She felt four more tentacles touch her, each one on one of her hooves, her only warning before they wrapped around them and gently started pulling them apart, giving the tentacle in her marehood easier access. While she had her tail flagged just high enough for one tentacle to get in, she realized the plant wanted another hole, so her tail flagged as high as it could, exposing her tailhole for the plant to use. Another tentacle prodded gently at the newly-exposed hole, causing Twilight’s eyelids to flutter shut. It really was going to see to her every need, wasn’t it? What a wonderful plant. Being the (former) virgin that she was, she had no experience, but she had, of course, read on the subject. This plant was taking such great care of her and she wanted to make it as easy as possible for it to do its job. She began to relax her sphincter as much as possible, allowing the tentacle as much access as she could. Its gentle prodding grew more and more forceful as it tried more and more to push its way in. But finally, it managed to push through, causing Twilight to moan again as it slid inside, and almost instantly began to leak the same liquid its cohort in her marehood was, only adding to the fire. She was beyond glad she had emptied her bowels before starting on this journey. The last thing she wanted was to defile this amazing plant. No sooner had the thought entered her head than it was wiped away by the new tentacle starting to pump in and out. The two tentacles were now alternating. One would thrust and the other would pull back, maximizing her pleasure, and it was not long before she entered her second orgasm, moaning around her source of nectar again. Even as she came down from it, the tentacles were only increasing pace, causing her to cry out around the nectar source in delight. It couldn’t have been a minute before she achieved orgasm a third time. And then a fourth, shouting even louder as they coated her insides with that wonderful fluid. And then a fifth. And then there were no orgasms. There was only Nirvana, a state of perpetual orgasm. She was complete. Why would she even want to go back to Ponyville? Everything she could ever want was right here. The plant fed her and nourished her, and then it gave her all the pleasure she could handle and then some. And with those thoughts, whatever resistance Twilight Sparkle had left in her, buried so deep down it could do nothing, vanished as she gave herself wholly over to the plant. The tentacles holding her legs apart were no longer necessary for that purpose, only to hold her steady. She spread her legs as wide as she could, silently begging for more. The plant, however, did not oblige her. Instead, it removed the two tentacles in her tailhole and marehood, causing her to let out a choked sob around the nectar source as her be all and end all left her, leaving her a shell, empty and dull inside. Were she in a clearer mind, not focused on her deep despair, she would have noticed the tentacles were instead raising her higher into the air, toward the wall of the cavern. It took her some time before she realized this, and when she did, she was already near the top, the ceiling of the cavern just visible through the hazy green glow. She could see that it, like the walls and floor, was also covered in vines, but there was something else. All around the cavern, hanging from the walls and ceilings, were bulbs. Huge bulbs, large enough to fit even Princess Celestia inside of them. Twilight wondered dimly if they had at one point, before, again, the thought vanished. Now, she noticed the tentacles were lifting her towards one of these pods, its membrane shifting and opening up as they grew near. She couldn’t see the inside due to the dim lighting, but she didn’t need to. Her hope was restored, and she wanted nothing more than to climb into the offered pod. This, unlike before, the plant was happy to allow. It turned her so that she faced into the cavern, before slowly, almost too slowly, leaning her back into it, slowly uncoiling from around her body. The omnipresent nectar-giver in her mouth didn’t budge, however, and its presence was comforting, even as the plant seemed to want to leave her more and more alone. Finally, just as her legs were freed from the tentacles coiling around then, she felt herself be slid into the pod and pushed up against the back of it. The back surface felt comfortable, like a large pillow. The tentacles holding her into the pod were still holding her just a bit off the ground. No sooner than her back touched the surface than a number of vines somewhere below her began to wrap around her legs, holding her lower body to the wall. As soon as she were secure there, the tentacles around her arms came free, to be replaced by even more bindings from the pod itself, and now, she was secure against the pod’s back. With that, the tentacle coiled around her midsection came free, pulling back, and leaving her. But that was alright. The plant was keeping her safe and secured. But as that tentacle left, so too did her source of nectar, pulling out of her mouth. With a cry, she leaned forward as much as she could, attempting to go after it, but she was restrained by the pod’s bindings, keeping her there. No sooner had it gone than she let out another sob. Was the plant that cruel? To deny her only purpose in life? A rustling above her startled her out of her renewed despair, and she looked up. From where the stem of the plant met the top of the bulb, a number of tentacles sprouted from a hole. They were varied in size, and Twilight hadn’t the time to see all of them or their functions, but she did notice one. Another tentacle with a spongy end, leaking fluid. At once, she craned her head toward it, desperately trying to catch it in her mouth, and the plant, only too happily, obliged. The tentacle pushed forward and shot into her mouth, flooding her mouth with the substance once again, as though it were as happy to be reunited with her as she was. Around her, the other tentacles slid around to positions she didn’t really notice, but whatever they wanted, she was ready to provide. Again, two tentacles pressed against her marehood and her tailhole, but they were different this time. The one pushing up against her anus was larger, thicker. She pushed herself down on it, managing just to fit its end into her, and soon after, the rest of it followed, and as before, it set to pumping. The tentacle against her marehood, however, was different. It seemed to have a dull, rounded point this time, as opposed to just the rounded porous ending the other one’d had. It was also thicker. It had to be the size of three of these things! As with the one in her ass, she practically shoved herself down onto it. Her lubrication, coupled with her stretched marehood from the one before, enabled the thicker tentacle to slide in with minimal resistance, and set to pistoning in and out of her, stretching her marehood almost to the point of tearing, but Twilight couldn’t care less. She had everything she needed again, even as the membrane of the pod shifted to close around her. It wasn’t completely dark around her, as the green glow from outside was able to be seen from inside the leaves, but sight was neither easy nor important anymore. Even as the two in her ass and pussy continued her pleasuring right where she had been left off before, a third tentacle entered the mix. This one, rather than a shaft, was a tube. And it floated down to coil around her neck, only just enough to feel like a collar, before it floated up and began to slide down her horn. Her pleasure doubled right then, as her entire spine lit up, and she cried out again as another orgasm took her. The tube tentacle that had captured her horn was full of what felt like a million little feelers, and they were caressing every inch of its twisting surface, even as the tube seemed to suck on the horn just as she sucked on the source of purpose in her mouth. This, of course, only inspired her to suck all the more, even tonguing the many holes of the nectar-giver in the hope that the tentacle around her horn would reciprocate. Reciprocate it did, only adding to the new heights of pleasure he was reaching. But there were still more tentacles. However, they didn’t seem in any hurry to do anything, merely floating there, waiting for the right moment. Whatever their purpose was, Twilight could only hope she was able to fulfill it, when the time was right. And with that last thought, she surrendered completely, and felt herself drift into unconsciousness as the plant continued to see to her pleasure. She wasn’t sure how long she was asleep, but she could sense that her body had been able to digest some of the sweet liquid she had been drinking, restoring her energy, and making her that much more eager to continue. To her delight, the tentacles around her horn and in her loins hadn’t stopped. Perhaps they had slowed, to let her sleep in peace, but as soon as she was awake, they were back at it, pounding away with abandon. But she noticed something had changed about the one in her marehood. It seemed to be thrusting much harder than before, as though it were determined to drill its way into her deepest depths. As soon as she realized this, Twilight didn’t care if it hurt. All she knew is that the plant needed to be inside of her. It deserved to be that far inside of her. And she bucked herself downward as hard as she could, hoping to jam it in there if she had to. Time and again, the point of the shaft hit her cervix, and time and again, it failed to penetrate. Twilight was on the verge of shame, that she couldn’t even get something that deep inside of her. How could she hope to repay this plant for all of its kindness now? But then, with one more final push, the plant’s point suddenly managed to hit right on the money and push its way inside. Twilight almost screamed. Whether it was because of pleasure or pain, she didn’t know. They had reached the point where they were as one. The sensation only grew more intense as the point pushed further and further in, until it felt as though a soft yet firm ridge spread inside her womb and held the bulbous point in place. To her surprise, she realized that the tentacle sucking on her horn and the one that had been drilling into her anus had slowed to a crawl. It was as though they knew they were not the priority anymore, but they still wanted to service their princess while they waited. Thankfully, her source of nourishment was still dripping as she sucked on it. A new pressure suddenly pushed up against her loins. Twilight almost jumped at the touch, but her bindings held her in place. The new thing was round, and felt like it was inside the tentacle that had lodged itself in her womb, slowly being pushed up into her. It was as if the plant itself was coming inside of her. Tears of joy sprung unbidden to the corners of her eyes, and she started to push herself down even harder on the new object. Whatever it was, it was the key to her existence, and she needed it in her depths. For a long moment, it almost felt as though it wouldn’t be able to fit, but with a grunt and a mighty shove, Twilight forced herself down on it, and it was pushed into her pussy. At once, the renewed stretching caused her to cry out, even as the thing pushed further and further, to the ultimate end. When it arrived at her cervix, still held open by the tentacle lodged within, it seemed again as though it couldn’t possibly fit, but she was going to make it fit in there even if it caused her the worst pain she had ever felt. I WILL get it inside me! she thought, pushing herself down again, while doing her utmost to relax her inner musculature. Until, after what seemed like an eternity, the tentacle seemed to give a great squeeze at its base, and pushed it into her womb, where it landed snugly. Her tears of joy renewed, even as another climax hit her, causing her to writhe around the tentacle, even as the bulb seemed to retract and pull out, leaving her with a weight in her belly, as though she were carrying a foal. And it was then that the two tentacles that had been waiting suddenly floated on down to her teats, forgotten up until this point. Because of the new mass in her belly, Twilight could not see what they were going to do, but it wasn’t hard to guess. The moment one of them latched onto her right breast, Twilight gasped. It felt like another of the tentacles that was seeing to her horn, with an interior full of tiny feelers and the ability to suck. And not long after one had attached itself to one breast than the other did as well. Immediately, they both began to suck, with a particular sensation alighting upon her nipples, and the feelers began to massage her breasts She wasn’t sure which sensation she enjoyed more, but she didn’t have time to think about it. In no time at all, she was bouncing upon the tentacles in her loins once again, the one on her horn was massaging and sucking once more, and the one in her mouth was practically gushing the sweet liquid for her to drink. She was now in heaven. What reason was there for her to leave? She had food, she had mind-numbing pleasure, she was to repay the plant for its generosity by allowing herself to carry its seeds, and nothing could ever disrupt her happiness. She was going to serve the plant, her be-all-and-end-all, until the end of time. And she was looking forward to every second of it. Author's Note I plan on doing a second chapter for Twilight that comes back to her some time later. May or may not give it a "good" ending. But between them, I'm also leaning toward doing one where a stallion gets caught too. We have too few M/Tentacle stories. This is my first clop story. I did some other MLP stuff over at fanfiction.net but figured I'd come over here to test my clop writing srkrillz. How can I improve? Chapter 2How long had she been here? Had it been only a few hours? Had it been days? Weeks? Months? Even years? In this environment of hazy green light and darkness, she could never tell. There was no sun or moon to guide her, and even so, her sleep sessions hardly followed any sort of schedule anymore. It was always wake up in her pod, drink from the tentacle that always stayed in her mouth when she was able to make it, serve and be serviced by the plant, and then fall asleep when it became too much to bear. She knew she had been lasting longer and longer, though. That alone made her feel fulfilled. The longer she could serve, the more she would receive, and the more she received, the more fulfilled she felt. At the moment, however, Twilight was simply waiting patiently in her pod for the plant to do with her what it wanted. The last few sessions had felt different. Last time, the plant had even taken her out of her pod for the first time since she was put there, just to let her down in the pool in its center to drink her fill directly, as much as she wanted. While she really wanted the plant to fill her like it always did, she knew that there would be a time for that, and drank her fill. This time, when she had woken up, she hadn’t felt in need of nourishment at all. Perhaps she had simply drunk enough to keep her satisfied for a few sessions. In any case, she had no way of alerting the plant to the fact that she was awake. But that was fine. She knew it would send its tentacles eventually. Secretly, she was a bit thankful that even the tentacle that encircled her neck wasn’t there, comforting though its presence was. It allowed her to look down at her swollen belly. Whatever was there had stayed exactly that way since it had first been implanted in her however long ago. It didn’t seem to be growing or shrinking, or doing anything, really, but that was okay. It meant a part of the plant was with her wherever she went. Even though “wherever she went” so far only meant “within the pod and the pool of nectar.” A sudden sucking sensation overcame her lower body, and she looked down where the two tentacles were attached to her teats. The plant had noticed she was awake, and was milking her before they began. Not too long after she had first been placed within the pod, the tentacles that had attached themselves to her teats had started to get more out of them than just her pleasure. She theorized it might have had something to do with the thing within her womb, perhaps tricking her body into lactating, and the plant was drinking it up. Perhaps the plant survived on a mare’s milk? The milking didn’t take long. Her teats were never that impressive in size, and the constant milking meant that they never filled to capacity or beyond, and even if they did, the only place for the milk to go was into the tentacles. Twilight sighed contentedly as she leaned her head back against the mass of plant material behind her, closing her eyes as she focused on the suckers pulling gently at her, not yet pleasuring her like she knew they would eventually. Her butt clenched reflexively at the thought of the new heights of pleasure the plant would send her to, squeezing the vines in her ass and vagina, even when she was sleeping and they weren’t servicing her. This left her with the feeling of fullness constantly, to the point where when the plant had taken her down to the pool, they had left and she had felt more than a little depressed without them. Yet they never seemed to feel as though they were any looser within her than they were when they first went in. They had not grown in size, which meant that her ass and pussy, despite the stretching and pounding they received daily, were still as tight as they had been when she had first been led in here. She felt her smile widen. It was very comforting to know that the plant’s nectar could rejuvenate its recipient this way. Her body was kept without any wear or tear, which made her wonder if it would prolong her lifespan, all so she could stay here and enjoy the plant’s embrace. A sudden shifting down south got her attention, and she looked down, past the tentacles still draining her teats, to the tentacle within her marehood, as it seemed to be pulling out of her. She felt a gasp catch in her throat. Had she done something wrong? Was it punishing her for something? But even as these thoughts went through her head, the one in her ass gave a gentle thrust, almost as though it could read her mind, and was reassuring her that it still had many plans for its thrall. Even as the tentacles milking her seemed to stop their milking ministrations and return to their usual sucking and massaging, she relaxed again as the plant made it quite clear to her that it wasn’t going anywhere. The membrane of the pod around her shifted, once again opening up to reveal the outer cavern, where down below the pool of nectar lay, enticing other ponies that were fortunate enough to catch a whiff of the wonderful smell into coming and joining, even though as far as she was aware, it was still just her. Or maybe not. She had not seen another pony, but that didn’t mean there were not others in other pods. Almost apologetically, the tentacle in her anus slowly slipped out of her. As it did, the ones on her teats also let go, and the one around her horn released its grip, leaving her there, supported by the vines binding her legs to the back of the pod. But not for long. Another couple of tentacles approached her from outside the pod, sliding behind her and curling themselves around her as the vines around her arms and legs began to loosen. Was it going to let her bathe and drink in the pool of nectar again? Or was she going to be servicing the plant in some new way? The new tentacles made sure to wrap themselves around her without squeezing her pregnant belly, taking care to support it as they bound her securely, before lifting her up and pulling her out. She glanced around as she exited, trying to spot where they were headed, but with the green haze, dim light, and inability to shift far around, she had limited success. However, when the tentacles began to take her upward, she felt herself growing excited. What was in store for her today? When she was finally able to, she managed to get a good look at the ceiling of the room, where she noticed the plant mass clinging to the top of the cavern were shifting. In no time at all, a small passageway had been opened, and it was from this passageway that the two tentacles had descended from. Just how big is this plant? she wondered. How far down am I? Was there some kind of massive plant topside within the Everfree Forest that this plant culminated in? She was lifted into the opening, the plant mass shifting again to close it behind her, and her ascent continued, bit by bit, until a short while later, she was directed sideways into another passage. It’s like a large anthill, she thought. Passages upon passages. How many different sections does this plant have? Will I visit all of them? Are they all for service? Another shift in plant mass got her attention and she craned her neck just in time to see a rather small round enclosure open up, in which the tentacles deposited her, the walls/floor squishing slightly under her hooves as she was set down. As soon as she was down, the tentacles left, and the wall shifted to close off, leaving her alone in this rather small room, and giving her time to survey it. It wasn’t perfectly round, as there were little inverted grooves that ran from the center of the bottom of the room up to a hole in the top. She reasoned that it was probably so more tentacles could enter the vine, but more interesting was that there was a similar hole in the base. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to see down inside. Whatever it was, it would reveal its purpose when it was ready. And it turned out, “when it was ready” wasn’t too long after she was deposited. A number of tentacles sprouted from the bottom hole, but unlike the ones within her pod, they didn’t immediately move toward her. Instead, they simply seemed to contentedly sit there, waiting for some unknown trigger. This, of course, gave Twilight time to survey them too. There were only two of them this time, but they filled up the hole and sealed it shut due to how small the hole was. One of them seemed to have a much more pronounced sucker shape, and she wondered what its purpose was, while the other one seemed no different from the other countless tentacles within the plant. *pip* Twilight blinked in surprise as something dripped on her. The same sweet scent as always suddenly invaded the room, and she looked up, where the other hole seemed to be leaking some kind of liquid. A quick taste of the liquid that had landed on her head confirmed that it was, indeed, the same nectar, and quite happily, she started to lap up the dripping nectar, even as it started to increase its rate until it was a steady stream, pooling at her feet, before it started to continue to fill the room. Even though it had long been completely disregarded, the logical part of her brain was telling her that she needed to find a way out or she would drown in the sweet heavenly sustenance, but the scent calmed her down as it always did. The plant would provide. From some unseen slits in the ceiling of the room, two incredibly tiny tentacles slithered down toward her, only catching her attention as soon as tehy dangled in front of her muzzle. What are these for? They answered her thoughts by aiming themselves at her nostrils, and then pushing their way in without waiting for her to relax. She jumped in surprise-- the tentacles weer rather cool, and the sensation was incredibly surprising-- but simply stood still and let them do what they were supposed to. She could feel the cool tentacles push deeper and deeper down her esophagus, until they branched off and seemingly entered her windpipe. Her breathing suddenly became restricted, much to her alarm, but before long, the tentacles had made their way into her lungs. As soon as they had made it that far, the tentacles swelled, until her nostrils were completely plugged up, depriving her of the smell, which caused her heart to wrench. She loved that smell… what would the plant take it away from her? But as they swelled, air began to flow in and out of her lungs through the tentacles in her nostrils once again. The nectar was now halfway up her thighs, and it was now that one of the other two tentacles in the room began to do their job. The normal one shifted and moved behind her, and before she could turn to see its intent, it had pushed its way into her ass, the entry made easy by her sphincter having accustomed to having a tentacle there. But unlike that tentacle, it didn’t stop once it had burrowed its way in. It kept going, pushing further and further into her. Twilight again felt herself quiver in excitement. It was going to use all of her! It took some time before she could feel it in her tummy, and then it began to push its way up her throat. The nectar had reached her chin by this point, and the stream of it had become almost a full deluge. Where does it get all of this? she thought dimly as she felt her pussy start to moisten as the plant pumped the aphrodisiac into her lungs. And with that, she felt the tentacle emerge from her throat, gently push her jaw open, and push out. And just in time, as the nectar started to cover her face. Some of it inadvertently splashed into her eye, and for a moment, she clenched it shut, thinking it could damage it, but then it turned out the nectar was harmless to it. Yet another impossibly amazing quality of the plant, it wasn’t denying her eyesight. Once the nectar had completely submerged her, she watched the upper level of it continue to rise as it approached the very top. As it did, she felt the tentacle push even further out of her mouth, reaching toward the upper hole and causing her head to crane with it. Just as the surface level of the nectar had reached the entry hole, the tentacle reached up and plugged it, embedding itself firmly in the ceiling, and preventing any more from entering. It was hardly a tight seal around her mouth, but her throat was completely closed off, preventing her gag reflex from causing her to let any nectar accidentally in. But the plant wasn’t done pushing into her. More and more of it, for just a moment longer, until finally, she wasn’t forced to look directly at the ceiling. Now, she had enough tentacle to relax her neck just a bit. Her hooves had been lifted off of the ground, and she was in an upright position, suspended by the tentacle currently impaling her. And now the other tentacle went to work. It swam over toward her mound and with the suction force of a vacuum, attached itself around her vagina, held in place by the sucker ending. Once firmly there, she felt her lips curve ever so slightly as a tentacle pushed its way into her pussy and started to thrust. Thank-you, she thought as the plant serviced her, bringing her to orgasm in mere seconds. She screamed around the tentacle in her mouth, the tentacles in her nostrils vibrating from the effort as not a sound escaped her lips, but the plant kept going. And in seconds more, she orgasmed yet again, and again, and again. Finally, she was once again in the state of endless, unceasing orgasm as the bolts of energy shot up and down her spine while the plant relentlessly fucked her until she had nothing left to hold her up, and she fell limp, held up only by the tentacle within her. And even then, the tentacle in her pussy kept going. But she noticed it seemed to be growing more erratic in its movements, as though it were a stallion preparing to orgasm. Inside me! Please, inside me! Give it to me! The plant heeded her silent plea, the tentacle pushing right to her cervix, swelling to plug her pussy, and ejaculating within her. With nowhere to go but in, the ejaculate, whatever it was, was forced into her womb, where much like herself in this circular chamber, it completely submerged the object within her. Her belly swelled ever so slightly with how much of the liquid was being pumped into her, and for several moments, all was right. As the tentacle in her pussy shrank and slid out of her, however, so too did the liquid with it, and she felt a sudden twitch in the muscles of her vagina. It… it’s coming! Her womb was now trying to expel the thing inside of her, and unlike what she had once read about labor and birth, it didn’t seem to be particularly painful. Indeed, it only felt like it did when she had to evacuate her bowels, only in a different part of her lower abdomen. Her thighs clenched, and she groaned in exertion as her pussy walls clamped, as though they were trying to push a cock out of her, but the thing in her womb didn’t seem to be budging one bit. I WILL get it out! I will! The plant wants me to! I can do it! With a great clench, she was able to get it to push out of her somewhat. It wasn’t much, but it was heartening, and she quickly continued her clenching and pushing. Maybe if she got it out as soon as she could, the plant would reward her. With that thought to motivate her, she clenched as hard as she could, groaning with the exertion. With every last fiber of her being, she pushed. And for half a heartbeat, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. But then something gave, and the thing inside of her was pushed out, sliding out of her pussy and into the waiting maw of the sucker attached to her mound. With deep breaths of the air being fed to her by the tentacles in her nose, she relaxed, reaching a hoof up to brush at her mane in the nectar, and then overcome by a moment of curiosity, feeling her tummy, which almost felt like it were made of jello from how deflated it was. Maybe the plant had brought her here to birth the object, and then let the nectar do its restorative work, returning her to the way she was without a single stretch mark or other blemish. Either way, for a long moment, she hung there, tired and pleased with herself, waiting on whatever was going to happen next. She reasoned the plant was probably taking the object someplace safe for whatever its purpose was, but she didn’t care. She had done her job, and hopefully, she had done it well enough. The feeling of a tentacle sliding into her pussy again told her that, yes, she had done well enough, and a sigh of relief was released. Just like before she had managed to birth the thing, the tentacle resumed fucking her relentlessly, sending her yet again into an endless orgasm as it saw to her every need. And after several minutes of this bliss, she felt it slow and swell again as it began to pump more and more of its ejaculate inside of her, sealing it within her by swelling as before, but unlike before there it stayed, continuing to push more and more into her. She looked down and saw her belly swell up again as it had before, before a wave of exhaustion overcame her, and she fell asleep in the plant’s embrace once more. Author's Note It's about goddamn time I got this out. I had the idea of giving it a bit of plot as a way of explaining how the stallion gets caught (because I do want to do that still), but I'm trying to decide if I want to keep this PWP or actually give it a bit of story. Anyway, keep your pants dry, your dreams wet, and may flocks of pegasi wings stroke thee to thy orgasm. Chapter 3Contrary to all the reports Sterling had heard about the Everfree, it seemed rather peaceful within the woods. Things seemed oddly still, and it was rather quiet. Unnaturally so. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Sterling Archer grunted to himself as he continued his search along the path to the Old Castle. Twilight Sparkle had disappeared approximately four weeks ago, and he was one of the first guards that was being put to task searching for her. But of the four that had gone before him, none had come back. All four had been mares, and so command had seen fit to try a stallion this time, as they couldn’t rule out the possibility of a gender-oriented foalnapping. So here he was, slowly making his way along the path. Due to this being a search-and-rescue/survival mission rather than a peacekeeping one, he wasn’t wearing any armor, allowing his short black mane to sit on his grey head, though he did have a bow and quiver with several arrows slung on his back. Hopefully he wouldn’t need them, as he had yet to see any animals of any kind roaming the woods. Suddenly, a light breeze gusted from somewhere to his left, carrying with it a very sweet scent. Strange, thought Archer, furrowing his brow. It smells almost like… nectar. It was very strange to have such a strong smell of nectar when its source didn’t appear to be visible. Perhaps they were lured in by it? he speculated. Cautiously, he started to follow the smell. At the very least, he could see what was going on with it and maybe it would lead him to a food source if he were to remain trapped in the forest for some reason or another. It was not hard to follow at all, surprisingly. It almost seemed like it was leading him on. Sterling had made sure to take special potions design to help his body fight the effects of hallucinogens or other poisons, as the Everfree was known for emitting them. It would last several days, after which he would have to retreat and take another sample. His suspicions grew ever larger as he was led through the jungle until he reached a part where the trees were so tall and the trunks so thick that it felt like night time. A ceiling of tree branches and leaves blocked almost all sunlight from getting in, and he had plenty of room to move around the different trees. And still the scent beckoned, and despite his ever-growing suspicion, still he followed. With a blue glow from his horn, his bow was pulled off and an arrow was nocked. Something wasn’t right. Wasn’t the forest supposed to be full of creatures? Why hadn’t he seen one yet? It wasn’t long before he was led to a large cliff, and set against it was the entrance to a cave. Sterling didn’t need to smell it anymore. The mist was thick and heavy here, pouring from the mouth of the cave, and the sweetness of it was almost sickening by this point. Well, this seems the most likely place they’d have disappeared to, he thought. With a nervous step, he edged his way inside, eyes looking every which way for a threat. It was very dark in the cave, but the light of his horn fixed that. It was utterly labyrinthine in this cave. Passages branched off everywhere into different twists and turns, but the mist was growing thicker and thicker along the correct path. In no time at all, Sterling reasoned he had to be several meters underground. Perhaps half a kilometer deep. He had followed the downhill slope of the path the mist issued from, and he still didn’t seem any closer to finding the source. Until he saw a hazy green glow ahead, that is. Sterling wasn’t stupid. He had been marking his way as he went, leaving magical tags at the different branches and doors, making a trail that would lead him out of the cave when he had his look. Once he was done here, he would follow it, be back out in the forest, and shoot up a magical beacon to alert Canterlot to his discovery. But it was important to be prepared for what exactly that discovery was, he reasoned, and so he stepped toward the green haze, bow still ready. When he emerged into the room with the glow, he gasped. There was a massive plant covering the walls and ceiling of the chamber, with a large nexus of vines, bulbs, and tentacles sitting at the very top of the room. In the center of the floor, however, was a massive pool of clear liquid, from which the mist was issuing, and all around it were more vines. Sterling wondered vaguely if the pool was the nectar itself, and why exactly it was so warm that it created a mist. Perhaps the plant is warming it with its vines? he thought. But how does a plant like this survive, this far underground? Does it have flowers above ground at the top of the cliff to collect sunlight? He looked up toward the nexus of plant matter again, taking an even closer look this time. And he gasped. There were at least thirty bulbs hanging from the ceiling, but five of them appeared to be translucent from light within. And inside of all five of them were equine shapes, held to the back of the pods with a number of dark shapes around them. And all five of the mares had swollen bellies, as if something were inside of them. Those… those are the mares and Princess Sparkle! he realized, before turning around and making a beeline for the exit. He had found them, and now he knew what to do, and there was no time to-- *WHAM!* Sterling was sent flying sideways as something hit his barrel. With a cry of surprise, his magic concentration was broken, and bis bow skittered across the ground away from him, and his quiver was knocked from his back. Before he could use his magic to reach for them, the thing hit him again, sending him flying into the pool of nectar, where he landed with a splash. Sputtering as he stood up, he looked wildly around, trying to find what hit him, but his breath caught when he found five tentacles floating around him and pointed at him, as if surveying him. His gaze flicked from one to another, trying to figure out which one had hit him, but before he could figure it out, the converged. One of them immediately wrapped itself around his abdomen while another bound his forelegs and another bound his hind legs. The fourth wrapped around his throat, restricting his air supply, and the fifth curled around his horn before he could fire off a spell. The feeling of contact on his horn sent a shudder down his spine, and his concentration was broken, the spell fizzling out. He was caught, but he wasn’t beaten. Despite his binds, he thrashed around, trying to free himself. This proved to be a lot easier said than done, as the tentacle around his throat constricted, causing him to relax involuntarily. As soon as the plant felt him go limp, it relented. But the moment he tried again, it choked him again. Finally, after what seemed like the fiftieth time, he stopped fighting. It was over. He had been bested, and now could only look forward to whatever fate the plant had in store for him.. The vines holding his legs retreated, leaving the one in control of his air supply, the one covering his horn, and the one wrapped around his midsection. Once they were gone, Archer felt himself be lifted up, toward the nexus of vines. As he came close to the bulbs, he craned his neck to get a better look, and saw, to his horror and revulsion, that each mare’s legs were bound spread out, and tentacles were thrusting in and out of their marehoods, among other things. Was this to be his fate? Not exactly the same, obviously, but something like it? But then they were gone, replaced by a tube that zoomed by as he continued to be pulled upward, before a shift took him down a passageway of some kind. Just how big was this plant? But then he was suddenly deposited in a medium-sized chamber that he could barely see anything in. The floor felt spongy, and also… unsolid, as if it were made of several parts held together in some way. The tentacles were all still there, but they seemed to be waiting on something. He had no idea what was going on, but at least it would give him time to think about how best to get out of the situation. The room was round except for the floor, there were holes in the ceiling, and the entrance was no longer there, covered by some sort of membrane. How was he going to get out of this one? A small section of the floor was suddenly pulled downward, and in its place a strange, pale-yellow, almost white spire-shaped mass poked out. It stood at least a full 12 inches tall, and had a slight conical shape to it, with rounded “tiers” as it grew taller. Sterling eyed it nervously, but the plant didn’t seem to care for his nervousness, as the vines lifted him up and adjusted him butt-down, hovering over the spire. “N-no,” he grunted, squirming in the vines’ grip. It was painfully obvious what was going on now. Sterling had never really wavered in his heterosexuality, and the thought of being plowed like a mare wasn’t exactly one of his fetishes. At once, his tail clamped down, but another tentacle simply reached around and yanked it up, exposing his virgin anus to the spire below as he was lowered onto it. “S-stop!” he thrashed again, but the tightening of the vine around his neck forced him to comply, and he ceased yet again. As soon as he felt the end of the spire poke against his hole, he tensed, but rather surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort for it to slip inside, nor did it feel as uncomfortable as he thought it would. But as soon as it was inside, the vines yanked him downward, impaling him on the spire and eliciting a cry of pain from Archer. Why do stallions like this!? he thought as the pain in his newly-stretched tailhole slowly receded into a dull throb. It had gone in easy initially, but now that he was on the wider parts, it stretched him and hurt. And it felt… strange. He could feel it all the way inside of him, poking and stimulating nerves he hadn’t ever felt from before, and it gave him a feeling of fullness he hadn’t ever felt either. But it still hurt like a bitch. His tailhole continued to clench around the intrusion, only adding to it as he continued to try to get himself to relax. That was made rather difficult when several small tentacles sprouted from the ground and wrapped around his lower legs. Startled, he squirmed again, trying to get free, but the vines pulled his lower legs downward, yanking them down into the floor. For a moment, Jack wondered if they were just going to hold them there, but then he felt his legs sink even further, until they went through the floor, at which he felt more tentacles wrap around them to hold him there. So there he was, stuck with a phallic plant object in his ass, and his legs buried in the floor and bound by vines. He had been left enough room to move his pelvis, and tried to push himself up off of the object, probably a stamen of some kind, but he could only get a few inches up off the ground before the vines holding his legs tightened and pulled him back down, leading him to slide back and hit the ground. “Aaaah!” he yelped. The stamen had been pushed back into him, and for some reason, it had felt… really good. Something inside of him had been brushed or hit, but whatever the case, he could feel a pleasurable tingle light up his spine, and he squirmed. What was that? he wondered, looking down behind him, trying to get a glimpse of the stamen, but no matter which way he twisted, he couldn’t get a view. The vine around his midsection lifted him up again, and he got a tiny view of the base of the stamen, but only for a brief moment before it pushed him back down again. And again, he felt it rub that same thing inside of him, causing pleasure to shoot up his spine and cause him to cry out. Before he had another opportunity to think about it, the vine pulled him up again, and pushed him down again. And pulled, and pushed. Before long, the vine had him bouncing up and down on the spire, howling in a mix of pain and pleasure as it continued to rub up and down inside of him. It didn’t take long for his friend to the south to decide to join the party, the deep grey flesh of his penis pushing its way out of his sheath. Sterling had won more than a few contests with his fellow guards over who had the longest “spear”, and all eight inches of it had come out to play, though at the moment, it as doing little more than flopping around while the vine forced him to ride the stamen. That, however, was rectified. Unable to pay attention, Sterling didn’t notice as several other vines suddenly sprouted from the spongy ground. There were seven total, six of which appeared to simply be regular tentacles with rounded ends, but one of them appeared to be more of a tube of some kind. Said tube tentacle shot forward and caught Sterling’s cock as it bounced around, ensnaring it and curling around it almost lovingly. The feeling of the cool tentacle on his cock got his attention, and he looked down. The vine was reaching up to the top of it, before it plunged down, taking his dick right into the open end, letting go with the curls as it did so. “Mmph,” he grunted. The inside of the vine was rather cool, a startling contrast to the warmth he was starting to feel. It slid down, taking it all in in a single motion. And as soon as it reached his base, it stopped. Sterling watched it warily for a moment, before he suddenly let out a moan as he felt the tentacle start to undulate, as if it were milking him. All of this, as he continued to ride the stamen. He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, the vine wasn’t doing it anymore. Now it was him that was lifting himself up and pushing himself back down. The pleasure inside of him was just too great to stop. “Aah!” he yelped. Something had slithered into his cock from the tentacle around it. His eyes bulged as he could feel something cool and smooth push its way down, slowly moving inside of him. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was very surprising, another penetration someplace he had never been penetrated before. It slowed to a stop, by which time he couldn’t feel where it had gone, but a sudden spreading warmth near his testicles left little doubt where it had gone. At a glance downward, they didn’t seem to be doing anything, neither growing or shrinking, or changing at all, but as the warmth spread, he could feel its effects. It was as though a switch had been flipped inside of him. He needed to cum, badly. And to that end, he began to bounce upon the tentacle in his ass with reckless abandon, and while he did, he thrust his hips into the vine, even as he felt the intruder within slide out. But rather than disappear completely, as soon as it was free, he could feel something light and thin start to trace around his head. the plant wanted him to cum almost as much as he did. But there were other effects that Sterling wasn’t noticing. The six tentacles that hadn’t done anything were still just hovering there, and by some instinct, Sterling reached out and caught one in his hooves, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. It just seemed so lonely there, hovering on its own. But that wasn’t the end. Now that he got a proper look, there was a tiny slit at the end of each one, and now he felt it with his tongue, there was one in this one. As soon as he noticed that, he reached out with his hooves and started to pump two of them that he could reach, while still tonguing the one in his mouth. He was very curious to see what exactly leaked out of these slits. Meanwhile, he could feel the vine around his horn loosen and then retreat. Excellent. Perfect for ~~escape~~ servicing the vines. No sooner had it gone than his horn shone silver and silver auras appeared on each end, magically stimulating the vines much like he had on several lonely nights at his flat. It didn’t take long before the tentacle in his mouth sprayed something sugary inside of it, firing it in streams, much like a stallion cumming. Whatever was there was thick, sweet, and oh-so-wonderful to the taste. He had to have more. His ministrations on the other tentacles increased, hoping to eke more of the substance from the plant. However, it was then that the vine around his midsection started to pump him up and down again. He had forgotten, and set to bouncing on the spire sticking into his ass, further surrendering to the throes of pleasure. *splurt* One of the vines he was stimulatimulating by hoof ejaculated, spraying him with a thick, syrupy substance and coating his face in it. It was warm, and it slowly slid down his face, leaving a light trail of warmth in is place, and no sooner had he felt it than he knew he wanted more. And more he would have. All four of the other vines chose to spray him as well, bathing him in their ejaculate, and making him moan aloud as he was coated from head to hoof in the stuff. This, coupled with the feeling in his insides, and the stimulation from the tentacle covering his cock, sent him over the edge. With a cry, he came hard, shooting his seed into the wailing maw of the plant’s tentacle in easily the biggest orgasm of his life. It felt like there was just a whiteness in his mind. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, all he could feel was the pleasure as he shot spurt after spurt of seed into the plant. The fire only renewed when the spire inside of him began to undulate, and shortly after, Sterling felt warmth shoot within him. The plant itself was cumming inside of him. This last bit of pleasure sent him over yet another edge, and overcome with the pleasure, he fell limp in his restraints and blacked out. When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was in a different chamber, this one a lot smaller. At some point while he had been unconscious, the plant had dragged him off to wherever this was, for whatever purpose it had. The second thing he noticed was that he was now being held parallel to the ground rather than sitting on it. With a relaxed head, he could see the spongy ground underneath him. And then he was pushed back against the wall, causing something lodged inside of him to push further in. “Ah!” he moaned. It felt like the same kind of spire was within him as before, but unlike before, this one was secreting its substance freely, perpetually filling him with the warmth from before. But this time, Sterling had a clear head. He could vividly remember why he was there, and that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. No sooner had he had that thought than he felt the onset of another orgasm. The plant had kept the tentacle around his penis, and it was still undulating. With a cry, he entered into orgasm, shooting more cum into the plant’s tentacle. And more… And more… Until Sterling realized, this orgasm wasn’t going to end. He continued to cum and cum, his load continuing to shoot into the plant’s passage. And it was then that he realized, the distraction of the orgasm aside. The stuff the plant had sprayed into his testicles had set them on overdrive, continuing and continuing to produce sperm. And whatever was in his ass must be perpetuating his orgasm, making it last forever. A feeling of horror set in, even as he cried out. Was he doomed to die of dehydration, shooting his loads into the plant? But no sooner had he thought this than another tentacle shot forward, pushing into his mouth and squirting some of the same ejaculate as before into him, which he swallowed. It was to be his only sustenance. With a quick burst of magic, he-- “Agh!” he yelped around the tentacle in his mouth as something ignited in pain in his head, and his horn fizzled out. He tried again, only to achieve the same result. Despair overwhelmed him then. The plant had found some way to drug him all the same, preventing him from using his magic. He was forever doomed to be a prisoner of the plant, doomed to be its fucktoy for the rest of his life. And he was dreading every second of it. Author's Note Little to say here. May your pants stay dry, your dreams be wet, may you never eat snow colored yellow.
Chapter 1The Everfree Forest just had to be something Discord made. There was no denying it. One moment, everything was fine. Twilight was simply on the path to the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters to see if she could recover any other books from the library, and not even ten minutes into her leisurely trot, she was lost. “Ugh,” Twilight ground her teeth against each other as she continued to search for the path she had been trotting on a half hour earlier. She knew the forest was unnatural, but she didn’t think it could get to the point where a path she had walked several times suddenly disappeared, leaving her stranded in the jungle. The jungle known for housing strange magical creatures, and magicks that did who-knows-what to those exposed to them for too long. What was worse, something was preventing her from flying up above the trees to see a way out. This was new; Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Twilight had all flown over the forest without a problem, though they did have to steer clear of the clouds with minds of their own. Though it was a particularly windy day, whatever it was keeping her from flying up there felt decidedly less natural. Maybe it has something to do with the smell, she thought to herself, thinking back to the tantalizingly-sweet smell that she had detected just past the river. It had been such a nice smell… maybe a special flower or something. Or perhaps it was a leftover smell from something Zecora had made. Either way, when she smelled it after crossing the river, she felt a quick search was in order. Part of her was thinking it wasn’t a good idea to venture off the path in this forest, but she reasoned that as long as it was a short search for the source, she would be fine. Well, now here she was, stranded in the forest and unable to fly above the trees to find her way out. The thought had occurred to her that maybe if the just walked one way as long as she needed to, she’d eventually hit the edge of the forest and be able to find her way back to civilization. But which edge? It could be Ponyville, or it could be all the way south near Dodge Junction. Or it could even spit her out near the San Palomino desert, and then she’d really be stuck, considering she had no water and had no idea where the river was. She ground her teeth even harder as she sat down on the ground in frustration. She was getting nowhere, and it was getting close to dark. At the very least, she needed to find a good place to camp. Preferably someplace with a source of water. There were plants all around her in this jungle, so fresh water had to be close, right? With a groan, she fell backward to rest belly-up. Was there any way out of here? She had told her friends, the Princesses, and Starlight, that she could be a few days, since she did say she was going to explore the castle even more. Now, that meant that it would be several days before they started to worry, or before the Princesses sent out a detachment of guards to find her. She had tried accelerating that process by shooting a beacon into the sky, but the canopy of trees had somehow blocked her spell. Maybe that was why she couldn’t fly above? Because no magic could pass? Whatever the reason, now she was regretting coming alone. It had all seemed so simple at the time. She just needed some time alone and on her own from everything. Who would have thought it would backfire like this? There came a rumbling sound, accompanied by her tummy tingling slightly. Of course… she thought as her stomach growled. She hadn’t brought any food because she had left food at the castle with preservation spells on them last time she came out, and thus didn’t think she’d need to. Again, in hindsight, a dumb idea. Have to find food, have to find water, she thought, swinging herself forward back into a sitting position. Food shouldn’t be that difficult. If she could find some fruit and make sure it was edible, she was in good shape. And if she could find that, it meant water was nearby as well. Well, let’s keep going, she thought, standing back up and setting off. But she hadn’t gone more than a few paces before she smelled it again. That sweetness was back, and it was stronger than before. As if she were closer to its source. An involuntary tremor wracked her body, and she shivered. She wasn’t cold, but she knew that whatever was emanating that smell, she needed to find. It could be the answer to her current problems. All it took was a quick spell to make the scent visible in the form of a thin cloud of magenta, issuing from somewhere in front of her in the forest, and she was off. This was much better. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? It would have made her search for the source of the aroma a lot faster. Night was falling on the forest, meanwhile, but the magically-visible aroma provided all the light she needed as she followed it back. She wouldn’t need to worry about the darkness if she could find the source. In almost no time at all, she found a cave in the side of a cliff, jutting upward from the forest around them. It wasn’t a high cliff, but it was tall enough to create a cave in its side. And the trail of aroma was pouring out of it. I’m close, Twilight thought, feeling herself start to pant. So focused on the smell was she, that she hadn’t yet realized that her marehood had moistened and her essence was trickling down her thigh. The smell was all that mattered. Once she found that, she could tend to her needs. Almost as soon as she entered the cave, the ground beneath her began to tilt downward, but that didn’t dissuade her one bit. Step by step, she got closer and closer, the magenta cloud having grown so thick it was almost as thick as Pinkie Pie’s mane. The sweetness was oh-so-tantalizing… and she was almost there… almost there… just a bit farther... The cave had to have been a maze. She barely acknowledged branching paths in the cave as she went deeper and deeper, but the smell was her guide, leading her the right way. And finally, as she turned once again, there it was. The magenta mist was at its thickest in a large cavern, and it was issuing from a massive flower on the ground. Its petals looked so big, all four princesses and Twilight’s friends could stand on one of them and still have room to move around! Because of the mist, she had no idea what color it really was, but it didn’t matter, because she had found it. At its center, there was a sort of pool of liquid, and from that liquid, the scent was issuing. As she drew closer and closer, stepping over the vines that extended from the flower, the trickle of her essence coming from her marehood slowly grew, until she was dripping. And as she moved, the vines on the ground, attached to the walls, and hanging from the ceiling, stirred. The pool itself looked big enough for at least twenty ponies to stand in, and it was just deep enough to reach the middle of her barrel if she stood in it. But she didn’t stand in it. Instead, as the magenta mist vanished around her, she leaned into the pool and licked. It was as if heaven itself had entered her mouth! It was the most amazing sweetness she had ever tasted! And she could tell that it would nourish her like nothing else as well. Licks became gulps as she leaned even further into the pool, before she finally stepped over the edge and waded into the center, drinking to her heart’s content, even as she felt the burning in her marehood intensify. But it didn’t matter yet. She was thirsty, and the plant was providing, issuing the liquid from a strange, fleshy-looking pistil standing tall in the center of the pool. If Twilight had been paying attention, she would have noticed everything around her suddenly come alive. A green glow illuminated the room in place of the mist, the source of which appeared to be several green particles in the air, like ten million little green fireflies. Something touched her wing, and she glanced over, momentarily distracted. A green tentacle, veiny and ending with a round point covered with several pores, was hovering there as if it were inspecting her. Whether it was green because of the light or because it actually was green didn’t matter. Nor did the tentacle itself. She dismissed it as though it were the most normal thing she had ever seen, and went back to drinking. Suddenly, something poked her in the head, startling her again. But she wasn’t irritated. Far from it, this plant was providing her with sustenance, and she was eager to repay it however she could. Another tentacle was there for her to see. Unlike, the other tentacle, this one seemed to have a point that ended in a spongy mass, and the mass was glistening. As soon as she had raised her head, it had moved forward and bumped Twilight on her lips. smearing its juice on them. The smell was identical, and so her tongue reached out and licked it up almost unbidden, and more of the heavenly sweetness filled her mouth. The tentacle came forward again, and this time, Twilight opened her mouth and caught it, suckling it and drinking the sweet liquid as it issued. This was even better than the pool! Here, the flow came whenever she wanted, and all she had to do was suck in with her mouth, as though this plant were her mother. The tentacle that had bumped her in the side earlier was now moving behind her. as the tentacle in her mouth started to pull backward. There was no way in Tartarus that Twilight was going to let it escape, so she followed it, continuing to suckle all the while as it led her out of the pool and out onto one of the flower’s petals. Once she was there, the tentacle stopped, and she with it. Her lower half was sopped with the liquid, and she dimly noted at the back of her head that her wings couldn’t possibly fly as wet as they were, before that thought disappeared. Two more tentacles had appeared around her, both gently starting to wrap around her midsection several times, holding her wings to her sides, and gently lifting her up, off the ground, just a couple of feet into the air. Far from afraid, Twilight was only comforted. The plant was keeping her safe while she continued to drink its nectar. But the plant had more ideas in mind. The first tentacle, which had been hovering behind her for the last few moments, finally slipped forward and prodded her at her leaking entrance. Twilight sighed around the tentacle in her mouth. Was there nothing this plant wouldn’t do for her? First, it led her to this fountain of ambrosia, then it fed her and protected her, and now, it was going to satisfy her needs! After another prod, Twilight felt one of her legs twitch. Come on, come on… she thought. And then finally, the tentacle slipped inside, pushing about halfway in, causing her to let out a moan through her nose. So amazing was the pressure, she was completely unaware that the tentacle had torn through her hymen, and it gave her no time to think about it. It pulled back a mere inch before pushing forward even more, sliding further and further inside. With each push, Twilight moaned more and more, feeling it reach deeper and deeper inside of her, and willing it to reach the end and send her into bliss. Until, with one mighty thrust, she could feel it brush her deepest barrier, and she screamed around the tentacle in her mouth as she entered her first orgasm. Her legs twitched, and her walls clamped hard around the smooth vine, trying her utmost to coax it in even further. As the sensations of her orgasm faded away, she could still feel the burning need in her loins even more, and she suddenly realized that the tentacle in her marehood was leaking something inside of her, something that her walls were absorbing and were keeping her horny. Had she a clear head, she might have thought that this plant was incapacitating her with aphrodisiac, but her head was wonderfully focused on the pleasure, so such negative thoughts didn’t enter her mind. She felt four more tentacles touch her, each one on one of her hooves, her only warning before they wrapped around them and gently started pulling them apart, giving the tentacle in her marehood easier access. While she had her tail flagged just high enough for one tentacle to get in, she realized the plant wanted another hole, so her tail flagged as high as it could, exposing her tailhole for the plant to use. Another tentacle prodded gently at the newly-exposed hole, causing Twilight’s eyelids to flutter shut. It really was going to see to her every need, wasn’t it? What a wonderful plant. Being the (former) virgin that she was, she had no experience, but she had, of course, read on the subject. This plant was taking such great care of her and she wanted to make it as easy as possible for it to do its job. She began to relax her sphincter as much as possible, allowing the tentacle as much access as she could. Its gentle prodding grew more and more forceful as it tried more and more to push its way in. But finally, it managed to push through, causing Twilight to moan again as it slid inside, and almost instantly began to leak the same liquid its cohort in her marehood was, only adding to the fire. She was beyond glad she had emptied her bowels before starting on this journey. The last thing she wanted was to defile this amazing plant. No sooner had the thought entered her head than it was wiped away by the new tentacle starting to pump in and out. The two tentacles were now alternating. One would thrust and the other would pull back, maximizing her pleasure, and it was not long before she entered her second orgasm, moaning around her source of nectar again. Even as she came down from it, the tentacles were only increasing pace, causing her to cry out around the nectar source in delight. It couldn’t have been a minute before she achieved orgasm a third time. And then a fourth, shouting even louder as they coated her insides with that wonderful fluid. And then a fifth. And then there were no orgasms. There was only Nirvana, a state of perpetual orgasm. She was complete. Why would she even want to go back to Ponyville? Everything she could ever want was right here. The plant fed her and nourished her, and then it gave her all the pleasure she could handle and then some. And with those thoughts, whatever resistance Twilight Sparkle had left in her, buried so deep down it could do nothing, vanished as she gave herself wholly over to the plant. The tentacles holding her legs apart were no longer necessary for that purpose, only to hold her steady. She spread her legs as wide as she could, silently begging for more. The plant, however, did not oblige her. Instead, it removed the two tentacles in her tailhole and marehood, causing her to let out a choked sob around the nectar source as her be all and end all left her, leaving her a shell, empty and dull inside. Were she in a clearer mind, not focused on her deep despair, she would have noticed the tentacles were instead raising her higher into the air, toward the wall of the cavern. It took her some time before she realized this, and when she did, she was already near the top, the ceiling of the cavern just visible through the hazy green glow. She could see that it, like the walls and floor, was also covered in vines, but there was something else. All around the cavern, hanging from the walls and ceilings, were bulbs. Huge bulbs, large enough to fit even Princess Celestia inside of them. Twilight wondered dimly if they had at one point, before, again, the thought vanished. Now, she noticed the tentacles were lifting her towards one of these pods, its membrane shifting and opening up as they grew near. She couldn’t see the inside due to the dim lighting, but she didn’t need to. Her hope was restored, and she wanted nothing more than to climb into the offered pod. This, unlike before, the plant was happy to allow. It turned her so that she faced into the cavern, before slowly, almost too slowly, leaning her back into it, slowly uncoiling from around her body. The omnipresent nectar-giver in her mouth didn’t budge, however, and its presence was comforting, even as the plant seemed to want to leave her more and more alone. Finally, just as her legs were freed from the tentacles coiling around then, she felt herself be slid into the pod and pushed up against the back of it. The back surface felt comfortable, like a large pillow. The tentacles holding her into the pod were still holding her just a bit off the ground. No sooner than her back touched the surface than a number of vines somewhere below her began to wrap around her legs, holding her lower body to the wall. As soon as she were secure there, the tentacles around her arms came free, to be replaced by even more bindings from the pod itself, and now, she was secure against the pod’s back. With that, the tentacle coiled around her midsection came free, pulling back, and leaving her. But that was alright. The plant was keeping her safe and secured. But as that tentacle left, so too did her source of nectar, pulling out of her mouth. With a cry, she leaned forward as much as she could, attempting to go after it, but she was restrained by the pod’s bindings, keeping her there. No sooner had it gone than she let out another sob. Was the plant that cruel? To deny her only purpose in life? A rustling above her startled her out of her renewed despair, and she looked up. From where the stem of the plant met the top of the bulb, a number of tentacles sprouted from a hole. They were varied in size, and Twilight hadn’t the time to see all of them or their functions, but she did notice one. Another tentacle with a spongy end, leaking fluid. At once, she craned her head toward it, desperately trying to catch it in her mouth, and the plant, only too happily, obliged. The tentacle pushed forward and shot into her mouth, flooding her mouth with the substance once again, as though it were as happy to be reunited with her as she was. Around her, the other tentacles slid around to positions she didn’t really notice, but whatever they wanted, she was ready to provide. Again, two tentacles pressed against her marehood and her tailhole, but they were different this time. The one pushing up against her anus was larger, thicker. She pushed herself down on it, managing just to fit its end into her, and soon after, the rest of it followed, and as before, it set to pumping. The tentacle against her marehood, however, was different. It seemed to have a dull, rounded point this time, as opposed to just the rounded porous ending the other one’d had. It was also thicker. It had to be the size of three of these things! As with the one in her ass, she practically shoved herself down onto it. Her lubrication, coupled with her stretched marehood from the one before, enabled the thicker tentacle to slide in with minimal resistance, and set to pistoning in and out of her, stretching her marehood almost to the point of tearing, but Twilight couldn’t care less. She had everything she needed again, even as the membrane of the pod shifted to close around her. It wasn’t completely dark around her, as the green glow from outside was able to be seen from inside the leaves, but sight was neither easy nor important anymore. Even as the two in her ass and pussy continued her pleasuring right where she had been left off before, a third tentacle entered the mix. This one, rather than a shaft, was a tube. And it floated down to coil around her neck, only just enough to feel like a collar, before it floated up and began to slide down her horn. Her pleasure doubled right then, as her entire spine lit up, and she cried out again as another orgasm took her. The tube tentacle that had captured her horn was full of what felt like a million little feelers, and they were caressing every inch of its twisting surface, even as the tube seemed to suck on the horn just as she sucked on the source of purpose in her mouth. This, of course, only inspired her to suck all the more, even tonguing the many holes of the nectar-giver in the hope that the tentacle around her horn would reciprocate. Reciprocate it did, only adding to the new heights of pleasure he was reaching. But there were still more tentacles. However, they didn’t seem in any hurry to do anything, merely floating there, waiting for the right moment. Whatever their purpose was, Twilight could only hope she was able to fulfill it, when the time was right. And with that last thought, she surrendered completely, and felt herself drift into unconsciousness as the plant continued to see to her pleasure. She wasn’t sure how long she was asleep, but she could sense that her body had been able to digest some of the sweet liquid she had been drinking, restoring her energy, and making her that much more eager to continue. To her delight, the tentacles around her horn and in her loins hadn’t stopped. Perhaps they had slowed, to let her sleep in peace, but as soon as she was awake, they were back at it, pounding away with abandon. But she noticed something had changed about the one in her marehood. It seemed to be thrusting much harder than before, as though it were determined to drill its way into her deepest depths. As soon as she realized this, Twilight didn’t care if it hurt. All she knew is that the plant needed to be inside of her. It deserved to be that far inside of her. And she bucked herself downward as hard as she could, hoping to jam it in there if she had to. Time and again, the point of the shaft hit her cervix, and time and again, it failed to penetrate. Twilight was on the verge of shame, that she couldn’t even get something that deep inside of her. How could she hope to repay this plant for all of its kindness now? But then, with one more final push, the plant’s point suddenly managed to hit right on the money and push its way inside. Twilight almost screamed. Whether it was because of pleasure or pain, she didn’t know. They had reached the point where they were as one. The sensation only grew more intense as the point pushed further and further in, until it felt as though a soft yet firm ridge spread inside her womb and held the bulbous point in place. To her surprise, she realized that the tentacle sucking on her horn and the one that had been drilling into her anus had slowed to a crawl. It was as though they knew they were not the priority anymore, but they still wanted to service their princess while they waited. Thankfully, her source of nourishment was still dripping as she sucked on it. A new pressure suddenly pushed up against her loins. Twilight almost jumped at the touch, but her bindings held her in place. The new thing was round, and felt like it was inside the tentacle that had lodged itself in her womb, slowly being pushed up into her. It was as if the plant itself was coming inside of her. Tears of joy sprung unbidden to the corners of her eyes, and she started to push herself down even harder on the new object. Whatever it was, it was the key to her existence, and she needed it in her depths. For a long moment, it almost felt as though it wouldn’t be able to fit, but with a grunt and a mighty shove, Twilight forced herself down on it, and it was pushed into her pussy. At once, the renewed stretching caused her to cry out, even as the thing pushed further and further, to the ultimate end. When it arrived at her cervix, still held open by the tentacle lodged within, it seemed again as though it couldn’t possibly fit, but she was going to make it fit in there even if it caused her the worst pain she had ever felt. I WILL get it inside me! she thought, pushing herself down again, while doing her utmost to relax her inner musculature. Until, after what seemed like an eternity, the tentacle seemed to give a great squeeze at its base, and pushed it into her womb, where it landed snugly. Her tears of joy renewed, even as another climax hit her, causing her to writhe around the tentacle, even as the bulb seemed to retract and pull out, leaving her with a weight in her belly, as though she were carrying a foal. And it was then that the two tentacles that had been waiting suddenly floated on down to her teats, forgotten up until this point. Because of the new mass in her belly, Twilight could not see what they were going to do, but it wasn’t hard to guess. The moment one of them latched onto her right breast, Twilight gasped. It felt like another of the tentacles that was seeing to her horn, with an interior full of tiny feelers and the ability to suck. And not long after one had attached itself to one breast than the other did as well. Immediately, they both began to suck, with a particular sensation alighting upon her nipples, and the feelers began to massage her breasts She wasn’t sure which sensation she enjoyed more, but she didn’t have time to think about it. In no time at all, she was bouncing upon the tentacles in her loins once again, the one on her horn was massaging and sucking once more, and the one in her mouth was practically gushing the sweet liquid for her to drink. She was now in heaven. What reason was there for her to leave? She had food, she had mind-numbing pleasure, she was to repay the plant for its generosity by allowing herself to carry its seeds, and nothing could ever disrupt her happiness. She was going to serve the plant, her be-all-and-end-all, until the end of time. And she was looking forward to every second of it. Author's Note I plan on doing a second chapter for Twilight that comes back to her some time later. May or may not give it a "good" ending. But between them, I'm also leaning toward doing one where a stallion gets caught too. We have too few M/Tentacle stories. This is my first clop story. I did some other MLP stuff over at fanfiction.net but figured I'd come over here to test my clop writing srkrillz. How can I improve?
Chapter 2How long had she been here? Had it been only a few hours? Had it been days? Weeks? Months? Even years? In this environment of hazy green light and darkness, she could never tell. There was no sun or moon to guide her, and even so, her sleep sessions hardly followed any sort of schedule anymore. It was always wake up in her pod, drink from the tentacle that always stayed in her mouth when she was able to make it, serve and be serviced by the plant, and then fall asleep when it became too much to bear. She knew she had been lasting longer and longer, though. That alone made her feel fulfilled. The longer she could serve, the more she would receive, and the more she received, the more fulfilled she felt. At the moment, however, Twilight was simply waiting patiently in her pod for the plant to do with her what it wanted. The last few sessions had felt different. Last time, the plant had even taken her out of her pod for the first time since she was put there, just to let her down in the pool in its center to drink her fill directly, as much as she wanted. While she really wanted the plant to fill her like it always did, she knew that there would be a time for that, and drank her fill. This time, when she had woken up, she hadn’t felt in need of nourishment at all. Perhaps she had simply drunk enough to keep her satisfied for a few sessions. In any case, she had no way of alerting the plant to the fact that she was awake. But that was fine. She knew it would send its tentacles eventually. Secretly, she was a bit thankful that even the tentacle that encircled her neck wasn’t there, comforting though its presence was. It allowed her to look down at her swollen belly. Whatever was there had stayed exactly that way since it had first been implanted in her however long ago. It didn’t seem to be growing or shrinking, or doing anything, really, but that was okay. It meant a part of the plant was with her wherever she went. Even though “wherever she went” so far only meant “within the pod and the pool of nectar.” A sudden sucking sensation overcame her lower body, and she looked down where the two tentacles were attached to her teats. The plant had noticed she was awake, and was milking her before they began. Not too long after she had first been placed within the pod, the tentacles that had attached themselves to her teats had started to get more out of them than just her pleasure. She theorized it might have had something to do with the thing within her womb, perhaps tricking her body into lactating, and the plant was drinking it up. Perhaps the plant survived on a mare’s milk? The milking didn’t take long. Her teats were never that impressive in size, and the constant milking meant that they never filled to capacity or beyond, and even if they did, the only place for the milk to go was into the tentacles. Twilight sighed contentedly as she leaned her head back against the mass of plant material behind her, closing her eyes as she focused on the suckers pulling gently at her, not yet pleasuring her like she knew they would eventually. Her butt clenched reflexively at the thought of the new heights of pleasure the plant would send her to, squeezing the vines in her ass and vagina, even when she was sleeping and they weren’t servicing her. This left her with the feeling of fullness constantly, to the point where when the plant had taken her down to the pool, they had left and she had felt more than a little depressed without them. Yet they never seemed to feel as though they were any looser within her than they were when they first went in. They had not grown in size, which meant that her ass and pussy, despite the stretching and pounding they received daily, were still as tight as they had been when she had first been led in here. She felt her smile widen. It was very comforting to know that the plant’s nectar could rejuvenate its recipient this way. Her body was kept without any wear or tear, which made her wonder if it would prolong her lifespan, all so she could stay here and enjoy the plant’s embrace. A sudden shifting down south got her attention, and she looked down, past the tentacles still draining her teats, to the tentacle within her marehood, as it seemed to be pulling out of her. She felt a gasp catch in her throat. Had she done something wrong? Was it punishing her for something? But even as these thoughts went through her head, the one in her ass gave a gentle thrust, almost as though it could read her mind, and was reassuring her that it still had many plans for its thrall. Even as the tentacles milking her seemed to stop their milking ministrations and return to their usual sucking and massaging, she relaxed again as the plant made it quite clear to her that it wasn’t going anywhere. The membrane of the pod around her shifted, once again opening up to reveal the outer cavern, where down below the pool of nectar lay, enticing other ponies that were fortunate enough to catch a whiff of the wonderful smell into coming and joining, even though as far as she was aware, it was still just her. Or maybe not. She had not seen another pony, but that didn’t mean there were not others in other pods. Almost apologetically, the tentacle in her anus slowly slipped out of her. As it did, the ones on her teats also let go, and the one around her horn released its grip, leaving her there, supported by the vines binding her legs to the back of the pod. But not for long. Another couple of tentacles approached her from outside the pod, sliding behind her and curling themselves around her as the vines around her arms and legs began to loosen. Was it going to let her bathe and drink in the pool of nectar again? Or was she going to be servicing the plant in some new way? The new tentacles made sure to wrap themselves around her without squeezing her pregnant belly, taking care to support it as they bound her securely, before lifting her up and pulling her out. She glanced around as she exited, trying to spot where they were headed, but with the green haze, dim light, and inability to shift far around, she had limited success. However, when the tentacles began to take her upward, she felt herself growing excited. What was in store for her today? When she was finally able to, she managed to get a good look at the ceiling of the room, where she noticed the plant mass clinging to the top of the cavern were shifting. In no time at all, a small passageway had been opened, and it was from this passageway that the two tentacles had descended from. Just how big is this plant? she wondered. How far down am I? Was there some kind of massive plant topside within the Everfree Forest that this plant culminated in? She was lifted into the opening, the plant mass shifting again to close it behind her, and her ascent continued, bit by bit, until a short while later, she was directed sideways into another passage. It’s like a large anthill, she thought. Passages upon passages. How many different sections does this plant have? Will I visit all of them? Are they all for service? Another shift in plant mass got her attention and she craned her neck just in time to see a rather small round enclosure open up, in which the tentacles deposited her, the walls/floor squishing slightly under her hooves as she was set down. As soon as she was down, the tentacles left, and the wall shifted to close off, leaving her alone in this rather small room, and giving her time to survey it. It wasn’t perfectly round, as there were little inverted grooves that ran from the center of the bottom of the room up to a hole in the top. She reasoned that it was probably so more tentacles could enter the vine, but more interesting was that there was a similar hole in the base. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to see down inside. Whatever it was, it would reveal its purpose when it was ready. And it turned out, “when it was ready” wasn’t too long after she was deposited. A number of tentacles sprouted from the bottom hole, but unlike the ones within her pod, they didn’t immediately move toward her. Instead, they simply seemed to contentedly sit there, waiting for some unknown trigger. This, of course, gave Twilight time to survey them too. There were only two of them this time, but they filled up the hole and sealed it shut due to how small the hole was. One of them seemed to have a much more pronounced sucker shape, and she wondered what its purpose was, while the other one seemed no different from the other countless tentacles within the plant. *pip* Twilight blinked in surprise as something dripped on her. The same sweet scent as always suddenly invaded the room, and she looked up, where the other hole seemed to be leaking some kind of liquid. A quick taste of the liquid that had landed on her head confirmed that it was, indeed, the same nectar, and quite happily, she started to lap up the dripping nectar, even as it started to increase its rate until it was a steady stream, pooling at her feet, before it started to continue to fill the room. Even though it had long been completely disregarded, the logical part of her brain was telling her that she needed to find a way out or she would drown in the sweet heavenly sustenance, but the scent calmed her down as it always did. The plant would provide. From some unseen slits in the ceiling of the room, two incredibly tiny tentacles slithered down toward her, only catching her attention as soon as tehy dangled in front of her muzzle. What are these for? They answered her thoughts by aiming themselves at her nostrils, and then pushing their way in without waiting for her to relax. She jumped in surprise-- the tentacles weer rather cool, and the sensation was incredibly surprising-- but simply stood still and let them do what they were supposed to. She could feel the cool tentacles push deeper and deeper down her esophagus, until they branched off and seemingly entered her windpipe. Her breathing suddenly became restricted, much to her alarm, but before long, the tentacles had made their way into her lungs. As soon as they had made it that far, the tentacles swelled, until her nostrils were completely plugged up, depriving her of the smell, which caused her heart to wrench. She loved that smell… what would the plant take it away from her? But as they swelled, air began to flow in and out of her lungs through the tentacles in her nostrils once again. The nectar was now halfway up her thighs, and it was now that one of the other two tentacles in the room began to do their job. The normal one shifted and moved behind her, and before she could turn to see its intent, it had pushed its way into her ass, the entry made easy by her sphincter having accustomed to having a tentacle there. But unlike that tentacle, it didn’t stop once it had burrowed its way in. It kept going, pushing further and further into her. Twilight again felt herself quiver in excitement. It was going to use all of her! It took some time before she could feel it in her tummy, and then it began to push its way up her throat. The nectar had reached her chin by this point, and the stream of it had become almost a full deluge. Where does it get all of this? she thought dimly as she felt her pussy start to moisten as the plant pumped the aphrodisiac into her lungs. And with that, she felt the tentacle emerge from her throat, gently push her jaw open, and push out. And just in time, as the nectar started to cover her face. Some of it inadvertently splashed into her eye, and for a moment, she clenched it shut, thinking it could damage it, but then it turned out the nectar was harmless to it. Yet another impossibly amazing quality of the plant, it wasn’t denying her eyesight. Once the nectar had completely submerged her, she watched the upper level of it continue to rise as it approached the very top. As it did, she felt the tentacle push even further out of her mouth, reaching toward the upper hole and causing her head to crane with it. Just as the surface level of the nectar had reached the entry hole, the tentacle reached up and plugged it, embedding itself firmly in the ceiling, and preventing any more from entering. It was hardly a tight seal around her mouth, but her throat was completely closed off, preventing her gag reflex from causing her to let any nectar accidentally in. But the plant wasn’t done pushing into her. More and more of it, for just a moment longer, until finally, she wasn’t forced to look directly at the ceiling. Now, she had enough tentacle to relax her neck just a bit. Her hooves had been lifted off of the ground, and she was in an upright position, suspended by the tentacle currently impaling her. And now the other tentacle went to work. It swam over toward her mound and with the suction force of a vacuum, attached itself around her vagina, held in place by the sucker ending. Once firmly there, she felt her lips curve ever so slightly as a tentacle pushed its way into her pussy and started to thrust. Thank-you, she thought as the plant serviced her, bringing her to orgasm in mere seconds. She screamed around the tentacle in her mouth, the tentacles in her nostrils vibrating from the effort as not a sound escaped her lips, but the plant kept going. And in seconds more, she orgasmed yet again, and again, and again. Finally, she was once again in the state of endless, unceasing orgasm as the bolts of energy shot up and down her spine while the plant relentlessly fucked her until she had nothing left to hold her up, and she fell limp, held up only by the tentacle within her. And even then, the tentacle in her pussy kept going. But she noticed it seemed to be growing more erratic in its movements, as though it were a stallion preparing to orgasm. Inside me! Please, inside me! Give it to me! The plant heeded her silent plea, the tentacle pushing right to her cervix, swelling to plug her pussy, and ejaculating within her. With nowhere to go but in, the ejaculate, whatever it was, was forced into her womb, where much like herself in this circular chamber, it completely submerged the object within her. Her belly swelled ever so slightly with how much of the liquid was being pumped into her, and for several moments, all was right. As the tentacle in her pussy shrank and slid out of her, however, so too did the liquid with it, and she felt a sudden twitch in the muscles of her vagina. It… it’s coming! Her womb was now trying to expel the thing inside of her, and unlike what she had once read about labor and birth, it didn’t seem to be particularly painful. Indeed, it only felt like it did when she had to evacuate her bowels, only in a different part of her lower abdomen. Her thighs clenched, and she groaned in exertion as her pussy walls clamped, as though they were trying to push a cock out of her, but the thing in her womb didn’t seem to be budging one bit. I WILL get it out! I will! The plant wants me to! I can do it! With a great clench, she was able to get it to push out of her somewhat. It wasn’t much, but it was heartening, and she quickly continued her clenching and pushing. Maybe if she got it out as soon as she could, the plant would reward her. With that thought to motivate her, she clenched as hard as she could, groaning with the exertion. With every last fiber of her being, she pushed. And for half a heartbeat, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. But then something gave, and the thing inside of her was pushed out, sliding out of her pussy and into the waiting maw of the sucker attached to her mound. With deep breaths of the air being fed to her by the tentacles in her nose, she relaxed, reaching a hoof up to brush at her mane in the nectar, and then overcome by a moment of curiosity, feeling her tummy, which almost felt like it were made of jello from how deflated it was. Maybe the plant had brought her here to birth the object, and then let the nectar do its restorative work, returning her to the way she was without a single stretch mark or other blemish. Either way, for a long moment, she hung there, tired and pleased with herself, waiting on whatever was going to happen next. She reasoned the plant was probably taking the object someplace safe for whatever its purpose was, but she didn’t care. She had done her job, and hopefully, she had done it well enough. The feeling of a tentacle sliding into her pussy again told her that, yes, she had done well enough, and a sigh of relief was released. Just like before she had managed to birth the thing, the tentacle resumed fucking her relentlessly, sending her yet again into an endless orgasm as it saw to her every need. And after several minutes of this bliss, she felt it slow and swell again as it began to pump more and more of its ejaculate inside of her, sealing it within her by swelling as before, but unlike before there it stayed, continuing to push more and more into her. She looked down and saw her belly swell up again as it had before, before a wave of exhaustion overcame her, and she fell asleep in the plant’s embrace once more. Author's Note It's about goddamn time I got this out. I had the idea of giving it a bit of plot as a way of explaining how the stallion gets caught (because I do want to do that still), but I'm trying to decide if I want to keep this PWP or actually give it a bit of story. Anyway, keep your pants dry, your dreams wet, and may flocks of pegasi wings stroke thee to thy orgasm.
Chapter 3Contrary to all the reports Sterling had heard about the Everfree, it seemed rather peaceful within the woods. Things seemed oddly still, and it was rather quiet. Unnaturally so. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Sterling Archer grunted to himself as he continued his search along the path to the Old Castle. Twilight Sparkle had disappeared approximately four weeks ago, and he was one of the first guards that was being put to task searching for her. But of the four that had gone before him, none had come back. All four had been mares, and so command had seen fit to try a stallion this time, as they couldn’t rule out the possibility of a gender-oriented foalnapping. So here he was, slowly making his way along the path. Due to this being a search-and-rescue/survival mission rather than a peacekeeping one, he wasn’t wearing any armor, allowing his short black mane to sit on his grey head, though he did have a bow and quiver with several arrows slung on his back. Hopefully he wouldn’t need them, as he had yet to see any animals of any kind roaming the woods. Suddenly, a light breeze gusted from somewhere to his left, carrying with it a very sweet scent. Strange, thought Archer, furrowing his brow. It smells almost like… nectar. It was very strange to have such a strong smell of nectar when its source didn’t appear to be visible. Perhaps they were lured in by it? he speculated. Cautiously, he started to follow the smell. At the very least, he could see what was going on with it and maybe it would lead him to a food source if he were to remain trapped in the forest for some reason or another. It was not hard to follow at all, surprisingly. It almost seemed like it was leading him on. Sterling had made sure to take special potions design to help his body fight the effects of hallucinogens or other poisons, as the Everfree was known for emitting them. It would last several days, after which he would have to retreat and take another sample. His suspicions grew ever larger as he was led through the jungle until he reached a part where the trees were so tall and the trunks so thick that it felt like night time. A ceiling of tree branches and leaves blocked almost all sunlight from getting in, and he had plenty of room to move around the different trees. And still the scent beckoned, and despite his ever-growing suspicion, still he followed. With a blue glow from his horn, his bow was pulled off and an arrow was nocked. Something wasn’t right. Wasn’t the forest supposed to be full of creatures? Why hadn’t he seen one yet? It wasn’t long before he was led to a large cliff, and set against it was the entrance to a cave. Sterling didn’t need to smell it anymore. The mist was thick and heavy here, pouring from the mouth of the cave, and the sweetness of it was almost sickening by this point. Well, this seems the most likely place they’d have disappeared to, he thought. With a nervous step, he edged his way inside, eyes looking every which way for a threat. It was very dark in the cave, but the light of his horn fixed that. It was utterly labyrinthine in this cave. Passages branched off everywhere into different twists and turns, but the mist was growing thicker and thicker along the correct path. In no time at all, Sterling reasoned he had to be several meters underground. Perhaps half a kilometer deep. He had followed the downhill slope of the path the mist issued from, and he still didn’t seem any closer to finding the source. Until he saw a hazy green glow ahead, that is. Sterling wasn’t stupid. He had been marking his way as he went, leaving magical tags at the different branches and doors, making a trail that would lead him out of the cave when he had his look. Once he was done here, he would follow it, be back out in the forest, and shoot up a magical beacon to alert Canterlot to his discovery. But it was important to be prepared for what exactly that discovery was, he reasoned, and so he stepped toward the green haze, bow still ready. When he emerged into the room with the glow, he gasped. There was a massive plant covering the walls and ceiling of the chamber, with a large nexus of vines, bulbs, and tentacles sitting at the very top of the room. In the center of the floor, however, was a massive pool of clear liquid, from which the mist was issuing, and all around it were more vines. Sterling wondered vaguely if the pool was the nectar itself, and why exactly it was so warm that it created a mist. Perhaps the plant is warming it with its vines? he thought. But how does a plant like this survive, this far underground? Does it have flowers above ground at the top of the cliff to collect sunlight? He looked up toward the nexus of plant matter again, taking an even closer look this time. And he gasped. There were at least thirty bulbs hanging from the ceiling, but five of them appeared to be translucent from light within. And inside of all five of them were equine shapes, held to the back of the pods with a number of dark shapes around them. And all five of the mares had swollen bellies, as if something were inside of them. Those… those are the mares and Princess Sparkle! he realized, before turning around and making a beeline for the exit. He had found them, and now he knew what to do, and there was no time to-- *WHAM!* Sterling was sent flying sideways as something hit his barrel. With a cry of surprise, his magic concentration was broken, and bis bow skittered across the ground away from him, and his quiver was knocked from his back. Before he could use his magic to reach for them, the thing hit him again, sending him flying into the pool of nectar, where he landed with a splash. Sputtering as he stood up, he looked wildly around, trying to find what hit him, but his breath caught when he found five tentacles floating around him and pointed at him, as if surveying him. His gaze flicked from one to another, trying to figure out which one had hit him, but before he could figure it out, the converged. One of them immediately wrapped itself around his abdomen while another bound his forelegs and another bound his hind legs. The fourth wrapped around his throat, restricting his air supply, and the fifth curled around his horn before he could fire off a spell. The feeling of contact on his horn sent a shudder down his spine, and his concentration was broken, the spell fizzling out. He was caught, but he wasn’t beaten. Despite his binds, he thrashed around, trying to free himself. This proved to be a lot easier said than done, as the tentacle around his throat constricted, causing him to relax involuntarily. As soon as the plant felt him go limp, it relented. But the moment he tried again, it choked him again. Finally, after what seemed like the fiftieth time, he stopped fighting. It was over. He had been bested, and now could only look forward to whatever fate the plant had in store for him.. The vines holding his legs retreated, leaving the one in control of his air supply, the one covering his horn, and the one wrapped around his midsection. Once they were gone, Archer felt himself be lifted up, toward the nexus of vines. As he came close to the bulbs, he craned his neck to get a better look, and saw, to his horror and revulsion, that each mare’s legs were bound spread out, and tentacles were thrusting in and out of their marehoods, among other things. Was this to be his fate? Not exactly the same, obviously, but something like it? But then they were gone, replaced by a tube that zoomed by as he continued to be pulled upward, before a shift took him down a passageway of some kind. Just how big was this plant? But then he was suddenly deposited in a medium-sized chamber that he could barely see anything in. The floor felt spongy, and also… unsolid, as if it were made of several parts held together in some way. The tentacles were all still there, but they seemed to be waiting on something. He had no idea what was going on, but at least it would give him time to think about how best to get out of the situation. The room was round except for the floor, there were holes in the ceiling, and the entrance was no longer there, covered by some sort of membrane. How was he going to get out of this one? A small section of the floor was suddenly pulled downward, and in its place a strange, pale-yellow, almost white spire-shaped mass poked out. It stood at least a full 12 inches tall, and had a slight conical shape to it, with rounded “tiers” as it grew taller. Sterling eyed it nervously, but the plant didn’t seem to care for his nervousness, as the vines lifted him up and adjusted him butt-down, hovering over the spire. “N-no,” he grunted, squirming in the vines’ grip. It was painfully obvious what was going on now. Sterling had never really wavered in his heterosexuality, and the thought of being plowed like a mare wasn’t exactly one of his fetishes. At once, his tail clamped down, but another tentacle simply reached around and yanked it up, exposing his virgin anus to the spire below as he was lowered onto it. “S-stop!” he thrashed again, but the tightening of the vine around his neck forced him to comply, and he ceased yet again. As soon as he felt the end of the spire poke against his hole, he tensed, but rather surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort for it to slip inside, nor did it feel as uncomfortable as he thought it would. But as soon as it was inside, the vines yanked him downward, impaling him on the spire and eliciting a cry of pain from Archer. Why do stallions like this!? he thought as the pain in his newly-stretched tailhole slowly receded into a dull throb. It had gone in easy initially, but now that he was on the wider parts, it stretched him and hurt. And it felt… strange. He could feel it all the way inside of him, poking and stimulating nerves he hadn’t ever felt from before, and it gave him a feeling of fullness he hadn’t ever felt either. But it still hurt like a bitch. His tailhole continued to clench around the intrusion, only adding to it as he continued to try to get himself to relax. That was made rather difficult when several small tentacles sprouted from the ground and wrapped around his lower legs. Startled, he squirmed again, trying to get free, but the vines pulled his lower legs downward, yanking them down into the floor. For a moment, Jack wondered if they were just going to hold them there, but then he felt his legs sink even further, until they went through the floor, at which he felt more tentacles wrap around them to hold him there. So there he was, stuck with a phallic plant object in his ass, and his legs buried in the floor and bound by vines. He had been left enough room to move his pelvis, and tried to push himself up off of the object, probably a stamen of some kind, but he could only get a few inches up off the ground before the vines holding his legs tightened and pulled him back down, leading him to slide back and hit the ground. “Aaaah!” he yelped. The stamen had been pushed back into him, and for some reason, it had felt… really good. Something inside of him had been brushed or hit, but whatever the case, he could feel a pleasurable tingle light up his spine, and he squirmed. What was that? he wondered, looking down behind him, trying to get a glimpse of the stamen, but no matter which way he twisted, he couldn’t get a view. The vine around his midsection lifted him up again, and he got a tiny view of the base of the stamen, but only for a brief moment before it pushed him back down again. And again, he felt it rub that same thing inside of him, causing pleasure to shoot up his spine and cause him to cry out. Before he had another opportunity to think about it, the vine pulled him up again, and pushed him down again. And pulled, and pushed. Before long, the vine had him bouncing up and down on the spire, howling in a mix of pain and pleasure as it continued to rub up and down inside of him. It didn’t take long for his friend to the south to decide to join the party, the deep grey flesh of his penis pushing its way out of his sheath. Sterling had won more than a few contests with his fellow guards over who had the longest “spear”, and all eight inches of it had come out to play, though at the moment, it as doing little more than flopping around while the vine forced him to ride the stamen. That, however, was rectified. Unable to pay attention, Sterling didn’t notice as several other vines suddenly sprouted from the spongy ground. There were seven total, six of which appeared to simply be regular tentacles with rounded ends, but one of them appeared to be more of a tube of some kind. Said tube tentacle shot forward and caught Sterling’s cock as it bounced around, ensnaring it and curling around it almost lovingly. The feeling of the cool tentacle on his cock got his attention, and he looked down. The vine was reaching up to the top of it, before it plunged down, taking his dick right into the open end, letting go with the curls as it did so. “Mmph,” he grunted. The inside of the vine was rather cool, a startling contrast to the warmth he was starting to feel. It slid down, taking it all in in a single motion. And as soon as it reached his base, it stopped. Sterling watched it warily for a moment, before he suddenly let out a moan as he felt the tentacle start to undulate, as if it were milking him. All of this, as he continued to ride the stamen. He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, the vine wasn’t doing it anymore. Now it was him that was lifting himself up and pushing himself back down. The pleasure inside of him was just too great to stop. “Aah!” he yelped. Something had slithered into his cock from the tentacle around it. His eyes bulged as he could feel something cool and smooth push its way down, slowly moving inside of him. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was very surprising, another penetration someplace he had never been penetrated before. It slowed to a stop, by which time he couldn’t feel where it had gone, but a sudden spreading warmth near his testicles left little doubt where it had gone. At a glance downward, they didn’t seem to be doing anything, neither growing or shrinking, or changing at all, but as the warmth spread, he could feel its effects. It was as though a switch had been flipped inside of him. He needed to cum, badly. And to that end, he began to bounce upon the tentacle in his ass with reckless abandon, and while he did, he thrust his hips into the vine, even as he felt the intruder within slide out. But rather than disappear completely, as soon as it was free, he could feel something light and thin start to trace around his head. the plant wanted him to cum almost as much as he did. But there were other effects that Sterling wasn’t noticing. The six tentacles that hadn’t done anything were still just hovering there, and by some instinct, Sterling reached out and caught one in his hooves, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. It just seemed so lonely there, hovering on its own. But that wasn’t the end. Now that he got a proper look, there was a tiny slit at the end of each one, and now he felt it with his tongue, there was one in this one. As soon as he noticed that, he reached out with his hooves and started to pump two of them that he could reach, while still tonguing the one in his mouth. He was very curious to see what exactly leaked out of these slits. Meanwhile, he could feel the vine around his horn loosen and then retreat. Excellent. Perfect for ~~escape~~ servicing the vines. No sooner had it gone than his horn shone silver and silver auras appeared on each end, magically stimulating the vines much like he had on several lonely nights at his flat. It didn’t take long before the tentacle in his mouth sprayed something sugary inside of it, firing it in streams, much like a stallion cumming. Whatever was there was thick, sweet, and oh-so-wonderful to the taste. He had to have more. His ministrations on the other tentacles increased, hoping to eke more of the substance from the plant. However, it was then that the vine around his midsection started to pump him up and down again. He had forgotten, and set to bouncing on the spire sticking into his ass, further surrendering to the throes of pleasure. *splurt* One of the vines he was stimulatimulating by hoof ejaculated, spraying him with a thick, syrupy substance and coating his face in it. It was warm, and it slowly slid down his face, leaving a light trail of warmth in is place, and no sooner had he felt it than he knew he wanted more. And more he would have. All four of the other vines chose to spray him as well, bathing him in their ejaculate, and making him moan aloud as he was coated from head to hoof in the stuff. This, coupled with the feeling in his insides, and the stimulation from the tentacle covering his cock, sent him over the edge. With a cry, he came hard, shooting his seed into the wailing maw of the plant’s tentacle in easily the biggest orgasm of his life. It felt like there was just a whiteness in his mind. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, all he could feel was the pleasure as he shot spurt after spurt of seed into the plant. The fire only renewed when the spire inside of him began to undulate, and shortly after, Sterling felt warmth shoot within him. The plant itself was cumming inside of him. This last bit of pleasure sent him over yet another edge, and overcome with the pleasure, he fell limp in his restraints and blacked out. When he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was in a different chamber, this one a lot smaller. At some point while he had been unconscious, the plant had dragged him off to wherever this was, for whatever purpose it had. The second thing he noticed was that he was now being held parallel to the ground rather than sitting on it. With a relaxed head, he could see the spongy ground underneath him. And then he was pushed back against the wall, causing something lodged inside of him to push further in. “Ah!” he moaned. It felt like the same kind of spire was within him as before, but unlike before, this one was secreting its substance freely, perpetually filling him with the warmth from before. But this time, Sterling had a clear head. He could vividly remember why he was there, and that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. No sooner had he had that thought than he felt the onset of another orgasm. The plant had kept the tentacle around his penis, and it was still undulating. With a cry, he entered into orgasm, shooting more cum into the plant’s tentacle. And more… And more… Until Sterling realized, this orgasm wasn’t going to end. He continued to cum and cum, his load continuing to shoot into the plant’s passage. And it was then that he realized, the distraction of the orgasm aside. The stuff the plant had sprayed into his testicles had set them on overdrive, continuing and continuing to produce sperm. And whatever was in his ass must be perpetuating his orgasm, making it last forever. A feeling of horror set in, even as he cried out. Was he doomed to die of dehydration, shooting his loads into the plant? But no sooner had he thought this than another tentacle shot forward, pushing into his mouth and squirting some of the same ejaculate as before into him, which he swallowed. It was to be his only sustenance. With a quick burst of magic, he-- “Agh!” he yelped around the tentacle in his mouth as something ignited in pain in his head, and his horn fizzled out. He tried again, only to achieve the same result. Despair overwhelmed him then. The plant had found some way to drug him all the same, preventing him from using his magic. He was forever doomed to be a prisoner of the plant, doomed to be its fucktoy for the rest of his life. And he was dreading every second of it. Author's Note Little to say here. May your pants stay dry, your dreams be wet, may you never eat snow colored yellow.
