Contrary 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.