The Risks of Space Gardening - Chapter by Clopfics

Contains tentacles, mindbreak

Apogee opened her eyes, she’d been having the weirdest daydream. It was rife with crazy re-entries, strange friends, and Hearth's-warming presents… she was glad THAT had ended.

Apogee pressed the repressurization button. The port-side airlock to her moonbase slammed shut, cutting her off from the strange, cold wasteland of the lunar regolith. Bright LED lights flickered on and the hissing of pressurized air began to fill the cabin, as recirculation pumps filled the station module with breathable atmosphere.

A small monitor nearby flashed green three times, and Apogee unfastened her heavy astronaut helmet, the lunar-designed equipment much bulkier than what might otherwise be used in deep space.

“Ahhh!” She took in a happy lungful of air, before hoofing the switch on the next door, opening the airlock to the interior of the base. She strode in with confidence, the motion-sensing lights clicking on all around her as she made her way past her crew-quarters and over to the science lab.

With a sweep of her wing, she cleared away the plastic containers and chemistry vials, making a space on her workbench for the container that she was carrying under her other wing, still wrapped in heavy thermal protection fabric.

“There we go… now let’s take a closer look at you… my little botanical anomaly.” Apogee mused to herself (it was a solo station after all), as she clicked open the seals on the little container, and extracted the little budding eggplant, still nestled in its little patch of Equus soil, transported hundreds of thousands of miles just to see what kind of agriculture might be possible on the surface of the moon.

What made this eggplant very unique, however… was the fact that its first budding fruit, a still-tiny eggplant bulb, was a bright pink. And it had a cutie mark.

Or at least… that was the only way that Apogee could describe what she had seen when she’d gone out to the greenhouse module. It might just have been some strange mutation, but Apogee suspected that the absence of Equus’s magical field had probably caused some of this bizarre horticultural modification. In any case… there was a little heart with a straw on it.

“So little guy… just what the heck is your deal, hmm?” Apogee clicked on the bright overhead lamp. Almost immediately, it looked like the little budding stalk sprouted a little vine, twisting and straining toward the new source of light. Apogee blinked quickly, unsure if she could believe what she’d just seen.

“Huh?” She leaned in closer. “Little guy, did you just…” Apogee asked, before seeing another little vine shoot out and curl around the edge of the pot it was nestled in.

“You did! You grew a whole new vine in reaction to just a little bit of light. You’re doing awesome, little guy!” Apogee squeed, dancing on her hooves. “I knew you could flourish in a magic-less environment!” Apogee rested on her elbows, scooching her face close to the little plant and watching it begin to grow before her very eyes.

The vine twisted and turned toward her face, as if reaching out for her, making Apogee chuckle. “Aww… I love you too, cutie.” She leaned forward and laid a light smooch on the reaching leaf.

Immediately the plant throbbed and grew. The central stalk budding two more vines and stretching out… little curls heading in every direction like a spiderweb growing right before Apogee’s eyes.

“W-woah…” Apogee stood up. One of the tendrils quickly snaked around her still uniformed hoof, the bright green stark against her dirty-white suit. The little vine, no thicker than a string, curled and wrapped around Apogee’s arm, playfully wrapping itself around her.

“Hah, I see little guy… you don’t want me to go, huh? You just wanted some more space?” Apogee smiled, letting the vine continue to grow up her arm as she chuckled. If she got in trouble she would easily be able to cut off the tiny string-like vine with a simple yank.

“Would you like some water, too?” Apogee asked, pouring a small vial of nearby water into the dirt.

Immediately, the root system expanded, shattering out of the small plastic wall that contained the potted dirt. Thick roots snaked over the edge of the tabled, gripping and anchoring the rapidly expanding central plant. Apogee chuckled nervously to herself, this thing really could grow quickly. She could even see that the small bud of fruit had gotten slightly larger…

Apogee felt a little tickle at her neck, and a quick glance back at her shoulder showed that the small vine that had snaked its way up her arm had continued all the way to the opening from where she usually had her helmet to enter into her suit, tickling at the sweaty yellow fur as it did so. She giggled as the vine made its way in.

“Hey now, little guy…” Apogee nervously smiled, “careful... I’m gonna need to pull back or I’ll end up having to cut that vine of yours…” Apogee got ready to take a step back to disentangle herself, but as she tried to move her suit boots… she found them strangely stuck to the base’s floor.

“H-huh?” Apogee glanced down.

Her feet were completely wrapped in thick, entangling roots. Unbeknownst to her, the plant had burst through the bottom of its container, through the aluminum worktable, and set a root system deep into the plasteel tiles of the base… and trapping Apogee in place.

“Wh-what the hay!?” Apogee squeaked, panic starting to rise inside her now. She jerked back with her left arm, hoping to tug it free of the opening quickly and get away before things got out of hoof. But the vine resisted, simply thickening and extending. A second jerk of the arm was resisted firmly as the now cordage-thick vine tightened and kept her left arm in place.

“Stop that!” Apogee muttered, reaching across with her right hoof to yank the offending vine. As she scrabbled to grip the green tendril, she noticed it begin to weep a clear, aloe-like jelly. It smelled amazing… but it was also more slippery than a seapony’s backside! Her gloved hope kept slipping off.

With a little bit of fear in her eyes, Apogee clawed at the tendril, trying to free her hoof… when the vine loosened for a moment, creating a loop in its bight that easily lassoed both of her hooves together, then tightened up, as if she were handcuffed.

“A-ah!” Apogee squeaked, as another vine shot out, with no doubt as to its purpose, quickly wrapping up her hooves and beginning to secrete the slippery coating. She tried to jerk both of her arms as one, only to feel the powerful tension in the sinewy vines resist her, holding her entirely in place.

“Oh…. Celestia!” Apogee shouted, fear overtaking her as she realized she was completely helpless against this bizarre plant, which now had control of all of her limbs. Her mind raced, if she was trapped like this, she wouldn’t be able to get food or water… or recycle the generator… she’d only be able to last in this spot for less than a day... if things didn’t get any worse. Right on cue, just after she had that thought….

Things got worse.

Apogee felt the vine that had made its way into her heavy EVA suit suddenly tickling at her belly, changing her fearful grunting into a hesitant giggle.

“He-he-he… st--stop that!” She moaned out, between forced laughs. The vine was playing up and down her belly and back… tracing down her suit legs and finding the underside of her rear hooves. The inside of her suit was very quickly getting filled up with the strange lubricating substance the plant was releasing. Not only was it slick and squishy feeling… but it had a strange warming effect against her skin.

And then… part of the vine brushed against her plot. Apogee felt the little vine brush against her marehood, and her heart immediately THUMPED in her chest. She bit her lip and swallowed, eyes widening. She hoped that the vine didn’t notice her reaction.

Immediately the vine snaked and curled from its exploration of her other limbs, pulling back and positioning its questing tendril-end against her soft pussy, as if sniffing the strange animal reproductive organ - trying to understand what its purpose was.

“Ohh… b-buddy… c-careful where you’re touching…” Apogee mewled, sweat forming on her flushed face as the tendril toyed with her filly-lips, sliding over the sensitive skin between her vagina and tailhole, and prodding against her clenched ponut. “...th-that’s not f-for little plants…”

The roots around her hooves released her. Not that it gave Apogee any freedom: all four hooves were securely in the grasp of snaking tendrils. With her hooves free though, she was easily lifted into the air, hovering part way between the ceiling of the station and the floor as the powerful plant hoisted her with no effort on its part whatsoever.

With what seemed almost like frustration, several tendrils wrapped into the open neck collar of Apogee’s suit and began to pull with tremendous force. Apogee felt the vines began to tear and pull at the fabric, which was rated to take even micro-meteorite impacts. In moments, the plant’s power had ripped the whole suit into tiny fabric scraps as she was torn free of her EVA protection.

“Ah!” Apogee squeaked, naked to the all-encompassing vine plant, still aloft and held spread eagle by all four hooves in the air. She tried vainly to tuck her tail against her belly, but her whole body was being wrapped in vines, around her waist, her neck, her flank, and her tail. The little bindings quickly pulled her blue tail out of the way, ensuring that nothing would get between it and Apogee’s fertile soil.

Apogee could feel the slathering lubrication drenching her limbs and stomach from the constraining vines, the whole effect warming her and making her sweat in reaction to whatever complex herbal proteins were being absorbed through her skin.

“Ohh… I feel… s-strange…” Apogee moaned, her eyes drooping. She could see something big coming out of the huge mass of writhing leaves that was the worktable, but she was having trouble forcing her eyes to focus on whatever it was. One of the supporting vines wrapped around the inside of both her thighs, tightening and squeezing, framing her marehood and tailhole, and making her cute little butt pop out delectably. The new squeezing made her eyes dart open, and then she saw it. This was no vine.

This was a tentacle.

The thick, dripping, sausage-like organ slicked out toward her. It was as thick as her arm, and it ended in a blunt, bumpy end that seeped with the clear lubrication. Extending quickly, it flopped across her face with a wet thwap.

It was heavy. It was wet. It was hot… and it smelled amazing.

Apogee groaned as the complex aroma filled her head, driving out her thoughts and replacing them with a heady mixture of musk, spices, sweets, passion, desire… lust.

Apogee couldn’t help but slightly open her mouth, her little tongue panting out as she strained to lick the fat plant-cock laying across her snout. She just had to taste that ambrosia… smelling was not enough. Sensing the new source of heat from the filly’s panting mouth, the tentacle quivered and slid into her maw, squirting and seeping its aphrodisia as it plunged into her throat.

Apogee’s eyes flared wide and then rolled with pleasure as the thick honey exploded her mind with fireworks. It tasted better than anything she could even imagine. She felt a ripple boil through her body, heat exploding out of every one of her feather tips as she flared to full extension and orgasmed with powerful humping thrusts at the air.

“Mnnnghghkllk…..!” Apogee groaned out, swallowing and swallowing as the thick tentacle deep-throated her, sliding down her esophagus and into her belly. More vines raced along her back, intertwining with her extended wings and holding her feathers out in a state of full extension. She groaned again and felt her own, hot, sticky lubrication squirt from her as she winked powerfully.

The whole plant shuddered and twisted as her juices dripped onto the root system. Apogee’s rolling eyes had just enough energy to see the fat tentacle immediately bifurcate at the root… then trifurcate… as two thick cock tentacles wrapped up her legs… and found her winking, squirting pussy.

“Mnngghhhesss!” Apogee moaned into the throat tentacle, as the knobby end of one found her pussy lips. She grunted and struggled vainly against her bindings, trying to drive the writhing worm into her body, but finding herself unable to move against the tight hold.

To her frustration, the knobby head slipped past her winking cunt, sliding over the skin between it and her asshole… before nestling right against her rosebud. She groaned, eyes crossing as a surge rippled through the tentacle and it pushed its slick body into her tight little ponut, straining her wide as it entered her anus and began to drive into her ass.

“Mmmmf! MMMF!”

Apogee felt the wind knocked out of her as the thick cock-like organ filled her rear, sliding inch after inch of giant, straining, wriggling plant-flesh into her. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen yet. But the nectar that was pouring into her was giving her the oxygen she needed, somehow. Thirstily she slurped it up, even as the tentacle poured directly into her stomach… and into her lower intestines… the nutrients keeping her in a state of blissful ecstasy… and still conscious to feel the next sensation of the last, thickest knob press against her pussy.

It strained, spreading as wide as it could but unable to accept the massive invader. Apogee didn’t care about the impossible size… she wanted it… wanted it so badly to be inside her… to pour that wonderful nectar into her… to fill her completely. She had been cumming non-stop for almost a full minute - it felt like her brain was melting away in the sea of endorphins she was being flooded with.

“MMnnnggghh…. Mngghhzknzzzzee!”

Finally, the little filly’s non-stop winking cunt let the knobby tentacle pierce her. Without any hesitation the fat green slime-tentacle slid and expanded into her tight, grasping cunt. It fucked its way up her velvet tunnel, expanding so obscenely that it made her yellow tummy bulge with its passage as it barged up against her womb. Instead of fucking itself in and out the tentacle expanded and contracted, like a breathing beast, stimulating Apogee with the change of its thickness. Her little clit had been looped by a small, massaging vine, and it pulled her lovebud against the throbbing cock-tentacle pulsing in her.

Not that it mattered. Apogee had been in full-orgasm for minutes now. Hours. Days. Years.

Time had no meaning in this state.

“Hmmmfff….. HMMMMNNGG!!!” Apogee’s eyes rolled out of control, like a mail-mare on morphine. She didn’t feel the small vines creep into her ears and nose. Gossamer thin tendrils snaked their way into her ear canal and against her nasal passage, growing ever thinner and more delicate as they snaked their way into the nerve endings of those organs… and into Apogee’s brain.

Hello warm one.

Apogee struggled to understand the foggy thought that seemed to come from somewhere else. Huhhhh…. Wassaaaat? Whoo isss you… so… harrdd…. no think guud….

Hush my little flower. You gave me light, water, love. You are about to give me a plot for my seedlings. In return, I will give you what your animal brain wants more than anything else. No more painful thoughts or worries of survival. I will take all that away and give you pure eternal pleasure.

Some reptilian part of Apogee’s brain cried out: danger! Danger! She didn’t want to become a mindless chemical pleasure wash… did she? N-nnooooooo…. p-pleeassss…..

Hush now.

Apogee squealed and moaned. She didn’t feel the mutated eggplant fruit, dripping with lubrication now the width of her hoof and as long as her leg, slide up along the tentacle fucking her pussy. She didn’t feel it slide in alongside the tentacle as it shrank to permit it inside her body, didn’t feel the tremendous strain and bulge as it pressed up against her cervix sliding inside her uterus…

But she did feel it explode with plant-juice, spilling its seed and pumping her fuller and fuller of its liquid seedlings, impregnating her with its offspring, germinating her with such obscene volumes that her belly fattened up to the size of a mare pregnant with triplets.

Good flower. Sleep now… in everlasting pleasure.

Apogee squealed as her brain melted into a sea of dopamine, her sentience washing away in the flood of lusty pleasure…

Author's Note

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This box was requested by Shino himself! He wanted to read Apogee getting assaulted by an alien plant of some type on Mars... I figured this is about close enough! Tentacles are a new one for me to write. I was worried that I would feel a bit lost without a male pov to project through, but this actually turned out OK... (I think)...

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Hmm... very interesting Ms. Apogee... I wonder if the cake shape represents your addiction to your father's biggol donger? Tell me... how do dicks make you feel?

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