“This heat is killing me!” Pumpkin bellowed as she flopped onto her back, only to sit right back up as the hot steps of Sugarcube Corner went straight through her fur.
Pound Cake groaned and nodded as he slumped against the gingerbread railing. “Don’t we have connections? Like can’t we just ask Pinkie or her friends to get Celestia to stop with all this sun for a little bit? Like I know summer’s supposed to be hot, but this is ridiculous!”
“No…” Pumpkin pouted. “After last time I don’t think that’s going to go over well. She’d probably just make it even hotter to get back at us. You’d think a pony like that would be able to handle a bit of bubblegum.”
“She did have to shave off her tail,” Pound said simply before they shared a glance and both of them started chuckling at the recent memory. Celestia probably had them on a ‘do not grant requests or wishes’ list posted at every guard’s station by now.
“I’m surprised we’re not sitting on the Sun.”
Pound just shrugged, “Worth it… though, the one thing I would like to be sitting in is a lake about now. We can still go at any time you know.”
“No…” she sighed out loud again. “I don’t really want to go there either. I think Fluttershy’s family of gators are still living there.” The water did sound like a good option, but having her tail bitten off to match the Princess’s style wasn’t ideal.
Pound just sat there fanning himself with his wing. “Do you want to go in the house?” he asked, throwing ideas against a wall in the hopes that one would stick.
Pumpkin just looked down at her hooves and let out a big sigh. “No…” It seemed defeating to even think about that right now, and going inside would just be confirming it. Plus, it wasn’t all that enticing since there was a funky scent floating around inside the shop. Whatever Pinkie had been baking in there for the past few days warranted staying outside for just a bit longer, or maybe sleeping over at a friend’s again.
“I don’t know!” Pumpkin blurted out once more as she flopped back onto the hot steps and immediately regretted it again. “I want to do something! Just not any of those things.”
“Well, we have to go and do something. I’m starting to get what it’s like being a baked potato."
The steps were hot, the Sun was hot, and her fur felt like it was an uncomfortable blanket keeping the warmth in; boredom wasn’t helping at all either. Pumpkin groaned again. “This heat sucks.”
The top half of the shop’s door started to unlock and the windows were pulled open soon enough. “So…” Pinkie said as she stuck her head out, glancing at Pound, but mostly looking Pumpkin’s way. “I heard you’re having some problems with heat.”
Their ears flicked up at those words and Pumpkin jumped to her hooves, nodding heartily at that question. She tried swallowing a little as she thought of words to say, but her throat felt dry, like a big glass of water would be good to quell this. “Y-yea,” Pumpkin managed to get out, feeling excited from the tone of Pinkie’s voice; she might have a cure for this weather problem.
Pinkie’s pink mane was still curly as ever, but just looked slightly unusual, like it was missing something, even if she couldn’t see exactly what. “I… know about something that will help with that. Actually, it’ll help both of us and have us feeling like normal again!”
The cooler, inside air drifting out felt so enticing, but Pumpkin scrunched her nose a little as that strange aroma came with it. The scent reminded her of really sweet cotton candy. Working in a bakery was one thing, but this was nothing compared to how overly sweet this particular smell was.
Pound stood up with a bit of hope, but wariness in his eyes; the house at least had a tiny air conditioner. “But you’ve been inside for like a few days now. What do you know?”
“Well I am also having heat issues,” Pinkie said and glanced over at Pound for just a moment. It was kind of odd why she had been looking at Pumpkin for most of this, she wasn’t normally one to pick obvious sides… but then again Pinkie wasn’t usually the one to be labeled as normal. “And if there’s any way for ol’ Pinkie to help out, you bet I’m going to!”
Pound and Pumpkin shared unsure glances as they headed further into the forest. Where was Pinkie even taking them? This was a place they have never realistically considered venturing into before; most of the times they weren’t even allowed to go near the forest, but with Pinkie… it seemed like it was ok?
Whatever the mare had been baking didn’t let go at all, they could still smell it floating off of her the entire time. Though, maybe Pinkie was on to something; unlike Ponyville, a few clouds dotted the skies above, plus the ample shade from the trees kept it a bit cooler and well away from unbearable; even the humid air was welcomed.
“Where are we going?” Pumpkin asked curiously, wondering if the mare knew of a hidden lake or some other gem in the area. That would surely be nice.
“Well I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise silly!” Pinkie giggled. “Besides, I know it’s just the thing you need and you’re going to love it!” She sounded oddly eager and almost looked like she’d be skipping away at full speed if the twins weren’t there.
Pound just shrugged at Pumpkin; there wasn’t much success prying a surprise out from Pinkie.
It was a bit of a walk, and the mare had been looking back at the two with an even bigger smile while bounding along as they reached a small clearing. There wasn’t any water in sight, but the area still looked nice; it could have been a tiny park and prime picnic spot if it was closer to town. The trees lining the edge and sparsely dotting the middle were huge, some even as wide as their dining room table.
The soft wind blowing through here was nice, though the summer heat still left the leaves with dull browns and yellows; the shrubs and grasses looking pretty similar. The only thing out of the ordinary to this natural getaway was a large bell attached to a post near the edge of the forest where it started to slope up into a hill.
The twins’ confused glances did little to answer their questions. Why did somepony decide to put a bell here? This certainly was unexpected to say the least.
“Here we are!” Pinkie said as she plopped down right beside the bell. “Ready?”
“Ready for wh-“ Pound tried to ask but Pinkie tugged the string hanging below and loud, deep gongs echoed through the trees. Birds suddenly took flight from all around as they cawed and squeaked in surprise.
Pinkie stood there grinning and looking around as if waiting for something.
“Soo… uh… what’s this bell for exactly?” Pound asked.
Pinkie just looked at him like he should have already known the answer. “It’s to help Pumpkin with her heat and it’ll be here soon... though, I’m not too sure why you tagged along, Pound.”
The twins shared a dumbfound look between each other before Pound continued. “Because I’m hot as well? Why can you only help Pumpkin with this hot weather we’ve been having?”
“Yea, I thought you were bringing us to a secret lake or something to help cool off,” Pumpkin added.
Pinkie’s eyes went wide as she glanced at the two foals, like something just became much clearer. “Wait… you’re not in heat?” she asked and only got confused stares. “Estrus? Time of season?” she rapidly added as she stood on her hooves and quickly slid over to the two, bringing that sweet cotton candy scent with her.
“Uhhh…” Pumpkin mumbled in utter confusion as she plopped down on to her rump and shrugged. “N-no? M-maybe? I don’t know? It’s just hot out!”
Pinkie sucked in air as she gave a forced smile; the kind of look that she did after making a big oopsie like when she made a dozen, mint, carriage-sized cupcakes instead of a dozen, mini, carriage-shaped cupcakes; A little promotional idea for the carriage shop and some miscommunication turned into a whole street filled with those mint-smelling monstrosities.
“Oh…” she said as her smile slowly deflated to a concerned grin as she shook her head. “Pumpkin… I’m going to need you to start rubbing your coochie. Right now.”
“M-my wha-?”
“Between your legs! Your fillyhood, coochie, puss puss,” she said as she looked over her shoulder into the forest. Bushes started to wiggle; something was moving closer and closer. “Start rubbing there right now!” she said urgently as she hopped up to her hooves.
Pumpkin gave the mare a confused glance as she turned away. Pound was looking skeptically as well, but the tone in Pinkie’s voice automatically had Pumpkin’s hoof coming in defensively and pressing against her belly. She looked down at her own little slit, idly giving it a poke without even thinking.
“Uh... a-are you sur-?”
“Pumpkin, start rubbing in circles! And hurry! You don’t have much time!” Pinkie snapped back, setting Pumpkin’s heart racing at the sudden order. The shaking bushes getting closer only set the filly’s adrenaline off as she followed the only instruction she had: she rubbed herself.
It almost felt like rubbing another pair of lips between her legs, but this was starting to feel really weird doing it in front of the others. The orders Pinkie had barked out had her hoof moving on autopilot in slow circles around her folds. Why she was doing this almost boggled the mind, but Pinkie seemed sure this would help for whatever was coming.
Though, she couldn’t help but shiver the more that she touched there and a small tingle slowly started to build up. It was weird, kind of like she was massaging and tickling herself at the same time. She was going to ask Pound what he thought of all of this, but he was staring intently at her hoof and his wings were straightened out.
His eyes glanced up to meet hers and his face flushed red in an instant. He looked so embarrassed to see her, yet he didn’t stop watching.
Her stomach twitched suddenly when she hit something in just the strangest way. The thin fur along her lower lips tingled as she grazed along it, but soon felt like it was starting to get slightly damp as a slick wetness smeared on her hoof.
Her circles almost paused as she curiously looked down, spreading one of her lips to the side and catching a faint sheen of liquid on the bright pink flesh hidden between those yellow folds. The newfound massage style felt like it was sating some inner need and turning her breath shaky ever so slightly.
Though, the more she became aware of the audience she had, the more her cheeks heated up. Was she just getting played from some elaborate practical joke Pinkie had created? She was just about to speak up but Pinkie was already looking back at the two of them. Pound looked like a lost deer having no idea what to do, but Pinkie spoke up. “Pound! I need you to help your sister… just help her do what she’s doing, but faster! As wet as you can!”
Pumpkin’s eyes widened hearing that and watching as Pound almost tripped over to her in a hurry. The colt’s eyes didn’t move from between her legs, but his hoof pulled back, almost as if he was preparing to touch a hot stove. He glanced back at Pinkie but she was just staring at him hard enough that he turned right back.
Gulping with anticipation the colt inched his hoof closer. Pumpkin reluctantly spread her legs a little more and brought her own hooves close to her face, preparing for what was to come as her brother moved down there with the same kinds of autopilot that Pinkie set her on. He paused and glanced up at Pumpkin with hesitant eyes but she just gave a subtle nod: it was ok.
There was a distinct scent that reminded her of the autumn; a mix of cinnamon, nutmeg and a hint of ginger was fresh on her mind. It was strikingly similar to the big batches of seasonal hot chocolate they made up at the bakery with her favourite pumpkin spice. With the alluring scent, and her brother’s hoof landing on its mark, sending shivers down her spine, it was enough that she couldn’t help but unconsciously bite on the ends of her hooves, getting a hint of the sweet wetness dampening the tip.
He moved in small, focused circles as if this was the only thing on his mind right now, the only thing that he needed to do perfectly. Pumpkin could still feel slight trembles in his hoof, similar to the clenches her tummy was doing much more frequently now.
She could feel the dampness get spread around her mound the more he touched. Her fillyhood glowed with a foreign warmth. It felt strange, yet instinctually familiar as a dull throbbing and squeezing pulsed between her legs. “Nnggh…” she couldn’t help but let out as Pound hit one of those nice spots.
The sound almost made the pegasus jump like he had been startled out from a dream. He glanced up with crimson filled cheeks but looked right back at his task as if it was his only lifeline.
Pumpkin’s eyes were starting to flutter as her breaths grew deep. The pegasus’s tail flicking caught her gaze for a moment, but didn’t stay long as she looked him over entirely. A growing shadow underneath made her take a second look, and she could feel her cheeks burning as soon as she could tell what it was: Pound’s colt piece was coming out.
She bit her lip in hesitation, wondering why it was doing that, also if she had to do anything to help him. Pound was helping her with… something? Making her slippery? Embarrassing her entire being maybe? But… did Pinkie want her to help him as well? Touch there?
It only made sense.
She scooted over, half leaning on the ground like she was a mechanic taking a peak under a carriage. “W-what are you-ooo~?” Pound tried to ask, but Pumpkin made his entire body freeze as she reached out and pressed her hoof gently against the tube of young stallion. She could feel the entire thing suddenly flex and expand at the same time, tapping against his belly.
“J-just helping,” Pumpkin barely whispered as she pressed it against his belly, rubbing the center of his length in slow circles with the small dip in her soft hooves. Another time she probably would have been giggling at the strange looking appendage, but now she was concentrating like it was crunch time at the bakery.
Pound shakily let out a breath that he had been holding, and thankfully, he got back some control of his hooves to try and get Pumpkin as wet as he could somehow. His hardened wings twitched from Pumpkin’s ministrations, looking like they were trying to flap but were too stiff to even bend. He had no idea why the two of them were doing this besides some strange order to get ready for something that was heading their way. It was sounding a lot closer than before, but he couldn’t move his eyes away from his sister at all.
Keeping her legs open was a challenge in itself as the euphoric massage was getting more and more intense. They were shaking and threatening to slam shut, but that would have cut everything short in an instant. Her loins felt like they were cooking and her darker, pelvic fur felt more than damp. It didn’t help that the colt part in her hoof was distinctly causing her tummy to flutter as she inspected him. She trailed along his member, touching against the thick looking tip, gliding away to an even thicker ring in the middle and moving to the bottom where it looked like he had a coin purse with two round balls inside of it. It even felt pretty full as she curiously lifted the package up.
The circles started to slow as Pound began to really look at her now that he had the chance. She could feel one of her folds spreading to the side as he gazed into the inner pink of her entrance, inspecting the inner muscles twitching and squeezing on nothing. The scent in the air was starting to make his mouth water as he stared down at the prize below, wondering if he should get an even closer look.
He licked his lips.
“They’re here!” Pinkie said urgently and Pound quickly turned away to look. The nearby bushes shook fiercely and Pinkie let out an oddly delighted squeal as she was lifted in the air.
Pumpkin could only see the flash of greenish-yellow, vine-like appendages come out of nowhere and pick the mare up. Suddenly, she felt something thick squish under her torso as well and push her up in the air. Before she knew it, things were turning sideways, upside down and all over the place as these tendrils grabbed and coiled around her.
She looked down and fortunately they were only a couple meters off the ground. Unlike her brother, she didn’t enjoy the air as much as him; the lack of built-in, pegasi parachutes probably had something to do with that.
Pumpkin tried to move, but there wasn’t anything to leverage on as the vines passed her around. The tendrils felt smooth to the touch along her fur as some of them latched on to her flailing limbs. The wiggling restraints had curled around her underbelly and wrapped around her shoulders, holding her securely in the air. At least she was right side up, unlike Pinkie who was flipped onto her back.
Pumpkin could finally see what was happening as the creature slowed down and she got orientated somewhat. The tips of these tendrils were quite thin at the very ends but quickly thickened down the rest of its length. They seemed to have come from everywhere: up the hillside, out from the other edges of the tiny park, even coming out from where the three of them had entered.
They coiled around Pinkie like a bunch of frenzied snakes, spreading her legs open, showing off her pink marehood to the world; though it didn’t look like it took them any effort to do.
Glancing at ponies down there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but staring like Pumpkin was surely wasn’t normal. The filly’s eyes were fixed on the impromptu show and the strange differences that caught her eye. The mare’s privates looked slightly parted and her two lips were puffier and more pronounced than anything she’d seen before. There was even a bright pink line showing between those darker folds and it looked like they were glazed in a liquid that glistened in the sunlight.
Pumpkin’s eyes widened as she saw one of the vines moving like a curious snake between Pinkie’s legs. Pinkie’s curly tail coiled up like a spring as it got closer, rubbing up against her thighs until it flicked between her lower lips with the very end of its tip. Her tail snapped out and legs bucked as she let out a deep moan, like she had been waiting for this very moment the entire day.
That tentacle slipped down lower along the mare’s slit, touching right above her dock where her tailhole was. Another vine quickly replaced the one that moved off her mound, giving it a quick stroke, enough time for them to say hello before the two vines slipped inside Pinkie in a blink of an eye, stuffing her holes to the fullest. Pinkie squealed out in delight with an odd, half-moan and half-giggle before she was silenced when another vine found her maw.
Pumpkin couldn’t help but squirm in her binds as her ears folded back, feeling more exposed than ever now. Was that going to happen to her? Was this the surprise? She looked over to her brother but his eyes were firmly on Pinkie for a few moments before they finally shared an unsure glance.
Pound’s eyes glanced between the tendrils wetly sliding into Pinkie's tunnels and Pumpkin, looking at her rear with more and more urgency until his eyes opened wide.
Pumpkin was about to look behind before she felt something brushing against her tail, pushing it to the side and then landing on her inner thighs. The sudden touch to her thin, ticklish fur sent a shiver down her spine as it slowly moved up. She looked back to Pound with wide eyes and a growing blush on her face before she loudly gasped as the vine poked against her precious, little mound.
As the tip felt along her folds, gently rubbing the soft, supple flesh underneath, she closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the creature to just dive inside like it had with Pinkie. But the big thrust never came; it almost seemed to take pause as it felt down there. “Huh?” she mumbled curiously as she hesitantly opened her eyes.
It felt like its tip was curiously sliding along her slit, gently spreading her fillyhood open in the strangest of ways. It was barely further in than the twins had gone when rubbing, but it was a spot that had never been touched before, feeling so new, so sensitive. “Nnnghh...” she softly huffed out as the tentacle pressed against her mound and made slow circles. It wasn’t diving in, but instead was rubbing around, like Pinkie had told her to do to prepare… prepare for something.
She glanced over at Pinkie and gulped… preparing to go inside.
Pumpkin looked to Pound with a flurry of emotions showing on her face: shock, fear, arousal, curiosity, confusion.
The pegasus practically started swimming over to her at the sight, kicking with hooves and flapping with wings, trying to get as close to her as he could. It almost looked as fruitless as Pumpkin’s squirming, but he was managing to get a bit closer each time. With another kick, squirm and a wiggle, he stuck his hoof out as far as it could go and barely grabbed ahold of some of Pumpkin’s curly, orange tail.
“I think I can bite the ones going after you!” he said as he tried to wiggle and worm his way closer, teeth gnashing together in anticipation.
Did she really want that? Her instincts were screaming, hell yea, bite the beast! But a small part of her was asking to see where this goes. She flicked her tail in his grasp, accidently booping it up against his nose. She paused as she looked at him before sheepishly shaking her head. “M-maybe not… this was a surprise from Pinkie, right? Maybe we could see what this is all about?” she said with a hesitant smile, only half believing her own words.
Pound tilted his head in confusion and surprise as that processed in his mind. He was going to ask again, but Pumpkin didn’t look like she was going to be changing her mind. “Fine,” Pound said in a huff and reluctantly let go of her tail, letting it fall back into place and bump into the exploring vines. He crossed his forelegs as much as he could with one of those tendrils snaked across his chest, giving Pumpkin a look of unhappy acceptance.
Her eyes fluttered from the creature’s ministrations as she unsuccessfully tried to look as apologetic as she could. Its touch made her back arch ever so slightly as she wiggled her shoulders as much as she could. She was about to say it doesn’t seem that bad, but Pound’s eyes had shot open in surprise and his already hard wings pulsed stiffly.
He had been so wrapped up in watching Pumpkin that he didn’t even notice his tail shifting to the side and one of those wiggly limbs touching in between his flanks. “H-hey!” he snapped at them as they curiously poked his fleshy sack. The tendril seemed to pause for a few moments, before giving it another few curious taps and slowly moving up towards a more familiar opening.
“A-ah! H-hey!” Pound shouted out again as he clenched and jumped forward as the thin tip of the vine poked right at his hole. It moved with him and stayed right on the button as it gave a slow massage to the tiny, donut-like ring of muscles. He squirmed uncomfortably as a wetness from the tentacle started to coat along there. “A-are you sure about this, Pumpkin?” he asked again.
The three of them were starting to get floated up a little higher and much closer. ”No…” Pumpkin said with a shrug. “W-well…maybe… I don’t know.”
“That’s reassuring…”
Pumpkin just stuck her tongue out at him, before gently biting on it from the constant distractions on her rear. Another tendril landed down below her tail, pressing against the second entrance that she was quickly learning about. Pinkie hadn’t told her to rub her butt at all, but at least this creature was doing that for her; the warmth spreading on every opening between her flanks was very noticeable.
She braced herself for that expected push that it was practically teasing her with. It tested her waters, with the very end of it dipping inside of her for just a moment, enough so that she could feel her entrance trying to squeeze together tightly like a pair of pursed lips.
Pound was groaning as the tip felt around similarly, poking inside him just enough to feel what the other side was like. Another had reached between his legs and was curiously feeling his colthood. It poked at his shaft, making it bounce in the air, but that only seemed to make it harder and stronger.
Finally, it coiled around his member like a snake, squeezing it as it reached up and poked at the small hole on the tip. He shuddered hard and let out one of the most adorable squeaks that could have come right from a filly. It pressed a little more but pulled back right after realizing there was no way it was getting in there.
Pumpkin could only focus on that for so long before another gasp came from her as the vines thrusted into new territory. The tip centered on her fillyhood before squeezing inside, truly opening her entrance up for the first time. It felt so wet and slippery as it slid in and the warmth this appendage gave off sent tingles down her spine.
Her walls squeezed tight, but the muscly tendril pushed its way through to her inner core, getting much thicker as it continued. Its wiggling tip tickled in places nothing had ever been before; it felt oddly nice, yet so many kinds of strange at the same time. Though, as the girthier part sunk in further it felt like her fillyhood was starting to strain under the sudden stretching.
“Nnnyaaaa~,” she panted out, feeling a strange kind of fullness in her lower belly. Her eyes suddenly opened wide as another of the tendrils pushed into her, slipping into her tailhole as purposefully as the first and sinking who knows how much length into her. Compared to her fillyhood, this going inside her butt felt even weirder for some reason, but oddly, it felt like an even more stimulating pairing, like these two worked well together.
Pumpkin tried squirming hard, but the vines held her in place. It felt like two, wiggling balloons had just blown up inside her tummy making her feel this strange fullness. The feeling wasn’t exactly the same as eating a lot of food, but it was kind of similar in its own weird way, and down much lower.
Another adorable squeak from above slipped out from Pound as his unexplored rear was getting internally searched. The tip finally crossed that line and stayed past his ring of muscles, pushing the girthier length inside along the lubed trail. The colt softly moaned but was abruptly muffled; one of the tendrils had slipped into his maw, starting its inspection on that end. He just rolled his eyes before he let out an exasperated groan.
The three were getting close enough that Pumpkin could hear the wet slips inside the mare’s holes and smell Pinkie’s sweet scent perfuming freely into the air. Her unabashedly lewd moans encouraged Pumpkin to not even try to hold back – not that she thought she really could – especially as the vines started to slide out of her canals. It gave her a moment of relaxation, but it didn’t last long as it pushed right back in.
“A-ah-AH~!” Pumpkin squeaked out as it tapped against her inner most depths. She squeezed her eyes closed, letting her mouth hang open at the tightening sensations flowing through her. Though, her focus was snapped away again as a wet poke on her lips briefly warned her of the coming danger slipping into her mouth. It wasn’t enough to react more than tightening her jaw as it squeezed in through her lips.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled out in surprise as another part of her was getting filled with goo and girth. It covered the inside of her cheeks and throat with the same liquid it applied everywhere else, though the taste made her eyes open wide with shock and confusion. It was slippery, warm, and had a noticeable hint of frosting in its taste. She shook her head in a bit of disbelief; of course Pinkie would know about a creature that tastes like this!
With the three sliding appendages taking her at all angles it was almost surprising to feel fur touching against her belly. The vines were starting to wrap the three of them together and Pumpkin was lying belly to belly with the mare now. Feathers flapped against her back as Pound quickly joined the midair pile, sandwiching Pumpkin between the both of them.
In the reorganization, they had let go of her hindlegs, but she was stuck between these two, rear sticking out to be toyed and played with. She wiggled, but the vines pushed Pound’s back into her tightly. Pinkie was laid out like a starfish, holding the small tower of foals up on her belly, but her eyes were practically in the back of her head, relaxing and enjoying the treatments.
“Mmm-hmmmah~ hmmmaah~” Pumpkin moan out around the tendril as all three of them pushed inside her at the same time. The filling appendages had her entire body trying to squeeze against their girth, desperately trying to accommodate. Though as they reversed, pulling out almost all the way in one swift stroke, her entire body flinched and her hindlegs tried kicking out but only met the open air.
The wet slaps only seemed to get louder and her fillyhood felt completely soaked, mixed with her juices as well as whatever warmth the creature had been spreading inside her. The slippery cream was making her core glow with heat. It was building up in her throat as she tried to keep gulping the sweet tasting flavour down, but the more she sucked and squeezed, the more flowed from the vines.
Pinkie had given a muffled moan of delight every time the tendril dipped down her throat. Pumpkin could only guess that the two vines were working away on the mare in the exact same way; though it was probably even faster with the way Pinkie’s belly was rising and falling every time they pushed; that small bulge squished against Pumpkin’s teats.
If she could feel Pinkie like that, could Pinkie feel the same? Could she feel this thing stretching her wide? Its length making their bellies touch together tightly. For some reason, that very thought and the electrifying sensations had the filly’s tummy practically fluttering in delight.
Pound was grunting as the vine worked its way into his mouth, pushing inside and spreading its delicious cream. He almost wanted to try and spit out the gooey substance, but the flavour was making his own body betray him as he took small gulps. His eyes were fixed on the edge of the canopy above and he wasn’t really positioned to move now that the vines had laid him over his sister and tied him snugly to her.
He could feel that tendril wiggling down below like it was exploring in a new, yet familiar place. It was worming inside him, tapping against the sides of his tunnel at just the right spot that sent a foreign shiver down his spine and reflexively sent his hips thrusting into the air.
The vine had a grip at the base of his shaft, coiling around it like a snake and bumping against the tip of his member. His small thrusts were enough to slide the slippery vine between the ring-like middle of his colthood. The vine moved along the bottom of his member, but it certainly wasn’t focused on it like it was on his rear.
His previously untouched hole was getting spread open wider as the tendril worked its way in and applied copious amounts of lubricating liquid. He could feel the strange heat and tingle coming from the goo, but the subtle feelings were quickly lost when it suddenly pushed deep inside him before pulling almost all the way out.
“O-ooommph~” Pound moaned out around the vine as his hooves went rigid and his hindlegs were reflexively sticking out as far as they could go. The feeling making his hardened colthood throb and his wings pulse with similar intensity, uselessly trying to flap. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see those vines inside his sister picking up more speed as the girthy lengths squished inside her; he knew the tendril would be matching those thrusts into his own backside the longer this went on.
A few of the idle vines were still touching down there, like it was figuring out what he had, lifting his berries up and poking right into the squishy sack like they were looking for a door that just wasn’t there.
Why this creature was doing this, he didn’t know. This was the weirdest surprise that he would have never even imagined, but the two girls under him sounded almost delighted, like they were enjoying one of his parents’ secret recipes. He could feel Pumpkin’s legs snap out every so often when her moans were getting louder. As much as he would never admit it, their moans and the feeling of something wiggling into him was awakening something new from deep inside.
His hips rocked back and forth, sliding the loosely held vine along his member. The subtle stroke around the base encouraged him to move as much as he could in this awkward position.
“Mmmpph~!!” the vine had Pumpkin squealing out. The thick lengths were starting to get too much as they slid into her over and over again. The cream was covering her lips and her rump felt completely soaked, dripping in a mix of creamy batter and her own juices leaking out.
She knew Pinkie was in a similar state. The mare had looked extremely wet when she last saw several minutes ago. Every so often Pumpkin relaxed her leg and it dipped down between those pink thighs, brushing up against the slippery vine and just barely touching against her hot marehood. Pumpkin tried to keep her legs back, but with each thrust it seemed like they were moving in all sorts of directions with a mind of their own.
The vines had released her limbs, but with being squished like this, there was nowhere to run even if she wanted to, trapped between her brother and Pinkie, wrapped up like some erotic present. She could feel Pound’s wings pressing up against her back, throbbing against her dock and twitching every time the colt moaned. She faintly wondered if he was feeling the same kinds of sensations, the ones building up in her core, tightening up more and more, threatening to explode if this went on any longer.
Her fillyhood was squeezing tightly, but not enough to slow this creature down at all. It only caused that flood of sensation to heighten the tighter she held on. She kicked her legs out meekly into the air as it was all becoming too much.
A moan caught in her throat and an errant piece of goo slid down the wrong spot, sending her into a coughing fit around the appendage. The cream only built up more and more till one cough sent a warm flood of the vine’s sticky goo dribbling out her nose. She desperately tried sucking the liquid down, but the vine seemed to help with that as it slid further into her mouth, dripping that hot cream directly into her throat and taking some of the excess down with it.
Her eyes opened slightly, getting a small glimpse of the tress and how absolutely entranced Pinkie was in all this. Pumpkin squeezed her eyes tight as that feeling in her loins reached its breaking point, and the vines suddenly burst with speed.
She was the quietest she had ever been through this whole thing as she held her breath and scrunched her muzzle. Her core tightened and her walls squeezed like a vice against the tendrils, actually slowing them down this time ever so slightly but making everything that much more sensitive at the same time. Her whole body froze as a wonderful flood shot out along her body, sending her hooves into a spasming frenzy as she screamed out on the muffling vine.
The tightening in her body released for just a moment as a pulse of wetness shot out, covering her thighs and running down her crotch. Her entire tunnel kept squeezing and releasing, sending more of her hot liquid spurting out in smaller bursts each time.
She peeked her eyes open for just a moment as everything came crashing back down and her limbs relaxed. She tried breathing as best as she could in long, drawn breaths around the vine. Their burst of speed seemed to slow down, back to that constant, rhythmic thrusting. She had just exploded, but she could already feel that sensation growing in her tummy again.
Pound’s buns tried squeezing tight as the girthy vine spread him wide, sinking more of its wiggling length into him before partially pulling out. Laying like this and strapped down to his sister’s back, it was so awkward to move, but he still managed to hump at the vine wrapped around his colthood.
Something must have happened to Pumpkin when she was yelling out like that and going crazy underneath him. He could hear her moans building up again once more and his own grunts were starting to match. He squirmed around as much as he could, but it did little to stop the tendril from speeding up.
Warmth was filling his insides and dripping down onto his dock while that sweet tasting cream poured from his mouth; he could only swallow so much. His member throbbed and felt like it was going to burst. The reflexive humping barely helped, but the vine started to feel around a bit more, caressing his entire length.
As if the creature was practically reading his mind or if it was just figuring out a toy for the first time, it gently stroked along his length and sent a wild shiver down his spine. Coaxed on by the sudden, delighted moan, the tendril wrapped around his member once more, tightening as it moved up and down.
It felt like it was exactly what he needed, but it was going to make his colthood blast off into orbit at any moment as his loins tightened. The girls underneath sounded like they were in a similar spot as the vines moved faster all around. Pumpkin went rigid again as she screamed out once more. For some strange reason it was still music to his ears and it just enhanced everything.
The vine wrapped around his member smacked lewdly against the base, like it was trying to beat something right from him. It sent a rush of sensation every time it hit his ring as they slid past. He tried gulping down the thick cream in his mouth, but it was too much to even concentrate on.
Warmth filled down below in thick spurts as it dived deep into him. His eyes opened wide as it all hit the top of the peak. His colt parts tightened and member flared out like a parasol, getting as big and as strong as he had ever seen it until his own cream started shooting out onto the grassy floor below. (2037836)
He could hear Pumpkin squeal again and out of the corner of his eye, cream came shooting out from her. The rush continued to flow through him as another rope came shooting out in a different direction. He stared straight up into the canopy as his other hoof pawed absentmindedly at the air and he humped wildly as the vine kept up the pounding on his colthood till it started to limply droop down.
The vines had slowed to a crawl, but that wiggling in his rear had him back to full mast in no time. Gently it still stroked him for a few moments more before it all stopped. He whimpered out as it let go of his colthood and slipped away.
Pumpkin hung there and tried panting out as much as she could with the vine in her mouth. Her food tummy felt full and her bottom tummy felt even fuller, like something had just ballooned out as it shot all that warmth into her. Her fillyhood tried to grip every so often, but she felt pretty exhausted after exploding a few times.
With how deep the vine went in her tailhole, that goo was stuffed inside and the tight seal didn’t let a single drop escape. However, a mix of her own filly juices and cream were dripping out from her folds, soaking everything down below. She hoped Pinkie didn’t mind, but by the way the mare looked completely spaced out right now she thought that the mare probably didn’t even register it. The tendrils still moved ever so slightly and still sent her belly quivering.
She was only able to rest and collect her thoughts for a few moments before they had started grabbing at her limbs again. The three separated as they flipped around into the air like puppeted, circus performers. It was disorientating enough that she barely felt the vine retreat completely from her fillyhood. Though, her one tunnel was grateful to finally feel relaxed when she finally noticed.
Pumpkin, even with all the sudden tumbling, she still ended up in the same spot sandwiched between the two. Only this time, Pinkie was plopped onto her back and didn’t waste any time licking her ear now that she had a free mouth, sending a shiver down the filly’s spine. Pound was positioned below and was looking right at her.
The moment their eyes met she tried gulping and her cheeks flushed red. She was reminded just how much she was leaking back there, that river of goo and juice dripping right on him. She wanted to kind of apologize for that, but there was no way she could do more than a few mumbles.
Her eyes grew a bit wider, realizing what she was laying on as well. Pumpkin’s legs straddled his barrel, and something hard was pressed up against her belly, centered right between her teats. She could feel it throb really hard, almost like it was angry at something, but with the surprised look Pound had on his face, it seemed they both noticed it.
Pound couldn’t wiggle one bit else his colthood would start grinding up against his sister. Though, that warm wetness dripping down onto him felt so nice, so inviting, yet still he didn’t move.
The vines were slowly sliding inside him, but the one in his throat retreated and slipped from his mouth, finally letting him breathe without any obstructions. He gave a sheepish smile to her before seeing another of the tendrils eagerly waiting to replace the first.
It was already soaked in a thick mix of its goo and something else entirely. He was about to snap his mouth shut and stop it, but he could smell a nice, heavy, pumpkin spice scent coming off of it: his sister’s scent. He gulped hesitantly, glancing between her and the vine, wondering what she would think of him enjoying this seductive treat.
Taking that option, he opened his mouth. As the tip entered, he could feel the warmth and taste of that flavorful liquid covering its length. He let out a deep moan of delight as he suckled on it; he knew exactly where this had been. It almost had him in a trance till he noticed Pumpkin staring at him in surprise and her face flushed a deep crimson; oh she knew too.
Pumpkin could feel her tummy jump at the sight. Was that the vine that had been inside her? It was covered in various liquids and she could smell every bit of it since they were practically touching chins. There was no other explanation since this smelt so powerful and so similar to her… and he looked like he was enjoying it so much.
She would have never spoken it, but a noticeable thought lingered: how did she taste? Did he like her? Pumpkin squeaked in surprise as his hips started to rock and a low moan came from him. She could feel that hardened rod sliding along her belly, covered in lubricating juices and rubbing right between her teats. The more that she focused on it the more her belly fluttered until she felt something wink right out from her fillyhood.
“Mmmph!” she squeaked out suddenly at the sensation. It didn’t take long for more tingles to start flooding in as the vines concentrated behind them. She could feel them gently grabbing the two lips of her flower, spreading them wide as they reached underneath her belly. She felt Pound’s hardened tip get pulled back and centered right on her fillyhood.
The two foals’ eyes went wide as they stared at each other and squealed out as the creature pressed them together. His length slid into her buttery passage in moments and her walls quickly tightened around their new guest.
The vines inside them moved their hips together and apart slowly until Pound was doing it on his own accord.
It wasn’t as thick, but this felt so much more than those vines; more real, more feral, more intimate in every way. Did she want this? She didn’t know for sure, but her hips gently rocked back into him, matching with his slow thrusts.
Her hooves curled around his body, and he did the same until they were a mess of hooves hugging on tight. The vines gave her a lot more freedom to move her hips and she took full advantage of it, pressing in deeper and helping angle him to touch a really nice spot inside her. She moaned out heartily as the tendrils started to slide down her throat and inside her rear again, adding to this experience in ways she couldn’t even describe.
Her head fell down, cuddling into Pound’s cheek as she laid on him, panting hard as everything started up again. Her fillyhood was tired, but the idea of Pound inside her at this moment, trying to get each other to that amazing finish gave her new strength to try for just one more.
She squished down as he pushed up, sending out loud, wet slaps every time they met. The mare above softly giggled into Pumpkin’s ear as she gently continued to nibble, almost sounding like she was enjoying the show from above.
Pumpkin could only hold the rhythm on for so long as the tingles sent her into a flurry of twitches, her hooves hugging in tight before losing grip and trying to flail out. The colt just gripped on tighter and started pounding away as fast as he could. It felt awkward and messy, but he was building up that now familiar feeling inside her that threatened to explode.
She squealed out in delight as Pound went just a bit further before slamming in deep. His tip started to expand quickly and she could feel every part of it as it spread her walls open. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt a new burst of hot, sticky goo blasting her insides. The mere sensation set that trigger off. Her tunnels gripped on tight, squeezing and massaging the intruder, trying to milk all the cream he had to give.
Most of her body went rigid, but her hips sprung to action and ground down on him as a flood of her own juices came spraying out, soaking the colt’s legs and tail.
The two panted hard as they hugged on tight. The vines had slowed down and finally pulled out from them completely; it was almost a new sensation entirely for her butt to feel so empty. She cuddled against her brother and could feel his heart rapidly beating against her chest while the same beating came from him inside her.
The two looked at each other, sharing a weak but satisfied smile that turned into a slow chuckle.
The vines moved them and they started getting closer to the ground. Pinkie was put onto her hooves first and only looked more energized than ever, like this had completely revitalized her in ways that Pumpkin didn’t know.
The twins were just draped across the mare’s back. Pumpkin didn’t even think she could stand right now, much less walk back to Ponyville. She was exhausted with her eyes threatening to close; Pound looked about the same. The warmth inside her was oddly comforting, letting her revel in this afterglow she felt.
The two shared a small smile as Pinkie started to walk back to town. The vines had disappeared into the trees as quickly as they had arrived and after everything that was said and done, this felt like a nice surprise.
Author's Note
This was a pretty fun story to write, I hope this was fun for you to read as well, especially if you’re a plant. This is a story about accidents happening due to miscommunication, but with enough effort, everything came together in the end.
If you would like to have great communication and not end up in sticky situations like this (or to end up in these situations, your call), you can join us at Rocket.Foal.Party and if you liked reading this, please let me know in the comments!
This was an idea that I got and wanted to write about for one of Dtcx97’s drawing (2037836). I got so wrapped up in it that I decided to write a sequel for another image too! (1535765)
Enjoy!
