Frisky Flora

by Shakespearicles

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Big Macintosh, Sex, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4581

Applejack accompanies Big Macintosh for his first time in the Everfree Forest. They encounter Plunder Vines. You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going.

Big Macintosh has never been in the Everfree Forest before. Applejack intends to change that and accompanies him to deliver some Zap Apple jam to Zecora. They get lost and encounter Plunder Vines.

You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going.

Let me be abundantly clear: The Dark & Non-Con tags are well-earned in this story. Proceed accordingly.

Tags: [ bondage, tentacle rape, squirting, butt stuff, cervical penetration, incestuish artificial insemination ]

Now with an Audio Reading by The Mystery Fluttershy Fan!

Published 2019-12-14 16:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-14 16:40:02 UTC

Herd It Through The gRapevine

Author's Note

Instructions for reading: Do not.

Herd It Through The gRapevine

"I don't know what Fluttershy was so worried about," Applejack said as she walked along the forest path beside her older brother, Big Macintosh. "I mean, I get that the mare worries about everything. But still, we've been in the Everfree Forest plenty of times and we've always managed." Applejack looked over at the red stallion walking next to her. "Of course by 'we', I mean us girls." Big Mac just rolled his eyes. "I gotta say Mac, I was a bit thrown when I found out that you had never been in the Everfree Forest before in all these years," she said.

"Yeah, well... there ain't nothin' in here for me," Mac said. "Nothing but Timber Wolves, Manticores, and pony-knows-what else."

"And Zecora," Applejack added.

"I ain't interested in Miss Zecora, neither," he said.

"Why? Because she's a zebra?" she teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

"I mean because I'm married!"

"And thank goodness for that!" Applejack said, turning serious again. "I sure was getting tired of all those rumors about us. Just because we're rural earth ponies does not mean we rut our kin!"

"Disgusting!" Big Mac agreed with a sneer. He was likewise sick of the incestuous stereotype. In the past, he couldn't go out anywhere with his sister without ponies snickering about them being 'on a date'. They very idea of them commingling turned their stomachs.

But now that he was married off, the only rumor left was Applejack 'tasting the rainbow'. She smirked. It was harder to be mad at a rumor that was true.

"Anyways, what I meant about Zecora... I wasn't saying ya gotta rut her! Sheesh!" Applejack said. "I'm just saying, she's a mare, living all on her own in the middle of the dangerous forest. No wings or magic to help her and she gets on just fine. And if I were a stallion in your horseshoes, I'd feel a might insecure about having never ever been in the forest at all."

"Except for when the forest came to us," Big Mac said, recalling when the Tree of Harmony had been overtaken by Discord's seeds and the Everfree Forest started to invade their town of Ponyville. And again after the Tree of Harmony was destroyed by King Sombra.

The Pillars of Equestria had since put warding enchantments in place to keep the forest contained. But 'contained' did not mean 'tamed' by any means. And as Fluttershy was always keen to warn ponies, 'When you're in the forest, you're in the food chain. And you are not at the top.'

Big Mac's head constantly moved around, scanning the area around them. He jumped with a start when a twig snapped in the underbrush.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Applejack asked. "I've seen you drag an entire house with a rope! There's nothing out here for you to be scared of."

"I'm not scared," Big Mac defended. "I'm alert."

"Yeah, yeah," Applejack teased. "We managed to get that Zap Apple jam delivered to Zecora just fine. We'll be home before you know... it..." Applejack stopped walking and looked around them. She didn't recognize any of their surroundings. "Where... are we?" she asked.

"Why are you asking me!? I was following you!" he said.

"I was- I- you were distracting me!" she said.

"Don't blame this on me!" he said.

"Okay. Look, if we can just retrace our steps, we can find our way out," she said, heading back the way they came. Applejack grew increasingly nervous. The path felt like it was growing more narrow with each passing minute of uncertainty. They came to a fork in the trail. She peered down each way to see if she recognized anything but it was getting harder to see much at all in the fading daylight. She checked the ground.

"What are you doing?" Mac asked.

"Looking for tracks, to see which way we came," she explained, looking over the dirt ground.

"... And?" he asked. Applejack tried to discern a difference. But she was a farmer, not a ranger, and even though she knew what to do, she lacked the skill or experience to do it.

"Nothing. Both ways look the same," she said. "We could split up and each go a different route."

"And that was how they all died," Big Mac muttered.

"No, you're right. We should stick together."

Two paths diverged in the Everfree. Two lost travelers, long they stood. They looked down one as far as they could. To where it it went too dark to see. Then they took the other, as just as dark. Giving them, perhaps, a better chance. Because it was a coin-toss lark. Giving the ground a passing glance. Two trails split in the woods, and they... they took the much less traveled way. And that led them to poor circumstance.

In a flash, something slithered out from the underbrush into the path and grabbed Applejack's leg.

"Gah! A snake!" Applejack yelped, kicking her hoof free of its grasp. She jumped and stumbled backwards to the other side of the path where another one grabbed her other leg, making her shriek. Big Mac rushed over to help her but tripped over a root. The root moved and wrapped around his hoof as well, holding him in place. His hooves gained purchase on the ground and he got himself loose, stumbling into a vine hanging down from the canopy. The vine wrapped around his midsection and lifted him into the air, leaving him without any leverage to pull himself free.

Applejack had likewise been ensnared as yet more vines slithered down from the trees and up out of the undergrowth. Each vine grabbed a separate limb, not so hard as to hurt, but firm enough to keep the two ponies from being able to move. Even so, Applejack struggled in vain. A pair vines had flower bulbs on the end of them and they moved in front of their faces. The bulbs bloomed open into large flowers with a thick puff of pollen. In their panicked huffing, they couldn't avoid inhaling the clouds.

The mild neurotoxin acted like a paralytic, sapping the strength in the muscles of their extremities, but without leaving thier senses or wits numb. After a moment, they hung limp as rag dolls in the vines' grasp. Applejack strained to turn her head, but he was behind her, outside of her range of vision.

"Mac... I can't move!" Applejack whimpered. "Can you?"

"Ngh- nope," he said, sounding just as tired as she felt. He watched in helpless terror as new, slender vines slithered down along the heavy ones holding Applejack aloft. One wrapped around her tail and lifted it aside.

"Excuse me!?" Applejack growled.

She was on full display to her brother, being directly in front of him. It wasn't like he had never seen it before, as they generally didn't wear clothes, and tails only covered things so well. It was just polite culture to not look. He winced, as he couldn't really turn his head away, and he was too frightened to close his eyes for fear of what might happen to him unawares. Another vine slithered under her tail and began prodding at her nethers.

"What in tarnation!?" she yelled, helpless to do anything about it. The tip of the vine rubbed back and forth against the outside of her marehood. It was entirely the wrong season for her vagina to be entertaining company, as was evidenced by the dry reception the vine was getting.

A faint glow of azure bioluminescence began to flow up along the vine until a bead of fluid dribbled from the tip of the vine. It moved up and started to rub against Applejack's puckered anus, smearing it with the fluid as a lubricant until it was able to start pushing the tip inside of her.

Applejack yelped and whimpered at the violation as more of the vine now easily slipped into her. The vine pushed several inches of itself into her. It was mercifully slim, but it was still very uncomfortable for her to have something going through there the wrong way.

It stopped moving and she felt more of the liquid being pumped inside of her, flowing up through her bowels. It wasn't the volume of it that she felt. It was maybe only a few pints. Rather, after a minute or so, she started to feel a warmth radiating from it, like when she drank whisky on an empty stomach. But unlike whisky, it wasn't an unpleasant burn. It was more of a generalized heat in her lower abdomen.

If fact, that was exactly what it was starting to feel like. Heat. Like being in estrus. And being in heat, the warmth went from feeling pleasant, to quite the contrary. Along with that came the uncomfortable itch that she recognized, and not long after that, the embarrassing wetness.

The tendril in her ass stayed in place, keeping anything from leaking out. Another narrow vine moved down past it to molest her pussy again, this time finding it slick with fresh wetness. It moved back and forth against her, parting her lips, and then moving up along her pussy until it found her vagina. It slipped inside her with eager ease and she let out another whimper that bordered on a moan. It fed more length inside of her until it reached the back of her vagina.

Applejack grunted in sharp pain as it briefly prodded at her cervix. It left it be, and instead wriggled and twisted about inside her vagina as much as it could.

Big Mac burned with anger as his sister was violated right in front of him. He was angry at the vines, and the forest, but mostly he was angry at himself, hanging there, powerless to help his poor sister when she needed him most. A singular question rang out in his mind. 'Why? Why was this happening to her!?'

Big Mac felt a vine slither up along his leg to his belly. As though sensing that he was feeling left out, it started to prod at his sheath, coaxing his penis to come out, but to no avail. Contrary to the stereotype that stallions get hard at the drop of a hat, abject terror had a way of keeping one's stallionhood in check.

The vines supporting their bodies began to shift and move, lifting Applejack upwards over Big Mac, and her torso was held upright. Big Mac was turned over, as though he were laying on his back. Applejack looked down along her body. She was positioned directly above her brother, mere inches away from practically sitting on his face. The vine fucking her caused droplets of her wetness to fall on him. He moved his head to the side to try to avoid it, but he still felt the sprinkles on his cheek.

A pair of vines wrapped around Big Mac's head, across his muzzle like a doctor's mask. One was thick and tough. The other was more slender and pliable. The heavy one laid across his mouth, like a gag. The other laid across his nose and pulled itself flat, covering his nostrils. Big Mac panicked and opened his mouth to he able to breath, and the heavy vine snapped tighter into his mouth, between his teeth like a bridle bit. The small vine that was covering his nostrils slithered away.

Big Mac bit down on the vine between his teeth, but it was nearly as tough as wood. It only served to make his jaw ache. The heavy vine had little difficulty manipulating the stallion's head, forcing him to face upwards at his sister, letting her droplets fall into his open mouth.

The vine in Applejack's pussy made a point to rub itself against her clitoris, making it wink as it continued to fuck her. Inside, the tip of it curled upwards and rubbed hard against her g-spot. She felt a familiar pressure starting to build up inside her. A knot in her tummy pulling tighter and tighter. She saw her brother under her, with his mouth pried open. She clenched her eyes and her face grimaced and contorted in strain to try to keep it from happening. But the more she resisted, the harder the vine fucked her and rubbed against her g-spot. Another vine wrapped around her and pressed against the soft bump above her vulva. The pressure was too much. She couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Mac I- I'm gonna- I'm sorry!" she cried. Her clit winked again and the vine pulled out of her pussy at the last second and the one holding Mac mashed his face against her vulva. As soon at it did, a jet of marecum spurted forcefully from her pussy straight into Mac's wide open mouth. He had only ever heard of mares that can squirt. Applejack was a champion at it. His every sense was overpowered with her arousal. The sight and sounds of it. The smell and now-unavoidable taste of it. He clenched his eyes.

The second gush wasn't as forceful, but it was certainly more voluminous. The vine in her ass wiggled and the one on her belly pressed harder, making her squirt again and again. Applejack let out a throaty moan with each burst of marecum until her pussy just pulsed weakly, with simply nothing left to give.

Applejack only ever squirted by her own hoof. It was always a messy surprise for her. Despite being the best orgasms she'd had, it had always been something that she was ashamed of, and could never do with another pony, no matter how much her marefriend would beg her. But this vine knew exactly how to force her to squirt, hard, and for the absolute last pony she ever wanted to know about it. With shameful eyes, she looked down at the poor stallion under her.

Big Mac's mouth was filled to the brim with her marecum. The vine in his mouth kept him from turning his head to the side or spiting it out. He just looked up at her, breathing hard through his nose. The smaller vine returned and covered his nostrils again. His eyes went wide in a panic. He couldn't breathe. He was about to suffocate. Or drown. Unless-

He clenched his eyes and he summoned all his will to survive. He swallowed. He swallowed all of it. As soon as his mouth was empty, he took a deep breath. Just as soon as he did the vine in his mouth released it's hold.

"I'm sorry!" Applejack cried again. "I tried so hard not to!"

"I know," he said with sympathetic eyes. "Not your fault. I- *urp*" Mac turned his head to the side suddenly and retched hard. After a couple moments of vomiting and coughing, he looked back up at her, with shame of his own. "Uh... no offense."

"None taken."

The vines shifted and moved them again, righting both of the ponies. The vine in Applejack's ass finally pulled out once all of the elixir had been absorbed into her bloodstream. A potent cocktail of endorphins and hormones flooded her body, leaving her in the throes of the worst heat of her life.

The vines rolled Applejack on her back this time and spread her legs a bit. Then they lifted Big Mac over her, between her legs. They lined up their hips in a way that was plainly obvious. It was Applejack's turn to panic as she looked down between them. But even after everything, with the willpower of a stalwart paladin, Big Mac's sheath was all there was.

A small vine moved up between them and started to tease at his sheath again, rubbing against the outside of it. He winced and chewed his lip, trying with all his might to not get hard. But it was all he could smell, all he could taste: a mare in heat. The tip of his penis just barely started to poke out of his sheath.

As soon as it did, the vines mashed their bodies together, pressing his still-relatively-soft tip against her pussy. The vines wrapped around them both, binding them together and held them there. But even with the wet heat pressed against his groin, without further simulation, Mac didn't get any harder. Applejack let out a sigh of relief.

Her relief was short lived as she looked over his shoulder. Several small vines draped down from the trees and moved under his tail. One of them grabbed his tail just as one had done to her. Another grazed against his scrotum. It was the lightest touch. But the mere idea of being immobilized as an Everfree tentacle monster even touched his vulnerable testicles made him shriek like a little filly.

"Mac! Are you okay?" she asked. He shook his head and whimpered like a scared puppy as a vine prodded against his anus. Big Mac had made it clear with Sugar Belle very early on that he was not a fan of butt play at all. It mattered little now, as play was now upon his butt. He felt the smooth, slick tip slowly push inside his ass, and then felt several inches of vine slithering into his rectum.

Much to the heartbreak of many stallions, Big Macintosh was as straight as an arrow. Even so, there were some autonomic responses that were simple facts of natural biology. A few more inches of vine pushed into him and started to massage his prostate. No amount of willpower in Equestria could keep him from getting harder.

Applejack felt him getting more turgid, and his tip pressed harder against her pussy.

"Mac! No! Stop!" she yelled.

"I c-can't!" he stuttered. Applejack tried to squirm away but it only served to exacerbate things, spreading her pussy lips against his dick, getting his tip wetter and more stimulated. "AJ!"

The vines that were wrapped around them squeezed them together a little harder, forcing his broad tip to pop inside her at last.

"No no no! Get it out! Take it out!" she cried. She was surely yelling at the vines that were manipulating the two of them. Surely she must have been. But in that moment, Mac felt like she was yelling at him. He felt awful. But with no physical resistance left, and the vine playing finger puppets in his ass with his prostate, there was nothing he could do to stop it as his dick grew to full size deep inside his little sister.

The rustling of vegetation went quiet as all the vines stopped moving for a minute. The only sound was Applejack's quiet whimpers. If all the vines were going to do was hold them together like this, he could at least keep from cumming. He could at least do that.

Applejack saw the same azure glow flowing down along the vine from the tree to under his tail. Big Mac felt the same warm fluid being pumped into him. But after a couple minutes, rather than a diffuse warmth radiating through his body, he felt a tingling moving through his groin. Particularly to his scrotum. His testosterone started to kick into overdrive as his balls began to swell and churn with cum. It didn't hurt, but it felt far from good. It was like the time he has tried to not clop for a whole month, but much worse. It was like he was a thirteen year old colt with a steel boner ready to fuck a hole through a concrete wall. He needed to cum.

The tendril in his ass started to massage his prostate again, making it swell with semen. Other vines began to gently hold and rub his balls, smearing them with more arousal elixir and coaxing them to release their hyper-fertile sperm. Applejack watched her brother on top of her. His face was contorted in pain, anger, and concentration to keep himself from cumming. His teeth were stained crimson from biting his lip. His breath was held hard. Any grunt or moan that would have come out was caught in his throat like muted consonants. But just like as with Applejack, the harder he resisted, the harder the vines worked to make him cum.

"Mac, please! Please don't cum inside me!" Applejack cried. Her cries didn't help to keep him from cumming. It only served to make him feel worse about it. Tears streaked down his cheeks from his clenched eyes. He was about to fail. He was about to cum inside his sister. His sister who was in heat. He was about to get his own sister pregnant!

She felt him flare inside her, his broad tip pressed flush against her cervix, perfectly line up to cum straight into her fertile womb. His balls tightened as he felt himself about to go over the brink, past the point of no return.

"I'M SORRY!" he screamed. At the last instant, the vines pulled them apart. Applejack's relief was almost palpable to have avoided getting cream-pied by her brother, but there was no time to celebrate. Nary a second after he was pulled out of her, a new vine sprang up from below them with a large, bell-shaped blossom that latched over the tip of his dick. It became clear to Applejack what the plant wanted. It was trying to milk a stallion.

"It just wants your cum!" Applejack yelled. "Quick! Cum while you're still outside of me!" Big Mac had no choice in the matter, already too far gone. His eyes rolled back and he screamed as he came harder than he had ever cum before in his entire life. His flare swelled and his cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping torrents of cum into the plant. The vines on his balls gently rubbed and squeezed them as the vine in his ass milked his prostate for every last drop. The translucent bulb swelled and stretched with pints of cum as he pumped load after load into it.

Applejack was mesmerized as she watched. She didn't mean to, but it was an otherworldly spectacle that she simply couldn't look away from. She almost didn't notice the other vine returning to enter her pussy. As strange as it was, it was a wonder what ponies could get used to. She ignored the vine in her pussy in lieu of making sure her brother was okay.

The tight seal of the bulb around the base of his dick slid off slowly, wringing the last drop of sperm from his wilting dick. If the rag doll comparison wasn't apt for him before, it was now. His head hung limp along with the rest of him. He looked like he was barely breathing.

"Mac? Are you okay?" Applejack asked. He nodded weakly.

Applejack turned her attention to the vine in her vagina again, confused as to what it would possibly want now. It seemed to be intent to get as deep inside her as it could, pushing against her cervix. The vine secreted a different liquid inside her. She still felt a persistent pressure inside her, but the pain was gone. The narrow, tapered tip of the vine wedged itself through her narrow, but now-pliable cervix. Inside, the tip blossomed open, firmly anchored.

The bulb full of Mac's cum started to pump it down through a vine. But not the large one holding it up. A small one off to the side. Applejack looked at the white liquid flowing through the vine and followed the other end to see where it led.

"Oh no," Applejack cried. The vine pumping his cum led into her vagina, straight into her womb, completely bypassing the last line of defense against pregnancy. "Oh no no no!" She yelled. The paralytic was starting to wear off and she tried to pull herself free of the vines, but the vines held firm.

"No! Please no!" Her cries fell on deaf leaves. Barely conscious, Big Mac looked over to see the flow of white liquid move up along the vine and into his sister. She felt the first spurts of his seed flooding the inside of her womb. The bulb of cum churned and contracted, pumping its contents into the tube of the vine in earnest, dousing the flames of her estrus. It was of no consolation to the weeping mare as she felt her uterus being pumped full of her brother's semen.

Once the bulb emptied, the blossom inside her cervix closed and pulled partially out. With a final spurt, it secreted a blob of sap that hardened in place, sealing the entrance to her womb as it pulled out.

The vines lowered the two siblings to the ground and slithered away, disappearing into the canopy and the undergrowth. Applejack slumped and rolled onto her side clutching her swollen abdomen. Big Mac summoned the strength to limp over and comfort her.

"Applejack I... I'm sorry. I..." he trailed off. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? He just held her until long after the sun had set.

"Applejack!"

They both turned and saw Fluttershy coming down the path carrying a massive metal backpack and a torch.

"Applejack!" Fluttershy said. "When you went missing, I sent out a search party. Angel told me where you were!" Angel appeared beside her, looking proud for having found them.

"Fluttershy," Mac said, "Applejack- she, we..."

"Shhh," Fluttershy hushed him. "You don't have to say it. I know what happened. You got..." she trailed off, seaching for the least harsh word. "You got attacked by a Husbantree. It mates animals through the Rape Vines."

"Rape Vines?" Applejack asked.

"What would you call them after what just happened to you two?" Fluttershy asked in all seriousness. "I'm sure there's a scientific name for them. If you really want to know, you can go ask Twilight or something. But first, follow Angel here back to my cottage. I have hoof sanitizer and Plan B."

"Hoof sanitizer?" Big Mac asked as he helped his sister to her hooves. "I think we're gonna need more than that."

"Oh, yes, please do avail yourself of my shower. I know there's no water hot enough for... this kind of dirty. But the hoof sanitizer will help dissolve the sap plug," she said, looking knowingly at Applejack's swollen belly. "And as for the Plan B... well, that should be obvious. Just follow the instructions on the box."

"Wait, how do you know about all this?" Applejack asked, leaning on her brother for support.

"Oh. Well when Zephyr Breeze was living with me, and I kicked him out, he went to go try to live in the Everfree Forest. I went looking for him, and on the way back we got lost and..." Fluttershy trailed off and shrugged. It didn't need to be said out loud. She gave the torch to Mac. "Now go on. Angel will show you the way out. I need to make sure this never happens to anypony ever again."

"What are you going to do?" Big Macintosh asked. Fluttershy took the nozzle from the holster on the metal drum strapped to her back. The corners of her lips curled up into a wicked grin as she ignited the pilot light on the massive flamethrower.

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