Thorny

Water dazzled and bounced against flower after flower while Roseluck performed her daily tasks. Her vibrant and varying flora plants glistened with every drop. The greenhouse was brightly luminous with crimson rays of light coming through the stained glass. While she made a beeline from petal to colorful petal, she happily hummed a pleasant tune. Birds could be heard chirping outside of her greenhouse. A butterfly had also somehow gotten inside, and fluttered next to the red streak of hair whose owner at the time didn't have a care in the world.

"Mmh?" Roseluck made a sound of slight annoyance as she placed down her tools. "How'd you get in here?" She merrily asked this while opening a nearby window and offered her guest a way out with a gesture of her hoof. After closing the window back up and relocking it, the pony then walked back to one of the counters, and sat down with her many, many rows of flowers.

This was where Roseluck loved to be the most throughout her days. Everything here was just the way she loved it. For a long while, she'd stay in that position, looking at all of the wonderful and lively roses that she tended for since the time that they were seeds. She blinked hazily, and then said to herself, "Break's over... I just remembered; I also need to- Ack! Ow!"

She tsked at her wounded hoof, and then looked back up at the thorns that protruded, and that had managed to harm her. In all of her years as a horticulturist specializing in roses, she had actually never gotten hurt. "Well, this is a first... I'd better hurry to the... bath... room...?" She made a motion to head towards the door but was overwhelmed by how heavy her whole being had suddenly become. "What the? What's... happening?"

Her body felt indifferent, hot, and moist. Flashes of various lights danced before her very eyes, and she felt hypnotized by the sudden feeling that overpowered and washed over her. "What... is this?" She asked, "Why do I feel... so tense, and uncontrollable? I don't... know if I can..."

She huffed, and looked around for the door, but she had somehow become lost amongst the groves and groves of flowers and plants. Her fresh memories of how she had even gotten into this situation quickly became a blur, and while her hooves slowly caressed herself, she asked, "Am I... feeling h-horny? But, why now? H-how?"

She looked up at the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, and asked again, "Why... am I?"

Her question fell short of completion, and she began to moan. "Oh... N-no, ah... I... I need to..." She swallowed, and while slapping her lips hungrily, she said, "I'll have to... do something... or else, I think I might..." A hoof at last reached all the way down and nestled itself against her shimmering twat. "I think... I might go mad if I don't do s-something...!"

She flopped over while allowing the sweat to fall freely from her heated body, and she presented her bare flank upwards, and removed the hoof only to cover her perverted pussy back up once more, only allowing air to reach that delicate part of herself for a moment's time before shielding it yet again. "Y-yesh... I think... i-if I keep doing it like this, I might be able to... Oh, I wanna cum... I need to cum now all of the sudden, and so badly, too! What's wrong with me? Oh, sweet Celestia, please!"

She rubbed her lips vigorously, and made a few circling movements, but the more she tried the more difficult it somehow became. "Why? I was feeling so close just a moment earlier."

She looked at herself down there and was amazed at just how thoroughly turned on she had gotten from that plant, and then she realized something. "The plant... Wait... How did a plant like that... Of all things, why did a rose do this to me? It... must've been a rare breed... B-breed... me..."

She kept on masturbating ferociously, and desperately in vain hopes that the feeling between her legs would just go away. It wouldn't dissipate, though, no matter how much she rubbed, and prodded at herself. "Mmh, c'mon..."

At one point, she tried using both of her hooves, but they kept getting in each other's way, so she resorted to just using the right hoof instead. It still wasn't making much of a difference. Her libido wasn't going down in the slightest.

"I wish... a steed was here. I need somepony... As embarrassing as it is, they'd be my hero. Really, anyone would do right about now." She twitched briefly. "Ohhh, Big Mac," her sweet voice carried. "Shining Armor... M-maybe even T-Thorax... I bet he'd probably just love to harvest this flower's all too potent nectar. I wonder if... Mmmh, I've never had these sorts of thoughts before! But... this is kind of nice, though." She shivered while on the floor, and commented, "Seems like I haven't been this turned on in a long time... Now, if only... I could..."

Her ferocity had nearly all but vanished, and by then, she was just casually stroking her lips up and down teasingly. She still lacked the strength to even get herself up on all four hooves, and her thoughts were clouded, and far too lofty for her to think coherently, so she just stayed there for what seemed like hours in a constant state of meditative masturbation.

"It's not like I'd be able to explain m-myself, or why I'm down here on the floor... doing what I'm doing... By then, I'd probably just beg for it..."

The red light waved in front of her lustful eyes, and she panted with exasperation. "Just... a little bit longer, and then... I'll..."

She raised her tail up more, and again, played more thoroughly with herself, making sure to reach her most favorite of perverted spots. Pleasure soon coursed through her, and the whole time, she just kept groaning and moaning again and again with a deep need for pure relief. "Y-yes... Yes! Hah, I... think I've almost got it... Almost... there...!"

Her hoof twisted itself around and around her well drenched, soaking hole. She trailed in and out with the tip until something finally let loose deep within her very core. "Ahh... Ahh..." At last, it happened, and she gave a quick spasm thanks to the sheer erotic ecstasy. "Mnh! Oh..." Her eyes floated up into the back of her skull while she lost herself, and she came all over the floor. "It... It's alright, it... couldn't be helped."

She flopped back down onto the sweaty and sticky ground, and just kept on panting while her vision blurred. All the while, her thoughts kept trailing back to the rose that had done this to her in the first place. "But, then again... it's just a plant..." She smiled devilishly. "Right?"

Once she had gotten enough of her strength back, she got up, and rested her upper frame on top of the table to closely observe those questionable thorns. "Hmm..."

She was lost in thought, but then, she asked quietly, "I mean... what if I..." Her hoof rose and loomed closely in front of the spike. "I think I might actually enjoy doing this again... Just one more time? Wh-what could go wrong?"