Author's Note
Velvet Blanket's collar is black with purple (objectification) and orange (rough play) bands and silver studs (implied consent).
Hanging Ivy is her dom.
Poison Ivy
The silver-haired navy blue earth pony mare looked around the trees, listening, waiting for any movement. There was not a single gust of wind. The entire blackened forest was completely still; not even a single gust of wind stirred the branches. Above stood an equally black, star-filled sky. It would have been a beautiful sight, were it not for the mare's predicament. She was not sure where she would be attacked from, nor when. The longer she went without so much as a hint of activity, the more anxious she became. She quietly and carefully began a slow canter, dodging any fallen leaves and twigs. Though her breathing was rapid, she made sure it was quiet, so as to not attract attention.
Meanwhile, a mahogany-haired green predator stalked the forest, her horn ablaze with a dark green aura. She had on a sadistic, knowing grin, as if she did not need to do any strenuous hunting; this was because she did not need to. She had eyes throughout the entire leaf-covered area. Her friends were doing the looking for her. She moved slowly in the direction of the earth pony, letting her prey think she was getting farther away and losing her hunter.
The earth pony kept moving, anxious as a result of the stillness and silence of the area. She yelped when she heard a small snapping noise, indicating she had stepped on a twig. She stayed still, looking around frantically, sweat practically waterfalling down the sides of her head and past her black collar. Hearing nothing, she kept moving in her previous direction, hopefully away from where she thought her predator was.
The silence was broken by a faint whisper to her left.
"I can see you. I'm coming."
The earth pony began to run full speed, not caring how carelessly she was going. She was jumping over toppled logs, running past trees in her way, displaying great agility to overcome obstacles that might slow her down. She knew she had to avoid her fate at all costs.
All the while, she could tell her predator was working her magic; tree roots were growing fast to trip her, branches were falling down to try and do the same, and entire new trees were springing up out of the ground to catch her off guard. This didn't faze the determined (if terrified) earth pony, seeming to know these traps well and planning accordingly.
What she did not account for was a vine springing from a bush and catching a hindleg.
The earth pony plummeted to the soft ground, finally stopped, and tried to wrest her leg free from the capturing vine. She knew her fate was sealed the moment a low, seductive laughter started coming from a large flower bud growing behind her. The flower grew roughly seventeen feet before hunching over and placing a pony from within on the ground.
It was her predator.
"My, my. It seems my friend has caught you by the hoof simply waiting for me," she said, grinning intently.
"Let me go!" cried the earth pony, fruitlessly.
"Hmm... No, I don't think I will. I figure, perhaps, I should give my hardworking friends a reward, as well as myself a show," replied the predator as her horn flared. "After all, I know you'll fully enjoy what I have planned."
Another vine shot out from the ground below, snatching the earth pony's other hoof. Before she could react, two more vines shot out and snared her forelegs, leaving her helpless. The vines then hoisted her in the air, suspending her above the ground. The earth pony tried to pull her hooves free, but her captor's vines were just too strong to break through pulling.
"Don't try to fight it, prey. Just enjoy it," said the predator, noting her prey's dripping marehood.
The current company was joined by a new plant, this one looking like a rhododendron. It approached the earth pony's face from a nearby tree, "looking" at the ensnared mare before spewing a cloud of pink gas. The pony responded with a few coughs, but it was too late. She started getting dizzy as her body went limp, her marehood dripping even more.
Another plant sprung up, this time from the ground. This one looked similar to the flower bud that had released the predator to her current location, only this one's bud was red in color. It responded to the dripping mare nectar with interest, growing upwards before stopping, beginning to prod the mare's own flower between her legs. Her marehood seemed to respond by opening for the flower to come on in, to which it responded by growing in.
The earth pony prey mewled helplessly, mind foggy, the gas from before helping to melt any thoughts of resistance away. She squirmed and moaned, the invading flower thrusting itself deep into her, covering itself with the captive mare's nectar.
She shifted, desperately trying to fight off the aphrodisiacal gas from before, but what little resistance there was was completely eliminated when two more vines grew out of the ground below her, wrapping themselves around her nipples, two more buds, this time white, growing beneath her teats, opening slightly. The poor ensnared pony wriggled, moaning loudly at her teats being messed with, as the vines began to rock back and forth, drawing milk from the mare. Her body was growing warmer with all the sensations going on, sweat dripping down her body. She shivered in delight.
"Ohhh... I... Ohh..." she moaned as the flower bud directly below her thrust itself in and out of her snatch, drawing sweet nectar from her body, all while the two vines around her nipples continued to draw milk, the two liquids on the ground forming a puddle below her. Her tongue hung out as her eyes rolled back. She mewled and gave a loud moan as she came. Only some of this nectar hit the ground, however, as the bud inside her opened, collecting most of the river of mare juices erupting from inside her. It closed back up and resumed its previous thrusting, seeming determined to harvest as much nectar as possible.
The predator, similarly, was also finding herself pleasured. She began rubbing her marehood shortly after the ordeal started with the bud worming its way into her captive prey's snatch. Quickly, her hoof became moist with her own marecum as she moaned, watching this display.
The prey pony continued to moan, unable to form comprehensive speech patterns as she was harvested. The flowers below her teats thirstily collected and absorbed the milk flowing from her sensitive mammaries, all while the flower inside her kept thrusting mercilessly, marecum flowing from her snatch like several rivers.
The wet squelching and the prey's own moans and mewls were accompanied by moaning from her predator. She looked at the predator, mind completely rattled by pleasure and aphrodisiacs. She was barely able to comprehend her predator moaning loudly as she came to this scene, the green pony's marecum quickly absorbing into the ground, possibly due to similar red-budded flowers from below.
The prey shivered, moaning loudly, her teats finally being let go as the last bit of milk left them. She let out a small scream of pleasure as she climaxed once again, a large stream of marecum being harvested by the flower bud inside her snatch. When all was done, she could feel the bud leave her with a wet schlorp! She went limp as pleasure-addled unconsciousness overtook her.
When the prey, Velvet Blanket, woke up, she was in a daze, the last bit of the aphrodisiac leaving her body. As her eyes adjusted, she slowly realized she was no longer in the forest. Her new location was covered with pink tile, and there was water all around her body. She was in a Society washroom, being bathed. Next to her, lathering her mane, was the predator, Hanging Ivy. Her lover, her mistress.
"Rise and shine, my little flower," Ivy cooed, squirting more shampoo onto her hoof to lather Velvet's mane with. "Did you have a good time?"
"Mm-hmm, always, my love," Velvet replied, still groggy from her awakening.
"What did you think of our little session? Was it everything you hoped for?" Ivy queued, washing the soap out of her pet's mane.
Velvet stretched, the rest of her consciousness returning to her. "The aphrodisiac gas was a novel idea. We should do more with this, inside and outside the Hunting Grounds!"
"Oh? More aphrodisiac play? I think I can work with this," said Ivy, now squirting conditioner onto her hoof.
"Yeah! All my friends here told me it was really fun. I can see why now," Velvet replied, letting Ivy do all the washing.
When Hanging Ivy was done, she pulled Velvet out of the wash and began to dry her body first, using a mane dryer to accelerate the process, before drying herself. She pulled out her PipSub, prompting Velvet to do the same.
"Afterrobes ON," they said in unison. Glowing green summoning circles appeared on their chests and dashed up their hooves, the ghostly outlines of robes appearing over their abdomens. With a burst of sparkles, the spell completed, the two ponies' afterrobes appearing over their bodies; the warm, soft, fresh-out-of-the-dryer feeling eliciting giggles from the two mares.
"Why don't we head to a safe room and cuddle up by the fireplace?" suggested Ivy, holding her pet's hoof.
"I'd love that. Not as much as I love you, though," cooed Velvet, giving her mistress a kiss on the lips.
