Author's Note

Welcome back to Harmonic Resonance! You are on notice that this chapter, like the previous one and all the ones to follow is pure drumfire clop. But then again, why else would you be here? Nevertheless, here are your content warnings:

Chapter Contains: Applejack’s sexual ascension. It starts with an intense but initially resisted desire for nudity, then goes on to magically dissolving clothes, mild bondage and plant-based tentacle sex, body and boob growth, oral, vaginal, and anal sex, cervical penetration, plant-caused paizuri and creampies, sex-caused transformation, and an implied same tentacle treatment of AJ’s family as the effects spread throughout the house, causing Apple Bloom to age up and Granny Smith to age down.

Picture credit for an Ascended Applejack seen at the bottom of the chapter goes to Orin331 on deviantart. For purposes of the story, Apple Bloom is 18. Thanks go to Silentwoodfire, Silverblade5 and AJ_Aficionado for prereads, and as reminder, this story is a commission for Guardmaster. Enjoy!

2. Applejack

Waiting outside after they’d hastily settled their tabs, collected their leftovers and left the Big Burger Palace, Applejack had a few tense moments as she awaited her turn to be escorted away by Rainbow Dash or Twilight, who would race or teleport them home.

But no matter how fast their travel methods were, they could only take one other person with them at a time—Rainbow taking Fluttershy while Twilight took Sunset, leaving Applejack and Rarity squirming hard where they stood with flushed cheeks and what AJ found an incomprehensible urge to undress. They clenched their fists to keep from pawing at themselves or tugging at their clothes, which they increasingly wanted to remove in the worst possible way.

At least twice, Applejack had to stop herself from simply using her great strength to rip her top off like a certain superhero she now identified with, wanting badly to bear her swelling breasts and increasingly rigid and tingling teats to the cool evening air regardless of who was around her. Her blouse and bra, which had fit fine before, now felt unbearably constraining, and a glance around her showed it was no better for her friends.

The only one who didn’t seem upset or embarrassed by what was happening was Pinkie Pie, to little surprise, who openly fantasized about marching down main street naked with both of them as they sung a song, walking hand in hand.

“Gah! Will you stop suggesting such awful but terribly tempting things?” Rarity begged as she clamped her hands hard over her ears; a glance at her chest showed her nipples were hard enough to cut her own crystal creations.

“Why not? Don’t fight it, girls—it’s perfectly natural to be nude!” Pinkie Pie then blew out the front of her blouse and bra with explosive confetti right over her breasts—hers were easily the largest of the group—baring their circular masses perfectly while leaving the rest of her top intact, showing off her pink skin paired with fuchsia-hued areolas and almost-indigo nipples.

“Pinkie!” A mortified Rarity shouted as she hastily covered their fun-loving friend with a crystal shield, but in her haste, she forgot to make it opaque, leaving the view of Pinkie’s bouncy boobs slightly distorted but intact. “Are you mad?”

Though Applejack suddenly and quite fervently wished she could remove her clothes magically as well, she hadn’t quite taken full leave of her senses or modesty yet. “Yeah, come on, Sugarcube, you really shouldn’t—” Applejack started to move to block the view of her from the street, only to hear a sharp rending sound as her skirt snagged something that she swore hadn’t been there before. It tore partially backwards over her rear, leaving the denim garment ending up pulled halfway down her left side.

“Huh?” She looked back to see a set of visibly growing vines from the nearby grass reaching for her and slowly fanning out over her body. The tendrils curled around her boots and legs, and worse, slipped beneath her skirt to sprout uncannily sharp briars that seemed to cut right through the fabric and even the panties below, though it didn’t so much as nick her skin as additional tendrils sprouted to curl around the edges of her freshly torn clothing and pull them apart!

They did so with a slow but deliciously loud tearing sound as it penetrated both her skirt and panties to gradually bare the left cheek of her rump, spreading quickly towards her still-hidden cleft. “Holy—” A stunned Applejack didn’t get a chance to react or finish her reply to Pinkie before Rainbow Dash reappeared with a fresh blast of wind. If possible, she looked even more disheveled and desperate than Rarity; her bootlaces loosened and shirt partially pulled up to show off her midriff.

“Okay! Who’s next?” she asked despite her sweaty and rosy cheeks, looking between each of them. In the end, she didn’t wait for an answer before she grabbed Applejack and took off hard, snapping the vine that had been seconds from succeeding in fully exposing her rear.

It was always a slightly surreal experience traveling that way, as time seemed to slow down for both Rainbow and whoever she was moving with.

By Applejack’s reckoning, it took about ten seconds of running to reach their destination; her awareness returned to find herself in her home’s living room as a hurricane rush of wind scattered items and caused the large rug beneath them to bunch up hard against the far wall. Worse, Granny Smith and her rocker were shoved strongly into the wall behind her with the newspaper she was reading flung equally hard in her face; she peeled it off with a wolf-like growl that belied her old age.

“Dagnabbit, girl! What have Ah told you about running through our house?” Granny Smith berated as she got up off her rocker to start picking up the loose items Rainbow’s gale had strewn throughout the room. “Aintcha ever heard of knocking, Rainbow Dash? Or do those fancy-schmancy rocks ya’ll wear around yer neck choke off the blood to yer brain?” she wondered aloud as she bent over with a slightly pained grunt to try to smooth out the carpet again.

“Oh, uh… s-sorry Granny,” an embarrassed Rainbow Dash replied, more flushed and flustered than ever. “I’d, uh, like to help, but I can’t stay! I’ll, uh… later!” She departed without another word and ran off again with another blast of wind but no further damage, leaving Applejack alone.

“Well, now how do ya like that?” Granny Smith asked angrily as she walked to the other end of the rumpled-up carpet to pull it back out. “By mah own ma, I swear that kids these days ain’t got no manners at all! And so what about you, Applejack?” she asked acidly, squinting at her through her lack of glasses, which had been knocked off her head. “Are you gonna help me fix this, or you just gonna stand there and gawk like a cat at a canary?”

“Well, reckon Ah, uh…” she’d been about to help despite the gaping hole over her backside—her Granny couldn’t see much without her glasses, after all, and Applejack could set the carpet to rights in just a couple seconds simply by picking it up and giving it a sharp snap in the air before laying it back down.

But then she noticed two things—first, her geode was glowing, and second, as if in answer to her desire to undress, the clothing immediately around it was not only loosening; the buttons coming undone as if of their own accord…

But her top was actually starting to dissolve!

“Whoa, nellie…” she breathed softly as she recognized what was happening. For a moment, she forgot about everything else as a spreading circular area of her blouse vaporized before her eyes, the edges glowing briefly with the same light as her geode. It looked like a very narrow line of flames slowly expanding outwards from the gem, consuming both her blouse and bra alike. She watched transfixed as the effect reached the top of her breasts and found herself urging it on despite the danger of discovery, wishing it would go faster!

But she couldn’t help it. She still didn’t understand why the idea of nudity was such an incredible turn-on, except that somehow, she needed to be naked so she could—

“So what’s all the racket out here?” a new voice called out from the kitchen, reminding Applejack of where she was; her heart stopped as she realized it belonged to her older brother. He was entering the room through the door behind her—and he didn’t have vision problems! She hurriedly turned to put her back to the wall, trying to hold up her slipping skirt with one hand while covering her glowing geode and the growing hole over her cleavage with the other.

Big Mac entered and immediately saw the rumbled carpet. “Eeyup. Ah take it Rainbow Dash came by again?” he recognized instantly, then he turned his eyes towards Applejack, giving her an odd look at her flushed state..

“Oh, uh—Hey, Big Mac? Could you help Granny get the carpet straight? Ah’d, uh, do it mahself, but Ah really gotta use the bathroom. Bad!” she just managed as she sidled to her left and then backed down the hall, turning to run towards her bedroom as soon as she was out of view around the corner.

She just made it to her door before the spreading area of evaporating clothing got so big her hand couldn’t cover it, and worse—or was it better?—a growing draft beneath her told her the same effect was now happening between her legs, starting at her very sex! She could feel from the draft alone that it was moving both outwards and backwards, quickly baring her glistening, gold-furred lips before then creeping back along her cleft, dissolving her underwear as it went.

“Now just what in all tarnation and Tartarus has gotten into that girl?” Applejack heard Granny Smith grouse as she only barely made it to her room before Apple Bloom’s door opened. She stepped out to see what all the commotion was about.

But to Applejack’s great relief, she was looking the other way towards the living room and not towards her big sister, or else she would have seen her increasingly bare backside as the effect crept steadily up her cleft, cutting right up her rump to evaporate her panties, and when it got high enough, the remains of her skirt itself! “Reckon Ah’m gonna have to have a little chat with her after dinner!”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed as he pulled the carpet out flat again on the floor just as Applejack made it into her room and slammed the door shut behind her.

The noise caused Apple Bloom’s head to turn. “Huh?” was all she could say as she saw a few fading wisps of glowing clothing evaporating into the air from Applejack’s blouse and skirt.

Applejack was shaking as she finally made it inside and slumped down against the door behind her. But even then, the fates seemed to conspire against her as the doorknob lever caught the bottom of her blouse as she pulled away and tore at it, baring the lower half of her back while causing the bottom buttons to break and expose her navel; the buttons themselves somehow dissolving into the air with a brief flare of fire.

“By the Harvest Moon of autumn… is everything trying to undress me now?” she wondered aloud in a shaky voice as she looked down to see the burning effects had slowed but not stopped. “How do I stop this?” she wondered, pulling her phone free of its rear pocket before it would fall out of her evaporating denim, or worse, be evaporated along with it.

She even thought about trying to text her friends, but what was she supposed to say? “Hey, ya’ll, mah geode’s glowing and mah clothes are dissolving right off my body. Well, like Apple Bloom says, YOLO, I reckon!”

She actually managed a weak laugh at the thought. She stumbled to her wooden dresser, propping herself on it by placing her hands down on the wooden surface while looking in the mirror. She stared in mingled wonder and horror at her increasingly disheveled state; she could still see a creeping line of circular flames across her chest centered around her geode. But finally alone and safe with no danger of discovery, she found herself fascinated to watch the effect progress—to feel herself involuntarily undressed by some magical force that wanted to do Goddess-knew-what with her.

But she couldn’t stop it, and worse, she didn’t want to as the gemstone’s glow intensified and the effect accelerated around not only it, but her more intimate areas; a pair of glowing holes in her clothes quickly formed over her crotch and the middle of her cleft—by her Granny’s guns, was that centered on her tailhole?—and burned outward from their origin points, turning her clothes into vapor that simply vanished into the air.

Within less than a minute, the green area of her blouse was nearly gone to reveal the upper curve of her breasts while her skirt was cut at the waistline from the expanding effect above her cleft and crotch, causing her clothes to fall away and the remaining fabric to burn to magical ash almost instantly. Even her boots were affected as the expanding effect reached them; the shoelaces burned away starting at their tips like they were fuses attached to dynamite, while the tough rawhide leather that made up the footwear simply glowed briefly before crumbling into dust from top to bottom.

“But I liked those boots…” she complained weakly, even though she wasn’t sure if she had a stronger urge to cover up or caress herself as she shortly stood completely naked before her mirror, now wearing nothing but her geode; even her hair ribbon had evaporated away to leave her golden locks cascading around her bare shoulders. They perfectly matched the short hairs around her slit, which seemed to swell and open up to the very air around in appreciation of her state.

Rarity and even Pinkie Pie had encouraged her to shave her intimate areas for future boys—“Triton and Chest Candy over at Hollow Shades High love my bare pussy!” the latter had told her at one point, which had been way too much information for her—but at that moment, she was glad she hadn’t.

Her teats also stood stiffly in excitement, tingling more fiercely than she could ever remember, and for the first time, she laid her right hand on her hip and her left on a boob, admiring herself in the mirror.

“Wow. Ah actually look… hot…” she granted slightly breathlessly as she obeyed the strangely compelling impulse to strike a jaunty pose. Her gemstone was still glowing brightly and helping to illuminate her in the slowly fading outside light of early evening; she swore for a moment that it looked like the wood of her dresser was greening up but she decided it was just a trick of the geode’s odd light.

“Okay, so I’m naked… now what?” she suddenly wondered, suppressing an urge to self-pleasure—she’d always been taught by her Granny that decent girls didn’t do that, after all, and though sorely tempted, she still didn’t understand what the purpose of all this was.

“Huh. Okay, maybe I’ll text everybody… reckon they oughta know what happened to me,” she said as much to distract herself from her nudity and the decidedly unclean thoughts running through her head, which she tried once to mentally deny.

Oddly, that caused her gem’s glow to dim as well as a feeling of rebellion from deep within her. She knew instantly and instinctively what it meant—that she wasn’t being honest with herself, which was just as bad as not being honest to others.

Then… I really DO want this? To be naked and…? Her thoughts trailed off as the geode’s intensified glow confirmed her insight as true and the floor beneath her bare feet turned somehow soft and warm. She looked down to see a spreading area of moss and even a few of what looked like bean sprouts around them, which curled around her toes, almost caressing them.

It felt good. It felt right. It even felt strangely… sensual?

“Wh-what?” she pulled her feet away in alarm despite the pleasant sensations—but that wood’s DEAD! It shouldn’t be able to SPROUT! she silently protested--only for the same effect to follow wherever she stepped; somehow, her very presence was causing the wood of her room to green and grow!

“Wow…” she said somewhat breathlessly as she experimentally put her hand down on her desk and watched the wood turn green and vibrant around it; tendrils of plants curling around her fingers and even partly up her palm. She swore she could feel the very life energies surging through it—and slowly absorbing into her through her feet and hands. It was starting to build more within her, somehow attracted to the magic of her gemstone pendant.

In that moment, she realized that she wanted more, and it wanted to give her more—much more! But she still hesitated despite her nudity and the feeling of warmth and wetness between her legs, her virgin lips all but begging to be spread and filled with… what?

She didn’t know, and for just a moment, her fears overrode her desires. “Okay, I really gotta tell the others about this!” she decided, grabbing for her phone and leaning over her desk. “Maybe Sci-Twi’ll have a few answers and…” her voice trailed off as her young breasts hung low over her desk; their erect and tingling tips brushing the wooden surface briefly.

The old oak responded instantly, greening from the proximity of their presence. It sprouted tendrils that reached swiftly upwards, quickly wrapping repeatedly around her nipples like a lover’s touch, causing her to take a ragged breath at the contact.

“But… that’s…” She’d never been touched like that before—she’d decked at least two boys who tried to grope her over the past year—but this time, the touch of the tendrils sent a surge of energy into her teenage teats that quickly spread outwards over her immature breasts, followed quickly by the tendrils themselves! They swiftly found their edges and encircled their mass, stimulating their entire circumference to Applejack’s mingled shock and pleasure.

“B-but this isn’t… I ain’t…” she weakly protested and tried to push away only for her hands to be held fast as she placed her palms against the wood; both moss and stronger tendrils sprouted from the old oak and spread quickly up her wrists and forearms. They cushioned and restrained them; even with all her geode-granted strength, she couldn’t break their grip.

Or did she not want to…?

“By mah departed Ma and Pa, what’s happening to me?” she asked as her feet were then rooted in place by moss and impossibly accelerated plant growth—the floorboards were made of old apple trees that her very presence was somehow bringing back to life!—its tendrils made their way up her legs next, quickly reaching her calves as they spiraled upwards, infusing her with additional energy as they went.

Her breath caught as she sensed their ultimate destination. “By all our apple orchards, i-if that keeps going…” The pleasure and the idea of being pleasured while being impossibly restrained was an undeniable-turn on to Applejack, as the moss and plant life began actively touching and even outright caressing her breasts.

She swore their efforts were somehow plumping them up to a larger size as the newly germinated plants seemed to have a mind and will of their own; they gently but insistently pulled her down more firmly against the desk surface, which was quickly covered in a layer of moss that felt wonderfully soft and warm to lie against.

They also bent her fully over the desk, presenting her intimate areas to her closed bedroom door, which she could still hear voices outside of. Oh, NO! If Granny, Big Mac or Apple Bloom find me like… THIS!

She didn’t want to think even though an increasingly large part of her liked the idea of being seen in all her unclothed glory—of being seen being involuntarily pleasured by the plants she had somehow produced from her room’s many wooden surfaces.

As if in response to the thought, the apple vines from below—and she knew dang well that apples didn’t grow in vines!—pulled her legs apart as they continued to travel up past her knees onto her thighs, presenting her swollen and sweating sex for what she knew and increasingly hoped was to come.

She struggled to look back but couldn’t see what was happening even as she could keenly feel the tendril tips nearing their goal, circling her upper thighs one final time at the boundary of her butt before thickening to hold her fast with her legs spread wide. She held her breath as she felt its tips now poised at the entrance to what she’d once heard the pony Twilight call her ‘marehood’, which she admitted was a term she liked far more than any purely human one. “They’re really gonna…”

Her back stiffened and she stifled a cry at the initial contact against her hypersensitive and sensually ready surfaces, which entered her only just enough to pull back the edges of her puffy lips from the sides to expose the tunnel inside. And even though she’d never gotten herself off before or even so much as experienced an orgasm—the sheer and slightly sensual elation that accompanied the pony-up phenomenon when she played music with her friends notwithstanding—she was certain she was going to come on the spot as a fresh oak tendril sprouted from the front of the desk and moved up between her spread legs.

“Ah!” was all she could shout as It quickly locked onto her and found her exquisitely engorged clitoris—that was the name for it, right? She never paid much attention in health class—and caressed it once before wrapping around it and squeezing it. She felt the small nub of flesh infused with a fresh and very powerful flow of living energy that was already happening to her breasts, leaving her feeling at that moment like she was being continuously groped and fingered by the most powerful and pleasurable hands in all existence.

“Oooh…” she called out despite her best efforts to restrain it lest her Granny and siblings heard her, wishing she could clamp a hand over her mouth even as she found herself trying to push both back and forward at the same time. She wanted only to be filled to the brim with that wondrous life force—well, what else could she call it?—that they were feeding her, somehow triggered by and attracted to her internal magic.

Applejack wasn’t sure how she knew that, but she somehow did, just like she now sensed that those energies couldn’t reach or infuse her with her clothes in the way, and thus, her internal magic had done what it needed to in order to undress her.

Just like she now sensed that for those energies to imbue her properly and help her become what she was supposed to be, they had to invade and infuse her…

In every orifice she had!

She had only barely reached that realization before her ‘pussy’ was slowly penetrated for the first time by a thick and freshly grown vine—or was it a series of them wrapped around each other?—that caused her to gasp and her back to arch hard. Or at least as much as it could against the flora affixing her to her desk, which was starting to rapidly resemble a mossy forest floor. It consisted of not just moss but blades of grass growing from the top and even a few flowers that all seemed to bend towards her, basking in the radiance of not just her geode…

But her?

“Oh, goddess, this feels so…” were the last words she managed before all her attention was focused on the never-before-felt intrusion. It swiftly pushed past her virginal barrier with not a single point of pain to mark its breaking as it worked its way slowly but steadily deeper, filling her most sacred and sensuous area inch by exquisite inch. It even inflated as it went, producing a feeling of pure erotic ecstasy as it expanded her opening and tingling tunnel ever-wider; a spreading warmth of passion and power that she somehow sensed was just the beginning.

Her body soaked it up like a sponge and urged more from it, wanting it to go both harder and deeper even as it hit the internal barrier to her inner incubator!

To her amazement and delight, it didn’t stop there, effortlessly prying open the opening with the tip of the intrusion to invade her very womb, so impossibly deep inside her that it left her certain it was trying to… impregnate her?

She didn’t know if that was it, but she was far past caring about anything except her coming climax as she felt a series of rhythmic swellings pass her open pussy lips—that was Rainbow’s term for them, not hers; unlike Applejack, she had plenty of experience with sex thanks to her longtime relationship with Gilda—travel straight down her overpleasured entrance and then release powerful pulses of something hot and sticky into her waiting womb, not stopping or even slowing until every crevice of the cavity was filled.

She felt it keenly, and her body quickly absorbed the delicious and even addictive energy it fed her; the feeling of being fed full of it was finally enough to push her over the edge. Either from her sudden efforts or a simple desire to have more freedom of movement, the vines slackened except for the tendrils still attached to her teats as she arched her back high to present her naked top to the open window of her bedroom as she cried out in passion and pleasure, sensing through all the rapture the pony-up phenomenon start to take hold of her as her ears turned equine and her hair began to grow out.

But she was only dimly aware of it as she rode her first-ever orgasm through to its ending, calling the names of her parents, her Granny, and even her siblings, who she increasingly wished could see her.

See what was happening to her.

They might have if they’d been outside and looking through the bedroom window. But to her relief and disappointment, nobody was there and it was quickly getting dark out; even if they were outside; her lights were off in her room.

Then… why am Ah under a SPOTLIGHT? she suddenly wondered as she sensed a warm glow on her like the light off the bottom of clouds at sunset; Applejack looked behind her to see her dresser had grown a series of flowers that glowed and were pointed right at her; bathing the scene in deepest pink and purple.

Wait… did AH do that? she asked herself distractedly as the now unmoving apple vines remained embedded deep within her and she fell back to the moss covering her former desk again, sweating and breathing raggedly. And is it over? She found herself fervently hoping it wasn’t.

She got the answer as fresh plants sprouted this time from the maple that made up her window frame and quickly formed itself into a phallic shape, pointing directly at her open, still softly panting mouth.

Her eyes went wide as she recognized its shape and purpose as a glance up and down the wall showed the room was slowly but steadily transforming itself into a small forest clearing; the artificial lights being replaced with natural ones with the fabrics of her bed transforming into blankets of broad leaves and soft grasses; a glance to her right showed that even the pencils in her holder were growing small leaves!

But that wasn’t as important to her just then as the new construct pushed further out from the wall, slowly closing the distance to her agape mouth even as the plants on her desk clamped down hard on her again to restrain her. It looked like an equine organ, near as she could tell, except it was drooling a glowing sap instead of sperm.

“Wha—?” Her cheeks flushed further as she saw it and sensed its intention, watching it grow within a few inches of her suddenly dry lips. “But… but… Ah’ve never gone down on anybody before!” she protested weakly, but if the plants had ears, they didn’t listen, or they simply recognized that their task—and her transformation—remained incomplete. She turned her head away only weakly as the head of the floral phallus reached her mouth, leaving her swimming in its sweet syrupy scent, reminding her immediately and very strongly of her Granny’s fried apple recipe.

Memories of one of her favorite meals now aiding her still sky-high excitement, She began to drool as it pushed up against her lips and she found herself surrendering with surprising ease this time, accepting the intrusion into her mouth as the vines within her began to move again with a fresh set snaking up and over her legs, pulling them even higher and wider. But she focused on her latest instrument of pleasure instead, uncertain what she was doing other than what books or stories Pinkie Pie might have slipped her in an effort to get her more interested in sex.

“Oral’s my favorite thing to do with Triton and Chest Candy!” she recalled Pinkie saying as the sweet-scented shaft penetrated her lips and her tongue immediately licked it, she shivered at not just the beautifully breakfast-like taste, but the sheer exoticness and illicitness of the act. “And it isn’t just them either—all boys love it, and it’s a great way to have fun with them!”

“F-for you, Pinkie…” Applejack finally allowed as she began to suck and lick at the unlikely shaft in earnest; the contact causing her entire mouth to tingle as she realized it was a fresh source of the strange energy she was being fed, if tasting slightly different than before. Which made sense, given it was coming from a slightly different plant; the feel of its life force would therefore be slightly different.

Huh? How do Ah know that? she wondered as she felt the two additional tendrils enter her wide-open marehood, prying her open further as they wrapped around the original, snaking their way back into her to infuse her womb in turn.

That’s clover… and sagegrass! She somehow sensed as she felt the fresh intrusions keenly, stretching her oversensitive flesh out further. It shortly felt like an entire thick arm was deep inside her, yet it didn’t hurt at all! Nor did the phallus in her mouth, which was starting to pulse in her maw, causing its equine-like tip to spurt fresh syrup onto her tongue and even down the back of her throat.

She eagerly swallowed all of it, milking the shaft with her lips and trying to urge more of the delicious liquid from it, her eyes going wide as she saw a large swelling suddenly build near the floral organ’s base where it was still attached to the rapidly warping window frame.

And then it began moving along the length of the equine-like organ towards her, covering the foot and a half of distance swiftly. She heard a knock on her door at that moment as well as a male voice calling to her, but they barely registered as she felt her own orgasm beginning to build again along with what she presumed was that of her newly revived maple plant.

Wow… who would’ve thought that TREES could climax? was the last thought she had before the bulge reached her body.

The surge of floral seed it contained passed her lips almost effortlessly before erupting into her mouth with a powerful shower of thick fluid and exotic energy, which quickly soaked into her system and caused her entire body to shudder and grow, taking her from teenage to adult in mere moments. Her pony-up features likewise grew; her ears getting bigger and ‘ponytail’ growing longer; each becoming far more sensitive to even the slightest touch, noise, or breeze.

She heard Big Macintosh calling to her increasingly frantically, saying something about the entire house getting overgrown with moss and plants, but she was beyond caring as she came again, even harder, enjoying every delicious drop of sweet syrup the plant-based phallus in her mouth was feeding her. She moaned happily as it pushed steadily deeper, slowly working its way down her throat.

And yet, there was no gag reflex or any discomfort associated with it, nor with the massive intrusion of vines into her most intimate area. They continued to pleasure and infuse her with more energy; evermore types of plants joining the effort from the wood in her room or the more wild plants outside growing their way right through the floorboards to reach her.

Her cry was muffled this time as she felt the beginning of a strong pressure in the vicinity of her shoulder blades, a fierce yet erotically tingling itch that was soon matched by one near the base of her butt. The latter seemed to slowly grow along with the rest of her, giving her adult-sized hips without weakening her taut, well-toned muscles.

I’m almost there… she had the slightly disjointed thought as her second orgasm ebbed—almost there to what?—the vines in her mouth and marehood going slightly slack for just a moment before they stiffened again, becoming even bigger than before!

And yet, no matter how deeply they probed her or how wide they pried her, she wanted more! She wanted every nook and cranny of her body filled by these wonderful plants that seemed endlessly attracted to her. She wanted to be infused with their wonderfully electric and erotic life energies that her body couldn’t seem to get enough of, drinking them up as if they were gushing from the open taps of the autumn cider kegs her family hadn’t yet filled.

Her heady thoughts were only briefly interrupted by the heavy impact of a shoulder against her bedroom door which shook it and sounded like it might even have splintered it slightly, followed by more voices outside; they belonged to what she dimly recognized as a determined Big Macintosh and an equally frantic Apple Bloom.

If they get in here, they’re gonna see me! some shrinking, still-sane part of her knew. But then she realized…

What did it even matter to her if they did?

In her final form, she knew she would be far above such petty concerns as personal modesty. And in any event, nothing mattered to her at that moment except completing the transformation her still-glowing geode had started and her precious plants were finishing.

The transformation… into her true self!

Her true destiny…

She had no sooner reached that unlikely but incredibly enticing conclusion when she felt two new tendril trips probing at her other opening further up her well-spread cleft, eliciting a fresh shiver as it was slowly encircled and presented for entry. And this time, she sensed it was a pear plant growing up through the floorboards that were now far more akin to a forest floor than a house one, a symbolic fusion of two fruits within her just as her parents had represented the union of two entirely different clans who were once bitter rivals.

She knew that pears didn’t grow in vines any more than apples did, and yet, it mattered nothing to her as she heard a series of them wrapping around each other to form a thickened and quite textured tendril; with her growing vision, she swore she could see everything in the room around her just from the life energies from the plant she could now sense with her awareness alone.

They finished forming their phallic shape just as her door was smashed open and Big Macintosh stumbled inside; she couldn’t see him except for his powerful energy aura she could sense and somehow visualize in her heat-fevered head; she sensed his gaze falling on her well-presented rear and thoroughly pleasured pussy.

Wow. Was she now using that word in her thoughts, too?

“By all the Apples and Pears alike…” she heard her normally quiet brother mutter as he beheld her and started to move towards her, only to be blocked by a sudden surge of vines from the floor and ceiling that formed a barrier before her, which she could sense along with a pair of floral lights suddenly turning on the pair as well.

She hadn’t summoned them—or at least, she didn’t think she had? She sensed they’d simply acted to make sure her final infusion would not be interrupted.

“Big Mac? What are those things? And what’s happening to her?” Apple Bloom’s nervous but excited voice called out next.

“I don’t know, but you better leave, Apple Bloom…” Applejack could tell the pair were staring at the scene with her sister clutching her brother’s arm; they were transfixed to watch their sibling pleasured by endless caressing and probing plants. “This ain’t a sight you need to see!”

“But…” Apple Bloom’s voice trailed off. Applejack would have told them not to interfere if she was able, but she was well beyond speaking at that point; mostly due to the long phallic construct in her mouth that had snaked itself all the way down her throat. It filled her belly directly with a sweet syrup that tasted like the most invigorating switchel she’d ever had, providing her with an endless reservoir of energy to power her transformation.

In fact, she knew she needed just one more large infusion of erotic energy and life force before she’d finally be able to change fully…

And she got it as she felt the new confluence of pear plant-spawned vines enter her anal orifice tip-first, writhing against her and worming its way inside her, adding a brand new source of raw energy and pure rapture.

“MMMmmmmm…” was all she could manage around the deliciously slick and sweet surface of the vine in her maw. She continued to absorb energy from it as she pushed back against the newest intruder, managing to raise her rear at least slightly as it worked its way in.

She wasn’t trying to show herself off to her staring siblings as simply urge it deeper, but she knew it had that effect as her enhanced awareness picked up on Big Macintosh’s aura brightening around the area of his groin. And then, as a final touch to the whole affair, the desk beneath her chest grew yet another phallus right between her double-sized breasts, reaching steadily up between them as the vines still wrapped around her newly matured and hyper-sensitive mammaries squeezed them into its mass.

But unlike the stiffer, tree-based ones filling her from ahead and behind, this was made of soft moss and feathery ferns that oozed cool water onto her sweating skin that felt as deliciously cool as it was erotically exquisite. As it grew and thickened, it spread its slightly glowing green liquid all over her increasingly enormous boobs like she was the centerpiece in some of the hentai mangas Pinkie had shared with her. Mangas she might have snuck a look at once or twice.

But no manga had ever been like this!

P-pity my big bro and little sis can’t understand what this is like… what it’s DOING to me! She had the slightly disjointed thought as she knew she continued to give them an enormous eyeful, but she was barely aware of them at that point except for their newly startled voices, whose words she couldn’t make out.

For what did it matter what they were saying?Nothing else mattered to her except her inner rapture; her entire body being penetrated and pleasured so the plants—her plants—could do what they needed for her and grant her all the energy she required. The erotic tingling sensation on her back grew stronger as a new one began on her forehead; it felt for a moment like something was ready to burst out of her skin there as her third climax began to build, and she already sensed it would be the most powerful one of all!

The culmination of a journey that had started within her long before she got her geode, which the moss penis nestled between her breasts had wormed under as she worked her upper body up and down over it and the endlessly long floral shaft in her mouth. As she did so, the vines increasingly responded to her effort and soon moved in time with her thrusts, as if to increase her pleasure.

And theirs!

Fresh bulges appeared at the base of the vines and began working their way up, towards all three of her filled orifices. She shivered once as she knew what it was—the final infusion of life force she needed to put her over the top; when combined with the magic of her geode, it would provide the last power boost she needed.

The last power boost she would ever need!

She dimly heard the startled and excited voices of Big Mac and Apple Bloom behind her again, as the pear plant in her rear pushed even deeper into her body. She felt their passage keenly, moaning and shivering the whole time as energy surged outwards from them into her limbs. It even made it into the very tips of her fingers and toes, which tingled fiercely and curled hard against the soft mossy surfaces they were stuck to.

They passed through her pried-open pussy lips and completely loosened sphincter; past a mouth that was so wide it could almost have accommodated a triple-decker burger in one bite. But even inside her, they did not stop, pushing ever deeper until they finally reached as far as they could go. They then flared their phallic heads deep within her body, delivering their precious cargo of erotic energy directly into the depths of her exquisitely overpleasured anatomy.

Her body responded immediately as she sensed herself pushed over the edge for the final time. It felt like a wave crashing inside of her that she somehow rode the crest of as a pair of leafy wings sprouted suddenly from the fiercely and very erotically itching areas of her back; yhey were swiftly followed by a long horn growing directly out of the equally warm and tingly area that had been forming on her forehead.

It gave her instant awareness and control of all the magical energies around her as well as the plants themselves; she finally felt them go slack within her as their task was done, beginning to retract from her.

But she didn’t mind—for now, she knew she could have them whenever she wished!

She used her new power to simply dissolve the glass window to her bedroom in its frame, changing it back to sand, while the entire wooden wall sprouted with fresh growth. They quickly turned into fresh young trees with glowing flowers that started reaching for the sky as she floated up on her new wings and exited her house into the cool evening air, taking flight fully naked with her newly adult body into a hover above her home, basking in her fully realized power and purpose.

She summoned a water mirror and found herself looking not unlike she did before, with her freckles and golden locks still very much presented, but there were stripes of different color in the latter now; and her wings did indeed consist of a set of maple, oak and apple leaves that looked to be in fall colors, allowing her to fly and float as efficiently as any butterfly.

“Now will you look at that…” she said as she studied herself. “So that’s my true self! Ain’t so different than before, just… bigger and better,” the new Goddess nodded to herself before she heard voices again from below.

It was only then that she remembered her brother and sister were still there. To her surprise; she saw them equally naked, on their hands and knees in the case of Big Mac while Apple Bloom was slowly lowered out of the air by the vines that had suspended her halfway to the ceiling as they withdrew from her, leaving her body looking newly matured and voluptuous.

If it had been just ten minutes earlier, the former Applejack might have been perturbed or embarrassed for them, given what had obviously happened. But now, she just smiled warmly and knowingly down at them. “Hey, bro. Hey, sis. Sorry about that, but Ah think the plants just sensed that I wanted you to know some of what I was feeling. So Ah reckon they made sure you did!”

“Reckon so…” Big Mac said shakily as he pulled himself up to his feet, showing off a newly massive pair of apples and enormous erection that a vine was only then withdrawing from along with another one between his legs. “Y-you okay, Apple Bloom?”

“Y-yeah…” she said shakily as she was set gently down on the moss-covered floor, leaning on him heavily for a moment despite her own nudity. “That was amazing, sis!Can we do it all again?” she asked with unexpected eagerness to a startled look from a still recovering Big Macintosh, to which Applejack only smiled.

“If you like, shore. Ain’t no lie to say that Ah ain’t no prude any longer. Not after all that! Not given what Ah now am.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “And don’t you lie and say you didn’t like it too, Big Bro. Not with that nice new toy you got there.” She couldn’t resist giving it a magical squeeze and stroke, causing him to shudder and quickly cover it.

“S-sorry, sis…” Big Mac tried futilely to hide his newly enhanced and quite-raging hard-on with his hands. “Can’t help it… that was all just so hot to see, all them vines goin’ into ya! And then they turned on us…” His organ twitched hard.

The former Applejack smiled again, floating down closer to them. “Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of, big bro. All that happened was that mah plants recognized you as mah kin and gave you some of the same treatment. Also ain’t nothing to be scared of.” She announced as she descended back to ground, the remaining vines retracting themselves fully but still at her instant beck and call; she caressed a couple tendrils with her hands, causing them to curl around her fingers.

“But what happened?” Apple Bloom asked again, now hanging off her big brother’s shoulder. “And why all… this?”

“Well, now, where to start. As to why, Ah now knowit took me being naked to finally get all the magic free and flowing into me, but Ah ain’t gonna say Ah regret it! Reckon Ah finally figured out who I’m supposed to be. And it ain’t just a farmer or guitar-playing teenager.”

“Then… what are you, sis?” an awestruck but newly mature Applebloom asked, going up to her and taking her hands. “Uh… yer still our sister, right?”

She smiled knowingly. “You better believe it, filly. Ah’m still an Apple, and don’t you worry your pretty little head—Ah always will be. But Ah’m so much more now, too! Ah’m the avatar of not just Honesty, but Ah’m now also the Goddess of all things green and good.

“So from here on out, ya’ll can just call me… Fertile Fields,” she announced with a serene smile as a dress of leaves and bark grew right over her, leaving her feet in soft wooden sandals as fresh vines twirled up her legs, encircling her calves, knees and even thighs as their tips finally terminated just short of her exposed crotch, which ended up hidden by but a single apple leaf.

She further materialized a short skirt made of layers of leaves showing a spectrum of autumn colors from red to gold, studded with apple blossoms while her newly adult breasts were cupped and hidden—just barely—by a pair of red oak leaves that clung to her enhanced curves tightly, leaving little to the imagination as the still-erect nubs of her nipples poked out prominently through the thin covering, which left more than half their mass exposed.

The only things she kept from her original ensemble were a facsimile of her old boots, a pair of red hair ribbons and her dear departed Daddy’s Stetson hat, studding it with a single perfectly red and ripe apple into its fabric. Once she donned it; she completed her introduction by simply waving her hand to release a wave of magic from her long unicorn horn, causing all the recently harvested apple and other trees on the farm to produce a second growth of produce, even larger than the last. “And ain’t nobody gonna go hungry when I’m around!”

“As it should be. Welcome to godhood, Fertile Fields,” A soft, lilting voice was heard. “Your ascension was well-earned. And it looked every bit as wonderful as mine.”

Though Apple Bloom and Big Macintosh started, Fertile Fields looked up calmly and smiled. “Well, now. Reckon Ah wasn’t the first,” the former Applejack recognized as she turned her admiring eyes on her longtime friend. “Hey there, Fluttershy. But then again, that ain’t your name anymore, is it? So, what do Ah call you now, Sugarcube?” she asked idly.

“Fluttershine,” she replied with a smile. “And I ask your aid, Fertile Fields, in building my new animal sanctuary. It needs to be filled with all manner of shade trees, grasses, fruits and vegetables to provide shelter and succor. And in return…” she drifted in close to kiss Fertile fields deeply in front of her family, eliciting fresh blushes from them. “And in return, I will not only keep animals from your family crops, but I will help you share this gift with the rest of our friends, so that they, too, may realize their destinies.”

“Well, now. You make a tempting offer, Fluttershine,” she said agreeably. “So let’s do this. Right after I check on Granny Smith, that is.”

“G-Granny?” Apple Bloom asked nervously as Big Macintosh stiffened; the two suddenly remembered their very naked and newly enhanced state.

“Yep. You okay there, Granny?” Applejack called out as a beautiful, young and very naked woman entered the remains of her bedroom, rose-cheeked and stumbling slightly, bearing apple-green skin and blonde hair. “Sorry for what happened while you were sitting in your rocker. Reckon I didn’t exactly have control of it at that point. But it looks like it did you just fine.”

“It shore did!” she said in a beautifully youthful and lilting voice as she started styling her hair back into the braids Fertile Field remembered seeing in pictures from when she’d been in her early adulthood. “Look at me! I’m young!” She hugged herself happily. “Thanks, granddaughter… though I guess now ya’ll should call me Annie Smith!”

“You got it, Annie,” Fertile Fields said with a grin and tip of her brim as Fluttershine only smiled. “Now listen up, y’all! Ah’d love to stick around for a bit—believe you me, Ah got plenty of stuff Ah wanna do! But me and Fluttershine here got some things to take care of first. We’ll be back, though, and don’t you worry—Ah’ll give the house a full fix and nice makeover later. Hay, reckon I’ll even make it a mite bigger!” she decided as she turned the open wall into a beautiful garden of trees and flowers under the illumination of the same violet glow the larger blooms created, putting a spotlight on her family.

“So ya’ll enjoy yourselves in the meantime, and keep dinner warm for me—I still love yer baked apples, Annie! Oh, and uh… while yer waitin’, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She winked at them as she flew off, eliciting a series of blushes and furtive looks between them.