A Forest Picnic

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fetish, Profanity, Non-consensual, Violence, Death, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn
Length: 4515

Hatter has been watching a "mare" called Venus Trapper for some time, but when he goes to make his move, his plan rapidly falls apart.

Hatter decides to finally make his move on a "mare" called Venus Trapper, but unfortunately things don't go to plan. For starters, Venus isn't even a mare, and he has quite the aggressive strategy for dealing with insolent stallions, and it just so happens that he needs somewhere to plant his seeds.
Contains: Vore, hard digestion, oviposition, gore, snuff (death), attempted rape, rape reversal, plants, blood, words.
(Venus Trapper is a character belonging to the artist Wispy Tuft and does not belong to me)

Published 2022-03-10 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-03-10 19:10:01 UTC

Picnic

Author's Note

I unfortunately got confused over Venus' gender at several points during the story. I apologize for any confusion caused.

Picnic

Being old was a strange thing. On the one hoof, there was no shortage of horrors one could witness within the earlier parts of their lifetime that could leave them bitter and broken in heir latter years, but at the same time, nearly a lifetime of experience could also teach someone a number of important lessons that would allow them to find peace.

Hatter had never really found peace. All life had gifted him in his later years was a large amount of back ache and flashbacks to nightmares that he had already lived through once. He wasn’t even that old, only fifty five, but those fifty five years had been long ones, and they had taken a heavy toll upon his body.

Thankfully, there was always a place where he could escape his troubles. Nature didn’t seem to care about the woes of the world, and the creatures within were more focused on finding food and shelter for the day then any of the politics going on. He liked to get away into the forest and just get away from all the terrible things he had witnessed and done.

Birds, trees, it was all good. But by far the best part of the forest and the reason he liked to visit so much was the park ranger. She was a mare unlike any he had had ever seen before, it was as if she was made from the forest itself. Her fur was a light green, and almost looked like moss.

It had taken him almost a day just to be sure she wasn’t actually a pony, the purple flower bud sprouting from her head should have made it obvious, but Hatter had never seen a creature like this before. She didn’t seem to be very good as a park ranger, as the gray stallion had managed to watch her for hours over the course of his visits, laying still as a corpse in the under growth and drinking in every detail he could.

Her eyes were a deep, sultry shade of purple. She was a whore, and a dumb one at that considering the fact she often took long walks into the woods with no way to defend herself.

Hatter himself wasn’t very strong, and this mare, if she could be called that, had the advantage of her work requiring her to clear paths of fallen trees, take long walks and other things that made her limbs annoyingly strong.

He was getting old, getting slower, he needed to be careful in his planning, but the only weapon she seemed to have was a freakish growth where her tail should have been, it looked something like a tail, before it split into two upper and lower sections in the middle. He had seen that within, there was a tentacle like structure, and he had once seen her using it to ingest water.

Caution was needed, her cutie mark was of a venus fly trap in a brown earthenware pot and that didn’t suggest she had any other combat skills he needed to be wary of.

It had been a day like any other, even though he had been planning an attack for a long while, he never actually had any plans to harm her, they were just the mad ramblings of his failing mind, and he ignored them, content to just stare at the mare with his emerald green eyes and relax in the warm summer sun.

When she came over the hill today, there was something different about her today. She was still wearing the same brown waistcoat (Hatter was an antique and didn’t know that it would be better described as a tactical vest, even if it only had two pockets) with her silver badge pride of place.

But today, the that flower bud on her head had opened up into a large blooming growth with the yellow stamen pride of place among the purple petals. Today she really did look like a whore, or at least to him she did, her eyes were half lidded, her hips seemed to have a sway to them, and once she had found a comfortable spot, she lay down, just a few dozen feet away from him.

Her flower filled the air with a sweet scent that did things to his body he had never been expecting a flower to do, his body quivering as beneath him his member tried to slide to hardness. His nose was sensitive, and his heart was racing at a rate that was no doubt would cause quite the problem for his pacemaker if he didn’t calm it down.

One of his hooves pressed into the inner pocket of the crimson jacket he wore. The unicorn had promised that he was done with killing, he was too old for it, he was retired. This whore just had to go and sit a few feet from him, her eyes seeming to slowly close as she dozed off in the sun.

He was going to close those eyes forever. Hatter was practically foaming at the mouth as he leapt from the undergrowth like some kind of crazed animal, emerald green eyes shimmering with a deep, hateful lust. Two of the strongest base emotions a pony could feel, and they mixed together into a toxic cocktail that lit his veins on fire.

The mare, Venus Trapper her badge identified her as, didn’t seem all that shocked to have had a fifty five year old stallion jump from the undergrowth towards her, in fact her face seemed to have been backing into a sultry smile, framed by light brown freckles.

That smile soon begin to vanish when his horn blazed with green magic and he took out his straight razor, sending it straight towards her leg as it unfolded. It was his weapon of choice, and he was incredibly skilled at using it.

Venus realized that it was a weapon faster then he had been expecting, but before she could get to her hooves fully, the blade hit her leg and bit deep into it. Her flesh wasn’t like that of a pony, and in his blind fury he had swung it too hard. It impacted what he assumed was bone, and then the blade decided that it had gotten bored of existing as a single piece of solid metal, and decided to shatter apart.

He kept pushing forward and ended up tossing the handle of the blade several feet away, before he got in close and threw a punch at her. In the state of shock that she was in from the deep wound upon her leg, she didn’t get chance to block, and his hoof smacked into the side of her face.

Hatter was weak, but it was enough to knock her head to the side and send her toppling to the floor, her thick hair, composed of vines, bobbing about wildly as she stared at him with a look of shock and confusion at what was happening. Dumb bitch hadn’t seen that coming.

Her inner flesh was purple, and her blood seemed to ooze from from out of the wound much like sap, also being a shade of purple, although this time a much lighter colour.

As she fell onto her back, he noticed something that he had been expecting. Upon pinning her down he had been planning to sink his cock into her whorish cunt and plant a load in her in the middle of the forest. Upon pushing her onto her back, she didn’t have a vagina however, instead there was a set of plump balls, and a limp purple shaft that…

Hatter was so surprised by the sight of those plump green balls that he didn’t press the attack for a second, and all she needed was a second to swing her good hoof forward, hitting him square in the face.

Stars burst before his vision, and suddenly everything smelled of copper as he stumbled backwards and attempted to put his guard up. She hit even harder then he had been expecting, and for a moment he doubted his own ability to stay standing after that blow landed. His nose was bleeding.

He grounded his hooves underneath him firmly and leered towards the mare hatefully. Stallion, she was a stallion. She was pulling the chunks of metal from her limb, a look of determination painted onto her face. Her back leg was fucked up, there was no standing with a wound that deep in your leg.

It took him several seconds longer then he would have liked to get his magic back after that blow had stunned him. Thankfully, he had more then one weapon on him, and the moment he did get his focus back, his horn glowed to life again and he took out a large stake knife, diving forward towards Venus Trapper with what was meant to be a roar, but quickly turned into a shocked squeak when she went to kick him in the gut.

He managed to dodge the blow enough to prevent the other stallion from landing a direct hit, it still hurt however, and he snarled down at them as the cold steel of that knife pressed against their neck.

“Move and I’ll cut your throat you damn whore.”
“You’re a monster! Get off me,” She hissed, squirming beneath him before he pressed the knife forward, bringing her to a halt as she realized that her head was about to be cut off, “You could’ve had my ass, you didn’t need to cut my leg off you fucking psycho!”

With that, she spat right in his face, something that was normally gross, but her saliva seemed to simply be harmless water.

“Oh, I’m going to have your ass regardless you fucking tease!” He declared, holing her down with both his hooves as he attempted to hold her down. He could pretend she was a mare, his night had not been ruined just yet. He pressed his member against her rear and groaned in pleasure.

Now, penetrating someone without lubricant was painful, but it also unfortunately ruined the fun for the person doing the penetrating, and so before he entered her, he took out a bottle of “Good Dragon” brand lubricant, it wasn’t actually made from good dragons, as many of them had been children, and children were brats.

He rubbed the lubricant over his member and then went to push forward again, but while he had been distracted by his disillusion thoughts over his choice of lubricant brand, the mare beneath him had managed to get herself together, and she suddenly tipped her head forward, causing a lo cut on her neck in the process before she sent a blast of bright purple pollen towards him, which got him straight in the face.

Suddenly, every inch of him felt like it was on fire, he sank his member forward with an eager motion and felt the ‘mare’s’ inner walls clamp desperately around his cock, but it was too much sensation for his heightened sense of awareness, and he cried out as the pleasure ripped through him, his hooves curling against her body as he moved his head forward, locking onto the first object he saw.

Hatter had quite the thing for hooves, and this mares were groomed to perfection, he found his lips wrapped tightly around one of them as he desperately suckled on it, feeling his hips thrust deeper inside of her as he swirled his tongue against her frog before-

His mind tore itself apart again as an orgasm suddenly ripped through him, his hips thrusting desperately as he emptied spurt after spurt of hot stallion seed deep inside of her. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. His entire body was crying out for more as he humped back and forth desperately.

Eventually he managed to work himself into a motion, a motion that could be described as smooth, but in his lust, he had forgotten about her tail, which was now stretching open behind him, exposing what appeared to be a maw, lined with purple flesh and containing a purple tentacle like tongue, and before he could react, this tail locked around his head.

Hatter was still a danger, even in his old age he had the same instincts that had kept him alive this whole time burning in his mind. The feminine stallion attempted to throw himself into a backflip.

Venus’ tail was stronger then he could’ve ever expected however, and in attempting to go into a backflip, he simply elevated himself up in the air and allowed Venus to slam him down onto his back. As he was not able to see there was no way that he could’ve possible been able to stick the landing.

He hit the ground with a considerable amount of force and let out a sharp cry as his back popped in several uncomfortable ways. Old bones weren’t meant to take impacts like that.

He wasn’t done with his fight just yet however, there was a small amount of light, and his horn blazed with energy as he drew his knife from his jacket. Normally one needed to see to use magic to grab anything, but he knew the inside of his jacket so well that he could do it from memory alone.

A primal roar tore from his lips as he begin to desperately stab the knife into the base of their tail in a frantic frenzy that didn’t seem to harm Venus in the slightest. For anyone else, being stabbed would’ve forced them to let go, but this was not the case.

“Why won’t you die!” He roared, moments before that deep purple tentacle forced down his throat and turned his cry into a shocked gargle.
“Cellulose, son,” Venus said, bringing out her hoof to the side to show the wound that was already almost fully healed, “It hardens in response to physical trauma. You can’t kill me!”

He attempted to draw another knife from his jacket, the purple tendril forcing deeper down his throat and attempting to choke him.

“What did I just say?” The mares’s tail lifted him up in the air and then slammed him down against the ground with enough force that he felt his bones rattle. He still couldn’t see, properly, a faint green light coming through the walls of the plant that was locked around his head.

That tendril was forcing down his throat and violating it at his point, his head was fuzzy from the impact, he couldn’t think straight or feel properly at this point, his entire head was hazed in a thick fog, and he felt the weight of the stallion press down against his back harshly.

They were surprisingly light due to their plant based biology, but they were still immensely strong, far stronger then he had been expecting considering he had been under the false impression he was a mare. The tentacle in his mouth was feeding him air, but the air seemed to be tainted with something that was sapping his strength away and making it so hard to think.

“I was going to let you fuck me you know. I was well aware you’d been watching me for several days, I thought you were just nervous, and well, I just came into season. I figured my pollen would draw you out, it has that affect on mammals. But then you had to go all psycho on me… And well, unfortunately for you, I can be just as harsh back.”

As he finished speaking, something warm and phallic shaped pressed to his rear, seemingly terribly out of place against the soft, moss like fur of the stallion it was attached to, and it also seemed to come with extras in the form of three more tentacles, two of which were quick to roughly molest him, one of them wrapping around his balls and the other wrapping around his shaft, starting to stroke him off as the stallion used a hoof to dig through his jacket, finding the bottle of lube and smearing it over their own shaft.

At this point, things were getting weird within the tail that was still clamped firmly over his head, the walls were starting to get moist, and he swore he could feel it starting to get wet around the base of his head. The tail readjusted its grip on him so that it had his lower shoulders engulfed, and at at this point he was too weak to struggle.

That air was definitely tainted with something, he was finding it difficult to stay awake, let alone put up a fight. Venus wrapped his limbs around their middle firmly and gave their balls a light squeeze, making him squeak in response.

Then without warning, they sunk the head of their shaft into his rear. He let out a gasp of shock as his tight rear clenched around it, trying to force it back out but only managing to invite them in further.

“That’s it… I’m going to put my young in you, and you’re going to be a perfect seed bed for them.”

Hatter didn’t know if he liked the sound of that, but then at the moment he didn’t actually know much of anything and it was doubtful he even understood the words being said in their full context. There was sap up to his shoulders at this point, and it was starting to cause a strange tingling sensation that tickled at him.

She forced herself forward, letting out a soft groan of pleasure as her tentacle stroked him off, even as he hilted every inch of his length into the poor, weakly squirming stallion, making his eyes flutter softly as her huge hips made a soft impact against his rear.

“Mnnm it’s been far too long since I’ve last done this,” He groaned seductively, although Hatter was barely able to hear it through the thick walls of the plant, “I can’t wait to fill you with my seeds.”

At this point he begin to pick up the pace of his thrusting, a soft smacking sound filling the air as he worked into a thrusting motion, Hatter letting out a soft whine as every inch of him was brutally laid claim to.

By this point the sticky sap was up to his mouth, and he tried to weakly lift his head upwards so that it did not get any in his nose, but it was impossible to move his head far enough out of the way.

He could feel his flesh starting to tingle and lightly burn, but at this point he was too lost in a sea of pleasure to fully comprehend what was happening to him.

Venus really hadn’t wanted it go this way, but now that he was balls deep in the feminine male, she didn’t have any regrets in the slightest. She could be as rough as she liked and at this point there was nothing that he could do to stop her.

With a groan of pleasure, he begin to double down on his thrusting and reduce the amount of anaesthetic pollen that his lungs were being filled with. Normally he didn’t have a bad bone in his body, but he was in season, his body was racing, oh so desperate to pump her seeds deep into his ass and give them a proper seedbed within which to take root.

This stallion was clearly evil, clearly beyond any hope of redemption, so that mean he could do whatever he wanted without feeling the slightest bit bad about it.

And at this point, he was starting to realize that her digestive sap was starting to eat away at his flesh, and that his only source of fresh air was in the tentacle currently buried in his throat.

He could’ve spat it out and swallowed some of that venomous sap, made it quick for himself, but as a biological creature he would never do that. She found them so fascinating to study.

He begin to struggle hard as the sap finally filled the pod. It took a lot of energy to produce all that sap, but he was going to get all that energy back and more when it was finished with him.

He begin to struggle wildly, calling out as his rear begin to clench desperately around his length. Venus retracted his tentacles from Hatter’s cock and balls, leaving him to struggle and writhe, his desperate attempts to keep himself alive and escape the painful stimulation only serving to further please Venus’ cock.

Mammal based lifeforms were such fun, he was beating his hooves against the ground and desperately attempting to break away. He was even stronger then normal now that it was time to produce seedlings, and he kept the stallion firmly pinned as his hooves dug into the chest of the squirming stallion, feeling his heart frantically fluttering beneath his jacket, trying to give him the strength to break free.

It would never be enough however. She was just better then him in almost every way, there was no shame in it. Her thrusting was getting faster and more frantic at this point, giving into her baser urges and driven on by his frantic struggles as his upper body was broken down into nutrient rich sap.

She had biological based urges of her own, although as a plant, they were much more refined then the frantic struggling of this pathetic excuse of a lifeform. Her powerful thrusting came with an equally powerful purpose, and she could hardly wait until she could bury her seeds deep into his gut.

Her hooves curled around him tightly, before she forced herself forward with that powerful purpose translating into a bone shaking thrust that made her massive rear jiggle wildly as she cried out in pleasure, the flower atop her head producing a large plume of pollen as she hit her climax.

At this point she let herself go, losing herself in orgasmic bliss, thrusting back and forth in a frantic, blissful series of motions, thick blue sap poured from the head of his cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as it was buried deep inside the convulsing gray stallion’s rear.

At this point he was beginning to break down, and his struggles were getting even more intense, and she soon hit the second stage of her orgasm, curling her hooves into him as the first of her seeds, her children, forced from her member and spilled into the stallion.

Normally she would’ve scattered them across the ground and allowed them to grow slowly, but this stallion would serve well as a seed bed, and her seeds begin to aggressively take root inside of him. Viscous roots burrowed deep into the walls of his anus, and at this point the stallion’s scream begin to raise several octaves.

She thrust back and forth gently, making sure not to disturb the seeds as they took root. Her afterglow was intense, and Hatter soon begin to add to her afterglow when he went into even more convulsions, her babies tearing him apart from the inside as he was broken down.

He was dying, and strangely, it turned her on so very much. Of course, she wasn’t cruel however, and one of the tentacles from her member moved forward and begin to gently rub the still stiff member of the stallion, jerking him off as he convulsed and writhed and desperately tried to break free.

Her hooves moved down to grip at his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat, so frantic, giving a desperate attempt to help him break free. It didn’t work, and she begin to stroke faster. His heart beat seemed to get faster in turn, but his struggles were getting weaker.

Blood was spilling out around his member at this point, her babies were tearing him apart at this point, drinking up his nutrients, making him into something more useful.

His member let out a spurt of pre, which forced a giggle from the mare as she leaned in close. His ear drums were likely destroyed at this point, along with his eyes, but she still seductively whispered, for her own enjoyment more then anything.

“Shhh, Shh, just give in. It’ll all be over soon.”

Hatter writhed, a final desperate movement that spurred her into a series of thrusts that sent blood spilling out around her cock, and then Hatter let out a few desperate thrusts of his own, and then his member sprayed out a thick final load of sticky stallion seed before his heart finally gave out.

She pulled her member out of him, staring down at the thick dribbles of blood that dribbled down his rear. Her babies rapidly took root, forcing up through his flesh and taking form as a series of bright purple flowers, much like the ones atop her head.

They were so perfect.

Her tail pulled up, everything below where her tail had closed had been broken down at this point, a semi smooth break that lazily drooled blood, exposing the inner workings of the dead stallion as several of his organs and inners spilled out onto the ground around his corpse.

She stared at her tail thoughtfully, she could have spilled the thick sap over his corpse to give her children even more food, but she had spent a lot of strength.

A groan rolled from her lips, and she begin to greedily absorb the nutrients. Her purple eyes fluttered. The stallion was delicious. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to eat meat.

Her thick flank swelled out even further, jiggling and bouncing as her light green fur took on a slightly darker tone, saturated with the nutrients that she was trying to spread over her body. The flower atop her head sprouted to an even larger size.

Along with that, her balls swelled as they were refilled, her shaft growing another inch as her body swelled against her vest, threatening to rip it.

More important then her looks and size, the wound on her leg rapidly healed up. It felt good, forcing a blissful groan from her lips as she finished up absorbing his remains.

She opened her tail, a small amount of water splattering to the ground, along with a mechanical implant of some kind and his skull, which fell to the ground, bouncing into a position where it rolled unevenly to the side, seeming to stare at her with a judgemental expression with hollow, pitted sockets.

“Thanks for the meal, freak.”

And with that, she turned away and carried on her walk, hoping to find another spot in which she could sunbathe. The animals and her babies would clear up the rest, and even if they didn’t, and number of dangerous magical wildlife could be to blame.