Author's Note

This was written for a friend of mine, Desolator, and is filled with as many Desolator-isms in it as I could fit.

Check out his cute bap here! https://derpibooru.org/3182489

Nightshade

It was often said that Nightshade was the queen of flowers. Like most rare and highly coveted flora of its type, it bloomed incredibly rarely, could only be nourished by the most delicate of hooves, and only seemed to grow in the most exotic, secluded little crevices of Mother Nature.

Of course, its name was of no small significance. Unlike most flowers, when it bloomed, it only did so at night during the full moon.

It made sense, then, that Starless Night had heard whispers of it ever since she was a little batty. If the rumors were true—and it did make a lot of sense if they were—then it would serve as a crucial ingredient if she ever wanted to summon back her beautiful Queen of the Night, Nightmare Moon.

Starless’s fluffy mane prickled with pride as she reflected upon her self-imposed task. It was said that Nightshade could only be retrieved by the most resilient of adventurers—and her warrior blood fit the bill perfectly. She didn’t care how long it would take; she would follow her snoot to the ends of Equestria and back if it meant getting her hooves on the rarity.

She sent out a playful scree, listening as it reverberated off the nighttime forest foliage and bounced back into her twitching ears. Good, she was wandering deeper, and deeper she would go. Not even the fiercest of manticores or the most heinous of hydras could stop her. She was on a mission, dammit!

She giggled. Not like any of those creatures would be awake, anyway. It was good being a bat pony!

She pushed her way through another dense thicket and found herself in a meadow clearing. The crisp air was still, and soft moonlight gently illuminated its center.

Starless gasped. Right in the middle, a small patch of delicate flowers blossomed in the pale moonlight. Its hue was a deep and mysterious purple, freckled with yellow and orange spots that almost glittered.

Starless didn’t truly know what flower this was, but something in her gut told her this was it—this was Nightshade.

She swooped over to observe the flowers with a leap and flap of her wings. With wide eyes, she licked her toothy lips in anticipation. She bent down, and in reverent solemnitude, did what had to be done: she shoved her snout all the way in and took a big sniffer, absorbing every last scent to determine the flower’s origin.

Her mouth dropped open. Oh yes… it smelled sweet, fresh, and good! It was one of the most succulent sensations she'd ever seen, almost like it was speaking to her directly. Taking an even bigger sniffer, she observed that the pollen of the plant didn’t even begin to suggest it would make her sneeze—rather, it reinvigorated her mind and focused her thoughts even more on the pretty flora.

She squished her silly little cheeks with both hooves in delight. There was no denying it. Surely, there was no other flower than Nightshade that could make her feel as good as this!

As if the plant had heard her, it spritzed her with another light shower of its pollen, almost like it was telling her how much it looked forward to being pollinated. Of course, that was something Starless would do. She was getting wet just from the thought of it!

Wait, what?

A shudder of pleasure ran through her body, and she shivered in delight. Cheeks flushing at the sudden development, she gave the flower another sniff.

Well, yes, she was very excited to have gotten her hooves on the plant, and—

sniff

—yes, it was true that excitement and arousal were very similar things, and—

sniff

Of course, it was completely normal to feel her pussy wink and gain the sudden need to touch herself while thinking about it.

Another sniff.

She squirmed markedly as the flower sent another puff of pollen directly into her face. Her eyes unfocused and drool began to trickle out of her mouth as her jaw slackened. Yet, her mind remained sharp, incredibly sharp, completely focused on the pretty flowers.

She couldn’t stop sniffing.

And now she was really touching herself, sticking her rear in the air and flagging her tail, her hoof gently stroking at her folds. Her breathing quickened, and her tail flicked back in response. Every puff of pollen seemed to make her body crave more—more touch, more pleasure.

Her hoof moved in slow, teasing circles, rubbing her swollen lips as the heat inside her grew unbearable. She bit her lip, wings twitching at her sides, the soft friction of her hoof sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling body. Every breath she took brought in more of that intoxicating pollen, and with each puff, her head grew lighter, more consumed by her growing lust.

The sweet, heady scent overwhelmed her senses, turning her legs to jelly, her heart thudding in her chest. The soft sounds of her slick arousal filled the clearing as she pressed down harder, seeking more—needing more. Her juices stained the grass beneath her as her pussy clenched hungrily around nothing, aching for release.

Her moans filled the meadow as her hips moved in time with her strokes. Something… something was calling her. She needed to do more. To help the flower grow.

On shaky legs, Starless climbed up, wings fluttering for balance as she presented her dripping cunt to the flower, her marehood winking, aching. Juices dripped freely onto the ground below as she spread her legs wide, her tail high, and her thoughts hazy.

Why was she doing such a thing?

Of course. She needed to water it. She needed to give it nutrients. To make it grow nice and big and strong. She was a good girl, after all. Such a good girl, Starless, so willing to take good care of her plants.

She was g-going to c-cum- ahhh~!

With a gasp, her hips jerked, and she sprayed all over the flowers, making sure to cover them with every last drop of her fluids. Her hooves were slick as she continued to stroke herself, moaning and riding the waves of her pleasure.

Once she was done, panting and stumbling on weak legs, she finally turned back around to look at the flowers. Observing them again, they'd seemed to respond instantly, growing just the slightest bit bigger, their flecks of spotted color shimmering all the brighter.

Good. That meant they were ready for the next step.

She dug into the loose dirt surrounding the plant until it gave way, using her hooves to grab the flowers out, dirt, cum, and all. She dropped them into a special knapsack she had prepared just for the occasion. She wasn’t quite sure how she knew this would be the perfect environment to transport the flowers in, but something in the back of her mind told her not to worry about it.

What were these flowers for again?

Ah, yes—Nightmare Moon.

Her Queen would be so proud of her for spreading these flowers all across Equestria upon her return!