With a Side of Carrots and Roses
Sweet Endings Under the Moon
by Peppy Cloppingskull
Sweetie Belle sighed for the millionth time since she had departed from the streets of Ponyville with her sister. The sleek, black carriage transporting them shuttled through the air with little resistance due its magical properties, but no amount of speed on the craft's or pegasi's part could get her to their destination fast enough.
"Rarity! I'm so bored! Can't they go any faster?" She huffed and poked her head through a set of crimson curtains, trying to see through the night's darkness in a vain attempt to catch sight of the Night Queen's castle. Even with the light of the moon and the recent additions of more brightly colored houses and buildings around it, the obsidian structure and its suburban neighbors were still too far away to pick out on the landscape.
"Sweetie Belle, get back in here and wait patiently like a good filly. You're going to ruin all the hard work I put into your mane." The filly sighed again and returned to her seat across from her sister, her once perfectly-styled mane now blown straight back by the wind. "Oh, Sweetie. What am I going to do with you? Come here. I can't have you looking like a Wilder-Pony if we're going to be meeting with Twilight and the Queen."
"But it's just gonna get messed up again! Moonie and Cherry are going to wanna play when I get there!"
“No buts! We should be there soon, so just endure with it for a while longer. For me?” The alabaster mare pouted her lips and batted her eyes eliciting an eyeroll from her little sister as she gave in and hopped down to the floor in front of her. “Thank you, dear. You know how much it means to me, even if they are our friends. Appearances are everything, after all.”
“I know, I know.”
The minutes dragged on seemingly endless for the young unicorn. They had left early, due mostly to the insistence of a certain filly trio days prior, but no amount of preparation for the long ride could lessen Sweetie’s anticipation for the upcoming reunion or the effect it had on her patience. Luckily, all the time Rarity spent fussing over her mane to get all of her taffy-colored locks back into place and the many hours of near-constant boredom before that finally paid off as the carriage dipped into its descending dive.
In an instant, Sweetie was back at the window, staring out across the expanse of multi-colored homes and shops until the menacing, black walls of the queen’s dwelling slipped into view. She squealed in delight as the pegasi passed over the outer blockade’s parapets and landed in the cushioning grass of the outer courtyard. The moment the vehicle came to a halt, the filly was out the door and rushing to meet with a similar pair of frantic foals.
“Hey Moonie! Cherry!” In a flash of colors, the filly trio collided and tumbled in the grass, giggling, only to regain their footing covered in dirt, much to Rarity’s dismay.
“Sweetie! I just fixed your mane and you’ve already ruined it again!”
“It’ll be fine, Rarity. They’re still children, after all. You can’t expect them to pay our instructions too much mind.” Twilight stepped up beside the foals and returned their dirt-covered smiles. “Why don’t you go ahead and play while we catch up with Rarity? We’ll come find you when it’s lunch time.”
Sweetie turned to her sister, her eyes wide and pleading. Rarity chuckled under her breath and waved her off with a smile. “Go ahead, just be sure to wash off before you come to the table. We don’t need dirt in our food, too.”
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” With a tug, Moon Beam urged the other two inside and into the magically lit hallways.
As the fillies disappeared behind the closing castle doors, Twilight leaned towards her black lover. “Do you think we should keep them out of the library?”
The alicorn glanced down at her mare and shook her head just slightly. “There is not any need. There are several spells in place for the tome.”
“What was that, darling?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, Rarity. What do you say we follow the girls inside and have some tea made?”
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Sweetie skidded to a halt as she ended her mad-dash in front of a pair of ornately decorated doors. She stared curiously at the thorn-shrouded books carved into the door’s face as if drawn to whatever was beyond them. For a split second, she thought she heard her name being whispered into her ear. It was soft, soothing, but over all that, enticing, reminding her of the rose patches Roseluck tended for Rarity.
“Sweets, whatcha doin’?” She started as Moon Beam’s words broke her out of her sudden trance. “Did ya wanna go in? It’s just a library. Mommy Twilight stays in here a lot.”
Sweetie Belle stared at her outstretched hoof and slowly returned it back to its place on the ground. “Huh. When did I stop here?” She looked to her companions, but all they could provide her with was a quick shrug. She returned the gesture and turned to follow the other two as they continued on down the hall, but that same, mysterious voice called out to her again. “Did you two hear that?”
“Hear what, Sweetie Belle?” Cherry tapped the alabaster filly’s shoulder and, when she didn’t seem to register the touch, followed her gaze towards the mural. “It’s the same as it’s always been. Do you hear anything, Moonie?”
“Nope! We should check it out! It must be sweet if we can’t hear it, though! Let’s check it out!”
“Moonie, wait!”
Without heeding Cherry’s cry, Moon Beam burst through the door wearing her face-splitting smile. She paused in her assault, spun on a hoof, and beamed back at her friends. “Come on! Let’s find what Sweet’s hearing!”
“It’s a mare’s voice!” Sweetie’s words went ignored as Cherry followed her fillyfriend with gusto, ignoring her cherry-yellow mane as it bounced to-and-fro in her face. Another shrug later and she, too, was following their lead, sprinting between the towering bookcases in search of the disembodied speaker.
Their giggles echoed in the unoccupied room, bounding off the high walls and shelves until not even the sounds of the foals’ hooves clopping against the floor could be distinguished. Books were flung off shelves and left to pile on the floor, forgotten as they moved on the peek behind the next row until there wasn’t any room to safely move about without stepping on the backs of the tomes.
Sweetie stuck her head through a bookcase and came nose-to-nose with her earth pony companion. “Did’ja find anything Sweetie Belle?”
“No. I can’t hear the voice anymore either. It’s like it just disappeared.” She pursed her lips and glanced around. “Maybe I was just hallucinating?”
“Well, real or not, this was fun! Do you think we’ll find more stuff to-”
“Oh! Look at what I found!”
Moon Beam’s shrill cry of triumph startled the pair out of their conversation, and drew their attention towards the navy filly in question. Together, they followed the source of the words until they found the smoke-maned foal standing victoriously over a large, leather-bound book. Sweetie glanced behind the unicorn and into the slide-away section of wall that had obviously once held the massive tome. “How did you find it in there?”
“Dunno! I walked by and my horn tingled, so I looked closer and it opened right up!” She beamed at them and rubbed the tip of her horn, flaking off a bit of black soot from the tip. “The book exploded my horn, too! That felt funny.”
“Exploded?” Cherry crept closer to the singed appendage, shifting the hefty book with a hind leg and gently nudged it. Out of nowhere, Moon Beam’s horn flashed with power and sent it coursing through the connection between them, through the earth foal’s body, and into the leather cover through her static-charged tail. She yelped as the charge shook her body, but otherwise seemed unharmed. “Moonie! That hurt!”
Well, it was amazing for me, dear.
“The voice!” Sweetie’s voice cracked with the startled cry as she spun about, searching for the source. “Where is it?”
Right here, little sweetie. The trio turned to stare at the dusty, brown book and jumped back in fright as it flipped open. The pages fluttered before them, turning rapidly over and over and flashing the cryptic words and designs printed upon them until it stopped midway through.
A dark green circle filled with strange runes and ornate markings spanned the papers’ length. One by one, the markings and ancient words began to glow, filling the well-lit room with it’s eerie, neon light. The three stood transfixed, gaping in awe as a single, brable-clad hoof reached from the design and planted itself on the black floor followed by another similarly covered twin. The muscles under the forest-green fur tensed and seemed to strain as they pulled the rest of being through the portal.
First came the head, shaped like a beautiful mare’s with a mane of fine, rose-red locks and crowned with a halo of thorns and thick, purple blooms. Her pristine, white teeth grit with effort as she pulled her shoulders from the book, then her lithe, supple body. Her hind legs scrabbled for purchase as they followed, causing her to shed the delicate rose petals adorning her flanks in the flurry. Finally, her tail, a mass of rosy curls, slipped from the runes with a pop and shook as she stretched.
“Oh, my, my, my! It has been ever-so-long since I’ve tasted the sweet flavor of Equestrian air.” Her melodic voice flowed through the air like a spring breeze rustling the grass in a silent meadow as she inhaled a deep lungful of air and let it loose with a sigh. “It really is such a joy to finally be free once again.” She snapped her head towards the foals and opened her eyes, flashing her oaken brown irises as she regarded them with an enchanting grin. “Now, to whom do I own thanks for my release?”
“I’m Moon Beam!” Unperturbed by the magical appearance of the mysterious ‘mare’, the navy unicorn bounced in place, her smile as wide as ever. “I zapped your book! This is Sweetie Belle and Cherry Tart! Who are you, lady?”
“W-what are you?”
“How did you know my name?”
“Are those thorns re- Ouchie!”
“Shush, my delectable children. There isn’t any need to rush. I am a being of Tartarus, from the Silverfall Glade. You may call me Flora.” She smiled sweetly down at them, covering the flash of desire in her eyes as they trailed over their plump, filly forms.
“Twilight says the things in Tartarus are bad. Girls, we should get out of-”
Cherry froze mid-sentence as the blossoms lining Flora’s crown of thorns burst open with a shower if shimmering, golden pollen. Their bodies suddenly lost all manual function and their minds became clouded by the sweet scent now permeating the air. They found themselves drawn to the mare and moved closer against their will. “Oh, come now, dear. You can’t leave before I give you your... reward.... Why, what kind of pony would I be if I didn’t thank you.”
Flora moved closer and trailed a hoof across Sweetie’s jaw, causing the filly to shiver at the surprisingly loving caress. “So soft.... Like a field of flowers....” Her mind grew ever more clouded as the mares words teased her ears and the thorns scratched gently across her skin that she found herself yearning for more when the touch disappeared as it moved on to its next target.
Cherry tried to fight against the partial paralysis, but any semblance of concentration was wiped away as Flora nuzzled her cheek and blew gently into her ear. She, too, shuddered and felt her tail twitch in an all-too-familiar manner. Her body groaned against her will and leaned closer as the earthen mare moved on to her fillyfriend. “Do not worry, there will be much more for all of you.”
Flora didn’t even have to initiate with Moon Beam as the filly nuzzled against her without urging, rubbing her downy coat against her leg. “Eager, are we. Perhaps you’ve inhaled more of my blessing than I intended.” She smiled widely and graced the unicorn’s forehead with a light kiss. “It’s no matter. It’ll be all the sweeter in the end....”
She stepped back, transfixing them with her gaze once more. She could smell the first signs of their arousal in the air and sighed happily. “Intoxicating.... The children are always so much... yummier.” Flora laid herself out on the ground and beckoned the foals with a smoldering gaze and a wave of her hoof. “Come, my pretties. It is time you took your reward.”
With all thoughts overpowered by visions of the enchanting being before them, the foals crossed the few feet separating her from them in a second and piled on top of her. Their hooves trailed up and down her barrel and stomach, sliding across her fur as they fought for their position in her presence. Flora sighed at their frantic touching, revelling in their adoration, but her eagerness to taste of their innocence was too much for her patience.
Her thick tail’s curls unraveled and coalesced into several thick vines that snaked their way from her backside to coil around the midsections of each filly. They yelped in unison as they were pulled away from her body to hover in the air only inches away from her face. She could smell their fillyish musk much clearer now and glimpsed flashes of pink from between the dangling hooves as their young marehoods winked in anticipation. “Mmmm, this is wonderful! I’ve never had three at once before!”
More of the tentacles climbed their hind legs and gently pulled them apart to expose their thick lips to the air. They snaked further up their legs until the thick, blunt tips teased across their folds, sliding and slipping across the moistened entrances. They groaned at the touch and their bodies instinctively tried to push against the appendages, but, despite their best efforts, they couldn’t move against their restraints.
Flora grinned and lowered Sweetie to her face, shoving the foal’s swollen mound against her muzzle and slid her bulky tongue into the waiting hole. The unicorn’s opened her mouth in a silent scream as the tentacle-like muscle pierced her straight to her core and teased at her cervix. The mare sucked at her entrance, nosing apart her lips in an attempt to absorb as much of her sex into herself as she could even as the other two foals squirmed under the tortuous teasing of their own would-be intruders.
With a heated cry, Flora pulled away from Sweetie’s sex, her prehensile tongue hanging lewdly, and rubbed the filly’s come into her skin, shivering as her own marehood filled the air with her flowery arousal. “Oh, my. You’re so much better than I expected. What a perfect treat after my imprisonment.” Her lustful gaze turned to the other two as a vine replaced her tongue between alabaster thighs. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you.” She finally slipped the bulb-tipped member into their aching tunnels, relieving them of their longing and the remainder of any resistance that lingered in their minds.
All four ponies huffed through the stimulation as the members undulated and writhed inside the fillies, stretching them. Despite the direct stimulation, Flora yearned for more and lifted a hind leg. Rose petals fell from her thighs, drifting across her swollen teats and sticking to the thick, syrupy fluid oozing from her flower. She wasted no time in drawing Moon Beam and Cherry to her nethers, urging them to tend to her desire with powerful thrusts against their cervixes.
Addled by lust, Cherry latched onto a nipple and suckled vigorously, groaning as her mouth was filled with sweet nectar. Moon Beam reacted similarly and immediately buried her face in the thick folds and lapped up the mare’s honey. The fluid quickly coated her muzzle, dripping its sweetness on the floor and her fillyfriend’s legs. Cherry’s hooves kneaded at the mare’s flesh as she was released from the mare’s grasp and allowed free movement. She laid on her side, giving Flora easier access to her backside that the mare took full advantage of by slipping another length into her depths.
Cherry gasped and bit down on the teat, making the creature scream in sudden climax, that filled Moon Beam’s mouth with her come. The tentacles pumping in the fillies’ marehoods convulsed, spilling globs of seed-filled sap into their clenching tunnels. The viscous fluid seeped from around the vines, and stained the obsidian a dark amber as Flora came down from her orgasm, the first of many long centuries and only the first of the night.
“Mmm, such a fierce grip you have, my sweet Cherry. I wasn’t expecting that at all....” She pulled herself from the quivering foals and set them side-by-side between her legs. “But have no fear, that wasn’t the end. I have so much more in store for you....”
“Mmmn.... D-don’t want... more....” Sweetie’s head sagged against Flora’s thigh as she attempted to stand. The fog in her mind was slowly slipping away, her free-will of mind finally returning despite her body’s yearning for the return of the feeling of being filled by the plump vines.
“My.... The pollen’s already wearing.” Her grin widened as her tentacles multiplied, splitting apart from each other and returning to their original thickness. “That’s alright, though. By the time I’m through, you’ll be screaming for another reward.” Once more, the trio was lifted from the ground, suspended by their waists and legs by the creeping vines, and spread. The shafts began to slicken, secreting an oily slime from the miniscule pores dotting their lengths, and cover the girls’ coats as they coiled around them.
Sweetie Belle grimaced as the repulsive slime seeped into her skin and tried to writhe free of its grasp, but her body was still too weak, almost as sluggish as her clouded thoughts. The dull ache under her tail wasn’t helping either, a fact that was made all the more apparent with each flash from her winking marehood. She could feel the mare’s come seeping from her entrance, wanting nothing more than to get it cleaned off, but, as the bulbous head of one of the creature’s vines arched itself in front of her muzzle, she knew it was too late to try and escape.
The tendril pressed up against Sweetie’s lips, teasing them open with little effort, and slipped into her mouth. The fluid coating it tasted of fresh roses, counteracting the initial the revulsion of its sickening texture, which eased its passage down the filly’s throat. It convulsed inside of her, teasing her tongue and throat, then slipped back to dance in her mouth. She glanced to her friends and found them in similar situations, not that it surprised her, but they seemed to be enjoying it much more. They each had a tentacle, much thicker than the one moving back to penetrate her throat again as evidence by the slight bulge in the plump stomachs, deep in their mounds with more poised to join in, poking and prodding at their entrance for a chance to join their brethren. Their moans of pleasure filled her ears until those, too, were silenced by lengths of green.
A different movement brought her focus back to the Tartarian mare and she would have jumped in surprise had she been capable. Flora stood right in front of her, her tempting smile stretching across her face. “Enjoying yourself? Your friends certainly are and, mmm..., they feel divine.” Flora stood on her hind legs and ran her hooves across her coat, drawing sensuous circles around her nectar-swollen breasts. “I must apologize for the pollen. It can usually keep you at my whim for hours, but that’s nothing my... love... can’t solve. In fact, you should be feeling it very soon.
“Now, why don’t we get you caught up with the other two?”
Sweetie’s eyes widened as more vines rose into view for a split second only to disappear behind her. She wanted to fight and put up as much resistance as she could, anything to keep herself from being overwhelmed again, but all of the little strength she had thought returned to her body was gone; the dull ache of her fillyhood was slowly building into an heavy, burning need. She winked harder, feeling more of the viscous sap splash across her legs along with something else, something more slick, something more personal. Then, just as the desire was beginning to send her backside into pre-orgasmic convulsions, the first member shoved itself into her anxious slit.
Her squeal of delight was muffled by her mouth's intruder, but its meaning was not lessened. Her brain warred with itself, struggling between the side that found the act terrifying and the much larger portion that yearned for more. The tentacle, as if reading the dominant portion of her mind, suddenly doubled in thickness, stretching her filly hole wider as it plumbed her core. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but whether it was due to her fear or the startling orgasmic joy brought on by the very direct stimulation, she didn't know.
Nor did she want to find out.
"Oh, dear. Crying, are we? Now, we can't have that, love." Her hoof went to her chin, seeming to ponder the predicament, and raised her hoof as if she hadn’t already known what she wanted. “Oh, I see what it is! You just aren’t getting enough as your friends, so you’re jealous.” The mare’s ecstatic grin slipped into a sweet, almost motherly smile. “Well, that can be easily remedied, can’t it? Why, I’ll even have them join you!”
Sweetie’s tired eyes watched from beneath her sweat-soaked mane as Flora drew the other two fillies beside her, displaying their sopping hind ends with near-manic glee. Their sultry moans disturbed her, but she couldn’t ignore the overwhelming scent of their arousal, not with the tentacles splashing their juices across her muzzle. She stared, transfixed by the scene, vines vigorously slamming into their slits and reaming their backsides, unable to even close her eyes to block out the sight. Then, she felt the tell-tale bulge press against her tailhole, trying to force its way past the puckered barrier, followed by another pushing past her blood-engorged petals.
They slipped in simultaneously, forcing her open as her mouth was finally freed of its invader. Her breaths came in heavy pants, but the respite was short-lived as Moon Beam’s bottom was immediately shoved against her lips. With her muzzle pressed into her foal friend’s rose and the flow of oxygen through her nose blocked off, she had no choice other than to open her mouth over her unicorn friend’s backside. Without missing a beat, Flora took advantage of her need to breathe, pulling herself from the foal’s tailhole, and pushed Sweetie Belle’s mouth to take its place.
The snow-white unicorn’s mind finally gave in, unable to tolerate the internal war as her body was ravaged, the sweet taste of Moon Beam’s rose being the final straw.
The navy filly moaned as her friend’s tongue teased her gaping pucker, a sweet cry that was muffled by the member Sweetie had replaced; her throat bulged as the shaft expanded and slid further in. Sweetie Belle watched as the bulging length crept through Moon Beam’s insides, she saw it pause and coil upon itself like a knot, over and over, in the foal’s stomach until it was inflated like a balloon, and she waited anxiously for she knew, somewhere in the back of her tingling mind, what was coming next.
Her focus was suddenly split when Cherry’s backside pressed against her own, rubbing their cheeks together and allowing the vines to swap holes, twisting and writhing between the two foals. The member in her rear twitched, and pressed down as if it was trying to pincer the flesh separating it from its friends. She felt the bulbous head of Flora’s tail press down her tongue inside Moon Beam’s hole and slip into her mouth, drawing her attention back to the plump rump in her vision. Her own inner walls twitched, spasming at the vigorous attention Flora was giving her love hole, her horn pulsed as a signal for the verge of orgasm, just within reach yet somehow unattainable. All she needed was a final push.
Then she felt it.
Cherry’s dock pressed against her own as the foal was smushed closer, the red filly’s unoccupied tailhole rubbed against her. Another vine popped from the earth foal’s pucker and pushed past the one spreading Sweetie’s anus open. In the back of her mind, she pictured herself strung up between her two closest companions, bottom to mouth and tail to tail, being skewered by Flora through the entire lengths of both of their bodies. She could see neither of the foals, nor any of the powerful, glistening shafts as her eyes had rolled up into her head, but their presence was predominant inside of her.
It was all too much. Her horn sparked, setting off magical fireworks in the air as all of her holes were pumped relentlessly by the fleshy tendrils. Her body convulsed, jerking in orgasmic bliss as she clamped down with her over-stuffed entrances. Her climactic scream echoed from around her faux gag, topped only by a matching cry from the mare holding her in sexual thralldom. More seeded sap shot into her, filling her stomach, womb, and tailhole, along with those of her friends, until her gut bulged and distended; the fluid's exit blocked by the throbbing, engorged members.
After what seemed like hours to the well-sexed filly, Flora sighed heavily and fell to the ground, withdrawing her vines just as carefully as they were deployed. The trio was set on the bodily-heated floor, the two Mareland residents with their heads laid gently across their Ponyvillean friend's bloated stomach, in a small cluster of post-orgasmic foals.
The mare watched them, the deep-seated lust gone from her eyes, with care, making sure they hadn't been truly harmed. They had enjoyed it, that was for certain as she had sensed their feelings when their bodies had become one, but the white one she was not sure of. "Still she sheds tears." She stood, allowing her tail to return to its naturally curly state and conceal her sopping marehood, and traced her hoof across Sweetie's thick belly. "I hope you remember Flora's reward fondly."
The taffy-maned unicorn's eyes slipped shut, sending her into a deep slumber alongside her companions.
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Sweetie Belle shot up from her slumber, almost falling off the plush, red cushion she had been laying on, as the royal carriage jolted in its flight. She scanned her surroundings, utter confusion showing plainly on her face until a pristine, white hoof caressed her face, making her aware of the warmth pressing against her back. Her head tilted back, checking behind herself to find Rarity smiling sweetly. “R-Rarity? What are we.... Where’s Moonie and Cherry?”
The older unicorn chuckled into her hoof and gently patted her little sister’s mane, smoothing a lock that had rebelled during her slumber. “They’re back at the castle, Sweetie. It’s not a surprise that you don’t remember. The three of you were so exhausted that you slept through the entire day!”
“All day!?”
“Of course, Sweetie. It’s almost ten already.”
“But.... I don’t remember falling asleep! We were playing in the library, then.... I don’t remember!”
The mare’s smile faded slightly. “You don’t... remember?” The foal nodded hesitantly causing Rarity to shrug with a sigh. “Well, it’s not too surprising, darling. You were out cold, after all....” She trailed off, allowing her mind to wander until her eyes crossed a flash of purple on the seat across from them. “Oh, of course! Sweetie, I have a gift for you from Twilight! It’s a rare flower that the Germane ponies call Liebsblume. Supposedly, it only grows on the crown of a Tartarian creature called a Maredragora. Isn’t it simply beautiful?”
Sweetie Belle glanced at the flower and her depressed gaze disappeared, replaced by one of confused desire. Visions of vine-wrapped flowers and sweet sap danced in her mind, reminding her of something recent. Something terrifying.
Something wonderful.
A drop of moisture splashed upon her hind leg as another stained a foreleg.
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Author's Note
Author’s Notes: Forty-five hundred plus words of fun and joy infused with tentacles, fillies, and other sweet fetishes. Hope you enjoy it, cause I sure as hell did. Nothing says sexy like a pile of fillies getting chain-fucked, amirite? Was hoping to get it out yesterday as an offset to the April Fools joke I was planning, but I changed my mind about it and, instead, finished it the day after. Either way, you get a new story full of stuff that’s about as rare as self-insert waifu-fagging is common and I get to to write a story that fits tons of my fetishes! Win-win!
Now, did Sweetie enjoy it? Did she hate it? Did Flora actually care about the filly's at all? Were they just a means of release through rewarding them? What does Twilight having a Liebsblume mean? Was any of this even real considering how they were found? I’ll let you debate it before I tell you!
Anyhoof, it’s 8 P.M. and I have work on Wednesday, so it’s night night time! Peppy out~!
