Forgotten Curiosities
Forgotten Curiosities
By: Jexxazrez
“Hey Spitfire!” Soarin called out, tossing her a bottled, icy beverage. “Catch!”
Spitfire caught it in her hoof easily.
“Thanks,” she replied, snapping off the lid with a hoof before taking a long, refreshing swig.
Spitfire was in a jacuzzi at the Middle-Leaf Island Resort. The resort had a luxurious cabin located at the edge of an exotic forest it overlooked. From the balcony, one could see the lush canopy of the forest and a waterfall misting the fertile plants around it to the west. If one were to look very closely, one could see all different kinds of wildlife amongst the treetops.
There were plenty more down below, plus a recreational park further east that ponies could visit by way of a walking trail. The rest of the forest remained relatively untouched.
Soarin just recently climbed out of the jacuzzi and was sitting next to his fellow feathered friend. “So, feeling up to a night flight tonight?” he snickered at his own little ‘triple rhyme.’
Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Hmmm... are you sure you wouldn’t rather just loaf around? ‘Cause that’s what I’m here to do.” She kicked back and placed her forehooves behind her head.
“Mmmyeah, but we’re a part of The Wonderbolts. We need to keep in shape, don’t we? Plus, I’m bored,” he half-whined.
“We’re in plenty good shape. Maybe you should find something to do, then.” Spitfire lowered her eyes at Soarin.
“Pleeeeaaasee?” Soarin begged, looking imploringly into Spitfire’s eyes.
Spitfire stared directly into the orbs of the stallion in front of her. He was usually the one for loafing around while she was the one whipping him into shape.---sometimes, literally. If he really wanted to go out for a quick flight, then maybe he was finally having a change in attitude. That made a smile peek from the corner of her lips. Perhaps this time, she would go on a flight with him. She knew how much he hated flying alone, anyway.
She blew out a dramatic sigh. “Oh fine, just this once,” Spitfire droned, getting out of the hot tub and reaching for a yellow towel.
“Awesome!” said Soarin, spreading his wings immediately.
“Just a minute, cowboy. I’m getting dried off.” She rubbed the towel through her mane, restoring it to its usual poofy spiky shape somehow.
When Spitfire opened her eyes, she spotted something curious off in the distance. It was white, fluffy, and had a peculiar atmosphere about it. She could make it out to be a small bird, perhaps - maybe - an owl? She shook her head, then prepared for take off.
* * *
The sight was certainly a peculiar one.
To see a snowy owl roaming near trees of such lush green nature was simply - odd. Although there were a few eyes peering at the high-flying animal, most decided to pay no mind to the owl as it swooped forth through the treetops and grassy fields
Middle Leaf Island was known for having an eerie, yet calming atmosphere, and the wildlife certainly contributed to it with its unusual mix of animal calls. But owls weren’t the only anomaly on this small island consisting of large, rolling hills of green, and low-lying valleys and large, intricate gorges. In reality, even a deep canyon could be spotted if you were to take a carriage ride around the island. There were also ponies, but they weren’t the most peculiar thing to spot, seeing as how the entire island was in its entirety relaxing vacation resort discovered and created for equines to come and have a good time.
Swooping down once more, the owl curved its quick and silent descent into the tall trees, weaving through branches and kicking its talons off the crisp, thick trunks as it passed by, swiftly flying through a hollow and finally halting as it landed precisely on a small, thin branch nearly identical to a halo. This was the creature’s favorite post to watch what happened down on the ground levels of the forest, as it had a clear view of most things for about a mile.
Piercing yellow eyes scanned the area, and quickly spotted something. A mare, or an employee to be exact.
Coming up the hill, a tan pegasus mare with red highlighted hair came into view. She sported a saddlebag with a park logo on it. In her wing she grasped a ‘trash destroyer’ as her company called it, but this mare, called Life Spark, knew that all the destroying was done after she manually picked the trash up from the park.
“Ugh, blasted hikers,” she said. “Why do they always have to leave their trash on the trail?” She grumbled as she locked her green eyes on a stray plastic bottle and picked it up. “Don’t they know it creates more work for those of us that don’t want it?”
As she pondered the injustices of the world, she thought about how many countless times she’d thrown away a plastic bottle or an aluminum can on the ground without a care. Then she remembered she wasn’t the one who had to clean it up. She felt sad for the poor pony who would eventually take her place as the park maintenance worker and guide. She knew these woods better than anyone, but that still wasn’t much. They were just so intimidating, especially at night. There were always strange noises and odd sources of light that could be seen and heard. Therefore, ponies and the park rangers usually just kept to maintaining the trail and the clearings of the park and forest.
Meanwhile, Spitfire and Soarin had taken flight, and they were flying around the top of the forest at a calm, gliding speed.
“So Soarin,” Spitfire said to her companion as she flew right next to him, “do you think you’re up to a hike as well?”
Soarin turned to his flying buddy and shook his head. “Nah, flying’s fine. Why, do you miss going on walks in this park as a kid?”
“What? Of course not. I have some pretty spooky memories of this park as a kid. I just wanted to see if they were because I was so small, or if there really is something to this park,” Spitfire said as she slowly descended into the forest.
“Spooky memories? Like what?” Soarin asked, starting his slow descent behind Spitfire.
“Well, when I was just a little filly---” Spitfire began.
"Oh boy, here we go,” Soarin rolled his eyes.
“And young and foalish---” They both said simultaneously, though Soarin’s was in more of a mocking tone.
“You know, if you keep doing that I’ll have to send you to Wonderbolt Training Academy again.”
“Nah, you wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh really? Just try me.”
“Are you going to tell your story or not?”
Spitfire paused, then gave a nod. “Well, one day I was walking through these woods--- alone. Mom told me that she trusted me enough not to go off the forest path, and she knew I could easily get home safely. I was trotting down a flattened dirt path. The leaves were mostly yellow, with bits of red and brown ones disrupting the color scheme. It was autumn, obviously. That means that it was chilly---”
Spitfire paused as she gathered more of her memories in her mind.
"Oh yes! I was wearing a knit scarf my grandma gave me. I had gotten down to what I think was the middle of the woods, and I saw a glimmer of light off the forest path. Normally, I would have stayed, but the light was so intoxicating, you know? The feeling it gave me was one of comfort and - maybe wonder? I don’t know, it made me want to go see whatever it was.”
“So you went off the main path and towards the glowing distant light?”
“Yeah. And as I went further in the woods, I remember being scared by how big some of the creatures were. I remember seeing a snowy owl
“And did you find anything curious and wonderful?” Soarin asked as they neared the ground, flying just above the canopy at this point.
“Actually, no. I was caught by a park employee and sent back. I was actually not that far off the path he was patrolling, and so when he saw me, he freaked out and hustled to get me out of the forest. He was so quick though, it was almost as if he feared the forest itself. I never did find out what that light meant.”
Spitfire and Soarin then simultaneously touched down on the forest path.
“Oh, wow.” Soarin simply hung his head. “Must’ve been disappointing.”
“I never forgot the feeling it gave me, but I quickly lost my desire to see what it was.”
Just then, every animal - even the insects in the forest - fell silent. All that could be heard was the calm rustling of the grass through the crisp summer breeze that blew through the dark, eerie woods.
Well, there was one animal sound that could be heard.
A light chirping noise.
It was an owl. However, to them it was just another bird by the sound of it.
“Hey, did you hear that? A bird!” Soarin said, pointing out the obvious.
“There are a lot of birds here, Soarin, it’s not that spe---” Spitfire was cut off when she saw something that made her spine shiver.
Up ahead on the path, piercing yellow eyes could be seen peering at the two pegasi on the damp, soft, earthy path. This one was white, and it chirped and fluttered its wings as soon as it was seen, almost as if it registered that he’d been spotted.
“Is that---” Soarin slowly pointed to the owl.
“Yeah, you aren't seeing things.” Spitfire took a cautious step forward.
“Does this mean. - are you - should we follow it?”
“I - funny. I kinda lost my curiosity - but now that I’m here - I kinda wanna get closure on this.” Spitfire then began to trot towards the owl.
Hey, wait for me. I don’t want you going all alone in these woods.”
“Well you’re my flying partner, so of course you can come with me.”
The twosome followed the owl, who was watching them with an unmoving gaze, waiting patiently until they got close enough for him to fly off.
* * *
Whilst travelling off the path and following the owl, Spitfire took note on how the forest was much less scary than before. She was bigger, and had boast-worthy speed and strength. It was much different than how she felt as a young filly. Soarin was walking a few paces behind her.
To the north, a moving light could be seen, and Spitfire remembered what that meant.
“Soarin! Get down!” Spitfire said in a hushed whisper, and they both ducked into the prickly underbrush below.
A mare, the same one we met earlier actually, was trotting down the path, having collected all the trash she felt like collecting. The park was so big, pollution wasn’t much of a problem anyway.
She passed by, and the twosome stood up from the grass again.
“Now, where did that owl go?” She did a quick scan before spotting it, and kept following it. Another familiar light could be seen, and this time, Spitfire took to the air, hovering just above ground level.
“Fly with me, Soarin! We’re close!”
“Alright.”
* * *
Soarin and Spitfire stood in front of where the owl had taken them, the glowing matter was actually a patch of grass that surrounded a pitch black pit.
“So, this is where the owl would have taken you...” Soarin looked at Spitfire, who was rather awestruck at the moment.
“Yeah...” Spitfire took a step forward, sensing nothing but the awe that came with gazing upon this exotic wonder.
“Go on, Spitfire. Satisfy that forgotten curiosity you had so long ago.”
Spitfire looked back at him, smiled and stepped onto the glowing grass surrounding the pit.
She reached the edge, and looked down. Inside, she could only see pitc black, as it seemed to go down for miles. And yet, she knew that it wasn’t an empty pit. She could... feel a presence down there. It was almost as if the presence sent the owl to retrieve her, after all these years. Spitfire could even see something stirring down there, it was almost as if...
...it was rocketing to the surface.
Spitfire gasped, but it was too late to get away. Two vine-like tendrils shot out from the ground and ensnared Spitfire, and started to drag her down the pit.
Soarin Watched in horror, the unexpected attack making it too late for him to save her. She was overcome within seconds, and then disappeared down the hole. He knew he had to get help, and fast.
* * *
Soarin rocketed off the ground, immediately searching for somepony - anypony - who could help. He flew high, but just high enough to have a good vantage point and still be able to see the ground.
After a brief search, he saw what could be the help he was looking for, and zoomed right in, coming in at almost a nosedive.
Life Spark was nearing the end of her patrol, and was thinking of what boring, menial things she’d do. Normally she’d stay up pretty late, and so when she heard the rapid flapping of wings overhead, she was a bit interested as to what somepony was doing up so late in a restricted area of the forest.
Life Spark didn’t have time to think as the figure thundered down to the ground next to her.
“You there, I need your help!” Soarin panted frantically.
Life Spark stood there, dumbfounded by the pegasus in front of her. The cutie mark and hair style was unmistakable, he was Soarin; Co-captain of the Wonderbolts. What was he doing asking her for help?
“Well---” Soarin said after a few seconds. “Please! Spitfire is in trouble, and you know this park, don’t you?”
Life Spark was snapped out of her trance. “Of course I know it well, I work here and yes I’ll help, but on the way you better explain to me what you were doing out so late at night. You know we don’t let visitors in the forest at this hour.”
Soarin suddenly paused. “Actually, nobody told me that.” He admits, blushing slightly.
“Well, it’s pretty much in big red letters on the side of every cabin.” Life muttered with an eye roll.
“You can get onto us later after you help save Spitfire.”
“Fair enough, take me to where she is.” Life Spark expanded her wings and lifted herself in the air.
“Oh you’re a pegasus. Good, that makes things much easier.” Soarin blew out a sigh of relief and flew back to where Spitfire was last seen, explaining the situation to her along the way.
* * *
Meanwhile, Spitfire was being bound against the tentacle wall, whimpering in fear of not knowing what the plant would do to her. She hoped it wasn’t something along the lines of a carnivorous plant, like a venus flytrap.
The plant paid no heed to her struggles, simply pressing her more and more against its soft luminescent ‘trunk,’ which in reality was more of a huge, thick vine. Spitfire was terrified that this plant was going to eat her, but upon a quick glimpse at her surroundings, she saw that there were no bones or skeletons lying about which provided her with some degree of comfort---that is, until her mind theorized that the plant possibly dissolved the skeletons of the ponies it caught as well!
“No, please! Let me go! Why are you holding me like this!!” Spitfire whimpered, still struggling against the vines.
The vines did nothing of course, casting off a mild glow from their very dark green color, giving it a ‘black light’ look against her yellow fur. The vine had an odd contrast to the bright glow of the grass above. Spitfire noticed there being very thin, almost thread-like vines travelling up from the midsection of the trunk-like vine to the rim of the pit where she was ensnared. Almost as if---
Spitfire suddenly put two and two together. This plant could feel! Those threads leading up to the bright glowing grass were like nerve endings, and the grass was like a ‘sensor’ of some sort, as it alerted the plant when something was on it.
But since Spitfire noticed smaller animals on the grass, why did it pick her? Probably because it only ate large prey.
Spitfire caught a glimpse of a vine snaking towards her, and she bit her lip in fear.
“Don’t - don’t eat me, please---” Spitfire begged, as if the plant could hear her.
Spitfire was only half right, as the plant had a ‘brain’ of sorts that gave it the ability to empathize with what it captured. Spitfire’s reaction was common, but it wasn’t permanent. The vine slid against her leg, then trailed upwards to her belly, then her neck, feeling up the curves and form of her body. Spitfire really didn’t want to admit it to herself, but it’s smooth and slow spiraling climb up her leg, midsection, and neck sent a pleasing shiver down her spine. She even felt her wings threaten to stiffen from the tender caress of the vine.
It lingered at her neck for a moment, then sufficed for wrapping around her shoulders and heading for her mouth. Spitfire turned her head away at first, reluctant to take the tempting tentacle into her mouth, but after a while, Spitfire got increasingly more relaxed with being helpless in the tentacle’s grasp. It was almost as if she was getting a secret, hidden pleasure out of it. With her mind slowly becoming more curious with the will of the vine, she slowly turned her head to the patiently-waiting vine, noticed how it didn’t force her to do anything, and parted her lips a little bit, allowing the vine to slide in easily. The first thing Spitfire noticed about the tentacle in her mouth was how much it made her tongue tingle. It was like eating pop rocks, or drinking a carbonated soda. It felt fizzy and made her almost want to giggle. Slowly but surely, she relaxed and her struggling became less frenzied
Just then, another vine started wrapping around Spitfire’s other leg, only this one brushed against her inner thigh.
Spitfire gasped. It felt great.
* * *
Soarin had landed just outside the circle of brightly glowing grass, and soon after, Life Spark landed beside her, looking visibly tired.
“She was near that hole, right over there.” Soarin pointed to said hole.
Life Spark’s eyes widened. “Woah, I’ve never seen this before. What is it?” She asked, mostly to herself.
“Beats me. Spitfire just got too close and got sucked in by some dark green vine or something.”
Life Spark gulped quietly. “Dark green - vine? Never heard of any plant in these woods that ensnares things with vines. Are you sure it wasn’t an animal? I haven’t heard of any animal here that does that either.”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t close enough to find out. Can you think of anything we could do? I mean, haven’t you seen this anywhere before in the park?”
“No, I honestly haven’t. We aren’t really allowed to go off the park trail, but I assumed that was because we wanted to keep mother nature untouched.”
Soarin nodded accordingly. “Now we know it’s a safety hazard.” He bit his lip nervously.
Life Spark bit her lip as well. She liked Spitfire - a lot. She was her first celebrity crush. Since then, she’d moved on with other mares and stallions alike, but this was an opportunity to impress her. She wanted to be the one to save her, and yet, she was scared of this plant. If it managed to ensnare Spitfire so unexpectedly... what could she do to safely go in there? She would just have to be more careful, that’s what. Couldn’t be too hard to dodge a single plant, right?
“Stay here, I’m going to try something.” Life Spark said, not entirely sure of her plan yet.
“W-wait! Are you sure you don’t want me to help? I’m a strong flyer, you know.”
Life Spark got an idea. “Soarin,” she gazed seriously into his eyes, “I need you to go and get some rope after I go in.”
“Why? If you want to get out, you could just fly.”
“Not that reason, I mean what if she’s caught in something? We wlll need some leverage to pull her free, won’t we? Plus, what if she can’t fly? She could be injured, or have something stuck to her wing or something...”
“Wow, that’s pretty smart, actually, thanks.”
“I’m a good survivalist, working here, you need to know how to come up with strategies in tight spots.” Life Spark beamed, glad to be able to show off her knowledge finally.
“That’s a pretty useful skill, I’m glad I found you when I did. Miss...”
“Call me Life Spark.” She smiled, took a deep breath, and set foot on the glowing grass.
* * *
Meanwhile, Spitfire had two tendrils wrapped around her legs, one around her tummy and feeding into her mouth while the other lingered around her leg and caressed her inner thigh. As stated before, the plant was empathetic, and it felt how much Spitfire liked being touched on her inner thigh. Spitfire was taking deep, shallow breaths through her snout and fighting back, rather weakly, her urge to moan quietly with a blush burned across her face.
Suddenly, all movement from the vines abruptly stopped. Through the silence, Spitfire heard two voices up at the top of the pit. Then she noticed some of the threads moving, probably meaning that they had picked up movement. Two stray vines from somewhere along the giant plant slithered upwards, stopping a few feet below the rim of the pit.
Spitfire knew that that meant, and tried to scream something - anything - to alert whoever the pony was, and desperately hoping it wasn’t Soarin. Not because she felt she was in danger - in fact, she now felt a sense of security in the plant’s warm grasp - she just didn’t want him to see her like this. Helpless, vulnerable, and wet.
“Alright, let’s take a peek inside this thing.” Life Spark said, peering slightly down into the pit.
No sooner had she said that, a vine lashed out and wrapped around her forehoof.
“Oh no you don’t!” She raised her other hoof and brought it down to hit the vine around her ensnared hoof. “HAAII!” But before it hit, the other vine caught that hoof as well. “Yaa---?” The last part of her voice had a mix of shock and realization in it.
Soarin caught glimpse of this and acted quickly, being ready this time. “Hold on, Life!” He dashed forward with legendary Wonderbolt speed and grabbed hold of her, and began to fly, pulling her up.
The two vines quickly realized that they would have to fight for their ‘prey,’ and tugged using their own strength.
“Not - gonna - lose you, too!” Soarin gritted through his teeth, pulling with all his might.
Life Spark was panicking, not so sure that Soarin could do it and wishing her wings weren’t pressed up against his back so she could help as well. She didn’t know what this plant would do to her, and she was admittedly a bit scared. But if it did get her, she needed to give Soarin something to do so she could possibly save herself and possibly Spitfire - if she was still down there.
“Soarin, if I get taken down by the plant, I need you to enact that same plan with the rope. If we’re able to grab hold, pull us up. It’s a long shot, but it’s the only thing I can think of.”
“Okay, I gotcha. But this plant isn’t going to win on my watch!” He gathered up all his energy and gave it his all in speeding upwards - only to have Life Spark slip from his arms. The tentacle’s strength was just too much, and his grip wasn’t tight enough.
Soarin watched her quickly fall, her velocity increased by the force the vine had exerted in getting its prey. He would have immediately dove after her, but then remembered the rope plan and dashed away to find one as quick as he could, praying to Celestia that both mares would be alright.
* * *
Spitfire heard the whole thing, from a distance at least, and watched as Life Spark fell into the hole and was ensnared by other vines in there. The two around her hooves stayed put, but two more wrapped around her hind legs. Life Spark whimpered and tugged at the vines, much like Spitfire did, but it was no use. Life Spark looked up and saw Spitfire pinned against the glowing thick soft vine wall of the plant, alive and legs spread slightly, getting caressed by a vine.
“Spitfire, what is this?” Life Spark said breathlessly, looking around the interior of the pit with both awe and intimidation.
For a moment, Spitfire didn’t realize her fame and so raised an eyebrow when her name was used, then she remembered her place in society and let out a contended sigh. “I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s anything bad.” Strangely, a smile peeked from the corner of her mouth.
“But it just randomly grabbed us, and now we’re trapped against it’s AAH!” Life Spark gasped as this plant became more direct, poking a vine just above her marehood, inches above her clit.
Spitfire was going to say something, but the vine returned to her mouth and prevented her from speaking. The vine caressing her inner thigh did a similar act, slowly moving up and poking her above her swelling clit. Spitfire could only moan lightly through the vine as it prodded and explored her nethers.
Life Spark was, to put it mildly, having trouble knowing how to feel about the whole situation. She was being tied up with tentacles next to her long time idol with a tentacle poking around her marehood. Truly, she had never been in such a good yet bad situation. She could feel violated that the tentacles were poking around her most private area, or she could enjoy it. The tentacles did feel very good against her skin, and she felt her wings starting to stiffen up behind her.
No no no! You can’t enjoy this! It’s---
The vine by her nether region rubbed its way up and down her wet crevasse, causing her to let out a squeak.
---perfect!
Never before did something feel so warm, so tingly, so arousing against her marehood. It hit every sensitive nerve with the most erotic sensation that made her fur stand on end and her wings shoot off to either side of her in a full spread. A tentacle slid up to her back and gently ruffled her stiff sensitive feathers up and down, strumming her outer pinions and waiting until they stiffened back into their place before starting again.
Life Spark felt something familiar and wet from her marehood drip from the floor, and her spine shuddered, she wanted that vine inside her. Now.
Spitfire was too immersed in sucking the vine in her mouth to notice what Life Spark was going through. It was hypnotizing, intoxicating to feel the vine roll around her tongue and secrete more of whatever was coating it. Her wings were already at full mast, and a vine wrapped around her feathers and squeezed, crinkling her feathers and causing Spitfire to shudder and moan through the vine. The two vines around her legs pulled apart, spreading her hind legs very slowly, but Spitfire didn’t mind, she was so entranced by all the pleasurable sensations the plant was causing her that she welcomed whatever it wanted to do with her. She could feel her marehood drip from her own arousal, and gave a cute moan muffled by the vine.
The giant vine plant felt their intense arousal - the usual reaction to it’s special secretions and precise touch - and it prepared a ‘special’ vine for each of their dripping pussies.
Life Spark felt something bumpy, unlike the other vines slide flat against her marehood. She gasped again, and rolled her hips against it on instinct, trying desperately to get it inside her. Her own juices soaked the vine and the large bumps brushed across her soaking inner folds.
The vine, knowing that she was ready, pulled away, and after hearing her adorable whines of protest against pulling back, softly pushed against her marehood and waited until the force was enough for the bumps to slide inside and penetrate her.
At the same time, Spitfire felt a bumpy vine slide against her clit directly, making another drop of her own arousal fall to the ground below. In response, her hips involuntarily bucked in anticipation. The vine inside her mouth pulled out, leaving her tongue hanging out and panting mildly. Spitfire felt the vine’s bumpy tip press against her entrance, and do the same gradual application of force.
Spitfire gasped repeatedly with short, shallow breaths. C’mon, just a little more---! she thought to herself.
With both mares practically begging for release, both of the vines pushed hard enough to slowly slide themselves into their soaking pussies simultaneously, the bumps pressing up against their squeezing inner walls as they penetrated the mare they were ‘assigned.’
Spitfire and Life Spark moaned simultaneously, though Life Spark, being the younger of the two mares, made more of a squeak when she was penetrated. This time, both were loud enough that they snapped out of their pleasure trance and remembered they were not alone in this pit. They turned their heads to one another, Life Spark stared at Spitfire with half-lidded eyes and couldn’t help but stare at the tentacle buried between her legs, causing her to drip. Spitfire did the same, noting how despite the awkwardness of this, they both were excited about what this plant was going to do to them.
Life Spark wiggled her hips and the blush across her face deepened as she registered that, yes, Spitfire looked extremely sexy when she was about to be tentacle fucked, and yes, a tentacle feels really good inside your pussy! The tentacles sat there, only a few inches inside their marehoods, and started at a steady but slow thrusting pace.
Life Spark wasn’t used to being this helpless during sex, and yet she found it incredibly arousing to have a tentacle wedged deep inside her, hitting all her right places and stimulating her from varying depths with those bumps. The tendrils at her wings never stopped their caress, and her breathing became even more shallow than before as she felt the tendril in her pussy, the tendrils at her wings, and a new tendril, this one latching on to her left teat and sucking, stimulated her entire body. She shook and moaned and twitched her legs in writhing pleasure, and she wished desperately to be able to rub her clit while her hips bucked and juice dripped freely from her marehood and onto the floor below.
Spitfire was suddenly suspended in the air, lying on her back and panting as the tentacle pushed and pulled its way in and out of her marehood. Her ears fell back in relaxation while two tendrils pressed against her teats, sucking them tenderly and covering them in that same tingly secretion that made her teats pucker and caused her to let out a cute squeak in surprise and pleasure. Her back arched and her wings somehow stiffened harder, making them even more sensitive to her back’s tendril’s slow, tender caress. She rolled her hips and drooled out of pleasure from all the things the plant was doing at once.
Life Spark’s eyes were mostly closed, her entire body relaxing except for her hips, which kept bucking and rolling while the tendril thrust its way inside of her. Just then, Life Spark felt the bumps seemingly get fuller and press against her inner walls harder. The sensation made her bite her lip hard, and when it started to slowly rotate, caressing every inch of her clenching passage, her back arched involuntarily and she squealed, helpless to the vine’s will as it climbed deeper inside and pressed firmly against her cervix.
When another tentacle latched onto her other teat and began sucking on that one as well, Life Spark’s back shuddered again, and she could definitely feel a wicked powerful orgasm brewing inside of her.
Meanwhile, Spitfire was having the rutting of her life, eyes rolling around in her head. Unlike the rotating tentacle inside Life Spark, Spitfire felt another bumpy tendril press lightly against her anus before sliding inside, violating both her holes at once and simultaneously sucking her teats harder when it did. She gasped, having never been penetrated there before, but between all the other pleasure she was experiencing, it felt really good. At this point, her marehood had dripped a nice sized puddle on the floor. Similar to Life Spark, Spitfire could feel a very strong orgasm rumbling up deep inside her pussy.
The tendrils wrapped around Life’s legs tightened, her legs were spread further as she felt the tendril expand inside her passage, filling her up even more. A low, raw-throated moan of pleasure erupted from her mouth and her pussy quivered.
Both mares were thoroughly pleased, but not quite done yet. The giant plant knew it was time to deal the finishing blow to both of them.
Spitfire was the first to receive the coup de grace, her tentacle sliding effortlessly even deeper up her passage, heavily-lubricated with the tingly secretion and making her eyes shrink with shock from never being penetrated this...fully before. The one in her ass did the same, nestling about 15 inches inside her cavity while the tendril in her pussy penetrated her cervix and burrowed into her womb. Her inner walls clenched hard at the invader, giving her a sense of sexual intrusion unlike any she’d ever felt before in her life.
The sensations were just too much, and Spitfire’s knees quivered and shook as her own juices gushed from her pussy and generously splashed onto the earthen floor, nearly doubling the puddle in size. It felt so good that she could only let out a squeak before collapsing against the soft bed-like embrace of the vines, her cheeks flush and pussy swollen as the tentacles exited her with an audible ‘pop.’
Life Spark was next, though her orgasm was quicker and more vicious. The tendril deep inside of her pussy began to spin faster, the bumps assaulting her pussy with pleasurable sensations. As if that wasn’t enough, the tendrils sucking her teats began to vibrate, and her hips began to buck faster, her own arousal overriding her control of her own body. The tendril buried inside her soaking snatch spun against her cervix, and effortlessly penetrated into her womb. Life Spark’s womb tried to clench down on the intruder, but this time, the rapid spinning prevented that, and the denied sensation of clamping down sent her arousal rapidly spinning into overdrive.
The poor mare never stood a chance, and her orgasm ripped through her body with aggressive force. Her legs stretched out and twitched, her pussy convulsed aggressively on the spinning tendril to no avail, her juices squirted intensely on the floor below her, and her moans echoed throughout the pit’s walls. She fell limp into the tendril’s grasp, and the tendrils carried her gently to the trunk, and laid her against Spitfire.
The two mares lay against one another for a little bit, barely registering their presence. Both had their heads full of pure bewilderment, and were thoroughly pleased by what had occurred.
Eventually, Life Spark turned to Spitfire, still drunk off pleasure.
“Y’know... this may not be the best time to say this, but you were always my favorite Wonderbolt.”
Spitfire blushed. “Aww, thanks. It’s always good to meet a fan---”
Life Spark giggled. “Even if the meeting was a bit - rough.”
“Yeah---”
Both of them paused for a minute, looking at each other and exchanging awkward glances. It was painfully obvious that Life Spark was attracted to her, what with her playing with her mane and shifting her gaze awkwardly. Spitfire thought Life Spark was a pretty mare herself, and nopony was around for a good distance, Soarin was probably still trying to find some rope, and the vine bed they were pressed up against was really comfy.
Really, really comfy.
Life Spark finally spoke up. “Wanna make out?”
“Hell yeah I do!”
The two mares threw their hooves clumsily around each other in a sloppy embrace of cum and slime, pressing their lips together. The plant, satisfied from all the fresh mare juice in its roots, cradled them both in a cluster of smooth vines.
Carefully, it brought them higher and gently set them amongst the glowing grass. The mares were still going at it, tongues wriggling in each other’s mouths and lips covered in each other’s spit. The plant patted them gently on the heads, then slinked its vines back into the pit.
It wasn’t long after that when Soarin came back, zooming with a large rope in tow. He was determined to save them both, and when he landed back outside the glowing circle of grass. He was surprised, to say the least.
“Wai-wha-what’s going on? Are you two making out!?”
Spitfire and Life Spark snapped out of their shared trance and looked up to see the disapproving look of Soarin glaring into their eyes. Both mares looked at him, and grinned sheepishly.
“It’s a long story, Soarin.” Spitfire said.
“Care to tell me what in Tartarus happened down there?” Soarin inquired, still shocked at tonight’s general progression of events.
“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.” Life Spark answered.
Soarin sighed. “Fair enough. Now, let’s go to our respective homes and forget this all happened.”
Spitfire smirked, then turned to Life Spark and said, “Wanna make out in the hot tub back at our cabin?”
“Would I!”
“Oh buck me!” Soarin groaned.