She walked up to the trunk-size stem of the plant, as thick as the barrel of her chest and rubbed her neck against it longingly. It was rough, but softened by fibrous hairs that flowed up to the neck of the flower above her head. The leaves were strong enough to bear her weight – she could lay in one if she wanted – but her sights were elsewhere, high up in the heart of the flower, ready to be its captive.
This was an interesting experience.
thats a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG flower
Very interesting start to this, quite interesting. Hotter then I expected, so nicely done.
Having such a big flower, kinda wondering why no pegasi spotted her...