First
Twilight thrashed awake in a cold sweet. Her mane was disheveled and she had a throbbing headache, not to mention a certain itch as well. Oh no… Twilight thought to herself. It’s that time again.
She slowly dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed some water on her face attempting to feel a bit more fresh, but it didn’t work. She took a long look at herself in the mirror before giving a sigh of resignation. There was no getting around it; she was in heat and had the need to breed.
She walked down stairs to the smell of eggs and hay bacon. Normally the pleasant smell of breakfast would cheer her up, but not today. Twilight was never a fan of heat, often times it became more awkward after the lustful desires had been satisfied for both her and the moderately lucky stallion whom she had chosen.
Then there was also the searching, the romancing, the dating, the foreplay. It all just took so much time away from her already busy schedule.
But there was another way, she suddenly realized. A few days after a recent event, in which some seemingly sentient vines attacked ponyville, after the cleanup, she was unwinding with her friend Rarity, simply drinking tea and enjoying each others company, when the pearl white unicorn brought something up.
“Twilight, dear, have you heard?” Rarity had asked rather innocently for what she was bringing up.
“Hmm?” Twilight responded, taking a sip of her tea.
“Well apparently those vines were doing some rather indescribable things to ponies,” Rarity casually sipped her tea. “And by ponies, I mean Applejack and I.”
She went to great lengths to tell about her experience with the vines in great detail, seemingly not noticing how red Twilight’s face was the whole time. But thinking back on it now gave Twilight an idea. An idea so crazy it just had to work.
She left her house with a sense of urgency as her mind was taken over by more base instincts. It was a short flight from her tree to the Everfree Forest. A short trek into the trees was all that was needed before Twilight had arrived at her intended destination.
Unlike the ones that they had encountered earlier, the vines in the clearing had no thorns and looked much more indigenous to the environment. Most of them were coiled tightly around the trees and large ferns. The vine closest to Twilight lifted itself slightly towards her.
“Hey, there,” Twilight said awkwardly. She wondered if it knew what she wanted. “I don’t suppose that you would… you know.”
Apparently it did, seeing as it was already lurching forward towards her without any prompting. It was aiming for her mouth, as opposed to a different area. Not her cup of tea, but it was sex none the less.
“Please be gentle.” Twilight closed her eyes in expectation of her imminent rutt. Twilight felt the tentacle pressing against her lips and she opened her mouth, an action which was repaid with the feeling of the tentacle slithering over her tongue. The feeling was foreign, but not altogether bad. She felt it starting to make its way towards the back of her throat and braced herself to hold back her gag reflex. When she felt it slide past, however, she hardly had time to react before she felt a sudden shock ran through her body.
She could hear the sound of bone breaking as the vine then broke off the tree and slid itself down Twilight’s throat, her body feeling limp. With nothing to keep her steady, she fell to the ground.
Twilight’s pained mind panicked at her current predicament. Her body didn’t respond to any of her commands. She tried to call out for help but quickly found that she had also lost the ability to speak. She felt everything around her and could still see and hear clearly, but she had no control.
If she had any power left, she would have fallen unconscious as the tendrils seeped further into her body. No muscle, tendon, or nerve was spared as it slithered further down her spine. More cracking of the vertebrae could be heard as it continued its trek.
Twilight saw herself cough blood and various bodily fluids once the vine had settled around her spinal column. After a moment of complete inner silence, Twilight felt her front right leg begin to twitch. It moved about in a spasming motion until it had found a good balance on the ground. The left hoof followed afterwards, as did her hind legs.
She fell once again due to the imbalance of muscle strength between her appendages. This continued as a trial and error method until the vine was completely able to stand Twilight up. It flexed every muscle one at a time, starting with her legs in a curling motion then to her tail and eyelids.
The vine proceeded to practice its walking abilities around the clearing. Twilight saw herself cough up more blood as the practice went on. The feeling of her muscles moving without her will filled her with a feeling so base it made her want to vomit. Something foul and putrid moved further into her nerves, shutting out her meager influence that was left.
After it was satisfied that it was able to trot normally, it stopped at a small creek. It peered into the water and began to twist and contort her facial muscles to make random emotions: surprise, joy, fury, and sadness. It mimicked every expression until it almost became as sincere as Twilight would have done.
Suddenly, it dunked Twilight’s head into the water and began to scrub the blood, bile, and saliva off of her face. It waited passively for a minute as the water evaporated and Twilight looked good as new.
Then she began to speak. For the first few minutes all that came out was an assortment of coughs, groans, and nonsensical babbling of different pitch and volume. Being forced to speak was not only revolting but painful as the vines prodded at her vocal cords forcing her to make sounds a pony should not be able to make. Then, it finally started to form words.
“H-h… Hello… I am- I’m… My name.” It took a moment and steadied itself. “Hello, my name is-” It froze. Twilight wondered what it was doing but then she felt it. Sharp, agonizing jolts of pain went through her head as the vines invaded her mind, poking around her memories, emotions, and very being and just as suddenly, it stopped.
It looked over the creek once more to see its reflection and, with an almost sickening amount of genuinity, it said, “Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle.” Its emotion, its tone of voice, its face. It all matched Twilight to a tee.
Without hesitation, the vine trotted away from the creek and out of the clearing. Twilight was horrified as she thought of what it was going to do with her.
The vine stopped outside of the forest and stared at a cottage in the distance, Fluttershy’s. It creeped forward once more towards its new prey. Dragging Twilight's body along like a marionette