The Encounter
You grunt as you push another heavy, green leaf out of your path, allowing you to continue on your trek through the forest in search of the elusive herb Zecora had sent you to find. So far, all you had been able to get of her rhyming words had been that it grows near the edge of clearings, and has blue petals with red thorns. In all honesty, you believe she should just find it herself. She would have a much easier time getting through this thick foliage and finding this seemingly nonexistent clearing. On the flip side though, you owe her; not only did she save your life when you appeared in the forest, she also helped you get into contact with the princesses to find a way home.
The snap of a twig and the growling of a timber wolf pull you from your thoughts and you quickly pull the firestone from your pocket, pressing your thumb down upon the small rune in the center of the small, circular stone. A blue fire ignites, engulfing your hand in ethereal flames, but it doesn’t harm you. The enchantment upon the stone makes it so that the flames can burn anything except for the wielder. The little lightshow scares the timber wolf off, and you sigh in relief, glad for the little gift Twilight Sparkle had given you.
Pocketing the firestone into your leather satchel, you start heading in the direction Zecora had pointed you in once again. You walk for a good thirty more minutes before you come upon a pocket-sized hollow in the dense trunks, revealing a small, crystal clear pond in the shape of an oval about fifteen feet lengthwise and a width of seven feet. Just looking at the water makes you realize just how thirsty you are.
Looking around, you spy a root sticking out of the ground that would be perfect for hanging your satchel on. You make your way over to the upright root and hang the shoulder strap on the tip and turn back towards the small pond. You kneel down, making a cup with your hand and gathering up a small amount of the water within it. You sip it cautiously, trying to get a good idea on how safe it could be to drink. Your eyes widen and your thirst flares; this is quite possibly some of the best water you ever tasted!
Placing both hands on the shaded shore, you throw caution to the wind and dunk your head into the clear liquid in an almost feral attempt to sate your thirst. You gulp down several mouthfuls before coming back up for air, the loud gasp echoing off the trees. As you sit for a moment and do your best to catch your breath, the ripples on the water fade and you get a good look at your reflection.
Your ear-length, dark brown hair frames your hazel colored eyes, and the stubble upon your cheeks, chin, and upper lip reveal that you haven’t shaved for several days. You stand up and start unzipping your protective, black leather motorcycle jacket, revealing a white tank top underneath. After ridding yourself of the jacket, you pull of the undershirt to reveal your toned abs that definitely hadn’t been there three months ago. As it would turn out, three healthy meals a day and a lack of the internet could work wonders on a slightly overweight individual.
After staring at yourself for a few more minutes, you begin to debate whether or not to take a little dip in the pond. On one hand, it would be super refreshing, and with no pony anywhere nearby, it would give you the space your bathtub never had, and the privacy the local swimming pool never possessed. On the other, Zecora had sounded like she needed that flower, maybe not urgently, but fairly soon. After another few moments, you think out loud, “Eh, I could just tell her I got lost along the way.”
With that, you strip off your custom shoes made for you by the local seamstress (Who was able to make the most comfortable pair of shoes you’ve ever worn from scratch), your white socks, and your faded denim jeans, leaving you in only your boxers. You collect your discarded clothes, fold them neatly, and place them on the ground just underneath your satchel with the shoes lying on top of the pile.
You turn back around and face the water, walking slowly as you wade into the shallow, water-filled depression. The cool water feels wonderful, and you can’t help but sigh in satisfaction as you lower the rest of your body into the soothing water. You lay your head against the shore and let out an unexpected yawn. How odd; you hadn’t been feeling tired at all just a few moments ago. Another yawn cuts off your next thought, and you realize just how comfy this ground is. You yawn again, stronger this time, and as your eyelids droop to a close, you mutter to yourself, “Hope she doesn’t get too mad.”
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The sound of leaves moving in the wind tells you that you’ve woken from your sleep, so you begin to slowly open your eyes, just to see the weirdest thing. Hovering right in front of you, is a bulb attached to a vine, and it almost seems like it’s looking at you. You lean a little to the right, and it follows you, so you lean a little to the left and it does the same.
The odd plant starts to make you feel a bit nervous, so you begin backing away from it, out of the water, when suddenly the green bulb opens, revealing and unfolding a beautiful pink and red flower. The designs of the petals are mesmerizing, so you stop your slow retreat, and actually lean in to get a better look at the flower. ‘It seems harmless enough,’ You think to yourself, and you reach up to right behind the petals and bring it closer to your face so you can sniff its scent.
However, right as you begin to take in a deep breath, the pink flower convulses and sprays some kind of dust straight into your nose, subsequently sending it into your lungs. You throw away the flower as you cough and hack, your body attempting to expel the unexpected invaders, but it’s too late. Already you can feel the burning of your lungs as whatever the plant did works its magic. The feeling of burning passes into your bloodstream and spreads across your body, causing you to fall backwards before you can stand and scratch at your skin desperately.
That’s when you feel the first change begin down in your feet. It feels like they’re being sucked inward so that they shrink down, and little tingling sensations accompany the hair on said appendages falling out. As soon as the changes are done in your feet, the burning stops there, and the transformation continues up your legs, forcing more hair to fall off and shrinking your shins and thighs as well, making them much more shapely and smooth than before.
The changes pause for a moment, and the burning sensation remains in your body except for in your legs and feet, giving you enough time to look at your legs. “What the hell is happening?” You croak out and grab your throat; simply speaking causes pain to lance through your neck. That’s when the burning focuses on your groin underneath the boxers you’re still wearing, so you attempt to stand and pull the piece of clothing off, but your new legs can’t seem to find their balance. You manage to get the underwear off, but you fall backwards and get the breath knocked out of you when you hit the ground.
You catch your breath and sit back up quickly as you feel the changes on your manhood. Watching in shock, you can see and feel your testicles get pulled up into your lower abdomen, pushing apart from each other to form a pair of ovaries while the tubes fuse together to make a womb. On the outside, the now empty sack splits itself down the middle and tightens against you, forming your new labia. You feel your penis begin to shrink, and you grab at it desperately, not wanting to lose the last vestiges of your manly dignity. Unfortunately, the desperate grasping does nothing to stop your penis from shrinking down and becoming the clitoris of your new womanhood. You stare in shock at your new slit, ignoring the fact that your pubic hairs are abandoning their posts and falling to the ground as well.
This time, the changes don’t wait for you to adjust, and continue without stopping, plumping up your rear a bit and widening your hips in preparation for any childbirth in the future. Your once clear-cut abs fade as your belly area smooths over into the toned stomach of a woman, and you can’t help but gasp as your sides pull in, forming curves that almost any man on Earth would find attractive.
The burning now focuses on your chest, so you just groan and lay back, knowing that there is nothing that you can do to stop the changes from happening. Sure enough, your chest swells as your new breasts form, growing until they stop at about a 36C size. You poke them, and they jiggle a bit as they fill with milk.
The changes to your arms go quickly, and follow the same pattern as your legs did; just a bit of shrinking, smoothing, and hair falling off. Your fingernails lengthen slightly and gain a more prominent curve to their outside edge.
You feel a tingling sensation in your throat as the changes affect your vocal cords, so you let out a note that changes tune from a dry croak into a beautiful soprano. As the burning fades from the rest of your body, it intensifies on your head, forcing you to wrap your arms around it as you wait for the changes, and the pain, to stop. The bones in your face rearrange slightly, giving you lower cheekbones for a more average looking face. Your lips push out just a bit, and your eyebrows slim down to small lines. The change finally reaches your hair, and you feel the opposite sensation from when your arm and leg hairs fell out, your hair lengthening to a good six inches past your shoulders. The color lightens a bit, gaining a kind of red tint to it but still a light brown.
The last of the burning finally fades away as your transformation is complete, so you roll over until you’re on your hands and crawl towards the water, feeling too weak to stand at this moment. Once you reach the edge of the pond, you look down at your reflection and gasp; the woman you see there is beautiful.
“Is that me?” You say to yourself, the melodious sound odd to your ears. The only part of your reflection that you recognize are your hazel eyes, the only thing unaffected by this transformation. After a few seconds, your face contorts in anger as you hit the image in the water and look around for the flower that did this to you.
You spot it a mere seven feet away, watching you and seemingly taunting you as it hangs there. You stand up quickly and almost fall over, not having gotten used to your new center of gravity yet. You grab onto a nearby tree and steady yourself, resolved to rip that damned pink flower into a million pieces.
After taking a few moments to get used to the change in center and that the flower hasn’t run away, you begin walking slowly towards it, trying to ignore the rotation of your hips as you do so. The pink flower just sits there, watching as you come closer and closer to sending it to an early demise.
You get within grabbing distance of the vine, and you reach out to grab it when suddenly, your legs are pulled out from underneath you. You yelp and let an ‘oomph’ as you hit the ground hard. You feel tugging on your ankles and look down as you get dragged further into the forest, your new breasts jiggling annoyingly along the way. You spot a pair of green vines wrapped around your ankles and slowly making their way up your shins.
When you pass the treeline to the hollow, the vines suddenly lift you up into the air and you see the giant, red flower the vines are attached to. You feel two more vines rapidly wrap themselves around your arms, and the ones around shins expand their reach up to your thighs. You struggle as much as you can, but the vines have a tight grip and only allow for a little bit of leeway. They flip you over so that you’re facing the ground and bend your knees so you don’t pass out.
After a few moments hanging there in that compromising situation, you jerk with a gasp as you feel something touch your labia. You look down in between your breasts and tighten your muscles in fear. A new vine has extended out of the pistil and on the end of it is a rod that’s maybe eight inches in length and somewhere between one to two inches in width with small bumps and ridges along its length; it’s not very hard to guess what just touched you.
You renew your struggle to get free, occasionally yelling out for help though you are not sure there is anyone nearby to hear it. Seemingly tired of your struggling, the phallus vine comes closer to womanhood, convulses, and sprays something on it, causing you to jerk and wince in discomfort.
However, the discomfort soon fades and a small heat begins to bloom within your groin. You shift your hips slightly, trying to get rid of it, but it only grows as you rub your thighs together. That’s when you begin to notice a damp feeling in between your legs, and the hardness of your nipples. It was an aphrodisiac!
Suddenly, two more vines come out from behind the petals of the flower and wrap around your breasts, making you gasp and then moan as they rub your nipples. The constant squeezing and rubbing of your breasts turns the small heat inside of you into a bonfire. You hear a ‘pit pat’ as your arousal drips off of your labia and onto the forest floor below.
Your mind starts to become clouded as you look at the phallic vine, and all you can think about is how that might cool the fire raging inside of you. It’s almost like the plant can read your mind because it takes that moment to immediately push up against your womanhood, increasing the pressure until it finally slips in. You throw back your head and your mouth falls open, allowing the sounds of ecstasy to roll out in the form of loud gasps and moans as the plant ravages you.
A small part of your mind tries to protest what’s happening to you, but it’s quickly shoved down by the rest of your brain that didn’t want the pleasure to end. The vines slowly lower you the ground and onto your hands and knees, all the while still pounding into you, turning you into a sweaty, moaning mess.
You feel a vine press your head down into the dirt while keeping your butt in the air, and you knew you didn’t just like it, but you loved it. This little gesture signifies that the plant is the dominant one here, and you are its bitch. This is your place in life, to be the submissive breed station of whatever takes a fancy in you. You feel the vine start pounding wildly, so you know that it is close. You gather your breath, and even though you know the plant can’t understand you, you yell at it, “Yes! Breed me! Make me the carrier for your seed!” You’re unsure whether it was the plant pounding you or your words, but it’s at this point that you experience your first female orgasm.
The explosion of pleasure catches you unaware and your eyes roll back into your head from the pleasure. You’d never known why the women that you’d been with screamed at orgasm, but now, you knew that they had plenty of reason as your own scream of pleasure echoed off of the trees surrounding you. It takes you almost an entire minute to come down from it, but once you do, you’re completely relaxed in the grip of the vines with a dopey smile on your face.
Whether the plant heard you or not doesn’t matter, as it hilts inside of you and stays there for a moment. You’re still dazed from your orgasm, but you’re shaken out of it once feel the bulge pass past your lower lips, through your love canal, and deposited into your womb. Several more bulges push past your lips, each just as pleasurable as the last, until you have a total of five sitting heavy in your belly.
The vines lift your lax body up once more and bring you closer to the flower. You do not resist, being too tired to amount any kind of fighting. You only look down when you feel the phallic vine withdraw from your worn vagina, eliciting a gasp from you. You immediately feel something else replace it, and upon observation, you find it to be the anther of the stamen stuck inside of you. It presses gently into your cervix and begins to vibrate, spreading its pollen into your womb and effectively impregnating you.
As the aphrodisiac finally wears off and you realize what just happened to you let out a scream and fight off the vines, pulling the stamen out of you in the process. The plant doesn’t try to pick you back up as you collapse onto the ground; its objective has been completed. You can still feel your womb, you can feel the five eggs sitting there, packed in by pollen acting like packing peanuts. Looking down, you can see the slight bulge in your stomach.
Finally, all the stress from your ordeal hits you all at once. Unsurprisingly, changing from a twenty-four year old man to a woman of the same age, and then being raped both by body and mind by the plant responsible is a lot to deal with, so you deal with it the only way you can; you break down into tears and sobs.
You cry for what feels like hours, unable to stop due to these new hormones confusing your mind. Eventually you feel a hoof softly touch your naked back, and when you turn to see who it is, you find Zecora’s worried eyes staring into your own. You hiccup, and force a small smile onto your face, “I guess I look like shit, huh?”
Her frown doesn’t change as she reaches with a hoof into her saddlebags and pulls out a silver potion. “Please, drink this deep, for it will put you into a peaceful sleep.” She uncorks the bottle and lifts it to your lips, allowing the strange-tasting concoction to pour down your throat.
The potion takes effect as soon as it hits your stomach, and as your vision fades into black, you manage to whisper out, “Thank you.”