Shimmer's School of Hard Cocks pt5

>Only two women were left in Room 101, the last embers of the rebellion slowly blackening and crumbling to the ground with little more than a fizzle.
>Shimmer had already won. She'd won when she stole Twilight from the students.
>They didn't see a passionate leader who would topple Shimmer's regime; they saw a doll with glass eyes, sitting in its case just behind her master.
>Twilight's energy had all but left her, replaced with a stony face that only moved on Shimmer's command.
>Everyone after her, Rarity, Pinkie, Brad, Applejack, they were all simply to please the masses.
>There was no real point in punishing them, Shimmer had even considered the possibility of turning them to demons and using them as minions.
>But with the crowd hungry for blood and the joy she got from snapping Twilight's spirit, she mused the idea of using them all for pleasure.
>And so she stood at the entrance of Room 101, eclipsing the light from the hallway, and scanning her eyes between the two trussed-up women on the floor.
>She looked over their young, nubile bodies, wondering what sort of things they could withstand.
>She had qualms with both women, but one of them particularly stood out in her mind.
>With a twist of her wrist she encapsulated the girl of her choice in the electric crimson aura that every student had come to know.
>The girl within squirmed against the arcane air but she could do little with her limbs tied together.
>Shimmer smirked, turning on her heel with the aura close behind her.
>As they stepped into the light the girl she'd stolen came into view.
>A skinny, yellow girl with soft pink hair floated within the arcane bubble. She was not completely awake, but she did flail against her capsule.
>Her hair was a long curtain of pink, running down to her waist before curling upwards like a fish hook.
>Her legs were nearly twice as long as her torso, ending in dainty yellow nubs with green nails.
>Her breasts bounced between her shoulders, looking far too big to be on her body.
>Shimmer had always been jealous of Fluttershy's size; Shimmer was two cups smaller than her.
>Fluttershy's breasts were topped with small, pink nubs like cherries on a sundae, capping the delicious mounds beneath them.
>Shimmer rotated the girl to get a good look at her groin. A tiny pink slit ran between her legs, two tiny mounds of fat guarding it.
>Her clitoris was small and tucked away in its hood. Shimmer wondered how long it would stay there as she continued to walk to Fluttershy's new home.

>Fluttershy was the first student since Shimmer had taken over to feel the cool breeze of winter outside the school.
>She, of course, couldn't see around her, but the wind seems to whisper to her, telling her everything about the outdoors.
>Frost crunched under Shimmer's heels as the first snowflakes of winter feel past her face.
>Fluttershy yelped as some of the icy flakes melted into her skin.
>She moaned from Nature's cool shower, which had a sort of tranquilizing effect on her.
>It was like Mother Nature was kissing her, the wind carressing her and whispering "It'll be okay," into her ear.
>Shimmer looked behind her to see what the commotion was about.
>She smirked when she saw Fluttershy moaning and wriggling in pleasure, but more striking were her nipples, which had stiffened in the cold winter air.
>She looked over to Twilight, who was still sleeping. Rarity was acting as she always did, twitching in post-orgasm as the parasite fed on her juices.
>Before she knew it, Shimmer had arrived at her destination: the school greenhouse.
>She opened the door and led Fluttershy inside. Almost immediately the pair was washed with heat that sunk into their skin and made Fluttershy moan in relief.
>Shimmer smiled and levitated the moaning girl onto the floor. The soft soil squished against her skin, holding her like a mother would cradle her baby.
"Wake up, Fluttershy," Shimmer cooed, snapping her fingers.
>In the time it takes a fly to flap its wings, an electric wind washed over the group.
>Twilight and Rarity were instantly cloaked in an invisibility spell, rendered transparent to all who looked in their direction.
>Fluttershy's ropes vanished and the blindfold dissolved off of her face. Her earmuffs disappeared with  tiny pop.
>The ball-gag jammed in her mouth fell to the soil and vaporized.
>Fluttershy coughed and inhaled sharply, the rubbery air that she'd breathed for days replaced with the warm, moist atmosphere of the greenhouse.
"Come on sleepyhead," Fluttershy heard her first sound in nearly a week and turned to look.
>Although Shimmer had merely whispered, it was as loud as thunder.
>Standing before Fluttershy (who lay on her side) was the tall, snake-like prom queen that she'd voted against a few months before.
>There was nothing different about her appearance, her fiery hair still bounced on her head and her black leather jacket reflected the light of the heat lamps.
>But something seemed wrong, something felt off about her. There was something about her eyes; they had a hunger to them.
>It was the same change that happens to a prisoner. He cowers into the jail, fresh from the calm embrace of society, with his tail between his legs.
>Once he leaves, however, he's not the same man he entered. Where he once warmly cuddled with society he instead shoves her arms away.
>His face is the same, his body may be identical, but something about him will never be the same.
>His lights of his eyes are not gone, but rather amplified, an inferno.
>Fluttershy had seen the same change in animals; it was the change that happens when a wolf pup learns what it means to kill.
>The two stared each other down, locked in a battle of will. Fluttershy's green eyes were frozen on Shimmer's electric blue gaze.
>"Shimmer?" Fluttershy squeaked, her vocal cords having use again, "Wh-What's going on? Where am---"
>Fluttershy's words were cut short when she saw the towering glass walls of the greenhouse surrounding her.
>She was lying in a small clearing, just big enough for her, with thick green foliage on every side of her.
"Aren't they pretty, Fluttershy?" a soothing voice spoke, "Thank goodness the school put up a greenhouse, otherwise these beautiful plants would have to hide their beauty."
>She caressed the leaf of a plant and rubbed it against her cheek. Fluttershy wanted to stand but her legs were weak.
>"They're beautiful, Shimmer," Fluttershy knew better than to disagree, "But, um, what am I doing here? Where are my clothes?"
"You don't remember?" Shimmer pouted, "You were in Chemistry lab with me when the ethyl acetate container spilled. You fainted from the smell."
>Fluttershy searched the corners of her mind for the scene Shimmer described, but couldn't recall anything. Regardless, she let Shimmer continue.
"Not only that, but some of the stuff got on your cute little tank top and skirt. I had to remove it otherwise it'd ruin your pretty skin."
>"Um, Shimmer?" Fluttershy asked, "We didn't have Chemistry lab yesterday. And I don't think anything spilled on me."
"Oh. Must be the amnesia. Are you sure you can't remember the vinegar smell of the ether? Not at all?" The last words oozed out of her with a frown.
>Fluttershy was about to interject when she felt a powerful vinegar odor fill her nose. She recoiled in disgust and sneeed violently.
>Now that Fluttershy thought about it, however, that smell was awfully familiar. . .
"Are you remembering now, Fluttershy?"
>"Y-Yes, I think so," she said, "I remember how bad it smelled."
"Mmhm," Shimmer nodded, "It was almost unbearable. It's a wonder I didn't faint too."
>"Still, Shimmer, what am I doing in the greenhouse?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Shimmer smiled, "I knew you loved plants, and I thought, 'Where are there lots of plants?'. Then it hit me. The greenhouse! Fluttershy would be so happy there! So I asked the medics if I could bring you to the greenhouse, and they let me! I was so glad, Fluttershy, and I just wondered how much good they would do you!"
>"That was very kind of you, Shimmer," Fluttershy said, covering herself with her hands, "But, um, I think I'm all better now. Can I please get some clothes?"

"Of course, Flutters!" Shimmer said enthusiastically, walking towards the greenhouse door, "We can't have you being indecent in here with glass walls, can we?"
>"I guess not," Fluttershy blushed, "Please hurry with my clothes."
"Don't worry Fluttershy," Shimmer stopped at the door of the greenhouse, "You won't even know I'm gone."
>Her last words dripped with venom as she shut the door. Once she was out of sight she napped her fingers and a padlock sealed the door shut.
>Shimmer laughed to herself and broke her disguise, unfurling her monstrous wings.
>With a powerful stroke of her wings she took off, back towards the school, ready to prepare her next victim.

>Inside the hot greenhouse, Fluttershy lay on the soil, nude and confused.
>She could have sworn she didn't have a chemistry lab. She didn't even know what ethyl acetate was, let alone remembering getting it spilled on her.
>The prospect of waiting for Shimmer to come back with nothing to do suddenly weighed on her shoulders.
>She looked around to admire the stunning plants, who had grown large in the heat of the greenhouse.
>Fluttershy decided to stand up, walk around and look at the plants. She might even find a few bugs.
>As she stood up she noticed a box on the opposite wall. It was an etymologist's framed collection of garden insects, with aphids and ladybugs pinned to the cardboard and labeled accordingly.
>She quinted to read the labels, and one struck her as odd.
>Underneath a sample of a dried ladybug, instead of a Latin name, was the name "Kate".
>Fluttershy shrugged, wondering if he named all his bugs, but was distracted by a cluster of colorful plants behind her.
>Their leaves were like a large green canvas that someone had tossed a bucket of red paint onto.
>Their stems were thick and towered to the roof, ending in wide, flat petals.
>Fluttershy couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't believe what she heard, either.
"Hello, Fluttershy," a light whisper spoke. Fluttershy yelped in suprise and her eyes scanned the room for the source of the noise.
>"Wh-Who's there?" she squeaked.
"It's only me, Fluttershy," the voice was like a long whisper grating in her ears. Fluttershy's head swiveled around the greenhouse to find the source of the noise.
"Behind you, Flutters," she heard the voice chuckle. She froze on her heel and obeyed. All she saw, however, were the same thick green leaves that had been there since she came in.
>But something caught her eye, something pink and quivering beneath the leaves.
"Don't worry, Fluttershy, I won't bite," the flower in front of her shook.
>"Are you. . .talking to me?" Fluttershy stared at the plant in disbelief.
"I guess you can call it that," the plant snickered, "I'm not talking to you directly. Think of me as that little voice in your head telling you to do bad things."
>"Oh, o-okay," Fluttershy was skeptic, but the voice soothed her, tranquilized her.
"It's so nice to have someone to talk to, isn't it?" The plant twitched and a tiny vine brushed against Fluttershy's cheek.
>She yelped and flinched away from the sudden touch. The plant seemed indifferent to her reaction.
"I've waited so long for someone who can understand me, who can talk to me. I never thought that person would be so pretty."
>The vine ran through her hair like water. Fluttershy's face turned red; she was always one to be easily flattered.
>"Um, thank you, Mr. Plant," Fluttershy said, "You're very kind,"
"A lot of people would think you're wrong."
>"What do you mean?"
"No one cares about me, Fluttershy," the plant began, "They think I'm just a plant, only needing food and water and a bit of sunshine to be happy. But they don't realize that I'm not just an ordinary plant. I can do so much more than sit in a pot and decay. You believe me, don't you Fluttershy?"
>Fluttershy nodded and the petals of the flower in front of her twitched.
"Oh, you're just delightful, Fluttershy," the plant quivered---which Fluttershy thought was very strange---and hugged her tightly with a large vine.
>The vine unwound itself and put Fluttershy back on her feet. She noticed that the air above her was taking on a peculiar pink hue.
"Hey, Fluttershy," the plant called to her, "I need your help."
>Fluttershy looked down from the pink fog above her to the flower (she used it as a face to talk to).
>"Yes, Mr. Plant? What's wrong?"

"I'm in pain, Fluttershy," the plant's voice was strained like a wounded soldier, "No one ever comes to the greenhouse to feed me. To relieve me."
>His last words hung in the air like the fog above her head. Fluttershy looked at the flower in pity.
>"Oh, goodness," she said, "I'm so sorry! If I had known you were hurt,"
"It's okay, Fluttershy," the plant groaned, "All that matters is you're here."
>"Please, Mr. Plant, what do I have to do? Where does it hurt?"
"My-My stem," the flower said, "below the first sprout of leaves."
>Fluttershy quickly kneeled and dug around for his stem. It was about as thick as a table leg, and twice as solid.
>She wrapped her hands around the stem. It was a rough, sticky surface with hundreds of tiny barbs tickling her palms.
>Slowly she kneaded the stem like a roll of dough. Her thumbs pressed hard into the skin but didn't puncture it. The plant's reaction was immediate.
"Oh, Fluttershy," he moaned, "This is just what I needed."
>Fluttershy ground her palms into the soft trunk, squeezing the stem between the balls of her hands. Her thin fingers curled around him, pinching every inch of his prickly skin.
"Fluttershy. . .wait. . ." the plant grunted, "You're doing. . .nngh amazing. . .ahh. . .but that's. . .ungh. . .not all you have to do. . ."
>Fluttershy looked at the flower quizically. She went to ask what was next but her words caught in her throat.
>Beneath her fingers she felt something bulge within the stem. It felt hard like he was forcing a  rock up his stem.

"Help me, Fluttershy," the plant groaned, "Push it up."
>Fluttershy squeezed around the base of the bulge, helping it ascend towards the flower. Underneath the thin skin of the flower she could feel hundreds of bumps. The color of the steam turned a pale yellow from the object beneath.
>A foot below the flower, the object suddenly ascended on its own, much faster than she could push. She stood up to retrieve the object from the flower, but what she was saw made her freeze.
>Sliding slowly out of the center of the flower with a grotesque sucking sound was a thick, yellow phallus.
>It was as thick as her forearm and half as long. The tip was slightly more bulbous than the shaft, and ended in a tiny opening.
>The phallus was coated in a thin slime that ran slowly down its length, collecting around a large bulb at its base.
>The hole at the top oozed with a constant stream of the peculiar fluid. It pointed up at a 35 degree angle directly towards her.
"Ooooh," the voice moaned, "Finally. I've been trying to get that out for hours. Thank you, Fluttershy."
>"Mr. Plant," Fluttershy said, her face bright red, "What is that thing?"
"It's my nectary, Fluttershy," the plant cooed, "You of all people should know that."
>"But Mr. Flower," Fluttershy said, changing his name, "Nectaries aren't that big. Shouldn't it be at the bottom of the flower."
"I told you I was special," the flower said, "It's not my fault I was built this way. I guess even YOU don't like how I look,"
>"No no no! I do! It's really. . .pretty!" Fluttershy wasn't lying to herself. She was entranced by the phallic stem and she bobbed her head with every twitch it made.
"Really? You're not lying?" if the plant had eyes, they'd be puppy-dog'd then.
>"I swear! You're petals and. . .nectary. . .are so beautiful! I've never seen a flower with such wonderful ornaments."
"Maybe I wasn't wrong about you Fluttershy," the plant brushed her with a vine around her neck. Fluttershy sighed softly but never took her eyes off the stem.
"Would you care for some of my nectar?" the plant whispered to her.
>"What?" Fluttershy was taken by surprise. She stared at the stem and watched it greedily as it oozed more fluid from its tip.
"You've been so kind to me, Fluttershy, I think you deserve some of my nectar."
>"M-Mr. Flower," Fluttershy said, "Are you sure you don't want to save it for a butterfly? Or a bumblebee? Or a---"
"What's wrong? You don't want just a little taste?" The phallus twitched, flicking drops of the sticky, clear fluid onto Fluttershy's stomach.
>She yelped at how warm the liquid was. She scooped up a smal bit with her finger and licked it.
>Immediately her tongue was assaulted with a powerful sweetness. Her mind drowned in an ocean of sugar, and for a moment she forgot where she was.
>"Oh my! Mr. Flower! It's delicious!"
"That's not even the real thing, Fluttershy," the flower snickered, "That was just the primer. The real sweet lies inside. Get on your knees, Fluttershy."
>Fluttershy immediately kneeled without even realizing she'd done so.
>The tip of the phallus quivered right in front of her and pumped more of the sweet fluid out of the tiny entrance at the top.
"I'm too weak to get the nectar out myself, Fluttershy," the plant groaned, "You need to do it."
>"What do I do, Mr. Flower?" Fluttershy took quick little licks of the tip to lap up the syrup that oozed from it.
"Uungn," the plant groaned, "You have to. . .aah. . .suck it out."
>Fluttershy stopped licking and stared at the pulsating phallus.
>"Um, suck it out?"
"Yes, Fluttershy, you heard me," the plant said gruffly, "Put it in your mouth and suck on it. It'll get the nectar out in no time. You do want the nectar, don't you?"
>"Okay, Mr. Flower," Fluttershy's face turned beet red as she wrapped her fingers around the bulbous base of the phallus.
>The flower's reaction was immediate; she heard a low groan in her ear and even more syrup trickled from the tip.
>"Are you okay, Mr. Flower?" Fluttershy asked.
"Yeah," he panted, "I'm fine. Just...hurry...put your lips around it."
>Before Fluttershy could second guess herself she slipped the tip of the phallus past her lips.
>Fluttershy's tongue was suddenly washed with an electric heat as her jaw swung open.
>She heard a  long groan in her ear as she lid more of the shaft inside her mouth.
>Her tongue cradled the shaft in a valley of muscle, coated with the sweet juice that she so hungered for.
>She couldn't imagine how sweet the nectar would be if even the precursor was so sugary.
>More and more of the yellow stem vanished behind her cheeks, distending out to accomodate the massive girth.
"Oh Fluttershy!" the plant whisper-shouted, "That's perfect! Keep doing exactly that!"
>Fluttershy nodded and fit the last inch of the phallus inside her. She felt the tip stick to the back of her throat and leave a drop of fluid to run to her stomach.
>She relished in the size of the shaft, wondering how the plant was feeling.
>Almost on instinct (and the need to breathe) she slowly withdrew the phallus, leaving her saliva dangling on the shaft.
>She knew the plant loved it when she put it in, so very slowly she engulfed the phallus again.
>She soon developed a steady rhythm; in and out, in and out. The plant moaned in her ear just like a man would.
>She felt her body getting warm, much warmer than the air of the greenhouse, as she thrust her mouth down his shaft over and over again.
>The air around her was intoxicating, filling her nostrils with a bizarre odor.
>It smelled like bananas but felt charged. Her nerves tingled from the fruity smell that melted into her brain.
>She felt her body relax, a constant stream of pleasure pounding from her nerves like a steady drum.
>The electricity from the air discharged throughout her body, flaring at her toes and fingers.
>She was hypersensitive; every wisp of air against her nipples and between her thighs sparking flames of pleasure across her body.
>While Fluttershy dutifully sucked on her knees, the plant wanted to return the favor, if only slightly.
>A pair of thin, whip-like vines traced lines across her flesh. Her skin rippled at the soft touch of the plant.
>Fluttershy moaned, muffled by the phallus she serviced, as the vines pushed every button.
>A pair of them coiled softly around her nipples and an adventurous one tickled her slit.
>It felt wrong---no one had ever touched her there before, not even herself.
>But it was the most overpowering sensation she'd ever felt. Her body twitched from the shocks of pleasure with every flick of the vines.
>Her groin burned with an unmatched heat, easily the hottest place in the greenhouse.

>It seemed to plead with Fluttershy, begging her to tend to it.
>As if it were tied to a puppeteer's string, her free hand moved to her slit and replaced the vine gliding against her.
>Fluttershy groaned into the stem---which had widened since she started to service it---as the powerful waves of euphoria attacked her virgin mind.
>Before she'd realized it, Fluttershy slipped her two middle fingers past her vulva.
>Her moans were louder now and her eyes were blinded with the sting of her walls being caressed.
>Slowly she thrust her fingers in and out of her lips, stopping herself from biting down on the shaft in her mouth.
"Just a little more, Fluttershy," the plant groaned, "Move faster,"
>Fluttershy happily obliged by thrusting more quickly against the shaft, eager to extract the nectar.
>Her fingers stabbed at her folds and were soaked with her juices. Little drops of the warm liquid splashed to the soil and disappeared.
>The plant grunts grew louder and closer together. The phallus expanded, nearly breaking Fluttershy's jaw, and the vines caressing Fluttershy started to whip uncontrollably.
"Fluttershy," the plant groaned, "I'm going to---"
>The large, muscled pulses of the phallus was Fluttershy's only warning.

>The first shot of the plant's nectar rocketed to the back of her throat, coating it with a sticky orange syrup.
>Fluttershy yelped. She had hardly reacted to the burning syrup in her mouth before another shot forced past her lips.
>The shaft pulsed hard with every squirt of nectar, slowly filling her mouth with the sugary substance.
>Fluttershy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as the powerful sweetness assaulted her mind.
>The fluid from before was bitter compared to the hot syrup running around her tongue.
>It was as if all the honey in the world was compressed down and refined into the perfect confection.
>Even when her mouth was full, the stem refused to stop pumping its load inside her.
>Nectar trickled out from her lips. Fluttershy shut her eyes in ecstasy as the stem pushed further down her throat.
>She was impaled on the shaft, unable to pull away as it continually shot nectar into her stomach.
>Her stomach stretched to accomodate the syrup, pushing Fluttershy's belly outwards.
>Fluttershy could only sit and lap up the nectar as she was filled with nectar.
>The plant's breathing---if you could call it that---was labored and started to slow down as the stem retracted from Fluttershy's throat.
>She coughed as she was finally allowed to breathe. Drops of nectar fell onto the ground and quickly vanished.
>Fluttershy hardly cared about the plant; she was content to swallow as much of the nectar as she could, no matter how full her stomach was.
>She couldn't care about anything, really. She didn't care about her friends, her animals, her body...All that mattered was the nectar that kind Mr. Flower had made just for her.
"Th-Thank you, Fluttershy," the plant said, "You don't know what that means to me."
>"You're welcome Mr. Flower," Fluttershy said in a long, empty voice, "Your nectar was so sweet!"
"I'm happy you think so," the flower cooed, "But do you think. . .maybe I can. . .taste you next?"

>"What?" Fluttershy gasped, "What do you mean 'taste me'?"
>She was answered by a pair of vines descending in front of her.
>They were thick---not as thick as the nectary---but their most curious feature were the small suction cups that tipped each one.
"I heard that human girls make a sweet nectar from right here..."
>The tentacles poked at the tops of her breasts, the little suction cups kissing her.
>"Y-Yes, we do," Fluttershy winced, "Would you like some Mr. Flower?"
>Fluttershy couldn't believe what she was saying. A tiny voice in the back of her mind screamed at her, telling her to be decent.

>But another voice, a voice that was not her own, was edging her on. It had hacked into her speech center and talked for her.
"I would love some, Fluttershy," the plant whispered.
>The vines slowly looped around her breasts, squeezing them with a light pressure. Fluttershy moaned, the smallest pleasures amplified a hundred times by the drug coursing through her veins.
>The tiny suction cups toyed around her teats, searching for the right angle.
>Soon they found their mark, clasping their cups around her nubs and drawing out the air.
>Fluttershy moaned as her plump breasts filled the cups sucking her teats.
>It was a powerful surge of pleasure that she'd never expected to feel.
>Every nerve of her chest felt like a hot iron; she was being cooked from the heat of her body.
"Your breasts are so soft," the plant spoke softly, "Your nectar should be soft, too."
>His words sent a surge of heat through her body. She had never seen her "nectar", and she was curious of what it would look like, what it would feel like, what it would taste like. . .
>Her folds ran hot with her essence, cascading down her bent legs and scarry her pale yellow skin.
>The juice ran to the soil and soaked into the dirt. The plant was quick to notice.
"Am I making you feel good, Fluttershy?" the plant whispered.
>Fluttershy's moaning prevented her from responding with much but a simple nod.
"I can make you feel even better, you know. Would you like that?"
>Again Fluttershy nodded, her lust for pleasure arcing through her head like a stray bolt of lightning.

"Turn around," the plant said matter-of-factly, "Point that cute little butt at me."
>Her arms and legs swung on their own accord. With the vines still sucking hard on her breasts, Fluttershy turned around and propped herself on her hands and knees.
>Fluttershy's face was already red, but with her virgin slit presented to the strange plant---whom she trusted with her life---she would be indistinguishable from a tomato.
>The plant couldn't see her folds, of course, but he could certainly feel the strong heat radiating in front of him.
>He could feel the air quiver with every throb of blood through her veins.
"Fluttershy," the plant was stunned, "You're so hot down there. . ."
>Fluttershy yelped when she felt a thin vine trace her slit. She glanced over her shoulder to see a green tendril, dripping with a clear fluid, retract into the plant.
"And wet, too," the plant chuckled, spinning two vines towards her slit.
>Fluttershy obediently stayed still the entire time, even when a pair of tendrils pulled her labia apart, displaying her butterfly's full wingspan.
"This will only hurt for a little bit," Fluttershy felt something hard press against her spread lips, "I promise."
>"M-Mr. Flower?" she said between moans, her voice an almost trance-like chant, "What are you doing back there?"
>The voice didn't answer; her response came in the form of her walls being split apart.
>Fluttershy wailed as the thick stem slowly worked its way inside her, filling every nook and cranny with its bumpy surface.
>She recognized the shape---it was nearly identical to the phallus she'd drunk the nectar from, with one slight difference.
>This shaft felt much thicker than the last, and was riddled with large bumps that ground against her walls like tiny fingers.
>The stem was cold, even within her walls. It felt like she was being stabbed with an ice pick.
>And seconds after the tip had slipped inside, the pick drew blood.
>A guttural scream shook the greenhouse as Fluttershy's barrier was broken.
>The plant seemed to ignore her, pushing its length further inside while her blood trickled from her slit.
>It didn't forget her pain entirely, however. As the stem neared the end of her tunnel, a flower descended in front of Fluttershy's face and a pair of vines caressed her cheek.
"Shhh, it's okay, Flutters," the calm voice spoke, "I'm here. I'll make it feel better."
>"It hurts, Mr. Flower," Fluttershy started to sob, "Make it go away..."
"That's why I'm here, Fluttershy," the flower parted to unveil a second shaft, with the familiar clear liquid beading at the top.
>Fluttershy winced and looked away, fearing he would force another inside her.
"Why are you afraid, Fluttershy?" the voice whispered, "I just want to give you more nectar. It'll make the pain go away, I promise."
>The last two words, "I promise", triggered an involuntarily response to obey.
>Fluttershy obediently opened her mouth, her quivering tongue waiting for the shaft to grind on it.
"Good girl," the plant said before slowly slipping the nectary past her lips.
>She didn't even have to pump her head back and forth---the nectar sprayed into her mouth almost immediately.
>Fluttershy's moan escaped sticky lips as even more nectar shot into her throat and inflated her stomach.
"Make sure you drink every drop," the plant said, "You'll feel better in no time."
>Fluttershy's body still screamed in pain as the shaft in her hips pounded against her cervix, but something about his sweet syrup calmed her, muffled the screams of her pelvic nerves.
>Everything below her neck was submerged in pleasure. The heat of the greenhouse had become all but meaningless to her.

>All she felt was the strong suction on her breasts and the thick stem pumping inside her folds.
>She didn't even notice a third stem poking at the space between her cheeks, trying to enter as gingerly as possible.
>By the time she had noticed, however, the shaft had already buried itself inside her rectum.
>She felt a tiny twinge of pain that had broke through the analgesic barrier but that was soon swamped in pleasure.
>She pushed her hips back against the shafts, helping them invade her brittle body.
>The nectary in her mouth had stopped pulsating and started to thrust again, preparing for the next shot.
>It was certainly a sight to behold; the spitroast alternated thrusts.
>Whenever the stem in her mouth pulled back, the stems behind her brutally shoved inside her.
>Fluttershy's moans became more desperate and her body became hypersensitive.
>Her orgasm was close, but the virgin girl didn't know what was happening to her.
>She thought she was going to explode, every nerve a burning fuse of an inevitable meltdown.
>The plant sensed her incoming plateau and had doubled its efforts, stabbing her with the ferocity of a bastard in heat.
>The tendrils lost all sense of rhythm; they pounded her at random like a boxer's punches, each one more powerful than the last.
>She started to feel pain again as the stem in her tunnel furiously jabbed her cervix.
>She could hear the plant grunting as its tentacles thrust harder and harder with every second.
"Oh Fluttershy," the plant said in a flat voice, "Cum for me. Give me your nectar."
>She had no other choice than to obey as her body finally lost control.
>Her legs gave way and she fell flat to the soil, but the tentacles weren't deterred.
>All at once they rammed inside as far as they could go. The tentacle in her mouth pushed halfway down her neck while the stem on the other end of her digestive tract lodged a good foot inside her.
>The tendril in her tunnel pressed right up against her cervix. The suction-cupped tentacles that latched onto her breasts constricted her breasts and sucked as hard as they could against her nipples.
>Fluttershy heard an ethereal moan vibrate in her ears as the familiar warmth of syrup splashed against the back of her throat.
>The thick fluid gathered on her tongue trickled down into her cheeks.
>Her cheeks distended to accomodate the nectar before eventually cascading down her throat into her stomach.
>She shut her eyes and savored the taste of the nectar. It was just as sweet as before, but her tongue had accomodated to the taste and lessened its power.
>She couldn't feel her body; she was numb to everything but the phallus in her mouth.
>She yelped from a twinge of pain ringing at her hips. The splashing of a hot, sticky syrup against her cervix snapped her out of her trance.
>Her back arched as the tendrils inside her ballooned to twice their width.
>The shots of nectar streaked her walls and built upon each other, each new jet joining the blobs that sealed her shut.
>Her walls shook as her climax took hold, dousing the shafts in a white-hot liquid.
>This only seemed to encourage the stems to continue pumping her with their load, slowly retracting to fill every nook and cranny of her body with their seed.
>Fluttershy's body wouldn't let the stems go. The walls of her tunnel greedily clung to the rippling shaft.
>Above her slit that cascaded with her release, her tiny hole squeezed the base of the stem that plugged her colon with nectar.
>Fluttershy's screams filled the greenhouse, but the voice of the plant had gone silent.
>He wanted to appreciate every sound that she made, every squeak, every squish of his load filling her stomach.
>He'd waited half a century as a pebble of life under the harsh soil of the Everfree Forest, starved for years until a young, orange pony dug him up.
>He remembered the warm, moist soil she'd set him into, the tiny meals she'd given him, and the luscious greenhouse that she donated to him.
>He simply stared and admired every twitch of muscle from the girl he held suspended between his stems, slowly ballooning with his seed and following his every command.
>Fluttershy felt a bizarre suction and glanced behind her.
>She yelped as the moisture in her walls was rapidly sucked away, her cum traveling up the translucent stems and out of sight.
>It felt as though all the water in her body had vanished, leaving a dried husk impaled between two swords.
>The last strands of syrup trickled from his stems he slowly retracted them, filling the void they left behind with the amber nectar.
>With three tiny pops the stems slipped from her body, a trail of hot, fresh syrup following behind them.
>Fluttershy fell to the ground, her belly sloshing as she rolled onto her side.
>She gripped her stomach and listened to the waves of syrup batting against her belly.
>She groaned from the pain of stretching and her climax relaxing her body.
>A pool of viscous fluid expanded beneath her and vanished into the soil.
>As Fluttershy lay on the ground, the vines sucking on her teats furiously drained her of her sweet, white milk.
>Fluttershy moaned into the pulsating stem in her mouth as the warm cream poured into the cups of the vines.
>Her milk splashed into the cups before quickly disappearing up the translucent vine into the body of the plant.
>The silence was broken by the low moans of the vibrating voice that she trusted so dearly.
"Oh, Fluttershy," the plant whispered, "Your milk is so delicious. I hate to admit that I'm a little jealous."
>Fluttershy couldn't respond with much else than a subtle "thank you".
"Sweet little thing," a thin vine traced along her distended stomach, "You look so beautiful with your cutle little tummy out like that."
>"D-Do you really think so, Mr. Plant?"
"Without a doubt," he said, caressing her face with a large stem.
>Fluttershy brought her hands to the stem and cradled it, nuzzling her cheek into the plant with what little strength she had left.
"You did so well, Fluttershy. I think you've earned some sleep. Would you like that?"
>"Yes, Mr. Plant," she nodded, "I would LOVE that."
>Just as the last letter rolled off her tongue, she heard a sound like a Sticky-Note being peeled off its roll.
>She craned her neck to see a pair of thick leaves pry apart.
>The clamshell opened up to unveil large pink cushions that heaved like sleeping worms.
>Light shimmered off their moistened surface. The ridges of the cushion resembled a fingerprint.
>Fluttershy could feel the heat radiating from the leaves, and inside she could make out a familiar yellow pole sticking out from the hinge, its tip already slick with fluid.
"Go on," the plant cooed, helping her to her knees, "The bed's all made for you."
>Fluttershy slowly got to her knees with her back straining from the immense weight of her stomach.
>She stared blankly at the clamshell, seeing only the pulsating yellow stem flashing like a beacon.
>She lifted her arms with great strain and started to crawl towards the shell.
>Her hand sunk into the soft flesh of the bed. It felt like she was stepping into a bean bag.
>She crawled deeper into the pod and ran out of energy, plopping onto her side.
>Slowly the top-half of the shell descended, pressing into her skin and wrapping her in a tight, warm hug.
>The light of the greenhouse started to dim before Fluttershy was enveloped in darkness.
>She finally felt her body relax, wrapped in the warm embrace of the plant.
"Got to sleep Fluttershy," the plant cooed, "You've earned it."
>"Good night, Mr. Plant," Fluttershy whispered as her eyes started to droop.
"Good night, Fluttershy."
>The valves sealed shut with a tiny zipping sound. He felt her heartbeat slow and her breathing maintain a slow, steady rhythm.
"I'll see you in the morning," the plant chuckled as it sheathed its ejaculatory stems back into their flowers.
"I'll see you EVERY morning," he sighed as he felt every inch of Fluttershy's body wrapped in his fleshy embrace.
>He curled his flowers in. He didn't need them anymore; Fluttershy's fresh body would provide him with all the nourishment he needed.
>She still had decades worth of fluid inside her, and she would enjoy every minute without question.
>He silently thanked Shimmer as the sun set under the horizon.
>Just as Fluttershy had moments before, the plant went to "sleep", although he really couldn't.
>Fluttershy's orgasm had given him a meal that would last him for days, he had no need to stay awake.
>With the light of the sun completely gone, the plant relished in his new, bountiful life ahead of him as his mind went empty.
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