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The creepy went to a whole new level in Plunderseed Valley. Discord's chaos magic always seemed to twist the world into strange and interesting patterns but that also made them unpredictable. There were no animals in this part of the forest but the plants themselves moved and attacked one another. Everypony knew to avoid this place but she was entering this place by her own free will.

What could possibly go wrong?

Scootaloo moved slowly through the wilderness and was careful not to step on anything organic. Whenever the plants moved she froze in place, held her spear at the ready, and waited for the movement to stop. This served her well, for a time, but it was an excruciatingly slow way to travel. The constant tension of her muscles was exhausting, as well as slow, and she had to pause and take regular breaks in order not to lose her edge. More and more the spear was less a weapon and more a walking stick but it boosted her courage. Paranoia added to her fatigue as maintaining a constant level of vigilance added to her fatigue and made the entire process a miserable experience.

After an unknowable eternity, Scootaloo leaned against a properly scouted tree and let herself sag to the ground. Once there she lay the spear across her lap, closed her eyes, and focused on her breathing. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to just forget her problems for a time and let her dreams take over for a bit. These were her thoughts when something that was not quite a bird call sang out into the eternal night.

Scootaloo flattened herself against the ground, which meant she fell over and decided the ground was a great place to stay. All senses became alert and her eyes roamed through the discordant environment. The lack of creatures made it easy to identify the rhythmic thrashing sound and its direction quickly became clear. Something whistled through the air and it moved in time to the desperate moans of somepony caught by a terrible beast.

All of Scootaloo's senses warned her to flee from the monster but somepony was in danger and she had never been good at putting her own preservation above another's. The path to the scene thick with vegetation and Scootaloo found herself on all fours as she advanced. Scootaloo could hear struggle filled whimpering but she paused when she heard a gasps of, "Oh yeah! Yes! Right there! Oh yeah give it to me!"

Oh great. I've found a consentacle addict.

Be the time Scootaloo pressed herself against a tree and peered at the scene, she knew what to expect. A tall grove of trees stood in a circle. Each tree had a pair of round bushes pulsating at its base and from those bushes unspooled long tentacles that could move with independent alacrity. Their embrace had ensnared an Earth Pony with a lime-green coat, a tangled ginger mane, and rolls of fat that spoke of an overfed lifestyle.

Fat? How did she get enough food to be fat?

Not a stitch of clothing remained on the mare and tentacles were fondling every feminine curve they could manage. A specialized pair of tips were pinching green nipples but then another pair wrapped around her oversized breasts and squeezed. Mare-Milk sprayed out into the air which was followed by a screaming burst of vaginal fluids. This seemed to excite the plants even more and additional tentacles joined the fray, wrapping around arms and legs which then lifted the mare up into the air.

Once properly suspended, something that looked like suction cups attached to the green mare's breasts and began to very visibly milk her. Another opened like the maw of some hungry monster but instead of teeth its mouth held soft tendrils surrounding something that was very obviously a penis. The phallic probe squished into the dripping pony-sex and the rest of the maw latched into place to catch any fluids that might erupt.

The green mare cried out in ecstatic bliss and her whole body was rocked back and forth. Sagging skin was messaged by tiny feelers and her voice cried out as she was vigorously served. Additional tentacles slid up into her anus and another pressed between her lips. Moans of pleasure were interrupted by loud swallowing sounds. Greenish fluid leaked out of the corner of her mouth and ran in a little river down one cheek.

Eventually the vaginal maw drew back and a longer and larger tentacle separated dripping lower lips and slipped playfully inside. Moaning intensified as this new intruder made vile slurping sounds. Egg-shaped bulges moved up the tentacle tube and Scootaloo realized it was impregnating this mare with its seedlings. The worst part was ... she wanted them inside of her too.

Scootaloo stared at the scene with wide eyes and trembling lips. Her spear had already fallen to the earth and she leaned heavily against one of the trees. One arm was wrapped around her torso while the other was pressed firmly over her sex. The air was filled with pheromones and she was desperate to join the green mare.

Oh Celestia ... if I cum here my scent will attract the plunderseed-spawn! They'll fill me with their venom! They'll fill me with their young! They'll fill me ... impregnate me ... use me!

Scootaloo squeezed her eyes shut and dug her fingernails into her skin. The pain galvanized her resolve and she did not fondle or play. The hand over her sex was soaked with secretions but she closed her legs and refused to let go.

Just hold out! Just a little longer! Don't give in!

The green-furred mare screamed as her whole body went ridged. The attending tendrils slurped noisily at her body and it was obvious they were drinking-up what she gave them. When she went lax, the tendrils gently lowered the green mare to the ground and then retreated from her frame. The mare lay prone and panted for some time before slowly sitting upright and grinning lewdly.

Scootaloo managed to get herself back under control and she was able to uncoil her arms, which ached from the effort. The pegasus wiped her soaked hand off on a neighboring tree, retrieved her fallen spear, and then crept around the circle of trees. She was careful not to enter into the grove and very aware of the plant's version of tripwires designed to alert them to potential prey. When she was in place, Scootaloo let out a whistle that eventually drew the dazed mare's attention.

"Oh ... hey," the plump pony said as she weakly waved with one mostly limp limb. "Like ... radical to meet you. Really digging this vibe, eh?"

"Uhm ... sure," Scootaloo said as she tried not to focus on the prone nakedness that was helpless before her. "You okay?"

"Oh ... I'm groovy, girl," the green mare said dreamily.

"Good," Scootaloo said as she glanced around to make certain nothing was going to sneak up and tentacle her. "Can you walk?"

"Oh ... yeah," the green mare said as she got unsteadily to her feet. "I'm ... groovy."

"Good," the pegasus whispered. "Come on."

Taking the green mare by the hand caused ripples of both lust and disgust to go through the younger pony's body. The mare was covered in plant-based sex-juice and she did not seem to care which direction Scootaloo dragged her in. The mare plodded listlessly along, which Scootaloo was grateful for because she did not know what would happen if she got into too much contact with whatever was on her skin.

Once they were a safe distance, Scootaloo took stock of the mare she had acquired and found her to be a fascinating mixture of different qualities. A light red and orange mane was braided in long tight braids that looked as if it would have taken hours of labor to complete. Light purple eyes did not appear focused on the world as heavy lids gave her a permanent sleepy look. Every inch of the earth pony was covered in something glistening and she reeked of sex. Large breasts were depleted of milk and flopped loosely down her bulging pregnant belly.

Scootaloo was surprised to find herself both nauseated by the mare's appearance and simultaneously turned on. Then she realized something else.

"You have your Cuttie Mark!" Scootaloo exclaimed as she stared at the mark that appeared to be a tree topped with a heart. "I thought all of the adult ponies were drained of their magic and sent to Tartarus!"

"Oh?" the mare mused for a moment as if remembering how to talk. "Oh yeah ... that totally happened. But I was, like, out in the forest becoming one with nature. I was, like, totally safe out here. The trees, man ... they just have the best vibes. They can make you feel real good ... if you let them. You know what I mean?"

The results of this pony's lewd display made it impossible to be ignorant of what she meant. Even now, pearly pony peak dripped from flared lower lips. The green furred mare made no attempt to cover her soiled-self and Scootaloo could tell this mare's healthy glow was not natural.

"So ... you survived by letting the plunder-vines feed you?" Scootaloo asked in horrible fascination.

"Oh yeah," the messily muddled mare said as she swayed unsteadily back and forth. "I feed them and they feed me. Circle of life ... you know?"

This has to be my guide. I don't know what good she's going to do me but I'm sure this is the pony I'm looking for.

"My name is Scootaloo," she said as she took the plunge into the unknown.

"Ooohhh groovy ... I'm Tree Hugger ... hmmm."

"Nice to meet you, Tree Hugger. I'm looking for Threstals. Have you seen any around here?"

"Oh?" Tree Hugger moaned and then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah ... I live with them, most days." She paused to think. At least Scootaloo thought it was thinking. It was also possible the mare was just too stoned on Plunder-Vine-Venom to see properly.

"That's good," Scootaloo eventually said as she tried to get the incredibly high mare to focus on her. "Maybe you could tell me where it is?"

"Ooohhh," Tree Hugger moaned once more. "Yeeaahh ... I could do that." She paused and began looking around her in mild confusion. Then she stretched in a way that was lewd enough to make Scootaloo interested but it also showed off the glisten of venomous spooge which seemed to cover most of the green mare. Indelicate fingers moved the venom across her skin and she touched herself in a vulgar manner. Tree Hugger let out a little moan as she cupped her breasts and pinched each nipple so that more milk oozed to the surface.

"Hey!" Scootaloo said sternly. "Tree Hugger!"

"Huh?" The mare looked startled and stared at the pegasus as if noticing her for the first time.

"Please show me where the thestrals are!"

"Ooohhh, okay," Tree Hugger said as if she had just considered it. "Yeah, this way."