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Following Tree Hugger though Plunderseed Valley was a frightening experience that Scootaloo was certain was going to end with her getting stuffed like a holiday cream cake. The earth pony swayed from side to side as she walked but somehow she seemed to not step on any of the plants that would snatch her up and entertain her for the next hour or so. Scootaloo was careful to emulate where her guide stepped but there was an added challenge of trying not to stare at her ass.

Despite all of the weird, Tree Hugger moved like a walking embodiment of sexual promises. Scootaloo knew that if she asked this mare to have sex with her then she would be obliged. Knowing that created a temptation to do so and she had to focus on Sweetie Belle in order to stop herself.

Sweetie Belle would probably want to join us. No probably about it ... my little unicorn is a freak. Heh ... my little freak. Oh Celestia ... I love her so much!

Tree Hugger paused and leaned her back against a tree. She took several deep breaths, rubbing her round belly while looking upon it fondly. Scootaloo could not help but notice the pregnant pony's breasts had mostly refilled with mother's milk and she suddenly realized why Tree Hugger's pose looked so familiar.

Once upon a time, Scootaloo and her class had gone on a fieldtrip to the Canterlot History Museum. Among the relics was a fertility statue from the Paleolithic-Pony-Period which depicted a nude earth pony mare with exaggerated sexual features. The statue likely represented an early fertility fetish or an old mother goddess.

Tree Hugger looks like that statue. Somehow she's bloated and grotesque yet ... fertile and fare. Why am I thinking this way? Stallions might get all turned on by a fertile mare but I'm not like that. I'm never going to impregnate Sweetie Belle, no matter how much I might want to.

Scootaloo shook her head and tried to get a grip on her thoughts. Impregnating Sweetie Belle had never occurred to her before but now she could not get the image out of her head.

Sweetie Belle laying in a bed of tall grasses, open legs showing off her lovely little pink passage. My mighty stallion cock sinking into her body, flared inside of her and pressing against the entrance of her womb. Weighty testicals slapping against her wet sex with every thrust. The passion builds until both of us scream and thick ropes of hot seed filling her up. Sweetie Belle full of my cum. My seed burning through her womb in search of an egg. The egg, fertilized by my essence. Breasts and belly bloated with my foal. Hips made wide for proper birthing. Breasts dripping with life-giving milk. Sweetie Belle ... mother of my foal and center of my world.

"Here we are," Tree Hugger said and Scootaloo snapped out of her trance.

"Here?" Scootaloo asked as she looked in the direction that Tree Hugger was pointing. A cave loomed in the gloom of the forest and the plundervines seemed to hang over its entrance.

"Welcome to the Temple of Maximum Groovy," Tree Hugger said as she moved towards the opening.

"Uhm ... that's a cave," Scootaloo said.

The green earth pony took a deep breath and made a strange warbling sound. The noise was much like the mare's appearance. Every time she inhaled, Scootaloo braced for the terrible sound but then she felt a pleasant tingling in her nipples and nethers when the noise was being uttered. Scootaloo realized her wings were fully erect and there was little she could do but hold her ground and wait for the stimulating symphony to end.

"There," Tree Hugger declared, and Scootaloo could see the vines had drawn back, allowing them access to the Temple of Maximum Groovy, which still looked suspiciously like a cave. The guide reached out and took Scootaloo's hand, which immediately sent additional shivers through her lust-addled brain. The pegasus grit her teeth and allowed herself to be led inside before the vines closed behind them. It quickly became too dark to see and she had to trust she was not going to her doom.

Eventually they came to a chamber that contained a pool of water that gave off a steady glow. All around the walls were etchings and pictographs. Designs of ponies and bat-creatures fought in one scene, and ... copulated in another. The sexual art was obscenely detailed and Scootaloo felt warm around the edges. The results of the incredibly detailed sex scenes was a hybrid.

Scootaloo stared at the mural and marveled at its meaning. Two races came together, had lots of freaky sex, and created a third race. Scootaloo remembered joking about this with friends and classmates but no pony actually knew this to be a fact.

"Tree Hugger?" she eventually asked.

"Hmmm?" The mare walked over to the mural with steadier legs than she had used to get here. Her lavender eyes seemed more focused and she looked up at the wall with a knowing smile. "Oh, you wanna know about the joining?"

"Uhm ... yeah," Scootaloo answered.

"You can see the story and its totally groovy ending," Tree Hugger explained in a tone that was much less spaced out than usual. "The artist totally got it right here, but some of the details take a little explaining." Tree Hugger pointed at several of the pictographs and grinned lewdly at her student. "You see here how they're all gettin' it on here?"

"Uh ... yeah," Scootaloo answered as she tried not to look at the dangling girly-parts that Tree Hugger was making no effort to cover up.

"Well there's no cuttie marks and no pregnant ponies here," Tree Hugger explained as she pointed at a pony on the wall. "Well, once upon a time, this totally groovy blank-flank had a bunch of heavy thoughts and so she stayed a blank-flank for way too long. Princess Luna visited in her dreams and told her to seek her cuttie mark from a group of dream-bats called the Nyx.

"The blank-flank did as she was told and soon she was learnin' all kinds of stuff when she got a Nyx-bo. They let their freak flag fly and something about his love-bite really opened her mind and got it all full of destiny and stuff. But dang ... see her cuttie mark?"

Scootaloo had been following the story closely and the visuals on the wall made the whole pony/nyx romance very explicit. The pictograph that Tree Hugger had stopped on was of a thestral with a cuttie mark. The mark appeared to have little bat-wings and Scootaloo nodded in understanding.

"The mare became a thestral and her cuttie mark was all about the two races becoming one," Scootaloo said.

"Totally," Tree Hugger said with a grin.

"So, she actually turned into a thestral," Scootaloo said as her wings vibrated with excitement.

"You got it," Tree Hugger said with dreamy pride.

"Why haven't you turned into a thestral?" Scootaloo asked and she immediately regretted the question.

"Oh ... it's all about the cuttie marks," Tree Hugger said a little dejected. "I'm not a blank flank. My destiny is like ... totally set. I'm still good for other things, though." The mare leaned back and rubbed her pregnant belly. Scootaloo felt a surge of possessive lust boil up inside of her as she thought about impregnating Sweetie Belle once more.

"These totally groovy eggs are pure potential," Tree Hugger explained. "Chaos is like, pure possibility and so are eggs. So ... I have, pure potential eggs in me."

"But, don't they hatch or ... sprout into more of those trees?" Scootaloo asked in morbid fascination.

"Not if I don't want them to," Tree Hugger said smugly. "Turns out that if I erase my cuttie mark and become a thestral then I'll be the age I was when I got it the first time. Figured I'd wait 'till I was all droopin' before I go through with that."

"So once you're old you'll pop the potion and be young again?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, sort of like that," Tree Hugger said.

"So, what are you doing in the mean time?" Scootaloo asked.

"I'm being one with nature," the green mare said proudly. "I use some of my pony powers to do things for the thestrals and they really dig that."

"Wow," Scootaloo whispered and her guide looked really smug. "I want to become a thestral. Can you help me?"

"Oh that's totally easy," Tree Hugger said as she really got into Scootaloo's personal space. "But _why_do you want to join them?"

"Why?" Scootaloo asked as she took a half-step back. "Well, I need to fight Tirek. I need to be stronger to fight him."

"That's the fake reason," Tree Hugger said as she kept moving forward. "Open your mind, little pony. What's really got you chasing this dream?"

"I ... I want to fly!" Scootaloo managed to say but her mind was reeling through so many possibilities that she could not stop.

"Groovy," Tree Hugger said breathily. "What else?"

"I ... I want to rescue my big-sister!"

"You're almost there," Tree Hugger said and her words felt as if they were slithering into Scootaloo's brain. "Don't fight it. Dig through your bag and let your feelings soar."

"I ... I ..." Scootaloo felt her eyes fill with tears and the words came up from a place she had been suppressing for a long time. "I want to protect Sweetie Belle!"

"Your special somepony?" Tree Hugger asked and she got an affirmative nod. "You wish you could be a stallion?"

"No!" Scootaloo shouted as her tears flowed freely. "Not a stallion! I mean ... I want to do the things a stallion does but I don't want to be a stallion. I want to wrap her up in my love! I want to fill her with my foals! I want to stay a mare but fill her like a stallion!" Scootaloo closed her eyes and shuddered as she tried to regain control. "Oh sweet Celestia ... what's wrong with me?"

"Hush," Tree Hugger whispered as she took Scootaloo's spear from her unresisting hands and leaned it carefully against the wall. "Your aura's so heavy. You have a bag full of skuzz and you gotta open up and let it all out."

"I've never been whole," Scootaloo continued to confess. "Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are fine without me, but I'm a mess! I can't fly! I could never fly! I'm tiny and weak and ... defective!" She shouted the last word as hard as she could and she was certain the blood vessels in her face were now a collection of red freckles. As the echoes of her screams faded away, Scootaloo let out a whisper. "She's better off without me."

Scootaloo had crumpled to her knees during the screaming and now hid her face in her hands. Tree Hugger descended and wrapped the younger mare in a comforting hug. "You want be worthy," the green mare said calmly. "You just think you're so messed up on the inside that no one could love you."

"Exactly," Scootaloo confessed. "No one should love me. I'm a mess."

"You and us all, little pony," Tree Hugger told her gently. "All of us got a bag full of skuzz. Sometimes I cry because I'm stuck here. I can't fight Tirek. I can't stay in the dream realms. I can't become a thestral until I'm old and gray. I'm just here ... bucking trees and getting older. Time keeps on passing but nothing changes. I got a bag too, you know."

"I hate feeling like this," Scootaloo said. "I hate feeling weak and broken. I thought ... maybe if I became a thestral I could fly. Maybe I could get my cuttie mark and be strong. Apple Bloom got hers and now she's Apple Rose. She's got an adult body and she knows so much! I could tell. She's just like Zecora with all her knowing stuff. I want to be like them. I want to be an adult!"

"I dig your dream, little pony," Tree Hugger said. "I can help you get there but you'll need to let go of your old self."

"I-I can do that." Scootaloo said as she tried to regain control of her emotions.

Tree Hugger let go of the smaller mare and moved to face her. The pair of them remained kneeling but now they faced each other. Tree Hugger's lavender eyes were deadly serious now and Scootaloo tried to focus all of her concentration on the green mare's words.

"First we use Discord's power to weaken your pony essence," Tree Hugger said as she delicately touched Scootaloo's shoulders. "Once that's done we inject you with thestral essence and you'll get your cuttie mark in being a thestral. Of course, we only know one way to do that."

The pair of them looked over at the mural and Scootaloo let out a little laugh. "Lately, it seems like that's been the answer to all of our problems."

"Free love and a spiritual awakening," Tree Hugger said with a lewd smile. "Some of the best things in life are free, but you gotta agree to it. I'm not going to force you."

"Alright, I'll do it," Scootaloo finally said after wiping her tears and taking a deep breath. "Anything for Sweetie Belle."

"Not for her," Tree Hugger stated firmly. "This is for you. You need to be able to like yourself. You need to accept what is broken along with what is whole. Tell me, little pony, do you like what's wrong about Sweetie Belle?"

"Of course I do," Scootaloo said at once. "I know she has faults ... but I like those faults! They're what make her ... her!"

"Does Sweetie Belle feel that way about you?"

"I don't know," Scootaloo said and then she paused and thought about it. "Yeah ... I think so. Yes, she does. We've been friends for years. We've always loved each other ... this whole new part is just ... new."

"You need to feel that way about yourself," the green mare said with a nod. "You need to forgive yourself for being weak. You need to accept that you've been foolish. You need to tear your heart wide open and love it!"

"If Sweetie Belle loves me like this ... then yeah, I think I can love myself."

"Then it's time to waive your freak flag, my little pony," Tree Hugger said as she began messaging her breasts once more. "Let go of your square ways ... drink the milk of life ... be one with nature. You just gotta let go."

Scootaloo had been feeling amorous desires for this mare already but now those feelings were becoming much more intense. She remembered the absolute knowledge that this mare would gladly have sex with her but then she suddenly remembered their physical contact. Scootaloo ran her fingers along her skin and they came up sticky and wet.

The venom. It's on me. It's in my system.

Scootaloo allowed the older mare to lean her onto her back. When Tree Hugger's lips touched hers, Scootaloo instinctively opened her mouth and was rewarded with a pleasantly earthy taste. An experienced tongue felt around the inside of her mouth and the pair of them explored each other for a time.

"You taste good," Scootaloo said a little breathlessly.

"You too," Tree Hugger said. "Are you thirsty?"

"I'm starving," Scootaloo confessed as she stared at the heavy breasts. Dark green nipples thrust towards her and tiny milky droplets awaited her attention. Her pink tongue touched those fine tips and then she took one nipple entirely into her mouth.

Tree Hugger made pleased sounds as Scootaloo suckled. Warm milk dazzled taste buds and was eagerly swallowed. Rich warmth poured down Scootaloo's throat and she felt its heat filling her up. Every gulp drove away both hunger and thirst. Rich milk, laden with love, poured endlessly into her wanting mouth, sating her cravings and soothing away worries and anxieties.

After some time Scootaloo paused to catch her breath. Tree Hugger leaned down and kissed her again. Pleased moaning sounds excited Scootaloo much more than she had anticipated and she touched the body of the fertility goddess with questing fingers. Every caress felt more intense than it should have and the smaller pony distantly remembered something about the things which the mother ingested making its way into the milk of her breasts.

Though this though might have distressed her at another time, Scootaloo did not hesitate when the second breast was brought forth and the nipple placed between her lips. She accepted the gift of mother's milk and every swallow washed away the old and made space for the new. Her stomach filled up and became much larger and rounder than at any other point in her life.

Eventually the breasts were emptied and Tree Hugger went away. Scootaloo had no idea how long she lay their but the liquor of life swam through her veins and seemed to separate her into different pieces. The world and its problems was a distant nascence and things like embarrassment were part of that world. As a result, there was little reaction when Tree Hugger removed the young pegasus' loin cloth and gave her a knowing smile.

"The milk of life is opening you up," Tree Hugger said with words were surrounded by breathy sounds. Each syllable seemed to make Scootaloo's body tingle with increased desire and she knew she could not last much longer. "Now you must decide your path."

"I want to meet the thestrals," Scootaloo managed to say. Then she swallowed, took a deep breath, and forced herself to sit upright. "I'm ready to become a thestral."

"Blessed be," Tree Hugger said as she made short work of the drenched bit of fabric that had been covering Scootaloo's nethers. "Gotta go all natural, little pony." Nimble fingers stripped away the rest of Scootaloo's clothing and set aside her packs and travel gear. "Your vibes are totally positive, now. Your chakras are aligned and you're totally ready."

Scootaloo beamed at the mare and allowed herself to be led to the water's edge. When she stared into the water she realized it was very clear but she could not see the bottom. Once again, she realized she should be worried about this but she trusted the green-furred mare completely and knew she was safe.

"How deep is it?" Scootaloo finally asked.

"Deep enough to take us to the Realm of Dreams," Tree Hugger said in her eternally stoned tone. "Are you ready to see the thestrals?"

"Totally," Scootaloo said as her voice began to sound like Tree Hugger's.

"Righteous," Tree Hugger said. "Now hang onto me, little pony. We're going to the other side ... to the dreams." Both mares were silent as they came together in a warm embrace. Then they stepped into the pool and sank below its surface as if lead weights attached to their ankles.