Assimilation

 

“Lashe what?” Scootaloo replied with a confused look on her face, to which the earth pony filly couldn’t help but giggle in amusement.

 

“It’s Old Ponish, it means Filly Pod.”

 

“Like, seed pods?”

 

“Suuuuuure, let’s go with that”

 

“Eh, that’s a weird name, I’ll just keep calling it Honeysuckle.” The two friends' casual banter continued as they crossed the workshop and approached the improvised greenhouse on the back, its centerpiece a massive flower blooming from an even bigger bulb, growing directly off the ground through a hole on the floorboard, one that Scootaloo was so intimately familiar with she even gave the nickname Honeysuckle, ignoring Bloom’s arguments that that wasn’t the plant’s scientific name it wasn’t a honeysuckle either. To the easily distracted Scootaloo however, all that mattered was that it was a plant name and it had a sweet sap she could suck, and it was therefore the perfect name.

 

It had been close to one year since Scootaloo had her first encounter with the Honeysuckle, an event that started out as a nightmare before it quickly turned into the time of her life. She visited the secluded greenhouse many more times afterwards, allowing the Honeysuckle to have its way with her while also getting her own share of fun in return, all the while allowing Apple Bloom to take notes and further her research, an arrangement which satisfied everypony and plant involved.

 

That was until a few days ago however, when her fellow Cutie Mark Crusader approached her with a slightly different proposition: Spring had started and with it came the plant’s reproductive cycle, whatever that meant, and Apple Bloom wanted Scootaloo to help it with it while she took notes. Scootaloo was a little hesitant as she didn’t quite understand what was going to happen, just that it was going to be a little different from the previous experiments, but in the end all it took was Apple Bloom egging her on a bit with promises of a good time and eventually the orange pegasus filly agreed to help.

 

In a mix of apprehension and excitement, Scootaloo nervously approached the bulbous plant, its vines carefully wrapping around her small frame and raising her in the air. She couldn’t help but kick a little as she lost her center of gravity, but as she was brought closer and laid to rest on her back against the massive bulb she quickly relaxed, finding its surface to be much softer than she expected, it was almost like a beanbag chair! Scootaloo laid there, trying to get comfortable as she inhaled the Honeysuckle’s sweet pollen, the soothing chemical running through her system until she almost fell asleep, but was suddenly brought back to her senses with a high pitched squeak as one of the vine protruded inside her pussy.

 

The filly moaned out loud as the tentacle dug in, being careful not to hurt or even overwhelm her, instead twitching and pulsating softly while preparing her body for its own manner of intercourse as Scootaloo’s filly parts soon started leaking. Then came the second one, smearing some sticky sap around her butthole before penetrating her, barely earning a grunt from the horny yet relaxed filly. As the double penetration was starting to put her on edge, another one entered her by the mouth just in time to muffle a big moan she was about to let out, a new guest inside her body which wasn’t as welcome as the previous ones. The uncomfortable feeling of the wriggling tendril crawling its way down her throat was something the filly just couldn’t get used to no matter how many times it happened, but she had been through it enough times to predict and look forward to what was coming next.

 

A bulge formed around the base of the vine and moved across its length before disappearing inside the filly’s maw, as if the vine was a tool to pump something inside the plant’s prey. Scotaloo clench her eyes shut as she felt the viscous mass sliding down her esophagus, further increasing the pressure in her mouth and throat which added to the feeling of discomfort, but as the substance landed on her stomach and was quickly absorbed by her organism, a second wave of comfort and happiness washed over her. Soon two more much tinier vines showed up and crawled down her nose, something that a minute or two before would certainly drive the young pegasus crazy and send her into a kicking and struggling frenzy, but in her subdued state she couldn’t bring herself to care too much about it and once a second mass of goo was fed to her, any and all traces of resistance, apprehension and discomfort disappeared completely. She even noticed they somehow helped her breath with increased ease despite having her mouth stuffed full, which she could certainly appreciate despite not being particularly desperate for air.

 

The process fell into a routine after that, no new tentacles violating Scootaloo as the plant gave her some time to stabilize and enjoy just how comfortable the big bulbous stalk was, as well as bask on the stimulation it continuously provided, the double penetration fast enough to keep her entertained but not enough to overwhelm her nerves or mind with pleasure. And thanks to the substance that was being slowly pumped inside her and now flowed through her body, keeping her senses dulled and her mind in a constant daze, Scootaloo was more than content to let it all merge together in a blanket of pleasure and warm fuzzy feeling as she sucked on the vine in her mouth and happily swallowed the honey it fed her. And of course, that was all as Apple Bloom intended.

 

The young earth pony couldn’t hide her smirk as Scootaloo was wrapped by the Filly Pod’s vines and carried over to the main bulb, while she herself stayed just far enough to avoid the invisible cloud of pollen surrounding it, knowing just what kind of effect it had on the minds of those who inhaled it in. She continued watching, a wet tingling feeling building up down there as the vines protruded her friend one by one, slowly thrusting and pumping at a steady rhythm, doing what they were meant to do by keeping Scootaloo both happy and subdued. Too horny from watching her friend being handled by the plant and figuring that by now Scootaloo was too far gone to struggle against the process of even questioning any changes to her surroundings, Apple Bloom finally laid down, swiftly moving down a hoof in between her hind legs and proceeding to touch herself. She let out a relieved sigh as she pressed the hoof against the already wet slit, slowly rubbing it in a circular fashion as she watched her friend being fucked by the vines, taking her time as she pleasured herself alongside Scootaloo for she knew just how much time they really had.

 

Apple Bloom had tried sharing with Scootaloo all the juicy details of how the Filly Pod’s metabolism and reproduction worked, but her pegasus friend could never quite follow all the scientific terms and complicated words. If she did, she would know that during this specific time of the year the process she was undergoing had an additional goal. During previous experiments, the vines pushing and pulling their way in and out of her forced the filly to secret both her own fluids as well as raw sexual energy, both of which were needed for the plant’s nourishment, while the substances being administered into her body made her both horny and docile, ensuring her cooperation with the feeding. This time however, the sweet goo she was being fed was particularly strong and even had a few extra components which would not only keep her happy and subdued, but also slowly drain her of her energy and mental faculty until she reached the desirable state not just for a source of food, but for a mating partner. And indeed, the orange colored filly completely lost track of time, paying no mind to her friend laying down and enjoying the show before her, or how she herself was slowly sinking into the bulb beneath her, the vertical slit running across it opening further to accommodate her as more and more vines emerged from within, wrapping around Scootaloo and pulling her deeper within a natural prison she would never escape.

 

As ensured by the chemicals inside her body and the vines keeping her on the edge of pleasure, Scootaloo didn’t resist or was even suspicious as she was pulled inside the plant’s bulbous body, nor feared as the slit closed and sealed her in, for either naturally or thanks to the foreign substances running through her body, she knew that’s where she belonged. The Honeysuckle continued working the filly inside, feeding her its slime filled with nutrients, aphrodisiacs and other mind altering chemicals through the vine in her mouth, its composition eventually changing slightly as Scootaloo’s biology adapted to her new home and she needed less incentives to remain quiet and happy. The ones inside her nose supplied her with oxygen even while inside the enclosed space, which somehow never felt too hot or too cold, remaining perfectly comfortable for the pegasus filly as she basked on the constant but soft stimulation she received, as well as the occasional orgasms, all the while remaining mostly still within the soft mass of tentacles that comprised the plant’s internals. But of course, all of that served a bigger, more important purpose.

 

The substance being fed to her, also rich with certain very special chemicals, ran through her system, being absorbed, processed, mixed with her own pheromones which she easily produced in her constantly aroused state thanks to a little help from her new home and guardian, and at the end not discarded as waste, but coming to rest within her womb. There, it would undergo a slow but consistent evolution over the course of several more weeks, given shape in a process similar but not quite identical to how regular impregnation with another pony would work for the filly, finally resulting not into a baby foal, but a seed just slightly smaller than one, which would then be secreted by the both of them and collected by Apple Bloom, a process that might be repeated once or twice more that same Spring depending on how fertile Scootaloo proved to be.

 

After Spring gave way to Summer and until it came back next year, Scootaloo would be spending most of her time sleeping and saving her energy, the sap infused with both nutrients and chemicals still being fed to her at regular intervals in order to keep her healthy and ensure she had good, pleasant dreams. She would be waken from time to time by the vines pleasuring her, bringing her to a slow orgasm for the Honeysuckle’s own feeding and the filly’s happiness, but in that state Scootaloo would no longer be able to produce enough sexual energy to sustain the plant by herself, prompting Apple Bloom, who had long since planted the seedlings they produced together, to find other fillies who would be fit to help the Earth Pony take care of her Filly Pod and the filly within.

 

Deep down, Apple Bloom herself was jealous of Scootaloo’s new position as the plant’s permanent mate, but was content knowing it was her role to be their caretaker, ensuring that that duo as well as all others than would eventually join them would know nothing but pleasure, happiness and comfort.