Author's Notes:

Takes place at the end of chapter eleven, and is canon to the main story.

“Damn it, I’m bored!” Dash shouted out loud. She spun around in my desk chair, sighing.

[Well I’m sorry you’re stuck on Earth in my body, and I’m sorry you’ve got control of it.]

That’s not what is bothering me, it’s that you keep complaining and don’t want me to go on the internet.

[Fine! Then go on, but don’t come crying to me when you find out how glue is made.]

It’s not like you could hide your password from me anyway.

Dash reached over to the keyboard and woke the computer up. She typed in my password and launched Icefox™, the off-brand competitor to Internet Searcher™. Thankfully, Skylight™ 7 didn’t crash on us.

So I was thinking we can go back to that site with pictures of me on it.

[Oh no, of all the things on the internet, why there?]

Because they had nude photos of me, and if they have nude photos of me, they must have some of Soarin!

[Oh god, kill me now. And they’re not photos, they’re art!]

Dash quickly found Ditzy.ou™ in my search history, using my own thoughts against me.

Come on, how often am I going to get the chance to travel to Earth and see. . . holy shit! The site banner says it has over 400,000 photos of ponies!

[Art, and yeah, it does. They’re not all porn though.]

Sure they’re not, you humans are freaking perverts!

[First off, I didn’t know about this until we found it online tonight. Secondly, I didn’t draw any of them!]

Dash pulled up the search bar and typed her name in, as well as Soarin’s. Instantly images of her filled the screen. She almost seemed disappointed to see that they were all decent.

Hey, I thought I was gonna see Soarin naked.

[Eager to get a piece of that cock?]

What?! No, I just you know. . . for fun.

[Well, it’s porn. You have to type something into the search bar like ‘bondage’ or ‘anal sex’ or ‘teenage co-eds latex bondage M/M/F mast non-con caught’]

I. . . I don’t want to know why that was so specific.

[Check my search hist—]

Nope!

Dash typed in a new search, adding the words latex and sex. She was reward with an animated image of Soarin ramming her pussy relentlessly. Dash was clad head to toe in a latex Wonderbolts suit, and had a thick black bit gag in her mouth. She was drooling all around it.

Shit that’s hot. I’ve just got to—fuck! I forgot you’ve got a dick.

[Yeah, we’re on Earth, remember? I guess you can’t clop now.]

Eh, I’m sure I can figure it out.

[So you’re going to clop to naked pictures of yourself? Up until yesterday you had no idea there was an entire television show and thousands of nude pictures of you, and you’re okay with that?]

Dash clicked on a thumbnail with her and Fluttershy, and I felt myself growing more aroused. I had to admit they were rather sexy in the artwork. Both mares had bright red ballgags in their mouths, and vibrators taped over their clitoris. They each had the others' cutie mark on butt plugs in their ass.

Wow, that’s hot. Well, it’s not like, cheating or anything, if I masturbate to myself.

[It’s sort of creepy.]

Dash reached down and unfastened my jeans, freeing my erection. She began to run my fingertips along the shaft, teasing the member as it finished growing.

[Come on, you’re jerking off to yourself in another person’s body!]

I know, isn’t it freaky? Oh wait, I’ve always had this fantasy… I wonder.

[Oh lord.]

Dash typed in tentacles in the search bar, adding it to her name. She was rewarded with animations of her being wrapped up naked by vines and tentacles and raped.

[Damn it, that is kinda hot.]

See? Why don’t you just like, relax, and let me live out a little fantasy?

[You’re gonna owe me one hell of a favor for agreeing to let you jack me off to pictures of yourself.]

Deal! This is so awesome! Just sit back and let a girl fantasize. . .

Daring Dash walked down a pathway deep in the Everfree. She had been exploring the area for any sign of the evil Dr. Weird™, a super-villain magician unicorn. He was known far and wide as one of the most nefarious and handsome unicorn villains of all time.

Her wings had been injuried, leaving her unable to pull off a Sonic Rainboom and scare the villain out of hiding.

[Come on, Dash, that’s so cliche.]

Shut up, I’m trying to keep you hard.

[Hey! Tons of guys have that problem. . .]

Less talking more fantasizing!

Dash stepped into a clearing and readied her whip. The forest was dead silent, and she could tell something was off. Suddenly, she noticed a purple flower in the middle of the clearing. Sweet scents of lavender drifted off of it. Dash saw a lonely pink butterfly drift past the flower, flying out of the clearing.

She felt drawn to the plant, unable to resist the sweet aroma. Her mouth was watering, and part of her felt like eating the flower. Dash knew better than to try and eat a wild flower in the Everfree. Yet, even from a few feet away she could already taste something as sweet as honey on her tongue.

Dash looked around, seeing she was alone in the clearing. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to just nibble off a petal and test the plant.

[I’m rolling my eyes.]

Hey! If you interrupt again I’m gonna jam your dick in a bowl of ice. Let me have my moment.

[Fine, I’ll shut up and let you get off.]

Ahem.

Dash looked around, seeing she was alone in the clearing. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to just nibble off a petal and test the plant. She leaned forward, breathing the scent in deeply and closing her eyes. Her skin tingled and warmth flooded her cheeks, causing her to blush.

With her front teeth she pulled off a single petal, and chewed. That single petal was impossibly moist, the honey flavor spreading across her entire tongue and down her throat. Dash was so lost in the taste, she hardly noticed her pussy winking at the empty clearing. Muscles clenched up, until her clitoris peeked out before being sucked back into her moist marehood.

Dash looked around the clearing and, content the flower was safe, she smiled and bent down to eat it. She bit down on the stem of the flower, attempting to eat it in one bite. The stem was too tough to chew threw, so Dash continued to grind her teeth against it.

Having made no progress, Dash tried to let go and lift her head up. Her jaw felt stuck and she gasped, feeling thick honey flowing from the stem out across her teeth. Dash yanked her head back hard, but the plant didn’t budge. Her teeth were still lodged in the stem of the flower.

There was a burst of pollen, filling Dash’s throat and nose with the sickly sweet aroma. She sneezed, spraying a thick yellow dust out her nose. Dash felt woozy, falling onto her ass, unable to keep her balance. She felt like she was on fire, her skin sweating profusely and the lips of her pussy dripping from her arousal.

The flower inside Dash’s mouth began to unfurl and expand. The petals stuck to the roof of her mouth and her tongue. With Dash unable to get her teeth off the stem, her mouth was filled up by the flower. Her screams were muffled, as she could not escape as the plant sealed itself in place.

Dash knew she was in trouble, but the pollen from the plant had taken hold of her quickly. The flower bent towards the ground, allowing the dazed pony to flop to the ground. Dash’s legs began stretching out, clawing at the dirt as she was lost in euphoria.

Several vines and roots began to emerge from the ground. The vines helped guide her hind legs under the roots, which pulled themselves back into the dirt. Her legs became pinned in the soft earth beneath her.

Dash moaned as more pollen and honey filled her mouth. With the flower expanded, it all managed to reach her lungs. The honey rolled down the back of her throat towards her stomach, nourishing her and numbing her throat.

Several small finger-like appendages spread out in her mouth and started to twist their way down her throat. Dash whimpered, feeling neglected that the flow of honey had stopped. She then felt something inside the stem of the flower moving, and a vine emerged from the flower, following the feelers down her throat.

Dash couldn’t gag, having been numbed, and felt the vine slide down towards her stomach. The smaller appendages had found her lungs, allowing her to breath despite the large vine now planted in her throat.

The vine began convulsing and pumping honey into her stomach. Some of the honey still trickled out of the flower onto her tongue. She struggled to lick the delicious treat up, but her tongue was pinned by the flower. Dash’s stomach felt full and more warmth and euphoria spread throughout her.

When she began to get too full, Dash tried to shift her positions. She found all four of her legs had been pinned by the roots of the plant. She gasped into the flower as she felt a vine prodding her marehood.

Dash’s marehood was soaked from her arousal and the potent drugs in her system. She felt her nether-lips begin winking, pulling themselves so wide apart she imagined she could take Soarin to the hilt in one wink. Her pleasure button popped out and the vine rubbed it, then followed it inside her pussy.

The vine writhed and drove itself deeper inside her. It began to spiral and rotate around, rubbing itself against her like a corkscrew. It expanded until it filled her vagina completely, stretching it slowly outward. Dash felt overwhelmed by the feeling of complete fullness inside her.

Her breathing was fast and ragged, and the vines were shooting more of the honey into her stomach and pussy. A third vine, not wanting its prey to feel neglect, pushed up against her tight ass.

Her virgin pucker clenched down, trying to prevent the vine from entering. Yet, the honey it sprayed onto her ass caused her to relax, loosening up her muscles. As the vine slid in, Dash felt a new filling of fullness.

The vine in her intestines continued to push in further, ejecting as much honey as it could. The vine pulsing in her pussy was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure between the vines rubbing together in her ass and pussy was too much.

Dash bit down on the stem, unable to control herself as her temperature continued to rise and she sweat more and more. She began writhing around, wishing the plant would hurry up.

The vines and roots tightened around her, squeezing her painfully. Dash’s teeth were biting the stem so hard that the plant thought she was trying to escape. Yet, in truth Dash was merely tensing up to prolong and ride her pending orgasm as long as possible.

Her muscles were burning and she was trembling all over. Her vision was fading to white and her breathing had stoppe—

Oh, FUCK YES!

[Wow.]

Whew, I can’t believe you didn’t want me to masturbate to myself.

[Well, you have quite the imagination. Now, would you mind wiping all of that cum off my stomach?]

Oh, hehe, of course.

[Thanks. So, what happened to you next in the fantasy?]

Eh, I don’t know why, but now that you orgasmed I don’t care.

[What? No, I want to know what happens.]

Hey, it’s your body. You tell me why you can only have one orgasm and then you lose all interest in sex.

[All males can only have one orgasm. Usually I fall asleep after having one, it’s a great way to relax.]

Heh, stallions can come just as often as mares. You humans are missing out.

[Ugh, whatever just please finish the story for me?]

Well, I can try. . . but now that you’ve blown your load I just don’t feel like my heart would be in it, Dude.

[Please, Dash! Don’t leave me hanging!]

Wait. . . now you’re turned on by imagining me naked! Dude!

[You started it! Now finish it!]

Fine, but only because you’re starting to get hard again. Maybe I can force one more out.

[Thank you!]

Her muscles were burning and she was trembling all over. Her vision was fading to white and her breathing had stopped.

Dash felt the vines thrust deeply into her, vibrating the thick stalks and shoving her over the edge. She gasped for air, letting all her muscles relax for a brief moment. Dash then clenched down on the vines, milking every drop of honey out of them as she began to spasm uncontrollably.

She felt so full, fuller than she had in her whole life. The warmth was electrifying and her sweaty, exhausted muscles continued to thrash around against the soil. Dash could feel honey leaking out of all her orifices, coating her wet fur.

Dash wanted to feel more, wanted the orgasm to last a little longer. The feeling of something bulging past her teeth gave her just the extra stimulation she was looking for. The plant continued to push a large seed down the vine in her mouth, towards her stomach.

Her jaw widened to the point that tears started to roll from her eyes in pain. Yet, with her orgasm hitting her full strength the pain only caused her more joy. As her mouth closed down around the seed, it began to stretch out her throat. Despite it being numb, she could feel every inch of the bulge in her throat. The large bump caused her neck to swell to nearly double its size, miraculously not killing her.

It continued to slide down, making her feel twice as full as either vine in her hind quarters. The seed sped up its descent until plopping in her stomach. Dash coughed, spraying some honey out of her nose. She then realized how bloated her stomach was as her orgasm faded, giving her one last jolt of adrenaline and pleasure.

Dash’s post-orgasm bliss allowed her a few moments of rational thought. She was pinned down in the clearing, her stomach having swollen up to twice the size of a pregnant mare. Several inches of honey had coated her entire skin. Dash had not been sweating, but had been getting encased in honey by the plant.

Already she could feel the honey thickening and hardening. She could feel her stuffed pussy and ass leaking honey, and felt it dripping out her nostrils. Dash couldn’t fathom how the honey had so completely filled every inch of her, then remembered the vine that had gone into her lungs. Without the plant keeping her alive, she would literally be drowning in honey.

Dash moaned and squirmed under the thick layer of honey, closing her eyes as a vine shot a hot load on her face. She had now been completely covered in the thick syrup, and already most of it had hardened.

The seed in her stomach was incubating, and Dash began to feel the drugs in her system re-exerting control. She had no idea if she would become plant food, or if she was just incubating the seed. Whatever her fate, Dash was powerless to stop it.

Unbeknownst to Dash, Dr. Weird™ stood at the edge of the clearing. He watched as her body was racked with another orgasm, and he twirled his mustache.

“Yes, Daring Dash, you were no match for my Honeysuckle plant! Mwahahaha!”

[Just. . . wow, Dash. You should totally write fan fiction.]

Heh, no thanks. I’m not some loser who sits at home writing fan fiction when they could be flying and doing stunts. Maybe Twilight will want to write fan fiction.

[Hah! Could you imagine her writing fan fiction? That’d be horrifying!]

Yeah, we can agree on that. So, what now?

[Well, I guess we just get some sleep, and I try not to think about how you just jacked off twice to a flash animation of yourself being raped by vines while fantasizing about a plant capturing you, raping you, planting a seed in your stomach, and force-feeding you until you nearly burst. I must say, you’re my kind of kinky.]

Hey, you almost sound jealous. Not all mares are prudes. I like to experiment.

[Well I’m glad to hear you say that, because I promise when this is over I’ll show you just how dexterous my fingers are.]

Deal, and I’ll give you a wing job.

[Wait, that’s a real thing?]

Dash chuckled, wiping the last of the lotion and ‘excrement’ off of me and tossing the tissues in the trash. She yawned and headed to my bed, flopping down on it to sleep.

Good night, my little Donny.