“Esse…….”

“Esse………….”

“Esse…………………………………”

Essex’s ears perking up at the sound of the familiar voice carrying through the trees, causing the Pegasus to pause and fidget her ears at the disturbance. Her green eyes scanning the trees that bordered the path, trying to discern the direction the voice was coming from, as for a moment she thought her age was getting to her making her senile.

“Ero?!” called out Ace by her side, the stallion letting Essex mentally sigh as he was clearly able to hear the weird vocation as well. The earth pony looking off to his left, as this had disturbed the business, they had been discussing for the earth ponies more “Stealthy options,”.

“Esse……” again came the voice, it was clearly Naarkerotic, but something was off with it, as if he had a cold or had been gargling horse cock for the better part of the afternoon. The more pressing fact was that Essex clearly remembered leaving her brother at home, the boy and his toys as he had gotten a live animal package from a mutual friend and had been hyped to give it a field test with Fuzz.

“Ero!?” called Essex, hoping she had not forgotten something, and her brother had caught up with her to remind her of some petty pre-arranged socialite faffing. Again she got nothing just silence before the word was again repeated, a slight pain in it, causing Essex to look at Ace who seemed equally perplexed. Rolling his eyes Ace took the initiative and was the first to brave the knee-high bracken, his legs hiking up and his hair rippling slightly as his stealth AUG made his disdain obvious.

“I better not get ticks,” mumbled Ace, reminding Essex she could fly, which is what she did to avoid the mobile Lymes depositories that liked to lurk in the underbrush.

“Don’t be a cry baby, you have seen worse diseases at the strip club,” shot back Essex at the worry wort, as the pair followed the sound that grew gradually louder as they went farther into the forest away from the beaten trail. The two wandering in what felt like circles the calling continuing growing ever louder, as they were evidently getting closer to the progenitor of the noise. Essex flying forward ahead of Ace, as she was more easily able to navigate the dense shrubbery.

And then Essex felt something slip around her slender neck……………………………………

That was where her memory stopped, the Pegasus’s heart jogging like a gong, with a mixture of pleasure and fear, as its thumping cause a migraine to manifest. Essex was hurt, she knew that much, her vision cloudy as if she had been struck over the head, but even so she could feel her blood leaking as it made her fur sticky with the strawberry jam. The snare around her neck barbed and snaking as it crept over her body peppering holes in her soft skin as it bound her in a steel grasp. Her struggles and grunts as she tried to fight doing nothing as she jostled ineffectually, doing nothing more than open more springs of scarlet to grace her orange coat.

The creaking of her bones as something grew tight around her barrel, ribs, and sternum protesting as more dribbles of blood stained her carroty veneer. A sudden lurch causing Essex stomach to bounce in her body, and she looked down and immediately regretted it.

Sitting below her she saw what was grasping her, a tree, but one that looked diseased, not a single leaf gracing its branches as it sat in an area seemingly devoid of life. The bark gnarled and cancerous, but that was not the off-putting thing, that was the gaping maw that sat as a callused beak at the top of the trunk. The trees maw opening as it wheezed out something.

“Esse….”

The sound causing Essex to flinch as the tree was using her brother's voice. This plant was mimicking him, the beast must have devoured him on one of his drunken midnight flights and was using his voice to lure prey in so she might join his fate as fertilizer. Essex cursing her brother for not mentioning his run-in with this sickly tree, before her revenge plotting was interrupted as she felt her left leg get pulled with a force that made the ball joint at her pelvis groan in disdain.

A second tendril had crept up her leg, the same as the first hugging her upper body in a stranglehold. The vine an off red bramble, like the first, the crimson colour corrupted slightly like a scab on a dry day, no doubt stained by the blood of the trees previous victims. The thorns on this creeping vine adding further fissures in straining skin, as muscles tried to resist, but with her throat wrapped in suffocating coils, Essex could not muster anything other than trembling fidgets.

It was weird to say but she found herself becoming damp, a wetness pervading her loins as an air of light-headedness overcame the mare, a giddy smile coming to her face. A lewd gasp unlike her struggled groans emanating from her lips as the tendril scraped over her rear ports, the pumps tensing as her quim dilated ready for a penetration that wouldn’t come. The plant cared little for such pleasures of the flesh, instead more interested in the nutrients held in this package of pony flesh, that would surely help this carnivorous tree flourish.

The tentacles groping Essex’s form giving her plenty of attention, as her body was caressed and explored as the tendrils found a perfect grip on the writhing pony. She was panting now, hips looking for a complimentary set of genitals, but finding just air. Mind fogging over like a sauna, just like the saucy heat on her loins, Essex now wanted only to be pleasured, the blood oaks venom a powerful aphrodisiac, as it rendered its prey into little more them mumbling moaners to shovel into its crushing jaws. This natural adaption for overpowering large prey working its magic on Essex’s nervous system with the precision of a kg of Viagra and a vibrator bayonetting the cervix.

She didn’t even notice when Ace joined the queue to ingestion, the stallion gritting his teeth in a cringing pain as he tried to resist, the toxin not rendering him an aroused zombie just yet, leaving him to wriggle in his fetters. At least he could take solace as his face scrunched up with ire as yet again a walk in the park ended up with him on the menu, though at least it was a break in routine as his predator lacked feathers and a toothpaste mane this time.

Such a pony was currently preoccupied leaking from her snatch like a slight drizzle over the dead earth below her. The trees previous meals watering the earth with iron, leaving the soil stained with rust, its own pungent competition methods killing all plants that dwelt around it, more than likely out of spite as its leafless branches lacked all the trappings for photosynthesis. The drugs in her system powerful, the direct injection through her peachy skin getting it deep in her heart and brain, leaving her just a thrall to her base desires, a need to procreate to the jostle of her egg factory like an earthquake.

The grasp of the tree tentative, as if it was teasing her, its barbs finding a place at her waist so that they might begin this procreative waltz like a ball of promiscuity. Essex increasing her tempo, lips quivering until her perfect teeth stilled it with a bleached barrier, that crumbled and fell like the Berlin wall leaving her mouth agape winded from her a fire foal maker. Her eyes fixed forward, a stare lost in her own euphoria, an orgasm ticking over like a stop clock waiting for that jolt that might jump-start the love chute to cascade a squirting spillage of mare cum.

Just such a shock was fast approaching, as gawking its lipless maw, the off-white bone like teeth glossy with sap, the tree was ready to feed. Its maw parting, showing a second pharyngeal maw deep within like a ribbed ring of ivory bleached in the sun from a vulture picked carcass. Essex was able to register the threat, but her body did nothing, her bucking only growing more intense as the end was coming, but she had no way of knowing it would not end with a crush and the spray of viscera like a watermelon hit with a mallet.

She began to stretch, the grasp at her shoulders and hips pulling apart like she was a slinky. The wingboner trying to sprout from her back unable to extend leaving her outer wings to flap like a fan, as if she was trying to herald someone to help her. The tree not caring for its quarry’s wellbeing as it began to tighten is constricting coils, like a great python, leaving a huffing gargle to come from Essex’s lungs as her tongue sat limply from her lips in a nirvana induced ahegao.

At first, Essex’s body flowed in the trees grasp, her joints clicking in a satisfying manner, as she kept pace with the weeds pulling. This soon changed though and with the moans of an aroused Ace somewhere in her peripheral vision, the stretching rack strain rapidly mounted as the plant tried to pull Essex in half like a living Christmas cracker. With her ponut winking, legs shaking in a spasm, something primal in Essex tried to resist, but any organized resistance was lost as she just wanted release. Essex’s body stopping as it was no longer able to go any further, before like a dead knot pulling taut in a hangman's noose a sound came from her body.

It was a wet sound like a sponge scraping over dishes, a gentle tearing and then in an eruption of gore and the squelch of her spinal disks parting Essex exploded in a blood mist of her innards. Her loins giving one last pulse as the Pegasus suffered a deathgasm, her loins spraying her shame like a garden sprinkler, as she found an ungodly pleasure in her own demise. Her emerald eyes wide, head rolling back like a cat, the dopamine that was now flooding her upper half complimenting the phantom pain of her now misplaced lower half.

“By the god…. goddess,” she managed to whimper in the coming down afterglow, her body spasming in the short few seconds before blood loss got her. The mare torn asunder, bisected at the midriff, in a jagged fissure of oozing body cavity, her intestines falling out with her spleen landing in the gullet of the greedy tree that seemed to be smiling its gummy grin of triumph.

The pattering of red rain falling on the tree as it seeded its soil, the time slowing as the last few beats of a starving heart emptied her blood vessels for an oil change that wasn’t coming. Then like that the tentacles dropped the Pegasus, a slow-motion fall, wings limp like a broken bird, as the darkness of the throat rapidly approached. Essex unable to see the gateway to digestion as her eyes rolled back and the now heavy eyelids shuttered, her body discarded now as nothing but sustenance. Even with death beckoning, a single coherent thought nestled in Essex’s mind to roost for when she next woke.

“I need one of these for the garden,”

And then she hit the back of the gullet and the beartrap jaws slammed closed.

CRUNCH……………….

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This is a commission from  Naarkerotics using his 2 ocs, Naarkessex and Ace, who have fallen prey to this dreaded carnivorous plant.

This is a double commission, as the art was done by my boi crazy water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) in one of our double commissions, in which he does the art and I do the juicy lemon and in this case the coloring before he added some funky shading to it.

Both the options for me colouring, and having lemons added to your images from him are available on his derpi link if one is interested.

The origin for this is pretty fun, I mentioned the mysterious whispering blood oak to Gizmo, and asked if he would want to see this unique predator out on a field run. Next thing I know we have this commission in the works and the lovely story and Image you see here was posted.


I hope you guys enjoy :)