Flax should have been terrified, she was in the clutches of a voracious pony devouring plant, its oily tendril-like vines wrapped around her snuggly like a lovers embrace. Her mind fuzzy, her heart singing as her loins itched for attention of the carnal pursuits. This heightened sense of lust she had suddenly come down with seemed to be pervasive as all around her the wet sounds of hooves on receptive groins and the accompanying moaning of females seeking their own sweet release.

Her eyes drifting upwards as her head was leaned backwards as her slack body was manipulated by waxy vines. Her eyes finding erotic latex pods, each filled with a wriggling occupant. The chambers formfitting so that every curve of the mares within could be seen, the sacks glistening as they gently rocked from the momentum of hips locked in lovemaking. The cooing moans like a symphony of doves, interspersed with sharp screams, as periodically a mare contained within squirted as her body was overcome with a rolling orgasm and for a moment the pod went still as the respective occupant locked up from a powerful clench of their love piping.

A fibrous sack just above Flax showing a mare with the most enthused expression upon her face, the mares closed in pleasures eyes seemingly looking right at her potential roommate. Flax’s eyes looking at her forehooves that seemed to be struggling as they tried to find a good motion to caress the no doubt drenched taint of the self-stimulated mare. thick pinks in the air as some sort of sensual pollen increased in concentration in the shady atmosphere, as Flax ovaries ached like the most intense heat she had ever experienced. Her letterbox leaking as her loins was flooded with lubricant for a stallion staff that was not coming, her body in overload as she wanted to shire a million foals.

Flax needed someone to rut her, her eyes focusing on a bulge where two mares were given that possibility. Their bodies slotted together in an interlocked 69, both hips grinding against the other skulls like sandpaper in almost elegant motions. The supple flesh, muscles in fatty flanks tensing as the two mares seemed muzzle deep in each other’s marehood, shivering slightly with each limber lick. The folds pliant and easily allowing the pair to eat each other to their hearts content in the blanket of a green screen. The pod jostling back and forth rapidly as their motions made it swing like a pendulum, as orgasm after orgasm wracked their bodies as they refuse to stop their barrages upon each other’s private parts. The paired mares just one of many wobbling pods that sat on this long vine, each occupant seemingly lost in their explorations of the female form.

Not every pod was a euphoric mare lost in the nirvana of her own dopamine-induced haze some were more rounded. The mares within turned to nothing more than meatloaf, sluiced and compressed into slowly shrinking bags of meat. In a way Flax knew that the shared occupancy pod would be the same soon, two mares becoming one thick curry ready to be sapped of nutrients, but she didn’t care. The blue mares’ purple eyes looking at the skulls with little more then passing curiosity as empty eye sockets stared back at her as a morbid reminder that in the end, she was just going to be shapely lunch meat like the rest of her herd. Her attractive face, cute snort when she laughed, her love for making clothes, all would be lost as she was reduced to a calorie packet, the fate happening to Hazel who was now just a tail and a very pleasant looking bulge oozing upwards as the vine set about tucking her away in a pod, as some seemed to be opening up vacancies.
The snaps and crackles of failing bones like grim notes being plucked on a guitar, as the mulched mares occupying a few of the more active pods deflated like punctured tires. the mares within were metabolized into little more than energy to be stored for the gluttonous predator. Flax was watching her friends die, turning to naught but chyme, and she felt nothing but a pleasant thrumming as her vagina flashed the world and her little clitoris was but a red cherry in a field of blue as if she could lure in a stud like a whore of the night. She wished she had larger breasts so she could juggle them seductively, but right now she felt like the sexiest mare in Equestria as her nose told her all around her were in a beyond normal heightened state of arousal, as if they had snorted Viagra-like coke fiends.

The smell of sex was thick in the air, hormones mixing with the pink pheromones that had included heat in the group of mares who had wandered into its domain. They had simple biology, easily lured by their base senses and as the concentration of said stimulants increased, they were reduced to little more than gibbering cock sheathes who would do anything for something to release the pressure. The scents luring them closer until the vine could snag them, its grip almost comforting to the rewired mare brain so that its meals did not struggle as it shepherded them to their short-term homes. Even now the first few were nothing but pulp, simmering and sizzling as the gurgles of active enzymes reduced them to their base components. Normally the plant would place a mare in her own individual pod, but the number that had fallen into its constricting clutches was too much for such reservations and it was going to have to double stack its digestive sacks to make the most of this abundance of nitrate.

Ignoring the pop of a skull imploding over the moans of desire and the grumbles of simmering stews, Flax’s eyes lay upon the slowly growing shorter tail of Hazel. The blue mares’ forelegs struggling in her organic bindings, not for survival but so that her hooves might find her cooch, a luxury that Hazel had just now been awarded and even as she sank into the vine, she was vigorously scrubbing her decks. Behind her Flax could hear Amber and the blue mare took solace in that as it meant she would have a roomie to nibble her snatch like a starved rat, that chocolate mare always was a vigorous lover and it would be fun to revisit their college years one last time before they were juiced.

Ears fidgeting as the moans of Hazel reached a peak as she finally found some love to grace her cock port, as she trundled along to a sack that had just freed up. With her friend reduced to a bulge all Flax saw the mouth of this creature open up in front of her as she quivered in anticipation as a damp wetness overtook her head. the creature easily dilating to accept her as it was eager to tuck her away in its larder with the other for now lively mares. Flax was still unable to register the danger even as she was swallowed whole, the mare just knowing that she was about to find sexual bliss as her body was struck by the earthquake of one last thrill.

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Larder Vines are a Plant pred I have been meaning to develop for a while. Crazy Water was asking for something that used pheromones to predate mares and I was like "O boy you know I have several dozen," and we settled on this exotic plant vore pred to tuck away a score of mares.

Larder Vines lure in prey by inducing a lusty miasma, making their victims want to fuck their brains out. This makes them easy prey as they are scooped up and shoveled into a wide gaping maw.

The Larder Vine gets its name from its storage method of prey, suspending them in tight sacks so the lewd sexual acts within can be observed by curious onlookers. This has the added ability of showing the phases of digestion as the poor ponies are loosened up by a caustic bath. If an abundance of mares occurs like what has happened here they are stored and digested based on necessity over several months, allowing the vine to grow longer so that in the next feeding it can accommodate even more squirming packets of pony meat.

Art was done by Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water )

Concept and moral support by me.

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