>With five of the vines stuffed in her various holes, pinkie grew fast under the assault of syrupy goo. >The snaking vines filled the dining area, grasping and grappling everypony into their wild folds. >Ensnared alongside a dozen others at Sugar Cube Corner, she was far from alone in her fate. >All the while, the pony in it’s grasp emits all kinds of gurgles, sloshes and grunts with each bulge of resin moving down the vine and into their bulging body. >The plunder vines simply pump until there’s nothing left to pump into. >If they succeed, the vine gets to work at it’s purpose. >When a pony is captured, most vines will try to find an entrance where they can. >They are more than capable of producing vast quantities of the gel. >The tips of most plunder vines leak a deceptively sweet resin. >The white-spattered Applejack was soon to follow her sister, splattering apart from the belly in a wet whump. >The the twitching filly’s stomach grew as large as a hefty pumpkin before she finally exploded into white fluff with a whimper. >Little Applebloom was the first to fall, unable to walk with the bulky and painfully distended belly below her. >Having nibbled at the roots in their futile attempt to remove them from the farm, the Apple family abandoned the effort and began to return to the farmhouse when the aching fullness began in earnest. >And if he wasn’t Applejack and Applebloom had no chance. >Size helps, but few are large enough to last through it all. >The stomach of an effected pony can grow larger than a pregnant mare’s, but everypony reaches their limits eventually. >The feeling of fullness in the eater goes rapidly goes from mild, to satisfied, to extreme, to uncomfortable, to painful, to immobilizing. >Once eaten, the hard sugary core of a root becomes thick and fluffy marshmallow. >An inquisitive bite is all it takes to seal their fate. ![]() >It is inevitable that anything gnawing or pulling on the protruding root will break it’s outer skin, giving a taste of what’s inside. >Hard and calloused on the outside, the roots’ cores are astoundingly sugary. >At it’s base, the roots of the plunder vine are often the first sign that the vines are growing. >And every part of the devious plants worked towards Discord's thousand-year-old fleeting interests. >And they did exactly what they were intended to do when they sprouted. >He had all this in mind when he conjured up the Plunder Seeds for his final contingency. >Discord was particularly fond of that one. >Most things were adjusted a little too much and went boom. >Of course not all of these things were round, so adjustments were made as needed. ![]() >Including but not limited to bubbles, balls, ponies, clouds, trees, griffons, small woodland animals, large woodland animals, and the geographical region formerly known as the Duchy of Haywick. >A hours before he was ultimately confronted, Discord had taken up an interest in round things. >When the Plunder Seeds were sewn all those centuries ago, he'd been in the midst of one such fancy. >Discord, as any respectable mad-god should be, was prone to flights of whimsy and brief phases of obsession. ![]() 81KB, 1792x772px Grimdark popping content ahead.
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