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Happy Pinkie Pie day, everyone! Enjoy! •W•
Out in the beautiful and calming forest of Camp Everfree, Pinkie Pie skips around, taking in the scenery. Though she was always an active, hyper party animal around other students or her friends, the girl did enjoy some quiet moments and took the opportunity to walk in the forest, letting the calm and peaceful atmosphere soak in. There were some plants she never knew about, finding them to be neat and pretty. As she continued on, she swore she heard a faint voice speak to her. Pinkie looked around to see if there were anyone around, but she seemed to be alone. She walked more slowly, making sure that whoever was speaking to her wasn’t too far behind since that person might be lost or lonely. That was when she approaches a beautiful pond surrounded in such exotic plants of which she’s never seen. She sits down and is amazed by the small area’s natural beauty, suddenly hearing the voice once more. It sounded very kind and welcoming, telling her to stay in the forest and to be with the plant life. It was mysterious, but trustworthy and sweet. Pinkie stood up to look around, unaware of the sparkling vines that approached from the dirt and heading towards the pink haired camper. Once they have come into contact with the skin of her legs, Pinkie was surprised and tried to pull the looping vines off, but she felt a tingly feeling when they touched her. Strange soothing pulses stimulated within her body, easing her into some state where she was more relaxed than ever. Her surprised expression turned into one of mindless happiness and bliss as she felt bits of her mind slip away while the vines twist and bind her body onwards, but she wasn’t really concerned of it. The strong green vines have pinned Pinkie’s arms as they pulled her gentle hands behind as and they soon begin to wrap around her cute camp outfit, providing another layer of skin and warmth. These entrancing vines were doing wonders for Pinkie Pie. She didn’t need to think, to speak, or to even look down at the ever moving plants. She knew they were keeping her safe and constrained in a binding nest and she wanted to keep that lovely vision in mind as it would be her new fate. Each touch on her soft pink skin made the entrapping process all the more enjoyable, almost like it was a hug that will never let go. At this point, Pinkie has submitted to the glorious vines that were now near her head, looping around her large poofy hair or slithering through it, playfully teasing the girl. This time, Pinkie wanted to speak about her entranced appreciation for the hypnotic vines and plants holding her into a graceful cocoon, but the vines have passed over her mouth, pressing against her lips to keel her quiet as words were unnecessary from now on. They looped and blindfolded her until every inch of pink from her was erased by dark and pale greens and browns, turning the party girl into a trophy of the forest. Pinkie yawned as she felt sleepy, hearing the voice once again telling her to stay in the forest. She now knew the voice was from the forest itself, wanting to claim their cute prize and keep her there for as long as it pleased. She didn’t mind the new change in, lifestyle. As long as the plants were happy to have her there, it was more than good enough for Pinkie. Accepting her mew home, Pinkie’s eyes fluttered, eventually shutting completely, leading the former party girl into an eternal, blissful slumber as she remains in the comforting cocoon of vines.
Criticism/requests welcome
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Out in the beautiful and calming forest of Camp Everfree, Pinkie Pie skips around, taking in the scenery. Though she was always an active, hyper party animal around other students or her friends, the girl did enjoy some quiet moments and took the opportunity to walk in the forest, letting the calm and peaceful atmosphere soak in. There were some plants she never knew about, finding them to be neat and pretty. As she continued on, she swore she heard a faint voice speak to her. Pinkie looked around to see if there were anyone around, but she seemed to be alone. She walked more slowly, making sure that whoever was speaking to her wasn’t too far behind since that person might be lost or lonely. That was when she approaches a beautiful pond surrounded in such exotic plants of which she’s never seen. She sits down and is amazed by the small area’s natural beauty, suddenly hearing the voice once more. It sounded very kind and welcoming, telling her to stay in the forest and to be with the plant life. It was mysterious, but trustworthy and sweet. Pinkie stood up to look around, unaware of the sparkling vines that approached from the dirt and heading towards the pink haired camper. Once they have come into contact with the skin of her legs, Pinkie was surprised and tried to pull the looping vines off, but she felt a tingly feeling when they touched her. Strange soothing pulses stimulated within her body, easing her into some state where she was more relaxed than ever. Her surprised expression turned into one of mindless happiness and bliss as she felt bits of her mind slip away while the vines twist and bind her body onwards, but she wasn’t really concerned of it. The strong green vines have pinned Pinkie’s arms as they pulled her gentle hands behind as and they soon begin to wrap around her cute camp outfit, providing another layer of skin and warmth. These entrancing vines were doing wonders for Pinkie Pie. She didn’t need to think, to speak, or to even look down at the ever moving plants. She knew they were keeping her safe and constrained in a binding nest and she wanted to keep that lovely vision in mind as it would be her new fate. Each touch on her soft pink skin made the entrapping process all the more enjoyable, almost like it was a hug that will never let go. At this point, Pinkie has submitted to the glorious vines that were now near her head, looping around her large poofy hair or slithering through it, playfully teasing the girl. This time, Pinkie wanted to speak about her entranced appreciation for the hypnotic vines and plants holding her into a graceful cocoon, but the vines have passed over her mouth, pressing against her lips to keel her quiet as words were unnecessary from now on. They looped and blindfolded her until every inch of pink from her was erased by dark and pale greens and browns, turning the party girl into a trophy of the forest. Pinkie yawned as she felt sleepy, hearing the voice once again telling her to stay in the forest. She now knew the voice was from the forest itself, wanting to claim their cute prize and keep her there for as long as it pleased. She didn’t mind the new change in, lifestyle. As long as the plants were happy to have her there, it was more than good enough for Pinkie. Accepting her mew home, Pinkie’s eyes fluttered, eventually shutting completely, leading the former party girl into an eternal, blissful slumber as she remains in the comforting cocoon of vines.
Criticism/requests welcome
Pinkie Pie-Hasbro
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