Stormy clouds cast dark shadows over Everfree Forest. It was just past midday, but one could be fooled to think night has just arrived as the sun was nowhere to be seen, the cold wind blowing through the trees an omen of the storm to come. Yet, ignoring the ominous atmosphere surrounding her, a single bold filly braved the forest all by herself. Why wouldn’t she? Her dear friend Sweetie Belle disappeared weeks ago, after losing her way in that very forest, in a day not unlike the current one. Apple Bloom blamed herself. She was right there with her. Had she just paid a little more attention to her friend, none of that would have happened. The somber atmosphere in the town. The search parties. The weak, empty words of consolation. The guilty. Soon it became too much for Scootaloo, who left in search for her friend. She never came back either. No, Apple Bloom couldn’t take it any longer. She couldn’t stand that sad, miserable Ponyville and more than anything else, she missed her friends dearly. And so Apple Bloom left, foolishly venturing right into the lion’s maw, foolishly betting everything that her enterprise would wield more fruits than the previous ones.

The filly searched the dark forest, dodging its dangers she was so familiar with it. She wandered high and low, looking behind trees and rocks, the treetops and holes in the ground, the usual places and areas she barely ever ventured to. Yet she found nothing and as the hours went by, the clouds got darker and darker, thunder rumbling in the distance. Determined as she was, Apple Bloom still didn’t want to be out there underneath a storm and found a cave to hide inside while waiting for the skies to clear. That part wasn’t too hard, all she had to do was stick around the rocky areas until she found and opening, and she found one alright. A big, ominous mouth protuberating from the mountainside. Apple Bloom had stumbled over that very same cavern before, but she couldn’t remember ever going inside. Now that she thought about it, there was also a storm on the day Sweetie got lost. Could it be that she also entered that very cave while looking for shelter. There was only one way of finding out.

It was cold and dark inside, but the ingenious filly came prepared. Using the weak light coming from the entrance to her advantage, Apple Bloom rummaged the insides of her saddlebags, first procuring a scarf she wrapped around her neck, and then a lantern which she promptly lighted and while holding it between her teeth, stepped deeper inside the cave. The howls of the wind outside persisted for a while, soon being replaced by the faint, distance sound of rain. As she marched onwards, it too faded into mere drops of water, echoing seemling endlessly within the gargantuan open space within the cavern. It was a large cave many feet wide and she could barely see the ceiling above as it expanded deep inside the earth. Eventually the path started splitting but that didn’t discourage the well prepared filly, who kept track of her way with a map she drew as she progressed, but soon the twists and turns made the cavern seem almost like a labyrinth, pushing Apple Bloom’s skills to the limit as she tried not to get lost. As she continued exploring, Apple Bloom soon lost track of time, searching and mapping her way so deep in until even the sound of droplets stopped, leaving only a deafening, oppressive silence behind only broken occasionally by the fillies own shouts as she hoped to attract the attention of her friends she didn’t even know for sure were there. The silent tension, the mental work employed not to lose her way, the underlying stress that had been building up inside her for weeks, all these factors combined together and got worse and worse until Apple Bloom felt like she was ready to explode. That’s when she noticed something. As she finished adding the latest notes to her map, she saw something green on the floor. Inspecting it closer, it wasn’t mold or vegetation, but some kind of goo, transparent and viscous to the touch. It seemed somewhat dry, but wasn’t too old, no more than a day probably. That’s when she saw the others, goblets big and small, smudges forming an almost straight line going deeper inside the labyrinthian cave. It was a track, a lead, and with her will reinvigorated, Apple Bloom was determined to follow it.

She marched on, carefully watching her steps as she tried to follow the faint trail in the dimly lit cave, the tracks not only becoming bigger as she followed them, but their pale green color was becoming more vibrant, the previously mostly dry globs now glittering ever so slightly with humidity. Apple Bloom knew she was getting close to their source, whatever it was. And indeed, just a couple turns ahead she found what she was hoping she would, just not in the way she expected. The already large passageway opened up into an even bigger room with some areas almost coated in the weird green substance Apple Bloom had been following, but what immediately caught the filly’s eyes was straight ahead, on the floor and wall directly opposite to the entrance, where a particularly large amount of the goo laid. Adorning the walls on ground level, big globs of the green slime. The filly felt a shiver going down her spine when she saw them. What was she even looking at, and more important, what made it? But then a thought raced across her mind. They seemed big enough to hold a pony inside, specially a filly or colt. Maybe the most important question was what was inside. With a nervous gulp, Apple Bloom slowly approached them until their insides were clear even within the darkness of the cave and she didn’t know if she should be happy or scared. Pointing her lantern’s fire towards the transparent green globs, it became evident they weren’t just globs, but cocoons, and she could easily see Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo inside, even other foals she didn’t recognized. She had finally found her friends, and alongside them something much more sinister. Multiple thoughts  on who did that to her friends and for what reason run across her mind, but she had no time to cower. She needed to save her friends!

She pushed her hoof against the cocoon holding Scootaloo, and its surface gave in with little resistance, allowing the filly to reach for her friend inside. Strangely enough, despite Apple Bloom being afraid of touching the cocon, the green slime which now coated her front legs didn’t feet all that bad. Soft and warm, almost comforting. Her friends were sleeping soundly inside, maybe the goo had something to do with it? If it did, then she’d want to avoid too much contact with it. Being on edge was better than comfort in her current situation. Her thoughts surrounding the slime and its effects soon evaporate however. Now that Scootaloo was within the reach of her hooves, she noticed something odd in her. Sure it had been weeks since she saw any of her friends, but she didn’t remember them being so small. They seemed younger, even. But it didn’t matter, she could worry about that later. Now, she had a job to do. Apple Bloom wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo’s seemingly diminished body and carefully pulled her back. She felt some resistance this time, but she still managed to release her friend without too much of a hassle, carefully laying her to rest on the rocky ground underneath before inspecting her closer. She was breathing alright, and no visible wounds anywhere. Despite mysteriously shrinking, she didn’t seem thinner or dehydrated either. Really, she was oddly healthy for a filly who had been missing for weeks. Finally deciding her friend was in no danger, Apple Bloom softly shook her, attempting to wake her up. It didn’t take much effort for Scootaloo to open her eyes.

“Scoot, yer alright? We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya!”

Scootaloo simply stared back at Apple Bloom, her eyes empty, a confused expression on her face. Suddenly, she started shivering, as if she has just realized she was cold.

“C-cold, s-so cold… W-where’s mommy...”

“Mommy? Watcha talkin’ ‘bout, Scoot? It’s me, Apple Bloom!” The apple filly said in a frustrated tone before shaking her friend. Scootaloo didn’t even resist, but her expression did light up a bit.

“A-apple Bloom? Y-yeah, Apple Bloom! It’s been so long. Why are you here? Are you my new sister?” Scootaloo replied in a creepily cheerful manner before going in for a weak hug, which Apple Bloom reluctantly accepted. That filly didn’t feel anything like the Scootaloo she knew. But whatever was going on with her friend, she felt she had to keep her close and safe, somehow.

“S-sister? Not sure Ah follow ya, Scoot...”

“Yeah, sister. Just like Sweetie and the other fillies! Mommy will be good to you, just like she is for us ~”

“Mommy? Is she the one who kidnaped ya’ll?”

“Kidnap is such a strong word. Don’t worry little filly, I take very good care of all my children ~”, came a voice from behind her, sending a shiver down her spine and prompting Apple Bloom to almost jump as she turned around. There she was, the pony who took her friend away, and in that very moment it became obvious where all the goo came from. She looked like a regular pony at first sight, but it didn’t take long, even in the dark, to notice she was see-through, her green body made of the same gooish substance that Apple Bloom followed there and held her friends captive. 

“W-who in tarnation are ya?” Apple Bloom asked angrily, the subtle stammer and cold sweat running down forehead betraying the fear she felt. Still, she protectively held the tiny Scootaloo against her chest.

“Aw, are you worried about you little friend? That’s so cute. Don’t worry, you’ll always be together now ~” the creature said as she approached Apple Bloom, raising her right hoof to touch the filly. Apple Bloom meant to run, pulling her friend with her, but to her surprise Scootaloo lunged towards the goo pony, not away from it. She could have easily overpowered her friend, but Scootaloo’s sudden movement threw off her balance and Apple Bloom fell on her side as the pegasus hugged her “mommy”. Motherly Slime was more than happy to return it and Apple Bloom watched in shock as Scootaloo was slowly absorbed into her, a content smile on the filly’s face as she curled into fetal position right in the center of the goo pony’s belly, just like a baby. It was all starting to make sense to Apple Bloom.

Despite her grim realization that the pony-shaped monster was kidnapping fillies and turning them into babies, she didn’t have time to cower in fear, she had to save her friends. No, not just her friends, all the captive foals needed her and she had to move fast. A mere second later Apple Bloom was on her hooves again, rushing towards Sweetie Belle’s cocoon. Having disappeared first, the unicorn filly had regressed further than Scootaloo and was now small enough to be carried back to Ponyville with only minor effort. Apple Bloom was no fool, she knew she stood no chance against the goo pony, but if she could rescue even one of her friends, she could show to the other ponies back in Ponyville what they were dealing with and most important, where to find it. She dug her hooves inside the filly’s cocoon, grabbing her and pulling her out with all her might, but before she could do anything else, she felt two long tendrils of goo wrapping around her belly and chest and raising her in the air. As she struggled against her restraints, the filly watched Motherly Slime walking towards her, the tentacles which emerged from her chest shortening alongside the distance between them. And just like that Apple Bloom’s entire plan went south, the monster’s reach taking her by surprise. Still, she trashed and kicked, trying to get free, but there was not much she could do in her current situation, especially not while holding Sweetie Belle in her hooves, and she couldn’t let go of her at that height either.

“Don’t worry little one. I can tell how much you love your friend, and you’ll be sisters very soon ~ ” Motherly Slime said as she finally reached Apple Bloom, wrapping her front legs around her in a hug as she was absorbed within. The filly fought the entire time, even when starting to panic as she felt her hindquarters being engulfed by the warm, soothing substance that composed the mare’s body. No matter how strong her fighting spirit was, once her head had been absorbed, her fate was sealed. She still refused to give up, so busy trashing against her living prison she didn’t even find it weird that she could still breath inside. Moments later, she started getting tired, much earlier than she’d expect. She still fought, but it was clearly useless. Inside Motherly Slime’s warm and comforting innards she could understand why Scootaloo was so happy despite having been kidnapped. As her consciousness slowly faded, Apple Bloom begin losing track of her surroundings, as if the world outside Motherly Slime no longer existed, but she could still feel Scootaloo’s presence beside her and the small Sweetie Belle still in her caress. With her rebellious twitching finally dying out for good, Apple Bloom floated closer to her pegasus friend, wrapping her free arm around her as she finally gave in, falling asleep. 

The trek across Everfree and her exploration of the caves had taken a toll on Apple Bloom. Her hooves hurt and her muscles were sore, but when she next opened her eyes she felt better than ever than before. She couldn’t worry or fear even if she wanted or and even thinking was proving to be challenging. Her mind was fuzzy, she was relaxed, happy, even a funny tingly feeling deep inside her. There was something in her mouth, soft and warm. She looked down with her eyes still haf shut, only to see the green substance thickening around her mouth, forming a tendril similar to the one that captured her earlier and entering her mouth. From the feel of it it was going pretty deep in, which by all means should be extremely uncomfortable and trigger her gag reflex, but for whatever reason it was almost pleasant. Always the curious filly she looked further down, first seeing a second tentacle disappearing inside her belly button, and then a faint blush appeared on her cheek as she saw another one going inside her private part, explaining the strange sensation she could feel. This one was moving, going back and forth, pulsating deep inside her in a slow but rhythmical manner, and that wasn’t all, she could still few yet another one further down, its slick texture allowing it to easily penetrate her little butthole.

Apple Bloom watched it intensely, almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. She was young but not completely innocent and knew very well what the pressure building up inside her meant and being in no particular rush to get out, she resigned to simply enjoy it, sucking on the tentacle inside her mouth as her soft moans were silenced by the goo surrounding her. It didn’t take long for the filly to reach an orgasm, her pussy leaking its juices which soon disappeared inside Motherly Slime’s body, and what a orgasm it was! Apple Bloom wasn’t new to them, but something about it felt much better than any she ever had. It wasn’t that strange, really. She was so happy and comfortable, it made sense her orgasms would feel that good. 

After her orgasm ended, Apple Bloom resigned to just float there in the green goo, basking in the afterglow as the tendril inside her butt continued doing its work. Just as Apple Bloom was done recovering and the pleasure was gone, the one inside her pussy started pulsating once again, slower than before, almost as if it was being careful not to tire her too much. But why? As Apple Bloom closed her eyes and relaxed even further, she could feel the presence of the pony she was inside of. What was her name again? Motherly Slime? It was a fitting name, she thought, it even felt like she was being taken care of. Apple Bloom was almost convinced of that, but a voice deep inside her told her that wasn’t true. Motherly Slime was a kidnapper and Apple Bloom had to rescue her friends! Her energy replenished, the filly once again started thrashing in place as she once again remembered her mission, fighting against the pleasure and relaxation she felt. But as soon as she did, the tentacle inside her mouth started pulsating, the young earth pony feeling it pushing something big inside her mouth and down her throat. At first that only prompted her to struggle even harder, but once whatever was being pumped inside her stomach reached its destination, she felt a hunger she hadn’t even noticed until that moment being sated. Apple Bloom was smart enough to understand she was being fed and once the second pulse came, she swallowed it eagerly. She needed the nutrients if she wanted to run away, the filly told herself, but with each “egg”, she struggled and worried less and soon she had once again forgotten all about her predicament, resigning herself to simply enjoying her meal.

Soon she had a full tummy, full enough for the filly to feel sluggish, and alongside the constant orgasms, Apple Bloom was once again feeling sleepy. With the last spark of resilience she had in her she looked around, fighting against the sleep as the warm, soothing substance she was still floating inside of did it best to keep her tame. The filly could see things around her, vague shapes that she couldn’t even register, most of it just a green-tinted darkness. Still, she scouted her surrounding in search for her friends and fellow crusaders. Even in her dazed state she could eventually locate the cocoons and the orange and white silhouettes within and unable to do much more, weakly reached towards them. It did accomplish something, as feeling her new daughter’s earning for them, Motherly Slime walked towards Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle’s cocoons, picking them up with her tentacles and absorbing them into her body. As soon as they were within her reach, Apple Bloom embraced them close. But who were they again? She wasn’t sure of their names, but they meant a lot to her. Were they her friends? No, that would be silly! They were obviously her sisters, the filly thought as she fell asleep while huddling them close.

When Apple Bloom next opened her eyes an undetermined amount of time later, she felt completely lost. Content, relaxed, but her mind was so dazed she couldn’t even remember who she was. She floated in the green darkness, giving her brain time to work and try to remember something. The image of a green mare came to her mind. She couldn’t remember who she was, but she felt a great deal of affections towards her. Was she her mother? Yes, that sounded right. Now slightly more awake, she inspected her surrounding only to find two fillies sharing the warm insides of her mother with her. She tried and tried, but couldn’t remember her names, only that they meant a lot to her. More than Motherly Slime. She thought and though, doing her best towards putting the gears in her brain to work, the soothing green substance and the tentacles pulsating inside her making the task much harder than it should’ve been. Eventually, it all clicked.

Apple Bloom opened her eyes as memories came back flooding, her previously relaxed face now showing shock. Still unable to think clearly but knowing she had to do something, she wrapped her front legs around her friends, but for some reason she couldn’t get a good grip on them, like her limbs were too short for it. She tried moving them in any way she could, but that was hard to do while floating in the green goo with no footing. She frantically kicked her hind legs as she tried to swim, but she couldn’t move properly. She wasn’t hungry or tired, but she felt weak somehow, almost as if she was smaller or younger. She then remembered what happened to her friends and came to the grim realization that she herself was turning back into a foal. She had little success resisting Mother Slime when she first and her chances were even slimmer now. If she failed, there wouldn’t be no next time. Gathering all of her strength the filly kicked and kicked, trying to escape as if her life depended on it and as her last struggle persisted, the world around her seemed to change, as if it was moving. Apple Bloom flailed in place, confused as to what was going on when suddenly her head emerged from Motherly Slime’s body, the cold air of the cave hitting her face and filling her lungs for the first time in who knows how long. It almost hurt, but alongside it came a burst of strength and the first time in a long while, the filly felt truly alive.

As Apple Bloom inspected her surroundings, she immediately saw Motherly Slime’s warm smile facing her directly, but as tender as it was, it only served to further provoke the young earth pony as she put her newfound strength to use, kicking towards her at the same time she threw her body’s weight backwards. This time, the violent kick managed to destabilize the integrity of the goo pony’s amorphous body and the filly’s motion sent her tumbling backwards, her back hitting the cold hard stone, her friends still in her hooves. It hurt, but she was free. Apple Bloom knew she still wasn’t out of the woods and losing no time celebrating, she got up and rushed away, picking a random direction and plunging into the darkness. That proved to be a big challenge as she tried to awkwardly run on her hind hooves, her current size barely able to sustain the weight of two other fillies. On top of that, Apple Bloom had barely moved since she was made captive and her muscles had atrophied to an extent. Despite the impediments, she made it a couple feet before her small, clumsy body tripped, sending her face first against the ground as she shielded her fellow Crusaders with her body.

Trying not to think of what Motherly could be doing, the filly did her best to get up, but with her body in her current state all she could manage was wiggle and crawl on the ground. Unknown to her, as she struggled and advanced inch by inch, a shadowy figure positioned itself in front of her. Apple Bloom barely even noticed it as its tendrils wrapped around her, raising the filly until she was face to face with the goo pony, Bloom still answering the tender smile with a glare of defiance. 

“You’re such a brave young filly, working so hard for your sisters. But it’s alright, you don’t need to fight anymore. Mommy will take good care of all of you ~”

As she finished speaking, Motherly Slime went in for a kiss, her gooey lips pressing against Bloom’s as the filly’s eyes went wide open in shock. As the more solid tongue explored the insides of her mouth, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but play with it using her own, making out with her captor. It was true, her body was cold, dirty and tired. Apple Bloom was getting tired of fighting and worrying. Perhaps mommy was right, maybe she could just relax and let her take care of her and her sisters, as she’s been doing for weeks, maybe months. And relax she did, slowly letting go of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle as they were promptly absorbed into their mother’s body, all the while Apple Bloom moaned softly inside Motherly’s mouth, stimulated by the tendrils poking deep inside her which she hadn’t even noticed until then. She was indeed in good hooves. As the filly’s last spark of resistance died, the goo pony reabsorbed her body, leaving only the head exposed as they continued making out. Bloom just couldn’t deny it, the whole thing felt amazing: the warm substance covering her body, the tentacles inside her, even the kissing. Soon enough, the earth filly finally reached her climax, muffling a soft squeak as her body briefly convulsed with pleasure. Only then, knowing very well her newest daughter was done fighting, the goo pony broke the kiss, the filly letting out a content sigh as she finally returned Motherly’s smile with one of her own. 

As she lost herself in her new mother’s eyes, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but yawn. Her body was tired and her mind was fuzzy, maybe a quick nap wouldn’t be a bad idea. Inside her mother, alongside her sisters, where she belonged, where she was happy and safe. As she slipped into unconsciousness, Apple Bloom gave Motherly one last nuzzle.

“Goodnight mommy ~”