Mercury turned to panic, yelping and calling out for help to any pony that may have been around… but she was thoroughly alone: this was not the most traveled of roads and it could be hours before another pony happens along, and by then… by then…! She didn’t even want to ponder the possibilities as a new force swept over her, movement of the trunk and the vines as it tilted backward, pulling her forehooves from the ground and lifting her upward onto what had been her hind hooves. She twists and bucks as much as she can, but the vines now looped around her forelimbs too, restricting any movement she could think to make as they snaked around her neck and chest, their vice grip restricting her breath. Small purple buds had popped out along some of the vine’s length, growing alongside the mysterious plant and hapless pony trapped in its embrace.