User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171011043725

''Eroma's powerful breath whooshes out of the many small pores of the vine, not at the force Eroma desired. Whatever this sap does it's nothing positive. As her breath leaves her lungs she is unable to draw more, as the vine starts to compress inwards, keeping the earth pony imprisoned, and struggling for air. The mare finds smaller vines coiling around her muzzle, as others block her nostrils, seemingly trying to subdue the superpony by asphyxiation.''

''The vine turns a corner and starts to retract down another sewer tunnel, the top of it starting to smoke, but not in flames yet. Still it might be a good thing that the vine hasn't caught fire, since it still holds Eroma.''