Withania’s time spent with Roseluck had been an indulgence to last all month. For the first time since her initial transformation, Withania was feeling at home in her strange plant-body. She felt in control of herself, and she felt safe knowing that none of her adventures were causing long-term harm now.

It was barely a fortnight after turning into a huge pony-eating-plant that Withania was answering her front door as if nothing had happened. A young doe with a green neckerchief stood expectantly outside.

“Epoch!” cried Withania, her face lighting up at the sight of her old friend. “You should’ve said you were in town! Come in, how are you? Would you like some tea?”

Epoch had stayed with Withania in the past, visiting from the deer kingdom of Thickett. She had a passion for people, and visiting the ponies beyond the woods had brought her to Withania. One more memorable evening, their discussion on nature and the balance of the world had turned to animals. And then to predators. And then to fantasies about predation.

“I’ve been fine, thanks!” said Epoch, following Withania through to the kitchen. “I’ve been busy with studies back home, but I finally got granted time away again, so of course I wanted to come and see you!”

“Perfect… we can have a proper catch up then! I’ve… Well, I’ve certainly gone through a lot since we last spoke,” replied Withania, pausing as she prepared a pot of tea. Epoch watched her, noting her pause.

“Anything, ah, anything to do with… What we did on that last evening before I left?”

When I talked you into letting me eat you, thought Withania, glancing back at the doe. Neither of them had regrets, it had been a wonderful first-time experience for them both. Yet it also felt so long ago to Withania now. She had gone so far beyond that night now that she almost felt sheepish about their adventure together.

“You could say that. Would you like to see my massive pony-eating flower?” she said with a wink that indicated an equal amount of humour and dead-seriousness. Epoch’s face spoke volumes to this statement, so leaving the tea to cool off, Withania guided her to the back corner of the garden, where the immense structure of the Magnus Tegmen towered over everything else around it.

“And you’re now a walking plant?” said Epoch incredulously, as Withania explained her tail one more time. “You must come with me to Thickett! They wouldn’t believe me if I told them a pony had managed to join with nature like this!”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” continued Withania, walking Epoch back to the kitchen again to their waiting tea. “I’m sorta still working all of this out. Every time I try, ah, playing around, my body seems to do something I didn’t know it could do. Everything keeps working out, but it’s probably best that I stay here in my garden where it’s all contained. Princess Twilight has bailed me out once already. And her price for that was to get experimented on. She’s remarkably blasé about this sort of thing.”

“Huh. How about that then. You ponies get all the fun! Thickett is really uptight, I haven’t had the nerve to tell anyone about… That night we had together.”

“You mean the one where I ate you?” said Withania, looking over her mug at Epoch with a half-lidded stare. She giggled at Epoch’s blush. “It was pretty amazing! I uh, didn’t realise I might be partial to being a predator until that night. Seems like I dabble in both sides of the fence equally now!”

“Maybe we could try it again while I’m around,” Epoch mumbled into her mug.

Withania couldn’t help but grin to herself. She was getting used to this lifestyle. A little doe like Epoch would be easy for her - but she wanted something different this time. Something other than a simple swallow.

“Are we- in that zone where we’re okay about talking about sex?” asked Withania cautiously. It was an honest question. Both of them were hopelessly meek at worst, but knew each other quite well enough by now to be able to talk frankly.

“I would like to be in that zone. I feel like I can trust you Withania, that night was amazing and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head ever since. I… I want to do it again.”

Withania sipped her tea and put her mug down, steepling her hooves. “We can absolutely do that. I think we should hit the town for some supplies, and then we won’t have to go out again for a day or more. Also cider, we need cider.”

Epoch nodded with a determined pout, and the two of them drained the tea in agreement.

They caught up on small talk as they went shopping, mostly Epoch talking about her home and her studies. The deer focused heavily on balance and nature and trees and balance and the forest - which Epoch was somewhat drafted into in as an acolyte, but the ponies of Equestria were more interesting to her in general. The subject stuck in Withania’s mind as they chatted the afternoon away. She was still mindful of the advice she’d gotten from Zecora back at the start of her crazy journey, and she wondered if she should be taking her own sense of balance more seriously. Maybe she was disrespecting the Tegmen flower she’d dutifully created.

“And the stamen were like tentacles coming out of your mouth?” said Epoch, sipping on tea. Withania’s living room was lit by the lamps now, and the pony had been talking about her intimate encounter with the Tegmen. She was blushing at the cheeks from the drink. Epoch was less of a drinker but seemed quite content for Withania to loosen up. “That sounds hot. I really want to try weird stuff… like I know you eating me was already weird, but also sex.”

“It was pretty amazing,” confirmed Withania. “I mean… I guess it also did this to me, so I’m not sure how amazing it really was, but hey I seem to be doing okay. Just gotta make sure I get my daily dose of best princess, and bam, good for the day. Don’t even breathe anymore.”

Epoch leaned in close to look at the green insides of Withania’s mouth as she spoke, before overbalancing slightly and steadying herself against Withania’s thigh. They both fell silent in the moment - not sure if a drink was about to be spilt - and caught each other’s eyes.

Withania leaned down and kissed Epoch. Just a peck on the lips, but enough for Epoch to blush like a reindeer. Epoch put down her teacup, wobbling slightly from nervousness, and sat upright to kiss Withania back, who put one foreleg around the doe’s back to embrace her.

“Let’s take this upstairs…” whispered Withania, shuffling back onto her hooves and tugging at Epoch’s hoof. The doe nodded eagerly and followed Withania up the rickety stairs and into her small bedroom. Withania rolled onto her single bed, laying to one side and gesturing to the small size of the room. “What do you think?”

“I think the size of the room won’t matter when I’m inside you…” blurted out Epoch, mounting the bed to kiss Withania again. The pony’s lips and tongue carried a sweet taste that sunk into Epoch’s senses, aiding the alcohol in dulling her nerves and coaxing her on. She practically pushed Withania back onto the pillow, so that her hind legs fell open to expose her green folds twinkling with her golden nectar. “You said your stomach is full of this stuff, right?” she whispered hoarsely, “What about your… pussy?”

“It’s thicker, and I feel like I can stretch easier now…” replied Withania between kisses, “But I don’t have any toys…”

She’d barely finished her sentence before Epoch scooched her pert rump down the bed so that her snout was between Withania’s curved thighs, and spread the green petals apart with her tongue. Withania squeaked in surprise, and Epoch took this as a sign to continue, lapping up the almost honey-like substance around Withania’s nethers. Her legs stretched open a little further, and with almost no effort at all, Epoch had pushed her nose and mouth between the pony’s velvet folds, moaning in delight.

Withania felt slightly guilty about not being able to help Epoch from her current position, but she pushed the thought aside as without warning Epoch pushed again and her entire head slipped inside of Withania, her exposed clit rubbing down the back of her friend’s neck.

“E- Epoch!” she stuttered, “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

Epoch moaned again, her voice muffled, but her tone clearly the opposite of distress. Withania wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to achieve, but instinctively flexed her vaginal muscles - and combined with Epoch’s twists and wriggles, managed to draw the doe further inside of herself up to Epoch’s chest. The feeling overwhelmed her senses, Withania pressed her head into the pillow, eyes closed, feeling so full, and knowing that unless one of them stopped now, Epoch was going all the way inside her like this. Neither of them stopped. Withania forced herself to sit up, and placed her hooves on Epoch’s hips to give them a good push, timing her efforts with both her clenches and Epoch pushing forward from her hind legs.

The doe’s head was inside her womb, and just like her stomach could, Withania felt her womb stretching in a way she didn’t think was possible, her cervix forming a check-valve that prevented Epoch from moving backwards. She was only going one way now, and that was up to her hips into Withania’s stretched flower. She was excreting the slick nectar all over the doe’s fur coat, making the process as smooth as it was pleasurable. With another shove, Epoch’s narrower hips slipped into the impossible depths of Withania’s body, adding to the huge bulge swelling up from her abdomen. Withania nearly passed out as she felt Epoch twist and turn around inside her, curling up as she tucked her legs in behind herself. Withania’s cervix shut behind her prey, and with a squirt of excess fluids, Withania fell onto her back again as she climaxed.

“Withania?” came the muffled voice of Epoch from the deer-sized bulge under Withania’s forelegs.

“I’m here Epoch, that… this is amazing… are you okay?”

Withania’s voice reverberated around Epoch. She was curled up tight inside the soft cell of Withania’s womb, coated entirely with the sweet syrup that had lubricated her entry. It clung to her like sap, binding her limbs together. She was far from uncomfortable, however, the gentle movements of Withania were like a leaf on a pond, while the warmth and caress of her body added to the sense of safety and intimacy between them.

“I’ve never been better… not much space to talk, it’s- it’s filling up with your nectar stuff in here, but it’s wonderful…”

“Just drink up, Epoch, trust me, I’ll take good care of you…”

Withania stroked her rounded tum fondly, feeling out the shape of Epoch inside while she still could. It felt different to when she swallowed a pony, as if rather than dissolve her prey, her womb was soaking up the doe, absorbing her directly. She gently pressed and kneaded her friend’s body, marvelling as she began to soften like jelly, still twitching in the grip of the nectar, but more from pleasure than entrapment.

Epoch felt stuffed herself, as the overwhelming amount of thick nectar oozing around her filled every orifice of her body - she couldn’t breathe, despite Withania saying her other prey had been able to in her stomach. But despite her lungs being stuck fast she was able to stay awake, suspended like an insect in amber, but an amber that was melting her into gel.

Within an hour, Withania couldn’t find any sign of Epoch at all in the soft gurgling mound of her belly. She still felt incredibly full, not so much of food, but as if she had been inflated. The viscous syrup in her womb was steadily passing through the walls and into her flesh, filling and padding her lower body like hot sauce into an icing funnel.

It was also exhausting, and between digesting her friend into her fluids and her own climax, Withania fell asleep, starfished out, alone on the bed while Epoch was filtered through her body and distributed evenly across her hips.

Author's Note

Many thanks to Epoch for visiting me again! Will that little doe be okay? Find out next time!
I'll try not to make the wait too long!