Withania’s eyes opened as the morning sun climbed over her bedroom windowsill. She yawned and turned over in her bed, catching sight of a yellow stain on the pillow where she’d drooled in her sleep. The memories of the previous day crashed back down.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of one hoof and looked at the golden nectar before licking it off again. It didn’t taste of anything as far as she could tell, but she knew what it was. It seemed that waking up in the morning as a normal earth pony again was too much to hope for. The changes were lodged too deep, and they were biological. Who knew if this could be reversed?

Maybe there was a magic that would fix her? But that would mean seeking out help, and that meant explaining what she’d done. She groaned and buried her head under the quilt at the thought of having to explain her motivation behind growing an enormous pony-eating plant in her back garden to an authoritative figure.

Walking into the bathroom she looked out the window into the garden. It was impeccably tidy after yesterday’s solar-powered spree. She’d come in once the sun had truly set and eaten some normal food for the sake of familiarity, and found she could still stomach it just fine. So it seemed that she had retained her pony ability to gain sustenance from food as well as her new photosynthesis.

“Let’s go and face the world today,” she said to herself, “If syrup saliva, the ability to gain energy from the sun, and no more need to breathe are the worst things to come from this I think I’ll be alright.”

In fact I might be better off… she thought, dragging a brush through her mane. She then brushed her teeth, eyes lingering on her disconcertingly pale tongue. That’s going to take some getting used to. I wonder if the nectar will rot my teeth.

Once she had drunk her morning tea and eaten some breakfast, she loaded up her saddlebags with the beautiful blue roses she had cut yesterday and left the house to trot into the town centre. The sun was less intense than the previous day, with rain forecast for the evening, but she still felt invigorated under its rays.

“Good morning Withania!”

Withania looked down from the sky and nearly bumped into a turquoise pegasus heading the other way on hoof.

“Oh! Sprinkle, sorry I was miles away - good morning! How are you?” As Withania responded, Sprinkle Medley’s eyes shifted out of focus for a moment, staring slightly blankly at Withania.

“I’m… I’m fine,” she stammered, “You look lovely Withania… I… I really like your mane…”

Withania blinked and looked down at herself. Yes, I did brush out the petals and vines, I should look normal? she thought, panicking for a moment.

“Uh, thanks,” she replied, “I add a little flaxseed oil to my shampoo.”

As she spoke again, she saw Sprinkle’s nose wrinkle slightly in confusion. For a moment Withania thought the pegasus was about to lean in and kiss her. Then the breeze ruffled the pegasus’ mane and her eyes focused properly.

“Huh. Thanks… thanks for the tip, I’ll try it. Well… see you!” Sprinkle Medley trotted on down the road as Withania waved awkwardly.

She shook her head and continued on her way, waving to other ponies walking and flying about town. Entering the flower shop, she found Lily Valley behind the counter wrapping bouquets of flowers. She sniffed loudly, her nose looking distinctly redder than the rest of her body.

“Morning Lily,” said Withania with a grin, “No potion to keep the hay fever down?”

“Buh. Hi Widania, I ran oud. Zorry about the sniffing.”

“Well hold your nose, because I have roses for you!”

She triumphantly pulled a large bundle of cut roses from her bag and placed them on the counter. Lily’s eyes lit up at their colour.

“Ooooh, dey’re wonderful! How did you do it?” she exclaimed.

“Honestly it was more trouble than they’re worth. I could make more, but it would need to be a special order. I’m not going to keep these on the grow all the time.”

The door opened again and Rose walked in, placing a pair of empty panniers on the end of the counter with a contented sigh.

“Flowers for Mayor Mare de- deliver...Hi Withania… you… smell nice today…” she said, staring at Withania with a confused look on her face and her eyes shifting focus in the same way Sprinkle’s had.

“Uh, thanks,” replied Withania, avoiding eye contact, “I put lavender in my pillows.”

“I’m going do deliver deez roses, and see if I can find some hay fever potion,” mumbled Lily, scooping up the panniers and placing the bundle of blue petaled roses in them. She waved weakly at the other two earth ponies and stumbled out the door.

“Well, I think I’ll-” Withania began, intending to follow Lily out, but suddenly found Rose standing an inch away from her face, a dazed but maddeningly curious look in her eye. Withania automatically stepped back, but Rose followed, sniffing wildly, trying to find the source of some scent Withania certainly wasn’t aware of.

“I.. I need you Withania,” she said, her muzzle ruffling up Withania’s chest, “Just… let me taste it, I have to taste…”

“Wooah, Rose what are you doing?” said Withania defensively, but for every step she took backwards, Rose stepped forwards, before finally she nudged Withania off-balance and the green pony fell back on the floor. “Rose- oooff!” As she blew into Rose’s face, the beige pony’s nose wrinkled again and her eye lids drooped for a moment - then she focused back on Withania, the wild look now mixed with a strange desperation.

Before Withania could right herself, the beige pony was on top of her hind legs, prying them open and dragging her tongue up her privates.

“ROSE!” she shrieked, trying to lean forward and fend off the wild earth pony. But Rose was all over her, madly licking and nuzzling into her flower until it began to bloom of its own accord, eliciting a moan of unintended pleasure from Withania. Rose suddenly clambered up to the green pony’s mouth, as if she were trying to catch the moan as it escaped her, but then returned to the moistened pussy down below. Her forelegs were pressing down Withania’s hind legs, pinning the green pony down while she greedily and vigorously lavished attention onto one of the sources of the scent she was hypnotized by.

It’s my breath! Withania suddenly realised, between gasps of unwarranted physical attention, Sprinkler was outside and the wind cleared her head… Lily’s nose is blocked with hay fever… Rose is in an enclosed room with me- OOOOOOH CELESTIA-

She looked down just as Rose pulled out again to gasp for breath, her muzzle drenched in the familiar golden nectar, now dripping out of Withania’s gaping passage.

“Sweet… it’s so sweet…” muttered the red-headed mare, quickly diving in for more with a slurping noise.

Withania felt like she should’ve been stopping this, but she was stuck on her back with her legs in the air, and such was the ferocity of Rose’s assault that her own brain was going slightly foggy with lust. This pretty mare was head over tail for her right now, desperate to eat her out, under her command. Withania found her mouth salivating - it would be so easy to just open up her mouth and put it over Rose’s head…

“Aaaaah!” Withania cried out, her flower shutting on Rose’s nose with a squirt as she came into the mare’s face - and still Rose wasn’t done. She shuffled up Withania’s exposed belly so they were face to face again, with the green pony trapped underneath, and she dived into a sticky kiss, tongue lashing at Withania’s lips, seeking to pry them open and gain access.

Withania could taste the sweetness from her folds on Rose’s lips, confirming it to be similar to the regular nectar, but more potent - whatever implications that had. Right now she was more worried having inadvertently drugged Rose with something airbourne on her breath, and as a result that earth pony was trying to push her muzzle into Withania’s mouth, making desperate squeaks and gasps.

“I need more- you have to let me in, take me Withania!” Rose’s own wet marehood pressed into Withania’s, and with wide-eyed shock the green mare realised she could somehow sense the presence of another’s juices down there, as if it were alerting her that this pony was ready for the taking.

For a moment the temptation to do exactly that nearly got the better of her, to plunge her head over Rose’s and swallow her whole, squeeze her down into a waiting belly filled with suspending nectar - but Withania shook her head to clear her own lust and dislodge the mad flower pony. She wrapped her legs around Rose and rolled over so that she was on top. She then quickly got up and backed away again before her fuddled friend could get up.

“I’m sorry Rose, I have to go!” she called out, diving out the door as quickly as she could manage, keeping her tail low over her opened privates. Enough was enough. It was time to start getting help.

Author's Note

I should've realised that if my lungs weren't for breathing anymore, they would've been turned into something else...