When Withania Met...

Chapters

1. Lupine Wingate (F/f, Size, Sex, SV, SD, TF)
2. Changeling Withania (F/f, Sex, SV, SD)
4. Flash Dazzle (F/m, F/f, SV, SD, Sex, Clean AV)
5. Limon Picante (F/m, Death, Unwilling, Sex, SV, SD)
6. Swift Sketch (F/m, Sex, SV, SD, WG)
7. Fidget (F/m, SV, Full-Tour)
8. Rune Chisel (F/m, SV, SD, Plant TF)
9. Quick Ring (M/f, Sex, Tentacles, CI, SV, SD)
10. Floaty (F/m Navel Vore/Endo)
11. Oreo-eevee (Balloon-eevee, balloon TF non-vore snuggles)
3. Xodi & Xoe (F/m/m, F/f, Sex, SV, SD)

1. Lupine Wingate (F/f, Size, Sex, SV, SD, TF)

Author's Note

When Withania met Lupine Wingate, she was treated to an afternoon in a hot spring with a hot bat pony mare who has several supernatural abilities perfect for an under cover predator...

Contains some slight non-gory blood, size difference, cunnilingus, oral soft vore, soft digestion, and reformation. Co-written by Dusk SunRich (as Lupine).

1. Lupine Wingate (F/f, Size, Sex, SV, SD, TF)

Withania stood in the well kept gardens of an unexpected client's manor house and frowned. She had received an offer for some ad-hoc consultancy earlier in the week after a friend in common passed on her details - some rich nobles had a garden that didn't flourish as brightly as they wanted it to and their 'exterior designer' had no idea why.

"Well they certainly spared no expense on the original plants," she said aloud to the garden, "I'd sheer my tail to have some of these at home, but whoever planted this garden didn't have a sliver of a green-hoof.

"Probably some hoity-toity unicorn," she added.

She snorted through her nostrils wondering what to do, and spotted somepony watching her in the periphery of her vision. Looking over in surprise she saw a pretty ash-grey bat pony with dark hair listening to her patiently with an amused look on her face. It wasn't her client, but probably their daughter, thought Withania.

"Ahahaha! Please excuse me!" laughed the earth pony awkwardly, "I was just thinking out loud! I'm Withania– Withania Nightshade, pleased to meet you…"

Having been caught in her little spying attempt, the mare let out a soft, timid squeak at first, looking a little bashful from being confronted by the stranger. But instead of being some brat and trying to defend herself or berate the worker, she instead offered an apologetic smile.

"E-err… n-no, I should have… introduced myself, first…" She stepped forward from the foyer, bowing her head politely as she approached Withania. "Please, forgive me, Miss Nightshade. I am… errr, Lupine Wingate. A-and… well…" She brightened up a bit upon seeing the work done on the Moonstar flowers. They weren't in the best of shape, but that extra care from the earth mare was already making them perk up.

"Maybe you are right! I… w-well, I believe that earth ponies… are best at… horticulture, don't you think? But… well, that unicorn did have… a very rare collection. Must have been… imports…"

Withania breathed a sigh of relief that her new friend wasn't some kind of stiff aristocrat about to criticise her for being unprofessional. The bashful hesitation in her speech set the earth pony more at ease.

"Oh please, call me Withania! I take it this is your home? The grounds certainly are lovely… I could spend all day just looking around here!"

She walked a little closer as she said this and sat respectfully a little way from Lupine, now able to see the purple sheen of her mane and tail, and her neatly folded leathery wings. Withania didn't know much about bat ponies, and unintentionally found herself staring slightly, taking in the details of the slightly shorter mare. Including the smallest glimpse of a sharp fang just peeping over her lower lips.

She blinked, realising her rudeness and quickly broke the silence again. "So are you an outdoors type? I suppose you're more of an evening kind of pony? Ahah umm… I mean what's your interest in the world?"

The noblemare perked her ears up, listening intently with rapt interest. "O-Oh, yes! I… well, I love this garden, it's so… peaceful. But… we can't take care of it all by ourselves, considering… our duties. But… still, thank you so much… for looking into… this…" She trails off, glancing at the flowers again, looking a bit wistful before being snapped back into attention.

"M… my interests? Well… I do love to… go out and… explore. It… worried my mother sometimes, but… I can take care of myself, y-you know! And… well, I am so interested in… food! Eheh, uhhh… at least… the finer things in life. I… have come to… appreciate what… I have, but… there are… so many… new things to try, so much… to see, no?"

She paused another moment, the gears in her head turning slowly.

"Ahhh! I have an idea, Withania! You… want to have… a snack with me? I can… get a spread going, if… you want. We even have… a hot spring!"

"Oooh, I like food," Withania blurted out without thinking. "Ahem, I mean though sounds wonderful… I am still a little sore from my journey over here, and I have all of tomorrow to complete my look around the grounds - so I'd be delighted!"

She didn't say anything but there was a certain mannerism to the little bat mare that she couldn't place. Something familiar that was on the tip of her tongue but out of sight. She was reminded of herself whilst talking about food to a certain baker. Although that conversation went in a very different direction.

Stop it Withania, she thought to herself, She's offering you a fine lunch and likely a relaxing afternoon, get your mind out of the compost!

"You're very fortunate to have so much available to you," she said as they began to walk toward the manor, "It's relieving to meet someone of your status as down to earth as you are…"

Lupine seemed rather pleased at that last little compliment, making her tufted ears waggle a bit. "Welll… thank you! I mean… my… parents always taught me… to treat others with… respect. Noble or… not, we all… have purpose, no? And… besides, a lot of nobles… I've met in Canterlot are… way too stuffy!"

She then blushed a bit at the thought, especially considering the last snobby noble she met was still a layer of pudge on her tummy, but… well, she can let him out - eventually.

"So! Uhhh… follow me, please! And… don't worry, you're a guest, here! The… others are… used to this sort of thing, I guess," she giggled a bit, wings fidgeting gently as she leads the way into the large, if simply designed manor. It looked less like those gaudy Canterlot eyesores and more rustic. Something meant for working class ponies, or at least a lovely summer home. Definitely functional, and quite cool despite it being the end of a hot day.

"Phew… could never stand… the sun. Makes… my fur tingle a lot!" The mare seeed a lot more at ease in the shaded manor, hooves clacking quietly on the hardwood floors.

"You parents were certainly sounded kind in their request for me to visit. I don't normally do this kind of work, but I have a soft-spot for a little flattery!" Withania admitted with a slight blush.

Lupine looked distinctly more relaxed out of the sunlight now, her folded wings opening just a touch as they made their way through the cool corridors. As Lupine gestured to the bathing room, Withania's nose picked up the rich scent of expensive salts and gloriously hot steam.

A pool of emerald green water dominated the room, fed from the trickling spout of mineral spring.

"Well… here we are…"

"How heavenly!" the earth pony exclaimed, walking past the noblemare and being enveloped in the mist. "You certainly know how to relax here… I'm reminded of being inside of a friend of mine - ah! I mean, in a friend of mine's… Bathroom. Which steams up easily."

Withania sat down on the damp slats of the wooden floor, curling her tail about her hindquarters to cover for her fidgeting. The water looked beautifully enticing, but she felt it polite to let Lupine go first in case there was some protocol she should follow.

The bat mare giggles softly, feeling much more at ease once they were somewhere more casual. To her, and the family, the bath house was meant to be the place where any proprietary or standing on protocol could be put on hold.

"Hehe… you do sound like… a friend of mine. But… well, don't worry! This is a place to relax!" She then heads over to a small row of shower heads, rinsing herself off of any grime and dirt.

"Ahhh… much better! Now… please, just… rinse off, and… we can take a dip!"

With that, Lupine was already slipping into the warm, sparkling waters, wings unfurling as the leathery membrane pushed her about the pool. She idly swam over to the far side, where a small platter of fruits where resting on the edge, ready and waiting.

There was something enticing to Withania about watching Lupine prepare herself and slide into the water, drawing vee-shaped ripples in her wake as her exotic wings opened out to trace the water.

Her hesitant voice had changed, Withania realised. Although she still spoke a few words at a time, the shy bashfulness was gone and she almost seemed commanding now, handing out instructions that Withania felt all too happy to follow.

Leaning under the stream of fresh water she let the day's sweat drain off of her fern green coat, her main falling slick against the sides of her face. Flipping the faucet off again, she approached the pool under the watchful night eyes of her host. She did her best to enter gracefully, but made a slight splash as she fumbled for the best grip.

Treading the water she waded over to Lupine, who held out a bright red apple on one hoof. Withania thanked her and leaned back on the submersed seat around the edge, taking crunchy bites out of her snack.

Lupine was happy to take a pear, opening her mouth wide to chomp down on the juicy fruit. Her fangs sank easily into its flesh, devouring half the fruit in one go, chewing thoughtfully before gulping down with gusto.

"Mmmm… you know, I've… always liked talking to new, exciting ponies. Where are you from… exactly? Manehattan? Ponyville? I have to know!" She squeaked with excitement, her wings flapping gently in the water, before one of them wrapped about Withania’s back, pulling her in for a warm, soothing hug. The leathery appendage was very soft and supple to the touch, almost like velvet. But the strength of which she pulled her new friend in was amazing, like she was almost nothing at all.

"I-I mean… we can take turns, of course. You ask me, after?"

"Oooh," cooed Withania, feeling the space between the two mares vanish, but not unpleasantly. "Well… I'm not that exciting to be honest - someone like yourself probably has a lot more tales to tell! But uh, I was actually born in Filly, my parents are doctors with my mother being a unicorn and my father being an earth pony, so I kind of picked up the best of both worlds. I have very strong earth magic in me, so growing and managing plants is almost like a sixth sense. I moved out to Ponyville to get into the countryside because after I got my cutie mark and knew I was going into botany the city was suddenly a bit too crowded for gardens and greenhouses… and uh… I can also grow weird stuff without people noticing…" she added, speaking behind her hoof.

While she babbled away the bat pony slowly caressed her back with her wing, the knurled claw at the end of the forearm working out knots in her muscles while the smooth membrane caressed the deliciously hot water into her fern green coat. Withania became steadily more relaxed, talking and munching on the fresh fruit until she had slouched just enough to remove the height difference between the two of them.

Suddenly catching Lupine's eye, Withania became aware that she was waffling and stopped abruptly, blushing at the sight of her friends mysterious face and dark hair. "Buuuuuuut really I'm just a mare who likes plants a little too much, y'know?" she concluded with an embarrassed smile. "What about you? You said you liked food? Are you a chef? A baker?"

"Errr, neither, actually. I am… well, both a vintner and… a gourmand. I prefer… the finer things in life, but I also know those have to be earned, no? And I… w-well…" She blushed a bit, her mane glistening from the warm water as she nestled into the crook of her friends' neck. "I have… some powers in me, that many feel… uncomfortable around. N-not that I can't control it, but… well, it's essentially a type of… blood magic, that seems… inherent to my family. We still don't know… everything about it, but…"

She then smiles up at Withania, a bit of a blush on her cheeks. "I-I mean… I hope that's not too much! I just… prefer to be… honest with ponies, it's… usually better that way than for them to… just find out. It's… more of an embarrassing thing, at this point! Ehehe…"

She giggled nervously, her wing claw fidgeting on the mare's shoulder, digging and kneading gently. "S-so, uhhhh… would you… like to know more? I… understand if this might be… too much. The nobles tend to hate me for it, but… well, they're sort of snooty, anyways…"

It was at that moment that the penny dropped and Withania recognised the familiar glint of kitchen eyes in her new friend, the glimmer of powerful hunger that made her weak at the knees. This seemed hardly the time for jumping down pony's throats - but what did she care? Lupine was nothing short of wonderful so far, and clearly accommodating her. Such a friendly host was a rarity, and one who lived in such grandeur even more so.

"You… you certainly know how to treat a lady, whatever some snooty upper-classes say," said Withania, swallowing the last of another apple with a distinct gulp, "I am… comfortable… maybe you could show me more of your uh, talents, and I can reward you for your efforts…" She pressed herself back against Lupine, placing one hoof on the slightly smaller mare's thigh, their faces close.

"In situations like these I do like to please others, and to feel helpless in their power… Tell me, what can I do for you Lupine?"

Lupine blinked for a moment, having to process what this mare just said, the implications of it all… it made her heart jump a bit in excitement. "Y… you mean this? I… I mean… of course! Don't worry, you'll be perfectly safe, my friend! Just… please, relax, and…"

She purred happily, nuzzling into Withania’s neck for a certain spot. A red, wispy tendril of mist escaped her nostrils, slowly tinting the steamy air about them, casting a very dreamy aura about the pair as Lupine nibbled at her neck.

"I can… do a lot with my powers. Make myself grow our shrink, make ponies fall into a charmed state, as well as… paralyze them. But… I would rather just… have you all to myself, willingly. I… I don't care about forcing others to be my meal. I want them… to enjoy this…"

As of to make a point, her sharp teeth sank into that tender neck. A pinch followed by a gentle, warm wave of delight washed over Withania. The bat mewled as she gently suckled on the wound, hooves rubbing over her friend merrily while both wings wrapped about her possessively…

Withania gasped, her eyes widening on shock as she felt a pair of needles pierce her neck. But as quickly as she tensed up, her muscles relaxed again as a foggy bliss began to circulate in her bloodstream. It stimulated her imagination, washing away her inhibition, her eyes closing half-way as the crimson mist settled over the crown of her head. She could feel the sensation spreading to her extremities, the influence of another, perhaps even strings held by Lupine steadily connecting up to her limbs and muscles.

"Luu… Lupine?" she mumbled, wilting in the embrace of the bat pony. The leathery wings around her supported her limp form, calming her into a sense of complete relaxation. "Aaaahhh, I'll be yours… take me… control me… you feel wonderful, I want to feel more of this, of you…"

Until now she had regarded the smaller mare as seemingly unthreatening - not in a bad way, but not what she sought out in a predator. Withania expected this from bigger ponies and the monstrous. Now all she could think of was folding up into the cute bat pony's embrace, to let her bear over her, to become the small prey and pleasure her partner before becoming part of them.

The demure bat mare, in turn, felt like her whole body was filled with energy, the blood she was slurping up making her energetic as the grip on her friend tightened up. The very thought of keeping this cute mare inside of her made her quiver in delight.

Tendrils of that ethereal mist slowly draped over the pair, Lupine felt herself starting to grow, slowly enveloping the living meal in her warm, powerful embrace as she fondly licked the wound closed. Her eyes started to shimmer as she stared down at Withania, her belly growling softly as she reached down to nibble and slurp over her tasty ears.

"Mmmm… then please… make yourself at home… inside of me, dearie…"

She continued her teasing, her long, soft tongue dragging over each ear - before opening her mouth wide to reveal her warm, quivering maw, inviting the cute, lusting mare.

Withania gazed in awe as the smaller mare suddenly towered over her, Lupine's maw yawning open in her face, revealing a lolling tongue, sharp fangs, and a deep inviting throat.

The earth pony breathed heavily, fighting the urge to lunge into the warm darkness. She leaned in, putting her head inside Lupin's jaws and resting on her tongue, rubbing her flavour into the taste buds - and saliva into her mane. But she wanted more than just a quick swallow, as sorely tempting as it was. Her brain was clouded with lust and desire, the blood mist compulsion to feed herself to Lupine mixing with her own libido.

"P… please, let me please you first," she moaned, reluctantly pulling out, "I want to be your toy as well as your meal…"

With remarkable dexterity she swung her hind leg over the now amazonian-sized mare so that her back was to the predator. She took a deep breath and plunged her muzzle into the water between Lupine's legs, seeking out her pleasure spots, and beginning to lick and nuzzle in earnest, her own rump sicking up comically.

"W-what are you-" Lupine looked puzzled for a brief moment, her meal postponed for the time being. She suddenly squeaked in surprise as she felt a snout and tongue plunge right into her nethers! She moaned softly, her hooves reaching down to prod and rub over Withania's cunny in kind as she watched the earth pony’s nice booty bob cutely before her.

A good playful shove, and she stuffed the whole snout, and a lot of the Withania’s head, right into her own hot fleshy folds, letting Withania suck and nuzzle to her heart's content. Fueled by both blood and lust, the huge bat mare slowly pushed her little toy in, before slipping it back out like some makeshift dildo.

Withania moans loudly, her body reverberating as her head was enveloped by the soft pulsating embrace of Lupine's passage. She licked up as much of the giant mare's fluids as she could before a tug on her body dragged her back out again. She took a gasp and automatically readied herself for another plunge as Lupine played with her food - while her own nethers twitched and trembled with anticipation. She didn’t have much chance to speak, but her muffled squeaks and moans are evident enough of her enjoyment.

After a minute or two of steady rhythm, Withania felt her predator tensing up, her flower ready for release, and as the earth pony's muzzle was pressed against Lupine's sopping folds again, she gave the engorged clit the slightest of nibbles using just her lips. The effect is immediate.

The much larger mare groans hotly, biting her lip as she starts to rocked and thrusted herself into her toy. She could barely take anymore of this lewd pleasure, her body quivering from arousal, but when Withania nibbled on her tender pearl, she squealed loudly, her wings shooting out as her whole body clenched up. The earth mare was treated to a torrent of sweet, hot juices, flooding her face and some of it spilling into the green waters. After a good moment of riding out that orgasmic wave, she slowly fell limp in the bath, purring loudly as she draged her eager little treat to the surface. "M-Mmmm… dinner… and eating out? Y-you… know how to treat… me good!"

She giggled weakly, still recovering from that lovely orgasm, but her belly was already growling, begging to be filled to replace those lost juices. "So… what do you say? Ready to be… mine?"

Withania hangs in Lupine's hooves, top half covered in spring water and bat pony juice, bottom half soaked in her own excitement, legs crossed and biting her lower lip.

"Y-yes!" she stammered, staring wide eyed at Lupine's ravenous teeth, "I want to be in your belly, I want to melt into goop, I want to become pudge on your hips!"

The mini-giantess opens her mouth wide again, her eager breath washing over an even more eager pony, and closes her lips over Withania's head, sucking gently on her flavour.

Withania reached Lupine's neck with her forelegs and gently rubbed, relaxing the muscles and encouraging more saliva to bathe her head.

Lupine was all too happy to stuff her maw with that tasty pony, sucking up the slightly herbal mare and those sweet juices. The massages made her mouth water even more, soaking Withania with that warm spit, bathing her as she found herself getting tugged by the entrance of a hot, undulating gullet. Deft hooves pushed more of her treat into her greedy mouth, fangs dragging over her back, letting blood trickle slightly from the nibbles as she turned around her dinner.

The combination of Lupine's hooves on her rump and the ripples of her throat pulled the bulk of Withania's body into her salivating mouth. The earth pony moaned loudly as she felt the fangs scratch her back, the exposed blood turning into mist as Lupine's strange magic further clouded her prey.

Once Withania's head lodged in the top of the esophagus, the throat sealed around her and steady waves dragged her deeper, the sound and light of the outside world diminishing in a series of sucking mouthfuls and wet gulps. A dominating heartbeat sounded in her flattened ears, quickened by her host's own exhilaration, and Withania felt her own release come, juices pooling from her swollen pussy as the rest of her body was claimed by Lupine's gullet.

Lupine mewled to herself, feeling the sudden gush of mare juices pool in her mouth, feeling only the hind hooves and flanks on her tongue. With a bit of gusto, and a tilt of her head, she gulped down the last of Withania, juices and all, sending the lovely little mare careening down her gullet, sealing her lips as she savored the remnants of those erotic flavors. Hooves now resting on her belly, she rubbed herself, feeling Withania slowly spill into that warm, moist chamber where the scent of sex and blood mingled with the sweet aromas of fruits and wine.

Withania’s ears were filled with the sound of gurgling, the splashing of water outside, and the content purring of her hot predator, who was already rocking back and forth gently, caressing her willing dinner. "MMmm… you were… so filling, my dear. Are you… alright in there, lovely? You… need anything?" She giggles softly, rubbing at the lumps in her tummy, kneading and massaging her friend inside.

Withania took gulps of thick air as she came down from her high, inhaling a cocktail of fumes from inside Lupine's stomach. She was up to her chest in a fruit salad of the bat mare's feasting, and felt like the centrepiece of the banquet.

Wallowing in a sweet smelling sludge, Withania allowed herself to be slowly pressed and squashed about in her new spongy home, rubbing herself against the soft walls of Lupine's belly.

"Ooooh," Withania moaned, hearing Lupine's voice surrounding her and reverberating through her body, "The only thing I need is to melt… melt into a blob of fruity pony pulp and be absorbed into your wonderful body… I hope I make your flanks even more beautiful…"

The deceptively warm and pleasant soup she bathed in was beginning to work into her joints and muscles, softening her stocky form so that Lupin's external kneading pressed into her body as if it were cookie dough, her legs getting squashed into the barrel of her torso and her forelegs, bending as she tried to hug the pulsing walls. The pale fruit mix was darkening to green as her body became part of it, and the earth pony could feel her form spreading out.

Now that her meal was getting nice and softened up, Lupine was more than eager to knead and churn away the rest of this cute mare. She let out a loud, uncouth burp, blushing a bit as she felt her belly rumble some more, but now it was slowly flattening again, save for the layer of pudge being added to her flanks, gut - and just a little on her cheeks too! Aided by the warm, mineral waters and her unnatural metabolism, she was quick to gurgle away the rest of Withania, a playful mood coming over her. She slowly sat upright, her eyes glinting a faint red, as she suddenly exhaled sharply.

A thick, almost solid cloud of crimson mist formed in front of her, seemingly formless at first, but then a mote of red appeared in the center. The mist slowly coalesces into a ball, forming the shape of a pony. The unconscious mare started to grow and regain her form, soul still intact - now in a new body that was mostly the same as before save for a new leathery set of bat wings and cute little fangs to boot! Lupine giggles as she slowly shrank back down herself, her magic finally leveling off as she pulled the now sleeping Withania into her arms, purring happily as she let her friend snuggle sleepily against her pudgy body.

"W… wake up, dear…"

Withania floated in a sea of darkness, her senses spreading out until she felt conformed to a shape of curves and limbs, not entirely awake or aware, but conscious of a gentle and loving warmth holding her close.

As this began to fade, her mind was drawn to a new point, and the process seemed to reverse, her form concentrating into a single point until finally she felt contained within a new body, one that was once again pulled down by gravity into the lap of the only constant left in her memory, Lupine.

She slowly opened her eyes, the bright light from the windows now seemingly harsh, where it had one been welcoming. The bat mare looked down at her kindly, now back to her original size, albeit considerably more rosy in the cheeks.

Withania twisted slightly, her muzzle pressing into the new pudge about Lupine's body.

"Thats… me?" she murmured, feeling the soft padding cushion against her nose. She felt weights behind her shoulders, and looking down her back she saw leathery bat wings attached to herself. They haphazardly opened half-way, but she didn't really know what to do with them. "What am I?"

She looked to Lupine for answers, not frightened, but alive with curiosity.

The bat mare murred in delight, finally having another friend that can experience what she felt! Lupine gave Withania a good gentle squeeze, nuzzling into those newly formed wings. "Well… there are… parts of you… all in me. But… don't worry, I… let you out. As… w-well… as somepony like me. A Child of Luna."

She giggled to herself, happy to feel the warmth of a now kindred spirit against her own bodice. She then started to lick over those wings, grooming them for Withania, making the mare feel ticklish. "Now… what do… you think? I'm… sure you have… so many questions!"

"Aaah!" exclaimed Withania as Lupine's nibbles went straight to her new sensitive spots, causing her wings to jump open fully. Where she had spent her life as a heavy earth pony, she suddenly felt light - the steam from the spring waters pressing against underside of her wings. She moved them up and down experimentally, feeling her considerably lighter weight lift slightly under their motion.

"They're beautiful," she said, turning around to face Lupine again and throwing her forelegs around Lupine and kissing her all over her warm face, "Will I stay this way? I mean, I like being an earth pony, but this feels so different… Do I have to stay in during the day now? What about you- do you get any part of me?"

"Weell…" Lupine giggled again, as she watched the mare experiment with her new form. "It's… uncomfortable to be out in the sun, but not… deadly, or even overly painful. Just… stay inside for now. You feel a lot better under the moon. Also… you can change back, you just need some… Lupine plants. Those purple flowers grown in… clusters. Just eat some to… change back. And… ehehe, I do feel… some of your… earth pony magic in me."

As if to make a point, she easily hoists Withania over her head, hooves propping up the mare by her sides. "Mmmm… I could just… eat you all up, again! But… well, let's… save that for later!"

"Well I have at least a few days away before I planned on heading home,” thought Withania aloud, “So I could definitely stay like this for a while… and as for later… well I think you've found out enough about me to make up your own mind on how I'd happily spend that time…"

2. Changeling Withania (F/f, Sex, SV, SD)

Author's Note

When Withania met a changeling, she was faced with none other than herself! She did what any self-respecting pony would do... pleasure herself.

Contains sixty-nine cunnilingus, oral soft vore, soft digestion, fate unknown. Co-written by TwoScore (as the Changeling).

This session was somewhat impromptu, so the raw material was a lot rougher and had less planning in it, but it was fun enough that I wanted to clean it up!

2. Changeling Withania (F/f, Sex, SV, SD)

“Hm...I wonder what a mischievous little pony might possibly enjoy… I wonder how she'd react if she was suddenly staring at her own reflection, though not through a mirror…”

With a flash of bright green, Withania found herself confronted by a pony matched her appearance to a tee. Her reflection starts advancing on her, running her hooves down her own neck and chest, and, in a soft, deep tone, said: "Well, I'd ask who should be the pred here, but that might be hard to answer now..."

Withania stared at her mirror image with mixed feelings - she’d never faced herself quite like this before, but there was an exhilaration of self indulgence, especially with the way her counterpart took those exaggerated steps, staring her down with sultry eyes.

Well, she thought, If that’s me, I’ll give her exactly what I’d want...

Pushing the imposter back onto her haunches, Withania parted her hind legs to reveal an already moistened flower. She started slowly licking, gently warming up both their libidos and awakening the senses.

Her reflection started mewling and panting a little more than the average pony might, revealing that she was quite sensitive down there. She couldn’t help but to start closing her legs around the real Withania’s head, pulling her in to press her muzzle just a little closer into those soft, slick folds. Normal ponies didn’t quite get a caffeine burst each time someone so much as says Well, aren't you cute? But for a changeling, the slightest attention was feeding love to them.

The cooing and thigh compressions of the mimic Withania hit far too close to home, and the real Withania felt like every pleasure she administered was unto herself. She eagerly wrapped her hooves around Mimic Withania's legs and buried her muzzle even deeper - licking up as much feminine wetness as she can, gently nibbling on the engorged clit peeping out at her nose.

"Pleasure for pleasure," she said, muffled by the crotch her face was buried in, "I know that for every pleasure I give to you I will receive in kind... And I do so have a taste for some extra pudge on 'my' thighs!"

The mimic didn’t usually create this kind of feedback loop with her partners. The warm connection made with her changeling powers was a blessing and a curse. Though each lick and nibble along her sensitive slick slips surged with powerful, mind numbing doses of love, it also made her weak, almost vulnerable, as her greedy partner devoured more hungrily than before. The bug would have to act very carefully, if she wanted to end the night outside a hot stomach.

"Mmmph, your body… it's so delicious… perhaps you should enjoy yourself… even deeper," she murmured, as she brought a hoof down to her dripping slit, hooking it just inside the lip, and pulling back, opening her warm, honey sweet cavern to the hungry mare.

Withania greedily pressed further in, her own hoof seeking to attend her own damp marehood. After a moment she changed her mind - and turned a hundred and eighty degrees so that her hind legs straddled the changeling's chest. She lay down comfortably on her mimic and continued to dig as deep into the sopping passage as she could, winking in full at the other end.

She could feel the changeling drawing out her love, but the sensation was addictive, giving herself to another like this just make her want even more, to imagine what would happen if she continued down this path until there was nothing left of herself.

Her counterpart could feel Withania’s love already draining with every tongue first dive into the warm, inviting folds - that quivered and squeezed her tongue with every lick - and looped a hoof around both of her plush thighs, pulling her rump nice and close to her lips. She kissed deeply into her sensitive slit, her surprisingly long and thick changeling tongue dove deep inside of her. For every ounce of pleasure coursing through her already tense body, she could feel a pound of energy seeping out of her body. It quickly became a race between her rising climax, and her depleting energy stores.

"Mmph! Honey, you're absolutely...delicious"

In a fair fight, Withania would have been evenly matched with herself - but against a changeling her efforts were merely feeding her mimic, while her own arousal and the impossibly flexible tongue working into her love passage just fanned the flames of her fire.

Within minutes of their mutual attention, Withania felt her damn burst, and her soft, rippling walls pinched shut on the changeling's tongue and muzzle, expressing her sweet and sticky fluids in excess. Exhausted, Withania fell limp on her doppelganger, still licking, but panting at her own climax.

And with that wave of pleasure, her sexual opponent received her own bath of hot energy, and squeezed her own tights tightly around the guardener's head, as the two rode the powerful orgasm. The bug might have felt like she could run a marathon there and then, having absorbed so much love she almost grew half an inch - but she wasn't quite finished with the mare collapsed atop of her.

"Oh… I'm sorry hon, are you done already? Because… I'm still feeling peckish..." she purred, as her jaws began to open wide, and her lips spread over Withania's soft ass, starting from just her sweet, drenched flower, spreading out to just over her anus.

Withania gasped, feeling a pair of jaws enclose her rump, digging into her sturdy but soft hips. Seeing her own fern-green body under herself, her mind wandered into lewd imagery.

This is what it would feel like, for someone being eaten by me... she thought.

Her partner's mouth worked itself over her rump, her nightshade cutie marks vanishing behind those lips, and her hind legs were pressed into her under body, beginning their decent.

"Ooooh," she sighed in pleasure, "Take me in... make me your own..."

She rubbed her cheeks on the belly under her chest, using her fore hooves to press and massage the hips that she would soon be joining.

At the mare's request, the doppel-Withiana chuckled deeply around her, and swallowed down even more of her soft, delectable body. It was almost no time at all before her belly started to slip between those lips, and her hips sank deeper into the silky smooth throat just beyond.

If this were the real Withania, her prey would be very lucky to get an inside tour of the lovely mare, as every squirm and wriggle was met by lovingly soft walls hugging her gently, as they pulled her down, deeper into the warm body, as those jaws claimed more and more of her. Her chest was swallowed down with ease, and those lips encroached upon Withania's head, wrapping around underneath her chin, though slowing down as the changeling allowed her another moment to enjoy the outside air, before she could thoroughly enjoy her own hungry body.

Her vision framed by what appeared to be her own mouth, Withania's ears were pressed down, and her muzzle lavished by a wide flat tongue, before a powerful gulp rippled up from down below, wrapping itself around her body and dragging her down into the deeper reaches of the throat.

Wet squelches accompanied the rush of blood and the thud of a heartbeat, while her hind quarters discovered the plush sack of her captor's stomach. A few moments later rest of her body followed, the esophagus pressing her down into a ball, and the soft lining around her undulated with digestive juices that quickly began to soak into her fur coat.

Withania didn't even mind, she stretched as best she could, rubbing herself on those belly walls, massaging her new host from the inside while the stomach's brew began to form around her waist.

The victorious Withania sighed with a deep happy pleasure as her jaws closed back together. She ran her hooves over her tightly packed, though very comfy, belly filled up with the foolish curled up gardener while the big fleshy prison hugged tight around her. Each jostle of movement and slow massage of those walls started to work the little mare down inside the small feeling stomach, slowly starting to turn the little pony's mind into mush.

"My my… I've never met a pony so willing to enjoy a stomach, let alone a changeling's. You must really like my ass, if you want to be a part of it so badly!"

"Mmmm," moaned Withania in sympathy with the voice surrounding her, "Let me pretend it's my ass, and make me look as good as I feel right now..."

The soup forming around her - and of her - had a tingling effect unlike previous bellies she'd felt, still drawing out her emotions, milking her libido for all it was worth, and within a short space of time she felt her bones bending, the enveloping walls around her pressing her into a ball of green paste that felt and sensed the ministrations lavished upon it from all directions.

Soon she lost the ability to speak back or move of her own accord, the bubbling fluid in the stomach claiming her muscles and turning her into a passenger for the next leg of her journey.

Her clone simply chuckled, running her hoof over the soft soup that was barely left of her meal. "Very well, snack," she purred gently, "But if I'm the better, hungrier me, then it's only fair that I get to keep you, for a good, long while..."

As her clone sloshed and bubbled away inside her, Withania settled down into her soft bed, and decided to take a nice nap and let her body do it's work, packing all that clone sludge away on her wide hips, and supple thighs. Oh, her pony eating flower is going to really love her, now that she was thick enough for two!

4. Flash Dazzle (F/m, F/f, SV, SD, Sex, Clean AV)

Author's Note

When Withania met Flash Dazzle, she was getting drunk on her first ever Vore Day at a nameless Vore Bar. Some alcohol and a quick pegasus for dinner and she was quite ready to try something new...

Contains Oral soft vore, soft digestion, sex, and then some clean anal vore. Co-written by Evvy as Flash Dazzle, and cameo by Waltagon as B.

4. Flash Dazzle (F/m, F/f, SV, SD, Sex, Clean AV)

Withania spotted a slightly nervous looking pegasus across the room looking her way. She sauntered over, drink in hoof and boldly sat on his lap.

"Hey there, what's your name?” she said in her best attempt at a sexy voice, “Tell me about yourself and maybe we can get... better acquainted..."

She gave a slight wink and took another sip of her drink, tipping her head back to expose her neck as she swallowed.

“H-heya,” replied the blue pegasus, stammering as the attractive green mare drops her rump onto his thighs, “J-just call me B... So uh, if you eat me, can you digest and then reform me?”

“There can be anything you want, B…” said Withania, taking another sip of her drink and then put it down on the table. She picked up the pegasus’ hooves and placed them on her cutie marks, leaning in close. “You looking to ruin my figure tonight, huh? I can do that... anything else?”

“Mmmhmmm, time to make yourself better!” he said, staring down at the hips his hooves were gently pressing.

“Okay B, have as much fun as you like, but keep those legs tucked in when I get to them... Oh, and try and keep your wings down - it's hard work folding them up when you've got half a stallion sticking out your mouth!”

Withania shuffled to sit directly opposite her new acquaintance and pressed her mouth into his for a long kiss. Once the tension settled down and the nervous prey got used to her tongue, she opened wide and covered his muzzle with her own, letting saliva pool on the pegasus’ face.

She gave a moan of satisfaction, seeing her treat obediently fold his wings and assume the position. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Withania gave a firm push and pressed her mouth over his head, letting her jaw stretch open to engulf her prey’s senses.

Waiting a few moments between each push, the earth mare slowly bore down over the pegasus’ shoulders, feeling his head squeeze into her gullet, where the pulsing tube of flesh massaged his face, seeking to pull him in. Spying an extra bonus out of the corner of her eye, Withania picked up her drink with a free hoof and trickled it over the folded wings in front of her, drenching the feathers with sweet cider to flavour them - and then with an extra gulp the tips entered her mouth.

Inside, the noise of organs surrounded the eager stallion as the throat made easy work of dragging him inside Withania’s belly, and then with a quick pitch forward, he was tipped upside down so that his flanks filled the mare’s mouth, legs sticking out into the air. With one eye open she let her tongue get one last good taste of the rump in her mouth, and then give a mighty swallow, the hind legs slipping down with a tail slathered against them.

“Phew! I hope you like cider... bit of alcohol should speed this bit up for you!” panted Withania with satisfaction. She picked up the last of her drink and downed it to wash her throat, sitting back comfortably in the chair the pegasus previously occupied, belly stretching out in front with the faint, but visible outlines of a hoof here or wing-shoulder there. “How you doing in there, B? I skipped dinner so I think we'll be making short work of you!”

“I’m feeling good, a bit dark in here!” came a muffled voice, with a few visible struggles.

“That's the spir- BEUUUUURRRGHH! Ooof, excuse me... That was the cider…”

With a sudden and thunderous escape of air, the stomach walls close in around the blue stallion curled up inside, wrapping tightly around his soaked body. Withania gently rubbed the sides of her yoga ball sized gut and helped knead her eager stomach juices into his fur. The smooth and rhythmic action quickly settled in and B felt his muscles and joints softening, limbs pressing into his body and deforming as he was mushed into a lumpy soup.

Within a quarter of an hour the pegasus had been reduced to a thick sludge, shapeless and unable to move or act - but somewhere in the faint glow of consciousness he felt himself spreading into a maze of twists and turns as Withania’s belly squeezed him into her lower gut.

“Mmmm, you're gonna stretch my cutie marks tonight, B…” said the earth mare, rubbing her hips as they slowly swelled with a fresh few inches of pony chub, “But I think both of us are a fan of that... I'll leave you on display for now I think... Happy vore day, enjoy being my flanks for the next six hours before the reformation kicks in!” She got up and stretched her hind legs out one after the other, her now very prominent hips showing off the absent bar patron.

Meanwhile, another mare named Flash Dazzle trotted into the bar not to drink, but just to socialize. She took a seat near the television and watched what was playing idly, just some dumb sportsball game.

“Man, where's the real action at?” she pouted. Unfortunately, she had just missed watching another pony getting gulped down and added to the green mare’s flanks.

After a while, she eventually ordered a drink, but just something with a pretty low alcohol content; she was more of a social drinker than a partier.

Withania drank a little more to let her stomach settle, and spotted another mare drinking an lighter beverage, but looking rather more bored with the scene. She picked up her drink and wandered over to the lounge chairs around the TV.

“Hey there, lots of new faces around tonight - You here alone or waiting for friends?” she asked.

Flash let out a long, drawn-out yawn, holding a hoof over her mouth. As she noticed someone approaching she perked up, a faint smile crossing her lips.

“Ahh... Oh, hi there! I'm here alone, just wanting to make some new friends. What about you?” Flash replied.

“Oh... the same, the same... I'm Withania, by the way…” said the earth pony, shuffling a little closer so that her pudgy hips touch against Flash's, “I hope I'm not imposing, but it's a special day after all, so I thought I'd let loose a little tonight and enjoy myself! On the lookout for anything?”

“Ahh, yeah... Seems like all the interesting patrons at this place just... vanish sometimes, y'know? And nice to meet you Withania, I'm Flash. Flashy, Flash Dazzle, whatever's fine.”

Flash's cheeks turn from a dull yellow to a light pink as Withania's hips brush up against hers, the warm, freshly-fattened flesh feeling quite soft, pudgy, and squishy... Flash can't help but glance down at her thighs, only just now noticing how wide they were - which made her blush turn a slightly darker pink!

“O-Oh! Eheh, u-uhm, well... I'm a pred, but today is a special day, so... I'm a little more, er... open? Usually I go for butt stuff, though.”

“Butt stuff? Oh my I haven't uh delved into that territory before, but I'm not one to turn down an experiment - although I'm not sure you'll be able to get past these truffles!” joked Withania, digging a hoof into her plush cutie mark. She leaned in even closer, her face just a little below Flash's. “Buuuut, maybe if we loosen up a little, I can melt wherever you want me to, Flash…”

“Ooh, you haven't? Heheh, first timers are always a little more... cozy!”

Flash watched her hoof dig deep into Withania's cutie mark, stretching the imprinted graphic inwards... Flash wasn't usually one for mares in a sexual sense, but something about all the teasing made her want to play with that rump. She reached out to grab it, but stopped herself midway once Withania leaned in, her cheeks red as she teased her some more.

“L-Loosen up? And how would we do that?...” Flash gulped down her inhibitions, reaching back down to give Withania's heavy flanks a soft caress over her other mark.

Straddling the other mare, Withania dived straight in for a kiss, pushing her tongue between Flash's lips, relishing the thought of both of them trying something new.

“Mmphn!” Flash let out a surprised grunt as she's suddenly kissed, already feeling the mare's tongue press into her mouth. She slowly shut her eyes, soon kissing Withania back just as deeply, running her tongue over the other's and tightening her grip on those flanks before the kiss was broken, leaving a shy little giggle and a string of saliva on Flashy's lips.

“Mmmm, looks like you're having fun down there” Withania said, feeling Flash's hooves press and explore her hips, “I'm guessing you need me to be, a little more slippy. Maybe try those hooves between my legs, and then I could return the favour, and I think that might leave me in the position you're looking for…”

“A-Ahah...! Sorry, I get a little grabby sometimes!” Flash's cheeks slowly burned pinker and pinker while Withania explained what she needed. Flash shyly obliged, both hooves resting on either flank, rubbing in little circles that ever-so-slightly inched closer to her front-and-center, until they both met, right at her outer, lower lips. “But... I'm a little confused; who's eating who?”

“Mmm... You said you were the predatory type... so let's see what you got! Although remember that the thing about eating a switch is that you have to make sure you finish the job, else I might find some more room on my fla- oooooh!”

Withania's sultry talk was cut off as Flash's hoof hit all the right places, gently parting her folds to find a hot and very slick interior.

“Ahhh, that's it... keep doing that, you'll know when you get there…” Withania sighed, sinking down slightly, her mouth gently nibbling Flash's neck and licking her fur. The alcohol and previous session has already got her most of the way, so Flash wouldn’t need to work hard to finish her off.

“I-I am the pred type! But... We did say we were just experimenting, r-right?... It'd be hard to find room on those big ol' flanks!”

Flash grinned and giggled to herself as Withania let out a little moan once Flash's hooves reached her sensitive slit. She obeyed Withania and spread her folds with one hoof, gently, slowly sliding her other one partially into her opened passage, her tail twitching behind her as her hoof was quickly soaked in marehood fluids. However, she kept it up, rubbing her soft hoof around the inner ring of her lips.

“Mmn... You're a cutie, you know that? And so soft, too~ I could just eat you u- unnmf!”

Flash's cheeks burned a bright red for a moment once Withania gently bit and licked at her neck, cutting herself off with a lewd moan as her own soft spot is found!

The green mare panted and moaned into Flash's collarbone until finally she let out a squeak - and Flash felt the folds around her hoof twitch and a slight stream of mare juice leak out.

“Oooooooh…” panted Withania, “Ooooh you're good at that... Now... huff I'm going down, and whatever you feel like doing... phew... just go right ahead…”

Withania gave Flash a quick peck on the lips, and then slid down, parting her hind legs she'd been sitting on and nuzzling her face into the pale coloured mare's flower. She began to lick and massage with her lips, working up her new friend's lust.

“E-Ehehe! You're too cute…” giggled Flash, lifting her soaked hoof to her mouth and licking it clean, “Almost makes me wanna stay here like this, but- A-Aaahn!”

She let out a lewd moan as Withania pushed her snout up against her lower lips, which were only a little wet - though, as soon as Flash felt Withania’s tongue running up and down her inner folders the juice was running like a river, right onto her partner’s tongue.

“M-Mmnfn... Definitely a k-keeper...!”

“Mmmpf!” mumbles Withania, her voice muffled by marehood and the associated fluids, “I'm used to preds being all 'skip the foreplay and get to the eating', but I can tell from down here that you're winding up to something!”

She continues to eat out Flash as if she's just stumbled out of the desert, and fairly soon the alabaster mare - now close to pink with fluster - was trembling, ready to erupt. As she grew closer and closer to squirting, Flash held Withania's head in place between her thighs, grinding her folds up against her muzzle, smearing that fresh, slightly-musky juice into her face.

But just when she was right on the edge of cumming, Flash suddenly let go of her and stood up, giving Withania a sly grin before she turns around. She lifted her ass up high and reached back to spread her flanks, showing off her pert, round rump. Withania glanced up, confused for a moment, and got a picture perfect look of her partner flagging her tail, and then slamming down hard, right onto the poor mare's head.

Flash bit down hard on her lips and drew a bit of blood as her tailhole was stretched wide and fast, cumming as soon as Withania's head was swallowed up by her spotless, yet slick rectum.

Fresh marecum shoots out of her folds, leaving a clear, thin coating on the public bar's cushioned seat.

“H-Hahh... R-Right where you belong!” gasped Flash.

A powerful suction seized hold of her neck and drew her deeper into the crushingly tight passage, and Withania could do nothing but fall limp as the unassuming mare slowly pulled her shoulders and chest between the cheeks of her ass, and into the impossibly small hole, accompanied by deep shuddering breaths. She was almost delirious with the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her body as her brain detected its imminent demise, the idea of passing through a section of the body she normally wasn't awake to experience was completely new to her.

On the outside, Flash panted and huffed with her hoof seeming to be magnetically stuck to her snatch as she rubbed and rubbed at it, riding out her orgasm as Withania's head, shoulders, and eventually her upper chest were slowly sucked up into her bowels. Withania's large form pushed up against her g-spot from within, causing Flash to let out lots of quick, squeaky moans with each little bump of her meal's body that pressed into it, accompanied by a thick spurt of cum.

Withania found Flash's bowels were easy to see inside, possessing some sort of bioluminescence; whether it was a spell, or just a side effect of Flash's talent was unknown to Withania. What she did know was that Flash's ringed, bumpy bowels were soft, squishy, and very pliant, as well as coated in natural lubricant. It felt wonderful as she was squeezed through them and within a few minutes, she had been sucked in up to her own crotch, Flash giving it a quick little rubdown before it too vanished up her ass.

“Mmmnph... Y-You wanna be pudge, or just relax in there a while?”

Once the initial shock had worn off, Withania noticed the mare’s apparently remarkable interior, her bowls opening up once the rest of her torso had passed the unsuspecting gateway. With everything happening around her and then Flash stimulating her pussy a second time as the two mares occupied the same space, Withania came again, adding more of her juices to Flash's progress.

“Mmmmm Flash,” she moaned, rubbing her face on the phosphorescent walls “This is like nothing I've experienced - don't stop now, you can have me and do as you please with my body…”

She'd certainly earned it, thought Withania, as her fore hooves disappeared from the outside world into the fully spread hips of her host. Flash smirked at Withania's words, just able to make them out through her muffling flanks.

“Ooooh, I can do anything? That's a dangerous thing with me, little missy... I'll play nice though. You're definitely gonna be a thick layer of pudge on my butt! But first, ya gotta get in there!”

While talking, Flash had started to awkwardly stand up, feeling quite off-balance as Withania's hind legs were still poking out of her tight pucker... Rather than try to keep sucking her in, Flash managed a somewhat small hop - though considering the she weighed as much as two ponies, it'd be a rather large one - and landed on her ass, sending those two hooves along with the rest of Withania a good foot further up her bowels, in the span of a second. Flash bit her lip again and moaned out heartily, panting heavily afterwards, finally able to give her pucker a break from all the stretching.

“Hnnnngh! A-Aah, hahh... Hnn... Phew!”

The rest of the way was rather easy-going; Withania was soaked in enough of her own juice enough that combined with the natural lubrication, she could almost effortlessly be pushed right through Flash's lower digestive system. While this happened, Flash idly rubed at the bulge her meal made as it traveled in a coiling pattern up to her gut, which started to stretch as Withania poured into it.

Assessing herself now that she had a little more space, she saw in the dim glow of Flash's insides that her host's natural lubricants had thoroughly seeped into her skin, and before the stomach even began to work on her she felt flaccid and soft. She also felt like she'd been stretched out, her eyes wide as she saw the end of her body pushed out from the bottom the stomach so she was a pile of limbs in a puddle of ooze.

Not that she minded, she continued her moans as she felt external hooves rubbing the walls around her, stimulating the stomach juices that would pick up where her bowels had begun, and break her body down into a paste. Not wanting to keep her generous friend waiting, Withania rubbed at her crotch, her severely softened pussy easily stretching over her entire hoof as the melting mare raced to get one last thrill before her bones were too far gone for her to move beyond tensing and relaxing her muscles.

“F-flash?” she whimpered, her voice cracking with the her last hormone rush, “There’s a vial of potion in my satchel if you could take that... that'll just fix anything you want to do... I have nothing else planned tonight... thanks for the ride…”

She hoped her last message was heard, as with a shuddering third orgasm, she felt her foreleg, quickly followed by her chest, collapse into a goop, and the stomach walls compressed inwards, gathering her into a doughy ball in Flash's belly.

Once Withania had fully entered her stomach, Flash shifted around in her seat, letting out an exhausted huff as she now laid sideways on her back, with her hooves propped up over the armrest... One hoof idly stroked over her belly as it quickly went all squishy as soon as the mare inside came. Her body would shiver and pulse with her orgasm even as she turned into a thick, viscous goop, her consciousness left behind in its mass.

“No more plans, hmm? That's fine with me! You'll just stay here as part of me forever, then…”

Flash teasingly ignored Withania's request to take the reformation potion. Her gooey form slowly drained right into Flash's bowels, ready to be processed and drained for all its worth. A sly smile took up Flash's muzzle as she felt her hips slowly growing, bulging out with the weight of the mare's entire form being mulched up into fat.

Waiting until she was certain Withania had lost all sense of the world outside, she rummaged around the satchel left on the bar and found the vial Withania had brought with her. Flash smiled as she took a little nap, leaving her friend to enjoy the idea of being a pudgy rear for as long as Flash saw fit.

5. Limon Picante (F/m, Death, Unwilling, Sex, SV, SD)

Author's Note

When Withania met Limon Picante, she was playing the black-widow on unsuspecting stallions...

Contains sex, unwilling fatal oral soft vore, soft digestion, broken horn, clean skull disposal. Co-written by Teofilo as Limon.

5. Limon Picante (F/m, Death, Unwilling, Sex, SV, SD)

Withania checked over her shoulder as she trotted up a garden path on the other side of town to her home. The advert was simple enough… Meet local single mares in your area! Why not? It's free! She fancied some no-strings-attached fun and answering this advert was bound to net her a cheap thrill.

The house was unassuming enough, and no one had seen her approach, so she raised one hoof and knocked smartly on the door, sitting down to wait for an answer.

Limon Picante prepared his home with some fruits. He spent the entire day cleaning his home as well as he could for the lady. He was browsing the net for hookups when he came across the local who was only a few miles away from him. Limon invited her to his home to which she responded with a yes - things were looking up for the stallion as the prospect of sex made him very excited. Just as he put the condom box on his side table, a knock was heard. He hurried out of his room and trotted to open the door.

He looked down to see the green mare, while leaning against the door frame trying to look cool as possible.

"Hey Girl, how are you doing?"

Withania raised one eyebrow at this greeting. Oh he's perfect, she thought, No regrets…

"Hi there, I'm clearly at the right house then…" she replied with a smirk, "You must be Limon - I'm Withania, nice to meet you."

Her attitude was seductive, but flattering. She looked him up and down as if she were impressed. He peered down at her with a naughty expression as he opened the door for her.

"Please. Come on in Miss Withania. You made the right choice coming to here," he said as he now got back on to his four legs and lead the way in his modest but nice house, "There are many things we must do today. Please, lay down on my couch!" He pointed to the couch in the living room.

"Is there anything you'd like to drink or eat before… we do anything?" he asked, seeming to be concerned if she actually wanted anything.

Okay maybe slight regret… she thought, noticing how behind his facade he was actually concerned for her comfort. But hey, she was going to give him the best send-off beyond his imagination.

"Got anything alcoholic?" she said, hiding her mouth behind one hoof with a wink, "I find it breaks the ice a little…"

She sauntered over to the couch, feeling his eyes on her nightshade cutie marks the whole way, and lay down full length like a french model. The place was actually pleasantly tidy - Withania wasn't a neat-freak, but it was always nicer to play in a clean environment. Unlike that one hovel she'd previously been to, and had to brush the dust and crumbs out of her green coat afterwards.

Limon was genuinely unaware of Withania's true intentions. He looked back at her quickly and nodded. "Yeah! I have some wine in the cooler as well as some classic beer. Though, I think we should have some of this Vodka I got from a Russian friend of mine. Nothing too fancy but it'll definitely… break the ice, you know?" He chuckled as he went over and got the vodka before returning with some shot glasses.

The way she laid on the couch already had him sweating some. How did she manage to be so… shapely? Her frame was petite but very curvaceous. As his eyes traveled down to her thighs and butt, he could only imagine what it would be like to be on top of that. His cock starting to rise between his thighs, forcing him to hide it.

There was a pleasure to being able to distract males just by laying down and throwing on the bedroom eyes, Withania had found. She considered herself to be a plain earth pony, but body language was a miracle worker. She took a shot glass of vodka and gave another wink as she downed it.

"Hoo! That's the stuff," she said, "It's always nice to bury some of that nervousness, y'know? Make sure we're both giving our best…" She swivelled around so that she was sitting upright, and there was a clear space next to her for him to share.

Limon quickly found a seat right next to her. He well and truly did find her very sexually attractive. He couldn't help but stare at her wide hips and soft tummy. So tempting it was to just lean in and lay down right on her.

Not to be out done, he served himself a shot, levitating the bottle and glass with his magic - something Withania noted she’d need to take care of later - then slurped down the bitter drink and shook. "Mmmn… Damn. That's some… hot stuff!" he said patting his chest.

"So tell me," Withania said, putting one hoof on his thigh - dangerously close to the boner Limon was trying to conceal, "Is this your first time doing this? I can be your guide or I can your play thing… but I suggest you play your cards fairly if you want to get the most out of me…"

Limon sat there both in anxiety and anticipation as the curvy mare now touched him. If the mare came any closer, she would have seen the tip of his member.

"I am not completely new to this… but you also look like a mare who knows what she wants…" he said, trying to play cool.

Withania leaned close to Limon's head, and whispered to him; "In that case, what I want is to feel out of control…"

She pulled away suddenly, leaning away against the arm of the couch so that her hip was separating them, and adjusted her tail just enough that the slightest glimpse of her marehood could be seen.

"Let's take turns, I'll let you go first. Call the shots, mister, what happens next?"

Sweat forms on the head of the stallion as the mare speaks to him lewdly. At this point, he was willing to do almost anything for this beautiful mare. Watching her and finally getting a glimpse of her sweet spot now sealed the deal for him.

"So what I will do is some light kissing, moving down and down… and then I will work my tongue to get things going..." he said getting on top of her, cock now shown to the mare. In his defense, it was a fair size.

He began by kissing her face, then going down her chest, then to her thick stomach, and then her hips - finally making his way right between her thighs. He used his hooves to spread her legs and see a puffy pair of lips as well as a beautiful pucker. "Mmmn… they're beautiful," he remarked.

"Oh my," Withania said, allowing Limon to explore her body and gently spread her hind legs, "That's a very generous move on your part…"

Limon put his mouth over her moistened slit and slipped his tongue between the folds, gently parting them and seeking out her clit. With a steady rhythm he began to lap her entrance, flicking her nub so that it slowly emerged and exposed more of her sensitivity. Withania's breathing fell into the rhythm of his work, hooking her hind hooves behind his head to help press his muzzle against her flower, and giving a coo of pleasure every time he hit the mark perfectly.

The stallion practically held the mare down as he greedily lapped, slurped and licked at her nether regions. As each minute passed, he continued to get faster with his tongue work, occasionally going a little further downward to give her pucker a teasing lick.

Eventually he pulled back entirely and after some adjustment, his large horsecock now rubbed against her pussy. "Ready?" He whispered to her, looking into her eyes passionately.

"Y-yes," she gasped, now resisting the urge to dive forward and shove his head back down again, "Put that length to use, Limon, I want it all inside!" She looked at him with anticipation, biting her lip slightly as a bead of pre dripped from his tip onto her crotch.

"Greedy girl… I will give you exactly what you need!" he replied as he adjusted his hips.

His cock tip poked at the base of her cunt, he throbbed, dripping pre onto her slit and even her pucker. He then starts to press into her vulva with a sigh as the tip slips inside. "MMMNNF! So… so… good" he moans out dumbly, inch after inch of his member slipping deeper into the warm sex of Withania.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" she moaned, feeling his girth spread her passage wide from her pucker to the bottom of her belly.

She clenched as he slowly pulled back out to the tip, and then relaxed he pressed back in again. He slowly increased his pace until she was bouncing back and forth against his thrusts, her eyes closed and her mouth open, panting in time with their reciprocation.

Withania's hips grappled with his, her plush flanks caressing him as he buried as much of his shaft as he could reach into her depths.

"I'm so close," she gasped, "I need to be fuller, bigger, softer…"

Limon's cock went in all the way. His length shoved in deep as he began to pick up the pace. Going harder and faster. He did not fully understand what she had to say, at first, but he figured it was just more dirty talk.

"Urgh… I am gonna fill you up real good! You are gonna get what you need!" he moaned out as he pressed his face right toward he open mouth.

Thinking she wanted a french kiss as he pressed his tongue against hers. His load quickly started building up, ready to pump her full of his seed, she discreetly leaned her free foreleg down to her satchel she'd brought with her. She pulled out a shiny metal ring with that had a sturdy steel pin sticking through it, and held it at the ready.

Their mouths fought fiercely, her underlying dominance starting to boil over again, and finally Limon moaned into her mouth as his cock - entirely enveloped by her plush pussy - began to pulse and pump powerfully with cum.

Just as Limon paused in his thrusts, hormones rushing on full blast, she slipped the ring over his horn. With a quick deft motion, twisted it around. The steel pin scored a perfect circle around the circumference of the horn, about an inch from its base - and before he could react she clouted the tip with her hoof, breaking it clean off as if it were cut glass.

Limon gasped in shock and confusion, stuck between the rush of his orgasm and the sudden clip of his magic being completely disabled.

"Don't worry," she said, pulling out from the kiss for a moment, "You're not going to need that anyway…"

And she opened her mouth impossibly wide, her other hoof pressing the back of his head into her gaping maw. Her ominous words prompting a very confused expression on his face… but when he started feeling himself being dragged into her crazy huge mouth, he began to resist.

"What?! But… but… ugh… no. Ponies are not supposed to eat other ponies! This… STOP YOU CRAZY- MNNNNNGGGGGG!"

If he was worried before, he was now unbelievably scared as he could see deep into her throat various shades of pony furs. Implying she had eaten many other ponies before him. Despite very tough resistance, half of his body was already inside her throat and stomach, his legs still out, flailing.

Withania moaned loudly at his reaction, a muffled chuckle that she couldn't voice, but he heard very well as her gullet surrounded him on all sides, dominating his senses. His flailing legs tried to gain leverage to pull his upper body out from this tight and slippery trap, but he only succeeded in helping Withania up off of her back so she could bear down on her prey and press the rest of his torso into her mouth. As his shrinking cock slipped out of her dripping pussy it dribbled a mixture of their juices across her chest, the slick lubrication making it even harder for him to kick or push her away.

Leaning back with his rump sticking obscenely out of his mouth, she gave several powerful swallows, sucking his flanks, his hocks, and finally his hooves down into her expanding belly.

"Phew!" she gasped, "Got to love a fighter, they do hit all the sensitive spots on the way down… get comfy in there my love, I'm gonna grab one of those beers to wash you down, and then we'll see about finding room for you on my hips…"

Limon felt a mixture of emotions, but beyond the shock of being consumed by another pony, he felt ultimately betrayed by the green mare he found so attractive. He thought they were going to be fuck buddies or at least a one time booty call but this was going far worse than he could imagine. He thought he finally got good leverage to get out when his hooves met her chest but the sex juices and cum proved to betray him as he couldn't get out. But when he finally found his entire body cramped inside of the stomach and the digestive juices he really started to go all-out panic.

"AUGH! PLEASE… NO! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIEND!?! WHY? WHAT IS SO GOOD ABOUT EATING PONIES?! HOW CAN THIS POSSIBLY FEEL GOOD TO YOU KNOWING YOU'RE… eating… ponies…"

His breathing became very labored as his shouting and panicked breathing proved to be his downfall. Soon enough, he became light headed and his resisting slowed to a standstill. Time seemed to melt, just as Limon did, the noticeable feature becoming less and less. Rounding out, the stallion churned down into nothing but a skull a few bits of fur in a sea of pony stew.

Withania lounged about the house while her stomach worked down her meal into a liquid goop that jiggled her belly as she poked about, occasionally stopping to rub her noisy belly or massage her clit to keep her mare-hood on edge.

"Oh wah wah wah," she said as Limon's muffled wails slowly grew weaker, "Maybe if you'd tried to enjoy it you'd see why I do… I'd probably feel bad if not for the fact that I can always find another stallion to paint my walls."

Within just a couple of hours her belly had shrunk to a satisfyingly chubby size, and the Limon-soup was working its way through her gut, filling out her flanks and hips into a pair of plush pillows fit to sleep on. The newly chubby earth mare wallowed around in pleasure, rubbing her new layer of pudge and pressing down belly-first against the floor to squeeze the last of Limon into the deeper reaches of her body.

She burped a few bubbled of trapped air, then with a hack, her stomach heaved a lump back up her throat - and a slightly slimy skull popped out of her mouth with some matter fur clinging to it.

"Mmmm," she murmured, picking up the bone and walking back into the kitchen, "You look better on my ass anyway kiddo. I'll just leave you here so they know not to bother searching for you."

She placed the skull on the side of the kitchen table, and then as she turned her newly expanded flank bumped the corner and knocked it off. It hit the hard floor with a crack and broke into pieces. Withania glanced back, but shrugged and walked out. Picking her bag - and the bottle of vodka - she closed the front door on her way out, hips bobbing with the rhythm of a very satisfied mare.

The stallion's skull was left to be forgotten, his body now becoming fat on the ass of Withania that he’d found ever-so-tempting to touch. Indeed a line of stallions followed, each one having their fun like Limon but ultimately meeting their end like Limon.

Her butt was like a nice cushion, her hips wide and frame overall gorgeous. She was a sexy predator, and she knew it.

6. Swift Sketch (F/m, Sex, SV, SD, WG)

Author's Note

When Withania met Swift Sketch, she found a cute stallion eager to make her big and fat - just what she wanted.

Contains some sex, oral soft vore, soft digestion, and reformation. Co-written by Swift Sketch, as himself.

6. Swift Sketch (F/m, Sex, SV, SD, WG)

The Camelton Hotel was a respectable four-star accommodation that was grand enough for the splendour of higher-class ponies, but not priced out of the reach of the regular folk. Its halls were furnished with wooden panelling and lush carpets, the beds made of solid wood, and mattresses enchanted for comfort.

Withania booked a night or two here on occasion to get away from her routine for a little while and relax. No chores to do or clients to please, she could lounge around and pony-watch. All going well, she might find somepony special to spend some time with.

On the evening of her first night, the green earth pony mare made her way into the hotel's restaurant. A few ponies, some on their own, and some in pairs or groups occupied tables here, but it was a quiet evening. Withania spotted a light-blue earth stallion sitting alone on the far side of the room, just her size.

She made her way casually across the room and sat down on the table next to the stallion, before picking up the drinks menu and looking over the options, making sure she could clearly be seen.

Swift looked at his menu, finding something good to order and fiddled with his silverware. He was alone with nopony else and had no plans for the night. He looked at the mare sitting at the table across him. The stallion blushed and looked back at the menu.

Withania noticed the hesitant and slightly bashful glance from the other table and took her cue. Bringing her drinks menu with her striking up her best alluring eyes, she slid of her chair and walked over to the stallion's table.

"Do you mind if I join you? Always nice to dine with a friend, I say..." she asked. She caught the eye of the waiter who was approaching to take both of their orders. "Hello! Yes, I'll have a vodka lemonade... What are you drinking tonight?"

Swift got nervous as he watched her walk towards him. He gave a shy looking smile as she sat across the table. "I-I don't mind at all!" His smile grew. "Uh to drink? He looked back at his menu. "Hmmm, I’ll have a strawberry lemonade. I don't really drink alcohol, heh."

The waiter took his leave and left.

"That's okay sweetie," she said, giving him a wink. She put her head in her hooves, elbows on the table. "I'm Withania, what's your name? You staying here with anyone?"

"My names Swift… and I’m just here by myself," he said while he was playing around with his silverware. "Just came back from a visit and booked a room here for the night."

"Perfect, I'm here on my own too!" she said conversationally, her smile turning a little smug. "I like meeting new ponies at times like this. Both of us on our own, free for a night, in between destinations. It makes for a uh... window of opportunity, don't you think?"

She looked to one side at the other tables, so as not to stare Swift down and let him look back without feeling self-conscious. His nervousness was adorable. Withania wasn't here on her first rodeo, but something told her that this could be a more wholesome experience than just a quick one-night-stand.

Swift looked back at her and felt a little more confident. "Yeah I agree." he put the silverware down. "Maybe we can have a little fun tonight. If that's what you're getting at." He picked up his strawberry lemonade and started sipping on it. He blushed and smiled at her.

"Awah! What a generous offer!" she said, glancing back so that they locked eyes, "You're sweet. I'd very much like to have a little fun with you. Perhaps we could finish our drinks and head upstairs? Everything's a little easier when you're not wondering who else is watching I find... Although I feel like I should warn you that it might take a little more than you think to satisfy me..."

Swift eyes widened in surprise as she looked closely back at him. "hehe, well I was hoping to find some mare around here who wants to." He took another gulp of his drink. "Yeah I like something more intimate and personal you know?" He began to feel butterflies in his stomach as he patiently waited to finish their drinks. "Oh? I think I'll be able to satisfy you."

"Mmmmm, perfect," she murmured, taking a gulp of her drink, then leaning forward on her hooves again, "I'd say you've found exactly what you're looking for. And I think the feeling's mutual as well... I'm not a fan of jock stallions treating my like some mare to add to their collection. You seem much more my type."

She took another gulp of her drink, mostly finishing it.

Swift took a few more gulps as well wiping his mouth. He places the empty glass on the table. "I have to admit you look very cute from when I first saw you. I didn't think you had any interest in a pony like me though." He sat there waiting for her to leave the table. His tail swished around excitingly.

"I like ponies who can take things a little slow. Really experience the moment, rather than just racing for a climax," she said.

She waited for a moment, and then finished the last of her drink, pushing the glace away pointedly. She got off her chair and turned away from the table, looking back at him with just the slightest lift of her tail. Not enough to see anything, just a tease.

"Would you like to join me in my room?"

Swift nodded in agreement and hopped off the chair to join her. He looked at her rump as she walked noticing her flicking her tail. He followed her up the stairs to her room.

Withania kept her eyes forward as she walked through the corridors, keeping a sway in her step that she knew Swift would be avidly watching. Shy guys were bashful about taking in the sights, and she wanted to give him plenty of time to do that now.

Her earth mare hips rolled from side to side hypnotically, the perfect balance of apple-bucking muscle with a little padding to make them beautifully smooth and rounded, proudly displaying her nightshade cutie mark. She even gilded the lily by opening the door to her room with her mouth, bending her forelegs a little in the process so her ass was perfectly presented to her dutifully following guest.

Inside the lights were dimmed, the room visible but cosy. A double bed was fully made up in the centre, with Withania's satchel and a few other possessions on a dressing table against the wall.

"Please, make yourself comfortable, I just need to get something from my bag..."

"Alright will do!" said Swift who was blushing very much now from staring at her on the way up. He jumped up onto the bed with his legs spread out, making himself cosy. His chest was pounding, wondering what kind of things she would do with him.

Withania fetched a small vial of a deep purple liquid out of her satchel and placed it on the bedside table, then assessed the bed.

"H'mmm, you're good at following instructions aren't you?" she said. Carefully climbing up, she straddled him, standing up and looking down at his starfished body. "I think this will work well. You're a good boy, and Withania's going to make you very happy, but first, you have to make her happy."

She slowly lay down on top of Swift, not pressing into him, but ensuring their bodies were touching full-length. Swift's now very apparent erection a bump between their bellies. She gently kissed him.

"Do your best, and take it slow. Wait until I say before finishing, okay?"

Swift smiled and nodded as he took a quick glance at the potion on the nightstand. He was then met with a sudden kiss. He would place his hooves on her back as she pressed against his belly. "So, what are you planning with that over there." He was feeling a bit concerned too.

She didn't answer at first and instead raised her rump up in the air so that Swift could spring to full mast. Carefully guiding her hips, she descended back down again, slowly enveloping his stallion hood in one fluid motion, the entire length disappearing into her folds like a vanishing act. Now it was little harder for him to escape from under her if the next bit didn't go quite to plan.

"Well," she whispered, "I haven't eaten all day, and a meal downstairs won't quite cut it... as good as the food here is-"

She leaned down so her mouth was at his ear.

"I like the guests better..."

Swift would moan as his dick was pushed into her cunt. "A-aaah, that's all the way in!" His hooves pressed against her lower back, rubbing around in soothing circles, feeling her up. The stallion listened to her speak to him as he was enjoying himself. "Oh? Tell me more about it."

"Mmmm, not even a slight reaction," she said, "Have you done this before I wonder?"

Eaten or not, he'd certainly been with a mare before, she guessed. His hooves kneaded into her coat, massaging her and making her start to gyrate on top of him. She responded by raising her tail high and beginning a steady bob up and down on his cock, working on the top-half and building herself up. Kissing him again she let his tongue meet hers, the flavours of the two drinks they'd had colliding and mixing.

"Sometimes I let other ponies have all of me, entirely. But I think tonight you're going to end up in my belly." She straightened her forelegs again, raising her chest up so he could see her fern-green barrel over the top of him, as well as her larger hips massaging the tip of his cock, sliding it across her clit.

"Is that what you want? To really satisfy me?"

Swift chucked at her. "Maybe I have." He was stroking his hooves along her sides up and down feeling the fur. The stallion moaned and murred at the sensations he was feeling down below.

"Mmmnnn that sounds nice. Though you have to make it worth my while and I’ll be able to satisfy that belly of yours." He stared at that belly knowing he was going to end up as food now. It made him feel more excited. "How about you keep talking about it?"

"I think I can do that... you're being very good after all," she said, soundly slightly short of breath. "Although you're going to ruin my figure." She lifted one fore-hoof and guided his feeling hooves to her stomach.

"This is where you'll start. You'll be a big bulge right there, and I'll be the size of both of us right now." Next, she moved his hoof down to her midriff. "Then once I've melted you down into soup, you'll go through here. And I'll absorb every last ounce of you."

She moved his hoof to her hip.

"And this is where most of you will end up. A layer of pudge on my hips. My rump's going to be big, soft and plush with you on it, and I'll feel it every time I sit down. Maybe you will too, who knows. Are you looking forward to it?"

"Mmmmn yes I am!" said Swift as his dick twitched and flared inside her, leaking more with pre. He pushed his hoof in on her soft butt. "I want to make you much fatter down there. Just knowing that’s where I’ll end up drives me crazy! I think you’ll look much sexier with a fatter ass."

"Hold it for me, Swift, there's a good boy," Withania cooed, and quickly reached for the vial. "As you're about to give me something, I'll give you something. This will ensure your safety."

She uncorked the vial and pressed it to his lips, tipping the contents into his mouth.

"Now drink up, and then cum for me..."

Withania dropped the empty vial and then sat her full weight down onto his crotch, taking in everything until his balls pressed against the dock of her tail, and she clenched for all she was worth.

Swift turned his head, curious of the potion before drinking it. He closed his eyes firmly to the bitter taste and gulped it quickly. His dick flared up again and pushed against her cervix climaxing all over as he held onto her butt. The stallion then went limp, being fully satisfied, a meal waiting to be eaten.

Withania sighed with pleasure, feeling Swift's seed flood her inner chambers. It was a good effort toward getting her own climax - but she needed more. She needed all of him, and he now lay exhausted under her, waiting- begging for her to eat him.

She licked her lips, and with his shrinking dick still inside her, she leaned in for another kiss, her breath blowing across his face, and her muzzle opened wide. Swift caught a brief glimpse of her pulsating throat before it swallowed both his vision and hearing, as she plunged her mouth over his head with a wet gulp.

Pulling her sopping pussy off of his crotch, she drew him into a hug, pulling the stallion up into a sitting position, and then pressed down with her whole body, her maw stretching over his shoulders and down to his waste.

She moaned in pleasure, rubbing her dripping folds against him as if she were basting his chest before her jaws reached it - just a little further, and she would have her climax and her meal...

Swift couldn't see much except for the pulsating fleshy tunnel ahead. His head pushed through her gullet slowly. The tunnel stretched open as he made his way through. His whole body was bound and there wasn't much the stallion could do but squirm. The fleshy walls pushed against his cheeks making his face squish. His legs were bound up by her hungry maw with the other half sticking out between her lips.

Salivating over and licking every part of Swift's body that crossed her tongue, Withania leaned back to counter the weight of another pony swelling out in front of her. She took a few pauses as she reached his hips, letting her aching throat rest for a moment, and then with a few mighty swallows, she forced the rest of the pony down, shivering with delight as the bump of his hind legs traced down her neck and chest. Her gut filled her vision, its surface moving as the pony inside shifted around, exploring his new confines.

"Oh, and there goes my hourglass figure," she said jokingly as she rubbed one hoof over her belly, feeling the bumps and contours of her meal, "Time to put you to good use now, Dinner, you're going to melt into stew and fill out my frame. Hope you're enjoying yourself, being pony food now. Just an overindulgent meal to fill up this mare..."

Swift suddenly slipped down her throat and pushed into her boiling belly. He curled up into a fetal position, just waiting to be digested. The stallion trembled and moaned as his body was being squeezed by her fleshy walls. He listened to her stomach churn and gurgle. He reached out and rubbed her stomach. He felt his legs sizzle, being submerged by the acids. "Mmmmnn I really do enjoy it. Knowing I’m going to end up as your butt-fat, and making you look so much sexier." He pushed his erection between his crammed up legs against her stomach.

Breathing heavily with exertion and pleasure, Withania admired herself in the mirror above the dressing table across the room. Her figure was huge, her entire centre of gravity a foot out in front of her. The rush of seeing herself looking like this adding fuel to her fires, building the furnace that was ready to blaze as soon as her belly was finished with Swift. She noticed a more prominent bulge appear out in front.

"Oh, up again already - let's see if we can't get you a nice little send-off before you're too far gone to feel it..." she said.

Feeling out with her hooves - since she couldn't see the front of her belly - she found the bump of Swift's cock, and stroked her hoof up and down, using the tip to dig in slightly. The rest of his body would be soaked in her fluids now, bones softening, limbs starting to press into his torso as his body turned to mush, but with all his blood pumped into one last thrill, she jacked him off through the padding of her stretched belly.

"I hope this works, my treat, just think about my lovely hips swelling up as your stewed body becomes part of me. Nice plush cheeks, padded thighs that rub together as I walk, and a curvy belly that I'll be rubbing away at all evening..."

Swift began to feel his form melt and fall apart, his body merging with the cute mare. "Oh, yes - it’s gonna be nice!" He moaned as he climaxed against her stomach before melting off into a thick fattening goop. He pushed as much as he could against her stomach, feeling it up before he departed into ass fat. He would be digesting and be absorbed for the rest of the night, becoming a part of what he loves.

Feeling the liquid mass of her stomach starting to fill out into her lower gut, Withania lay back on the bed with her eyes closed, moaning softly. Her hips began to dilate, slowly but surely, expanding like an inflatable. Her huge round belly decreased in size as its load was distributed across her body, but did not vanish completely. It slowly levelled out to a chubby pot belly, well padded with a winter layer, so to speak.

Withania's breath steadily quickened as she felt her body changing, until she squeaked, eyes screwed shut, a dribble of Swift's sticky cum leaking out from her pussy. She let out a long sigh of relief and opened her eyes again. Her body would still take a few hours to finish up with the blue earth pony, but he hadn't been wrong. Her curves were to die for, and as soon as the reformation potion she'd fed him kicked in, he'd probably have time in the morning to enjoy them...

***

Swift slowly opened his eyes up to the morning sunlight. He sat up and rubbed his head, it felt like all a dream to him. "Huh, did I just get ate again?" He looked over to see the mare resting peacefully on the bed, she looked a lot bigger than before. He reached over and pushed her shoulder a few times to wake her.

Withania opened her eyes groggily and sat up. For a moment she'd forgotten the night before, and then she felt her considerable extra weight shift from her midriff and down.

"Oh my... Morning Swift... thanks for last night, you certainly delivered. Look at these hocks!" She rolled over and hugged him, placing one hind leg over his body so that her fresh padding squashed against his crotch. "You were right, I do look good with you on my figure..."

Swift blushed and smiled seeing how much bigger she got. "You’re welcome." He put his hoof over her hips and pushed into it. "You’re so much softer too..."

She gasped and giggled at his touch, jogging the entire mattress.

"Oooh, sensitive! Looks like nice cute colts make for nice cute hips... not like a skinny pegasus! I'll be sad when I work off this extra weight... I need a nice boy like you on call, so I can just gobble you up whenever I want to have these thighs again!"

The stallion chuckled and kept rubbing her flanks. "I can just look at them all day." He then leaned over to give them a kiss. "It would be sad to see them go, but I’d be willing to make them fatter again!"

"We should definitely hook up some time again... maybe get a little more exotic since we'd both know what we were getting ourselves into…”

“Definitely. I’ll make sure to book an extra night so we have more time too!”

7. Fidget (F/m, SV, Full-Tour)

Author's Note

When Withania met Fidget, the little dragon-pony hybrid was snooping in her greenhouse. Intending to teach him a lesson, she chows down, only to find that draconies are tougher than they look...

Contains clean (nectar/syrupy fluids) full tour soft-vore. This wasn't actually an RP, but a short-fic gift for Rubiont. Seemed to be at home in this anthology!

7. Fidget (F/m, SV, Full-Tour)

A small dragon-pony cross pushed the spring-weighted gate open with his head and looked around. A huge and mysterious looking garden lay before him, with walls of tall green shrubs enclosing sheltered allotments of colourful flowers and herbs, or vegetables and crop samples. Fidget was exploring the edges of the town, and while the fence and gate implied that this was someone’s back garden, the colours and smells drifting out from the enclosed wilderness were too tempting to not sneak a peak.

As he weaved through the maze-like jungle, the glint of glass caught his eye - a greenhouse! Fidget pushed up against the windows and saw even more exotic plants bathing in the heat and moisture trapped inside. Still seeing no ponies in sight, he trotted along the edge of the greenhouse until he found a double door granting entry. A wave of warm, humid air hit Fidget on his pink scaled face and ruffling his red mane, bringing with it a rich smell of a sweet fruit ripe for picking. A tree growing at the back of the greenhouse was the clear source of this, its branches heavy with exotic fruit. There was plenty here, surely no one would mind if he took a few?

The pint-sized hybrid nimbly hopped onto the wooden countertop that ran along the side of the greenhouse and leaned up to pluck the low-hanging fruit. Success, the tropical-coloured fruit practically fell off as he carefully tugged with his teeth. Once he had a few, Fidget jumped down onto the flagstones and sat back to enjoy his sweet treat. The flavour was exquisite, juicy and sharp, but sweet and sticky. He soon had orange-coloured juice dribbling down his front.

“Hey! What are you doing in my greenhouse?” a stern voice demanded from behind him. Fidget turned, red-hoofed, and saw a green earth pony with an autumn coloured mane blocking the aisle he was sitting in.

“Oh, hello!” Fidget replied innocently, “I’m sorry, your fruit just smelled so delicious I couldn’t help myself!”

The mare didn’t look impressed by this remark and approached to stand over him disapprovingly. “Thanks, I guess,” she said sarcastically, “Those are worth more than you can imagine. I’m the only pony who can grow them for a few hundred miles.”

“You must have lots of customers wanting to buy your fruits then,” continued Fidget enthusiastically, seeming to be quite oblivious to the earth pony’s displeasure. “My name’s Fidget. Who are you?”

“Fidget huh? Well I’m Withania, and do you know what happens to pests in this garden?” Fidget shook his head, swallowing his last mouthful. She leaned down so her face was level with his. “They get turned into potted plants.”

Withania breathed slowly into Fidget’s face and a heavy and sweet aroma wafted into his throat and lungs, carrying a scent that he couldn’t shake from his mind. The fruit in his claw suddenly seemed dull and tasteless by comparison to the smell coming from this strange mare. She opened her mouth, revealing a green tongue and cheeks, glistening with yellow-gold saliva. It looked incredibly inviting, and Fidget couldn’t help but lean right up and smell the sweetness coating the inside of her mouth.

“That’s right, little one, everything you want is in here… enjoy!” she murmured, and then in one fluid motion, her mouth opened even wider and engulfed fidget’s entire head! He felt a great pressure on top of him as Withania pressed herself down on top of him, her throat clenching and seizing hold of his smooth body. It was warm and comforting. Fidget wasn’t the least bit frightened about this, but the heady smell of her nectar made it even more inviting. He tucked his legs against his body, and within a few gulps, the oddly smelling mare had swallowed him whole!

Fidget found himself squeezed through a tight and pulsating tube which opened out into a cushioned stomach, full to the brim with watery nectar. He kept his head up as his body plunged into the sweet heady fluid, but as Withania belched around him, the small amount of air that she had swallowed with him was quickly evacuated, and her watery drink flooded into his body. He coughed and hiccuped, a split-second of panic cut through the sugar-haze, but then he realised he was still breathing, just heavy breaths of liquid.

Huh, he thought, I can breathe this stuff? It… feels good…

“Have fun dissolving into more sweet nectar, little one, it’ll be a nice massage while I work!” mocked Withania, stretching luxuriously and smirking at the bulge in her belly. Enough to give her that full feeling, but not enough to badly hamper her mobility. Perfect snack for a day’s work.

Fidget felt the strange plant-pony that had eaten him moving around, his enclosure wobbling and bulging and squeezing. The liquid has soaked him through, but he wasn’t too concerned by her threats - he knew his dragon scales were tougher than they looked. But all the same, he felt a tingle across his body, both inside and out. It felt like a layer of him shifting free, like dirt coming off in a shower. His body might’ve been hardy enough to resist being melted, but anything stuck to his flesh was dissolving into the nectar bath, flowing out of him and settling to the bottom of the tight belly he was in. The constant motion of his host walking around rubbed and worked the fluids deep between his scales and into the very roots of his mane until he felt like his whole body was gently stretching and compressing. The whole experience was so relaxing that fidget found himself dozing off to sleep, tight in the plant-mare’s embrace.

As she watered the plants in the greenhouse, Withania felt her passenger fall still at last. He’d certainly been a strange one, offering very little fight, and staying awake for a fair time. Almost as if he didn’t even mind. She shrugged and continued working, it wouldn’t matter soon anyway. She wasn’t really going to turn him into a potted plant, she’d condense him into a seed and leave him to grow in the fields out behind her house - out of the garden - and he’d pop out of a flower in a day or so none the worse for wear.

But as the afternoon wore on, she could still feel the solid lump of his body in her belly. What in Equestria did I eat? He’s not even gone soft yet… come to think of it he didn’t look like an ordinary pony… She decided to give it time, maybe her body was in one of its more passive moods and working slower than usual.

Fidget stirred and felt soft fleshy walls wrapped around him still. He couldn’t open his eyes in the belly trapping him, and could hardly move, but the steady rhythm and heartbeat was incredibly soothing. He’d been woken up by increased pressure from the walls - they were squeezing more tightly than before, pushing him, pressing him headfirst against the back of the chamber he was in. There must’ve been another tube here because his muzzle poked into a stretchy hole that yielded and opened to permit the rest of his body to get squashed in. The sound of the heartbeat grew quicker and heavier, interrupted occasionally by a moan of discomfort.

But his progress continued. The nectar coating him had become thicker and goopier, lubricating his passage and sticking him together so he couldn’t attempt to interfere with what was happening. Just as the compression around him was getting unbearable, he felt the chill of outside air against his nose, and then on his mouth. He spluttered and a few flecks of nectar that he hadn’t swallowed cleared from his lungs, before dazzlingly bright light lit up his closed eyes.

Withania groaned and gave a mighty push. After spending the rest of the day marinading Fidget, her body had given up trying to dissolve the dracony, and just opted to pass him as it normally would a seed. A very goopy Fidget plopped out from under her tail onto the grass behind the garden, and Withania collapsed in exhaustion.

Fidget, quite awake after his nap and delighting in his refound freedom of movement, assessed himself. Although covered in a syrup-like coating, he was quite unharmed. In fact, he felt great - his throat and larynx were clear and felt as if they were scrubbed clean. Licking his claw of the goop, he found it was brighter, clearer, practically sterilised. He turned around, expecting to find the green earth mare standing over him again.

“Wow are you okay?” he asked, walking around to where her head lay on the grass, physically exhausted. “Sorry about that, I’m pretty tough… I didn’t get a chance to warn you before you ate me…”

“U-urrrgh,” muttered Withania, “Yea I discovered that… I think next time I’ll be more careful before trying to eat a… whatever you are…”

“I’m a dracony,” said Fidget, “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine… just… give me a minute.”

Next time… next time I’ll just spray them with the hosepipe… she thought.

8. Rune Chisel (F/m, SV, SD, Plant TF)

Author's Note

When Withania met Rune Chisel, she took the opportunity to rope him into an experiment she'd been thinking about - turning a pony into a potted plant.

Contains oral soft vore, soft digestion, and plant transformation with implied reformation. A gift for Rathalos.

8. Rune Chisel (F/m, SV, SD, Plant TF)

“Oh my, your reputation is well deserved, Withania…” complemented Rune Chisel, as he tested a rune-enhanced figurine with the dried herbs from Withania’s sample. The two of them sat in the large, sun-drenched greenhouse in Withania’s back garden, where Rune had visited all the way from his shop in the city. “As I mentioned, my enchantments are designed with convenience in mind, and with component materials as potent as these, my customers would no longer need a bag of extra materials to augment certain runes.”

“Thank you, Rune, you’re very kind. You’re interested in a recurring purchase order then?” asked Withania, sitting back from the bench where Rune was inspecting her product.

“Oh absolutely, I thought I’d need a couple of days to run experiments, but this exceeds all my expectations! Now I’m gonna have to decide what to do over the next few days until I’m due to head back home!”

Withania smiled to herself, as her client was still bent over the workbench. A few days with nothing to do, huh? she thought to herself, before saying aloud; “Have you got somewhere to stay?”

“Uh, actually I forgot to book somewhere. But I’m sure there’s an inn I can book into. I don’t suppose you have any recommendations, do you?”

Withania quietly walked up behind him, inhaling and then gently blowing toward his face, her breath carrying her aromatic pollen. “Well as it happens,” she said, getting closer and exhaling toward him again, “I was hoping to run a little experiment of my own this weekend, and what better partner to have than another professor, you’d love to help me out, wouldn’t you?”

Rune Chisel’s nose twitched and he blinked as the invisible cloud Withania had been exhaling around him entered his sinuses and lungs, being absorbed into his bloodstream. In an enclosed space like the greenhouse, Withania knew her pollen breath could sway a pony’s mind under her influence in seconds if she was trying. The plant pony draped herself over Rune’s shoulders from behind, the sudden physical contact lowering his defences even further.

“Y-yes…” he stammered, “That smells lovely… w-what do you need me to do?”

She spun him around on the bench stool so he was facing her, and then kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth and putting the taste of her nectar onto his lips, and more of her intoxicating scent into his lungs. “Just gulp down as much nectar as fast as you can,” she said, “The quicker I can digest you, the quicker I can get to work.”

His eyes were out of focus, and his smile suggested that all he was aware of was the attention he was getting from the green earth pony with the flaming red hair, rather than the strange things she was suggesting. In any case, when Withania opened her mouth as wide as she could, its green interior framed by strings of golden nectar, his only response was to lean in closer and inhale more of her sweet aroma. Which made it all the easier for her to press her jaws over his muzzle, then his face, and then with a grunt of exertion, his entire head. Withania pulled his shoulders toward her for a better angle as she swiftly gulped her way down his torso, her neck and chest bulging out with the other earth pony’s shape. Normally she would take her time and savour the moment, but she had other plans for this pony and wanted to jump ahead to the moment where her experiment truly began.

Rune’s world went dark as he was engulfed by a slick tunnel of pulsating flesh, it clamped around him and pinned his legs to his sides before his instincts could even try to resist. Everything smelled of that sweet alluring liquid he’d tasted when she kissed him, and while he could hear - and feel - the beat of a heart, the texture of the soft tube was like that of a plant. But before he could wonder any further about this strange experience befalling him, the convulsions around him squeezed his body into a rounder chamber, filled to the brim with watery nectar. Had he been of normal mind, Rune would be panicking for air. But the instructions that the sweet voice had spoken into his ears rang in his mind, and without even thinking he began to gulp down the watery liquid. Moments later his breath gave out and he tried to inhale - only succeeding in flooding his lungs with the same liquid, but rather than drowning, his lungs continued to function. He hiccuped and felt the fluid rushing in and out of his body with every breath, swirling in his stomach, and finding its way into every other orifice of his body.

Withania lay on her engorged belly, gently rocking back and forth in lewd bliss. She’d been feeling peckish for days, and coupled with the idea she’d had, she was eager to work this pony down to mush as fast as she could. She could feel his twitching movement and sense that he’d been claimed by her nectar, and now she gently kneaded her stomach, waiting for her prey to dissolve into more sweet nectar. “Well, I’m gonna snooze while you melt in there, else I’ll get distracted and waste energy on… other activities…” she said, slouching on her belly bed.

An hour or so later, Withania was crouched on an empty allotment in the garden. She blew out her cheeks in relief and then turned to inspect the patch behind her. Normally she’d now fill in this hole with fresh soil, but instead, she fished out a hoof-sized seed that she’d just secreted there. The essence of Rune Chisel, his mind and everything needed to regrow his body was condensed into this seed - while his old body was now a plush padding around Withania’s hips and rump.

She carried the seed into the greenhouse and put it in a medium-sized plant pot, adding a nutrient-rich soil, a little grow-fast potion to speed everything up, and her magical craft as an earth pony. She gave the pot a good dose of water and left it in the sun while she went outside to tend the garden.

Rune felt himself enter a dream-like state. He was standing on his hind legs, with his hind hooves braced up to the shins. His forelegs were held out, and his head looking up as if he were trying to embrace the sun. He couldn’t see or hear, but his spatial awareness gave him a sense of being small in a huge enclosed room. He wasn’t sure how long he was there for, but now and then he felt like a huge being entered the room, moving around at alarming speed and inspecting him, and then vanishing again. He wasn’t bored. If anything he was driven by curiosity - he could feel his rigid body lengthening, stretching taller, his forelegs wider and his hindlegs separating and digging deep into the soil around him, sucking up moisture. He had a goal in mind, to get big and bloom into a beautiful flower.

Withania checked in on her seedling’s progress. As predicted, the seed was growing at incredible speed, even by her standards. Not fast enough to see, but certainly enough that there was a visible change every time she popped into the greenhouse to check. Once her Rune Chisel plant was about a foot tall, she sat at the bench with a pair of scissors and assessed him carefully. The tegmen flower was designed to place all its effort into the flower, which was where its main mechanics lay. To stop this from happening and delay Rune’s reformation, she needed to redirect this growth. From her own experience, she knew that the pony trapped within this plant-body would have a vague sense of its shape, but the limbs were abstract, and pruning them was not the same as pruning those limbs on a pony body. With this in mind, she snipped off the very top of the main stalk, where the flower bud was starting to form. Then she trimmed the largest leaf and turned the pot so the smaller leaves and sprouts were facing the late-afternoon sun. The plant was visibly too big for the pot she’d placed it in, but this was also deliberate, to stunt the growth of the root system and further inhibit overall maturity.

“Good night, Rune, I hope this hotel is to your satisfaction!” she murmured with a sly smile, before heading into her house for the night.

It was dawn when Rune felt his consciousness stir again. He felt… bushier. At some point, before he’d faded into unconsciousness, the big entity that zipped around faster than he could keep track of had loomed over him and he felt his extremities cut off. It hadn’t hurt - if anything he felt more balanced than before, as if he weren’t going to fall over while reaching toward the light. Now in the cool dawn, he felt like he had many forelegs all around him. He’d managed to stretch his head up again after it had been trimmed off, but it wasn’t as prominent as it had been. He felt like he had a mane atop him, and that was growing, instead of his face pointing up at the sun. But also he was thirsty… his hind legs were scrunched up in the soil below him and he’d absorbed all the water he could. Suddenly his plant-brain clicked and he realised that he was in Withania’s greenhouse, and the moving thing was her, moving around quickly because he was now living at a much slower pace. But what was he?

Withania yawned and placed her mug of tea on the bench as she entered the greenhouse. She normally started watering the garden first thing in sunny weather, before the sun got too hot and scorched the wet plants, but she was eager to see how her miniature potted pony-plant was doing. And boy, had he filled out nicely! Rune Chisel was visibly a Tegmen-hybrid like the usual regrowth plants that her seeds became, but her pruning and the restriction of the pot had completely altered the proportions. There were many more leaves now, and while a flower bud had formed again, it was nowhere near big enough to grow a pony. Rune would remain trapped in this form for as long as Withania liked now. She added a little extra water, before trotting out to continue her morning routine.

Rune settled into his stance, balanced and stable, drinking in sunlight and the warmth of the greenhouse. Slowly he felt what he considered to be his head ready to burst forth again, and as the sun hit the peak of its apex, he uncovered his face from its protective shield of petals. While he did not see as a pony would, the reflection of light around him gave a strange sense of light and shadow, which is brain slowly adapted to process into a blurry impression of the greenhouse around him. A green muzzle framed by terracotta-coloured hair swam into view, and Withania looked down at the beautiful flower she’d grown from the pony that was Rune Chisel.

Withania cupped her face in her hooves, happy with her creation. Her experiment had worked perfectly. Next, she would prune this plant again to encourage heavy growth into the flower, and replant it outside so it could resume its natural growth cycle to reform Rune Chisel as a pony. But for now, she liked the idea of leaving him as he was, a healthy plant content to flourish in the sunlight.

Rune Chisel swayed his leaves and petals at her, although the movement would be too slow for her to see, and waited eagerly for her to water him and add more nutrients to his soil.

9. Quick Ring (M/f, Sex, Tentacles, CI, SV, SD)

Author's Note

When Withania met Quick Ring, she certainly met her match when it came to pred with utility. Lucky that she's a fan of tentacles and a good squeeze!

Contains rough sex, tentacles, all-the-way-through, cum inflation, oral soft vore, implied soft digestion and implied reformation. Thanks to Blissey, who wrote Quick Ring!

9. Quick Ring (M/f, Sex, Tentacles, CI, SV, SD)

A large, dark blue tatzlpony with a silvered mane, closer in size to Princess Celestia than your average pony, stood upon Ponyville’s public stage, idly juggling a pair of rings with his tongue tentacles. He grinned as ponies began gathering about in anticipation of a show. He had never been to Ponyville before and was eager to see what kind of turnout his show would get… and what kind of fun he would be able to find after the show.

“Greetings, everypony!” he flawlessly said around his two tongues which never ceased their juggling of the pair of rings, “I am Quick Ring, and I am here today to astound you with feats of dexterity and acrobatics you have never before seen!” He rose up onto his hind legs, using his tail to help him balance. His throat bulged and he coughed up another ring and three juggling pins one after another, all of which were added to the two rings he was already juggling. Using all three of his tentacle tounges and his two forelegs, effortlessly kept all six objects moving about in the air above.

Withania watched in awe from the third row as Quick Ring performed. She was fond of the extraordinary as it was, but when she saw posters for such an unusual pony - one with a long dexterous tail and several equally long tentacle tongues - she had already opened her purse strings to place some bits aside to see the show. Now her eyes lit up in excitement and the reflected glow of the stage lights, her mouth was ajar as the tatzlpony from lands afar tossed his rings in mesmerising patterns, even speaking and entertaining the audience at the same time. She clopped her hooves together and cheered with the rest of the crowd.

In the back of her mind, as always, there were lewd ideas of what else she imagined Quick Ring could do with those appendages if he were so inclined - but she was one of many faces in the crowd. Maybe she could try and get an autograph after the show, then she’d be able to see him up close at least…

Seeing that he now had the crowds full attention, Quick Ring decided it was time to take his act up to the next phase. Juggling itself, catching and throwing while standing still, was child’s play for one as skilled as he. He started by moving about the stage as he tossed his pins and rings about, meandering to the left, then back to the right, never missing a step. He added in some twists, some bows, and soon his movements could only be described as dancing, all while still flawlessly juggling using every limb he had. Front legs, back legs, tentacles, tail, all were involved in catching and throwing while he cavorted about on stage. That some of his movements gave the audience a good view of his backside with tail raised in the act of tossing or catching was all according to plan; it never failed to lure in a mare or two after the show.

The green mare gasped in delight as the show stallion moved into the most intricate part of his routine. She was easy to please and didn’t mind, it was a lot more fun than being a sceptical stick in the mud. But the way Quick Ring moved was considerably more provocative than she had expected. Or was that just her mind? He twisted and ducked and weaved in a manner that could only be deliberately showing off every part of himself, and this was a late show after all. Boy, could I have fun with him… she thought to herself, getting a good eyeful of his powerful rump and the poorly concealed parts underneath.

Once Quick Ring’s dance had ended, she joined the crowd in cheering and applause. A large chunk of the ponies immediately filtered away from the stage, heading to the bar or the merchandise stand, while a group clustered around an autograph table next to the stage. Withania joined this group and loitered near the back, waiting for the majority to leave. It seemed that even after his dazzling performance, Quick still had time for all of his fans, as he clearly meant to meet everyone in the crowd, rather than just a few. Finally, a group of mares in front of Withania left together and she found herself face to face with Quick Ring and no one behind her.

“Hellooooo!” she cooed unexpectedly, “Ahem, I mean… Hello! Lovely to meet you! I adored the show, could you sign my ticket please?” She held out her ticket for the show in one hoof, rather than placing it on the table, and did her best to stand in such a way that her face was evenly lit.

“Gladly, dear!” he said as one of his tentacles grabbed her ticket. He kept his eye on her for a few moments; something about her looked slightly off. He could tell there was something different about this mare, something unique, but he couldn’t tell what it was. In those few moments, he decided that he was very eager to find out. He brought his quill to the ticket. “For a very beautiful fan…” he said as he wrote the same on the mare’s ticket, “and what name should I put on it?“

“Ooooooh…” she mewed as the prehensile tongue brushed over her hoof. It was so quick and accurate! She wondered how strong those tentacles were… could he restrain her? Maybe even lift her weight with them? Stars, I want him to do a circus act on me… she thought.

“Ma’m?” he prompted. She realised she’d been staring slack-jawed at him for several seconds now.

“Oh! Withania! Withania Nightshade. What’s your name? Wait… I already know that… I mean, thank you mister Ring. I like your… uh… I’ve never seen a tatzlpony before tonight. You’re quite… unique…”

“Withania Nightshade…” he finished writing on the ticket. “And I thank you! It’s true, tatzlponies are not very common, and I am even more uncommon than most!” He gave her a smile. “And somehow, I have a feeling you’re also a rather… uncommon kind of mare.” His smile turned to a smirk. “Tell you what, now that the show is over, I will be heading to the local inn to stay the night.” He handed Withania her ticket back with one of his tentacles, and when she took it, made sure to gently run his tentacle along the underside of her neck as he retracted it. “Perhaps you would like to join me? And we can… discuss what makes each other so unique?”

“Oh!” she gasped. Despite her daydreaming, she hadn’t expected him to be quite this forward with her - but then the night was young, and here he was offering a more private audience! “How generous, I’d be delighted to uh… discuss… things. I’m sure you’ll be very good at explaining them… I think you’ll find me to be a uh… very good listener…“

Since he still had additional shows lined up in Ponyville, most of the stage and equipment was left standing, so in little time Quick Ring was ready to go. “Will you want to eat?” Withania asked, “I’m fine, but I wouldn’t want to impose if you’re hungry after your performance…”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue at all! I’ll just have a meal brought up to my room!” He wrapped a tentacle around Withania’s forehoof. “Now come along, dear, we have oh so much to… discuss.”

Some minutes later, the door to a bedroom at the inn opened up and Quick swaggered in. His walk was purposely exaggerated to give the mare trailing behind him a good view of what she could except, something he’d been doing all the way up the stairs and down the hall to the room. He ambled over to the bed and plopped down upon it before turning back to look at his companion for the night. “Well, come along, love,” he said as he posed provocatively on the mattress, beckoning with one of his tentacles. “What would you care to… discuss first, hmm?“

“Mmmm… I’m a sucker for a good ride, I think you can see that already…” said Withania, walking up to the end of the bed. “Your show put a lot of ideas in my head and I’m kinda embarrassed to say them all at once, but uh… let’s just say I’d love to see what kind of things you could do to a mare like me with those tentacle tongues of yours. And since I haven’t really told you anything about myself yet, well, you’re right I’m not a simple earth pony… I’ve got a much sweeter centre if you can reach it…”

Withania reached the end of the bed and leaned the top half of her body on the mattress, her eyes moving up and down Quick Ring’s body. She’d have to pace herself if she wanted to discover all his tricks…

“A sweeter centre, you say?” Quick said as his three tentacle tongues reached out to the mare. Two of them wrapped around her forelegs to drag her up onto the bed while the third gently caressed her cheek. “That is a bold claim,” he said has his tentacles that had been holding her forelegs began trailing further down her body, rubbing and caressing her as they went. “I’ve been with many mares in the past, and some of them have been very sweet…” He reached out using his hooves this time and pulled Withania tight against his own body.

“Well, judge for yourself…” she said, and she gave one of the tentacles around her a long lick, her tongue wet with a thin, sweet nectar. “I’m a plant-hybrid… and I can be quite dangerous in my own way… but despite my nature I just love a good squeeze. I’m a very hardy plant, so you don’t need to worry about breaking me.”

She snuggled against Quick, wriggling her body as his tentacles explored her body. She wasn’t quite sure where to start with a stallion whose mouth opened at three points, but she made her affections clear with a light kiss on his nose, stretching her neck slightly to reach as he held her firmly.

Quick’s eyes shot open as their tongue met. “You aren’t kidding!” His tentacle wrapped around Withania’s tongue, coiling up inside of and practically filling her mouth. “Mmm…” he murred in delight with eyes closed as he savoured her sweet nectar. “A plant-pony hybrid… fascinating!” He opened his eyes again and looked her in the face. “You’re going to be a fun one…” One of his tentacles wrapped tightly around her midsection and effortlessly lifted her into the air, bringing her crotch near his face. “I wonder… are you just as sweet down below?” he asked as his third tentacle pulled her leg aside and the tentacle filling her mouth retreated and began making its way down towards her own special flower. “You certainly look it!” He exclaimed as he saw a thin but viscous golden fluid leaking from her nethers.

“Oooomfff!” exclaimed the green mare as a kiss turned into a much larger mouthful. She had a feeling this wasn’t the last time her mouth was going to get filled tonight… but no sooner had she considered this than Quick had hoisted her up into the air! “Wooah, you’re strong! Ahhm, I think you’ll find it’s even better from the uhh… from the tap, so to speak!“

She cocked her leg slightly, giving easier access to her slit. She couldn’t see what was going on from up in the air, but she didn’t have long to wait before the creeping tentacle moving down her body found her slicked folds and gently parted them, before threading deep into her passage. Withania relaxed in his grip, letting him support her and taste her more potent fluids.

“Mmm, delectable!” Quick said has his tentacle plundered her depths. As the appendage bumped against the entrance to her womb, the tentacle wrapped around her leg unwound itself and moved down past her cunt to her other hole. It gently prodded at her anus for a moment before slipping itself inside. He let out another hum of delight. “Goodness, even here you taste divine!” He brought Withania’s crotch right up to his mouth. “I hope you meant what you said about not needing to worry about breaking you, because I am going to tastes every single inch of you I can reach.” With that, he opened his trifurcated mouth wide and clamped down on her nethers, giving his tentacles immediate access to her holes. The one in her vagina pulled back and rammed forward, punching past her cervix into her womb where it began curling up and writhing about. The one in her ass, meanwhile, began moving deeper, and deeper, and deeper, searching for the source of her sweet nectar.

Withania gasped and quivered as Quick Ring toyed with her like a child with an icecream. He quickly discovered that her asshole lead into a much wider and simpler digestive tract than the normal maze, and with very little effort his tentacle twisted through the knot of fleshy tubing and poked into the base of her stomach. This was the sweet centre he was looking for! Her belly was full of the sweet nectar, watery and easy for his tongue to lap up.

She sighed with pleasure as she felt his tentacles fill up her abdomen, one stretching her ass wide for her ‘regular’ blend whilst the other was stuffed into her womb for the richer reserves. Under this kind of attention, her vaginal walls quickly seeped with more of the golden juices, which slid and dripped off of her folds and down Quick’s chin alike. She hadn’t expected him to be quite this ravenous, at this rate she wondered if he’d actually manage to suck her dry! But for the orgasm she could feel brewing in her nethers, it would be worth it. She sensed at this point she probably wasn’t leaving the room in one piece, but that was the biggest thrill - how long could she last?

Quick hummed in delight at the rich, sweet nectar leaking into his mouth, but it wasn’t enough for the ravenous tatzl. Quick craned his head up and positioned Withania vertically over him, then the tentacle wrapped around the plant mare’s midsection squeezed hard, digging into her gut. Quick was hoping to force more of her sweet nectar out of her and to his joy it worked, some nectar practically squirting out of her lower orifices around his tentacles to dribble down his throat. Finally he returned his tentacle to its regular tightness and removed his mouth from Withania’s nethers, though the tentacles both remained embedded inside of her. “How rude of me,” he said, “sampling your delectable juices without a care without giving you a chance to sample my own fluids…” He rolled onto his back to reveal his already fully erect cock. He was a good deal larger than the average pony, and his equipment was sized to match, towering above his body and already leaking clear precum. He moved Withania down within easy reach of his pillar of flesh. “Go on, have a taste!” he said as his tentacles continued to stimulate her.

Withania was already on edge from being stimulated in several places at the same time - and then being squeezed out like a juice box took her over the edge. Her orgasm was lost in her gasps the squirt of fluids Quick was wringing out of her, but she certainly felt it! As he relaxed and changed positions, Withania suddenly felt strangely empty. Not fully, since she was still stuffed with Quick’s tentacles, but she’d never been drained like this before, and the familiar sensation of her nectar reserves was noticeably absent.

Eager to find something else to fill the space and with eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss, she eagerly grasped Quick’s impressive shaft with her forehooves and licked her lips. She kept her tail in the air so he would have unimpeded access to her behind, and plunged her mouth down over his entire length. This was the time when one of Withania’s other perks was extremely useful - she didn’t need to breathe. Sealing her lips around the base of his cock, she undalated her throat muscles while sweeping her tongue around his shaft, massaging the full length at the same time. She could feel it twitch and grow a little further under the attention, bulging out her throat slightly.

Unlike the tatzl pony, she couldn’t speak with her mouthful - but she made up for it by making a low and long moan that vibrated through his cock, teasing it to its maximum size and steadily bringing his own arousal onto full-song. While she did this, her left hoof cupped and cradled his balls, gently caressing them in their sack, lifting them away from his crotch and then letting them down again - while her right hooftip found the point just under the base of his cock, behind the ballsack, and gently pressed and probed it, stimulating him from the very foundations of his stallionhood.

“Ngh! Goodness!” Quick grunted in surprise at the gusto with which she swallowed his dick. “I can see you’re, ah, no stranger to this!” The tentacle wrapped around her midsection extended slightly, the tip moving down towards her crotch, and began massaging her teats, rubbing them and even flicking at the nipples. Much to his delight, he found sweet nectar there as well, though hardly any came out. She was clearly quite drained. As he did so, he noticed something with his tentacle, or rather, a lack of something. Her chest wasn’t moving at all like a normal pony’s would. “Well well well…” Quick said quietly, “You don’t seem to be breathing at all! Another benefit of being part plant?” The side of his mouth curled up into an almost evil smirk. “We simply must make use of that!” he said, then slammed Withania forward, burying the entirety of his length down her throat in one fell swoop. The plant mare’s stomach now largely empty of nectar, the tentacle in her backside began retracting, slowly sliding its way out of her bowels, poking and prodding at her insides as it retreated. As soon as it was free it moved upfront to her head. Without warning, it wrapped around her neck, squeezing tight, tight enough that Quick could feel its tight grip around his own dick. “Never been able to try this before, been too afraid to break a mare before I’ve finished for the night!” With that, he started forcefully forcing Withania back and forth, facefucking her in the most literal sense, using her as nothing but a living fleshlight.

Withania squeaked as she was used liked this, not in protest, merely surprise. She’d been in rough-play before, with creatures quite capable of crushing her in an instant, but Quick was dexterous. The way he was able to effortlessly manipulate her body to thrust and press wherever he wished was beyond anything she expected. It was more of a trial for her to last this, but a guilty voice in her mind wanted to see what could happen to her if this went on. It was fairly obvious at this point that a pony like Quick Ring was more than capable, and probably experienced in devouring his partners, and whatever damage he inflicted on her would be erased once she regrew herself.

That being said, if Quick Ring wasn’t careful he might break her neck, which wouldn’t kill her, but certainly render her immobile. But she didn’t complain, she just wallowed in being skewered headfirst on this tatzle’s huge cock. She couldn’t bend her neck for the shaft stretching out, and for every thrust he made, pushing her down to his hilt, she felt his tip poking deep inside her chest. She found herself willing for him to burst, and refill her belly with a new liquid. She was plant in nature, and she needed watering.

Quick grunted in pleasure as he jerked himself off with his new toy. He could swear he could feel his dick passing all the way through her throat and entering he belly. He had to confirm it. The tentacles filling Withani’s womb violently retracted and plunged right back into her ass. There was no attempt made to stimulate her; the tentacle had only one goal, to reach her stomach. The appendage quickly ploughed through her insides and reached her midsection. He shoved Withania down into his crotch, hilting himself in her, and sure enough, his tentacle found the head of his cock, poking into her stomach. He held her there, the tentacle in her gut stimulating the head of his dick, and in addition to the Withania’s throat undulating around his cock aided by the tentacle wrapped around it, it was enough to send him over the edge. He shoved her even harder into his crotch as he began to fill her, his balls emptying directly into her stomach, restoring the liquid he had drained from her. His output was befitting his size, quickly filling her and even causing her midsection to bloat slightly before he finished. His tentacle loosened their grip on her as his orgasm died down; it had been a long time since a mare had given him an orgasm that intense, and while he was far from done, he found himself more physically drained than he was used to.

“Hooooo, oh my that was intense…” sighed Withania, as she pulled herself free of Quick’s cock and tentacles. She leaned back and felt the familiar motion of liquid inside her belly again, but this time satisfyingly overfull. She felt a deep sexual thrill knowing it was all cum that had been pumped into her, replacing her own fluids. Turning around, she straddled Quick’s lap with his cock behind her, and pressed her sloshing belly against his so they could both see the shape squash and deform with his seed inside.

“How very considerate of you to refill me after use,” Withania said, licking her lips, “But there’s also my other space to fill, so I hope you’ve still got some left!“

She lifted her hips back over the top of his half-mast and pressed its length against his lower belly with her lower lips, and started to rub up and down, coaxing it back up to strength again for a second round. Quick was visibly worn out, but his stallionhood didn’t care, and in no time at all was standing to the attention again. Smiling in anticipation, Withania let it lift up, and then slowly but steadily sank down on top of it, inch after inch slipping into the caress of her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she took in his length up to the medial ring, and then started to rock gently back and forth over him, working her hips while her belly bounced on top of his, the hot seed swirling about inside her.

Quick hummed contentedly. “Oh, I always have some left…” he replied as Withania bounced up and done on his cock. He wasn’t used to his after show toys still having so much energy in them after the first round and was content to sit back for a moment and let her do all the work. After a minute or so, though, his tentacles grew restless and sought her out again. One snuck under her bloated belly to rub at her teats as she bounced up and down on his rod, another moved to said belly and began caressing, poking, and squeezing at it, and the third went to her mouth, gently slipping between her lips, giving her something to suckle on. He quickly grew slightly annoyed that she hadn’t gone past his medial ring yet, so when she rose up again, he made sure to thrust upwards as she fell down, burying himself entirely in her snatch, the head of his cock punching through her cervix into her womb. He brought a hoof up to her head and pulled her down into a kiss, his trifurcated jaw wrapping around the tip of her muzzle.

As Withania was pushed onto the base of Quick’s cock with a slight bump, she felt as if she’d been skewered in place. The stallion’s thick shaft was buried almost half-way into her, and as he wrapped his muzzle around her head again she became lodged in place. She responded to this by switching her hip movements into a rocking motion, pressing and rubbing her inner walls against his meaty rod, settling even further until his balls were pressed against her folds.

Withania was ready to cum again, but she felt like there was nothing to give, having been squeezed dry already. She closed her eyes, nuzzling into Quick’s maw and sucking on his tentacles, whilst she clenched her pussy down on his cock, willing him to release and fill her back up.

Quick hummed in delight as Withania ground on his hips, massaging his cock. The tentacle at her midection continued massaging her cum bloated belly which sloshed about slightly as Quick gently thrust in and out of her. Desiring more, the tentacle in her mouth wrapped around her tongue before plunging deeper into her, shooting down her throat. It stopped briefly in her stomach, tasting his own seed, the flavor of which was enhanced by traces of sweet nectar beginning to refill her gut. But this wasn’t his final destination. He pushed his head forward, engulfing a bit more of Withania’s head as he urged his tentacle on. The tentacle entered her intestines jsut like before, but from the other side this time. Also like before, it quickly sped through and in no time at all, the mare’s rosebud opened and the tentacle emerged into the air on the other side of her. It wasted no time before going straight down were it wrapped once around Quick’s cock and started pulling back and forth, like someone trying to use a stick to start a fire, stimulating both Quick and Withania’s outer folds as well. He moaned around the head filling his mouth; he was close. He pulled out further than before then slammed back into her and with a glrk , her muzzle entered his throat. He pulled out and thrust back in hard, each time sending another inch or two of plant mare down his gullet. As his jaws reached her chest slammed home one last time and came, releasing his spunk directly into her womb.

Withania had been eaten before, and she’d experienced a tentacle all the way through her before - but she’d never experienced both at the same time. Quick’s tentacle was bulging out her throat, her stomach, and her abdomen while at the same time his gullet was beginning to clamp down over her shoulders, compressing her into the spongy but tight confines of his throat.

As she felt him hilt inside her, and the tip of his tongue connect from her anus to her folds, she was pushed over the edge and moaned out, her voice muffled inside his cavernous maw. As her orgasm broke, she was taken by surprise as his cock began to pump wave after wave of more cum into her sanctum. She was wedged in place, pressed in at both ends, filled inside and compressed outside, and all she could manage was to twitch in Quick’s powerful embrace, drunk on hormones and physical stimulation.

She felt like she was living in slow motion as the orgasm rocked her body, and she knew that when it eventually passed she would be well and truly exhausted. There was nothing left now but to surrender her used up body to the Tatzle to be fully consumed.

Quick’s hips kept twitching as he came, each twitch signalling another load of jizz being pumped into her and another inch of her shoved down his maw. Despite having cum once already, the large tatzl still had a good deal of stamina left, enough for her belly to noticeably bloat outwards further than it already was from the creamy filling her womb was receiving. The steady advance of his jaws paused as his trifurcated jaws reached that swelling gut, feeling it slowly expand. As his orgasm came to an end his head surged forward again, Withania’s thoroughly cum filled gut now filling out his cheeks. He slowly drew his head back, pulling her off of his dick along with it. As soon as he cunt was free, the tentacle tongue sticking out of her ass immediately curled around and plunged into her, filling newly vacated orifice, delighting in the taste of both of their fluids mixed together in her stretched cunny. With his meal thoroughly secured by his tentacle, he leaned back on the bed and lifted his mouth upwards, allowing gravity to help as he slowly tugged his partner down his throat. He wasn’t even swallowing so much as pulling her in by the tentacle impaling her. Her cum bloated gut quickly became a lump in his throat and her hips soon followed. The tentacle that had been wrapped around her midsection now caressed her hooves as they too vanished down his ravenous maw. He finally closed his mouth as the last of her vanished inside him, and a few more powerful swallows were all that was necessary to deposit her in his belly. “Goodness!” he said as he looked down at and caressed the sizeable lump in his gut. “You were some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time!” The tentacle impaling her withdrew from his meal, but remained down in his gut, gently caressing her. “It’s enough to almost make me regret devouring you!”

Withania felt like her body had turned to jelly. Stretched and squashed from all angles inside and out, she felt like a baker had kneaded her like doughnut batter, and then pumped her full of creamy filling. But despite her weariness, she felt nothing but content, and also gratitude that her body was capable of taking such treatment.

“Haaa… you’re… you’re welcome,” she moaned, pressing into the soft walls of his belly. “Just give me a few days to regrow and recover after all of this and you could do it all again!” She felt Quick Ring move in surprise as he heard her muffled words, and chuckled. “Yup, just make sure to replant me, and I’ll see you again…”

Her voice faltered as she started drifting off into an exhausted sleep, but by the way she subconsciously rubbed herself against the plush interior of Quick’s belly, her own satisfaction was evident to the tatzle.

“Fascinating… a mare that I can fuck and eat more than once…” Quick mumbled to himself and he massaged the ever softening lump in his gut that was Withania. “I appreciate the offer, love, but I never stay in a town for more than a day or two so I won’t be here to see you, ‘regrow’. I’ll certainly be coming back this way again some time, however, and I’ll be sure to seek you out when I do!” With that, he laid his head back on the bed and closed his eyes, content to let the steadily noisier gurgling of his belly lull him to sleep.

10. Floaty (F/m Navel Vore/Endo)

Author's Note

When Withania met Floaty, he caught her sporting quite a big belly. She quickly discovered that he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up tight in all that soft.

Contains belly hugging and navel vore. Probably better described as endosomophilia, as there is no digestion involved, the navel is treated essentially as hammer-space here. A gift for Floaty my Boaty because he's a total sweetheart and wanted to know what a commissioned story might look like.

10. Floaty (F/m Navel Vore/Endo)

“Withania? Hello? It’s Floaty - I hope I’m not too early?”

A light-brown earth pony wandered between the colourful aisles of Withania’s garden, looking for the gardener herself. It was cool and quiet, except for the rustle of leaves and the faint chirp of birds in the distance. To his left, the smooth glass panels of a large greenhouse rose up out for the greenery, framed by weathered metal flashing. Floaty tip-toed around to the front of the greenhouse, and pulled the sliding door open.

A wave of heat and humidity washed over him, instantly making his black mane feel heavier than before. The greenhouse bore a smell of exotic flowers and something sweeter, something more alluring. There were more aisles of trestle tables supporting racks and shelves of plants and saplings and hydroponics alike - but Floaty’s gaze was drawn instantly to the side of the room where a workbench bore the tools, books, and paraphernalia of a botanist. Sitting on the floor with her back against the workbench was a green mare with a terracotta mane - and an enormous belly sagging between her spread hind legs. Several large bottles were scattered around her, glistening with a golden substance that filled the air with that lurid sweet scent.

Hearing the door open, Withania glanced up, looking like a teenager caught, her hooves quickly moving off of her curvaceous belly down to her sides - not that it was actually possible to hide her current disposition.

“Oh! Uh… Hi Floaty, I uh, didn’t hear the back gate…”

“Umm, sorry to barge in - is this a bad time?”

“Of course not! I mean, well… I had this nectar from some guests saved up, and I kinda wondered what would happen if I just drank it all, right? And well, y’know, a girl’s gotta store it somewhere, right?” Withania explained, wrapping her forelegs around the huge beach ball of her midriff and squeezing it gently. Truth be told, she had entirely forgotten that Floaty had an appointment to see her about legitimate business and she was mortified that she had picked this afternoon of all times to suddenly get kinky with her less legitimate business. However, as she caught eyes with Floaty she could see a blush on his cheeks - or at least where his long fringe didn’t cover his face - and she saw the unmistakable gaze of a pony who liked what they were seeing.

“Do you want to come and see?” she asked, her voice suddenly switching from flustered to seductive. Floaty didn’t answer, but found his legs shuffling across the flagstones toward the big round mare of their own accord.

As he arrived, he was able to better see the full extent of her size. Her weight was slowly distributing across her body, but was mostly located around her middle, with her chest giving way to an invitingly soft-looking belly that curved up and over, down to a tuck at her midriff where her belly button was concealed within. The mountainous tummy continued back out and over her spread thighs, practically pinning her in place. She held out one hoof, and as Floaty took it, she pulled him closer, and placed his hoof on her curves, inviting him to explore by touch as well as by eye.

His hoof indented into her plush body as if she were stuffed full of cookie dough, firm, but malleable. Without further hesitation, Floaty moved in front of her to get both his forehooves into use, feeling out her circumference to its fullest. His hooves moved outwards, around to her flanks, until he was leaning into her with his face resting on the crest of that glorious mound. She didn’t breathe, but as Floaty pressed his cheek and ear into her soft mass, he could hear spongy noise from inside her, as her body soaked up all the liquid she’d consumed and seemed to be turning it into more soft pounds by the second. He gave a gentle squeeze, and was almost startled by the feel of Withania wrapping her own forelegs around his back to pull him in closer.

Floaty’s entire chest and forelegs were pressed into Withania’s enormous belly now, sensing every slight movement and noise from inside her, sighing at the unique comfort that no pillow nor mattress could possibly match up to. He gently lifted a little, testing her weight. He couldn’t possibly move her, but the sensation of her wonderful tummy settling again in his grasp was relaxing, the slight coo from the mare soothing to his mind as well as his body. He slowly moved down her belly, rubbing against the smooth fuzz that covered it like the skin of a peach, letting it dominate his vision and his entire world until he reached her navel. Here, a triangular inset concealed her center, a smooth and inviting divot that he couldn’t help but push his muzzle into until he felt the soft plush wall of flesh up against his entire face.

Withania had been watching him silently, letting the smaller pony wander and explore her body at will. It was exciting, flattering, calming to feel him hug and press himself against her. He seemed to have no other objective than simply to maximise the contact between them, to have as much of his little self pressed up against her larger self as he could, and that spoke to her.

Floaty nuzzled into her belly, finding no limit to how deep it seemed to go, before suddenly wondering if he was going too far. He stopped for a moment as if he were going to back out again, but before he could even consider that, Withania’s hoof descended down to the back of his head and firmly pushed him deeper inside!

“Don’t be shy now, I think there’s definitely room for you in there,” she cooed.

No sooner had she absently shoved his head into her navel, Withania suddenly moved her hooves away again, thinking she’d gone too far. She expected him to recoil and fall back, yet he didn’t. In fact, his hind hooves braced against her thighs and he gave himself a good push further into the soft expanse surrounding him.

“Oh my, you like this huh? This tum’s my place, but you can come in too… if you’d like… Let’s see if I can help a little!”

Biting her lip slightly, Withania’s hooves crept up behind her guest again, finding purchase behind his shoulders and assisted his body into her own. Quite where he was going she wasn’t sure, but her belly felt like a heavy and infinitely soft balloon that she was pressing around his form. His gentle struggles kneaded and massaged areas she didn’t even know existed, let alone could reach. She needed more of this - she needed to absorb every part of him that she could. Scooting her well-padded, and still expanding rump forward a little, she leaned back and lifted Floaty’s flanks up. Like a sugar cube sinking into frothy cappuccino, Floaty slipped deeper into her belly, his weight moving into her centre of gravity, his freedom surrendering to her.

Inside, Floaty found himself enclosed in her smooth and soft mass. It felt like forcing himself into the centre of a stretchy bean bag, except the hollow space seemed to form around him, almost pulling him in instead of trying to push him back out. The weight of the top-half of Withania’s belly settled over him like a warm marshmallow, holding him firmly in place up to his hips while his upper body curled up inside her. It was surprisingly cool, almost refreshing, as if her belly was the cold side of a pillow that didn’t heat up within moments of being turned over. And then with a lurch, Floaty felt a surge of motion as Withania laboriously stood up.

“Hoooo, here we go!” she grunted, “Let’s take this ride for a spin together, shall we?”

The feeling of Floaty’s modest weight slipping into her middle was enticing Withania to explore these new sensations further. With some difficulty, she hauled herself up off of the ground with her forelegs braced on the workbench behind her until she was standing up on her hind legs. She couldn’t drop to all fours in her present state for fear of dislodging her passenger, but from this vantage point, her belly sagged gloriously out in front of her, complete with the twitching flanks and tail of Floaty. Feeling out her balance, she stepped forward from the workbench to the next table in the middle aisles of the greenhouse. Her belly swayed with her movement, Floaty swaying inside with her, a heavy mass of inertia that carried her almost off-balance, but she pirouetted around on one hoof and caught herself against the table again.

Floaty felt weightless, suspended in his soft prison as it moved around with him inside, jiggling as Withania stepped from one hoof to the other. It felt like being inside an exercise ball, being part of the ball, only the ball was Withania’s wonderfully soft and cozy belly, and she was keeping him safely tucked away inside to knead all her excess water weight into soft and fluffy pudge. He wanted to go deeper, but his hind legs peddled empty air, finding no purchase to push himself all the way in. The deep ambience inside her was smothering him in tranquility, the outside world far away through a thick layer of navel that wanted to hold onto him.

Withania wanted nothing more than to assist his goal, but she couldn’t reach around her middle anymore. Looking around for inspiration, she spotted the sliding glass doors. She could make it. Pushing off from the trestle tables with a creak of protest, she waddled across the greenhouse on her hind legs, feeling tall and commanding in height. She had to lean back to offset her immense centre of gravity, but she quickly built up a rhythm, taking steps in time with the swaying of her huge tum like a waltz with Floaty as her dance partner. Hooves outstretched, she reached the greenhouse doors, and with a lustful lick of her lips, she pressed her belly up against the cool glass. Or rather, she pressed Floaty’s rump against the glass. With her weight applied in full, the little pony was easily pressed deeper into the mallowy wrap of her navel.

“It must be so soft in there, I can feel you pressing into me, like a little hug that I can carry around, it’s lovely…”

Floaty gratefully curled himself up as he felt his flanks pushed inside, his occupancy now complete. Withania’s belly was all around him, the weight pressing in from all sides not forcefully, but enough to form around his shape, as if he were packaged up for delicate storage inside her. He didn’t know where she was in the room anymore, what direction she was facing, or even if he was the right way up. The gentle compression on all sides rendered him helpless in total and absolute comfort. Her sways and turns pressed into him on this side and that like a gentle massage, while his own body did the same to her. A unique cooperative effort in bonding that was equally rewarding for them both.

Withania stepped back from the door to admire her handiwork. In the reflection she could see her gloriously enlarged body on full display, reared up like a bipedal, belly out for the world to see, and the neatest little hooves of her newest guest just sticking out from her belly button like a plug. She blushed at the thought of being seen like this. Big, large and in charge, all on-lookers being able to see that she had someone curled up in that huge belly, secure and safe inside.

She walked back over to her work bench with an exaggerated stride, turning left and right, swishing her tail behind her as she went. As devious as it was to keep Floaty’s little hooves on show, she couldn’t resist finish the job entirely. She wrapped her forelegs around her enormous belly on both sides and lifted as best she could. When she let go, a jiggle rippled up and down her with the most intimate shudder of delight, and with a soft bloop, she felt her belly button settle and the last traces of Floaty slipped into her interior abyss.

Floaty was locked inside her now until she saw fit to release him, and he couldn’t be happier. There was no safer place for him to be, wrapped up deep inside a beautiful mare where he would never come to harm. The gentle noises of her body serenaded him, as did her little coos of pleasure, and the occasional poke of her hooves exploring the firm bulge of his body under her layers of padding. He could not have dreamed of a better afternoon, never having believed that he could get as lucky as this with the gardener mare.

“Well Floaty,” she said, leaning back against the bench and rubbing her curves all over, “I hope you had nowhere else to be today, because you’re much too comfortable for me to give up. In fact, I might just clear my schedule for tomorrow as well, and keep you tucked away in there for the rest of the weekend. What do you say?”

Floaty wriggled in response. A wordless answer, but one that Withania understood without hesitation. A good host could always sense the comfort of their guests, and Floaty was now staying in the best room she had to offer.

11. Oreo-eevee (Balloon-eevee, balloon TF non-vore snuggles)

Author's Note

When Withania met Oreo the ballooavee, she was so smitten that she ended up turning into a balloon mare herself!

Contains consensual hugging and smooching and balloon TF. Non-vore, this was something super light and fluffy I wrote for Oreo because I loved their new picture so much!

11. Oreo-eevee (Balloon-eevee, balloon TF non-vore snuggles)

Withania reversed herself through the delivery entrance of the clubhouse, pulling a small cart of refreshments. From outside, cheers and shouts of a sports game could be heard, and Withania had volunteered to deliver refreshments for the players once the match was over. She was so engrossed in fitting the cart through the doorway that she barely noticed as she bumped into someone behind her.

“Eeep!” a voice squeaked, “Oh, hello!”

She jumped around in surprise, the cart handle clattering to the floor. In front of her was a very curvy eevee, looking just a little bashful where Withania had bumped into them. They had a smooth look about them - which upon closer inspection Withania realised was latex, a living balloon body filled taut with air.

“Excuse me!” said Withania in surprise, “Ah, you’re err, the uh,”

“Cheerleader! You can call me Oreo!” The balloonavee beamed down at her, standing several inches taller. They were looking a little flushed, paws fidgeting with the red jersey adorning their chest. The jersey was doing its best, but Oreo’s belly was peaking out triumphantly from underneath, with an oddly inviting smooth sheen that caught Withania’s eye. “I did ask for the biggest one they had, but I can’t get it to fit!”

“But you’re adorable!” exclaimed Withania, quite unintentionally. She immediately blushed and fiddled with the refreshment cart, feeling as though she had been inappropriate. Oreo however positively beamed at her, somehow seeming to inflate just a little bit more and making their round tum creak out even further from under the red team jersey.

“You really think so?” they said, letting go of the garment, “I just want to do my best to make everyone happy out there at half time, and I know everyone loves balloons, but it’s always embarrassing to be out there on your own!”

Withania gazed up at Oreo, her heart absolutely melting with how cute they were, and without any hesitation she flung her arms around the balloonavee as best she could, feeling the soft and smooth latex squish a little in her grasp, squeaking both from her attention and Oreo’s reaction. She had intended to try and lift them, but strangely for what seemed to be a living balloon, Oreo was much too heavy for her. On the plus side, it meant she didn’t push them over either.

“You’re so squishy it’s wonderful!” she said, her voice muffled by speaking into the jersey, “I wish I could hug all of you at once!”

“Eeeep!” squeaked Oreo, “I mean, thank you! Here, if you want the full experience then let me help!” The large eevee leaned down and lifted Withania clean off the ground, wrapping a big pair of pudgy balloon arms around them for a big hug that squashed Withania deep into the red jersey. They gave an exaggerated grunt of exertion as if it were a great deal of effort, but really it was very easy.

“Mmmpf!” muttered Withania, lifting her head clear of the fluffy collar of fur around Oreo’s neck with a squeak, “Does it feel good when people hug you? It’s not uncomfortable with me squashing into you is it?”

“Not at all! Hugs are my favourite thing in the world, both giving and receiving them! Especially when it’s a hug with a little cutie like you!”

“Whaaat? You think I’m cute? You’re a big huggable balloon!”

She marvelled at Oreo’s shape and larger-than-life size, the way every slight movement they made created little squeaks and creaks, their big air-filled tail waving gently behind them and bouncing off of everything around them.

“You’re very cute. And you know what my second most favourite thing in the world is?”

Withania shook her head, making Oreo’s smooth body squeak again. They hiked her up a little further so their noses were just an inch apart.

“Smooches,” Oreo whispered, and gave Withania a little peck on the lips. Withania’s eyes lit up with stars, and she quickly returned the kiss, feeling the delightful press of Oreo’s mouth against her own. “Say, do you want to come out with me at half-time? I could use a cutie like you to help me cheer everyone on…”

“Really? But I don’t have a jersey or anything, I’ll look out of place…”

She gently moved back and forth around Oreo’s mouth, laying little pecks and kisses everywhere she could reach, enjoying the little extra squeezes she received in response to each one.

“I think I can help with that. If it’s okay with you?”

Withania nodded, biting her lower lip slightly and giving Oreo a good squeeze, still trying to reach around their entire body with all four limbs.

Oreo leaned in and pressed their lips to hers for another little kiss, but this time didn’t pull back. Withania pressed herself into the soft latex body enveloping her, and cleared her nose as she felt her mouth seemingly stick to Oreo. The kiss was soft and comforting as it was - and then Oreo gently began to exhale into Withania.

She felt her lungs inhaling involuntarily, her eyes opening in surprise. It felt strange, as if she had lost control of her diaphragm, not unpleasant, just strange. Her breath filled up, but just as she expected the sensation to stop as her chest was full, Oreo kept going. As if her lungs had unlimited capacity, she continued to fill up. It felt like her chest was expanding, filling out her entire body. She felt light headed, and light bodied, as if everything inside her was evaporating into air.

Oreo squeaked around her, gently pressing air into the green mare, nuzzling her adorably confused little snout reassuringly. They seemed to have no limit of air to give, if anything filling out a little more themselves.

Withania felt as light as a feather, her limbs seeming to stick out a little as they too, filled with empty air. Her tail stuck out behind her as it took on a solid shape, and a slick sheen of latex began to spread across her fuzzy coat. She closed her eyes and blushed in pleasure as the sensation crept up her body and around her neck, while her wild and bushy terracotta mane expanded a little and took on the same solid form as her tail.

Oreo paused and pulled back slightly, lowering Withania to the ground again.

“Is this okay?” they asked, “Feeling alright?”

“Eeee,” squeaked Withania, “Eeet’s fine, eet’s lovely, don’t stop!”

The eevee beamed at her and smooched her flushed face again, once again connecting lips and breathing a seemingly unlimited volume of air into her. The shiny latex continued onwards, wrapping around her hind legs and replacing hard hooves with soft squishy ones, and then finally, it crept up over her rose-cheeked face, locking her blush in place as a perfect silkscreen under her bright animated eyes.

Pulling out again, Oreo admired their handiwork. Withania was now a soft and squeaky balloon just like them. She looked a little dazed as if she were drunk, but incredibly happy, gently waving her arms with limited movement.

“Oooh, I can’t move much, but I feel so light and… floaty! C-can I be more round? Like you?”

“Oh, absolutely!” chuckled Oreo, “In fact, I think I know just what to do - although you might not have as much movement as I do, that takes lots of practise!”

Oreo stood up straight and touched their nose with one paw with a little boop noise, before lifting Withania up with the lightest of touches, given that she now seemed so weightless. He gave the balloonified mare another smooch, inflating her even further with that seemingly endless stream of air.

This time, with her body already full, she began to stretch and fill out around her hips, belly, and chest, the proportions of her body shifting into a curvy and extremely huggable shape that began to equal Oreo’s own round body. What’s more, she began to float in mid air, getting lighter and lighter until she started rising up of her own accord, her round flanks lifting above Oreo while they held her head down for these special smooches.

Satisfied with their handiwork, Oreo gave her one last affectionate peck and was finished. They picked up a length of string from a nearby supply cupboard and tied it around the slightly narrowed section between her chest and rounded tum, and looped the other end around their wrist.

“Now you’re the lightest and roundest balloon mare!” said Oreo, beaming up at her, “How do you feel, my little cutie?”

“Aaaaah it’s lovely, eeep!” she squeaked, waving gently and blushing as deeply as her copper coloured mane. “Am I really going to be in your co-cheerleader?”

“Of course! It’s time to head out now! Keep waving and enjoying yourself and we’ll make everyone happy!”

The balloonavee waddled out toward the main entrance that lead onto the playing field, green balloon mare in tow. Outside, Withania felt the wind pick her up, lighter than air, and with a gentle tug of her tether to Oreo, she floated out onto the field. The crowd all let out a collective aaaah of delight as too of the most adorable mascots they’d ever seen came out to cheer the players on.

3. Xodi & Xoe (F/m/m, F/f, Sex, SV, SD)

Author's Note

When Withania met Xodi and his sister Xoe, she had the opportunity to practise her predatory side with all the trimmings!

Contains Oral soft vore, Sex, soft digestion, more vore, and then more vore. Co-written by Xoe (as both Xodi and Xoe).

I think you guys know me for being fairly submissive- but I'll have you know I've been practising the ol' kitchen eyes!

3. Xodi & Xoe (F/m/m, F/f, Sex, SV, SD)

Xodi was out in the park, sighing happily as he rested on a bench drinking soda in the afternoon sun.

"Excuse me," says a fern-green earth pony with a terracotta mane, suddenly crouching around the legs of the bench, "I need this weed growing here, it's perfect for wiping out an ivy that's taken over someone's thatch roof."

Withania carefully pulled up a common horsetail weed, bumping Xodi in the process.

"Opps, sorry - mister, uh..."

"O-Oh, n-not problem..." He blushed and eyed the mare - he couldn’t help but just be mesmerized by her. She seemed so beautiful to him! "D-Do you need me to move?" he said in shy tones.

Withania notices how flustered the other pony seems to be by merely her proximity, and can't help but give a sly smile.

"You seem to be handling the situation just fine... What soda have you got there? I don't suppose you have enough to share, do you?"

He sees the sly smile, and can't help but return it. "Yeah, I have enough, it's just some grape soda. Here-" He handed her the rather large soda bottle watching keenly.

Withania accepts the bottle and takes a long drink, careful to show off her neck as she gulps down the refreshing pop.

"Thanks... so are you waiting for someone, or out here on your own?" she asks.

"Heh... I was just relaxing... gotta say, it's as if you can read my mind, Miss..."

"Withania... Withania Nightshade. I'm not a mind reader... but there are certain ways of finding out what people are interested in... if you know what I mean, uh- sorry what was your name?"

"Xodi... j-just Xodi... " He smiled, and batted his ear in delight of the clear teasing...

"Xodi," repeated Withania, "Very cute... I've been rushing around all morning and wouldn't mind doing some relaxing myself... and you were kind enough to share your soda with me..."

"A-Are you interested in getting a meal together, then? I can get some food set up for us back at my place?"

The two ponies smiled to themselves at exactly the same time, suspected each other of looking for the same pleasures - there was a certain thrill in picking up some harmless fun...

"That sounds wonderful... I've got what I needed here - why don't you lead the way?"

He quickly got up and started down the path toward town, happily leading his new friend to his apartment. All the while, a light purr of sorts could be heard from him, happy to place his trust in Withania. The mare could guess where he wanted this to go, and she was egging him on, but she wasn't quite sure what role he planned on playing just yet.

Still, he seemed impressionable - why not flatter him and see where things went?

Once they get there, Xodi smiled and opened the door. In the kitchen a mare was cooking some food. Judging by her face and colours it was clear that she was most likely Xodi's sister, and her build implied that she was a rather big eater too. Upon seeing Withania, she smiled and chuckles, as if planning something, before collecting up her food and rushing off.

Withania caught eyes with the strange mare as she swiftly exited, but wasn't put off. It was a lot easier when both parties seemed to know what was going on - it saved on misunderstandings.

"Nice place..." she remarked, "Can I help with the food or do you prefer to show how it's done?"

"Allow me, Withania, you should be able to rest!"

Xodi starts cooking up some potatoes, some carrots, some beets, garlic and onions, a very simple stew, no doubt. He seems to be very confident in just making sure it's a great dish. Meanwhile, Xoe returned and smirked at Withania, as she brings in a stallion. The stranger is dead set on the unicorn's lovely rump, before he's given some of the food that she prepared earlier. What is she up to now? thought Xodi, watching warily.

"Oh Hi there, I'm Withania," said the green mare automatically. She felt like a third-wheel, judging by the stallion's behaviour, but she sensed that the Xodi's sister was doing this on purpose. She arranged herself comfortably, playing it cool. It seemed that she was more informed than the love-struck stallion probably was about what might be about to happen.

"Xoe, what are you doing?" Xodi says as he finished up the stew.

"Calm down, bro, I'm just hooking up with a new friend, like you!" Xoe giggles.

Xodi merely rolled his eyes, knowing that Xoe didn’t have the stallion around for his charming personality, and pours a bowl of the cooled down stew for Withania. But before he can get Withania's bowl to the table, Xoe stuck her hoof out and tripped him, causing the stew to go all over her new coltfriend.

The stallion groaned and spluttered stew out of his face, while Xoe just chuckled all the more, waiting for a reaction. Withania quickly stooped to pick up Xodi - who she suspects is used to having to deal with this sort of behaviour - and then assessed the stallion.

"Gosh you're covered," she said, "Xoe, the ladle is easier for doing this. But at least he smells delicious now... Are you going to clean him up? Xodi and I were about to eat."

"Depends..." She held him still, pretending to clean him off. "Did you want to?"

She grinned as she said this, causing a huge blush out of Xodi, who eyed Withania, then the stallion... then WIthania's tummy.

Meanwhile, Withania wasn't hugely impressed with Xoe's lack of manners. But I'm here for fun, she thought, What do I care?

She walked over with a bob in her hips and gave Xoe's nameless toy a lick.

"Xodi's certainly a good cook. I was thinking of saving room for him though..." She looked back at Xodi and said: "What do you think? Were you looking to fatten me up to eat or be eaten by? Your sister might just be doing you a favour here..."

He stammers at the idea of eating her, clearly not having been looking at her that way at all. "O-Oh heavens no, to eating you, hun... sorry, but please do eat him up, I love pampering a full cutie... maybe even more if you want!"

He smirks and nuzzles up to her like a cat, as he playfully rubs her tummy. "I bet you'd love the attention too..."

"Mmmm... you got it kid," she said, her lust building quickly as she looked down at her new friend savouring her stocky body. She looked back to the boy-toy. "Well Chuck, look at it this way- if it wasn't me it probably would've been her. Try and enjoy it!"

She gently nudged Xoe to one side to take control and faced her meal head on, her eyes half-closed, tongue licking her lips. She was still relatively new to this, but the smell and the pressure of not one by two spectators gave her confidence. She opened her mouth wide, and saw her prey's eyes shrink in alarm as the last thing he saw - her dripping maw - plunged over his head.

The freshly spilled stew brought out the flavours perfectly, and she had no trouble in working her mouth down his shoulders and down to the waist, moaning in satisfaction.

Although not huge, the stallion was the largest meal she'd ever attempted, and she wasn't going to manage him in one go. With her throat and chest bulging out obscenely, she leaned back to sit on her rump, and put her hooves around her prey's cutie marks pausing to take a break.

Xodi groans in delight, as he watches this, getting down on the floor to be her little back rest and masseuse, as Xoe helps push her friend's meal in, giggling away at the victim’s yelp.

"Geez, Withi... you're such a hot pred..." lusted Xodi, holding her close with devotion.

Withania flushed with both the strain of a grown stallion going down and Xodi's enthusiastic attention to her. Snapping her jaws playfully at Xoe's hoof as she pressed the last of the seasoned stallion down she gulped several times to get him firmly on his way down to her belly. His torso was already curling up into a space too small to comfortably sit, and she sighed loudly as she felt his legs slip down her rib cage to follow. Xodi was quickly at work pressing and prodding the meal into place with what felt like a practised motion.

"Thanks Xodi," she said between breaths, "I hope you like a mare with hips, because there's only one place he's going next..."

She glanced up at Xoe to try and gauge a reaction to her performance. The bigger mare was clearly an eater, but Withania was having trouble figuring out why she'd just given away her boy toy like this.

"Something wrong, Withania?" the mare asks, happily cocking her head, and then giggling, "Ooooh, why did I give up my meal? Well... honestly, we have enough food for me to get full tonight, and even then, I can always get another cutie in my bed, then my tummy... plus, I love seeing my bro happy, and it seems you two are very much happy now!" She patted Withania's tummy happily, as she helped them both up.

"Huh, well thank you very much then! Speaking of your little brother, I think he can do a much better job of working down my meal with better... body contact!"

She quickly butted Xodi in the side so he fell onto his haunches, and followed up by stepping over him and placing her huge lumpy belly on top of his chest.

"You are a cute helper, Xodi, let's see what else you can do to please me..."

It's at that point, Withania, manages to get him to come clean about just how much he likes her - not through words, but rather his rod, which throbs happily against her full, moaning gut.

"G-Gosh, you really are all that I wanted…”

He started moaning happily, as he rubbed over her belly with pure glee and pride. His rod was set to give her the ride she was clearly looking for.

"Well, that'll certainly work," whispers Withania, looking down at him.

She shifted her hefty weight up slightly - nearly smothering him with her sagging and gurgling belly - and gently found her seat on his crotch, her nethers slick and ready as his mast parted her folds. The forgotten stallion softening up inside her vaguely pushes outwards in a last attempt for attention, but was quickly squashed back by Xodi's deft hooves, accompanied with a cute moan as he felt Withania's passage greedily envelop his length.

"Work with me now, Xodi, I want this food on my cutie marks, and if you cum first you'll be joining him..." she teased. "Oh, do you mind that, Xoe?" she suddenly said over her shoulder.

"Hey, he'll come back, right?" she said, a look of concern on her face. "Cuz if he doesn't come back, I'm gonna be pissed!”

Xodi gulped, but nodded confidently at the challenge.

"Oh I have just the thing to fix that awkward little side effect, don't worry. I'm going to wait until I need to use it though... Right Xodi show me what you've got. We can swap positions if you want?" Before she’d even finished speaking the young stallion under her had started thrusting with gusto.

"And miss out on feeling this chump gurgle up over me? No way, Withi!" He grinned and continued pumping, and even licking her tummy to tease both the ponies on top.

Withania coos with pleasure now that her friend has gotten into his stride. Her mind lazes over the feeling of his shaft moving in and out, dividing her passage and then letting it settle, working the knots in her thighs out from the inside. The rhythmic motion on her belly dramatically accelerates her stomach's work, and the last lumps smooth over into a sludge ball that squashes and deforms as she rides up and down over her partner's chest.

"That's it... that's amazing, you're a good boy, Xodi..."

"H-Hehehe, good to hear, my lovely..." he huffed in response.

Xoe can't help but drool at the sight of the two as they go at it like animals. Her tummy growls a bit.

The mass of Withania's belly starts to shift downwards, the liquid soup of pony and stew passing into her abdomen and beginning to pad out her hips.

"Yeeeesss," she sighed, her passion switching onto a steady rise to climax, "This is my favourite part..."

She was paying little attention to either of the siblings at this point, wallowing in pleasure as her rump expanded invitingly into a deliciously padded posterior compared to her normal stocky work hips.

Xoe took the rest of the stew her brother had cooked up and retreated, deciding to leave the pair to their finale in peace. Xodi meanwhile starts going in even harder, looking close, but also very able to hold it in, as he proceeds with giving her the time of a lifetime.

"O-ooooooh, fuck yes... hope you're ready for the flood, sweetie!"

The shift of padding from her belly to her hips completely changed Withania's experience, her passage became tighter and softer, her rump squishing wonderfully on Xodi's pelvis as he inhaled in-out-in, desperately trying to keep his cool. Withania's lust built up to its height, ready to crash down at a moment's notice as she directed her partner's hooves to press into her plush hips. She looked down at him triumphantly.

"Ready when you are Xodi- push my button, or your own..."

He groaned and rubbed her booty with both huge lust and love.

"Ooooh, yes... we'll have to keep adding to this, hun..." He gropes dat ass as he starts looking like he's going to burst at any moment.

As he spoke she felt his pent up length inside of her jump, and pulse with generous dollops of his seed. She responded gleefully by clamping down for all she was worth, holding both his shaft and its payload inside while he rode out his high.

"Oooh I hoped you'd say that, I knew exactly where I wanted you as soon as I saw you on the bench," she said.

She slipped back so that her weight was on his legs and she could pull him upright into a sitting position - then with his rod still half inside her, she opened wide for the second time and enveloped his cute little head, feeling her damn break as she did so. He let loose his flood right away, moaning happily as he slowly started to work his way into her rippling gullet.

Xoe hears the tell tale gulp, and gets up from the other room, her mind made up.

Eyes closed and moaning with pleasure, Withania works down Xodi's smaller frame, eagerly tasting his slicked stallion hood as she leans back to gulp him down. Two in an afternoon, with one of them being an adorable gentle colt who patiently gave her everything - what a lucky break!

She slurped Xodi's hind hooves into her gullet and lay on her back to let him settle, just in time to see Xoe reappear.

"Ahehehe, Hi Xoe..." she said with a sheepish grin.

"Heya..." she replied happily, as she rubbed Withania's belly seductively, "You look wonderful."

"Hoo, I feel wonderful. Your brother was wonderful - I hope he's having a good time in there, he's gonna like being on my hips for the night I think. If you check my bag there, there's a purple vial - just pour that down my throat and it'll straight all of this out in about twelve hours.

"That include me as well, by the way..." she added, spotting the familiar glint in Xoe's eyes.

"...I swear, it's as if you can read my mind," said the unicorn, her smile widening.

She immediately leaned in for a long kiss, before spreading her lips wide and gobbling up the plumb green mare.

Withania giggled to herself as her turn came around. The fleshy padding of Xoe's tongue and cheeks pressed into her face and the unicorn demonstrated surprising strength in manoeuvring a very well-fed Withania into her arms, fully under control for her final ride.

Withania's head and chest slid into the wet and pulsing gullet with relative ease, and she sighed with pleasure, feeling the chubby mare's lips gulp down her forelegs until reaching her gut and hips. She wondered for a moment if Xoe would struggle here - but the sister was clearly no stranger to this, and she wrapped a powerful pair of forelegs around Withania and squeezed her in, compressing her belly and plush hips into her mouth.

Xoe almost effortlessly downed the mare, giggling as her tummy swelled up before her, and she returns to the couch to cuddle her friends. Inside, the pre-fattened earth pony curls up around her own lumpy belly, pressed in from all sides by her plump new host's tummy.

"That... that was pretty good," she said, feeling Xoe's body setting into work on her as Xodi began to soften in his own space, "We should do this again sometime..."

Xoe fumbled open the strap of Withania’s discarded bag and pulled out the vial she’d mentioned earlier. She shrugged and gulped down the contents as she’d been directed to. Then with a final contented sigh she closed her eyes to enjoy her mammoth belly.