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!