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.