Lost & Found 2

Withania sat across the table from a handsome stallion in the Hidden Appetite Bar. It was hardly the most romantic venue for a date, but considering the kind of evening those who frequented this venue were looking for, it hardly mattered. Her date for the night seemed nice enough, and Withania had been in a subby mood after building a reputation for more of a predator as of late. The stallion seemed to be playing it cool, paying more attention to the room than to her, or perhaps he was simply eager to see how the other regulars would react to seeing him having a meal with Withania - and asserting himself in a way that was likely to end with her getting digested in one way or another.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have guessed wrong on this account. The stallion excused himself to use the bathroom, and Withania smiled and picked up the food menu to peruse. She hadn't actually eaten here before, only drank. Come to think of it, she wasn't even sure what she'd like to eat. Her plant-body had little use for traditional food, and knowing that she would likely end up in her date's belly by the end of the night, she didn't fancy paying for her food either. It was after she'd read the menu on both sides that she suddenly glanced up and realised that the handsome stallion had not returned.

She looked around the room, there were a few ponies at the bar, a few occupying the booths, the usual crowd. Maybe he was in the bathroom still. Withania caught eyes with Trig, the barpony. He raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at the door. She followed his glance and then inwardly sighed. She'd been ditched. So much for this stud checking for reactions - he must've been looking for a better date. One without a weird plant body or something, she imagined.

She tossed the menu down onto the table in frustration. She felt more embarrassed about being stood-up than anything else. The fact that she'd paid for her own drink probably should've been a red flag, she thought. Maybe I should order food anyway... make my own night of it, she thought, taking a gulp of her cocktail.

"Withania?" said a voice next to her. She glanced up to see younger stallion standing next to her. "Cinnamon Swirl. We uh... we met here a while back. It was my first night here and you uh... saved me from a wash-out evening. Or possibly worse."

Withania frowned at him for a moment, and then suddenly remembered. A slow night in the bar, he'd been sitting at the very table she was now occupying - and a group of gossipy girls had ditched him. He said she'd saved him, however what she'd actually done was seduce him and then stuffed him up her cooch and melted him into plant nectar and chub. Apparently he hadn't held it against her though. She lay her forehead on the table in acknowledgement of the irony of the circumstances.

"I remember," she said, resting her chin on one hoof, "And now you find me a season later, having just been ditched at the same table as you. Sorry, I can't exactly be a sexy vixen for you tonight..."

Cinnamon still looked young and slightly awkward, but clearly had spent the last six months working on his confidence game, as he sat down in front of her with a friendly smile. "Well... maybe I can finally return the favour. I didn't have any plans for tonight, and uh... as it happens I've kinda been switching both ways since we met, if you know what I mean?"

Withania blinked, and then looked a little harder. She hadn't really considered that this literal precious cinnamon roll might play the predator - but then there was a space these days for something a little gentle. Still lewd, but kind and soft. Much like what she'd shown him on his first night out. "Really? Cards on the table, I was planning on getting juiced tonight. I appreciate the save, but I'd rather write the night off and go home than have a pity session - no offense."

"No pity! I actually came prepared for something I haven't really tried... maybe we could do a little discovery together again? Same deal as last time, except we switch roles."

Withania raised her eyebrow. She'd unbirthed him, and he said he wanted to switch roles, which meant only one thing. She'd never really tried going down a stallion's shaft before, although she would've been lying if she said the idea of it didn't titillate her. She generally liked privacy, but the idea of melting in a stallion's sack, turning into another load of cum to be pumped out, left in front of everyone... "Uh... say I was up for that... can... can you fit me in there?"

"I have a little something here that'll make sure. Not gonna lie, I was concerned about it too, so I came prepared." Cinnamon held up a vial of blue liquid that Withania didn't recognise, but could guess the purpose of. "I mean, it's fine if you'd rather not!" he added hastily.

"No, you know what, Cinnamon, you're on," she said, draining the last of her drink and licking her lips. "Let's come and see what you've got over there..."

She shuffled along to the end of the bench and walked around the table to where Cinnamon was sat. As was common for a stallion chatting up a mare, he was already pitching. Withania was pleasantly surprised by his size and her curiosity was quickly turning into lust. In one way, she felt like he was making an opportunistic strike on her in a moment of vulnerability - but then hadn't she done exactly the same thing to him? She dismissed the thought from her mind and leaned in for a kiss, which he met, slowly back up along his bench to make room for her.

Ignoring the rest of the bar, which was quite accustomed to scenes like this breaking out at random, Withania put her tongue into it, and was pleasantly surprised when he responded in kind, pushing back with his own tongue into her mouth. Having made room for her, he leaned forward so that she leaned back until they were laying lengthways with Cinnamon on top, gently nudging her legs together as they made out. Withania giggled and rolled her eyes, embarrassed at the turn of the tables she was experiencing, however Cinnamon remained unphased, taking the opportunity to pop the cork from his vial and down the potion in one go.

“Apparently it takes five or ten minutes to kick in…” he said, looking a little uncertain as to how to proceed.

“Well I guess you have five or ten minutes to make me cum while I’m still able to,” she challenged. He owed her one, after all.

Cinnamon parted her legs again and guided his length in between her dark green folds, twitching as he felt the warmth brewing there. Last time he’d been between her legs, he was an amateur, thrusting like a first-timer and making a lack-lustre climax barely before she was wet. Now he’d taken the time to learn the art, and he started out slow, sliding in just a third. He let her juices lubricate his shaft while she grew accustomed to him and then quested deeper, slipping inside slowly but progressively, until she glanced down to see just how far he could go.

What’s more, was that Withania could feel him getting bigger. She sighed as she felt him hilt inside her, beginning a steady rhythm in and out, and with every stroke he seemed to fill her a little further. His technique was on point as well - every time she got used to his speed or pressure, he would shift slightly, going in harder or softer, moving his hips to angle his cock to rub against her clit and then very occasionally pulling right out to the very tip, making her glance up ask him back inside.

Cinnamon felt his shaft throbbing harder with every passing minute as it grew in both length and girth. It was painstaking to hold back and not blow his load into her pussy there and then - but he was determined to get her there first. Of course, to this end he had a heavy advantage. His slowly expanding cock was stretching her wider with every stroke - he’d never seen a mare’s pussy open this wide, to the point where he was making a visible bulge in her abdomen as he pounded into her. But she was taking it like a champ, her wild and alluring plant-nature allowing her to handle his obscene size without discomfort.

“Oh Stars!” she gasped, holding onto the back of the bench seat for stability, “Ci-cinnamon! Cum in me now!”

Cinnamon didn’t need telling twice and tensed up, holding back the tidal wave of his climax for as long as he could, before plunging in up to his balls and pumping his seed into her. At the same time she hugged him tightly, clamping onto his body with her limbs and vagina alike, squeezing everything out of him as her own orgasm broke.

Despite his enormous size, he had only a normal amount of spunk to inject her with - but his balls were aching for more now. Even though he’d just finished inside her his cock was still going strong, swelling and growing. He pulled out of her rapidly tightening pussy, leaving it agape and looking impossibly small compared to his vast meat. He was now as thick as Withania’s not-inconsiderable thighs, and she lay in front of him ready for the taking.

Cinnamon sat back on his hunches, and grasped his oversized cock with one hoof, satisfied with the result. Withania didn't need telling, she lifted her hind hooves slightly so they lined up with his huge flared tip and experimentally pressed against the pre-slicked hole.

Cinnamon's cock pulsed at her touch, but his guiding hoof kept it in check, and Withania's left hoof, followed quickly by her right hoof, slipped inside his shaft. He couldn't help but gasp and push forward at the same time, as if his stallionhood was controlling the situation. "Oh, oh that feels really good..." he whispered.

She didn’t reply, but her enjoyment was evident. She straightened out her legs so they glided into his hole past her hocks. Her body was on fire with her orgasm, and the feeling of his huge, slick rod slipping up her legs was a worthy escalation.

He responded by leaning forward, grabbing both her cutiemarks in his hooves and pulling her toward his crotch - with her thighs vanishing into his throbbing cock in the process. There was a flicker of doubt as he glanced at her curvaceous hips. His cock was enough to make the captain of the guard blush, however Withania's ass was a testament to the urban legend that earth pony mares knew where to keep their weight the best. An instinct was taking hold of him though, whether it was natural or brought on by the potion, he flexed his cock and exerted a powerful pull on the green mare laid out in front of him. His cock stretched - or grew, he wasn't sure which it was at this point - and swallowed Withania's hips and ass in one smooth motion, oozing clear pre all over her coat in preparation for the next movement.

Withania's eyes widened as she realised that Cinnamon was actually going to pull this off. She reached out with her forehooves and grasped the flared head that was up to her waist and hungry for more of her. It twitched at her touch, and with a lick of her lips she brought her hooves down to her belly, tucking them in to be sucked up with the rest of her body. Cinnamon was gently thrusting, his hips moving of their own accord, and with each forward push he inched a little further over Withania, pulling her toward himself on the back stroke. His balls were swelling in size, growing both to match the proportions of his cock, as well as Withania's hind legs reaching their entrance.

When he'd finally reached her chest, he wrapped his forelegs around his massive shaft and hefted it upright, turning so his balls could hang over the side of the bench. Withania moaned as she felt her entire body shift inside him, sliding in under her own weight. As her shoulders disappeared, the flared tip of Cinnamon's cock closed around her neck and she was stuck in place, body wrapped by a vast throbbing shaft, and hind legs folded in the warm bath of his ballsack.

“Better get prepared now, as much as I love you, Withania, I don’t fancy mopping you up off the floor…” Cinnamon said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a huge condom that could only have been purpose-made for scenarios like this. Leaning back to make space between his chest and the vast pillar enclosing Withania, he tore open the foil wrap and pulled out the rolled up latex sack. He placed it over the end of his cock so that Withania’s head was inside the teat, looking out through a hazy sheen of lube. “Hope you like the view inside there, you’ll be seeing it again shortly!” he teased.

Withania was past feeling weird about letting an old prey own her like this, and just gagging for Cinnamon to swallow her up. He was perfect for her to play out this scene - a friend who had been on the receiving end of her domination and now was kindly delivering his own twist on it in return.

The background noise of the bar was slightly muffled around Withania by the rustle of the condom as Cinnamon unrolled it down his shaft, tugging it into place with a rubberised snap under his medial ring. Withania was enclosed now, and gave him the last confirmation of her acceptance by nuzzling the bulbous head her face was smushed up against. It reflexively pulsed again, swallowing her head entirely and sealing her inside the musky tube.

Despite the incredibly tight fit inside Cinnamon’s cock, Withania was so slick with his precum that she slipped deeper into his bulge with ease, falling backside into his stretchy ballsack. The taste of his seed was everywhere, and before she’d even had a chance to settle, her fur and hair alike became matted with translucent slime. She rubbed her hoof around the inside of her prison, feeling the opening that she’d entered through close up behind her into a liquid seal. At the same time, Cinnamon’s balls seemed to clench up around her, drawing up closer into his crotch and smothering her in heat and musk.

Withania wiped her brow, feeling like she was sweating bullets. It wasn’t sweat. In almost no time at all, the very environment she was in was soaking into her, forming on her body like condensation and dripping off, taking her with it. The puddle she was laying on her back in had swiftly become a bath that she felt like she was absorbing, but in reality, was spreading into. The heavy breathing and pulsing heartbeat of Cinnamon reverberated through her body as he massaged himself, kneading the mare inside his sack in possessive indulgence.

The taste of her own sweet nectar was becoming more and more noticeable to Withania, a confusing sensation since she was so accustomed to it, until she realised that the taste of Cinnamon’s cum was overpowering her own flavour to the point that she was becoming the lesser mass. She swallowed a mouthful of the sticky goop she was melting into and felt it line her throat, soaking into her insides and breaking her down internally. Her left hoof had been subconsciously working away at her clit under the surface of the cum-bath, and she felt another surge of pleasure from her softening pussy before either it collapsed, or her hoof had - or both. When she lifted her foreleg out, there was only a stump left, the limb had melted away entirely.

Cinnamon gasped and panted as he felt Withania gurgle away into smooth and silky cum in his balls. Her pleasure mixed into his own, fueling his lust and urging him onwards to his ultimate finale. There was no longer any shape or bulge to his sack other than a liquid-filled bag, and he knew she was ready. The pressure was building, but his monstrous cock had much further to go than anything he was used to. While he would normally tense up for a scant five seconds to release, the tension in his pulsing shaft was rising over the course of a minute. Hormones stormed through his body as he bent over his cock, rubbing and massaging it furiously with both hooves, willing it to release its prisoner.

Just as he thought he would pass out from the strain, the muscle of his meat spasmed, shooting out a bucket load of pale cum into the condom, quickly overwhelming the teat and expanding it like a balloon. This was followed by another spurt, and then another, his shaft pumping load after load of what remained of Withania into a beanbag-sized sack. He sighed in bliss, almost sorry that it was over, but amazed by how long it was lasting. The condom grew until it was big enough to fill a bin, the milky texture swirling inside - and then finally, there was a final surge, a slight throb of pressure from the base of his cock to the tip, and a hoof-sized seed popped out from his flared head into the sea of cum.

Withania was so spun around that she had no concept of direction anymore. She was aware of her own mass, but it swam and swirled as liquid, and with no muscles or limbs, she couldn’t move her own weight. She was penned in all around by a curved surface that stretched as she pressed outward, and the last dribble of her splashed against the top of her mass. There was a jolting wobble as the condom was slipped off of a diminishing cock, and after a little fumbling, the entrance was knotted and released, causing her to jiggle in place. She could sense her seed still present, anchoring her to this form until her body was actually dispersed - something she hadn’t considered previously.

Cinnamon gave a sigh of satisfaction and with a grunt of effort lifted the stretchy condom onto the table, amazed at what he’d produced. There was one last rite to perform. He fumbled once more into his satchel and found a black marker pen.

Withania~ now lots of my love, Cinnamon Swirl xoxo

She’d be safe if left here, he knew. Or she’d grow back wherever she was dumped. In any case, their time together was complete, and with a last slap of the swollen condom to set it jiggling again, Cinnamon picked up his bag and left the transformed mare on the table behind him.