Dawn of a new day. 24 hours remain...until the next day.
A rather pleasant dream was interrupted by a sudden fall from her mattress. With a groan of both pain and annoyance from being torn out of the dream-land, the green-coated mare sprung effortlessly to her hooves. Her eyes were slow to arise, contrary to the rest of her already-moving body, due to her sudden awakening. Another may have bumped into walls due to the lack of clear vision, but between Withania’s coordination and her own knowledge of her home’s layout, she had it covered.
The building was well-sized, bearing about any conventional room one needed for a proper household. The house's size paled in comparison, however, to the space allocated to plants and structures based upon said plants. With a smaller, decorative garden in the front entrance of the home, eyes were led to the vast aisles and buildings full of many different plants in the back; some exotic and rare, some more common. Two greenhouses laid on either side, the right larger than the left. The left stored plants that were arid - adapted to dry climates - and excess storage, whilst most exotic plants were located in the right greenhouse, as well as her workbench.
It surprised her to see that it was hardly through the night, as moonlight greeted her eyes instead of a well-desired awakening from sunlight. Despite the excessively early wakeup she'd just been dealt by physics, hardly any fatigue had lingered in her body due to a rather uneventful yesterday. During the short trot to her hallway her eyes were already wide open. She gave a small mental shrug. "Make use of the time, I guess."
Turning to her right from the hallway out of her bedroom, she proceeded to venture down the stairs. Part of her wished to trot to the kitchen and put something together, while part of her felt more like getting herself outside with her plants. They'd probably need an extra watering anyway; it had been a rather dry day, and yesterday her water pipes had issues mid-watering, not being fixed till late. This was a great opportunity to enjoy the crisp, cool nighttime air and catch up on her plants.
Right away, on going out to her back space with most of her plants, something appeared amiss. The darkness should've greatly affected her potential vision but she had enough little lanterns and fairy lights scattered about the yard to allow herself nighttime sight. This wasn't exactly her first nighttime rodeo. The disturbance she'd noted was an oddity with her greenhouse door; it was nowhere near wide open, but years of owning the property allowed her to spot when any door was slightly open or moved, as it had been. The concerned plant-pony carefully trotted to her opened greenhouse - the one on the right, with the exotic plants - and pushed the door fully open.
The lights flickered on as her hoof grazed the switch. Again, nothing really seemed odd. Tossing her gaze this way and that, Withania scanned over the entire greenhouse - until a vague mumbling caused her ears to perk up. As she reached the end of the hall while knowing she wasn't alone, her eyes ended up moving in the correct direction to reveal the culprit.
To her confusion, they were sprawled out, face on the floor. As well, they were quite small for an adult pony - kind of cute actually. Their fur was a bright white, a big, messy, fluffy mane of pale pink and green covering most of her head. She had a weighty form, short height making her look like...a marshmallow. This pony looked like a marshmallow.
Any worry fled from Withania's head, clearly aware this mare was no threat whatsoever. She gave a soft chuckle and nudged their side in an attempt to rouse them. "Hey." Withania spoke with a soft tone, mostly just wanting to get this pony to calmly leave her greenhouse. "Hello?"
Only after a few minutes of nudging did the marshmallow mare eventually raise her head, then standing with a surprising suddenness. Withania stood back to let them get their bearings. Shortly she turned to Withania.
"Huh? Oh...shit. Sleepwalking again." she mumbled, giving an apologetic bow of the head to the mare who'd awakened her. "Thanks for waking me, uh-"
"Withania."
The small mare smiled. "Right. I'm Sekkachi. Uh, sorry for barging in, sleepwalking problem lately."
Before Withania could respond, the poor tired thing nearly fell to the floor, saved only by a quick reach from the property's owner. "Woah, there. I do have a spare room. Come."
Seeing little other choice due to her fatigue, Sekkachi simply nodded a thank you, walking the short distance into the home with Withania, admiring the beautifully laid-out, pleasantly colourful front garden. The decorative area's aesthetic opened her eyes a bit, a wave of colours forcing her brain to work harder to process things. Her red eyes opened a bit more widely, allowing her to really take it all in. Withania noticed, stopping a few moments before continuing to open her wooden front door,
Walking into the opening hallway, Sekkachi noticed a screen left on in what seemed to be a living room. From what she saw of the screen before being led to the nearby staircase, it was evident that it was a game quite familiar to her. "Ooh, you play?"
Withania was confused until she noticed she'd left Animal Crossing on. At least the volume had been turned off. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. I'll...take care of that after you're settled in."
Sekkachi gave a small smile, noting the game displayed: the most recent release of Animal Crossing. Loving to game herself, she was hoping to stay in Withania's house long enough to chat about it a little bit. Seeing how Withania owned tons of plants, she noted how perfect of a game Animal Crossing was for the nature-loving mare. As these thoughts flew through her mind the plant pony led her upstairs with a sense of fatigue due to her rude awakening, yet also with a clear memorization of her own house. Not a step was off, no hoof from either mare missing any stair.
"Your room's right down the hall, second door on the right. Bathroom is right next to that if you need it during the night. I'm going to go tend to the plants since I'm up. Have a good night."
Sekkachi was gently pushed into the guest bedroom, door closed gently behind her while Withania went back down. She analyzed the room, getting a feel for the quaint, comfortable little bedroom. The bed was nicely dressed with a cherry wood base and deep red covers, the pillows a nice shade of light gray. Withania clearly possessed a gift for colour matching and layout, not simply relegated to her many flora patches in the yards of the house.
There was simply one problem: the height of the bed. Sekkachi, being merely three feet high, noted the bed was made for ponies at an average of five feet or higher. Sighing, she decided to simply attempt climbing up. It didn't embarrass her really, just annoyed her. Though she couldn't blame Withania at all - most ponies weren't her size.
For ten minutes roughly she'd struggled, pulling and slipping all over the place in vain attempts to climb up, but the covers made it tricky for her flat hooves to get a good grip. Not to mention she personally had very little physical might. Despite not being overly embarrassed, she was glad to not be seen. Finally she'd notice a stool underneath the bed and used her height to easily fit under to pull it out, lifting herself up onto the plush mattress with newfound ease. She yawned and relaxed tiredly on the bed, not bothering to undo the covers and wriggle underneath.
Withania returned into the house relatively soon after her guest had settled in. Before she herself settled in to return to her own sleep, clear fatigue in her eyes, the mare decided to ensure Sekkachi was alright. Quietly pushing open the front door, she trotted inside the room. Withania's green hooves made only a slight sound as they quietly pressed and lifted to and from the wooden flooring, drawing her closer to the bed. Despite the care she took in walking, however, the focus on her guest caused her to misstep.
Sekkachi, well asleep already, had somehow managed to push a good chunk of the soft and slick blanket to the floor. Not having noticed this, Withania's hoof had slipped along the blanket. Her eyes flashed wide open as she flew a short distance and landed on the bed. Her snout landed...right where it poked Sekkachi's rear, the rest of her body splayed out on the mattress. The feeling made Sekkachi jolt awake, Withania pulling back immediately with an embarrassed blush covering her cheeks.
"I-um..." the green mare stammered, brushing a hoof through her brown mane as she tried to think of what to say to explain the event. Thankfully for her, she wouldn't need to do anything much. Sekkachi simply had burst into a giggling fit rather than being appalled or offended.
"Should ask first, silly!" She rolled her eyes, sitting up on her rear, fully awake within seconds. Withania relaxed once she saw Sekkachi was fine.
That slip had thrown the sleep from Withania's eyes as well. She sat in bed with Sekkachi, unsure of the correct response to toss out, she simply laid down, staring into Sekkachi’s wide, red eyes. The smaller mare slid to lay next to her, meeting her eyes.
"May as well. I'm only here for a night." The sentence the marshmallow spewed caught Withania off-guard somewhat; she'd been thinking to say a similar suggestion herself, but not so forwardly. Very well, she took it since she knew Sekkachi consented. It was sudden, but it had also...been quite a while since anything of note had happened. This was a welcome excitement.
"Alright. So..." Withania spoke, a somewhat uncomfortable pause filling the air until her way of thought was beriddled by Sekkachi interjecting.
"Well, meme pose." A smirk filled the marshmallow's face, enjoying her own joke. Withania took a moment to grasp what she meant, letting a soft chuckle out.
"You silly thing!" Withania let a full giggle out, laying on her side. She ruffled the bright bushy mane before it was moved away from her direct line of sight, tickling her pony thighs.
Noticeably Sekkachi's size forced Withania to bend her upper body a decent bit to reach the cutie's sweet lips. Her hind end didn't need to stretch nearly as much, yet Withania adjusted into a curled position anyways to simplify things for her guest.
There came another odd pause where both mares were waiting on the other to make the first move, thus leaving nothing happening for what felt like forever, both simply staring at the other's tails which temporarily hid their rears. Finally, Withania decided Sekkachi wouldn't do anything until she did. Dipping her head down, a hoof casually threw the tail to the side, exposing Sekkachi's rear. This was soon covered by Withania's muzzle, gently tickling the closed surface. Pale green tongue grazed along the surface of the marshmallow's marehood, taking care in each stroke. Some droplets of nectar were left behind from Withania's tongue, leaving an additional sensation for Sekkachi.
Sekkachi was bright red and incredibly flustered already, and Withania had hardly begun! She made many cute moans and squeaks, lost in the burst of lust for nearly two minutes before getting enough self-control back to dip her head slightly forward, her own tongue poking at Withania's lips. Withania's hooves pressed down on Sekkachi's chubby rump in reaction to the sudden wave of pleasure, softly moaning. As she did her snout pushed forwards, slipping her tongue gently into the marehood in front of her. Sekkachi, practically trembling from the feeling tackling her nervous system, hastened to return the favour.
Slurps and wet shlucks filled the room, both mares gently pleasing the other, tongues not overly deep. Each began with more of a gentle tickle, making sure no harm was done to the sensitive internals of their marehoods. Sekkachi's hooves flailed about a bit, nervous system easily being attacked by feelings of pleasure. Once she reined in her little legs, her soft hooves rested gently on Withania's flanks, Withania repeating the motion on her end. Almost as if there'd been a signal, the two both pushed a little bit deeper simultaneously.
"Cutie," Withania chuckled. Sekkachi was even cuter when she got all flustered like this, one thing was certain. As they went on pleasuring one another her muscles relaxed, the position feeling more natural despite the bending Withania needed to do.
Sekkachi either didn't hear or was too lost in lust to reply. Or focus, for that matter - her tongue stopped altogether as a light pant came from her, high-pitched squeaks sprinkled throughout. Despite all this, she was lasting pretty long. A fact Withania noted, though she could almost guarantee that'd end rather soon. She could feel it, Sekkachi's body practically buzzing with sexual satisfaction.
"So-so...close..." the marshmallow gasped out, so flustered and lost she'd hardly been able to bring herself to speak more than a few words at a time. Then she realized she'd left poor Withania without the same gratification.
"O-oops!" Quickly moving her tongue in, she suddenly shoved her muzzle inside Withania's wet folds. Said mare's eyes flapped wide open, a cute moan erupting as her blush intensified. Her eyes closed, heart pounding in her chest as her nerves all over tingled.
Over the next moments they'd forget their surroundings, simply focusing as they both knew the other was getting pretty close to a finish. This unawareness, however, led to the marshmallow mare slipping even further down Withania's wet tunnel, her head being swallowed in by the lips...
She blurted something out suddenly as the rush filled Withania, who came-to and realized what'd been happening. She flexed, popping Sekkachi out before she'd be in too deep. Many giggles followed from the pair after this near-accidental unbirthing. Alas, that moment was the breaking point for them both. Their eyes again shot wide open as juices were squirted onto their faces, soaking their fur in sweet liquid. There they'd lay, panting for some time as they let their bodies calm down, relaxing after a pleasurable session.
Finally Withania sat up, holding Sekkachi gently while the small mare took a bit more time to relax. Sekkachi's head rested atop Withania's soft belly, letting her hear all the subtle sounds coming from it. One thing she noted..it sounded kind of hungry. Made sense, seeing as it was past midnight and most ponies usually had their suppers many hours earlier. Her heart slowing down to natural speed, a blush again formed as some fun ideas crossed her mind.
Withania noticed her own hunger surging as well. Before she was preparing to venture off to her fridge, Sekkachi tugged at her mane a bit. "Wait..."
"Hm?" Withania stayed, curious.
"You're hungry. Don't waste energy moving around! You have somethin' to eat right here." Sekkachi spoke extremely bluntly.
Withania flushed, caught off guard by the bluntness of Sekkachi's speech. She was so forward, simply suggesting Withania ingest her! Clearly Sekkachi was no stranger to the subject; well, neither was Withania. It still took her a few moments to snap out of her surprise to reply though.
"I-um...right. Okay. Are you sure about this?" Withania's reply made Sekkachi smirk. She'd honestly been hoping for Withania to be okay with the idea. She had always wanted to try it.
"Yeah! I suggested it, silly." She dipped forwards a bit, looking up at Withania. "Cmon, don't waste time!"
Withania giggled, and easily lifted the little mare up to be on level with her head. Out stuck her pale green tongue as a little tease, sweet nectar dripping along its length. Sekkachi noticed just how much of a 'plant pony' her host really was - her insides were all green. Though she was more focused on the golden liquid that seemed to replace saliva. Withania took note of this curiosity.
"Long story short, I like plants." Withania spoke with a jocular tone, the statement causing a laugh from Sekkachi. She did understand the meaning being the vague statement however.
Withania needed no more encouragement to hurry up. Sekkachi was clearly perfectly willing to go along with this...so in went her fluffy mane and head, right into the nectary maw. The nectar stuck all over Sekkachi's fur, coating her to make the soon-to-be swallows much easier. Her face was plastered and smothered by Withania's tongue as a gentle gulp tugged her head deeper, Withania's face stretching to accommodate as Sekkachi pinned her legs to her sides. Everything felt comfortably warm, the stickiness of the nectar adding to the pleasant feeling.
Sekkachi's eyes hovered just above Withania's dark, green gullet. She had a deep blush, loving the feelings this slow devourment gave. Withania gave a louder swallow, making Sek's head pop through into the even warmer and stickier throat. Small body creeping into Withania's mouth, she gave a small wiggle to edge herself even further within. Withania had a small smile, her eyes gently going half lid as she savoured the ever-sweet taste that came from Sekkachi. Marshmallow indeed!
About then the swallows really picked up, effortlessly pulling the chubby pony down her throat, covering any spots in nectar that the tongue had missed. Many mumbles and chuckles of satisfaction followed, her throat gently bulging as her little snack slipped down. Her tongue prodded Sekkachi's rump as it neared her lips, a hoof poking at her bulged throat. Sekkachi giggled at the extra pressure, quickly making this journey. Some nectar tickled at the lips of her slit, causing a shiver that forced her even further down the throat. Withania gave a hard gulp, squeezing Sekkachi tightly and giving the final push needed. The marshmallow shot forward, face squished against the upper stomach sphincter.
"A-almost th-" Sekkachi began, interrupted by her own loud squeak as she pressed through to land in a pool of digestive nectar inside a dark, comfortable stomach. Withania gave a gasp of gratification, and laid down on her bed, not bothering to cover her bulged-out stomach with the covers. The surface wiggled gently as Sekkachi took a few seconds to get comfy.
"Your nickname applies!" Withania giggled as she gave Sekkachi a quick compliment on taste. "Once you've digested you'll be formed into a seed. I'll plant you, and you'll reform at most within a week. Alrighty?"
"O-okay!" Sek smiled brightly, curious about how digestion would feel. Would it be painful? Relaxing? She got answered soon enough as the stomach began to work on her.
No pain was, at any time, present for Sekkachi. In fact, it'd seemed surprisingly pleasant to her. Stomach walls simply gently pushed down and squeezed her as the light buzz of Withania's digestive nectar softened her. Evidently there was nothing violent, simply a gentle melting of Sekkachi. With a giggle, she settled down, allowing the stomach to do its work.
Withania yawned deeply. "I'm going to sleep for now. See you in the morning, well, as a seed." Withania laid on her side, shutting her eyes slowly with a peaceful smile on her face. Sekkachi filled her quite well for her size.
"Okay! Have a good rest!" Sekkachi yawned herself, the warm sensation having nearly dragged her off to sleep herself. Already she could feel her legs melting away, her head nearly submerged in the growing amount of nectar.
She moaned from the feel of her body, entirely softened thanks to the fluids, being simply squeezed out of existence. Her legs were mostly melted, little trace left behind save for the added bits of fat to Withania's body. Only her torso and head remained, which rapidly sloughed away cleanly, no blood spilt. She let a soft purr out right before her vision turned dark. Once she was unconscious the digestion picked up a bit, as stomach walls worked her down more efficiently. Yet it was felt by the melted marshmallow even during her sleep, grinding gently against her as she began to finish getting digested.
Soon enough Sekkachi was entirely melted away within Withania's stomach, having enjoyed the experience thoroughly. As made evident by a distinct lack of movement after the initial landing. Withania shifted a bit throughout her sleep, feeling the events take place subconsciously, which affected her dreams that night. With Sekkachi thoroughly digested, her stomach shrunk down as her body filtered out the excess nectar, digestive processes completing. A hoof coaxed and patted her stomach gently, squishing it down before it fell back down in her slumber. A peaceful slumber it was, definitely aided by the late-night supper. Probably the sexual fun too. That also prodded at her dreams.
In the morning Withania had let the seed out and deposited it into a dirt-filled flower pot, having given it water daily for about a full seven days. Eventually Sekkachi bloomed from it and was sent on her way back home. It had been a rather fun - if very unexpected - one night stand situation that left satisfaction for both parties.
