After a string of debaucherous actions involving a giant flower, Withania finds her body transformed in ways that bring new pleasures and troubles in equal levels.
You should keep your medical records up to date, Withania. It would be nice to know in advance that your body is somehow a plant.
Yeah, your doctor should be aware of those minor details. But good to see they still got the idea to install the lamp.
The day’s events had presented the idea to her that there were considerable advantages to her condition other than simply doing lewd things with her friends. [...] She’d made a modest name for herself as an experienced and skilled botanist - now she would be “that one pony who turned herself into a plant doing weird sex things.”
I'm surprised that isn't advantage enough for you.
“Princess Twilight brought me up to speed on everything, and quite frankly I think you and I are long overdue to be better acquainted,” she said, looming over Withania, “So let’s have a little chat, shall we?”
Well, I guess a productive, innocent chat is always a good thing...
“You should keep your medical records up to date, Withania. It would be nice to know in advance that your body is somehow a plant. We are at somewhat of a loss of how to treat you, but I’ve sent messages to a few colleagues who have some experience in these fields. You actually would have been my first choice, were you not the patient!”
Yeah. But she has less "field experience" and more experience in "the field", if you catch my drift.
“Good afternoon, I’ll be with you in a moment,” said a voice from the middle of the hall. Withania looked to the source and saw a unicorn behind a table at the foot of a tall pillar of bookshelves in the middle of the library. She was mostly obscured by the piles of books on the table, but Withania could see a midnight blue coat haloed by blond hair and a golden magical aura around her horn. Half a dozen books fanned out and slotted themselves into place on high up shelves.
Withania hadn’t seen this unicorn before, probably she’d moved in from Canterlot to help Twilight, another prissy city dweller, no doubt. The unicorn looked down and caught sight of Withania - and her expression immediately changed from demure to a knowing, almost smug, smile as she began to make her way over to the front desk.
Withania’s eyes widened as she saw that the unicorn was, in fact, at least twice the width of Withania and likely thrice her weight. Her belly hung low between her chubby legs while her flanks hid the frame of her body entirely with round curves ending in the globes of her hindquarters, which were emblazoned with a yellow insignia for some kind of screw clamp. Or a press. She had clearly anticipated Withania’s reaction because she walked with a practised fluidity that accentuated her form - her weight bobbed from side to side and her straw-coloured tail swished behind her.
A gallon of Gatorade, three gallons of water, and roughly thirty two to sixty four onces of monster shall suffice... daily.
I swear, I think I'm part camel.
Yes! The story lives!!!
Excellent work I love your story’s keep it up
Somepony is going to get eaten! 😂
This unicorn's name gave more of a journalist's vibe than a researcher's.
Yeah, your doctor should be aware of those minor details.
But good to see they still got the idea to install the lamp.
I'm surprised that isn't advantage enough for you.
Well, I guess a productive, innocent chat is always a good thing...
Yeah. But she has less "field experience" and more experience in "the field", if you catch my drift.
Sounds like a darker Blue version of Whoa Nelly.