“Oh Aloe, mane of blue, how may I assist you?”  In the hut of the striped zebra, a spa pony drags her hooves towards Zecora as she sits behind her bubbling cauldron.  Aloe, the diligent masseuse sits on the ground near the frothing concoction, inhaling the soothing vapors from the heated vat.  Her cerulean mane that normally shimmered healthily now pressed flat against her head in a dull, flat color.  The sharp, azure eyes that could spot a knot in a pony's muscles were replaced with tired, foggy eyes as her eyelids hung low over them.  Though Zecora can clearly see why this young pony has come to her for aid, she waits for pale rose pony to say her part.
 
        “Work has been, how you say... hard?  It has been slow lately, so Lotus has given me the week to rest.”  She ends her sentence with a huff, sitting on her hindquarters with her back hunched over.  Her fore hooves help prop her up to look at the observant zebra.  With a smile, Zecora takes a small, open container in one hoof and a liquid vial in another.  She quickly knocks back the vial, the thin green liquid pouring into the back of her throat.  Swallowing with silent gulp, she moves the ajar container in front of her snout.  Lotus looks curiously at the motion, compelled to put her nose close to it as well.  Zecora blows gently on the top of the tiny urn, releasing a powdery mist that washes over the fatigued earth pony.  A single inhale was all it took for Aloe's eyes to roll to the back of her head, causing her body to fall limp against the firm ground.
 
        “I would like to try a new ability, but you will have to surrender yourself to me.”  The unconscious pony's ear twitches in confirmation as Zecora moves behind the pony that laid on her floor.  Reaching behind her elongated neck, she unclasps the golden rings that circled it, each one hitting the ground with a thump.  Rubbing her throat in relief, she feels the elixir course through her body.  Her mouth heavily salivates as she takes the hind hooves in her own front legs, tongue hanging out in anticipation.  Her stomach rings hollow as she feels her belly slowly fill with thick sludge.  The candy-colored legs enter the stretched maw of the shaman with a slushy squish.  Excessive saliva spills out from her lower jaw as the muscular, meaty legs of the masseuse slowly slide into Zecora's mouth.
 
        The medicine pony purrs in a flavorful trance, slurping away at the stirring pony.  Aloe moved weakly with her eyes still shut, a small smile on the spa pony's lips tell Zecora that the warmth of her insides were pleasurable.  She takes this invitation and inhales deeply, pulling the pony leg's into her long throat as Aloe's flank enters the sopping maw.  Aloe gasps in surprise as her privates slowly slide across the zebra's tongue.  Still blind to the world, her hips gyrate against the muscular carpet that grinded across her groin.  A moan of ecstasy vibrates through Aloe's body as Zecora braces herself against the waves of pleasure.  
 
        Her pants quicken as her flower's nectar leaked onto the palette of the striped equine.  Zecora can only hum in approval as the sweet oil spreads across her mouth with each thrust of Aloe's hips.  Feeling the small, hard bump of the flowery pony's excitement, Zecora's tongue teases the little tip with a tender touch.  Aloe yelps as she climaxes, unleashing a torrent of lubrication directly into Zecora's throat.  The sheer amount of fluids that entered the zebra's esophagus caused her to instinctively swallow, accelerating Aloe's descent into the awaiting belly.
 
        Aloe bathes in the afterglow as the rest of her body rapidly slides down the stretched throat.  The mix of free-flowing saliva and the thick coating of Aloe's orgasm on the slick gullet alone made each swallow easy for Zecora.  The stomach's entrance stretches open for the hind legs as Aloe slips at an accelerated rate.  Zecora grounds herself with her hooves, no longer needing them to prop the pony up as the massive weight slips rapidly into her growling stomach.  She slurps up the remaining strands of mane that stuck out from her lips, feeling them tickle on the way down.  Feeling the earth pony's weight settle into her inner cauldron, she gather her golden rings that laid patiently on the ground.  She fastens each ring around her neck, each click sealing the pony's fate within her.  Zecora's tongue explores the inside of her own mouth as she puts on her attires, tasting the savory remnants of Aloe's excitement.  As the last ring on her neck closes with a click, Zecora feels her customer stir awake.
 
        A muffled squeak comes from within Zecora's stomach as the impression of hooves push out from under her skin.  Zecora quietly vents out air that her stomach rejected, not wanting to disturb her visitor.  The zebra also shifts her behind on the ground, stealthily passing gas from beneath her round rump.  With each expulsion of gas, Aloe's surroundings slowly close in on her, causing her to weakly thump against the thick organ.  Still in a daze from the powder, she can only manage a weak cry of help  as the soupy solution around her creeps up around her. Zecora only giggles at the panicked pony as she talks to her round girth.
 
        “Do not fret, for you will come out good as new, but I must take time to enjoy myself too.”  She belches unexpectedly, spittle flying from her mouth.  Tittering softly,  her hooves rub against the pony-shaped bulge, stimulating the digestive process.  Though Aloe's instincts told her to struggle, the stomach's vapors carried a familiar, soothing sensation.  The frothing, thick mixture that she was submerged in softened her body as the fleshy chamber caressed Aloe with a firm grip.  Each twist and churn kneaded her form as the slimy walls compressed her as the stomach tried to regain its tiny size.  Aloe passes out in the mushy mixture as her supple body melts into the nutritious ooze.
 
        “For now, rest in the warmth of my mass, so that you will reform as a spry, young lass.”  Zecora's stomach slowly shrinks as the spa pony is pulverized into the zebra's digestive tubes.  Resuming her work on her bubbly cauldron, she feels her body take in the new resident.  She feels her belly expand ever so slightly as new layers of fat slither beneath Zecora's skin.  Her flank stretches out a bit as the zebra's body distributes the leftovers.  The witchdoctor wiggles in glee as her body uses the earth pony as a cozy cushion.  A loud growl pierces the silence as the elixir wears off and Zecora gains back her appetite.  Taking a ladle into the concoction, she sips at it delicately as her body tingles in earnest.  Not wanting to burn off Aloe for her own activities, she prepares a proper meal for two.  
 
        A few days later, Zecora lays on her back in her hut, sweating up a storm.  Her body, once plump with fat, returned to her slightly chubby frame.  The only evidence of her ravenous appetite from the past few days was the large orb that rested slightly below the zebra's belly.  Zecora's breaths were shallow as she felt the weight shift around in her, searching for a way out.  She grunts with each push from within, directing the confused creature towards the exit.  Her anus sputters out gas, sweat rolling down in and around the exposed hole.  Zecora bites her lower lip as her intestines pulse around the huge body that slid towards her emptied rectum.  Looking down towards her bottom, she sees the shimmer of a healthy blue mane crown at the sphincter, recognizing that this has only begun.
 
        A muffled voice cries out as Zecora clenches her entire body, forcing Aloe's head to slide out with a sickly-sounding pop.  She gasps for air, tongue hanging out as her head is exposed to the cold air.  Covered in all manners of digestive lubrication, Aloe forces a hoof out from inside Zecora, clearing the thick gunk from her eyes, dripping the clear slime all over the hut's floor.  The zebra braces herself again for a second-wind, using every muscle in her body to force the pony out from within her.  The pink pony, regaining control of her forelegs, helps by pulling herself out from the greased depths below.  A plethora of sloppy slurping and soggy squishing sounds play in the air as these two equines grunt tiredly against each other.  Aloe feels her round belly and the muscled ring slide against each other, prompting her that freedom was near.  One last unified effort from both of them shot Aloe out from Zecora's bottom with a lazy pop.  They lay in relief as they both gather their senses.
 
        “Zecora... next time you do this treatment... could I go out the... other way?”  The spa pony finds her legs as she stands up, still dripping lubrication from every bit.  She stretches her body slowly feeling completely reborn, albeit very sore.  Her cramped confines while she reformed was not ideal, but she hasn't felt this good in quite a long time.  A small happy squeak escapes her throat as she turns to the medicine maker.
 
        “I did not think that would be, that was a surprise even for me.  The shower is in the back, and shampoo is something I do not lack.”  Aloe makes her way past the worn zebra, eager to clean herself up.  Though Zecora laid prone, completely spent, a faint smile plays on her mouth, pleased with the results of her new treatment.  Hearing the water run, she whispers to herself.
 
        “I should advertise this remedy, just need to fix the recipe...”