Author's Note

When Withania met Fidget, the little dragon-pony hybrid was snooping in her greenhouse. Intending to teach him a lesson, she chows down, only to find that draconies are tougher than they look...

Contains clean (nectar/syrupy fluids) full tour soft-vore. This wasn't actually an RP, but a short-fic gift for Rubiont. Seemed to be at home in this anthology!

7. Fidget (F/m, SV, Full-Tour)

A small dragon-pony cross pushed the spring-weighted gate open with his head and looked around. A huge and mysterious looking garden lay before him, with walls of tall green shrubs enclosing sheltered allotments of colourful flowers and herbs, or vegetables and crop samples. Fidget was exploring the edges of the town, and while the fence and gate implied that this was someone’s back garden, the colours and smells drifting out from the enclosed wilderness were too tempting to not sneak a peak.

As he weaved through the maze-like jungle, the glint of glass caught his eye - a greenhouse! Fidget pushed up against the windows and saw even more exotic plants bathing in the heat and moisture trapped inside. Still seeing no ponies in sight, he trotted along the edge of the greenhouse until he found a double door granting entry. A wave of warm, humid air hit Fidget on his pink scaled face and ruffling his red mane, bringing with it a rich smell of a sweet fruit ripe for picking. A tree growing at the back of the greenhouse was the clear source of this, its branches heavy with exotic fruit. There was plenty here, surely no one would mind if he took a few?

The pint-sized hybrid nimbly hopped onto the wooden countertop that ran along the side of the greenhouse and leaned up to pluck the low-hanging fruit. Success, the tropical-coloured fruit practically fell off as he carefully tugged with his teeth. Once he had a few, Fidget jumped down onto the flagstones and sat back to enjoy his sweet treat. The flavour was exquisite, juicy and sharp, but sweet and sticky. He soon had orange-coloured juice dribbling down his front.

“Hey! What are you doing in my greenhouse?” a stern voice demanded from behind him. Fidget turned, red-hoofed, and saw a green earth pony with an autumn coloured mane blocking the aisle he was sitting in.

“Oh, hello!” Fidget replied innocently, “I’m sorry, your fruit just smelled so delicious I couldn’t help myself!”

The mare didn’t look impressed by this remark and approached to stand over him disapprovingly. “Thanks, I guess,” she said sarcastically, “Those are worth more than you can imagine. I’m the only pony who can grow them for a few hundred miles.”

“You must have lots of customers wanting to buy your fruits then,” continued Fidget enthusiastically, seeming to be quite oblivious to the earth pony’s displeasure. “My name’s Fidget. Who are you?”

“Fidget huh? Well I’m Withania, and do you know what happens to pests in this garden?” Fidget shook his head, swallowing his last mouthful. She leaned down so her face was level with his. “They get turned into potted plants.”

Withania breathed slowly into Fidget’s face and a heavy and sweet aroma wafted into his throat and lungs, carrying a scent that he couldn’t shake from his mind. The fruit in his claw suddenly seemed dull and tasteless by comparison to the smell coming from this strange mare. She opened her mouth, revealing a green tongue and cheeks, glistening with yellow-gold saliva. It looked incredibly inviting, and Fidget couldn’t help but lean right up and smell the sweetness coating the inside of her mouth.

“That’s right, little one, everything you want is in here… enjoy!” she murmured, and then in one fluid motion, her mouth opened even wider and engulfed fidget’s entire head! He felt a great pressure on top of him as Withania pressed herself down on top of him, her throat clenching and seizing hold of his smooth body. It was warm and comforting. Fidget wasn’t the least bit frightened about this, but the heady smell of her nectar made it even more inviting. He tucked his legs against his body, and within a few gulps, the oddly smelling mare had swallowed him whole!

Fidget found himself squeezed through a tight and pulsating tube which opened out into a cushioned stomach, full to the brim with watery nectar. He kept his head up as his body plunged into the sweet heady fluid, but as Withania belched around him, the small amount of air that she had swallowed with him was quickly evacuated, and her watery drink flooded into his body. He coughed and hiccuped, a split-second of panic cut through the sugar-haze, but then he realised he was still breathing, just heavy breaths of liquid.

Huh, he thought, I can breathe this stuff? It… feels good…

“Have fun dissolving into more sweet nectar, little one, it’ll be a nice massage while I work!” mocked Withania, stretching luxuriously and smirking at the bulge in her belly. Enough to give her that full feeling, but not enough to badly hamper her mobility. Perfect snack for a day’s work.

Fidget felt the strange plant-pony that had eaten him moving around, his enclosure wobbling and bulging and squeezing. The liquid has soaked him through, but he wasn’t too concerned by her threats - he knew his dragon scales were tougher than they looked. But all the same, he felt a tingle across his body, both inside and out. It felt like a layer of him shifting free, like dirt coming off in a shower. His body might’ve been hardy enough to resist being melted, but anything stuck to his flesh was dissolving into the nectar bath, flowing out of him and settling to the bottom of the tight belly he was in. The constant motion of his host walking around rubbed and worked the fluids deep between his scales and into the very roots of his mane until he felt like his whole body was gently stretching and compressing. The whole experience was so relaxing that fidget found himself dozing off to sleep, tight in the plant-mare’s embrace.

As she watered the plants in the greenhouse, Withania felt her passenger fall still at last. He’d certainly been a strange one, offering very little fight, and staying awake for a fair time. Almost as if he didn’t even mind. She shrugged and continued working, it wouldn’t matter soon anyway. She wasn’t really going to turn him into a potted plant, she’d condense him into a seed and leave him to grow in the fields out behind her house - out of the garden - and he’d pop out of a flower in a day or so none the worse for wear.

But as the afternoon wore on, she could still feel the solid lump of his body in her belly. What in Equestria did I eat? He’s not even gone soft yet… come to think of it he didn’t look like an ordinary pony… She decided to give it time, maybe her body was in one of its more passive moods and working slower than usual.

Fidget stirred and felt soft fleshy walls wrapped around him still. He couldn’t open his eyes in the belly trapping him, and could hardly move, but the steady rhythm and heartbeat was incredibly soothing. He’d been woken up by increased pressure from the walls - they were squeezing more tightly than before, pushing him, pressing him headfirst against the back of the chamber he was in. There must’ve been another tube here because his muzzle poked into a stretchy hole that yielded and opened to permit the rest of his body to get squashed in. The sound of the heartbeat grew quicker and heavier, interrupted occasionally by a moan of discomfort.

But his progress continued. The nectar coating him had become thicker and goopier, lubricating his passage and sticking him together so he couldn’t attempt to interfere with what was happening. Just as the compression around him was getting unbearable, he felt the chill of outside air against his nose, and then on his mouth. He spluttered and a few flecks of nectar that he hadn’t swallowed cleared from his lungs, before dazzlingly bright light lit up his closed eyes.

Withania groaned and gave a mighty push. After spending the rest of the day marinading Fidget, her body had given up trying to dissolve the dracony, and just opted to pass him as it normally would a seed. A very goopy Fidget plopped out from under her tail onto the grass behind the garden, and Withania collapsed in exhaustion.

Fidget, quite awake after his nap and delighting in his refound freedom of movement, assessed himself. Although covered in a syrup-like coating, he was quite unharmed. In fact, he felt great - his throat and larynx were clear and felt as if they were scrubbed clean. Licking his claw of the goop, he found it was brighter, clearer, practically sterilised. He turned around, expecting to find the green earth mare standing over him again.

“Wow are you okay?” he asked, walking around to where her head lay on the grass, physically exhausted. “Sorry about that, I’m pretty tough… I didn’t get a chance to warn you before you ate me…”

“U-urrrgh,” muttered Withania, “Yea I discovered that… I think next time I’ll be more careful before trying to eat a… whatever you are…”

“I’m a dracony,” said Fidget, “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine… just… give me a minute.”

Next time… next time I’ll just spray them with the hosepipe… she thought.