Withania sat on a bar stool at the Hidden Appetite bar on the edge of town. A public, but lesser-known venue for those who had an interest in such things. It had been a standard Friday night, ponies arrived for pre-drinks, some moved on, some found a private room - and some a padded corner to engage with each other.
One group that had arrived mid-way through the evening had been a group of young mares giggling with one another, accompanied by a young stallion who looked incredibly out of place. He sat with the mares and sipped an alcoholic drink, trying to pay attention to them, but had little engagement from them.
After the first round, the group of mares made their way to the bathroom, leaving the stallion behind with the table. When Withania glanced back after ordering another drink, she noticed that the mares had not returned. She must've missed them while selecting another cocktail. Apparently so had the stallion, who seemed to keep glancing in the direction of the bathroom, but was obviously realising that he'd been ditched. Withania picked up her drink and walked over to the booth, pushing the mostly finished drinks back to make room for hers.
"Hey there, your friends not coming back?" she said, plopping down on the seat next to him so that her hips pressed into his cutie mark. He glanced down at them, his eyes travelling up her body to her face.
"Ermm..." he stammered, looking toward the bathroom again, "I dunno, I think... I think they left. I don't actually know them."
"You came in with them, right?"
"They picked me up at the pub in town. I... thought I might get lucky." He looked incredibly sheepish at this confession, but Withania smiled at him.
"You're aware of what this place is, right? Did you know before you arrived?" she asked with a sideways glance. He was probably lucky it was quiet tonight, and she was the first to approach him.
"Yea... I know about this place. I er... never had the courage to come here on my own."
"H'mm. What's your name kid?"
"Ci-cinnamon Swirl," he stammered, glancing at Withania nervously.
"H'mm, I'm quite partial to cinnamon," remarked Withania, "I'd offer to walk you home or something, but then again... do you still want to get lucky tonight?" Cinnamon's eyes went wide at this offer and he quickly took another gulp of his drink.
"Wi-wi-with you?!" he said, "I-I mean, are you sure? I didn't mean that I wouldn't want to I mean I'm just surprised you're offering are you sure?"
She placed a hoof on his nose to stop him talking.
"Yes, I'm sure. My name's Withania Nightshade, and I'd be delighted to save your evening."
"Y-yes please!" replied Cinnamon, crossing his legs to try and disguise a growing sign of enthusiasm. Withania took another gulp of her cocktail and then reached for a while squeezy bottle from the selection of condiments at the end of the table. She leaned into Cinnamon, causing him to lean away from her nervously until he had to put on hoof back to keep himself up.
Now his hooves were out of the way, Withania opened the bottle with her teeth, winking at him as she did so, and upturned it over his chest. A thin drizzle of liquid icing poured out, which she zig-zagged over his chest, up to his face, and then as he licked his lips automatically, she moved down to his crotch.
"Lay back," she instructed, "Now you’re nice and glazed, I think it's fitting that you get to taste me first. As a treat. Don't be shy, let your 'friend' down there go where it wants to..."
Cinnamon gulped, laying back fully on the bench seat and opening his legs to reveal an erect cock bouncing out from between his thighs. The mare bearing over him straddled the bench seat and moved up so that her curvy hips were over his crotch, and she leaned down to kiss him, licking the icing off of his nose on the way.
Once Cinnamon's lips had stopped quivering - or at least calmed down a little bit - Withania flicked her tail aside to reveal her slick flower, and expertly descended down onto the young stallion's shaft, taking in his entire length to the hilt in one go. She felt him buck slightly in response, but with her weight on top of him, he couldn't go far.
"Mmmm, easy honey, just let yourself settle, and work into it... you know what to do..." she moaned into his mouth between kisses."
Cinnamon was obviously unpractised, but these movements came naturally, and he pushed up, and then pulled back, creating a space between them where he could thrust in and out, letting her sweet smelling fluids spread over his cock and crotch evenly.
His breathing was fast, his heartbeat deafening in his ears, but Withania was patient with him, keeping to his rhythm and ensuring he could move his hips without too much effort. He broke out of their kiss and buried his face into her chest fluff, his eyes tight shut in concentration.
Withania smiled with pleasure, working her hips to keep him in line. He was building up fast, much too fast for a good ride, but she was expecting this to happen.
"Hnnn-" he gasped, realising that he was about to cum and it was far too late to dial back, and then gasped as he thrust back into Withania and pumped his seed into her velvet passage. "Aaaahhhh, ah no, I'm sorry!"
"It's alright," cooed Withania, kissing his forehead, "I did say it would be just a taste... This is your treat tonight, and I'll have mine before we're done anyway..."
She sat down on his bony hips, engulfing his pulsing length and flexing her vaginal muscles to ensure he got the most from his climax, before bending her head down to his chest and licking the icing that was drizzled over him. He glanced down, panting, and caught her eye. He knew what was coming next. Was it too late to back out? Perhaps it was best to quit while he was ahead... but that would be even ruder than being a two-minute ride...
"Umm, I don't have a reformation spell..." he admitted.
She licked his nose, leaving a smear of white icing on it, and said; "You don't need one with me. I'm not your average earth mare, and a ride in me will be quite different to what you would've had with one of those preppy town girls."
"Now," she continued, "Which doorway do you want to take? Down the hatch, or up the snatch?"
"Ummm- unbirth... would be nice?" he said, staring down the underside of her body at her dripping folds. She smirked at him, although not unkindly, and shuffled backwards, plopping her padded rump onto the bench. Without saying anything, she took his hind hooves in her forehooves, and guided them between her legs.
"Unbirth it is..." she said, gently wiping his hooves on the excess fluids on her thighs. She gently pressed them into her flower, easing her legs open a little wider, and then shimmed closer to him. "Now, every time I move closer, just straighten your legs again, nice and easy. Once I'm past your hips I'll do all the work."
He did as she told him to, and gingerly pushed his hind legs into her curvaceous rump each time she scooched up toward him. A hot, wet, warmth enveloped his hooves and hocks, plush and pulsating, alive and hungry. He was afraid of stretching her too much, but despite the proportional differences, her folds opened wider and wider with each push, slipping up past his calves and up his thighs. His heart resumed its pounding, and with the reality of his circumstances kicking in, his stallionhood began to bob back into life again, raising up like a flagpole to symbolise his approval.
"Mmmm, that's great, Cinnamon, you feel wonderful inside me, I can't wait for the rest of you..." she said, massaging his hips with her forehooves as she pulled herself closer to his midsection. She lowered her head once again and in a surprising display of flexibility, took half of his quivering shaft into her mouth at once, pressing down on it with her tongue tugging gently at the flare. The squeak from Cinnamon's end of the bench almost made her crease up with delight at how much he was enjoying this.
"Now fold your hind legs, they're going into my womb. You need to brace yourself as I push over your hips, and then tuck in your forelegs ok?"
Cinnamon nodded eagerly, watching intently as his body continued to disappear between a large pair of green thighs, forming a growing bulge in her abdomen. Withania grabbed the table and bench and pulled hard, thrusting her hips over his with a wet squelch that pressed Cinnamon's standing cock up against his belly. As they settled, her engorged clit rubbed down its length, eliciting a shudder of delight from both ponies.
Withania closed her eyes and flexed her hips once again. Her contraction pulled Cinnamon in up to his waist, his cock squeezing in and flaring again as he fought valiantly to hold back another orgasm.
"Hooves please, Cinnamon honey, it's a bit awkward when the forelegs are left sticking out..." Cinnamon grunted in response and brought his hooves down to either side of where his cock tip poked down from her folds. She nodded at him, and he gingerly pressed his hooves into her opening, careful to dig into his own waistline to avoid stretching her uncomfortably.
Now his forelegs were trapped, he suddenly felt helpless in front of her. His hind legs were folded in a hot and wet space somewhere inside her body, coated in liquid. His hips and waist were now gripped by a tight tube of flesh that pulsated against him, tugging and pulling with each beat of Withania's heart, and Withania herself looked down at him with kitchen eyes and licked her lips with one hoof stroking her rounding belly where the stallion was steadily folding into.
She pulled once again and Cinnamon nearly yelped as his entire body slid along the bench, dragged into her inner sanctum to fold up with his hind legs. His chest was now ringed by her labia, her hind hooves on either side of his head. A deeper, almost churning sensation was stirring somewhere inside her, basting his body inside with something, massaging him into position. Even if he'd struggled with all his might now, he was past the point of no return. It was almost a relief.
Withania pulled again, and the young stallion's shoulders slipped into her passage with a plop, leaving his head smushed up against her now constricting pussy. She smiled down at him and tousled his hair with her hoof.
"There we go honey, hardest bit is over now. How do you feel?"
He licked his lips, clearing his muzzle of the sweet sticky fluid seeping out over his face and nodded eagerly. "W-warm, you're so warm inside... and soft. But- will I be able to breathe inside?"
"You'll find you just want more of my nectar in you. You'll see. Now... while you're down there... would you mind?" Withania rubbed her hoof against the end of her pussy, grinding it against his mouth, and he understood. She couldn’t quite reach over the huge bulge of her swollen body.
Crossing his eyes to see, Cinnamon began to lick and suckle on her clit and labia, slurping the excess of golden nectar leaking out. It was almost like syrup, sweet and alluring... he breathed in its aroma, almost wishing he could breathe it literally. His tongue was getting tired, but he was determined to get this right, and by the way in which Withania was subconsciously moving her hips back and forth, he sensed that she was getting close.
"That's it, Cinnamon, almost there, just keep doing that..." she whispered, using her hoof to aid him. With both of them feverishly working at her button, she bit her lip and pulled her hips back, tensing for her orgasm.
"Thank you," said Cinnamon, sensing his last chance to speak directly to her, and then a bubble of fluids squirted onto his face, and her vaginal muscles grabbed him from deep inside, pulling his head under.
Withania's flower closed over the crest of his head with a squelch of nectar, and it was just her on the bench, an enormous bulge from her abdomen moving and quivering of its own accord. The green earth mare rubbed her hooves around her huge mound with a happy coo of pleasure and lay back on the bench to wallow in her afterglow.
Inside, Cinnamon was worked into a fetal position as Withania's womb churned a viscous liquid all over his body. His hind hooves and legs were already soaked through and almost felt bendy, able to squash to make room for his upper body that had been slower to follow. The sound of Withania's heart and the rush of fluids around her body was strong in his ears, the outside world completely smothered by the wall of flesh that now enclosed him.
I'm inside her womb, he thought to himself, hooves pressing against the plush walls embracing him, I'm hers now... part of her body...
Withania found her cocktail and gulped down the last of it, hormones on fire and blood pumping. Her womb was kneading the young stallion into shape, working her thicker, stronger nectar into his body. Very quickly it softened him until he was smoothed out into a ball. He couldn't move in there, but her body generated excess oxygen that would keep him awake and aware as he began to melt down in her innermost chamber.
She pressed a hoof into her bulge every now and then to check his progress. Soon he turned from firm and unyielding to soft and spongy, and her body began absorbing the slurry it had made of him, sending his mass to her thighs and rump, and a little extra padding to her belly for good measure.
Cinnamon's mind melted into a stupor of sexual stimulation, every nerve in his body on fire with the sensation of being absorbed by Withania, and a spreading feeling guided him to his new home on her rump, where he felt the tension of a soft mass supported by sturdy hips and a green coat. He should've been worried about not having brought a reformation spell. But he wasn't. He should've been anxious about when Withania would release him to be reborn, but he wasn't.
All he could think about was a soft warmth, and the eager anticipation of her sitting on top of him, her weight pressing down and stretching him out under her. And that was all he needed now.
“Now it’s just a question of how long I keep you onboard for…” said Withania, digging a hoof into her plush cutie mark. “I think we’ll take the weekend and see how I feel…”
