Hotel Calivorenia

Ocean Blanket walked up the garden path to the last house on the street. It was more of a cul-de-sac than a street, since it only had a few cottages on it, and didn’t lead anywhere as it was already the edge of town. He wasn’t even sure that this was the right place. The directions he was following were vague, although they did insist that the location was quite unassuming. But the house did match the description, a bright and well-kept garden, and a huge rear garden visible from the side, with a greenhouse almost as big as the cottage itself.

The earth pony hesitated for a moment. Once he knocked on the door, there might be no turning back. But if everything he’d heard was true, he was about to embark on the vacation of his dreams. He knocked decisively, two times, and then sat down. It was done now. The door opened and a green earth pony with a terracotta mane looked out at him.

“Hello, can I help you?” she asked.

“Uh, perhaps you can... is… is this the Hotel Nightshade?” he replied, The mare in the doorway’s expression turned from innocent curiosity to a sly smile in an instant.

“It is… please, come in…” she replied, pulling the door open and inviting him over the threshold. He stepped over into a narrow hall, which lead into either a living room or toward a kitchen at the back of the house. The mare indicated for him to follow her into the kitchen, leading the way with a shapely rear that he couldn’t help but stare at as she walked with an exaggerated swing in her step. “My name is Withania Nightshade. If you know about my hotel, I trust you’re already familiar with the service I provide? Are you looking to check-in, or just making enquiries?”

As he’d been told, Withania was clearly a plant lover and avid gardener - apparently, that was her main profession - so it wasn’t surprising that there were countless indoor plants of varying shapes and sizes in every corner. Many of them had a tag or label hanging over them or poking out from the soil bearing what seemed to be a cutie mark. As they entered the kitchen, there was a shelf of jars along the back wall, each one containing a large seed the diameter of a hoof. Some had two or more inside, and as with the plants, were meticulously labelled with either cutie mark symbols or handwriting that couldn’t be read at a distance. They sat down at the kitchen table, which was empty save for another jar of large seeds. Curiously, this one was entirely unlabelled.

“Uh… Well, I came looking just to see if this place- I mean, if your hotel really existed, but truth be told I’m quite prepared to check-in immediately. But I’m a little unsure what questions to ask… the staff at the Hidden Appetite were adamant that I should come and see you in person.”

Withania opened the jar on the table as Ocean spoke and took out a seed at random. Without breaking eye contact with him she opened her mouth, revealing its inside to be as green as her coat, and carefully placed the seed on her tongue before closing her mouth again and deliberately swallowing. Ocean Blanket watched wide-eyed as a prominent bulge appeared at the very top of her throat, before moving down her neck and vanishing into her chest.

“Well,” she said slowly, enjoying his reaction, “As I’m sure you’ve heard, I have some rather unique talents, principle of which is that I can swallow a pony whole, and melt their body into my personal nectar. Their essence, that is, their mind and soul, is condensed into a seed that I… leave behind.” She gestured to the jar on the tablet, and Ocean’s gaze locked onto it again. He had heard about this, and he’d seen the jars in her house - but hearing her say it while it was right in front of him, the seeds were ponies. Did that mean the plants…?

“Additionally,” she continued, following his gaze to the seeds and then to the house plants, “I can grow the seeds not just back into the original pony, but alternatively into a tamer plant. As a seed or a plant, I can keep them indefinitely, and then return them to normal within a day. And finally, of course, there’s an optional intermediate stage where a pony’s essence remains stored as part of my own body.” Here she places one forehoof prominently on her nightshade cutie mark, indicating exactly what that extra padding Ocean had seen as she walked was.

“When you say ‘indefinitely’…”

“My guests can choose the length of their stay, and I carefully record each one so that when their checkout day arrives, I can regrow them, and they leave the following morning. Some stay for a few days, some a few weeks. Some also ask me to pick a checkout day at random between a range, so they are left uncertain as to how long they will be stored for.

“I also offer a rotation service, where guests can spend time on the hip, as a seed, and as a plant, to experience all my services. They can also choose, within reason, the manner in which they are initially transformed.”

Ocean’s heart was thumping at the possibilities before him. The idea of being trapped as an… object… that this mare would manipulate and store like a product on a shelf was intoxicating. Although the logistics of it seemed highly dangerous… What if he got lost, or mislabeled, and was stuck forever?

“What are these seeds?” he said, gesturing to the jar on the table. “They don’t seem to be labelled.”

“Oh these?” Withania took out another seed and casually swallowed it whole, licking her lips with her green tongue. “Some of my guests specifically ask to be lost in the system. They are anonymous here, I’m not sure who they are, but I eat them at random, and then they end up in the garden, or back on my hips. Sometimes I put them in a drawer for a week. Eventually, the seed will grow somewhere at random and they get released, but there’s no guarantee when that will be. I wouldn’t recommend this service for a first-timer… but now you know it exists…”

“Are they aware of what’s happening? Can they feel or sense anything?” Ocean hadn’t noticed is, but he was leaning forward, hanging onto her every word and drinking in the concept of being part of her nursery for the duration of his holiday.

“It varies, but most ponies experience their stay here in a dream-like state. They have no direct senses, but the mind fills in the blanks, making them feel however they imagine it to be like. Time passes intermittently, with certain moments dragging out as they become aware of the sensation of being tightly packed into a small space while I move them around, while days of sitting on a shelf blur together. Plants are more consistent, with some physical sentience, and a steady passage of time. Plants experience time at a greatly reduced speed, so the world around them seems to move very quickly. As a result, a week as a plant can seem like only a day.”

“And… and what about your ass- I mean, your hips?”

Withania smiled again, her bedroom eyes on full-beam. “I’m told that I’m very soft and comfy. And the motion of my walk followed by the press of me sitting down is most enjoyable.”

“Oh my. Um, I would… very much like to check-in. May I have your rotation service? The full tour, so to speak? I have two weeks of vacation if that’s enough time…”

“Absolutely,” she said, producing a sheet of paper from a drawer under the table. “Please fill out this form, it confirms your personal details, the specifics of your stay, and a brief disclaimer that you understand the scene in which you wish to partake.”

Ocean Blanket carefully ticked through the boxes, before initialling at the bottom of the form.

“What’s this last bit?” he asked, pointing to the last section, “Willing or Duress, Sated or Wanting?”

“All of my guests are willing to the extent that they checked-in of their own free will, but should you wish, I can use my pollen breath to hypnotise you. This can give you a better sensation of being out of control, it helps some ponies relax, or feel less self-conscious. The other part refers to your sexual desire - I am happy to ensure that you let off some steam, so to speak, as I check you in. Or as some prefer, I can deny that, and you will be transformed with all your pent up energy and no way to release it.”

Ocean blushed at this talk. She was so forward, yet entirely professional in the way she offered herself like this. He knew that he was just another client to her, but her soft voice and friendly demeanour was encouraging. She clearly understood the wants of her clients very well and had a keen interest to make them happy. He ticked the last two boxes and handed the form to Withania, who filed it into another drawer.

“Thank you, follow me please, and we’ll get started.” She walked into the living room, putting on her show for him once again. There was an open space between the sofa and armchairs where a coffee table would usually go. The green mare bent down and pulled a gym matt out from under the sofa, positioning it in the middle of the room, gesturing for Ocean to lay down.

“Forgive me, but I’m a little excited…” he said, nodding downwards to where his shaft was already fully erect between his legs.

“I’d be disappointed if you weren’t,” she replied with a smile. He sat back on the matt as indicated and she stood over him, placing her forehooves on his shoulders for balance as she aligned her shapely rear over his perpendicular mast. Then with expert control, she descended, her green pussy parting to let his cock slip inside inch by inch. Ocean expected her to ease into this - but as if she was larger inside than she was out, he watched in astonishment as his entire length vanished between her thighs until she was sitting on him, her pleasant weight pinning him down.

She drew him into a long kiss, letting him relax in his position, before gently rocking back and forth so that his length inside her was stimulated from base to tip. His guard lowered and she felt the tension leave his shoulders as his hips moved in unison with her own. There was no room for him to thrust, but her clutch on his stallionhood was so absolute that he didn’t even have to. He leaned up to continue the kiss, and she opened her mouth so that his nose pushed inside. Her tongue licked the underside of while chin as her lips pressed on top of his muzzle, hinting at what was going to happen next. He didn’t pull back, and taking it as a cue, she opened her mouth wide - impossibly wide, but with evident ease. Ocean saw a cave of green, lined with golden hues of a sweet-smelling saliva, funnelling to the back of Withania’s maw, where he was destined to end up. The cave grew in size, stretching past his field of vision until she had gently enveloped his head.

He doubted himself for a moment, fearing he might climax into here there and then - just as everything was starting - but she was more skilled than that. With great care, she rationed out the amount of movement he had to hump his crotch against hers so that he could maintain a strong erection without going into runaway. Unable to see what was going on anymore, he felt her take his forelegs from her flanks and place them against his sides. His heartbeat quickened further as he sensed the pivotal moment approaching. Right now, she could just release him, or he could pull back - this could be stopped. But any moment now, she was going to swallow and drag his body into her own, imprisoning him there until nothing remained. By all accounts, he was already trapped. Perhaps not by force, but coercion. In the midst of his sexual fantasy he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, she could sit back and command him to climb down her throat and he would do it without a second thought.

Withania meanwhile, was deaf to the rush of thoughts and emotion in her newest guest and pressed herself over his body down to the chest. This was about as far as she could go while he was still hilting inside her, and so she clenched herself around his throbbing shaft, drawing forth his climax, pulling it from him to keep for herself. And climax he did, at her command his cock quivered and tensed before pulsing with a surge of hot liquid seed - all of which was mixed into the thick nectar dripping from her pussy like milk into tea. She waited so he could appreciate the moment, and as soon as he relaxed in her grasp she pulled her hips away from him to a better angle for swallowing.

And swallow she did - with firm pressure she forced herself over him, gulping down his torso and then his flanks, cramming his body into her own. Her neck was bulging out, straining with the mass of stallion squeezed inside, until she swallowed his hindquarters down to push everything along. The bulge moved through her chest and ballooned out her belly into an irregular shape of limbs and bumps that squirmed and traced lines against their fleshy prison.

“Ulp! Here we are,” said Withania, rubbing her neck with one hoof as it eased back down to normal size, “This will be your room for the next hour or so, I think you’ll find the pool is heated, and quite drinkable. Now we’ll get started with your complimentary massage, and you can try out the delightfully soft bedding that is my ass…”

With some effort owing to the size of her belly, she rolled over onto her front so that the weight of her hips and upper body pressed down onto the writhing green bulge her stomach was making. Next, she gently gyrated her flanks, letting her leaking pussy and vagina smoosh against the solid lump of Ocean’s head resting between her hips. It would take a little time for her nectar to really break the pony down - however, that just meant she could pleasure herself on him first.

This was one of her favourite parts, just as her new guest thought that the main event was over, they would find themselves still being pinned and dominated by the mare who had just eaten them. The inside of her thighs squeezed and rubbed on their body, working her nectar into their skin.

As Ocean’s snout pressed up against Withania’s nethers from the inside, she felt a lump move inside her, being pushed through extremities of her gut. She moaned and a nectar-slicked seed slowly eased out from under her tail, dropping to the floor - which she ignored. This would be one of the anonymous guests that she’d eaten earlier at the table. Swallowing a whole pony tended to push everything else through a little faster to make more room. She knew there was a second one to come, so she clenched up as best she could, letting the pressure build as she continued to grind on Ocean’s head, pressing him down against the floor and kneading him inside her belly.

“Mmmm Ocean, can you feel that bulge just above your nose?” she said. The enveloped stallion would be softening up now, but because her voice literally surrounded him, she knew he would still hear. “That’s a seed, and after I’m finished with you, you’ll end up just like that. Keep it in mind, because you’re about to turn into mush…”

Withania pushed herself down particularly hard as she said this, causing the pressure in her rear to overcome her clenching - and the second seed she’d swallowed popped out onto the floormat. The sudden motion and release tipped her over the edge, and she hit her climax. Her thighs clamped around the bulge of her belly, she hugged herself with both forelegs, and she felt Ocean Blanket inside her deform in shape, his body turning into thick goop. At the same time, her orgasm triggered another response from her body - yet another of her guests that had been previously resting on her flanks had condensed back into a new seed within her womb. She could feel this third seed press out of her inner chambers and pass down her velvet passage to ooze out from her folds.

“Looks like you’ll have the penthouse to yourself, Ocean,” she teased, lifting herself up from the floor on slightly shaky legs. “It’s about time for that pony to check out. Time for a cup of tea while you thin out a little more, and then we’ll go and plant these seeds I think.”

Her belly had shrunk in enough to clear the floor now, and with a sway and a wobble, she waddled out of the living room to put the kettle on. She carefully rinsed the three seeds of her nectar. The two anonymous seeds she threw out of the open window, to land anywhere and grow haphazardly where they landed, while the third one she carefully attached a wax paper label to, indicating the pony trapped within. Her belly grumbled and gurgled away as the remains of Ocean bubbled into her watery nectar, swirling around to be absorbed into her gut, and later on into her hips. She would sleep well tonight - she always did with fresh pillows to lay on.