Author's Note

Many thanks to Silvak for commissioning Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash to stay at Hotel Nightshade!

Pinkie & Rainbow

“Are you sure this is the right place? It doesn’t look like a hotel,” muttered Rainbow Dash, looking up at the house Pinkie Pie had brought her to. It was a nice enough house. The garden was rich and vibrant, without the soul-less precision of a sculpted palace garden, and the house was small and cosy looking. But it didn’t look like a bed and breakfast, let alone a hotel.

“I told you, this isn’t a normal hotel!” said Pinkie Pie, nudging her friend with an exaggerated wink. “We’re going on a special journey together into a pony, and sleeping as plants!” Rainbow opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the front door being opened by Withania.

“Oh, good afternoon!” she said, delighted to see such recognisable faces at her door, but uncertain as to why. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We’re checking in!” said Pinkie enthusiastically, “It’s my birthday this week, and Rainbow said she’d treat me to a weekend at the place of my choice - and having heard about your little operation here I absolutely had to come and try it out for myself!”

Withania’s face flicked to surprise, but quickly to acceptance. It didn’t take much thought to realise that nothing remained a secret to Pinkie Pie, and she was quite bonkers enough to want to try Withania’s services out herself.

“Alright, if you’d like to follow me into the kitchen, I need you to fill out my sign-in sheet, and then we can get started whenever you’re ready. This way-”

“Already done!” said Pinkie, digging one hoof into the vast cloud of her mane and pulling out a two folded sheets of paper. Withania opened them and skimmed the text.

“I… I don’t hand these out…”

“That’s okay it was no trouble to get a couple myself! That’s Rainbow Dash and me all covered and signed for!” said Pinkie.

“I didn’t sign mine…” said Rainbow, looking concerned about paperwork.

“Pinkie Pie’s gotcha covered! I signed for you, Rainbow.”

“I’m not sure if you’re allowed to do that, Pinkie… Is she allowed to do that?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Uh… look, as long as everyone’s consenting then that’s good enough for me… You do know what I do here, right?”

Rainbow blushed slightly, looking away and seeing the various plants and jars around the hallway. “Y-yes… But I promised Pinkie that we could do what she wanted. I can handle this! I’ll do it!”

“That’s the spirit! Look at Withania’s rump!” cheered Pinkie, suddenly moving alarmingly fast and hugging Withania’s curvy hips, “How many ponies have you got stocked up there. Withi? Can they hear us?”

“Aah! Uh… just the one today, and no, they can’t hear you. They can probably feel you squeezing though… Um, let’s get started then!” She lead them back into the living room and pulled out her floor mat in a practised motion. “Rainbow, perhaps you’d like to go first, and then Pinkie will be here as well to make you feel more comfortable?”

Rainbow lay down on her belly self-consciously in the middle of the mat as Withania assumed her normal position at the end of it. She winced as Withania picked up her hooves, but Withania quickly noticed this and changed her hold. It wasn’t the first time she’d encountered a pony who was a little sensitive at the hoof, although some liked that. She couldn’t see Rainbow’s face from this angle, but Pinkie could more easily see her friend, and that seemed right for this scene.

“Wooah, ok this feels weird!” gasped Rainbow as she felt Withania’s throat clench around her hind legs. Withania paused, waiting to see if Rainbow was going to bail, but Pinkie Pie clutched her friend’s cheeks in a tight squeeze.

“And it’s only getting weirder from here!” she whispered, giving a wink to signal Withania that she could keep going. Rainbow wasn’t struggling past a gentle wriggle of her legs, just testing if she was truly stuck or not. Withania quickly answered that question by taking an expert large-size gulp, progressing straight up the pegasus’ thighs and to her toned rump. Rainbow shivered and squeaked, sensing the warm wetness of Withania’s mouth at her nethers. Withania hadn’t done this deliberately, but when swallowing a pony hindlegs-first, it was more or less unavoidable.

Pinkie took this cue to lean in and press her lips into Rainbow’s for a deep sensual kiss, clearly aiming to start the foreplay as soon as possible. Withania could tell exactly where this was likely to go, and her own nethers twitched in response. She began to coordinate with Pinkie, gently taking in inch after inch of the pegasus in time with each of Pinkie’s kisses, so that Rainbow felt herself being both pushed into Withania, and pulled in by her swallows at the same time. Curiously, Rainbow was falling into a surprisingly docile state, folding her wings in time for Withania to gulp down her cutie marks and start working up her back and belly.

“How’s it feel, Dashie?” asked Pinkie Pie. Her voice had gone slightly softer, almost into the sensual ranges. “You’re being swallowed whole, and then Withania’s going to eat me, and both of us will be squished together inside her belly like a jelly doughnut!”

Withania leaned back so that her throat could straighten, and Rainbow slipped slowly down until Withania’s lips closed around her neck. Pinkie sauntered up and put her forelegs around Withania, pulling her close and kissing Rainbow again. Her forehooves moved down Withania’s body, feeling out the bulge of her belly and pressing in to find the outline of Rainbow trapped inside.

“This… this is sorta nice,” admitted Rainbow, “Uh… thanks for being gentle, Withania, we’re about done now right?”

“Nope!” answered Pinkie, “I’ll be seeing you in just a minute!” And with that, she gave Rainbow one last kiss before putting her forehoof on the blue snout and gently pushing it into Withania’s open mouth. Withania swallowed, the bulge of Rainbow’s head moving down her throat and vanishing into the huge mound of her belly. “This is amazing!” continued Pinkie, administering more attention to Withania’s round body.

“Whew, well done, Rainbow,” said Withania, “Scary bit’s over! Pinkie, heads or tails?”

“Heads for me!” said Pinkie Pie, grabbing Withania’s jaws and hinging them open again to stuff herself inside. Withania yelped, but was quickly muffled as Pinkie shoved her entire head in. Before Withania could figure out how she was going to tackle her second course, Pinkie climbed onto the bulging shelf of belly, and used it as a foothold to push herself into poor Withania’s stretching jaws.

“Pinkie!” came Rainbow’s muffled voice from inside Withania, “Careful you’ll make her choke! And also you’re stepping on my head, and I’m up to my neck in this sweet watery stuff!”

“I’ll be there soon!” came Pinkie’s equally muffled reply from somewhere in Withania’s esophagus.

Withania herself decided to steady herself as best she could and let Pinkie get on with climbing into her belly. She felt like a stretchy sack, with one pony already anchoring her to the floor and another unceremoniously tumbling down her neck. Pinkie was up to her flanks, and here she became stuck. Unable to push anymore, and unable to wriggle her own padded rump through Withania’s mouth, she was simply kicking the air. Withania balanced herself and reached up with her forelegs, sinking her hooves into Pinkie’s soft and plush cheeks to give them a shove.

“Ulp!” she gulped, feeling the heavy mass of earth pony drop into her belly to tangle up with the pegasus already there. She flopped onto her back in exhaustion, letting the huge mound of her stomach flop on top of her. It quivered and bumped, probably more with Pinkie Pie than Rainbow Dash.

“Hey Rainbow! Fancy seeing you in here!” a muffled voice murmured.

“Yeah,” replied the sarcastic tones of Rainbow Dash, “Fancy that. Can you move? Your tail’s in my face…”

“Hold on…”

Pinkie Pie wriggled her body expertly in the soft and slippery confines of Withania’s stomach, the sweet and slightly sticky nectar rapidly basting her coat all over. She found what she was looking for, and nuzzled her way between Rainbow’s thighs to find her friend’s marehood.

“Pinkie! That’s not what I mea- ahhh!”

Rainbow clenched up around Pinkie’s head, hugging the rest of her friend instinctively. The watery fluid was filling up all the gaps around their entangled body, bathing them like a water balloon filling up at a tap. While she was distracted by Pinkie’s tongue working her velvet folds apart, the liquid passed over her head entirely, forcing her to start gulping down mouthfuls. She lasted for a few seconds of this until she choked reflexively, and her lungs flooded with the stuff.

Pinkie Pie wasn’t far behind, but she seemed to already know what was going to happen here, and just sucked in as much as she could right away without a second thought. And then immediately began to eat out her friend again. The plush walls of Withania’s belly sealed around them, squeezing and kneading as the digesting nectar marinaded into their bodies.

Rainbow took deep lungfuls of the oxygenated nectar, feeling it swirl around inside her at the same time that Pinkie seemed to be breathing it into her pussy. The feeling of being trapped in place by soft fleshy walls of the stomach and Pinkie’s own soft mass, instead of by straps or rope, was incredibly sensual - she instinctively found her way between the pudgy thighs of Pinkie and began to lap away in sympathy. The texture was lush, while the taste was sweetened by the ever-present nectar.

As the two ponies ate each other out, their bodies slowly turned softer and softer, melding together into a spherical blob of pinkie and blue that interlocked in the middle. When they both finally climaxed, their mutual jerking movements pressed into each other, mixing the colours like oil paint in water. Their minds swam with the high of their stimulation mixed with the sensation of their bodies melting into a liquid that mixed together with the nectar dissolving them. Eventually, there was nothing left but their own pleasure, the two mares unsure where one ended and the other began, each feeling enveloped by the other, while both feeling wrapped up and contained in the sweet bath of Withania’s belly.

There was no doubt in Withania’s mind that both her clients had immensely enjoyed their “check-in”, which was a relief to her given their high-profile in Ponyville - and Equestria alike. She waited patiently until she was certain they were both no longer aware of the world in a literal sense anymore and rolled onto her front, belly gurgling as the pony soup inside her sloshed around.

“Sleep well, Rainbow and Pinkie,” she said, giving her belly a press with one hoof. It was a little too early for bed, but she was far too big around the middle to do any gardening. Instead, she trundled out to the greenhouse and spent some time watering and maintaining a few other guests currently growing in pots. The motion would help mix up her stomach even further, only adding to her new guests’ comfort.

Morning came and Withania was sat out in the garden on a wooden tray. She stood up and checked behind her. “Huh… only one seed today? Someone’s taking their time…”

She rinsed the seed under the tap and inspected it. It was on the large side, but other than that she couldn’t decide if it was Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie. Most of the time she could tell on a hunch, from the size, weight, and feel of one of her seeds who was hibernating inside - but this time she was stumped. Not that it mattered, it would be one of the girls from last night, and the other would probably follow soon. She decided to plant the seed right away, just in case it was a slow-grower.

The weather forecast this weekend was perfect for Withania’s hotel - occasional showers made for ripe growing conditions. Under the steady patter of raindrops, the seed took root and consciously broke the surface of the tilled soil around it. Over the course of the next day it reached up, growing tall and slender - so much so that Withania opted to place a cane in the ground for it to gently wrap itself around. The leaves seemed to have a unique rainbow sheen to them, green at first glance, but with a ripple of colour under the sunlight. Withania assumed that it must be Rainbow Dash, until she came back out the next day to find a lusciously soft pink flower bud, nearly big enough for an alicorn. Its petals also had the same colourful reflection, but the main colour of pink matched Pinkie Pie’s coat perfectly.

Inside the bud, a pony was forming. They dreamed about parties and smiles, but also of flight and the clear skies. Their entrapment within the plant was soothing, yet they didn’t feel alone or cutoff - something or someone was with them, and echo in the back of their mind, a second thought, or a guiding light. With no fear, she gazed up at the bright sun as her petals bloomed open around her.

“Good morning!” said a voice from below, “Did you sleep well?”

The pony looked down over the pink petals around her to see Withania standing a few feet below, with a set of folding steps she’d set up in front of the flower. As Withania saw the occupant, her expression quickly changed to surprise and amazement - but also the unmistakable flash of concern.

“We… I… Great, thank you…” said the pony, gently stepping down onto the flagstones with a flutter of wings. She saw her own reflection in the glass walls of the greenhouse and stared. Her coat was a light lavender hue, while her mane hung in waves that looked moments away from springing into curls, but never did. Both her mane and tail were pastel pink at the base, but radiated stripes of orange and then red in one direction, and yellow followed by green in the other.

“Umm, Rainbow?” asked Withania, making a wild guess and gauging the response, “Or Pinkie?”

“I’m Pinkie, duh!” replied the pegasus, “Wait… no I’m Rainbow Dash, silly!”

“I… I think you’re both…” said Withania, realising what had happened. Or at least, figuring out what had happened. She’d never seen this before. “You both must’ve mixed together so much that you’ve merged and regrown as a single pony - are you both okay?”

“I feel- I mean, We feel great! I’ve got wings, I feel like I have to fly! I’ve got so much energy, and it’s a new day! Rainbow Pie is ready to take on the world! Or Pinkie Dash?”

The pegasus seemed to be confused as to who they were, but definitely seemed to be falling into the first person identification, mused Withania. They seemed to be a total mix of the two ponies she’d ingested two days ago, now inseparable and thinking as one.

“I think I want to call myself Sprinkle Rain…” said the fusion, “It’s cute, but also has a cool ring to it. What’s wrong, Withania? Are you ok?”

Withania blinked as she thought hard about what was happening. “Me? I’m more worried about you… I… You should be two ponies… I have to fix this!”

“Well maybe… but we could have some fun first! I… I love this, I’ve never been so close to either Pinkie or Rainbow before! She right here with me, she is me!”

Withania had to admit that she was excited about the concept they’d discovered. This was an entirely new line of investigation… she had couples who were growing as intertwined plants, sharing the same plant pot, but this was on a whole new level. Imagine being able to combine two ponies into a single being, to let them experience each other’s thoughts and feelings as a single mind!

“This is pretty amazing I’ll admit… but I can’t leave you like this. If I can figure out how to split you apart again, I promise we can do it all again anytime you like - but I don’t feel right while we don’t fully know how to reverse this.”

“How would you reverse this?” asked Sprinkle Rain, “I mean, I’m one pony… it’s not like you can just cut me in half.”

“Well, not while you’re a pony, no… I’ll need to turn you into a plant again. We’ll prune you into two plants - don’t worry that won’t hurt - and then I’ll have to breed you apart over several generations of regrowth until I’ve got a Pinkie Pie plant and a Rainbow Dash plant. I could probably do it in a week or so if I put my mind to it, quick enough that we don’t need to tell anyone that I fused two elements of harmony together in a kinky retreat session…”

“Ok ok,” cut in Sprinkle, eyes up at the sky again, “Just, I want to enjoy this first, hold on a sec I’ll be right back!”

Before Withania could reply, Sprinkle Rain launched herself into the air, pumping her wings to gain as much speed as she could. The ground fell away, replaced with the rush of air and the wind in her mane. Half of her felt the familiar freedom and thrill of flight, while the other half exploded with excitement as if it were the first time she’d ever flown. She flew with the knowledge and skill of a Wonderbolts veteran, but the wonder and excitement of a filly having left the ground for the first time. She soared around southern Ponyville, wingtips flittering as she banked, and then feeling weightless as she caught an updraft from the nearby forest and glided on it.

“Well, Sprinkle Rain, what do I think?” she said to herself. She knew in the back of her mind that this couldn’t be permanent. But Withania said a week minimum… she’d miss Pinkie Pie’s birthday party. Everyone would miss the party. Or there’d be a party with no Pinkie Pie or Rainbow Dash there. “What if… what if I go to the party. It’d be awesome! Think of the look on Twilight’s face when she sees me! We could tell them how this happened… Maybe Withania could fuse more of us together!”

She looked down again, remembering that she’d left Withania in her garden. Surely if Withania could split her, she could do that any time...

Taking aim for the glint of the large greenhouse on the end of Ponyville’s southmost road, she turned to head back, faster than falling speed. Her heart thudded with adrenaline, but her brain and her muscles knew exactly what they were doing, and with pinpoint accuracy, she thudded down exactly where she’d started in front of a slack-jawed Withania.

“Alright, are you ready? We should probably get on with it, since I don’t know how long this is going to take…” said Withania.

“Well, I was thinking,” said Sprinkle Rain, “I don’t want to miss my party that starts tomorrow. I’m going to go as I am. It’ll be fine, I’ll explain everything, you won’t get into trouble! And then, later on, I’ll come back and we can do… your plant stuff…”

Withania pursed her lips in concern. She didn’t really want Sprinkle Rain to leave the garden, but she couldn’t force her to stay. Plus, it made little difference if she unfused her now or next week anyway - there wasn’t really any harm in doing it her way.

“Alright then. But don’t leave it too long okay? I really don’t know what the long term effects of this could be. Make the most of it and then come right back. When do you think you’ll be ready?”

Sprinkle Rain turned and crouched again, preparing to take off. “Uhh… maybe a week, possibly a month... I’ll get back to you!”

There was a swish and a draft that blew Withania’s mane askew, and Sprinkle Rain was gone again, already a hundred feet into the sky.