Author's Note

Many thanks to Twinkletail for booking a stay at Hotel Nightshade!

Twinkletail

Twinkletail sat at the kitchen table of Hotel Nightshade, staring at the form in front of her. She held a pencil with her magic and ticked a checkbox here and there, while subconsciously holding her yellow-tipped tail in her hooves.

It had taken her quite a while to work up the courage to come here at all, and now despite how nice and gentle Withania seemed to be, she felt even more nervous at the idea of admitting what things she wanted to indulge in during her stay.

“Don’t worry about getting it perfect,” said Withania, arriving back in the kitchen after preparing the living room space as usual. “This is more of a guideline really, mostly to figure out your main interests and any no-go areas. I can usually figure out the minor details as we go, but it’s important for me to know your boundaries.”

Twinkletail nodded nervously and signed the bottom of the form. It was a pretty simple form really, not much but more clarification that she had consented to “stay at the hotel”. Withania guided her back to the living room, where the spongy gym mat was already in place. Twinkle sat down in the middle, and Withania sat in front of her while reading through her form. Her face remained passive, not reacting to any of the choices Twinkle had picked.

“Okay, so you’re going for the ‘soft’ experience, no hurry on regrowing, and then we’ll see where things go from there. Let’s get started!” Withania leaned forward to place a hoof on Twinkle’s flank in order to establish contact, but Twinkle twitched away reflexively.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I’m, I’m just a little embarrassed. I’ve never done anything like this before, at all…”

“That’s okay!” said Withania kindly, “Everyone has their first time, and I think a lot of people - certainly myself - felt very self-conscious when they did it. Are you ready?”

Twinkletail nodded, and Withania started again. She placed her hoof on Twinkle’s hip, moving slowly and letting her get used to the touch, and pulled her a little closer. Next, she leaned in to give her a gentle kiss, just a peck, a brush of the lips - but Twinkle twisted her head as if a fly had passed in front of her eyes. She immediately scrunched up her face in frustration.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Withania with concern. “It’s not too late to back out, and I won’t mind at all. You can always come back another time. Or we can just have tea together if you want?”

“No, no, I really want to do this, I- I just can’t get my nerves down! I’m sorry, Withania, I’m messing this up!”

Withania stopped her by placing a hoof on her nose. “It’s fine, Twinkletail, you’re safe with me, just be yourself. How about we try something different? My breath carries a pollen that relaxes a pony’s mind and… makes them more flexible to my whims. Perhaps we could use a little to help get you in the mood? It won’t take you out of the moment, I promise, it just helps relax you.”

Twinkle looked down nervously. She’d passed on the “Hypnosis” tickbox on the form, but now Withania made it seem quite appealing - something to take away her nerves, and help her enjoy the moment better. She nodded at Withania, indicating her consent.

Normally, Withania didn’t breathe at all, since her plant-nature didn’t require it - but now she took a deep breath, stirring up the pollen that grew in her lungs and gently blew a stream of air at Twinkletail. Her guest blinked and swayed slightly as the alluring scent immediately hit her. Withania followed this up with a gentle kiss to the lips, still breathing her intoxicating aroma into Twinkle’s mouth. This time, her guest did not back away, staying still and allowing Withania to touch her tenderly.

Withania pulled away to check the results. Twinkle’s eyes were half-closed looking dreamy and content, and then suddenly concerned that the source of this sudden happiness had moved away from her. She leaned into Withania and clumsily kissed her back, picking up her hooves and placing them on her hips again. Withania smiled, only too happy to oblige, and drew Twinkletail into an embrace. She slowly steered one hoof around Twinkle’s thigh, drawing a line from her cutie mark around to her belly button, and then slowly moved down, until she found the soft and smooth folds of Twinkle’s marehood.

Twinkle moaned quietly at Withania’s touch, letting herself be kissed and touched, the tension leaving her body as she surrendered to her hostess. Withania drew circles with the tip of her hoof around Twinkle’s folds, gently arousing her until her glistening clit was exposed, before giving it a gentle press. Twinkle shuddered, unable to provide any useful support to their kissing other than smiling in sleepy happiness.

“There we go, Twinkle,” whispered Withania, “That’s nicer, isn’t it? You’re much more comfortable now, although not as comfortable as you will be soon. Why don’t you have a feel of your own? See where you’re staying tonight?”

She guided Twinkle’s hoofs to her own plush hips, and let them press into her soft nightshade cutie marks, rich and cushioned by indulging on countless ponies. Soon Twinkletail would be part of that padding, beyond reach and wallowing in the overwhelming bliss of being squashed and stretched as pudge that moved when Withania walked, pressed when she sat down, or rippled when she gave her hip a judicious slap to keep her guests on edge.

Twinkletail sighed with pleasure, reaching up to Withania’s mouth to kiss her again. Withania responded by opening her mouth suddenly, so that Twinkle’s snout nuzzled against a green tongue, slick with sweet golden nectar, before slowly closing her lips again so that Twinkle was pushed back out. The unicorn blinked and licked her nose, tasting the alluring smell that was filling her brain and drowning out her sense of self-preservation. She reached up again, trying to nuzzle her nose between those lips once more.

Withania playfully avoided her, as if she were a dog trying to lick her face, and then relaxed, opening her mouth wide once again, so that Twinkletail could see down into that green abyss. Without a word, Twinkle jutted her head, horn first, into Withania’s throat. The green walls slipped around her face and enclosed her head, plunging her into a hot, moist darkness that flooded her lungs with more of the scent she was craving, so much that she wanted nothing more than to press on into the depths of Withania’s gentle throat and down the passage beyond.

Withania didn’t leave the choice to her, and tightened her embrace as she pushed her head down over Twinkle’s shoulders, standing up on her hind legs to gain a better angle. Her esophagus greedily accepted the unicorn, pulsing and contracting in waves that dragged Twinkle’s body deeper inside until Withania’s lips reached her flanks.

Twinkletail gave a long moan of pleasure as she was wrapped up within plush walls that squeezed and pulsated around her. She’d been paralysed by her nerves, but then something happened, her nose caught on a scent or taste, and suddenly she had forgotten what she was concerned about. The green pony before her was so soft and gentle, and every touch from her hooves made Twinkle feel delightful. The closer they got, the better she felt, as if her own submission was making her mistress happy, which in turn rewarded her even further. Like a deliciously hot shower, the wet warmth of Withania’s throat engulfed her, pinning her forelegs to her sides, and now she could only quiver with delight as she felt herself being gently chewed and sucked on by the sweet flesh inside of the plant pony.

Tilting her head back, Withania sighed with pleasure, blowing the last cloud of her pollen breath out of her nostrils, the almost invisible dots landing like seasoning on the curvy rump of Twinkletail sticking out her mouth. She waited for the pony to settle in her throat, and then placed her forehoof on the exposed and glistening clit, firmly pushing Twinkle into her esophagus. A few more gulps and Twinkle’s weight broke past the restriction of Withania’s throat, and the unicorn dropped with a plop into a waiting bellyful of nectar.

“A unicorn ensnared by a common earth pony,” she said, giving her rounded belly a judicious rub, “Or a plant, depending on your point of view. Delicious either way. You’ve been swallowed up, Twinkletail, you’re trapped inside me until there’s nothing left of you now. I’m going to take you to bed, and when we wake up, you’ll be a lovely soft layer on my hips. I’ll be testing to make sure you’re fit for purpose too…”

Twinkletail had entered a different world, one where Withania was all around her, a duvet of comfort that she couldn’t escape from even if she wanted to. The influence of Withania’s pollen breath was diluted here, and her mind cleared a little. The faint sense of trepidation returned, but she realised that it was too late to turn back now. She tried to stretch out, feeling the walls of Withania’s belly around her stretch around her, before pushing her back into a curl. Withania was pressing her stomach from the outside in a rolling motion, as if she were ironing out creases. Twinkletail felt it like she was being petted, and felt the nectar she was submerged in flow in and out of her lungs. It was the most intimate sensation she’d ever experienced, her body stimulated and soothed in equal measure, a blend of lewd pleasure and peaceful relaxation. Despite how unnatural the entire situation was, everything felt somehow right, as if this was nature’s intention. Perhaps it was, with Withania’s clear specialisation for this.

Twinkle watched her hooves become rounded, as if she’d spent too long in the bath, until they began to melt off entirely, her hind legs soon following suit, and her main and tail long since dissolved into golden liquid. Over the course of hours, the compression of Withania’s stomach and nectar penned her in and turned her body into soup, the sensation of constriction was slowly replaced by a weight bearing down on her. Withania fell still as she rested or slept, and the sounds of her body faded from Twinkle’s mind. Her senses were replaced by an omnipresent sensation self, the weight changing from pressing into smothering comfort. She couldn’t move, but neither did she feel stiff or restrained. She was part of something now, held in place, holding everything in place.

When Twinkletail felt Withania move again, it was as if her entire being had become malleable, she was as soft as sponge, but smooth and curved. She was stretched and squashed as Withania got up and flexed her joints, before a steady rhythm of Withania’s walk took over. Twinkle could neither see nor know what Withania was doing, but she could feel, to her very core, the blissful and sensual kneading of being a layer of chub upon the pony’s rump, moving and flexing as Withania pottered around her house. The feeling was so calm and peaceful, but at the same time it tugged deep into Twinkle’s libido, stimulating her more than she dreamed possible.

For two days, Withania smiled to herself as she felt the warm pleasure of Twinkletail bobbing and flexing as part of her hips. She went about her routine as usual, cleaning her house, moving the guests around to different areas, watering the garden - and other guests. But every time she stooped to pick something up, or reached up to the top shelf, she stretched. She deliberately extended herself to inflict as much movement onto her flanks as possible. She didn’t need to imagine how much Twinkle would be simmering in indulgence, the tingling warmth that her fuddled mind generated was all Withania needed.

Finally, it was time to rotate everyone around. Withania let her body continue its cycle, compressing her guest into a seed and taking it out to the garden. She had an idea for this unicorn, there was time for an experiment, and rather than plant the seed, she merely dropped it into a bucket of water, added some extra nutrients to give it a little assistance, and left Twinkletail to hibernate. With good soil and care, Withania could regrow a guest within a matter of hours. But drowned in water, Twinkletail’s seed first had to build a firm footing of roots. It took days before a stem finally ascended from the bucket, pale and lacking strength. Withania dutifully attached a cane to the side of the bucket, wrapping the drooping stem of Twinkletail around it for support.

Twinkletail missed the warmth and comfort of Withania’s rump, but as she became aware of her new form, she found new senses at her disposal. She still couldn’t see or hear, but the warmth of the sun and the cooling breeze touched her new body. She felt like a length of rope, twisted around something. She drank water from her lower extremities and had leaves like fingers sticking out at regular intervals. Her sense of time had shifted, animals and sounds flittered around like sparks from a fire, while her plant body felt like it could move in real-time, reaching and growing up to the light.

Her first realisation that she was a plant was when Withania came back to check up on her. A presence that darted around her, turning her around to better catch the light, topping up her water. It could have been anyone, but some feeling that Twinkletail could sense in her roots was that this pony was Withania. Her gardener, coming to lavish attention on her and keep her in order.

“How’s my little waterlily today then?” asked Withania, assessing her. “I almost thought this wasn’t going to work, and your roots would just rot, but hey, sometimes I amaze even myself. I think you’ve done so well you deserve a little reward… Something I think you’ll recognise…”

Withania cupped the crown of the Twinkletail plant with her hoof. It hadn’t formed a bud yet, but there was a swirl of leaves at the tip of the stem, ready for when a flower would come through. Withania chewed her tongue, working up her own nectar, and let a long dribble of it drop into the stem.

Twinkle felt a familiar trickle work its way down from her tip, a taste that lit a fire in her mind and spread through her entire body. She felt the world suddenly accelerate as she began to think at the speed of a pony again. The feeling of being in such a strange body was beyond compare.

“Mmm, it’s handy that you signed on to be here a while Twinkletail,” continued Withania, knowing that Twinkle would have some basic level of understanding now, beyond that of just an earth-pony presence taking care of her. “You’re going to be stuck like this for a while yet. Another two weeks, maybe one if you suddenly get good at growing. The trick is to think like a plant. You’re not a pony anymore Twinkletail, you’re mine. Just another plant growing in my garden. Just don’t grow too fast. You’re paid up for a while, and if you get ahead of yourself, I’ll have to prune you down again. Maybe I’ll cut and dry some of your leaves and see if I can make a tea out of you. I’ll be sure to save you some as a parting gift.”

Twinkletail was overcome with a sense of possession, of being possessed. She was dependant on Withania, and Withania’s love was helping her grow tall and strong. She wanted to please her hostess and make her proud.

Withania spent a little longer doting over her before the effects of the meagre nectar she’d administered were diluted away, and Twinkle fell back into her plant dreams again. Aware, but too slow to react to the speed at which Withania lived. She had a goal in mind now, to grow, to extend and make a single flower so beautiful it would create life again.

For her, time had little meaning, she couldn’t have said if the days had passed slowly or quickly, but it was a week later when Withania stepped outside again to find that a large, and slightly flatter flower than usual was fully formed on her water-unicorn plant. Twine was propping up the plant in various places, and Withania had already resolved not to try this again, but Twinkletail was ready to bloom. And if her pony body had not formed properly, Withania would simply eat her on the spot and regrow her properly. That had only happened a couple of times since opening her hotel.

Twinkletail felt the sun’s glare much more harshly than usual, she screwed up her eyes tightly as it pierced her lids. But it could not be ignored, and with some effort, she lifted her foreleg up to shield her eyes. Her flower she’d worked so hard on was blooming around her, and her mind was suddenly wrenched between her body and the strange animal that had grown in the centre of the flowerbud. The latter won, and Twinkle’s eyes opened with a snap, her memories collapsing back into place like coins into a sorting machine. She was a pony, a unicorn. She looked around at the garden that felt like her home, knowing instinctively where the closest plants were. And in front of her was Withania, smiling and holding out her hoof to help Twinkle down from the plant she was sitting in.

“Welcome back to being a pony,” said Withania. “Would you like some tea? I made a special blend that’s… just right for you…”

Twinkle hadn’t quite remembered how to speak. But she nodded, and followed Withania into her house, looking around as if seeing the world for the first time again.

“How do you feel? You were out for quite a while, not too long I hope?” asked Withania tentatively. Twinkletail seemed a little dazed, but she took the mug of tea that Withania handed to her and knew what to do with it.

“I…” she said slowly, “I feel amazing. Like I slept perfectly, but I can remember waking up a lot… Was I awake?”

“In a manner of speaking… Give it time, you’ll remember everything that happened, but I’ve found it takes an hour or so to readjust to being a pony again. What do you think of the tea?”

Twinkle sipped the tea again. It was sweet and floral, seeming to have a hint of lavender to it, mixed with vanilla, or perhaps something more minty. She suddenly remembered Withania talking to her while she was growing as a plant.

“Is this… me?” she asked. Withania nodded with a sly grin. Twinkletail took another sip. “I taste really nice… And the taste makes me think of being a plant again. Uh… Withania, can we do this again sometime? And next time you make as much of this out of me as you can?”

Withania passed her a business card across the table. “There’s always room in my garden, Twinkletail, come back any time!”