Author's Note

Many thanks to Taloverae for commissioning Verlo to stay at Hotel Nightshade!

Verlo

Verlo shuddered as his lungs pumped liquid nectar instead of air, Withania’s internal juices invading every space of his body, surrounding him inside and out to the most absolute extent possible. She had told him it would be like this, but despite knowing what was happening, he still felt nervous about this ordeal. This wasn’t Verlo’s first rodeo - although Withania was unlike any other predator he’d been with, and that made him nervous. It was, however, unbelievably comfortable. He was pressed in from all sides with a steady rhythmic massage that settled him into position as Withania got up and began to walk around. She didn’t breathe, but he could hear the steady beat of her heart pumping her plant-fluids around in time with the compressions her stomach applied to him.

She had been so gentle as well, starting off slowly, steadily exerting her will over him as he surrendered his body to her dripping maw, and then her throat. Now she walked with a sway in her step to lull his senses into her own, as her belly softly kneaded his limbs and joints into soft and yielding dough. It was a surreal feeling to Verlo, knowing that he wasn’t going to get magicked back into his pony body. This was happening, and he was in for a long ride - but also a pleasurable one. He’d been careful to tell Withania what he wanted, and Withania’s response had been a mixture of How can I make that happen? and I really want to make that happen.

Verlo could feel his mind and body being sapped away by Withania’s. He was a ball of mush slowly being sucked and compressed into her gut where his mass would become a layer of spongy plant matter on her hips, and his consciousness and memories would be whittled down and condensed into a seed that would remake him. He wished he could spend more time inside her, just listening to the sound of her body, and feel her movements and her soft caring embrace - but that would come later, if all went to plan. He let her stomach push the tension out of his liquid remains and carry him into a dream-like state.

Withania lumbered into her greenhouse, her sagging belly swinging in time to her step as it worked down her newest guest. She needed to make some preparations for Verlo, for a service she’d tested the theory of, but never the practise. On a table to one side of her nursery plants stood a couple of bonsai trees. They were a little hairy, having not had the full care and attention they should have been receiving, but nonetheless were quite healthy miniature trees. Taking an empty decorative plant pot, she added the typical soil mixture she would use for bonsai - a fine mixture of earth, grit, and a little gravel for proper draining and aerating. Satisfied that her guest’s room was ready, she spent the rest of the afternoon maintaining the rest of the garden. It was just before her bedtime that she felt Verlo’s seed nudge under her tail. She hadn’t made any attempt to retain him, so he would be ready to plant even before his body had finished dissolving into her own. Taking the hoof-sized seed to the greenhouse, she planted it and retired for the night.

Verlo gained some sense of self-awareness as the morning sun began to warm him. His lower body was buried up to what he interpreted as his crotch, and his upper body was stretched impossibly thin up in the air. The soil around him held his strangely proportioned body in place, and he felt rigid enough that he wouldn’t fall over. In fact, he couldn’t move at all in any real capacity. His forelegs had become multiple stems of leaves that he angled toward the warming light overhead, slowly reaching higher. The greenhouse was quiet, however at the speed he was currently living at, the many, many other plants around him seemed to move and rustle with him, all waking up from the slumber of the night to continue their daily race for the sunlight blazing down through the glass high overhead. Verlo had plans to create a beautiful bud that would bloom into a flower, his sole purpose, and after a night of preparation, he knew it wasn’t far away.

And then, before he could even understand what was happening, a blur of motion towered over him. Some benevolent force that seemed both alien and familiar in equal measure flashed around him. He felt a misting of water all over his leaves and stem, and more water soaked the earth around him, triggering his roots to eagerly soak up as much as he was able to. But the tower of green wasn’t finished there. There was a glint of metal blades, and Verlo felt a series of precise cuts to each of his extremities, a leaf here, a shoot there, and finally, the tiny bud he was getting ready to pour himself into was gone. Despite the sudden pruning, he actually felt tension leave his strange plant-body. There was less to do, less to look after. He was content again, the bud and the flower could wait.

Withania spent a week working on her new bonsai-plant. The tegmen-hybrid that her seeds grew into was tricky - by its nature, it wanted to grow impossibly fast, trying to spiral up into a pony-sized plant that could support the reformation of whoever was trapped in the seed. But through constant attention, including pruning several times a day, she finally managed to train Verlo into a vastly smaller size, more akin to a naturally-sized flower. It was at this point that she stopped trimming the main flower bud, and allowed the plant to properly develop. Concern nagged her that this wouldn’t work at all - forcing a tegmen-hybrid to grow at the size of a house plant was a trick she’d done before, but that experiment had ended in her digging up the volunteer pony and eating the seed again, letting her body reprocess it again into a fresh seed that would grow properly. She knew what she wanted to happen next, but had no idea if it would actually work.

Verlo had grown accustomed to his life as a plant. Although it had only been a week or so, the strange passage of time had eroded the sense of strangeness to him, and he was flourishing as a common flower, savouring the attention that his green goddess frequently bestowed on him. When she altered his body, it must be because she knew what was best for him. He felt a sense of energy from her whenever she was near that spurred him on constantly. Earth pony magic that he didn’t currently understand, but would later realise was the root of his cousin race’s ability to work the earth so effectively. When she stopped pruning him, a store of pent up energy that had been growing in his core was unleashed, and in the space of a night the tip of his stem clenched into a bud, which drew up all of his reserves from root to leaf-tips. As the morning sun hit him, the bud exploded into a luscious indigo flower, where lay a grey-coated unicorn with a mane to match the petals around him.

The unicorn awoke groggily, swaying slowly in smooth motions as if he were still a flower in the breeze, and then muscles began to connect, and Verlo remembered how to move his body again. He marvelled at the huge flower he was sitting in and looked over the edge. It wasn’t too far down. Igniting his unicorn magic, he positioned the giant leaves as steps and bounded down onto the earth below. His eyes caught movement, and he turned to see an enormous green mare with a shock of terracotta hair tousling around her head, and a similar colour tail swishing in her wake stride up alongside him. Her huge, but kind face looked down, and Verlo suddenly realised that he was perhaps three or four inches tall.

“Good morning Verlo,” she said to him in a voice that seemed to fill the room, “You look well… Very well.” She’d done it. She’d successfully shrunk a pony down to a diminutive size with apparently no ill effect at all. “How d’you feel?”

“I-I feel normal- but everything else is huge!” said Verlo. “And… you’re also… very large…” Withania responded by turning broad-side, showing off her size - and the luscious curve of her flanks.

“What do you think? You filled me out pretty well I’d say… I think we’re both well prepared for your ah, little experience!” She turned again, a swish of her tail sending a draft that nearly knocked Verlo over, and showing off the green folds of her nethers that were now comparatively as tall as he was.

“Imagination doesn’t prepare you for reality…” replied Verlo, staring slack-jawed at the stature of what appeared to be a giant, but really was a normally-sized pony in front of him. “Uh… are you sure I’m going to be okay?”

Withania turned and lowered her head to the edge of the bench, so she was at eye level with Verlo. She reached up with one hoof and pushed Verlo onto his back, pinning him down with ease. His body was pressed against the soft frog, while his head stuck out from the hard line of her hoof. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but with relative ease she could press down and end him there and then. “Relax, Verlo… if you get hurt, all I have to do is eat you and turn you into a seed again, and we can start over. You’d be a drop in the bucket in my belly now.” Her casual, but slightly excited attitude did little to settle Verlo’s concern, although having a huge, larger-than-life mare an inch away from him was tugging on Verlo’s strings far too much to ignore. Anyway, if she’d managed to get this far, she clearly knew what she was doing.

Without warning, Withania suddenly lunged forward and snapped her mouth over the miniature pony in one swift motion, like a dog taking a treat from an outstretched hoof. Verlo gasped, feeling his legs pinched together by her lips, and then pulled in as she lifted her head up and settled him on her tongue. The familiar scent of her nectar filled his head again, but before it really got into his lungs, Withania tossed her head back, opening her mouth and flinging him into the air. Verlo yelped and flailed his legs wildly, before landing with a soft thump in the wild autumn bush of Withania’s mane. He righted himself, bracing his forelegs on her ears that stuck up on either side of him.

“Let’s take this into the house, I think!” she said brightly. She started moving at her own pace, which was by no means energetic, but for Verlo sitting on the crown of her head, it felt like a rollercoaster. Withania seemed like a behemoth, her hoofsteps heavy enough to cause jolts and vibrations that he felt in his core, yet she moved with such ease and power. What’s more, she was an earth pony, and as such used her head and mouth an awful lot. Just as Verlo was expecting her to use unicorn magic to open the greenhouse door as he would, she casually butted her head against it, causing an earthquake in his world that shook him into the back of her mane. His legs tangled in her locks and kept him from falling, but he had his work cut out to climb up to the surface of this terracotta sea again.

Withania made her way into the living room. She’d been sorely tempted to take this scene into her bedroom, but she knew that things were likely to get messy, and her floor mat was a lot easier to clean than the bedsheets were. She deliberately exaggerated her movements, just for the thrill of feeling the little unicorn in her mane hang on for dear life. As she sat down on the mat she could feel verlo somewhere around the back of her neck, and flicked her mane so he swung wildly around to the front.

“Aaaaaaaah! Withania! Maybe if you could-”

Whatever Verlo was about to suggest was cut off as she snatched him into her mouth once again. She pulled away so that the strands of her mane came out from her pursed lips, and then tongued Verlo all over to get a taste for him again. She would have been fighting the temptation to swallow him like a snack, but once again, they had better plans laid out. Once Withania was satisfied that Verlo was well and truly coated in her nectar again, she lowered her head and opened her mouth so that he fell out onto the mat with a plop.

Verlo sat back on his haunches, panting slightly as he stared up at the huge mare above him. Withania gave a sly smile and turned around so that her rump hovered above, with an accompanying swish of her tail revealing her glistening folds.

“Time for a hardness test I think,” she said, swaying her hips to Verlo’s gaze, “Best make sure you can take the pressure in advance if you want to survive intact.” Bracing her hind legs, she lowered her ass down, casting a shadow looming over Verlo. Her cheeks touched the mat and she carefully wriggled to ensure that the little pony was properly positioned between them - then she relaxed and let her weight settle.

Verlo was pressed onto his back and pinned on both sides by soft green walls, while a darker green column of Withania’s vagina and anus greeted his face. He automatically rubbed his nose against it, feeling the heat inside and a quiver of delight from Withania. The pressure wasn’t fierce at this point, since the bulk of her weight was resting on her asscheeks either side of him, but he couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to, no light and barely any sound could reach him under here, only the slick sound and syrup smell of Withania’s nethers anticipating his imminent entry.

Satisfied that her toy was in position, Withania pressed down, grinding herself into the mat. Verlo was squeezed down by the smooth and soft nethers on top of him. They spread and parted to hug his body lengthways and slide along him as the giant pony gyrated her hips. At this angle he couldn’t get pushed inside her, but she seemed quite content to rub herself against him. Her giant clit was peeking out from her velvet folds, slick and lubricated against his already sopping body, and in no time at all Verlo’s cock was enticed outwards and upwards to meet it, being pressed flat against his belly and then stroked upright into her slit as she glided back and forth. It was getting difficult to breath, so Verlo used his forelegs to part the top of her slit to gain a little space - but this just allowed her to press down even further, enveloping him entirely between her folds.

Withania felt this happen, noting that Verlo was sliding against the mat now, rather than staying put as she grinded herself on him, so she relaxed and lifted her hips up again to check on her guest. Verlo lay in a puddle, panting, erect, and tongue hanging out.

“Doin’ okay down there, little guy?” she asked, leaning her head in close again, her huge maroon eyes filling his vision, crossed slightly to focus on him.

“Ye-yeah,” he said, nodding eagerly. Despite being heavy and powerful, she was soft, and warm. And now all Verlo could think about was being squashed under her again, pinched in the hug of her butt cheeks and kissing her most intimate parts. Withania reverted to a sitting position, becoming tall again, and opened her hind legs to present herself to Verlo.

“Your turn for this test I think, why don’t you see how well you fit? I want you to be nice and snug, for safety, of course…” she said, gesturing for him to approach.

Verlo gingerly walked up to her crotch, eyes on her green puss, and the dark green mound of her clit intermittently jutting out from her slit invitingly. He gently kissed it, causing a twitch from her entire body that nearly knocked him flat - but undeterred, Verlo’s horn illuminated and his magical aura separated her nether lips to reveal the moist passage within. Withania uncharacteristically gasped, not expecting this, but she managed to keep her forehooves planted on either side of her hips. She wanted to let Verlo do this bit, give him a little freedom to do as he wished. The pulsating walls of her vagina were exposed to him, and with his forelegs braced on the inside of Withania’s curvaceous thighs, Verlo threaded his hind legs into her slick entrance, sliding in with ease.

Withania felt like a hidden person was pushing a dildo into her, but the dildo was a complex shape, and moved and wriggled and flexed of its own accord. She gently tensed and relaxed her vaginal muscles, and tugged on Verlo’s body, pulling him in up to his neck. Verlo wriggled his body inside her passage, testing his movement. She hugged him tightly, but her insides were silky smooth, and he could twist and move his forelegs to his front or sides with ease, changing the way he stretched her walls. Her beating clitoris was gently nuzzling into his face now, and with a lick of his lips he suckled on it, licking and pulling ever so gently.

This was too much for Withania, and she reflexively clamped her hind legs together again, smushing his head between her folds and her chubby thighs, padded with his own former mass. This only served to press him into her button even harder, and judging by his enthusiastic movement inside her velvet tunnel, he was loving every moment. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to seek some kind of way to get even more out of this, but despite being the giant in this scene, she found herself practically at Verlo’s mercy. Yet his small stature limited how much he could do - he was teasing her out of her mind this way, and with focused and determined movement, Withania spread her legs open once again, and her forehoof darted to the top of her clit, pressing down hard. Verlo’s eyes widened as he saw the giant tan-coloured hoof descend on him with alarming speed, and was pressed into the spongy walls of Withania’s vagina with devastating pressure. He couldn’t move, or even draw breath as the ravenous mare went to work on herself, but neither was he still. The soft walls squeezing him undulated and compressed rhythmically, trying to push him back out while the hoof pressed his head back in. The ever-present nectar that seemed to inhabit every orifice on this pony seemed to thicken around him, further restricting his movement while she lewdly pleasured herself on him.

Withania’s eyes shot open as she felt a coming orgasm and she suddenly remembered what she was doing. Biting her lower lip she dragged her hoof away from herself, trembling slightly but resisting the urge to climax there and then. She wanted to save it, as well as not risk melting Verlo into syrup - that was not part of the deal, as much as she would love to have done that.

The unicorn gasped as the vice-like pressure around him finally let up, and then a sudden push from deep within squeezed him out from Withania’s vagina like toothpaste from a tube, dropping him on the padded mat with in a puddle of her fluids. Out of the fierce heat of her sex, Verlo was suddenly chilly, and glanced up almost with longing. But Withania wasn’t intending to leave him out for long. She looked down at him with a lust-fueled stare as she got up onto her hooves to rearrange.

“I need you inside me,” she said urgently, “Otherwise I’m going to either squash you or melt you. Sit upright and hold still.”

Verlo was galvanised by the sudden authority in her voice and did as he was told, sitting down with his back straight and her golden nectar slowly oozing down his body. Her hind leg swished past him, almost sending him flying across the room, and then she was squatting directly overhead, pussy winking and a strand of nectar hanging like honey from a dipper. The unicorn closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate, and a huge weight descended over him. Had Withania’s aim been off by an inch, he would certainly have been flattened, but instead he was plunged back into the hot, slick confines of her pussy. Headfirst, it was dark and difficult to breathe. He felt a sudden surge of upwards motion as Withania stood up with his hind legs sticking out from her folds and waving uselessly, then she stretched forward like a cat, straightening her hind legs and clenching her butt cheeks together, forcing the rest of him deeper into her velvet passage.

Verlo heard, or rather felt, a rather lewd moan from Withania around him as she clenched and relaxed, working him up against her cervix. He expected some resistance here, however as his head nudged against the check valve of her womb, it dilated around him as if Withania’s plumbing were designed for this activity. Verlo was squeezed through the narrower neck of her inner chamber and found himself in a comparatively more open space, which he was immediately trapped in by the cervix sealing shut behind his tail. It was still pitch dark, but by feel alone he started to explore his new confines. It was cosy, but he certainly had enough room for his throbbing cock to finally stand up on its own, without getting pressed flat again. He quickly got to work, moving in time with Withania’s body around him as if she were coaxing the climax out of his body in royalties for being here. It was hard to tell how much necar he was sitting in, everything was so slick and wet that it hardly mattered - and as he felt his dick begin pumping his seed into the ooze around him there was no noticeable change at all. He moaned his response to his new host and sat back in tired satisfaction, letting the soft, plush walls gently caress his body.

Withania was sat back on her rump, eagerly massaging her clit as she climaxed and oozed viscous nectar all over the floor mat. She could feel Verlo locked deep inside her, safe from her clenching vagina, but far from escape. She gave a long sigh, an invisible cloud of pollen blowing out from her mouth reflexively. “Well then…” she said, “That was rather more intense than I had planned… Feeling okay in there, Verlo?”

From inside, she felt a small form rubbing against her innermost walls, an incredibly strange sensation stimulating a place she normally couldn’t discern or feel. Verlo was small enough that there was barely a bump under her belly, although as she stroked her abdomen with one hoof she could make out a curve, a firmness that moved under her touch. Well, her work and her play were done for now. All that was left was to get on with her day and let the shrunken unicorn in her womb enjoy himself however he pleased. Hopefully she’d expended enough sexual energy that he’d remain safe inside her - on any other day, her body would be going to work on turning Verlo into a jar full of rich pussy nectar.

Verlo snuggled down the warm vat. He could feel Withania moving around now, walking, pausing, turning, walking somewhere else. He had briefly lit his horn, and found the chamber around him a pale green, glistening and dripping with the ever-present nectar - however, when he extinguished the light his other senses went into overdrive, picking out the warm thump of Withania’s heart, the slosh of her watery nectar in the adjacent belly, and occasionally words as she spoke to herself, or perhaps to other plants. It was far more intimate to sit in the cosy darkness of her embrace and imagine what was happening around him that it was to simply use magic and see the pulsating walls of her uterus. He dozed off to sleep once or twice, and entirely lost track of time, being uncertain where Withania even was anymore, let alone what time of day it was. One thing remained an absolute constant, and that was the steady and soothing movement of her womb around him. He knew he wasn’t being melted or dissolved by the feel of his hooves, yet all the same he felt so embedded in the syrup of nectar around him that he could have become part of her.

Withania meanwhile, had passed the rest of her day in quiet peacefulness. She had no chores to do that required her to leave the house and garden, so with many cups of tea to keep her going, she powered through garden maintenance. She felt the constant presence of Verlo inside her, more aware of him than she would normally be of her prey because he wasn’t melting away. Initially, she’d been disappointed that he didn’t want her to absorb him, however this result had somehow been a pleasant change of pace. It was nice to have company, even if he couldn’t converse with her in any useful way. She knew he was enjoying his stay, she could feel the warm core of contentment deep inside, radiating through her body.

When the end of the day came around and she walked back into her house, closing the door behind her, she had planned to gear herself up to evict Verlo from her body. Yet he seemed to be doing just fine, and she didn’t want to end this entirely wholesome experience quite yet.

“Verlo? Not sure how well you can hear me… but if it’s alright with you… Let’s make this an overnight stay, shall we?”

She couldn’t feel any distinct response. But hey, who wouldn’t want to spend a night inside her, she thought. Taking a mug of green tea, she made her way up the rickety stairs to her bedroom. Maybe she’d let Verlo out in the morning… depending how she felt. I’m sure he won’t mind...