Test Before Purchase
Ruby Quartz opened the garden gate with a creek and peeked around the fence. She’d already tried the front door to the cottage and received no answer, but she’d been assured that the homeowner would be in.
“Hello? Hellooooooo?” she called, looking around. The garden was almost like stepping into a forest. Tall shrubs and trees lined the edges, making an impenetrable fence of greenery, while the middle was sectioned out by aisles of raised flowerbeds and rows of small bushes - all of which were meticulously trimmed and tended. To the far left, the large glass wall of a greenhouse rose up, reflecting the afternoon sun back into the north-facing side of the garden, while to the right, a smaller greenhouse could be seen with more shaded plants in it, along with a compost heap and furnace. A green mare with a wild copper mane leaned around the corner of the larger greenhouse.
“Oh, hello! Sorry I wasn’t expecting anyone today! Please come in, I’m Withania - how can I help?”
Ruby smiled feeling as though she was in exactly the kind of place she’d been looking for. She shrugged the long braid of her red mane back and closed the gate behind her. “Ruby Quartz. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, but you come highly recommended for specialist plants. I was talking to Roseluck at the flower shop in town, and she said that you were quite the expert.”
Withania dusted her hoof off against her chest and shook with the peach coloured unicorn. She had a diamond-shaped pendant around her neck, and wore a distinctive serpentine armlet around her right foreleg. However, her smile was kind and her eyes keen, which was a lot more than Withania usually got from unicorns looking for fancy plants. She preferred to supply other shops specifically so she didn’t have to deal with hoity-toity unicorns trying to one-up their neighbours.
“Thank you! Although I think you’ll find most of my products at the flower shop itself… Not that you’re not welcome, I’m just not sure why Roseluck sent you directly to me…”
“Well actually,” said Ruby, adjusting her armlet, “I’m looking for something a bit more particular… the kind of thing you can’t find in a shop. I reached an understanding with Roseluck and she said that you were absolutely the mare I needed to talk to.”
“H’mm… Well I’m intrigued now! Please, come into the greenhouse… What exactly are you looking for?” replied Withania, looking around her sizable nursery for ideas to point out.
“I’d like something with vines or creepers… nice and large… and long...” continued Ruby, with a slight smirk.
Withania hummed and lead the unicorn back outside. She did have plenty of experimental plants here that weren’t on sale anywhere else, she supposed. Rose must’ve been referring to those when she sent Ruby here. “Well, I have a variation of Bullock’s Heart on the back fence here. It’s a great climber, and I’ve bred this one to wrap around things for support, rather than burrowing in with roots - so it won’t ruin fencing or walls like regular ivy does over time.”
“Right…” said Ruby doubtfully, looking at the creepers curled around the slats in the fence backing Withania’s garden. “Does it… grow fast? It looks a little small or thin for what I was thinking about…”
“Well… This one’s about a year old, but I can probably help you grow one up within a few weeks with the right care?”
Ruby didn’t look convinced. Maybe too bland… thought Withania, scratching her head with one hoof. “How about something for floral?” she said brightly, guiding Ruby to a wooden porch behind the greenhouse where she stocked pots and other gardening paraphernalia. From the wooden rafters hung beautiful tendrils festooned with purple flowers. “Wisteria? These can be grown exceptionally long! I’ve seen examples that were like a forest you could walk through.”
“Can they uh… entangle a pony?”
“I… don’t think they’re strong enough for that… I don’t think you’d need to worry about them being a hazard.”
“H’mm,” intoned Ruby, wrinkling her snout, “I think we might be on different pages here… a hazard is exactly what I’m looking for.”
Withania stared at her blankly.
“Think ‘tentacles’ here. I double-checked with Roseluck and she assured me you were the mare to see.”
“Oh…” said Withania, the penny dropping like a stone, “OH. Umm… well yes, you’re in the right garden for that. Although truth be told, I’ve never sold any such plants, but I do have them… You said large and long… uh, what kind of um… situation are you looking for? ”
“Enclosure, bondage… something like that,” said Ruby delicately. She was surprisingly courtly compared to Withania, who was self-consciously brushing her mane behind one ear, despite being the apparent expert in this field.
Withania sat down with one hoof up as if in protest, but thought better of it. “Follow me, as I say I haven’t exactly supplied anything of this type before, but I’ll show you what I have and you can see if any are of interest to you.” She lead the unicorn back around the garden and over to one of the raised flowerbeds. There was a row of plants here in various shapes and sizes, some with flowers emitting a sweet scent, some with deep tubers or pitchers, and a few fly-traps.
“I do have a fascination with carnivorous things,” she admitted, “Carnivorous plants are particularly interesting because of the methods they have evolved to catch animals that move so much faster. Most of them are hunters for survival however, so are somewhat less suited for uh, recreational use. I could grow a giant flytrap, but you might not want to step in it unless you know a very good doctor. Luckily though, there are a few plants that I’ve found to take a slightly different approach, and seek to co-exist with their prey, rather than kill them. Take this Tegmen flower for example…”
Withania stopped in front of a group of tall white flowering plants in various stages of growth. Some had white buds, while others had bloomed to reveal bright yellow petals on the inside of the flower, glistening with a golden coloured nectar. One of them was closed up, but bulging at the seams with a little nectar dribbling down its stem.
“The tegmen flower traps insects inside and drowns them in nectar. But rather than killing the prey, it absorbs any particles - be it foreign pollen, seeds, anything inside or outside the prey that can be absorbed - and then releases again. It’s my favourite.”
“I think I can tell…” said Ruby, looking up at something further back from the flowerbed. Withania followed her gaze to a huge white flower as tall as a tree along the back fence. It was identical to the tegmen flowers in front of them, just bigger than anything else in the garden. “Is that one big enough for a pony? Because that would definitely be of interest to me!”
“Ah… the magnus. It is big enough for a pony, yes… But I’m afraid that it’s not for sale. Magnus Tegmen is a bit of a tricky mistress - there can be… unforeseen effects that I don’t fully understand how to control yet.” Ruby looked back at Withania, who opened her mouth wide to reveal a green tongue and cheeks, with the same golden nectar clinging to her teeth that Ruby had seen on the petals of the tegmen flowers.
“Is that… are you…”
“Yes… I got transformed into a plant hybrid myself. It was an accident, but I seemed to have come out alright. Just… a bit different. I’ve got something that’s a bit safer though, and I think you’ll definitely like!”
Withania beckoned Ruby to follow again. She seemed to be getting more comfortable as Ruby seemed less surprised and more excited about what she was seeing. They walked around to the next aisle, where there was a dividing hedge of shrubs. The centre was dominated by a large structure of intertwined vines, which looked somewhat dark and concerning to Ruby. They looked like the kind of thing a pony would find in the Everfree forest - and wish they hadn’t.
“This is from the Everfree forest,” said Withania, stopping in front of the vine bush, “Quite a misunderstood species! It terrorised Ponyville a couple of times in the past few years… but with a little care and nurturing, you can make a very friendly companion.”
“Isn’t this the Plunderseed?” asked Ruby suspiciously.
“It’s a subspecies. Plunderseed is a very aggressive species of this plant. I just call this one Tanglevine, and I’ve got it quite well trained. Would you like a demonstration?” To illustrate her words, Withania gently stroked the vines with one hoof, and they suddenly shifted at the point of her touch, unravelling and curling outwards to wrap around her outstretched foreleg tenderly. Ruby had looked doubtful but seeing how it moved so smoothly and seemingly at Withania’s command cleared her concerns, and she stepped closer. Withania passed the vine around her hoof over to Ruby, and it twined around her left foreleg, gently pulling her within range.
“There you go. Now try touching another vine with your other hoof. Feel free to lean on it, they’ll easily lift a pony’s weight. The best part is that Tanglevine can sense a familiar touch, so once you’ve used it a few times, it’ll get to know what you like and what you respond to best!”
Ruby leant on the vine around her hoof as she’d been instructed and reached out against the bulk of tendrils in front of her. They expectantly slid out to meet her, holding her up. She stood on her hind legs awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
“Now move one hoof to where you want the vines to go next. I’d suggest your chest and waist - then it can support you without digging into your stomach.”
The unicorn crossed her forelegs over her body, and just as Withania had said, the vines moved over, unwrapping her forelegs and curling around her body. The transition was seamless; even though Ruby was on her hind legs, the Tanglevine held up her forelegs until it was supporting her body around the barrel. She cooed in surprise as she was gently lifted up off the flagstones.
“This… this is great!” she exclaimed, “How far can you go with this?”
“As far as you want,” replied Withania with a smirk, “If you’re not too worried about me being here, just try tapping your hind leg and see what happens…”
Ruby didn’t hesitate in the slightest and reached out with her hind hoof. Additional coils were reaching up from the very base of the shrub, supporting her chest and forelegs with ease, while more tendrils worked their way up her hind leg and wrapped around her hips. She was well and truly bound by the plant now, but unlike the biting grip of ropes, the creepers of the Tanglevine applied a gentle pressure, reassuring and somehow soothing.
“Hooo!” exclaimed Ruby, her eyes widening as one of the vines around her rear tucked under her thigh and slipped between the folds of her own flower. It gently teased, waiting for the tension of shock to release from the unicorn before gently working deeper into her, easing back and forth to spread her seeping arousal over her labia as well as itself. “Now we’re talking! Any more suggestions, Withania?”
“Not really, the more you egg it on, the more it’ll respond!”
Ruby stretched out her other hind leg. She noticed that the vines strained a little against her, but didn’t prevent her from moving. The larger boughs around her middle took most of her weight, making the entire ride easy on her joints. The Tanglevine bush was opening up now, with nearly half of its mass alive and moving, holding her nearly over its base to better support her weight. As the next vines wrapped up her leg and covered her gemstone cutie mark, they sought out another opening. This time Ruby didn’t flinch, having a pretty good idea what was coming next, but she did sigh in lewd pleasure as the tendril entered her ass. Its sibling below was working deeper inside her velvet passage, stretching her wider as she relaxed in the grasp of the coils.
Withania’s own nethers were starting to twitch as she watched her client close her eyes in bliss, and she stepped closer, rubbing her side against the bush like a cat. Immediately the rest of the Tanglevine that wasn’t already occupied with Ruby bent down and wrapped around Withania, scooping her up and bringing her into the fray. As she’d said to Ruby, it seemed to know what she wanted, quickly holding her up and inserting a larger vine into her waiting pussy.
“Wi-withania,” said Ruby, her voice stuttering with a hiccup, “It’s going really deep! Should I be worried?”
“It knows how to work a pony without hurting them,” assured Withania, “But if you want out, then kick your legs free to let it know.”
Ruby didn’t kick, but didn’t reply. She could feel the tendril deep in her ass, working deeper still into her inner workings, twisting and probing through the maze of her insides. A slight bulge appeared in her belly as she was filled up inside, and then with the accompaniment of an unexpected belch the vine appeared from her throat, easing out from her mouth before her startled, but quite aroused eyes. Withania giggled slightly at her expression, but couldn’t speak for much while the vines slid into her down vagina by the foot, making a bundle in her inner chambers. She was used to this already, having much more flexible internals for this kind of treatment.
The vine that had erupted from Ruby’s mouth, waved around slightly, as if it wasn’t sure where to go next. Withania pursed her lips and blew at it, catching its attention immediately. Ruby moaned as more of the vine slid through her entire body from one end to the other, stimulating areas she had never been aware of in ways she’d never imagined. The vine found its way over to Withania, touching her nose gently. She opened without hesitation and licked the tip of the coil, letting it ease into her mouth. It quickly found her throat and quested deeper, filling out her esophagus. Ruby watched, panting through her nose as Withania received the reverse of what she’d just felt. The bulge of the vine moved down Withania’s neck, probing her stomach and creating the odd bulge in her belly as it searched for an exit, before Withania was pushed forward along the tendril.
Drips of golden liquid splattered into the flagstones from Withania’s nethers as the twisting vines around her filled out every gap they could find in her body, punctuated by the longer vine appearing from under her tail - now passing through both mares in full. They found themselves drawing closer together, fully entangled and stimulated to breaking point. Withania couldn’t help but blush as their mouths met, open with the vine connecting them, but still able to press their lips together in a kiss. Ruby smiled as best she could, her eyes conveying her total satisfaction with everything that was happening.
Finally, it was all too much for the unicorn, and more accidentally than from alarm her hip jerked in the grip of the Tanglevine’s coils. It responded immediately, but not hastily. The tendril joining them together began to retract, pulling in their kiss more tightly than before. Her lips pursed against the vine coming out from Withania and back into her own mouth, carrying with it the taste of Withania’s internal nectar. Combined with the smooth glide of the vine inside her, Ruby tensed up and moaned as her climax broke. Withania was just as ready, and let herself go to join her partner in heavenly bliss.
As soon as the vine pulled out from Withania and retreated down Ruby’s throat, they both panted in unison, and then sighed in their afterglow. The vines holding them up in the air began to lower, releasing their hindlegs and gently laying the spent ponies down on the ground, mostly in the puddle of their own fluids.
“Ah-ahem…” spluttered Withania, attempting to clear her voice and rise into a more dignified position, “That… that is the Tanglevine. I hope it was to your satisfaction…”
Ruby staggered onto her hooves, knees trembling slightly. “Above… above and beyond! That was quite wonderful…” The Tanglevine bush twisted around itself, forming a complex braid of vines again before falling still, as if it had never moved.
“I must admit, I’ve never tried it out with a partner before… thank you for the opportunity,” said Withania sheepishly.
“These things are always best shared!” replied Ruby, “You know… Roseluck told me you were an absolute darling, and I think you’re the best pony I could possibly hope to share this little adventure with.” The two of them sat back against the raised flower bed again, basking in the late sunshine and getting their energy back.
“You know,” began Ruby again, “There was one more plant I’d absolutely love to see a demonstration of…”
“H’mm? That was the only demo-ready one I have I’m afraid… as I said, the Tegmen isn’t really suited for messing around…” said Withania, looking confused.
Ruby smiled with half-lidded eyes, glancing up and down the Withania’s body. “It’s quite a lively one, lovely contrasting colours, a sweet smell, and a taste to die for… It’s called a Withania Nightshade. Can you tell me about that one?”
Withania blushed heavily again, feeling overwhelmed by the attention she’d be getting all afternoon from Ruby Quartz. She rolled her eyes self consciously.
“Ah… well… This one’s actually a plant-pony hybrid…” she said, “She looks like a pony on the outside, but her flesh is entirely flora in nature, and can even photosynthesise at a low level. Her digestive system is similar to a normal pony, but simplified, and capable of taking on a much larger volume, which leads to her main ability inherited from the Tegman flower. She can swallow another pony whole, suspending them in an air-tight pool of nectar in her belly. They can be held there unharmed, but her pony nature comes into play here, and if she desires, or if left for too long, her prey will melt into a thick syrup - a very pleasurable process for the prey - and be absorbed into her body.”
“Oh my…” remarked Ruby, leaning in closer. “Is this process fatal?”
“Not at all. They prey’s essence, their genetic makeup and their mind, is condensed and compressed in her short, but accommodating gut until a large seed is formed. This seed is then passed harmlessly.”
“And then what?” Ruby was pressing herself against Withania, her hoof drawing circles around the nightshade cutie mark on her green hip.
“The seed will grow into a mutation of the Tegmen plant, which rapidly produces a large flower that forms the original prey’s body in its centre. Once it blooms, the prey awakens again, fully reformed, good as new.” Withania glanced up at Ruby, still blushing, and was met with an equally flustered smile. Ruby was biting her lip slightly, her eyes flicking down to Withania’s belly and slightly padded hips.
“Now that’s the real prize winner of your garden…” she said, “Withania, I would love to experience this first hand… Would you be so kind?”
“O-ok! You’ve got nowhere else you need to be today, right? This’ll take until tomorrow morning…”
“For an experience as unique as this, I’ve got all month.”
Withania got up and sidled in front of Ruby. Like before, she had seemed somewhat bashful about her interests, but as the moment came upon her, her hesitation evaporated as if it had been an act in the first place. She gently picked up Ruby’s hind hooves, lifting them toward her mouth.
Ruby responded with a sly grin and put her forelegs under her thighs to hold them up for her partner. Withania smiled and shuffled closer so she was now sitting on her haunches, and used her now free forelegs to explore Ruby’s hind legs. She guided the unicorn’s hooves into her mouth and suckled a little to moisten them with her golden saliva before leaning forward to gently slip them into her throat and down her esophagus. Ruby gasped a little, seeing how easily Withania managed this seemingly without breathing.
“Whew, it’s… It’s tight like trying to put both my legs into one sock, but it’s warm and moist!” she explained, pulling her forehooves back to her belly. Withania couldn’t exactly reply with her mouthful, but smiled with her eyes. Her throat muscles reciprocated and she leaned forward again, her lips and tongue questing up Ruby’s hocks before resting at the ends of her thighs. “I guess you can’t really talk much during this bit! I’ll have to give you all the feedback while you do all the work!” she added with a wink.
Withania blushed again, but maintained her composure while Ruby’s legs settled in her neck. She was more than capable of gulping the unicorn down in moments if she’d wanted, however this was a more intimate encounter, and she wanted to make it last and give her client time to feel every sensation of each stage. Her eyes crossed a little as she set them on her next goal, the luscious, rich, pink thighs in front of her. She placed her forelegs on Ruby’s gemstone cutie marks, pressing in just a little and swallowed heavily, pulling the unicorn toward her and taking those plush hips into her mouth in one go.
Ruby gasped, suddenly sensing a loss of control as her body was dragged toward the pony in front of her. What had been a tight and soothing massage of her legs suddenly became a close heat up against her nethers. She wriggled her thighs experimentally, and found Withania’s mouth soft and slightly stretchy, but strong enough to clamp her legs together against her efforts. She’d already been bound up by the tendrils of the Tanglevine, but knowing that she was now wrapped up within Withania’s own body was a thrill on a new level, foreign and somehow carnal. She felt Withania’s saliva trickling around the inside of her thigh and onto her quivering pussy - and almost before she noticed it, Withania’s tongue lapped her folds from end to end, eliciting a soft squeak.
“Hoowa!” she gasped, “You’re- this- stars, please do that again!”
Withania was only too happy, and settled her tongue into Ruby’s velvet lips with a series of wiggles and licks, easing her partner’s clit out from its hood. While she worked on pleasuring Ruby she carefully wriggled herself closer and moved her forelegs around to either side of Ruby’s flanks, ready to support her through the next part. Her delectable client was helping enormously by keeping her own weight up, but Withania knew that once she was half-way in, there would be nothing for her to brace against.
“Y-you know, maybe we can trim a bit of this-phew-Withania plant... and grow another one for me? Because I could get used to this kind of gentle treatment...”
Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, Withania leaned back, spreading her hind legs and rolling back with Ruby in her lap. At the same time, and with a little regret, she pushed her lips over the smooth curves of Ruby’s rump and up to the small of her back. Ruby felt her hips smooshed together, forced into an even tighter space than before and compressing her flower beyond the reach of Withania’s probing tongue. But despite the lack of oral attention she was now receiving, the pulse of Withania’s undulating throat, the warmth and rush of her body penetrated through everything. She lurched a little as her weight shifted into Withania’s centre of balance, and suddenly felt cradled, no longer in control of herself as she sank deeper into the wraps of Withania’s throat.
“Mmmpf…” said Withania her voice completely muffled.
“Huh? Oh, my bracelet… I forgot,” said Ruby, snapping out of her reverie for a moment. Her breathing was heavy, and she could feel the entire lower half of her body bending and moving within Withania. She hesitantly removed the serpentine bracelet, not wanting to drop it to the ground. Withania held up her foreleg, and Ruby quickly slipped it onto her partner’s leg instead. Hooves clear, she carefully tucked her forelegs against her sides, letting them ease into Withania’s mouth, into the warm and the sweet, where the rest of her desired to be.
Ruby’s hind legs were dipped into a warm pool of watery nectar inside Withania’s belly, a pleasant sensation like a warm bath that was slowly creeping up her body as she was squeezed through the esophagus. Now that her entire body was wrapped up in Withania’s, the plant pony repositioned herself against the wall in a comfortable position to rest while she prepared to gulp down the rest of Ruby’s torso. The unicorn’s head poked out of Withania’s mouth in a most unusual way, offering her a tantalising view of Withania’s muzzle as it slowly moved up her chin.
Withania petted Ruby’s mane for a moment, and then gently pushed her in. Her lips closed around Ruby’s horn, leaving it sticking out where her tongue could reach and lap the smooth spiral curves. The sensation was delightfully tingly, an uncommon delicacy for Withania - but absolutely heavenly treatment for Ruby, who squirmed and moaned in her confines. Withania salivated over the taste of unicorn magic for a little longer, massaging her bulging neck to ease the tension, but eventually had to swallow. Three strong gulps and Ruby was squeezed down into her belly, fully submerged in the waiting bath of nectar. Withania massaged her now quite rounded belly, easing the trapped air up to the top - and then let out a rumbling belch that shook Ruby’s entire world.
Inside the pool of sweet nectar, Ruby was curled into the limited space. She held her breath, but from outside, Withania poked and prodded her where she couldn’t defend herself, and with a gasp, her last bubbles of oxygen escaped to the top of the soft chamber and were expelled. Unable to fight her reflexes, Ruby gagged as the nectar flooded into her lungs. But a moment later it was over. She blinked, the discomfort was gone and she was breathing again. It was harder to breathe, the nectar was like soup compared to air, but it seemed to carry enough oxygen to keep her conscious. Now she was trapped in place, wrapped in plush walls, marinating in plant juices, ears filled with the gurgle of liquid and a steady beat of Withania’s heart.
“There you go,” reverberated Withania’s voice around her, “Sorry about the discomfort, I know first hand that it’s a bit unpleasant, but you’re past the worst bit. It’s all a nice comfortable ride from here.”
Ruby tried to reply, but her voice didn’t work underwater. She rubbed herself against Withania’s stomach walls instead, nuzzling the source of that soothing heartbeat.
“You can sleep if you like, but personally I like to stay awake. My nectar is soaking into your very core, softening you so that my stomach can knead you up like dough… with a bit of help, of course.”
Withania turned onto her front, her huge belly as large as she was sticking out in front, and braced her hind legs on the ground with her forelegs hugging her middle. She slowly began to thrust her hips forward, squashing her belly and it’s occupant between the warm flagstones and her own weight. At first not much happened, but then Ruby felt her joints move in a way she’d never experienced. They didn’t strain or break, they simply bent as if her bones had turned to putty. Her legs were squashed into her thighs and chest alike, while her head and neck were pressed into her torso. She wriggled her limbs, but suddenly her position made no logical sense at all, and before she could do anything about it, the plush walls around her squeezed in, moulding her into a soft, round ball. Withania was moaning to herself as she gently humped her full belly, jostling the nectar around Ruby and forming her body like ice cream.
Ruby felt like she was receiving a massage throughout her entire body, not just one area, but every part of her flesh at the same time. She was a bundle of limbs and muscle that slowly smoothed out into a paste that had no tension, and soaked up more of the nectar around her until it was all she could taste. She shifted around and around as the motion of Withania’s body moulded her against the ground, mixing her up until she became less like dough and more like whipped cream.
Withania stood up and looked at her reflection in the greenhouse windows to admire her handy work. Her belly was smaller now, enough for her to stand without it touching the ground, but it wobbled with its load, making her sway in sympathy and swish the melted unicorn around inside. She was quickly thinning into Withania’s watery nectar and was ready for the next stage of her journey.
Ruby had lost the feeling of her body, but still felt a sense of self, some kind of liquid mass that swirled around her. She couldn’t hold herself together, but Withania’s body seemed to do it for her. It caressed her liquid form, and squeezed it into a tube at the back of Withania’s belly. Here she was compressed, her scattered form pressurised into a narrow passage that leeched and sapped away at her, sucking her mass through the permeable walls and drawing it away to become a comfortable padding on Withania’s hips.
“Ah,” mused Withania, “It’s funny that you came here to sample my plants, Ruby… It seems like my plants and I have been sampling you. You know, I think I’ll make this an overnight sample if you don’t mind?” Her belly gurgled in response as it withdrew, pressing the dissolved pony into her gut. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
Ruby had lost the ability to hear or see or touch, but her mind swam in a dream-like state of awareness, sensing not what Withania had said, but the commands and motions of the body around her. It was her world now, with the outside seeming to be a distant memory. She passed through the permeable walls of Withania’s gut, seeming to spread out in layers. Withania had resumed pottering about in her garden and the greenhouse while she worked down her meal. This was the quiet stage for her, and based on past experience, doing some work seemed to speed things along. She enjoyed the sensation of carrying the extra water weight, both the feeling.
Before long though, a tingling sensation from her rump and hips began to distract her from her work. Ruby had been fully absorbed, turned into a delightful inch of padding on Withania’s hindquarters, and the sensation was spreading through to the plant pony. She put her pruners down and gently sat down on the flagstones, increasing the weight onto her rump until her cheeks spread slightly under the pressure. A wave of erotic pleasure surged up from her rump to her heart in response - clearly Ruby was enjoying the feeling of being part of Withania’s ass, her trapped essence wallowing in the soft cushions.
Ruby had no voice or limbs to vent the pleasure coursing through her being, it spread like heat into the plush mass around her, or that was her, she couldn’t fathom the difference anymore. Stretch, compress, pull, squash, her world massaged and moulded her soul as Withania moved around, standing and sitting, rubbing her cutie marks and stretching her limbs.
The gratification came in waves, calming for a few hours, and then building to climax again, matching Withania’s alternating work and break cycles. Eventually, the evening drew in, and Ruby’s plush mass settled into the rhythm of Withania’s walk as she packed up and headed to bed. She felt the warm weight of the duvet cover her up on top, while she was pressed into the mattress below, wrapping her up in cloth comfort. As Withania’s body drifted into slumber, the sensuous press and stretch wrote over any other thought or emotion left in Ruby until she lost all sense of time.
As Withania slumbered, her body drew Ruby’s essence together again. The unicorn’s body was nothing but pudge on the plant pony’s rump, but her mind was preserved and condensed, packed into a tiny space of plant fibre and nutrients. When dawn broke, Withania awoke sitting on a seed the size of her hoof, although with her new padding she barely noticed it.
One breakfast and the first of many cups of tea later, she was doing her rounds with a watering can, checking in on all her smaller plants in the greenhouse. Next to the doorway were two new pots she had prepared first thing, both fairly large in size. One of them held a clipping of the Tanglevine, too small for use right now, but with as much potential as the larger bush. The other pot supported a tall, thick flower stalk, with slender leaves and a huge, luscious, peach-coloured bud at the top. Next to the stalk was a metal armlet and a gemstone necklace.
A rustle prompted Withania to trot over to check on her client. The great bud, as large as a pony, was slowly unfurling. Withania stood close, just in case Ruby had not awoken yet and might fall out - but as the petals parted, she saw her new friend curled up tightly in a ball, balanced in the centre.
“Wi-withania?” murmured Ruby, squinting as the bright sun hit her face, “I think I’m a plant… I can’t move…”
“Good morning Ruby! Not anymore. You have been a plant, but you’re all pony again now. Just feel it out, and you’ll find your legs again.”
Ruby’s body slowly unfurled as if she were still the flower that she had formed in, and then with a few twitches, her brain reconnected to her muscles and she gently slid out of the flower and into Withania’s waiting forelegs.
“Gosh, that was… Well, that was quite unlike anything I’ve done before… Oh, do you have my necklace? And my bracelet?”
“Never left your side,” said Withania, pointing to the base of the flower. It was wilting now, as they tended to do after the pony had bloomed - but new flowers could always be grown again. “It’s had a bit of a glow to it, if that means anything to you?”
Ruby grinned. “It’s been absorbing everything we’ve been doing. With a little work, I might be able to take on a form like yours - although normally I’m accustomed to turning to lamias and such… not a literal plant.”
“Oh!” Withania blushed heavily, “Well… Let me know… if you manage to harness it, I uh… would love to try out the other role. If you know what I mean…”
“I certainly will. I have a nice shop in Canterlot; Ruby’s Rubies - you would be most welcome to visit, and we’ll see if I can’t match your hospitality with my own style!”
“Your own style?” asked Withania inquisitively. Ruby rubbed against Withania’s side, flicking her tail playfully over the earth mare’s curvy hips.
“I’d imagine a mare of your taste likes serpents?” she asked, and judging by Withania’s rapt attention, did not require a direct answer. “I have various transformations I can undergo, thanks to my accessories. I’d love to show them to you."
“Y-yes please! Maybe… maybe I could call next week?”
Ruby stretched and lifted the other flowerpot containing her Tanglevine sapling with her magic, and gave Withania a wink.
“I’ll be expecting you.”