“Pinkie's Dick” and other Uninvited Thoughts

"It was great to see you again." Twilight Velvet squeezed her daughter one more time, then stepped back so her husband could get a turn.

Twilight Sparkle looked over her father's shoulder at her mother. "It was great to see you, too. I'll be back after Winter Wrap-Up, okay?"

Night Light chuckled as the hug ended. "Don't go feeling like it's an obligation to visit us every season, now."

The younger mare grinned. "It's not an obligation; it's a privilege." She began making her way down the street toward the train station, giving a final wave. "Goodbye!"

When their daughter had walked out of sight, the deep blue stallion gave a sidelong glance to his wife. "So, about that mysterious package you ordered from Ponyville..."

Velvet smirked back. "Yes, you can open it now."

She turned to follow Light inside as he made his way to the bedroom, where the aforementioned box had sat tauntingly over the dresser for the last week, ever since Twilight had arrived. He'd tried to weasel the nature of its contents out of his daughter, but either Velvet had sworn her to secrecy, or she didn't know.

Velvet picked it up with her magic, placed it in her own hooves, and formally presented it to him. "Happy Hearth's Warming, sweetie."

Night Light ripped the box open, reached in, and pulled out... a dress. It was a lacy light blue garment with muted purple accents, fitting for a school-filly's formal wear. And it was foal-sized.

He held it up to himself and turned to his wife. "It looks wonderful, but I think it may be a little small."

Velvet gazed back at him with half-lidded eyes. "It's supposed to be." She stepped closer and ran a hoof through his mane. "It has some magic to make tonight a little more... real."

Light looked back at the cloth in his hooves, seeing it anew. They'd talked about getting some magical assistance for their favorite fantasy before, but it had never been that serious, mostly because finding a skilled Unicorn willing to help would have been rather difficult. Suddenly holding the idea in his hooves, a real, tangible thing, made him giddy. And very, very hard. He looked up at his wife, a plea in his eyes. "Now?"

Velvet leaned in to kiss him on the nose. "Now."

The stallion eagerly scrambled to the bed, sitting on the edge. He put his right back leg into the opening in the back of the dress. It filled the whole thing up, but he ignored that for the time being and focused on guiding his hoof through the frilly inner leg-hole of a built-in undergarment. The hole was far too small, but forcing his leg through stretched the fabric without sign of tear.

The dress did a lot more stretching as he pushed his left leg in, threading his other hoof through the second hole. He wiggled back and forth as he worked the dress up his legs, shivering as the smooth fabric hugged his thighs and finally settled over his crotch. He guided his ball sack carefully into place, then pulled the front of the dress up over his chest, the taught fabric squeezing his erect penis against his stomach, and squishing his balls so hard it felt like they might retract.

A further jolt of pleasure occurred when his wife reached over and stroked his staff through the dress. He giggled and nuzzled her, before giving another tug, forcing one foreleg through the tight forward sleeve. They had to work together to stretch the dress far enough for him to reach the other sleeve, and Velvet climbed up behind him to help pull it all the way up his legs.

Night Light looked down at the glossy blue fabric hugging his forelegs, outlining his dick, and flowing on down to his knees, which were themselves forced together by the overtight skirt. He ran a hoof over it, a thrill catching in his throat and a twitch going through his cock. Then the dress was pulled even tighter as Velvet used her magic to tie the back together. As the last string was set in place, Night Light was sure he wasn’t going to be able to breathe.

Then a tingling that was not oxygen deprivation danced across his skin. As he watched, the dress's squeezing began to actually compress his forelegs, making them shrink. Soon his barrel followed suit. The parts of him not covered by the dress lagged slightly behind, but his hind legs and head were soon shrinking as well.

He felt a pop as his balls actually did retract, and his phallus was dragged downward in a torrent of pleasure, disappearing into the edge of a fresh opening he felt outlined against the still-tight undergarment. A cough forced its way out as his vocal cords realigned, and he crossed his eyes to watch as his snout shortened, the tip turning up cutely. He felt his dark blue mane flow down his back, suddenly much longer. A tickling around his ankles signaled that his tail had done the same. His legs lost muscle, and his hips widened, his stomach and chest shaping into a feminine curve.

As the changes ended, Night Light fell back on the bed, panting heavily. She looked up to see Velvet leaning over her, gazing down in that loving, motherly, sexy way she had. Velvet looked bigger, her light gray face eclipsing everything else. Light smiled blissfully up at her wife. Her mother.

Velvet leaned in, kissing the tip of Light's horn, then slowly moved down for a second, deeper kiss on soft, youthful lips. "Oh, you are adorable. My sweet little filly. Mommy's going to show you wonders."