How To Survive Your Giant Marefriend

Prince Blueblood, the royal unicorn stallion with the alabaster coat and golden blonde mane, woke with a start to discover that he was not in his royal sleeping quarters. In fact, this room didn't seem to be a bedroom at all. One look around and he recognized it as the dressing room of his marefriend, who happened to be a performer. There was a rack of different costumes against the wall, a tall divider for privacy when changing, and for some reason.... enormous make-up products all around him.

As the prince turned around, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. His heart jumped out of his chest when he realized that he had been shrunk down to a mere two inches tall. He was panicking so much that he barely had any time to process his situation. He heard the door click, signaling that somepony was about to walk in, and hid quickly behind a bottle of perfume. As the door opened, in entered his talented and elegant marefriend, the Great and Powerful, and most importantly beautiful, Trixie Lulamoon.

Prince Blueblood took a moment to drink in the unicorn mare's beauty. Her alluring azure coat, her shining silver mane, those dazzling violet-colored eyes, and a chest like a balcony one could watch the opera from. She was absolutely everything he'd ever wanted in a mare.

They had first met when she came to perform her magic show at the Grand Galloping Gala. She was so dazzling that he just had to go backstage and meet her. The two of them had been together ever since. He liked to think he treated her rather well, giving her jewelry and glamorous outfits and anything else she wanted. Even her own room in Canterlot Castle. He just loved to show her off at social events as his "star-studded sweetheart." And don't even get him started on her ability to make love. She was a magician on stage AND in bed. Their relationship may have been superficial, but neither one of them really cared, so long as they both got what they wanted out of it.

Of course, normally, Trixie wasn't this.... GIGANTIC! Every step of her foot shook the Earth and made it hard for the shrunken prince to keep his balance on the vanity table. He yelled as loud as he could, hoping that she would hear him and find him there, but his efforts seemed fruitless. Trixie had no way of knowing that Blueblood was even in the room.

The giant mare sat down at her mirror to give herself a touch-up. She picked up the eyeliner and began applying it gently to her lashes. The tiny stallion in front of her was growing more and more frustrated. He was about to call up to her one more time, but before he could, Trixie bent over for a closer look at her reflection and Blueblood was distracted by her colossal breasts. He had never seen a pair so big before. It was too good to be true and much too golden an opportunity to pass up. He decided that there was really no hurry for him to grow back to normal if it meant he could have a little fun first.

Before Trixie could sit up straight again, the micro stallion sprinted and jumped headfirst into her cavernous cleavage. It was warm and soft and it smelled like fresh juniper thanks to her perfume. Glorious. Absolutely glorious.

Trixie felt an odd tickling feeling between her breasts, like something was stuck in her cleavage. She reached in and was shocked to find what, or whom, she had plucked out.

"Blueblood?! Is that you?!" She exclaimed with wide, buggy eyes.

"Ah, hello, my darling!" said the tiny prince with the utmost elegance. "As you can see, I'm in a bit of a... tight squeeze here." The giant mare rolled her eyes as he chuckled at his own lousy pun. "I don't suppose you know any magic spells that can fix this? I do have a very important engagement this afternoon and I simply CANNOT arrive in this humiliating state. Be a dear and get on with it, will you?"

Trixie's mind wandered back to the previous day when her coltfriend had allowed her to sit in on an important royal meeting with the princesses. She had wanted to speak up and offer her own opinions, but he told her to just sit down and be quiet, which she did not appreciate. And then he had the gaul to say that her hands felt 'too sticky' just because she had waffles with maple syrup for breakfast that morning. She knew for a fact that she had washed it all off before going to the meeting that day, but apparently, His Royal Snobbishness disagreed. Of all the nerve! And in front of all the princesses, no less!

At that moment, Trixie got a very sinister idea. "Actually, I've got a better idea," she said with an evil smirk.

With the prince in the palm of her hand, the towering magician brought him up to her huge nostrils and took a big, deep inhale. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a panic, but before he got an answer, he was sniffed deep into Trixie's nose. It was dark and damp and he was getting completely covered in disgusting mucus. He struggled and squirmed to get loose. "TRIXIE!" he shouted. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! GET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!"

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be out in no time," she taunted. "With all that wiggling around you're doing, I think I feel a sneeze coming on."

"You would't dare!"

It turned out she would dare. As the irritation he caused grew more and more severe, her breath started hitching. The length of the build-up suggested that this sneeze was definitely going to be a big one. Prince Blueblood couldn't do anything except steady himself and prepare for blast off.

"AH-CHOOO!" Trixie sneezed and shot the miniature stallion right into her hands. Looking down at him, she could see that he was very disoriented and coated in snot. "Well, pardon me," she said smugly, lightly rubbing her nose with one finger. "Oh my. Look at you, darling. You're all sticky!"

Prince Blueblood regained his wits and tried to wipe the disgusting substance from his formerly perfect figure. "H-How could you do this to me?!" he demanded.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie does NOT play second fiddle to any pony! Nor does she take orders from a spoiled, pompous prick like you!"

"T-T-Trixie, please! Let's just sit down and discuss this like reasonable ponies."

"An excellent suggestion!"

Trixie stood up and lay Prince Blueblood down on the seat of her chair. The slimy mucus made it impossible for him to move. He was stuck. Even worse, the next thing he saw was Trixie's humungous blue bottom hovering over him. He gasped as he realized what she was about to do.

"No! Trixie! Please don't!"

"Why not?" the blue mare teased. "I thought you wanted me to... sit down and be quiet." And with that, she took her seat again, allowing her big voluptuous bottom to come crashing down on her little shrunken stallion like a meteorite.

There she sat, listening to his cries for mercy. She made sure to distribute her weight so she wouldn't actually kill him, but hopefully, this would teach him a lesson. Pretty soon, Prince Blueblood couldn't take it anymore. Usually, he loved it when Trixie sat on his chest with her big beautiful rump, but this was just too much.

"Alright! Alright, Trixie!" he pleaded between gasps. "I'm sorry!"

"Come again?"

"I promise from now on... I'll always... treat you like... an equal... in every... possible way!... After all... what is a prince... without.... his princess?!"

That was all she needed to hear. Trixie finally decided to let up on him. She stood up, peeled the tiny stallion off of her butt an brought him back up to her face. "Thank you for seeing it my way," she said. The prince was gasping to catch his breath, but mostly, his body was still intact with surprisingly minimal injuries.

"Phew...! You are a forceful one, Ms. Lulamoon. I never knew you could be so.... ruthless."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, 'your highness'."

"I'm sure there is. And I can't wait to find out more, my princess."

Blueblood puckered his lips, expecting a well-deserved kiss for personal growth, but all he got was a giant finger on his face.

"I'm afraid I can't kiss you until you've been washed clean of all that nasty mucus," Trixie told him, much to his disappointment. "Come on, darling. Let's go clean you up." She carried him out of the dressing room and toward the nearest restroom.

"Please be gentle," he pleaded nervously.

"We'll see."