Noble was still naked-- but really naked. Her amazonian, broad form had not a stitch over soft curve nor hard muscle, let alone harsh leather straps putting her on display like a Saturday Night Special at the Clocktower Club. Her biceps were fine, thank you very much; her breasts their proper shapeliness, her belly as sturdy and ripped as ever.

No piercings. No flab. No ring on the horn. No failure! she snarled internally, her vision nearly going red with wrath. And there, chortling, not even sweating-- still fucking masturbating!-- stood the source of her suffering. Trixie. Fucking. Lulamoon.

Noble's eyes flared with anger. "I thought you were actually pimping me on the str-- those were some of my customers!" she roared at the smaller unicorn. Moonie and Stone Bola were regulars. She could count on them in a pinch-- had held their birthday parties in her store! As for Keyan-- he'd done free signings of his travelogues whenever he was in Canterlot! Friends and customers for her real job. Not… not…

Trixie's smirk beneath her hat was almost more enraging than the illusion itself. Of course the bitch is keepin' her hat on, Noble thought. Nude match, my sweet fanny!

"Of course I did," Trixie said, calm and remaining in the first person. "You really are quite the proud one." Her teeth flashed white, and Noble's vision flashed red. "I love breaking the proud ones."

Noble forgot that this was a scene, that it was play. That hyper temper flared up in her, as did the power in her taut, well-built amazonian muscles. Abs clenching and hips twisting, she made a whistling strike with her left fist, a fast slug that had taken out guardsponies and visiting griffons alike. Just the pushy ones, but Trixie had pushed her last button.

And not in the fun way.

The still mostly lithe, but somewhat pudgy form in front of her couldn't be expected to handle that. Not only not a hyper, she'd always been an acrobat, and while Noble knew that was a kind of strength, it wasn't the warrior's strength. Curse me, I'm about to break the high priestess' jaw! was her last thought before the meathammer of her fist connected.

With Trixie's palm. Moving her not at all. Any remorse in Noble was wiped out in a second as Trixie gave a smug giggle. Not the haughty laugh of a triumphant gloater, but somehow worse: a bemused chuckle. Then everything got so much worse. Trixie stopped masturbating, and started sucking on her femmejuice-stained fingertips again. Still holding fast-- and then it got worse again. The blue fingers clenched over Noble's much larger fist, and Noble yelped in pain as incredible force, nigh bone-breaking, was exerted.

As the "little" archmage twisted, and Noble fell towards the floor, Trixie's smirk grew wider. "I told you, girl," Trixie said hungrily, licking her lips. "I like breaking the proud ones. You're in my magic, now; all of you, not just your sight and hearing. I own your touch, your kinesthetic sense-- everything." She smiled thinly. "I can make you weak, girl."

Then she laughed, this time a belly-shaking, boob-bouncing gloat, and she tossed the much bigger Noble to the ground with a backhanded heave. "Oh, wait!" Trixie exclaimed. "I already have."

Staggering to her feet, Noble grunted, "Never. Fuckin' never, bitch. It's all illusions, and I broke that before!" It took longer than usual to get herself centered; her hips felt… strange. "Th' fuck?" she muttered, and looked down at her thighs.

It was a mistake, twice over.

To Noble's horror, she noticed that her thighs look like they had shrunk. Thick, chiseled thunder thighs had become a mere toned toughness. Even her calves below looked smaller! To make matters worse yet again, she noticed this just a second before she found out that the appearance seemed to match reality. Just before the no longer so tiny balled up fist of Trixie Lulamoon slammed into Noble's… four pack? and sent her flying back towards the wall with a sickening crunch.

"Is it? Can you?" laughed Trixie. As Noble pushed herself back up along the wall, she looked over her opponent, willing the sight to be untrue.

It didn't work. Gone was the soft athleticism of a former showmare rocking a desk job. No taller than before, Trixie abruptly bulged, huge muscles pumping out everywhere. From her thick, corded neck, to her blossomingly broad shoulders, along treetrunk arms and mountainous legs-- everywhere, absolutely everywhere, Trixie wasn't just all the strength Noble was lacking-- she was more than Noble had ever been.

And Noble was losing ground. As Trixie planted her huge feet in long, floor-shaking swings, one after another, Noble had the horrifying sensation of weakness. Of loss. Trixie kept coming, hips swinging as though their mutual goddess was inspecting her behind. Trembling from more than the footquakes, Noble hugged herself-- and cried out in shock. Her arms-- thinned. Her thighs turned to flab, and her belly to a soft squish. Each of it getting worse with every casual slam of Trixie's feet.

With every strut of her growing thighs. "See, loser, the Great and Powerful Trixie is the total package," Trixie gloated. "By unparalleled mastery of magic, not only is the Wondrous and Triumphant Trixie able to make stupid musclebrained bitches weak, she is able to add their pathetic strength to her glorious whole!"

The long string of Trixie's laughter, "Ohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" for what felt like minutes, came off as a bit much. Noble took advantage of the moment to get back on her feet, blushing at more than just her sudden weakness.

A blue arm curled up, swelling out massive bicep, bigger than Noble's prior best in unflinchingly absolute terms. She tilted her wrist back, palm up and thumb against the center while her fingers cascaded back. Stroking her other hand across the vascular expanse as though revealing a once-vanished pigeon to an adoring audience, Trixie let out a horrendous, evil cackle. "Do you think you're the first slut stupid enough to challenge Trixie? To fight against her greatness?" Her eyes flared wide with lust and smug hunger. The rippling musculature quivered with a pleasured vibration, and Trixie licked her lips as though she tasted victory and pussy already. "You're mine now, girl."

Shaking her head, Noble set her jaw and her will against it, disbelieving with all her heart. "Manure," she cursed at Trixie. "This is an illusion. You said it yourself-- kinesthetics. I'm still stronger, I just have to break free!" She could feel her body. Sure, it was heavy curves more than unlimited strength now, but it was there! The sense that her limbs could barely support themselves… Has to be a trick, she told herself.

Has to be.

Trixie flirted her tail from side to side and smirked casually. Still holding her massive peak out in sculpted display, she sneered. "Pump your wimpy little thing out, broody," Trixie commanded. "Put all of your so-called strength into it. Flog out all the little remnants I left you to be able to breath. See if you can make yourself believe that this is still illusion-- and that you're not… just… weak."

"Fine!" Noble yelled back. It wasn't really a roar any more; her suddenly sagging chest didn't seem to have more than a harsh whinny to it. She pulled up her left arm to match Trixie's still-clenched right. "Guns! Out!" With that, Noble balled her hand into the fist she wanted to shove into Trixie's sneering faced, and flexed as hard as she could.

Trixie giggled. Her huge peak lost a bit of flexion as she was distracted, but she snorted down a chuckle, and flexed hard again. In clear invitation she made that showpony-demonstrating-the-prize wave of her hand, pointing to the oversized blue bicep, in a beautiful state of utter domination. Then she started laughing again as she pointed at Noble's white… uh.. gun?

It wasn't that Noble had nothing to show. An illusion might just conceal down to an untensed smoothness, after all. What she got was horribly worse. There was a little bit of bulge, displaying a thin bit of hide. She'd seen sixteen year old nerds trying impress each other in her store that could do better. Even the tremble along her forearm-- and the burning sensation from trying to hold it-- was a horrendously real-seeming reaction. As though Trixie had swallowed her strength whole.

Trixie, Noble reminded herself, shivering. The now-megazonian mare, still five-foot-six but now even more of a packed powerhouse than Noble had ever been, was just standing there. Holding a beautiful, gigantic posed peak from her arm that could have contained four of Noble's pathetic pump.

Four? Noble whimpered internally. I'm not sure I shouldn't mean eight! She just kept looking back and forth from arm to arm until Trixie had pity on her, and slapped Noble's arm down to her side. A flirty smile crossed Trixie's blue lips, and she pulled a softer pose, raising up one palm, then the other, beside her shoulders. As she did, she turned from side to side, showing off every meaty, muscled, rippled inch.

Shocked for a few moments, Noble could do nothing but drool. Trixie was-- beautiful. Beautiful like this in a way the prior hallucination simply hadn't been able to enforce on Noble's mind. This isn't some cartoonish bulge and balloon, Noble thought, shocked. I've never seen an illusion that detailed-- this is a musculature like a princess. A dreamy image filled her mind, showing Trixie as a lesser shadow of the alicorn they both served, lighter blue in homage to Luna's divine definition and power.

Even unflexed, her heavy arms showed perfect definition, bulk without clumsiness, upper and lower arm alike. Proud pecs, broad and powerful, pushed Trixie's already thick GG cups forward, her clearly stiff nipples pointing straight and forward. Below them, an almost impossible six-pack, stiff and stern, moving only with her breath, was framed by massive obliques.

Below, Trixie's once thickly-padded hips and thighs were now distinctly taut over dangerously massive thighs. Well-read on this as well as any other subject, Noble's mind kept chanting out the name of every muscle group as it flexed or extended with each thundering step. Soon, though Noble was still a foot taller, Trixie loomed at her, pushing hard into her personal space.

Their nipples inches apart.

With her hands on her now-impressive hips, Trixie sneered. "Do you understand now, stupid ex-hyper?" she asked. "Just submit, and I'll loan you some back-- to be of service to our Lady, of course."

Service. Loan? Noble thought, and the revolt against weakness before Luna met sheer stubbornness at the absurdity of it all. "No way, asshole!" Noble growled, and clenched her hands together. "This is a fucking illusion. I can beat it, and I will beat you so hard you'll have to raincheck being my bitch!" She slammed the mace of her fists right into Trixie's solar plexus. All I have to do is break her concentration…

It was Noble's concentration that broke. She yelped in pain, waving her throbbing hands out like they were on fire. She couldn't hold herself up, just slinking back down against the wall. It had been like punching magic-reinforced steel. Or… or like just punching steel, she panicked, For a normal pony!

Trixie just yawned, and arrested Noble's slide by slamming a palm against her chest, deep into her cleavage. She hoisted the bigger unicorn up and shook her head. "I don't merely know one type of magic," she informed Noble, then flipped her white-hided victim up into the air with ease!

It wasn't just Noble's strength that was lacking. She couldn't coordinate; her body felt alien, not her own. Every sensation was magnified, from the bruise left by the heel of Trixie's palm, to the wind whistling by her, to the blush-inducing throb of her clit.

She definitely felt-- or overfelt-- having her back slam into Trixie's broad, chiseled shoulders. To Noble's horror, she squealed out loud and horny. The impact forced out an exhalation of tormented air right before Trixie casually wrapped her burly arms back over Noble's curvy body. One huge arm lewdly thrust up between Noble's legs, flicked a finger across her soaked sex, and then planted itself on Noble's now-soft, well-fed tummy.

The force that ground over Noble's stomach was harsh enough on sore, weakened muscles, but it forced her still-lush booty against Trixie's left shoulder. Meanwhile, the other shoved hard strength against the top of Noble's chest. The sheer size of it ground hard muscles almost to her throat while still pumping the rest of her bulging forearm against Noble's soft F-cups. There was no mercy there, none at all. Trixie's broad hand seized Noble's far shoulder, and pressed her upper back hard against Trixie's right shoulder. "Fuck!" was all Noble could manage after the newest squeal.

"Not until you submit, stupid," Trixie retorted, and then hauled down hard. Her fingers dug into the white of Noble's naked body, and then the real pressure hit. Blue-hided biceps and triceps swelled out dangerously, and Noble cried out in pain and panic as her back was bent at an unnatural angle. She even wondered if Trixie's hand at her stomach would leave a permanent dent.

She held out. She held out, and Trixie held to the rules-- no permanent damage. Her back screaming, Noble managed, "Could you-- gah!" After she got her grunting, yelping cough under control, she finished the quip, "Could you move your hand a little lower if all you're gonna do is fondle me?" Of course, she wasn't exactly proud of how turned on her body felt being near-broken by Trixie's stolen might, but…

… but it wasn't surrender. And the banter had the effect Noble was aiming for. Sort of. Trixie just snorted in disgust and hurled Noble's curvy body off her back and to the ground.

Skill hadn't been stolen from her. Noble had taken enough self-defense courses hyper to hyper to know how to take a fall. If the slap of her lush tits against the floor hurt worse, she forced herself to ignore it as she rolled out and away from her opponent.

Not fast enough. Trixie was on her in a flash. "Stupid bitch," Trixie called her, and grabbed her short mane, hauling her up to her knees. "Are you really so persistently dense as to think you still have a chance against the Vast and Mighty Trixie?" Before Noble could spit defiance back in her face, Trixie clamped Noble's mouth shut with just her pointer finger and pinkie. "Silence is your friend now, slut."

Noble mrmph mrpmh mprhled so freaking hard at Trixie.

The suddenly ripped sorceress shook her head, hat bobbing disdainfully. "If you're not going to be a pretty little piece, then really, what use are you?" Trixie sighed. It stung. The repetitions of 'useless,' from the hallucination to now, were starting to get to Noble. She burned with a strange, erotic shame, fighting the growing desire to just give over the fight and stop the humiliation… because she wasn't certain that she'd ask Trixie to stop.

"Let the Wise and Mighty Trixie show you just how fucked you are, cunt," Trixie hissed. "Not going to be a good subbie and surrender? Then why do you need even a broodie's curves?" She grabbed Noble's right tit and squeezed harshly-- thumbing Noble's pleasure-pulsing nipple the whole time.

Noble's eyes widened and she struggled as Trixie's horn and eyes started to glow. More than the worrisome mixture of pain and pleasure drove her, but it was no use. Brighter and brighter, the blue light intensified, and Noble felt a sudden lack of weight in her front. An abrupt cessation of gravity and anatomy's haul against her back.

When the light faded, Trixie's hand was roughly fondling a tiny little A-cup teat, matching its nigh-flat unmolested twin. Only Noble's nipples were still as big as they had ever been-- but ah, so much more obedient to Trixie's talented fingers. The now-busty blue mare tortured Noble's outsized nips expertly. Not the torture of pain, no. Such crudeness was apparently beneath her now. She just giggled, holding Noble trapped by the muzzle as she played with Noble's nubs.

A flick here, a twist there-- Noble's poor boobs seemed to have kept all the nerve-endings of her heavier base rack. Within moments, Noble was bucking, hips thrusting from the constant shock of pleasure as Trixie had her wicked way with Noble's deflating chest.

No! Noble tried to scream. She got nowhere, just a muffled moan. Her perky boobs sent the message and her body obeyed, a thunderbolt climax sending her sex winking and her body thrashing in the buffer, bustier Trixie's control. With an exaggerated yawn that set her impossibly perky L-cups wobbling,Trixie let go of Noble's mouth.

Before Noble could protest, Trixie let out a half-orgasmic grunt of her own. Noble's freedom was swiftly curtailed; Trixie ruthlessly tangled her free fingers in the big mare's mane.

"Look down, boardsville," Trixie commanded, laughing now, but a long, low pant of sexual satisfaction grinding off some of the irritation.

Down was full of blue. Specifically, two huge blue tits. Luscious, suckable mountains of succulent breastflesh, gigantic, irrationally perky, and jammed up against Noble's teeny chest. A whine escaped Noble's mouth. It's not like my identity is bound up in something stupid like boobs, she reminded herself. Or muscles. But…

But the Lady liked her look, and Trixie was taking it. Gone was the certainty that Trixie was just using illusions. For all she'd talked big about owning Noble's kinesthetic sense, the immense L-cups felt so real, so soft, so plush against her now-flat body that Noble couldn't see any way to deny it. She slumped.

Noble slumped forward, and Trixie took advantage. "No reason to stop there, of course," Trixie purred, an arrogant sneer of a sound. She still had the back of Noble's head to hand, and shoved the suddenly thinner unicorn face-forward into her magnified cleavage. "Oooh, I do like one thing about all the pec plumpness I take from silly bitches like you," Trixie cooed, and flexed.

Had Noble called those breasts soft? She couldn't remember it. All around her was strength, a tension beneath the pillowy vastness as Trixie booblocked Noble's head. Kept Noble utterly captive with just a firm flex of her chest.

Noble could feel the difference, too. Even with her head sunk into the shorter mare's chest, Noble could feel Trixie's scumptiously oversized tits pushing and squishing out against her drained body. In fact, even with Trixie's throbbing nipples planted almost to Noble's shoulders…

Whining, Noble realized, Even below the nips, she's still bigger than I am in just two dimensions! So stripped of yet another layer of dignity, she wondered if Trixie would force her to go concave. Terrified but still fighting, she squirmed, moaned, and tried her hardest to poke her snout somewhere she could get air that wasn't full of Trixie's musk.

Somewhere she could breath without her sex screaming for her to submit, and give in to the pleasure of those hypnotically crushing knockers.

The moan became a squeal of panic when she felt Trixie's hard hands on some of the last of her remaining curvishness. Lewdly, Trixie took charge of Noble's hips with a stern grip. Noble couldn't hear what Trixie had to say, but she knew that the archmage she had so foolishly challenged was about to take more from her.

Trixie's fingers left obscenely erotic traces of pleasure over Noble's soft skin. She seemed to know Noble's erogenous zones by heart, contemptuously wielding them to drain Noble's will, too. With that advantage, she took an languid, groping, gloating slowness in teasing Noble. Indeed, as she held Noble's head in chestacular confinement, she fondled, caressed, and spanked Noble's jiggly tush, squeezed her padded hips, and teased flat nails across sensitive, wobbly thighs.

Then, just like she had dreaded, Noble felt her ass begin to fall away from Trixie's hands. To shrink. To tighten against a scant, barely pony-minimum layer of muscle, and that tightness began to spread.

Her bones reshaped.

Whatever Trixie was doing, it flattened Noble's hips. Forget the loss of the matronly padding across her thighs. Forget the fact that her tummy was tucking in to a twiggy skinniness. Big, foalbearing hips were suddenly becoming as thin as a colt's. It didn't stop, even after Trixie released Noble's ass.

Released it, yanked her out of the smothering darkness of Trixie's cleavage, and then seized her wrists in a flash. Keeping Noble plastered against her magnificient mass of mammaries, Trixie hauled Noble's hands down to her hips. "Do you like them, wimp?" Trixie nickered, then slammed her newly fattened curves from side to side. "Gotta admit, one point to your useless flab-- you've made my curves so much more gorgeous for our Mistress."

Noble felt it. Felt the lush softness, the maretriarch's majesty in curvaceous excess. Trixie grabbed one of her hands again. Made her plant a palm at the top of one of Trixie's hips. Let her strain to try and get her fingers stretched wide enough to even get a third of the way down the curve to the thigh.

"See?" whispered Trixie. "That's what a mare feels like. On you…" She pulled Noble's hand back to-- well. Noble's waist.

Flat, flat, flat, Noble's mind moaned as Trixie played with her hand, wiping the palm up and down over the completely reshaped curve to push the lesson home: No more feminine excess. No more even suggestion of a mare at the hips.

"Just like a stupid little colt's," Trixie told her, voicing Noble's own despair. "Not that you had much more than a plain little colt left in the top department, but…" She shrugged, and vast tracts of breastage bobbled and slapped against Noble's face.

That was the real beginning of Noble's loss. She was defeated by the powerful plush when even losing her hyper's might hadn't been able to dim her spirit. It was like the strings holding up her pride were cut, and with them, her resistance. Falling against Trixie's mixture of killer strength and bountiful curves, she shuddered once, then bit her lip.

She had two means of rebellion left: a refusal to speak, and a refusal to masturbate.

Fighting was impossible. Trixie had effortlessly defeated her even when she'd still had a hyper's body, and not a six-foot-six pipe cleaner. But she could grit her jaw. She could refuse to surrender verbally, even if she hadn't the strength to even push away from Trixie.

Her cunny betrayed her. Her nethers were about the only things plump on her, and the only part of her as stiff as her mercilessly throbbing clit was her far-too-erect nipples on her now below-A breasts. The dewy labia gushed with lubrication, screaming in pleasurable wrath for Noble to give in, to kneel before Trixie and just shove three fingers deep. To fill her twat and cum before the superior unicorn.

Noble refused.

Trixie wasn't done yet.

The buff, badass form of the high priestess shook with laughter. "Not gonna say it, slut?" Trixie teased, and then grabbed Noble's throat. She hauled the still-taller unicorn back and tsked. "Can't even praise good. Worthless. Let me give you another chance."

Once again Noble was sent flying, this time flat onto her back. Trixie stepped over her, thunderstorm thighs wobbling with each step and every pump of her potent quads. Far above Noble, just like in the illusion, were Trixie's cutie marks, this time stretched out over a mouth-watering bubble butt. "Trixie's patience is running out," the big blue unicorn warned. "You've got a tongue; if you won't speak-- well. Trixie was already cleaned as per the Mistress' standards. You can just worship like the whorse I named you."

Then she abruptly kicked her legs forward, and fell ass-first onto Noble's face.

Noble yelped, but her face was quickly smothered by perky blue buttocks. Lush cheeks with powerful glutes fell around her upturned muzzle, trapping it in Trixie's curvy hind end. Just like with her trip to cleavage land, Trixie didn't let Noble just rest in the erotic confines; she squeezed, glutes bulging out

This time, Noble could hear the final warning. "Lick, whorse!" roared Trixie. "Drill my asshole deep and surrender. I will have no more mercy for this nonsense; you are beaten!"

Noble wasn't sure why she didn't. From an outsider's perspective-- one who hadn't had the shit kicked out of her, and whose body hadn't been drained to produce the glorious demigoddess above her-- Trixe was really the height of mortal beauty now. A powerful maretriarch's core of super-muscle, ready to defend her domain but with a fertile expanse of ultra-curves to match.

Not a hyper's height, but who cared? Hypers and normals alike would have eagerly knelt to just have the chance to suck on some of the taut hide covering Trixie's glorious biceps, or worship her delts with their tongue. Let alone be permitted to adore her most secret, tight places. And she did seem to be waiting; perhaps poor Noble Cause would be allowed to clean her tongue, then worship the Mistressful and Triumphant Trixie's pretty pussy.

Maybe it was pettiness. Some stubborn core that hadn't been beaten yet. Maybe it was the memory of the rules, knowing that there was only so much Trixie could do to her-- hump her face, sure, but not break her.

She wasn't sure how only being willing to "loan" back part of her physiology counted there, but she'd been so heavily trounced, the logic didn't quite click like it had before.

Noble didn't give Trixie's broad, bouncy butt the analingus the enraged archmage wanted. She just lay there, passive, waiting for the end. She didn't know why she neither gave in nor safeworded.

Maybe she couldn't any longer, and her only hope was Trixie noticing.

If that was her hope, it was a faint one. Trixie released her gluteal clench, and slowly began to rise. Something did break in Noble; weakly, she fumbled for her sopping sex. Shamelessly, she frigged herself. Her hand clenched and shifted over her sex, trying to quench the insatiable need she'd been left with.

Moaning and panting softly, all she could manage, Noble stopped fighting the urge and started bringing herself across. Her fingers ran over labia and clit almost randomly as she watched the tilt and press of muscles that had once been hers. The bulge and swell of quads built from her mass. The powerful bulk of mighty glutes that had just been trapping her between heavenly rump cheeks.

Noble came when Trixie turned, when the swish of tail gave way to the mighty stolen rack above. The two huge boobs were still impossibly perky, their fresh-taken mass denying gravity as well as every scrap of magical lore Noble thought she knew. Noble climaxed, jerking around on the floor, but even that was just weak spasms, a little flailing.

Coldness seemed to hiss from Trixie Lulamoon where heat had been. "You pathetic, useless piece of meat," Trixie snarled. "You scorn every chance Trixie gives you-- look at you! Cumming from just how much of a wimpy, pathetic nothing you are. You're worthless to Trixie's Mistress. My Goddess."

It felt like her heart stopped. There was a threat in that 'my' that Noble couldn't, shouldn't believe-- and did. She let out a soft whine of protest and then a louder groan when Trixie planted an enlarged foot on Noble's chest and pushed down, knocking the air out of her. Above, Trixie's pussy was even more drenched than Noble's. The gorgeous lips were right above Noble's face, mocking her with Trixie's triumphant arousal.

With Trixie's chiseled legs bent, the powerful priestess simply let her honey fall, splattering rich musk of marejuices onto Noble's face. Marking her. "Shut. It." Trixie snarled. "No sister of mine would be both so weak and so foolish. How we missed this, I don't know, but you know what?"

Noble didn't. But she did know that she dreaded the hateful smugness in that voice. Almost as much as she was starting to love the scent of her tormenter's femjuices as Trixie's winking sex continued its lewd display of triumph.

Uncaring of her hapless victim's fear, Trixie continued, "Mistress did pick you, and She doesn't make mistakes. It must have been the Dedicated but Occasionally Unfortunate Trixie's fault." There was a soft sigh, interspersed by a light groan. Trixie's mouthwateringly plush hips wriggled, as though anticipating a stern Lunar hand on her newly plumped ass. Noble just stared up at Trixie's clenching cunny, mesmerized by it.

"So it will be the Great and Powerful Trixie's duty to fix you, little mistake," growled the amazonian sorceress. Before Noble could do more than tremble, Trixie added, "And I do mean little."

Noble found the strength to scream as her body was covered in Trixie's blue glow. Tried to writhe away, tried to find some last reserve of adrenaline to hurl her massively muscled doom away. Nothing. She couldn't move an inch of blue hide; she didn't think she could move a hair on Trixie's calf as her fingers scrabbled at the chiseled bulge.

All the faster as those fingers shrunk. Trixie's horrible, terrifying, castigating laugh was the only source of movement for the hulking archmage. Or at least Noble thought. She was too busy orgasming in fear. Squealing, hearing her voice go higher in pitch as she shrunk away from Trixie, her sex shuddering and core clenching as obscenely as though Trixie was giving her head, rather than stealing her size.

Noble could tell. It wasn't just that the cackling archmage was getting proportionally bigger. As the shadow of her immense tits got bigger and bigger, the pinned mare could see Trixie grow towards the ceiling. Shade and melon alike shook over Noble in ardent victory. Legs that had been only about up to the doorknob were starting to get to the top of the door frame. Trixie pitched back her head, mane supporting her pointy hat impossibly. Her tail was flagged with her own arousal, her bubble butt shaking with delight.

As Noble's body decreased so far that her flat torso was starting to vanish beneath Trixie's foot, the now-huge mare stepped off of her. Her vast knee came down with an immense thud, and before the battered Noble could react, Trixie began to pleasure herself again. Noble's sudden freedom was even more suddenly lost as the gorgeous, quivering quim above her began to drench again. In just a moment, Noble's entire body was stained by Trixie's femmejuices.

The shrinking stopped soon after, but it was soon too late. She'd gone from six feet and change to no more than six inches. Flat as a board, as a colt, all over, and so weak that she couldn't force herself to rise even as the thick scent of Trixie's masturbatory excess soaked her, she just… waited.

Useless, she whispered to herself. So live it. If she was to be a prisoner to the pretty pussy above her, owned by its mesmeric beauty and the constant splash of marecum, then she might as well enjoy it. Noble covered herself in as much of Trixie's femmecum as she could. Rubbed it over herself. Began to stroke it over her own needy sex in imitation of the expert fingering Trixie was displaying for her.

Her tiny squeals were drowned out entirely by the giantess' bellowing pleasure, but that, too seemed right. When Trixie finished bringing herself over, those damp fingers reached down to grab Noble. "T-trixie," Noble groaned. "I…" She whined.

The huge fingers reached around her easily. They felt… right. She was trapped by Trixie's strength, controlled and bound. Noble felt absurdly lucky. Not that she'd been allowed to finish her worshipful frigging, but that the giant archmage had pulled her up right side up, instead of hanging upside down like some awful trophy.

"Shh, little mistake," Trixie said, her gruff, rumbly voice now oddly tender. "Be silent, and obey your mistress of the now. I will make you fit again for your true Mistress, the one who will never reject you."

Noble hung her head. She wanted to know how, but waited, silently. As she waited, she was hauled skyward.

No.

Pussyward.

"Remember," groaned Trixie, as she began to stroke Noble's horn against her vast nethers. "Remember She is the Mother Moon, the Sacred Darkness. I take you in place of Her, little mistake." Thick fingers squeezed harder around Noble, pushing her further up. Soaking her head in the thick moisture within Trixie's hidden walls, filling her lungs with Trixie's scent.

Somehow it didn't quite get her climaxing, but perhaps that was for the Goddess alone. For the Goddess Merciful and Wondrous Trixie will make me worthy of once again? Noble wondered, and gave up on holding her breath.

No, as Trixie plunged her in and out of her quivering cunny, Noble took a deep breath, just before being thrust in dildo-deep yet again. Not drowning herself, but filling her body with Mistress Trixie's scent. "That's it, sweet mistake," Trixie rumbled in between pants. Noble didn't know how her mistress knew, but she was so grateful for Trixie's approval Then Trixie mewled with renewed lust, swiftly pulling Noble up to her clit.

Which she used to frot against Noble's horn. Groaning and grunt, Trixie bent down, pumping her luscious hips just slightly, but swiftly. All the better to fuck Noble's horn and head. A blue glow surrounded Noble's body, absorbing her flare and magic alike as the Gracious and Gigantic Trixie clitfucked her to horngasm.

And let Trixie bring her huge hands up to fondle her own mega-mams. Exuberantly, she squeezed the L-cup mountains, rolling her own breastflesh around for a moment while she returned to thrusting Noble deeply into her cunt. Noble caught brief glimpses of glory from below each time she was pulled out of the warm wonder of Trixie's increasingly comforting cunt.

She drooled, watching Trixie work her soft mountains over. All but came when she was ducked in, then out again, her eyes full of Trixie pinching and tugging on her nipples with the same arrogant expertise she'd used on poor, struggling Noble. Did cum, again, and perhaps finally, when Trixie's pussy clenched hard around her body, waist-deep in the moistness.

She heard the muffled roar of Trixie's triumph through her mistress' body. It didn't seem important; she could feel the superior sex clench and quiver around her, soaking her anew. It was more important than her faint concern over why she didn't need to breathe, but that was it.

Far more important to Noble was that Mistress Trixie didn't pull her out this time. She was plunged deeper and deeper into the wet wonder of Trixie's pussy. Deeper. Shrunk further. Her lungs burned, but she remained conscious. Her eyes were coated in femmecum, but somehow, she could see. Even the darkness didn't seem to veil the organic prison from her sight.

Noble couldn't stop climaxing, and didn't want to.

She shrunk further, the blue glow forcing her closer and closer to the tight ring of muscle beneath. Tinier, tinier, almost cell-sized, she hovered before the final guardian. Trixie's voice whispered in her mind. Will you be made whole, sweet mistake? Will you surrender to me, and be reborn fit for the Goddess?

Noble's mind was full of YES!

The yes carried her into Trixie's womb, and as she felt herself implanting into the wall, she felt not a feverish constant sexual stimulation but… contentment.

Then sacred darkness.

Far too soon, the light returned. A blessed silver light, but it brought her out of the peace and satisfaction of the sacred darkness far, far too soon.

Sound dragged her from euphoria and into consciousness. Slowly, gently, but insistently.

"I lied," said the harsh, trembling voice. "Oh, fuck me, I lied. I lied so much. I promise, sweetheart. That was just the scene. I need you to know that, Noble; it was just for the illusion. You are more than worthy of our Goddess."

Worthy…? Noble felt confused. Had she been born ag-- wait. She flexed lightly. Familiar muscles tensed and bulged, rippling with familiar stress and power.

"I will stop you from punching me if you try," Trixie said. "Just to note. I'm not sorry. I did warn you." She paused, and Noble squirmed a bit. All Noble knew was that everything was dim, and she was on her back. A third sensation joined them; suddenly, Noble was being hugged. The feeling was a rather pleasant combination of plush squish and sweet tightness. "Sweet Rainbows and Moon's Dark, I've never mindfucked anyone as strong as you!"

"What in Tartarus…?" groaned Noble. Her eyes opened slowly. She was still in Trixie's room. She wasn't covered in femmecum. It was a little hard to move, though. For obvious reasons; her head was in Trixie's lap, and Trixie was almost burying her in blue boobs. The little-- little again?-- unicorn was hugging that tight.

With just her normal, gymnast's strength.

"I mindfucked you good, sister-of-faith," Trixie said simply. "C'mon, sit up a bit. I'll… can I brush your mane, please?"

Still confused, but no longer frightened or angry, Noble shimmied back up against Trixie's naked chest, resting against her. She felt like… Like I did go through all that, she thought, seizing up suddenly.

"No," said firmly, but her embrace was gentle. "I promise. You didn't go through that. It's just the adrenaline crash." Light, stroking movements massaged Noble from one shoulder to the other. Not even sexual, just caressing and holding. Her palms pressed into the thankfully strong upper expanse of Noble's massive pecs, a slight bulge before-- yes. Her boobs, back to normal.

All of her curves. A bit petty, but it had been a breaking point. She shook her head lightly-- Actually, Trixie's GGs are kinda comfortable, she noted-- and rasped out, "Did you… read my mind?"

"Earlier," Trixie responded, and hugged Noble close once again. "Not now. It's just-- the others ask whether it was real or not too." A hint of the usual arrogance. "Much earlier, as it happens." Then hesitation, the lush blue mammaries bobbing against Noble's head as Trixie swallowed heavily. "May I brush your mane? Please?"

It was weird. She should be utterly furious at Trixie, but she just couldn't seem to find the energy. "S-sure," Noble mumbled. "But-- explanations?" She smiled hazily and lobbed Trixie's request back at her. "Please?"

Trixie laughed-- not mockery, not gloating, just a gentle giggle that gave a rather lovely titmassage to Noble's broad shoulders. "Thanks, my sister," Trixie said softly. "You'll see."

Noble felt the brief hum of magic through her horn, then careful, measured brushstrokes through her mane. Kinda nice, she thought. Even the bristles against my hide. Huh. She sank back into Trixie's embrace, closing her eyes.

The nervousness in Trixie's voice didn't affect the steadiness of the brush as she said, "See? Relaxing. Very important for aftercare." Noble mumbled something, but it wasn't particularly coherent. Trixie was right, after all.

The two mares snuggled close for a few moments, but then Trixie said, "So-- right. Explanations." The brushing paused, Trixie hugged Noble tighter, and Noble was treated to another lovely heave of Trixie's warm, soft chest behind her. "The big thing to know is that not only are you worthy of our Mistress, but you're one of the strongest mares I've ever met." Another jiggly laugh. "Sombra's horn, you are the strongest mare I've been able to overwhelm since putting away the Alicorn Amulet."

Noble blinked a bit. The brushing resumed its lovely, intimate caressing of her short mane, and she was back among the clouds. Not just mentally; all of her was still in a bit of a buzz; not just from the adrenaline crash, but a pleasant hum through her body. It, at least, seemed to confirm a multiplicity of orgasms, and checkmarked them to be remembered for later. Eventually, she voiced her confusion, asking, "But-- you… you did beat me. You knocked me silly, again and again-- it felt so real."

Her sudden shudder was hugged away; its last cold echoes kissed away when Trixie tilted Noble's muzzle up and pressed lips to lips. When it ended, the sweetness of their mutual taste tingled on like the slow, steady brushing of Noble's mane.

Trixie simply said, "Nopony has ever gone so deep with me as you did, sweetling." Silence ticked on, broken only by the sound of brush bristles sliding through Noble's mane.

The declaration left Noble shocked, and she muttered an inquiring grunt at Trixie. Who amiably enough expanded her explanation. "Anypony strong enough to hold out would usually beat me hollow," she said with a short laugh. "Starlight can make dance like a puppet; Mistress can make me submit with a look." She kissed Noble again, then sighed wryly. "The, er, Mostly Gracious and Usually Magnanimous Twilight Sparkle has mostly forgiven Trixie, but she hasn't shown a lot of interest. Probably just as well, Trixie would not like to experience what goes on in that mare's head."

As Noble contemplated this, Trixie went on, saying, "Usually, even the tough ones-- Mistress' best thestrals, or her Silver Cardinals, or whatever… and they are tough, believe me, I make sure of that!-- usually, they collapse somewhere between me convincing them I took their clumsy ol' muscles or when I make them think I've stolen their tits."

Noble heard the moue of distaste on Trixie's lips in her voice as she added, "Or taken their cocks. I don't like stallion much, but I've done a few who've earned it." She sniffed, and her telekinetic brushing briefly became perhaps a bit too brisk. "And someponies don't understand who's the boss until they think their prostates are being pounded. Blech. But, hey, I get off either way, so…"

"You mean…"

"Heh. Yep. Usually they call me mistress long before I can go with the curves thing. And that's the toughies! Almost all of the rank and file who've asked for a session with me as a reward don't get past being whorsed, and the ones who do are usually quivering on their knees by the time I make 'em wimps."

Trixie gave a long, languid purr, and the pleasure of the mane-brushing was momentarily overwhelmed by a now very intimately familiar scent of Trixie's arousal. Not as much, Noble thought, but-- ooh! A sudden slickness to her own sex was all the evidence Noble needed. Bitch is lucky this feels good-- I think I may be wired to react to that scent now!

While Noble was squirming, Trixie explained, "I do like it-- don't get me wrong! If you…" She swallowed heavily again, and the brushing stopped. She seized Noble's broad shoulders and hugged as hard as she could. Trixie exhaled. "You're something special, Noble. I've had a plan like that for years-- fuck, the Mistress did a trial run on me with it, because I had to know it was safe… no one's ever gotten close to that. I can hardly believe how strong your mind is."

"If… if you want to do anything like this with me again," Trixie whispered softly, "I really won't mind if you just surrender. I'll put you anywhere you want. Not just cruel fates. I promise. I can turn your world into an unbroken string of climaxes if that's what you want. Make love to you among the clouds as though we were pegasi." She sniffled. "I can't not fight. Even the Lady didn't want that gone, so it's just for her I submit willingingly. But… but if you do the same, for me, Noble Cause, I promise… I can give you anything."

"I should be pissed outta my mind at you… mistress," Noble said with a slow chuckle. "Anything, huh?"

Trixie snorted. "I really don't need magic to read your mind, mare," she laughed. "You bi bitches always ask Trixie to put some illusory cock in you. It's a weakness." She sniffed… but her talented fingers began to move towards Noble's still-tingling tits. "Fine. I'll indulge you this time, slut--" Her voice caught-- "And sister beneath the Lady," she breathed, before pushing back into character. "I even have permission to use a more pleasing shape to ravish you. Spread those gams, bitch!"

As she spoke, the silver light of the room's crystals was momentarily tinged with the blue of Trixie's hornflare. Noble groaned, feeling herself moisten with anticipation while blue sparks began to form a new glamour. Then she realized that Trixie had been almost exclusively using 'I' since Noble had woken up. Huh, Noble wondered as she spread her well-muscled, bulging thighs apart, and hooked her knees back to better present her aching sex towards the blue glow. Where's the third person gone?

She didn't have time to wonder. "Holy moons what the fuck is that monster?" she yelped as a splotchy pink-and-purple skinned mass of thick-smelling horseflesh was suddenly jutting towards her face. She scrambled back away from the abrupt overabundance of hermcock, grinding herself back against the welcoming embrace of Trixie's generous rack.

The brush suddenly flew from her hair to her trembling left thigh, and swatted her, hard.

"Do not call Trixie's best friend a monster."

"I don't mean Archmage Glimmer! I mean that thing coming out of hir waist!"

"Oh, hush. It's not that big in real life. But, hey, you wanted dick, so I added a bit extra..."

Author's Note

For the curious, almost nothing between the first hard return in chapter 4 and the wakening at the end here was real. From an outsider's perspective-- say, Luna and Celestia enjoying a show-- Trixie had her spells ready to go from, well, the word go. The moment Noble acquiesed, Trixie hit her with a hallucinatory world, not just a feeling of now, but the sense that things were as they always had been. Trixie hams up her misandry (long story, fight with her mother, etc.) even more than usual when she's putting on a show and isn't being serious; when she uses the hallucination for interrogations, imprisonment, or combat, it's a lot more self-consistent.

However, not only was Noble unexpectedly strong, even a talent like Trixie's, honed by Luna, couldn't just create a self-consistent world from whole cloth. So she drew on the memory Noble had of ponies. The strongest of which, of course, were of friends (thank you again to Moonie and Gold4tune as well as Noble's owning entity), which meant that when Trixie made them participate in the humiliation, they were skyrocketing out of character. Eventually, between Noble's will and the fact that Trixie wasn't being too careful, there was a glitch, and Noble caught that, breaking out.

Trouble is, by that point, she was physically just laying on Trixie's back while Trixie held her in _another_ illusory world... one that didn't depend on how backwards-consistent it was. The only thing Trixie permitted Noble to experience physically were the orgasms-- that was real, nonillusory neurological tweaking-- while she of course took care of herself throughout the play. Nonetheless, while Trixie tweaked things so that pain and panic were closer to the memory thereof, Noble's own reactions were sufficient to kick in the ol' adrenaline.

And Trixie still casually violated reality's precepts in "front" of her. Without even exerting too hard, except emotionally. Of the archmages, Starlight Glimmer is the forefront, but Trixie is a very close second. (Celestia's Archmage of Transmutation is somewhat orthagonal; she's not a unicorn, and her power is more subtle).