Trixie inspected her handy work in a rare moment of shrewdness. First Applejack's supernatural resilience, and now Fluttershy's soothing touch. Trixie then blinked. Fluttershy was the right word to describe her latest achievement, but where did it come from? She certainly never asked her name, as rude as that was. "Rude?" Trixie asked out loud, unable to contain herself with constant surprises, "now where had that come from?"

Trixie quickly quieted herself down when she noticed that the others were asleep as to not disturb them. 'This is getting out of hoof,' she thought to herself 'I need to fight it or I'll be as ineffectual as Fluttershy.'
Trixie looked around for something to help. Lamp? No. Chair? No. Bookshelf? Maybe. Mirror? Perfect. No better way to remind oneself of what they are.

Trixie trotted up to the mirror half expecting a terrible copy of Fluttershy starring back at her. "Ah. My sense of self reigns supreme," Trixie declared, having noticed no visual changes. However, her hoof steps were noticeably quieter on the hard-wood floor, implying her glossy surface had a little more give to it. Beyond that, the valley accent had been replaced with a slightly more palatable know-it-all tone.

"Now, if one of you is super tough, and another has healing powers, then that means that I'm not just helping myself by doing this. Not that it should matter, but I guess the moral high ground could come in handy."

"You betcha!" Came a startling response from Trixie's left.

"Gah!" Trixie tried to drag her heart rate back down from orbit to inspect the source of her terror to see a pink earth pony resting her front hooves over the doorway and sporting an innocent, ear-to-ear grin.

"Trixie is- how much did you see!?"

"Oh! I saw those two cutie-patooties napping together," the pink one said helpfully, "I was just out because I had a nightmare and granny-pie always said 'sugar before bed makes meanies in your head' but I ate that last cake anyway even though I shouldn't have and I knew I shouldn't have but it just tasted so good and I didn't want it to go bad because that's a big no-no back at the rock farm so when I woke up I hopped around to work off the sugar when I heard a shout and thought there was something scary here but it was just you, so I said 'Hi!', but you didn't listen, then-"

"Thank you for, like, the life story or whatever," Trixie cut in, trying not to let her head spin before she throat, "but I've got, like, the biggest problem right now." Trixie looked back the see that the mare was buying in harder than a tourist at a Saddlearabian merchant. "Like, my besties and I were totally having the best sleepover, but now they're, like, sleeping, and like, not having fun anymore. I could really use your help in saving this party?"

"A party in danger?!" the pink one exclaimed in disbelief before putting on a brave face and taking Trixie by the neck and promising, "Don't you worry! I'll get this party rolling again if my name isn't Pinkie Pie!" With her promise made, Pinkie shoved Trixie aside, hoisted a colorful cannon on wheels over the windowsill and into the cottage. The force of her toss took herself along with it and they both landed with a cartoonishly loud crash. The two resting on the couch, surprisingly enough, didn't even flinch. Pinkie saw this and thought. It would take more than the party cannon to bring these two back. Then an idea popped into her head, though it didn't sound at all like an idea that would come from her. Not in a million years, but there it was, so it had to be hers. It was outlandish, even by her standards, but who was she to dispute the party master that she was. Taking the idea as her own and knowing that it was good because it was Ponyvilles party pony that thought it up she trotted up to the couch, brought her muzzle up to Fluttershy's ear, took a deep breath, and blew right into her ear like it was a balloon. Trixie narrowed her eyes as Pinkie surprised herself at her efficacy but kept blowing. Pinkies idea had worked, Fluttershy's head grew as Pinkie worked her strange magic --if you could call it hers.

Meanwhile, Trixie was busy with her own magic. Upon inspection, Trixie found a bundle of confetti resting at the bottom of the cannon Pinkie had brought in. Then an idea popped into her head. It looked like Pinkie had already been affected by the same influence as everyone else. Trixie couldn't help but feel a little sympathy; as if they were in the same boat. It didn't make any sense. She was the actor and they were the subjects being acted on. The sands of time demanded action though and the cannon had potential. Trixie held out her hoof and a too shinny fruit cropped up from a small cyclone of deep blue petals. From afar the fruit looked genuine, but the rubbery texture betrayed its nature or lack thereof.

With similar gravitas to a cough, Trixie dropped the fruit into the cannon and let loose her blend on the cannon's aspect of party. Trixie knew the fruit was at work from the rumbling from within the cannon. What devilish surprise was brewing?

"Pinkie," came from the couch. Fluttershy's brain had caught up to what was happening to her head and asked at a volume she thought ponies normally shout at, "What are you doing?!"

"Hm hm hm," Pinkie started, then seeing as she couldn't talk with her muzzle to Fluttershy's ear released its seel and tried again, "I don't know!"

"Hm," Trixie interjected, "She seems awake up here," Trixie gestured to her head, "Not so much down here," Trixie then pointed to her crotch, deciding to have a little fun with Pinkie's naivety. Sure as tax season Pinkie gave a salute and dove right in for the most literal blow job Equestria had ever seen.

Fluttershy meanwhile was under a lot of pressure. Scratch that. She was outside the pressure, or maybe she was the pressure. It was too hard to figure out. She knew her ears were holding everything in like dam walls holding back a too tall flood. They'd buckle eventually; the real question was when. That was all she knew about it as her thoughts were so far away from each other. It was like her mind was stretched just as far as her head. On top of that, all the air wasn't staying still. It was bouncing around, bumping her brain just when she got any focus to jostle her right back into confusion.

"I can't think," was easy enough for her to say, so she settled for that. "I can't think," then she repeated herself when she forgot. Then Pinkie breathed and the new priority was a perfect fit for Fluttershy's hamstrung mind: lean into the pleasure? Pressure? Better do both just in case.

Her open-mouthed stare was replaced with a dopey smile. Her belly was getting more taunt as it grew out with a steady creaking until it resembled a yellow teddy bear. Her head was also getting rounder. Complicated shapes sunk into a general roundness. She felt a burp building up and reflexively sucked in air only for her mouth to seal shut, trapping the air in and adding to the pressure.

Pinkie was showed no signs of stopping. Fluttershy's delight was evident from a sudden discharge from her steadily dripping sex. She probably would have filled the room if Trixie hadn't put a hoof on Pinkie's shoulder.

"Wooo!" Pinkie let out, cheeks flush from exertion, "Sorry, I got a smidge carried away."

Something about AJ resting didn't sit well with Trixie. So, she was about to direct Pinkies attention hoping to wake AJ up again for yet more stimulation when Pinkie interrupted "Oh, I forgot the decorations!"

She then zipped over to her party cannon just as it stopped trembling, and pressed the button. With a single undulation, the room transformed into a perversion of juvenile decorations. Most of the balloons were reshaped into disembodied penises, teats, and lips all of varying colors and sizes. The ones that were shaped normally had spirals that were very distracting and hearts that felt more appealing than they looked. Most of the streamers were a little thicker and looked like they had a sugar coating while others were solid black and so thin that they disappeared from sight at certain angles. The ribbons that hung from wall to wall seemed to be the only thing innocent about the new senary.

Pinkie bounded about eating the candy streamers out of the sky while the black streamers clung to her form. "Okay, now for the music." When Pinkie finally landed, she was adorned with messages like 'eye's back there' on her forehead and an arrow pointing down to her plot. Another on her left butt cheek read 'redder is better!' and another on her side read 'Funzone!'. The streamers never got close to Trixie though. Likely respecting their master.

A succinct series of squeaks sapped Trixie's scenes.

With a simple crane of the neck, an embarrassed-looking Applejack could be seen, not on the couch, but balancing atop Fluttershy.

When Applejack's eyes met Trixie's, she could feel her heart being tugged in the magician's direction. Deep down Applejack knew these feelings were artificial. Just like Trixie's shiny lips that beg to be licked like candy, her sticker cutmarks that made her flanks 'pop', her smile that promised only the cheapest thrills. Being enthralled --giving in to such an obvious trap. It was all so bewitching. 'If I don't resist,' Applejack rationalized, hoping reason could solve the puzzle of her desires, 'what would that make me?' The thought, Applejack's last bastion, only served to further enthrall her.

"Oh! You're awake!" Pinkie announced as she paraded her perverted plethora of personal print, "Aw, and you're playing with Fluttershy! Well, don't be shy! Balloons are for bouncing!"

"Pinkie, I don't think that's a good idea," Applejack found it a lot easier to disagree with Pinkie.

"Is there a problem hayseed?" Trixie butted in, her disdain for Applejack's profession --her identity-- only exciting Applejack further.

Applejack gave an experimental jump, not wanting to hurt Fluttershy only to get a pleasant squeak in response. She was going to jump again only to find her hooves glued to her balloon. She looked down to see a clear substance was the culprit. She had only now noticed that the inflated legs on either side of her were hind legs. Fluttershy had grown so large that Applejack could easily fit all four hoves on her 'fun-button', as Pinkie might put it. The thought of being bound to Fluttershy's pleasure made Applejack shiver. She then bounced in earnest.

"Now we're cookin'!" Pinkie exclaimed over the creaking pleasure, "Now all we need is the right music. What do you think Trixie?... Trixie?!"

With Pinkie announcing her confusion into thin air, the magician in question had already made her escape into the new dawn. This time, her aim would take her deeper into town. However, she was interrupted in her orange-illuminated stride by the hawk-eyed Rainbow Dash. Without the alicorn amulet's misdirection, she recognized her true rival and the other side to her coin.

"What are you doing up at this hour," She interrogated with one wide eye and an incredulous tone, "And you're pretty far from the farm," she added on with an exacerbation to the word 'pretty' for emphasis.

Author's Note

Well, here I am again, gravitating back to this project. I try my audience's patience at my own parrel.