Sleeping Over, Shrinking Down

Trixie Lulamoon knocked, then shuffled her feet nervously on the front step of Friendship Castle, frowning and huffing as she waited for the doors to swing open. She felt a gentle pressure on her wrist: the warm, comforting hand of Starlight Glimmer.

“Are you okay, Trixie?” asked Starlight.

“Trixie is…” she took a breath, forcing herself to be honest. It didn't come naturally. “Trixie is concerned that Twilight may have invited her to this get-together out of… pity.”

Starlight patted Trixie’s hand. “Trixie, I know that making friends is a process. And an effort. But Twilight deserves your trust. Believe me, her offer of friendship is genuine.”

“But will she ever trust Trixie? One could hardly blame her for keeping me at arms’ length.”

“Trixie,” said Starlight. “What I did was literally a million times worse than what you did. And Twilight and I are very close.”

“Trixie will do her best,” said Trixie. She turned back to the double doors and waited a moment before speaking again. “Hang on, why are we waiting?” she asked. “Don't you live here?”

Starlight broke into a laugh. “Sorry - when I saw you knock on the door, I thought it would be funny to just wait until you realized…”

She reached for the door’s handle, but just before she could touch it, the door swung inward. Twilight Sparkle, princess of friendship, was on the other side - along with an orange unicorn girl that Trixie didn't recognize.

“Hi girls!” said Twilight. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Why did you knock?” said the orange one. “Twilight, didn't you say Starlight lives here?”

Trixie groaned.

“Okay, so this is optional,” said Twilight, hurrying into the room ahead of the other three, “but I couldn't resist.” She rushed from the door to the opposite side of the room, and Trixie let her eyes slowly scan the room as they followed Twilight’s path.

Twilight had set up a cozy little “living room” in the center of the castle - there was a couch, a TV, a coffee table with snacks laid out… and a changing screen that Twilight ducked behind, only to return with several garments of clothing slung over her arm.

“Okay,” said Twilight, “my friend Rarity has been working with a sleepwear brand, and she showed me some of their products and I just couldn't get them out of my head while I was planning our little slumber party!”

“Slumber party?” scoffed Trixie. “Is that what we’re calling this?”

“Oh, hush,” said Twilight playfully. “I never got to do this when I was a filly, and besides - none of us are too old for fun, or for girl talk, or pajamas. And speaking of which -”

She handed out a set of clothes to each of the other girls. Trixie held hers out in front of her - it was a silk pajama top and bottom, in a blue slightly darker than that of her skin, with her cutie mark on both hips and over the left breast. It felt wonderfully soft and smooth - it was probably a finer garment that almost anything Trixie owned. The other girls got a set of pajamas based on their own color schemes, and Twilight kept one for herself.

“Like I said, it's optional,” said Twilight, “but whether you feel like wearing it or not, it's yours to keep.”

“Aw, Twi,” said Sunset, “you don't have to, like give us gifts…”

“Well, I did. It's done,” said Twilight. “Besides, what would I do with them? Put on a set of Sunset Shimmer-patterned pajamas and walk around going ‘Rrrr, I'm Sunset Shimmer, grrr’?”

Sunset laughed. “That is what I sound like,” she agreed.

“Anyway,” said Twilight, “there's a changing screen over there, or you can change in the bathroom across the hall if you prefer.”

“I'll go first,” said Starlight. She began to pull her shirt upwards before she even got behind the changing screen, treating Trixie to a glimpse of midriff. Trixie fought back a blush as she watched her friend disappear behind the screen - she couldn't help but imagine Starlight pulling her shirt over her shoulders, shuffling out of her pants, getting down to nothing more than bra and panties before pulling on her custom pajamas…

Starlight stepped out from behind the screen, twirling to show off her personalized jammies. The fit looked near- perfect, and they showed off Starlight’s pleasing curves better than sleepwear had any right to. Her bust stood prominently beneath the thin silk, and the pajama pants hugged her butt closely.

Starlight motioned Trixie towards the changing screen. “These feel great!” she said. “Go on, try yours on!”

Trixie couldn't say no to that. She went behind the screen and stripped, feeling her face grow hot again as she did so. Stripping down in a room with three other mares was stirring up complex feelings; part of her wanted Starlight to be more than a friend… and while her grudge against Twilight Sparkle still simmered, she couldn't deny the princess was beautiful. If Trixie was honest with herself - which was almost as difficult as being honest with others - then she had to admit that Twilight’s beauty and brilliance were part of why Trixie had become obsessed with her as a rival.

Oh, and Twilight’s other friend, the mare who'd introduced herself as Sunset Shimmer, was pretty hot too. Tall, busty, friendly… seemed like someone Trixie could get along with.

Trixie emerged from the screen, and was greeted by a row of smiling faces. “You look great!” said Twilight. “Does it fit okay? I had to take a few guesses…”

That was a strange thought to contemplate. Twilight Sparkle, speculating about the composition of Trixie’s body and the width of her curves… “Trixie thanks you,” she said. “The pajamas are quite comfortable.”

Her stomach rumbled, and her eyes drifted towards the snack table. “Would it be all right if The Great and Powerful Trixie started on the snacks?” She asked. “I am somewhat peckish.”

“Sure thing!” said Twilight. “Oh, before you have too much, though, I have a cake from Sugarcube Corner I want to share while it's fresh. Let me just change, and I'll grab it from the kitchen.”

“No need,” said Trixie. “Trixie will retrieve the cake.”

“Oh, okay,” said Twilight. “Except… I know you've been in the castle before, but the path between this room and the kitchen is actually a little confusing. That's the thing about castles that magically sprout from crystal seeds… there's really no opportunity to decide on the layout beforehand.”

“Trixie will manage,” said Trixie, and made her exit. She set off to the right, which she hoped was the correct direction.

Her intention, in retrieving the cake, was to do something helpful to demonstrate her thanks for being invited. But she found herself grumbling as she navigated the hallways. “Hmph, poor Twilight Sparkle,” she muttered. “Has to be a princess who everyone loves. Has to live in a big castle that sprouted out of the ground. Who cares if you didn’t get to design the layout? It’s free real estate!”

But after several wrong turns and a lot of backtracking, Trixie had to agree that the path to the kitchen was pretty confusing. In the end, she had to navigate by glancing out of windows, observing the setting sun, and orienting herself towards the part of the castle where she knew the kitchen to be. Once she arrived, it didn’t take long to locate the cake in the fridge.

“Not as big as I thought,” said Trixie, setting the white-frosted dessert on a countertop. “I guess it’s the right size for four people. Hmm, didn’t see any knives in the other room…” She dug through drawers until she found a blunt knife, suitable for a cake, and cut it into four pieces with two long strokes. She looked around for a suitable place to discard the knife - but she realized there was a lot of frosting clinging to it. “Shame to waste this…” She licked the knife clean - up one side, down the other - and set it in the sink.

“Damn good cake,” Trixie admitted. It was simple vanilla, but vanilla - done well - is goddamn delicious and everybody knows it. Trixie picked up the sliced cake and headed back towards the living room.

At least she intended to head towards the living room. But she hadn’t kept very good track of the path she’d taken to get to the kitchen, and she soon found herself hopelessly turned around - walking in circles, holding a cake, looking like a proper fool. At least no one was around to see it.

Walking down an unfamiliar hall, Trixie pushed open a door, hoping to find a room she recognized. If she happened to find Starlight Glimmer’s bedroom, or the main hall, she’d at least get an idea of where she was. But it was neither of those places - instead, it was a smallish room lined with glassware and strange tools. Trixie’s magical education wasn’t especially broad, but she recognized an alchemy lab when she saw it.

Her curiosity piqued, she stepped inside, looking for a place to set down the cake. There was an unoccupied corner of a table that looked fine. It was uncomfortably close to a slender vial containing a bright blue fluid, but that would only become a problem if some outside force caused the vial to tip over, and really, what were the odds of that?

Setting down the cake, Trixie looked over the beakers and devices, reading labels, trying to find something she recognized. Lately, she’d been studying magical theory and practice - mostly because Starlight praised her when she demonstrated that she’d learned something new. That felt really good.

But before she could recognize anything, there was a voice from behind her, speaking her name. A gentle voice, but any interruption would have been startling when she assumed she was alone. She whirled around, her long blue ponytail whipping behind her. Her hair whipped hard enough, in fact, that it could have tipped over the slender vial of blue liquid that had been next to the cake she set down. And if the liquid spilled, the spongy cake might have soaked it up, becoming infused with its alchemical properties.

But if such a thing happened, Trixie wouldn’t have seen it. And Twilight Sparkle, standing in the doorway, wouldn’t have seen it either, as Trixie’s body was in the way.

“Twilight!” said Trixie. “You… followed me?”

The accusation seemed to rankle Twilight, but only briefly. “I came looking for you,” she said. “I’m really sorry about the castle, it’s weird. But, uh… I’ve got some delicate experiments in here, and… well, the door should have been locked, that’s my fault…” Twilight laughed nervously. She wore her awkwardness adorably, Trixie was forced to admit. And her purple silk pajamas didn’t look half bad either.

“Trixie would not have touched anything,” said Trixie. She turned to pick up the cake, then followed Twilight out the door.

“Hey, finally!” said Sunset, her eyes following the cake as Trixie sat on the couch and placed the cake on the coffee table. “Twilight’s been talking up Sugarcube Corner since I got here. Come on, serve it up!”

The living room didn’t have a cake-cutting knife, but it did have four plates and four forks. Twilight distributed four slices… then frowned in confusion at the one she gave herself.

“It’s… blue?” said Twilight. The cake was indeed blue - the frosting was still pure white, but the cake itself was a bright, cheerful blue. “It’s supposed to be vanilla.”

“Oh,” said Starlight. “Blueberry, then? Well, it’ll still be good.”

“Yeah, I’m up for a blue-flavored cake,” said Sunset, picking up her plate and fork.

Trixie picked up her plate and regarded her slice. There hadn’t been any blue on the knife she’d used to cut the cake, she recalled - just white frosting and crumbs of white cake. While the other three sank their forks into the blue cake and took a bite, Trixie hesitated.

And that proved to be the correct choice, because Sunset, Starlight, and Twilight put their hands to their chests - and then vanished. Their silk pajamas, instantaneously vacated, fell to the floor in heaps.

Trixie yelped, rearing back in the couch. She set her plate down - wisely - and looked down at the piles of rumpled silk that the girls had left behind. The piles were… moving. And yelling. “Girls?” Trixie offered meekly. “Starlight?”

All at once, the silky piles began to stir - and Twilight, Sunset, and Starlight all dug their way out of their respective pajamas. They were no more than a couple inches tall, and entirely nude. “Holy shit!” said Sunset, looking around herself at the suddenly gigantic room. “Twilight, did you plan out some kind of shrinking adventure for our slumber party? Even I know it’s not cool to use transformation magic on people without their consent…”

“No, I didn’t do this!” said Twilight. “Although… sudden shrinking after consuming food, and…” She slapped herself across the face, hard, making the others flinch. “Diminished pain response. This is exactly the effect of a potion I’ve been tinkering with.”

“Are you accusing Trixie of something?” said Trixie.

“Well, the cake was definitely dosed with that potion,” said Twilight. “If it’s an accident, that’s okay, Trixie.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie made no accident!” Trixie bellowed. “You assume Trixie is accident-prone, simply because she lacks Twilight Sparkle’s royalty… or Starlight Glimmer’s magical brilliance… or… or whatever Sunset Shimmer has.”

“Got a totally bangin’ pussy,” supplied Sunset.

“Okay, it doesn’t matter if it was an accident or not,” said Twilight. “The important thing is that we fix this. Trixie, can you lift us up onto the table?”

“Certainly,” said Trixie. She scooted forward in her seat and lowered her hand to the carpeted floor. The girls climbed onto her outstretched hand, their little hands and feet tickling the sensitive skin of Trixie’s palm.

Trixie felt her heart race, and the hot blood that it pumped soon arrived in her blushing face… and in her womanhood. Trixie had long entertained fantasies of dominance - and throughout her travels, she'd occasionally found partners willing to indulge those fantasies. But this was no fantasy; as she raised the two-inch-tall mares towards the tabletop, feeling the meager weight of their bodies in her palm, she felt real power. These three tiny, beautiful, naked mares were entirely at her mercy.

For the moment, Trixie played it cool and simply set the girls on the table as she'd been asked. “So, Twilight,” said Starlight Glimmer, stepping off Trixie’s hand, “tell us about this potion.”

“Well, the shrinking is actually more of a side effect,” said Twilight. Its primary purpose is to render the subject invulnerable to all forms of harm.”

“Wait,” said Sunset, “invulnerability is great, but why combine it with shrinking?”

“It's not very practical, I confess,” said Twilight, “but the hybrid potion is mostly for testing purposes. The ingredients for the invulnerability effect are hard to come by, and combining it with the shrinking effect allows me to create more potion to test with. Plus, there are… potential applications for the combined effect.”

“Just how invulnerable are we talking?” asked Starlight.

“You could stand in a column of dragon fire,” said Twilight, “or let a skyscraper collapse on top of you. Anything more extreme than that, it's a little difficult to test…”

“Well, at least we don't have to worry about getting squashed,” said Starlight. “How long are we stuck like this?”

“That depends on the dosage,” said Twilight. “We each only had as much as a single bite of cake could absorb, so... probably less than a day. But we’ll know more if Trixie can take us to the alchemy lab.”

She looked to Trixie, gazing up at the increasingly worrying expression on her face. Her long blue fingers flexed anxiously, as if she was imagining herself grabbing a two-inch-tall mare. She was looking at the three of them like new toys she was very excited to play with.

Twilight put her hands on her hips, trying to strike an authoritative posture despite her small stature. “Trixie-”

Trixie’s hand shot forward and grabbed Twilight, squeezing her tight. “I think I would prefer you call me The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

Twilight squirmed angrily in Trixie’s grip. Trixie wasn’t hurting her - the potion was working as intended - but her fingers were too strong for Twilight to break away from. “Trixie,” she grunted, “I really hope you’re kidding.”

With her other hand, Trixie flicked her finger into Twilight’s face. The impact would normally have been colossal, given their relative size, but thanks to Twilight’s invulnerability it felt like getting hit by an oversized pillow. “It’s the Great and Powerful Trixie,” said Trixie, “And the Great and Powerful Trixie does not take orders from insects. Do you still think yourself a princess, little mare?”

“I’m not ordering you to do anything,” said Twilight, “But I opened my home to you because I thought you had changed. Please don’t tell me my trust was misplaced.”

“Oh, spare me the moralizing, Twilight,” said Trixie. “You just explained that your potion makes you invincible. If it’s impossible for me to hurt you, how can anything I do to you be evil?”

“Well, that’s an interesting quandary,” said Twilight, glowering at the looming face of her captor. “The philosophy of ethics is kind of a dry topic for a slumber party, but I would be more than happy to have that discussion if you would take us to the alchemy lab, Trixie.”

“I don’t think so,” said Trixie. “Trixie would prefer to settle the question in a more practical manner. If Trixie can make you enjoy this, then you will have to agree that there is nothing wrong with it.” She opened the hand that held Twilight, but not to release her. Instead, she extended the pinkie of her other hand and pressed it against Twilight’s crotch.

“Ooh, Trixie feels a bit of moisture down there,” she cooed, rubbing her finger up and down. “Could it be that the alicorn princess enjoys being small and powerless? You pitied Trixie, mocked her weakness, and now she holds such power over you. Think upon this fact, Twilight Sparkle. Think upon it and grow wet…”

“Mmmh,” mumbled Twilight, squirming beneath Trixie’s invasive finger. “I never… pitied you, Trixie… I’m sorry for making you feel that way...”

“An apology?” scoffed Trixie. “Apologies are exchanged between equals, little thing. What I expect from you is worship. You still haven’t called The Great and Powerful Trixie by her proper title…”

“Not going to,” groaned Twilight. “Don’t want to… encourage this behavior…”

“Twilight Sparkle, you are no fun at all,” said Trixie. “How about you two? You’ve got to be better sports than the prissy princess.” With her magic, she lifted Starlight and Sunset and levitated them into her palm on either side of Twilight. “Starlight, what do you think about all this?”

“I think you should go easy on Twilight, Trixie,” said Starlight Glimmer. “She’s really trying to be nice, you know.”

“Yeah, I mean… this is a fucked up kinda thing to do,” said Sunset. “I was actually kinda stoked to be tiny and naked, but Twilight doesn’t seem like she’s down.”

Trixie fixed her eyes on Twilight - the two-inch-tall princess was writhing helplessly in the palm of her hand, letting out tiny, shuddering gasps as her pussy leaked little drops of fluid onto the tip of Trixie’s pinkie. She looked like she was close - so this seemed like a good time to ask. “What do you say, Twilight?” asked Trixie. “Should The Great and Powerful Trixie… stop?”

“No!” shouted Twilight. “No, no, please…” she was groping herself, stroking at her tits, trying to work her body towards climax. Her breasts were tiny little things now, but still wonderfully round and perfectly proportioned. She was the most perfect little doll now, a plaything that moaned and squirmed for Trixie’s pleasure.

“Sorry, princess,” said Trixie, “but your friends seemed to think I should…” She pulled her finger back from Twilight’s pussy, and Twilight gasped as her orgasm was agonizingly denied.

“Nooo…” Twilight moaned, her chest heaving.

“Ah, it pains Trixie’s tender heart to see you suffer like this,” said Trixie. “You will see that Trixie is reformed - for Trixie will grant you mercy. And she will share your pleasure with your more open-minded friends…”

Trixie brought her open palm, and the shrunken mares within it, to her lips. The girls saw her mouth yawn open, displaying straight white teeth - and a wide, flat, slick red tongue. The tongue rolled out from her mouth and settled on the bodies of her toys, covering their thighs, their cunts, their tits.

Trixie felt three distinct tastes leaking from the marehoods of her playthings - each of them only supplied the tiniest drop, the the flavors were delectably rich and musky. She ran her tongue over all of them, stopping to flick her tongue over each tiny slit, attacking each little love button with pummeling force. Now that her other hand was free, she sent it down into the silken depths of her pajama bottoms, where it discovered her aching womanhood.

Once she got a taste of all of them, she focused her attention on Twilight, flicking her tongue against the princess’ pussy with all her strength - it would have been brutal, painful if Twilight hadn’t been magically invulnerable. But the potion protected her, filtering out everything but the pleasure. Her tiny body tensed, her pussy throbbed, and she came.

Trixie lowered her hand, letting Twilight ride out her climax as the other two sighed in disappointment. “Damn, Trix,” said Sunset, “Don’t leave me and Glimmer hanging.”

Trixie scoffed. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is benevolent, but she is not running a charity. It is Trixie’s turn to be serviced, small ones.” She withdrew her fingers from her pajama bottoms and held them above the three mares in her hand, letting the fluid clinging to her skin gather into droplets that dangled from her fingertips.

“Please Trixie,” said Trixie, “and you may have the privilege of… communion with her divine marehood. For now, let its fragrance fill your tenses and ignite your passions.” She let a drop fall from her fingertip, land on Twilight’s breasts, and splash the other two.

Sunset, finding some of Trixie’s wetness on her face, licked up the warm, musky fluid and let it linger on your tongue. “Anything for you, Great and Powerful Trixie,” she said, giving Trixie a sultry smile.

“I think you’re being ridiculous,” said Starlight, “But I’m in the mood for a wild night… O Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“You really… should not be encouraging her,” muttered Twilight, still breathing heavily as she recovered from her climax.

“Easy for you to say,” said Starlight. “You already came.”

“Yeah, let the rest of us have some shrunken fun,” said Sunset. “I want The Great and Powerful Trixie to smother me with her tits and anoint me with her pussy juice, but if you’re not into it, I’m sure there’s a corner you can go sit in.”

“Face it, Twilight, this is where the party is,” said Starlight. “You can submit to The Great and Powerful Trixie, or you can be the odd mare out at your own slumber party.”

“You two are hopeless,” groaned Twilight.

“Worry not, Twilight,” said Trixie, “You will not be left out. You are invited to the joyous celebration that is Trixie’s body… even if you are only invited out of pity.”

Trixie turned her body sideways, laying across the full length of the couch, and dropped the girls onto her trim belly. They attempted to rise to their feet - but the soft silk of her pajamas was a difficult surface to get one’s footing on. “All right, little ones,” said Trixie, “before you stands the flawless bosom of The Great and Powerful Trixie. Ascend my tits and you will be rewarded.”

Starlight Glimmer, on her hands and knees, crawled towards Trixie’s breasts. Sunset went after her, scrambling to catch up. Twilight, with a heavy sigh, finally managed to get to her feet - and she walked at a lethargic pace to Trixie’s mounds.

“Come on, little princess, catch up!” said Trixie, using a cupped hand to shove Twilight closer to her tits. “Your friends will become Trixie’s favorites if you do not show the proper enthusiasm! I may not be able to hurt you, but I can think of some consequences you may not enjoy...”

This threat, however vague, was enough to get Twilight moving. She and the others started to climb up Trixie’s left breast - but it was hard going at first. The fine silk was as difficult to climb as it was to walk on, and each of them found handfuls of material slipping out of their hands, sending them tumbling back to square one.

But soon - too soon, for Trixie’s taste - they began to work their way up the curve of her tits. She didn’t want her “game” to end so quickly, not when those tiny grasping hands and little climbing feet felt so good on her sensitive skin. She materialized magical fingers inside her pajama bottoms and stroked her slit, and her body began to quiver with the quickening arousal.

Trixie’s shaking tits turned a challenging time into a downright hostile one. Her body was bucking, shaking off the tiny, naked mares who were struggling to ascend it. “Hurry up, girls,” she groaned, grinning down at the three tiny aspirants. “You are Trixie’s toys, and Trixie wishes to be entertained!”

“Oh, Great and Powerful Trixie, I am yours,” cried Sunset. “Use me, use me up and toss me aside…”

“You are being ridiculous, Sunset,” growled Twilight. “Indulging Trixie is sending entirely the wrong message…” She pushed off from the side of Trixie’s breast and flapped her wings, easily ascending until she landed astride her nipple. “Okay, look, Trixie,” she said, “I understand if-”

“Cheater!” cried Trixie. “Using your wings? Such unsporting conduct! Girls, punish this miscreant!”

Twilight felt a hand close around both of her ankles, and she was yanked backwards. As she toppled from Trixie’s breast, she saw Starlight and Sunset grinning at her. Twilight scowled - and then yelped as she bounced off of Trixie’s tummy. The impact wouldn’t have hurt her, even she hadn’t been magically invincible, but it did cost her the lead in the boob-climbing race. The other two girls made it to the top, both of them raising their hands triumphantly.

“Hmm, too close to call,” said Trixie. “Trixie supposes you are both the winners. Very well, Trixie will dole out the rewards and punishments now…” She picked up all three of them at once with her magic. She brought Twilight up to her face, meeting the princess’ disapproving scowl with her own toothy grin. Then she dropped her into her pajama top, nestling Twilight between her breasts.

“As for you two...” said Trixie, turning her attention to Starlight and Sunset. She rolled over, lying face-down on the couch - and slipped each of the two girls beneath her nipples. With all three girls pinned by her tits, she rested her weight on her chest and squeezed her breasts together.

“Trixie knows what you are thinking,” said Trixie. “There seems to be very little difference between the reward and punishment Trixie is administering. Well, there is a very good reason for that, tiny ones.” She pushed the magical fingers deeper into her pussy, probing her wet folds. “You see, The Great and Powerful Trixie is… very fickle, and never had any intention of treating her toys fairly.”

She rocked her body back and forth, rolling the flesh of her tits over Sunset and Starlight - who, for their part, seemed to be having a blast. They pumped their hips against Trixie’s breasts, stimulating themselves as they teased Trixie’s nipples. Their motions felt worshipful, totally subservient, devoted to Trixie’s pleasure.

But even more stimulation was the angry thrashing of Twilight Sparkle, held tight between Trixie’s tits. She was earnestly trying to escape now, fighting with all her strength - and to overpower her, all Trixie had to do was hold her tits together. That knowledge sent flares of arousal through her cunt. Having Twilight Sparkle at her mercy had been an obsession ever since Trixie’s first humiliation at her hands, and neither time nor reformation had diminished the strength of that fantasy. Of course, the fantasy had evolved over time: first she’d imagined putting Twilight in stocks… then in handcuffs… and then in furry handcuffs and latex. But this form of domination - reducing Twilight to a nearly insectoid size and holding her captive between her tits - was more intoxicating than anything she’d imagined.

“Mmm, Trixie loves her toys,” moaned Trixie. “Trixie loves to play with her toys… Trixie loves how they squirm… how they’re small enough to fit just about anywhere… and they love to play all sorts of fun games…” She slipped her hand down between her tits, pressing down on Twilight’s squirming form. “And most of all, they love being Trixie’s toys… They never think about anything besides helping The Great and Powerful Trixie have… earth-shaking orgasms…”

She felt her pussy throbbing around the magical fingers within its folds, and she sped them up, vibrating them against her clit as her climax built. Her body jerked, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan that soon grew to powerful to contain. She cried out, squeezing Twilight in her fingers as her body shook. Wetness spilled over the fine silk of her pajama bottoms, and her writhing body kneaded the flesh of her tits against Sunset and Starlight’s tiny, trapped bodies.

Panting and red-faced, Trixie lifted Twilight from within her cleavage and gave her a gloating smile. “You know,” said Twilight, “when the potion wears off, you will have to face the three of us and answer for how you’ve treated us.”

“What potion?” said Trixie, feigning confusion. “Why, Twilight, you’ve always been The Great and Powerful Trixie’s cute little plaything, and you always will be! There’s no ‘shrinking potion’ that’s going to ‘wear off.’”

“Okay,” said Twilight, not appearing to be amused, “I didn’t even say it was a shrinking potion, so you obviously know what I’m talking about. I mean, it wasn’t a very persuasive attempt at gaslighting to begin with, but I’m just saying, it had logical inconsistencies of top of that.”

“Sweet Celestia, you are no fun at all,” said Trixie. She lifted her body and looked down at Sunset and Starlight. “Girls, surely you agree that the three of you have always been Trixie’s toys, and that Twilight’s memories of being a full-sized alicorn princess are nothing but a fanciful delusion.”

“Oh, for sure, Great and Powerful Trixie,” said Sunset. “We’ve been your faithful little sex dolls our whole lives.”

“Yeah, I’m ‘yes-anding’ this too,” said Starlight. “Totally on board.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” said Trixie. “Now you’re going to help Trixie with one more thing…” her eyes scanned the table, looking for specific shapes among its snack bowls. The television’s remote control seemed to be what she was looking for - she picked it up and then levitated all three little mares at once, pressing their bodies against its surface. The “handle’ of the remote - a section without buttons - was rounded, smooth, phallic - and it was this section that she pressed their bodies against.

“Your little bodies are so easy to play with,” said Trixie. “If I wanted you to touch yourselves, it only takes the tiniest bit of magic to bring your little hands down into your pussies…” All at the same time, Trixie’s magic yanked their hands down to their crotches, and they felt their own fingers penetrating their folds. “We shall come together, all four of us,” said Trixie. She rolled over, lying face-up on the couch, and pulled down her pajama bottoms.

“Trixie is so wet,” said Trixie. “You will nearly drown in her fluid, little ones…” The girls saw Trixie’s cunt drawing closer, looming large - its musk was all-encompassing at this distance, and even Twilight, in spite of herself, felt her fingers begin to flick against her own womanhood as the fragrance intoxicated her.

Trixie groaned, rolling her head back, as the remote penetrated her pussy lips. The girls felt her slick folds swallowing up their feet, coating them in warm fluid up to their ankles… then their knees… and then they were waist-deep inside Trixie, fingering themselves as Trixie’s fluids mingled with theirs.

“Squirm for me, girls,” moaned Trixie. “Writhe and twist within me, stroke my walls, feel my heat…” She thrust the remote deeper, carrying the girls with it, submerging them completely in her pussy. They squirmed inside her, kicking at the walls of her pussy; depending on the temperament of each mare, the kicks might have been an expression of arousal or of defiance, but it was all the same to Trixie. At their size, the little mares could do nothing but pleasure her.

Trixie began to thrust the remote in and out of herself. Each thrust sunk the two-inch-tall mares into her pussy at a speed that, to them, was breathtaking. For Starlight, Sunset, and Twilight, being thrust into Trixie’s pussy was like riding a rollercoaster, with stomach-dropping ups and downs every second - and all the while, they were touching themselves, their hands glued to their pussies by Trixie’s magic.

And Trixie was getting herself close, thrusting harder and faster as the growing sensation of climax spread out from her core. “Mmmh, fuck…” she grunted… “You girls better be close… because Trixie is… very… fucking… close...”

Trixie came, and she thrust the remote into herself as far as it would go. Her walls clenched in orgasm, constricting rhythmically around the three shrunken mares. The strength of her pussy’s walls would have been crushing, had the girls not been magically invincible - but instead it was simply overwhelming. Walls of slick flesh closed in on them, covering them in musk and heat, driving each of them past their limit. Deep in the caverns of Trixie’s cunt, they cried out in bliss as they writhed inside her.

Trixie eased the remote out of herself - but that’s about all she had energy for. Her arm flopped over the edge of the couch, dangling the remote over the carpet. Her magic faltered, and Starlight, Trixie, and Sunset fell to the carpet. From above, there was the sound of heavy, peaceful breaths. Trixie was asleep.

Twilight, her mane and tail sodden with Trixie’s fluids, cast a withering glare between Sunset and Starlight. “I cannot believe you two,” she said.

“Aw, come on,” said Starlight. “It was fun! And it can be more fun, if you’ll hear out my idea…”

Trixie was startled awake by the sensation of magical shackles simultaneously closing around her wrists, ankles, and neck - although she was far too disoriented to correctly identify what was happening. As her eyes snapped open, all she saw was the cruel smiles on the faces of Twilight, Sunset, and Starlight. They were above her, she couldn’t help but notice. They were back at their normal size.

When she opened her mouth to speak, Starlight’s hand shoved something blue into her mouth - and Sunset held Trixie’s nose, leaving her no option but to swallow what they were feeding her. On the one hand, it was delicious - a sweet and moist vanilla confection - but on the other hand, its azure hue made it quite obvious that it was no ordinary vanilla cake.

She swallowed every bite of the slice they gave her, every crumb and speck of frosting - and then, after a brief sensation of falling, she found herself buried in blue, silky darkness. She threw out her arms, trying to navigate the folds of her pajamas, but her friends did the job for her. Twilight yanked away the pajama top Trixie was stranded in, and she fell onto the couch cushions. Now, when Trixie stared skyward, the cruel smiles of her friends were very, very far above her.

“So that dosage should keep her tiny all day long?” asked Sunset.

“Yes, I’m certain of it,” said Twilight. “And as the slumber party’s host - and as the party most aggrieved by Trixie’s behavior - I’d like to have the first crack at her.”

“Sounds fair to me,” said Starlight. “Whatever you do with her, I’ll just have to come up with something even more wild…”

“N-now see here,” stammered Trixie, “The Great and Powerful Trixie will not be-”

“Oh, I think that title suits you even more poorly than usual,” said Twilight, reaching down to grab the shrunken mare.