Author's Note

Based on image 42817058 on FurAffinity.

Contains: Growth, shrinking, size theft, attribute theft, knowledge of poker derived solely from Balatro, a lot of precum.

Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor)

Sunburst anxiously checked his cards for about the thousandth time that round.

Though he may have been biting his lip with a nervous sweat on his face, it wasn’t as if his hand was that bad. He’d started the flop with a pair of sevens, and by the time the river came along he’d managed to pair his ace as well as adding another seven for good measure. A full house was nothing to sneeze at, but the cocky grin on Thunderlane’s face made him think otherwise.

Normally the studious unicorn wouldn’t care much for games of chance or betting, but he’d been convinced by his friends to add a bit of magic to their game tonight.

And now they were playing for more than just meaningless chips or the fun of stripping. And all trades were final.

Staring across from him, Sunburst could see that Shining Armor’s mind was anywhere but on the game. Having bet his height early on in the game, Shining had to strain up in his chair just to continue seeing what was on the table. And what he’d won later on in the night didn’t come close to making up for it, just a portion of Thunderlane’s impressive libido fogging the poor stallion’s mind with lusty thoughts and images. His hands worked feverishly under the table, eyes glassy and mouth hung open in a needy pant.

To his right, Big Macintosh was faring somewhat better. Conservatively betting what little he was willing to lose on hands he had no faith in, praying for Lady Luck to bless him with a solid win. After a series of dud hands, he’d raised as much as he could and placed his hope in a hand he’d been sure would win. However…

A twinge of arousal ran through Sunburst, and everyone at the table could see it. A lucky straight flush had ‘blessed’ him in that same round, and now he had to deal with gaining what the stallions had bet. He could deal with the body hair from Shining, a strangely blue pelt of masculinity now covering his chest and stomach, and the foot size from Thunderlane was… interesting to say the least.

But the size that Big Mac bet was far more than the now wide and bulky form he possessed. In front of him, flopping on the table lewdly and unable to stay less than mostly hard at any given moment, Sunburst’s impressive endowment drooled onto the table with each twitch and throb. Below, balls the size of oranges churned and swelled, each threatening to let loose a load of the most potent cum Sunburst had ever produced.

Thankfully for Sunburst, Thunderlane cleared his throat. “Well, enough stalling. Show the table what you’ve all got. Though I bet Sunny’s already showing more than he wants.”

Thunderlane stood tall above the table, easily two or three feet taller than Big Macintosh and certainly towering over the smaller Sunburst and absolute shortstack Shining Armor. Casually, he flexed the muscles he’d toned and trained as a member of the Wonderbolts, not even an inch out of place since the game had begun.

He was so cocky about this that he’d gone all in on betting his impressive muscles, a decision that he’d egged the other three stallions on in making with their own disparate attributes.

And now the stakes had never been higher. But, as Sunburst checked the contents of his hand once again, he was confident that he’d be wearing a sexy, hulking form home for a few days. Until he could dispel the magic and set each stallion right, of course.

Though one hand still fiddled under the table, Shining was able to flip over his cards. “T-two pair. Nnnf~ 10s and aces.” Resting his head on the table, he arched his back and shoved his plump ass out as he quickly went back to pleasuring himself.

Big Macintosh breathed out a soft sigh of relief, considering the lithe muscles of Thunderlane a half-decent trade for the muscles that’d stay on Sunburst. He flipped his cards over with a level of calm. “Full house. 7s and 10s.” Preemptively, he reached for the chips. But, Sunburst was quick to swat his hands away with magic.

“Don’t you dare!” Sunburst squeaked, a bit panicked at nearly losing his bet that he direly wished to reclaim. He quickly flipped over his cards and pushed them in towards the center. “My full house beats yours. 7s and aces.”He looked anxiously towards the pile of chips cluttering the center of the table, pursing his lips. “Unless Thunderlane has a better hand than that, I suppose-”

“Royal flush.” Thunderlane said simply, flipping over a Jack and King of Hearts with a wide smirk on his face. And he wasted no time in accepting his winnings, leaning over the table to scoop the pile of chips towards him.

The second his hands touched the chips, a spark went through all four stallions. Immediately, Sunburst could feel his mind getting foggy, his thoughts growing muddled and less focused as his brain slowed to a crawl and the heavy throbbing and loud churning between his legs stole all the attention he had left.

To his right, Big Macintosh grew smaller and frailer, the formerly studly farmer shrinking to a size he hadn’t been since he was a teen. So slim and lithe, he could easily pass as one of those twinks he’d always enjoyed pinning down and rutting. And, by the way his shrinking shaft throbbed to an adorably small erection from just the thought, he enjoyed the idea of being on the other end of it as well.

And across from Sunburst, Shining Armor stood on his chair as he shrank down further, now even shorter than his little brother Spike. His short, chubby body shook as his smaller hands worked feverishly at his still comically large shaft, moaning and whining as his hips bucked wildly. Finally, volley after volley of Shining’s potent seed sprayed all over the table and the stallions present at it.

Thunderlane just laughed, voice growing deeper as he absorbed Sunburst’s brains, Little Macintosh’s size, and Shining Armor’s height and sexual stamina. He grew hugely, flexing his biceps and flopping his swelling cock onto the table for all to see and drool over. He didn’t even need a mirror to see how much of a true stud he was.

“Aaalright~” Thunderlane growled lewdly as he cockily looked over the three much smaller stallions. “Well, I guess I win. We’ll see about you guys getting your size back when we all play next week.” He laughed loudly at that, flexing again and drooling over his mountainous biceps and peaking pecs like the budding narcissist he was.

“Uh, Thunder?” Macintosh interrupted, his light, meek voice just barely breaking Thunderlane from his lustful stupor. He scratched the back of his head bashfully, pointing over to Sunburst with a heavy blush on his face. “If Sunburst’s stuck like that ‘til ya give his brains back, how’s he supposed to turn us back?”

Slowly taking his attention away from his massive musculature, Thunderlane turned to see that Sunburst had taken the initiative from the stallion across from him. Large hands blurred along his large, precum slick shaft as his tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The room quickly filled with the sounds of both his dumb grunting as well as the wet noise of his sloppy masturbation.

“Oh shit.” Thunderlane blinked, his more powerful brain working faster than ever, but still struggling to come to a non-embarrassing conclusion. “I… I’ll figure something out.”