Thomas’ heart raced like it wanted to escape his chest. Still no taller than a pony finger was long, the young man sat atop a pillow on Luna’s bed, the site of a sizeable percentage of his life since coming to Equestria. Before him sat his ladies arranged in a crescent shape. He felt like some kind of feudal lord presiding over his council (of hot naked ladies). All he needed was a fan and some respectable facial hair to complete the look. Although he should probably stop jittering like a vibrator, he was just too excited. So, he tried calming himself with thoughts of the procedure. “Are all the spells set?”

Luna nodded, bowing her head as she lit her horn to cast light everywhere. Then, opening her eyes, she replied, “All is well. You may do as you like.”

Thomas puttered his lips and faced the box beside him. It was small enough that it didn’t take much effort on his end to reach the contents spewing from the lid like an actively erupting water fountain. Dozens of slips of paper, each with a handwritten suggestion from everyone in the harem, awaited his selection. “So, explain this magic shuffling thing again.”

“The spell reads our suggestions and prioritizes from least to most intensity,” Luna explained. “My slips are no more valued than anyone else’s, save for their contents.”

“Okay, then let’s try it out,” Thomas stated as he reached for the nearest paper. “So, going in alphabetical order, Honey and I shall… kiss.” He turned the relatively oversized paper around, searching for more, but only found the one word. Then he looked up at the big green mare as she grinned in anticipation. “My, what big lips you have.”

Honey made kissy faces at the shrunken human as she got on all fours to crawl forward. The earth mare batted bedroom eyes at the man as she moved like a cat, casual and with mock indifference. However, while the way she wagged her hips wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy, everyone still craned for a look at her exposed behind. They’d all seen it countless times before, yet something was still eye-catching about a mare with her tail flagged. Thomas’ eyes also traced the distant outline of her buttocks, yet he was more concerned with how he felt the nearing mare’s movements beneath his feet. Finally, she reached the pillow and lowered her massive head to the man’s level. “Pucker up, sugar,” she said before doing just that, her lips mere inches from the human’s form.

Thomas stared up at the massive, elongated head larger than most road vehicles, finding it hard not to laugh at the situation’s raw absurdity. Even Honey’s lips looked bigger than him. Up close and from this size, he saw every last wrinkle and imperfection with pristine clarity. At least her eyes were closed, but the nervously giggling man figured her patience wouldn’t last forever. So, he threw himself forward.

It amused Thomas to think that months of exposure to Amazonian mares had prepared him for this moment, as Honey’s immense lips were like a wrinkly pair of alicorn-sized butt cheeks; soft, squishy, and warm. The suction was new, though. Intense pressure drew Thomas forward, the lips compressing under his puny form as the possibility of being sucked inside the mare’s maw suddenly became all too real. And while he trusted her, the prospect still frightened him. So, on a whim and with few other options, Thomas returned the lip pucker while his head could barely turn. Luckily, that seemed sufficient to signal the suction’s end, causing the human to drop several shrunken feet back onto the pillow.

“Hehe, that was neat,” Honey giggled as she eyed the mouse-sized critter she called her lover. Then, glancing down, she added, “Ah’m glad Ah ain’t the only one who liked it.”

Thomas stared between his legs at what he decided to dub his why-boner. “Why?” he asked, gesturing at his boner. It twitched in answer.

“How is it that you seem more confused about your body’s reactions than we do?” Silver inquired, a hand over her tittering muzzle.

“Well, short of me discovering I’ve got a whole new fetish, what’s your explanation?” Thomas asked, still snickering his nerves away.

“Clearly, you like her,” Silver said as though it were obvious. Gesturing to the other ladies for their input, all nodded in agreement. “You like her, and are biased in favor of whatever she does, even if you might otherwise think it bizarre.”

Blinking as he deadpanned at the gray mare, Thomas eventually replied, “I just went through a full-body suction, and you managed to make it sound romantic.” Then, pinching the bridge of his nose, he added, “You girls are too much for me.”

“I hope you mean that in a positive manner, as it is now my turn,” Luna insisted, pushing the box closer to the tiny human.

Thomas eventually complied and read the next part of the sentencing for what surely must have been some terrible crime in a past life. “Nipple twirlies? What’s that?”

“Oh, you know,” Surprise began, pushing her chest out and tracing circles around her areola. “You just twirl the nipple.”

“Ah, a thinking man’s challenge,” Thomas said. Standing, he stared up at the mare, who looked enormous on a normal day, but this day, she was positively gargantuan. Then, puzzling as he mentally worked out the logistics, he eventually said, “I think this’ll work better if you lie down.”

Beaming eagerly, Luna nodded as the others gave her space. Once on her back, Thomas motioned for her to pick him up, which she gently did before setting his fragile-looking body on her erect teat. She hissed through her teeth the instant his feet contacted her sensitive, naked skin and bit her bottom lip when he started moving. Although the touch was minor relative to, say, a whole groping hand, knowing the pressure on her teat was from an entire shrunken body made the experience inexplicably exciting. “W-we admit t-to not indulging in this type of play before,” she confessed, realizing the others had gathered around her for a better view. She felt like a table bearing either an eye-catching statue or a plate of mouth-watering food.

“Never?” Thomas asked, getting down to his knees and eyeing the protrusion on the dark indigo floor as he contemplated how to pull off something that would constitute a twirl.

“Well, it honestly never occurred to us to perform such a spell for r-recreation,” Luna said, matching Thomas’ nervous giggle as her eyes flittered between the ceiling, her other lovers’ faces, and the little guy making her naturally enormous rack look even more massive. “W—I had heard of such on my return, but hadn’t thought to investigate further. Clearly, a grave oversight on my part.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll spank you later,” Talon assured. “Until then, I’m not sure the little guy can pull off a proper twirl. At least, not without help,” she intoned while nudging Luna’s hand.

“Uh… yeah, that’s probably true,” Thomas allowed, once more seeing the giant indigo fingers approach. They gently collided with his chest, and he let them push him back into the coarser-than-usual boob flesh. Thomas held onto the digits as they dragged him around the areola, the gentle pressure mixing with the fleshy friction for a surprisingly comfortable ride.

“Ngh, h-how is it?” Luna purred.

“Hehe, not bad. Hmm, yeah, this is pretty nice,” the human informed, staring up at the giant heads of the mares and wren as they practically drooled with envy at him. Or rather, they craved what Luna did with him, as demonstrated by Surprise and Moonlight pinching their nipples. Then, Luna carefully lifted the man by pinching his waist, depositing him on her other breast to repeat the motion, only with slightly more pressure.

“Not too rough?” pondered the purring Princess, loving how the little man’s naked skin felt against her sensitive flesh. She’d always loved when he or anypony handled her teats tenderly, roughly, licked her like she tasted of sugar, or performed any kind of touching, really. However, having a lover reduced to such a helpless state, yet still giving himself so willingly to her machinations, had a thrill that far exceeded the physical contact. Thomas was utterly at Luna’s mercy, and seeing the smile on his face as she guided him around her erect nipple set her loins on fire. Biting her bottom lip, the Princess hoped somepony would break protocol and join, preferably by attacking her marehood.

“No, this is good,” Thomas assured, shifting his shoulders for maximum relaxation.

“Hey, Moony,” Talon said while elbowing Moonlight. “Look at Silvs. I can’t tell who she’s more jealous of.”

“Can I not desire both?” Silver huffily retorted, never tearing her eyes from the fascinating sight as she fidgeted.

Finally, Luna finished and set Thomas back on his pillow as she sat up, her nipples appearing hard and sharp enough to be deadly. “I would have liked to do more, but I do not wish to hoard you to myself and deny the others.”

Thomas swayed as he sat. “My body’s rocking like I just got off a boat,” he joked. “Also, crazy idea, but are there boob beds?” At the others’ confusion, he clarified, “I sleep on boob pillows, like, every other night, and I imagine most people in relationships have that option, so literal pillows probably wouldn’t sell much. But what about giant, boob-shaped beds, like beanbags made to feel just like giant boobs so people can pretend?”

“Hmm, intriguing. There could be standard presets, but having options for custom models would be most appealing,” Luna muttered as her horn made a pen scratch against parchment. “We already have desirable stallions model their stallionhoods for coolers, so I imagine giving mares the same opportunity would hold considerable allure.”

“And plots. Don’t forget the plots!” demanded Talon.

“I want to sleep in Princess Luna’s butt every night,” Silver swooned.

Surprise giggled, hugging her ample cleavage as she added, “I wanna sleep in my own boobs. Ain’t no girls better than mine.”

“Okay, yeah-yeah, we get it. This is a great idea,” Honey droned dismissively. “Can we focus on what matters now ‘n’ think about makin’ money later?”

“I agree wholeheartedly.”

Honey narrowed her eyes at Moonlight. “Cuz yer turn is next?’

“I’m allowed multiple reasons!”

Chuckling, Thomas waved his hand over the paper slips and picked the least wrinkled one. “I want to sit on his face,” he read, trying to discern the handwriting. He looked up to check their faces, but everyone seemed to be blushing equally, so the guilty party was difficult to pinpoint. “Okay, well, aiming for just my face might be tricky, but we can try.”

“We can skip this one if you’re nervous,” Moonlight offered.

Thomas sighed as his gaze fell on the mare’s cutie marks and the prominent curves below. “I’ve trusted you guys this far. Besides, we’re only on the third go, and can you guys honestly say there aren’t other kinds of crushing coming up?” Then, at their guilty expressions, he added, “I’m surrounded by perverts.”

“And proud of it!” Talon and Surprise crowed in unison, only to share a snicker.

“Uh, okay then,” Moonlight accepted, licking her lips in anticipation. She reached for Thomas, stopping an inch from grabbing him until he closed the distance himself. She needed to be sure he was on board with this. Recalling the other thing she needed to be sure of, she pressed a finger to cover his mouth and instructed, “Speak.”

“Supercalafrajalisticexpyaladoshious,” Thomas said around the digit blocking his mouth. Even expecting the spell to ensure his words were heard, he was still awed by the result. Magic really was something else, and it would never be otherwise.

Moonlight grinned in satisfaction, releasing his mouth as she moved the man to her bum. Then, mindful of the eyes upon her, she leaned to one side and lifted her cheek. Still not entirely sure of herself, she deposited the shrunken man on the blanket’s warm indent where her cheek had been. Then she slowly sat back down until she felt the human-shaped bump. Remaining mindful not to apply too much pressure, she considered the lump jammed against her plot. Closing her eyes to better focus, she noted the little man’s outline, the general protrusion around his facial features, and an itsy bitsy prick that could have been nothing else. Combined with the form’s overall stillness, the experience proved… disappointing.

“How is he?” Surprise asked.

Moonlight experimentally wiggled her hips. “I-I’m not sure. It’s like I’m sitting on a small toy or a mouse. I’m afraid I don’t think I see the appeal.”

“Yer cheeks are red, sugar,” Honey indicated.

“Hmm, so they are,” Moonlight considered, once more wiggling her lower cheeks while staring off into space as she contemplated the bump. Then she stared down, trying to see the human through her body. “My marehood is tingling, and my anus… erm, Thomas, how is it on your end?”

“Will you promise not to get mad if I say you’re a little heavy?” requested the man with a grunt, speaking despite his jaw being as immobile as the rest of him beneath the warm mass. Thomas would have liked to move, as maybe that might make this more fun for at least one of them, but his mare was just too heavy. Even his fingers were barely mobile.

“So, is this doing anything for you?” Moonlight asked.

“Uh, not really,” Thomas admitted. Moonlight’s butt was heavy, but the magical protections ensured he wasn’t in any pain, merely minor discomfort. He could also hear just fine, even if the blood pumping through his lover’s booty was a tad loud. “I think my boner’s just stuck this way. Your butt feels kinda nice, and it smells alright, but we’re still in the minor stuff, so this isn’t really doing it for me. What about you?” he asked as the massive rump lifted and light poured into the former darkness.

“Me neither,” Moonlight said in relief as she scooped up her lover and deposited him back on his pillow. “Don’t get me wrong. There is a lot that I’d like to do to you down there, but I can’t enjoy anything while I’m worried about crushing you.”

Thomas chuckled. “I recall hearing something about an anus?”

“Uh… Silver’s turn!” Moonlight declared, pushing the shorter mare into the group’s center. She checked the others’ expressions, worried she might have let them down by not doing more with her turn, but found no such indication.

Thomas, likewise fearful of disappointing the others, merely pulled the next paper from the box. “Teat squish.”

Moonlights snapped her fingers in annoyance. “Dammit!” she grumbled.

By contrast, Silver taunted the mare with needless smugness while squishing her breasts together. “No pony is allowed to comment on the moment’s irony. We are all aware that mine are the smallest, so there is no need to draw attention.”

“She said while knowing we’re all gonna be staring at her girls,” Talon remarked. “We’ll also have to squint just to see the squishee and squisher—Ugh!” The wren grunted when Silver reached behind Surprise to whack the griffon with her wing. “I regret nothing.”

Rolling her eyes, Silver leaned down to Thomas’ level, hands to either side of her relatively minuscule bust as her nipples brushed the pillow. “Your chariot awaits, monsieur,” she invited.

Chuckling, Thomas strode forward and, feeling playful, hopped into the crevice. Boob flesh enveloped his body up to his armpits, and while the pressure was tight, there was a space between the tits and sternum where the man still had a little wiggle room, so it was notably more comfortable than the last squish. In addition to the all-encompassing warmth, Thomas noticed Silver’s heartbeat thudding against his back. Even as the pulse accelerated, the drumming remained oddly soothing. “Okay, I can dig this—whoa!” he gasped when Silver suddenly sat up, and he felt like his stomach fell into his feet while riding the world’s fastest elevator. “Hey, not so fast.”

“My apologies, but this is quite fun,” Silver snickered, rotating her breasts in circles while maintaining the central pressure to hold the human in place. “Hmm, I can feel you wiggling between my teats. The sensation is… most pleasant,” she described, biting her bottom lip as the truth donned on her. Thomas, the first male she considered a true lover, was utterly helpless and at her mercy. She could do literally anything she liked, presuming the others didn’t intervene. What’s more, Thomas had willingly walked into this predicament, jumping into Silver’s cleavage as he would on any other day. Of course, he’d done the same with the others, but the weight of this deeper realization hit her like Luna turning too quickly and whacking her in the face with those massive alicorn milkers. Understandably, the bat mare’s thighs clamped together in a fierce vice and began grinding in the universal act of a mare having an aching emptiness between her legs.

“That’s probably what I was missing,” reasoned Moonlight as she stared at her shrunken, smiling lover, imagining him in her chest. “It’s no fun if you can’t move.”

“As a professional face sitter, I must concur,” agreed Talon.

Then, as boob flesh continued massaging around his form, Thomas had a lightbulb moment. “Hey, wait. You said you already do this stuff with Celestia. So, shouldn’t you know all the tricks?”

Talon snickered. “Everyone’s got their own preferences, mini-chimp. Personally, I think Moonlight just didn’t do it right,”—she explained to the orange mare’s consternation—“cuz having a little cutie wiggle against my fuzzy ass sounds great. Then again, there are shrink things that Leste was way into that, honestly, I avoided cuz they freaked me out. No point in giving spoilers if it only boils down to personal preference.”

“A fair point,” acknowledged Luna. “But what is a shrink game that—?”

“Anything involving the mouth,” Talon bluntly cut in. “I’m good with a little licking, but I’m not keen on putting a squirmy little mouthful anywhere near this thing.” She indicated her beak. “One time, carnivore instincts took over, and I swallowed a shrunken mare, and even though everything was safe and we got her out pretty fast, I was still nauseous for a week. That is not the kind of squirming I go for,” she added with a claw over her six-pack.

“Okay, uh, how about we focus on the good stuff?” Thomas suggested, looking up at Silver’s massive muzzle as she purred while his arms rested atop her cleavage. “It sounds like this is working for you.”

“Hmm, yesss. I could get used to this,” the gray mare moaned, eyes closed as her body rocked in relaxation while her hands never stopped massaging her mammaries.

“Hey, easy, girl,” Surprise warned, pushing gently on the shorter mare’s shoulder. “You look like you’re ready to nod off.”

Then, whether by intent or accident, Silver fell to the opposite side, her face wedging snugly between Moonlight’s tatas. “Oh-oh-oh. Forget what I said about the teat bed. This is the only sleep aid I need.”

“Okay, Ah hope yer jus’ showin’ off ta purposefully piss us off. Cuz if this is sincere, Ah’m gonna be even more upset,” Honey bluntly informed while staring enviously at the shrunken man. “He can’t feel that good, can he?”

“I suppose you will have to wait for your next turn to find out,” Silver replied with a shit-eating grin before bending forward so her breasts touched the pillow, finally releasing her cleavage captive. “Thank you, Thomas. Once we sort out this latest mess of yours, I hope you will be willing to offer your services once more.”

“I… yeah,” Thomas replied, barely able to stand as the wavy boat feeling returned. Then, staring down at his erection, he asked, “How am I more relaxed than excited from giant boobs?”

“First time having that problem, eh?” Talon asked her short friend, once more earning a wing whack. “Retaliation only makes me more powerful!”

This installment was going a little too long, so I split it. Once more, I tackle the issue of multiple characters wanting to have sex at once by starting with a procedure kind of thing. Honestly, I have mixed feelings about using turns and a roulette, as sex scenes work better when they’re spontaneous and natural. Order and structure just seem inherently counterintuitive to the situation, kind of killing the boner. Specifically, there were multiple instances where the ladies wanted to take things further, but had to stop for the sake of the turn system. Perhaps that’s good for building anticipation, and it fits the world-building with harems being an odd kind of workplace. However, balancing so many characters will always be a tricky affair. But, alas, that’s the perpetual challenge I face with the scenario I’ve established. What do you guys think?

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