Smell. That was the first thing that came back to Trixie as she regained consciousness. There was an earthy scent permeating the room and soft wisps of smoke hit her in the muzzle that caused it to scrunch slightly.

“Oh good you're awake,” a strangely familiar voice spoke, “I was afraid I had given you too high a dose.”

“Huh, what’s going on?” Trixie asked, her eyes finally opening and seeing a strange sight in Equestria, a zebra. “And what are you talking about?” Trixie’s mind felt heavy, unable to truly take in what the zebra had said.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me,” the zebra laughed, “I was the one who helped Twilight Sparkle trick you into removing the Alicorn Amulet.” She moved over, running a hand over Trixies exposed stomach. “Imagine my glee when I heard you were back in town.”

“I would be angry at you… but even I have to admit how awful being under the influence of that amulet was.” She shuddered, memories rushing back to her. It was then Trixie realized, she was totally naked. “What happened to my clothes?!” she shrieked, her awareness snapping back to her.

“I removed them.” the zebra smirked. “I was never happy with how you won’t relatively unpunished, so to atone, you will help me test my potions.”

“Do I even want to know why I need to be naked to test these potions?” Trixie asked, gulping.

“So I may see the full effects of my potions.” the zebra grabbed a shimmering blue potion off her shelf. She uncorked it, holding it above her captive. “Ready?”

“If I say no, you’re still going to pour that on me… aren’t you?”

“How very astute of you.” Without any further hesitation, the zebra poured the contents onto Trixie. Trixie coughed and sputtered as the liquid dripped off her face.

“Dear Celestia that smells foul,” Trixie complained. “What is this stuff?”

“You don’t want to know,” the zebra laughed, stepping back to watch the results.

“Do you have any ideas what the potion is supposed to do?” Trixie asked, looking down at her body nervously.

“Telling would take all the fun away.”

“You are such a… Urk!” Trixie groaned, clutching at her sides as her body started shaking uncontrollably. The zebra leaned in, raising her eyebrow.

“Don’t fight it,” the zebra cooed, petting her head.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?” Trixie panted, looking up at the zebra with a look of pure terror.

“See for yourself.” the zebra pointed to Trixie’s rather nicely sized breasts, which were currently deflating.

“No, not my breasts!” Trixie cried, trying and failing to stop the deflating with her hands.

“Poor you,” the zebra mocked, a smirk on her face.

“I’ve already lost my home and any hope of having a career in stage magic. Did you really have to take my chest too?” Trixie growled, her chest completely flat.

“Did you have to enslave the town?” the zebra shot back.

“I just wanted to one up Twilight Sparkle!” Trixie protested. “But then the amulet’s power became addicting.”

“That is no excuse,” the zebra snapped. She stared at her for a moment before sighing. “It occurs to me, I have not introduced myself. I am Zecora.” Zecora was a rather intriguing specimen, sporting golden hoop earrings, rings around her neck, and a mohawk. She barely wore clothing, merely a tube top and a loin cloth. Both of which barely covered her healthy curves. It also showed off her toned muscles nicely.

“And I am Trixie,” the blue mare huffed. “Though, I’m guessing you knew that already.”

“You guess correctly,” Zecora chuckled, already grabbing another potion, this one green.

“Oh boy, another potion,” Trixie sighed. “What will this one do? Cause me to lose my mane? Or something else that will deteriorate my looks into nothing?”

“I would never be so cruel,” Zecora assured her, pouring it on her.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s not like I have a use for being attractive anyway. Once word spreads, I’ll just be the mare that tried to enslave a town. No stallion or mare will want to be within 30 feet of me.”

Zecora frowned, gently taking Trixie’s chin, looking into her eyes. “You give yourself too little credit my dear.” She leaned in, licking her cheek.

“Oh please, my cutie mark is in magic and I’m not even very good at that,” Trixie huffed. “I had to use literal smoke and mirrors and my own big mouth to convince ponies I was any good.”

“You have serious self-confidence issues.”

“Just tell me what this potion will do,” Trixie dismissed, feeling her body tingle. Zecora giggled, watching as Trixie herself started to shrink. “Well, I’m not bald, so there’s that,” Trixie commented, looking herself over. “But I look like a foal.”

“Hmm...” Zecora looked her over. “You might make an excellent cocksleeve.”

“...Excuse me?” Trixie asked, taken aback. “I think there must’ve been some potion in my ears.”

“You heard me...” Zecora purred, and Trixie noticed a bulge forming under the zebras loincloth.

“Wait a minute… I thought you were a mare. Why do you have… that?” Trixie asked, pointing a shaky hand at the bulge.

“A rather pleasant side effect of a potion I tested.”

“And you plan on using it on me?” Trixie asked, gulping.

“Why not?” Zecora asked, licking her lips.

“...If I let you do whatever you want, would you change me back to normal?” Trixie asked after a moment of thought.

“I am not that kind of person that would do such a thing to you Trixie,” Zecora spoke, her voice softening, “Your punishment is to merely be my test subject. The potions will wear off in a matter of hours. It would be up to you if we do anything more.” Trixie bit her lip, her eyes roaming over Zecora before settling on her crotch. She considered her options.

“Well… it has been a while,” Trixie mumbled.

“Well?” Zecora asked, grabbing another set of potions.

“If you really are interested… then I will sleep with you,” Trixie said. “Though, what do those potions do?”

“I’m going to do what I said first,” Zecora replied, licking her lips, “You will make an excellent cocksleeve~” Zecora grinned, dripping more of the shrinking potion onto her.

“If you make me any smaller, then that monster between your legs will rip me in half,” Trixie commented, frowning.

“You’ll be fine,” Zecora assured her, untying her loin clothe, letting it fall to the floor.

“So… how do you want to do this?” Trixie asked, her face heating up when her eyes locked onto the hardening shaft only a couple feet from her muzzle. Zecora merely lifted up the shrunken mare, holding her just above her flared head. Trixie hooked her arms around Zecora’s torso, and wrapped her legs around her waist in a desperate attempt to not fall.

“What, no foreplay?” Trixie asked, her confidence returning slightly as she clutched onto Zecora’s fur.

“I didn’t think you deserved any,” Zecora teased, prying the mare away, turning her so they were both facing forward.

“So much for you not being cruel,” Trixie teased back, her head nestled onto one of the zebra’s breasts.

“You are being punished after all,” Zecora reminded, sliding Trixie down onto her rock hard pole. Trixie’s jaw went slack, letting out a silent scream as Zecora’s thick shaft spread her folds wide. She could feel every twitch and throb as it forced its way inside her.

“So… full,” Trixie managed to get out.

“Oh... nice and tight~” Zecora cooed, looking at her, “Let's make it tighter.” She dripped even more of the potion onto Trixie. The blue mare let out a groan, her inner walls constricting even further. “Oh yes.” Zecora bit her lip. “That is nice...” she grabbed some string, tying it around one of Trixie’s wrists. She wrapped it around her back before tying the other end to Trixie’s other wrist. Trixie took a deep breath, allowing herself to adjust to how utterly full she felt.

“Making me tiny and foal-like and tying me up. How many fetishes do you have, Zecora?” Zecora just smirked, doing the same to her legs.

“I suppose I could undo one of the potions.” Zecora dripped another onto her, restoring her breasts.

“I wasn’t complaining per se, just pointing out something,” Trixie said with a weak chuckle. “Though it is nice to have the girls back,” she commented, looking down at her chest.

“I bet,” Zecora agreed, petting her head.

“You can move anytime you like,” Trixie told her. “I’m as adjusted as I’m going to be at this size,” she concluded, shifting slightly.

“Maybe I’ll keep you like this, replace my loincloth.”

“Heh, you might start a new fashion trend if you do that.” Trixie chuckled, shaking her head. Zecora pet her head for a few seconds more before moving about her hut, brewing up another potion. “Ooh,” Trixie groaned, every step and movement Zecora made increased the strain on her inner walls. “So you’re just going to go about your day with me attached to you?”

“Of course not that would just be a waste. I’m just brewing up the antidote to the shrinking potion.”

“Take your time, I’m starting to like the feeling of this,” Trixie told her, grinding her hips against Zecora’s crotch.

“Oh?” Zecora asked, peering down at her with a smirk.

“I think I could be persuaded to shrink down again,” Trixie admitted with a slight blush.

“Discovered a new fetish have we?”

“The fullness is pretty nice so far,” Trixie admitted. “Though that’s with you staying mostly still. I don’t know how I’ll feel about all this once you start thrusting.”

“We’ll have to test that now won’t we?”

“I’m waiting with bated breath,” Trixie said. “I’m hoping that I like it.” Zecora let her smirk grow, reaching down to grasp Trixies waist. She ever so slowly began to move her up and down. Trixie shuddered and let out a low moan. She could feel every vein scape against her depths as she was pulled off the massive length inside her. “Dear sweet Celestia~”

“Good?” Zecora asked, still going slow.

“Oh yes, this is good~” Trixie groaned, nodding slowly. “This is something that I could do again.”

“Excellent~” Zecora beamed, returning to her brew.

“You’re pretty good at multitasking,” Trixie noted between moans, feeling Zecora’s flared head butt up against her cervix with every thrust.

“Why thank you,” Zecora responded, rubbing her head. Trixie leaned into Zecora’s touch, feeling a little content. She continued to moan, feeling her fluids dribbling out onto Zecora’s crotch. “And to think, I didn’t expect any fun tonight.”

“Neither did I after being brainwashed by an ancient artifact,” Trixie agreed, grinding her hips against Zecora whenever her groin collided against her ass.

“Mmm...” Zecora purred, “The potion is almost ready.”

“Then do you want to pick up the pace?” Trixie asked eagerly. “Or are you waiting to do that when you’re finished the potion?”

“I think if I finish now, you will pop like a balloon~” Zecora teased.

“Oh, so now you’re worrying about that,” Trixie chuckled. “Well, guess it was bound to happen eventually.”

“How can I not worry for my pet?” Zecora cooed, scratching her ear.

“Pet huh?” Trixie replied, arching her eyebrow. “Does that mean I’ve been promoted from being punished?”

“Perhaps it does.”

“Well then mistress, I’ll be sure to follow any and all orders,” Trixie assured. “I’ll be the perfect pet for you.”

“That's a good girl,” Zecora praised, beaming down at her. Zecora continued to work on her brew, putting the finishing touches on it. She smiled as the potion took a soft green color, signifying that it was ready. “There we are, this will get you back to your normal size,” she said, scooping a portion of the liquid out. She set it down, moving about to untie Trixie. The knots slipped apart easily and the blue mare managed to land on her hooves. She then picked up the potion again, handing it to Trixie. “All you have to do is drink it. Don’t worry, it tastes better than it looks.”

“Alright...” Trixie said, downing it quickly.

“Good girl.” Zecora smiled, stroking Trixie’s head. A few moments passed before the potion took effect. Trixie’s body stretched out until she was only a head shorter than Zecora.

“Woah... that was weird...” Trixie shuddered, looking herself over.

“That is nothing,” Zecora chuckled, amused by the unicorn’s reaction. “I have many potions and plants that will cause far more interesting transformations to occur. Though, you’ll get to find that out for yourself,” she concluded, a predatory grin on her face as she locked eyes with Trixie.

“Whatever you say mistress.” Trixie nodded.

“Get on the bed,” Zecora ordered, swatting Trixie on the ass and filling the hut with a satisfying crack. “I want to finish what we started before testing more potions on you.” Trixie did so, watching her with baited breath. Zecora wasted no time, climbing in after the mare and positioning herself over her. She grabbed both of Trixie’s wrists, pinning them over her head. Then, she roughly thrusted her entire length past the blue mare’s folds, not bothering to think about her comfort.

Trixie let out a long moan, moving her hips against Zecora’s. The zebra smirked at how eager her new lover was. She leaned down and bit Trixie’s neck, making sure to leave a red mark as she pounded into Trixie. Zecora hummed in contentment, feeling Trixie’s tunnel grip down on her in an attempt to keep her inside.

“Y-yes....” Trixie moaned out, wrapping her legs around Zecora’s waist.

“Mmm, you still grip me so well when you’re like this,” Zecora told her, nipping her neck. She put her head level with Trixie’s so she could stare into her eyes. “I think you deserve a treat for that.” Zecora leaned in, capturing Trixie’s lips in her own with a kiss. Trixie smiled, returning her kiss, slipping her tongue into Zecora’s mouth. Zecora pushed Trixie’s tongue back, quickly taking control of the kiss and exploring the other mare’s mouth as one of her hands released Trixie’s wrist. The hand snaked down to the blue mare’s chest, roughly squeezing one of her breasts.

Trixie shuddered, feeling her nipples harden under Zecora’s touch. This didn’t escape Zecora’s notice, she took Trixie’s nipple in her fingers and twisted.

“Listen to you moan, it’s music to my ears,” Zecora said, leaning down to nibble on the tip of Trixie’s ear.

“I can’t help it,” Trixie groaned, panting as her body shuddered under Zecora’s ministrations. “You’re making me feel so good, mistress~”

“Only because you deserve it...” Zecora replied, tugging on her ear. Trixie let out another moan, her legs tightening around Zecora’s waist.

“Th-thank you mistress, I try,” Trixie said, gasping as she felt Zecora’s thrusts shorten due to her legs’ hold. Zecora made up for her inability to pull back with intensity, sending Trixie’s ass jiggling wildly from the impacts and causing the showmare to moan like she was in heat.

“Listen to you, moaning like a little slut,” Zecora teased, slapping her ass again.

“I-I can’t help it,” Trixie whined, her whole face flushed as her hands gripped the bed tightly. “M-mistress feels so good inside me.”

“And you feel so good around me...” she nipped Trixie’s ear, thrusting harder. Trixie let out a noise that was a mixture between a coo and a moan. She gripped the bed harder, moving her hips in an awkward attempt to meet Zecora’s thrusts.

“Oh, I am so happy that Mistress enjoys my body because it is yours to do with as you wish, anytime you wish.”

“Oh?” She asked, grinning. “Even if I turn you into a frog? Or a newt?”

“If that will make my Mistress happy,” Trixie replied, looking up at Zecora with lust hazed eyes. Zecora moaned, biting her lip.

“Tell Mistress where you want it.”

“Inside, always inside!” Trixie cried, releasing the bed and throwing her arms around Zecora’s neck. Zecora grunted, giving one last thrust, cumming hard. Trixie let out a cry, her nails digging into Zecora’s back as her inner walls clutched onto Zecora’s member and milked it for every drop of seed they could. Eventually, their high and their orgasm came to an end, and Zecora collapsed on top of Trixie, holding onto the mare.

“That was nice...” Zecora muttered, cuddling up with Trixie. “You seemed to really enjoy it...”

“I did,” Trixie replied, still keeping her arms and legs wrapped around Zecora. “I mean, I’ve always liked both mares and stallions, so having a partner that’s a mixture of both was incredibly sexy. And the way you took control was… thrilling.”

“Personally, i like how you submitted,” Zecora purred, rubbing Trixie’s stomach.

“I just did what came naturally,” Trixie retorted. “I’m a showmare, I’m used to taking on roles. For you, I became a mewling pet, ready to accept any and all orders.”

“Would you... consider staying here with me?” Zecora asked, looking into Trixie’s eyes. Trixie smiled, leaning up and placing a short, but passionate kiss on Zecora’s lips.

“After what we just did, you’d have to physically kick me out to make me leave.”

“Good.” Zecora beamed, licking her cheek. “I know I don't have much but, what's mine is yours.”

“It’s more than enough,” Trixie assured. “I’m used to living in a sparsely decorated place. Though sharing it with somep-... someone will be a new and hopefully improved lifestyle.”

“I'll have to teach you how to safely navigate the forest...” Zecora reached down, lying the covers over them.

“I’ll be sure to learn quickly,” Trixie replied, burying her face in the crook of Zecora’s neck. “I’ve got to help my Mistress/marefriend gather herbs so she can test out more potions on me after all.”

“That will be most helpful,” Zecora agreed, “but for now, let us sleep...” She rested her head on Trixie’s chest, smiling.

“Okay, sleep sounds nice right now.” Trixie let out a sigh of contentment, clutching Zecora tightly as she drifted away into sweet dreams.