In the busy and sparkling capital of Equestria; Canterlot, there was a particular mansion in the outskirts of such ivory metropolis, one that, while it was surprisingly similar to the infrastructure that coexisted alongside it in their immediate vicinity, had a distinct ‘spark’ to it, that seemed to differentiate it from the rest of buildings nearby. There was elegance and beautifulness in its construction, but also it had a fair share of Victorianism that complimented their design. That was probably the reason it was a contrast to the others.

Inside that very building, there was a conglomeration of ponies that had fun with each other and generally coexisted like a happy little family… A family that was also fairly crazy on its own right but still. This seemingly random union was a direct byproduct from a past event that caused a silly skirmish between two well-known sides, based directly on the heads of state ruling the pony nation; The Solar Empire, supporters of Princess Celestia, and the New Lunar Republic, devout followers of Princess Luna. During the friendly event that portrayed both factions in some kind of warfare nation-wide, as a way to celebrate the return of Princess Luna from her banishment, these seemingly random ponies mingled with each other in an unique way, despite some being of opposite teams, proving that, while there were some minor inconveniences, mostly enjoyed the week of ‘campaigning against the other team’ and it made friendships flourish like sunflowers Or flourishing like moonflowers. This post was approved by the New Lunar Republic and the Batpony Association

During this particular context, a few ponies decided to stay with others and form close knit groups of friends, an example could be done of the current inhabitants of this very Victorian mansion; Silverwing Manor. In the interior of this gigantic house, there were some particular creatures, ranging from a tall vampire pony with leather jackets, a Pegasus that was Celestia’s Advisor, a gray Unicorn stallion that had size-shifting powers, two sets of plane ponies, one blue with white and another one white and red/blue/black, a lavender unicorn with heterochromic green and blue eyes, and an dark blue earth pony with equally blue mane named Starless that mostly spent the time in his room, yet once in a while came down to talk. Oh, and aside from these guests, there was also the host of this meeting and the owner of the mansion, a rich baker with pale yellow, fluffy and silky fur, and velvety yellow/brown mane and tail, named Sweet Bun, with the title of Countess. She walked through the living room, where the many ponies hanged out, and smiled seeing such a wholesome group of ponies talking and hanging and generally enjoying eachother’s presence.

It was fun, and silly, and Sweet Bun was really happy of meeting them all and getting to know them better to call them all ‘her friends’. Her socked hooves posed themselves onto the relatively warm wooden floor as she walked towards a nearby couch, one that was surprisingly big despite their main purpose, and that right now, at this very moment, had a cute inhabitant that pretty much nestled himself there. The white plane pony with black mane looked at the approaching figure of Sweet Bun, smiling warmly as his heterochromic eyes locked onto his target… or well, more like one of his best friends forever. There was an anxious thought at the back of his mind that she’d get angry for him lying on the papasan-style couch the size of a bed, but he tried to push that anxiety-riddled mind aside as he knew she wouldn’t be mad deep down.

The plone noticed the socks of the yellow Pegasus as she walked towards the couch, waving and smiling at others. A small, but noticeable blush developed on his cheeks, not being used to seeing clothed ponies (We don’t normally wear clothes Dx), but he quickly banished his embarrassment as he imagined she felt cold… it was indeed a fairly chilly anyways, to the point he had brought a cute blanket with him, one that the Countess had provided him to stay here.


“May I?” Her voice, sweet as butter and gentle as a light breeze, spoke in a quiet, and slightly shy tone, as the mare towered a bit over the prone plane pone, indicating with her words and her current position that she wanted to rest in the papasan-couch too. The plane pony quickly stood up in anxiety and wanting to be polite, giving space for her as he stopped hoarding the pillows and blanket “Y-Yes! S-S-Sorry for that, um, you can lie here” The plane pony said, and his body expressions seemed to indicate like if he was about to get out of the couch, which was likely, as the overly-polite and adorkable plane pony possibly wanted her to enjoy the softness and fluffiness of the furniture, before the same soft voice was heard again.

“No wait, you can stay” Sweet Bun said, with a hint of worry in her voice, the plane pony turned around as he was about to jump off, and he seemed uneasy; for he didn’t want to inconvenience one of his best friends, but Bashful managed to go past these inhibitions that his mind, clouded by anxiousness, created at random. He saw how Sweet put one of her sock-covered forehooves on the surface, the underhoof sinking down into the pillowy texture, as a random, idle thought made the plone wonder where Azure was right now. He shook that inquiry from his hyperactive brain, as he watched the baker finish with her movement and lying down, her belly facing the end of the couch. She smiled towards Bashy, which made the latter fluster, as she patted the area in front of her with one hoof, circling and repeatedly tapping it, as if he was teasing the plone, but it was already understood what she wanted to say.

Slowly and carefully, he approached the yellow pony that had just invaded her lair and proceeded to lie prone in front of her, in such a way becoming her small spoon for snuggles, and, expectedly, that’s what happened, as Sweet Bun, acknowledging her role as the bigger spoon, gently wrapped one of her hooves towards the plone and carefully, like if she was holding a priceless ming vase, brought the smol thing towards her body, feeling his extremely soft and luxurious fluffiness as she also extended a wing to wrap it over the plone, proceeding to put the blankets on both and do an impromptu cuddling attack against Bashful. The latter blushed a bit more and smiled softly, appreciating deeply the physical affection, before he felt one of Sweet’s hooves on his head, gently grinding and rotating clockwise and counterclockwise, and dragging the soft frog and rim on his mane. Bashy purred adorably, scooting closer to her, and allowing her to treat him as her cute little kitty to pet.

At the same time this adorable scene of snuggles and love and caringness and friendship occurred, in the vicinity there was a particularly hilarious scene; a brooding, always-angry, terrifying, and deadly gray vampire pony with dark blue mane and light blue eyes, looking more tired and stressed than actively murderous, and on top of his head another pony, this one tiny and an unicorn, with a strikingly similar shade of gray on his fluff and likewise light blue eyes akin to the vampistic bat pony, but being different and recognizable by his brown mane, lack of wings, horn, and a Cutie Mark of two arrows. The vampire pony seemed to either not mind, not give a fudge, or not notice the passenger on his mane, but it was most likely the former, since as he talked, the unicorn also shared their own opinion and thoughts as a member of this group.

That was before he let out a cute yawn, which was even more adorable for his size, and with a quick head movement he glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall, showcasing the time in its glory. His eyes focused on the important information he wanted to retrieve, in this case, the time it was, and then, with two taps on the head of the depressingly awake vampirepony, he acknowledged that he’d get out of his mane. A deep breath, a steeled resolve, a look forward, and then a jump from such a high place (Relatively for him) as he almost immediately started the arcane powers he was known and loved for; size-shifting.

In a matter of a few seconds, the once small unicorn that could easily fit under Dark’s hoof, was now his regular size, perhaps even a bit than a regular pony, as his gray hooves slammed against the wood, marking his landing (Figuratively of course) as he did a quick safety roll, just like it was taught in parkour acrobatics in order to dissipate the kinetic energy from the fall. With a smile, he stood back on his four hooves, proceeding to search for his trusty black longcoat of 20+ defense and sneakiness. He put on the duster clothing on top of his grey fur, affixing it on the front, and taking the shining clean, relatively heavy steel sword with a long brown handle he also used alongside this clothing as a means to defend himself… which wasn’t usually needed anyways. A few stretches as he acclimated to not being in the cold vampirepony’s mane and more in the ground as a regular pony, and he turned towards Sweet Bun on the couch “Heh, yeah I actually have to go… bodyguard and patrol duties you know? I’ll be back in a few hours, was nice talking with you guys”

The alluded Pegasus, relaxing on his couch, turned her head towards the regular-sized unicorn with a happy and understanding smile on her visage “Oh, of course dear. Stay safe please” She said with that motherly voice of hers, which was quite fitting since she cared for her friends deeply. Dust nodded, and proceeded to go towards the exit… But right before actively exiting the building through the door, he turned around “You know… they really need a new crown now that I won’t be here…” The confusion in Sweet Bun’s body language seemed apparent, but her thoughts couldn’t fully process what he wanted to say before suddenly a bright blue magic enveloped the yellow sweet Pegasus. She was going to ask something, but her question was answered before it was even asked as her body started to become smaller and smaller, her whole perspective of the world changed as everything suddenly became bigger by the second, particularly the plane pony literally in front of her, indicating clearly she was minimizing in size. A few seconds of magical shenanigans ensued, and when everything was finished, she was barely the size of a doll. In fact, she was smaller than Bashy’s plushies.

“Haha, now you’re the crown, and a perfect one at that! But yeaahhhh… I-I’ve got to go, or Tempest is going to punish me for being late… again…” Dust said with his usual mischievous demeanor, he seemed quite entertained about seeing a mini Sweet Bun, either from the sheer hilarity in the event or the fact he loved macro/micro interactions, and consequently, found the tiny baker adorable beyond words. The pone, shocked both literally and figuratively by the thaumaturgical pulse running through her body, let out a high-pitched squeak “Hey, get back here! Change my size now!”. But her words were uttered too late, the unicorn was already long gone with the wind, and perhaps that was his objective; to perform a successful shoot and scoot before the other pone could retaliate. She crossed her forehooves and sat down in a pout, feeling awkward of being as small as this, never becoming the subject of size shifting magic of any kind.

While she was staring at the door, the corner of her eyesight caught something terrifyingly cute; it was the plane pony’s face, who was effectively staring at her like a cat to her mouse prey, yet his look didn’t convey malice, but admiration and perhaps… happiness? Excitement? “Uh… Are you o-okay Bashf-“ Her words couldn’t elaborate further her thoughts into a proper communicative pattern as the plone, his reflexes quick due to his feline characteristic, managed to turn around to now face Sweet Bun, and at the same time sit down and bring two huge forepaws towards her. “OH MY GOSH, AREN’T YOU THE CUTEST THING EVER?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

His movements were too quick for the baker to properly recognize, and before she could fly or get out of the way, or even take a proper glance and process what was happening, she felt her petite figure being smushed from both sides, left and right, by an indescribably soft and cushy surface, alongside velvety and silky, luxurious fluffiness. She couldn’t see anything particularly interesting that would lead her to make an assumption, but by the physical feeling alone, of her cute little body being squished like Play-Doh, and the textures that pushed against her non-harmfully, let her know that Bashy was holding her gently between his black forepaws. Which was correct, as the plone, in an excited swoop less than 2 seconds long, managed to take a hold of the baker. Despite the seemingly uncomfortable situation, the “NLR’s mom” had to admit his paws were soft and snuggly… But she couldn’t experience the wonderful and impromptu ‘massage’ she was given that much, as she was soon released from her metaphorical prison… or well… more like the grip on her was softened, as the plone allowed her adorable head to stick out from between his paws.

“YOU’RE SO ADORABLEEEEE YOU’RE LIKE A PLUSHIE!” The overly excited plane pony said in a uncharacteristic adorable voice, seemingly his cat like nature made him find tiny beings, especially tiny ponies, completely adorable… or he just liked tiny and giant things in general, that could be it to. Either way, the plane pony didn’t seem to think much about his further actions, or in fact, didn’t seem to think this through at all, being guided more by hyperactivity than rationale, as his shimmering eyes looked at Sweet Bun. Before she could turn back to see him, she suddenly felt something wet and spongey, yet soft, drag through the back of her head, giving her a rather funny spiky hair of sorts. It was silly yet cute, although the unexpected reaction made the licked pone blush crimson red, as Bashy, being a kitty, continued to showcase his feline affectionate gesture, continuing his licks even when Sweet had actually turned around to face him, instead facing the gray tongue lap on her face.

And then, after that was ultimately done, the plane pony decided to take her between his arms, lying back on the couch and snuggling her like if she was his own personal, alive, and very fluffy Pegasus plush toy, nuzzling the heck out of her as the gigantic fluffy nuzzle/cheek rubbed against Sweet’s body cutely, the fluffiness enveloping her like a warm blanket, as his purring sounds were heard, and even felt, the vibrations feeling rather comfortable for Sweet, but she was obviously unsure how to tackle this and she didn’t expect that reaction from the plone. “Bashy?” Sweet Bun asked, now that she wasn’t either trapped between his paws or repeatedly smothered by a tongue. This was enough to wake him up from his absentminded antics, as he realized what he had done while looking at the tiny pale yellow pone in his grasp.

“I-I’m s-so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to! I-I-I’m really sorry!” He hurriedly said, there was a thick amount of anxiety worry in his voice, like if he was starting to panic, his ears dropped and his eyes showcasing worrisome nervousness, at the same time, he rubbed Sweet Bun between his paws again, attempting to dry her off from the prior experiences. “I… I-I’m okay, r-really… U-Uhm… are you okay?” Sweet Bun asked with a hint of worry, but thankfully the plone seemed to be physically and mentally okay, if just nervous for what he had done. “If you say so… I… U-Uh… I-I’ll j-just snuggle a-and pet you” Bashful’s soft voice said, holding her in such a way she was comfortable and warm and snuggled against his fluffiness, like one of the comfiest bed she ever experienced in her life. With one of his ‘paw toes/fingers’, he gently and kindly rubbed her mane and attempted to pet her despite her diminutive size. This earned an embarrassed yet happy smile from the birb-horse, as she let out loud a little “T-this isn’t so bad… B-But um… c-could you… w-warn first… b-before licking me? O-or taking m-me like that?” Sweet said half-jokingly half-seriously, her blush permanent as she giggled cutely. The plone was understandably apologetic for the whole event, and just made sure to snuggle and make her comfortable. “S-sorry…”

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This is just a silly adorable story I wanted to do to accompany a gift art I did for a very nice and very kind and extremely sweet and extremely wholesome and completely adorable best friend forever and ever I have, really, she’s been only but kind, nice, and adorable towards me and I wanted to thank her friendship and that she’s there to put up with me <3

Also, this might be also considered an art trade/gift art response of sorts, since she had also drew something with my plone, and I wanted to reciprocate the drawing she did and I didn’t even expect. And I deeply appreciate that silly artwork she did because that was a vital part in us both socializing and starting to get to know eachother <3

I hope she likes this very much, I did this specifically for her and she seemed to love the idea, and I did it based on some shenanigans of size-shifting powers on the New Lunar Republic thread with Dust, of course, it had to be him XP. And well, Sweet is Bashy's cute snuggle buddy and plushie until Dust comes over… or until Sweet says she doesn’t want to be a plushie anymore, considering that Bashful wouldn’t want to inconvenience her, then again, she doesn’t seem to mind being in a sea of heavenly soft fluffiness~

And oh God I got to learn how to draw paws really plz send help Dx, they look like flaccid cooked spaghettis and I’m annoyed by that Dx.