Trishy's Transformation 5
Trishy faces the consequences of her actions
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The door to Anna’s apartment bursts open, and from the outside funnels a veritable army of sprites, brownies, gremlins, and all manner of other diminutive fey. And leading the charge of this mob is Anastasia, dressed in a robe and holding a tiny little pitchfork in both hands. “Alright ya little goblin! Come on out and let me get my revenge on ya!”
But as the tiny folk travel around the room, they find she is not there. Not on the bed, not in the kitchen area, not anywhere.
“But we followed the magic trail,” complains the leprechaun at the back of the procession. “She should be here, I… wait, do ya hear that?”
Hoping onto her rat mount, Anastasia followed the sound. Hoping down a pipe and crawling along the windowsill, she got into position to look into the arcade below.
“That little runt!” She snarls. “She’s down here!”
And indeed she is—hanging out after hours, sitting in a full-body experience ride gun game with Anna sitting on her lap. The two are so enamored with their game, Anna snuggled up against Trishy, that they don’t notice when the massive little army lifted the window and poured in, surrounding them in their little fey fury.
Trishy cheers, leaping up and spinning Anna around. The two scream “High Score! High Score!” as the system plays a triumphant tune and the ticket counter climbs higher and higher on the digital display.
This shouting drowns out the speech that Anastasia states, only incensing the elf’s ire even more. Fully upset at the goblin and her little game, she finally takes the wand from one of the sprites and points it directly at Trishy. “Let’s see how much you cheer when I reverse your little spell!”
With a pop and a fizzle, the spell strikes Trishy, knocking the goblin girl on her side, and making her and her companion tumble out of the arcade cabinet. They crash onto the ground, surrounded by the upset fey creatures. Trishy, before responding to them, yelps as she feels power flying out of her, coming out of her toes, her fingers, and the tips of her ears. It leaks out, drawing back into Anna, making the woman grow back to her natural size. It also flies across the room toward the tiny Anastasia, who laughs, boasting as her tiny little voice deepens and becomes a sultry and mature coo.
The elf restores to her standard size. The fairy clothes she wore tightened against her skin before eventually bursting, leaving her naked but standing at her natural height. The fairy wand, now the size of a toothpick, glows with mighty magic as she climbs into the cabinet and points it at Trishy.
Trishy finds herself tiny—back to her normal size—trapped in the smart business suit and squirming to try to escape.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Anastasia says, the wand crackling with power. “I’ll teach you to be a tricky little goblin, you little shit!” she shouts.
But Anna steps up between them, her hands outstretched, using her body as a shield. “No, don’t hurt her!”
Anastasia turns a bright red and crosses one arm to cover her tits and brings her legs together to cover up her womanwhood. “A… and who are you!?” she gasps.
“I’m Anna and Trishy’s friend!” she shouts. “If you want to get to her, you must go through me!”
Trishy pokes her large head, her ears flopping as she listens in. “Friend…?”
Anastasia narrows her eyes, rubbing the tiny little toothipick of a wand with a contemplative thumb. “I have no quarrel with you,” she says. “But you’re not going to let me have my revenge?”
Anna shakes her head quickly, her whole body shaking as she stands before the elf.
Anastasia sighs, and she lowers her weapon, shaking her head. “Look, could she at least give me my clothes back?”
* * *
After Anastasia is sufficiently dressed, the leader of the tiny little army turns and snaps her fingers, calling to the rest of the army. “Let’s go back to the bar. Drinks are on me!”
And there was a great cheer among the makeshift army as they headed out for their fey revelries.
Anna leads Trishy back up to her room. There, she covers the naked little goblin in a sheet and sits next to her, rubbing her shoulders.
“I don’t get it,” Trishy says. “You protected me, even though I wasn’t a pretty and confident lady.
“Of course I did!” Says Anna. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you out.”
“I still can’t believe it,” Trishy says, shaking her head. “You’d want to be my friend.”
Anna sighs, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Trishy’s forehead.
Trishy gets bright red from the kiss, her ears flapping in delight.
“You don’t have to get it,” says Anna. “All you have to do is enjoy that you have it.”
Trishy bounces on the bed, giggling softly. “I guess I could give that a try.”
“Now then,” says Anna, pulling off her glasses and swinging her hair out of place. How about we do something else? I think there was an implied activity we both agreed to when I brought you to my place.
Trishy’s blush brightens, but her smile widens. “Oh, okay! Let’s go!”
And so, Trishy found herself having fun in her second day!