Duchess Silverblade and her daughter rode towards the fortress alone, having had their guards stay at camp or sent to take the nearby villages. It was a decent sized castle, overlooking a mid-sized human town. The gates had been shut, and the walls of both the town and the imposing fortress bristled with guards, and in the distance a horn sounded as they were spotted.

“Oh no, now taking the town will be impossible,” the duchess’s daughter, an elf of two hundred years named Ayla, playfully pouted. Ayla had already antagonized her mother that day by wearing a scandalously short black dress, one that glittered in the light as the wind ruffled it, and with a low cut that showed off the pale skin of her cleavage.

“Oh stop that,” her mother snapped, “You’re a grown woman now, speak in an elegant manner!”

“It’s just the two of us out here mother,” Ayla grumbled, “I’ll start speaking like a lady again when we meet back up with the Prince and his party.”

“Oh, you think you’re good enough to marry the prince do you?” her mother grumbled, rolling her eyes, “The royal line has managed a single male in a millennia, we’re powerful mages girl, but make no mistake our family isn’t in the running for that kind of an arranged marriage.”

“Maybe I just want to have some fun with him?” Ayla giggled, slowly slipping on a pair of enchanted gloves at the same time as her mother did.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” her mother sighed, “if you want fun find some cute human boys, we’ll have plenty of them after today.”

“You would know all about fun with human boys, wouldn’t you mother?” Ayla said.

The duchess blushed, “E-Enough,” she said, flustered, “this is a challenge for you, every woman in this family must be able to take an entire human fortress by herself,” she pointed at the looming castle, “now get to work! And know that I will be writing your tutors about your performance!”

Ayla rolled her eyes as she dismounted from her horse, walking towards the castle in a huff, Mother is so eager to put on a dignified front, she thought with a chuckle, and it’ll come crumbling down five minutes after she resizes the cutest boy in that town over there.

She turned her attention to the fortress, ignoring the flaming arrows that rained down on her. She didn’t bother with any theatrics, simply willing them not to hit her. They formed a near perfect circle around the young elf as she regarded the massive stone wall before her. A grin lit up her features, and she took a deep breath, exhaling as if she was blowing out birthday candles.

The men on the wall screamed in surprise as the solid stone was replaced by fluorescent pink bubbles, bubbles that blew away almost lazily on the wind as Ayla giggled, admiring her work. The men screamed as they fell, but with each bubble that burst under their weight they shrank in size, becoming smaller and smaller with each foot as the soapy suds popped on their armor, their hands, their feet. By the time the dozens of men had made it halfway down the cascade of rising pink bubbles that had been their wall, they were no larger than dolls, and as their eyes stung from the obnoxiously fruity scented soap that the bubbles were made from, they soon found themselves bouncing off the bubbles as their size became that of insects, unable to break the shimmering surface tension of the transparent pink orbs.

“Look out!” the former captain cried feebly as a loud *pop* sent him tumbling down again. This time when he struck the bubble he simply passed into it without breaking, landing on the bottom and causing it to sink instead of floating away like the others. He rose, drawing his sword and slashing at the side, but his sword only bounced off, and as he looked around he realized that all of the rest of the guards had suffered the same fate, struggling feebly within the floating pink bubbles as they drifted lazily down, away from the rest of the transformed wall which was scattered into the blue sky by the wind.

Ayla simply gestured, willing the swirling bubbles to her, smirking at each of the trapped tiny humans as they orbited her slowly.

“So pretty and pink,” she sighed happily, cradling the bubble that held the captain in her hands like an apple. She lifted it to her face, letting the captain see the grinning girl’s face fill the transparent pink barrier. “I do love bubbles,” she said softly, tapping it and letting the captain drift away again, pounding angrily on the side as his swears at her were muffled, “humans have a harder time with them though, you just get stuck in them so easily once you’ve been resized…” She smirked as she tapped the side of the bubble, causing the captain to float away with his fellows, “you’ll find out all about that though, I’m fond of taking baths with my toys.” She flicked her wrist, and the men shouted as one as the bubbles trapping them were whipped away on a current of wind, disappearing into the sky on a current bound for the elven camp, miles away.

The rest of the humans inside the fortress had watched the entire spectacle in morbid fascination, and then panic seized them as the young elven aristocrat simply walked into the fortress through the empty space where wall had been moments ago. Arrows rained down on her, a pot of burning oil was thrown, and one man even managed to turn the tower’s ballistae, sending a massive bolt her way. All of it rather improbably missed, guided away by invisible magical tendrils controlled without even a thought, and in turn a blue bolt fired out at each attacker, shrinking them out of their clothing in a puff of smoke. With a grin she held her hand up, clenching her fist and summoning them all to her.

The tiny men barely had time to gather their thoughts before they were pulled through the air, as if roped around their ankles and yanked by invisible tendrils. Their tiny screams echoed through the fortress as they rocketed down towards Ayla, slowing to a halt as they floated in the air at chest level before her, hovering lazily like fireflies as the gigantic elf looked them all over with approval.

“Now what to do with all of you?” she asked, tapping her chin with a playful grin. She snapped her fingers, “I know just the thing!” She clenched her fist, tensing the muscle and grimacing with exertion. The men floating before her screamed in panic as the world grew even bigger, the elf growing from a mere giant into a true titaness as she coursed magic through them, sweeping their size away. Soon they were floating before her like gnats.

Ayla gasped, grinning euphorically as she looked on her handiwork, “That’s just part of it,” she boomed, her breath scattering some of her floating prisoners like a hurricane as she chanted a new spell under her breath. Around each human strange beads formed from the air, beautiful ruby red, encasing each of the miniscule guards in gemstones the size of grains of sand. “Don’t worry,” she called as the material slid over their heads, completing the encasement, “you’ll still be able to breathe…” With a flourish of her hand the minute glittering gemstones flew into her waiting locks of hair, adhering to the long silky strands and burying many of the humans in the dense forest.

Ayla glanced around, spotting a nearby mirror. With a smirk she swayed her hips, walking towards it and running her fingers through her hair. The pale strands glittered red as she did so, catching the light in a pleasing way that complimented her dress, showing off the hundreds of trapped humans.

The trapped guards found their world shaking and swaying as the gigantic elf walked out of the ruins of their fortress, carrying them all with her as mere hair ornaments. The soft scent of her skin filled their senses as the wind rushed through the forest they were trapped in, and many began to wonder how long they would be stuck adorning the elf’s perfect golden locks.

“Impressive work,” her mother said as she walked back to her, “the bubbles were truly inspired.”

“Thank you, mother,” she giggled, running her fingers through her hair and enjoying the slight red shimmer. She glanced over at the town, where a bell was ringing in alarm as the panicked humans ran through the streets. “I don’t think those ones will stand in place while I show off though.”

The duchess got off her own horse, waving for her daughter to follow her, “Allow me to do so then.” She glanced at Ayla’s hair, frowning, “a gaudy use for resized humans.”

“You’re just jealous that I can get them this small,” Ayla giggled, shaking her head back and forth playfully and rocking the world of the hundreds adhered to her hair strands.

The duchess glowered at her daughter, “Jealous, am I?” she smiled, turning towards the human town. She muttered under her breath for several moments, drawing as much magical energy as she could. She took a deep breath, weaving the rest of the spell with her mind.

“Well?” Ayla asked mockingly.

“Quiet!” her mother snapped, gritting her teeth as she readied her masterwork, a spell that even the most powerful archmages had been stunned to see her perform. Ayla’s eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open as the entire human town glowed with a bright orange light. The aura intensified, nearly blinding Ayla and causing her to shield her eyes. When she finally blinked them open the human town was simply gone.

Her mouth went dry, “M-Mother, you didn’t… vaporize them, did you? You know we’re not supposed to hurt them if we can help it-“

The duchess turned around with a smile, holding her open palm out, “Of course not my dear!”

“Goddess,” Ayla swore, leaning over her mother’s hand in awe.

In the human town the panic slowly stopped, as a sense of wonder and stunned shock came over them. They looked up as the grasslands around them had been replaced by a rolling and slightly shiny material that they soon recognized as leather, leather that clad the massive fingers that rose around their town like mountainous far away pillars. A pair of gigantic elven faces looked down at them, a younger one with an expression on her face as shocked as any of theirs, and another, who looked almost middle aged, with a smug smirk as she studied them all.

“Hello dears,” she said in a soft and reassuring voice.

“Y-You did their entire village?” Ayla stammered, “it’s not even the size of a gold coin…”

“That’s right,” she said sweetly, “and that’s something everyone down there should consider before they get any ideas about fleeing.” She squinted, barely able to see the townspeople, “I’ve always enjoyed this, holding human towns in my hand I mean… It’s been so long since I’ve had a good campaign, it almost makes me feel young again-“ she stopped herself, chuckling and nearly causing an earthquake for the tiny town, “Sorry, I tend to prattle on… I’m the Duchess Silverblade, and this town is being rehomed. I’ve got a lovely flower bed back at my manor that you’re going to love!”

The townspeople panicked again as the duchess reached a single finger down, tapping the tip of their belltower with a digit that stretched larger than the mountain ranges in the distance. It crumbled easily under her touch, but if she noticed she said nothing. The air around them shimmered, and the finger withdrew.

“There we are,” she sighed, lowering the coin sized town to the open top of her dress. She tilted her hand, letting it slide into her cleavage, slowly she adjusted it, resting the tiny town just over her nipple, confident her spell would protect the inhabitants. She cupped her breast playfully a moment, imagining the shock, and arousal, of the town’s male population, growing a little wet herself at the thought.

She stopped, smirking disdainfully at Ayla’s shimmering red hair, and the hundreds of speck sized humans that made it so, “I changed my mind,” she said mildly, “I like the hair after all.”

Ayla twirled a lock around her finger, making the humans trapped on those strands dizzy as she followed behind her mother.

I’ve still got a lot to learn, she reflected, thinking on what she would have done with an entire city in the palm of her hand…

A scout rode up to them, “My Duchess!” she shouted, “The general wants all forces to her position!”

Duchess Silverblade rose an eyebrow, “Odd, I wonder what’s happened?” She sighed, “I suppose we’ll have to see if the Prince and the Princess have accomplished their goals yet…”

…

Prince Tristan was easy to pick out from the elven retinue, at only seven feet tall he was a small elf, and compared to the towering ten foot bodyguards around him he was by far the most approachable of the party, and the human townsfolk didn’t flinch away from him nearly as much as he walked to the raised platform in the town square.

He was well aware of the effect his appearance had on others, with long blond hair, fair features, and a slender form, plenty of humans, other elves even, might have mistaken him for female at a distance, something that had irked him for years and which he’d slowly turned to his advantage. He gave a small smile to the crowds that all gazed at him with a mix of lust and awe as he slowly climbed the wooden steps.

“Can everyone hear me?” he said in a jovial tone, lighthearted and crisp, with a voice that seemed to ring in all of their ears. The humans all murmured agreement, still nervous, and he gave them his best reassuring grin. “Now I know many are frightened about the approaching elven armies, that’s why I’ve come ahead of them! To make sure everyone understands things, to make sure we all get what we want!”

The townspeople murmured in confusion, “You’re not here to demand our surrender?” the captain of the town guard asked dubiously.

“Surrender?” Tristan laughed, “no, never! Surrender is what defeated enemies do! I’m here to offer opportunities!”

He had their interest now, and he chuckled inwardly. As a male elf, most thought the mountain leveling destructive magics that his sisters managed were out of his reach.  While he could perform those spells as easily as any royal, he’d never reduce a charging cavalry force to playthings. As he’d matured he’d learned that he had unique magical talents of his own, ones that lent themselves to his strengths.

“Let me tell you what I see here,” he began, “people who work hard, people who don’t get half of what they deserve for what they do every day!” the people nodded in agreement, his voice filling their hearts and making them wonder when they’d get what they deserved. Tristan smiled, knowing that most of the women, and if he were truthful a good share of the men, were already having lustful thoughts about him fill their heads, and the rest imagined him as a friend at the tavern, sharing inside jokes as they talked. “What if,” he began, “What if you could all live a life of leisure like the nobles do? What if you only worked when you wanted?”

“That’s… that would be nice,” the captain of the guard admitted.

“That’s what we elves are offering!” Tristan said excitedly, “a special place for every human to enjoy the life they deserve, the life our goddess demands for you! Once you’re resized you’ll be free from labor, and you’ll be cared for by loving elven companions!”

Below him his several bodyguards began chanting the spell, taking it at a slow pace to conserve energy and not distract Tristan’s audience. No one in the crowd seemed to notice that the wooden platform was just a little higher, and the elven prince leapt off the stage with a flourish, getting a round of applause from the excited humans.

“Now all of this fighting, all of this resisting, it’s stressful,” Tristan continued, walking through the crowd.

“Wait a minute,” a woman muttered, looking up at him, “weren’t you-“

He turned to her quickly, stroking her hair affectionately in a way that instantly dulled her back into the semi-trance, “Why spend your lives stressed? Imagine loving elven fingers massaging your tiny body every day?” the woman groaned as he rubbed her shoulders, not realizing that he was now reaching further down to do so.

By the time he started speaking again the crowd was down to his knees, looking up at him in excitement, “The Elven Empire is actually helping humans,” he continued, “it’s all been one big misunderstanding!” He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw them all shrink to ankle height, then toe height, finally resting at the Imperial standard size for humans: one inch. With a sigh he bowed, “And now my friends, if you’ll look around, you’ll see that everything I’ve promised you is already at hand!”

There were shouts and confusion as they looked up at the towering prince, and a moment later his bodyguards appeared with nets, bringing them down over the crowd of tiny humans and bagging them up just as they had the presence of mind to flee.

“Good work Prince Tristan,” Synda, the captain of his guard called excitedly, “you’re amazing!”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled. Truth be told, even his own bodyguards weren’t immune to his charms, and he gave Synda a wink that sent her blushing as she followed the others, grabbing the tiny humans for transport as his personal carriage wheeled it’s way through the town’s gate.

He froze as he felt a blade against his neck.  A feminine giggle echoed from behind him as a woman, a human woman by her stature, wrapped her arm around him, hugging him close with a surprisingly strong grip.

“That was a cute speech,” she growled, getting on her tiptoes to lick his neck aggressively, “all it really did for me was rile me up though…”

With a grunt Tristan gripped her knife hand, flipping her over his head in a practiced maneuver. As she tumbled and made a graceful landing, he got a look at his assailant. She was a redheaded human, with freckles and wild bushy hair giving her a crazed look as she spun a pair of knives. She wore a skintight black outfit, with a long cloak and a hood pulled back.

“Name’s Cathy Cuthroat,” she growled, “wanna guess how I got the name?”

“No need,” he muttered, slowly circling her. He smiled, “Now Cathy, why don’t we just put down the weapons and I’ll send for some wine?”

“Fat fucking chance,” she laughed, “I’m the world’s greatest assassin! I’ve had plenty of mages try that magical charisma crap.” Tristan saw his guards slowly moving closer, but he held up his hand, giving them pause.

“And what business do you have with me?” he asked slowly, making sure to stay out of arm’s reach.

“A lot of people would pay good money for an elf prince’s death,” she said with a shrug, “and you’re dumb enough to walk right into human towns!” She dove at him, her blades flashing, and he grunted as she managed to slice across his arm before he leapt out of the way.

He looked at the thin trail of blood on his forearm for a moment as the cut rapidly healed, then slowly grinned, I want- no I NEED this one! He straightened himself, ignoring the wound as he planned his attack. Let’s see just how much you can resist me then?

This time when she charged at him he didn’t dodge, instead he grabbed her hand, just barely moving the blade away from himself in time. He embraced her, squeezing her bottom and causing her to gasp as he bent down to give her a passionate kiss.

“W-What the hell?” Cathy stammered, her face as red as her hair as she stumbled backwards.

“What can I say? I love human women,” he chuckled.

“Fucking die already!” she roared.

“You don’t really want to hurt me, do you?” he asked, holding his arms wide.

Cathy paused, blinking in confusion as her mental defenses faltered, “Y-Yes I do!” she shouted, hurtling her knife at him.

Tristan gulped, just barely moving his head out of the way, “So wild!” he continued, “but there’s something else there…” he forced himself to take a step closer, causing the assassin to gasp. He smirked as he found her mental weak point, “Cathy, just put down the knife and let me have you, be the pretty thing you were always meant to be?”

She held the knife out shakily, not realizing that it was just a little heavier than it should have been, “N-No, I fist fuck pretty boys like you-“

“Cathy you’re going to be small,” he said sternly, “cute, and you’re going to stop pretending you don’t want that.”

Cathy’s knife clattered from her hand, and she looked up at the now towering elven prince as she dwindled, “Wait, no! You’re hypnotizing me, like you did with them!”

“No,” he chuckled, “I have to appeal to something inside of you to do anything… If you don’t want to be my doll, just stop shrinking!”

She whimpered, trying to maintain a fiery expression as her height dropped below his waist level, “I-I’m not a doll!”

“I’ve got a lot of dolls,” he remarked, “I wasn’t lying when I said I liked human girls.”

Cathy fell to her knees, her eyes wide, “I-I’m rough… mean?” she squeaked, questioning it herself.

“Hmm… no, I don’t think so,” he muttered, bending down to pick her up as she dropped down to the size of one of his sister’s old dolls back home. “Look, this is easily fixed.” He ran a finger down her red hair, making her shiver as his magic instantly rendered it tamed, wrapping it in a complex braid.

“Wha?” she looked up in shock, “I’m the world’s deadliest assassin, do you know how many people I’ve-“

“I hate the color black on you,” he muttered, casting a spell on her cloak next.

Cathy shivered as her tight black assassin’s garb poofed outward, becoming a frilly pink ballroom gown, the pauldrons beneath her cloak poofed out into ruffled sleeves, and her cloak seemed to fold down into a stitched floral pattern as she landed on her bottom, sitting in his palm at half the size she’d been when he picked her up.

Cathy raised her black gloved hands to her face, watching the leather turn to frilly white lace, “I…” she gulped, looking up at him angrily and balling her fists. “You’ll regret this, I’ll find a way to get big again, and then-“

“I doubt you’ll try to escape at all, your heart is pounding right now, and not because you’re scared,” Tristan smirked, bringing a single finger up under the dress. Cathy gasped as the massive digit rubbed at the wetness between her legs, whatever else the magic had done it hadn’t given her underwear to go with her new outfit.

Tristan let all magic drop from his voice, enjoying the way the woman squirmed from his motions, “Cathy,” he said with a teasing smile, “tell me, do you want to be my doll?”

The former world’s greatest assassin looked up at him with a growl, fighting the rising orgasm, “Yes!” she gasped, climaxing and bucking her hips against his fingertip, “Fuck me! Yes, I’ll be your goddamn dolly, okay?”

“That’s what I thought,” he laughed, pulling his now soaked fingertip out from under her dress. He sucked it a moment, enjoying the taste of her cum as she panted helplessly in his palm. “Now finish shrinking,” he ordered, watching his would-be killer dwindle the rest of the way down to two inches in his palm.

He walked by his shocked bodyguard, holding the defeated assassin in hand like a trophy as he made his way to the wagon. Walking up into it he made his way to his things, withdrawing a small box and opening it to reveal a tiny bedroom inside, complete with a roaring fireplace, a little bookshelf, and slitted windows that showed the illusion of a summer’s day outside. Tristan lowered Cathy onto the bed, withdrawing his hand and leaving his stunned conquest in her new dollhouse.

“T-this is only until I decide to escape,” she muttered.

“I’m sure,” he chuckled, “be a good girl and wait here for me to finish my work in the rest of the town. With that he shut the box’s lid, trapping Cathy inside until he was ready to play with her again later.

And to think, everyone teased me for playing with dolls growing up, he thought, fighting a chuckle.

His musings were interrupted by the arrival of one of the general’s scouts, leaping off her horse and presenting him with sealed orders, “Thessalina has ordered everyone to regroup!” the scout said eagerly.

Prince Tristan raised an eyebrow, “I suppose someone should fetch my dear sister,” he sighed.

…

Princess Nyana giggled as she thundered towards the human city, which was sounding alarms as the tiny people fled before her. They weren’t really tiny, not yet anyway, Princess Nyana had always preferred to make herself big, and often wondered why other elves didn’t do so.

Her immense blue dress fluttered in the wind, the rippling of the fabric echoing over the city as Nyana thundered closer, dominating the horizon. A few flaming boulders flew at her from trebuchets on the city walls, bouncing harmlessly off her knees without so much as leaving a red mark.

“Hi everyone!” she shouted excitedly, “I’m Princess Nyana! I’m gonna give you guys a chance to surrender, but first I want to have some fun, okay?”

Nobody responded, with the city in a state of chaos at the princess’s arrival most of the people seemed set on fleeing. She glanced at the far gate with a frown, taking a short walk around the city as arrows and ballistae bolts bounced harmlessly off her legs.

“No leaving today, sorry!” she chuckled, getting down on her hands and knees and slowly pushing the massive gates shut. The people who had been fleeing towards it cried out in panic, and wails of despair went up as she cupped her hand, scooping a massive mound of dirt in front of the city’s main exit, blocking it for good. “There we go,” she muttered, standing back up.

A small fire near the docks caught her attention, and she sighed, rolling her eyes, “Hey, you humies might want to get that!” she scowled as the fire began to spread, and the screams of people trapped in the buildings echoed even to the gigantic elf. “Goddess,” she groaned in annoyance, “this is exactly why you guys need elves to take care of you!” She lifted a massive sandaled foot, causing everyone in her path to scream, scurrying out of her way as she slowly brought it down on an empty patch of street. Nyana was careful to go as slow as she could, giving the humans ample time to actually avoid her footfalls, but they didn’t seem to realize it, and they looked in fear at the massive footprints that were left in their streets, cracking the pavement beneath the towering elf’s weight.

“Okay, here we go,” she muttered, cupping her hand and reaching into the town’s bay. With a grin she splashed at the dock as hard as she could, sending a wall of water towards the fires, which hissed out. Standing back up she reached towards one of the buildings, pulling the roof off as easily as if it were a lid on a shoebox, casually tossing it into the sea behind her. A cowering young man looked up at her in shock, wiping soot from his face.

“Aww,” she cooed, reaching for him, “you poor thing!” the man yelped as he was pinched between her fingers, rocketing up at the speed of a crossbow bolt as she brought him before her enormous blue eye. “What’s your name cutie?”

“E-Eli!” he shouted.

“Goddess, this region has some cute boy humans,” she muttered, “I’d put you back, but I feel like it would be hard to find you later, do you want to stay with me?”

Eli gulped, looking down at the chaos unfolding below, “Yes please miss elf!” he shouted.

“Yay!” she beamed, “you’re not going to regret it!” she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her white panties to him. Slowly he was brought to the hem, then with a dip of her fingers he was shoved inside, the fabric rushing against his skin as the elf positioned him near her womanhood. He looked up at her pussy in awe, simply laying in shock as her finger positioned itself near his back. “And… in you go,” she breathed, slowly pushing the tiny human inside of herself.

The gigantic elf’s gaze turned to the bay again, and her eyes lit up as she spotted a massive warship, the sails unfurling as it tried to escape. With a giggle she waded into the water, the depth of the bay barely reaching her knees as she caught the fleeing vessel.

“Aw, no way!” she said eagerly, gripping the sides and lifting it out of the water, “I thought all of the human boats got wrecked when Thessalia did that surprise attack on Kolkat… I am so keeping this!” The crew hung on for dear life as her giant eye peered over the railing at them, “and look, a full crew! Oh wow, I hope you guys know shanties!”

The humans cried out as their vessel was enveloped in blue magic, slowly reducing it to half of its former size. The princess casually slid the wooden ship, and everyone on it, into the pocket sewn on the front of her dress, then turned to the knee high stone castle that guarded the bay.

“Hmm… This isn’t the best castle,” she mused, “it does have one of these…” she reached for the trebuchet, causing the operators to flee as she picked it up, hefting it in her hand a moment. With a shrug she placed it back, causing the siege engineers to look up at her, perplexed. “Still, I don’t have one from this country yet,” she said, her smile slowly widening.

She wrapped her arms around the stone structure, and the men inside felt the ground shake as she grunted, hefting it up as she literally pulled it up by the foundation. The townspeople watched as the towering elf easily jostled their ancient stone fortress up, holding it as though it were a box of apples, only slightly awkward for her to lift. Their hearts collectively skipped a beat as they realized how helpless they were at the sight of that grinning face turning back to them.

“Oh uh… You guys surrender, right?”

The air filled with shouts of “we surrender! Please don’t hurt us!”

“Good,” she sighed with relief, “I’m going to go take a look at my new stuff, my soldiers will come by in like an hour to resize you all, don’t cause any trouble, okay?” The thundering footsteps marked the gigantic princess’s exit, and she whistled happily to herself at another conquest well done… then stopped, frowning as she saw her brother’s banners appearing down the road.

“Now what could he want?” she wondered, playfully asking the question to the soldiers in her new fortress. “Let’s go see guys!”

The men inside gripped the walls for dear life as she skipped along, holding their castle in her hands.

…

Thessalia balked as the elven captain before her tried to explain the loss, “H-He had a group of very cute human men lure us into an ambush,” she said nervously.

“And you didn’t see through it!?” the general hissed angrily.

“They said they were escapees from a prison full of humans who were locked up for being too handsome!” the captain said, “obviously we had to investigate, and then when we were all inside the humans just locked the doors, the walls had been covered in anti-magical runes…” she cleared her throat, “Prince Richard released me so that I could come and report the defeat to you, he says he’s ready to meet again if you want.”

“How courteous of him,” Thessalia muttered. 

…

Prince Richard was wearing a form fitting leather tunic with shorts that ended well above the knee, causing Thessalia’s eyes to wander over his form as she walked up to the hill they’d agreed to meet on. 

“That’s hardly the uniform of a soldier on the warpath,” Thessalia chuckled, looking down at him. She enjoyed the way the prince blushed as she reached down to stroke his cheek, twirling her finger through his hair for a moment.

Richard’s heart raced at her touch, and he cleared his throat, “Our weapons and armor seemed to do little good against your power, so I simply took advantage of your subordinate’s… tastes.”

“Clever, I assume that the elves are unharmed?” Thessalia walked around him, enjoying the human’s nervous attempts to follow her with his eyes.

“Given how our battles have gone so far, I have instructed everyone that it would perhaps be best to continue avoiding bloodshed,” he muttered, “It’s a strange way to be fighting a war…”

“Cute, clever, and wise,” Thessalia said, her smile broadening, “we are going to have such a wonderful time together!”

Richard frowned, “What do you mean by that?”

“Who do you think is getting you when this is all over?” Thessalia said with a grin. She reached up and unbuttoned the top of her uniform, exposing her ample breasts as she worked her way down. 

“What are you doing!?” Richard asked, looking away in embarrassment, “T-That’s not dignified behavior for a meeting between generals!”

“And it is dignified for you and your men to dress like trollops?” Thessalia laughed, “Just look Prince Richard…” He turned, finding himself entranced by the massive globes of soft flesh. “You’re going to spend a lot of time here,” she drawled, tracing her finger down her cleavage, “once I’m done punishing you for being such a rebellious little human! Most of them give up by now!”

“I’ll find a way to win,” Richard vowed, crossing his arms.

“You’re lucky I like you, or I’d have you shrunk here and now!” Thessalia snapped.

“It’s another slime clone,” Richard said with a smug smirk. A moment later his form melted into the familiar blue goo, leaving just the crystal. 

Thessalia chuckled as she walked up to the puddle, fishing around in it for a moment, if he’s remote controlling those, he’d have to have some part of himself in it… Ah! She pulled a single of the prince’s blonde hairs from what was left of the magical construct. Wiping the goo off it, she stuck it in her pocket, we’ll see what fun my mages can have with this…

…

Richard grinned as his men surrounded the teleportation portal. The three elves that had been guarding it were tied and gagged, looking up at him in confusion. He’d lured General Thessalia’s forces away using a series of feints, allowing him to capture the recently constructed Waygate. 

“With this we could go right to their capital, really hurt them!” one of his captains said excitedly.

“We don’t want to hurt them, not seriously anyway,” Richard sighed, “otherwise they might start wanting to hurt us back, and that’s the end of us… Our best chance is to convince them we won’t make good pets.” 

“How do we do that?” one man asked.

“We cause a few messes,” Richard said with a grin. 

…

“He did what!?” Thessalia snapped.

“He and his men engaged in a spree of vandalism in the art district of the capital,” her squire said sheepishly, “many prized artworks were uh… altered, and his men also relieved their horses in Asyn’s temple. They struck so quickly that by the time the city watch was alerted, they’d already withdrawn back through the portal.”

Thessalia’s eye twitched as anger filled her, “That little…” she forced herself to calm down, “anything else?”

“Prince Richard also personally burned your mansion down,” the squire said, backing away slowly. 

Thessalia saw red, “G-Get me a meeting with him…” she growled, shaking with rage. 

…

Prince Richard waited on the hilltop with a smug smirk, “Do you like my new shirt?” he called, gesturing down to the newly sewn outfit, “I got the fabric from your sitting room curtains, unfortunately I left my pipe lit while I was perusing your library, and well… accidents happen!”

“I suppose you think this is funny!?” Thessalia hissed.

“We can avoid any more of this if you will just stop,” he replied angrily, “even if you win, we’ll always be causing you headaches. Two inches tall? We’ll sneak out and cut your blankets to ribbons, get into the pantry and throw jam everywhere!”

“Please, you’ll be kissing my boots inside of a week!” Thessalia growled, “you probably want to already!”

The prince coughed, “That’s not- That is to say-”

“Spare me,” Thessalia grinned, “I had my mages cook up a little something special for you.”

“I’m not here,” he reminded her, “I’m-”

“Controlling a slime clone from somewhere far away, yes,” she chuckled, withdrawing something from her pocket. Richard shivered suddenly, and with a flourish she held out a small figurine, carved in his likeness.

“W-What’s that-”

“A voodoo doll,” Thessalia said, holding it up to her face, “and it’s right about the size you’re going to be…” She stroked it with her finger, and Richard shivered as he felt the gigantic digit slide along his back. 

“Don’t!” he whimpered, feeling her start to toy with the doll’s groin.

“Oh? Does that feel good?” she teased. Slowly she massaged the spot, watching him gasp as he felt her finger as if it were on his own body. Richard’s eyes went wide as he felt her humid breath on his whole body as she brought the doll to her mouth, taking a long, slow lick.

“Agh!” he fell to his knees, cumming in his pants while the general chuckled down at him.

“Every time I get bored, I’ll get this out for a little playtime,” she said with a grin. Richard watched in horror as she unbuttoned her uniform, revealing those gorgeous breasts again. He felt the warmth and pressure against his body, along with the soft almost floral scent of the general’s perfume as she slid the small figurine between them, hiding it from view. “I’ll see you soon Richard!” she taunted, watching his latest slime clone dissolve.

…

General Thessalia studied the map, wondering where Prince Richard’s forces could be hiding. It wouldn’t matter soon, with the Duchess Silverblade’s efforts in the countryside, she would be able to take their capital city soon, and the prince would have no choice but to defend it from her.

“I’m going to enjoy getting to know you better Richard,” she chuckled.

…

Prince Richard sighed as he studied the map, “We’ve got no choice but to commit to it,” he muttered to himself. He looked up at his generals, “Well? Does anyone have any last minute suggestions?”

A shrouded man that made clockwork noises as he moved stepped forward, “We re-activate my analytical engine,” his voice clanked, “with a thinking machine unleashed the elves will soon be-“

“Quick question,” Richard said, annoyed, “is this the same analytical engine that promised to destroy all life the last time we turned it on?”

The clockwork man’s electric eyes blinked a moment, “W-Well your majesty, if you think about it, the elves definitely fall under the umbrella of all life-“

He gasped suddenly, feeling the invisible giant fingers of General Thessalia toying with the voodoo doll, this is the fourth time today! He thought angrily, feeling the wetness as she popped it into her mouth. He felt a tongue longer than his body slide over his front, and he tensed and tried to keep himself composed as he dismissed his advisors.

It wasn’t a moment too soon, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto his desk as the general worked him to orgasm once again through the voodoo doll, no doubt laughing to herself miles away. 

Later, and in a new pair of pants, he paced his room, trying to think of any way to stop the general from reaching the capital. 

“Enough of this,” he muttered, grabbing a crystal ball from the corner of his desk. “Father,” he called to the swirling mists.

“Yes Richard?” the aged king muttered, appearing within.

“I don’t think we can stop the elves militarily, have the priests succeeded in contacting the gods yet?”

The king sighed, “The gods do not answer,” he said quietly, “no one can say why…

…

In the heavenly realm Asyn shouted excitedly as she downed another cup of ale, “This party is tits!” she shouted, and with a roar the other gods agreed. At her bare breast, a tiny Jerome held on to her nipple for dear life as she swayed in time to the music, performing an erotic yet elegant dance.  Her divine audience cheered as she dazzled them with her movements and skill.  Even among the gods, Asyn was a bit of a perfectionist.  That, combined with her vanity, meant that she excelled in whatever she did, sticking to it until it was simply amazing.  That included throwing parties, like the one going on right now.

Among the audience, a certain goddess stepped forward and joined her, dancing with equal elegance.

“Beautiful Asyn! It’s been far too long since we’ve had one of your famous parties” the goddess, Eleanor, said.

Asyn shifted her dancing and the two circled each other in perfect synchronization, their conversation not slowing them in the slightest.  She looked at Eleanor’s kind face adorned with a teasing smile, her flowing reddish brown hair, her curvy body dressed in what amounted to ribbons of decorative cloth, and a prodigious chest that rivaled Asyn’s own. Some of Eleanor’s ribbons trailed behind her movements similar to the glittery starlight trailing behind Asyn’s movements, giving a beautiful show to all witnesses.

“Eleanor!” Asyn exclaimed, smiling at her friend, “Always good to see you! I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“The last party you hosted lasted over 800 years and left most passed out. Definitely an unforgettable experience.“ Her golden brown eyes lowered to Asyn’s chest, “And it seems you’ve picked up some interesting accessories since last time too.”

Asyn’s eyes went wide as she saw the other goddess’s grin, “Oh my god!” she called drunkenly, “Are you referring to this little guy!?” She pointed at her nipple, where Jerome had managed to climb back onto her breast with a grunt, “I love him!” Asyn said excitedly, “this little guy is awesome!”

Eleanor looked at Jerome as he clung to Asyn’s nipple while her breast bounced and swung, “Oh my… He has quite the grip! How very admirable!” she said, amused by his situation.

“Uh, thanks?” he asked skeptically.

Eleanor matched her gaze with Asyn’s and drew closer, giggling as Jerome was sandwiched between their breasts.  Their joint dance slowed into something more intimate as she looked at the drunk elven goddess, “You know, when I first made humans, I did it for the fun of it.  And because I felt like being pampered a little.  I had no idea they would grow as much as they did.”

Asyn blinked in surprise, “Oh wow,” slowly she grinned, “That’s surprising.  Everyone else used humans as a template for making their own races, including me with my elves, so finding out you made them on a whim is kind of interesting.”

“Not at all,” Eleanor responded, “What’s interesting is the variety of what everyone else made. Fairies, Lamia, Dragonfolk, to name a few, and your wonderful elves of course.”

“Thank you!” Asyn beamed, clearly pleased by the praise, “You know I had to get them juuust right, that’s why I took longer than the others.”

“Indeed. They are very beautiful, just like their creator.” Eleanor brought her head closer to Asyn as she said that and wrapped her arms around her. “I’d love to get to know that creator better.”

Asyn’s smile broadened with excitement. “Okay!” She turned to the crowd of partying gods, “Keep the music and booze going guys, I’m going upstairs with my new friend!”

Lustful catcalls and whistles followed and Eleanor blushed, following behind the elven goddess.

Asyn pulled the other goddess into her bedchamber, gripping Jerome in her hands as she pulled Eleanor to the bed.  Eleanor lay on her back and looked up with lust at the golden haired elven deity, which Asyn returned while crawling into the bed on top of her.

Asyn locked her in a kiss, giving Jerome a view of the giant action from his place on her palm. He gulped, feeling oddly conflicted at seeing the elven goddess making out with his own race’s creator.

Eleanor gasped as Asyn broke the kiss, her eyes wide, “Amazing” she breathed.

“Humans, umf,” Asyn groaned, tracing her free finger over Eleanor’s rounded ear, “you did such a good job with them.”

Eleanor licked her lips, leaning into Asyn’s embrace, “It is nice to be appreciated…”

“I do like them at a different size though,” the elven goddess laughed, holding Jerome up to Eleanor’s face.

“It’s been wild!” he said with a grin.

“You… like being like this?” Eleanor asked curiously.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Jerome asked, confused.

“Wanna try?” Asyn whispered in the other goddess’s ear. Eleanor squeaked as Asyn’s hand slipped inside of her top, squeezing her breast and flicking her nipple gently.

“I guess I should,” she gasped as Asyn teased her, “Admittedly I’ve never done it with such a size difference… but if you say so.”

Asyn snapped her fingers, and Eleanor started as a large wine glass appeared in her own hand, “Get a little courage in you, and let’s see where the night goes!”

Eleanor gulped, and then took a long drink of the wine, gasping as she drained it in a single go. Her face was already flushed, and she smiled warmly at the elf goddess.

“I-If we’re going to do this,” she said, her voice already starting to slur, “w-we need to do all the things you’ve-“

“Yeah, yeah, all the things I’ve gotten up to with Jerome here,” Asyn laughed, “if you want me to lend him to you for a century you’ve got it!” She snapped her fingers again, and Eleanor’s wine glass instantly refilled, “you’re pretty fun Ellie, why don’t we ever hang out?”

“A-Asyn,” she stammered as Asyn pinched her nipple.

…

Jerome was crushed between the two gigantic women’s tits as they rolled on the bed, drunkenly making out around him. The soft embrace of two pairs of breasts was heavenly, and he could barely believe his luck as he tumbled out, smiling onto the bed beside them.

“Okay Ellie,” Asyn grinned, “I think it’s time for you to go all the way…” She grinned at Jerome, “ready to please your goddess?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jerome groaned.

She reached for him and brought him up to Eleanor’s breasts.  The creator of humanity let out a groan of happiness as the elven goddess traced the shrunken human in slow circles over her hardening nipples. Eleanor squealed in a mix of arousal and excitement and Asyn started tracing the hand holding her toy lower, giving the tiny man a good preview of just where he was going as she dipped her hand into Eleonor’s panties. Asyn bit her lip as she slowly forced Jerome into Eleanor’s love canal, causing her to squirm, then groan as the struggles began to send waves of pleasure over her.

“Oh… man,” she chuckled, “this chick is great, we’re definitely hanging out with her more!”

…

Eleanor looked up at Asyn, eyes wide as she and Jerome stood between the vast walls of the elven goddess’s outstretched legs. As a goddess this was a new feeling, a wondrous feeling of awe and lust mixing within her as the enormous elven woman smirked triumphantly.

“See? Humans love being small,” she taunted, “you’re their goddess after all, so they naturally take after you!”

“Y-Yeah,” Eleanor gulped.

Her hand came down behind the two, gently scooting them towards her waiting pussy, spreading her lips open with her free hand and giving humanity’s goddess a look at the glistening tunnel that was about to consume her.

“Now get closer,” Asyn ordered, her eyes gleaming as she felt her arousal peak. Not wanting to wait for them, she pinched the pair together using her thumb and forefinger, causing Eleanor to throw her arms around Jerome with a gasp.

The pair of tiny humans were squeezed tightly against one another’s bodies as Asyn forced them within herself, the moist walls of her pussy gripping them as her fingers pushed them further into the warm darkness of her womanhood. Jerome felt his manhood slide into Eleanor, and the two of them gasped as their hips rocked against one another. 

“Oh, that’s just perfect,” Asyn growled, feeling the motions of their lovemaking stimulating her most sensitive places. She slowly fingered herself, gasping as the tiny couple worked their way deeper into her, bringing her closer to climax with each thrust. 

Inside of her the air was so thick with the smell of Asyn’s juices that it was hard for Jerome and Eleanor to breathe. The smell, the taste, of Asyn’s pussy was ever present, a thick musky aroma that clung to both of them as the fleshy walls began to tremble.

Jerome and Eleanor cried out together as the vibrations brought both of them over the brink, and their own movements sent Asyn into climax with them, shouting as she threw her head back, relishing the sensation of the tiny pair of humans deep within her. 

“Fuck that was good,” Asyn drawled happily. There was a shimmer next to her, and Eleanor appeared at her side in the bed, grinning and still covered in her juices. 

“You certainly chose well with Jerome there,” she chuckled, glancing down at Asyn’s slit. She cupped her hand over it playfully, pushing the squirming man back inside the other goddess just as his head poked out. “It’s too bad he doesn’t have divine powers to teleport himself out,” she said with a teasing wink. 

Asyn shivered, pulling closer to the other goddess as they giggled together over the tiny man’s entrapment. 

Eleanor looked up a moment, distracted, “What’s wrong?” Asyn asked sleepily.

“Oh, another call from my creations,” she grumbled, “I don’t want to go all the way down there, so I just did a quick check for demons and natural disasters. I did notice a lot of them seem to be thinking about elves lately, they probably just wanted to bless their new friends or something.”

“Yeah,” Asyn yawned, “that sounds like something my creations would do…”

The pair fell asleep in each other’s arms, Jerome still trapped in Asyn’s warm pussy.