“Three Cheers for this year's harvest!” The sound of raucous laughter and tankards hitting the table drowned out whoever was calling for a toast, “and three more cheers for an even better harvest to come!”

Hardy laughter and lively music filled the halls of the Greenvale’s castle as a night of partying had just begun. A pair of hardy-looking ruffians stood at the head of the table, each one glaring at the other. It may not have been apparent with how they looked covered in snow and grime, but under that layer of a day’s work out in the snow were the viasges of kings. One was a hardy-looking, grizzled badger whose sly smile could’ve fooled anyone, and the other was a beaver with a fire in their eyes. Their steely gazes were locked, each one not even relenting, even when they both raised their tankards and guzzled their ales down in one big gulp.

Their tankards hit the table that threatened to break it, all while continuing to stare each other down. There was a tension in the air that was only broken once both kings belched loudly in unison, no less. The tension was replaced once more by the mirth of party and merriment as the two kings’ faces went back to those of two best friends enjoying a rowdy night out.

“Aye, Brockhard, ya old badger, didn’t think you could still drink as much as we used to.” The beaver was the first to stand, this being the first meeting with his friend in who knows how long. “Who knew even with some gray in your hair you’d still be able to drink the town drunkard under the table”

The pair of kings have been good friends for most of their lives at this point, even before taking their respective stations at the head of their states. Both were self-made men of well-renown, grizzled and seasoned warriors who rose through the ranks and now lead their own men into battle. The talk of battle, however, is lost as today is a day of celebration of harvest and thanks to the earth for giving both their kingdoms a bountiful harvest to face the winter to come.

“Aye, I hadn’t changed, but you sure did.” The badger king was no stranger to japes, especially when it came to his friend slash rival. “What’s with the belly? Had you not been a man, I would’ve guessed yer pregnant and ready to burst!”

The two head off to get more food and ale with an arm wrapped around the other. With their rugged looks and large frames, they nary seemed out of place in a banquet hall full of ale, mead, and warriors to drink them. The same however, could not be said of the court mage now sitting by himself tending to a long tankard of mead. Quiet, meek, and as still as the spirit in his hand, Danny was not having as much fun as his lord was.

Danny was the recently assigned court mage for the kingdom of Greenvale. He was often boisterous and loud compared to other mages, but when put in a room with even louder and rougher ilk, he felt like a child waiting to be heard. He quietly sipped his mead as he continued to eye the crowd of knights roughhousing and drinking. His night would’ve gone on like this had he not seen one of the said knights now hastily approaching him with a barrel full of ale hoisted on one of his shoulders.

“Oi, and what’re you doing o’er here sulking around?” The knight who now began to drag Danny back to their table was none other than the needle knight Kirk himself, a porcupine of less prickly demeanor. “I thought the court mage would’ve wanted to be the talk of the town with how you’ve helped our farmers this harvest.”

Danny was no match for the knight’s robust strength, something he had been well aware of when they first met. The prickly knight hoisted Danny off his feet into an impromptu bear hug, or porcupine hug in this case, the first time they met. Danny may have been on the short side, but he was a bit of a heavyset fellow. The lack of effort it took to hoist him off the ground was something that only a knight of Kirk’s renown could do; pulling Dannyu was no different and was no harder.

“We all had a hand in helping the harvest.” Danny tried to pull himself away, but all he did was spill his tankard as he was merrily pulled in tow by the knight. “And to be honest, the farmers did most of the work.”

In truth, Danny indeed just saw an apparent lack of organization. After taking stock of all the farms in the kingdom’s domain, getting into contact with them was the hard part. Proper agriculture requires time and learning. Teaching what he knew of basic botany seemed to have helped liven up the horticultural and agricultural scene in Greenvale. Danny was fortunate that he still remembered those lessons well enough to impart them to the local farmers, thereby boosting their crops and efficiency.

“Oh, don’t be so modest, Danny.” Another needle knight went up to Danny, only to give him a hearty pat on the back; this knight was none other than Kirk’s brother, Matthias the mouse. “I heard without your organizational skills or whatever they called it, we wouldn’t have been able to get all the farms up to standard.”

They both grew up together, wanting to join the knighthood. They joined Greenvale’s order a bit before Danny and, as such, were more accustomed to the kingdom’s traditions. Danny was still a new face, and they wanted to get to know him better. The feast not only provided a great opportunity for conversation, but it also gave them the chance to hear Danny out without the shield of his sober demeanor.

“I just did my job as the king’s advisor” Danny looked at his half empty tankard, a blush spreading a cross his face, though it was hidden behind the wide brim of his hat, almost every knight at the table could tell Danny was beginning to enjoy the attention “It wasn’t my fault the kingdom lacked an efficient system for agriculture”

Danny took another swig of his ale, drinking it all in one hearty gulp. As the knights were well-accustomed to drinking at the end of a hard day's work, this would’ve been the first in a long time since Danny had a drop of alcohol. A certain heat began to spread from his throat down to his chest as he downed the ale. The warmth was sweet and alluring, as if lulling Danny into a calmness that was unknown to him for some time as the court mage. Maybe a drink with the knights was just what he was looking for.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kirk leaned in close to Danny, only to replace his now-empty tankard with one filled with freshly drawn ale, foam still dripping off its side. “You’re so good with all that boring stuff, you barely do any magic anymore.”

When Danny first arrived, they almost never saw him not using magic for any mundane task. Opening doors, opening cupboards, even just carrying stuff; Danny was using magic for everything. Slowly, however, he stopped; none of the knights questioned it, though now they haven’t seen him use his magic for anything. Had he not been wearing the robes fitting his station, none of them would’ve even thought he was their kingdom’s court mage.

“I still do some magic, just not as much.” Danny choked on his ale as he tried to eke out a reply without sounding panicked, “I don’t think my work requires it much.”

Magic, the basic skill required to become a courtmage. A certain aptitude in the subject was often expected of anyone seeking to take up the mantle, as well as the knowledge and skills required to work effectively under pressure as an advisor. Danny however did have the skills to become a court mage; they were, incidentally, not the requirements. In truth, what everyone thought was a wizard was just a sorcerer who managed to barely pass. With a quick mind and even quicker wits, Danny was able to become a court mage with little use of his magic and more of his mind.

“Oh, noble court mage,” Another knight called out from the table, an air of  condescension palpable in his words, “Care to share some magic with these humble knights?”

Danny squinted in the knight’s direction, unsure of who exactly was calling out to him. He took another swig of his ale, not wanting to even acknowledge the jape. Tonight was a night of festivity, and he was not going to ruin it for the enjoyment of some random knight. Though deep inside of Danny, he did want to do some magic to show off; he just wanted to do it on his terms.

“I don’t know, I don’t think magic should be used for something so trivial.” A snide smile spread across Danny’s face as he finally looked up from his ale. “I don’t really tend to do tricks on command.”

Danny, in this moment, imagined himself to be a suave mage standing his ground, but in truth, the scene was far different than how he thought. Sweating and red-faced, the brown bunny fox was not used to the alcohol, and it was showing. His words were sluggish and slurring, but just enough that everyone could still understand him. With how he acted, he was now drunk, and the knights knew all too well what to do with a drunken fellow.

“C’mon, it isn’t so trivial, think of it as just another demonstration.” One of the knights cleared the table and set up a stool ready for Danny to stand on. “We all just wanna see what they taught you back in wherever it is they got you from.”

Danny eyed the knights, seeing their faces as faces wanting to see him, filled him with a sense of pride. The alcohol was doing its work, and he was starting to lose his inhibitions. In his mind, putting on a show was starting to sound like the logical and fun thing to do. And what was a little show of magic amongst friends after all?

“Oh, what the hell!?” Danny took another ale-filled tankard and downed its contents before proceeding to approach the impromptu stage now set up for him. “You all want a show? I’ll give you all a show!”

With a huff and with an apparent wanton unseen from the court mage, he threw his tankard on the floor before attempting to stand on the impromptu stage. Getting up on the stage with his now drunken demeanor was harder than he expected, so much so that Danny got a helping hand or two groping his ass just to push him up on the stage. Danny couldn't help but yelp and hiccup in response, not giving it much thought.

“Looks like our plump little mage finally got the courage.” One of the knights who gave Danny a playful pinch earlier bowed in teasing reverence. The knight was a bit drunk already, but he was sure he didn’t feel a loincloth of any kind under the court mage’s robes. “Give us a fine show, oh great Danny!”

Without missing a beat, Danny began his show. It started with a chant, then light began to pour forth from his focus held tightly in his hand, and then came the wind. The wind was nothing more than a breeze at first, then it became the kind that whipped at your face when standing atop the castle’s parapets. All heads turned towards Danny as his chanting became louder and louder. As heads turned and drunken eyes focused on he court mage, the winds grew stronger, and Danny’s focus went all into this spell that was sure to wow the crowd, that is, until his own magical wind blew under his robe, forcing it over his head.

“Didn’t know mages carried staves that small,” a drunken voice called out from the crowd at Danny’s feet, one of the first to notice Danny’s lack of underwear was the first to notice his underendowment. “Or is it just a you thing, Danny?”

Raucous laughter erupted once more from the banquet hall as almost everyone who was there caught a glimpse of Danny’s lack of undergarments and his lack of size. Danny’s chanting slowly died down as his focus was torn. The laughing didn’t help either, as it only diminished his focus to a size akin to his already minute cock.

“Shaddup! I’m not small!” Danny immediately pushed down on his billowing robes in an attempt to cover his shame, though it was a bit too late with how everyone had already seen the mage’s little staff. “Stop it!”
Another set of metal-clad hands went and flipped the back of Danny’s robes, revealing his plump ass to the other side of the crowd. Almost all of the knights in the hall had surrounded the table on which Danny was standing. Be it his goal or his bane, Danny was now the center of attention, or more accurately, everyone was focused on Danny’s little worm.

“Don’t worry, court mage, your little show really put a pep in our step,” Matthias spoke up, emphasizing little as he proceeded to grope the front of his trousers with his free hand. “If you want, we can return the favor. I know a few of my knights are willing to show you a real cock or two if you’d want”

Out of the corner of Danny’s eyes, he could see several knights pulling down their trousers, showing off their cocks. With their own inhibitions gone, liquid courage gave them enough strength to flash the court mage. Danny felt flushed as soon as he saw how those cocks seemed to dwarf his own member, even if they were out of focus. A warmth spread from Danny’s gut, though this time it wasn’t the alcohol; it was the kind of warmth Danny hadn’t felt since his last wild magic surge. This was Danny’s cue to get out of here, and the crowd around the table provided the bunny-fox little means of escape.

As Danny held down the back of his robes, this left the front free once more for the knights to play with. They didn’t waste time and proceeded to flip up Danny’s robe once more, giving themselves a prime view of Danny’s member. This time, the crowd was laughing even harder, and Danny could only look in puzzlement as he tried to lower his robes once more.

“Oh gods, the little worm is standing up.” One of the knights who fished out their cock fell hard on his ass from laughing at the sight that was their once diligent court mage now sporting a stiffy under his robes. “He’s hard!”

Sure enough, Danny felt his face go beet red. He felt around the front of his robe only to feel a stiff little prick standing between his legs. The alcohol was getting to him, and he was hard without even noticing. He blamed the alcohol, yet deep in his heart, he was enjoying this, enjoying being the center of attention and putting on a show for a room of hot, seasoned knights.

As ruffled as Danny was, his spell was yet to be stifled. With the loss of concentration, the surge of wild magic he was hoping to become a light show backfired. In truth, there was a bright light emanating from where Danny stood, but that's about where the light show ended. The wild magic surged in Danny’s body, letting everyone in the room know of one of the mage’s magic’s unwanted side effects.

Where once stood the portly court mage was a rather young-looking bunny fox of a similar demeanor. Sniffling and shivering, the young’un’s identity would’ve been a mystery to everyone had they not been clad in the court mage’s enchanted robes. With how disheveled and pathetic the court mage looked now, the entire baquet hall erupted in even more raucous laughter. Danny felt tears well up in his eyes, be it from their teasing or his newfound infantile form.

“Is that you, Danny?” One of the needle knights went up to the disheveled regressed mage, even going so far as to raise the robes bit to get a better look at the mage’s newfound form. “Guess you’ve got a body to match that little cocklet of yours now, eh?”

Danny tried to back away, only to slip on his own robes and fall flat on his ass. The sudden motion left him loose and panicky. His body had been full of alcohol, and no amount of magic was going to change that; as small as he was now, his body reacted in the only way that it could to ingesting such large amounts of liquids in such a short amount of time. In short, the court mage had pissed himself.

“Oh, the gods, he pissed himself.” The knight closest to the table was the first to notice the puddle of warm piss that began to pool where Danny had fallen. The wooden table was less than happy to be an impromptu urinal, but the knights were sure getting a kick out of it. “He actually pissed himself, he really is a baby now, ain’t he?”

Danny struggled to stand in his own robes, that is, until a few helping hands helped him to his feet. Some of the knights went ahead and got Danny back on his feet; some were even kind enough to remove the piss-stained robes that adorned him. Danny now may have been able to move about in his new form without his oversized clothes to hinder him, though that did mean he was left naked in front of his peers.

“I am not a baby!” Danny’s voice came out a bit high-pitched pitched but he made his point across; he was still the same court mage, just now a bit cuter and more pocket-sized. “It… This is just a side effect of my magic, and I think maybe doing it drunk didn’t help either.”

Countless eyes scanned Danny’s new form, and the court mage knew this. With a blush on his face, he moved his hands to cover up what little shame he had left. The sight of numerous knights looking down on him with jeering smiles made Danny realize just how powerless he was. As much as he hated it, however, a certain tingling in his nethers meant he was enjoying this; he just hoped these knights would let up and let him get back to his room.

“Aw, Danny, I knew you were hung like a cub before, but now this just proves it.” Matthias leaned in close to Danny, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear, then, without warning, hoisted Danny by the armpits high above his head. With his arms flailing about, everyone got a good glimpse of the pecker in question.  “Your pecker barely changed, unlike the rest of you that is!”

In truth, he was right; Danny was indeed hung like a pre-pubescent cub. No matter what age he turned into, there was barely any change in the manhood department. This was one of the things Danny first noticed when he changed back in his school days. Magic can only do so much in that regard, and Danny was well-read on the subject for personal reasons.

“Stahp it, put me down!” Danny spoke like a kid being scolded on the verge of a tantrum, his voice cracked with every other word, a sign of how much strain he was putting on his pipes. “As court mage, I demand you put me down!”

Matthias did indeed put him down, back on the table that was now cleaned of the court mage’s piss. Back on his stage, Danny felt all the more embarrassed. Everyone may have been drunk and or in the process of getting there, but this was surely something to be remembered. This was going ot be the kind of story they would bring up whenever they had the chance to. Danny was going to have a hard time living this down.

“As court mage, eh? I don’t see our court mage here anywhere.” Kirk spoke up from the crowd, eliciting more cheers and laughter from those currently in attendance. “All I see is a cute cub who wandered into a banquet hall.”