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Fucking Fairies

(CW: smut, like a lot)

(Done as a comm for @GiantTfw on Twitter)

“Well, that was an easy quest!” said Adrian, his blonde hair dampened with the sweat of another hot day at the magical forest. The young hero had been tasked to retrieve a necklace for a woman back in town, just one of the many ordinary adventures you would expect to have before getting better armor and gear to fight stronger enemies and face more perilous quests.

The necklace in question, however, was a bit more difficult to get than Adrian admitted. The damned thing was in a cave relatively deep in the forest. It took him a full day just to get to it. He had to fight a bear, the usual stuff, not even a magical bear for the matter. But he just didn’t have it in himself to stroll through this place another full day just to get some coin from that woman.

He just wanted to get out of the magical forest quickly.

The road is there for some reason. Those were the words that echoed in his mind as he decided to take a little shortcut through the trees, away from the road. The words belonged to that innkeeper. He forgot his name. But there was a look of a mix of respect and fear in his eyes as he said that. Adrian wondered why. The place outside the road seemed inoffensive.

He was casually walking through the place. He felt a strange shimmer in the air here, and felt slightly unwelcome, but there was nothing to worry about in his head. This part of the woods seemed… tranquil, peaceful, as if watched over by-

He now knew exactly what was watching over them.

She was quick as a thunderbolt. A fairy of short white hair, yellow eyes and tanned skin, (which reflected regular work outdoors), appeared suddenly in front of him. The fairy was dressed in a functional forest ranger attire that he had seen on elves and humans alike, but this was a miniaturized version of it, adapted to her dragonfly-like wings. There was the leather armor and the green cloak. But the sword that was being pointed to him was more like a needle.

“Halt human!” she commanded.

Adrian flinched, it was only natural, he was startled at first. But once his more rational side took over he realized he was being threatened by a finger sized nuisance, pointing a sewing tool to his face.

Adrian ignored her command, and walked past her. To her dumbfounded expression.

“I said HALT!” the fairy insisted, flying towards Adrian’s face again.

“Look, miss, I just need to get past this section of the fore-”

“This section of the forest belongs to the Fae, you may not cross”

“It’s just a small section in between roads miss…”

“Does it look like we need a lot of space?”

“Now that you mention-”

“ENOUGH human!” The fairy said, cutting him up again. “This is your final warning, turn back NOW!”

Adrian didn’t take the threat seriously. And he walked past her again. From behind him, he heard the fairy sigh deeply, and then calling “to me sisters!”

He didn’t have enough time to process what that meant. His head bumped straight into another fairy. 

This one of long red hair and the same yellow eyes of the one before. Her wings a beautiful display of the wonders of the Fae, of intricate colors and shape. Very distinct to the functional dragonfly wings of the other fairy. She was also not wearing a forest ranger uniform at all. She was wearing something that could only be described as an attire he had seen on courtesans and dancers back in town, with a lot of exposed skin that left little to the imagination.

“Hello little human! Are you my new toy?” She said.

“Wha-” Adrian didn’t have time to respond properly, as his attention immediately went to the third fairy emerging from the woods. She was wearing a robe that reminded him of a scholar, and wore glasses that were thick enough to almost hide her yellow eyes, the same as the other two. Her wings were butterfly-like, not as precious as the red haired one, but definitely more on the fashionable side than the ranger with the needle sword.

“I hope this is important, Lilly, I was watching a fascinating ant colony back there” the blue haired one said in monotone, addressing the white haired one, Lilly.

“Of course it’s important Violet!” she said, irritated. “This idiot is trespassing!”

“Who cares?” she said “Let Rose have her fun with him and let me go back to my ant colony, it’s way more fun than bothering another would-be hero like him…”

Adrian was a little baffled. He genuinely thought for a second they would treat this situation a little more seriously. But as he was getting ready to just keep on walking, the one named Rose detained him by swiftly getting in front of his face.

“Aw, don’t leave, little toy, you haven’t let me have my fun yet…” she said.

He had to hide a blush.

But the argument from behind him stopped. The three yellow eyed fairies stood in front of him, blocking his path.

But then again, they’re just fairies.

“Look, ladies, I’m just passing by and-”

“You were warned” said Lilly

“As I said I was just passing by and-”

“The law of the Fae must be upheld… I suppose” said Violet

“I know you have your codes of honor and all that but-”

“You’re seriously ignoring me!?” said Rose, probably genuinely hurt that the human wasn’t falling for her charms.

“Alright, seriously, out of my way” Adrian said, fed up with all this Fae bullshit.

“Ohhh, you must be feeling all big and strong threatening us little fairies!” Said Rose, mocking him. “Quite a brave hero!”

Adrian drew his sword. To the shocked face of Lilly, the bright interest of Rose, and the cold indifference of Violet. At this point, Lilly’s experienced years as a forest ranger allowed her to act quickly in the presence of danger from big people. Elves, Humans, Half-foots, all had their countermeasures. As soon as Adrian had finished drawing his sword, Lilly had drawn a wand from her belt, and whispered a few words.

Adrian was getting ready to engage them. But as he was about to say ‘Final warning’ he noticed he couldn’t move his mouth, nor the arm holding the sword. He had been paralyzed. Lilly casted a paralyzing spell on him. 

“Ha ha ha!” laughed Rose, wiping a tear from her eye “you seriously thought you stood a chance against us?”

“A fucking paralyzing spell Lilly?” said an annoyed Violet. “I was in the middle of disintegrating him!”

She was being serious. Adrian noticed the faint lightning bolts coming from her fingertips, they would have certainty formed a powerful beam of energy that would have zapped him out of existence in a flash. He wouldn’t have seen it coming.

Rose was right, there was no way he would have won against them.

“Come on, the offense isn’t bad enough to vaporize him, sis!” said Lilly.

“But I wanted to see if he turned to ashes or if he exploded!” said an annoyed Violet “I’ve never had the chance to test the spell on a human!”

“Shut up! You had your chance with that elf some moons ago and he turned into an ash cloud! You know exactly what happens!”

“Humans might be different!”

As Lilly and Violet yelled at each other, Rose quickly snapped the wand out of her sister’s hand. The petty argument between the two was so heated that Lilly quite literally didn’t notice this happening.

With a giggle, Rose waved the wand around, quickly stripping Adrian completely naked, his pieces of silver armor scattered across the forest. All without Adrian being able to do anything about it.

The red haired fairy waved her sister’s hand around again, causing Adrian to fall on his back. arms and legs extended. She then landed on his bare chest. While Lilly wore combat boots and Violet some fancy shoes, Adrian noticed Rose was completely barefoot. The sensation of the little toes in his chest was utterly alien and new to him. And it was made terrifying by the fact that he was completely paralyzed. 

“Hm? What’s wrong, my little toy? Oh the paralyzing spell isn’t it!” Said Rose, gently walking around his naked chest. “If it were up to me I would lift it… at least just the mouth… I just looove listening to you human boys squeak and moan…”

If Adrian could have bit his lower lip he would have by now.

Rose was now dancing across his chest. A beautiful, alluring movement. Adrian would have enjoyed it a lot if it wasn’t for the fact that he was, well, completely paralyzed.

“Oh but don’t fret, little toy!” Said Rose almost as if reading his mind “The paralysis isn’t total, after all you would have suffocated to death some minutes ago wouldn’t you? I don’t bother with the intricacies of it… but I want to check something…”

She gently strolled to one of Adrian’s nipples. The boy silently praying that she would not do what she so obviously wanted to do.

Rose began stroking it. The small touch of her little hands was, for some reason, overly stimulating to Adrian. His breath began to accelerate. And his eyes, the one part that could still move, tried to look away from Rose.

“Ah… feels good right?” she said, Adrian still looking away. But the next sensation made him close his eyes and start sweating. Rose began to gently kiss and bite his hard nipple. She was clearly an expert on this. Adrian could tell.

Clearly amused by Arian being incapable to resist, she flew to his ear, and whispered softly to him“if you promise to be a good boy and *not* make any noises, I’ll let you leave unharmed, okay?”

Adrian noticed that the spell binding his tongue and mouth dissipated with a few movements from the wand in Rose’s hand. A thought came flashing by. That of calling for help. But he remembered that figuratively speaking he was in the fairies’ hands. Interrupting the ongoing argument between the two sisters who still hadn’t noticed his situation didn’t guarantee his safety. Violet could still disintegrate him with a few hand gestures and some words in an ancient language.

A few seconds passed and he noticed small, diminutive hands gently grasping his dick, gentler than anything he has ever felt before and yet still Rose felt like a complete professional in this matter. His mouth now free. He had to bite down hard on his lips not to make any noises. Putting all of his faith on Rose’s promise.

But then, suddenly, he feels her legs curling around his cock, and then her whole body mounting it, moving up and down. It was heavenly. And  it’s too much to bear.

He starts biting his tongue, almost to the point of bleeding. But Adrian couldn’t  keep it in himself any longer and he moaned loudly as he shoots a missile of  his cum, which is swiftly dogged by Rose, and landed on his abdomen.

Adrian’s moaning is loud enough that it causes Lilly’s and Violet’s argument to end.

Violet’s face was hiding a malicious giggle, but Lilly was horrified. Swift as the wind and coming to her senses, Violet flew to her sister down in Adrian’s crotch.

“I can’t believe how GROSS you can be you fucking…” she said, biting her tongue at the end, not wanting to say a fairy slur to her sister and taking the wand away from her. 

Rose was of course not even mad at this “Oh Vi, come on, I just wanted to have fun!” she said with a shit eating grin.

Still, Adrian saw that this one was the more mature and less prone to any mood swing from among the trio. He placed his hopes on her.

“You…” Adrian said “Miss Violet right?”

The most he got was a half interested ‘hm?’

“Miss Violet please, you’re clearly the voice of reason among your beautiful sisters, I just wanted to say that-”

“Why did you have to make him speak again?” Violet asked Rose, ignoring Adrian completely.

“Miss… Lady Violet, if you can find it in your heart to forgive my-” Adrian couldn’t finish the sentence. He was paralyzed again. Violet had motioned the wand to do so.

“Oh by the Archfey, your sounds and noises annoy me” she said.

Still seeing him naked, powerless and on the ground sparked Violet’s curiosity. She never had the opportunity to get this close to a healthy, young human male. Elves she had studied a plenty and Half Foots and Dwarves didn’t pique her interest like humans did. Humans were somewhat special. They were like a mix of Dwarf and Elf. Tall, inclined to the ways of magic in some cases, and yet gross and unrefined creatures. 

Like this specimen in front of her right now. An adventurer. Lowest of the low in the chain of respect she had for humans. Mages and scholars she respected. Saw in them something almost like kinship, she respected their curiosity, their intelligence, the overall sense of tranquility they gave.

On the opposite side of the spectrum were adventurers.

Violet flew around Adrian, the powerless guy on the ground. Scanning him. He was pretty, although she wouldn’t say it out loud, especially in front of his sisters. Good musculature, and he had the sweet smell of sweat she secretly found so attractive in men of every race. But that was the extent of the good things she could say about him.

Adrian was also one of those filthy ‘fetch me this’ lowlifes, like a dog. Adventurers were always selfish, self serving creatures. Always entering caves and temples and dungeons and in this case the Magical Forest in search of, in the worst case, treasure that some other filthy guy in some filthy tavern is looking for but won’t go to grab it himself and in the best case, magical secrets they don’t themselves understand, for people more learned than themselves who didn’t have the time, patience, of felt that the work of scavenging around was undignified.

Violet let a small smile show in her face, a half smile at best, smug and with an odious air of superiority from Adrian’s perspective. She waved the wand and he could feel his tongue and mouth move again. 

“Thank you… oh thank you Miss Violet I-” started Adrian before being cut off by Violet.

“Shut up, I find your voice annoying and I want to keep it to a minimum here, are we clear?”

“C-clear, Miss” said Adrian.

“Good. What’s your name, human?”

“Adrian, Miss”

“Age?”

“Twenty three winters, Miss…”

“Winters? You don’t know about the calendar year? Ugh, severely lacking in the education department, human…”

“I’m sorry, Miss, c-can you please let me-”

“Shh!” Violet commanded.

Rose was watching from a distance, entertained. Lilly, on the other hand, flew to Violet’s sister’s side.

“Alright, sis, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Conducting research, Lilly, here we have a fine specimen, I haven’t written that much on humans” she said, producing a small notebook and a quill. The two artifacts were suspended in air. They moved on their own.

“Research log number three hundred forty one, subject: human male” She said, and as if commanded by her voice alone the quill took notes on the open notebook. Lilly sighed and flew away, letting her sister have her moment.

“Description: Blonde hair and blue eyes, pale skin, athletic complexion… hmm” she interrupted her self.

“Adrian, dear, can you read words and numbers?” she asked, almost in a caring tone.

“Y-yes Miss Violet…” answered Adrian, a little humiliated in the fact that that was even a question.

“Average education” noted Violet, and the quill responded.

Rose flew to Adrian’s ear.

“Hey, don’t be scared, she’s not going to vivisect you like the others” she reassured him. A statement that completely backfired. Vivisection was a thing Violet even considered!? Adrian started to get nervous.

“Subject apprehended during trespass in forbidden sections of the Forest by my elder sister” Violet continued as she filled the log. “Then… humiliated by my younger sister” She said, struggling to find the words for it.

“Subject name: Adrian. Beginning physical exam”

“Physical wha-” began Adrian, but suddenly he felt his whole world moving. He was standing again. Violet moved the wand to make it so. He stood up so quickly that he actually got dizzy, and felt his heart struggling to get blood flowing on the brain again.

“Alright, this part is going to be a bit uncomfortable” said Violet, putting some gloves on.

“What are you-” he couldn’t finish that sentence, as he felt the strangest of touches. Violet was poking his balls.

“Testicles in good condition…” she noted

Adrian bit his tongue, he felt that protesting and complaining would only get him on a more serious situation.

“Boy, help me with this one would you?” said Violet moving the wand again. Causing Adrian to grab the semen stuck to his belly. He felt gross and embarrassed beyond belief. The sticky liquid between his fingers was still warm.

“How would you describe its consistency?” asked Violet “Be thorough, I’m not touching that”

“I-I-I-It’s…” tried to say Adrian, stumbling upon his words, causing Rose to burst out laughing, Violet to giggle softly and Lilly to sigh disappointedly.

“Come on, it’s not like you haven’t touched it before” said Violet.

“It’s warm… sticky… gelatinous…”

The quill responded by noting those words.

“And… how does it taste?” Asked Violet.

Adrian dreaded what would happen, he felt his hand again moving on its own and his mouth opening without him willing it to do so. He closed his eyes. But the load was already on his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but Violet controlled every movement he made, even the intricate movements of his own mouth. The substance flowed from cheek to cheek, from under his tongue and through his palette until he finally swallowed. He wanted to cry.

“Describe it” commanded Violet.

Adrian breathed in deeply and held his humiliating tears. “S-salty… with a mucous texture…”

“Very good, very good” Said Violet, fascinated.

“Is… is this enough Miss-”

“Silence boy, we’re not done with the physical examination just yet, there are a few other things we need to test out”

Without explaining herself further, Violet waved the wand again. This time, it made Adrian stretch out completely, forming an ‘x’ with his body.

“You have good muscles… but how much can we stretch them…?” wondered Violet.

“Be careful!” barked Rose “Don’t break my toy!”

“It’s not ‘your’ toy to play with, Rose, now quiet! You’re distracting me!” said Violet. “Now, Adrian, dear, I’m going to run a little examination of your fluids, but I’m not touching you, so be a good boy and help me out, okay?”

Without waiting for Adrian to respond, Violet waved the wand to raise his right arm as far as far as she could. It stretched so much and so far that it almost caused Adrian pain. But it seems that Rose’s plea had at least an effect on Violet, as while she stretched her test subject she looked a little disappointed, as if she actually wanted to see how much she could stretch him until it hurt.

The next part of the test, that which Adrian dreaded, was the said ‘fluid examination’ Violet wanted to run. To that end, she waved the wand again, this time to cause Adrian to bend his head over to his left armpit, exposed by his raised arm. He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. And gave his armpit a long, thorough lick. He could hear Rose giggling during the entire thing.

“So, dear, how would you describe your sweat?”

“S-s-salty, Miss Violet… like seawater…”

“Huh? Really?” Said Violet, with genuine curiosity sparkling through her voice. “That’s fascinating! Fairy sweat is sweet, elven sweat tastes pretty much like water, dwarven sweat tastes like sulfur… Don’t you find the subtle differences between races fascinating, Adrian?”

“Y-yes, Miss Violet… now could you-”

“Subtle differences…” Said Violet, ignoring Adrian. The magical pen and paper floating around her scribbling her every thought. “Subtle differences… Humans and Elves for example look almost entirely the same, except of course for the elves’ more regal and sharp features and their characteristic long ears… Do you remember the last elf that I had an opportunity to test on?” She asked, turning her head to Rose.

“Oh, yeah, Lafarallin? Lafaragwyn? Lafarallyndel? Something along those lines? I remember faces more than names”

“His name wasn’t important, what was important is that we discovered just how flexible elves were!”

Those words made Adrian’s heart beat faster.

He wanted to speak out, but he realized the mouth shutting seal was active again.

“Sorry Adrian” said Violet, as if knowing he wanted to speak his mind “I really need you shut up for the next experiment”

Adrian’s hands moved on their own, at the command of the wand in Violet’s hand. Not only that, he found himself falling on his side to the grass of the forest. The ground was cold, and the touch of grass felt almost a relief in these moments.

Along with his arms and hands, Violet was also moving his legs and feet. He wanted to grunt, because this time it really did hurt. She was bending his legs in a manner most unnatural. It was something he would have never tried. Both legs bent, to the point his feet were now touching his belly.

And then his arms and hands followed, stretched as far back as he could. Both of his hands were capable of touching his ass cheeks. Adrian thanked all those stretching exercises that were part of the adventurer’s daily training. Otherwise, he thought his arms and legs would snap.

“Aww” said Rose “Look at him! He’s in pain!”

“I don’t think this burdens him” Said Violet, the magical pen writing down as she spoke. “Humans seem to be of a very stretchy nature…”

As she said those words, and lost herself in her thoughts and observations, Rose snatched the wand off her hand. Violet didn’t react in time, as Rose had already input some commands into poor Adrian’s body.

His legs were lowered just a tiny bit. And his feet were now clumsily grasping his own dick. Moving up and down. Furthermore, his fingers were digging into his ass. He knew what the devilish red haired fairy was planning and he cursed in his mind. But on the other hand… he couldn’t deny the truth.

This felt really good.

His fingers were stimulating his most sensitive flesh… he didn’t even knew this was a thing men could do to themselves… and his feet were doing a fantastic job with his own dick.

Very soon the pain of the overly stretched muscles was a thing easily ignored. The pleasure of his own fingering and footjob took precedent in his mind. The fairies that were torturing him vanished from his mindscape, there was only the sweet, sweet pleasure.

“Rose what the fuck are you doing with my specimen!?” barked Violet. The magical pen didn’t register these words.

“Oh, he looked in pain, I just wanted him to have a little fun that’s all…”

“BOTH OF YOU ENOUGH!” screamed Lilly, finally stepping up.

“Hey Lee, we were just having a little fun…” said Rose in an evidently fake apologetic tone.

“Fun? I was doing legitimate research!” Said Violet. 

“Detaining a trespasser is not an opportunity for you-” Lilly stopped herself from barking a fairy slur “you… irresponsible girls to have fun with”

Her eyes went back to the detainee in the floor, whose face was overcome with noticeable pleasure. Lilly held back a grimace of disgust and released the spell on his mouth, just to be greeted with a loud moan. Rose bursted out laughing and Violet was notably blushing, with her jaw dropped.

The fairies and Adrian just stood around silently, figuratively of course, as the fairies were flying in the air and Adrian was lying on the ground.

The trio politely waited for him to ‘cool off’ and return to his senses before speaking to him further.

Lilly flew to his face. Scanning his body and surroundings before landing in front of his face. There were bodily fluids… everywhere. It was an absolute mess of a scene.

Adrian was breathing rapidly. Each exhalation bathed Lilly’s tiny body in warm, heavy air. But she remained unfazed. Adrian was big, yes, but in these circumstances he was completely unable to intimidate her.

“Well” Said Lilly, breaking the awkward silence between them. “I’m sorry, my sisters can be quite chaotic some times”

“It’s… It’s okay…” said Adrian in-between heavy breaths “I… I think I learnt my lesson now Miss Lilly…”

“Lesson?” Asked Lilly, tilting her head.

“Yeah? I mean… that was my punishment for trespassing right?”

Lilly sighed. She produced a book from her cloak, Adrian couldn't read the title, as it was in what probably was the fairy’s own language and script. The fairy quickly browsed some pages, until she found what she was looking for.

“Title Two, on Tresspasers… article seventh… section B…” she muttered to herself, so low it was almost inaudible to Adrian.

She closed the book almost solemnly and shoved it back in her cloak.

“Fairy law states that the punishment for trespassing under your particular circumstances is humiliation, followed by banishment” she said.

“Humiliation? B-but Miss Violet wanted to vaporize me!” he replied.

“Well, look, the Law of The Forest is not a body of codified law… it’s uh, a guideline” Lilly sighed “anyways, you look properly humiliated in my honest opinion…” she said, looking at the mess his body was.

“Th-that means I’m free to go, right?”

“Oh, that, yeah, in theory…” Lilly said, losing the train of thought as her eyes wandered above Adrian, to her two sisters flying around, having an argument about ‘ruined a perfect experiment’ and ‘just having a little fun’.

Yes, her sisters were a chaotic bunch. Rose with her free spirit attitude towards life and Violet with her utter disregard for anything else except what picked her curiosity. Living with them wasn’t easy at all. But they were still her sisters. Her family.

“In theory… yes” Said Lilly, finally. “However, you still threatened my sisters with your sword”

Adrian wanted to speak up, say it was only self defense. But he soon realized his body was once again moving on its own. He now found himself sitting cross legged on the ground.

“If anything useful came from Violet’s ‘experiment’ is that we found out you were quite flexible” said Lilly, from the top of Adrian’s head “now be a good boy, I want to see how you suck your own dick”.

Adrian was shocked at those words, but he didn’t have time to protest. His back bent forwards. And his mouth was suddenly invaded by his own dick.

He silently cursed all those stretching exercises he did.

This sensation was completely foreign to him. His dick was warm, still wet, and a hint of the flavor of his load was still there. And Adrian found it delicious. That was the worst part.

“Wow!” exclaimed Lilly from the top of Adrian’s head “You’re… really into this aren’t you…”

Yes Miss Lilly, thought Adrian, savoring every inch of his member. I am really, really into this…

The silver haired fairy blushed and hid a giggle by covering her mouth. This was admittedly pretty funny. They sure did run into the weirdest human adventurer out there.

For Adrian, he began to get lost in that world of pleasure, the same as before. The forest and its tiny inhabitants all faded away. He was alone with his dick. He tried different techniques he came up with on the spot, like circling his tongue around it, or using his lips to give his flesh gentle massages, but none seemed to be quite it.

Then he figured out he could use his teeth and it was all over. He came. For a third time today. He didn’t even know he was capable of doing it three times. His mouth was flooded. His tongue savored every last drop. He didn’t need to obey the wand’s commands to swallow it. He wanted to.

When he came back to his senses, all fairies were in front of him. Laughing intensely, as if they all had the best fun in ages. Adrian avoided eye contact with all three of them. and with a blush still on his face, and noticing his limbs were free from the paralyzing spell, started to quietly gather his belongings from the ground and put his armor on.

It was awkward. And putting the armor on was especially difficult since he was, as said before, a mess of bodily fluids. And the fairies were laughing all during the process, making it all more and more weird.

Finally, he was done. Still avoiding eye contact, and swallowing his embarrassment, he asked Lilly for directions.

The fairy wiped some tears of laughter from her eyes. Took a moment to get her breathing back into control, and just pointed north.

“Th-thank you, Miss Lilly”

“N-n-no-” she couldn’t keep it in and bursted out laughing again “Whatever! Go away, human!”

Adrian embarrassedly started walking north.

“And by the way!” added Lilly “Don't you ever come again or we’ll kill you for real!”

Obeying her, he started running. Not looking back. The laughter of the fairies soon became more faint the farther away he went.

One part of him wanted to forget the whole incident. To simply get away from here. Disappear completely from the forest. Just straight up leave it all behind forever.

Another part, another deep, secret, primal part, considered this whole incident the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. The worst part, he thought the red haired one was pretty cute all things considered.

And as if hearing his thoughts, he noticed Rose was sitting on his shoulder as he ran away. He gasped, and the shock made him stop right in his tracks. The force was enough that Rose went flying forwards out from his shoulder.

The fairy was a bit shocked by this, but soon returned to her sultry behavior and posture. Adrian noticed she was holding a thin silver ring, with a red jewel and some words in that inescrutable fae language inscribed around it.

“For your troubles” she said, extending the ring to him with a wink.

Adrian hesitated for a second before extending his hand, Rose dropped the ring in it, and flew towards his face.

“And for being such a good boy” she said, with a kiss on his forehead.

She flew back to the forest, and Adrian resumed his walk back to the village he came from at a slower, more relaxed pace. The brief encounter with Rose was strangely soothing to him. He looked at the ring. It was a pretty piece of jewelry. He stored it in his pouch and walked away from the forest.

Once in town, he avoided getting too close to anyone, out of fear they could literally smell all that had happened back in the forest. He quickly went to the inn. 

It was a big place. The building had several stories and was almost at maximum occupancy. Three different bards were playing for three separate audiences, and waiters were busy serving goblets of wine and steins of beer and plates of stew to the hungry adventurers coming for a rest from all the fights and, well, adventures.

Adrian went to the Adventurer’s Guild representative counter and gently deposited the necklace all this torture had been for in the table. The representative, a tall, elegant elf lady, took the necklace and stored it in a locked drawer in the wall behind her. Then she went back to the counter and without looking at Adrian, took a book filled with requests and missions left by the people of the town for adventurers and with a pen crossed out an entry.

Putting the book down, she once again went for the wall. This time for a safe, and took a handful of gold coins, which she left in the counter for Adrian to pick up.

“So, the magical forest, eh?” she said, looking at Adrian as he counted the coins.

“The magical forest” he said, nodding.

“By your looks, I see you tried to take a shortcut, right?”

Adrian stopped counting the coins.

The guild representative giggled “fucking fairies, eh?”

“Fucking fairies” Adrian sighed.

The guild representative smiled. “As a token for your problems I’ll send word to the innkeeper to prepare you one of the fancy rooms, with a hot tub, you’ll need it, boy”

“Thanks” Adrian said, avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment.

The representative was true to her word. The innkeeper gave him a key to a room that was larger than he expected. This one had a bed which Adrian couldn’t tell precisely what it was made of, but it certainly wasn’t straw, like he was accustomed to.

But best of all, the hot tub, filled with foamy hot water that smelled nicely of soap. Adrian undressed. and dropped the whole weight of his body entirely in the tub. The water that bathed his skin was just the right temperature. He soaked his hair, damped by sweat already, and cleaned it off. It almost shined now.

He relaxed in the tub, he was tired. The encounter with the fairies was in more than one way exhausting. He had spent his entire energy there, and had to borrow from the energy for a few more days in the future. He just needed a rest.

Adrian thought that tomorrow morning he was going to see if he could pawn Rose’s ring and reached for his pouch from the tub. The silver itself wasn’t all expensive looking but the gem itself could be very valuable.

It also reminded him a lot of Rose’s hair.

Once he realized this, he began to have doubts. That part of him that considered the events of today the ‘hottest thing ever’ didn’t want to lose the only souvenir he had gotten from the incident.

It also looked like it could fit the fourth finger in his left hand perfectly. So he tried it on. It went all the way down.

“You’re seriously the stupidest mortal I’ve met” said a familiar voice.

Adrian looked up and saw Rose, flying in the air above him. His heart accelerated but he didn’t flinch like before. A part of him was getting used to fairy shenanigans by now. He didn’t even bother to think how Rose got in here, how she followed him without him noticing, it didn’t matter.

He sighed deeply.

“What does the ring do, Rose?” he omitted the ‘Miss’ part. As if he subconsciously knew Rose was the younger one and didn’t deserve the same respectful treatment as her sisters did.

“What does the ring do ‘Mistress’” corrected Rose

That did make Adrian gasp.

“The ring marks you as my property, makes it so you’re bound to me now” she said with a smug smile.

“I… am your slave now?” Asked a terrified Adrian.

“Hmm ‘slave’ is a loaded term isn’t it? Pet is more adorable, I prefer that!”

Adrian’s first subconscious instinct was to take the ring off. As if reading his mind, Rose interjected.

“Oh and don’t try to take it off, obviously it kills you”

He was paralyzed. Not by any spells this time, just by the weight of Rose’s words.

“In fact you’re boring me right now, I command you to explode right now”

Adrian flinched and froze. Expecting the worst. But the worst didn’t come. He was still in the bathtub. Soaked in soap.

“Aaaand look at your dumb face!” Laughed Rose “The ring does nothing, silly!”

“I was just getting bored of the forest, trees all day, I wanted to go out and see the world! On adventures! And here I found the perfect mortal to carry me into a new exciting life!”

Adrian sighed in relief. The prospect of hanging out with Rose from now on seemed… chaotic at the least. But at least this time it was voluntary.

Although at the time it wasn’t that voluntary, it was really hot too…

Rose was going on and on about the things she wanted to do and places she wanted to see. All sounded dangerous, risky, and barely doable at all in some cases.

So while Rose was still talking, he silently sank into the bathtub for a moment. To give him time to process all of this.

“Fucking fairies man” he said underwater, to no one in particular.

[aspenwriter]

Major's One Inch Adventure

(A comm of @MajorToobs on Twitter)

Major found himself waking up against an unfamiliar surface.

The polar bear was subconsciously expecting two things when waking up: the softness of the mattress and the warmth of his stoat boyfriend, Mason, by his side. But instead his back was against a cold, hard surface. He was still half asleep, but as his senses came to him, he started to realize the true gravity of the situation.

The ceiling was impossibly high. Not even cathedrals had ceilings that tall. As he was getting up, the white floor under his paws extended forwards for what seemed like a mile, but to his left and right he saw two enormous white walls that stretched towards the ceiling like giant buildings.

But these white ‘buildings’ were alien too. Some of them were divided by vast rectangular sections and each had massive steel coloured arches in the middle of them. Far in the distance, there was another of these giant buildings, but this was gray coloured and stretched far greater into the heights than the others. And another building was square shaped, of black color, and its entire wall was transparent and slightly reflective, although Major couldn’t see what was inside it from his perspective.

He checked himself. He was still wearing his white pajamas that Mason loved as they combined so perfectly with Major’s polar fur. He touched his face, arms, his big bear belly, and legs. Everything was in order. He was exactly as he was before going to sleep.

Major breathed in deeply, to get his bearings together. On closer examination, this strange landscape was not so strange at all. It was just his perspective that was bizarrely altered. The big white walls were the counters. The gray skyscraper was the refrigerator. The square shaped building was the oven. And the floor were the exact same tiles he was so accustomed to. This was his kitchen. He was still in the apartment he shared with his boyfriend.

The two anthros had moved in together some time ago. Mason was a young 28 year old stoat, while Major was a 33 year old polar bear. The two had met at a rave and instantly hit off. They had started dating and soon enough Mason moved in. It turned out to be a whole family drama that Major wasn’t expecting nor particularly willing to participate in. Because Mason happened to be a wealthy guy, heir to a huge fortune, and with a big cap on his credit card. Moving in together with Major, a lower middle class guy trying to scrape by life, was seen as a rebellious move on Mason’s part by his family.

The stoat didn’t work at all. As it turned out, his family may have been angry at him, but they didn't cut him off from the funds. He treated the ‘lower middle class life’ almost as a fun novelty, to Major’s annoyance. But it was worth it, after all, dominating a rich boy was a, let’s say, top fantasy of him.

It also happened to be Mason’s top fantasy.

In fact, that’s what they had been doing just yesterday. Major returned home after a long day at work, found Mason laying down on the sofa, watching some dumb streaming show. Major, with his polar bear strength, picked him up and went with him directly to bed to unwind the day.

And now he was here. Barely an inch tall by his calculations, in his own kitchen’s floor.

At least it was clean. Mason kept his part of being the ‘boywife’ of the relationship.

Major had just gotten his breathing regulated and his blood pressure in order when he heard the first ‘boom’. Accompanied by his whole world shaking.

And then ‘boom’ again. Louder, the tremors getting stronger.

‘Boom’, ‘boom’. The tremors became small earthquakes. This could only mean one thing. Mason was walking to the kitchen!

“Major…” said a loud voice up above somewhere, but Major couldn’t see “where are you baby…?”

The voice sounded still half asleep and tired. Major knew his boyfriend well. Mason always had problems waking up. He needed a big cup of coffee every morning just to function properly.

“My big warm pillow wasn’t there with me this morning…” Mason said, in between yawns, annoyed. They usually woke up together.

Major looked to both his sides to see if there was some spot where he could hide to avoid being accidentally stepped on by his half asleep boyfriend. There was the kitchen table, he could go under it, but it was far away and he would need to sprint quickly to get there and at this size-

The loudest ‘boom’, the biggest earthquake. He had run out of time.

The small house both anthros shared had just two rooms. A bedroom where the both of them slept and a living room with a sofa, tv, some bookshelves and two separate desks where both of them engaged with their respective hobbies. The kitchen was in this room, a slender white space not separated by any walls, just by a counter and the kitchen table, that was more like a circular slab of ceramic attached to the counter and held by a steel pipe. From Major’s perspective, that table was on his left, all he had to do was sprint. But Mason had entered the scene.

The skyscraper sized white stoat was absentmindedly scratching the back of his half asleep head. Probably still annoyed that his boyfriend wasn’t there with him (although he totally was, in a sense) wearing his favorite purple pajamas. His fur was still messy, as he had just woken up. But Major couldn’t help but to lose himself for a second gazing at the absolute beauty his boyfriend was in this titanic scale.

But as Mason walked his first step into the kitchen, Major came immediately back to his senses.

The stoat’s legs weren’t particularly long, but at this scale, every one of Mason’s steps accounted for probably a hundred of Major’s. Hell, Mason was very small compared to Major. The polar bear was pushing for seven feet and Mason even in his best days was barely four feet tall. But with this role reversal going on, the stoat was a towering, titanic threat to Major’s life if he kept walking in this direction.

“Mason! Mason! Look down please!” screamed the polar bear from the top of his lungs. To no reaction from Mason other than his ears twitching a bit, as if catching something, and then ignoring it completely. Major cursed having picked a white pajama to go with his white fur, it blended almost perfectly with the white tiles of the kitchen floor, and Mason being half asleep didn't help one bit.

“Abandoned by my big warm pillow…” muttered Mason, each step closer to Major.

The reality didn’t dawn on the polar bear until his boyfriend was just one step away. Since he didn’t rush for the space under the kitchen table… he was on a collision course with Mason’s paw.

He tried to react and started going to his left, but as soon as he put one step forward he was completely smothered between the cold tiles of the floor and Mason’s giant paw.

It hurt. A lot. Although certainly less than Major had expected. His polar bear complexion made him quite resistant it seemed. And Mason’s paw cushions were actually very soft, so he didn’t feel the complete weight of his gargantuan boyfriend on top of his. Although this would definitely hurt tomorrow.

That was if he had a tomorrow to look out for, which under these circumstances didn't seem to be the case.

He was now pinned to the floor by Mason’s paw. The subtle smell of it was now Mason’s whole atmosphere. He… had to admit it wasn’t so bad. Mason was always barefoot when in the house and he left the faint scent of his paws everywhere. Major associated the smell to home now. This position was, in a few words, oddly comfortable.

Mason didn't quite react instantly to having stepped on his boyfriend. Everything he did was delayed a bit by his sleepiness. He assumed he had stepped on some rubbish on the kitchen floor. probably a leftover or something. And he didn’t bother checking.

He lifted his paw, Major still stuck there, and shaked it to get him off. Completely unaware that it was his boyfriend in desperate need of help that was trapped there.

“Mason! Stop! It’s me!” Major screamed to no effect.

He was promptly ejected from his boyfriend’s paw and went flying in the air just to hit the steel tube that served as a base for the kitchen table. The impact hurt a lot more than being stepped on by Mason, as instead of the soft paws, he was struck by cold, hard metal.

He was stuck to the steel pillar for a millisecond before falling down on the cold white tiles under the kitchen table. He cursed a lot, mostly to himself, as there was no one there to hear him.

Still, there was a strange thing going on, not stranger than the fact that he woke up suddenly one inch tall but strange nonetheless. The pain he was enduring, while it hurt, was severely mitigated. It was almost as if he was as strong as if he were normal sized. He had assumed he would burst like a grape under Mason’s paw and after colliding with the steel pillar, but he was mostly okay. 

Major was laying on his back, staring at the underside of the kitchen table. On the distance, he heard the coffee machine, and Mason butchering a half remembered song. Then more ‘booms’ and more earthquakes. Finally, his boyfriend sat on the stool just in front of him to enjoy his coffee.

This was his chance.

If Mason couldn’t hear him he just needed to get closer. And right now he could only think of one way to grab his attention.

Standing up and straightening his back, and stretching his muscles, he stood before Mason’s titanic paw and started climbing up.

Mason’s big, cute, almost ladylike paw…

Major shaked his head, this was no time to get lost in daydreams about his boyfriend’s paws.

Getting on top of his toes was no problem. But now came the leg. Major grabbed onto his boyfriend’s fur like if it was a climbing plant with strong roots and somehow managed to pull his whole weight upwards without even leaving a scratch on Mason’s white fur, and more surprisingly, without him even noticing.

He climbed up for what seemed like hours. Realizing this wasn’t as great of an idea as he originally envisioned it. His palms grew sweaty, as did his whole body. It was a grueling process, and each time Mason absentmindedly readjusted his sitting position or dangled his feet or anything he had to stop and brace himself not to get dropped.

Finally he reached his knee. Now instead of climbing, he had to crawl forward. Beneath him his boyfriend’s fur and above the purple fabric of his pajamas, pressing him down in this position.

The crawl was thankfully uneventful, that is, until he started reaching Mason’s crotch. The natural scent of his boyfriend was magnified a thousandfold at this scale and it was difficult if not impossible to ignore. Major braced himself, this was not the time to get horny. He wouldn't lose himself there.

It took a lot more of willpower than Major was willing to admit but he managed to pass by without taking a detour to see Mason’s dick. Although he fantasized a bit about it. He wasn’t that good with calculus but what size would it be relative to him, he wondered. Bus sized? Refrigerator sized? He actually had to shake his head to keep going.

The next stretch was going to be more difficult, now he needed to climb Mason’s body from the abdomen up, to hopefully reach his neck and ask for help. Here he doubted his idea. Maybe it would have been better to stay on the floor and wait for Mason to fully wake up to scream for help at him, but that bird had already flown. He was now under the purple fabric of his pajamas. Major started climbing again.

This part wasn’t as hard as the legs, here the fur felt somewhat softer and it was easier to get a grip on. Also it helped that Mason was apparently with his back against the backrest of the stool, which made the angle of the climb a more comfortable forty five degree stretch, rather than the ninety degree climb of the legs.

And so he climbed up. At this point Major was actually more surprised that his boyfriend hadn’t noticed him at all than by the bizarre circumstances he found himself in. He reached his chest, he could feel his heartbeats, his warmth, the way his breathing made his entire world go up and down. It was almost romantic, if not for the fact that his life was on the line here.

But just as he was about to reach Mason’s neck, something happened, something unfortunate. Mason unexpectedly changed his position to lean on the table for a second. Maybe to check his phone. But with Major exhausted and barely being able to hold his position, this sudden change made him drop.

He was trying to approach Mason’s neck by his right shoulder, and so, fortunately, he managed to grab on the inner part of the sleeve. The pajamas weren’t that adjusted to Mason’s size and so he was now suspended between the inner sleeve and a freefall back to his crotch that he didn’t want to experience, he had had enough of getting hurt today with being stepped on and launched towards a metal pillar.

It also didn’t help that he was directly under Mason’s armpit now. And while he loved the way his boyfriend smelled fresh in the morning, being forced to be here didn’t make it quite pleasant.

Breathing in with his mouth to avoid taking in Mason’s musk, he pulled his body up, only to fall into another accident. When he got to the sleeve he couldn't maintain his balance, and went rolling down the pajamas under Mason’s arm.

He tried stopping himself, grabbing either the pajamas or Mason’s arm, but he was quickly gaining velocity and getting more and more dizzy, to the point that it would become hard to keep his dinner from last night inside if this continued. Fortunately, he reached the end of the sleeve soon enough, falling prone on the cold table, just beside Mason’s coffee cup.

While he cursed silently because of the pain, he was very glad not to fall on that nearly boiling liquid.

“Huh?” said a booming voice above. Mason’s.

Major was still taking the pain in, so he couldn’t formulate a response just now.

He couldn’t see anything above him too, but Mason was eying the one inch tall furball curiously. A flush of emotions came and went from his face. First surprise, then curiosity, then for a millisecond disgust, as if he had just noticed a weird bug had been crawling up his body, and then when he noticed the odd bug was wearing clothes he became surprised again.

“M-Major?” he asked, voice shaking. “Is that you…?”

His boyfriend couldn’t notice at this size, but Major sighed the biggest sigh of relief of his entire life.

“Y-yeah” He said, standing up, swallowing a bit of the pain, not so sure Mason could hear him well, size difference in mind.

Mason blinked rapidly in disbelief, and quickly downed the rest of his coffee. Then Blinked in disbelief once more and just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he pinched his arm, then looked at an inch tall Major, then pinched his arm once again.

“It’s not a dream Mason…” Major said.

The stoat’s ears went up in surprise and like a radar, detected from where the voice had come from.

Mason lowered herself to be at eye level with his shrunken boyfriend, his eyes still in complete disbelief, but now certain that his feet were planted on reality.

“Is that really you Major?” he asked, voice shaking no more.

“Yup… I guess…” was Major’s response, now he betrayed a little disbelief.

“But how?” asked his boyfriend.

“I… don’t know, I just woke up like this… on the floor” answered Major, taking a good look at himself.

“Oh my God, don’t tell me that…” said Mason, covering his mouth to prevent himself from admitting to have quite literally stepped on him while half asleep.

“Don’t worry!” reassured Major “I’m quite durable, it seems” he said, giving his belly a slap, trying to demonstrate his resilience to Mason.

“Oh I’m so sorry Major…” Said Mason “I-I should have been more careful, I mean you could have gotten ki-”

“It’s okay, Mason, like I said, I’m quite durable now!”

Mason sighed in relief, accidentally bathing his entire boyfriend in his warm breath filled with the aroma of morning coffee.

“Alright, alright” said Mason “You’re tiny”

“Yes… I guess I am” said Major, forcing a smile.

“You’re tiny” said Mason, again, but this time to himself. “Major is the size of a fucking paperclip…”

“Well that depends on the type of paperclip, I’ve seen some very big ones” retorted Major.

“You know what I’m talking about, Toobs” sighed Mason. Finally getting comfortable enough to switch back to using Major’s pet name. The polar bear felt strangely relieved hearing it.

“Don’t worry baby, we’re gonna find a way out of this” said Major.

Mason relaxed. At this scale Major could see it in his face, wrinkles that would indicate stress and that were invisible to the naked eye were completely perceptible to Major, and those wrinkles were now fading and his boyfriend’s face became smooth and his eyes showed relief.

“How did you get up here anyways, Toobs?” Asked Mason, his tone now curious instead of worried and stressed.

“Oh… uh…” Said the polar bear, hoping his boyfriend couldn’t notice his red flush face full of embarrassment “Long story… uh… I… sorta climbed your leg… and chest… and fell through your sleeve”

“You did WHAT!?” exclaimed Mason. Major couldn’t tell if he was startled by the recklessness and danger of his actions… or by a perceived breach of privacy.

“Y-yeah… it wasn’t as dangerous as you think, a-and you have a nice body by the way!” said Major, trying to salvage whatever wrongdoing he thought Mason thought he had committed.

“You could have hurt yourself, hell you could have gotten killed! You could- wait, what was that about me having a nice body?” Said Mason, suddenly shifting the tone of the conversation.

Major didn’t know how to react to that, so he stayed silent.

“I… like when you compliment me like that” said Mason.

“Like how?” asked Major.

“You know, when you say I’m pretty and stuff, I’m not that pretty…” he said, somewhat shyly. Very strangely shyly taking into account he was now building sized compared to his boyfriend.

“Oh, but you are pretty Mason!” said Major

“You think so?” asked Mason, excited. He always got excited when receiving compliments like those.

“Of course! I wouldn’t have climbed the body of someone I think isn’t attractive would I? said Major.

“Oh, stop!” said Mason, giggling.

The two of them laughed together, even if Mason’s soft giggling drowned Major’s laughter completely due to the size difference.

“You know what?” said Mason “I think we should take as much advantage of this situation as possible”

“What possible advantage could this situation-” Said Major, but was interrupted when his whole world turned into a soft cage of fur.

It was very dark there, just a few rays of light penetrated from big cracks in this strange fur cage. The surface was like a mattress, completely alien to Major’s senses. It took him a few seconds to realize this was the inside of Mason’s hand, and that his boyfriend had grabbed him without asking first.

The whole place moved so suddenly that it threw Major off balance, and he instinctively looked for a place to grab on to, just to realize the walls of flesh were closing in, softly but firmly. Mason was at least making sure that his boyfriend would be safe inside his hand.

Major could feel Mason moving. Every step he took felt titanic. He could hear them coming from below. And the idle swinging of his arm at this scale was enough to be considered a thrill ride. But even with all of that sense of impending danger implicit to his situation, he felt strangely safe inside Mason’s hand. He knew his boyfriend would never hurt him… well at least not on purpose, considering the events from some minutes ago.

After a few more gargantuan steps the whole world turned ninety degrees. Mason was laying on his back somewhere. Major guessed that by the distance he walked, he must be laying down on the couch. 

Then, another sudden movement by the arm, and then light started coming again, Mason’s hand was opening and Major was gently dropped on some sort of soft fabric surface. It felt like a mattress of some sort. In front of him he could see the rest of the living room. All the way to the door leading out of the house the two lived in. As with the hand, it took Major a few moments to orient himself in the strange landscape that was his own house.

The fabric surface was definitely the couch. More specifically. It was the couch’s arm. To his left was a wall. To his right, the TV and the coffee table. And to his back…

Paws.

Gargantuan, titanic, out of this world, house sized paws.

Mason’s paws to be precise.

His soles blocking Major’s entire view.

“Took you well enough to notice, little guy” Said Mason. His booming voice coming from far behind the paws.

“Mason?!” Shouted Major “What are you doing!?”

“Huh?” Said Mason, his ears jumping up, trying to catch what his boyfriend was saying. “Toobs dear you’ll have to speak louder, I can't hear you at this distance”

Mason was lying, he could hear his boyfriend perfectly, but addressing him directly right now wouldn’t be very fun.

“Mason!” shouted Major again, this time louder.

“Ah? Is that you, dear?” Said Mason.

“What the hell are you doing!?” shouted Major once again.

“Hmmm…” said Mason. “Toobs, dear, you’re just so far away… it’s difficult to hear you with you being like an inch tall and all that, you’ll have to come closer” he said, stretching that last syllable in a teasing tone.

“Your paws are blocking the way!” shouted Major.

“Hm? What’s that?” Said Mason. “Something wrong with my paws? Oh right! I got them up!”

“Yeah!” shouted Major, growing a little tired of his boyfriend’s teasing.

“Oh well then, better make you a little bridge for you to cross over, Toobs!” he said, as both of his paws swiftly descended on Major.

This wasn’t like getting accidentally stepped on like before, this time Mason’s paws, while swift and giving Major no time to dodge, were also careful as to not hurt him. Their descent was almost as if the ceiling had collapsed on top of Major. But while he now found himself prone, trapped between Mason’s paws and the soft fabric of the couch’s arm, he didn’t feel quite in danger as before.

No this felt like his boyfriend was just being a little cocky piece of shit.

Major had to wiggle a little to find himself in a position from which he was able to crawl his way out. But as he was doing it, Mason’s paws pressed down harder to make it as difficult as possible without also hurting him. It was frankly very annoying.

But, nonetheless, Major crawled. Pulling himself forward until he was right under one of Mason’s toes. Then, he turned on his back to have a better chance to get in between the toes and crawl out.

All this time he was facing the couch, he was completely unprepared to have his face buried completely in Mason’s paw, as his boyfriend was quick to notice him turning around and pressed down even harder.

Major still had room to breathe, but he had to cover his nose so as to not take in all of Mason’s beautiful ‘have not taken a shower yet’ morning scent. Pulling himself upward required now to grab onto Mason’s paws, a sensation that apparently tickled his boyfriend, as the soft muffled giggling he could hear in the distance sent shockwaves through his entire body.

But even with all that pressure on top of him, he finally found what he was looking for: the spot between two of Mason’s toes. He pulled himself upward once again and finally his head poked out from the paw. He breathed in profoundly and grabbed a toe. Then, he pulled all of his body up, getting on top of the toe and finally freeing himself of his boyfriend’s paw.

“Why the hell did you do that!?” Shouted Major, to the face of his boyfriend that was practically a few football fields away.

“Why, Major!” Exclaimed Mason “What a surprise! I thought you would get lost beneath my paws!”

“I almost did, what has gotten to you!?” asked Major.

“Hm?” I’m afraid I still can’t quite hear you Toobs, you’ll have to get closer” said Mason, again stretching that last syllable in a teasing manner.

Major sighed profoundly. Alright, he thought, I’ll play your silly game.

Carefully he walked from the grass like white fur on the top of his boyfriend’s paw to the purple pajama pants. Major felt in his paws the stark difference between the two surfaces. The way the textures of the world were magnified at this scale amazed him.

He once again pretended to ignore his boyfriend’s crotch, to Mason’s visible amusement. and walked all the way from there to his chest, feeling the ‘floor’ going up and down as his boyfriend breathed. Finally he was just before his face. Tired after the long trek that was walking over his boyfriend’s body, he began to sit down.

But just before he could plant his ass on Mason’s chest and scold him for trapping him under his paws he was scooped up in the air by something strange. A moist, fleshy kind of carpet suddenly appeared under him and effortlessly lifted his entire weight up. Major still struggled to comprehend how things felt like or looked like at this scale, so once again it took him several seconds to notice he was in Mason’s tongue.

The stoat’s mouth was open. Mason liked to tease Major by biting him from time to time, and the polar bear didn’t mind. His boyfriend’s bite was at best a soft tickling sensation. But being just one inch tall, Mason’s pair of fangs were almost as tall as he himself was.

Major was admittedly a bit intimidated by them.

“No” he said “Don’t you dare”

He could see Mason’s eyes curling as he smiled devilishly.

Of course he was going to dare.

The cave sized jaw closed on Major. When he was trapped in Mason’s hand a little bit of light poured in between the fingers, but this time he was in total darkness. The whole place actually smelled nice, to Major’s surprise. Its whole atmosphere was covered by the scent of the coffee Mason had just drank.

Still, he was in his fucking mouth.

Major tried to move but he instantly slipped on Mason’s saliva. Blind to his surroundings, he just stretched his hands trying to find some teeth to grab on to, but it was impossible in this conditions.

Mason moved his tongue upwards, pinning his boyfriend between it and his palette. Tasting every inch of his body. Major’s face slammed against the palette and it was so uncomfortable he instinctively turned on his back, just to now have his face buried in Mason’s tongue.

Curiously, this had a different effect than Mason’s paws. His tongue was much softer, the whole atmosphere of his mouth much warmer. The breath of his boyfriend was all the air he could take. The same breath that had turned him on many times before. Do you remember all those times your lover sighed in your ear and it woke up an animalistic urge in you? Can you imagine now the same sighs being all your world?

Major was starting to get slightly aroused. He thanked Mason couldn’t see him blushing.

At first he was subtle about it. Squirming rhythmically against Mason’s tongue. But after just a couple seconds of this wiggling around in his boyfriend’s tongue he started to really get into it. Major began humping it, as he had done so many times before with Mason’s ass. He didn’t think much of it. In fact he wasn’t thinking at all during the whole thing.

Mason noticed it, as his tongue moved forward and backwards, helping Major get off. This wasn’t like anything he had experienced before. He was lost in it, completely overwhelmed by Mason’s attention to his own pleasure.

It was awkward too, he couldn’t grab on to anything. The tongue was slippery, so the whole ordeal felt more like humping a giant wet and fleshy mattress. But Major didn’t care. This was hot. Very hot.

Finally, he came, with a loud groan. Ruining a perfectly good pair of pajama pants in the process.

At this moment he finally felt the whole weight of everything that happened in the last hours, and collapsed limp on Mason’s tongue. He sighed and relaxed. He didn’t even notice the mouth opening and his boyfriend picking him up by the waist using his thumb and index finger.

“Woah” he said. “That sorta escalated didn’t it?”

“Shut up Mason…” he said in a slurred, tired voice, such in a way the ending of each word mixed with the start of the next. He was covered head to toe in a mix of Mason’s saliva and his own sweat.

“Someone’s tired” he said, teasingly.

“Well, I just had a long day to be honest” said Major, slowly regaining his capacity for speech.

“Day? Toobs it’s only eleven A.M.” said Mason, mockingly.

“You know what I mean…” answered Major.

Mason giggled. Although his usual soft, almost feminine giggle felt thunderous at this size.

“Well, it’s still kinda unfair isn’t it?” he said.

“What’s unfair?” asked Major.

“Well…” began Mason, eyeing him hungrily “Only one of us came…”

“Oh no, don’t-”

“I’m not satisfied with this service, Toobs” he said, in the most entitled, bratty tone he could muster.

“Don’t you dare to-”

“Last thing before I let you go, promise!” he said. And with that Major’s entire world moved again as Mason closed his hand on him. Trapped in the same fur cage as before he could only hope he wasn’t landing where he was expecting to land…

But of course, it was right there.

When Mason’s hand opened, Major was dropped on a throbbing surface. It was just as warm as the inside of his boyfriend’s mouth but this was much different. This time, instead of the atmosphere being that heavy hot air, it was the all too familiar scent of Mason’s crotch.

He was on top of Mason’s dick. Riding it in fact. Every sudden twitch felt like being on a boat in the middle of a storm, and he had to brace himself by grabbing on to the same throbbing surface that was causing the tremors in the first place. He looked up and found Mason’s hungry, lustful eyes. Almost saying ‘go on, do the thing.’

And it was impossible not to do the thing. When in the mouth it took a few moments to get Major into an unthinking, horny state but being on top of a dick the size of a large tree does something to you.

Major humped it, rubbed his whole body against it. Soon enough he was listening to the siren’s song that was Mason’s soft moans, the same moans that drove him crazy. The whole world became a blurry mess. It was just him and Mason now. No, Mason was the entire world now.

He went on, climbing up to get to the most sensitive of Mason’s flesh. The whole ordeal dangerous beyond belief. Major didn’t even think of how not so long ago Mason scolded him for undertaking the dangerous journey of climbing his body. But when you’re this horny you tend to forget about things like safety.

But it seemed that Mason did care. As Major reached the top of his boyfriend’s dick, Mason’s hand grabbed it, pinning Major safely between dick and palm, and helping him moving up and down.

The movement’s became rougher, the throbbing stronger, and Mason’s beautiful moans louder. Soon enough, he came. As so did Major for a second time.

Both anthros sighed in unison and relaxed every muscle in their bodies. As Mason’s dick became limp and noticing Major was definitely out of every ounce of energy, he gently let him drop in his open palm and brought him to eye level.

“That was…” Mason paused, to take a long breath “very fun…”

Major tried to open his mouth to answer, but he didn’t find the energy to say even a single word. He just nodded in agreement.

Mason looked beyond Major briefly and then returned to him. He had a paper towel in hand.

“And you’d be glad to know that I just ruined my favorite pair of pajama pants and not our couch” he said, as he began to dry his saliva and sweat from his boyfriend’s body.

“I…” began an exhausted Major, who also had to pause to breathe in between words, and to allow Mason to clean him up “also ruined my favorite pair”

Both anthros let out tired laughs, tired and yet full of love for each other.

“Sorry if I was too rough with you, Toobs” said Mason throwing the paper towel away “It couldn’t just resist having some fun with my one inch boyfriend”

“I get ya…” sighed Major “Now what?”

“Now” Mason said “We look for a doctor or scientist or something to reverse your little predicament”

The stoat’s sudden responsible tone honestly took Major a little aback.

“Do you have someone in mind?” asked Major.

“Do I look like someone who knows someone with a STEM degree?” said Mason, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess we’ll have to Google some names then” said Major.

“What do you mean ‘we’ huh?” teased Mason “I don’t see you using a computer in that sorry state of yours”

“Ha ha” laughed Major, sarcastically. 

“Either way, this morning was exhausting for both of us, you specially” said Mason, that responsible tone kicking in again. “Before we do anything we both need a good rest”

“Yeah” agreed Major “But where am I supposed to-”

“Don’t worry, got you covered, Toobs” interrupted Mason.

His fingers closed on Major again, as gently and carefully as he could. The feeling was getting less weird by the second to the polar bear. Although he couldn’t say he was getting used to it. Only with all the intimacy that had happened, this was the least weird part.

When the hand opened, he was inside a purple space made out of fabric. Mason’s chest pocket.

“Grab a nap, Toobs, we’ll figure out something later”

Major nodded, his eyes were already getting tired. It had been a long morning after all.

Mason rested his head on the couch and watched his boyfriend slowly drifting to sleep inside his pocket. Major found himself pretty comfortable there, and the rhythmic heartbeats of his boyfriend and his breathing relaxed him profoundly. Soon enough, he was fast asleep.

The stoat’s only regret was that he left his phone on the kitchen’s table. Now it was too far away to grab it and start researching for a way to get his boyfriend back to his normal size without waking him up.

And also he wanted to take some pictures. A lot in fact.

Major never looked as adorable as he was now.

Mason sighed and stared at the ceiling. He had a lot of work to do now. But he was so relaxed, the morning had been so fun that he found his eyes wanting to close themselves.

And so, despite the coffee, Mason decided to also take a little nap.

[aspenwriter]

SizeDates

(A comm for @AurumDistant on Twitter)

“An app that makes you change sizes?” asked Mark.

“Oh come on Mark, it doesn’t like ‘change’ your actual size, it just does so in a virtual room in the metaverse” said the tomboyish redhead in front of him, Sarah.

“My question is why, Sarah. Why not just a normal dating room in the metaverse?”

“Oh come ON Mark, it’s 2068! What’s even the point in just dating like your grandma did with their apps on their phones like some sort of caveman”

“I think grandma dated pretty nicely in the normal world, evidence being that I am uh, here, Sarah”

Both friends laughed. It was a faint sound, deafened by the unfathomably structure of the tower city they inhabited.

By this time in our history most cities looked like this one. Years of overpopulation and the destruction of our natural environments lead to the engineering of these megastructures. Self sufficient, towering metal spires that reached the clouds from the outside, with an industrial super complex that reached deep underground like roots. Sarah and Mark were idly chatting on the outside of their middle management office, still under the spires, still without seeing the sky.

It was no wonder most people didn’t like to meet and date outside the metaverse. Many companies had tried and failed to build one in the early 21th century. They had just recently successfully built one. Initially a platform for furries to chat in Virtual Reality, it quickñy expanded to the general public as a means to escape the quite frankly horrible reality they inhabited.

“You’re still not convincing me, Sarah, look at this point in the advertising”

Sarah leaned in to see Mark’s phone. He was pointing with his finger to a spot that proudly advertised “Let loose of control! Let the big one handle everything”

“Uhm, yeah, that’s the point, Mark” said Sarah.

“What does it exactly mean?” asked Mark.

“It means that if you log in as tiny and you match with someone they get to decide where you spawn, what your size is, and even what you’re wearing, as far as I know”

“Why, Sarah, would I let someone control that?”

“Oh, come ON AGAIN, it’s part of the fantasy, just the sweet release of control”

“I’m more concerned about the sweet release of death” Said Mark “what if I match with a total psycho and they crush me, eat me, or worse, Look, it says right here in the add”

He was pointing to a part indicating ‘TOTAL simulation, every sensation possible in every scale!”

“You know ‘every sensation possible’ doesn’t fill me up with confidence” said Mark.

“Look” said Sarah “that’s again just part of the fantasy”

“You know that if you get killed in one of these simulations-” 

“Doesn’t work like this here” interrupted Sarah “SizeDates doesn’t allow for permadeath, if you get killed it logs you off right after the conscience gets to experience death, so it’s just like waking up from one of those dreams where you’re falling down”

“You sound *very* experienced in this topic” said Mark.

“Weeeeeell I *might* have teased a couple tiny boys a little too hard…” Said Sarah, hiding a blush.

“I KNEW IT!” exclaimed Mark “You just want to get me into this thing so I can match with you and you get to do everything you want with me right!?”

“Uh, I was just going to suggest exactly that, good job in figuring that out, smartass”

Mark sighed. It was true that he and Sarah had kind of a situationship by this point. And by situationship, it was mostly Sarah teasing him whenever she had the chance. Even being a little risqué at the office and all. Not that Mark minded it in the slightest.

“Alright, I’ll try your stupid app…” he said, slightly defeated.

“You won't be disappointed!” said Sarah “just make sure to match with *me*”

“Can’t promise that, what if someone is hotter than you huh?”

“Are you sure you want to risk it?” said Sarah, grinning.

“I probably will” said Mark, hiding a blush by turning from her. The whole conversation was a big tease. Mark was into size play a *lot*. This app was everything he had ever dreamed of. It was extremely difficult hiding it from Sarah.

“Well, see you soon little guy” said Sarah, smiling and turning away too. They, sadly, had to take the metro in opposite directions from one another.

The whole ride home, Mark thought only of the app.

Then finally, his apartment. Located on a megastructure within a megastructure. Tower 27. Almost a tower city within a tower city, it housed half a million souls and it had every amenity possible. Mark only wished they could move his office here.

Then, in his one room, one bathroom apartment, he jumped to his desk and put his headset on. He logged into the metaverse, then into the app, and made his account.

Surprisingly, for the barebones profile he had made, not one but *five* matches jumped right in within the hour.

The first was Alex. Brown skinned, and with short black hair. And damn, a gymnast with some *excellent* muscles. She could probably break Mark in half like a plank of wood in a kung fu movie, even without size changing shenanigans going.

Then there was Charlie. A brunette, beautiful girl. She looked like a princess out of a fairytale, with a delicate body and a face sculpted by the gods. In fact, just by the incredibly beautiful dress she was wearing, she might as well have been a princess.

Next to her on the list was Jessica. Old enough to be Mark’s mom. And yet the thought of being around tiny with that lady with the neon red coloured hair, probably to be ‘in with the youths’ really excited him

But after her came Angel and frankly he did look like an angel. He was a boy, still in college. With a blonde, long straight hair that reached his almost feminine waist in the skirt he was proudly wearing.

And finally, there was Sarah herself. The teasing co-worker, the one that got him into this, and his friend.

True, Sarah said that he should match with her… but he wasn’t expecting four other prospects.

Mark meditated on it for a while. Breathed in deeply. And made his choice.

—

Mark clicked on Alex’s profile.

He was instantly transported to an unknown, alien surface.

It was both hard and soft… difficult to describe. Soft to the touch but hard once you pressed on it.

And it was also wet, drops of an unknown, salty liquid the size of Mark’s head were all around him.

Just what was this place?

Oh, and he just noticed he was also completely naked.

“Hey shrimp!” said a booming voice from above”

Mark snapped back to reality and looked all around him. Behind him, and behind small breasts hidden by a sport’s bra, was the smiling face of the giant tomboy.

“Y-you’re A-alex?” asked Mark. Sure he was prepared for the shock of size changing. but not to get too personal right away.

“Y-y-y-y-y-you’re Alex?” mocked Alex “Of course I am, shrimp, on whose profile did you think you clicked, dumbass?”

“I-I-I-” started Mark, embarrassed beyond belief.

“Tch!” exclaimed Alex “a dozen or so boy toys wanted to match with me and I clicked on the profile of the one that couldn’t fucking talk, great choice Alex”

Mark slapped his cheeks with both of his hands, his way to get his shit together. This allowed him to finally notice he was standing on Alex bare, sweaty abs, and that they were in what he assumed was her room, or well, a simulation of it. It was a little smaller than his own. Alex must be a factory worker down some levels in the tower, he thought.

“Ugh, why are you standing around thinking so much, shrimp, get to work already!”

“Wor-” began Alex, before he was silenced by Alex’s massive hand coming down slamming him against her abs, pressing down. Muffling every sound that came from Mark’s mouth.

“Come on boy toy, lick” commanded Alex.

Mark protested. Frankly pathetic sounds that barely reached Alex, as Mark’s mouth was firmly pressed against her sweaty skin. But the sounds were audible enough to register in Alex’s brain as a protest.

“You upper level shrimps are always so, so fucking uppity, you’re not in control here shrimp, now be a good boy and get fucking licking” said Alex, sternly, and pressing Mark even harsher.

Mark swallowed his pride. After all this *was* a fantasy. He didn’t have to have any shame. Alex would play around with him a little, and then they would both have a good time and probably get along really well down the line. Hell, perhaps they would have a date in real life if he did well this time!

So he obeyed, and started licking. Alex's abs were salty, from all the sweating of course. But it didn’t prevent Mark from worshiping them. In fact, he was getting hard from it.

“Yeah… that’s right” said Alex “good boy!”

Mark’s hormones got wild with that praise. He licked even harder, putting a lot of effort into it. Kissing the abs. Soon Alex’s hand relaxed and let him do the thing on his own. He was getting a lot into it.

“Hmm, good start…” Said Alex “But you’re still very, very far away from your true prize shrimp…” she said, her hand now slowly pushing Mark downwards, to her briefs.

Mark crawled there, slowly, like an insect. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. And Alex was allowing him.

Under the briefs was a bush of her hair. Alex didn’t help him at all in this phase, gleefully enjoying Mark struggling to lift the fabric just to get in. He had to use both arms just to get his upper torso there, and he had to work a lot with his legs to crawl in.

The bush was unkempt. Musky. At this scale, roughly the size of a pinky finger, the whole place seemed like an alien cave. Above him, the fabric of Alex’s sports briefs pressed him hard against her skin, and further in, the bush of hair proved a tremendous obstacle for him.

“You’re way too slow, shrimp” said Alex, her booming voice muffled down here.

Mark heeded the implicit command and crawled faster, putting a lot more effort into it. Adrenaline was now coursing through his veins just by how aroused he was. Here, in Alex’s most private place at a gulliverian scale. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how much he wanted this.

“Lemme help you out there, boy toy” Said Alex. Pressing him down in a way that propelled him forward.

The smell of her juice was getting stronger. Alex was wet, as he was hard. Her hand was of great help. And then, finally at the end of that small forest, was the wet labia. Mark didn’t struggle here at all, as the place was wet enough to slip right in.

But he wasn't meant to get there.

Alex’s hand blocked him as she started playing with herself, roughly, just like she wanted. Mark was a spectator to all this, as Alex’s other hand pinned him down in her bush. A lot of hair got into his mouth in the process, making it hard to breath.

“Yeah.. yeah…” Alex said, to herself mostly, she didn’t care that much about Mark at this point.

She lifted her briefs, Mark could finally breathe again, but this was short lived. Alex started using his squirming body as a toy, pressing him, using him to massage the sensitive skin of her bush.

“Fuck… fuck.. FUCK!” exclaimed Alex, about to reach climax.

She hadn’t noticed, at all, that she played with Mark a little too roughly, and snapped his spine in two.

“Ah… AH!” she sighed in the pleasure of orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, Alex was nowhere to be seen, the poor bastard probably just re-spawned in his room.

“Fuck Alex…” she said, leaning back in her bed “you broke a perfectly good looking toy again…”

—-

Mark clicked on Charlie’s profile.

He was greeted by a wooden surface. He looked around. He was in a room of sorts. A giant room.

Mark was, by virtue of living in a megastructure, already accustomed to big spaces but this one was very different, as it was a cubic structure, where all things were completely in another scale. Mark noticed he was on what appeared to be the desk of the room, and far away he could see a bed, some posters from popular v-tubers, anime figures the size of statues in a shelf, and…

Charlie?

She didn’t look at all like in the picture. While the face was still like a princess out of a fairytale, and she had a delicate, elegant body, she had sharp features,  her hair was short, boyishly so. Also, instead of the dress from the pic, she was just wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans.

“H-hey… there seems to be some kind of mistake here…” said Mark.

“Pfft” said Charlie, with a boyish tone “Nope, you just got catfished that’s all”

“Wha-” began Mark, being instantly cut off by Charlie’s hand grabbing him from the desk with little consideration for his safety or wellbeing.

“The app was stupidly easy to hack” said Charlie “They have like no countermeasures at all”

“Who the fuck are you” Said Mark, muffled by Charlie’s hand completely closed on him.

“Oh? I’m Charlie alright, I just used a pic I grabbed from the internet and said I was a girl, that’s the easiest way to nick some cute boys like you!” said Charlie, very proud of himself.

“Wha-? LET ME OUT IMMEDIATELY” exclaimed Mark.

“Ah, I love when you little ones beg, it’s soooo adorable” said Charlie “Let’s take a good look at you”

He opened his hand, and Mark immediately took the chance to jump off it, to the floor, to get killed in the app and re-spawn in the safety of his apartment. But as soon as he even got into a jumping off position, Charlie got uncomfortably close and whispered.

“Oh, just so you know, the hack also overrides the death inhibition, little one”

The words felt like iron nails nailing themselves on all his limbs, paralyzing him completely.

“Also” Charlie continued “Obviously the log off function is turned off, it was easy too, this way we can get *real* emotions flowing, won’t you agree?”

Mak didn’t know what to do. He just stood there, frozen on the twink’s hand, while his captor just grinned, rejoicing in his misery.

“Aw, what’s wrong little one?” he asked, in a mocking tone “cat got your tongue?”

“Th-this is *extremely* fucked up” said Mark “release me n-now” he said not noticing his voice was cracking and he was stuttering, all to Charlie’s delight.

“Say pretty please” said Charlie.

It was humiliating enough to be in this position, but fuck, anything to get rid of this psycho, Mark thought.

“P-pretty please” he said.

“Good start, now grovel” said Charlie.

The command felt cold on Mark’s skin. He was trembling. But the fear of what Charlie might do to him if he displeased him in some way was more terrifying than whatever humiliation he had to endure to get back at the safety of his house. He fell to his knees and said it again.

“P-pretty please…”

“Pretty please what?”

Whatever the fuck he meant, a title? Mark thought.

“Pretty please, sir-”

“Ugh why do they always go with fucking ‘sir’ goddamit!” exclaimed Charlie, exasperated.

“D-did I do something wrong” pleaded Mark, covering his face.

“I hate being called ‘sir’ FUCK!” he said “I’m not my fucking dad! I’m not that old!”

Mark was trying to hide his tears. He felt like picking the wrong dialogue option in a game, rolling a bad skill roll with his dice and all. Only a million times worse.

“Wh-what was I supposed to call you?!” Said a terrified little man.

Charlie was completely ignoring him. He was searching something in his room, that perfectly simulated replica of Charlie’s own room. He quickly found it.

A fleshlight.

Mark knew immediately what he was thinking. His head was working like an animalistic computer, checking for every possible alternative to what was about to happen.

“I just want to be called ‘princess’, like my boyfriend does, fuck!”

“H-how was I supposed to-” he was cut off by two giant lips. A long kiss, coming from Charlie that was impossible to resist.

“You’re a cute toy, if you survive I want to play a little more with you”

And then Mark noticed he was falling down.

Soon enough, he was swallowed up by the all encompassing rubber of the fleshlight. It was a dark, soft pit, no light entered that place. Mark tried to climb out of the rubber but the place was lubricated by some sort of oily substance. Mark just slipped, landing straight in the bottom.

Then, Charlie’s titanic dick pierced through the entrance of the cave. Thrusting violently against the rubber. Trapping Mark between it and the oily walls of the fleshlight.

Mark struggled, desperately trying to climb it, but for every little step his body made, Charlie’s dick pushed him further down, until he was fighting for his life against the tip of it. But it didn’t work. Mark’s feeble punches and pushes only made Charlie harder and harder and his thrusts more quick and passionate.

“N-no…” whispered an enfeebled Mark, bruised and with some broken bones already. “P-please…”

But he was too tired to fight anymore, and when Charlie finally came with a titanic moan, Mark’s lungs filled up almost instantly with his cum.

He coughed and twitched for some minutes, but it was already over.

Charlie removed the fleshlight, with the lifeless virtual avatar of Mark still stuck to his dick.

“Pfft” he said “What a waste of a cute boy”.

He removed the corpse uncaringly from his flesh and tossed it away, at least he hoped his boyfriend was having more fun with the hacked virtual room than he had.

—

Mark clicked on Jessica’s profile.

He was transported to a soft, hard to stand on surface, in fact, in the very instant he got there he lost his balance and fell on his back.

“Be careful there you silly boy” said a booming, deep, yet very feminine voice.

Mark looked around. The surface he was on was a mattress. In fact, he was on a bed. The biggest bed he had ever seen, in the biggest room he had ever seen. It was so big it could fit his entire Tower. But his astonishment was brief, he needed to know the source of that booming voice, and it took him next to no effort to find it.

In front of Mark was a woman. She was wearing a full office attire. Complete from pants to shirt to blazer and a tie. All of her screamed ‘your stuck up boss’ if it wasn’t for her hair dyed neon red. This kind of hair dyes were all the fashion now in 2068. That gave her the vibes of ‘divorcee trying dating again’.

Mark was lost looking at the massive woman. All to her own amusement.

“What’s wrong baby?” Said Jessica “Am I too much for you to handle?”

“N-n-not at all!” said Mark getting his bearings together “just impressed at the whole scale of things, that’s all”

“Mhmmm” purred Jessica “I find it sooo much better than hitting on young men like you on a bar, so much needless chatter cut don’t you think?”

“Hmm, uhh, yeah Miss”

Jessica laughed.

“Come on Mark, this is not a classroom, don’t call me ‘miss’”

“Oh, uh, in that case what should I call you?” asked Mark, awkwardly.

“You will call me Mistress from now on, pet” said Jessica, grabbing Mark by the waist “now let Mistress have a good look at you”

She snapped her fingers and suddenly Mark’s virtual avatar was completely naked. He remembered the bigs got all the control in this space.

“Y-y-yes Mistress!” squeaked Mark, not used to being handheld at all, and less to be naked around a woman so fast, and even less to enter into a dom/sub dynamic so quickly, but as Jessica, or well, Mistress had said before, the size difference really cut up a lot of needless chatter”

“You’re veeeeery handsome, pet” said Jessica, purring those words. Mark felt like being circled by a panther.

“T-than-” he began, before being cut by his Mistress.

“Good boys don’t speak” interrupted Jessica, not lifting her powerful stare from him “Good boys only say ‘woof’ and ‘yes Mistress’”

Jessica was still holding Mark by the waist, so she used the chance to shake him up a little, not to cause him any damage, but to firmly establish her dominion over him.

“Are you a good boy, pet?” She asked

“Yes Mistress” Mark said, obediently.

“Are you going to obey me?” she asked, again.

“Yes Mistress!” said an enthusiastic Mark.

“Good, because admittedly you’re too cute to have to discipline already” she said “Now let me have a taste of you”

Mark thought he misheard that final part but no, Jessica leaned in for a kiss at a titanic scale, that evolved quickly into her licking and savoring every part of Mark’s naked body. The simulation was perfect in every way. All the minute details of Mark’s virtual avatar felt handcrafted to Jessica’s tongue.

“Mistress had a veeeery tiring day at work today, pet…” she whispered into Mark’s ear, and even at this scale, the whisper came off as soft and stimulating to his mind “I want to unwind, you will help me…”

“Y-yes Mistress…” Said a Mark that was so horny he could barely think anymore.

“I want you…” said Jessica “to be a good boy for me… will you?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good, good…” Said Jessica, leaning back. With the saliva covered little man still in her hand, gently letting him down on her crotch.

“Go in” she commanded.

Mark was about to protest. You expect me to do all the work myself? To unzip your pants and just crawl in? but he kept those words to his mind. Good boys only said one thing.

“Y-yes Mistress” he half sighed, half exclaimed.

Then he got to work. She gently unzipped her Mistress’ pants, leaving an entrance into her most intimate places. Then he crawled in, fighting against the fabric of the pants. Each little move he made in his Mistress’ panties sent echoes of pleasure down her spine, causing her to moan and shift her position, changing the environment completely for Mark sometimes.

Then, he finally got under her panties, greeted by his Mistress’ titanic labia. He didn’t know what to do precisely at this moment. Nothing in your life prepares you to your first confrontation with pussy on the gulliverian scale. Luckily for him, his Mistress got to decide for him.

Her titanic hand came from under the fabric and pushed him inwards into the flesh cave. The walls covered already in his Mistress’ fluids made it easy for him to go in.

He was now against her fingers and her pussy, going in and out in a thrusting motion. He wanted to do the best. He wanted to be a good boy and serve. He let loose of himself, giving his body up to the currents of his Mistress’ whims and desires.

He should have been more careful. His Mistress was very rough. And he soon began to lose his consciousness, as he could barely breathe so deep in.

On her side of things, Jessica moaned, moaned and squirted. Mark was already logged off by the app automatically to prevent death. Just in time as she let go of all of her juices.

While on the other side the violent log off made Mark jump on his own desk. Jessica slept well that night, and made sure to bookmark Mark’s profile for another session, down the line.

—

Mark clicked on Angel’s profile.

He was greeted by a completely alien landscape. It was dark, moist, and the smell was weird. It was like a large cave, roughly two meters tall and about fifty centimeters wide. Mark had to walk on his side.

But as soon as he began to move. His whole world trembled and rumbled like an earthquake that plunged him even further down the cave. He could finally see there was light coming from far away, from a slit-like opening. Mark could barely breathe in the dank place.

And then, as he finally touched the walls, he noticed they were made of flesh.

Outside of the flesh walls, Angel was reading his notifications, realizing that the ant-sized boy he requested finally arrived inside his dick. To be honest, the sensation was weird as fuck, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The simulation was perfect, and his dick flesh was so sensitive that he could feel the boy’s little limbs fighting and trying to climb out.

“Tough luck twerp” Angel said out loud, with a voice as beautiful as a melody, although to Mark it sounded like a confusing boom.

Back in Angel’s dick, Mark hadn’t the slightest idea of where he was and wondered if it was a bug in the system, that maybe he had logged into a horror game room of sorts. Groaning, he opened the user interface to log off.

Only, the log off button was nowhere to be found.

Angel giggled, the twerp was probably panicking, maybe he already realized the app had been hacked. He could tell by the little one’s ever increasing erratic movements.

His giggles made Mark’s world shake, and he plunged deeper into the monolithic dick he was trapped in, although he didn’t quite know it was a dick yet.

Angel, for his part, relaxed in his bed. His boyfriend was right, hacking the game and undoing the death inhibitions truly made the experience a whole lot better. Fantasy turned reality by just altering a few lines of code, and it was untraceable!

He checked on the profile that matched with him again, this Mark guy seemed really cute… perhaps in another time he would have been glad to date him. But right now he was just an ant trapped in his dick.

And fuck, the sole thought of it made him harder and harder.

Back in Angel’s dick, the soft surface grew rigid and stiff, and the temperature rose by at least a noticeable amount. Mark screamed for help. But with their size difference in mind, there was no way Angel could have heard him. Not that he was going to help him out anyway.

Angel’s breathing got heavier. The cute boy was squirming and probably begging for his life down there. Fuck that was it.

He turned on his back and put a pillow between him and his dick.

Mark felt like he was on the worst kind of roller coaster, as his whole world turned suddenly upside down and the hardened walls closed on themselves, pinning him between them. He could barely move now, barely even squirm.

Angel started masturbating from his prone position by grinding his dick on the pillow. Thinking of the delicious suffering of his small victim. The thought of little Mark completely surrendered to his skyscraper dick made him into a horny beast. Grinding hard against the pillow, going back and forth. Letting himself go wild.

Meanwhile, Mark was about to pass out. He was getting nauseous from all the movement. But now the position of the flesh cave, bizarre as it was, made it easier to climb out. He just needed to crawl forward, the slit opening was just there.

“Fuck… oh fuck… oh god…” said Angel in between thrusts “don’t… don’t tell me you’re trying to escape little ant… my cute little ant”

Mark braced against his circumstances, summoning all of his strength just to get out of there. Wherever he was he would rather not be there. Whatever was outside of the slit opening was better than going down in this hell pit.

Angel felt all of his little efforts… thoroughly. They made his dick twitch. They made his whole body twitch with little sparks of pleasure.

He couldn’t keep it in for much longer.

“You’re… almost… there.. little…one…” he said. Once again, Mark only heard nonsensical booming sounds.

But Angel was right. Mark was just a couple feet away from getting out. He crawled forward, with the little strength remaining, screaming from the effort, adrenaline shooting through his body.

He managed to get one hand out.

But it was too late.

Angel was just about to climax when he came up with a really funny idea.

Still in between thrusts, he opened the hacked interface his boyfriend gifted him, where Mark’s size was displayed as merely 2 millimeters.

Wouldn’t it be funny to set the parameter to the lowest?

What if instead of millimeters, he set the stature at micrometers?

“Bye…bye…Mark…” he said “nice…knowing…ya”

And with a swipe of his finger, Mark shrunk further from the size of an ant to the size of an average bacteria.

At that moment, Angel came all over his cute bed.

Mark couldn’t begin to describe the utter shock of his new world when an immense fluid current came from behind him, propelling him at an enormous speed outside of his captor’s dick. There were sperm cells swimming alongside him in the current. Only then Mark realized where he was, sadly, this realization only lasted for the final milliseconds of Mark’s life, as he was soon obliterated by the impact against an unknown surface..

Angel sighed, overriding the death prevention might have been an extreme choice by his boyfriend but, looking down on the cumstain that held the remains of that cute boy. Angel had already forgotten his name and didn’t bother to check the app again.

Still, he smiled, winked and blew a kiss to the cumstain, where the utterly liquidated remains of that cute boy were, somewhere.

“Bye bye cutie, nice knowing ya”

—

Mark was pretty flattered by getting five matches on the get go but he still had this thing going with Sarah, so he obviously clicked on her profile.

He was on the floor. He immediately knew it was the floor because well, the massive furniture all around him. While the environment was completely and utterly alien to him, he managed to recognize it as a room.

“S-Sarah…” he called, still shocked from the size change.

“Up here silly” came Sarah’s familiar voice.

He looked around and noticed that the enormous things that his brain registered as black pillars in front of him were actually legs, and when he looked up, he saw Sarah’s grinning face looking back.

“Well, what do you think huh?” said Sarah

“It’s uhhh… I mean… It’s a bit weird to live out a fantasy don’t you think”

“Oh come on, little guy!” Sarah said, the words ‘little guy’ sending some kind of weird vibes down Mark’s spine. Pleasurable vibes nonetheless.

“I mean, I uh, I just mean” Mark stuttered. Perhaps it was best to go with the other picks, a total stranger would have been a lot less awkward than this.

“OH!” exclaimed Sarah “I see, you’re still not sure about it right?”

“I mean-”

Sarah cut him off by motioning with her hand for him to shut up while she searched on her phone.

“So what was THIS then?” she said, leaning down so that the billboard sized phone was visible to Mark.

It was their chat from a few days ago, Sarah had sent a pic of a girl pinning down a shrunken guy underfoot, with the caption ‘us lmao’. Mark liked the pic, as he reacted with a heart.

“Uhmmm…” started Mark.

“Well, you won’t know if you like it until you try it silly!” She said as she took her shoes off.

“Sarah don’t be hast-” Mark couldn’t finish the phrase, as the shoes Sarah kicked landed on some far place in the room and it sent shockwaves, tiny shockwaves, but noticeable enough they made him flinch,

And as he flinched, he had no way of resisting what was to come.

Sarah’s foot came down on him, it was as if a mountain had gently set itself on top of him. A mountain in the shape of a giant foot clad in socks.

Mark went down on his back and tried, acting totally on impulse, to fight the giant foot. All of this rather pathetic struggle made Sarah giggle.

“Aw, I hoped you would at least retain some dignity while snack sized…” Said Sarah, amused by the little fight Mark was putting up.

“Come on Sarah, it's not like I don’t like this but aren’t you being a little-”

“Shush your mouth, eat some feet loser” she said, gently accommodating her foot so that her big toe was directly above Mark’s face.

Mark cursed the advance of technology itself. The simulation of Sarah’s feet was damn near perfect, right down to the weird moistness of a foot that has been all day trapped in an office shoe to the smell of it.

He uttered some muffled protests. But as he opened his mouth, he let Sarah’s foot come in. A bad choice. As he could taste now the damp fabric that covered her foot.

“What was that little dude? Can’t heeeeear you!” Sarah cooed, gently from above.

Mark somehow managed to push Sarah’s toe away from himself enough so that he could turn his head and speak on his side,

“S-Sarah…” he said “alright, you were right”

“Hm? what was that?” Said Sarah, with the genuine curiosity of a kitten.

“You were right… I’m into this” and Mark wasn’t lying, he was already hard, something that Sarah had already noticed of course.

“Hmm” said Sarah “Not quite, lil’ dude, getting hard on a footjob is pretty standard stuff in size play”

“What do you mean?” asked Mark.

“You’re close to getting it, but not quite”

“Meaning?” insisted Mark.

“Size play…” explained Sarah “is not just about the size difference, it’s also about letting go of control”

She lifted her foot, releasing Mark, who immediately crawled back to a sitting position.

“Control?” he asked.

“Uh huh!” nodded Sarah “here, like this!”

She snapped her fingers and in an instant Mark's clothes disappeared completely. He was totally naked in front of her friend, co-worker, and situationship. With his little boner all out in the air. Mark instantly covered himself.

“You have to surrender control completely to me… that’s a big part of the experience”

Mark nodded “surrender control… okay…”

“Hey, don’t worry little dude, it’s just a simulation, remember?” Sarah said, reassuring him “besides it’s not like I'm going to crush you or whatever, relax”

Mark nodded again. Carefully, he laid down on his back again, still very hard, still very into it. He surrendered briefly at that moment. He closed his eyes and surrendered to Sarah.

He felt a joyous release. In that moment there was nothing else. No work tomorrow, no daily chores, no relationship problems. It was just him, in his little naked body, at the mercy of Sarah, everything completely at the mercy of Sarah.

“That’s it lil’ guy” said Sarah “Size play is all about that release of responsibility, to put all your trust in your big”

Mark opened his eyes, only to find Sarah’s foot above him coming down at meteor speed.

“SARAH YOU-”

He didn’t finish that sentence, he was completely squatted down. Mark respawned back at his room, fresh off feeling the shock of being crushed, with his breathing still accelerated.

Sarah sat back in her virtual bed and stretched as she prepared to log off.

“Of course, another big part is the betrayal of that trust” she said to herself. He was going to be pissed off, maybe. But he was going to want to try again.

Sarah just knew it.

[aspenwriter]

Stepped Sister

(Done as a commission for @Jayne_AD on Twitter with his OCs)

Jenn looked out of the window of her cab to the sprawling suburbs. Autumn leaves covered the streets, giving the whole place a picturesque and peaceful look. The houses, all of them pretty new, built just in the last decade, looked ancient under the afternoon light of late November.

The woman sighed and shifted her focus from the background to her reflection in the window. With her hand she brushed her black hair and adjusted her ponytail to her liking. She thought the haircut gave her a very professional and capable aura. And it combined well with her black blazer and pants, and her clean white shirt. In fact, Jenn couldn’t bring herself to appear unsuccessful to her family.

She was born in a wealthy asian-american family. Her dad was of the strict types. He ensured Jenn attended an elite high school, and was very concerned at all times with her grades and the contacts she made. He ensured she entered law-school. And even now that she was an independent adult, he always asked about work whenever he was on the phone.

And about a boyfriend.

Jenn looked to the side, to the empty seat at the side. This was the third Thanksgiving in a row without bringing a boyfriend home. She sighed. Why couldn’t she get a boyfriend? She had everything. Good looks, wealthy, stable job…

Maybe you’re just a bossy bitch? The words echoed in her mind and she almost let out a loud groan. They belonged to his little step-brother, from the last Thanksgiving they shared.

His name was Oliver. Jenn’s dad and his mom got together while Jenn was starting college and he was still in high school. As such, they didn’t share a childhood together and mostly interacted through family meetings and vacations where the two happened to coincide in home.

While Jenn’s dad was a strict helicopter parent, Oliver’s mom was a laid back wealthy new age type. Jenn loved her though, and always felt her advice to be useful and found her to be sincerely concerned about her stress during college, even though she was her daughter by law only, and the two had met when she was already an adult.

Still, she could have done a better job with Oliver.

“Here we are ma’am, 553 Laurel drive”

Home sweet home, Jenn thought.

She walked out of the cab and retrieved her luggage from the trunk. She gave the cab a generous tip and a five star review on the app. She sighed and looked at her family’s home.

The place was a true McMansion. Over three stories tall not counting the attic and extensive basement. A garage that could fit around eight cars. Walls of a rather ugly mix of white and gray bricks. And an extensive lawn. Jenn walked the brick road that connected the street to her family’s home, stopping in the entrance to get her keys from her pocket. Only for the door to be opened for her.

“Jenn! It’s so great to see you again!” said a woman. Jenn instantly recognised the voice. It was Maeve, her step mom.

She looked rather young for her age, sporting a long, curly red mane. And rocking a black sweater and some loose elephant pants with a floral, autumn colored design.

“Mom!” Jenn greeted, giving her a tight hug. She had always called her mom, no epithet.

“How’s life in the big city?” she asked, breaking from the hug and giving Jenn a kiss on her cheek.

“Ah, you know…” Jenn said, not wanting to get into discussing work, her home economics or her rather disastrous love life “same boring stuff as always…”

“Don’t worry about it, Jenn, we’ll have a lot of time to talk, you must be tired from the long trip” Maeve said “And here I am holding you hostage in the entrance, come in, come in!”

Jenn smiled and walked into the house. She was, honestly, really tired. Her old room was on the third floor, and not wanting to carry the luggage over the long stairs, she set it aside and walked straight to the living room. Maeve excused herself and returned to the kitchen.

“Hey sis!” said the voice of a young man. Oliver’s.

He was lying down on one the various sofas around the coffee table, with his feet up resting on the sofa’s arm. He was wearing a striped t-shirt and a dark gray cardigan over it, along with some relaxed-fit jeans. Big white headphones that connected to a Nintendo Switch were resting on his neck. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, having his old white socks up in the air. Said shoes were laying a few feet away from him, as if he had kicked them off. He had a rather messy hair, the same shade of red as his mom’s.

“Oliver” greeted Jenn, hiding a groan, walking past him and hiding the fact that she was very disgusted by Oliver having his feet up for all to smell.

He was playing a game on his Switch, and only paused it to briefly greet Jenn. As soon as she had sat down, he returned to it and put his headphones back on.

Jenn grabbed her phone from her pocket and began absent mindedly scrolling social media. Although, as she breathed in, the small hint of Oliver’s feet intruded in. Mixed between the natural smells of the living room, and Maeve’s favorite cleaning products.

Soon she couldn’t help herself but to stare, very coldly, at Oliver. It was almost automatic. She just kept looking at him, shooting daggers through her eyes. Oliver was very focused on his game, but he eventually felt Jenn’s stare through the corner of his eyes. Eventually he looked up.

“Your feet” Jenn said.

“What?” Oliver said.

Jenn motioned, as if playing charades, for Oliver to take his headphones off. He did.

“Your feet” Jenn repeated.

Oliver groaned “Oh come on, you’ve been here for like, what, a minute? and you’re already bossing me around…”

“I’m not ‘bossing you around’ Oliver, I’m concerned about this room’s clean air”

“This room is pretty big, It’s not my fault you’re on my smell’s trajectory” he said.

“Ohhhh ‘trajectory’! That’s a big word, little man!” Jenn said, not even trying to put a layer of sarcasm between her and her words.

“Wh-what is that supposed to mean?” Oliver said. Jenn knew he was insecure about being only 5'9". 

“Nothing, nothing…” Jenn said.

“You really need to learn to be softer, sis, that’s probably why you can’t land a boyfriend”

“Now what is THAT supposed to mean!?” Jenn said, the remark getting under her skin.

“Gee, you really need to get that stick out of your ass…”

“You know what? I just got here and you’re already being a bratty asshole!” Jenn said, standing up from her seat. “I just wanted to rest, the flight, the cab, the airport, everything is so tiresome, not that you’d know about it”

“What do you mea-” started Oliver, getting instantly cut by Jenn’s interruption

“You’re just a kid, you know nothing about responsibility, you just lay back there with your feet up in the air”

Oliver was about to answer, but Jenn just stormed out of the room. He returned to his game with a groan as he heard her going up the stairs.

Stupid fucking brat, Jenn thought. Oliver was thinking the same, although replacing the word `brat´ with the word `bitch´. They just couldn’t see eye to eye.

Jenn was walking now through the hallway absentmindedly, tired and angry. Ignoring everything, she just wanted to get to her room and lay down for a damn minute. However, that wasn’t going to happen.

She was distracted by a green glow, coming from a room, Oliver’s room. Although that was the least of places she wanted to get herself into, this time there was an abnormal exception. 

In the middle of his room, there was a green floating dodecahedron, transparent and glowing. Jenn had no idea where the thing came from, nor what it was, but she felt drawn to it. Almost hypnotized. She didn’t even feel her feet moving towards the green object.

The object had this mysterious allure to it. As if it was a beautiful flower and Jenn a frail butterfly coming to suck a bit of its delicious nectar. She felt powerless. And yet there was no fear in her mind. She wanted the object. She wanted it all for herself. She didn’t know why.

Jenn was in the middle of her bratty step brother’s room, a step away from the green gem. Without even thinking about it, she stretched her right arm to the jewel, and…

It disappeared.

As if it were nothing but a dream, the gem was gone, the greenish light was gone, she was just standing there in Oliver’s room all alone.

Jenn felt as if a spell was broken. She blinked once, then twice. She felt a warm touch on the tips of her fingertips, right where she was supposed to have touched the gem.

“Huh?” Jenn said, out loud. To no one.

But the warm touch didn’t go away. To her surprise it started… spreading, first up her arm, then to her chest and then to her entire body. She felt this heat slowly and surely overtaking her entire self.

She noticed she was frozen in place, she wanted to move her muscles but her body wasn’t responding at all, as if she was inside a statue.

Then she noticed the furniture in Oliver’s room all getting bigger and bigger. The desk getting farther away, the bed she was sitting in became like a plain. The floor down and the ceiling above become each like a chasm and the sky respectively.

This wasn’t happening, Jenn thought. She was shrinking!

And then her worst nightmare came to pass.

“Stupid Jenn, all high and migh-” Said Oliver, entering his room, and immediately noticing her dwindling step sister on his bed.

“What the fuck?” he whispered. His heart started to race, he looked to his sides and outside the hallway. Then, almost instinctively, he closed and locked the door behind him.

Jenn had finished shrinking when she heard the lock on the door. That made her flinch, and in the act of flinching she knew she had at least regained control of her body, that was a relief, and it would have been great if only Oliver wasn’t in the room and had he not locked the door.

“Well, well, well…” he began saying “just look what we have here!”

“Oliver” Jenn asked “What the fuck was that stone or gem or something doing in your room!?” she said, panicked.

“Stone? Gem?” said Oliver, genuinely puzzled “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Come on this isn’t the time to play games with me! What did you do to me!”

“Hmm, one correction! This just happens to be the perfect time to play some games!” he said, grinning.

That grin genuinely scared Jenn, she backed off, but her step brother was getting closer and closer to the bed, each step echoing with a boom through the pillowy surface of his bed. All of this made running away impossible. And with a step from Oliver roughly measuring up to who knows how many of hers it was beyond impossible.

Then, she felt two enormous fingers picking her up by the waist. Soon she was greeted by Oliver’s freckled smiling face and green eyes that gave off some of the most wondrous joy she had ever seen, as if he had found a little tressure.

She was frankly too terrified to even say something.

“Aw, what’s wrong big sis, scared?” he said

Jenn said nothing. And after noticing she was actually shaking, took deep breaths to calm herself, gather some courage and confront her step brother.

“Unhand me Oliver!” she barked.

The boy was taken by surprise, he didn’t expect that at this scale his step sister would remain so defiant and even a little arrogant, as always.

“You’re in no position to make demands, big sis” he replied, the smile not leaving his face still.

“You will unhand me NOW!” Jenn said, mustering the most commanding tone.

“And if I don’t want to?” said Oliver, his grin widening, getting even a little malicious.

“I w-will scream!” replied Jenn, with the first thing that came to her mind, hoping Oliver hadn’t noticed her voice cracking.

The giggle that came from his mouth sadly proved her wrong.

“Okay, okay sis, I’ll unhand you” he said.

Next thing she knew she was falling down in the air. She didn’t have a moment to scream before falling on her back on Oliver’s bed.

“THAT WAS NOT FUCKING FUNNY!” she screamed at Oliver.

“Gee sis, is that the loudest you can shout?” Said Oliver.

The obvious implication settled immediately on Jenn’s mind.

There was nothing she could do now.

She was at the complete mercy of her step brother.

Her stupid fucking brat of a step brother.

She wanted to scream, but as Oliver said, that thing that must have felt like a squeak to him was the loudest she could get. She gained nothing with screaming.

“Aw, don’t look at me like some sort of scared rat, sis, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you or whatever…” said a slightly disappointed Oliver. Because there was a little disappointment there, he had hoped Jenn would be humbled, not completely terrified.

“Y-you won’t hurt me…?” Asked Jenn, like a true scared rat.

“I promise, I really do Jenn, you might be small but you’re still my big sis” Said Oliver.

Jenn sighed a sigh of relief hearing that.

“However-” Started Oliver, and Jenn’s heart sank immediately.

“-that depends on your definition of hurt” he finished.

“No, no no no no no…” Said Jenn, shaking her head and getting on her feet.

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Said Oliver, motioning with his hands to get her to be still.

“Stop fucking playing with me!” Shouted Jenn.

“Sis, I haven’t started playing with you yet” Said Oliver.

“Wha-” started Jenn before being interrupted by Oliver coming at lightning speed to the bed. making her bounce a few inches in the air, but to her it felt like several feet. She landed straight back on the bed, again with on her back.

But this time she was pinned to the bed by Oliver’s face, his nose was firmly planted on her abdomen, right on her tummy.

“You know…” he said “I always thought you were very pretty…”

Each word sent a mouthful of warm air down Jenn’s legs. It was strangely comforting. The little warmth there. But she wouldn’t say it outloud ever.

“Wh-what do you mean?” She said, this time barely hiding her voice cracks.

“What I just said… you’re, you know pretty…” he said, now his voice cracking a little. Jenn could feel him even shaking a bit. Regardless of the size difference this was still a the first time Oliver got so close to a girl.

“Oliver… please, tell me exactly what you mean…” she begged.

“You’ve always been like, perfect, Jenn…” he said “Since I was a little teen I had hoped you would at least acknowledge me, pay me attention… I don’t know… it was nice when you were around without being bossy and stuff…” he said

“You… please don’t tell me you…”

“I like you Jenn” The words she feared the most.

“Oliver… we’re siblings…” She said.

“Step siblings… there’s not a drop of blood we share, so where is the problem in liking you?”

“It’s j-just wrong” She said, as calmly as she could, she was getting nervous.

“Who cares…” Said Oliver, unpinning her, crawling back on the bed. But this wasn’t with the intention of freeing Jenn from his grasp, he was just accommodating himself. Jenn was soon on his hands again.

His hands were a little shaky and Jenn could feel the sweat on his palms.

“Oliver…” She started before being interrupted by her brother’s kiss.

The kiss encompassed her whole face instead of just her lips, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Short, very short. The whole affair felt like a decade for both of them but it was shorter than a second.

“Sorry” Oliver said “First kisses are always awkward…”

Jenn was so thoroughly dumbfounded to say anything at all.

“Oh come on Jenn! It’s not like we can be, you know, a couple or anything” He said “I don’t like you like that”

Still dumbfounded.

“Wh-what I mean is that now you can be like, I dunno, a pet to me! You’ll be the little hamster ill bring to campus!” he said, trying to salvage it.

Jenn was, still, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Well not technically a pet since pets are animals and you’re like a shrunken person, but like what’s a word for a little person that has to rely on a big person now? This is completely new, they have to invent a new word for your situation!”

Jenn touched her face, where she was kissed. She didn’t feel disgust nor like her consent had been violated. If anything she felt slightly aroused. And yet still dumbfounded enough to say anything at all.

“Why don’t we go with shrinky? I have been thinking it over and it sounds way less dehumanizing than toy or pet and it doesn’t carry the baggage that slave does so I say we go with that”

Jenn finally spoke again.

“Yeah, let’s go with that”

“Nice! So you’ll be my little shrinky to play and have fun with and-”

“Oliver, I don’t trust your definition of fun” Jenn said.

“Well didn’t you have fun with our little kiss” he said, slightly petting her stepsister’s back with her index finger.

“I mean y-yeah it was a bit fun” she admitted, trying to hide the reddish hue her face had taken.

“You know I can think of more fun stuff to do now, to like, you know, have fun” he said, awkwardly.

Jenn felt like fighting an inner demon. This shit was wrong on so, so many levels.

But admittedly it was indeed fun.

Jenn was too embarrassed to say anything at all. Too visibly embarrassed on top. And she knew Oliver was going to enjoy every second of her embarrassment.

And the worst part is that she felt like she was going to enjoy a little bit of it too.

So she just nodded to her step brother.

“Perfect!” he said.

The first thing Jenn felt after those words came out from his mouth was his warm, fleshy, moist tongue coming towards her whole body. It was a completely alien sensation. At this scale, she felt it like a soft and yet porous surface, like a giant wet sponge. It was frankly indescribable. Jenn couldn’t relate the thing to anything else she had experienced in her entire life.

The next few licks were more confident than the first one. A little less awkward, but the awkwardness of the situation was almost inherent to it. They were step siblings, one was shrunken down to a few inches by a mysterious object and the other was a clumsy virgin who always wanted to do this kind of stuff but didn’t know precisely how to do it or what you were supposed to do.

And then frankly what are you supposed to do when faced with this situation? It’s not like there is a guided manual for what to do with your shrunken step sibling isn’t it?

He was in fact so clumsy with it that he had forgotten completely about taking her clothes off. The thing that would probably be step one in the guided manual if there ever were one. Probably written by them.

And then there was the other thing going on. The fact was that Jenn liked it. Jenn was absolutely into it. As much as also an unwilling part in it. A living contradiction. She wanted to get out of her brother’s clutches as much as she wanted to keep this going.

Oh god, this shirt is completely ruined now, she thought. The little rational part of her brain that was still working and not overwhelmed by her situation.

But the other part, the darker part, the one at the bottom of her consciousness, where the primal, animalistic instincts and desires are stored and kept away from our ‘civilized’ parts whispered to her: let him continue, let’s see where this is going.

And in this moment, that was the strongest part of Jenn’s mind.

She started to lose herself in the moment, just to be gently caressed by her step brother’s gentle licks. She was so lost in herself that she didn’t even notice the moment she was completely inside his mouth.

To Jenn this was like a wake up call, but only partially, she turned on herself to hold on to Oliver’s teeth, in an attempt to avoid the dangerous pit that was his throat. Grabbing on to teeth, she rolled over to the other side, on to his cheek.

Jenn was completely covered in saliva by this moment and admittedly she was starting to like it. Meanwhile, Oliver was now licking her in the back and ass, even though they were still covered by a blazer and pants, she hadn't even taken her shoes off.

Maybe it was that she was so occupied with her work or that she never got into dating but something broke inside Jenn while inside his step brother’s mouth. This was it. This was genuinely good. She felt loved. She felt warm.

However, just as she was about to actually moan, Oliver took her out of his mouth by picking her up by the waist, as he did earlier. The poor girl was a complete mess, her carefully kept attire now a wet rag. Completely ruined.

“Oh, sorry sis, I got carried away there…” Said Oliver, genuinely sorry.

“It’s… fine… it’s just fine… I can… always get new clothes” Said Jenn, the change in environment was so radical that she was a bit stunned. Her thoughts weren’t flowing right. 

Oliver almost felt pity to see her sister reduced to a wet, blushy mess. But just as Jenn had a darker inner side that wanted to see where this was going, so too did Oliver. He was way more empowered and emboldened by Jenn’s predicament however. And he was a bit more playful than Jenn’s. An idea occurred to him and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

“I need you to get somewhere warm fast… I uhh…” he didn’t know how to properly finish that sentence. So he just proceeded with his plan. 

Carefully he set the wet mess that was Jenn on the floor. Then he kicked his shoes away.

Jenn knew perfectly ahead of time where this was going and that rational part of her didn’t want to get to it at all. This was going to be the lowest of the low for her but her inner demons were stronger.

In a weird mix of willing and unwilling, she turned herself so she was facing upwards, just as Oliver was taking his socks off. She swallowed saliva, and began to unbutton her wet shirt.

“P-please… be gentle” she said, almost a whisper, she wasn’t sure Oliver could even hear her. There was no purpose in her saying that. It was almost just a formality.

Oliver’s feet came for her, clumsy and awkward as he was, he didn’t know where to particularly start. He was just hovering his feet above her. The smell was just as bad as before, when Jenn had the power to at least attempt to convince him to back down. Now she was completely powerless, completely at the mercy of his little step brother.

And it was glorious.

She was starting to lose herself here. She was starting to find that being reduced to this weak, powerless, pathetic form was the best thing that ever happened to her, that it was good for her to be here at the mercy of her step brother. That even if Oliver didn’t want to use the words `pet´ or `toy´ that was absolutely what she was reduced to now and it was glorious.

Oliver started to massage her. His bare soles came into contact with her skin now that she had at least unbuttoned her messy shirt. He didn’t lie, his feet were warm. The sole was even softer than she had expected. And the smell was completely overpowering.

“My, I distinctly remember you saying you didn’t like the smell of my feet, what’s up with that now huh big sis?” Oliver said.

Oh God.

The sole mention of the words `big sis´ almost altered Jenn’s brain chemistry completely. But the battle wasn’t lost yet. She bit her lips to hide a moan but damn she just wanted to scream it out. So she buried her face in between Oliver’s toes.

He giggled “no need to kiss my feet big sis” he said.

Very honestly whatever this massage was he was horribly clumsy at it. He was just grinding his foot on Jenn’s body. No concern for her pleasure or, well, her overall safety. He was inexperienced with women his own size already. It was no surprise that he didn’t exactly know what got Jenn’s ball rolling.

So he started to go lower, and lower, and then lower still. Until he got it. Something he did was just right. He smiled with pride in himself. This was the thing that got her ball rolling.

One of his toes was just above Jenn’s crotch. His massage had gotten gentler by this time, slower, less grinding and more like sweet and soft rubbing. 

For Jenn it was all over. From this point on all that was left on her mind was animalistic desire.

She couldn’t control herself at this point and under such pressure. She was literally twitching with pleasure, her mouth open and drool coming out of it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell her step brother that he kept on doing that, that he kept doing that forever. 

Biting her lips and hiding her face and mouth was no option at this point. To her utter embarrassment, she moaned loudly. If she was her normal size everyone and their neighbors would have heard that, her panties were completely soaked now, and not in just Oliver’s saliva.

She even passed out. For a few seconds.

Oliver himself was almost too tired of all that rubbing and playful teasing but this was completely different. He hadn’t expected to get her this far. It was not a scenario he was planning on.

He was beginning to notice that he was horny too. A lot. This had beaten every porn video or hentai he had consumed before by miles. There she was, the aloof and cold girlboss step sister, reduced to a wet, limp mess and covered in a combination of bodily fluids.

Oliver wasn’t thinking anymore, he was acting on impulse.

Next thing he knew he had picked her up. The girl was conscious now. Breathing heavily.

“More… more…” was the little gentle whisper coming out of her mouth.

He would be happy to oblige his big sister.

Still with Jenn in his hands, Oliver quickly went to the door to make sure it was properly locked, as he always did before doing this kind of stuff. 

Then he took his pants off and returned to bed.

Jenn was hugging his finger now. Still whispering, still lost.

Oliver didn’t think it twice. He dropped her into his underwear.

Jenn was so limp that her body didn’t generate enough adrenaline to wake her up even as she was falling for several feet into the soft fabric of her step brother’s underpants. She was still breathing heavily and hadn’t completely washed off the previous orgasm from her body.

And once she saw Oliver’s dick, almost as big as herself, she felt a mix of intimidation and the most horny thoughts she’d ever had.

This is fucked up. This is completely fucked up, back off now! Her brain screamed but her passions said otherwise. It was in fact hotter because it was fucked up and not despite it, this was going to be it.

Oliver carefully put a pillow between him, Jenn and the mattress. And then began to grind hard. His most sensitive skin feeling all the elegant curves of his step sister’s small and delicate body.

He was completely blinded by lust but he could still feel his step sister rubbing herself against his hard dick like a madwoman down there.

Jenn had, certainly, gone mad. She was ravaging his poor step brother’s dick. This was paradise. This was better than the damn office and that stupid college and being the perfect kid all the time. Fuck being the mindless pet of her bratty step brother was the way. It was simply the way the world worked right now. And it was perfect. 

Poor Oliver couldn’t keep it in for much longer. He exploded, muffling his moan by biting down hard on a pillow. 

After taking some mouthfuls of air, he sighed and rolled over. He could feel Jenn going limp again in his underwear.

He lifted his cum stained boxer to see his step sister absolutely covered in his load. From head to toe, a film of cum encroached her completely.

Jenn slowly crawled out of there, up to Oliver’s belly, and sat there. Silently.

“What the FUCK Oliver!” Jenn barked, returning to her old self.

“What? I thought you’d like it!” he replied

“I mean, I m-mean, I loved it but there was no need to fucking, you know, this” She gestured exaggeratedly at her cum covered body.

“Oh that, oh, yeah… uh… let me get you some wet towels”

Oliver picked up his step sister and left her on his night table. Jenn just stood there, completely covered in her step brother’s load, and she thanked God there was no mirror anywhere nearby.

Meanwhile, Oliver went to his desk, not so far away in the room where he retrieved some wet towels for her step sister. Still a little dumbfounded by the whole ordeal. He returned with one that, at this scale, was like a beach towel to the poor girl.

“By the way, you really seemed to have fun down there” he said, as Jenn was cleaning herself.

“Yeah, I guess I did” she said, getting a sticky heap of his step brother’s bodily fluids out of her otherwise perfect hair “and ruined a perfectly tailored suit in the process”

“Being grinded against my dick and all that…” said oliver before being cut off by Jenn

“Please don’t make this any weirder than it already is by saying it outloud” she pleaded.

“I mean yeah but you really did enjoy it” he said

“Y-yes” she said, again trying and miserably failing to hide her voice crack, to her step brother’s glee.

“And you really, really did enjoy all my footwork there!”

 “I did not…”

“Oh come on, you were literally squirming and moaning and-”

“ALRIGHT I GET IT” she barked, the good old Jenn really was back.

“No need to get all aggressive sis, we’re in this together now” Said Oliver

“Whats *this* huh?” said Jenn

“You know, we’re… uh, together…” Oliver said, trying to salvage his way out of this.

“Together *how*?”  she insisted

“Ugh I told you they haven’t invented a word for that yet, unless you’d like to go with pet?”

“I wouldn’t, thank you”

“I guessed so” he said, with a hint of disappointment, deep down he was already picturing himself enjoying this ‘pet’ idea.

“So what now?” asked Jenn

“Well… we need to brainstorm some ideas about how to hide you if I’m ever gonna get you to campus”

“What the hell am I supposed to do on campus?” asked Jenn, with a groan.

“Well, I can’t leave you here, what if someone discovers you?” he replied

“Alright, alright, you have a point…” Said Jenn thinking that one relative discovering her like this was embarrassing enough, she didn’t want to become the family’s little freak “We’ll go to campus together but please, before that, buy me some new clothes…”

“Consider it done big sis-” Said Oliver, before he was cut off by Jenn’s rather cold voice.

“Don’t call me that, please just don’t. I’m not lost on the irony but… you know…”

“Yeah… right” Said Oliver, his words leading to an awkward silence for a while.

He stood there silently, watching his step sister thoroughly clean herself. For some reason he turned away to give her some privacy. And heard a meek ‘thanks’ from behind him.

“So, about hiding me and whatever, do you have any ideas?” asked Jenn 

“That’s not how a brainstorm works, you have to start by saying a concept and-”

“Ugh alright!” Said Jenn, annoyed. “An easy one, hiding me in your dorm”

“Someone could get in easily”

“Hiding me in your backpack then”

“What if I get robbed or someone steals it from me then uh?”

“Uh, hiding me in your clothes then”

“Alright we’re getting warmer there but there’s the issue of not being able to use big hoodies or parkas all the time and they sadly have all the more convenient pockets”

“Alright somewhere else than a hoodie or parka”

“Hmm, I think I got something but it depends” said Oliver

“Depends on what?” asked Jenn

“How much did you like my feet?”

—

Oliver went down the stairs to get some snacks. It was deep in the night already. Everyone in the house was already asleep.

The cover story was very simple, Jenn had a work emergency and had to return as soon as possible to the big city. His mom was very sad that she skipped saying goodbye and had to return so soon but she understood. It was going to get harder when they actually had to file for a missing person but he wasn’t worried about that at all.

He was more worried about not crushing his big step sister underfoot. As it turned out hiding a tiny person in your shoes is a lot easier said than done.

He was in the kitchen know, a lot of food leftover from thanksgiving, and he promised his step sister some turkey after all.

She was completely back to her old self even after all they went through and all, he could hear her openly complaining a lot even muffled by his foot.

But well there was no one there to listen except for him.

It was weird, being step siblings and all but they would find a way to make it work.

His mind was racing with exciting thoughts about what to do with her. Hell, having her inside her shoe was already an exciting experience on its own. But what about college? She could use Jenn to get to know all the things the girls liked the most, use her as practice so to speak.

She would be hesitant at first, she would never change, she would always be hesitant and defiant and even bossy. Even at her reduced size Jenn will always be Jenn.

But even then, they were together now. His dream, thanks to a strange floating gem no one knew anything about and no one would ever know anything about, came true. He had her own little personal ‘word that hasn’t been invented to describe a tiny person in the care of a bigger one that wasn't a pet or a toy’

And fuck, even Oliver had to admit that this was all weird as fuck, but there would be no one to judge him nor her.

After all, no one would ever know.

Jenn was Oliver’s own little secret now.

[aspenwriter]

Canaan's Bizarre Buffet, Part 5/5

(Commission for @WaffleLeech on twitter, all characters belong to him)

Airomed was quite surprised to see that green flash of light just above her. She had hoped the potion would cycle him through a pair of dimensions before returning him back home. The fairy appeared to be surprised too, as he apparently didn’t have enough time to react and use his wings to fly in the air, and just fell down, bouncing off Airomed’s head and falling directly into her vast cleavage.

He was also carrying a great amount of tiny people with him. Some were stuck to his body thanks to a number of fluids, and some were tangled in his clothes. Some fell off with the impact between his butt and Airomed’s head, falling to their deaths or becoming fleas for an uncaring half-dragon to crush while giving her head a scratch.

Others get dropped off while inside Airomed’s cleavage. A few manage to prevent falling to their deaths by hanging on the half-dragon’s soft, warm flesh, only to be crushed to their deaths by Airomed simply adjusting her position, causing her two breasts to crash like great tectonic plates, squishing the unlucky into a red stain. Airomed cared for none of them.

“Oh… Lady Airomed!” said a blushed head poking up from between her breasts.

“Boy, what a surprise” said an unamused Airomed.

Canaan giggled nervously, it wasn’t uncommon for the two to share intimate moments together… but never so suddenly and unexpectedly…

Airomed simply sighed and fished the fairy up from her cleavage. “Well, the experiment was a partial success at least, the potion needs some stabilizing and-”

“It felt great!” Canaan interrupted, eager to tell his experiences.

“I’m sure it did, I concocted it after all” Said Airomed “But I’ve told you what I think about you interrupting me haven’t I?”

“I… uh…” began Canaan, trying to explain himself, only to feel Airomed’s grip around him tightening. Her arm moved in a dash, and soon Canaan found himself deep inside Airomed’s mouth.

The place was deep and dark like a cavern and hot like a volcano. The sheer force of Airomed’s throw caused the last few tinies still within him to shake off, falling into Airomed’s tongue, or directly inside her throat. Either way doomed.

“L-lady Airome-” said Canaan trying to apologize, only to be swiftly shuffled between Airomed’s cheeks by her tongue. Getting thoroughly licked in every part of his body.

Canaan relaxed. Airomed was just playing with him. She never got really mad with him after all.

Soon, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Letting Canaan shake away the hot saliva and take flight in front of her face.

Airomed was smiling softly, amused. “We’ll talk about the experiment later, take some rest, you’ve had a long day”

“T-thanks!” said Canaan wiping saliva off his face.

“And as promised…” Said Airomed, producing the same little vial with the tinines from her tunic from earlier that day, dangling it in front of the fairy’s face.

Canaan stretched his arms to grab it, but Airomed quickly backed it away.

“But I suppose you had your filling for today don’t you?” she said, smiling smugly.

Canaan looked like a sad puppy who had just been denied a treat.

“Im joking, of course” Said Airomed, throwing the vial to him “Have it”

The fairy managed to catch the vial with great dexterity, even if it was almost the size of his torso, and gave a hungry look to the terrified tinies within. “Thank you Lady Airomed!” he said. She gave his head some affectionate pats.

With that same soft smile, Airomed motioned for him to go with her hand, and Canaan nodded and began flying out of the room. “Just remember to come back to the lab by nighttime to discuss the experiment!” Said Airomed. Canaan turned back, gave some more enthusiastic nods, and flew away.

Airomed sat down on the couch and stretched her legs and arms. She had a lot of work to do, a lot of notes to review and…

What was this feeling?

There was something moving inside Airomed’s mouth, something small.

Airomed examined the strange small body with her tongue. Humanoid, a tiny. A tiny Cannan brought to this world.

The witch sticked her tongue out, and masterfully picked the tiny without harming a single bone. She examined the little insect gasping for air. Young, likely of noble origin… and she tasted a lot like Canaan’s cum. The fact that she was so familiar with that flavor flustered Airomed quite a bit.

The tiny was on a fairy dust hangover. She had seen many such cases. The tiny turned on her back, covered in a thick film of Airomed’s saliva, and became instantly paralyzed gazing at the truly titanic half-dragon.

“I know you” the titan said, in a perfect version of the language the tiny spoke. “You were the one riding my pet’s dick weren't you?”

Loretta, to her great shame, remembered all of it. Although her head hurt like nothing she had ever felt before and the situation was, quite literally, out of this world, she remembered what she had done with that giant fairy.

“W-who… who a-are you? Wh-what is happening!?” she exclaimed.

“Hm?” said Airomed “You have to speak up, bug, I don’t hear you at all” she lied, her ears were dragon-like in their sensitivity, She could hear a pin falling down in a crowded room and could easily hear and understand what Loretta was saying, thanks to her restless studies on the languages of the multiverse.

“Well, you’re quite lucky!” she continued “If you had been eaten by my pet like many others you would have suffered a fate worse than death,,,”

Airomed relaxed on her couch, letting her head rest on her free hand, and smiled with devilish intent to Loretta.

“Fairy biology is quite the thing, I’ve been studying him for years and still I dont get how it works…” she said, losing herself in her thoughts for a brief moment “a fairy doesn't eat for any sort of biological impulse, like us rest of animals. A fairy exclusively eats for magical substance”

Loretta stared up in both terror and confusion.

“All living things produce mana naturally, you see?” continued Airomed “Once a being has been ingested by the fairy, they’re kept inside the body while the fairy passively saps their mana over time… don’t you get it?”

The tiny was too terrified to even speak.

“It means that as long as I keep my pet fed, I have an inexhaustible source of mana… and since I’m the only sorcerer in the world that has figured this particularity of fairy biology in this world, I’m nearly godlike in my power…”

“Of course my pet thinks I’m but a simply scholar, and he is very happy to cooperate with me in whatever I ask of him, he doesn’t know I can achieve godhood through him… and I don’t want to tell him… we have a perfectly cute little partnership as it is”

“And he doesn’t know you little things are sentient, of course” Airomed took a small pause “It’s easier that way. A fairy keeps their prey magically and unnaturally alive as it saps their mana, and depending on the size of the soul and the fairy’s actual need for mana the process can take up to centuries, the physiology of the fairy magically adapting to the amount of prey it has catched… do you have any idea of what that means?” Asked Airomed to the terrified little woman in her fingertips.

“It means that inside of Canaan’s intestines there are hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Forever trapped, condemned to a centuries-slow process of digestion. All while having to navigate the lightless, infinitely large flesh caverns of his gut.” Said Airomed “I couldn’t imagine a worse way to die”

“And I, Loretta, saved you from this horrible fate” Said Airomed “be thankful while you’re going down my throat”

With this, Airomed gave her finger a lick, snatching up the terrified woman. And with her inside her mouth she swallowed.

Loretta wasn’t thankful at all, Airomed could tell by the faint screaming that slowly disappeared into her body.

For Airomed, Loretta wasn’t even a snack. She was little more than an inconsequential dozen of calories for her.

And yet she was speaking the truth.

Airomed knew she wouldn’t be. Not as her stomach acid dissolved her meek flesh in mere minutes, and that if she didn’t die due to the extreme heat of a half-dragon’s stomach.

But as she relaxed and checked the experiment notes she hoped all of those tinies that got to die with her instead of Canaan were thankful.

Really, really thankful.

[aspenwriter]

Canaan's Bizarre Buffet, Part 4/5

(Commission for @WaffleLeech on twitter, all characters belong to him)

Loretta was very busy that day, for a noblewoman like her, these kinds of boring managerial activities were better left, in her opinion, to those beneath her. But there was no denying that with the great wealth she and her family had accumulated over the centuries there was some managing bound to be done.

She sat on a desk of the most finely carved wood, and her pen was dipping with ink crafted from the most exotic of pigments. In front of her there was a pile of papers, all requiring authorizations to allocate funds to different investments, to pull funds from certain sinking ships, or to simply buy artwork and more decorations for the mansions’ numerous rooms. All of these papers required Loretta to read them, and give her yes or no, followed by a stamp and her signature, and it was boring work.

She sighed and took a sip from the cup of fine wine she had her servant bring for her just minutes ago to cope with the tedious work. This wasn’t the fun part of being a noble.

No, that was to party. Every month another damn second cousin was born or a third uncle met his demise in a stupid hunting accident, and that meant to gather the family for a period of serious discussions regarding their future, followed by a lavish banquet to celebrate the newborn or to say farewell to the newly departed, followed by everyone going to their chambers full of wine and steak and with their libidos high.

Oh that was Loretta’s favourite part. Everyone sat their dignities aside for those moments and just hunted for the best boy or girl they could find in that nice banquet to fuck their brains out. Loretta’s favourite were the young boys, around the twenty one and twenty five years of age. Not that she, at twenty nine, was all that much experienced, but she liked waving that experience around and dangle it above their pretty little heads. She always got to bed the prettiest ones.

Ah, how she wished for a pretty boy just now… a few of the servants she kept around might suffice for her needs but she needed something a little less familiar. Maybe she would go on a vacation to a far away land to-

A loud ‘poof’ sound high above her interrupted her thoughts.

A ‘poof’ sound?

That was strange, clearly not a thunder and certainly not the sound of the wind. But nothing important enough to make Loretta move an inch from her desk. She didn’t think that much of it.

Then, however, came the screaming. Loud crowd screaming from outside her mansion.

Loretta paused and looked to her left, where a sole window let the sunlight enter her study. A window which led into the city.

She felt the need to look.

Swallowing her initial apprehension, she set her quill aside, and went to the window. The people were terrified, screaming uncontrollably, running around like rats on a basement that has just been lit by a lamp.

But there was just nothing there to be afraid off. There was no sense to this commotion. That, until Loretta, who had looked in every direction, looked to the last possible place: up.

And there he saw him.

It was a young boy, in fact, just the kind of young boy Loretta was bitting her lower lip thinking of moments prior. Only he was massive. And it had wings.

Wings? Like a fairy?

A fairy was such a ridiculous concept in a world like this, where the wonders of science, gunpowder, steel, and the steam engine pushed all those superstitions aside. Where ships were sailing to all continents looking for lands to explore and markets to expand, this was utterly ridiculous.

Also fairies were supposed to be small.

The whole impossibility of the situation didn’t affect Loretta until it finally settled that a titanic sort of fairy boy was, in fact, fluttering his wings above the proud Free City of Augustburg. Then her breath began to slip out of control and her heartbeat soared.

Where the fuck was the guard? The cannons should be firing this monstrosity out of the air already! The docked dreadnaughts should have unloaded all of their deadly charges on this… colossus!

But no effort to combat him was made.

Why? What was going on?

And the screaming had… ended.

A strange sepulchral silence befell Augustburg. The people, once in panic, were awfully quiet and still, as if everyone had just had a chamomile tea before bed. In fact, Loretta herself was feeling… relaxed.

Now, what Loretta didn’t know was that all fairies carry within themselves ‘Fairy Dust’ and of course Canaan was no exception. Fairy dust has a long list of possible effects depending on the dose and the living organism it is applied to.

To a human, the effect would consist of a little bit of relaxation. Nothing to create hard drugs off. To tinies, however, it’s a different story altogether.

The dust works very differently at that scale producing a series of effects neatly divided in stages. And poor Loretta is going to experience them all one by one.

As of now, as with all of the Free City of Augustburg that as much as took a breath during the last minute, comes an instant sense of relief and relaxation.

Loretta felt her grip on the window loosening. She couldn't find the strength to grip it with force and seconds after she couldn’t even bother with figuring out why exactly was this happening.

Life seemed so easy for some reason.

Then it came the turn for stage two of fairy dust intoxication: attraction.

In their natural habitat, fairies need to sap the energy and mana of other living creatures in order to survive and to sustain themselves, for that reason, exposure to fairy dust provokes a slight attraction to the fairy that sparkled it. Like the sweet aroma that insects think come from flytrap plants.

But on this scale, the attraction the poor tinies felt for the giant fairy was, instead, a mad, insane lust. Once he had safely landed near the city center, he found that a large crowd was gathering, with blank eyes, around him.

And among them was Loretta. She had run past her servants and made her way sprinting across the manor. Then, she squeezed herself amongst the gathering crowd, wishing to be on the first row of spectators for this great guest.

The fairy sat on his butt, with her legs extended to the crowd. Of course, wanting, desiring for them to worship their feet, Loretta thought. And many indeed did, running towards his soles to massage and to rub their whole bodies against them. But Loretta wasn’t such a lowly peasant as to worship even a deity’s feet, Loretta was aiming for bigger goals.

This was going to be her party, and she was going to bed the cutest boy in it.

Even if said boy was a giant fairy.

Loretta broke from the crowd and ran straight for the space between the fairy’s legs.

He seemed almost perplexed by it, but he allowed it, with an amused smile on his face.

Loretta realized as she ran that the enormous dress that she was wearing was an impediment, and tried to take it off. Only to find out that doing it alone was extremely difficult. Of course it was, she needed two servant girls to put this thing on and off! 

But she didn't have time to get her servants, she also wasn’t expecting anyone in this crowd of peasants to help her, so she just ripped it with her bare hands, strengthened perhaps by the insane lust she felt for the giant fairy,

Stripped to her underwear, Loretta got under the giant fairy’s robes, meeting his two gargantuan balls. And just up there, her target, the thing she was looking for. Her way into consortship with this new giant guest.

The fairy’s dick was prodigious, even taking into account the relativity of his overall size, Loretta wasn’t expecting less from her new husband-god. But to get to the husband-god part he needed a bit convincing.

So first she began climbing his balls. With every slight little touch, the giant’s whole body reverberated with pleasure and delight. If she wanted, Loretta could have spent all day worshiping his balls. However, she had bigger goals in the part of her brain that still allowed for semi-independent thought.

She pulled herself up, and up, climbing ever closer to his dick.

“Yes, my lord Canaan… soon, my lord Canaan” she whispered as she climbed, not knowing where she had learnt her name, nor realizing the extent of the fairy’s psychic penetration of her mind.

Finally, Loretta was against Canaan’s great fleshy mast. It was euphoric to stand on top of it before anyone else, it was an honor, but there was still some work to be done.

Her god needed pleasure.

And she was going to be the first woman on this planet to bed a god.

Well, not necessarily “bed” but still.

She went on her all fours, and crawled like a baby until she reached her new god’s most sensitive parts. The dick throbbed and palpitated with each step she took, getting harder, his blood pumping more forcefully into it.

Then, when she was at the tip, she clinged to the giant dick hard, and then rubbed herself against it, in an up and down motion. This only got the hard flesh even harder. The vigorous blood pumping into it ever more strongly.

Every time she moved up or down she felt the giant above moaning with pleasure. She felt his whole body getting into it, his legs trembling just over how good what she was doing felt for him. It was full of ecstasy for her too, as Loretta’s movements made sure she wasn’t let out of the pleasing of her senses.

Sweat began appearing not long after, inundating the ‘room’ that was formed by the covering that Canaan’s robe provided with the delicious aroma of the musk coming from between his balls and legs. All was a feast to Loretta’s sensory world. All a place to bask in the presence of a being much greater than herself, to drown oneself in worship and dedication to your betters.

Is this perhaps what all those people serving her felt? No, this was something much greater, there was the divine element involved. Loretta’s servants worked with dedication and great effort for her but in the end Loretta was only human. What she was doing for Canaan was more than just serving, it was worshiping, it was exalting. Simply put, she was now a priest for him.

A substance began emanating from the tip of his holy dick, soft and wet and milky, only precum, much of it splattered onto Loretta’s semi-naked body. She swallowed a mouthful of the sweet manna but she wanted it all. She wanted to see her god to howl a final great moan that would shatter her universe. So she continued, harder, faster, kissing and licking the exposed sensitive skin of her new master.

And soon enough it came. A world-breaking moan that brought upon itself the almost instant relaxation of Canaan’s at that moment hardened dick and the ejaculation of his whole holy load. All in Loretta’s happy and satisfied face.

“Have I pleased you, oh Lord… was I good, was I a good servant…?” she said, in between taking long breaths. Loretta had to clean her face of Canaan’s cum just to be able to breathe, and her poor little muscles were completely exhausted at that point.

She felt the world inside her God’s clothes fading to black, and herself falling back. She wasn’t conscious by the time she laid stuck on a puddle of cum above Canaan’s pubes.

—

Among the multitudes of people surrounding the giant fairy that appeared out of nowhere was a young lady called Anne.

Anne was of no noble origin. She was born to a middle class family of merchants and traders, the third daughter of a fourth son. She was destined for nothing in her life. Fate had served her a modest plate: to marry to a managerial class administrator, or government official, or military and enjoy the best life her lack of pedigree could offer.

But Anne wasn’t content with the hand fate had dealt her. Against her father’s wishes, she pursued a career in the Naval Academy. Shrewd of mind and with a silver tongue, she convinced the richest families of Augustburg to invest into her startup expeditions to new lands, from which she brought back spices and silk. Soon gold was pouring in Anne’s coffers.

Coffers she kept for herself. She wasn’t sharing anything with a family that lacked the vision to pursue businesses and markets beyond the mediocre ones they were accustomed to, and that lacked the faith in the young upstart daughter with a dream. She cut all ties.

Anne had become one of the most influential and successful entrepreneurs in the City in what seemed like a blink in her life. She now directed a small merchant flotilla all by herself and dealt in all sorts of commodities: from the spices and silks that she had started with, to rare animal furs, minerals, gemstones and fine products from all corners of the world.

And now here she was, in front of her an impossible sight: Canaan. A name that she didn’t know how exactly got into her mind, but that it was one hundred percent belonging to the creature in front of her. The creature covered in worshipers stuck to his skin by his sweat, drawn to every part of his body.

Anne felt that craving too. It ate her up, she didn’t know why but she desired Canaan. She desired to partake in his desires. She wanted to be close to him. She wanted to please him.

No… It wasn’t her wish. Anne was strong of mind enough to notice it. It was Canaan’s wish. It was invading her, infecting her. In the same way the pneumonia virus multiplies in one’s lungs destroying the organ’s tissue in the process, Canaan’s desires jumped from neuron to neuron inside of Anne’s brain. Overriding her free will.

Anne had just noticed it. The dissonance between her emotions and her behaviors. Why was she even here? Why had she come to see the giant fairy boy?

Anne’s mind raced to find a way back to the last minutes of her life. She was doing her regular business at the docks. Then the flash of green light in the sky, and then that strange giant boy and the dust coming from his wings…

She then felt a strange relaxation. All of her life seemed like a beautiful flowing river, ever changing. She noticed how she was seemingly floating in that river. Her body had disconnected from the ground. It was moving on its own towards the source of some new alien desires brewing up within her.

That was the key word here. Alien.

The things she wanted to do… oh, the THINGS she wanted to do now.

She wanted to mount Canaan’s giant dick like it were a horse and please him. She wanted to bathe in his sweat and saliva and cum. She wanted to get close and scream his name from the top of her lungs in an act of worship. She was going to be a willing sacrifice, to be scooped up from the ground and inserted in whatever orifice Canaan decided until her legs stopped kicking. He was her new god, and she loved it.

But no, this wasn’t her. Anne knew it wasn’t her. It was this strange mental infection that was corrupting her brain with a want for debauchery and servitude in the name of an invader. It was not late. Anne retained a bit of herself, against all odds. Years and years of careful planning her business ventures had granted her a strong mental fortitude and a tight grip on material reality.

She wanted to vomit. It was taking the whole of her psyche to resist the need, the craving to run up and… to rub herself against his body like if she were a dog, a monkey or any lower mammal, a mere animal.

Anne hadn’t noticed but she was almost instinctively averting her eyes from the scene in front of her. The more survivalist parts of her most primitive mind screamed to her not to look, while the emotional side of the brain, almost completely overriding its rational counterpart, softly whispered to take a little peek.

The thought terrified her. Anne was paralyzed there among the crowd. But even with her eyes closed and directed at the floor, there was sound. There were sweet, sometimes soft, sometimes passionate moans from a wide chorus of people in front of her. Sometimes interjected by the most terrifying sound of all: Canaan himself.

The fairy moaned and sighed in a very fine and delicate way, it was hard for Anne to admit, but it was the most beautiful sound she ever heard. They felt like melodies from the world's finest orchestras, playing the tunes of the most genius among composers. It was disgusting. These feelings were wrong, she knew she shouldn’t be feeling this… this… filth…

But then the god boy moaned in the utmost pleasure. Anne knew that kind of sound. It was a the same howls the young men in the pleasure houses she liked to visit made when reaching climax…

The boys always looked so adorable… with their eyes looking upwards to the heavens and their mouth locked open, sweaty… there was no sweeter smell for Anne than that which appeared when those among the most delicate of man whores climaxed.

Her neurons did what neurons do best: race for pattern recognition. As soon as she heard the moan, her mind was inundated by memories of the young men at the pleasure houses…

That blonde one, the one with the green eyes who had to bite the towel so as to not scream so loudly that he would break his vocal cords…

Would Canaan look as beautiful as he did?

Her eyes opened almost automatically at that thought. And all the world stopped.

She was looking at the ground, there was sound around her but she couldn’t make heads or tails about what any of it meant. Her eyes moved on their own, and soon her head did too. The only sound she could really comprehend was her own mouth breathing.

There he was. In a scene that looked to Anne like an artistic depiction of the scenes of the myths of the lustful gods of old. Canaan was laying on his back on the floor, His body was covered in naked people, less than people now really, worshippers.

They looked ridiculously tiny in comparison to him. Pathetic even. They thrust widely at flesh where no opening could be found, they bathed in his abundant sweat. Some became stuck in it, down while massaging his soles and up while licking and rubbing themselves against his armpits.

And Canaan himself… was like an angel.

No.., like a god.

His head was still locked in the pleasure of the climax, looking up with his eyes in a blank and his mouth open although no sound came out from it anymore. His wild short brown hair was completely damped in the sweat of his passions. He was the most magnificent creature on this planet.

Anne’s heart was racing. Do not look at him screamed her instincts. And using her breath as a guide, Anne slowly grounded herself out of this ecstasy. The natural feelings were coming up again: this was a disgusting situation and she needed to get up and running away as fast as possible.

Her legs were barely initiating the motion of turning away when she met the eyes of the god.

Canaan was looking down at her. Resting on his arms in a semi sitting position just after his climax.

He was looking down at her with the satisfied smile of someone who had just found the thing they wanted. The perfect gift, a delicious meal, a rare jewel. Anne knew that look well. It was how she herself smiled when picking up her own toys at the pleasure houses. Dominant, confident, and yet amused and cocky.

Anne thought he was the prettiest boy she had ever met.

And then their eyes locked. Anne immersed herself in the two cartwheel sized brown eyes like they were seering crystals. Like they were the most precious pieces of shiny Topaz she had ever seen. And at that moment Anne knew it was over.

To be directly looked at by the fairy made Anne freeze in terror. Canaan was smiling softly as if this was nothing but a cute game for him to play. Still staring at her, he picked up a handful of worshippers from the crowd.

His hand flew past Anne while she was still frozen in place. The sheer force from his arm extending into the crowd made the wind fly in her direction. Not enough to make her fall down on her back but enough to make her lose a little balance and to take a few steps back.

One by one, he began dropping the people trapped in his hand into his open mouth. Just as if they were a little snack.

Some screamed as they fell, either in ecstasy or terror or a mix of both. Canaan swallowed some swiftly and for some he took the time to taste them and shuffle them around his mouth. Anne couldn’t stop looking.

She was horrified, but at the same time completely mesmerized by the giant. She just couldn’t stop looking.

And for some reason, she knew why. Canaan wanted her to look, and the desires of the fairy were her desires too.

When he swallowed the last one, she noticed that she had been drooling. Her mouth was almost completely dry, and she felt that bitter flavor in her mouth. Anne wiped a trail of saliva from her left cheek.

Then she blinked and she was flying in the air.

No, not flying, she thought. Canaan had grabbed her by the waist.

“Do you like me?” she said to no one as she was undressed. Her mind an almost complete blank by now.

Canaan eyed his new toy, she was actually very pretty for a tiny. Anne had a long mane of raven-black hair and beautiful green eyes. She combined these features in her clothing, wearing an ornate and expensive black dress and adorning herself with emeralds encrusted in silver pieces of jewelry.

While he certainly loved her taste, he wondered if she also took the time to invest into also combining her undergarments.

“D-do y-you like me…” she repeated, for some reason slightly nervous. Even the overdose of fairy dust couldn’t overrun her shyness. She had dominated a lot of people before but this was still her first time being submissive and subservient so someone else. She was bound to be at least a little bit nervous.

Canaan didn’t say anything, he did not speak her language. And he was a little too much on a high from all the little ones worshiping him that he didn’t read her expression beyond ‘I am a toy and I want to be played with’

Carefully he placed her on his open palm and picked her dress by the waist, sliding it up her body. revealing she wore a black camisole, black bra and black panties under it. The all black attire amused Canaan a lot.

He rolled her around his hand with his index finger, playfully fidgeting with her, feeling her body, her curves, her little limbs all around his hand.

“P-please…” Said Anne, leaving a trail of saliva from her open mouth in Canaan’s palm “I… I w-want to p-play…”

Not being able to hold it anymore, Anne ran up Canaan’s arm, surprising the fairy quite a lot. He didn’t stop her, he wanted to see where this was going.

Anne slid under his robes, right under his shoulder. His whole body was sticky from all the sweating he was going through and it made it very easy to climb it. Once Canaan understood well where she was going, he lifted his arm and with his other hand helped her by picking her and sticking her right in his armpit.

A few other worshipers were already stuck there completely. Like insects stuck to flypaper. Canaan eyed his armpit for a free spot, and without finding any, he cleared some space for her by dropping some unlucky worshipers down his clothes.

Once that was done, he pressed an excited Anne against his pit.

The smell was totally overwhelming. It was so strong that it became Anne’s complete world for a moment. Deeply in her passion she closed her eyes and buried her face in his pit. Letting the humid flesh embrace her, feeling her face deep inside. 

The pit was shaved clean. but at this scale little hairs were beginning to peak up like growing blades of grass from the ground. She gave it a good sniff, letting the stagnant air from her god’s armpit fill her lungs. It was almost acidic at this point, and the fairy dust did some heavy lifting to make her endure it.

Anne knew, however, that it wasn’t enough. She felt Canaan’s fingertip pushing her head in, and soon she began to kiss and lick, like the worshipers from before, but Anne’s were more passionate and dedicated than Canaan had expected.

Its flavor was salty, and with every lick Anne’s mouth got filled with his sweat and the grime that accumulated in that place. Anne thought that even after all the feasts she had attended, this was the most delicious flavor to ever grace her tongue.

“M-more… please… I w-want more…” said Anne, her face half buried in Canaan’s armpit. He just heard barely audible sounds, muffled by his armpit flesh.

Still, Canaan was able to hear her plea, or at least the cute noises her voice sounded like to him. It would seem that this toy didn’t break easily. Those were the best of toys.

Canaan lifted her from his armpit, her carefully well kept hair was completely ruined, soaked in sweat from both him and herself, and with remnants of the dirt that naturally formed in those places.

Then he turned his whole body, laying on the ground on his belly. The sudden movement had so much force that it shook off a lot of worshipers from his body. They went flying up in the air and crashing on the ground. Thankfully, since he was laying down, no one was crushed or very badly harmed from it.

With his free hand he pulled the neck of his robe and slipped Anne on his back. The poor girl rolled over his whole body, until she reached both of his hill sized ass cheeks. 

It was so tantalizing… poor Anne stared with blank eyes and an open mouth at this great chance her god had given her. She hadn’t seen any other worshipers here. The place was cleared for her. This was her place to be.

She couldn’t walk on the wet surface and with Canaan’s robe pressing her against his back from above. All she could do was barely crawl forwards.

With every inch she grew closer to her goal. The smell became funnier, of course, but her desire made her press on.

She still remembered her time in the pleasure houses, how some of the boys liked to be fingered in the ass. Now she could be a finger herself for her god.

When she got to his butt crack the whole ordeal became harder, Canaan was lazily laying on the ground and made no effort to help her. In fact, he was playfully using his legs to get the place as tight as he possibly could. Soon Anne had to crawl sideways, with both of Canaan’s cheeks smothering her from the front and the back.

But there it was, just a little bit forward. She was already lubricated, covered in a great film of Canaan’s sweat and her own.

She placed one foot first, gently stimulating Cannan’s anus. The fairy reacted by squirming and softly moaning, stretching his back and legs, giving Anne more room to proceed.

Then the next foot came in, the slightest movement made Canaan’s whole body react. She was already waist deep in his ass. She held on her god’s flesh on the sides of the sphincter to pull herself up and down.

Every time she did this motion she felt the pleasure traveling to all of Canaan’s nerves, and she felt her arms growing tired and weary. She felt Canaan grinding prone against the ground. She felt his breathing growing more intense and his body getting hotter.

She herself was in total ecstasy. Submitting herself to his body was her true calling in life. She closed her eyes, basking in the glory of the scene.

She didn’t notice Canaan’s finger coming from above. Pressing her inwards. She didn’t realize the situation she was in until she was neck deep inside his ass. Only then she knew. This was the feeling she got when they locked their eyes. It was her end.

He pushed a little bit more, and with a deafening moan, Anne was deep inside him, never to be seen again.

—

Canaan let out almost all the air inside his lungs in one big exhalation. He turned on his back again and let the back of his head rest on his hands.

He smiled to the sky, he was satisfied.

A part of him wanted to remain here forever. A world of snacks and toys, but he knew eventually the fairy dust was going to wear off and these people wouldn’t be so willing to play with him anymore.

And, of course, the potion would return him to his home… eventually.

Right now, he was happy.

Although he felt a slight itch coming from his groin. Strange…

Oh right! He had forgotten about the girl stuck to his pubes. 

But just as he was reaching inside his robe to get her out of there, he felt that funny feeling again.

And in a flash of green light. Canaan, and everything and everyone on his person at the moment, returned to his home.

[aspenwriter]

Canaan's Bizarre Buffet, Part 3/5

(Commission for @WaffleLeech on twitter, all characters belong to him.)

“Are you heading for the castle today, Lia?” Asked a city guard.

“The Count is expecting me” replied an excited Lia “we’re set to close a deal on one hundred bottles of my best wine!” 

Lia was a merchant. And she was pretty good at it. But today was set to be the finest day in her career. The Count of Watertree himself had grown enamored with the fine wines Lia was selling, and after a few talks and negotiations, she was finally invited to sign a contract to supply the castle.

That of course was how Lia expected this day to go. The worst thing that could happen in her mind was that the deal was delayed, a few days at best.

She was not expecting what was about to happen.

A flash of green light erupted from the bottom of the castle uphill, just a hundred or so feet from her. And the castle crumbled. The Count was still most likely inside.

And then a figure emerged from the ruins. It… it looked like a fairy? But fairies aren’t supposed to be hundreds of feet tall!

It must be a Demon! Thought Lia.

The Demon shrugged off the bits and pieces of the castle stuck on him and shook the dust and smaller bits off. Causing a bricks to shower on the city, impacting windows, carriages, and people… like the city guard that just recently had greeted Lia.

She was terrified. Completely paralyzed with fear.

 But then she heard something that made her most primal instinct kick in.

The demon’s stomach began to growl loudly.

At this scale it was like the growls of a dragon. In the instant it was over Lia was filled with adrenaline. This was a dangerous situation, a dangerous place to be. The deal being impossible is the least of your problems now, her body said.

All around her she began hearing the screams of the running crowds. All over the city, she thought, people must be trying to find a way to get as far away as possible from the Demon.

She began walking back, slowly… but then the Demon made eye contact with her.

He had such a pleasant face, she thought, were he smaller she would have thought of him even cute.

However, there was a hunger in his eyes. The very eyes that were staring down at her.

She ran.

She ran as fast as she could, as far as her comparatively little legs allowed her. And yet it was not enough. It took the Demon all but one step to catch up with her.

Lia was so focused on getting away that she didn’t notice the Demon squatting behind her and reaching out. Maybe if she did she could have dodged the giant’s hand, but it was useless now.

She was caught firmly in the Demon’s grip. All she could do was scream and squirm, but it was hopeless. Even if she did break his grip she would fall hundreds of feet to her death, and even if someone heard her screams there wasn’t anything they could really do to help.

Lia prayed to the gods in a last ditch effort to be saved. “Please… oh please Gods above… please just let me go…” she whispered, eyes closed.

And then she felt the grip of the titan loosening. For an instant Lia thought that she had indeed been saved. That it was all over, it was just a bad dream due to the nervousness before the day she was about to close the deal of her life.

But when she opened her eyes hoping to see the morning’s sunbeams entering through her window, all she saw was the open maw of the Demon. He was just toying with her, he was just having some fun at her expense.

He just dropped her in his mouth.

Lia returned to futile panicked screaming.

“No… NO, NO!” She exclaimed as she felt the Demon’s tongue’s soft and wet touch. At this scale, the taste buds were just big enough to grab them as if they were some kind of moss or grass, providing a grippable texture for Lia’s hands.

With all the strength her panicked body could muster, she pulled herself up and sprinted to the gaping cave-like entrance that was the Demon’s open maw. There was no hope in this. All she could gain by jumping out was a fall to her sure death.

And yet she made the run. The adrenaline shooting through her blood making her sprint at a speed she had never seen before, she extended her hand without thinking and it tasted a small ray of sunlight.

In fact, the last ray of sunlight she ever felt touching her skin.

The demon closed his mouth, forever more shutting Lia inside his body. If Lia’s sprint had gotten her a few inches further the strength of the Demon’s teeth would have cut her hand off. And without the ability to get medical attention a wound like that would surely be fatal.

This, in due time, would prove to be a better alternative than digestion.

The Demon’s tongue pushed her upwards, against his palette. He uncaringly rubbed her strongly against his palette, his tongue getting the full extent of Lia’s delicate flavor.

He shuffled her around his mouth, pinning her between his check and his tongue. Then the other cheek, then the palette again. Lia was too tired to scream anymore. The tongue was so strong that by now every muscle in her body ached. The adrenaline’s effect had worn off.

All that was left of her was a numb body, covered in black and purple bruises and the Demon’s hot saliva, ready to be consumed.

She didn’t even fight his tongue as it pulled her downwards, nor did she try to scream, and spoke no final plea to the gods that had abandoned her.

All Lia did as she fell down the Demon’s throat was hope his digestion was quick and painless.

She was wrong.

———

“Did you see that!?” Said Sirin “that Demon ate someone!”

“We need to get out of here!” Said one of the dozens of citizens taking refuge at the Caged Rat Inn. The irony of the name wasn’t lost on anyone.

“And risk be devoured?” Said Sirin “you’re completely insane!”

“Well I’m not gonna wait here until he fucking eats me!” Said that same citizen “I don’t care what you say!”

Sirin watched powerless as the citizen stormed out of the room, heading to the first floor and eventually outside the inn. Then she returned to her place peeking out of the window. She wasn’t fit to run, in fact she wasn’t fit to do anything overtly physical, she was just the Count’s librarian. But the count was now dead and his library now among the rubble that was his castle.

She was lucky not to be inside the castle when the Demon arrived. Sirin was outside in the market district running an errand. Buying some rare books. That saved her life. Although she honestly wasn’t really enthusiastic about hiding like a rat either.

All she could do was wait and watch. She and a couple dozen individuals who knew running was probably useless decided to take refuge inside the nearest Inn they could find. But Sirin was a curious soul. Luckily the Inn had two floors and a stained glass window from which she could peek out.

The outside was complete chaos. Screams of terror and the booming sounds of the giant’s steps were all she could hear. And from her vantage point she could see the Demon going around picking people up from the street to devour. It was a disgusting spectacle but one she could not take her eyes out of. Her survival depended on her ability to keep track of where the Demon was.

He did so with a face of such an oblivious delight that Sirin couldn’t help but to be disgusted. It was as if he was mocking them. As if he didn’t hear the screams of terror and the pleas for mercy.

We’re prey, we’re just his fucking prey, thought Sirin.

What the hell was she supposed to do now? Even if she survived her livelihood was completely ruined, very literally ruined by the way. The city was done for. All she could hope for was to become a refugee or a scavenger. And then…

Boom.

Oh no.

Sirin looked from her vantage point and her fears were confirmed, the giant was heading this way.

She ran downstairs where the rest of the people were gathered and, librarian that she was, motioned them for their silence with a loud ‘SHHHH’.

All fell silent immediately. Sirin smiled, satisfied and content with their compliance. But then there was another boom. It made the glasses in the counter chime like bells as they lightly trembled, touching each other.

Another boom. The people trapped inside the Inn grew tense and restless. They nervously eyed each other, afraid to make even the slightest of sounds. Some fell to their knees and made silent prayers to the Gods, their lips moving but not a whisper coming out of them.

And then another boom. Closer still, this time glasses fell from the counter shattering in a million small crystals. Tables bounced off the floor. Some people even struggled to stay on their feet.

Another boom. They could hear the Demon humming a simple melody to himself, as if he was taking a small stroll at a park. Sirin silently cursed him for such a mockery of their suffering.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE” screamed a desperate individual, panicked faces turning to him in terror as they couldn't stop him from running through the door of the Inn to the outside.

The fool! Thought Sirin. The absolute, stupid fool!

The man’s screams became an unintelligible babble. All that Sirin could discern from them was a “JUST DO IT!”. She wanted to run to her vantage point, to the small stained glass window. She wanted to watch what was going to happen. But fear prevented her from making even the slightest of moves.

All she could do was to stay still and listen. She listened to the demon crouching and the desperate man’s screams turning from brave and defiant to panicked and frightened. She listened to the Demon’s loud “AHHH” as he opened his mouth. She listened to the booming sound his teeth made when he closed his mouth and the man’s screams were no more. And she listened to the deafening sound of him swallowing.

All she could hope for now was that the Demon was stupid. Or lazy. Or both. Whatever it made him not check the building the foolish man had come out from.

But he did.

In helpless panic, the people of the Inn screamed as a giant hand pierced through the wall. They ran aimlessly as an equally aimless hand searched for new victims to devour.

“The basement!” screamed a lot of people at the same time “Make it to the basement!”

Sirin looked around, nervously and quickly. Where were the stairs to the basement again?

She felt someone bumping on her and the next thing she knew she was down on the floor. The giant hand was palping the ground, dangerously close.

The glass! Sirin thought. I could mabe drive him away if I make him touch the broken glass-

She felt his colossal fingers touching her feet, and moving to a pincer position.

No… NO. She thought.

She couldn't crawl away quickly enough. Soon, her leg was held in a pincer grasp between the Giant’s index finger and thumb. All she could do was to scream as she was held in the air and brought to the Demon’s face.

The next events happened very quickly. The Demon had no second thoughts at all about eating her, so all he did was drop her on his tongue, which was sticking out of his open mouth. Sirin didn’t think at all. All of her senses and mind shoot back to her most primal instinct of survival. So she stood up and ran. She was fast, faster than she ever was in her life. Faster than a librarian should be.

And she outran the Demon’s closing mouth.

A brief flash of brightness shot through her eyes. She had done it! She had escaped! She was going to survive this whole terrible ordeal… until she remembered the Giant’s mouth wasn't on ground level.

She screamed as she fell down. The Demon, not wanting to lose his prey, motioned to grab her, but all he could do was to awkwardly move his body trying to catch the screaming, falling woman… and it worked, somehow.

The Demon, unable to catch her with his arms, thought quickly and tried to soften her fall with his body. All this did, however, was make the woman awfully fall inside his tunic.

Sirin tried to grab onto the white fabric, or to the Demon’s cinnamon coloured flesh, but it was useless. She found herself desperately grasping for something to grab but ended up rolling inside the Demon’s tunic, the fabric slowing down her fall.

Then finally, something soft. She landed on a sort of… throbbing, warm, log… Sirin screamed in disgust once she figured it out.

She looked up to see the Demon staring down at her, partly aroused and partly sincerely and severely embarrassed. Sirin looked fast for something else to grab on, but only found that jumping would result on a several feet long plunge to her death and staying here would prove fatal too once the demon simply shoved his hand under his tunic and grabbed her.

She could… pleasure him maybe? Yes! Sirin thought, discarding all her dignity in a desperate move to save her own life. If I move up and down I could maybe distract him for long enough to figure out a way to-

No. No it didn’t work. Before Sirin even finished thinking that idea the fingers of the Demon were already picking her up by the waist. Apparently, he was way more hungry than he was horny. To Sirin’s horrible bad luck.

When the Demon opened his mouth again he was visibly blushing, or at least that’s what Sirin thought she saw. Next thing she knew, she was touching the wet, warm tongue inside him. Staring down past his uvula into the seemingly endless void beyond his throat.

Sirin wanted to cry. She had been so close.

So very close.

So she didn’t fight it. She fell to her knees and started crying in a sad, pathetic final display of resignation. This was it, this was the unceremonious end of her life. All she ever did, all she ever was amounted to nothing more than a Demon’s snack.

At least… the little spectacle of her escape was memorable right? At least she would live on in the accursed Demon’s memory…

He tasted her for a few seconds and then swallowed her. He didn’t think of her ever again.

—

This had been so far the worst day in Lirel’s life. She was just a country girl visiting Watertree. Just fucking visiting for the gods’ sake. And she had walked into the site of a world-ending catastrophe. The Demon had appeared out of nowhere, eagerly and hungrily devouring all who he encountered in his trail of destruction. All Lirel did was wait hidden in a basement in some house she encountered. She had been there for what seemed like hours.

Lirel’s survival strategy was actually very sound. Waiting and waiting. All she had to do was stay put until she heard no booming sounds and no screaming people and then she would know that it was over and that she could just peek her little head out of the barrel in that cellar and head straight home, beyond the city’s gates. Lirel waited and waited, then. And soon the booming sounds of the Demon’s every movement ceased. She heard no loud steps, no deafening gulping and most importantly: no screams. Which meant simply that there was either no more people left to eat, or that he was gone for good.

Lirel prayed it was the first thing.

But one thing was on her mind as she crawled her way out of the barrel she was hiding in. Among those booming, deafening noises the Demon made there was one that was particular in its thunder-like mess. It was as if a giant lightning bolt had struck the ground and leveled the surrounding area in a fiery explosion. Lirel thought, or prayed rather, that the sound was due to the Demon opening a portal and leaving, or in the best of cases, that the gods had intervened in the city’s favor and smitten this foul thing for good.

At first it seemed like the second thing had happened. As Lirel got out of the basement she found what used to be the great city of Watertree in ruins. As if an earthquake had struck the place. All around her were what used to be houses, shops and inns. It was a most depressing sight. It was one those few things in Lirel’s life that got her to question her own mortality and the fragility of human life when you compared it to the forces beyond our control.

Also, there was something unexpected in the ruins… something terrible for Lirel.

At her right there was a long, extended leg. A rather giant long and extended leg. Lirel followed it to her back, to its source. It was of course none other than the Demon, who was idly resting with his legs opened atop some ruins that used to be a barrack.

The Demon was half asleep, but a spark of attention flashed through his eyes as he saw Lirel crawl out of the basement she was hiding in. His eyes were now firmly locked on her.

There were no words to Lirel’s horror. To be in his presence was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

She tried to run away, but the Demon’s body was all around her. His legs to both sides and his torso and head to her back, so all she could do was run forwards. To the space between his open legs, to the only place where she could see freedom. Yet there was very little she could actually do. The Demon overpowered her very being. All he needed to do was stretch himself forward, extend an arm, and Lirel was firmly within his grasp. The tiny panicked woman’s frightened screams didn’t even got out of his closed fist.

Yet when she was brought forward to his eye level there was a slight boredom in his eyes. As if he had had his fill of fun and food feasting on the population of Watertree and there was simply no longer anything else to do. As if tormenting the little people wasn’t even a bit funny anymore. As if his belly was full.

Sadly this got Lirel’s hopes way up, for she didn't know even the slightest thing about her giant captor’s biology. There was no way for Lirel to know that it was physically not possible to fill his eldritch stomach.

And then, as if he had the best of ideas, the giant Demon set her free on the floor. There was almost no malice in his eyes. as if he genuinely just wanted to see what the little woman would do.

Lirel was terrified. Terrified that whatever she would do would be the wrong alternative and she would be crushed or eaten by the disappointed giant. Slowly she began to back down, not taking her eyes out of the giant’s almost sweet smiling mouth. And once she had taken exactly five steps, she began to run away screaming.

The Demon made a strange sigh, for it was a mix of amusement and bored tiredness. As if he really, really wanted to play with his little prey but didn’t have the energy left in him after all that rampage. The Demon rested his head on one of his hands as if deep in thought and waited for the little woman to get as far away from him as she could.

Lirel wept tears of joy. This was the luckiest day in her life. The Demon had let her go! He was just bored and filled! Lirel almost thanked the people devoured before for having indirectly saved her life.

But then the Demon started moving.

He hadn’t let her go.

No, the Demon was just giving her a head start.

Lirel saw the giant legs moving but didn’t dare to look back on what the Demon was doing. Her mind was solely focused on her way forward. She had shut down everything else as a distraction. She only needed to run away and then she could have her life. Running away, that was all there was to it. She could escape this awful situation…

And then a giant maw closed itself around her and she was in darkness.

The demon had gone to a crawling position on all fours and just catched her with his mouth.

He was a born predator. Either he was very experienced with toying with his food or that was just his very nature. But either way, it took him next to no effort to catch Lirel as if he were a cat.

The demon even let Lirel squirm around the ground as if she had a chance. All part of the game, which the poor woman didn’t know she was playing.

Lirel didn’t have time to process the humiliation of being chased and catched like a mouse. She was too busy panickingly punching the Demon’s tongue in a fruitless attempt at mounting resistance. There was no way she could overpower him but she needed to try everything, her life depended on it.

But the Demon’s tongue was resistant and Lirel’s strongest punches didn’t even got it to flinch or back down. It relentlessly continued his assault around Lirel as if she was nothing but prey, a tasty little snack the demon to savor.

Which, sadly for her, she was.

The Demon seemed to want to be thorough, his tongue, inhumanly dexterous that it was, began lifting Lirel’s dress and taking out her boots. He wanted to taste her, not her clothes. And he seemed to finally have time to personally toy with his prey instead of just mindlessly devouring it. Lirel cursed the fact.

The Demon spat out her clothes like one eating fish spats the spine out after eating the whole meat. Lirel was left defenseless and naked inside the Demon’s maw. Still resisting him with fruitless punches and kicks.

And yet whenever Lirel got her hopes up that she was actually inflicting some kind of damage, the Demon would effortlessly shuffle her naked body around his mouth like a piece of hard candy and take a long lick at her. He would put her in between his tongue and the inside of his cheek, against his teeth, under his palette. Lirel tried everything but it seemed that this was it. Her life was going to end inside this Demon’s body. There was nothing she could do.

Lirel was nothing but a morsel. A little toy for the Demon to play with. Maybe a more appropriate metaphor would be a piece of candy, made so that one licks every ounce of flavor out before either swallowing it, crushing it with one’s teeth or spitting it out entirely. The sole thought made Lirel grow depressed and weak. Her punches became more and more, her kicks too didn’t have the energy they had at the beginning of her struggle. She was starting to involuntarily giving up as the realization that every attempt at resisting was fruitless.

And so she became almost limp, and stopped with her useless resistance. But this had a completely unexpected effect.

The Demon’s tongue also grew limp and stopped fighting against her. It settled immobile in its natural idle position in his mouth.

Was this it? Had he somehow grown tired after all the fighting? Had her punches and kicked and all that struggle finally worn him down?

Lirel got up, standing barefooted on his tongue, an air of triumph around her, she almost permitted herself to smile. Perhaps there was a way out of this whole mess after all. There was a light out of the tunnel.

And in fact a literal light out of the tunnel appeared, as the demon opened his maw, letting sunlight enter in. Lirel was blinded for a moment, her eyes already adapted to the insides of his mouth. And then she felt his tongue pushing her out.

The Demon stuck his tongue out of his mouth, and let Lirel’s naked body drop down like a piece of meat trapped in his drool.

Lirel fell on his chest, in the small cleavage area that his tunic left open, and leaving a trail of saliva between her and his mouth. In fact this was the first time she acknowledged the hot liquid accumulating on top of her. She was covered completely in a film of the Demon’s fluids. To her, it was a disgusting experience, horrid in every way.. But to the Demon it seemed like a really funny little thing. In his face Lirel saw a newfound bright amusement, the boredom from before gone completely.

She didn’t know what to do. Running away was useless. He was laying down in some ruins and she would need to sprint down his body to reach the ground and nothing guaranteed her he wouldn’t just simply grab her again and shove her inside his mouth. 

Maybe she could serve the Demon… maybe she was chosen in some way. Maybe the demon just wanted a human pet to toy with? It wasn’t so far-fetched. People kept ducks and rabbits as pets too…

Or a slave maybe? That wasn’t beyond the pale. It was said that demons kept human slaves all the time… although she didn’t imagine it would be like this.

No, that was madness. Demons don’t keep pets. They don’t keep cute little slaves either. He’s just toying with you. She thought. He’s just going to give you another chance so that you can attempt to escape so that he can catch you and eat you.

But hells, she had to do something.

She sprinted away from his face and down his body, heading for the floor. She ran as fast as she could. As fast as her tired legs allowed her. The demon simply sighed. As if what she was doing was the boring choice for him. It didn’t matter now.

Lirel had difficulty running. Her body, covered in the Demon’s hot, steamy saliva, was heavier than she had anticipated, and each step took the utmost effort to make. This wasn’t going smoothly. Every step exhausted her further and further and then…

She tripped.

On what Lirel didn’t know, maybe her legs just gave up at that moment, but either way Lirel was rolling through the Demons body until she was just in the middle of her chest. She hadn’t gotten any far running. She had barely made three or four pathetic little steps.

And then she realized the worst had come to happen. The Demon’s chest was sweaty and salty, as Lirel sadly knew because she was stuck with her mouth down into his flesh. But for some reason, the strange combination of fluids, from his sweat and saliva, made it so that she couldn’t move a muscle.

Her arms and legs were stuck in the demon’s skin, she herself wanted to scream for help but with her mouth down in his body it was impossible. She felt his chest moving up and down as he laughed softly at her misery.

She cursed, cursed, and cursed again in her mind.

The Giant, having had his laugh, did what was expected and simply picked her up again and extended an open, almost inviting tongue.

Lirel didn’t bother to scream anymore, she just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.

But the demon took his sweet time with her broken self. Licking her every inch of her naked  body as to extract every ounce of flavor in her. By this point Lirel almost welcomed it.

In fact she was starting to think that the insides of his mouth weren’t a bad place after all. Here she was safe. Safe from a rough and cruel exterior world. Maybe it was alright to be here.

In the end she laid down on his tongue, and for some reason she was quite relaxed while doing so. Fighting it was useless, as it was proven. So to hell with fighting. Being food wasn’t so bad after all.

One has to recognize when she’s outmatched. She thought. Perhaps the demon was just the human’s natural predator, maybe this was just her due place on the food chain.

Maybe Lirel was just exhausted or maybe the whole impossibility of the situation had made her a bit insane. Whatever it was, she didn’t even grunt when she felt the Demon’s throat opening, his tongue angle inclining towards it and the saliva rushing towards that endless abyss.

When she was finally swallowed, the thing that most bothered her was that his esophagus was a little uncomfortable, and that it didn’t seem to end anywhere.

The last the world ever knew of Lirel was the Demon’s satisfied sigh. 

He thought of what an entertaining spectacle this little ones were for him.

As he stretched his arms, legs and wings content with his feast, he started wondering where would he shift now.

And so, the demon-fairy that was to be forever known as the Ruin of Watertree vanished without a trace in a beam of the sick greenish light that had brought him into this world.

[aspenwriter]

Canaan's Bizarre Buffet, Part 2/5

(Commission for @WaffleLeech on twitter, all characters belong to him.)

Kor’s day had started normally. He woke up at sunrise, ate bread for breakfast and began toiling the fields not soon after. His civilisation hadn’t yet figured out the use of clocks, and the lack of work animals meant toiling the fields by hand was all Kor could do for his days. His days consisted entirely of toiling fields. With the occasional prayer to the higher powers for a little change in his daily monotony.

This day his prayers would be answered.

A flash of green light appeared out of nowhere just outside his village. It came with a thick cloud of steam and smoke. When it cleared… he saw a messenger of the higher powers itself.

Well, it was just Canaan. But luckily enough for him, the potion Airomed gave him just so happened to randomly teleport him into the outskirts of a civilisation who’s angels just so happened to look exactly like Cannan.

Kor dropped his sickle and fell to his knees. A messenger of the heavens! Here in this insignificant village of all place!

The Messenger was looking over the village curiously, the little people picking his interest. He raised his hand, with Kor and all the villagers gasping at the fact. The situation clearly amused the Messenger of the heavens, as he giggled at the awe and shock he inspired in the little people.

Then he made a proclamation. Spoken directly with his divine tongue.

Which… no one at the village really understood. The voice of the Messenger was divine in nature, and most villagers understood that their ears were unworthy of discerning his holy proclamation.

Them not understanding was not very well received by the Messenger of the Heavens. In his look Kor could notice that he was expecting a village of worthy people, of loyal subjects. Kor began to panic… what if the Messenger deemed found them wanting? What if he decided to smite them for…

Thankfully, he was kind enough to provide a translation of his holy proclamation in the form of, uh, gestures it seemed. He walked around in circles around the village, hand under his chin, wondering on which way to make the little ones understand him and settled on simple signs and gestures.

But first, he needed a place with space, so he went to the fields.

Kor was terrified. Every step the divine messenger took drove him closer and closer to *his* field in particular. And they were very large steps, each crossing a distance that was impossible in Kor’s mind.

Finally, he stopped. Kor dropped himself to the ground and fell into the lowest bow he could muster, literally tasting the earth beneath him. All so he could show total submission to the Great One. All so he knew he was loyal, that he was worthy of salvation.

The Messenger of the heavens jumped, his wings allowing him to maneuver mid air, and gently fell on his butt. He smiled, satisfied with his safe landing, and Kor didn’t even mind that he destroyed his crops. To have a divine being bless your land with his ass is surely a blessing!

With a rather smug grin, the Messenger extended his two feet in front of himself. When Kor came to his senses, he noticed the Messenger’s two, massive soles imposingly standing in front of him like two giant stone monuments, akin to those commemorating great kings, warriors and battles.

Kor was in complete shock, to be this close to a divine being made him feel awestruck and it paralyzed him with fear.

However, the messenger had an almost… pleasant and playful attitude, his toes wiggling in expectation for something… maybe he… he wanted Kor to do something?

The peasant carefully approached the imposing feet. Every step being a careful, timid nonevent forward. Kor feared that a wrong step or too sudden of a movement would make the deity angry and he would be smitten dead right there in his own farm, and yet the messenger was almost inviting him to touch them.

And so Kor did, he extended his hand and gently laid it on one of the gargantuan feet in front of him. Up close they were even more massive. Kor’s quick measurements sized himself no larger than the God’s talon. He couldn’t lie to himself, he was very intimidated by the sight.

But once he touched upon the God’s enormous feet, he felt instantly relieved. This was, partly, due to the inherent religious ecstasy that was touching a being so divine as him. But the more present and relevant cause of Kor’s relief was the Messenger of Heavens own amused and approving giggle.

Kor felt a little more confident, so he touched him with his other hand. This provoked even more amused giggles from the Messenger of Heaven. He wanted this!

People had started to gather around the farm, looking incredulously at the display of Kor’s worship. But Kor looked back at them, with a confident grin in his face.

“Come people! He wants us to worship his feet!” He screamed to the crowd.

The first steps forward from the crowd of people were as timid and fearful as Kor’s own. But much like himself, once they realized they were not being smitten for approaching a God, and were, actually, being invited to move closer they came closer and closer to him.

Soon each ankle had two to three people rubbing it with their hands, doing their upmost effort to satisfy the God. Then there were just too many people, so the Messenger of the Heavens rolled to his side so his feet were in horizontal position and the maximum number of people could worship them.

Some people worshiped with their hands, the ones who didn’t feel they had the necessary strength worshiped by pressing their entire body against the holy soles. Some took turns to get some rest.

The Messenger laid on his side and got comfortable… but it was a warm day and not even the gods could escape the weather’s effects.

Soon his soles began to sweat, as did his entire body. The people worshiping his feet soon saw their hands sticking into the body of the giant, and those who were worshiping with their whole bodies began to be entirely covered in the god’s bodily fluids. This was, of course, the most auspicious of blessings to them.

With a now sizeable bunch congregated at his feet, the Messenger of the Heavens smiled somewhat devilishly. Kor’s was so focused in his blind worshiping that he didn’t notice the God sitting on his butt again. In a few seconds, Kor and most of the worshiping group were being smothered between the two soles.

The tiny ones couldn’t believe it. While most were trapped between a sole and another person, the most lucky ones, like Kor, were soundly squished between the two feet’s soft, wet flesh.

There was a sole on his back and another gently pushing against his face. Kor couldn’t move a muscle. All of his body was completely trapped in between the Messenger of the Heavens’ lowest parts. And it was glorious.

The Messenger had so kindly let them all experience the marvelous act of worshiping his divine feet, but to be trapped by them, to be so thoroughly encased by them was nothing short of magnificent. Kor couldn’t resist, and while he hoped he was not stepping over any boundaries, he knew the God would appreciate an act of such dedicated service.

Kor opened his mouth and gave a lick to the Messenger of Heavens’ feet. He tasted a bit of the dirt that had gathered there when he stepped on this now blessed land, but most of the taste was dominated by the God’s bodily fluids. It was a salty flavor, and yet it tasted sweeter than any drink Kor had placed upon his lips in his whole life, for this sweat was blessed.

Not only that. Kor had half expected that the atmosphere of the place would be dominated by the Messenger of the Heavens’ strong musk, but as it was to be expected of a divine being such as him, the smell that had gathered between his soles was a pleasant aroma. It wasn’t floral, nor was it like incense or the smell of herbs. It was certainly a bodily musk, and yet it was pleasant.

Soon, all of the group followed Kor. They all started kissing, licking and some even gently biting the Messenger of the Heavens’ sweaty sole flesh. In an ecstasy so great most had by now grown totally enamored with the smell and the taste of his holy feet.

Since none could see anything more than the sole in front of them, and their sense of space was completely overwhelmed by the impossibility of the situation, few noticed the Messenger of the Heavens subtly laying on his back and extending his legs to the sky.

Then he opened his feet. In what could only be described as an act of divine intervention, none of the little ones fell to their deaths during this motion. Some had maintained a well enough sense of equilibrium and some were, luckily, stuck to the soles by the sweat.

The soles of his feet now laid facing the sky, his legs extending upwards. None of the little ones had been on such heights before in their lives and it made a few of them even a bit sick. But the blessing of the holy soles was more than enough to keep them from ruining such a sacred moment by puking.

Kor was finally able to move. He realized that he was just slightly away from the Messenger of the Heavens’ toes. He pushed against the sole to unstick himself from it, which proved difficult due to the amount of time he had been stuck there. So much it was that when he finally got free his body had made an indentation in the soft flesh.

Carefully, he crawled his way forwards until he could see between the Messenger of the Heaven’s toes. His head poked out just between his big toe and the index toe.

He saw the Messenger of the Heavens laying down on his back, his hands supporting his head in a carefree way. The God was smiling contently, satisfied of his followers’ thorough and complete service for his holy soles. But in his eyes Kor saw a slight feeling of boredom.

“What do you need, oh Divine One?” Kor asked. Although it was clear by the Messenger of the Heavens’ unchanged expression that his words were just gibberish for him.

Then they all heard the Divine One’s stomach loudly growl.

It was a bit clear that the Messenger of the Heavens felt slightly embarrassed by that, as Kor could see his checks lightly blushing, and his eyes widening in surprise. He was not bored, he was just hungry! Even the gods had this kinds of moments then, Kor thought.

Kor felt the sole he was crawling in slightly inclining to the ground. He thought nothing of it during the first moments, but then the angle got more pronounced and he felt gravity pulling him downwards. Then he was rolling down.

In a show of great force, he managed to grab the Messenger of the Heaven’s divine index toe to prevent him from falling completely. The sweat he was covered in making it even a bit easier for him to adhere to the toe. The little ones who had fully freed themselves were not so lucky.

One by one, the people who just minutes ago had been worshiping their God’s divine soles fell from them. Kor looked down, motivated just by that primal desire of spectacle that dwells in every sentient being. He saw each of the worshippers, his fellows, his neighbors and his friends falling into the God’s open mouth.

He took a brief moment to taste them, and then he just swallowed.

Kor was completely shocked. He thought… he thought their worship was working… that the god was satisfied with their service…

Kor knew that they had failed then.

But he also saw a way to atone.

Down, the Messenger of the Heavens was looking at him with that bored and hungry look he saw before. His mouth open, waiting.

Kor knew what he had to do.

He let go of the toe and closed his eyes.

Then he felt a humid, soft surface. He felt a hard surface then. He reasoned this was the Messenger of the Heavens’ tongue, placing him against his palette to taste him.

He only hoped he tasted well for the God.

And then, the Divine one swallowed.

The villagers that had gather around were staring in shock. Their religious ecstasy turned into horror. They had failed the Messenger of the Heavens! They were going to be punished.

But as the Divine One was about to reach into the crowd, most likely to grab a fistful of little ones to consume, his body began to glow in a green light.

And with a poof and a cloud of green steam, the Messenger of the Heavens disappeared from the village as suddenly as he had appeared.

[aspenwriter]

Cannan's Bizarre Buffet, Part 1/5

(Commission for @WaffleLeech on twitter, all characters belong to him)

It was a peaceful day in the Magic Forest. The wind blew across the old trees and it made their leaves and branches sing with the tranquil melody of the morning. The sun rose from the mountains in the east, casting a warm light between the leaves, and bathing the little meadow where the incredibly powerful witch Airomed made her dwelling.

Airomed was a half-dragon. While her body was mostly human, her long scaled tail, her pointy horns, her sharp teeth, her fire-red hair and her bright yellow and fiery snake-like eyes betrayed her heritage. Thanks to her draconic ancestry, Airomed was born with a great talent for magic. and was an accomplished alchemist and wizard on her own merit.

But there was another side to her heritage: the almost instinctual drive to accumulate and hoard. And for Airomed, this translated into an almost obsessive need to gather, store, and keep magical knowledge for herself at the expense of everyone else.

This made her reclusive. She made the Magic Forest her home, the farthest away from civilization as she could. There she built a mage tower, and like all mage towers, the place was imbued with powerful space-bending spells. The tower, which to the outside looked like a dilapidated stone lookout, with vines creeping through and moss growing rampant on its north wall, was actually a beautiful mansion on the inside. It housed a great library, a laboratory, a study, many different bedrooms (which the lonely Airomed didn’t really need) and numerous vaults to house magic artifacts that Airomed made, found or outright stole.

The only facility that Airomed could not house inside her tower was, sadly for her, necessarily integral to keep the place running: a garden. It was a plot of land a couple hundred square feet in size, where magical herbs, flowers, fungi and roots grew. All important ingredients for Airomed’s potions (and poisons). And while normally a mage would simply visit a botanist to get them, Airomed’s self imposed isolation made it vital to have it running.

And right now, she needed something from it.

For Airomed was in her laboratory that morning, she had gotten up early, excited for this particular experiment. For the occasion, she was scantily dressed, with a one-piece dress that barely covered her abundant chest, and could well be confused with a swimsuit. But since she was working, she wore a black tunic over it, filled with pockets to store useful tools and trinkets. 

The herbs had been pounded to dust, the heat of the cauldron was just right and the incantations had been chanted. Now, Airomed was smiling at a bright, boiling substance, a trans-dimensional transportation potion.

She couldn’t help but to smile so much that her sharp teeth were showing. Carefully, she poured the liquid into a yet unlabeled bottle, and went to the window.

What she needed right now wasn’t an ingredient. It was a test subject.

“Boy!” she called “Boy, come quickly!”

The recipient of the message was, at the moment, diligently tending to some flowers in the garden. Airomed’s isolation wasn’t, after all, total. Adamant to admit it, she needed a helping hand sometimes. Especially when it came to testing dangerous substances.

Seconds after calling out for him, a small (and by small, we mean a few inches tall) fairy came flying to her face. He had the appearance of a young man, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a white skin with a slight tan from working out in the field so much. He was wearing a white robe, kept cleanly white thanks to a simple spell casted on it by Airomed. She detested dirt.

“Lady Airomed!” he said, happily. “What do you need?”.

“Nothing too difficult, Canaan, don’t worry” she said, knowing well that while he was ever so eager to serve and prove himself useful, he was still a little lazy “It’s just a potion I want you to try”

“Ohhhh!” Canaan exclaimed, interested. “What does it do?”

Airomed smiled proudly, and rather smugly, showing her fangs. “It’s a very useful little thing, it allows the drinker to travel in between dimensions”

“But, Lady Airomed…” Canaan started “We can already do that with spells and-”

“The spells take too long to cast” Airomed interrupted “and they require a lot of prep-work with the magic circles, runes, tuning, et cetera. This will allow us to travel with nothing but a sip and envisioning the place we want to go to”

“I’m not sure Lady Airomed… do you really need to do this test now…?” said Canaan, looking over to the garden.

Airomed sighed, and produced a small vial from her tunic, where some insect-sized creatures were stored. The mere sight of it made Canaan’s eyes glow.

“If you don’t do it now… I’ll have to keep these delicious tinies for myself you know…” she said, giving Canaan an inviting glance.

The fairy looked at the tinies like a dog would look at a snack being dangled in front of it.

“I… I guess I could give the old flowers a little break…”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Airomed, as Canaan entered the lab and flew to the tabletop where the potion was waiting for him. “Just a little sip and we’re done”

Airomed raised the bottle to his little mouth and he took a few sips.

“Good boy!” said the half-dragon.

Canaan smiled happily “Now uhhh… the tiny-”

“In a minute boy, be still” Interrupted Airomed as she procured paper, an inkwell and a pen. “Now… let’s begin with something small, just think of being in the table on the other side of the room…”

“But the tiny-”

“Teleport first, and you’ll get all the tinies you want!” said Airomed.

All the tinies I want… thought Canaan. Sadly for the experiment’s sake, Canaan’s mind was easily distracted. Especially when it came to tinies, his favorite toys, snacks… tinies got everything he wanted.

With that in mind, he started to feel a funny feeling in his tummy.

And with that, he disappeared in a green flash.

Airomed looked back to the table on the other side of the room. Canaan wasn’t there. Curious, Airomed looked under the table, on the cupboards, and then took a glance back at the garden.

But Canaan was nowhere to be found. Then, Airomed sighed in disappointment and walked into a simple room, with a couch, a table and a crystal ball. She whispered a few words, the same she inscribed in invisible runes on Canaan’s back. Just for safe-keeping of course.

Soon after, Canaan’s location in the multiverse was clearly revealed.

It appeared he wanted those tinies a little too much. The potion had teleported him into one of the tiny dimensions.

And it also appeared the potion was unstable, and that it would cycle for a few dimensions before bringing him back here.

Airomed smiled to herself, with a few more words the crystal ball began to show a third person view of Canaan, as if it were the view of an invisible floating eyeball.

She was very glad she kept a cup and a bottle of wine in this room. Canaan was very unpredictable when it came to tinies, and while he was a good-hearted boy, the mischievous nature of a fairy wasn’t easily suppressed. Also, she hadn’t told her the little people were sentient. It was easier that way.

Airomed poured herself some wine and relaxed on her couch. This was going to be an entertaining day.

[aspenwriter]

The Maid, The Borrower and The Young Mistress

(A commission for @AlarComet on Twitter)

Béatrice loathed the city, an unkind, dirty place not fit for a refined maid such as herself. As she stepped out of the carriage she took a deep breath. She was greeted by smog and dust, and by sea salt and the faint smell of a sewer. She wasn’t going to enjoy this place at all. She had only been there for *seconds* and already she felt dirty. This situation, of course, was the total opposite for Béatrice’s own personal total opposite.

“Ah! What a wonderful sight!” Said Lady Lenore, stepping out of the carriage. A full two heads shorter than Béatrice. While the maid wore a monochromatic attire of black and white fitting for one of her position, Lenore indulged herself with a pastel pink dress. While Béatrice wore her black hair short, cutting it always right above her shoulders, Lenore boasted a long blonde mane tied into two enormous regal ringlets. And while her servant was tall and slender, she was on the shorter side of the spectrum and a little chubby.

“Aren’t you excited Bea?” To see the full potential of our civilization in plain display?” Said Lenore

Béatrice couldn’t stop looking at the three rats fighting over a piece of fried fish near the sewer.

“Yes, the full potential of our civilisation, of course, My Lady” she replied, only just slightly sarcastically.

“Aw, there's no need to be such a killjoy, dear” replied Lady Lenore.

“I sincerely regret killing your joy, My Lady” said Béatrice.

“And there’s no need to be so stiff!” said Lady Lenore.

Béatrice simply smiled as her mistress laughed, and began carrying her luggage up the small stairs to the building that hosted the pairs’ apartment. Lenore and Béatrice’s accommodation in the capital was located on the building’s third floor. It was a relatively big apartment for just two people, which only highlighted  Lenore’s noble background. Béatrice was first to climb the stairs to the third floor, eager to impress her mistress with a display of stamina. She searched in a big keychain for the keys to the apartment and opened the door, waiting for her mistress so that she could be the first to set foot inside.

Lenore entered and stretched. “It’s good to have a place to rest after that lengthy ride, don’t you think?” she said.

“It sure is, My Lady” said Béatrice. In truth, while Lenore would probably find a couch to immerse herself in a novel, she would be inspecting the place to ensure everything was running smoothly, run to the marketplace to fill the kitchen’s storage, and if necessary get to cleaning. Béatrice, of course, refrained from making any comment. She wasn’t going to spoil her mistress’ brief moments of relaxation with chores and everyday tasks.

 Lenore, however, knew that. She knew how Béatrice’s head operated. How things worked from her perspective. After all, despite the difference in status between them, the both were the closest thing the other had to a true friend.

In Béatrice’s case this was due to the fact that she didn’t exactly have the time to make acquaintances outside of her work, and she essentially worked around the clock. Sure, it wasn’t like she didn’t have any friends at all. She was well known around her mistress’ family’s manor, back in the countryside. She had many friends among the other servants. From other maids to gardeners and cooks. But all of these friendships never crossed the small talk threshold.

As for Lenore, it was impossible not to approach every new acquaintance with a certain degree of suspicion and in the worst cases plain distrust. She was rich, her family powerful. She was a gateway for any potential friend into a lavish lifestyle and useful contacts. Naturally, Lenore was careful to whom she extended her friendship to, and with the exception of trusty family friends and relatives, she had few people around that she could fully rely upon.

Which is why Lenore always appreciated how lucky she was that Béatrice was assigned to be her personal maid. The young maid harbored unquestionable loyalty to her family, and yet Lenore never found it to be insincere in any way, shape or form. Béatrice joined her family’s service while she was very young, (both were just teenagers), and was the closest Lenore had to a friend around her same age.

Béatrice was very different when she first came into Lenore’s family’s mansion. Originally she was meant to be educated as a butler, after all. But well, she couldn’t stop looking at the maid’s dresses. It didn’t take long for her to try one for herself. At that point she never wanted to go back. It was even during tea time with Lenore that they were discussing new, fitting names and she settled on Béatrice.

The two had become inseparable. Lenore found in Béatrice someone she could confide in who had no ulterior motives, while Béatrice found in Lenore someone that she could talk about more things than just housework. Both loved hearing the other’s thoughts on any topic. Soon they realized that what they actually loved was the sound of the other’s voice.

Both realized, separately, that loving someone’s voice is, in fact, not a thing one has for just a mere friend. They both kept shut about it. All the while loving not just the sound of their voices but actually how they did things, how they moved, the way the sun shone on their eyes on certain hours of the day…

They loved each other. Simply put they loved each other.

But it was frustrating. If there was one thing, one thing at all, that both were unsure of was the reciprocity of their feelings.

What if she finds it inappropriate? What if our differences are too much of a barrier? She’s probably too busy to have time for intimacy anyway. All of these thoughts and more were on each other's heads from dawn to dusk.

Naturally the lengthy carriage ride to this apartment had been torturous to both. And the full projected ten-month-long stay in the capital city as Lenore sorted out a series of social events (including a staggering number of weddings and birthdays) and business deals (much less enjoyable than the former) had the potential to be nothing less than hell.

That was, of course, unless something or someone managed to bridge the two. Something that could spark a situation in which both let the social trappings that bound their feelings to let loose.

That catalyst was in the room right now. Lenore barely saw it, but Béatrice’s quick and trained reflexes managed to catch a glimpse of her, although at the time she simply discarded the seemingly impossible thought of a finger-sized girl scurrying around the floor.

“The apartment appears to be infested, My Lady” she said, rather coldly.

“Ah, well, that’s unfortunate” Lenore replied. She was a highly intelligent individual, but the tiredness from the trip, plus the unbearable tension she felt about Béatrice made her pay no attention to the fact no pest that she knew of wore a dress.

During the following weeks, Lenore’s thoughts became more distracted by balls and dinners and the weddings and birthdays rather than the possibility of having pests in her apartment. While on Béatrice’s hand, the thought was driving her insane.

Lenore was busy in a business meeting with some banker which Béatrice found of no true importance, as Lenore had been instructed to just refuse the deal in the most polite tone she could muster. What Béatrice found important were the two books in front of her displaying a discrepancy that simply could not be.

On her left was a ledger, which Béatrice kept diligently up to date as to keep the domestic economy of the two young women in check. The ledger displayed, on the particular page Béatrice was examining, the acquisition by the maid of the vegetables for the week. Béatrice being the borderline obsessive perfectionist that she was, she had taken the time to record both the weight of each bag as well as the total units of vegetables they contained. 

In this record, it read that she had bought exactly 567 grams of carrots, unevenly distributed in 8 units of carrots.

This would be just another boring entry in the ledger. If not for the book to Béatrice’s right, her personal diary, whose entry for yesterday’s night read the following:

‘The Lady Lenore’s mood has been down in the gutter as of recently. One could safely assume she’s been feeling burnt out by the burden of her social and business related obligations. Fortunately I can be of some help in this matter. The master cook of the manor didn’t accept my petition to carry his cook book with me to the capital, but did allow me to copy by hand the recipes for My Lady’s favourite dishes. I believe the beef stew will be perfect for tomorrow, due to the climate and overall atmosphere that was forecasted for tomorrow. In my admittedly childish excitement I went a few times to the kitchen to ensure the integrity of the ingredients and they’re all good!’

Béatrice's excited entry on her dairy gave way to a small list of the available ingredients. In which she happily reported there were seven carrots in storage, and the recipe only demanded four anyway.

And yet when she checked on the storage there were, exactly, 7 carrots.

Seven.

She had asked Lady Lenore before she left, she hasn’t eaten it. Béatrice herself never liked carrots to begin with. Something was off. She thought that maybe she was exaggerating and overthinking a simple managerial mistake. But those thoughts quickly gave way to what she thought was the root problem of this mysterious carrot disappearance: the pest.

Whatever it was, it was subtly and sneakily chipping away at their food. Béatrice brought the ledger with her to the storage room and checked. They were missing, strangely, a lot and almost nothing at the same time.

Almost nothing because the robbery took food almost by the gram. But a lot because it took *a lot* of said grams. They had been robbed for some reason of singular grapes, cubes of sugar, spoonfuls of rice, one cookie…

Béatrice took a moment to breathe and to unwind the pressure mounting up. While her heart told her she was going insane, her brain reinforced her suspicions with the raw facts in front of her: something was stealing their food.

And in a meticulous, certainly ‘non-pest’ kind of way.

Béatrice was left dumbfounded. The bizarreness of the situation was a little too much.

And it was about to become a lot more bizarre.

A sound came from behind the maid. The sound of glass shattering. Béatrice’s instincts flared up, adrenaline shot up her veins. Lessons about hand-to-hand combat repeating not in her head but instinctively in her muscles. She was the only one in the house. There was an intruder.

But as she turned around she found… nothing. At least not at first.

Behind her was the open door of the storage that lead into the kitchen. Nothing was blocking it. There was no one sneaking behind her. Her eyes looked down, searching the source of the shattered glass sound.

It was a small glass container. Among the broken glass was clove. It was the small clove jar. Clove is a spice so logically her eyes went up to the shelf where the rest of the spices where stored. There it was. The intruder was there. It was impossible but there it was. Or rather, there *she* was.

In between the jar of dried ginger and a jar of bay leafs was a space where the clove was supposed to be. It was currently occupied by a girl. A tiny, pinky-finger-sized girl.

And she was admittedly beautiful.

Her hair was the first thing that Béatrice noticed, as it was in truth the most noticeable of her features, for it was of a reddish brown that had a lot of contrast with her olive dress. Her big eyes being roughly of the same colour. 

Her expression, however, was of paralyzing fear, as if she had made the worst mistake in her life.

Béatrice and the strange intruder stared incredulously at each other for what felt like minutes to them, but it was close to five seconds.

Then the intruder started running.

But fast as she was (and she was admittedly pretty fast) Béatrice was considerably larger. For each ten to fifteen steps the little one made, the maid made half a sep. The adrenaline coursing through her blood made her move at almost superhuman speed. Quick as a lightning bolt, Béatrice snatches the intruder up in her closed fist.

Her heart was beating loudly and rapidly. She heard the muffled sound of tiny protests from the girl trapped in her hand as she struggled and squirmed in her closed fist.

Béatrice took a brief moment to process the impossibility of the situation. Once again, her brain was hard at work trying to convince her that there was, in fact, a tiny person in her hand. Once the adrenaline died down, and as her heartbeat slowed, her rational self regained full control.

In a few seconds Béatrice regained her composure. She straightened her back and took a deep breath. With the tiny girl still struggling, she searched for an empty jar. Then, she dropped the tiny girl there.

“Let me go!” Was the first audible and intelligible protest she made. Her voice sounded like that of a young adult. She fell gracefully into the jar, as if she had grown used to falling from heights.

Béatrice raised the jar to eye-level. The tiny girl’s bravado stopped suddenly, as if eye-contact reminded her that she was now on the maid’s complete mercy.

Still, Béatrice was looking at her not in a cold way, and not in a baffled, incredulous way either. She was instead staring rather curiously. Examining the little person’s body language, characteristics, looks, everything she could to better understand her. Until she realized that the creature spoke in her language… so the better way to understand her was to simply ask.

“What are you?” She finally said. To the little person’s surprise, there was no malice in her tone. Nor was she angry with her. She just sounded like a curious young woman. It was almost inviting.

And she decided to take the invitation.

“I’m a borrower” she said.

Béatrice’s eyes widened behind her glasses “I thought you were just a fairytale” she said “something children believe in”

“Well I’m not a fairytale and I’m telling you to let me go!” Said the borrower, growing bold again.

Béatrice smiled “Don’t worry, little one. I mean you no harm”

“Don’t you ‘little one’ me!” Barked the borrower.

“Oh. My deepest apologies, miss borrowers” said Béatrice, in a deeply respectful tone, as if she was talking with a noble guest to Lady Lenore “Can I bother you with your name”

The borrower sighed, as if the fact that her existence was revealed and she was a captive wasn’t enough of a humiliation, now the human was asking for her name. Still, it was known that on these cases, placating the big people was always the better course of action.

“Acorn” she said “My name’s Acorn”

Béatrice smiled sweetly “That’s a beautiful name” she said, sincerely “I’m Béatrice”

The borrower looked away from her eyes. “Thank you” she said, partially embarrassed that she was actually flattered by something a human said.

The maid maintained her sweet smile “I am very sorry, you’re probably not the most comfortable inside a glass jar”

“Oh, glad you noticed huh” replied Acorn.

Béatrice walked outside, past the kitchen, and back to her own room. Once safely in, she closed the door behind her and gently set the jar on her desk. Then she began tilting the jar, so that Acorn could climb and jump out on her own. Which the borrower did gracefully as a cat.

Acorn examined her surroundings still distrustful of the giant maid. Béatrice’s room was plain. A bed for one, a desk with an inkwell and some paper and pens. There was bookshelf filled with books on different topics, from novels to botanical science, astronomy, cooking. Acorn was actually impressed that the maid was so capable of handling such topics.

Béatrice took a seat on her desk’s chair, looming large over a slightly intimidated Acorn. She leaned in, letting her head rest on her hands as she got as low as possible while still sitting for the borrower.

Acorn could finally look at Béatrice’s face up close without the glass jar’s distortion. She didn’t want to admit it, but the maid was nothing short of beautiful. She was tall and sleek, with a long neck and straight black hair. The only point of colour in her whole being was the red frame of her glasses, from behind of which the maid’s bright green eyes looked in delight and curiosity at the borrower.

Béatrice was the first to speak.

“So, what exactly were you doing stealing our food, Miss Acorn?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t stealing, I was just borrowing it, that’s what we do” replied a half indignated Acorn at the implication she was a mere thief.

“Borrowing it?” Asked Béatrice “I’m afraid there are a few problems with that”

“No they aren’t!” Barked Acorn.

Béatrice gently got up from her seat and went to the table. She searched for a book, browsing with her finger. Then, she pulled a big tome, the largest Acorn had seen in her life. It was plainly titled ‘Dictionary’.

Béatrice opened the book, scanning through the pages. This went on for a while until…

“Aha! So borrowing, noun, the action of borrowing something… ta ta ta… ah, to borrow, verb, to take and use something belonging to someone else with the intention of returning it” said a satisfied Béatrice, closing the book and returning it to its spot in the shelf.

“Uh… so I don’t see-“ began Acorn

“You were stealing food” interrupted Béatrice “I can hardly imagine how do you plan on returning something that you presumably consumed”

Acorn sighed sadly “there’s no need to shame me like that you know?”

“I’m not trying to shame you” Béatrice said, genuinely concerned with Acorn’s feelings “I get it, I have had to steal food befo-”

“I wasn’t stealing” Acorn corrected “I was borrowing it”

Béatrice sighed “Ah, have it your way, but as I was saying… look, you could just ask for the food. The amount you eat can be written off as an administrative mistake”

Acorn was a bit baffled by the maid’s statement. The possibility of an actual friendly big person was something entirely new for her, maybe just as the existence of borrowers was to the maid. Either way, she meditated on it for a while.

“So, what if I ask for food?” She said.

The maid had felt it when she grabbed the borrower. The little one was hungry. She had felt ot in her hand, she could almost feel the borrower’s individual bones. She had gone through that experience, she couldn’t let someone go through that if she could stop it.

“If you ask, we can just make a space for you at our table” she said.

Acorn’s stomach growled and ached. She hoped Béatrice hadn’t heard it, nor seen her slight wince of pain. The maid’s senses were keen, however. And she took notice, as it showed on her now concerned face.

“Oh dear, you… you need something to eat, fast” said Béatrice.

“Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it…” she said, hiding her pain the best she could.

But Béatrice wasn’t easily fooled. She offered her hand for the borrower to jump in.

“Come to the kitchen with me, please”

Acorn’s head was evaluating a world of possibilities. What if she was planning to cook her? What if she drowned her in a bucket of water? Or what if she was going to throw her out of the window? Or what if…?

She shook her head. She was very hungry. So she decided with her stomach this time, and jumped into Béatrice’s open palm.

The maid traversed the apartment quickly to get to the kitchen as soon as possible. She let her borrower passenger jump off at the kitchen’s table while she rapidly checked the coals in the stove were still burning. Then, she went into the storage, and came out with some hen’s eggs, butter and salt.

Béatrice took a pan out of a cabinet and placed it on the stove, cutting some butter for the eggs. Acorn just sat silently, and let the maid cook the food peacefully.

Once they were done, she set them on a plate with some bread, and sat with Acorn. The borrower wanted to jump and swim in the creamy warm eggs and eat it whole, but she had to maintain her dignity. She didn’t want to leave a bad impressionon her new acquaintance. So she slowly took out a minuscule piece of bread and spread some of the eggs in it.

And it was delicious.

It was the best thing she had eaten in her life.

“I hope it’s to your liking, I know they’re some simple scrambled eggs but-“

“It’s perfect, really, it’s perfect” said Acorn, with her mouth full.

Béatrice smiled, satisfied, and spread some egg on some piece of bread for herself.

“Why are you so good to me?” Said the borrower, holding back tears.

“You remind me a bit of myself” said Béatrice.

Acorn didn’t think too much of it. She was very busy eating. But Béatrice did. Her time as an urchin in the city. Before Lenore came into her life…

But she didn’t want to reminisce now, she had done a good thing and that was enough. Although there was a slight craving growing in her right now. She needed to indulge it.

“Do you… mind if I do something, Acorn?”

“Do… what exactly?”

I want to pet her so fucking bad. Béatrice thought.

“May I, caress you?”

“Oh… eh…” Acorn was trying to avoid the thought, but what if? What if it felt really good?

What if it felt really, really good?

“Alright… I suppose the eggs merit it” she said “go ahead”

Béatrice reached for her, trying to not to do any sudden move, nothing that could scare her new little friend. Her fingers started tenderly stroking Acorn’s back.

It took a lot of restraint not to lean in and kiss her.

Acorn herself was trying her damned best not to show how much she was actually enjoying herself.

Both were starting to feel… entranced by the other.

So entranced indeed that neither heard the door opening. They didn’t hear Lenore walking to the kitchen either. Béatrice only noticed because of the bright pink dress she was wearing.

Lenore’s blue eyes were directly locked onto the borrower. Neither of the three spoke a word.

But Lenore didn’t have to rationalize every little thing. She didn’t have this need that Béatrice had of having to convince herself of the facts. No, Lenore simply walked to the kitchen’s table, sat down, and leaned as close as possible while respecting Acorn’s personal space.

“You’re ADORABLE” she said to the borrower.

Béatrice trance was broken by this point “L-Lady Lenore! S-so early…?”

“Ah don’t get me started on that boring meeting with the banker, introduce me to your adorable new little friend first!”

“O-of course!” Béatrice regained her composure as a maid “My Lady, let me formally introduce you to Acorn, she’s uh… a guest”

“I live under the floor, Béatrice..”

“Aww, the floor isn’t an appropriate place for someone as cute as you” said Lady Lenore “you’d be a lot better off as a guest of this house!”

“I appreciate your offer but-“

“Aw just look at her, Bea!” Said Lenore, almost kicking the air out of how cute she found the borrower to be “isn’t she the sweetest!”

Lenore’s compliments had the borrower completely smitten. Acorn had spent a lifetime running away from humans, avoiding their traps, and getting almost killed by them several times and yet she somehow had these two bewitched.

And she couldn’t say the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Béatrice might just have been the prettiest girl Acorn had ever seen but Lenore was a close second. She barely knew her for probably a minute and yet the way she dominated the room was… well Acorn hadn’t seen anything like that before.

Lenore leaned in a bit closer, making sure Acorn was seeing what Lenore considered to be the prettiest angle of her face, and asked “And what can I do to make this little sweetie stay?”

Acorn’s heart was beating like a drum “Uh… ah… I d-don’t know…” she said, her face visibly getting red.

“My Lady, what are you proposing?” Asked Béatrice.

“Oh well, showing out little guest some hospitality, that’s all…” she said, leaning in to kiss Acorn’s head.

Béatrice gasped and Acorn froze, but she liked it. In fact she loved it, in fact she found herself hugging Lenore’s lips as she kissed her.

Lady Lenore backed, leaving a small trail of saliva between her mouth and Acorn’s saliva covered face. The borrower was completely stunned, so overwhelmed by the situation that it made her incapable of speech.

“Did you like that?” Asked Lenore.

Acorn simply nodded.

“Would you like more?”

Acorn nodded energetically.

And so Lenore leaned in for a kiss again, this time, however, she was even bolder, licking the entirety of Acorn’s tiny face with her wet, warm tongue, an experience in which the borrower rejoiced,

Lenore’s eyes went to her maid, who was looking at the entire situation in stupor. The young mistress smiled to her maid. And then looked back at the stunned borrower in the table.

“Isn’t my little Béatrice pretty, Acorn?” Said Lenore.

Acorn nodded again.

“Would you like her to kiss you?”

“M-MY LADY WHA-“ but Béatrice wasn’t able to finish her sentence, as she was distracted by the borrower’s reaction.

Acorn had to start breathing through her mouth. She wanted to say yes so badly but limited herself to nodding again.

“Come here Béa! Our little guest has spoken!” Said Lenore motioning for Béatrice to lean in.

The maid shyly leaned towards Acorn. The borrower’s face was completely covered in a little film of Lenore’s saliva. Her heart was racing. Not only because of kissing the borrower, but for indirectly kissing her young mistress.

Her first kiss was soft, elegant, as she was. It was brief but it enchanted both the borrower and the maid, as well as the young mistress looking in amusement at the pair. Her second kiss was longer, and this time she let her lips taste the shape of Acorn’s face. By the third kiss she had begun using her tongue, tasting both of Lenore’s saliva and under that the innate taste of Acorn’s body. Then a fourth kiss, then a fifth and a sixth…

“My, my, a little enamoured with our most esteemed little guest aren’t we, my sweet Bea?”

Béatrice didn’t realize she had too started breathing with her mouth.

“Why don’t we go to my room for a while?” Proposed Lenore.

A few moments later the three would be in the apartment’s master bedroom. Lenore was first to enter, followed by Béatrice, who in turn was carrying Acorn in her hand.

“Help me with my dress, Bea” said Lenore.

Béatrice didn’t answer, but she went to Lenore’s back and unzipped her long pink dress. The young mistress was left in her underwear, just a white bra and panties.

This was… what she wanted. At least just once. To shake away the barrier between them.

“Give Acorn to me and I’ll help with yours” said Lenore, with a voice that might as well had been covered in honey.

Béatrice was ready to hand her over into Lenore’s hands but she didn’t have them up, she just looked her in the eyes, smiling. Béatrice read the queue, and placed Acorn on her mistress’ cleavage.

Acorn was about to explode. Lenore’s chubby body made her breasts massive or at least massive in comparison to the borrower. Her breathing accelerated as she noticed she had to actively hang on to Lenore’s breasts to keep her from falling down deeper into her flesh.

Meanwhile, Lenore was unzipping Béatrice’s dress. The elegant maid uniform fell to the floor to reveal Béatrice’s lanky body.

“You’re so beautiful, little Bea…” Lenore said, inviting her to her bed. It was large, fancy, and certainly big enough for three normal sized people, so it had ample space for two humans and a finger-sized borrower.

Lenore gently set Acorn on the bed, letting her hop off her hand. “Your turn little one” she said.

Acorn was beginning to take her little dress off, but she was stopped by Béatrice’s fingers.

“Let me help” she said.

Acorn stopped moving. Béatrice dexterously removed her dress completely. It was actually amazing she did. Under it Acorn wore no underwear.

Lenore leaned for another kiss, the bolder yet, as this time she licked the entirety of Acorn’s body and lifted her into her mouth with her tongue. She gently pushed Béatrice down into the bed.

Béatrice hoped this wasn’t a dream.

Her young mistress laid on top of her body. Then she kissed her, with the borrower still on her mouth.

The maid could only wonder as how it would feel to be Acorn right now. To be so small and yet so lovingly encased within two caverns of flesh. To be so close to meeting one’s demise by accident, by being swallowed or by a mouth closing in too hard and yet to trust both of them completely.

Acorn, on her part, could never imagine she would willingly enter a human’s mouth. That she would willingly give herself up to these kind of games. But it was fun to play. And she wanted more.

Never before had she felt this aroused. She grabbed onto the interlocking tongues, rubbing her body against them. Lenore at first, then Béatrice. The three dancing in the name of excitement and desire. She had been turned around so many times that at one point she forgot whose mouth was supposed to be whose.

She couldn’t keep it in. She moaned loudly. And let both tongues taste her fluids.

At this point lips closed on her back and one of the tongues left. She felt movement. When the mouth opened again she was dropped on someone’s belly.

Lenore’s. This is Lenore’s tummy. She thought. The first time a cohesive thought that could be put into words came to Acorn’s head.

Béatrice was above them. Looking like she too was having a hard time thinking with all the lust clouding her head.

“Please… continue… I want you…” said Lenore.

“Yes… My Lady” barely said Béatrice.

“But… I want Acorn in too…”

Acorn knew what it meant. Lenore made no actual command but Acorn obeyed nonetheless. The young mistress smiled, satisfied knowing that the borrower could read her like that. Acorn half walked half crawled towards Lenore’s panties and got inside, between the white fabric and the wet flesh.

But then the panties where removed and Acorn found herself between Lenore’s wet flesh and the soft flesh of Béatrice’s girl dick, which she was rubbing and grinding against Lenore’s pussy.

Béatrice was refined and elegant even in these moments, as every thrust was made following a meticulous rhythm in connection with Lenore’s pleasure. Even in love she lived to serve her needs.

For Acorn, the experience inside the mouths was enough to be of world shattering implications. So when it came to her place here in between the passionate dance of Béatrice’s dick it felt of no consequence. She had already overloaded. She wasn’t going to spend this time thinking on how afraid of humans she once was. Now all she could think of was where to contribute to both women's pleasure.

The borrower squirmed between the two girls, climbing a little up Lenore’s flesh, until she was right against her clit. Acorn felt the entirety of Lenore’s body tremble in pleasure. All while Béatrice’s dick was still grinding her against Lenore.

At this moment it was simply too much for all involved. Acorn, Lenore and Béatrice all came roughly at the same time. The room was filled with loud delectable moans for a few seconds, and then Béatrice collapsed on the bed, at Lenore’s side.

“Oh dear… I’m sorry… I made a terrible mess…” she said, in between breaths and referring to the exhausted borrower covered in her load crawling out of Lenore’s intimate flesh.

“Ah… ah… d-don’t worry about it…” said Acorn’s tired voice, doing all she could to reach Lenore’s tummy on her all fours.

Lenore was smiling and satisfied. Both to have broken the tension between her and her maid, and to have made a new friend. It was also a very tiring and boring day, filled with endless meetings and empty pleasantries, and this was the best way she could dream of unwinding it.

“So… what say you now, sweetie, will you stay with us?” Said Lenore.

Acorn had settled for a point slightly above Lenore’s belly button to fall on her back and rest, leaving a trail of Béatrice’s cum all over the young mistress’ abdomen. She took some seconds to breath before answering.

“I’ll… I’ll…” began Acorn, trying her best not to reveal she just had the best experience in her life “I’ll think about it…”

The borrower fell silent, and closed her eyes smiling.

“I’ll bring a towel for our guest… before the… uh… ‘substances’ dry up…” said Béatrice, standing up from the bed “A hand towel will suffice”

Béatrice left the room and returned with a wet towel, ready to help the borrower clean herself up from all the fluids she spread on her. But once she returned both her mistress and the borrower on top of her were sleeping, exhausted and well pleased.

She couldn’t resist the thought. Acorn looked the cutest while naked, sleeping and completely blanketed by her love. She was sleeping just so peacefully, so calm, so loved.

A maid’s duty, it seems, never truly ended. She cleaned Acorn’s body gracefully and impressively this only half woke the borrower up and she returned to a completely asleep state as soon as Béatrice’s hands were off her.

Now, if she let the two sleep like that on this weather they would end up catching a cold. So she carefully picked Acorn up by the waist and set her gently beside Lenore’s face. It was safe, She knew her young mistress never rolled in her sleep.

Then as to not disturb her young mistress’ sleep, she went for a blanket in the closet, and managed to cover both women with it.

Once both were comfortable, Béatrice stretched and slipped back into her working uniform.

After all they wouldn’t be asleep forever and they would certainly be hungry once they woke up. Béatrice went to the kitchen and pondered her options.

She really hoped Acorn would appreciate the stew as much as Lenore did.

Béatrice began preparing herself some tea. And as the water boiled she began wondering.

Was what she did wrong? Was loving one’s mistress wrong?

But she soon found out the implications of what she did didn’t affect her. She loved Lenore. That was all there was to it.

And while certainly she couldn’t call it *love* yet, she was totally enamoured with the borrower.

As she poured herself some sweet tea she wondered when they could do that again.

But not now. She had work to do.

She wouldn’t let her mistress and a guest to their house go hungry.

[aspenwriter]

Borrower Roleplay

“I just want to try something new, I need something that will… spice things up, no, heat things up, something that we haven’t tried yet, something new and exciting” said Emilia, the relatively petite blonde college student clutching a white cup of sweet, almost relaxing coffee. It was a cold autumn afternoon and Emilia was clad in a bright red coat and a black scarf, topped with her favourite rain boots, an outfit that she considered to be so cute that even the template climate of the acclaimed Café Norton hadn’t made her take it out.

We said that Emilia was ‘relatively’ petite and that is very much truth. While Emilia on her best days couldn’t top 5’1”, the person she was speaking to was quite a lot shorter. Emilia was talking to her girlfriend, the at best three inches tall borrower, Anna. We also said that Café Norton was ‘acclaimed’ and that is also true, for Café Norton was the first of its kind that served both a Human and Borrower clientele. It was also both Emilia’s and Anna’s favourite after-college place. The ambience was calm, the baristas and the staff were awfully comprehensive to the ‘vertical limitations’ of borrowerkind and the coffee was actually really good.

“We haven’t tried ‘everything’, love” replied Anna from the tabletop, where a little borrower-sized table was placed for her to enjoy the coffee and food comfortably and in the company of her normal-sized partner. Anna was tall for a borrower, with short boyish black hair and hardened complexion. She wore a black cape that hid a leather suit, it was the latest in borrower-sneaking fashion, although she hasn’t had the need for it in years. “I’m very sure we just haven’t been creative enough, that’s all. There are a lot of intricate positions we could get ourselves into” she said, as she took another sip of her coffee.

The comment made Emilia blush. Anna was always blunt with her speech and loved making her girlfriend blush in public. Right now, the borrower was smirking as Emilia hid herself in her scarf out of embarrassment. “D-don’t make me imagine that sort of stuff here!” she exclaimed, prompting Anna to laugh out loud. Were her girlfriend human-sized she would have playfully slapped her in the arm, but size differences taken into consideration, all Emilia did was gently poke her chest. The touch wasn’t even strong enough to make the borrower move a millimeter. Emilia had grown very careful over time.

They had met two years ago. Back then, borrowers were still a secret to the big, human world and their kind mostly kept to themselves except for their occasional scavenging runs out in human dwellings. It was in one such run where Anna, who had been living in the walls of the college dorm, accidentally tripped and fell directly on the inside of Emilia’s open mouth. She had the habit of snoring after all. Emilia frequently joked ever since about the fake statistic that ‘the average human swallows eight borrowers a year in their sleep’.

While it started somewhat in a shocking manner for Emilia, their relationship was on very friendly terms for the first days, with Anna visiting every once in a while, at first just because Emilia offered free food and then because she very genuinely started enjoying her company. Their relationship soon evolved into very, very friendly terms once in a very passionate night Emilia discovered the wonders of having someone using their entire body just to give pleasure. Not just the hips and legs. Their *entire* body.

It was perfectly timed. Borrowers became public knowledge a year into their relationship and while both societies were still in a period of adjustment, the general consensus was that borrowers and humans had nothing to lose and a lot to gain from their partnership. It’s not like being in this kind of inter-species relationship was that much common nowadays but it was certainly not frowned at all. Plus, human-borrower sex was quite a lot of fun.

Still it was *that* particular topic that concerned both Emilia and Anna. While the size difference opened a world of possibilities, two years into a committed relationship had also made that they had exhausted (or at least they believed they had) next to all possibilities. Anna had explored by now every inch of Emilia’s body, almost literally. She knew what made Emilia squirm and moan the most. And yet Emilia longed for something more, although she couldn’t put it into words just yet.

Emilia finally peeked out of her scarf fortification and sighed profoundly. “You’re right, there must be something that we haven’t thinked about, we’re missing something here…” she said, still blushing a bit. “Look love it’s not your fault, this is entirely on me” she said, gently stroking Anna’s back with her index finger, an action that made the borrower instantly relax. It took Anna a great effort not to nuzzle against her finger like a kitten.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s not like I’m angry or anything love” said Anna, cheerfully and hiding a bit of just how much she enjoyed what Emilia was just doing. “As I said I think I just need to get a little more creative, that’s all it is to it”

“Do you have any ideas right now?” Asked a curious Emilia.

Anna’s mind flashed with ways to insert herself into Emilia’s orifices but came out blank. She had done all of that already. So she just said “nah, not yet”

Emilia looked a bit sad, directing her have to her cup. Anna wished she could lift her chin with her hand and blow that sadness away with a long, passionate kiss. But at her tiny size, all she could do was pull Emilia’s finger to her face and plant a soft kiss at the tip of it. It never failed making Emilia giggle.

The Café at this hour of the day was filled with mixed-species couples. It was after all their most frequent clientele due to their borrower-friendly installations. Anna looked to her left and right, waiting for some sort of divine inspiration. She found one in one of these couples.

It was a gentle looking human boy with brown hair, chatting amorously with her borrower girlfriend, a young girl wearing a blue dress. He had the look of being madly in love. The borrower on her part, seemed to enjoy having the human boy figuratively tied around her little finger. Her attitude had something special… It reminded Anna of a princess of sorts. 

Princess… princess…

Anna said the word without making a sound, just moving her lips. Then she whispered it softly, as if tasting the flavour it produced in her mouth. A princess was something out of a storybook, of human fantasies, tales. 

Fantasies…

Emilia loved literature. She was a literature student after all. But while she had spent a lot of time among the classics, she recognised the value of cheap and cheesy writing. And Emilia was still human after all and as with all humans she indulged in a few guilty pleasures during reading time. Guilty pleasures that she had confided into Anna.

“Hey, love?” She called up to her partner “I uh, I think I got something but it might sound a little silly…” she motioned Emilia to get closer and the blonde girl leaned in just close enough so Anna could actually whisper in her ear.

After hearing her girlfriend’s idea, she almost jumped out of the table and ran away in embarrassment. It really took restraint not to do so.

But what Anna had suggested might just be it.

They finished their coffees almost synchronized and Anna climbed inside Emilia’s chest pocket. After paying and leaving a generous tip, Emilia almost ran to the nearest pet shop, and bought herself a large leash, with a collar to match. Anna would have done it herself had she not been a borrower, since Emilia couldn’t do it with a straight face at all.

Emilia then returned, along with Anna, to the dorms. Luckily it was still very early and no one was around to awkwardly greet while she was a bit horny. Emilia got to her room and locked the door behind her.

Heavily breathing, she went to her bed and let Anna climb out of her coat.

“Ready?” Asked the borrower.

Emilia nodded and pulled the leash and collar out of the paper bag from the pet shop. Breathing heavily and still blushing, she put them on.

Gently, Anna picked her end of the leash. Proportionally it was like picking up a small tree trunk in diameter. But Anna was a strong borrower after all, and it proved to be no challenge.

“How foolish of you to fall into my hands, little princess” she began.

“Y-you’re right… I am so, so very foolish” said Emilia, still containing herself a bit but committing to her role.

“I haven’t given you permission to speak!” Barked Anna. It made Emilia actually gasp. “You won’t make a good pet at all…”

Emilia looked down to Anna, her eyes almost those of a hurt puppy.

“You don’t seem to understand your situation, little princess” continues Anna, in her best impression of a cringe visual novel villain she could make “as long as you’re in my clutches, you must obey my commands…”

Emilia nodded, hear heart beating ever more rapidly.

“I don’t like those ugly rags you have for clothes…” continued Anna “take them off, now” she said, pulling the leash, which Emilia barely felt. But she was committing to her role, and as Anna pulled Emilia let out a small grunt and pulled herself into Anna’s direction.

She unbuttoned her coat, all with her gentle eyes closed. All while Anna watched, almost bewitched by this titan’s beauty. Emilia made sure to make it all a show for her little overlord, taking her time to delicately pull every piece of her outfit off.

“Now down! Your master commands it!” Said Anna, once Emilia was completely naked. She did her best to hide her slight embarrassment, the little act was all for her partner, and even though Anna was having a lot of fun, the theatrics made her be the most glad that besides her girlfriend there was no active audience. Emilia obeyed her orders and laid down on her belly on the bed, her head just in front of Anna.

“Good girl” Anna congratulated “you can follow basic commands” she said, walking past Emilia’s face and climbing on top of her back. Every little step made Emilia twitch.

“You’re a beautiful beast” Anna said, taking a stroll down Emilia’s back, her little feet struggling to keep balance on the pillowy surface that was Emilia’s silk-smooth skin. “I see why you were your realms pride, but you’re *mine* now” she said, again giving an almost imperceptible pull to the leash, to which Emilia still reacted as if it was a strong grip.

Anna jumped to the bed “now turn, pet, on your back!” and Emilia happily complied. Anna climbed to her belly, struggling even more to stand, as Emilia’s rapid breathing made the ground go up and down. Still, Anna pulled through, and walked to the mound sized breasts of her girlfriend.

It was hard for Emilia to keep her cool as her small girlfriend climbed her most sensitive places, but she wasn’t given permission to speak yet.

Anna grabbed one of Emilia’s nipples, the tip almost the size of her whole fist. As Anna touched it, she felt the whole of Emilia’s body react. The surface got hotter, and she started feeling her sweat.

“You can speak now, my pet” said Anna. Emilia opened her mouth to let a small series of moans out. First small, gentle, almost quiet, but as Anna’s stroking intensified so to did Emilia’s noises.

“Be a good girl…” Anna said “moan for me” and Emilia obeyed. Getting louder but no so as to be heard from outside her room. 

Anna leaned in and licked her girlfriend soft nipple. Emilia had to bite her tongue not to be heard by her neighboring students. Anna had unbuttoned her cape, and she began throwing her clothes over her shoulder, soon, she was rubbing her entire body on Anna’s breast.

“You can play with yourself, my pet” she said in between taking her girlfriend nipple in and out of her mouth. Emilia nodded “yes… master” she said in between breaths. And soon her fingers went down to her most intimate.

She tried to be slow, but Anna had been getting ever more savage. The borrower was hard at work pleasuring both herself and her girlfriend. Emilia couldn’t help herself but to match Anna’s more primal approach, she massaged her clit with passion.

Soon the both of them had forgotten the bit they were both playing and just focused on giving the most out of themselves for the other. With her free hand, Emilia pressed her tiny lover against her breast, her palm feeling every muscle in the borrower’s body working towards her having the best of times.

It was too much. Emilia exploded and so too did Anna. And while Anna’s small size made it so she was free to moan her lungs out, Emilia had to cover her mouth with her hand.

The two laid in a puddle of sweat and cum, breathing heavily. Emilia gently stroked Anna’s back. For all her dominating act, making love in such a scale tired the borrower profoundly.

Because of that Emilia said nothing as she opened the bed and slipped in, with Anna gently cupped in her hands. She placed the naked borrower in front of her, in her own little pillow, and covered her with the bedsheets. Anna was exhausted and didn’t say a word before falling asleep.

Emilia leaned in for a kiss which covered most of Anna’s exposed chest and whispered a good night. She then closed her eyes, with her mind going through a whole lot of scenarios she was now very excited to try with her small girlfriend, before falling asleep herself short after.

[aspenwriter]

Boysmell, Chapter 2

(CW: Smut)

After a few hours relaxing in Alex’s pocket, Alice decided to peek out.

Alex was resting on his back, and apparently sleeping. They were, also apparently, on Alex’s couch. The same couch they had both used while marathoning series or playing videogames, now was like the throne of a god. Alice had to balance herself against the rhythmic ups and downs of Alex’s chest as the giant boy breathed in and out, and admittedly, it was harder than expected.

Alice decided it was enough of resting already. She was, for some reason, barely inches tall and while she appreciated Alex’s help there was no excuse for delay now, as her entire life was in jeopardy. With great difficulty, Alice crawled from Alex’s chest to the boy’s face. 

If anything, her greatest distractor was Alex’s aroma. The soft musk of sweat and cologne he always had was intensified by several orders of magnitude hare, on this scale. It was now strong, and basically the only thing that Alice could smell now.

“Oh there you are sleepyhead!” A familiar yet booming voice came from in front of her.

 

“Alex?” Alice asked to his giant friend “You were awake?”

“Aha!” he said. “I just like, wanted to see you crawling in my chest and all…” He giggled. Even at this scale it was cute when he giggled.

Alice laughed. “Don’t make me crawl if I don’t need to, you dumbass!” She said.

“Aw, there’s no fun in that.” Alex said, with an obviously fake and dramatized sad tone.

Alice laughed again. Alex laughed too. Alice had to really put a great deal of effort in not rolling over Alex’s chest. She was grabbing her friend’s shirt as it was the only way for her not to fall over.

When they finally stopped, Alice took a long breath and said “It’s so good to have you helping me out on this.”

“No problem!” Alex responded “Doing my part!” he said, with a fake military salute.

Alice took her time to accommodate herself on her best friend’s chest, crossd her legs, and asked.“So, what now, Alex? We should get some help”

“Well, there is no need to go find help just yet don’t you think?” he answered.

Alice was baffled by that statment. What the hell was Alex thinking? Was this all a big joke to him? Where was his sense of urgency? “WHAT?! ALEX LOOK AT ME!” Alice said, pointing at herself. “In case you haven't noticed, I'm SMALL!”

“Hey, hey it’s ok” Alex said  “I know this is hard on you, I know this is weird and bizarre and unexplainable and we’re going to look for help but why don’t we like, chill for a bit?”

“What do you mean?" Alice said, still baffled at her friend’s characteristic relaxed attitude even in such situations.

“I mean you’re so small right now… isn’t it exciting for you?” he said.

“I don’t see how this could be fucking exciting, Alex”. Alice said.

“I get it, I get it, I really do but isn’t it amazing to see the world from this new perspective?” Alex said with a smile. “You’re probably the first person in that condition. You’re seeing things no human was ever seen before, you can do things no one has ever believed could be done!”

“I suppose you’re right…” Alice said. Maybe it was just that Alex wanted to cheer her up. Maybe he just wanted to put a positive spin on this horrible day. What could go wrong with a little positivity in her life? Alice felt almost guilty for screaming at him. Alex was doing his best to keep her morale up.

“Yeah! There's like, sooo many fun things we could do right now!” Alex said, cheerfully. 

Alice felt admittedly a little nervous by that statement. Not because she distrusted Alex as a person, but she distrusted, at least a bit, his definition of ‘fun’. Of course there was no harm in trying to do something fun at her size but what was Alex thinking of? Meekly, she asked:

“L-like what?”

“Like this! Watch!” Alex said.

A giant hand came from her left to grab her. It was so fast Alice didn’t have time to protest, resist or even gasp. Suddenly, she was trapped on a warm fleshy box of fingers and palm. Alex, on his part, jumped out of the couch with her best friend tightly secured in his hand and gently dropped Alice beside his feet.

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE SOOOO SMALL NOW!” he said, like an excited little boy.

Alice suffered a little vertigo and some dizziness from changing environments so fast, and by looking up at his friend’s giant form like this. It was very different from their first encounter as shrinkee and man, as Alex was resting on a bench. Now, at his full height, he truly felt like a massive, walking and breathing skyscraper.

“Let’s play a game!” He announced.

Alice still hadn’t stood up as she tried to respond “What kind of game?”

“Cat and Mouse!” Alex declared.

Alice was well aware of the implications that choice of game had. Fuck. She really couldn’t get mad at Alex. After all, if any person had to find her while she was just some inches tall she was thankful it was him. But still, he could be a little more comprehensive with her situation.

Alex was a giggling giant. He jumped back, making Alice trip and fall to the floor again as she was just standing up. And then he said “ON YOUR MARKS”

Alice wasn’t ready.

“SET”

She had finally stood up. Like an animal, she instinctively looked for hiding spots, cover, anything that could help. The couch? Yes she could go under it as long as-

“GO!”

Alright, there was no time to think. Alice ran to the underside of the couch as fast as she could. But all it took was Alex taking a single, loud step for the tremors it made to make her trip and fall.

Alice rolled over her back to stand up quickly, but Alex was already over her. She waited for his hand to snatch her out from the floor, instead…

Alex's sock-clad foot came down on her. Alice's reflexes acted up and she covered her face waiting for the worst. But obviously, her friend had no intention of crushing her. Instead, his foot gently pressed her against the floor, pinning her down, and preventing her from making any movement.

It wasn’t Alex’s foot that was bothering Alice right now. Not his foot per se. It was the smell of the foot.

Alex had clearly worn his shoes all day and it showed. His socks were soggy and dirty and all around her was the smell of sweat trapped within a shoe and a sock. Even if Alice squirmed and pushed, there was no way for her to realistically take it off from her.

“Take this of me now!” She screamed up. Unintentionally opening her mouth and letting the humid fibers of the sock in for a brief moment. It tasted horrible, bitter and salty. Alice dreaded the fact that Alex could have noticed it.

“Uhhh, don't wanna” He said, with a lightheaded tone.

“ALEX!” Alice screamed again. Although this time with just a little bit of genuine anger in her. 

“Ok, ok! No problem!” Alex said, gently removing his foot and looking down mockingly on his best friend laying on the floor, a sight that made him giggle like an amused young boy yet again.

Alice took the first chance she got to try to rise up from the floor. It was a nice attempt, but Alex just shoved his foot right back in. Again, he used little force. A mere touch  was all it took to make Alice fall back down on her ass again.

“Sorry!” He said “It’s just so much fun to see you down there like that!” He said, and honestly, Alex was speaking the truth here. Watching her best friend pinned down, hopelessly fighting for release against not him, but just his foot, was the most amusing thing that Alex had seen in his life.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY, ALEX” Alice shouted at him. Now, she was definitely annoyed by her friend’s teasing attempts.

“Aw come on, it really is” Alex said, pouting. “You’d do the same if I were tiny, you have to admit this is really funny”

“IT 'S NOT!” Alice said.

She gave up. Alice stopped squirming and pushing and fighting to reflect on her position. Alex was merely teasing her, that was right. But he was just so much more powerful than her now. If he had wanted to, he could have crushed her like a bug several times over. 

And then it sank in. She was powerless. She depended on Alex for everything now. Her life was entirely reliant on his whims.

Alex, above, felt how Alice suddenly stopped and removed his foot to reveal her friend curled up and crying. Concerned. he backed off and dropped to the floor on his belly, in a position that best allowed him to look Alice eye-to-eye.

“Look, I’m sorry if it got out of hand, it’s just kind of irresistible” He apologized.

Alice cleaned her tears with the sleeves of her dress, and took a big breath. “Don’t worry Alex, I guess I’m going through a bad moment, that's all” she said, still depressed.

“I’m sorry, again” Alex said with concern in his voice “Do you need me to do anything for you?”

“I need you to get help!” Alice said. “Just look at me! I don’t know what happened to me. I don’t know how it happened, I don’t know if it’s even possible for me to grow back! We need to get someone! A scientist or a doctor or anyone!”

“That’s going to be a bit of a problem” Alex said, backing off a little “you smell like feet right now. I believe you should clean yourself up a bit before going to meet anyone else, it would be a bad first impression if you roll up smelling like some dirty socks.”

That was very much true. Alex’s smell had somehow stuck to her. It was everywhere in her dress, hair, and face. 

“I smell like YOUR feet because of YOU!” Alice shouted at her friend. “You should be the one finding a solution!”

“Well… I can help you smell nicely right now!” He said. “Although you probably wouldn't like it. The thing is, I've been chewing mint gum all day, you know?

Alice connected the dots immediately. “Oh no, don't you da-”

Alex, in an almost feline motion, lunged forward to grab Alice with his mouth. Only her kicking feet were out of his body, and he promptly pushed them in as he stood. He wasn’t lying, his mouth did smell nicely. 

“ALEX!” Alice said. “LET ME OUT THIS INSTA-” and again, Alice was interrupted by Alex’s mouth. His tongue, acting as a bathing sponge, licked Alice’s entire body. From her feet up to her head, Alex spared no place from his tongue.

He went back to the couch, playing with his little prey on his mouth. Alex moved Alice from cheek to cheek, between his teeth. Covered her entire body with his saliva. He even took the care to give Alice some brief moments of respite to catch her breath.

After a few minutes, Alex opened his palm right below his mouth, and gently dropped her friend from inside of him, covered in a blob of mint-scented saliva. Alice’s hair was a mess now, and her pretty dress would need a wash later, but she was otherwise unharmed.

“There! Now you smell like fresh mint!”

Alice had cried a lot while inside Alex’s mouth. It wasn’t that she felt violated by him, not at all. It was all too frequent among the pair to grab each other unannounced and to sleep together occasionally. Intimacy among them was no taboo.

No, Alice had cried because there was nothing she could do to stop him.

But right now she wasn’t crying. As her mess of a saliva-soaked body tried to find her footing in Alex’s palm she just laughed nervously.

“I guess we can look for help now?” She asked

“First we wait for you to have an actual bath, silly” 

[aspenwriter]

Boysmell, Chapter 1

(Done as a comission for @SmalSapphire on Twitter)

That fateful day, Alice had woken up as if her life wasn't about to be changed forever.

She rose from her bed to the sound of the alarm. Walked past her desk, where the unfinished dress she was making for her latest cosplay: Celeste from Danganronpa, and went to her bathroom to take a warm shower before a stressful day at college.

Her bathroom was as much of a mess as her room (or her whole life, as she herself put it some times) was. The clutter of hair and skin products and makeup was a mystery to everyone but her, which she carelessly ignored as she took the oversized t-shirt she fancied as a pajama and stepped into the shower.

Alice didn't think much of the day ahead. Shower time was sacred for her. She gently washed away the night's sweat from her slender body, and hummed a simple tune to herself. Alice took great care to rinse delicately her long black hair, her great pride. Once she was done, she walked, still naked, to the kitchen counter of the small studio apartment her parents were renting for her and grabbed her favorite breakfast: pop tarts and cigarettes. 

Today, she was feeling casual, and wore a black, but still cute dress. This was far from the gothic lolita style she would use on photoshoots but she was, after all, just gearing up for a normal day at college. For makeup, a simple eyeliner and some shade, matched with long eyelashes and black lipstick. After all that, she was finally ready.

Alice walked down the street to the bus stop, smoking another cigarette and listening to her favorite Spotify playlist. She hadn’t timed her commute, she never did. If she was late or not, who cares? She would be the only one truly affected by her (admittedly) bad decision making. The fact that the bus arrived and she was actually early for her first class of the day was merely luck, and not welcomed by Alice at all.

She hopped on the bus, and searched for her favourite seat, the one on the back where the windows were so well positioned she could get some wind both frome her seat and the one in front and stared out to the world from the window, and ran for it. She almost never ran, except for this kind of occasions.

Then, she stared out from the window. It was still autumn, and the skies already turned grey, almost fusing themselves with the concrete buildings and roads. Alice liked it. While some called the view almost depressing, Alice felt very relaxed by it. She kept staring, slowly letting everything melt away. This was her space. This exact seat on the bus on the way to College.

Alice wondered if this was what some called the Nirvana. A wonderful state of almost non-existence. No goals and no problems and no effort. No pressure from her parents to get that stupid Law degree. No thirsty young boys in her inbox. No-

A hand poked her shoulder. A gentle hand, whose touch was so familiar Alice didn’t really had to think of who it belonged to. While an interruption nonetheless, Alice couldn’t, in any possible way, get mad at his particular person. She unplugged her headphones and turned to meet her best friend. 

"Alex!" She greeted. With genuine joy in her voice.

Alex was a short, delicate trans boy with hazelnut colored hair. He was, in fact, at least five inches shorter than Alice. He wore some light blue jeans, a pair of Converse shoes, and a loose Hawaiian shirt. He was binding, as he had not taken a mastectomy at least for now. He was the embodiment of relaxation. Alice secretly thought that the only reason he hadn’t gotten his breasts removed was that the procedure was too much of a bother for him. Of course, she never asked that.

And while even if his upbeat attitude threw her off sometimes, Alice was glad to have a loyal friend such as him. Alex and Alice had known each other since childhood. They had been best friends in High School. Alex lent his shoulder every time Alice needed to cry. She had done the same, and supported him every step of his transition, she even taught him how to bind, as she had experience with it from cosplaying male characters. When her father had forced her to take up that Law degree, Alex had followed her to the very same college and enrolled in the same courses as her.

The two had spent the most formative years of their respective lives together. Many speculated they were partners. And of course, there had been some tension. They had kissed each other on the mouth during parties while they were drunk and slept together in sleepovers in each other's houses. Still, they maintained that they were just best friends. 

Alex quickly sat beside Alice and gave her a long hug. He kissed her cheek, and asked “How is it going?”

"Honestly?" She replied. “I’m doing like shit”

"That's… unfortunate. What's wrong?" He said, still maintaining  his usual cheerful tone.

"My back is aching like crazy man” Alice said “I spent last night catching up to Criminal Procedures, curved over my desk like a fucking shrimp”

Alex put his hands on her back without asking permission, as it was not actually needed, and started gently massaging Alice’s back.

“My, you were right… you’re as rigid as an iron stick” he said, worried.

Alice shifted her back towards Alex, letting him continue in a more comfortable position. “I honestly don’t know why I’m bothering with this Alex, why couldn’t I just study something easier?”

“Becouse they forced you, sis” Alex said “You really didn’t have much of a choice back there”

He was right. College was the only way she could get away from her awful family, after all. And her father wanted a lawyer daughter. Alice couldn't help it, she was a “people pleaser” as some would said. And if it helped getting away, what was wrong with a little compliance on her part?

“You know… sometimes I wish I could just… vanish” Alice said “Somewhere far away, where I’m not bothered by anyone ever again”

Alex didn't press on questioning her. He knew that she would sometimes just get like this: catastrophizing, desperation, the sudden need to disappear. Alex knew Alice was under a lot of pressure.

So he just stopped his massage, and gently hugged her from the back.

“But I can still bother you, right sis?” he asked.

Alice smiled. “Yes, of course you can”

The pair remained hugging each other for ten more minutes, until the bus came to a stop just outside their college, and both went to their respective classes. Alice kissed Alex on the cheek as a goodbye. Not knowing, not even considering the fact, that this would be the last time she would have lower herself to do so.

Alice just motioned his friend to her shoulder, where Alex's hazelnut head rested during the whole trip. They chatted about class, about the asshole professor that was getting on their nerves and of the protest programed for next week. The pair stepped out of the bus, not knowing it would be the last time they saw each other as equals. 

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Alice's day went on as normal. Class after class, lecture after lecture, she went through the motions of her life. God, she just wanted to catch a break. As his professor was going on and on about the history of the Rental/Lease contract, she stood up without a word for the back door of the room. 

Alice headed to the cafeteria for a soda, a coffee or an energy drink. Just anything that could keep her eyes open for the next hour. She just reached the courtyard. The cafeteria was just some yards away from her.

And then, Alice’s life suddenly stopped. Changed course completely.

She felt as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Her whole body was burning with pain. It lasted mere seconds but it was as if every muscle was contracting at the same time, as if bones broke and shattered and rebuilt themselves. It was enough to make the poor girl faint instantly. 

And when she woke up…

She thought she was dreaming, hallucinating, or just had gotten mad all of a sudden. 

Everything was… big.

She was lying on her back, she was still in the courtyard, she was still wearing her dress, the pain was totally gone. But everything was different. Everything was enormous, as if she had suddenly walked into another dimension, or turned into a doll spontaneously. 

Alice barely controlled her breathing. She looked in every direction for some sort of explanation, or just by the pure animalistic instinct that people feel in maddening situations.

So she stood up and ran in panic, aimlessly. She prayed for this to be a weird nightmare. But the floor on her feet and the wind on her face were anything but unreal. The courtyard was just enormous now, simple as that. Alice was sobbing now. Almost praying for a solution, for help, for an explanation, for anything. 

Luckily for Alice, a savior presented himself to her.

Resting on a bench was Alex. Soundly asleep. Alice recognized his hazelnut hair right away. She ran to the bench for what felt like miles but were actually just a couple dozen feet. There he was.

He was sleeping on his back. There was no way to catch his attention. Alice couldn't climb the bench. And even if she screamed with all her force, there was no way to tell if it would be enough, besides, she didn’t want to catch any unwanted attention in this state.

Actually, Alice dreaded being in anyone but Alex’s field of view right now, so she meekly hid under the bench, where she could sob in peace. The sobbing turned to crying quickly. Just what the hell was happening?

Alice thought of those times she said she wanted to disappear, and regretted every time she uttered the idea. She was expecting being left alone in her apartment, taking photos, experimenting with cosplay, not whatever this was.

And then… opportunity.

Alice whipped her tears from her eyes and looked at her best chance of salvation. 

Alex’s arm had dropped from the bench. He probably turned to his side, but whatever, now was her chance. Alice ran to his friend’s hand, and bit it.

The boy flinched in pain, and Alice barely evaded the quick instinctive motion of his arm to wipe whatever bug had just bitten him away. Alex had woken up, and peeked over the bench and to the floor.

Their eyes met. Alex was very visibly surprised, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just offered Alice his hand. She rapidly ran to it, and Alex’s fingers closed on her like a safe cocoon of flesh.

Alex stood up with Alice in his hand, hidden from sight. The boy, still silent, gently dropped her in his chest pocket.

“Stay out of sight” he whispered “I’ll protect you”.

Alice was crying tears of relief as she curled up inside his best friend’s pocket. It was such a comforting place… the warmth, the soft fabric of the shirt and… Alex’s smell. It was a soft musk of sweat and cologne, topped with the faint scent of his hair products. Alice didn’t dare to peek out from her safe space, but heard how Alex ran to a bus.

She heard footsteps and a greeting from the guard in Alex’s apartment building. Then the opening and closing of a door. Then, she heard and felt her friend collapsing in the couch.

However, contrary to what Alice was probably thinking, Alex wasn’t that tired or worried.

From her angle, she couldn't see his big, long smile.

[aspenwriter]

Bloody Ann: Chapter 5

(CW: Smut)

I already told you that being carried by a normal sized person is a thrilling experience. Being carried by a horny giant is another world altogether. Anastasia held me tightly in one hand, Lisa and Mia on the other. Her grip on me was gentle and caring, a thing that couldn't be said of the two screaming women in her other hand. 

She jumped on our bed, for a second, I thought I was riding a meteor. She had jumped with such energy that her body bounced two times before settling on the mattress and I almost puked.

The rest was a flash of motion. Ann quickly undressed me from my work uniform, and shoved me inside of her jeans. Now I was caught between two layers of fabric, her pants and her underwear. 

The place was getting hot and wet. I could feel how Ann's body moved as it reacted to me crawling in that sensitive area. Every movement of mine was barely a squirm, I had to worm my way inside her underwear. Above, Ann's hands guided me.

Then I found my entrance, from the upper part of her underwear. Now I had to crawl across a bush of black hair. The musk there was hypnotic. The things Ann did, the fact that there were two more people being forced to watch, the fact that we now had to deal with actual terrorists, all began to fade away from my mind. I had a single purpose: pleasure. 

After the bush, I was welcomed into a wet, steamy hole. I didn't know where to start. I have, as most people, never had sex with a giant before. I didn't have to reason an answer. All I had to do, all my body told me to do, was to get inside.

I had already been inside of her mouth twice but this was universes apart. Now, the slightest twitch of my body sent a shockwave of pleasure that caused earthquakes here, and giant moans that went muffled by the two layers of clothing on top of me. 

I myself felt like I was being devoured by a gaping, humid maw. My survival instincts were fired up. All it took Ann to kill me was to close her legs, or to push me inside too forcefully. Whatever, survival was not a concern, only pleasure, both mine and hers, was what my mind had been reduced to.

It was an ecstatic experience. I had never felt loved on this level. This was a step beyond intimacy only possible thanks to the miraculous technology that saved humanity three generations ago and placed us at the loving hands of the Raynes. 

I found myself thanking them while in the act. Thanking her family for making me this way, for giving me the education I needed to work in the Administration, for letting me climb the ranks, for helping me find a purpose. 

I was born for this. I was born to be a plaything for Anastasia Rayne. I was born to be Bloody Ann's pet girlfriend. I was born to-

A moan. Loud, almost deafening. Ann's body contorted in a cataclysm of flesh and I was bathed in her fluids. I was bathing in Ann. My body twitched and released. And for those moments we were one.

Ann fell silent and numb and so did I. After all the ecstacy of sex, I was reduced to a panting miniature woman half inserted into her girlfriend's pussy. 

And yet, it felt like this was my ideal place, it was made for me.

I stayed like this for a couple minutes before I finally decided to crawl out, which was considerably easier now that everything was so… wet. 

I climbed through Ann's bush and emerged from her panties under her jeans. A little more crawling and I got out of there too. 

She was laying face up on our bed. It was perfect for me to just walk to her face through her body, if not for the fact that I didn't want to stain her clothes any more than they already were. I actually needed her help now. You see. I was naked and soaked in cum. If I stayed like that I would have catched a cold.

So I jumped down to the bed and walked to her face. She covered the entire landscape like a mountain. I must admit, the idea of her accidentally rolling and suffocating me between her and the mattress could get me horny again if I dwelled too much on it.

After what felt like going trekking, I reached her face. She looked so serene… when her pale blue eyes fell upon me, all I could see was a girl who had had some sort of liberating experience. 

"Elizabeth…" she greeted me with a soft whisper "where… did you learn that?"

I was about to answer that it just came to me naturally, but I found myself walking to her face and kissing her enormous lips. Then I laid down, cuddling with her cheek.

"Ann… I love you" I said.

I could not see, but I knew she was smiling.

"I love you too…" was the last thing she said before we both fell asleep. 

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When we woke up, it was just 10 P.M. Lisa, who had been sitting in one of the drawers with Mia this whole time (apparently Ann had told them to watch as I suggested, which I doubt they actually did) told us we slept approximately for an hour.

Well, she didn't exactly tell us, Ann demanded she tell us.

We spent the next half hour cleaning the mess we made on our bed. Well, Ann did most of the cleaning as I was occupied washing myself in the bathroom.

And then again, I knew it wasn't Ann doing the cleaning when I heard:

"Come on slaves! I know that between the two of you a mere cum stain will take you no time to clean up! Chop-chop!"

It made me chuckle. 

After I was done, I called for her and she came with the attentiveness and eagerness of a young maid to me, and handled me my pajamas. 

Now came my favourite part of sex: aftercare. 

Ann gently slipped with me into the bed sheets, where I cuddled with her face once again. 

"I've never felt so… fulfilled before" she said. 

"I figured you would have a lot more experience with this than me" I said, confused. 

"Please Lilibeth, I'm a Rayne, it's not something I'm supposed to do anyway" she replied. 

"Why?" I asked confused again. 

This time, Ann shot me a confused look. 

"Wait… Vicky didn't tell you? She asked. 

"Tell me what?" I replied. The Director and I were not on a strict need to know basis. She confided me with everything. There wasn't a secret that I wasn't aware of. This was getting discomforting. Was there something the Director didn't want me to know?.

"I mean… wait" Ann said, and stood up, and opened a drawer "I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you on your rest, slaves, but I need to speak privately with my girlfriend. I'm going to move you to another room"

All I heard were muffled variations of "wait!" as Ann carried the pair out of the room. When she returned, she closed the door behind her. I had never seen her so cautious before. Actually, I have never seen her being cautious at all.

"You're telling me, Vicky never told you about the Caroline Plan?" She asked, saying those two last words almost as if invoking some sacred scriptures. 

"Caroline Plan? As in Caroline Rayne?" I asked. Caroline Rayne was, God rest her soul, the architect behind the Great Reform. She, along with a group of scientists created the shrink ray that allowed humanity to continue living for almost a century. 

"Yes, my grandmother" Ann said. There was an admittedly strange way of pronouncing "grandmother" on her part. "Oh God, she never told you!"

Now I knew. The Director had kept something secret from me.

"You and I" she said "are going to go on a road trip tomorrow"

"Ann, what the hell is happening?" I asked, tense.

"You'll see tomorrow. We're visiting an old place." She said.

"Where are we going?" 

Anastasia’s face was a cascade of emotions, from nervousness, to sad nostalgia, to determination. 

"Home" she said "It's time you become part of the clan"

[aspenwriter]

Bloody Ann: Chapter 4

(CW: Violence, Smut, Torture)

If I were to compare the situation I was in right now, I'd say it was very similar to a medieval court.

We had our Queen, Anastasia I of House Rayne, sitting in her throne (an executive level office chair) attending to her supplicant peasants. We had an interminable row of people entering the HQ asking for a myriad of things to be done for City 43. Queen Anastasia heard all of them patiently, while I, the royal scribe, annotated diligently.

Now, the thing was, Ann was quite affectionate with me. Petting my head and stroking my back very frequently as I tried to work. And of course, everyone saw it. I could hear them whispering to each other, and oh I could see the tabloids speculating already.

I desperately needed something interesting to happen. Three hours of hearing supplicants. God someone put me out of my misery.

And then something interesting happened.

This woman climbed up Ann's desk. She was tall and buff, probably a construction worker, with a black pixie cut. There was she looked at me with pity, and disdain. And she looked at Ann defiantly.

"Leave us alone Rayne!" She proclaimed "we're not scared of you!"

If Anastasia was bored, if somehow the endless stream of supplicants had crushed her spirit a bit, that feeling dissipated immediately. She laughed. Loudly, mockingly.

"And who are you to make demands to me, speck?" She asked, wiping a small tear from the corner of her eye amidst the laughter.

Yeah, who the hell did she think she was?

"Does it matter bitch?" The woman replied defiantly. "Do you think I will give you the pleasure of entertaining your sick mind!?"

"You're already entertaining me sweetheart, that's for sure" Ann said, resting her head on her lowered arms to be almost at eye level with the woman. Then she… began sniffing around her.

The woman still stood defiantly, but I could see her closing her eyes as Ann got closer and closer.

"You… smell funny, speck" Ann said, almost as a whisper. I was captivated by the scene. I needed to know where this was going.

Oh god, did I…

Did I want to see Ann doing something horrible?

Holy shit I did. The fucked up shit she does… It's hot.

OK OK I will confess. I've spent every free hour since we slept together looking at her social media posts… and broadcasts of her delivering the Director’s justice.

I will confess that thing she did with the gang leaders, well it was true, she did deep fry then alive. She looked gorgeous doing it. As gorgeous as she looked intimidating this random woman.

Ok that's enough of me daydreaming about her, back to the show.

"I don't know what you're talking about" said the woman to Ann's comment.

"Yes. You. Do." Said Ann. "Otherwise you wouldn't have said that. What are you hiding? Do I need to pick you apart to find it?"

Did she mean that literally? Oh please do.

"I will not say anything to you, tyrant!" Screamed the woman.

"Oh, you will" whispered Ann. And immediately her open palm came crashing down like if slamming a bug. The woman screamed. Ann most probably broke some of her bones.

And then, she pulled something out of a drawer, a strange device consisting of a needle and a screen. She injected it, uncharacteristically carefully, on the woman's back. The device turned on, and numbers, symbols and data started appearing on its screen.

"Ohhhh, so that was the smell, little one…" Ann said, tasting every word like some sort of candy. "Pounds of pills filled with poison inside you".

The woman started sweating profusely.

"You didn't ingest them, of course… you're packing enough to kill a normal sized person" Ann said "If I had to take a guess…"

Anastasia grabbed the woman with the same hand that had restrained her, and lifted her up. With her other hand's sharp nails, she cut through the woman's vest. Revealing a huge, recently stitched scar on her abdomen.

Ann laughed again, longer, genuinely amused. "Oh dear… did you really think I was going to fall for it?" She asked.

The woman was silent, Ann smashed her down on the table again. Her mood radically changed from amused to outraged.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK ANASTASIA FREDERICA RAYNE WOULD FALL FOR THAT!?" She screamed.

Oh please scream like that more often.

The supplicants on the row backed, the woman screamed in pain and I didn't move an inch. I wanted to see. I wanted to see whatever punishment awaited this random woman.

"You walked here, trying to bait me into eating you, so you could get all that poison inside my belly did you?" Ann said, with a grin. Her mood returning to amusement.

"We… ughhh" tried to say the woman, amidst her pain. "We…"

"Ugh, you're in a pathetic state" said Ann with disdain. "Lilibeth!"

She called to me!

"My lady!" I said, standing up. It's true we were on a first name basis already, but I had to keep appearances even if Ann wasn't going to. Also, she's still my hierarchical superior here. "What do you need?"

"Call the doc, make them extract the poison out of this bitch and then send her to our quarters for interrogation, I want to handle this personally"

Our quarters!

Anastasia sighed and sat down, still clutching the now desperate woman in her hands until the medical team arrived on a drone and sedated her. She took a glance at me during that ordeal. I could only respond with a look.

A look that said: I'm going to watch my giant girlfriend rip you apart.

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Believe it or not, we attended supplicants for two more hours. Nothing stopped the wheels of government, not even a lousy assassination attempt. When Ann announced that petitions to the authority will resume tomorrow, there was still a long line in waiting.

Anastasia picked me up and raised me to her shoulder, where I sat comfortably. Interaction with normal sized people is always a thrill, no matter how mundane, but this was another level. The Director already carried me sometimes from place to place but never on her shoulders. It felt like riding a moving skyscraper. A walking castle.

"What did you think of that, Lilibeth?" She asked, turning her head to me.

"Attempted magnicide is a serious thing" I replied.

"It is… I fear little Lydia has left our City infested not with simple rioters, but an actual rebel organisation"

"An entire organisation?" I asked.

"A capsule of the things the docs found inside her would have killed you. They found enough to kill me. Someone supplied her".

"Do we have any suspects?"

"Oh, that's what we're going to find out, my pet" she said, smiling gleefully as she entered our room in the HQ.

There, she awaited us.

The woman was trapped inside a transparent jar on the kitchen's table. Ann gleefully sat down at the counter, me still on her shoulder, and opened the jar, letting the woman fall down on her back.

"So the docs got you all prepped for me!" Ann said cheerfully "they even got your whole info via your biometric registers"

The woman was still defiant. Although shaken.

"It says here your name is Mia Brown. 32, a healthy 3 inch and a half…" the woman scoffed at the mention of her height. "From a middle class family, school dropout, suspected of radical thought, now construction worker for the Rayne Public Works Consortium"

Mia stood up. "I'm not saying anything".

"You won't, but Lisa will" Ann said.

That made Mia freeze.

"Ohhhh, yes, I know about her" Ann said. "In fact, give me a sec…" she shoved Mia back in the jar and set me down on the counter.

She then planted a soft kiss in my head and said "take care of Mia while I'm gone, alright Lilibeth"

"I… will!" I replied a little surprised by the kiss.

"That's a good girl! I'll be back in half an hour, if my calculations are correct"

Ann left me in the table and left the room. As soon as she did, Mia tried breaking the glass with the weight of her body. And looked at me with some eyes injected in blood.

"You monster! DON'T TOUCH LISA!" She screamed at me.

"Hey, I don't know who this Lisa person is, keep quiet" I said.

"Don't tell me to keep quiet you pet!" She barked.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" I said, somewhat arrogantly I must admit.

"You're nothing to them. Amusement, at best. They don't see you as human and yet there you are, playing along their stupid god fantasy" she said "They literally stomp over the human spirit and you gladly offer your face to the boot and thank them for it"

I'm not gonna lie, I would let Ann hover her boots above me.

"And yet, from my point of view, I live a happy life, while you're in a jar" I said.

"And you aren't?" She replied.

I didn't reply. I stood there for ten minutes without looking nor talking to Mia. Was it true? Did I lack any agency in this relationship?

Then Ann came back, holding a brunette girl firmly in her hand. Mia's eyes let tears drop, as she whispered a simple "no…"

"Well well well… I thought you two had broken up" Ann said. "Or at least that's what little Lisa barked at the enforcers that took her, I heard she put on quite a fight and she cursed like a sailor, I wonder why she's been so quiet since I picked her up at the helipad then…"

"Please… please don't do anything to her…" Mia said, almost whimpering.

Ann sat back and, same as with Mia before, slammed Lisa on the table with the palm of her hand. The brunette screamed in pain. I sat down on the floor (Well, the kitchen's table actually) and watched the spectacle.

"Listen to me, Mia" Ann said "you're gonna tell me about your rebel friends or you'll have to watch your cute little girlfriend's limbs break one bone at a time"

"I… I…." Suttered Mia.

Ann's finger came for Lisa's left arm. She started pulling, slowly. I heard her muscles stretching. I heard Lisa begging. And I heard Mia screaming a name.

"THE GENERAL!" she yelled "THE GENERAL SENT ME!"

"Tch, tch, well, whoever this General person is, they should have sent a suicide agent with no loose ends" Ann said. "Tell me about them Mia, now"

"She operates on sector T9…" Mia said, defeated. "I've… only seen her once, when she thanked me for my bravery"

"Quite an interesting friend you had there… what organisation she runs, huh?"

"The Torchbearers" Mia said, amidst a whimper.

"Oh, interesting, I thought they'd been disbanded…" Ann said. "Is that all?"

"It's all I know I swear! I'm just a footsoldier, I now nothing about the upper command I swear!"

"I believe you" said Ann. "And therefore, you're of no use to me, neither is your little girlfriend"

Ann picked Mia and Lisa up, and held them in her clutches. She took a moment to appreciate the pair. I had no possible means of understanding the purpose of it. Was it pity? Disdain? Disgust?

She left them both on the floor. Near her right foot. I peeked out from the table to see what was happening.

Mia and Lisa were hugging and crying, apologising to each other. Mia kept telling Lisa that everything was going to be ok. But I looked at Ann and knew that wasn't going to be the case by a longshot.

But just as her foot was about to go down on the couple, I yelled.

"ANN WAIT!"

"Huh? Lilibeth?" She said, turning to me.

"I know attempted magnicide and association with a terrorist are two things that deserve death… but I beg you, don't crush them"

"And why shouldn't I, my dear?" She asked, genuinely curious.

I confess I was acting just on sympathy for the couple. I didn't know a reason for Ann to spare them. I had to act quick.

"Mia was ready to die anyway" I improvised. "Killing her is no true punishment.

"I see…" Ann said, biting her thumb, thinking.

"And Lisa, didn't directly threaten you, killing her will be unsatisfying!" I bluffed.

"I… suppose you're right Lilibeth"

Holy shit. Did it work?

"I suggest" I continued "that Mia should attone by living the rest of her life in your service. If she was so ready to die to see you gone, a life under your shadow will be poetic justice!"

"That's actually a great idea Lilibeth!" Ann said, with an ear to ear smile.

"As for Lisa, she wanted to cut off ties with Mia, if we believe her, and she used that as a defense… so as punishment… she should remain the rest of her life with Mia, a slave of your needs too!"

"You're getting pretty good at this pet! You make this young woman proud!" Ann said.

She slammed her foot on the floor, barely millimetres away from the couple and said:

"Listen up you lovebirds! My dear Lilibeth thinks killing you would be a waste of two healthy slaves, so I'm keeping you here. You will spend the rest of your lives at my service, you will answer first to me and second to my pet! And you will thank her every day for the rest of your sad, pathetic lives that you're alive because of her intervention alone" she proclaimed. "Now kiss my fucking shoe while you thank me for being so nice to you two! That's an order!"

Lisa scurried away to Ann's shoe, I've never seen anyone so relieved and terrified at the same time. She thanked, and spilled almost an epic poem in praise of her new owner. Mia too, went and kissed that giant shoe, she thanked Ann, but every word coming from her mouth was like I was seeing her vomiting her soul.

"Good job little ones!" Ann said. "And great idea my pet!"

I couldn't believe it. I actually influenced her mind. I was of actual value to her. I was a partner.

Her index finger came to pat me. I let it, of course, but as soon as Ann began to pull it away I grabbed it, pulled it down and hugged it. Of course I didn't have the strength to pull it down, she just let me. I was now rubbing myself against her digit.

She looked down at me, blushing.

I looked up. She was biting her lips. I was sweating. Shaking even. And then I dropped the bomb.

"Let's fuck, let your slaves watch"

Anastasia Frederica Rayne, the most powerful woman on Earth besides the Director, let out a long moan.

"I love you, Elizabeth" she said, and carried the three of us to our bed.

[aspenwriter]

Bloody Ann: Chapter 3

(CW: Smut)

It was morning now, and I was still trapped below Anastasia’s gigantic body. I was tucked between her breasts, which were held together by the pressure of her body against the mattress. 

How did I sleep, you ask? I wouldn't admit this to anyone, certainly not to Ann, but it was wonderful! You truly wouldn't understand it unless you experience it. You're bombarded by soothing heartbeats, their whole body encases you in a protective shell, you feel like a protected secret hidden away from the world…

The hard part is waking up first. I must have spent half an hour wiggling and attempting to worm my way out of her pajamas. To no avail. My only hope was for her to wake up or to turn so I could get a moment of release. None came. This monster of a woman slept soundly and in complete peace. 

So I was left here, waiting in vain for her to wake up. Have you ever been the first to wake up at a sleepover? Imagine that but instead of friends you were sleeping with your boss, and instead of a mattress you were sleeping in her titanic tits. Also she kinda thinks you're her pet. 

Maybe it was the fact that I was trapped there, virtually alone, that made me reflect on that. What were we to the Raynes?

Victoria always treated me as a person. But I won't deny she was almost condescending sometimes. She had every right to do it of course. As of now she was the most powerful human being on the planet, so I'd say she was allowed to treat me like a child in need of guidance from time to time.

Anastasia treated me like a piece of property. She handled me without asking first. She got me twice into intimate situations that, while I certainly enjoyed, wasn't really prepared for. Hell, I was literally inside her last night, and I slept with her.

And yet, I feel some sincere tenderness in her. For all the ways she waved her power around me, I never felt it to be ill intentioned, mean or cruel. Why?

She had said good pets are hard to come by. That's what I am to her. A pet. I'm less than her. I am an inferior being in her eyes. I am an animal with the ability to reason but still slightly less than a person. 

God, it was so hot.

Who are you to judge me? I work directly with the closest people there have been to gods. If one of them thinks I am their pet the least I can do is feel flattered isn't it?

"Hhhg…" groaned a voice above. Anastasia had finally woken up.

"Morning Ann! Slept well?" I greeted. 

"Mornin'…" she replied, with a yawn. "I slept wonderfully, what about you?"

"I must admit this was very comfortable" I said.

"Good…. soooo are you those people that take a shower before or after breakfast?" Ahe asked 

"Before" I replied. 

"Wonderful" she said, with immense satisfaction. 

She plucked me out of her shirt and carried me to the bathroom. It was a fancy, clean white room. With black marble furniture. Ann gently let me step out besides the washbasin, and opened the faucet. She then looked at me, with bright expectation coming out of those pale eyes of her.

Words I guess were not necessary. I began to undress. She grinned, even blushed. With the tip of her finger she gently pushed me to the basin, her nails felt like needles, but they didn't hurt.

I fell into the warm water. Ann kindly handed me a bit of soap and I began to wash myself. She spent all the time looking. Examining. She rested her head on her hands and enjoyed the view.

It didn't feel invasive to tell the truth. I had already slept with her, I've been inside her body. I guess this wasn't breaking any boundary that wasn't already broken.

"So, Ann, aren't you going to take a shower?" I asked, breaking the silence. 

She snapped out of her trance "Ah, oh me?" she said "I feel I kinda lost myself a bit Lilibeth"

She undressed too, and walked to her shower. We exchanged glances. She didn't put the curtain up.

I have never seen her like this. I must admit most of what I knew of Anastasia Rayne was what the news said and the gossip among the Administrators. The Director always tried to be empathetic whenever she was a topic of discussion. I guess I now see why.

Is Ann a deeply fucked up person? Yes, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt. Is she capable of being genuinely gentle and kind? Yes, somehow those two statements are not incompatible with each other. Seeing her like this, naked, vulnerable, treating me like a precious little thing. I knew, deep down, that Ann didn't see me as her equal by a long shot.

But I also knew she truly seemed to like me.

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After we had each taken a nice shower, we returned to the bedroom where we each took our time dressing up. I of course chose my black suit, contrasting nicely with my white skin and red hair. Anastasia dressed up casually as always, with the same jeans and hoodie she had worn before. 

She gently carried me to the kitchen, where she prepared us both some breakfast. Well, not like it took her much effort. She microwaved me a tiny sized pre-cooked breakfast. Although I appreciated she had taken the time to procure them for me with anticipation. She, on the other hand, served herself a couple of cinnamon rolls. 

Look I don't know if this bitch was trying to Pavlov me into associating cinnamon with wanting to be in her mouth or if she just really liked it. 

Anastasia was eating her breakfast in small bites, long apart. I naturally asked her if something was wrong. 

"Two things are bothering me right now, pet" she said. 

I wasn't expecting to be called a pet out of nowhere, I have to admit it didn't feel so humiliating now. It was almost cute coming from her.

"What's bothering you?" I asked.

"First, the fucking riots" she said "yesterday I appeased some of the crowd's bloodlust, but it won't last forever"

"How so?"

"Do you know how these things work, pet?" She asked. 

"The riots?" 

"Exactly" she said "in this kind of riot there are, let's say, two kinds of tinies" she explained. 

"One group" she continued "consists of those with valid, understandable and workable concerns. Funding concerns, public works concerns, crime concerns. This things we can provide"

"The other group, however" Ann said in a somber tone "consists of political radicals who resent the Administration in general and my family in particular. These are the persons who disagree with The Great Reform. We cannot compromise with them"

The Great Reform being the treaty in which the United Nations agreed to shrinking most of the population, by the way.

"So what do we do about that second group?" I asked, knowing the answer full well. 

"I'll take care of them, my dear pet"

Oh, 'dear' that was new.

"And what was the other thing that was bothering you?"

If Anastasia’s mood had begun to lighten up when she began thinking of ways of disseminating indescribable violence, my question made her gloomy again.

"I… was thinking that once this whole ordeal with the riots is settled… you will have to return to Vicky" she said.

I nodded. 

"Well, it's just that… the more I think of it… I uhhh"

I think I know where this is going.

"I don't want you to go, Elizabeth" she said "messing with you is so much fun, I know its been just two days but I… really enjoy your company you know?"

"Ann?" I called.

"Hm? She said, expectantly. 

"Please, just say that you like me"

Anastasia came down to me like a feral animal. She actually slammed the table in the process. Now, she was so close to me I could smell the cinnamon in her breath.

"You didn't even flinch just now Lilibeth…"

I did not?

"You're the first one…" she continued "You're the first one that isn't afraid of me"

[aspenwriter]

Bloody Ann: Chapter 2

(CW: Violence, soft vore, Smut)

We had been standing on top of the HQ's outer wall for little more than ten minutes, when the captain of the enforcers broke the silence.

"Miss, did she do the thing to you?" He said.

"What are you implying, captain?" I asked, half confused, half almost offended.

"The thing… you know… you smell like cinnamon…" he answered.

Oh, the thing. Anastasia’s little introductory ceremony was, apparently, something common among her close underlings. I nodded to the captain, in understanding.

"I heard that's how she marks her… pets" he said.

"I'm here under the Director’s authority, I'm not Anastasia’s minion, and certainly no one's pet" I replied, unfazed.

"Come on miss, we're all their pets" the captain said, with a hint of sad conformity in his voice.

"We each have a part to play in the Director’s plan" I said, waiting for the captain's answer to my little test.

He just nodded. For us, workers of the Administration, being referred to as the Rayne's pets wasn't unusual. I have already mentioned that it is a common insult. What was unusual was to hear it from a fellow worker.

I wouldn't report the captain to Anastasia for disloyalty of course. As far as I knew, chances are that he would end a melting corpse in Bloody Ann's belly before supper (or during supper) if I did. But I will tell the Intel team to check on him for a while.

My gaze went now to the reason I was here. Gathered outside the wall was a massive protest. They asked for a lot of things: the restoration of the power grid in Sector B3; more funding for the schools in Sector A5; the reconstruction of the hospital in Sector E6… I had read the reports, City 43 was in shambles. The riots didn't help at all.

Just as I was meditating on the whole situation, the normal sized gates of the wall opened. Anastasia walked out of them.

I was a little shocked. She was wearing the full Administrator uniform: a black military styled suit with boots, gloves, a number of insignias and medals on the chest and the crest of the Rayne family on the heart. She looked magnificent, almost reminded me of the Director.

The crowd fell silent as Anastasia advanced towards them until she was just a few normal sized steps from them. Then, she spoke.

"Citizens!" She said "I have heard you!"

The crowd didn't react more than just remaining silent and paralyzed. It was common to freeze in the presence of the Administrators, even more if they were Raynes. Most people lived a lifetime without seeing one of them.

"Your City is a ruin!" Anastasia continued "Neglected by lazy, ineffective and corrupt bureaucrats, no more!"

The shock of the crowd receded unto isolated cheers, but most remained untrustworthy.

"My dear sister, your Director, has sent me here to fix your problems" she said "do not worry, I know I'm famous not for my city planning abilities, but my sister is wise and I have come with the best help possible"

Was she talking about me? Oh, that was flattering.

"But my dear people! You KNOW what I'm famous for!" Anastasia said, energetically. "I know the name you're whispering, know that I love it. Say it!"

A few among the crowd screamed "Bloody Ann!".

Anastasia smiled. "Yes, I have been nicknamed that by people who resented my effectiveness. But they are right. I AM violent, I AM bloodthirsty, and I AM ruthless!"

Silence. I could sense dread creeping in.

"Yet, I have never killed someone that didn't deserve it. My wrath is only directed against those who disrespect the great work my family has done for mankind" she said "and perhaps there's no greater disrespect, no people more deserving of my punishment, than those appointed by us that have failed you"

And here we go, the reason we were gathered here outside the HQ. This sick show of hers.

The doors opened again. This time a tiny sized woman stepped out, chained, and escorted by a guard on each side: Lydia Smith, former Regional Administrator.

The guards set them besides Anastasia’s enormous left foot.

The crowd's dread fell into silent rage and expectation. They had hated her, they wanted to see her punished, and Bloody Ann would deliver.

The guards left Lydia's side. The poor woman was a nervous mess of a person. Ann didn't even look down on her. She just said:

"Me or the crowd, asshole?"

Lydia, terrified, fell to her knees in Ann's boot. She sobbed, begged, and cried.

"Tch, I hoped your last words would be intelligible, oh well…" Ann said.

Her foot came crashing down like a meteor on Lydia's whole person. Some of the bloody pulp that she became splattered to the front rows of the crowd.

Now you may be wondering "But Beth, Victoria sent you to make sure Ann wouldn't do shit like this". And you're right. I had to talk Ann down from her original plan, which was biting Lydia's limbs off one by one and flickering her torso off to the ground.

As for this, well…

There was silence and shock in the crowd. Until some pockets of people started chanting… and soon everyone was screaming their lungs out to the chorus of:

"BLOODY ANN! BLOODY ANN! BLOODY ANN!"

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"Ahhh what a great evening, right Lilibeth?" Anastasia said.

We were both in her room now, it used to by Lydia's, so Ann hadn't had the time to "redecorate" as she put it. I couldn't imagine what sort of medieval torture room shit she wanted to have here. Right now it was only a fancy, penthouse room for rich individuals.

She had invited me here for a "sleepover". Naturally I was not in a position to refuse. I had come with my sleeping clothes in a bag. Ann, however, was already in her pajamas: an oversized black shirt that reached just above her knees. I was pretty sure she was wearing no underwear.

We were both on her bed. Ann was laying on her stomach, and I was sitting in front of her face. Again, the scent of cinnamon was invasive.

"It was an interesting evening, Ann" I said.

"They loved me, Lilibeth. You saw it. People tend to disregard my methods but they ignore the fact that people love gory spectacles" Ann said.

"I… see your point" I said.

"I doubt it" Ann replied. "Drop the sycophantic pretense, Lilibeth, I already like you"

I was taken aback by her words, but she saw right through me. I was troubled.

"I'm… it's just… is it really necessary to do all that?" I said.

"You're not saying what you're thinking Lilibeth" She replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Think of it, Lilibeth, use your smart brain" she said, crawling a little closer to me "You know my methods are effective, you're just wondering about the moral justification of it all"

I simply had to nod, she saw right through me.

"Say I unleash the enforcers on that protest. How many would have died?. Ten? A hundred? Whatever the number you were thinking it was larger than one" she said. "Is one human life worth more than ten?"

"I… suppose it's not" I replied, still troubled.

"It's true what they say, I execute more people than all other Administrators. But I still kill less" she said.

"What? How does that work?" I asked, confused and shocked.

"Take our little Lydia, for example" she said "how many people have died because of gang warfare in City 43 last year?" She asked me.

Of course I had read all about City 43 before coming here. "Five thousand" I said.

"Aha, and how many died from gang warfare in City 36?" That was Ann's last former City.

"I don't-" I tried to say before being cut off.

"Zero, Lilibeth" she said "because I deep fried all gang leaders on stream three years ago. Because I turned deaf ears to their begs and screams. Because everyone watched me do it"

"I've … heard of that…" I said.

"Now my tinies in City 36 live safe. Criminals and undesirables fear me. They whisper my name as a curse. They wish me to never have come into their lives. Yet the common folk cheers for me as I walk their streets, they have posters and portraits of me in their houses, they follow me on social media. Did you know that every time I took a stroll out of the HQ in City 36 I had to take an extra phone just for selfies that people asked me to take with them?" She said.

I was silent. I knew Ann was popular among some, that wasn't a shock. What was a shock was that her twisted morals started to make some sense. I repressed the thought immediately.

"Ah well" she sighed "I'm tired Lilibeth, come sleep with me"

What?

"Ann, what do you-" and she interrupted me again.

By grabbing me with her mouth.

My whole upper body was completely inside that wet cave of hers. While my legs were left outside her lips. I didn't even bother screaming, nor resisting. If this was the way things were going to be with her, I suppose getting them over quickly was the best I could hope to do.

She was moving, shuffling inside the bedsheets while sucking on me like a pacifier. Her tongue played with me, teasingly licking me, almost caressing my body. All while I remained still and trapped between her gargantuan lips.

I feel something grabbing my legs. Her hands. I'm being slowly pulled out. She's tucked in the king sized bed, she looked very comfy, cute even. A hair of saliva still connected me to her lips.

"Sorry" she said "I'm a little baby sometimes, I need something to calm my stress"

What stress could this monster possibly have? I've never seen someone enjoy her work this much.

"Now, to sleep, goodnight Lilibeth" she said.

"Good ni-" Oh fuck, again with her interruptions. This time by shoving me under her shirt.

My theory was correct, she wore no underwear.