Zori and Alric Short Story by ZoriStory

Alric looked at the Miqo’te across from him at the table, watching her as she devoured a plate of smoked meat before her. It had been a somewhat costly dish, but one Alric had bought with only a touch of resistance. She had taken a rough tumble down the side of a cliff the other day. Since she was still recovering, and seemed to be a bit under the weather; he decided to treat her. 

He had enjoyed seeing her eyes brighten up. How her ears stood at attention with glee, along with a thankful grin aimed in his direction. As she finished another mouth full, she looked back up at him with a small piece of chicken stuck to her chin.

He tilted his head, amused, reaching up to make a motion towards his face in the same spot the chicken was. She frowned and at once touched the wrong side. Alric’s amused expression became a grin, making yet another scratching motion at the same spot. “. . .right here.” The Hyur noted to her.

 Her ears lowered, as she slowly moved her hand to feel at the other side. With a brief glance at Alric, she quickly plucked it off and consumed that as well. The red hair man rolled his eyes. As he spoke once more.

 “Feeling better? I will admit, I was getting a tad bit worried there. No prying my arm out of my socket for attention. . .no endless whining. . .was rather nice actually. . .”

Zori merely rolled her sky blue eyes, swallowing before speaking. A faintly annoyed tone in her voice when she spoke.

“Yeah, yeah! I bet it was nice for ya. Jerk.” A frown seen on her lips, but there was no real hurt behind it. Often the two teased each other. A habit that dated back to their time as children together.

Then, it’d melt away into an honest smile. “. . .thank you.” Zori stated softly, with Alric shaking his head. Replying in turn.

“You need your strength. . .besides, I had the extra gil. Don’t concern yourself about it, just partake and enjoy. Alright?” He said back to her, his emerald eyes looking back into her own. The two staring at one another, no words spoken for a bit. Her hand reached out across the table, with Alric already meeting her half way with his. 

They were close friends. Their hands lightly clasping one another. Adventurers, that were exploring the world, and all the wonders in it. . .

Reaching up with a free hand, she’d brush away a smidge of her black and honey-brown hair. Her lips parting as she spoke--

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There was pressure. A sudden spike of fear, as Alric came to his senses.

 The memory within his dream vanished quickly. He found himself lost and confused for a moment. As his eyes opened, attempting to adjust to the darkness he was in. . .he’d see the faint outline of something.

Where was--

Then, it all came flooding back to him; as the five large digits he was laying in gave him another squeeze. The pressure explained at once, but it was nowhere near as rough as last night. He had fallen asleep across Zori’s warm and welcoming toes. His head resting against the underside of her big toe. His midsection laying upon her second toe, with his lower half against her third. His feet were just brushing against the fourth toe.

It had happened again. The giant Miqo’te toes gave him a ‘light’ squeeze. It was still a bit rough at his size, but was a welcome relief from the harsh squeezing of last night. He’d find his face pressed against the ball of her foot when she did, not fighting it for now.

For a moment, he’d just. . .enjoy it. The warmth. . .her scent. . .the odd sense of feeling secure along the underside of her toes. Her foot was still in the same position as last night; sole facing the sky. With the top of her foot resting against the cover of the bed.

When younger, the two often cuddled or slept over at each other’s places.

As they grew older, it was more rare. Though, every now and then, during a cold or stormy night; they’d share a sheet. Huddled up for warmth, as they’d found comfort within the arms of one another..

Alric remained where he was. Able to see the faint outlines of the foot he was on. Along with her legs, and the other foot that was nearby. The crystal attached to his belt was no longer illuminating his surroundings. The magic had been spent and needed time to recharge.

He reached up for the ball of her foot. His fingertips lightly rubbing at her skin, still in disbelief at what happened the other day. Spreading his fingers apart as his palm pressed against it too.

In response, her toes shifted. A subtle clenching of them against the ball of her foot. Almost as if welcoming his touch, without her even aware of it.

He could still hear her snoring in the distance. A subaudible rumble like distant thunder..

He found himself yawning, finding it hard to move. The scent of one he trusted coupled with the warmth enveloping him like a blanket, made it hard for him to find the strength to stir himself and get active. He was rather glad she took the time to put lotion on her feet often. Making sure to take care of them.

 Yet, now, it was making him not want to leave them. Finding comfort in the warm soft flesh, as it yielded to him slightly.

However . . . In the end, he’d move to sit up with a groggy sounding little groan. Reaching up to rub at his eyes. He had to wake up and move. He felt his stomach make a sound, demanding food. He recalled there was a small basket of apples. By the lantern that sat upon the drawer near the bed.

It’d take a few attempts, but soon the midlander found the strength to escape her toes. Rolling off towards the tips of them, and onto the bed below. Reaching up, he’d give her middle toe a friendly pat. Figuring no matter what he did, unless by her ear, he couldn’t wake her up. Then, he’d start the journey from the foot of the bed, and head north.

Soon after he did, he’d almost find her foot barreling into him; missing by inches. As her form shifted, moving from laying on her front to laying on her side. The bed creaked and groaned, once again reminding him sharply of the timbers of a large ship, settling amidst the gently rolling waves.

Alric could see a little more once his best friend had settled. There was a bit of light peeking in from a gap in the blanket ahead, where it had shifted up closer towards her head. Her breathing still light, appearing to be asleep still.

As he traveled forth, he’d be able to see her a bit more due to the light. . .and was in awe of her size. A hand reaching up to lightly trace across the surface of her sun-kissed ankle, walking beside her body. He knew if he scaled her and she woke up, she’d tease him for the rest of his days. Thus, he’d walk alongside the titanic form of his best friend.

It was dawning on him how much of a walk it’d be, given his size. Taking in the sights as he did. The blanket she had thrown over herself far above him.  With light pouring in from the open part of the blanket ahead. Acting akin to a sunrise.

He’d take in the sight of her well formed lower legs, toned due to years of training. It was rather shocking, how large they were at his current size. Taking a moment, he’d reach out towards her lower thigh. A hand soon pressing against it, her warmth and movement easy to be felt through her somewhat long shorts. He’d keep going still. Walking further down the bed.

Zori was akin to a living, breathing, landscape. Her size astounded him, as he kept trucking along. Pausing when he was able to see a bit more, due to the light ahead. Soon enough he’d be near her stomach. Her shirt having hiked up just enough to expose her midriff.  Alric found himself staring. Gazing upon a mountain of flesh - her abs on full display.

The Monk was proud of her form, and oftentimes wore attire that showed it off. Her sunkissed muscles were easy to take in at this size. Soon he was standing closer, unable to help himself.  Watching it shift before him with each breath she took.

The Miqo’te had taken enjoyment in showing off her abs to him in the past. Aware of the fact he had a thing for women built as she was. It was one of the few things that, when she teased him, he’d always get a red tint to appear on his face. It was something she took great delight in, and sometimes went out of her way to make happen. They were close friends, but at times Zori seemed to enjoy pushing it a bit past that. . .

Feeling a slight warmth to his cheeks, he’d slowly reach forward. Knowing if she woke up and saw where he was, he’d never live it down.

She was warm. As his hand rested against her brown fleshed abs, he felt his heart pick up. It was sturdy, but still yielded to a degree. He’d not do much more, save for taking in the sight and feeling them. Slowly, trailing his hand against her stomach, right next to her belly button. Moving to head north, again he’d stroll towards where the light was emitting from. . .before he heard something, and turned.

It was her hand, which had somehow snuck up behind him. Before he could even scream, it’d press into him; causing him to be flattened between it and her stomach. Her entire form shifted slightly. Was she waking up?! He didn’t hear any words from her.

Her fingers played against his body ever so slightly, as she’d soon be scratching at him. He was sandwiched between her index and middle fingers, and her stomach. Her nails rubbed against him, as he felt a few buttons on his red wine colored jacket undone.

There was the sound of fabric ripping, before he felt the twin belts on the middle of the rebel jacket get cut open. He was struggling, but unable to escape. His back was pressed against her stomach. His front assaulted by her two massive fingers.

 Those large digits of hers were having their way with him. Still unsure if she was awake or not. It wasn’t long before the front of his jacket was somewhat ruined. Anything keeping it connected in the front scratched and rubbed away, exposing his dark shirt under it. Her skin rubbing against him, as the wall of flesh behind him yielded slightly. Pushing him more against her stomach.

The Hyur’s face was a fair shade of red, as while he was worried. . .he felt himself getting light headed. Her fingers kept toying with him in a lazy manner, rubbing against his entire form. Though they seemed more intent on his now somewhat exposed chest. He was starting to warm up again, as his best friend kept rubbing him between her fingers and abs.

 The red haired man pressed back, but it’d do little to help. Gripping her fingers, as he tried to just ride it through. Again and again her two fingers rubbed him against her stomach.

His heart rate rose, as he felt himself breathing a bit harder than before. Her fingers were getting a bit rough, nails scratching against him.

Now and then, the sound of fabric ripping was heard. As she was starting to ruin his shirt now.  Her middle and index finger rubbing more vigorously against him. Yet, they didn’t cut up his body. There were brief moments of pain, but it was dull. Faint and far from causing him any real pain. His chest was slightly red from all the rubbing. Her fingers kept toying with him against her stomach.

Thanking the twelve above that while he was tiny, he was also a great deal more durable. Before long, the front of his shirt had been cut open in the front. His bare chest and stomach exposed.

As if sensing this, her fingers started rubbing up and down his body. Slower than before. Her breathing had remained the same throughout all this. Was she doing this to him while sleeping still?! He felt her fingers toy with him as she slept, as they started to drag him up and down her stomach.

There was a moment where he felt his back against her belly button. Causing him to be pushed in slightly, as her fingers focused on him being there for a bit. Lazily pushing him in, before digging him out with one of her nails. Repeating it a few times.

The Hyur was thankful her stomach, taunt as it was, was still soft to a degree. If it wasn’t, he was almost worried he might have gotten stuck there. That’d be the hardest thing to explain to her later.

Zori’s scent was easier to detect. It wasn’t as strong as it was down between her toes, but it was there still. His childhood friend kept rubbing him against her abs. He was becoming more light headed, before a change at long last happened.

Long fingers curled against her stomach. Hand forming into a loosely held fist.

Once more, his view became filled by her light brown flesh. Most of his body captured between her fingers, his upper chest, shoulders, and head sticking out as she was bringing him up from her stomach. His lower chest and stomach resting against her index finger. His lower half rubbing against her middle and ring finger. Trapped again.

He’d feel his hair fluttering about, in the wake of her moving him within her hand. The air rushed by him, his stomach doing a somersault. He found his face being pressed lightly against her stomach, as she brought him further across her gigantic form.

It was dawning on him though, there was about to be a big problem. A rather big one.

Craning his head to the side, he’d see the course that was set before him. The underside of her decently sized bust was going to be in the way.

Oh no.

Her hand kept it’s grip on the tiny man, as he found himself seeing the undersize of her chest getting closer. Her shirt was still on, covering her breasts - as his emerald colored eyes were beholding the incoming trouble he was about to get into. He tried to shout, even though he knew it was for naught.

“H--Hey, umm, Zori? ZORI! Hey! Wake up!” Alric attempted to shout up towards her, but it’d avail not. His face started to warm up once more, knowing what was about to come. He’d clench his teeth. Steeling himself.

 Then, he’d feel her skin replaced by the fabric of her shirt. Bunched up just below her ample chest. He was thankful for that at least, fearing he’d pass out if it wasn’t for that covering her up.

 Then, he was being dragged softly across her chest. Her shirt provided little comfort, as he can still easily feel her warmth behind it. How it’d yield more than other parts he had explored.

 The young man was more embarrassed than anything. A bit flustered at what his friend was doing without knowing it. Her hand had ceased its movement, his face squished against her chest. He could hear her steady breathing, looking up to see that looming face of hers. Eyes closed, yet a small smile was seen on those plush lips of hers.

He paused, however, when noting a new sound

The strong and the steady beating of her heart.

It was calm. Her chest rising and falling. Causing him to be pressed further into her breast, then relax. An unsure look crossed his features, a tingle of pink still remaining in his cheeks. He felt. . .a bit shy, as he could detect her scent again. More potent at his current position, but it was alluring.

The smell of faint soap, a bit of sweat, and her natural scent mixed into one. The sound of her heart brought a sense of calm to him. He felt somewhat timid, resting against the giant Miqo’te chest.

 He’d feel her thumb slowly curl around him, pressing him closely to her chest. As if her fingers were hugging him, seeming almost aware he was there. It was gentle and with care, that her thumb started to slowly rub against him. Over time, he started to relax. As her fingers shifted about. The sound of them rubbing against each other heard clearly.

 It was akin to a full body massage, nowhere near as rough as the first time between her hands. Nor like it was with her toes.

Her head shifted against her pillow all of a sudden. Face now angled towards her chest, in his general direction. Strands of raven hair, stained honey-brown, covering her closed eyes. Displaying just her nose and lower face.

Her lips slightly parted, seeing her teeth and tongue just barely past them. A bit of sunshine started to peek through the curtains. He felt his heart skip a beat, and the sudden return of butterflies in his stomach once again. He found himself noticing how beautiful she was. That soft smile upon her lips made it all the more clear. He found himself smiling back at her. Even if she didn’t know it.

A faint breeze could be felt, the giantess breathing in his general direction. The faint odor of what she had drunk last night was still there. Cocoa mixed with peppermint. He could detect a hint of morning breath too, but it was fine. Nothing that bothered him.

With each steady breath, her breast pushed up against him. Then, as it lowered he’d feel the breeze again.. Her breath washed over him. His eyes were starting to feel heavy again. Everything he was experiencing luring him to sleep once again. Try as he might, he was unable to escape her grasp. Nor could he turn from the promise of sleep once again.

Staring up at her, he was still smiling; looking at the massive lips that were so far, yet so close to him. His hair playing about him each time she exhaled. He’d let himself succumb to slumber after a time. Head resting against both her breast and finger. Despite his size, his trust in her was unwavering. Even if she was unaware, lightly stroking him with her thumb; as she too slept. . .

Soon enough, both were asleep. A sense of peace. Trust in the other. As the two childhood friends slept for just a bit longer. . .unbothered by the slowly rising sun, or the troubles that still lurked beyond their walls.