Mite Makes Right by ZoriStory

For the last several years, the creator had collected dozens upon dozens of stray tinies each month. Some were old friends that had fallen onto hard times with nowhere to go. Others, unknown, coming from different walks of life. Yet, what they all had in common was that they now had a place to call home - The City of Matches.

It was made up of a rather high-priced model city the creator had acquired after saving up enough money for it, placed down below in the massive basement that now served as their world. To someone of their size, it looked and felt just like the city one would expect the larger beings to have. Save for several make-shift ‘buildings’ spread throughout the city.

Instead of water towers, a series of pipes had been attached to the massive water cooler just outside the city limits. Above them was a series of what appeared to be ‘flood lamps’ that had been modified to give off the same glow and feel of the sun from the outside world - hanging from thick cables that hung high above the city near the ceiling above; which turned off at night and show cased a beautiful sight of glow-in-the-dark stars and other such things glued to the large-scaled black blanket attached to the ceiling to act as the night sky. Within the city itself was a massive bucket of sorts, containing the items needed to mix together and help provide food for those that lived there.

There was a system in place. Rules created by the creator of the city itself. Made to be put in place for when they were not around. At first, it was rough, but then life took its course and everyone settled in. . .

Yet. . .

Over the years, the creator started to appear less. Before they would be seen, towering on the edges of the city limits - small tremors felt in the wake of their steps; a massive jug of water hoisted upon their shoulder to replace the water cooler when it ran low. A step ladder that seemed to reach the heavens themselves was brought out to check the flood lamps above, to add another star in the sky above for those to gaze up at during a lonely night.

Yet, they had vanished. As time marched on, people started to cast doubt. They had been left. It had become too much to care for them. To ensure their survival, the people had started to create groups and task each other with going out to make contact with other settlements they had heard were within the area. At first, it went well. Then, something happened and there was a panic as rumors started flying about. . .

The other places were wiped out. The recent rain storm not too long ago had flooded another. Rats. Spiders. It was hard to tell what was true and what was a lie, but one thing came as a result.

Chaos.

Rules that once held them together were buckling. Some of the groups had become more ruthless. Those in control of the pipelines leading to the water cooler started to limit it, as the jug high above started to run on empty. A flood lamp or two had ceased to work, causing certain parts of the city to now be cloaked in darkness throughout the entire day. In those dark alleyways and houses, crime started to take root. Some felt it was a sign from the creator, of which areas were considered less than others, in the wake of their demise.

Creatorless, they said.

. . .and on this night, things were about to take a different turn. . .in one of those forsaken areas. . .

“H–hey, I, uhhh. . .don’t really got the loot for this. . .” The man said in a nervous manner next to the trashcan of his own house, as the man in the trench coat in front of him scowled.

“You took the goods? Well, then ya gotta pay them dues.” The man wearing the trench coat stated, taking a step towards the shorter man - who backed up in response; looking a bit scared now. “H–hey! I’ll pay up! I swear! My family needed the water, but those people at the water cooler–”

“You worr’eh ain’t with them water-jug heads, but with ME now. The boss ain’t gonna take kindly to this. . .” The thug took a step closer towards him–

Something above was heard, causing the thug to look up; a whooshing sound heard briefly. . .along with the faint outline of something pulling back on top of the roof. “What the–”

“P–Please, you don’t g–gotta do this!” The unarmed man pleaded, with the thug turning to shout at him. “Would YOU SHUT UP–” The man in the coat raised his hand, a make-shift glass knife seen in it; with the unarmed man turning to shield himself, arms raised–

Another whooshing sound, but now it was close and behind him. Before the thug could even turn fully, something struck him hard in the side, followed by another against the back of his knee; forcing him to kneel. Shouting in surprise, a series of blows were heard raining down on the thug - before a gloved hand gripped the side of his head and slammed it against the trash can; causing it to topple over and trash spilled all over him.

The unarmed man lowered his arms after a few seconds of silence, now seeing a figure in a cloak and hood standing over the fallen thug - a gloved hand gripping the collar of the man’s trench coat. He stared for a moment, fear still felt, but then it dawned on him upon seeing a symbol on the person's chest as the cloaked fluttered about him - the symbol of an animal with a simple eye mask over its face.

“Y–You’re. . .are you Mite?!”

The figure turned and seemed to be wearing some sort of mask under the hood, but two narrow white slits for eyes stared at him, before turning to the thug. Without a word, the cloaked-figure turned and dragged the man away, who was moaning as the hooded person took him away for a nice ‘chat’. The remaining person in the alleyway staring in both awe and a bit of fear, before running away. There was NO WAY anyone was going to believe this!

It was just a made up story by some crazy girl. That was the start of it, with a young woman claiming she had almost fallen off the side of a tall building at night, only to be saved by some cloaked figure. Most figured she was sick or drunk. Then another claimed someone had stopped a mugging. A third. . .then a fourth. . .

Some thought whoever it was, they were a group of people. Yet, as more and more claimed to have ‘met’ them, it sounded as if it was just one person. Cloaked in simple dark brown and black clothing, with the simple symbol of a mouse wearing an eye-mask that showed it’s white eyes on their chest. No one was quite sure where the name came from, but soon the people came to know the vigilante. . .as Mite.

Yet, as Mite had appeared, so too did the villains. People pushed to the edge of madness and others claiming to be the voice of the creator, started appearing - with Mite not too far behind to deal with them. Through the battles, their name went from a whisper to inspiring hope in everyone within the city. . .almost everyone.

On the other side of the city, in a cloak of darkness much like where Mite was, was a building that had dozens of people within it seated around a table. They had just gotten a call from one of their people, noting what Mite had done to the thug.

“They’ll talk. . .that idiot was part of the group that was supposed to get things started tonight–” A woman in a well-worn dark-green fairy costume and make-up that was running noted, only for the figure at the head of the table slammed their hand down on the table.

“I KNOW.” The person declared with a deep growl, as only his arm was seen in the light, the rest of him hidden behind a veil of darkness due to the lack of lights in the room. His arm was scarred. . .an odd brown with small tufts of fur seen on it. His fingers long and slender, with his nails sharpened to be claw-like. A heavy -thump- was heard behind his chair, as something flickered about behind him.

“I say we should hit ‘em before they hit us!” Another man cried at the table, slamming his arms upon the table. Each arm seemed to be entombed within two lumpy and oddly shaped flesh-colored arms. However, upon doing so, he struggled to lift them off. An odd ‘peeling’ sound was heard, as one could see the markings on the table now seeming to be on his weird flesh-colored ‘arms’ too.

“Have you no tact, my dear S-P? I dare say you’ve been using that dreadful thing for -far- too long.” Another croaked out in a well-mannered voice; an older gentleman covered in odd ‘plastic’ looking clothing. It looked stiff and hard to move in. “We move within the hour and they’re on the other side of the city. There is nothing to fear, my dear comrades.”

“OH YEAH? How ‘bout you tell that to my boy, that they’re pumping the information outta ?!” This person was wearing what appeared to be dark blue overalls, brown boots, and checker-styled long sleeve shirt - with a yellow hard hat that had a series of Xs marked around his helmet; notes of those who had dealt a heavy hand to in the past.

“Waaah, waaaah, waaaaah - is that all you do Robert?~” Another woman said with a chuckle, causing the man she was calling out to to growl at her. “Don’t CALL me that!” He growled at her, with the woman leaning forward into the light.

A simple black-purplish top hat was on top of her head, in a well-dressed attire and a simple small cloak upon her shoulders; her skin seeming to be a tint of blue. A cane was within her grasp, giving it a playful spin as she spoke. “I just say leave him be, we make our move, then we just all team up on Mite!” She said brightly, as the clawed-figure gave an uncaring snort.

“Something I trust you learned, after your mistake at the ol’ railroad I take it?” The deep voice said, putting a frown on the well-dressed woman’s blue tinted face, forcing him to become silent.

“. . we’ll stick to the plan, but we will all be there. If Mite shows up in time. . .then we’ll put a stop to their li’l heroic act.” The figure growled, slowly drumming his sharp fur-brown nails against the table. “Now? We’ll enact the first part. Once it finishes. . .we’ll begin the final act. . .”

Elsewhere, the sound of a door clicking unlocked was heard, before swinging open. In the doorway was a tired, but slightly smiling woman in her thirties. She had just gotten back from some well deserved rest, met with friends, and had a great time - finding herself in high spirits. Kicking off her shoes, she went over to her couch and slowly sat down in it - sinking into it with a sigh. A hand reached up to scratch at her dark brown hair, as bright brown eyes stared at the coffee table in front of her. Reaching forward, she grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV - lowering the volume as she was tired after everything recently.

It was on some random channel for a moment, but it was only for a few seconds before static was heard with black and white seen on the TV. . .before something was tuning in and out. As if trying to find focus.

“What the. . .” Grumbling, she went to switch the channel, but stopped when the silhouette of a city appeared, with the shape of matches on either side of it against a bright blue backdrop. The flag and symbol of the City of Matches. Confusion was seen across the woman’s face, before a dark figure was seen sitting in a chair - the same one from the one the group of villains had been sitting in, but now it was just him; that one arm still exposed as it gestured towards the screen.

“Citizens of Matches. . .I am here to bring you a simple message. A message of change.” The dark figure spoke. “For too long, we have gone on alone without The Creator. A creator that has abandoned us. Left us to fend for ourselves, fight for scraps, and now we peer over the edge towards the destruction of the city itself.”

The woman looked confused at first, but her eyes narrowed as the ‘person’ said that, biting her bottom lip as she’d listened closely to what the man was saying. . .

“At the stroke of midnight, I will save us. Make things right. Our many suns above have started to vanish. . .so too have less stars shined above, as a result. For too long, we have depended on what the Creator has left us, when we should be -casting- away what they use to BIND us! To make us -depend- on them!” His hand curled into a fist, shaking it at the screen.

The young woman wasn’t the only one viewing it, as everyone in the city-limits of Matches could see it. Hear the villain’s voice over the speakers placed throughout the city, as their message was heard by all - loud and clear.

“I will destroy the tower that had forced us to drink from it, for faaaar too long. . .for without it, it will make us stronger! Those with the will to change and survive will step forth, and together under us, we -WILL- build a better tomorrow! A -better- city! And all one must do is follow me. . .if not. . .then you are merely an object wishing to prevent change.”

The screen switched to video feed, seeming to be taken from different parts of the city. In all of them was video footage of Mite. Past events where they had taken on villains, saved people, and fought against those now wishing to put such acts into motion.

“I know you are out there, ‘Mite’. You have stood in our way for too long. In this CITY'S way for too long. I know you think of yourself as the hero. . .a champion for the weak, but all you do is enable. You hold people back from fending for themselves. . .from becoming STRONGER. BETTER. Tonight, change will happen. . .we know you’ll try to stop us. . .and tonight, we will take away the crutch you provide to others, so that the weak are weeded out, and that the strong shall rise. . .”

The people watched as different videos of the hero, Mite, took on villain after villain. Using different gadgets and the like, along with fighting them with their own hands as well. The young woman watching the screen stared at all the videos, the first time she was seeing them. . .but it was easy enough to see what was going on. The truth of who was right and who was wrong.

Then, the screen cut to static again. The woman slowly moved to stand, glancing towards the door. She felt. . .mad. Angry. Yet, she thought about ‘Mite’ and what she had seen them do. How there had been so much trouble as of recent times. They were out there. Trying to make a difference. Alone.

No. No longer alone.

Her hand curled into a fist, glaring at the TV. She knew where it was going to go down. There was a time. They had called out the single person that seemed to be holding the city together with hope.

For a moment, she took a step towards the door, but stopped as she glanced down at herself.

“. . .can’t go there like this. . .I. . .hmmm. . .oh!” It was like a light bulb had gone off, as the woman decided to head up stairs first. Power walking towards her room, she whipped open the door and at once went to her closet, opening it and trying to look through it.

“No, no, no. . .uhhh. . .I really need to go. . .shopping. . .HUH.” Her eyes spotted something on the coat rack. Something she hadn’t worn in quite some time, but yet. . .it was perfect. A glance down at her own body, as if to check herself, with an unsure look. “Mmmm. . .fuck it, got one shot at this. . .” She stated to herself, before crouching down and pulling the perfect footwear to go along with it. Throwing it onto her bed, she went to her dresser and started going through it. Glow sticks, glow sticks. . .make-up, glow sticks–why did she have so–oh right, the party from a few years ago at the rave. Right!

Grabbing a handful of them, some make-up, a piece of cloth, scissors and two cans of hairspray, she tossed them onto her bed. The footwear and ‘clothing’ she had chosen tossed on top of them as well - staring down at it all. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to smile - knowing this was going to be a VERY long night. Reaching forward, she decided to get to work as she got ready to lend a hand. . .

—-

It was nearly time, with Mite jumping from rooftop to rooftop, as they had gotten prepared for the battle to come. Within their grasp was a remote, a key item needed to help ensure the villains would be stopped.

Their black and brown cloak fluttering out behind them, they were only a block away from the massive water cooler - jumping to land on the pavement below after a few hops down a fire escape. . .only to hear a woman’s laugh.

“You -really- couldn’t resist, could’ja you li’l BLIGHT!”

Ducking to the left, the sound of a CRACK was heard, as a whip snapped at the spot Mite had been just moments ago - as the owner of the whip was the blue-skinned and well-dressed woman from the table of villains.

Nearby, the others started to appear. The tired looking woman in the fairy outfit twirling a sharp and wicked looking long-pole arm that was made to look like a fairy wand within her grasp. The man with the odd-flesh colored arms slammed his limbs into the nearby brick building, struggling a bit to pull away from it as one could see a pale mimicry of the bricks now up and down the odd ‘flesh’ on his arms. An older gentleman clad in plastic-looking armor came out, wielding a glass greatsword. The last was the man in dark blue-overalls, an over-sized almost comical looking wrench held in both hands.

“Oohohoho, we’re gonna MESS YOU UP, Mite-freak!” He called out with glee, as the group of villains started to slowly close in on the cloaked figure - who was slowly stepping back and away from them, into the middle of the road. As they all got closer, the fairy paused with a ‘huh?’ when noting something in his hand. . .but it was too late as he pressed a button on it. “What’s that you got there–”

At once they ALL heard it. A high-pitch squeaking sound of something kicking into high gear. It echoed throughout the city, causing the villains to look around in confusion. It didn’t take long to figure out what it was, as two bright lights washed over the group, forcing them to shield their eyes as they were blinded. . .but by the time they could see again, they couldn’t react in time.

Barreling down the city streets was something the size of a truck. Black in coloring, with odd green and pink stripes seen up and down the vehicle's body frame. A whirring sound was emitting from it, as it was almost burning rubber while barreling down the city-streets. . .with Mite jumping out of the way mere seconds before it was upon the group.

A series of shouts, cries of pain, and so on was heard as the toy-race car slammed into them, knocking some off to the side with such speed and force they left small cracks in the building. Others were caught under the wheels, semi-ran over by the blasted thing! However, a stalling sound was heard as one of the ‘flesh-colored arms’ from the man earlier got caught in its tires; causing it to stall. However, it had done its job as it turned off with a click of a button - Mite looking out over the now fallen and wounded group of villains that had tried to square up to him.

Turning, Mite rushed down the street - cloak billowing out behind them. The bottom of the water cooler was in sight, just outside the city limits and across the floor of the basement–

WHACK!

Something hard collided with Mite’s side, causing them to be knocked off their feet and across a blue mailbox - causing it to fall over and mail now spilling out and flying about as they landed in a heap. Head throbbing, the pint-sized hero slowly tried to stand - as a much larger figure in a raincoat appeared. A single red eye could be seen, peering out from under the hood at them. An arm outstretched before him, as it was the final figure from the table.

“Quicker than I thought. . .but dumber in reality.” The villain called out to Mite, as the hero turned to face them. . .flames licking behind the towering foe, as a building behind them had caught on fire earlier, as the large figure kept speaking.

“I already dealt with the guards here. . .all that’s left is you, then the tower.” A claw-finger gestured towards the water cooler, before lumbering forward, as Mite slowly got to their feet - arms raised. . .with a growl, the villain surged forward; intent on ripping Mite apart. . .

Elsewhere, the woman had gotten ready. She was a bit nervous, wondering how things would go once she got there. She made sure to do one last check in front of the mirror, feeling rather silly, but. . .cool?

Her long brown hair had been tied into a pair of pig-tails, with black hairspray all about her hair. It was somewhat quick and dirty, which had made her decide to use the other can - which was mostly for adding rainbow sparkles to her hair. A dark green leotard was her choice of clothing, showing off both her arms and legs without shame. It had been an outfit she had worn back when she took dance classes at a friend’s place, now repurposed for tonight’s events. She thought it looked good against her rather pale skin, although it made her aware she should get out in the sun more. . .

She had slipped on a very simple looking pair of ballet-flats, with an extra ribbon or two she had wrapped around her lower leg to help give it a bit more ‘flair’ as it were! Around her ankles and wrists were some glow-wristbands. Green in color as well, but she hadn’t cracked the glow-bands and made them active yet.

Taking great care, she had found her old eye-contacts she used during raves when she was younger, and put them in - blinking a few times. They were a special type that were rather costly, and she was happy to find a reason to use them! Her brown eyes now hidden behind her contacts, as semi-glowing bright pink eyes stared back at her from her dresser’s mirror! Along with it, she decided to hell with it - applying her old lipstick she had often used as well during halloween; figuring it couldn’t hurt!

Then, the final thing was applied. . .a make-shift eye-mask she had just finished making. Wrapping it around her head, she winced. Too tight! She loosen it up and looked at herself. . .perfect!

Legs spread apart, fists held at her hips, the woman looked at herself - thinking for a moment. “Coming at’cha! It’s Starlight–no. . .uhhh. . .For one and all, I’m Starbright–name works, but. . .URGH!” A rather unlady like ‘urgh’ emitted from her, scowling at the mirror. “I’ll just wing it, alright. . .” The pig-tail woman decided to hell with it, as she threw open her door and quickly went down the stairs - heading for the nearby door. Gripping the door knob, she stared at it. . .taking a few deep breaths. . .checked her hair, made sure the leotard was holding then–she opened it and went through it!

Mite, in the meantime, was not faring too well. The villain they were fighting was someone they had only heard whispers of. Someone from another settlement, that had been altered somehow. The thugs Mite had chased down over the last week had noted they were amassing the remaining troublemakers in the city, for one last big strike. Mite had wonder what had made them choose to follow an outsider–

Ducking low, the person in brown and black narrowly avoided the barb-tipped rat tail lashing out from behind the figure in the rain coat, followed by their claws tearing through the air right where Mite’s head had just been a second ago.

The hood had fallen from the villain's head, showcasing a warped face of a man and a rat. A single eye was a solid white, while the other was a crimson red - glaring in anger at the much shorter figure he was facing off against. His rat-like ears folded back against his head, a claw-hand with its palm turned skyward held.

“Midnight is about to be upon us, Mite. I have already secured enough fireworks to topple that eyesore. And the fuse has already been lit. . .” Behind him, the building that was burning had a long string of white ‘rope’, that led to a large bundle of large fireworks. A fire was slowly crawling across it, and it wouldn’t be long before it would make contact with the fuses of the fireworks. . .

“Come now, no words? Are you some sort of mute?” The one-eyed rat man questioned with a scowl, only to see Mite putting up their arms - ready to throw down. “I must admit, you’re not weak. . .a pity, for we shall rip you apart.” At the ‘we’ part, Mite glanced behind them. . .only to see the villains from before slowly starting to regroup. Down, but not out, the men and women started to pick up speed - racing out to all group up on Mite! It felt as if the road was shaking from everyone stomping across it, rushing the single person–

No, wait, everything WAS shaking! As if earthquake was starting to happen for those near the water cooler–

A massive dark shadow overtook them, as the sound of something massive could be detected by all. Everyone at the fight, and from the city deeper within turned their eyes skyward. . .as a titan-sized figure that towered over the very city building themselves had appeared. . .with their foot poised over the group. . .before it suddenly dropped down.

The villains quickly dived away, as a large ballet-flat clad foot slammed down where they all were just seconds ago. Spider-web-like cracks appeared all around the bottom of the giant’s foot, an impression left in the road as she slowly lifted her foot. Bits of concrete and dust clung to the bottom of her foot, with chunks as large as a person's head or torso becoming loose and falling back to the now ruined road below.

Another foot moved to join the first in the middle of the road. Spreading apart a bit as each one was firmly upon the ground. One foot pressed against the side of a small window shop, the glass cracking from the weight that was now pushing against it. A pale, almost cream colored foot was seen wearing those ballet-flats. Dark ribbons wrapped around their ankles and lower legs - before their long somewhat curvy bare legs were seen.

Higher above was some dark green clothing, seeming to be that of a leotard that those working out or that danced a lot wore. The material clung to the gigantic person's form, leaving little to the imagination, as the woman wasn’t a slouch by any means. Her top was cut a bit low, having been for when she was younger and more ‘flashy’ as it were. Her top-heavy chest was somewhat contained within the leotard, but there was plenty to see within that exposed cleavage. Then, above was the giant’s face. Twin softly glowing hot-pink eyes stared down at them, making it extremely easy to tell where and who she was looking at. Oddly colored black hair had been pulled into a pair of pig-tails, each one seeming to be the size of a bus! A beautiful rainbow like sparkling seen in the hair, helping it to stand out against the ‘night sky’ above!

Looking right down at the villains that had been about to gang-up on Mite while he fought the rat, a large hand was raised, wiggling left and round. A resounding ‘Tch, tch, tch’ emitted from her, as she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth - grinning down at the already wounded group. “I think Mite is already dancing with someone else! How ‘bout some Starbright to give you some company, huh?” The giant said in a teasing toner, though one could swear they could see her wince as she said that. Maybe it was a trick of the light from the fire down below.

The villains all slowly started taking steps back, as ‘Starbright’ fiddled with her glow-wristbands. . .a loud ‘CRACK’ heard throughout the city, as they glowed a rather wicked looking green.

“Hope you boys and girls can keep up!” Doing it one at a time, she lifted one of those massive legs back up into the air behind her, bending to the side slightly to reach down and snap the glow-bands she had around her ankles as well. With the last two cracks heard, and the low rumbling of her feet being planted against the road again, it helped to ensure they could see both her hands and her feet. . .before a ‘crunch’ was heard, and they could see a bit of a glow coming from her mouth as well now. A light purple in color, as she flashed them a glowing cheshire like grin!

“Can’t say I didn’t give you a handicap. . .now you know how I’m coming at yooooou. . .” She almost sang the last part at them, as her eyes became wide with excitement. Then, a single massive foot lifted off the ground to take a step towards the retreating group. Every motion she did carried a heavy-sound to it. Each step caused a tremor to be felt throughout the city section she was in, a bit beyond it.

“Let’s go!” With that, she struck.

With that declared to them, her foot rocketed forward towards them, lifted upward, then down against in a stomping motion. The giant was intent on dividing them up, wanting to make this last while also trusting in Mite to handle ‘the big bad’ behind her! The foot landed right where they had all been, but now they had been split off into three different groups.

The man with the odd-arms had been blown away in the aftermath of her foot greeting the ground, alongside the woman dressed as a fairy. The blue-skinned woman had collided with a light pole nearby, seeing stars for a moment. The one with the yellow hard hat and plastic armor stumbling away from the foot, as it had landed right in front of them. They could see the front of the flat shift a bit, the toes wiggling from within before her leg became tense as she moved to kneel down. Her sights set on the ones right in front of her foot. “You two first, you seem like big ol’ jerks.” With that statement, she brought her hand to be leveled with the road, her middle finger curled inward with the tip resting against the top of her thumb. Making it clear what her intent was.

“See ya chump!” With a rather mighty flick, that large finger collided against the plastic-covered man. The force behind it sends him FLYING back through the air, the plastic now dented as he hit the road in a harsh manner, skidding to a stop as he moaned in pain; unable to move much now.

The man in the hard-hat turned to watch as that happened, before feeling the giant taking a deep breath - his very clothing fluttering behind him as she had gotten her face rather close and low to the ground next to him. Her cheeks were puffed in an almost comical manner, before she pressed her lips together - as she let loose a jetstream of air right towards him! For the man, it was like being caught in a sudden windy storm, as his feet left the ground and unable to even scream over the den of hot wind that sent him hurling through the air. He went right through a nearby store window, which had gotten cracks in it from Starbrights earlier stompings - rolling across the floor before coming to stop. Down for the count.

“Two for two! Who's next–”

CRACK!

A slight ‘sting’ was felt ever so briefly against her cheek, as Starlight had gotten on her hands and knees to blow the man away, leaving her close enough to the ground for the blue-skinned to strike her with the whip she had on hand. Grinning like a crazy person, she thrust a blue tinted finger towards Starbright, yelling at her.

“I don’t care how OVERSIZED you are! You’ll learn that big mouth is just spelling TROUBLE FOR YOU! You ol’ HAG!” She declared. . .only for her heart to drop as the giant’s face turned towards her. . .those eyelids lowered into a glare. The side of her mouth pulled back into a scowl, showing off those glowing pearly whites of hers. Each tooth the size of small boulders to the villain, who suddenly felt very. . .very. . .small.

“. . .old hag?” Her warm breath washed over the smaller woman, who took a shaky step away - clutching to her whip as it was her only defense. Trembling, she wasn’t thinking as she reared her arm back, ready to strike her again!

However, as she did, she felt her heart stop as the mouth opened WIDE before her. She could easily fit inside with no problem, the very thought made her wish she had not done what she had just done. The tail end of the whip was CAUGHT between Starbrights teeth, lips curled back into a sneer. Those large plush lips pressed against it, as the large-scaled ‘hero’ slowly started to slurp the whip up, causing the well-dressed woman to be pulled closer in turn; too scared to think logically as she held tightly to her own means to defend herself. “L–Let go! Let go! LET GO!”

A soft ‘squishing’ sound was heard within the confines of her maw, as she slurped the whip up without a problem - reeling the woman in like one might a fish on a fishing pole. Before she knew it, she felt her hands and lower arms sink against those black painted lips. . .before they too were being slurped between her lips and into her mouth.

That was enough to trigger her fight or flight, as she thrashed about in a wild manner, trying to pull herself free, but it was far too late.

“No, no, no! You can’t DO this! You can’t–MHHHRRRR!”

The smaller woman was cut off, as her upper body was forced between said plus lips. Her legs kicked comically behind her, as Starbright brought a hand up. Not caring if it was too far or not, she pressed a finger against the woman’s well-formed rear end, letting it linger a bit. . .before slowly forcing her the rest of the way in with a single finger.

Inside, the woman was in full blown panic, as she was able to see within the mouth she was now inside thanks to whatever glowing pill she had chewed up earlier. Her teeth, tongue, roof of her mouth, the inside of her cheeks. . .she could see it all. She found herself being tasted as the tongue glided up and down her once nice suit, torn up from the earlier events. Whenever the tip of her tongue found an opening, it focused on it - forcing the clothing to be ripped further.

“D–don’t do this! I can’t end like thiiiiss–AAAAHH!” Clenching her own teeth, she felt the titan’s tongue merely give a harsh poke in her chest, before slipping under it and tearing it up. It was like the giant was treating her like a piece of candy, with her clothing acting as the shell. The tongue didn’t seem too shy, seeming to focus on her legs, stomach, and across her now bare back. The smaller woman clawed at the tongue, having lost her whip while being tasted by the giant hero.

Without warning, the tongue lifted upward and pressed her against the hard, yet somewhat yielding roof of her mouth. Pinned between the large pink muscle having its way with her and the ceiling of the giant’s mouth, the villain flailed about and tried screaming, but it was muffled due to the tongue, now drenched in the woman’s saliva.

Then, she was being moved and felt herself forced against something hard. When she opened her eyes, she figured out she had been placed alongside the bottom row of her teeth towards the back of her mouth. She didn’t even have time to scream as they descended down towards her. . .yet, as she was caught between them and a harsh pressure was felt, she. . .was alive? Alive, but in a bit of pain.

The teeth parted, before coming down again, only this time in different spots. Starbright was treating her like a piece of gum almost, chewing on her, but not biting through. However, she was biting down hard enough to leave large-scaled bite marks all over her. Her back, her stomach, all up and down her arms. Even her chest had a slight impression of the woman’s teeth across them! However, that was nothing compared to her rear end and thighs.

The giant’s glowing teeth seemed to focus on those two parts. Flicking her about, the woman found herself being forced into an uneasy position, bending in such a manner her feet were just above her head almost - thanking whatever powers that be she was flexible enough for it! The back of her teeth lightly gnawed on her rear end, causing the blue-skinned woman to pound her tiny fists against the tongue in anger at her, scowling as she felt her ego take an odd hit as a resounding ‘Mmmmm’ echoed about around the warm moist maw she found herself in. She was TASTING HER?! The nerve!

Despite her whining and angry shouts to be unhanded, Starbright kept having her way with the whip-user - uncaring of how she felt after she had struck her cheek. The woman’s thighs were next, her feet pressed up against the inside of her cheek, while her upper body was resting on her tongue. Lightly chewing away at her rather plush feeling thighs, she made sure to not get too hard, as she mostly enjoyed the feel, texture, and taste of the villain struggling within.

On the outside, she had already dealt with the man with odd-arms, having captured him fully within her grasp. Her hand was curled into a fist, squeezing the man within it, before she’d loosen up and then repeat the process. Shifting him about with her fingers, she knew she no doubt had bruised and maybe even broken something. She was waiting for him to yield and stop struggling, while staring down at the final villain.

Starbright had moved to lay down on her stomach in the middle of the road. The top of her foot resting against the man in plastic armor, not caring if it might feel a little uneasy, as she enjoyed the feeling of a person against the top of her exposed foot - still clad in those ballet-flat shoes.

Those soft glowing hot pink eyes were looking directly at the woman in the fairy outfit. Who was not running away. . .but looking up at her in both fear and awe. . .and. . .something else.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed away the villain in her hand, not even caring when he landed as she was finding herself enjoying this moment. The sound of glass breaking was heard, but her eyes didn’t once look away from the woman in the fairy outfit. Clutching tightly to her pole-wand, the last villain shrunk back slightly as the face moved closer. . .watching as she kept up the chewing motion.

Then, as if wanting to put on a display for her, she started to chew with her mouth open. One could see the blue-skinned woman inside. Her clothes in ruins, drenched in saliva, and bite marks all over her once-perfect skin. It was almost comical as every time her mouth opened, the fairy could hear her ally inside shouting and screaming, only to be muffled again when her mouth closed. However, the screams slowly started to lower in volume, while her thrashing became less over time as well.

With one final chewing motion, Starbright’s jaw became tense, causing the fairy to feel a flutter of fear. . .before it came closer to her - but turned slightly to the side of her. Her black lips parted a few seconds of silence, head tilted downward and tongue extending outward; with the blue-skinned villain slowly slipping out from her mouth and across her tongue, before landing in a panting, tired, and bruised heaped beside the fairy. The giant kept her mouth open for a time, turning to present it to the fairy, a single string of saliva still connecting from her lips to the one that had just been inside her maw.

“Haaaaa. . .” Once more, her warm breath washed across another villain, but she didn’t do anything. Yet. The fairy’s hair fluttered about her, breathing faster than before as she kept clutching her pole-arm. With a glance given to her once strong and cocky ally, the fairy turned to look back as the mouth slowly closed in front of her; breaking the strand of saliva that was connecting to the other woman.

She just stared down at the last one. A hand moving closer to her, pinkie finger extended while the rest was curled towards the palm of her hand. With an almost slow and comical poke, the tip of her finger nail bumped the pole-wand. Staring down at her as it was crystal clear she wanted her to drop it.

The fairy looked at her own means of ‘defense’, but with another look towards those painted lips slightly curled upward into a smirk, she tossed the weapon away with a trembling arm. Silence was the only thing that greeted the two, as Starbright had her all to herself for a moment - as the villain next to her had passed out from exhaustion.

“I gotta go check on Mite, but. . .I think we can work something out.” Starbright whispered to her, knowing just what to do with her as a hand reached out for the woman. It wasn’t just fear and awe that was seen in the villain's eye, and the larger woman figure couldn't hurt to have a little personal prize after all the help she was giving. . .

Mite wasn’t doing too well in their fight, as while Starbright had helped ward away and deal with the group, the rat-man himself was pushing them to their limits. A series of claw marks was seen up and down their body, their cloak and suit looking rather torn up. With a backhand given to the side of their face, Mite was sent reeling backwards and down against the city streets.

Grinning like a mad-man, the rat villain surged forward, ready to end it all–

A quick series of tremors was felt, before the rat villain was clutched TIGHTLY within the woman’s fist. Shouting and clawing, the villain tried to free himself - while Starbright held him far away at arm’s length, looking VERY unsure for a moment. “Jeez, why are you so big. . .what the heck–GIT OUTTA ‘ERE!”

Yelling at the half-man half-rat in her fist, she whipped him across the basement room - as EVERYONE looked up to see the main villain himself sailing through the air like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. With a meaty THUNK he collided with the side of the wall, before free-falling into an open trash can below him with another solid THUNK heard!

“Aaaand that’s the last one. . .sorry, figured I owed it to you for dealing with this whole mess Mite!” The giant hero stated, kneeling down to look them over. She frowned a bit as she saw they were beat up, with the outfit making it hard to tell who or what they were. It had her curious, and while she wanted to so badly unrobe the person, she felt. . .that would make her a real villain then! The person had fought so hard to help the city out while she had taken a two-month long vacation! She had left them with enough water of course, knowing it’d be a bit low upon her return, but she hadn’t expected all of THIS!

Flatbrowing at seeing a flood lamp broken here and there, she made a small ‘hmm’ing motion, as she thought about how to fix it.

However, she was pulled from her thoughts as she heard shouting and. . .clapping? Turning, she noted a crowd had gathered several blocks away, but were cheering for her and Mite!

“O–oh! Uhhh. . .” A quick thumbs up was given, before reaching down and gently picking up Mite! They didn’t seem to know she was the owner of the house, thanks to her ‘outfit’. With them chanting her name Starbright and not ‘Creator’, she figured the costume worked out!

“Alriiiight! Now with–” The fuses were about to be lit by the fire, but with a few quick and short stompings from her foot, the fire was put out and failed to reach the fireworks!

“--ok, NOW with this all over, I’mma take Mite and get them all healed up! Ummm. . .stay safe and don’t be baddies!” With another wave, she turned towards the basement stairs - cradling the person in her hand. “Welp, hope you don’t mind a partner. . .that was rather fun!” She expressed to them, heading up the stairs, but taking care not to put too much weight on a certain foot. . .

Inside the confines of her right ballet-flat, the last villain had been stuffed away right under five large toes. Her face was pressed up against the somewhat plush underside of the largest toe and the one next to it, while her feet were pinned by the giant’s pinkie toe alone! She felt an extreme amount of pressure now and then, fearful she was going to be crushed. Yet, Starbright seemed to be taking great care not to do that - causing the fairy dressed woman to shudder in a mixture of fear and excitement.

As she felt the titan walking up the stairs and back to the world above, the fairy villain wondered if she kept causing trouble if this would be where she ended up. If so. . .and Starbright showed ‘mercy’, she figured it couldn’t hurt if it was light crimes, right?

All five toes clenched around her, as if squeezing her into a massive hug - forcing another whimper from the tiny woman. Forcing her to pay attention to her toes, as she’d be stuck there for the rest of the night, and for many days to come. . .