No Good Deed by intergalelactic

“Woah…” Came the whispered awe at Marc’s elbow. Looking at Jonah’s wide-eyes and gaped mouth, it was almost enough to flash the older man back to when he himself had first laid eyes on the sight before them. Marc had still retained a bit of light in his eyes in those days, and wasn't hardened by the cruel conditions of the strange new world he had found himself thrust into against his will.

He’d gone to the Grand Canyon a few times, before all this. Pictures never did it justice. Marc had been face-to-face with some of the deepest crevasses on the Earth, bearing witness to endless miles of beautiful stone and dirt in a kaleidoscope of colors. His perspective from the Canyon’s many viewpoints had been warped, of course. Standing so far away, and so high up, his brain was not able to grasp the true enormity of the Canyon, something he only noticed if he focused hard enough.

If he had stood inside the Canyon itself, he’d be a speck within it. Barely a drop of water in the bucket.

All of that had paled in comparison to what lay before them now.

Two bare bodies, both at least a mile tall from their perspective, on a bed that may as well have been a gigantic flat plain. Jasper, the nefarious witch who had cursed them to their minuscule fate, lay below his lover, the demigod Adrien, as their bodies met in ecstasy. Quite a pair, the two made.

Jasper, small but vibrant, with short curled hair red as an apple and deep brown skin that served to accentuate the sheer warmth he exuded.

Adrien, tall and severe, his flaxen hair falling down his back as one of the few pops of color on his person. Dark makeup, pale skin, and bits of cold metal pierced into his lips, his ears, and even into the impressive member at his waist.

Their differences complimented each other.

Watching their bodies collide was nothing short of breathtaking. The most intimate, most human of experiences, blown up to a mind boggling scale. The force of flesh meeting flesh could be felt with each rhythmic quake, a persistent thunderclap over and over again as Adrien’s cock sank deep into his lover and their hips clashed together. Every pleasured gasp tore through the air like a hurricane and what should have been tender whispers of adoration, meant only for the other’s ears, rumbled through the air as if they were in a stadium. Their little moans, a suppressed grunt, everything that mites like them were never meant to hear or see was on full display.

Only one of these mountainous beings had divine blood in his veins, but at this scale it was difficult not to see them both as gods.

At least, it was difficult at first. When you bear witness to their lovemaking in some fashion every other day, Marc had begun to see it more and more for what it really was: two young men, absolutely head over heels in love with each other, and so outrageously horny that it borderlined on the ridiculous. This was no divine act, this was nothing special or out of the ordinary–they were just fucking. And goddamn, did they do it often. They tore through beds like one would a roll of paper towels in a week.

Jonah was the newest addition to Jasper’s collection of unwilling participants to his poorly disguised fetish. He had only ever heard their lovemaking, not seen it, and so of course the novelty had not worn off for him just yet. Marc let him take it all in, before nudging the younger man’s side to get his attention.

“You with me? Now’s not the time to ogle pretty boys, son.” Marc chided, rolling his eyes as Jonah turned bright red.

“R-right. Sorry, Marc, I was just–”

“Jonah. C’mon…Can y’just focus? Dominic needs us.”

Dominic. The reason for this ill-fated, doomed mission of theirs. He was a good, if fool-hardy man. The sort of man that sprinted across the witch’s kitchen floor to grab a crumb that could feed their pitiful little colony for a few days, all the while dodging Jasper’s heavy footfalls as he puttered about. A man that would fight an ant for the same reasons a normal sized person may try to fight a bear–just because he could. He was a light in their miserable, cursed lives–he saw the best in everybody, did his best to keep their spirits up even on the days where the witch’s cruelty seemed to know no bounds.

Of course, for every good man a terrible fate does await him.

Despite being no bigger than a speck, Jasper wanted Dominic to join him and Adrien for their night of lovemaking.

“We do love a captive audience.” The witch’s saccharine voice had thundered as he pinched the shrunken mite off the ground, stomping off towards his bedroom with an infuriatingly smug saunter.

One of the worst things about their new lives was, ironically, what Jasper had apparently considered an act of mercy. The witch did not want to kill his toys while he played with them, so they were “blessed” to be indestructible. Being stepped on, smothered under a gigantic ass, eaten…they’d be just fine. Except, it doesn’t particularly feel good to have thousands of tons of weight pressing upon your body and not just be able to die about it. Being stuck in a stomach for several hours is not especially pleasant either.

And of course, being smaller than an ant and lost inside a witch’s pussy or trapped inside his boyfriend’s cock for the rest of time was the sort of thing that’d make even the Devil ask, “Isn’t that a little much?”

Marc couldn’t say he was close to Dominic. He wasn’t close to anybody, not really…but he knew the influence that man had over the others. He knew that his bright light, his can-do attitude, was something that kept them all going. If they lost him, their community could very well crumble, and so he took it upon himself to do the impossible: get him back, no matter what.

Only Jonah was brave enough to join him on this mission into the lion’s den. Not his first pick (Marianne, a former rock climber and spelunker, would have been perfect for this…), but the guy had a good heart and could handle himself well despite his naivety.

He had made it this far, at any rate.

All the way on top of the witch’s bedside table, in the one place Jasper had forbidden his shrunken prisoners to go without his express permission–the guy got immensely irate when there were “pests” in his room…and yet never made an effort to put up any sort of magical bippity boppity boo bullshit to keep them out–punishing them was all part of the fun, obviously.

“...So, we’re gonna jump and hope to God we don’t fall?” Jonah asked, peering over the edge of the table, and grimacing at the shaking plateau of a bed before them.

“Yep.”

“And then we’re just gonna try not to get squashed while we look around for Do–”

“Jonah, I thought you said you understood the plan when I told you it the first time.”

Marc sighed. He didn’t mean to snap at him. The kid was just nervous. Who wouldn’t be? If Jasper noticed them, he’d be madder than a kicked hornet’s nest. If he didn’t, they still ran the risk of being squished underneath his body…or worse, the much heavier Adrien’s. And, much more harrowing than that, there was the very real possibility that they could be swept up in their night of fun and end up right in the absolute nightmare scenario that they had hoped to rescue Dominic from.

“Just…we’ve got this, okay? Don’t focus too hard on the details. Get out of your own head. Take any curve balls as they come.”

Jonah nodded, seemingly comforted by Marc’s stern–but gentle–words.

From the redheaded mountain came a low, keening moan. Jasper’s back had started to arch, his eyes squeezed shut as pressure mounted between his legs–it was time to spring into action. The witch was, if nothing else, consistent. The closer he got, the more his hands reached for something–anything–to grip onto. A shadow came over the two men as a hand as big as a football field came crashing against the edge of his bed, gigantic fingers digging hard into the mattress.

“NOW!” Marc yelled, and they took off running towards the end of the table. They leapt, careening through the air, and Marc felt his heart leap into his throat. As he fell, his limbs flailed, trying to push him closer and closer to the huge hand. His body slammed into warm, sticky skin–his hands reaching to grab onto the little hairs on Jasper’s knuckles–and he was both grateful and terrified that he managed to find a grip.

Looking to his right, there was Jonah. Face pale, chest heaving with adrenaline, but in no danger of falling. Marc let out a relieved laugh. He wished he could say the hardest part was over, but this was only the beginning.

Jasper’s moans grew in pitch, in volume, as he climaxed…for what was probably the third time that night. They had been going at this for a while, these two. Despite hating them with every fiber of his being, Marc had to commend their stamina. The witch was breathing heavily, his body still being shaken by Adrien pushing his cock in and out, body squirming as he relished in the delight of being utterly overstimulated.

The hand they were on loosened its death grip on the mattress, and they were lifted seemingly hundreds of feet up into the air.

“Hold on!” Marc called to Jonah, unsure if the young man could even hear him over the wind whipping around them or the quiet rumble of the two giants around them.

Jasper lifted his hand to Adrien’s cheek, cupping it lovingly. From this new vantage point, Marc could see the pure, unadulterated adoration in the witch’s brown eyes. A soft, tender look, one saved only for Adrien–an alien expression on the face of a man who had only been a cruel, unyielding tyrant to the people he had turned into bugs beneath his feet. No wonder he got annoyed when they came in here–it broke the illusion that he was the heartless lord of his domain, to see him like this.

Adrien continued to thrust into Jasper, until he too finished with a full-body shudder and a groan that made his boyfriend chuckle. They both sat in the blissful aftermath of sex, breathing fast and heavy as they began to calm down…for now. The excited glint in Jasper’s eye told Marc that he would be raring to go again anytime soon.

“Marc? MARC!?”

The hand was moving again, but not of Jasper’s volition. Adrien’s own cupped the witch’s, pulling it away from his cheek, leaving the two minuscule men with a sky of painted black lips headed right towards them. It was going to be a sweet little gesture, Marc realized. Kissing the knuckles of one’s lover. Fear gripped him, but Marc refused to let it take hold of him.

“We gotta get off this ride, kid!”

“WHAT!?”

“Do you wanna end up getting licked off his lips? Come on, just jump!”

It was a leap of faith, that’s for sure. Freefalling hundreds of feet down, and down. It wouldn’t kill them. It couldn’t kill them. But it didn’t stop the primal fear that took root in Marc’s head–you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna--

They landed in a dark valley between two enormous jiggling hills. Jonah was quick to get on his feet again, grabbing Marc by the arm to yank him up and get his bearings. Beneath them, the blistering hot ground of Jasper’s skin thrummed with a heavy, fast pulse. From behind, they could not see Jasper’s face, hidden by his chin. In front of them, towering in the distance, was Adrien. His expression was unreadable, but there was something undeniably fond in the crinkle of his eyes as he held Jasper’s hand in his.

They were no longer looking at the Grand Canyon from beyond. They were fully inside it, like the specks they were.

“Mmm…” The world shook as Jasper hummed. “I think I’ve got one more round in me. How about you?”

The demigod’s lips quirked in the smallest, barest hint of a smirk.

“You’re insatiable. Can I have a breather first?”

The two mountains that surrounded Marc and Jonah wobbled as Jasper laughed.

“Take as long as you want! It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“S’not like our little friend is going anywhere, either…”

“And how is he?”

Marc and Jonah stiffened, watching Adrien’s gaze fall between his legs. His fingers trailed around the piercing on the tip of his cock, running over a transparent bulb at the top. There was something in there, but neither Marc nor Jonah could make it out from the sheer distance they were from the piercing. Adrien let out a gale-force sigh, feigning indifference in a playful manner, shrugging his massive shoulders on the horizon.

“I like to think he’s enjoying his front-row ticket to the show.”

Marc cursed under his breath. Of course, whatever fucked up thing he had imagined had happened to Dominic, the witch had to come up with something worse. Though this was admittedly a better place for him to be than lost inside one of the giants’ bodies, but how the hell were they going to get him out? It’s not like they had any tools to break the glass, and there was no way the fucking thing had any kind of exit on its own.

“Dude…what now?” Jonah murmured beside him. Marc couldn’t answer.

Well, he could have answered if Adrien hadn’t started moving again.

Marc watched in stunned silence as the giant man came closer and closer until he could lock lips with Jasper, looming over the witch’s chest and shrouding them entirely in his shadow. The way they kissed, it was greedy and intense–like they both had something the other needed, and they would stop at nothing until they had their fill. Adrien’s lips slowly untangled themselves from the witch, running down his cheek, his chin, his neck…He left dark stains on Jasper’s collar, winding his way down to one of the enormous nipples.

“This is your idea of a break, darling?” Jasper murmured, pleased like a spoiled cat.

“Mhm…” Came Adrien’s muffled affirmation, as his kisses made their way down the side of Jasper’s breast–Marc knew it was time to move when he saw a massive tongue snake its way out and begin to lick against the skin, leaving goosebumps rising in its wake.

He grabbed Jonah by the arm, yanking the younger man in front of them so they could run. Jonah didn’t dare look behind him, the sound of lips smacking against skin slowly encroaching upon them too much for him to bear. Marc, however, took a chance–Adrien’s face was buried between the witch’s chest, leaving a trail of kisses between his breasts. Each peck brought him closer and closer to their infinitesimal forms, closer to being stuck against his lips, closer to being eaten. There was no way they could outrun him, no way in hell–

“Hmph. Would’ya look at that.” Adrien’s voice rumbled from on high, his hot breath washing over the two shrunken men and sending them falling to the ground in an effort to not get blown away. “We’ve got uninvited guests.”

Fuck.

“What?” Jasper asked. Too sweet. Too innocently.

“Yeah. Two little bugs right here…”

Adrien’s finger hovered just above them, pointing them out. In that split second, Marc and Jonah were ripped from Jasper’s chest, flung high into the sky where they were face to face with the witch’s enormous, now glowing red eyes, held in place by his magic. His lips pulled into such an intense sneer that it almost made him look like he was about to start snarling, annoyance written across his features in every conceivable way.

Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong, and they were about to pay the price.

“And why are you pests here, hm?” Jasper spat, making Jonah flinch from the intensity. Marc tried to stand his ground–as much as he could, when he was floating midair in front of a gargantuan, pissed off, monster.

There was no point in trying to talk to him. He was too big, they were too small. He couldn’t hear them even if they were right in his ear. It was all part of his twisted powerplay, stripping them of any ability to stand up for themselves. Humiliate them by being unable to talk back to his insults.

“You two are so small, just like our little playmate. Do you know him, I wonder? Did you think you could come rescue him?” He crooned spitefully, a wicked smile forming on his lips as the tiny men recoiled.

“What a noble…waste of your time. I was going to let him out once we were done, you know. Maybe think about that next time you try to play hero, yeah?”

Marc wanted to kick himself. He dragged poor Jonah into this mess all for nothing. An apology sits on his lips, but it doesn’t leave–what use is a sorry right now? They weren’t dead men now, no…They were something far, far worse.

“But…I’m not gonna lie, this is pretty cute. You two are lucky you caught me in a good mood.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. Marc had seen him in a proper bad mood before, and this–as bad as it was–was not one of those.

The witch began to carefully lower them down, but not onto the bed, his body, or even the floor…They were headed for Adrien’s cock, steadily rising as his excitement built for what would come next. Landing at the head of the gigantic member, they could finally see Dominic–stuck inside a glass prison, pounding on the walls, but physically no worse for wear. Above them, Jasper pushed his damp, sweaty curls from his face, looking amused.

“How about this? Run alllll the way down this dick and get to the base, and I’ll let you both and your friend go.” Jasper looked to his boyfriend, smiling softly at him. “That sound good to you?”

“It’ll be entertaining, at least…” The demigod said with a shrug. Jasper looked far too pleased.

The witch put his arms around his lover’s shoulders, his torso rising until the dark cavern of his pussy loomed high above them, positioning itself in just the right spot to have Adrien’s dick make a return visit inside him. Marc’s blood went cold–of course it wouldn’t be that easy. Of course it couldn’t. He looked to Jonah, who looked scared out of his wits–good. If he were frightened, it’ll give him more incentive to run for his life.

“Hey,” Marc said, trying to force some lightheartedness into his voice. “At least we’ll be going downhill?”

Jonah laughed, tense and a bit hysterical.

And as Jasper–slowly, tantalizingly–began to lower himself down…They ran. No bigger than lice on a cock that throbbed and threw them off balance with each beat of the demigod’s pounding heart, on unsteady, spongy, and slick terrain that made their sprint just that more difficult. A horrible squelch signaled that the tip of the cock had entered Jasper, and it was hard to tell just how far away the witch’s pussy was from catching up to them.

Just keep running, Marc told himself as his limbs burned and his lungs heaved and his eyes stung. Don’t look back, just keep running.

It hit him all at once that this was impossible. They would be swallowed whole, and they’d never get out.

His legs gave out. Marc stopped running. Jonah stopped too–did he also realize it was impossible? Did he give up hope, too?

Marc got his answer when Jonah shoved him as hard as he could, sending him flying down the length of Adrien’s cock faster than running could have gotten him. He didn’t see it happen as he tumbled, but for a split second he saw where Jonah last stood–now engulfed by a massive tunnel of dripping wet, hot flesh.

Everything went numb after that. Marc barely felt the impact of slamming into the base of the enormous member. He simply sat in a forest of wispy blond hair, ears ringing, jostled by the force of Jasper getting fucked over, and over, and over again. Marc simply glared up at the witch, hating him with everything he had–and more than anything, he hated how nothing he did could change what had just happened. Nor could he get any sort of revenge. Screaming bloody murder wouldn’t even grant him any catharsis.

At least he’d be able to go home with Dominic in tow. Tell the others of what Jonah did.

So he sat. And he waited. Until that bastard witch and his boyfriend came one last time.

Above, Jasper buried his face into the crook of Adrien’s neck. They sat there, intertwined in each other's arms for what seemed like an age. The blond’s fingers ran through Jasper’s curls, playing with his hair absentmindedly as they both sat once more in the comfort of their post coital bliss. A roar of a yawn broke through the silence, Jasper’s eyes going half-lidded.

“That was fun…” The witch cooed, finally separating. “I’m beat–”

“Don’t you have something to do first?” Adrien interrupted, raising a brow.

Marc couldn’t even find the strength to get mad that Jasper had fucking forgot him.

The witch groaned, petulant and bratty, looking down at Adrien’s dick with a pout on his lips. It took him a while, but he finally found the little mite.

“Oh.” The witch grumbled, looking annoyed. “Really? One of you got there? Ugh…Well, you know what, both of you had to make it out. That was, y’know. Implied to be the case the whole time, in case you’re down there throwing a tantrum.” Jasper shrugged, completely oblivious to the way his words completely shattered the last vestiges of hope Marc had felt that day. Of course it couldn’t have been that easy–of course he couldn’t have this, the smallest of wins.

The witch licked his pointer finger, overshadowing the shrunken man and pressing down on him until he was sure the little mite was stuck to him. Raising him higher, and higher, Jasper’s finger hovered over Adrien’s lips. Obediently, his boyfriend opened his mouth, blasting another gust of hot air at Marc. Jasper smeared him down onto the gigantic, writhing mass of a tongue, detaching him from the witch’s finger and leaving him in a cavern just as terrible as the one Jonah had become trapped in.

Before Adrien closed his lips, the last thing Marc saw was the witch’s smug face. Saliva flooded the demigod’s mouth, washing the minuscule man away in a flood–and pulling him down under as a world-shattering ‘GULP!’ rang around him.






Inside Dominic’s glass prison, his two mountainous wardens discussed his fate, while the man himself still reeled from everything that had happened in the past…God, that couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes. In just a quarter of an hour, he screamed himself raw, begging the two who had come to save him to just run, to leave, get out while they still could–and watched in vain as the both of them met the very same fate they must have thought awaited him.

“...So are you just gonna keep him in there now? You know I like to change the piercings up every once in a while, right?”

Jasper snickered, shaking his head.

“No, no, I’ll let him go. Once you leave them in jewelry for too long they just sort of…give up? And it’s really boring to look at. Maybe we can get someone else in there another time.”

Dominic didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to go back, knowing that those two were still here. He didn’t want to go back, if someone was just going to replace him–-

A snap of Jasper’s fingers rang through the air. He was no longer in the confines of a piercing shaped jail. Cool air washed against his bruised, sweaty body. He was right where Jasper had picked him up, beneath an imposing drawer somewhere in the witch’s shop.

Dead-eyed. Quiet. Defeated, for the first time in a long time. The once strong-willed, inspiring Dominic…trudged back to the meager settlement he called home.