I was mortified. I stood outside the tiny restroom area while she washed up. We hadn’t spoken, I just carried her there. Some people walked by the hall, and some tinies were queued outside. I was just leaning against the wall, hovering like some weirdo. I was obviously waiting for someone in the restroom, it was embarrassing. I could tell the tinies were thinking about me and who I must be waiting on. Just some girl that gets off on tinies, nothing to see. I tried to ignore them as they waited. Did tinies have only one-stall restrooms?
I thought about Amy and how she must be disgusted with me. Washing my spit from her skin and dress, trying to be polite but not knowing what to say. She must be even more mortified. Do the tinies even have mirrors in there? Do they often use the restrooms to clean themselves off? Will one of the other tiny girls ask her if she’s OK?
I slid down the wall until my butt touched the floor, placing my hands on my knees and giving in to the shame. I had almost lost myself. Rather, Amy almost lost her arm. The look on her face, the taste of her. The feeling was overwhelming. Even after everything, imagining her scared expression and flavor is enough to send me over the edge. I pictured her in the restroom, trying desperately to clean my spit from her skin. Worried scrubbing, tears in her eyes. Trying to gain composure but now forever changed by my mouth. I put the fear of death and dismemberment in her. It was so fucking hot. So fucking wrong. I tried to warn her. She insisted. This didn’t have to happen if she just backed off. If she wasn’t so… fucking adorable. At least now she would realize the issue. I’m not meant to have someone like her. I would break her.
The door opened, finally. She had been in there for close to fifteen minutes. She sauntered out, looking a little damp around the edges but otherwise happy as a clam. She caught a glimpse of my dour face and jogged over. Just two feet, but a bit of a jog for her. I smiled, despite how I was feeling. I stayed put, kneels pulled close. I was a little worried getting up would disturb the ground too much.
“Hey,” she said as she tried to catch her breath, “you OK?”
“Yeah. I mean, are... are you OK?”
“Oh yeah! Hey, that stuff happens all the time.” Her voice was tinged with concern.
“Not for me, I guess. I’m really, really sorry. Really.”
“No, it’s OK. I don’t, Um...” Amy trailed off.
I was more than a little confused. Just a moment ago I was fantasizing about her misery, shaming myself for getting off to it. Hating that the monster inside me liked the thought of her trying to wash the fear from her arm. Wishing I hadn’t hurt her but smiling that I did. But here she was, unharmed. Happy, even. Now I was making things weird.
“Amy, I told you earlier, I’m… fucking awful.”
She stared at me. Her brow was furrowed, that little face scrunched into a scowl. I tried not to smile, she was puffing herself up to make a big gesture but she was just so small.
“Can we… go somewhere?”
“Amy. I…” I said as I shook my head, “Why… do you still want to go anywhere with me?” My voice was shaking. I felt like I was about to cry.
Amy almost said something but stopped, looking around instead. We were starting to get looks. Not just from the tinies but the regular students, too. We were really running through all the possible rumors about us. This is why I don’t do this. Not with tinies, not with anyone, I thought. This is why I shouldn’t be around them.
“Can we go somewhere..? Like your car or something?” She offered.
“Yeah. Sure.” I said, composing myself with a deep breath. If we were going to do this I’d rather it wasn’t in front of everyone. For a moment there, it felt like it was just us.
I lowered my hand for her, and she reluctantly climbed up. I was shaking, but so was she. We had to do this; she had to understand why. It wasn’t fair, but it was true. We walked in silence, arriving in the parking lot before too long. The distance for her must have easily been miles. I idly wondered if I moved faster than the tiny subway to her home. I opened the door and placed her on the center console, stopping for just a moment to look around. We were mostly alone. The last few students were trickling out of the parking lot, the latest wave of classes having ended.
I sat in silence, staring down at the pedals. I imagined the top half of Amy, smeared with gore, frozen in eternal agony on my floorboard behind the gas pedal. Crumpled and spent for a few moments of my pleasure. Trodden like a pretty flower, still gorgeous but ruined. Dead. I bit my lip.
“I had a good time.” Her voice snapped me out of it. She was sitting on the edge of the console, dangling her little boots over the side as she watched me.
“Right up until?” I shrugged.
“You started being weird?” She tilted her head as she asked.
“Something bad could have happened. It was fucked up.”
“Nothing bad was happening. Really.”
I started to get angry. She wouldn’t take a fucking hint. What did I have to do to get her to back off? Why didn’t she understand the kind of danger she was in? I was going to kill her. My heart started to flutter as I prepared myself to show her the monster. There was only one way she would leave me alone. All other choices led to her hot little demise.
“I could have bitten your arm off,” I said flatly.
“But you didn’t. It’s-”
“I- I wanted to.” I was shaking, staring into space. I couldn’t look at her. A tear streamed down my face.
“Tess, I know you wouldn’t-” Amy said and stood up.
“You don’t fucking know me.” I cut her off.
“Well, maybe I fucking want to!” She was angry now. Defiant. I lost myself.
“Do you want to know why I left class?” I turned to look at her as I snarled, “I came here to my car and thought about you. I touched myself as I thought about hurting you,” I leaned in close and punctuated my words, ”I thought about popping you like a grabe against my clit. I thought about fucking killing you and I liked it!”
Rage and despair spilled out of me, tears streaming down my face. I was so close to her, my tears landing around her as she looked up at me. Her face was in shock. She finally saw me for the monster I was. Not just for imagining hurting her but for hurting her now. Scaring her. She just stared, unable to respond. I was fed up. It was done.
“I’m sorry. Now you know.” I said through tears, turning away. I looked out the window and cried, knowing at least it was over. One tiny knowing about me wasn’t too bad. I could always just say she made it up. I could say she was crazy, maybe. I could say it was messy but mutual. I could go back to not saying anything to anyone at all.
“I wasn’t washing up.” She said, her voice even and calm.
“What?” I asked without looking at her.
“Not the whole time. I wasn’t washing up.”
“What… What are you talking about?” This time I did turn towards her, my tears momentarily subsiding. Her face was stoic.
“In the restroom. I was in there for a while. I wasn’t washing up.”
“Wh-” I shook my head, “What were you doing?”
“Touching myself.”
I sat dumbfounded. I had thought she was traumatized. Crying in the mirror, wishing she had never met me.
“I don’t understand,” I said, my voice still shaking.
“I washed up after.” Her lips hung open just a little. Her face was a little flushed. There was no fear in her eyes, just cold, sober truth.
“Your arm was covered in my spit.” I had composed myself, but I could tell I still looked unhinged.
“Yeah. That’s…” She turned away, looking down slightly. Then she said something I couldn’t hear.
“Say that again.” I leaned in close.
“That’s the hand I used to touch myself.” She didn’t look at me; her voice was shaking a bit now.
“Why? I don’t understand.” I was looming over her, my hair forming a curtain around her as she started to shake.
“I thought about your mouth,” She said as she looked up at me, “I thought about your teeth. Your... tongue.” Her eyes were wide. I thought she was shaking from fear, but her face said only one thing: desire.
“You...” I stammered.
“I thought about you killing me and I liked it.”
Everything was red-hot. My face felt like it was on fire. I blinked a few times, leaning back. I did not take my eyes off of her, quivering like a leaf. She closed her eyes and sighed as my hair whipped around her, fluttering her dress. She was positively stunning, her eyes wild. Her thighs moved together, and her muscles clenched. She was fucking horny.
“Amy… I don’t think you understand. I have fantasies. About killing you.”
“Can you… tell them to me?” Her eyes were half-lidded. She was rocking slightly in place as she stood. Her hands reached up to touch her breasts over her dress.
“I… I’m not…” I couldn’t believe her. This had to be some sort of trick.
“Please?”
“Do you want to… die?”
“For now, I just want to hear about how.” Her voice evened out, her eyes were pleading.
“Why?”
“So I can show you.”
“Show me wh-” I started to say, but she was already showing me. One hand gently pressed into her chest as her other slipped under her dress. Her hips swayed for a moment, and then tiny red panties fell to the center console. They were darkened around the middle.
“You want me… To tell you how I imagine killing… You.” I stated more than asked.
“Yes. Ugh! How can you be this hot but so fucking dense!”
Something shifted inside me. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I liked it. I couldn’t really fathom why a tiny wanted to undress in front of me, but it was nice. I didn’t understand why she was begging me but I liked to hear it. I already knew why I liked seeing her body sway, and I wanted more. I was still scared but I was curious enough to open up.
“I mostly think about crushing you.”
“Oh yeah?” Her hand was back under her dress, and her breasts were beginning to heave up and down. She was panting.
“I think about the sounds you’d make as I flattened you.”
“What sort of sounds?”
“Pops. Squelches. I think about your body breaking under my shoe. Turning to mush.”
She was moaning softly as I spoke. I leaned in a little closer.
“I think about your screams, too.”
“Oh! What kind of screams?” She moaned.
“Begging for your life. Begging me not to kill you.” I leaned in even closer.
“Please! Please! Don’t!” She screamed, “Ah! Like… Like that?”
“You’ll have to do better than that.” It was my turn. I reached over to unbutton my pants. I started to think about her demise but I stopped myself. She was right here, I didn’t need to think.
I gulped hard, moaning a little. Amy went into a frenzy, falling backward as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She continued touching herself, moaning.
“No! No! I don’t want to die!” She screamed, eyes locked on to my throat.
“You’re afraid I’ll eat you?”
“Tess! Please! Ah! Ah! N- Ah!” She tried to scream but moaned instead.
I ran my tongue across my lips, sending her into a trance. Her hand worked quickly under her dress as he desperately groped herself. I slid my pants down a little and started to touch myself as well.
“Take that dress off. I don’t want it caught in my teeth.” I was lost in the fantasy with her.
She wasted no time, flinging her dress up and over her head with a cute huff. She obeyed me like a puppet, rolling around on my console. She kicked off her boots and unhooked her bra. Totally naked in a heartbeat. Ready for me to devour her. She was majestic. Like seeing a unicorn. Her nipples were hard and red. Her breasts were perfect creamy little pillows. She was unshaven, her pussy dripping all over the rubber under her. She seemed hesitant, a little modest to start fucking herself in front of me.
“Go on. I need you to flavor yourself.” I commanded.
She merely nodded, eyes wide as she pressed her fingers into her clit. Smaller than a grain of sand but wet and hungry. I started making small circles on myself. I raised an eyebrow.
“Where’s that begging?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, you’re just. Fucking hot. Fuck!”
“Sorry won’t save you.” I smiled.
“Fuck! Tess, I’m so sorry don’t eat me! No! Please! Please! I want to live!”
“That’s better. Ah. Fuck.” I started to breathe faster, and I leaned back a little to better position myself.
“No! No! No! Ah, No! Ah, No!” She moaned over and over, unable to stop the gasps of pleasure from escaping her little body.
“Fuck, you’re going to taste good!” I started to match her tempo, her screams were beautiful music. I had pictured her so many times like this, squirming before me. But not like this.
She continued to beg and moan as she touched herself, pinching her nipple and bucking her hips. The car started to rock as I bucked my hips as well. The windows were beginning to fog.
“When you cum, that’s it,” I said between sharp breaths, “you’re mine.”
“Tes, please. Fuck! Ah! No! Please! Please! Don’t do this!”
“It’s too late. You’re going to, ah~ meet those, ah~ fries in my stomach. Ugh. Fuck.”
“Fuck! Tess! Please! Fuck!” She was screaming huge heaving sobs of pleasure.
“You’re fucking dead. Your- Ah! Ah! Fu-ck-ing… Food.”
“No! No! No! No! No! I’m... No! I’m not! No!” She convulsed, legs kicking like she could get away. Flailing desperately. It was too much. I wanted to devour her.
I leaned forward a bit, hunched a little as I tried to maintain the pleasure. I wanted to see it on her face. I wanted to taste her fear.
“Look inside me. Look, Ah! Watch how you’ll die!” I began to moan, my mouth hung open above her as her eyes went wide.
She screamed. No words, no begging. Pure, delicious terror rang hollow in my throat. I saw her back arch just before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was frozen in that perfect moment, my body locked into ecstasy as I shuddered. I thought of her boiling alive inside me, and her screams pushed me over the edge. She wailed as I came, and a thick gob of drool hung from my mouth as the pleasure washed over me. Her shrieks reached a new high as my hot spit landed on her. Her voice broke, the pitch shredding her vocal cords. I blinked, and it was still washing over me. My clit was beginning to get sore, and I relaxed. I collapsed back into the seat as she fell backward in a puddle of spit and cum.
We sat there for a moment, panting. I looked around, my senses finally coming back. We were still alone, but the windows were almost all fogged up. I simply absorbed the bliss for a moment, and I looked at Amy. She was beaming, her body wet with sweat and spit. I couldn’t tell what was from me and what was from her.
“I… Wow.” Was all she managed to say.
I didn’t respond, but I took my hand from my pants. I was buzzing. She looked so pathetic, in a hot little puddle. She looked delicious. I lifted my hand, sticky with pleasure. I hovered it over her. I didn’t wait, pinching her between my messy fingers. She merely squeaked. It was enough to drive me insane.
“I hope it was worth it,” I said with a smirk, “Because now you get to die.”
I opened my mouth and plunged her in, savoring my own flavor but probing between my fingers for hers. She was delicious, mostly salty. Warm. Screaming. Moaning. I lapped between her legs, she was like fruity candy. A mixture of strawberry and tang. A perfect snack. I leaned forward and spat her out onto my palm. She rolled, bouncing a little. I had to pinch her again before she slid right off. She was gasping, eyes wide not with terror but with pleasure. Her smile was crooked and deranged. She hung from my fingers catching her breath before speaking.
“I…” She spat out some of my saliva, “I thought you were about to actually do it.”
“Seems like maybe you wanted me to…”