We sat for a little while in my car. We were both out of breath, and I cupped her in my hand while I slumped into my seat. The windows were almost entirely opaque, the moisture of our mutual pleasure clung to the glass. I just stared at the roof. I was relaxed, enjoying the little rhythm of Amy’s breathing gradually slowing in my palm. My cupped hand was resting just above my crotch, the open zipper pressing against my skin. Her movements tickled a little, and my desire flickered to life again. My body wanted her. Not just for some mutual fun. My fingers flexed just a little, the signal my brain sent was narrowly denied. I wanted to turn my hand over and plunge her inside. I tilted my head back down to her. She had such a huge, stupid smile. It seemed she had been looking at me for a while.
“You’re in trouble,” I said and shook my head.
“Promise?”
I laughed. More nervous than joyful. This woman was going to get herself killed. I was going to do it, too. I took a deep breath.
“You’re cute. That’s the problem.”
“I thought it was fun.” She was still smiling, and I couldn’t help grinning as well.
“That’s also… a problem.”
“I know what it looks like, you know?” She curled up and sat cross-legged in my palm.
“Oh? How do you think it looks?”
“It looks like I want to die.”
“Um,” I chuckled gently and nodded, “Yeah. It kinda does.”
“Yeah. It’s… complicated.” Her smile faded just a bit.
“Maybe you could help me figure it out,” I sighed, “I guess I’m qualified to understand better than most.”
“What do you mean?” She cocked her head. Her adorable curls were starting to come back as the moisture from my mouth was drying.
“I mean, it’s…” I trailed off. The words were too monstrous.
“Tess, you can trust me. Not just because I’m sitting naked near your open pants, covered in your spit,” she sneered.
I laughed deeply, lifting her up as my belly rocked back and forth. Her smile was devilish, and I giggled while I used my other hand to zip up and button my pants. She fell to all fours in my hand to steady herself.
“Sorry about that,” I said as my giggling died down.
“No need to cover up on my account.”
“I’d better. You were in danger of being shoved inside.” I flashed a wicked grin back.
I expected similar peels of laughter in an exchange of banter. It was just a lighthearted joke, or at least, I didn’t mean it. Did I? Amy didn’t laugh, she just turned red and smiled. She bit her lip as my panties disappeared from her view and my shirt fell back over my zipper.
“For someone who doesn’t want to die, you sure have dangerous ideas,” I stated.
“I’m not saying I want to die, but if I did die in your…” her voice trailed off, “it wouldn’t be so bad, right? It’s a poetic way to go. You know?”
“I… Actually, I do, I think. I was going to say earlier, it’s like art. For me.”
“Art?”
I took a deep breath and organized my thoughts. I was trying to find the right words, the words that would communicate how I felt without making me seem like a monster. My eyes darted around the car as if looking for them, finding nothing. I looked at her, and she was simply waiting patiently. She had a slight smile, enraptured in silence for my every word. I decided to open up a little more. If she wanted to know, she could know. We were already bonded in mutual fucked up fantasies. Maybe if I scared her enough, she’d realize it was a bad idea to go spelunking in me. She was fun, but she needed the cold water. I brought her up to my face, her stark nudity in stunning detail was without shame.
“I think of it like art,” I spoke slowly as my breath washed over her, “the pain, the blood. The despair. The fucked up feeling isn’t repulsive. It’s the opposite. Seeing you hurting, begging… it’s art. It’s beautiful.”
“That’s…” Amy tried to speak, but she was just staring at my lips. I smiled and pulled her back. No fear. Just a deep throbbing need. She was really in trouble.
“You were saying?” I held her up to my eyes.
“Sorry,” she snapped out of her trance, “That’s really… Um, I like that a lot.” She nodded enthusiastically.
“You like that I want to paint you into a smear?”
“I…” She merely nodded, but hesitantly.
“What? Do you or don’t you have a death wish?”
“It would. Be. Really pretty,” she hesitated, “Art. Like you said.” She was choosing her words very carefully.
“But?”
“But I think it would be really nice to die inside you instead.” She couldn’t meet my gaze anymore. She was blushing.
“What, you want my pussy to crush you? Drown in cum?” I let out a hollow laugh.
“No,” she shook her head, “In your stomach.”
She turned to look at me; her eyes were a strange mixture of sadness and sincerity. A single tear, almost too small to see, rolled down her cheek.
“I admit I hadn’t thought about that before now.”
“About… eating tinies?” Her confidence had all but evaporated.
“Yeah. It’s… different. I think I like it?” I said uncertainly, and her face lit up.
“I think it’s really special, to give yourself to someone in that way.”
“In what way?”
“Completely. Forever. E-Everything. Always.” She shook her head as she tried to articulate the enormity of what she was suggesting.
“Do you want to give yourself to me in that way?”
“I mean. I was hoping for at least a second date first.” She grinned.
I laughed again, and she joined me. There was a lot of tension in the air, and it felt good to disperse things. It wasn’t normal to talk about this stuff. Let alone the death. We shared a mutual nervous giggle, a sort of agreement that we could pretend it was all a joke. If we were just joking, we didn’t need to really think about it too hard. I didn’t need to think about how she would feel squirming in my throat. I didn’t need to think about her landing inside me, the walls of my body closing in. I didn’t need to think about how she’d dissolve. No need to imagine what her face would look like, half melted and twisted into terror.
She didn’t need to think about how she’d change her mind. How she’d beg and cry after it was too late. She didn’t need to think about how I’d laugh and touch myself while she screamed. How the acid would make her regret everything. As long as we were joking, she didn’t need to think of what to say to convince me to spare her. She didn’t need to wonder if I would even be able to hear her as she melted inside me.
There was a sharp tapping on the outside of the car. I snapped back to reality, and the visions of her boiling in my insides faded fast. It was a campus security guard; I could barely tell through the fogged glass. He was gently tapping with his flashlight. Without thinking, I quickly stashed Amy in my shirt. She dropped between my breasts with a cute yelp and disappeared. I was surprised with myself. I had reacted on instinct, hiding her like a vape pen in class. I turned the car key halfway in the ignition to power the windows before lowering the fogged glass. The car idly beeped as the security guard peered inside.
“You have to drive out or go to class.” He said curtly.
“Yep. I was leaving. Sorry.” I gave my best customer service smile.
I turned the engine over, and he walked away. He seemed suspicious of me but didn’t bother with more questions. I noticed Amy’s dress was still on my center console. I hoped he hadn’t seen it. Then again, what if he had? It’s not like I was picking up small women and stripping them in my car before devouring them as a pathetic little snack. It’s not like I was killing cute tinies for my pleasure. It’s not like Amy was going to disappear forever inside me.
I went to buckle myself in, but I realized the belt pressed against my breasts a little. Amy kicked at me a bit, squirming to try and reposition herself. I smiled, letting her struggle a bit. She was a little cold, poor thing. I realized she had basically drip-dried while we had our talk. I almost felt bad, but it felt right. It felt good. She was shivering and sticky while we talked about how she wants to die. It was art.
I rolled my window up and put the car in drive. We rolled forward as Amy pressed hard into my left tit with her feet. It was adorable. She shifted, and I heard her inhale sharply.
“You’re not allowed to suffocate in my tits,” I said as I drove away.
“Maybe,” She was taking deep heaving breaths, “After the second date.”
“Maybe if you survive till then.” I smirked, watching the road.
I turned out of the parking lot, and Amy let out a yelp as she slammed against my bra, nearly tumbling down my shirt. She was strong and agile, but it was surprising how easily she could be flung around.
“I’ll be fine, this thing has airbags!” She called up to me. I could practically hear her goofy smile.
“I’m headed to the park on fourth,” I said as I smiled and shook my head, “we’re going to talk some more. Hold on just a bit longer.”
She seemed to find a good spot, no longer sliding around down there. I wasn’t too worried about her, but she really was at the mercy of inertia. Her little hands and feet felt good. She was incredibly soft. I could almost feel her individual fingers and toes. She constantly shifted and bounced against my chest. I felt like maybe I needed to get a tiny-approved transport cage, but this felt like a lot more fun. Even still, I needed to be alert. I couldn’t afford any sudden stops or worse. We drove for only around five minutes, the park was very close.
I pulled into the parking lot, which was mostly empty. It looked like someone had parked near the trailhead. There were a few people running. This park didn’t have a tiny-accessible area, so there wasn’t much for us to do. It was secluded at least. We had a few hours until the park closed at sunset. I parked my car and turned off the engine.
“Amy, I had fun too,” I said with a sigh, staring straight ahead as the engine cooled.
“But?”
“But I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I could feel her looking up at me under my chin.
“I know you’re afraid of hurting me.” She leaned against my chest. My heart fluttered.
“I don’t think you really do.”
“I don’t want to die, and you don’t want to kill me. Simple.”
“That’s the thing. I think I do. I think about it all the fucking time.”
“I guess,” she hesitated, “I guess it’s the same for me, too.”
“So, you see? I’m not sure I can control myself around you. Or you, around me.” It was easier to have this conversation without looking at her. She was close but not in front of me. It was easier to break up that way. Were we even ever together? It had been a few hours tops.
“What if you tried? To control yourself, I mean.”
“I’ve tried trying that. It…” I trailed off. There was an uncomfortable silence.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to cry all over you again. It was bad. That’s all.”
“Tess you’re so very sweet. I really appreciate your care and I’m sorry something happened to you.”
“Nothing happened to me.”
“I understand.”
I just shook my head. It wasn’t her fault for not knowing. It wasn’t really fair for me to bring it up only to refuse to speak about it. I needed to just let it drop. She didn’t need to know.
“I’m sorry.” I offered.
“No, it’s OK. Look, I’m not going to force you to be in a relationship with me. I don’t need this. But I do want you really bad. I want there to be a better reason than not hurting me.”
“Killing you.” I corrected.
“I’m not so easy to dispatch.”
“Why do you need a reason?” I ignored her jest.
“Tess, I know that you appreciate how it feels to date people with these fantasies.”
She paused, waiting for me to reply. I continued to listen in silence. She wasn’t wrong.
“And,” she continued, “how impossible it is. I asked my last partner to bite me, and she was disgusted. She was even another tiny! People like you don’t come around often. If we’re not right for each other, then… so be it but fuck me if I’m not going to try everything.”
I paused to carefully collect my words. Everything in me wanted to give her everything she wanted. I wanted so badly to embrace her and say yes. It was so lonely watching tinies from afar. I was too terrible to get close. They should all be afraid. Horrified of me. This one wasn’t, for reasons that still eluded me. I didn’t want to let her go. The monster wanted her all to herself. I wanted to watch her die. I needed to get her away from me.
“You’re willing to risk getting killed by me? Just to be with me?”
“No. I’m willing to risk being killed for you.”
The ensuing silence was tense. I knew the implication. She saw my art in the same way. She saw her death as beautiful. Poetic. So long as it was for me. The monster was ravenous. She was drooling, reaching out from the darkness. Clawing at the back of my mind. I was letting her win, and it felt good. My heart pounded against Amy.
“We… Need to lay down some ground rules.” My voice was shaking.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
“I need to trust you’ll tell me when I need to stop.”
“I will.”
“No.” I shook my head and plunged my hand into my shirt.
I fished around for her, feeling her tense up at the sudden movement and pressure. My fingers snatched her from my breasts, and I held her torso between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped as I pulled her out into the colder air and held her in front of me.
“I need to see it on your face. I need to know you can.”
“Tell me how I can prove it.” She was as gravely serious as I was.
“I’ve seen you when I’m hurting you or when I’m about to. You love it. That’s fine. I do too… But I need to know your pleasure won’t override your survival instincts. I need to know you can tell me when to stop.”
“OK. I’ll tell you to stop. But, um, what about when you want me to tell you to stop, but I don’t really want it to stop just yet?”
“Like saying stop, but not really?”
“I want to… uh, still be able to. Scream. For you.” She was a little embarrassed.
“Oh. Y-yeah. That’s good.” My fingers tightened around her a little. The monster liked that. She really liked that.
“So, a different stop. A special stop that means I really mean it.”
“Okay,” my eyes flicked around the car, and I saw her yellow dress stained with ketchup, “how about ‘yellow’ for slow down and ‘red’ for stop?”
“And ‘green’ for floor it?!” She grinned wide.
“You’ll regret that one later,” I smirked, and she blushed. She was intoxicating. I wanted to inhale her until there was nothing left. The monster’s hands were on mine. Her lips were at the back of my neck.
“I can do those. I like them.”
“Me too. I think I’m ready to test you. Are you?”
“Floor it!” She giggled.
I raised my eyebrow and flashed a wicked smile. She kept giggling until I lifted her above me, craning my head upwards. My smile hung open slightly, giving her a little window through which to peer inside. I took over where her giggle died out, and she started to squirm. A happy kind of squirm, her hips bouncing in the air as I brought her to my lips. She was smiling, almost delirious with pleasure. I held her close enough to kiss her, and she reached out to touch my lips. I kept her at just far enough to avoid contact. My giggle stopped dead and my smirk turned grave.
“You asked for it,” I whispered with surprising malice.
Before she could react, she was descending. She squeaked a little as I lowered her as fast as I could without dropping her. My hand passed over the edge of the seat and down to the floorboard. I pulled my feet in and dropped her onto the rubber mat. She tried to right herself, always so fast to recover. But not fast enough. I moved my foot over her lower body. The rubber sole of my Converse made contact, pinning her prone. She looked up at me with the most delicious surprise.
“Ouch! Tess, you’re hurting me!”
“That doesn’t sound like ‘red’ to me.”
Her surprise and hurt changed to exhilaration. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled as she gripped the toe section of my shoe. She looked so pretty down there, my dirty and smudged shoe made for a lovely contrast to her beauty. Such a brutal instrument on such a gorgeous woman. Not a woman, I heard the monster say. A toy.
“Green.” She smiled for a moment before leaning back and trying to push me off. It was cute, in a pathetic sort of way.
“Good. I’m going to crush you now. And I’m going to touch myself. Do you think you can survive until I’m done?”
“This is fucked up! Please just let me go!”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Tess, please! I didn’t do anything!”
“That’s too bad,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants again, “your life will have been meaningless, then.”
I pressed down. Hard. She yelped, and her hips started to grind against the treads. The wind was knocked out of her, but she still wanted to pleasure herself. She was using the sole like a grinder. The little slut. The monster was the one talking now.
“Struggle for me. Get ready to die for me.” The monster had her prey.
“Ugh, Te-Ess!” She could barely speak.
It was too late. The monster was in control. We hadn’t realized the paradox behind the plan. The monster tricked me. If this was to be a test of her fortitude, I needed to be in control. This wasn’t a test for her; this was a test for me. I had already failed. The monster needed to see her dead. Splattered all over my car. I looked up. The park was empty. We were alone. Amy was going to die alone. I touched myself, moaning as I leaned back. I allowed my weight to press into her. The monster squeezed the air from her lungs. She could never say the magic words to stop us.
“It’s a beautiful day out. A fine day to die, don’t you think?”
She didn’t answer, only moaned and squirmed under me. A few squeaks escaped from under my foot. They were exquisite. There was nothing more to say. There was simply pleasure and pain. The monster would have its prize. I rocked my shoe back and forth over her, stifling her desperate screams. Her limbs flailed and beat against me. It was like a mini massage. The monster wanted more. I wanted more. We wanted to watch her die.
I plunged a finger inside my pussy, then another. My poor clit was a little too sensitive, and we needed more pressure. I flexed my leg, grinding Amy around as I fucked myself. She managed to let out a scream as I adjusted my position before she was trapped again. I used my left hand to touch my right breast, slipping under the bra to fondle my nipple. My back started to arch, and more weight pressed down onto Amy. She was in frantic spasms.
I moaned. This was it, I thought. This is what she wanted. This is what we all wanted. I rapidly pleasured myself over her, preparing for the final crescendo. I was going to watch her pop just like in my dreams. I was going to turn her into art. My legs rocked back and forth, my body tensed, and I balanced my toes on her. As my heel rose, I looked down and breathlessly watched her final moments. She was ready to die. Ready to break for me. We were ready to turn her into paste.
“red,” a tiny squeak of a word from below.
Everything washed away. I flexed my leg, then rotated my hip back. The monster lost her grip for a moment, locked in almost perfect ecstasy. I moved my foot off of her and slammed it back down just to the side of her before the waves of orgasm spasmed through me. My car rocked back and forth quickly, and I shrieked. I came hard, my muscles locked up, and the wind left my lungs. Amy lay under my arch, whole and breathing. Bruised but alive. Less than a centimeter from the kill zone under the ball of my foot. A strange, dreamy smile floated across her face. She watched me cum without moving, starfished on the rubber below me. The waves of pleasure subsided and I felt like I was going to collapse. She had done it. I had done it. We both passed. The monster was satisfied. For now.