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It was cold.
Rubbing his hands together, a young Hyur would attempt to warm himself up, bringing his hands forth to breath into them as well. It brought short, but welcomed, comfort. Emerald colored eyes looking about the inn room he was within. Heād feel his body shiver a bit, a small sniffle heard as he held back another sneeze. He was clad in a thick ārebelā red wine colored jacket of sorts, buttoned up fully, and the fur-collar held close to his neck and lower face.
His gloves helped to keep his hands from going numb, but even then he could still feel the cold. Heād remain standing as he shifted about - his well-worn somewhat baggy craftsmanās pants offering a bit of warmth as well. Only a little. He had tucked them into his almost knee high dark boots for extra comfort, ensuring they were laced up fully too.
Heād look around the small, one bed inn room, glancing to the distant lantern set out upon a nearby drawer; wishing to move closer, but dared not after how hot it had been before. The moonlight from the nearby window peeked through the half drawn curtains, further illuminating the furnishing. While everything was as one would expect from a room such as this; a rug on the wooden floor below, a nice cozy bed with thick blankets, a bell one could ring for service, and so on. . . there was one difference.
The somewhat pale skinned Hyur, known as Alric, with red hair and freckles sprinkled across his face, had a single problem.
Normally he stood just shy of six feet, but he was a bit shorter than that at the moment.
The man was only a few inches tall, sitting on top of the covers of the bed.
He had run across a monster, together with a fellow adventurer he viewed as his best friend, that had done something to him. It was unclear what the monster was, as no one had seen one quite like it in the local town they were staying at. Although, his friend had made sure he was being taken care of.
The sound of a key jiggling into a keyhole was heard, turning with a āclickā, before opening.
It amazed him, as such a simple thing was much louder to him. The clicking sounding more akin to a loud, higher pitched clanking of heavy steel on steel. As the door moved open, it reminded him of when one would raise or lower the castle wooden bridge. . .only from the side. A thought that caused him to snort as the door opened up briefly, allowing entrance to his best friend of over twenty years - her heavy footfalls easy to hear against the wooden floor below. It was a sight he was still not used to, and he felt his heart skip a beat when seeing her at the size she was - her back turned towards the door as she locked it. Zori, a name that often caused her to get into fights with other kids when she was younger. She had somewhat baby blue slit eyes, giving away to what clan she was born from. Alric had asked once when they were both young, and had received a rather angry glare; before she threw herself upon him and had started to pull his hair. He never asked why again after that.
Once more, the sound of heavy steel clicking against one another was heard, as the door was locked. A sigh would be heard from her, shifting about to reach up and lightly scratch at the back of her long hair - colored mostly black, with streaks of honey-brown hair shifting about in her wake. She seemed so far away, yet Alric knew the distance from the bed and the door was only a dozen feet or so. Yet to him, it was as open and wide as some of the great plains he had come across during his travels with Zori. She had already taken off her gloves, as while it was cold for him due to his size, it wasnāt as nearly as cold at all to Zori at her current height.
Zori was a Miqoāte roughly the same height as Alric, if not maybe an inch or so shorter. Though as it stood now, Alric knew that was no longer the case - given he was only as tall as her ankle. . . Or so he estimated, given when she had plucked him from the ground and carried him to safety just a few short hours ago. She had been off in the tavern nearby, gathering information. . .and now was tired, due to the lateness of the hour. It was easily heard in her footsteps as she crossed the room. Though to Alric it was anything, but quiet.
Each step she took sent a palpable thrum through the room, reminding him sharply of distant thunder during a storm, rolling closer with each weary footfall. What would have no doubt taken him ages to traverse, she was crossing in mere seconds with each step she took. Her dark falconer boots were a bit loosened up, as she would stop briefly to bend one leg up behind her to fiddle with them; as she made her way towards the bed. Her fingernails lightly scratched against the lower sunkissed legs that were exposed, due to her baggy brown pants that stopped roughly at her calves. Her loam-brown colored jacket, matching her pants, already taken off and wrapped around her middle.
Watching his companion stow away her discarded gloves in her pockets as she crossed the room towards him, the adventurer suddenly became aware of his rather unusual predicament with a sudden start.
That distant, almost vacant, look on that face of hers.
It was one she always wore when she was getting ready for bed. The selfsame look when she clearly had stopped paying attention, distracted as she was by her goal of eventual slumber. It was something he had known since childhood, having seen her stumble her way into objects and people without intending to.
While this normally wasnāt a problem, and something he often teased her for and found a bit cute. . .she was coming right towards him on the bed, and -not- looking at where she had left him!
Alric would at once find himself getting up to move, as the thunder of her footsteps drew closer - betraying the rapid approach of the massive woman he called his best friend and her intent to sit down on the bed. As she drew closer, he could feel the bed trembling ever so slightly. While to most it wouldnāt really be anything worth noticing, due to how close she was getting and how small he was. . .it was akin to an earthquake about to take place. A yawn would slip from between her lips, with her being right next to the bed the yawn was -felt- by him! It was mind boggling,and it sent a shiver down his spine despite the distance between the two of them. At his size, he was learning that things that would otherwise be nothing of note, was something that called for his every attention.
All because a young woman had decided to cross the room, while yawning, and moving to sit on the bed.
As she turned to sit down, Alric had already cleared a good distance - avoiding the rear end of his friend with a good amount of space between them. Well, at least in his estimation. The bed began to yield, and he felt himself suddenly on slanted ground; as if the very land itself was yielding to her simple action of sitting down - tail swishing in a lazily tired manner behind her. Her body cast a long shadow across him, the distant lantern turning her already large shadow into an enveloping darkness over him. He found himself slipping towards her upper thigh once she had finally come to rest, and he frantically scrambled to get a grip on the bed sheet to stop his ādescentā towards his friend's body.
It was then he heard her shifting rather loudly from above, before he felt the already dim area around him growing even. . .darker? He was confused for a moment, before sensing the sudden presence of something rushing down towards him from above. Looking skyward, heād spot his friend's face - her eyes half-close with weariness; she seemed so far above him at his new size, almost like a moving building - larger than any beast they had ever seen or dealt with.
Her visage, however, was soon blotted out by a sudden looming obstacle, approaching rapidly towards him from above.
It was Zoriās hand, fingers slightly curled in a relaxed manner heading right for him.
The young man would find himself speaking at long last, attempting to shout at her.
āZ--Zori! Iām down āere! Wait a sec--ā
Then, his entire world was consumed by warmth, trapped as he was between the scratchy inn sheets and the pressure of her hand enveloping his senses.
Heād squeeze his eyes shut, fearing he was about to be crushed. Yet, it didnāt come - or at least, not as he feared it would. Yet. . .
His world had gone dark, as he cracked his eyes open to see what had become of his fate, his friend's hand now making up the entire sky above him. Lightly pressing into him. He didnāt quite feel cold anymore, enveloped as he was in the warmth of her hand - though already he could feel it slowly ebbing away after the removal of her gloves. He found his heart beating a thousand malms a second, staring up at the hand that was over him and lightly touching him. Then, he heard a loud almost ripping sound - as if something was attempting to cut through a thick cloth with a dull blade. Turning his head, he could see that her fingers were curling under her hand slightly, brushing against and coiling under him.
His world was suddenly a jumble, unable to tell up from down for a moment as he felt her fingers barrel into him. He was thankful she took care of her nails, as while they were there - they didnāt cut into him. Her fingers would scoop up her friend, unaware of what effects she was having on his world, before settling for a bit. He was caught between the slight bend of her fingers, and the palm of her hand. It was akin to feeling someone hugging him. . .if not a little roughly and tight! He was able to breath, as his face was pressed against the wrinkles of her hand - only barely able to see.
He had never noticed before, but from up close he was suddenly able to tell she took great care of her hands - despite the fact that she was a fighter that used her body as her own weapon. At times sheād chosen to wield weapons, of the types that fistfighters usually preferred, but more often than naught she enjoyed her own strength and went without. She was strong. Stronger than any other person he knew personally. At normal size, they would often rough house for fun when bickering, with her able to easily subdue him. Yet, as it stood now? She was beyond powerful, and had full control of his world.
All without her noticing a single bit of it.
Then, sheād squeeze her hand somewhat. Her fingers shifting about, lightly rubbing against her hand - and Alric in turn.
He felt his body being rubbed up and down, across his entire form - as both her fingers and the palm of her hand had their way with him. Heād shift about now and then, sometimes able to peek out into the rest of the āworldā again, when he was shifted between her fingers. His head raised to the surface for air, noting the tired face of her friend who was looking towards the curtains - seeming to be in her own little world.
āZori! ZORI! Iām down āere! āEeeey! āEEEEY!ā Alric would shout towards her, yet no response was given, save for the shift of her hand and fingers - forcing him back under the sea of flesh he was trapped in. Her fingers playing across his shrunken form, rubbing and lightly scratching at him now and then. He had gotten a bit scared when seeing her nails coming, yet as they did. . .they didnāt hurt, nor cut into him. Confused thoughts raced through his mind despite his predicament, some rational part of his mind wondering if maybe he was more durable due to the spell from the monster that had done this to him. He wasnāt sure, but was thankful either way!
Sheād do this for a time, almost as if she was playing with him without noticing it herself. Maybe a small part of her did feel him? If that was the case, she didnāt seem to notice it at all herself fully. No doubt due to being tired. Heād find himself shifting and being played with, slipping between her fingers right to the base where heād be caught once again against the upper palm of her hand. Other times the tip of her fingers would rub against him, playing across his face and the rest of his body. He felt almost akin to the air being knocked out of him, whenever her thumb āfoundā him - pressing a bit more roughly and firmly against him.
Then for a few brief moments, sheād squeeze a bit harder than before - as she let loose another yawn - a sensation he heard and felt through her rather than saw. He could feel it emitting from her body, and the sound itself lending to him the sense of an approaching storm about to start! He heard another torrential sounding exhale far above him as she sighed, shortly before his world started to shift about. Trapped between her curled fingers and the palm of her hand, as she started to raise her hand.
He had flown on airships before, the sense of lifting off and moving into the air was something that had excited him; each time they were lucky enough to board one. Zori would tend to enjoy it as well, getting happy whenever lift off happens. Only this time, he felt himself moving much faster than an airship would. It was that same fluttery sensation of lift off within his stomach, only much greater. He found himself flattened against the palm of her hand, as she raised it upward - a breathless little scream escaping him. Yet, even as he was brought closer towards her face - sheād not hear him; weary and distracted as his companion was.
Heād watch as her legs vanished. Soon her black tank-top like shirt would rush by as well, hanging somewhat loosely about her rather well built form. She wasnāt what one would call ābuffā, but she was very much in shape - with her muscles easily seen when moving about. A fact she was rather proud about, as she enjoyed keeping in shape. . .and Alric had noticed she did enjoy the attention secretly now and then. He had sometimes given her a shoulder rub when she was down or did something āworthyā of it, and had noticed she had enjoyed it.
He would soon pass her ample chest, and find her face closer to him than ever before. She was still looking away, with half-lidded eyes a strikingly beautiful shade of blue. For a moment her hand would settle for some reason, and heād have a clear view of her face. The markings under her eyes and cheeks were easy to see, as one would expect from one of her race and clan. Her eyelashes stood out for once, as the young man had never really taken notice of them before - having found every detail of her face enhanced due to the size and how close he was to it.
He could easily see the small scar that was on the upper bridge of her nose, given to her at an early age. It was something she wore with pride, and often told playful tellings of how she got it - each one more longer and detailed than the last. Her lips were slightly parted, causing him to look at them as they shifted slightly. Her teeth, well taken care of, were only briefly viewable past her lips, before his world was shifting again. . .and he saw the reason why approaching rather quickly.
Her other hand was closing in, fingers slightly bent and palm coming right towards him.
āZOR--ā Again, he was cut off as his world became darkness and his entire view became a flesh colored prison within Zoriās palms and fingers.
It was more rough than before, and he immediately knew why; Zori was rubbing her hands together for warmth. A trait she, and many others, often did when cold. Her palms would be on either side of him, rubbing and grinding away at him. Warmth suddenly kindled around him at the sudden friction, her skin rubbing against the shrunken form of her closest friend. The wrinkles from her palms pressed against his entire form; as her hands curled into semi-fists against one another, as well as the Hyur in the palm of her hand.
It wasnāt long before he felt himself being thrown about, and then all ten of her fingers were playing with him; as if eager to have their way with him as well. He didnāt even quite know what was going on. Brief flashes of light were seen, as he was slipping between the roughly caressing digits, glimpses of the woman's tired features now and again - her eyes still unfocused and not seeming to take note of him. Her ears drooped languidly, another unmistakable sign of her exhaustion.
With both of her hands having their way with her best friend, Alric was completely at Zoriās mercy, unable to fight back against her attentions. Heād be crushed at times between both of her thumbs, feeling his oddly durable body yielding ever so slightly to them - while other times he was played with by her index fingers. Heād find himself slipping between her fingers whenever she rubbed her palm across the back of one of her hands. Feeling the surface of her hands almost all over. Strong, yet strikingly soft, A clear indication of the pains she went through to care for her hands, despite the violence she sometimes took part in.
The monk continued warming her hands up, her eyes finally turning towards them as she cupped them just beneath the towering edifice of her face. Alric was at long last able to catch a short break, a faint hue of red to his cheeks from the warmth and what just happened - laying on his back between both of her hands. He was centered right at the edge of her palms, those massive fingers as thick as a great oak tree curled slightly. He could hear it all, the shifting of her skin as she rubbed her hands against one another.
He was acutely aware of the sound of her breathing, as he felt her warm exhale washing over him. It blew his red hair about wildly, disheveling the young man even further. With his proximity to her face, those slightly parted lips hovering feet above him, each exhale buffeted at him gently like a strong wind. He gathered himself to yell again, but paused suddenly when he saw her looking at her hands. For a moment, he almost felt as if she was looking right at him. Any other day heād pay it no mind, yet now?
Those gigantic blue slitted eyes of hers reminded him of the sky on a sunny day, clear and with not a single cloud seen above. His heart leapt into his throat, staring. . .unaware that this was the calm before the storm.
Her hands folded slightly inwards, cupping themselves against each other. Her fingers pressed against the sides of one another, as it slowly dawned on him what she was about to do. She was making the gesture one made when scoping up water to take a drink from it within their hands. However, given there was no water. . .and she was cold. . .oh.
Oh dear.
Her face slowly rushed towards him, those beautiful sleep hazed baby blues never even noting his presence. Her hands curled about her lower face and nose, the sudden sound and sensation of something large rushing forth heard as she brought her hands up to her face. . .to provide them more warmth by slowly breathing into them.
His back was against her hands, staring in awe and a bit of fear, when he saw her mouth start to open wider than before. Trapped between her hands and lower face, all he could see of her face was her chin, some of her cheeks, her nose. . .and the dark chasm that was her mouth as it opened up before him.
As she exhaled, everything from his hair to clothing was blown about in the torrential wake of her breath, pressuring Alric somewhat back into her cupped hands. He squinted his eyes partially shut against the wind washing against his face, unable to keep them entirely open against the overwhelming pressure brought to bear against him. Through his cracked lids, he could see those lips of hers, each one seeming bigger than he was. Was he shrinking more, or was it due to being so close to her he was just feeling smaller than he already was, that is. Her white teeth were easily seen now, each one the size of a boulder if not more. Her canines were easy to notice, even if they wouldnāt be at normal size. Did she have a bit of Moon mixed into her after all?
With each breath she exhaled, Alric found his entire body warming up more quickly than any fire could hope to provide. Her tongue hanging loosely in her mouth, twitching somewhat every so often. He was suddenly, almost absurdly, aware that. . .he could easily fit within Zoriās mouth. His childhood friend was so big, she had become his entire world for a moment in time. It was a bit dark and hard to see, but he could see enough to become aware of how tiny he was now before her maw.
Again and again sheād breath āsoftlyā into her hand. Warming them up over time, along with Alric too without knowing it still. Sometimes her fingers would shift and curl a bit more, cupping her hands as he found her fingers lazily playing with him again. Her thumbs were a little more gentle than before, but the pressure would slowly increase over time.
It was then he noticed her scent, both from her body and breath. It wasnāt bad at all, as she had clearly taken a shower earlier; however he could sense the traces of her natural scent about him due to being rubbed so much. Along with her warming up--was that some sort of cocoa of sorts? Peppermint?! She must have had something warm to drink before coming back to the room for the night.
The intoxicating mixture of scents oddly enough caused his entire body to relax, it was familiar, and not in the least bit unpleasant. For a moment or two he felt himself begin to doze and his mind to shift into a languid haze, thanks in part to her thumbs becoming more gentle with their rubbing and grinding. Her warmth wrapped around him like a comforting blanket of sorts, coupled with the astonishment of experiencing everything from his new, much diminished point of view was making him light-headed. Each time she breathed on him, or teased his form between her caressing fingertips, every time she ran the soft wrinkles of her palms against his form, he found himself sinking further and further into a stupor, blackness encroaching around the edges of his vision. With an almost detached sort of lucidity, he realized he was starting to black out, and in a vain effort heād try to call her name out once more, before at last giving in. . . .
It was oddly silent.
He found himself becoming aware again, warm, but a slight cold breeze sent a wave of gooseflesh down his spine. Every now and then there was a small bit of warm air greeting him.
His eyes started to open.
He was in her hands, but looking up heād see her face close to her hands.
With those eyes, the color of the sky, staring directly at him. Only this time, they were not as closed as before. They were more alert, still tired, but peering at him in the squinted manner of one trying to read fine print.
Then, heād hear her voice - a palpable thrum felt deep in his bones as it swept over him. Yet it was stated in a low tone whisper; the slightly slurred sound of one still drowsy after a long day.
ā. . .Alric?ā Zori would question the being within her grasp, hands still cupped as they had been before, only to at long last notice something āoffā. Her breath washed over him once more, a curious and unsure tone to her voice.
Alric was attempting to gather himself, reaching up to give a light wave to her - as if making sure he had her attention. Yet when trying to speak, he found himself hard pressed to do so; still recovering from his brief foray into unconsciousness.
His gigantic friend would stare down at him. As if her brain was struggling and failing to figure out what was going on. Sheād keep staring for a moment, before the giantess would speak once more - a bit softer than before; as it dawned on him how loud she might be for him.
āSorry, I'm a bit tired. . .whatever the reason, I think itās time we got to bed, hmm?ā Sheād note to him, clearly wanting to figure out how and why he had gotten there - but she was tired. . .and after noting he was alive, that was good enough for her. The green eyed man would merely nod, unaware if she could see it or not, due to both her size and it was a bit dark in the room; save for the light from the lantern and moonlight peeking in through the gauzy curtains still.
Even with her voice lowered, it was still somewhat astounding to him; commanding his every attention to each word that spilled forth from her lips.
āWeāll figure out what to do tomorrow, alright? Iām done with today. . .ā She paused, turning her head away a bit. . .but her eyes would return to focus down at him all of a sudden, a tired, yet playfully teasing expression on her features. One side of her lips curling upward, her eyes lowering a bit as she gave him a side look.
āIf youāre ever so cold that you felt the need to do this again, you can just tell me~ā The Miqoāte said in a semi-playful tone, her lips parting to expose her teeth, in a suggestively smug little grin. She had not been aware of him within her grasp before, but it had felt. . .nice. Sheād stare at his small form curiously, as heād make an arm waving gesture. The type heād often do, when telling her to go away - and a giggle slipped out of her. Her warm breath once more washed over him, and as he felt himself that little rumbling jolt of her laughter pass through him, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit too.
Tired, warmed up, and feeling. . .oddly safe with the mammoth of a woman that was Zori. Heād find himself tuckered out as well after the long and unusual day, along with what had happened within the span of just a few short minutes.
Zori looked about the room for a moment. . .before gaining an idea.
She had a good place for him to rest, that would be safe and sound.
Or so she thought.
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Word Count: 2811
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
The sound of shifting was heard, as Alric found himself looking up at Zori. A small frown seen across his features. He was much further down the bed this time, already starting to feel the chill. The large Miqoāte was sitting on the bed some ways away from him, bent over and untying her boots. Every shift and subtle movement of the woman caused the bed to creak and groan, like the timbers of a large ship. Or so it seemed to him.
There was no danger of it giving way beneath her. Alric, however, still found himself in awe. With every gesture, Zori seemed to cause a slight āchangeā or ārippleā. At least in Alricās world she did. Anytime he tried to look elsewhere, Zori did something that almost seemed to demand his attention; without her noticing it.
This time though, unlike the night before, he had some more time to take it in. He thought to himself, as she would drop her boots to the floor. Twin booming thuds heard in the distance, as the discarded articles impacted on the cool stone floor..
Sheās more than a handful now. Still, seems like she was out there for a long time. Shouldnāt really give her too much grief. . .
As the red haired youth contemplated these things, Zori abruptly spoke to him, eliciting a startled twitch from the man. It was obvious she was keeping her voice intentionally low for his benefit, but it was still something he heard. Loud and clear. For a brief moment, he wondered if this was how some of the heroes felt in stories. A goddess echoing from the heavens above, decreeing something onto them.
āWant me to warm you up, before bed there, buddāeh?~ā Zori asked, a tired yet somewhat smug look on her face. A raised hand was seen, casually wiggling and bending her fingers in his direction. The sound of them rubbing against each other clearly audible to the diminutive man.
Yeah, this was anything, but a tale - of a hero and goddess.
A snort would escape him, though it was heard not by Zori. As the massive woman kept speaking.
āItās hard to hear you, but Iām going to pick you up, ok? Now, hold still. . .ā
The simple act of reaching for him was far different, from his point of view.
Alric felt himself take a step back out of reflex. Something any sane person would do, when five mammoth digits were stretching out towards oneself. Her thumb and index finger would come closing in. Their size became larger and larger, the closer they got. It was hard to tell if his size was shifting or not. Were they always that big, back when she had been breathing into her hands?
Things always seemed to happen so quickly. Her fingers lightly pinched him. Even then, it felt a bit rough. There was warmth once again, and butterflies in his stomach for a time. Then, he found himself being moved through the air. A shout emitting from him, that didnāt seem to be heard by the giant Miqoāte. His hands gripping her massive index finger, holding on for dear life. Her finger felt only a little rough, yet still soft.
Twelve be--donāt think Iām going to get use to this!
Soon, heād be placed at the foot of the bed. With Zori looking down at him after pulling her hand away. Checking on him for a moment. āYou alright there, buddāeh?ā The landscape that was his friend asked, as heād get up after she let go. Heād jump up and down. He figured she could see that, right?
ā. . .I think I see you moving? Well, you should be good! Ya made of tough stuff. Gotta be, with a friend like me~ā Zori declared, a light giggle emitting from her - that was heard loud and clear; across the massive space that was their bed.
He wasnāt prepared for her body shifting all of a sudden, as she brought the rest of herself to lay upon the bed.
Alric found himself bouncing up into the air for a few seconds, as the woman settled herself on the bed. It was then Alric noticed where he was, as two rather large pillars of light brown were on either side of him; at the foot of the bed. Her lower calves exposed . . .and two gigantic feet to his left and right. He could tell, while she had showered earlier, she had worn her boots again for a time afterwards. As such there was another scent under the smell of soap, not altogether unpleasant amidst the warmth emitting from Zoriās feet and lower legs.
It was somewhat alluring in fact. . .
āI tucked in the sides of the sheet so you wonāt fall off, safer on that end rather than up here!ā Zori expressed, gesturing towards where her pillow was. Seeming to be malms away from him, but he knew it wasnāt THAT far.
Right?
The black and honey-brown haired woman was sitting on her rear end. Heels resting lightly beside him. Moving her somewhat broad feet closer to him; as he was between both. Sun kissed toes pointed up at an angle, as sheād purposefully flexed them about; on full display, for her shrunken childhood friend.
He could hear her toes rubbing against one another. See the wrinkles on the soles of her feet, whenever she flexed them. A few times theyād spread apart, before relaxing again.
āAnyways, I made sure to take a shower. Sooo you shouldnāt be in any real danger with these. Be nice to have company with them~ā That playful tone was there, tired as she was, she couldnāt help teasing him still. Maybe she knew he was checking them out. Could be that she was being her normal, playful self by pure chance.
He had given her foot massages in the past, just as he had given her back rubs too. Mostly when she really needed it. She had made it no secret she enjoyed it too. Always the type to sit back and relax, whenever it could be afforded.
The green eyed Hyur would forget himself for a moment, staring at her feet. It was unclear if she knew how much of an effect she was having on her tiny companion. Sheād not say anything for a time, as she kept giving him a āshowā. The way she looked at him made it even more unclear. Her slitted eyes, same color as the sky, not once looking away from him. Half closed. An amused smirk plainly seen on her lips.
Her feet would rock lazily, from side to side. It was rather hypnotic, as sheād slowly wiggle her toes. The motion caused him to almost fall over.
However, the longer it went on, the more Alric was noticing he didnāt want to look away. For a brief time, his mind would wonder how itād feel to be between the soles of her feet. Or with a toe on either side of him, wiggling freely without care.
Heavens take me if she knew. Sheād hold it over me, for the rest of my days.
The tired coy expression on her face would cease, as she closed her eyes. Another yawn erupting from her. He felt his body trembling to a degree, just from the sound alone. As he āfeltā her yawn reach him from where he was on the bed. Drawing his attention away from her toes. Looking towards her face. So far away, and high above him. Unaware that what felt like forever, had only been a few playful seconds of teasing in reality.
āAlright, going to hit the hay. . .see you in the morninā buddāeh, after the chocobos start screeching. . .ā
Before Alric could say or do anything, sheād grab the covers and brought it over hers and Alricās forms. Heād watch as the blanket was akin to the sky, blocking out both the moonlight and the light from the lantern nearby. Heād hear more loud shuffling, coupled with air rushing by him. It dawned on him why, as while he couldnāt see? He could sense Zoriās foot had shifted forward and closer to him.
He found himself tumbling about a bit, before the gigantic monk settled herself into bed right. . .and it wasnāt long before he heard the faint sounds of snoozing from her. The āgreat shiftingā was over.
Canāt see a thing. . .
Heād fiddle for a trinket, hoping it had been shrunken with him. It was difficult, plunged into darkness, the only sound the muffled creaking of the timbers beneath his friendās sleeping form as she shifted for comfort. But eventually he found it. The item was something he had won, a stone that could bring light to a small area around oneself.
Muttering a few words under his breath, the small palm sized crystal would give birth to a pale shimmer of soft light. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he hooked it to the side of his belt and slowly counted down under his breath. Once heād reached ten, he slowly opened them and allowed them to adjust to the wan light illuminating his surroundings.
There it is! Alright, letās see what. . .weāre. . .oh. . .oh.
The only thing he could see was the bed covers he was standing upon. . .
Darkness that loomed high above him, in the form of the sheet Zori had brought over them earlier. . .
And two massive pillars, stretching out and away from the small circle of illumination into the encroaching darkness itself. Straining his eyes, he could only -just- make out the dim form of the shorts sheād worn to bed further along the sunkissed pillars. Past her knee, and the rumpled fabric however, his eyes failed him entirely and the world gave way entirely to darkness His entire world was just her well built lower legs, and her feet. Each one so much bigger than him.
It seemed while settling in, Zori had shifted onto her stomach. Her heels now towering above him, while the top of her toes were resting against the bed cover. The wrinkles on the soles of her feet standing out more than ever.
Heād see them shift ever so slightly, toes curling and flexing. The sound of them rubbing against each other. He found himself staring. The shrunken Hyur, all alone, with only his Miqoāte companionās feet to keep him company. That faint sense of butterflies returned unbidden to the pit of his stomach as he edged closer to them. Watching in the dimness of the cloth cavern as they scrunched up, and then relaxed. As he watched her movements, once again awed by the sheer enormity of the movements and size, he was able to detect a pattern to it all, it seemed to almost have a rhythm to it.
He didnāt know when, but eventually he found himself standing right by her five digits. Had he zoned out and walked closer to them? With every movement from them, he could -feel- the force behind each one.
For a moment he forgot to breath, he was so close he could reach out and touch--
Then, Zori shifted and rolled slightly in her sleep; her foot surging towards Alric.
Enormous toes barreled into him, as he found himself falling face first into the underside of them. They were as big as him. Maybe even bigger, he couldnāt quite tell in the chaos. He was assaulted by a violent wriggling of the Miqoāte womanās fit flesh, as Zoriās toes seemed to notice him. He could hear ālightā snores in the distance. Muffled by the blanket. It appeared while she was asleep still, her toes were aware of him. As theyād soon start to play with him.
And he didnāt have any say in the matter.
Heād find himself with his face buried in her tan colored flesh. Face down, against the underside of her toes. Her foot remained where it was, the top part of the foot resting against the sheets, while the sole was fully exposed towards the sky. The mild scent of having worn boots earlier, her natural odor. . .and the faint sense of sweat. All mixed into one. Those five toes of hers would shift and rub against him. Flexing, then crunching him between them and the ball of her foot. It was rougher than when she had held him within her hands.
He felt his body bend and yield to them, wincing in mild discomfort but unharmed. Mostly.
Really Zori?! I swear--
His thoughts were cut off. As her toes would continue to dominate his shrunken form without care. Heād try to breathe, but found himself with a mouthful of her flesh instead. Attempting to turn away, but no matter where he seemed to turn, her toes were all around him. Squeezing him. . .hugging him almost. As if happy he was their plaything. All of this going blissfully unnoticed by the sleeping Miqoāte, as she continued torturing her childhood friend.
He was squeezed vigorously, over and over again, the air becoming more humid as time went on. The monkās feet, which had been cool from the brief bit of exposure, started to warm up from being under the covers. Along with what they were doing to Alric. The crystalās light from his belt gave him an idea of where he was. Caught between the underside of her toes, and the ball of her foot. Her foot in the same position, as it was before.
For a moment, theyād stop their attack on him. Alric would find himself trying to get some fresh air. Only to find it wasnāt quite as fresh, as her natural scent became more and more pronounced in the enclosed space..
It didnāt smell bad. A hint of leather from being inside her boots, along with her bodyās natural scent. The shower she had taken earlier helped. Still, no matter what he did, it seemed whatever she did had become his world. From the very air he was breathing, to the toes he was resting upon that were playing with him, and his view as well. Looking up at the sole of her foot, as itād flex and shifted about whenever her toes clenched at him.
The red haired man found himself resting between her second and third toe. Face buried deep within her flesh, becoming dizzy once more. Her warmth getting to him, as were the smells. His eyes started to close. . .
Only to find Zoriās digits acting up again, squeezing his head between two of them. Eyes opening wide, a small āOOFā heard from him! At times he felt like his head was going to cave in, due to the pressure Zori was applying to him.. Or heād be popped. Yet, itād hold. Then, her toes would spread apart, causing his entire body to slip between them. Although, this time he felt something give way; as her toes caught him mid way. Her third and fourth toe clenched up, as he was thrusted between them.
There was a brief moment of pain, before a loud POP was heard from his body, followed by a flood of relief. Unknowingly, she had popped his back with her toes alone. His half bent body seemed to be at the perfect angle for doing so. Zoriās scrunching toes were squeezing Alricās body more.
As if enjoying what they had just done, her toes would clench him tight. Another few pops heard from Alricās body, as the pressure kept increasing. She wouldnāt let up this time, and he would find the Miqoāte toes pressing him harshly against the ball of her foot. His bones creaked in protest, as he found himself letting out a groan. A mixture of pain and pleasure. It was like a full body massage at this point, odd it may be, as Zori kept crushing him between her toes.
Like before, he was starting to see spots. For the second time that night.
Dang it, not again. . .blast it Zori. . .
As time went on, he found himself passing out. From both her toes vigorously crushing him between them, and the natural odor from her, just slightly, sweaty feet. He was attempting to gather himself back up, but his recovery was short lived; as the monk's toes kept playing with him. Itād be as if he was being traded across them, slipping between each of her toes. Fading in and out, and before long, would find himself passing out. Due to her actions and how tired he was. . .
Unknown to him, even in her sleep, unaware of what she was doing. . .a smile stretched across Zoriās lips. No doubt having some nice dreams, as sheād every so often squeeze and scrunch her toes. She was blissfully unaware of the effects it was having on her shrunken friend, trapped between her toes as he was.
And so the night went on, The Miqoāte slumbering peacefully. and ever so often wiggling and clenching her toes while sleeping. . .
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 3
Word Count: 3151
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Alric looked at the Miqoāte across from him at the table, watching her as she devoured a plate of smoked meat before her. It had been a somewhat costly dish, but one Alric had bought with only a touch of resistance. She had taken a rough tumble down the side of a cliff the other day. Since she was still recovering, and seemed to be a bit under the weather; he decided to treat her.
He had enjoyed seeing her eyes brighten up. How her ears stood at attention with glee, along with a thankful grin aimed in his direction. As she finished another mouth full, she looked back up at him with a small piece of chicken stuck to her chin.
He tilted his head, amused, reaching up to make a motion towards his face in the same spot the chicken was. She frowned and at once touched the wrong side. Alricās amused expression became a grin, making yet another scratching motion at the same spot. ā. . .right here.ā The Hyur noted to her.
Her ears lowered, as she slowly moved her hand to feel at the other side. With a brief glance at Alric, she quickly plucked it off and consumed that as well. The red hair man rolled his eyes. As he spoke once more.
āFeeling better? I will admit, I was getting a tad bit worried there. No prying my arm out of my socket for attention. . .no endless whining. . .was rather nice actually. . .ā
Zori merely rolled her sky blue eyes, swallowing before speaking. A faintly annoyed tone in her voice when she spoke.
āYeah, yeah! I bet it was nice for ya. Jerk.ā A frown seen on her lips, but there was no real hurt behind it. Often the two teased each other. A habit that dated back to their time as children together.
Then, itād melt away into an honest smile. ā. . .thank you.ā Zori stated softly, with Alric shaking his head. Replying in turn.
āYou need your strength. . .besides, I had the extra gil. Donāt concern yourself about it, just partake and enjoy. Alright?ā He said back to her, his emerald eyes looking back into her own. The two staring at one another, no words spoken for a bit. Her hand reached out across the table, with Alric already meeting her half way with his.
They were close friends. Their hands lightly clasping one another. Adventurers, that were exploring the world, and all the wonders in it. . .
Reaching up with a free hand, sheād brush away a smidge of her black and honey-brown hair. Her lips parting as she spoke--
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There was pressure. A sudden spike of fear, as Alric came to his senses.
The memory within his dream vanished quickly. He found himself lost and confused for a moment. As his eyes opened, attempting to adjust to the darkness he was in. . .heād see the faint outline of something.
Where was--
Then, it all came flooding back to him; as the five large digits he was laying in gave him another squeeze. The pressure explained at once, but it was nowhere near as rough as last night. He had fallen asleep across Zoriās warm and welcoming toes. His head resting against the underside of her big toe. His midsection laying upon her second toe, with his lower half against her third. His feet were just brushing against the fourth toe.
It had happened again. The giant Miqoāte toes gave him a ālightā squeeze. It was still a bit rough at his size, but was a welcome relief from the harsh squeezing of last night. Heād find his face pressed against the ball of her foot when she did, not fighting it for now.
For a moment, heād just. . .enjoy it. The warmth. . .her scent. . .the odd sense of feeling secure along the underside of her toes. Her foot was still in the same position as last night; sole facing the sky. With the top of her foot resting against the cover of the bed.
When younger, the two often cuddled or slept over at each otherās places.
As they grew older, it was more rare. Though, every now and then, during a cold or stormy night; theyād share a sheet. Huddled up for warmth, as theyād found comfort within the arms of one another..
Alric remained where he was. Able to see the faint outlines of the foot he was on. Along with her legs, and the other foot that was nearby. The crystal attached to his belt was no longer illuminating his surroundings. The magic had been spent and needed time to recharge.
He reached up for the ball of her foot. His fingertips lightly rubbing at her skin, still in disbelief at what happened the other day. Spreading his fingers apart as his palm pressed against it too.
In response, her toes shifted. A subtle clenching of them against the ball of her foot. Almost as if welcoming his touch, without her even aware of it.
He could still hear her snoring in the distance. A subaudible rumble like distant thunder..
He found himself yawning, finding it hard to move. The scent of one he trusted coupled with the warmth enveloping him like a blanket, made it hard for him to find the strength to stir himself and get active. He was rather glad she took the time to put lotion on her feet often. Making sure to take care of them.
Yet, now, it was making him not want to leave them. Finding comfort in the warm soft flesh, as it yielded to him slightly.
However . . . In the end, heād move to sit up with a groggy sounding little groan. Reaching up to rub at his eyes. He had to wake up and move. He felt his stomach make a sound, demanding food. He recalled there was a small basket of apples. By the lantern that sat upon the drawer near the bed.
Itād take a few attempts, but soon the midlander found the strength to escape her toes. Rolling off towards the tips of them, and onto the bed below. Reaching up, heād give her middle toe a friendly pat. Figuring no matter what he did, unless by her ear, he couldnāt wake her up. Then, heād start the journey from the foot of the bed, and head north.
Soon after he did, heād almost find her foot barreling into him; missing by inches. As her form shifted, moving from laying on her front to laying on her side. The bed creaked and groaned, once again reminding him sharply of the timbers of a large ship, settling amidst the gently rolling waves.
Alric could see a little more once his best friend had settled. There was a bit of light peeking in from a gap in the blanket ahead, where it had shifted up closer towards her head. Her breathing still light, appearing to be asleep still.
As he traveled forth, heād be able to see her a bit more due to the light. . .and was in awe of her size. A hand reaching up to lightly trace across the surface of her sun-kissed ankle, walking beside her body. He knew if he scaled her and she woke up, sheād tease him for the rest of his days. Thus, heād walk alongside the titanic form of his best friend.
It was dawning on him how much of a walk itād be, given his size. Taking in the sights as he did. The blanket she had thrown over herself far above him. With light pouring in from the open part of the blanket ahead. Acting akin to a sunrise.
Heād take in the sight of her well formed lower legs, toned due to years of training. It was rather shocking, how large they were at his current size. Taking a moment, heād reach out towards her lower thigh. A hand soon pressing against it, her warmth and movement easy to be felt through her somewhat long shorts. Heād keep going still. Walking further down the bed.
Zori was akin to a living, breathing, landscape. Her size astounded him, as he kept trucking along. Pausing when he was able to see a bit more, due to the light ahead. Soon enough heād be near her stomach. Her shirt having hiked up just enough to expose her midriff. Alric found himself staring. Gazing upon a mountain of flesh - her abs on full display.
The Monk was proud of her form, and oftentimes wore attire that showed it off. Her sunkissed muscles were easy to take in at this size. Soon he was standing closer, unable to help himself. Watching it shift before him with each breath she took.
The Miqoāte had taken enjoyment in showing off her abs to him in the past. Aware of the fact he had a thing for women built as she was. It was one of the few things that, when she teased him, heād always get a red tint to appear on his face. It was something she took great delight in, and sometimes went out of her way to make happen. They were close friends, but at times Zori seemed to enjoy pushing it a bit past that. . .
Feeling a slight warmth to his cheeks, heād slowly reach forward. Knowing if she woke up and saw where he was, heād never live it down.
She was warm. As his hand rested against her brown fleshed abs, he felt his heart pick up. It was sturdy, but still yielded to a degree. Heād not do much more, save for taking in the sight and feeling them. Slowly, trailing his hand against her stomach, right next to her belly button. Moving to head north, again heād stroll towards where the light was emitting from. . .before he heard something, and turned.
It was her hand, which had somehow snuck up behind him. Before he could even scream, itād press into him; causing him to be flattened between it and her stomach. Her entire form shifted slightly. Was she waking up?! He didnāt hear any words from her.
Her fingers played against his body ever so slightly, as sheād soon be scratching at him. He was sandwiched between her index and middle fingers, and her stomach. Her nails rubbed against him, as he felt a few buttons on his red wine colored jacket undone.
There was the sound of fabric ripping, before he felt the twin belts on the middle of the rebel jacket get cut open. He was struggling, but unable to escape. His back was pressed against her stomach. His front assaulted by her two massive fingers.
Those large digits of hers were having their way with him. Still unsure if she was awake or not. It wasnāt long before the front of his jacket was somewhat ruined. Anything keeping it connected in the front scratched and rubbed away, exposing his dark shirt under it. Her skin rubbing against him, as the wall of flesh behind him yielded slightly. Pushing him more against her stomach.
The Hyurās face was a fair shade of red, as while he was worried. . .he felt himself getting light headed. Her fingers kept toying with him in a lazy manner, rubbing against his entire form. Though they seemed more intent on his now somewhat exposed chest. He was starting to warm up again, as his best friend kept rubbing him between her fingers and abs.
The red haired man pressed back, but itād do little to help. Gripping her fingers, as he tried to just ride it through. Again and again her two fingers rubbed him against her stomach.
His heart rate rose, as he felt himself breathing a bit harder than before. Her fingers were getting a bit rough, nails scratching against him.
Now and then, the sound of fabric ripping was heard. As she was starting to ruin his shirt now. Her middle and index finger rubbing more vigorously against him. Yet, they didnāt cut up his body. There were brief moments of pain, but it was dull. Faint and far from causing him any real pain. His chest was slightly red from all the rubbing. Her fingers kept toying with him against her stomach.
Thanking the twelve above that while he was tiny, he was also a great deal more durable. Before long, the front of his shirt had been cut open in the front. His bare chest and stomach exposed.
As if sensing this, her fingers started rubbing up and down his body. Slower than before. Her breathing had remained the same throughout all this. Was she doing this to him while sleeping still?! He felt her fingers toy with him as she slept, as they started to drag him up and down her stomach.
There was a moment where he felt his back against her belly button. Causing him to be pushed in slightly, as her fingers focused on him being there for a bit. Lazily pushing him in, before digging him out with one of her nails. Repeating it a few times.
The Hyur was thankful her stomach, taunt as it was, was still soft to a degree. If it wasnāt, he was almost worried he might have gotten stuck there. Thatād be the hardest thing to explain to her later.
Zoriās scent was easier to detect. It wasnāt as strong as it was down between her toes, but it was there still. His childhood friend kept rubbing him against her abs. He was becoming more light headed, before a change at long last happened.
Long fingers curled against her stomach. Hand forming into a loosely held fist.
Once more, his view became filled by her light brown flesh. Most of his body captured between her fingers, his upper chest, shoulders, and head sticking out as she was bringing him up from her stomach. His lower chest and stomach resting against her index finger. His lower half rubbing against her middle and ring finger. Trapped again.
Heād feel his hair fluttering about, in the wake of her moving him within her hand. The air rushed by him, his stomach doing a somersault. He found his face being pressed lightly against her stomach, as she brought him further across her gigantic form.
It was dawning on him though, there was about to be a big problem. A rather big one.
Craning his head to the side, heād see the course that was set before him. The underside of her decently sized bust was going to be in the way.
Oh no.
Her hand kept itās grip on the tiny man, as he found himself seeing the undersize of her chest getting closer. Her shirt was still on, covering her breasts - as his emerald colored eyes were beholding the incoming trouble he was about to get into. He tried to shout, even though he knew it was for naught.
āH--Hey, umm, Zori? ZORI! Hey! Wake up!ā Alric attempted to shout up towards her, but itād avail not. His face started to warm up once more, knowing what was about to come. Heād clench his teeth. Steeling himself.
Then, heād feel her skin replaced by the fabric of her shirt. Bunched up just below her ample chest. He was thankful for that at least, fearing heād pass out if it wasnāt for that covering her up.
Then, he was being dragged softly across her chest. Her shirt provided little comfort, as he can still easily feel her warmth behind it. How itād yield more than other parts he had explored.
The young man was more embarrassed than anything. A bit flustered at what his friend was doing without knowing it. Her hand had ceased its movement, his face squished against her chest. He could hear her steady breathing, looking up to see that looming face of hers. Eyes closed, yet a small smile was seen on those plush lips of hers.
He paused, however, when noting a new sound
The strong and the steady beating of her heart.
It was calm. Her chest rising and falling. Causing him to be pressed further into her breast, then relax. An unsure look crossed his features, a tingle of pink still remaining in his cheeks. He felt. . .a bit shy, as he could detect her scent again. More potent at his current position, but it was alluring.
The smell of faint soap, a bit of sweat, and her natural scent mixed into one. The sound of her heart brought a sense of calm to him. He felt somewhat timid, resting against the giant Miqoāte chest.
Heād feel her thumb slowly curl around him, pressing him closely to her chest. As if her fingers were hugging him, seeming almost aware he was there. It was gentle and with care, that her thumb started to slowly rub against him. Over time, he started to relax. As her fingers shifted about. The sound of them rubbing against each other heard clearly.
It was akin to a full body massage, nowhere near as rough as the first time between her hands. Nor like it was with her toes.
Her head shifted against her pillow all of a sudden. Face now angled towards her chest, in his general direction. Strands of raven hair, stained honey-brown, covering her closed eyes. Displaying just her nose and lower face.
Her lips slightly parted, seeing her teeth and tongue just barely past them. A bit of sunshine started to peek through the curtains. He felt his heart skip a beat, and the sudden return of butterflies in his stomach once again. He found himself noticing how beautiful she was. That soft smile upon her lips made it all the more clear. He found himself smiling back at her. Even if she didnāt know it.
A faint breeze could be felt, the giantess breathing in his general direction. The faint odor of what she had drunk last night was still there. Cocoa mixed with peppermint. He could detect a hint of morning breath too, but it was fine. Nothing that bothered him.
With each steady breath, her breast pushed up against him. Then, as it lowered heād feel the breeze again.. Her breath washed over him. His eyes were starting to feel heavy again. Everything he was experiencing luring him to sleep once again. Try as he might, he was unable to escape her grasp. Nor could he turn from the promise of sleep once again.
Staring up at her, he was still smiling; looking at the massive lips that were so far, yet so close to him. His hair playing about him each time she exhaled. Heād let himself succumb to slumber after a time. Head resting against both her breast and finger. Despite his size, his trust in her was unwavering. Even if she was unaware, lightly stroking him with her thumb; as she too slept. . .
Soon enough, both were asleep. A sense of peace. Trust in the other. As the two childhood friends slept for just a bit longer. . .unbothered by the slowly rising sun, or the troubles that still lurked beyond their walls.
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 4
Word Count: 3303
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Alric awoke with a start as he felt himself moving, the pit of his stomach dropping out in sudden fear. Sudden panic gripped the groggy Hyur as he tried and failed to move, trapped in a giantās iron grip. The hood from his rebel jacket had fallen over his face, adding to the disorienting discomfort by blinding the young man.
Within seconds however, a series of things clicked with him.
He was still in Zoriās grasp.
The giant Miqoāte hand was moving him.
There was more light in the room, giving him a clear view of the massive womanās face once heād whipped his head around enough to dislodge the blinding hood. Black and honey-brown disheveled hair framing it naturally. Something was wrong with her features though, and for a moment, Alric was confused. Then, itād dawn on the shrunken Hyur what it was.
Her lips, closed before, were now starting to stir.
He was moving closer towards them, right as they were parting - until her mouth was wide open.
Due to the light, he was able to get a good look at the inside of her mouth.
Subtle shifts in that gigantic tongue of hers. Slowly wiggling about in the wake of her stirring. Strands of saliva were seen, stretching between her lower and upper teeth. Some were as thick as diremite webbing. One strand giving way, in the wake of her powerful tongue that was slithering about within. Cutting through it with ease.
Her pearly white teeth, each the size of small boulders were well taken care of, with that tongue of hers pushing into the bottom front row of them. Her rather sharp canines on display, and further in he could see the dark abyss that was her throat. The young man stared at it in awe as he felt something awaken inside of him for a brief second. Something that completely obliterated the fact she was his long time friend for a brief moment.
She was so massive, he knew she could swallow him without a single problem. The thought alone giving birth to that primal fear. Yet, it was only for a brief moment.
Then, she yawned.
He had been further away when she had done it last night. Now he was getting a front row seat. The rumbling sound emitting from her was enough to make every bone in his body rattle and set his ears to ringing fiercely. Gods but she was being loud. The hoodie half covering his head blew back with ease. The sudden gale sent his hair whipping about in a wild manner, as was his clothing. His stomach and lower half were still between her fingers, as they tighten their grip on him mid-yawn. Unable to escape.
He brought an arm up in reflex as he was hit full force by the Miqoātes breath. The scent of cocoa and peppermint hitting him full force. His eyes watered slightly at the humid winds whipping at him, forcing one eye closed and the other to narrow he struggled to see what was going on.
What were mere seconds to the sleeping Miqoāte, felt like minutes to the tiny red haired youth as he remained within the titan-like grip of his childhood friend.
And as rapidly as it began, it was over.
Her mouth closed once more with a loud series of smacks. Massive lips rubbing against one another. With how close he was, it was slowly dawning on him that he was roughly the same size of either of her lips. He knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that his size was changing, though he didnāt understand when and why--
That train of thought came to a screeching halt however, as he noted something very out of place.
Her messy hair that was once covering both eyes had shifted. And beyond that. . . One of those startlingly blue eyes was open. . .and it focused right on him.
It was the only eye he could see, the other still covered by a curtain of ebony and honey bangs. Her eye was just barely open, and as it peered down at him Alric found himself gripping the index finger wrapped around himself. Completely at a loss of what to do. He simply stared back at the uncovered eye of hers, waiting to see what came next.
It wasnāt until a few long seconds had passed that the young man took note of something unusual in her gaze, a certain glassy, glazed over look to her eye. It was the look of someone not quite awake, unfocused on anything and everything.
Zori was sleeping with her eyes open still.
It wasnāt the first time heād come across this strange habit of hers, sleeping with her eyes partly open, just visible to the world. But seeing it from this angle was an entirely new experience.
The Hyurās heart thudded in his chest, hard enough that he feared it would wake her for a brief moment. It was uncanny, staring up at the comforting face of his best friend, that glassy unfocused eye peering sightlessly down at him. He knew he was safe with her, as always, but something about the situation made his skin crawl.
Alric knew Zori had always been a somewhat restless sleeper. Fidgeting and moving about. She had even kicked him a few times. Waking up soon after to a rather disgruntled Alric staring at her.
This morning was no different, ever restless, the Miqoāte tightened her grip on the shrunken man, drawing a gasp of surprise. His teeth clenched, as he stared up at her unseeing eye. It wasnāt painful yet, but it reminded him of when heād first been at the mercy of her monstrously soft toes. He could see a small smile on her slumbering face, a sight that was soon blocked out by her rising thumb.
His world suddenly became a flesh colored prison as the descending digit smashed him down further into her clenched hand, kneading and worrying him roughly in her smooth palm as if he was a stress toy.
Zoriās thumb was pressing down against the top of his head. Her index and middle finger rubbing across his upper body.
He could feel his already shredded jacket getting further mangled, and he could hear nothing; save for the muffled sound of her breathing against her closed fist. Along with the rasp of skin on skin, unnaturally loud to the man, as her fingers shifted both against themselves and him.
At times, he felt his head forced one way or another. The nail on her thumb lazily pressing down against his head and shoulders. His tattered jacket tore even further, rent under the edge of her nail as she manhandled him. It scratched against the front of his chest, making Alric wince. A sudden fear gripped the man with how rough she was getting. But by some grace of the twelve her nail didnāt pierce his skin.
A grunt would emit from him, flustered by what was becoming of his clothing. As her fingers parted for a brief moment, heād shift and struggle out of his once favored jacket, tossing the tattered garment aside. He was starting to heat up, and the jacket no longer provided much worth after what Zori had done to it anyway. It left him with only his tattered black shirt, which almost certainly wasnāt long for this world either with the abuse it had taken recently.
His sun-kissed jailhouse moved and began to shift, dislodging the remains of the jacket from where heād tossed it. And as he felt his face pressed up against the webbing of her inner fingers, he watched with a pang of dismay as it slipped between two of her fingers and out of sight.
The Hyurās head and shoulders poked through her fingers, pushing out from between her middle and ring finger and at once being greeted by a blast of hot air as he found out where heād been delivered
While heād been sequestered away, she had shifted onto her back with her hand held close to her lips. Her lips were so close he could reach out and touch them if he tried to. Parted just enough, he could feel her warm breath across his face, a hurricane gale that once again forced him to shutter his eyes against it.
Her thumb slipped further down, fingers loosening as it rubbed against his side now. Her skin and nail digging right into his side, hip, and upper thigh. An uneasy shiver streaked down his spine at the treatment, and he felt his body beginning to bend as her thumb kept toying with him. Alric started to open his mouth, before spotting something else.
His wine red rebel coat, in tatters, rested against her upper lip. Heād watch as she exhaled, the jacket being blown up and passed her hand.
The poor looking scrap of cloth dancing like a leaf caught in a strong breeze. She inhaled once more. . .and heād watch as his jacket was sucked back down. Right between her lips to catch against her front teeth. The light in the room gave him a clear view of what was happening.
For only a second, itād be stuck against her two front teeth. Whipped about like a tattered flag standing bravely against a maelstrom, clinging in determined resistance against the battering winds against it. He could hear it flapping sharply about, part of it hanging over the edge of her teeth. Barely spared of the dark abyss that awaited below.
Then, itād fall the rest of the way in as she ceased her breathing, lips rubbing against each other. The jacket cut off from his view as the plush lips closed briefly.
Soon, theyād part and heād see it resting on the surface of her tongue. Adhered there by saliva. He could see a few strands, stretching between the large tongue and the roof of her mouth. In a few short moments, it was already coated in the womanās saliva. Ruined beyond repair at this point.
Her fingers kept toying with him, rubbing against his body. He felt her pinkie and the finger next to it rubbing his legs. His feet sticking out slightly from the bottom of her hand. Head and shoulders sticking out from the middle and ring finger. His body was bent at an angle, which was uncomfortable to say the least, particularly as the fingers pressured and toyed with him.
Then, that pink tongue of hers moved, the tip rolling up and inward. Alric found himself unable to look away, as he could see her -tasting- it. Rolling it lazily about within her maw. Another blast of hot air tore at him, bringing to mind a frightening thought.
He had previously likened her size to that of a mountain, huge and unavoidable. Breathtaking to look upon. But If she was a mountain, then the yawning entrance beneath him was doubtless a cave. Boulder sized teeth framing a craggy entrance to mines and tunnels deep within her heart. Only. . .this cave was moist, fleshy, and horribly ALIVE. Past that cavernous entrance lay darkness, and he was suddenly very unsure about what was about to happen.
Of course, what came next only served to deepen that sudden stab of concern.
The jacket was being formed into a ball. Sliding down her tongue, towards her throat. Right as it was on the back of her tongue, her teeth closed, causing him to flinch back in reflex. Her lips parted slightly revealing Boulder sized teeth grinding together as her jaw tensed.
His blood froze over, a sudden pit forming in his stomach. The audible sound of the titan-sized woman gulping was clearly heard in the stillness of the room. Loud and clear. His eyes at once darted down to what he could see of her throat. There, a clearly formed lump just under her tensed jaw, sliding further down towards her collar bone.
And then it was gone. Her teeth and lips parting more than before, as he stared into her maw once more.
āAhhhh. . . .ā It was the sound the Miqoāte made when finished with a meal. A pleased sound. Zoriās slightly parted lips maintained that sleepy smile, her breath washing over him once more in a pleased exhalation.
His jacket was missing, but he knew what had happened. He had seen her practically inhale food before. It made the man question if there was nothing she couldnāt devour when hungry enough.
He didnāt want to find out the answer he decided, as he felt himself being pushed further between her fingers. Her thumb had angled itself, where it was now forcing him further between her fingers. More and more of him was dangling free now, with the entirety of his upper torso exposed. Unfortunately, it placed him in a precarious position. Below him, a yawning chasm lay at the end of what felt like an endless drop.
āWoah, woah. . .Zori. . .Zori, wake up!ā Heād call out to her, peering frantically at that half open eye and trying desperately to attract her unfocused gaze. But still the giant slumbered, unaware of the peril she was unwittingly putting her friend in. He scrabbled frantically at her hands, seeking purchase in the creases of her knuckles and finding none. Little by little, ilm by ilm, he slowly slipped closer and closer to tumbling down into the Miqoātes open, waiting maw.
Casting his eyes about wildly, the manās eyes could help but be drawn down towards the void that lay at the end of his inevitable gall. Even in his plight, some calm and rational part of his mind noted the buildup of saliva, the sudden eager moistness that awaited him. No doubt a physical reflex brought on by swallowing his jacket.
āZORI!ā The red hair man shouted, yet there was no response - save for her breath washing over him and her tongue moving about far below. Almost as if preparing for him. āDammit!ā Alric cursed, trying to think of something. Doing his hardest -not- to look inside her mouth. Rows of teeth that could grind him to a pulp. The rough surface of a tongue that would easily have itās way with him. And of course the void that lay beyond.
Twisting his body, heād reach up as far he could, gripping the finger above him and attempting to slip his hands in the crease between her fingers. Little by little, his lower half was pushed through by her thumb. Then, suddenly, he felt his legs swing out free and unsupported. . .and held on tight.
With both his arms wrapped tightly around her middle finger, he clung on for dear life. Her fingers parted slightly; her fist loosening without her grip on him. Each time she drew breath he felt the vacuum of air screaming past him, threatening to drag him down with it. Threatening to rip him from his grip and plunge him down into darkness.
He needed a plan, and he needed one fast. With Zori blissfully unaware, and his life literally hanging in the balance, his only hope was some quick thinking, a prayer to the twelve, and perhaps just a bit of luck.
Alric struggled to weather through each inhale, counting the seconds in his head. He was trying to time her breathing, trusting in it to help save himself. As the seconds dragged by like days, the struggling man felt himself begin to slip, one arm losing its grip entirely.. Another gasping curse escaped him as he held on for dear life. One arm still wrapped around her middle finger.
Clenching his teeth, the man knew he had a window approaching, and that he had to act. It was now or never.
As her inhale tapered off, he braced his feet against her hand and launched himself up and out into space. His stomach roiled inside of him as he hung there for a moment, nothing to grab onto or reach for, while below him lay her waiting maw. A sudden spike of fear shot through him like a physical shock, panic flooding his system as he began to fear heād mistimed his movement.
Then Zori's breath washed over him in a powerful exhale, a welcoming wind that buffeted and tore at his descent. His momentum was halted, and then reversed as he rode out the sudden updraft, spinning skyward and entirely out of control.
His world became a spinning riot of imagery. His best friend, asleep in the golden rays of the morning sun, a wink of blue visible just under her half closed lid. The simple room they had rented, with itās earthy colors, stone floors, and curtains slightly parted to reveal dawnās rays to penetrate the gloom. Wooden beams and ceiling timbers. And so on and so forth as he windmilled his arms and legs, freefalling in an uncontrolled tumble.
Flailing his limbs about madly, he searched and prayed for something to grab onto or break his fall. Something. Anything.
His eyes fell on a sudden landscape of bronze, as his descent ended in an abrupt impact.
THUMP!
He had landed somewhere on her body, that was easy enough to tell. The Miqoātes skin was warm and pliant beneath him. His head spun as he fought to orient himself, struggling to piece together where he had landed. It took a long moment, but his wits began to slowly return to him, and he was able to take stock of his location.
The top of Zoriās shirt was not too far away from him, while her throat was behind him. He had landed right below her collar bone. Safe and sound, if not a little winded and worse for the wear. Though even that was subsiding.
ā. . .ahhh-haaa. . .ahaha. . .ā Alric felt his face stretch into a wild, uncontrolled grin. Reaching a hand up, he brushed a shock of his dishevelled bangs out of his face. He was trembling all over, as it dawned on him that he had escaped a rather cruel fate. Bringing his hand forward, heād stare at it. It was shaking like mad.
There had been fear, but. . .also excitement? No doubt thanks to that odd trait that many adventurers seemed to share, a thirst for danger and a marked lack of anything like common sense or survival instincts. Zori had certainly noted it in him, teasing him about his apparent love of danger, despite the fact that she could often be seen right there alongside him, laughing fit to burst and grinning like mad.
Adrenaline surged through his veins as he replayed what had just happened in his minds eye. It had been just as fiercely invigorating as any fight against bandit or beast. Maybe even MORE invigorating.
It took a long while for the adrenaline to cease and calm, leaving the drained man to simply flop back against the warm flesh beneath him, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Now that the danger had passed, he was left once again in the relative calm. His only companion, the slow swell and fall of the womanās chest beneath him, and the rumbling murmur of her heartbeat beneath that. The steady, audible thrum of it a soothing song to him after the stark fear heād recently experienced.
And somewhere further along, accompanying the calming sounds of his companion. The man would almost swear there was a faint gurgle somewhere near the womanās abdomen.
For now however, the man just focused on the ceiling, trying to push any thought of that sound to the back of his mind. Right now, he was thankful for being alive. Avoiding the same fate that was once his favorite jacket. . .
The shrunken Hyur gave a laugh every now and then. Unheard by the slumping landmass that was the most trusted person in his life. Taking the moment to enjoy the fact he had gotten through yet another ordeal. Mourning the loss of his favorite jacket, made of shell leather, as he did. Planning his next steps could wait a while.
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 5
Word Count: 3790
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Alricās laughter didnāt stop for a long while. The man had nearly been consumed by his best friend, but now he was alright. Still, like any close call heād had when adventuring - he started to giggle. An odd trait of his that Zori said made him seem a bit ātouchedā as it were. For him, he wasnāt quite sure how to express himself after being in mortal peril. Yet, every time he survived some harrowing experience and he knew the danger was past. . .he found himself laughing lightly to himself. An odd smile on his features.
Heād lay flat on his back, arms and legs spread apart, wishing to catch his breath before plotting his next move.
Soon, a great rumbling was both heard and felt as Zori shifted in her sleep, the hand that was close to where he lay moving by itself. He could hear her lips lightly smacking themselves against the other. No doubt from the lingering taste of his jacket, whose fate he was glad he didnāt share.
He watched as her hand shifted, moving skyward. She was moving it away from her chest, and off towards the side - letting it hang over the bed. The bed creaked and groaned once more, though the titan sized Miqoāte didnāt stir much further than that.
Alric paused when noting where her hand was. Arm stretched out off the side of the bed, her hand landing with a thump against the small dresser next to the bed. Palm faced towards the ceiling, fingers curled. Her arm extended out from herself, akin to a massive fallen oak tree - acting as a bridge from the bed to the area he wanted to get to.
He felt his stomach rumble once more, looking out towards the apples resting in the bowl. Close by her finger tips.
After a sharp inhale, heād brace his palms beside his head, before he pressed upward sharply. Flipping himself up and into a standing position and landing on his feet. He was so small that Zori didnāt even stir from her slumber at the movement..
He had lost a few items alongside his jacket, but had enough to feel at ease with. The crystal attached to his belt being a prime one, given his size and the trouble he had gotten into.
Little time was wasted lingering where he was, unsure of how long her arm would remain the way it was. The red haired youth turned, and started the trek across the massive form of his best friend. The bronze colored ground shifted with each breath the Miqoāte took as Alric made his way across his companions upper chest. Heād pause, however, when coming to the strap of her tank top.
The strap had bunched up around her shoulder, no doubt from her nocturnal stirrings and the way her shirt had gotten pushed up to just below her ample bosom. He could see, just below the ruffled fabric of her shirt, what basically amounted to a small crawl space between Zoriās warm flesh and her clothing. His very own secret tunnel, He could just fit into it on his hands and knees from the look of it. . . or he could simply walk across the strap.
A thought occurred to him, as the Hyur debated if he should or not.
Well, why not? Canāt hurt to have a little fun. . .
With a glance towards her slumbering face up north, the man dropped down onto his hands and knees. . .crawling forward to slip under the massive black strap of her tank top. He found the space warm and inviting, and larger than heād expected, with his head only just brushing the soft cloth stretching above him.
He chuckled to himself as he moved, getting swept up in a wave of nostalgia for her and Zoriās younger days. All the times the two had found those tiny little spaces that children seemed attracted to. Forts and secret passages, places that were theirs and theirs alone. Down inside his secret passage, it was dark and dim, the cloth muffling the noise of the woman that had become his world in such a short time.
Though as he progressed further and further, something felt. . .off. Part of the man was certain that he should be coming out the other side of his little ātunnelā, but oddly enough the passage seemed as far now as it had been just a moment ago.
It suddenly dawned on the shrunken man what was going on. Freezing up rather suddenly, as he gazed about the underside of the dark fabric. The crawl space seemed longer. The reason why struck him like a thunderbolt.
His head wasnāt even close to touching the underside anymore.
For a long time, heād remain there, on his hands and knees and wondering when it had happened. His size had shifted once more without him noticing, but this time he was smaller than ever. A wave of fear gripped the man, his arms trembling as his gaze swept from the exit ahead of him to his entrance behind.
He was half way through.
Mustering up his courage,Heād slowly move to lift himself up. He paused briefly, still on his knees but now upright. He still didnāt feel the fabric. All he could hear for a moment, was his own heart and breathing. It was slow and steady, but he felt like his heart was beating harder than before. His lips parted, and he took a shaky breath. . .pressing off Zoriās body. . .and moving to stand.
His head was just shy of touching the under part of his childhood friends strap.
The small crawl space had suddenly transformed into a sizable mine shaft around him. His own breathing seemed to fall flat in the space around him, muffled by the cloth canvas. At times, when Zori took a breath, heād notice his even tinier form get closer to the ceiling of fabric above. Then sheād exhale, and itād seem to pull upward and away from him. He was small enough enough to count the individual threads stretching above his head if he strained his eyes in the dimness.
Everything seemed to be in greater detail, even if it was a little dark where he was.
He felt himself picking up the pace, as the exit came closer. All around him, Zoriās breathing could be heard, an audible rumble beneath his feet. Not entirely unlike the sound of the ground shifting during a landslide. A part of him wanted to remain where he was, and stay āsafeā. That adventurer side of him, however, wanted to press onward. Driven by equal parts curiosity and hunger.
Then, he arrived at the end of the tunnel. Alrics eyes narrowed as the sudden light overwhelmed him, forcing him to pause as the sudden illumination hammered into him. He held a hand up in front of his face as he shuffled further past the exit and felt the faint brushing of fabric over head again. . .
Lowering his shaking arm as his vision cleared, he took a deep steadying breath. His heart was pounding in his chest after his ordeal, and for a moment it was all that he could hear.
As his pulse slowed and he started to calm, he swept his gaze around himself. Noting that despite his sudden panic before, everything looked the same as when he had first crawled under the strap. He turned to glance behind himself, noting the bunched up strap he had just crawled through was the same size as before he entered it.
. . .am I losing it? Did I shrink then grow? I--I. . .
He could still hear the light breathing of the landscape that was his best friend up north of him, steady and serene and still blissfully asleep. Unaware of what had just transpired. He suddenly felt light headed, gripping his own wrist in an attempt to stop himself from shaking. Once his breathing was fully under control again, Alric started to walk again, shooting a distrusting glance back at the strap heād just emerged from.
His eyes travelled past the strap, to the smooth expanse of flesh that lay beyond; Zoriās throat. He could remember the lump heād seen when sheād swallowed his favorite jacket, and he wondered briefly what had become of the poor mass of shell Leather. With a slight shake of his head, Alrics walk became a jog as he turned his eyes away from her. Better not to think about it.
Then, he was on her shoulder - her arms extended before him to his goal. The back of her hand rested on the wooden surface on the other side; where the bowl of apples were. Fingers curled just slightly, where he noted her index finger was resting just against the bowl. Perfect.
He felt her flesh yield beneath his feet as he trekked across her arm, acting like a drawbridge from the bed to the bedside table. Zori worked out, but she still had a softness to her. It honestly felt rather nice--
āMmmm. . .ā
The ground became suddenly unstable beneath him, forcing Alric to his knees. His friend shifted in her sleep, as indicated by the soft rustling of cloth and flesh in the distance behind him. Her outstretched hand turned to the side, dragging itself off the desk. . .
The upper arm Alric was precariously clinging to turned as well, which caused him to tumble across it. He saw his world suddenly invert itself as he desperately fumbled for something to grasp onto. There was nothing he could hold onto however, and as her arm turned further. . . He finally toppled over, losing his balance entirely.
Alrics' world became a terrifying blur of movement and momentum as he fell freely from his perch, the wind screaming past him in a disorienting maelstrom. Up became down as he lost all sense of direction, and he screamed in stark terror as he plummeted in an uncontrolled free fall. Brief glimpses of the wooden bed, the stone ground. . . and then a stark black well opening up beneath him, like a hungry fish breaking through the waves to devour him.
His vision darkened as vertigo overtook him for a brief moment. And he was sure he was going to pass out before he hit the ground. And then a darkness enveloped him that had absolutely nothing to do with his own lightheadedness. The air changed, and the light seemed to stretch above him as the pit swallowed him whole.
THUMP!
He felt the air knocked out of him as solid ground rushed up to meet him. Pain flared through him sharply, bringing him back to full awareness and driving the sudden vertigo away. His arm was sore and throbbing, having taken the brunt of his landing. . .yet it wasnāt broken. By some miracle, he seemed largely intact. Sore, yes. But nothing seemed broken or dislocated. Was the fall not as bad as he thought? Maybe he was just that durable?
Spots danced in his vision as he looked around himself, taking stock of his situation. Alric couldnāt hear Zori anymore, and he felt it was safe to say that his fall had put some distance between himself and her. Drawing in a ragged breath, heād find the air was more. . .stale. Humid. The ground he was laying on was soft, not as much as the bed, but softer than the wooden floor would be. Something wasnāt right.
The ability to breath normally soon returned, and with it vanished the dancing spots in his vision. Those emerald colored eyes gazed about the area, trying to figure out where he. . .was. . .oh. . .no.
āA--am I. . .really in her. . .ā Alric could hear his own voice, as it echoed faintly about the massive cavern-like place he had landed. Though his mind was at once figuring out where he was. It wasnāt a cave. . .
He had fallen into one of Zoriās gigantic boots. Right where her heel would normally be. And judging by the shaft of light that stretched out far above his head, he had the sinking feeling that he had shrunk in his free fall, down to the size heād been before.
With a resigned sigh, the man set about looking for a way out, noticing as he did so that the inside of the boot was well worn and smooth.. He could just make out the imprint of where her foot rested normally, and in that imprint, on the floor near to him was what was once a number. Though it was now an indecipherable smear, worn away by ages of use and the constant friction of an active womanās heel.
He rubbed distractedly at the arm heād landed on, the pain still present but slowly ebbing away. He couldnāt see any way out of this leather mineshaft, no matter how hard he puzzled or thought on it.
Then, he heard the massive form of Zori shifting high above on the bed. The bed creaked and groaned, as she woke up at long last. The Miqoāteās form loomed into view as she moved to sit up in bed. . .before she turned to the side and brought her legs over the edge.
He shot a brief glance at her face, taking in the tired, detached expression on her face. A view that was soon blocked out by the bottom of her foot. He watched as her toes wiggled right above the opening of the boot. Outside the boots leathery confines, he heard a sudden thump and a scuffle. Something moved around just outside of his prison, though he couldnāt see what. And then the light pierced down into the darkness again as Zori moved her foot, allowing him to once again take in her tired, half asleep features.
After a few seconds, it clicked with him what she was doing - as her gaze turned towards the boot he was in. For a moment, she appeared to be looking right at him. . .but he knew she couldnāt see him. He had frozen up, watching and waiting for what he knew must come next, hoping that he was mistaken. For a time, what seemed an eternity to the small man, sheād just stare down at the boot. . .
Then her foot hovered into view once again, blotting out the light and plunging him into an even deeper darkness.
Without pause, it started to descend into the boot itself. Her toes curled against the ball of her foot as it worked its way into her boot. Just as she had done with the other boot outside of the one Alric was in. Heād see faint rays of light as the foot shifted its way into the boot, the scraping sound of her skin against the inside of it heard loud and clear.
Then it dawned on him where he was, just where he had frozen. Forcing his body into movement and ripping his eyes away from those descending digits, Alric moved. Slowly at first, and then with urgency as it finally registered the danger he was in if he lingered.
Alric heard her toes grind against the supple leather insole, and turned his head back to look despite himself. There, where heād been standing, was nothing but a wall of flesh grating down and wriggling itās way further into the leather cavern. Her middle toe rasped across that faded and smeared number, and for some ludicrous reason it occurred to him that heād have been trapped under that toe in particular, had he not surged into motion.
Still, he kept running as the ground started to tremble - a series of tremors rolling underfoot as her boot tried to accept the giantās foot inside itself. Zoriās foot shifted from side to side, and Alric lost his footing and fell to the ground. His body flung from side to side within the dark, and slightly damp cave floor. The closer he got to the toe section, the more heād feel the ground under him yield.
Trying to make sense of where he was, heād hear the bottom of her toes scraping across the inside of her boot. His head whipped towards the direction it was coming from, and heād notice five sun-kissed toes wiggling about. To him, it almost looked as if they were seeking him out, pursuing him in the shadowed interior of the toe.
With no time to get up and run - He found his body moving on its own. Alric rolled to the side, trapped only halfway down the length of the boot. The last of the light vanished as her foot blocked it out, with the last thing he could see being her pinkie toe coming straight at him.
Then, he was in complete darkness as her toes crashed down on him. He felt something collide with him, knocking him prone as pressure crushed in on him from every direction. He was being moved against his will, even as heād grapple onto something. He assumed it was her toe. So massive and large, he couldnāt even fit his arms half way around it!
Then, just as everything seemed to increase in pressure. . .the shifting ceased.
It was dark. The toe section of the boot was more damp. The air had become even more stale. The pervasive scent of her musk was the only thing he could smell, growing stronger by the moment. He could feel the heat that emitted from her foot, even as he heard some scratching outside.
He wagered she was tying her boots up, unaware she was sealing her childhood friend within. Trapped inside it, with nothing but a Miqo'tes foot to keep him company within.
He felt her toes shift as he fumbled about to find his crystal. And before long, with a little bit of coaxing, the crystal flared to light and illuminated Alrics surroundings.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but once they did itād dawn on him where he was. Right between her pinkie toe and the one next to it. Caught between them, with his lower legs partly trapped under her pinkie toe. A toe that was the same size as he was, if not maybe just a bit bigger.
Theyād cease their movement, as Zori stopped moving for now. Giving Alric a chance to try and think. . .something easier said than done, as already he felt the air become more humid. The scent from her foot doubled, and then tripled. As did the heat in the small area..
This was entirely unlike his last experience with her foot. When she had been freshly showered and he had been considerably bigger. This was so much worse. Whether it was because his size had changed, or just because he was in a much more stifling environment, he had no idea.
Her toes gently shifted within her boot, as they lifted partly and came crashing back down around him. He felt a sudden increase in pressure against his legs, her toe seeming to āsenseā him. He felt her toes scrunch up around him, wrapping him up in a vice-like embrace.
āGah--dammit! Zori! Iām in here!ā Itād avail him not, hearing his own voice in return as it bounced about within the chamber of the large boot he was trapped in. Her toes moved once more, and he felt himself dragged even further under the thick pad of her toe. Finally they stopped moving, resting roughly against his legs and stomach. His hands pressed against it, but with no chance of moving it or gaining her attention.
Even still, Alric pounded his fists against the large digit. To his dismay, it didnāt gain any attention from her. . .but it at least caused her pinkie toe to move again. As it lifted off him, he felt the boot tipping in the direction where her pinkie toe was. Heād find himself sliding across the lightly moist insole of the boot, with her entire pinkie toe hanging above him.
No, no, no--
Then, it brought itself down with more force than before. His entire vision was filled by the underside of her toe as it started toying with him once more. It shifted from side to side, grinding him lightly between it and the insole below. He was at her mercy entirely, the crystal giving just enough light for him to have an idea of where he was.
Right under the arch of her pinkie toe, he felt the digit grow and stretch out even further around him. No. . . It wasnāt growing. He was shrinking. Again.
He felt his body fit perfectly under the small arch of her pinkie toe, gripped tightly between it and the ball of her foot. He had become imprisoned in the sun-kissed flesh, and he found himself going light headed - her musky scent washing over him; more potent than before. As he gasped for air, he felt his world shift as she moved, and without warning found his face pressed up against her flesh.
His lips parted as he gasped for air, the slightly salty taste of sweat and skin flooding his mouth immediately. Enveloped in the musky scent of his best friend's foot and boot, he started seeing stars.
Still unaware of him, her toes treated him like a stress toy. Each squeeze and subtle flex was more brutal than the last. He felt as if his very bones were creaking, another series of crackles heard along his spine as she popped it once more. Though, it seemed to only encourage her to keep playing with the red haired man. Her toe released its grip on him before it began anew. His entire body was assaulted by both it and her scent. His form buckling under the weight of that thick pad of hers.
Then, they squeezed harder than before - and he felt more pressure and weight on him than ever before. Zori was moving to stand up. He knew if he had been under any other toe, such as her largest one, that his fate could have been worse. Even if she didnāt unknowingly pop him right then and there, he felt as if that would be better than this!
He just hoped Zori tried to search for him soon enough, and release him from her rather eager toes. In this case, her smallest one; which had become a towering behemoth in comparison to him.
Meanwhile, Zori had found herself still half dead to the world after waking up, and had groggily put on her boots. Scrunching her toes a few times after she did, unaware of the torture she was putting her most fond companion through. With a yawn and a smack of her lips, Zorās mind turned to breakfast and something to drink. Causing her to stand and stretch, not knowing Alric was about to come along with her for the trip. . .
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 6
Word Count: 1264
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
With each step Zori took, the pressure around the man increased, doubling and redoubling upon him. His senses spun in a flurry of motion and the overwhelming scent and presence of his friend as time crawled by. Small as Alric was, the sudden spike of adrenaline had dialed his senses up to new heights, making each moment seem longer and longer than the last.
The pressure was on once more as he heard the muffled, heavy impact of her other foot landing on the hard wooden floor. Then, the shoe he was in started to tilt, the weight upon his chest lessening. The illumination from the crystal hanging on his belt let him see the small space he was in swell slightly as pressure shifted, and he found himself tumbling across the insole of her boot. The red-haired man tried to find something to grab hold of and stop himself from falling forward. All around him, Zoriās toes curled ever so slightly in the wake of her first step.
His heart hammered against the inside of his chest and fear took hold of the man, as he took note of another sign he was shrinking. Looking to his side, he could see Zoriās other massive sun-kissed toes. As he had started to fall, the radius of the light emitting from his crystal had started to dwindle. Rapidly. He was watching, for the first time - the effects of shrinking in real time.
It started from her largest toe, the shadows crept forth, devouring the sight of her largest digit from view. As the man shrunk, so too, did the illuminated area. One by one, each of her toes were lost to the darkness. Until he could only see the underside and thick pad of her pinkie toe.
Alric tried his hardest to find something to cling onto, his hands sliding across the surface of Zoriās pinkie toe. . .and freezing. He was suddenly aware he could see the grooves in her toe. Clear as crystal. His hand skidded across a few of them, as he found himself smaller than ever.
For a moment, he was able to stop his descent as his hand caught hold of something. For a split second, he thought all was well. . .until he noticed what it was he had grappled onto.
His hand had caught onto one of the grooves of her pinkie toe.
Everything seemed to freeze - as it dawned on him.
He was smaller. So small, in fact, her single sun-kissed digit was the scale of a great mountain.
Oh, by the twelve, no.
His senses, more heightened now than ever before, were plunged into sudden sensory overload. His mind couldnāt quite comprehend how massive Zori--no, the gigantic digit he was gripping, was compared to him. A cold sweat broke out over his body, and in that brief stroke of stark terror and incomprehension. . .he found his hand slipping. An attempt was made to grip the groove with the other hand. . .but it was too late by far. His hand slipped. . .and into the void he slid. Down towards the end of her boot; the toe section.
For a few seconds, there was no feeling of contact. Neither her toe or the insole as he tumbled down between them. A single grain of sand in a vast ocean of emptiness.
Alric found himself screaming into the nothingness, a sense of madness starting to take root. His mind was unable to comprehend what was going on, unable to grasp the mere fact he had become so small. That he was in free fall between the bottom of her toe and the insole of her boot as she tilted it mid-step.
White spots danced in the manās vision as everything began to go dark, Alric losing himself for a moment. He didnāt know how small he was, nor where he was. Only that he was falling through the musk-scented air within his best friendās shoe. Any other facts seemed far out of reach, too far for him to grasp and realize.
All he could hear was the wind rushing by him, during his free-fall descent towards the toe section of her boot. His body falling like a rag-doll, not even able to scream any longer. His heart thumped so hard within his chest, it felt like itād burst through.
Then, everything shifted. He could see all of her toes above him, coming down upon him from the darkness above. His crystalās light made all five clear once more. The world seemed to be shifting in size--no, he was getting bigger again!
He felt himself touching down against the surface of her boot, the air knocked out of him. He had little time to react, as Zoriās brown-fleshed toe came crashing down against him. A pressure bore down against his entire form, but it wasnāt as powerful as before.
His emerald colored eyes took in the sight of her toe on top of him. Head turning. He once again had all of her toes within view again.
He felt himself heave desperately, attempting to fill his lungs with air again. Then, heād cough - a wheeze emitted from him; as he struggled to remember how to breathe.
The Hyur let out a shocked, ragged gasp as his vision cleared. He was roughly the size of her pinkie toe again. Trapped between the tip of it and the leather at the toe of her boot. His body trembled as the weight of her foot bore down on him once more. She was taking another step, trapping his lower half under the pad of her toe.
His body was still in a cold sweat, from that brief moment of being so small. Just thinking back to that moment had his breath hitching in his throat. It had frightened him, badly, though he was starting to calm down. This size was something he could understand, and was fine with. Though after a few more steps Zori ceased her walking. He wasnāt sure why, but he was thankful for it nonetheless. Though, her toes started to shift once again. . .as if they sensed he was still inside.
Her toe had started grinding roughly against him once more. He winced in pain, thankful for being so durable. Even so the pressure was intense. Then, she was walking again. Though, this time it lasted only a few short steps. The muffled sounds of Zori sitting on the bed were distantly heard.
He could swear he heard a loud crunching sound, high above him. Was she. . .eating one of the apples?
Her toes relaxed, then flexed about. Wiggling, as theyād start to toy with the now somewhat bigger Alric. He had gotten bigger again. He found his entire body could fit under her pinkie toe, and the digit next to it. His hands reached out, slipping between the two - as heād tried to hoist himself up and out.
However, as he did, her toes pressed down on him. Zori was unaware she was toying with her childhood friend. He felt his body being roughed about. Toes vigorously squeezed him; between the ball of her foot, and the underside of her toes. The young man was entirely at their mercy. Flattened under her toes, rubbed between them, and cruelly crushed under them all as time went on. . .
Zori had decided to sit back down on the bed, recalling there were apples nearby. She didnāt wish to leave Alric alone at his current size, wherever he was. She assumed he was under the covers somewhere. Still waking up, the Miqoātes tail lightly swished about behind her - taking another bite of the apple.
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 7
Word Count: 2242
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/02/2025
He wasnāt quite sure when he had passed out, or how much time had transpired. He felt himself slowly coming to, as a gentle breeze was felt in the air. It was warm. Inviting. . .yet, with a strong scent of. . .cinnamon? What?
Then, the warm gust of air ceased, and he felt a quick shiver across his body; a chill that left Alric yearning for just one more moment of that pleasant puff.
Alric felt himself coming to, the darkness fading away - leaving him with blurry vision, and a number of bright spots, fading in and out of his view. Taking a moment to regain his bearings, Alric noticed he was lying down atop something cold and wooden. Along with the fact he was no longer wearing a shirt, nor pants. . .but a pair of simple black shorts he often wore under his trousers. No wonder he feltā
āTaaake it easāeh. . .you doing alright?ā
A sudden gust of warm air blew over him once more from the side, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, opening them once the gust had passed. Even though it was low in tone and a whisper, Zoriās tired voice had startled him a great deal - given how her face was right up against the desk; with her mouth mere feet away from where he was sitting upright at.
āSorrāeh, sorrāeh! Didnāt mean to startle ya there buddāeh! Beeefore you say anything. . .ā Zori had a somewhat sheepish look on her sleepy features as she spoke. āI took off your clothes to see if you got injured. . .sort of amazed ya donāt got a single bruise on you. . .kinda of wonder what would happen if you fell from high up. I -aināt- gonna do that, buuut. . .just thinking!ā
āYou. . .urghāwait. . .how did you get my clothes off me?ā Alric frowned as his brow furrowed, trying to wrap his head around what she was saying.
At once, he knew something bad had happened - as Zoriās bright sky blue eyes turned to look at anything that wasnāt him; a trait he was well aware of whenever Zori had done something that would earn her a scolding.
āWell, for a liiiāl bit you got a bit bigger. . .didnāt know how long itād last, so, IāI sort of fiddled around with your clothing aaand. . .well, those didnāt tear at least, right?!ā The massive index finger of the giant Miqoāte pointed towards Alric, seeming to gesture towards the last remaining clothing he had on.
ā. . .Zorrri. . .ā Alric stated in a somewhat tired, but annoyed tone.
āāEy, you look cold! Come āere, lemme at least warm you up!ā Alric didnāt protest as his childhood friend reached down to carefully scoop him up within her hand. He seemed to be roughly the same size as he was before, measuring himself from the palm of her hand to the tip of her middle finger. The black and honey-browned haired woman ensured she had a firm grasp on her shrunken friend, her fingers wrapped around most of him. Her index finger rested against his chest, allowing him to have both his arms and upper shoulders free; giving him a clear view as she brought him a bit closer to her face.
From there, he could see she was still seated on the bed - clad in the same clothing as last night, minus her boots which were on the ground and turned to the side. Judging from the light peeking through the window, it was still early on in the day. The coldness from before had quickly faded, replaced by the warmth he felt emitting from her hand.
ā. . .you know, I can still -hear- out of this one!ā Alric declared, gesturing towards one of his ears with his hand; the other hand slapping against her index finger, still curled around his stomach. Though, for the first time she reacted to his shouting. He saw those large ears of hers stand a bit more at attention, swerving to a small degree in his general direction.
āYa know, ya startinā ta sound a liāl flustered there~ā
It was then he noticed those half-lidded, beautiful sky-colored eyes of hers staring right at him. Each one so large, he felt like he could get lost in them. The massive pair of lips before him curled into a lazy smirk. The same playfully teasing expression as last night, seen across her features.
āSorry buddāeh, ya just too fun ta bully in the morninā~ā Zori declared in a low whisper, her breath washing over his form. Although this time, it was much calming than when it had done so earlier. Leaning forward into her index finger, he rested an elbow against it. Reaching for his own face rubbing at it partly, a groan escaped him, trying to calm down after the scare she had given him.
He found himself shifting even closer to her face. Her arm scraped across her pillow, making a faint rumbling sound. Her gigantic form shifting against the bed, head turned to the side. She made sure to keep the tiny man held upright in her closed hand. Fingers twitching, rubbing at his shrunken form.
āHope ya slept ok. . .liāl curious how you ended where I found ya. . .ā She noted in a tired, but curious tone. The hand he was in flexed slightly. Before Alric could explain, her eyes narrowed. The grin she wore stretched even further than before.
āIām starting to think ya enjoying this change in perspective, liāl Alric~ā For a brief second his heart stopped. Liāl Alric?! He found himself opening his mouth to retort, but was unable to find any words to trade with her. Her face drew closer, as he could faintly see himself in her blue-slitted eyes.
āMaybe ya enjoy being played with? Like a little doll, hmm?ā Sheād muse softly to him, going on. āMaybe you were jealous of that Paissa doll after all. . .ā
Alric found himself scowling, recalling the doll from years ago.
It had been an item he had bought for Zori years ago on her birthday. Roughly the size of an action-figure she had slept with it for many moons. A fact heād often teased her for, yet she refused to change. The teasing only got worse, when he caught her kissing it for good luck before a battle. One day, it had gone missing - with neither knowing what had become of it. Zori had been left troubled over it, with Alric never quite understanding why.
āHardly! It was just a mere toy, thatās all!ā The man spoke, emerald green eyes staring back into her sky-blue colored eyes. Her expression remained the same, a small rumbling heard from her throat - as she was trying to contain her laughter.
āAhhh, buddāeh--ā Her warm breath swept across his form again. He scowled at her through it as she continued on. ā--itās ok to be jealous.ā She paused, her eyes focusing on him more than before. She was getting a look he knew all too well. He felt a bit of dread, trying to speak, but she cut him off.
āIn faaact. . .ā Alric quickly shook his head, knowing what the large tomboy had in mind already. He knew her too well. ā. . .why donāt we make up for lost time? What was it you teased me about with it? How. . .hmmm~ā She gave a coy look towards the ceiling. Alric pounded on her finger, attempting to break free to no avail.
He felt himself freeze, however, as her eyes refocused on the prize in her hand. Him.
āAbout how silly it was to kiss it?ā Zori said, saying each word slowly. Her lips parted, teeth on display in a full morning grin.
Her words caused a shiver to be felt down his spine. Then, her teeth parted. Her tongue slipped out and ran across the surface of her lips, causing them to glisten, as she turned her lips inward for a second, rubbing them against each other.
āAhhhh, Zori - NO.ā Alric sounded akin to trying to order a dog around. He gestured as if trying to ward her off. His words and actions amusing to her. The Miqoāte lips and teeth were partly open in a devilish grin.
āI -will- find a way to thump you, I swear it on the twelve!ā The threat was dull and weak, his entire vision being filled with her face. Strands of hair covering her eyes to a degree. Yet he saw them still, looking right at him. Two blue eyes, the size of a small swimming pool. Very aware of how tiny and defenseless he was.
āIām sure ya will, just not nooow~ā Sheād sing under her breath to him. āRight now, youāre my liāl doll buddāeh. . .and Iām gonna enjoy gettinā sum payback. . .ā
His view shifted from her eyes to her lips, as they closed down on him. Her fingers began to unfold, slightly curled as she tilted her hand back; forcing him to lay on his back. He tried to stand and move, but was too slow. His entire world became filled by Zoriās lips.
It was surprisingly gentle at first, those plush lips of hers pressing down against his body. He found himself trying to push them away, but there wasnāt a chance in hell of that working. His entire form sank into them. Try as he might, he couldnāt push them away.
Yet, a part of him didnāt want to. Her hand was warm. . .and her breath washing over him put him at ease. At one point he felt his ears pop, and a bit of suction, forcing him even further against her lips. Then, her lips pulled away. He didnāt move much, finding himself trying to focus. To stop his heart from beating a bit faster than normal. It was only as she pulled away that he noticed he felt a brief chill. He was only semi-aware of a very faint bit of her saliva coated the area she had pressed her lips upon, with the sense of a small droplet dripping down from his chest, all the way down to his stomach.
No words were exchanged as she looked down at him. Smiling. Alric looked back at her. He could see his own embarrassed face, in the reflection of her eyes. Cheeks rose-colored, as he stared at her. She was tired, that much was clear.
For a few moments, they stared at one another. Then, the small Hyur noticed something.
He wasnāt the only one with warmth in his cheeks. Zoriās own face was a light shade of pink. Her breathing had changed as well. As he felt it wash across his form more often.
Ok, why is -she- getting all red? Sheās the one thatās. . .
Alric was broken from his thoughts as her mouth opened. Not as wide when she had yawned, but just enough for him to see past her lips. Soon, her breath washed over him as she exhaled. His red hair was blown about, but not as wild as before. It was a gentle breeze, with more care than last night; when she was warming herself up.
Alric found himself shuddering, calling out to her in an unsure voice. āZ--Zori? What are you--ā
āShhhh. . .ā The Miqoāte lightly shushed him, before that gentle breeze blew against him. He remained sitting, one arm placed behind him, his pale palm laid flat against her own tan one. He looked away briefly, as he felt something against his back. Her fingers slightly curled, each one almost as wide as he was, providing him something to lean back against. The very tip of her middle finger brushed along his backside, remaining there to ensure he didnāt move much.
A few strands of hair in front of her face fluttered about in the wake of Zoriās breath. Each one reminded him of thick vines that he had seen on the more tropical trees elsewhere. He felt an odd urge to climb them to escape this moment, but didnāt.
ā. . .Alric?ā
For a moment, he was lost, aware that she had called to him, having watched those massive lips shift - well kept teeth exposed to him. The movement of that massive beast that was her tongue within, as she said his name.
Then, he found his voice again.
ā. . .yāyeah?ā
Briefly she said nothing, only looked down at her childhood friend, cradled within the palm of her hand. She felt her heart beating steady within her breast. While Alric was amazed by the sheer size of his dearest friend, Zori wasnāt too far away from that same mind space. Within her grasp was someone she cared for, more than anyone else in the world. The sense of butterflies within the pit of her stomach, as her fingers curled just a bit more over Alric. As if wishing to shield him from any harm that the outside world could do to him.
ā. . .ya ok with me doing sum bullying?ā Despite wanting it to come out in a teasing manner, it was asked in a shy and somewhat eager manner. Surprising even herself with how it came out. Zori could see Alric go still for a few short moments. Then, she saw his arm shift. . .his much smaller hand gripped her curled inward thumb. The Miqoāte could feel it.
Then, she saw him nod. . .and that was all she needed, and brought her best friend once more towards her lips. . .
Zori and Alric Short Story - Part 8
Word Count: 3218
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/04/2025
Alric wasnāt sure how it had come to this. The feeling of his best friendās lips pressed against most of his chest and stomach as he felt a shift in size once more. Once measuring from the tip of her index finger all the way to the bottom of her hand. . .he was smaller now. Slowly, he had started to shrink. It would come and go, but he wasnāt focused much on that. The red haired man was too busy biting his bottom lip, as he felt his friendās lips against his bare skin. Lips pressed together, a low-volumed smooch heard as she pulled away, only for a moment, before coming in for another.
They had close calls before, but nothing like this. Friends since they were kids, now grown adults that found themselves lost in a moment of passion. Yet, neither had expected such a moment to be like this. . .
āHāhey. . .go a little easy on me. . .ā Alric stated to her, as he tried to sound commanding, but it only came out in a half-hearted manner. He felt a gust of air from above, as the Miqoāte snorted with her mouth pressed against him. Her sapphire colored eyes glanced down at him, eye-lids more than halfway closed.
āMmm. . .is this easāeh?ā The tanned woman asked in a whisper, with a hint of enjoyment heard within it.
Before he knew it, her lips had parted, and heād find the tip of her massive tongue pressed against his chest. . .slithering down towards his stomach as it focused there for a moment. He felt a bit of pressure, as she pressed it firmly against him. It wasnāt long until he felt most of his front side covered in his larger friendās saliva. He felt a few strands of it dripping down his leg, even though she had not touched his lower half. In fact, she seemed rather intent on his stomach and chestā
All of a sudden, Alric found it harder to breathe as something pressed against his face. It didnāt take long for him to figure out what it was, as the Miqoāte large tongue took its sweet time traveling from the tip of his chin. . .across his face. . .and ending with a playful flick towards the top of his head. Now sporting a rather goofy looking hair style, with the creator of such a style looking down at him.
No words were given, but the amused expression of Zori hanging overhead spoke volumes of how much she was trying not to laugh at how he looked, while also clearly still in the mood to do more to him.
āNot really. . .gah, itās getting everywhere. . .ā Alric stated in a somewhat breathless voice, taking the moment to remember how to breathe again. He felt light-headed, with his heart beating so hard against his chest, he wondered why it wasnāt hurting yet.
For a moment, he saw it. A look in the gigantic sapphire colored eyes that he knew was her getting an idea. Unlike before, he didnāt try to halt whatever it was, curious to see what she was going to do. Her eyes were soon replaced by her lips, curled into a devilish grin. . .then, theyād part.
He felt his heart stop, as if someone had gripped it tightly within a closed fist. His blood ran cold, as the sight above both amazed and terrified him. Two rows of well taken care of teeth was the first thing his eyes went to, a different color compared to the rest of what he was viewing. Her fangs seemed more pronounced than ever, the pair on the upper row of her pearly whites caught his attention above all. The next thing he saw was movement within, demanding his attention at once - focused now upon that damned thing he had assaulted him just moments ago.
Zoriās tongue was roughly the same size he was. . .maybe bigger. He felt light headed from it all, making it hard to compare himself to her now. A trickle of fear ran through his body, making the very tip of his toes feel a bitter cold as he recalled how she had easily consumed his jacket earlier. No doubt within the pit that was her stomach, never to be seen again.
āWāWoah, woah. . .Zori. . .hold on. . .ā
Either she couldnāt hear him or pretended as if she didnāt, as she didnāt pull away. . .but instead, brought her mouth down towards the palm of her hand. Her fingers pressed around her lower face, lips now touched the palm of her hand. . .as she opened her mouth even further.
Before he knew it, Alric found himself trying to lay as flat as he could against the palm of his friend, as Zori had kept her hand leveled. . .but now her mouth was pressed against her hand; wide open and there was no way for him to escape.
Her tongue flicked about in an almost slow, but tireless manner. Clearly eager to do more, yet contained itself for now. Strands of saliva seen attached between her teeth or the roof of her mouth and tongue held for a time. . .others broke, and clung to whatever surface it could within her maw. Dripping down the roof of her mouth. . .her inner cheeks. . .the surface of that large pink tongue of hers. Yet, Zori made sure not to drool on him, but that didnāt stop all of it. Every so often, he felt a small speck of saliva against his body - like one would experience before it started to rain.
Then, he felt that overwhelming sense of peppermint and coco again, as the blue-eyed woman exhaled into her semi-closed hand against her mouth. . .with her small childhood friend almost passing out from it. It wasnāt bad, but the sudden overwhelming scents mixed together along with her warm breath blanket his body.
He forgot how to breathe again, as everything going on at the moment was hitting him harder than ever before.
The warmth threatened to cause him to pass out, as his vision faded in and out for a moment, as she took a moment. . .then repeated it. Another gust of warm cinnamon with coco blew across his body, almost as if he was in a living sauna of sorts.
He lost track of time in that moment, every so often aware of what was going on again, before his brain seemed to shut off. He felt the tip of her tongue, gently tracing along his stomach and chest once again. . .face turned to the side, as it dragged upward again. Alric could swear she could tell, as the very tip of her tongue halted at his ear, as if focused on it for a moment, before it finished its trail upward.
He was semi-aware that his size shifted once or twice. There was a brief moment where he felt his feet touching her bottom lip, while he had lifted his arms to grip at her smooth front teeth - as her tongue seemed a bit more eager to trace along the side of his body. . .and even felt it trace across his lower leg and upper thigh. A single piece of clothing was all he had left, yet, not once did she focus there. He thought so, but it was hard to know if she left it be. . .
Alric wasnāt sure how long the tanned Miqoāte tormented him. There was even a point where she had somehow flipped him over, and he felt her licking up and down his back. His legs. . .arms. . .almost everywhere. It made him wonder what it was like for her. . .
For Zori, it was an experience unlike any other. She was not inexperienced, but this was very new to her. . .and it excited her. The sensation of her best friend within the palm of her hand, to do whatever she wanted with him, yet, she didnāt. She wanted to bully him to be sure, but she still cared and respected him. Yet, she gave into some of her desires. . .knowing whatever she was doing, must have been massive for him; in more ways than one!
Her heart thumped against her chest, as she felt a warmth within her cheeks from what she was doing. Bold as she was, it was something she found herself enjoying. Her spare hand had crept to the bottom of her shirt, slipping under it to let her fingertips drag across the surface of her upper stomach; right below her chest. Right where she felt that flame building within her, as the black and honey brown haired woman enjoyed this moment with him. It was a balance, as in the end she still wanted to make sure no harm came to him.
Yet, she couldnāt herself. She felt as if she had such easy control of the healer within her grasp, easily doing whatever she wanted with her tongue. She didnāt want to take things too far, avoiding a certain area of his. Though, the urge was there. . .to just give in fully. To take him into her mouth and treat him as if he was a cherished candy she couldnāt want to taste. The idea of tossing him about her mouthā
She felt a shudder down her spine, forgetting herself for a moment and that Alric was in her hand. . .as a low moan escaped her mouth. . .
āAlric~ā
It dawned on her that this was not a dream. She wasnāt alone.
And that she had moaned her friendās name aloud in a manner she had not ever done before. Well, at least in a non-joking manner she hadnāt.
The Miqoāte felt as if she had a bucket of ice-cold dumped over her, as Zori ceased everything she was doing for a moment.
Very self-aware of who she had in the palm of her hand.
With the tip of her tongue pressed against his lower stomach.
Then, before she knew it, sheād lift her mouth just a few inches away from her hand. Speaking.
ā. . .ok, I really enjoy this.ā She declared in a low whisper, as her hand shifted so she could see what had become of her dearest friend. A bemused smirk fell across her lips, seeing that he was struggling to sit up right. . .but seemed out of breath. Unable to help herself, Zori brought her hand upward with Alric still struggling to sit up. . .and let her lips press against his body. Holding it there. . .as she felt the pale-skinned man weakly pushed back against her. Yet, she could feel it. . .just enough, that his arms had spread apart. Hugging her lips. . .with the small hope heād return the kiss she was giving him. . .
āNeed a break?ā
Alric found his heart still beating hard against his chest, but it was slowing down. He felt a slight chill, despite her warm breath being felt now and then. He wasnāt even sure if Zori was aware of it, how her saliva had made it more chilly between breaths. How he had felt pressed against those soft lips of hers. . .
How it felt to return that kiss of hers, not knowing if she could feel it.
Despite everything beforehand, the very idea that he had kissed her back. . .despite the size difference, left a sensation of butterflies within his stomach. He wasnāt an elder of course, but boy did he feel like a young lad again. A laugh escaped him at the sense of it all, where he could tell Zori could hear it, as she looked down at him in an amused manner. The slight hint of red in her cheeks.
He felt his own hands reach up towards his face, as he let them rest on top of it. . .eyes, nose, and forehead somewhat covered. Yet his smile was on displayā
āArrre you gitting shy all of a sudden? Awww, whatās up with that?ā Even without looking he knew she was grinning. No doubt happy at the results she had gotten. He kept one hand placed upon his face, refusing to lower them from his eyes. The other reached up, making a swiping motion - as if wishing her away.
āHaaaa. . .wait, you ARE gitting shy!ā The Miqoāte declared, a bit surprised yet gleeful at such a thing.
Alric merely repeated the motion with his arm, a chuckle emitted from him before he spoke. āGo away you fiend. . .ā
āNah, donāt think I will~ā He couldnāt see her, but he could hear the grin in her tone. He refused to look at her. Not wanting to see her beautiful sky blue eyes. . .nor that damn taunting grin that he knew would be there the moment he looked at her. He felt a warmth in his cheeks. His ears as well. . .almost everywhere. He felt his knees bend, almost as if wishing to be in a defensive position.
āāEy, āey! Itās alright. . .you know I aināt gonna hurt ya. . .well, mabbāeh a liāl, but youāll be fine!ā His massive friend stated to him, in an almost sing-song type of manner. He trusted her. Knew he was safe within her hands, in all sense of it. Yet, he didnāt know why. . .he had never felt shy around her before, yet now? It felt. . .different. Although it was. . .
Nice. It felt nice to feel this way.
He felt her thumb gently press itself against the side of his head, not moving it much. Without looking, Alric reached out to loop an arm around it as much as he could. . .as if snuggling up close to her. He could hear a chuckle caught in her throat, as he felt her breathing cease; figuring she had closed her mouth as to not be heard. At his size though, it was hard not to. Every time she shifted about on the bed, it was plain clear to him. The creaking of the bed whenever she shifted her weight, while trying to keep her hand with him in it leveled.
Even when he was normal sized, Zori was somewhat bigger than a normal Miqoāte. A fact she was rather proud of, more so due to walking the path of a monk - with her weapon being her body. He had often made sure she took care of herself. . .an act she seemed rather fond of.
Alric shifted the hand gripping her thumb, rubbing and groping at it as if it was her. In return, he felt the thumb return the favor, very carefully rubbing against his hair. . .and then the side of his body. Before long, it bent over him and rested against his chest and stomach; forcing him somewhat against the base of her thumb. He could feel the fold in her skin to his side and under him, along with her scent. He kept his eyes closed, but removed the hand covering his face. . .only to replace it with her thumb as he buried his face against the bend in her large sun-kissed digit.
āHehe~ā
Heād snort against her thumb, muffled to a point he was sure Zori couldnāt hear it - as he could tell she was rather proud of herself. Yet, it made him happy. . .holding her thumb as if it was her. Unable to contain himself, he buried his face deep within the bend of her thumb. . .and kissed it. He was sure she couldnāt feelā
He heard her breath cease for a moment, body gone still. . .as he felt himself become nervous. Unsure if she felt it, something was happening orā
ā. . .again. . .ā
Did. . .she feel it? He wasnāt sure, as he kept still for a moment. Her scent was a bit stronger where he was. The natural scent along with the shampoo she used the night before.
Then, heād repeat it and knew at once she felt it, as he felt the hand he was within trembled for a moment. A soft sigh heard, before he felt it wash over him. . .and could even swear he felt her hand become warmer as a result.
ā. . .keep doing that.ā
Her tone was different. It wasnāt playful like before, but a low. . .almost longing whisper, with a hint of enjoyment in it. He had shifted in size again, the thumb not as large as before. Now just big enough to cover his chest. He felt his feet dangle somewhat over the edge of her hand, but her hand was still larger than he was. When did that happen? He was so caught up in the moment, he hadnāt even. . .
His lips pressed against the same spot again, though this time he held it longer. . .and let his tongue play across the surface.
Zori felt an odd sensation that caused her toes to curl against the blankets she was resting on top of. Her other hand had remained directly under her bust, that flame within started to grow. Her entire body was heating up, as she felt Alric kissāno, he was even licking her thumb now. Oh Twelve. . .despite his size, it was a sensitive spot of hers, but she loved it. Wanted more of it. She felt her own knees bend somewhat, doing all she could to keep the hand with Alric in it steady. Yet, itād shake now and then with each kiss. Each lick. How she felt and saw his hands exploring her thumb, knowing he felt something in this too.
That. That right there, was what made her want it all the more. To fuel the fire for the both of them, as they started to explore how they felt in this very moment.
Yet, she wanted him to do more. There was a strong desire building up within her. . .to make him pay such attention to other parts of her. From her fingers all the way down to the tip of her toes. She wonder how itād feelā
A short-lived gasp that shifted into a moan, as she felt something different. . .something she had NOT expected. He had been kissing and licking the same spot this entire time, but she felt a very faint pinch. . .nowhere near enough to cause pain, and she almost thought she was tricking herself. Yet, as she stared down at him, sheād see it. He was biting her thumb. . .and felt his tongue press right against that sensitive spot of hers. Eyes still closed, refusing to look at her. . .yet, all it did was build up the desire to give into it fully. To keep ordering him to continue. . .and to do whatever she wanted to him.
āAhhh. . .Alric. . .youāre just. . .youāre all mine.ā She stated in a low breathless manner, yet it was clear it was a statement. Something she could tell he heard loud and clear, given how much more he started to cling to her thumb.
She knew they couldnāt do this all day. She still had to find a way to help him return to normal, yet, what was the rush? It couldnāt hurt to explore this moment. . .to do other things with him, right?
Zori made up her mind, as she knew what she wanted to do.