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tiredfox64 · 3 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering can you write Earthrealm champions x Arab reader who is like a Marcelina from Adventures time. She basically doesn’t need blood to feed and she sucking the red from things making it grey and one day when the boys was in mission reader jumps on Kenshi and sucked his coat dry.

Cherry Cola

Yip notes: Ngl Adventure Time scared me as a kid and I still won’t watch it.

Pairings: Earthrealmer Champions x Vampire! Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Bonk, somewhat proofread

Something is wrong at the Wu Shi Academy. The monks have been discussing the possibility of a wild animal in the area. But what kind of animal sucks the color out of a piece of fruit? And what could leave such big holes behind?

Oh, this doesn’t seem good. Vaeternus must be behind this. What else could create such marks? Why would they be targeting fruit? Nobody knows but they will still believe they are behind this.

This situation has put many on edge. Liu Kang would look into this himself but this might be a better mission for his champions to go on. He is confident that no one will be hurt. Because if this being is what he thinks it is then it will only be harmful to a primary color.

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All four of the men walked through the wooded forest of the mountains. They followed a trail of plants that were missing their colors. Roses, berries, mushrooms, and leaves. All of them had two holes left behind. Johnny took a look at one of the mushrooms and saw how deep the puncture wound went. He grimaced at the thought of being bitten by the possible vaeternian that was doing this.

“Damn, I really hope we don’t come across this thing.”

“Better to catch it now than let it roam around and believe it can do whatever it wants.” Kung Lao replied to Johnny’s worry.

“What is it, Cage? Afraid to be bit?” Kenshi teased his friend.

“Johnny’s concerns are reasonable,” Raiden advocated for him, “But we should try to capture whatever this thing is. Even if it is not a vaeternian it is something else that doesn’t mind sinking its teeth into things.”

It doesn’t help Johnny’s nerves that they were wearing the same outfits they wore when hunting down Shang Tsung. The outfits were made to lessen any possible injuries. His face is still open though! What’s gonna stop this creature from taking a bite out of his nose and sucking him dry…pause.

If a mosquito can find an opening, so could a vaeturnian, if this is a vaeturnian.

The further they walked the more they saw the flora missing its color. Raiden and Kung Lao began to recognize something. All of the plants and fruit they had seen would have been red. Everything else had been left alone. They give each other a look before looking at Kenshi. It might have been a bad move to let him wander with a coat that was almost all red. He is literally a walking platter of food for whatever is out there. It certainly isn’t a vaeturnian but it has vampiric elements.

They were passing by a cave before Johnny stopped them, “Woah, you guys better take a look at this.”

The three stepped back and looked at where Johnny shined his light. Further in the cave was evidence that there was someone staying there. There was literally a house in the cave. It looked a little rundown, but it wasn’t in any bad shape. The true evidence that showed that someone was there was the pile of rose petals. Half of the rose petals have been drained of their color.

“Nope, nope, nope.” Johnny wanted to turn back but Raiden stopped him.

“We have to finish our investigation, Johnny.”

“Do you not see what I’m seeing? That’s a trap. It’s a trap to lure us in and when we are deep into the cave whatever is in there is gonna bite the back of our necks.”

“You should stop using your phone. All those conspiracy theories are making you paranoid. This is not one of those “liminal spaces” you talk about.” Kung Lao mocked Johnny for being so afraid.

While those idiots argued about what to do Kenshi stood there in confusion. His vision could only make him see so far. He didn’t see what everyone else saw. He didn’t even know that the flowers and fruit were missing colors.

It didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was end this mess. He took out Sento and carefully made his way into the cave while everyone else kept arguing. The further he went the more he saw the house. The feeling of being watched hit him hard and he feared he might have walked into something dangerous. His head looked up and saw…

“Huh?”

A being. A human being or so he thinks. All he can see is someone upside down with their feet planted on the rock ceiling. He couldn’t see many details since he could only see the blue outline of the body. He stared in awe as he tried to figure out what was going on. That left Kenshi wide open to the mouth of a ferocious beast.

The head of this creature turned slowly towards him. The creature lunged at him before Kenshi could bring Sento up to protect him. Its body collided with his and he was knocked to the ground. Its mouth opened wide and Kenshi could see the razor-sharp fangs. He heard Johnny yell out to him.

“KENSHI!!”

Down the fangs came onto Kenshi’s…clothes…?

Wait what? Hold on, did I misread that? Ah, okay, this was more dramatic on his end than yours. Let’s step back a bit and get your side of the story.

You are no vaeturnian, you’re just a chill vampire. You look the role and play the role except you have an easier time when it comes to feasting. You don’t need to go out hunting every night for a human body to suck the blood out of nor do you need to pin down a bear and drink its blood. You have it easier by only needing to drink anything red.

It’s way more pleasant than blood. Blood is metallic and the taste stays longer than you would like. But when it’s something like berries or rose petals, it’s much more flavorful. It’s floral, it’s bitter, it’s sweet, it’s way better than blood.

You declared yourself a “vegetarian”. No drinking blood, only the color red. You wandered around the land trying to find new objects that had the color red to them. You found that being near the Wu Shi Academy was beneficial because of the many plants that were around and the clothes they left out to dry.

Oh you scoundrel, no wonder some of Kung Lao’s clothes were losing color. You couldn’t help it. Once you realized clothes had a whole different taste you had to try whatever you could. Kung Lao was like a sweet lychee to you. He was your favorite to feast on.

The little bit you could get from Raiden was alright. He would taste like blood orange if his amulet wasn’t involved. He was way too metallic with all that lightning he was producing. On the rare occasion you got to steal from Johnny he had a red wine taste to him. It’s sweet but could use more aging than he would be perfect.

You never got the chance to try Kenshi however. It’s a shame. You saw how he always wore red but he never left his clothes out to dry. It must be his expensive taste and how his clothes need dry cleaning kind of care. He just looked so tasty with all that red he wore. You thought you would never get the chance to taste that delicious man. So you sulked in your cold and lonely cave, drinking from the same old things.

Your wishes must have been heard since you heard people approaching your cave. You went into hiding by crawling on the cave ceiling and hiding behind a stalactite. You peeked to see who your mysterious visitors were. You were unable to see them until

gasp Kenshi?! All in red? What a treat!

You walked out from behind the stalactite to get a better view of him. That’s when he peered up at you with that lovely red cloth covering his eyes. This was it. This was your big moment to finally get a taste of him.

You lunged at him with a wide smile on your face. You were on him in an instant with your teeth ready to snag onto his coat. You heard the yell that Johnny let out but paid no mind to it. Down you snapped your mouth on his coat and began to suck the color right off of it.

Kenshi was rightfully confused. All he could see was you nibbling on his coat. He couldn’t see how the cherry red color was slowly draining from his clothes, leaving only a pale gray color. Johnny was the first to run over to Kenshi and you. He shined the light at you guys so he could see what was going on. He was perplexed by the spectacle in front of him. You were not harming Kenshi at all. You were harming his clothes more than anything.

“Wh-What is she doing?” Kenshi asked.

Johnny stayed silent as he struggled to explain the situation to the blind swordsman. How could he logically explain that all the color in his clothes was draining away? Raiden and Kung Lao came running, only to be stunned by the situation at hand.

“Would anyone like to tell me what is going on?” Kenshi asked once more, sounding more aggravated this time.

“She seems to be…uh…” Raiden was struggling to tell Kenshi the truth without upsetting him. Don’t worry, Kung Lao will say it.

“She is sucking the color right out of your clothes.”

“WHAT!?”

Just as you were about to finish sucking the last of the cherry red color, you felt the back of your head being hit with something. It made a loud thunk noise and you finally unlatched your jaw. You backed away while rubbing the spot where you got hit. You assumed that Kenshi hit you with the handle of Sento.

The men helped Kenshi up and looked at the damage you have done. All of the color in his coat was drained. There were only a few items of clothing that still had their red color. It’s not a bad look on him but that doesn’t help the fact that your actions were uncalled for. You hadn’t the slightest bit of guilt on your face. You seemed happy and full. Very gluttonous of you

“What was that?” Johnny asked.

“What was what?”

“That! That thing you did to Kenshi! How did you suck the color off his clothes?” Johnny’s concerns were echoing through the cave.

“Johnny, I think that is her ability. I think she can drink anything that is red.” What would these idiots do without Raiden?

You nodded your head, agreeing with Raiden’s spot on observation.

“So, if you drink red things, why have fangs if they are not used to cut through flesh?”

“You can’t drink soda without popping a hole in it. I need an entrance to suck the color out.” You answered Kung Lao with as much attitude as you could provide because his question was just stupid.

“So just to be one hundred percent with you, you weren’t trying to suck the blood out of Kenshi?”

This moment was weirdly incomprehensible to Johnny. He has never encountered a vampire creature that only sucked the color out of things.

“Clearly not! I don’t even like blood. The color red is much sweeter. He was really sweet, like uh cherry cola kind of sweet.”

There was silence for only five seconds. In those five seconds, the men found this situation a bit funnier, except for Kenshi. They realized there was nothing to worry about. You were an extremely harmless vampire who only sucks the red out of things.

“Wonderful…I think we can return to Liu Kang now. We can tell him that the culprit has been found.” Kenshi turned away from everyone and started to walk off. He put Sento away and walked with his fist clenched tightly. This day was just too weird for the men but it sure would be an interesting story to tell Liu Kang.

“Wait!” You called out to Kenshi.

He stopped for a second, hoping to hear an apology come from your red-stained lips. It could be about ruining his clothes, or pouncing on him, or even worrying everyone. But instead, you decided to say.

“Can I drink the red part of your shoes?”

“Haven’t you had enough?” Give Kenshi a break, please.

Yap notes: Not too sure I liked this one but I tried my best. I was pushing through my depression but nothing was making me feel great. Lots of thunderstorms and heat so it makes me a bit ill. Hopefully I can do a little better for the next fic I write. Sorry again if this wasn't my best. Adiós!

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gunbun · 18 days ago

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Gunbun's Attempt At A Tiona Eryut Explainer Because I Apparently Have Some Kind of Following Now

(For the record I'm bun.breaker on discord, just send me an ask telling me who you are and I'll gladly accept any and all requests if you wanna yell about OCs)

Preface: All references to things like "now" and "x years ago" are relative to the start of Dawntrail. I uh… look, the developers gave us a time bubble so I'm lettin' time happen. ANYWAY.

All of this is subject to change due to MSQ or because I fuckin' feel like it.

A HISTORY OF A VERY AGGRESSIVE RABBIT WHO IS ALSO THE SAVIOUR OF THE KNOWN UNIVERSE follows below.

Tiona Eryut was born in the springtime as Tiona Eryut approximately 203 years ago in Yyasulani (now known as Heritage Found). She is the last of seven children to be born to the Eryut clan, a weird shetona hippie collective that had a couple of martial artists in it.

At some point in her youth, Tiona left Tural and ended up traveling far to Radz-at-Han in search of formal education and a desire to see the world. Not uncommon for Shetona.

Upon arrival in Thavnair, she spent a lot of time attending university at Radz-at-Han and learned about civil engineering. She was always good with her hands in addition to martial combat and paid her way via odd jobs… and then she discovered adventuring.

Over time she met a bunch of people who were viera refugees from Dalmasca who were getting their shit kicked in by the Garlean Empire.

She joined the Resistance. And did a few unnecessary civilian murder/terrorism things as part of that. She then got bumped on the head real bad in combat and forgot everything I just wrote down.

Tiona is recovering in a field hospital who-knows-where when she gets the cosmic text message to Hear, Feel, Think. Well, her hearing works. She feels like shit, and she thinks her name is Tiona Eryut, but anything more than that is just…. vague. To this day, apart from a few instances from her past that I occasionally bring up in fanfics for dramatic purposes, she doesn't remember much from before then. She also lost the ability to read, but chalked it up to her being in a new place. That new place is Limsa Lominsa.

The Main Scenario Quest pretty much plays out like it does; Tiona had a roommate named Keltgeim for awhile who helped her find her feet and eventually Tiona sets out to Be An Adventurer, because that's a decent living and she's here now, time to make the best of it.

Upon meeting and joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, she is taught (again?) how to read by Urianger Augurelt, but due to the particular nature of her bonk on the head, it's slow going.

Events continue, and Tiona and Urianger become fast friends. He lets her know that he's trying to get to the bottom of everything and might need to do deep cover missions. She was in a sort of military before, she gets it.

Tiona was developing feelings, and was about to say something to Urianger about it when Moenbryda came… and went. He was so grieved that she compartmentalized that fact for probably longer than she should have.

Heavensward proceeds for Tiona pretty much as advertised. When the Warriors of Darkness come around and Urianger finally gives the jig up she yelled at him about how THAT was his SUPER SECRET DISGUISE? Dude. (But hey, it worked… somehow?). Same with Stormblood.

Except by now Tiona and Urianger are dancing around the fact that there's this mutual attraction thing going on. They finally put on their Big Scion Pants and make plans for a date --

-- and then Crystal Exarch fucks up his gacha pull.

Now we get to Shadowbringers. Tiona was Big Mad at Crystal Exarch, even knowing who he was. And then The Plot got in the way of her and Urianger even having any kind of discussion about what was happening between them, and besides, it had been years for Urianger. So much could have changed.

Well, no, nothing changed, and right after Urianger's Big Lie, they skipped like eight steps in the relationship process and had some eager, rushed sex and I-love-yous before going off to the Tempest.

I WROTE A FANFIC ABOUT THIS PART. THREE OF THEM ACTUALLY, YOU CAN READ THEM HERE.

Don't worry. Tiona and G'raha Tia work it out and become bros.

Endwalker happens. Again, mostly as advertised. Tiona is doing her maximum emotional compartmentalization to get through it all.

At the end of all things Hydaelyn says to her that she will finally be granted the clarity she was looking for, because she found the answer to the big questions. This puzzles Tiona, who forgets all about it when she discovers that Sharlayan. Was Building. A Starship.

Adventuring AND engineering? Sign her up! During this time she notices that she's actually able to read things more quickly, but chalks it up to adrenaline.

The Scions of the Seventh Dawn become Etheirys' very first astronauts. Somehow she manages to hold it together through all of Ultima Thule and the big fight with Endsinger. She pats Meteion on the head, tears Zenos Galvus into pieces at the edge of the universe, and then promptly dies of her injuries.

BUT HEY REMEMBER, WE'RE IN A DYNAMIS FIELD. The Scions are shocked, but G'raha Tia has been shipping Tiona and Urianger across two goddamn timelines and he swore this one wouldn't go sour --

-- and the Scions accomplish a true resurrection to bring Tiona back to life. How? Why? IDK, dynamis.

Tiona is fucking wrecked from her fight with Zenos and has a prolonged recovery time and medical supervision from cutting-edge Sharlayan chirurgeons.

She decides that she's got nothing better to do and bullies Fourchenault Leveilleur into giving her Sharlayan citizenship and a chance to present an Archon thesis. (I'M WRITING A FANFIC ABOUT THIS PART BUT IT'S KIND OF HIT A WALL. THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS ARE HERE.) This appears to be what Hydaelyn meant when she said Tiona would obtain clarity. Her memories of her past will likely never come back, but she can move forward with everything in order to be the best version of herself.

Tiona Eryut spends the better part of two years in recovery developing the Azem F-1 aetheromagitek starship engine. Notable contributors to the thesis are Urianger Augurelt, Nero Scaeva, Jude Rose, and Thrustingway of Mare Lamentorum.

It's during this time that Urianger and Tiona do something highly improbable and MAKE A WHOLE BABY. His name is Alsault Eryut. Urianger heard somewhere that viera are matriarchal and Tiona doesn't even remember that she's from Tural so that sounds good to her.

Then 6.x patches happen, and riiiiight before we start hearing about going to Tural, 15 years pass. During this time Tiona and Urianger adopt a war orphan named Roroko Roko. Sharlayan formally commissions her to begin development on a useable whole starship based around the Azem F-1 engine. She calls up Nero Scaeva and the gang again and they get to work.

Oops, Urianger and Tiona fell in love with Nero along the way. Oops.

Dawntrail! Again! Exactly as advertised except when Tiona decides to let Erenville show her around Shaaloani, something interesting happens.

Someone calls her by name.

That's fuckin' weird, Tiona thinks, remembering nothing. Erenville, ever helpful, asks some leading questions and we learn that Tiona and he are from the same general area!

-- oh it's the dome? Well, shit.

Cahciua says "you look like one of my cousins!" and Tiona laughs it off and isn't really thinking too much about what happened in Shaaloani, there's world-changing weird-shit going on--

Then the MSQ got in the way and we were partying hard in Tuliyollal, happy to end Yet Another World-Ending Threat.

Erenville does Tiona a solid and gives her the following information:

Yatzil Eryut - Tiona's father. (Imagine a viera who looks just like Danny DeVito.) He has the same blue hair she does. He's living in Solution 9. He is a cousin of Cahciua. (that means Tiona and Erenville are first cousins once removed, but she was born ages before he was, so this is just a fun factoid at this point.)

How Erenville feels about having Tiona, who makes Wuk Lamat look like an indecisive scaredy cat, as a blood relative, is yet to be determined.

Chel Eryut

Seti Eryut

Nima Eryut - Three of Tiona's six siblings. All women. Alive, but locations unknown.

Alsault Eryut followed his little-big sister Roroko Roko to college after partying around Tural with his dad and Uncle Thancred. He's about 19 or so now. Kind of a himbo but a very accomplished artist.

#oc: tiona eryut #ship: lepus #dawntrail

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gargusscp · 7 months ago

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When She Was Just-

(More fanfic of @zal-cryptid's Misfits in Toyland comic. Contains size stuff, so reader beware.)

“So you just sit on down, get yourself comfy, and I’ll be right back to start our playdate!”

Easier said than done, Beau thought to herself, squirming on the spot for a decent position on the couch as Dolly flop-skipped out the room, singing a tuneless babble. If Toyland had one notable disadvantage - once you exhausted the obvious grievances with losing your old life and existing as a plaything for probably all eternity - it was the lack of halfway decent furniture. Chairs and beds made to fit a doll weren’t exactly designed with human comforts in mind. Little give to their rigid wood and plastic frames, cushioning a sliver-thin strip of foam at best, too often ever so slightly disproportionate for all except one user. Beau herself could hardly roll half a turn either way in her own bed without risking falling out, let alone find a non-cramped spot on Dolly’s ratty wool sofa.

Granted, Beau took issue with her proportions in nearly all matters. A porcelain-figurine of a shepherdess, she towered over most other folk in Toyland. The Barbie doll down the lane claimed she felt no perspective different at twelve inches from her 5’6” human height; Beau, once 4’11”, felt quite the substantial difference at eighteen. That Barbie girl barely measured to the bottom of Beau’s chest. Her life as a vanishing slip ended the day she kicked her way from her arrival box and felt the dimensions of her new form , a figurine sculpted for detail over function, garbed in a needlessly voluminous lace gown triple her natural width. Actions major and minor all the day came with overbearing reminder she was, all told, huge.

Waking in the morning? Bumps and bonks reaffirming her playset of a home was hastily retro-fitted to just barely accommodate her bulk. Passing other toys in the public square? Snickers about her heavy trod and long shadow. Chatting with friends after a day in the fields? Oh God, how her voice so easily overwhelms the group.

One such chat started her path to this damnably undersized couch, why oh why won’t her dress gather without bunching and bulging in the small of her back? “You seem real tense lately, Beau.” “You spend too much time tending your flock, Beau.” “I didn’t know you could micromanage sheep.” They had a point, she did feel wound up, and without any mechanism to blame. Absolutely nothing to do with her work, they simply didn’t understand how much it meant to her, but a point on the mark is a point on the mark. Even so, she felt reticent about visiting Dolly when the subject inspired some… less than altogether pure remarks. “Oh, a playdate with Dolly is just what you need, big girl!” “Yeah, I hear she’s got the magic touch, pushes all your buttons if you got ‘em.” “I dunnow, seems more adventurous than Beau’s used to.”

She sulked in her home for some hours after, twiddling the too-small business card in her spindly fingers, torn between offense at their implications and genuine curiosity. The language Dolly used in advertising her services left anyone a smidgen past pure childhood innocence little room to ignore the barely-hidden meaning. Chance was right, she generally wouldn’t entertain those sorta transactions. On the other hand (flicking the card from one to the other), despite the crude jokes around “playing with Dolly,” the ragdoll seemed plenty friendly whenever Beau had occasion for brief exchanges to and from work, and those who did partake never so much as hinted at anything untoward. Just the surface-level meaning any halfway literate could take from the text.

Which posed some trouble when Beau hoped the rumors were true. Knew her frustrations ran deeper than simply too much time in the Arctic sun standing over sheep who, strictly speaking, needed no herding. Wanted to come right out and ask for the weirdest sort of help resolving her deepest set issue with life in Toyland. Yet if she guessed wrong, if Dolly’s play sessions were half so wholesome as suspected, there’d be zero chance of looking her straight in the button eye for a long time coming. Beau felt flushed, but her skin remained its neutral painted shade as she fiddled and twiddled, thinking long into the night.

After a week’s protracted thought, Beau had worked a free afternoon into her schedule, left a note on Dolly’s doorstep announcing her visit and available hours, spent a sleepless night cursing the inventor of packing foam, and squeezed into Dolly’s residence at the appointed time. The way she figured, best to play it cool, wend her way to the point roundabout as she can manage, and hope against hope Dolly gets the idea, and moreover, approves. If not… well, running away isn’t exactly difficult at her size. Though she may crack a doorframe or two in the rush.

So she sat, or rather shifted and bounced in vain with sitting a fleeting incidental matter, trying to distract herself from a welling panic in her breast by focusing on the details of Dolly’s foyer. No need to run if she busied her eyes studying the cardboard cutout of a flame in the fireplace, crayon scribblings of yellows and oranges subtly shifting in a dance implying warmth she could not feel. Why question her purpose in coming here when she could examine the conversation pieces on the coffee table, seemingly alphabet blocks with notably peeling paint and assorted accessories from mismatched doll lines chipped in odd places? Oh God, this was a bad idea, but don’t think about that, think about the imitation-wood wallpaper, or the paper-printout throw rug in the corner, or the approaching sound of rags on smoothed balsa wood!

Beau templed her hands over her face, pinching her nose so hard she risked shattering it and index fingers alike. You can do this, she thought, screwing her eyes shut. Just ask like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Alrighty! I’m… ready! How ‘bout… you?”

She blinked, turned, and looked down. Dolly shuffled backwards through the entryway, dragging a gallon-size ziplock full to bursting with cotton balls in her wake. “Sorry I took my time! Had to think’ve… something we could use for… sheep!” she beamed. “Didn’t… phew… didn’t want to ask yours to come in! Gotta keep things private, y’know!”

Funny the things you notice when forcing your thoughts away from undesired conclusions. As Beau sat ramrod stiff, hands still hovering before her mouth, her gaze darted all over Dolly, taking in aspects of her person as substitute for the chant oh, Oh no, oh no no no, she really does just want to play at counting sheep, this is bad, get out, abort, abort! The polished button eyes which twisted about and pressed on her face ever so slightly to distort the surrounding area into expressions. The rosy patch circles on her cheeks Beau swore sometimes grew and shrank in size with Dolly’s mood. The faded candystripe pattern of her burlap dress - shorter than her usual outfit, or just Beau’s imagination? The… well, the slightness. Dolly stood somewhat taller than most humanoid toyfolk (if still a few inches shy of Beau’s height), but being a cotton-stuffed ragdoll made her seem so insubstantial. Hardly any klumphing from her step, a wavering quality to her gestures, so light that the occasional jostle when passing her could knock her several body lengths away. Not a rigid or heavy thing about her.

“Sooooo…?”

Beau flinched. She should probably say something.

“I’m… sure they wouldn’t mind, if you asked…”

“Naaaah, don’t be silly!” Dolly waved off the notion, wrist bouncing every which way. “I see you in the fields, acting all Miss Bossy Lady with ‘em, hardly having any fun! All they’d do is get you doing that again! Sure, if you wanna invite, I won’t say no, but as Toyland’s first ‘n’ best professional playmate, I gotta say you’re better off with THESE sheep today!”

She hefted an armful of cotton balls, cradling them back and forth while bleating, “Baaa! Baaa!”

Beau coughed. “Well, you know, I… it’s the right way of doing things. A shepherd, well… she tends her flock and… makes sure they go where they need to…”

“Plus!” Dolly scampered over and tugged at Beau’s voluminous dress folds, encouraging her to come over to the “flock.” “Plus, I’ve heard you talkin’ all the time! Who could miss it? You’re usually SUPER confident and forward. Don’t give anyone a turn until you’re done! Being all ‘uh’ and ‘err’ and ‘well..’ ain’t like you! Trust me, if you’re here and being Miss Hem Haw instead of Miss Bossy Lady, you NEED this!”

For her stature and composition, Dolly pulled surprisingly hard, prompting Beau to rise and at least begin hesitantly stepping towards the cotton pile, lest her dress tear under enthusiastic hands. “Right, but the thing is… I don’t exactly w-”

“So!” Dolly plopped herself down on the floor, busied beyond hearing with her ideas for the next few hours. “We got your sheep here, right? And you’ve got your you, and since you’re the shepherdess, you’re gonna do shepherdess things for them! EXCEPT! We aren’t gonna do your boring herding stuff, we’re gonna have fun! Name the sheep, get to know them, let ‘em scamper around, jump some fences, do some counting, maybe a nap in the middle if it makes us sleepy!”

“Dolly…”

“That’s all for later, though! What’d you think THIS little sheepie’s name should be?”

“Dolly, may I please say something before we start?”

She wished she still had a tongue to bite. The request wasn’t meant to come out quite so impatient, barking. If Dolly minded the sudden shot of aggression, it only evidenced through her face going neutral for a moment or two before breaking back into a wide smile. “Sure thing! Whatcha got?” And then her head lolled to the side, resting angled cross her shoulder in a way Beau always found offputting. No matter how much she knew this as Dolly’s I’m Listening I’m Hearing Honest pose, the limp stillness in her manner creeped a body out.

With a heavy sigh, Beau gathered her skirts and lowered herself cross-legged to the floor, intent on getting this right. Steady and honest, she reminded herself, tucking and checking the fabric for comfort. Wend your way in, give the full picture, keep your head, hope for the best. Right. Here goes.

“I am sure you have heard me tell how I came to the island, or at least heard from another who has,” she began, voice low and level as manageable. “Short, skinny little Beau used to flying under everyone’s notice, suddenly so big a toy she’s practically eight feet tall compared to all the rest. I am not stupid, I took one look at myself and figured a good rough version of why I came here - and a bit of talking to my neighbors cemented it. All those years dodging attention, dodging responsibility, shirking duties for increasingly ephemeral reasons until I wasn’t taking proper care of my own health, let alone the people I might have helped if I took a tiny bit of interest in my life? And now I’m a shepherd in Toyland with a flock waiting? The message was pretty clear: shape up, adopt this duty, learn some discipline and make some proper commitments for once.”

A pause, to glance at Dolly for response. Absolutely none, as expected, blank-eyed and still. When she listens, she does literally nothing else.

“So I did what was expected. And it helped, it really has, I like being shepherd for the sheep. I do not know if they’re toyfolk themselves or just extensions for my punishment, but I get up, I tend them however long they need tending, and then I go home. That is my life, and I think it a good life. I live on a clock where I let hours slip, I’m assertive where I let others step on me, I’m a responsible person with a point to her life instead of a slacker doormat of no worth or use. All to say… I just do not think playing cotton ball sheep is what I need here. My job is playing the person I’m supposed to be, so there is no need to replicate it. Right?

Expecting Dolly’s continued silence and mentally readying a third leg to her spiel, Beau jolted hard when the ragdoll’s head shot up and said, “Okay! We don’t gotta play sheep! What do you wanna play, then?”

With a shudder, Beau steered towards her main point. “Right. The reason I came here today… the REASON I came here today is because I have felt one.. one major problem the entire time I have lived here.” Good Lord, could her speech be more stilted? “Not something you would expect most to complain about, probably too silly for consideration, I should just g…” She promised herself. No running until outright rejection. Say it. “I do not like… I want… well…”

“Your clothes? Do you wanna play dress-up? I’ve got some-”

There go the floodgates.

“I hate being so much taller than everyone! It’s not just bumping my head and knocking people over and never finding anything in my size, that all sucks but I’m sick of being so BIG overall! I woke up in my box and I looked around and I thought oh my God, it finally happened! Because I was always short, right, and I had a THING for it and wanted to be even smaller, smaller than possible, and here I was under two feet and telling myself well, you’re not a person anymore, but you’ve got your dream, that’s something at least. And then I wander into town and what do you know, they’re all shrimps compared to me, I’m practically a living colossus compared to everyone, and I have to learn how to be responsible and punctual and outward while living in THIS body? THIS gigantic freak of a thing? I’m the runt I always fantasized about and I can’t even feel it and it’s just too much and I want.. I want… I…”

Beau could not remotely account how, lacking lungs and all, she winded herself spilling her secret in one prolonged babble. Regardless mechanics, she sat there on the floor, huffing for breath, fully aware she looked an enormous fool in figurative and literal terms. Somewhere in her rant, Dolly’s head had lolled to the side again, which gave Beau the impression she could, perhaps, sneak out without further embarrassment. The other toys sometimes said Dolly’s true self fugued away years ago; maybe if she made the door before Dolly straightened out, she wouldn’t be mis-

“Oh! Ohhhhhhh! I get it now! You wanna play Big Girl/Little Girl!”

-ssssssssssssssssssssssss-

“You be the little girl and I be the big girl, right?”

-sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-

“I can do that easy! You shoulda said when we came in, we coulda been at it ages by now! C’mon, up, up, just gotta use your imagination for this one!”

-sed. Through mentally sibilating, Beau let Dolly’s mitten-like hands grasp her overlarge yet slender digits and guide the towering shepherdess to her feet, passively swaying on the spot. From where she stood, she could not possibly imagine how Dolly meant to fulfill the roles as proposed. Half due to still whirling through panic at her shame being so readily accepted, half due to standing some six inches higher than the doll’s crown. Gazing through doubled vision at the knots and kinks of black yarn hair, Beau tried to picture Dolly as the taller of the two, and failed as her mind blanked.

“It’s alright!” Dolly piped up, rags still grasping porcelain. “This is to help you relax, but you gotta do that at least a little to get going!” She stood there, neck considerably craned and mouth brightly curved until Beau adjusted her stance, an honest effort at playing willing participant rather than shellshocked statue. “Great! Now, I’m just gonna…” Dolly shuffled herself back and forth, producing a light scuffing whenever she bumped Beau’s dress. “...and a bit of…” Her head bounced about, hair bobs threatening to shake from their bows. “...aaaaaaand!”

A rag foot went lightly fwuph upon the floor. “Hi there, little girl!” she giggled, looking down. “I’m big girl!”

The air in the room hung still as seconds tip-toed by. Beau measured her options. Responding as Dolly clearly expected didn’t feel right. Walking out ran the risk of Dolly telling someone later. Screaming felt undignified. She settled, somewhat reticently, on polite suggestion.

“Uh, Dolly? I am not entirely sure if you have noticed but… I am… I’m up here? Would it help if I laid down? You might look pretty tall then…”

“Huh!” Dolly kept her eyes fixed firm on the floor between them. “That’s weird! I definitely see little girl Beau down there! She’s sooo tiny! Hi there, lil’ Beau!” Her hand waved carelessly about for a few pendulations, until her forehead wrinkled, her arm slowed, and she asked, “Wait… you’ve never played like this before, have you?”

“Well, I might have roleplayed online some in college, but… look, are you sure I should be standing for this? I don’t want to tell you how to do your job or anything, but if we’re being open and honest about this, you could try uh… stepping on me to get the point across?”

“Nahhhh, that’s Dommy Mommy, we don’t need to make pretend for that! I mean like… really played! Like when you’re a kid. Tried and tried and tried until you actually believed for a little bit! Here, look, close your eyes and think, ‘I’m real real real real little right now, and Dolly’s suuuuper big,’ and then when I stomp, look up! Give it a try!”

Features blank and uncomprehending, Beau did as she was told anyhow. It felt stupid: if she looked up, she might see the poorly painted roof to Dolly’s foyer a few inches from her face, lit by a weak heat lamp behind a fake cardboard fire, standing on cheap balsa wood, but not Dolly. She was down there, Beau was up here. At the least, she could humor her host. So she leaned her head back and set a mental intonation. I’m small. I have been small since I got here. I am like… like a minifig. Everyone look like mountains. I need friends to carry me everywhere. I can’t tend the sheep because they’re practically mattress warehouses compared to me. That’s me, a pipsqueak, a speck, the smallest girl in Toyland. And I like it this way.

“Okay!” One more, Dolly’s foot went fwuph, signaling Beau to open her eyes. Only this time, several factors shifted radically.

The ceiling, seconds ago so close she might reach to scrape away the peeling paint, now seemed a mile off, details lost in the distance. A steady crackle sung from the fireplace, which flooded the room with a warmth before sorely lacking. Those flimsy strips of balsa felt firm and sturdy as proper oaken hardwood.

And Dolly’s stomp made the whole house shake.

Beau stumbled off her feet and hit the ground hard, yet kept staring upward, mouth agape, verbal expression utterly useless to capture the sight before her eyes. Impossible though it ought’ve been, she now splayed before a great black mound, dust particles still settling round its base. Another, twin to the first, lay some distance to her right, and from both jutted pillars of pure brown fabric, stitchings the length of Beau’s entire body at quick estimate running along the sides of each into… void. No, not a void, merely deep shadow; scootching herself back some, Beau noted a ring of alternating off-whites and dulled-reds, which in turn coalesced into candy cane striping drawing her higher, higher, higher. Past trunklike arms, past a flowered ruff that could drown her home, up to a familiar mouth quirked into a smile, cheek patches glowing more intensely than she’d ever known, button eyes wide, magnified beyond all reason, and trained directly on her.

“There you are, little girl! Told ya you were down there! Hee hee!”

Shrank me. She actually shrank me, Beau thought. Inching back further for a better view, however, she found her understanding of the situation very quickly challenged via her back striking something. What, she couldn’t tell, for when she twisted herself about to check she found only the open expanse of the floor, her frame so small as to readily slide under the couch. Yet, from the scratchy coarseness against her back, tangible even through her considerable layers, Beau knew for a fact she was now pressed firm into Dolly’s sofa.

A deafening coo from above forced her eyes Dollyward again. “Hey, hey, don’t worry! Gonna seem a bit weird, but it’s all part of playing pretend! Long as you and me both think you’re tiny, you actually are, sorta! Big Beau’s still here, she didn’t go anywhere. It’s just you’re ALSO Little Beau now, which means I can do-”

Scrabbling for comprehension, Beau experienced two wholly contradictory sensations at once. In the back of her mind, she dimly perceived Dolly crouching down, scooping both arms underneath Beau, and hefting her up with considerably less difficulty than she handled the far-lighter bag of cotton balls. In active sight, though, clear as day and solid as anything, she watched helpless as Dolly crouched, gently slid a single mitt towards her, brushed her aboard with the other, and tenderly rose back to her full stature. The rush of air nearly knocked Beau flat once more, but she held her ground best she could, no matter how much said ground felt like ever-shifting cotton stuffing just beneath a layer of old cloth. Maybe the existence of proper flooring in top-side reality helped her stay balanced?

Only, no, Dolly didn’t have proper flooring, she lived in a bargain bin dollhouse! That stuff practically bounced under every step on the way in!

But, if Beau was still standing on flimsy balsa wood, how did she keep her footing s-

No, wrong, she wasn’t even standing, she was in Dolly’s arms. On Dolly’s palm. In Dolly’s house, which Dolly now vastly outsized. Only it wasn’t Dolly who was big; Beau was just very, very small. Except…

“-THIS!” Dolly triumphed, shaking Beau from her reverie.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” she murmured to herself, irrespective her lack of stomach.

“Well if you WANT to while playing pretend, you can! Though I wouldn’t like it very much, so please don’t unless you REALLY need to!”

“Okay… okay, okay, alright, so…” Beau did her best to gather her thoughts. Dolly made this somewhat difficult as her enormous hand hovered nearby, gently prodding the miniature shepherdess to and fro (or at least tapping her regular-sized face for similar effect), though Beau found no will to ask Dolly stop. With every bump and subsequent stumble, it became marginally easier to tune out what was really happening, stop thinking of it in such terms. While she could still see and feel the awkward weight lifting job necessary to simulate her palm-bound station, the sink of her feet into the hidden fluff seemed softer, the slight must inherent to ragdolls of Dolly’s vintage permeated deeper, the boom of Dolly’s giggles and the warmth in the room and the sense of having dwindled next to nothing inching towards total believability as her only reality.

“Tiny. Tiny like I always wanted.”

“Yep!”

“On your hand. Like some kind of bug.”

“Uh-huh!”

“Except n-” No, actually. Beau bit back the words, acceptance and embrace seeming easier than interrogating denial. If she pushed too hard, the perceptive spell might break, and she might not find the will to go back. Instead, she shuffled on the spot until Dolly asked a question of her own.

“How do you like it?”

The answer came far easier than expected. “I- I think it’s wonderful. Can all the toyfolk do this?”

“Oh yeah, all the time! For sleeping and eating and washing and all sorts of stuff! But fun stuff like this, you do need two making believe together at least! It can’t do stuff like make you hhhhmmmmmmmmnnngngn, but you can see and feel and do all sorts of things! It’s really really neato!”

Beau opted against asking about the sudden mushmouthing, and instead asked, “And… do you like it? Me like this and you like that?”

Dolly tossed her head in a prideful swish, enough yarn to smother the town square flouncing in reply. “As Toyland’s first and best professional playmate, I like anything my guests wanna do!” Then she leaned in close, so close Beau almost scented something like candy-sweet breath, and added in whisper, “But also you’re SUPER cute like this! Hee!”

With those words, whatever reticence Beau felt melted entirely. She pulled herself to her feet, rushed forward, slammed herself into Dolly’s cheek, and spread her arms to squeeze them against the ragdoll’s cushy face wide and tight as she could manage. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you so much I love it I should have come here months ago!” Mid-nuzzle with a stitch broader than her torso, she caught herself, realizing what must have happened topside with her sudden movement, and coughed, “Oh, uh… sorry if I, you know… bulldozed you there.”

“Don’t worry! I put you down while we were talking! You’re just standing there, still ‘n’ sturdy! Didn’t move an inch! Not that you can unless I want you to~.”

Beau blinked. She achieved total immersion and hadn’t realized. A broad smile lit her face. “Oh, this is going to be so much-”

“FUN!!!”

Dolly’s exclamation sent Beau tumbling backward head over heels. And so - with the quick establishment of safe words and signals - they were off.

As show of gratitude, Beau let Dolly take first point with whatever sorts of games she’d normally prefer. To no surprise, her instincts trended towards childish games, though the sheer size disparity made these more engaging and enjoyable for Beau than had they tried beforehand. Marveling at the seemingly overlarge ragdoll’s deftness as they played patty-cake, bulk slab hands gently bumping against her own and clapping just softly enough to only produce a minor sonic boom. Now and then, Dolly timed her claps to close around Beau, enveloping her playmate in muffling dark and snickering as Beau squirmed within, doing her level best to keep the rhythm while ensnared.

Jumping rope wouldn’t work quite so well under normal circumstances - Beau had no chance of clearing Dolly’s skips, and the idea of Dolly registering Beau’s twirls was laughable. Instead, she placed her mite of a partner in her hair, and told Beau to hang on while she tried at besting her record. At first, Beau found the rapid swish of corded rope overhead and the wild tangle of Dolly’s hair a little frightening, but after the first fifty skips she came to appreciate the experience as a kind of thrill ride. With the right wriggling, she could tuck herself between a few yarn strands, ensure a secure position, and appreciate the doll’s talent for speed step and criss-cross.

All the same, she asked for a game more accommodating her size next, inspiring Dolly to a round of hide ‘n’ seek. This suited Beau quite nicely, though not because she proved a particularly adept hider. She found her options severely limited by where Dolly placed her and how far she could scurry within even a deliberately molasses countdown, which made her discovery inside a minute practically inevitable. Rather, it made a delightful opportunity for exploring the room from her miniaturized vantage point, breath taken away by the cavernous space under the couch, the monolithic quality of knick-knacks on the mantle, the all-swallowing dark of an otherwise light shadow in the connecting hallway, all of it so incredibly convincing through new eyes. If she woke up here with no further context, there wouldn’t pass a second she thought it anything other than a full-scale home.

(One round did go in her favor. She tip-toed her way under the slight heel rise in Dolly’s shoe, and spent several minutes shuffling along with its tread while snickering to herself, grateful Dolly found the act of pretending so natural she never once thought to nudge Beau’s actual body for a hint.)

I Spy proved mainly an excuse for Dolly to walk about the room humming and erring to herself in mock consternation over what to choose, her path always hewing within relative inches of catching Beau underfoot, then spinning about in “sudden” inspiration with, “I spy a cutie pie!” Obviously Beau could not replicate the same effect, especially not while blushing from the compliment (actually, properly blushing, she realized, real heat from her cheeks gone flush); she instead alternated between playing legit and spying “the biggest doll ever.” Either way, Dolly knew her home and herself too well to fail a guess.

They did find time for a brief round of play sheep tending at Dolly’s suggestion, a transitory game to ease Beau into control of their activities. True to her word, Dolly made sure Beau kept from her usual controlling, overly-mannered habits, prodding verbally and physically if she showed signs of slipping. Really, it only took a few of these before Beau conceded entirely and the game turned into one of plonking into cotton balls thrice her height for warmth while Dolly shuffled the others about, generating heat and bleating to herself.

Maybe I should just relax with the sheep from time to time, Beau pondered, her face sinking another half-step into the fluff. If their wool feels half so cozy as I’m imagining, it might do us all some good…

The task of calling time suddenly fell to Beau, alongside Dolly’s head when she slumped face-first into the cotton pile, having put herself to sleep counting cotton ball sheep. A gentle smile on her face despite the sudden jar, Beau pattered on over to shove at Dolly’s cheeks in hopes of rousing the giant. No good, alas. Rule of play made counting sheep dangerous business if one believed in its narcoleptic sway, and nobody on the island adhered to its tenets firmer. Girl was plain out like a light.

Beau contemplated her options. She COULD will her perspective back to normal and wake Dolly in her full-sized body. Or…

She had a much, much better idea. Scuttling at top speed, Beau made a beeline for Dolly’s thigh, half-exposed beneath the folds of her dress. Fortunately the doll’s awkward pose compressed her dimensions somewhat, else Beau would have quite the long run before her. As it were, a mere minute’s running brought her before her destination, a great unmoving wall. The sight could take her breath away, were she not already winded from the sprint over - voluminous dresses did not make good exercise gear. After affording herself a moment’s awe at the sheer expanse of something she thought remarkably slender and floppy just this morning (and to catch her breath), Beau cracked her fingers best she could without breakage, and set to dancing them across Dolly’s rags in a tickle.

At first, no result. Not shocking, for even imagining Dolly’s leg as smooth warm flesh rather than sewn cloths, Beau could only stimulate so much surface area. Movement was necessary, which meant sidling her way inwards, towards hopefully more sensitive patches. Gliding her arms up, down, and in circles on her approach, the hem of Dolly’s dress passing by overhead and necessitating a small adjust in step underfoot, Beau half-hoped Dolly would wake before she pressed too much further… then mentally slapped herself for such idiocy.

“Just snooze long as you like…” she grinned, sliding one step further in, and then another, and another, and another, closer and closer and closer to…

Exactly how deep she went, Beau could not say. When Dolly finally registered the caressing strokes, the lack of unfiltered light and those enormous pillars kicking all about conspired into complete disorientation as Beau was mercilessly thrown about, eventually tumbling out the dress between Dolly’s feet. In spite of the indignity of her situation, Beau found herself laughing alongside the giantess, pounding the floor some at the thought of what she just did until Dolly scooped her back up, and kept on for some time after at that.

“Guess.. hahaha… I guess there goes any formality about my taking point!” she chirped, spreading out on her back and gazing up at Dolly’s staring face.

“Hee, yeah! Being spontaneous can be just as fun as planning things out!”

“...Dolly, did you put yourself to sleep on purpose to see what I’d do on my own?”

“Won’t tell! But it felt good anyways!”

Beau stuck out her tongue, marveled at the fact she could, then stretched and heaved a long sigh. “Do you know, since we went there, I have wondered something about this whole imagination distorting reality thing since we started.”

“Oh?”

“We can make me smaller after a fashion by making believe, but… can we also make you bigger? If both of us pretend really, really hard, like you said?”

Hardly a moment after she posed the question, Beau got her answer, as Dolly simply expanded outward. Attention still fixed on the mini-toy in her hand, smile unwavering as ever, the ragdoll became, unceasingly, more and more. All in their imagination, of course, but Beau’s shrinking happened instantly and involved no changes beyond herself; this was Dolly’s legs crowding her furniture against the wall, Dolly’s back blocking the entryway and sliding along the ceiling as she hunched over, Dolly’s free hand covering and smothering the fireplace in a groping quest for free space. The fact of a process Beau could stand and witness in real time made the already impressive growth near-overwhelming.

As she kept on, the room groaned and the foundations creaked. Beau distantly recalled her observation about Dolly’s weight as insubstantial, realized her contribution to this particular bit of make-believe rendered the ragdoll just so heavy as her size implied, and felt her higher functions black out. From feeling like a mite to a veritable dust speck, she rode out the change, reveling a little every time Dolly shifted on the spot to gain more room or produced a worrying crack at her feet. Whatever this looked like in proper reality, Beau couldn’t give two spits. This was glorious, and that was enough.

If Dolly wasn’t quite human-sized within a minute, she certainly challenged the room’s maximum mass capacity as she tapered off, grunting some in mild discomfort from awkward positioning. Surprising for her composition, yet Beau supposed someone so bendy and soft must too have their limits. Or rather, she would suppose, were her eyes not lit with the delighted sparkling of an entire night’s sky.

“Oh my God, you can, you can actually get bigger, cripes, no, wait, this changes everything, I was expecting you to say no, oh my fffff… Dolly, Dolly how much bigger can you get? Let’s do it, let’s keep going, I want to see it, I wanna climb in your collar and watch you burst this stupid house and go stomping around the island, give everyone the shock of their lives, bigger shock than coming here ever was. Oh, oh, hey, if we get more toys to see you like this does that make it realer? Can we make it more real than your actual body, can we make this permanent? Get you like, fifty feet tall, or whatever that would be proportionate to us? First and best and BIGGEST playmate, can you imagine it? Oh my God oh my God oH MY GOD!!!”

Hyperventilating, Beau let her thoughts run wild in a way she hadn’t entertained since college. She woke up this morning expecting humiliation and disappointment, and now THIS door opened wide just for her? Heaven from straight out hell!

Tragedy, alas, came crashing about her head when Dolly spoke, alongside serious earache from the raw volume of her voice.

“I can, actually! Although, even if it is all pretend, there’s still enough really happening to be uh… a little bit worried? I’m trying super hard to not crush my couch right now. And if I keep growing, I might just sorta appear outside without any damage, or I might break my roof. So… can, but prooooobably shouldn’t?”

Beau sat there, contemplating. She came dangerously close to suggesting all caution go stuff itself in the wind, consumed by overwhelming desire to glut on her deepest fantasies and see this place smashed to splinters as revenge for their inhuman state. Thankfully, a new life of self-discipline paid dividends beyond dragging herself out from bed in the morning, and cooler-headed reasoning prevailed. To face the entity responsible for repairing any beyond-the-pale damage and explain WHY Dolly’s house had a great big Dolly-sized hole in would prove too too much.

“Mmnnnnngh, alright, fine! No ragdoll rampage unless we start another one of these playdates outside. Just… can I have a uh… a kiss before you shrink back d-”

“SURE!”

Escape velocity g-force didn’t compare with the pressure pinning Beau to the spot as Dolly pressed hand to face. Any chance to account why she asked for a kiss when she knew perfectly well Dolly’s mouth was a pasted-on detail with no depth or lips vanished the instant she smashed directly against the red semi-circle. Mwah!’s of thunderous amplitude boomed from every direction, Dolly indulging the request many times over, giving Beau the space necessary to conjure something other than fabric around her person. Same basic principles as all other forms of play, of course, just a matter of picuting what you want to see and feel…

With some effort, the rags morphed. Warmth crept into their fibers, their flat surface splitting and expanding into new volume, a texture like the finest gloss spread over naturally smooth flesh. Beau imagined the twitch of tiny facial muscles pursing and puckering, stretching across micrometers that may so well be miles at her scale, to catch her in the cleft and pull her vacuum tight with the slightest suction. A pop louder than any sound in history as she’s released, only for the phantom process to repeat again, and again, and again.

She leaned into it, thrilling at the tangible contrast between present and imaginary, the hints of plain stitching on those lips and the taste of proper breath intermingling with cotton. Some small (VERY small, all told) part of her wondered again how far she could push this, whether imagining Dolly sucking an infinitesimal bit harder to trap the shepherdess in her mouth would actually transport Beau inside the doll’s head, to mingle with nonexistent teeth and tongue and saliva, the threat of swallowing looming ever closer. And then to properly go through with it - impossible when this wasn’t her real body, but if it WERE, lost in Dolly’s stuffing, forgotten and insignificant as any other piece of debris.

Eaten by a ragdoll. Wouldn’t that plain beat all?

Fortunately, Dolly had her fill of mock-smooching a practically empty palm before Beau could make serious headway on imagining an unaware vore scenario. Or seemingly unaware, as it were. With their minds modestly intermingled for the game’s sake, Dolly sensed Beau’s intentions, and figured it best they move on before she took any rash actions requiring surgical intervention.

“While you recover down there,” she said, voice returning to mere deafening rumbles as she imagined herself back to a sensible size, “we can do something a little like me being big big big BIG girl! Only gotta go the other way round!”

For her part, Beau was less recovering than indulging a passing sulk. Can’t watch Dolly wreck the town, can’t feed herself to Dolly, and now the colossal palm upon which she laid shrank back to mere enormity. S’not fair, this was supposed to be the part where she got to do whatever she liked. If they had to obey rationality and precaution, where was the f- f- ffffffff-

Beau’s mind once again stumbled on drawn-out consonants as she noticed the spatial distortion of her immediate environment reversing polarity. Dolly resumed her usual size, yet her hand, which had seemingly collapsed in on itself, now stretched away from Beau’s central location, at rapid speed and seemingly more gigantic than before. She was shrinking again, in moments as tall to her first shrunken height as it stood against Dolly, and then the same for her second tier, down down down…

“WE CAN GO A LOT MORE EXTREME LIKE THIS, I THINK!”

Porcelain chipped from Beau’s face, the statement slammed her so hard. Yeah. Yeah, that’d do as compensation.

To her mind, she lost days wandering the now-continent of Dolly. Because none of this was strictly happening, her waves and foot-taps for attention were always met with an obliging pinch ride, her requests for another location heard and fulfilled without trouble; but even so, on deposit at her new destination, Beau let time slough clean away. Those candycane stripes represented plains a dozen miles wide and countless miles along, ideal for thoughtless wandering as Dolly lay upon her back. The simple curve of black leather on her shoes became ascent up a slope worthy any seasoned mountaineer, magnificently challenging for a size-obsessive like Beau. She walked the shadow of a single stitch, her hand run along its rim to enjoy the microscopic imperfections bumping through her fingers; she had Dolly bend the flowery ruff round her neck to transform it into the ultimate downhill zip-ride a few too many times over; she closed her eyes, let Dolly select a random patch of rags within the dress, challenged herself to figure where she stood, and blushed quite ferociously when the answer coalesced.

(She figured it only proper to not ask after the meaning behind the massive “S” on a field of red. Breast tats are a private matter, after all.)

The head alone offered endless possibilities. Eyes like a frozen sea on a moonless night, so dark they swallowed all ambient light, so slick Beau practically glid over their surface, the thread holes chasms into an underworld. The forest of yarn-hair at her old size now an endless Amazonian expanse, the weave’s logic lost to miniscule chaos of discarded fuzz and imperceptible shifts, like the environment malforming itself into a maze just to challenge Beau. Bows of a silky softness approaching angelic, tempting sleep everlasting in their flamingo tuck and fold. Cheek patches, radiating mid-summer desert heat, near-intolerable at this size past a single minute, yet how delightful and special a thing to roast in the glow of another’s affection. As to the mouth… well, Dolly wouldn’t let Beau near the mouth again.

A thousand locales upon a doll scarcely over a foot high, so many seemingly identical, yet all stirring in their own unique ways. Between major hot spots, Beau simply stood, immersed, let herself be. By the loose reckoning of time in her head, she must have spent so long upon Dolly that her host got up to attend other matters, looked after her own feeding, sleep, other clients, whole daily cycles interrupted every so often by her adorable germ asking for a new location. Sense dictated Beau should detect Dolly moving about while curled in the crook of her knee, feel gravity shift as the doll changed positions. To think elsewise would render Dolly more than a mere continent - an entire world unto herself, population Beau and no other. Clung to a thin cloth skin, needing and knowing nothing save her new home. Such thoughts flitted through her hollow head, then vanished into wordless euphoria.

As with all things, it soon came to an end. Happily, this ending announced itself via a pleasing rumble.

“HEY, CUTIE! HATE TO SAY WHEN YOU’RE SO COZY, BUT WE ARE ALMOST AT YOUR THREE HOUR LIMIT. YOUR NOTE SAID YOU NEED TO CHECK ON YOUR SHEEP AFTER THAT, SO WE’VE GOTTA GROW YOU BACK. SORRY!”

Though too at peace for the words to seriously disturb her, Beau felt minor confusion at the reminder. “Drat, you’re right, I did set a limit. Except, wow, has it really only been three hours?”

“CLOCK SAYS TEN MINUTES TO GO. I JUST THOUGHT YOU’D NEED SOME TIME TO ADJUST BACK INTO BIG BEAU.”

“Feels as though I spent a lifetime down here…”

“Aw, that’s just how playing pretend gets!” Already Dolly’s voice softened to near-intolerable levels, in tandem with Beau regaining her starting shrunken size. “So, if you close your eyes and picture it real hard, we’ll bring you back up to full size, and then-”

“W-wait!” Beau cried, flailing her arms in a desperate bid for reprieve. “Ten minutes can be practically forever in playtime, right? We have enough left for one last thing!”

Dolly tapped her chin in consideration. “Oh yeah! When you thought we were playing Dommy Mommy, you asked me to step on you! I can do that, hang on!”

“ACTUALLY!” She coughed, shuffling on the spot, eyes cast downward, goading herself into asking plain ‘n’ direct. “It is… it’s a little more than that. Would you mind… if it’s not too much… I mean…” Beau gestured uselessly towards the couch, then groaned. “Dolly, can you sit on me?”

The smile that followed could turn deepest midnight to a midday blaze. “I thought you’d never ask~!”

Imagination served Beau’s reactions well. Breath caught in her chest as Dolly carried her to the couch. Skin ran with prickling goosebumps as Dolly set her down perfect center. Nerves screamed in anticipation as Dolly turned about. Sweat pricked her forehead at the sight of Dolly gathering her dress to draw it tight about her backside. An entire nonexistent system of biological impulses and reactions took in the sight of a perfectly flat, rectangular spread of cotton-stuffed fabric leaning back over her position, compared it against the expected list of sexually exciting imagery, ruminated for the briefest of instants, and ran back a report: “Yeah, no, this is still stupid fucking hot to us too.”

Beau squeaked.

WUMPH.

All shape and sense fell away. No chance she’d ever think Dolly slight after this. The only sensation Beau processed was unrelenting weight - Dolly’s complete nothing of a frame crushing her into a flat surface whose wool texture vanished beneath the fact of a single pound turned poundage uncountable by a simple difference in scale. Some part of her wanted to believe Dolly shifted herself back and forth some, rubbing in her position of dominance, but in the moment, the difference between supposition and reality was practically nil. Dolly might do anything up there, and all Beau would know is compression, and paralysis, and weight.

A particularly eager voice in the back of her head had demanded she repeat something like her trick during the earlier kiss, summon up the sensation of a proper person’s rear to enhance the sensation. Run it through a dozen dozen body types to smother herself beneath every manner of human Dolly she could imagine. Completely impossible, now, stupid to have assumed any choice. She was undoubtedly underneath a doll, at the mercy of as sexless a humanoid thing as you please, impressions of curved flesh totally denied by hand-sewn, unendowed textiles. And God help her if the alienation from anything like the human form didn’t make this ten times better, just by mere association with Dolly.

She tried to squirm. She tried to struggle. No use. If Dolly fell inanimate right now, they’d blow clean past her stopping time, perhaps leave her trapped by this wonderfully unbearable pressure all day, all night, however long until someone thought to check on the ragdoll. And if they did check, rouse her or pull her from the couch, would they care to notice the speck she ground into its seating? Could they notice? Beau wanted to shudder at the thought, but could not. She did not kick, nor flail, nor much of anything else. She took the weight, for there was nothing else to do.

(Except, briefly, ponder whether that Barbie doll and her bendy girlfriend might like to try this. Hard plastic held an appeal all its own…)

And then it was over. Light and sound flooded from above as Dolly hoped from her spot, leaving Beau to reel back into normal consciousness. “Alright, we’re inching pretty close here, so we really gotta finish off! Your sheepies are gonna get lonely if you don’t head out soon!”

Denied the ability so thoroughly for so long, Beau fidgeted on the spot. “I mean… you did say I work myself and them alike too hard. Who’s to say staying longer won’t help?”

“Naaaaaah. Besides, I got me-things to do still! Can’t give Little Beau my attention all day!”

“Little Beau can just sit in your collar while you work! Or get put on your shelf and abandoned until…”

“Hey.” Dolly knelt down by the couch, positioning her face on even level with the shrunken shepherdess. “I get it. You wanna play all the time, never stop being Little Beau. And I do too! It’s lots and lots and lots of fun being the first and best professional playmate in Toyland! But you gotta stop sometime, right? Do what you gotta do outside playtime.”

Beau stood, turned her back, crossed her arms, huffed. “But we agreed being Big Beau is bad for me. I haven’t felt this happy and relaxed since I came to Toyland! Why should I go back to acting stuck-up and high-strung all the time?” To her surprise, the last part came out with a slight whine round the edge.

Her ears heard the rough scrape of fabric on fabric as Dolly rubbed her chin in contemplation. “Maybe you’re only like that as Big Beau because you never take the time to be Little Beau. Maybe you spent so much time doing what you think you need to do, you don’t turn off and be what you want. So Big Beau is bossy and stiff, and Little Beau overdoes it and doesn’t wanna stop. Maybe you just gotta find the right balance!”

Beau sniffled, reluctant to turn about.

Arms scooped around her, both miniaturized self and true self, the latter invisible to her eye yet right next to her on the couch. The vertigo of existing across two perspectives clouded her head again as Dolly hefted her high for one last hug. “You can always come by again whenever you got time in your schedule, yeah?” She gave a gentle squeeze, warming Beau to her core. “Little Beau ain’t going away; she’s sleeping so Big Beau can have her turn. They’re not different people! Just, y’know… sides!”

Beau did her best to hug back, simultaneously too small and too big to do so properly. Although she suspected Dolly did not quite take her own advice… “You are right, Dolly. I will keep an eye open for when I have time. And cherish what we have done already. Thank you, so very, very much.”

“No problem!”

The spell broke.

Dolly’s legs wobbled. Without the power of play rendering Beau’s body lighter than a feather, her cotton-stuffed limbs were not equipped to hold a doll half her height over and thrice her weight so high aloft. The pair teetered for a moment, then went crashing to the floor.

“...is there any chance you are into being sat on yourself?” Beau joked.

“Not really! Can you pretty please get up?”

“Fair.” Uncrumpling her dress and unsnagging strands of hair from the floor, she rose back up, steadying against the suddenly unfamiliar yet already normalizing vantage point of her normal toy self. “Do I owe you anything for the service? I know most toyfolk avoid financial exchange unless they have a fondness for Monopoly money, but I figure it best to ask in case…”

“Lemme hang out with your flock sometime and we’re evens Stevens!”

***

Later in the evening, Beau lay awake in bed, echoes of the day’s experiences ringing in her head.

For the remainder of the afternoon, she'd done as she’d planned: stand over her flock, moving them from one end of the pasture to another and back again. Absent the ordinary pressures and obligations of tending livestock, she spent years engaged in this on the daily out of obligation, obligation and belief fastidious attendance might purify her wrongdoings. With Dolly’s session at her back, however, today she took a different set of words to heart and tried to have fun with the job. It was not easy, divorced from such immense gratification (and immense presence…), and she was not sure she did it right, but her sheep seemed appreciative when she let them run free from her command for a time. Bleated approval and followed when she broke into a spontaneous run. Stood willingly as she hugged them at day’s end, imagining each a cotton ball.

Her friends took immediate notice at dinner. Genuine notice, no snark or innuendo, which characterized their original suggestions. “Good one, Beau!” “Can’t believe what a difference I’m seeing, you MUST tell me what she did in there.” “I have never seen you this laid back, it’s a miracle.” When they partook in a night-closing chaser, Beau actually deigned to stay and take a drink herself - for the first time, she felt the slightest buzz from sipping the empty cup, prompting cheers and claps on the back.

Tipsiness wasn’t the only novel sensation in the hours since. Her own home seemed friendlier. The lights provided proper illumination where once they offered dim, faltering glow; the personal effects on her dresser seemed almost serviceable makeup options rather than cheap plastic imitations; the floor no longer groaned under her step, the doorframes accommodated her figure a little more willingly.

Her pillow felt of soft down, her blankets a comfortable fleece. The rickety, long-hated foam strip masquerading as a mattress: just like the one she remembered back home.

How had she gone this long without a spark of vibrancy in her life? Convinced Toyland was this dead, unchanging place, cut off from the joys small and large which made a life worth living? In honesty, likely the same way she went her human life convinced of the same. Self-isolation, presumption of living as an inherent misery, refusal to look up and see what’s actually there without turning about and running. She wanted to feel shame at the thought it took effectively a private kink roleplay session to realize one only need want the full scope of offerings to find them all around… but in the name of balance, swatted the thought aside. Take the good where you can, she thought, that is the real important thing.

And besides. If she learnt of this aspect to the rule of play any other way, she’d never think to do this.

Eyes laid gently closed, Beau rearranged her perspective. While the sensation could not match the strength possible with Dolly’s cooperation, she did not need full intensity in her sleep. Even the faintest impression of her body dwindling until the bed felt sensibly proportioned would help. Somewhere between the extremes, just enough to fit, and settle in, and snooze. If Big Beau and Little Beau needs must cooperate to improve both their lots, they can start by making sure Beau Beau gets some good rest.

Beau rolled on her side, and, for the first time since her arrival, felt at peace in Toyland.

#Misfits in Toyland #Fanfic #Drabble #Dolly MiT #Beau #macro/micro

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betmagic · 1 year ago

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Little sunshine au

So in this au Sabo and Ace are 17 ( basically swapping places with luffy).

After Sabo turns 17 they start their journey , and decide to take their 6 year old brother with them.

( also ace already has his devil fruit, he doesn’t like using it much ; again I’ll explain later)

Garp knows he can’t stop them, it’s actually for the best since the marines have been looking into the island with rumors of a stretchy boy and strange phenomenon in the ocean pop up. He tells them not get into too much Trouble and to protect each other and luffy. He does give them his den den number just in case.

It’s also why they end up taking the fairie instead of sailing out themselves, at least until they can buy a decent ship. They’re money hidden away In their bags. They plan on heading to syrup to get a ship , since it’s known for making good ships.

( they had asked mom to not to help them unless absolutely necessary; one because it feels like cheating: two it draws suspicion. So that’s why don’t just ask her to help them across to the next island.)

One of the rules they came up with for luffy was not to use his devil fruit abilities unless he’s in danger or they say it’s okay. Second is no talking to mom or sea kings in front of others .

Of course they forgot to make rules about normal kid stuff like staying close to them.

And of course luffy being luffy ends up running off on his own. In his exploration he runs into a girl named nami.

Luffy isn’t sure why he’s drawn to her; but he just knows she’s in some kind of trouble and a friend is something everyone one needs when they’re in trouble.

Nami sees the adorable little kid with the straw hat that’s a bit to big for him , can tell he’s wandered away from his guardian: ( both are currently panicking because they literally just started they’re adventure ; literally an hour ago and they had lost Luffy already.) decided to keep an eye on him till the little ball of sunshine finds them.

She manages to keep the little guy in one place long enough for his big brothers to arrive . The two teens Rushing over worried out of they’re minds ( they had almost went as far as to Ask mom for help but she only gave them amused splashes )once they were sure he was okay Ace bonks him on the head for running off, Sabo gently explains that it’s dangerous to wander by himself.

Luffy says he wasn’t by himself he was with his friend nami .

They thank nami for looking after him. They actually end up talking a bit before alvida arrives and attacks the ship.

They get split up. Ace ending up with nami and Sabo with lufffy and eventually run into koby.

In the middle of the pirate attack Luffy had walked up to Coby , similar to how he felt drawn to nami earlier asked him , asking if he had any snacks , like there wasn’t a raid going on. Sabo ends up grabbing them both to find a place to hide.

Ace notices nami sneaking onto the enemy ship, because he is a thief himself so knows one when he’s sees one. Nami is of course upset about him fallowing her and ruining her plan, Ace just explains that luffy would be upset if his friend got hurt.

Nami tells him that she doesn’t need his help, just as one of the pirates finds them; who Ace easily takes care of.

He tells her she can keep what ever she finds as long as they help her to the next island.

So basically Ace helps her steal tons of treasure.I’m return she’ll help them get to the next island.

Meanwhile Sabo and luffy are hiding in storage with Koby.

Koby apologizes for getting Sabo and luffy in trouble.

Luffy just says he’s stupid for cowardly. ( as bluntly as any child would ; which is basically canon luffy so not much different them)

Sabo tries to be a bit more gentle in his approach. He understands why Koby would be afraid but he just needs some encouragement to be brave.

Luffy asks if he has a dream.

Koby admits admits he wants to be a marine one who can protect people.

Luffy then tells him his dream, to become pirate king.

Koby is surprised that the kid isn’t even afraid when he tells him how dangerous it is , and how calm his older brother is about it. But Luffys conviction even though he’s only six is inspiring to Coby.

When alvida finds them Coby finally has the courage to stand up to her, luffy cheering that he isn’t a coward anymore, though it’s short lived when the woman moves to hit him.

Sabo steps in to help, comendimh the kid for standing up to his captor.

Sabo asks Coby to keep an eye on luffy , taking his pipe and starts kicking ass.

At some point ace joins in, saying when they’re done they got a ride waiting for them. They proceed to beat the hell out of the pirates, Koby I’m awe at just how strong the two of them are. Several things end up on fire and people get tossed over board before they over hear that marines are nearby responding to the distress call.

With that they grap luffy and Coby heading for the getaway boat.

Nami is waiting in a decent sized life boat, with treasure and aces bag. The boys hop in together telling her they need to get going

She tries asking about Coby but ace tells her he’ll explain later cause marines will be there soon and they need to get out of there.

She of course yells at them not to order her around before shoving the paddle to them because they’re much stronger and can row faster than her!

Luffy is giggling while Coby holds him wondering what he just got himself into.

And that’s the first episode

#BETMAGIC #little sunshine au #one piece #portgas d ace #sabo #monky d luffy #baby luffy #sun god luffy #gear 5 luffy #Coby #Nami #mother ocean #asl brothers #strawhats

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leavingautumn13 · 11 months ago

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first pass at a design for a deathclaw oc

Scout (he/him) is a chameleon deathclaw originally from the Chicago area, now working as a caravan guard in the Commonwealth. He uses a super sledge in combat (he doesn't like getting his hands dirty) and wears armor made of car parts and road signs. As a companion, he would be encountered at Bunker Hill offering his services for a modest fee.

While outwardly appearing to be a simple guy who likes bonking things with a big hammer, if befriended by the player he'll admit that he's homesick and misses the community he left behind, despite his love of adventuring and travel. He can later be recruited into the Minutemen, where he'll happily work as a settlement guard or provisioner.

[i have commissions open now]

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout oc #deathclaw #deathclaw oc #autumn.art #slides this guy into the list of ocs you can ask me about or send prompts about on my fanfic blog #need to draw him in a minutemen hat #pic is black and white bc i'm still working on a color scheme for him #probs lots of blues yellows and greens #autumn.oc #oc: scout

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stressed-and-fluff-obsessed · 3 months ago

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I think we need a part two to de-stressing! (I know its a big ask but maybe everyone joins in! A big tickle fight 😉

I can do that!

Secrets Unraveled

(I couldn’t find anything else 😭☝️)

Summary: (Pt.2 to De-Stressing) Everyone finds out what happened between Ragatha, Jax and Pomni leading to a (tkl) fight

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“Why the h(bonk!)ll are you two so fast?!” Jax exclaimed, hunched over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath after just being chased.

“Because…nothing here..makes sense. We can..control our own…running speed…” Ragatha breathed out, also regaining her breath after chasing Jax with Pomni for 10 straight minutes.

“We should probably head back before Caine comes and finds us first.” Pomni spoke up, she’d already calmed down a few minutes ago and was waiting for the other two. “Good call, you know how Caine is.” Ragatha replied, standing up to her full height and looking back at Jax to see him do the same thing.

“You guys ready?” Pomni asked them, turning towards the exit of the living quarters, “Yep.” Ragatha answered, walking down the hall and falling in step with Jax right beside her. “It’s been a while since we’ve been on an adventure and I heard Caine mention a few days ago that we were going to do one again today.” Pomni told them and giggled as Jax’s audible groan sounded from behind her.

“Really..? Caine and his stupid adventures.” Jax complained, placing his hands behind his head as he walked, “it’s fine it’s not that big of a deal, plus it keeps us sane in this crazy digital world.” Ragatha replied, punching Jax in the shoulder playfully to get him to lighten up.

“I wonder what it’ll be, last time he sent us on a crazy one that involved crashing a whole syrup truck.” Pomni spoke up, slowing down a little and falling in step with the two of them right as they reached the staircase that led into the main circus area.

They quickly went down the staircase and walked over to the stage where a few of them were already waiting. “Ah you three glad you could make it! I was just about to come get you three.” Caine noticed them and spoke to them, floating over and hovering near them.

In the vicinity was of course the three Pomni, Ragatha and Jax but there was also Caine and Gangle, they were just waiting for Zooble and Kinger now. Pomni wandered over to Gangle to talk with her while Jax and Ragatha stayed with Caine.

“What’ll today’s adventure be Caine?” Ragatha asked him and he smiled, holding a finger up to his face, “You’ll have to wait and see my dear unfortunately telling the adventure early ruins the surprise!” Caine informed her and she gave him a deadpanned look that made Jax laugh.

~*~

“Hi Gangle!” Pomni wandered closer to her, luckily her comedy mask was still intact so speaking to her right now wasn’t a problem at all. “Hi Pomni! Are you ready for today’s adventure?” Gangle asked her cheerfully and she nodded in response.

“Yep! I wonder what it’ll be, what about you are you ready?” She asked the other who nodded happily, “I’m excited! It’s been a while since we- WHOA!” Gangle yelped, falling over and her comedy mask breaking.

“O-Oh I’m so sorry Gangle!” Kinger frantically apologized as she sobbed lightly and stood up, “I-It’s okay..” She replied, all happiness from before gone and now replaced with somber sadness. “So we have a new adventure today huh?” Zooble asked, referring to Caine as they walked up behind Kinger.

“Yep! And now that everyone’s here I can explain!” Caine replied, floating over to the stage while the others turned to look. “Today’s adventure will be… ‘Collect the Critters!’ It’s similar to the one you guys did a few months ago with the gloinks but Critters are different from gloinks!” Caine explained and Bubble popped up out of nowhere.

“What are Critters?” Bubble asked and Caine grinned, “I’m glad you asked Bubble, Critters are mischievous little creatures that will go around destroying everything and everyone that they see whereas the Gloinks only stole things so you’ll have to be a lot more careful…good luck everyone!” Caine announced before disappearing with Bubble in a burst of confetti and glitter leaving the rest of the circus members to the task.

“Well we better get to it.” Ragatha sighed, walking off with Pomni in a random direction, “Yeah let’s - WHOA WHAT THE-“ Jax exclaimed, jumping away from a long worm like creature that just tried to swallow him whole.

“Well looks like we found our first one.” Zooble said in a deadpanned tone, picking it up and throwing it into a nearby portal Caine called the ‘Critter Collecter Portal’ that he’d set up for them.

“Well at least we know what we’re looking for now, you okay Jax?” Ragatha commented, walking up to and looking up at the rabbit. “I’m fine Doll, touched you care though~” He teased earning a smack over the head from the other.

“Ha ha.” Zooble laughed at him before wandering off to find more Critters, “Psh. Whatever let’s go find some more of these guys, Crybaby and Hoo-ha go with each other to find more of these things.” Jax told Kinger and Gangle before walking off with Pomni and Ragatha.

~*~

“Wait what are we looking for again?” Kinger spoke up in the dark space they were in, “We’re looking for Critters, it’s part of the adventure..” Gangle sobbed quietly, looking around and finding another worm shaped one, picking it up and putting it in the portal that appeared behind her.

“I see…well this shouldn’t be too hard. Did Caine specify how many there were?” Kinger asked her, Gangle shaking her head in response. “Alright…let’s go find some more then, in the meantime would you like to hear about my insect collection?”

~*~

“Tch. What a waste of time. Caine and his stupid adventures.” Zooble complained as they walked down one of the slides in the main area looking for Critters.

“Ah, found one.” Zooble commented, picking up a Critter shaped like a ball, the thing snapping at Zooble’s hand with its teeth. They then tossed the thing into the nearby portal that appeared with a halfhearted scoff before continuing down the slide in hopes of finding more.

~*~

“Man what a pain.” Jax sighed earning a ‘really?’ look from both girls, “Stop complaining Jax the sooner we get this done the better.” Pomni told him, smacking him on the arm to get him to behave.

“D(Bonk!)nm pipsqueak you’re weak was that supposed to be a slap?” Jax taunted her, Pomni turning to look at him with a glare before jabbing him in the side making him jump away from her.

“Watch it.” Pomni reprimanded him making a laugh come from Ragatha, “Nice one Pomni.” She praised as Jax wandered back over warily, “Don’t do that pipsqueak.” Jax told her but she just looked back up at him.

“Then behave and I won’t have to.” Pomni replied, picking up a Critter in her path and tossing it over her shoulder into the portal that appeared.

“She’s right Jax~” Ragatha teased and he just let out an annoyed huff, “Let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled making the other two laugh.

~*~

“Finally I think this is the last one!” Kinger exclaimed, picking up a Critter at his feet and carrying it to the portal, dropping it in and jumping back with a startled yelp when a small pop of confetti went off and they got teleported back along with the other 4.

“Congratulations you 6 you managed to complete it!” Caine popped up out of nowhere onto the stage overlooking everyone. “Nice. What now?” Zooble deadpanned and Caine laughed at their attitude.

“Well Zooble now that you’ve completed the adventure I’m letting you guys hang out for the rest of the day, do what you wish!” Caine announced once more before disappearing in a cloud of glitter and confetti leaving the other 6 members by themselves.

“Alright I don’t know about you guys but I’m leaving.” Zooble told them before wandering off down a random corridor and disappearing from sight. “What are you guys going to do?” Pomni asked, turning around and looking up at Jax and Ragatha.

“Well I’m probably going to head back to my room, I’m a little tired after that those Critters were kind of vicious.” Ragatha replied, looking up at the rabbit now. “What about you Jax?” She asked him and he placed his hands behind his head with a small hum.

“I don’t know yet. Either play a few pranks or follow your lead and take a nap.” Jax replied, snickering a little at his first suggestion, “Remember if you play any pranks keep it friendly. We don’t want a continuation of earlier.” Ragatha told him sternly but he just rolled his eyes.

“Okay mom.” Jax answered sarcastically with a cheeky grin when Ragatha gave him a look. “I’m done with you goodbye.” She sighed, walking away with Pomni running after her yelling ‘wait up!’

“Hey Pomni.” Ragatha smiled as the jester caught up with her, falling in step and hoping to start conversation. “Hello, what do we do? We’re kinda left on our own now that the adventure’s over.” Pomni commented, humming a little in thought as they reached the stairs and started going up.

“That’s a good question, I suppose just hang out till dinner or till Jax comes and causes trouble again.” Ragatha answered, reaching her room and pushing open the door, walking in with Pomni following.

“So what do you want to do?” Ragatha asked the smaller girl, sitting down on her bed while Pomni sat on the carpet. “Hmm.” Pomni hummed before snapping her fingers together, coming to a realization then taking her hat off and pulling out a pack of UNO cards.

“Why do you have those?” Ragatha laughed, surprised that Pomni just had those, “I’m a jester that’s why!” Pomni exclaimed, “Now I’m gonna beat you!” She finished with a laugh when Ragatha gave her a competitive look, “Oh it is ON”

~*~

“Dang it how is that the fifth time in a row?!” The doll exclaimed in disbelief after being beat in UNO for the fifth time. “I’m just that good.” Pomni replied proudly, Ragatha opened her mouth to say something when the door was kicked down and a tall silhouette stood in the doorway.

“JAX! You’re going to fix my door.” Ragatha told him, annoyed with his antics as he walked in the room with a laugh, putting the door back up and turning around.

“Aww playing UNO without me? Mind if I join?” Jax grinned, sitting down next to Pomni as they dealed the prankster in. “You’re not going to beat me Jax. Ragatha just lost to me 5 times.” Pomni stated with a competitive look in her eye.

“Hah! Clearly you’ve never met me Pipsqueak I am the ongoing champion of UNO in the circus.” Jax shot back with a grin, scooting over so his cards wouldn’t be seen as they started the game.

~*~

“What the h(Sproing!)ll?! Jax you’re cheating there’s no way!” Pomni stared dumbfounded as the rabbit won for the 7th time in a row. “I told you I’m the ongoing champ at this.” Jax reminded, nearly falling over laughing at the look Ragatha was giving him.

“Whaaat? You guys just can’t admit defeat.” Jax spoke in Ragatha’s direction and she huffed, turning back to the deck and shuffling them again.

“You’re obviously cheating Jax there’s no way, Pomni is literally a jester!” Ragatha exclaimed as she finished dealing the cards and took her turn as the others followed suit.

“I’m not cheating you guys are just sore losers.” Jax snickered, ignoring the 6th wild card in his overall pocket for now. “We’ll catch you eventually. We both know you’re cheating.” Pomni stated, staring at him suspiciously.

“Okaaay.” He drawled out with a sarcastic grin, taking his turn and watching, little did he know that Ragatha was watching him the whole time so when his turn came again and he pulled out the wild card from his pocket and subtly shuffled it into his deck Ragatha noticed.

“You ARE CHEATING! I SAW THAT!” Ragatha exclaimed, jumping up and staring down Jax who jumped up as well, Pomni following suit in confusion. “Wait what happened?!” Pomni cried amidst the chaos, turning to Ragatha in confusion.

“I caught Jax cheating!” The doll told her, gesturing to his previously held deck on the ground, catching the jester’s attention making her gasp in disbelief. “Jax!” Pomni exclaimed, looking at Jax with the same glare Ragatha was giving him.

The rabbit only chuckled nervously before swinging open the door and bolting, the girls hot on his heels.

~*~

“Would you like to hear about my insect collection?” Kinger asked, referring to everyone as he was up on the stage in a pillow fort, “You know what sure Kinger.” Zooble replied, leaning back on their hands and waiting.

“GET BACK HERE A(Bonk!)SHOLE!” They heard Ragatha yell, they all turned to the nearby hallway with a confused look, staring for a minute Caine was about to go float over and investigate but Jax beat him to it, flying around the corner laughing with Ragatha and Pomni right behind him.

Jax ran past Caine but the ringleader grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, effectively stopping him as the girls skidded to a halt behind him. “What happened?” Caine asked, looking over at Jax who stopped breathing heavily and looked over his shoulder at Caine.

“They’re chasing me for no reason!” Jax yelled, pointing over his shoulder to Ragatha and Pomni who scoffed, “He’s lying! We were playing UNO and he kept cheating!” Pomni exclaimed, pointing at Jax and getting into a running stance.

“Oh well I can’t condone that. Have at him.” Caine replied, letting go of Jax and floating out of the way. “What the h(squeak!)ll Caine?!” Jax squawked, looking over his shoulder and running.

Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough as Pomni charged up to him and tackled him to the ground, immediately using this opportunity to dig into his ribs causing the rabbit to jerk, yelping loudly and bursting into frantic giggles.

“Good going Pomni!” Ragatha grinned, coming up to the two of them and crouching down, grabbing Jax’s arms and dragging them above his head. “Dohohohollfahahace! Pihihipsqueheheak! Dohohohon’t!” Jax howled, kicking his feet behind him and squirming about.

“Heh. We’re doing tickle fights are we? Sounds fun.” Zooble smirked, standing up and watching the three of them, “Yes you’re right Zooble this is rather amusing!” Caine answered, floating down to Zooble’s level.

“Yeah…it is isn’t it?” Zooble laughed a little, grabbing onto Caine’s wrist and looking over at him. The ringleader, confused as to why the multicolored member was grabbing his wrist tilted his head in a confused manner, not understanding and earning a deadpanned look from Zooble.

They then jerked their head to the tickle fight between Jax, Ragatha and Pomni happening not too far away. Zooble watched the gears turn in Caine’s head for a moment before it finally clicked, his face heating up and his eyes widened.

Seeing that Caine had finally caught on Zooble grinned before tackling him to the floor and immediately going for his hips, “Zohohohohooble wahahahahait!” Caine laughed, reaching up and squeezing at the other’s side in hopes of a reaction but Zooble only smirked, “Sorry old man. Not ticklish.” They laughed and went for the kill.

~*~

“What is happening-?” Gangle spoke, curiosity and caution filling her voice as she watched the others, “I believe this is called a tickle fight.” Kinger replied, sounding equally as confused “Oh I see, how do you do this ‘tickle fight’?” She asked to herself, curiosity now piqued as she continued watching.

“I believe I’ve tried this before, would you like to try?” Kinger asked her, watching as the ribbon girl nodded her head in agreement, “Okay uhm..” Kinger began, looking around and just settling on the floor, he gestured to said floor and thankfully she understood, laying down on the ground as Kinger knelt beside her.

“Ready?” He asked her, smiling a little at her faint nod, “Okay..here we go.” Kinger told her, bringing his hands down and gently skittering over the ribbons on her sides, immediately she scrunched up, soft giggles escaping her as she squirmed a little.

“Thihihihis feheheheels strahahahange..” Gangle told him, covering her face with her ribbony hands, “Is it uncomfortable? Do you wish for me to stop?” Kinger asked her, making sure she’s okay. “Nohohoho it’s okahahahay..” Gangle reassured him through her giggles, a sunshine bright smile on her face as he gently tickled her.

~*~

“Hah! I got you now!” Jax exclaimed, keeping Pomni on the ground with one hand mercilessly tickling her upper ribs and the other arm wrapped around Ragatha who was currently pressed to his chest, her back to him as he rapidly skittered and scribbled his fingers over her sides and stomach.

“JAHAhahahahAHAX!” “ LEHEHET UHUHUS GOHOHO!” They both pleaded with him but he only laughed heartily, “Hehehe(Bonk!)ll no! Not how this works around here~” Jax taunted both of them, switching spots on Pomni, given the fact that she’s smaller he saw that she was reaching her limit so he reached down and kneaded his hand into her outer thigh making her buck with a scream.

“JAHAHAHAHAX!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” She cackled, kicking and pushing against him but he was wouldn’t let up, instead re-focusing his attention back on Ragatha, switching over to skitter and flutter over her neck causing her to scrunch up, airy giggles escaping her.

“Jahahahahax! Lehehehet me gohohoho!” She complained, struggling against him but he held firm, “Nohohope! You started this and now I’m finishing it!” He snickered, removing his hand from Pomni, now finished with her and seeing that she was done he focused all his attention on the doll in front of him.

“I…Ihihim not dohohone! Lehehet her gohoho!” Pomni exclaimed, standing up and re-tackling Jax back down effectively freeing Ragatha in the process.

~*~

“ZOHOHOHOOBLE PLEHEHEHEHEASE HAVE MEHEHERCY!!” Caine screeched, thrashing around and nearly smacking Zooble a couple times, the colorful circus member had found his spot a few minutes ago and was not letting up.

“Nope. Damn you thrash a lot watch it.” Zooble grumbled, still drilling into that one spot (backs of his knees) and dodging a flying limb or two. “ZOHOHOHOOBLE IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!” Caine cackled, trying his best to fly away to no avail.

“No really? I woulda never guessed.” Zooble deadpanned only making Caine laugh harder, “SHUHUHUT THE H(Sproing!)LL UHUHUP ZOHOHOHOOBLE!!” Caine snapped through his hysterics.

Zooble was about to make another snarky remark and tickle him harder just for that but at that moment he started repeatedly smacking the ground, the universal signal for ‘I give up’ so with a pleased smirk they slowed their fingers to a stop, climbing off the ringleader and letting him regain his composure.

“All good there giggles?” Zooble laughed, amused at Caine’s current state. “Shuhuhut…uhuhup Zohohooble..” Caine lay exhausted, sitting up and watching the two remaining fights.

~*~

“Everything okay still?” Kinger checked with Gangle for what felt like the millionth time, he’d switched to a spot that drew more frantic giggles out of the girl, her ribs.

“Yeheheah ihihits okahahay, AHA! Cahahaharefuhuhul!” Gangle yelped as Kinger brushed a bit of a sensitive spot. Now curious he moved his hand and started scratching at the space making Gangle’s giggles turn into full blown laughter, squirming more as the sensation became more unbearable with every passing second.

After a few more minutes of that and Kinger ‘accidentally’ prodding the space a little too hard Gangle called it, “Okahahahahay! Okahahay I’m dohohone I’m dohohone!” Gangle told him, tapping him on the arm a couple times and he backed off immediately, standing up and helping her up.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Kinger asked her, worry filling his voice though it quickly melted away as she waved him off, “No no it was good! Thank you!” Gangle cried happily, her comedy mask now back and perfectly intact as he smiled back at her, “Of course.” He replied, now turning to the last remaining group and showing Gangle as the girl turned to do the same.

~*~

“WAHAHAHAIT DOHOHOHOLL IM SOHOHORRY IM SOHOHOHORRYYY!!” Jax shrieked as Ragatha ruthlessly dug into the backs of his upper ribs.

Pomni, who was above him holding his arms up held one of his ears gently skittering and scratching over the top of it, the appendage in question twitching madly as it was gently attacked.

“POHOHOHOMNI NOHOHOHOT THE EAHAHARS PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY YOU TWOHOHO!!” Jax screeched, feet kicking behind him and scrabbling against the ground trying to find some sort of traction.

“Then give up and we will show mercy a(sploink!)sshole!” Ragatha shot back, a wide grin playing on her features as she held onto him. “FIHIHIHINE YOHOHOU WIHIHIN YOU WIHIHIN JUST PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Jax finally gave in, smacking the ground with his hand.

“Finally. I didn’t think you would ever give up.” Pomni muttered with a grin, letting go of Jax’s ear and crawling over to Ragatha to sit beside her as they watched Jax’s breathing even out.

“Yohohou two are the wohohorst!” Jax complained, “Them?! Yeah it was intense but you should’ve seen what this one can do!” Caine yelled from a few meters away, jabbing a finger at Zooble who sat with a proud look on their face.

“Wait…were you all watching that go down?!” Jax squawked, glancing around at Caine, Zooble, Kinger and Gangle who all nodded.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…there goes my reputation….” Jax muttered making them all laugh.

Lesson learned, never cheat in UNO.

(This one was fun! Thanks for the request friend! ^^)

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