While shrinking yourself down to a near-microscopic scale is an insane idea in concept, Squishi figured out a way to make it work. Living alone in his apartment, there was little chance for an unaware roommate to accidentally sit on or eat him. Nor were there any pets or obligations for him to have to deal with.
Using his time gear, he was able to reduce his size to about a tenth of a centimeter. The swampert was sure to make ample preparations, ensuring that the reversal remote was within arms reach at all times, as well as gathering all of the necessary food and drinks for an extended stay upon his now continental couch.
At such a miniscule height, crumbs that would otherwise be dismissed easily dwarfed Squishi, a reminder that he should really clean up his apartment later on to ensure any unwanted guests don’t show up. But that could come later. For now, his main priority was just to sit back and relax, with a near endless supply of a single cereal flake and a few drops of apple juice to live off of for a few weeks.
The couch itself was more than comfortable, Squishi keeping to the center of a cushion so that he wouldn’t tumble into the depths without means of escape. His reason for having this act as his home rather than a bed was simple. His already massive 65” television ballooned in size to become far larger than what any theater boasted, and the shrunken remote was modified to be powerful enough to still control the input.
And so he sat back, gathered a playlist of fittingly shrinkage focused movies to watch for the weekend, and pressed play. The corn flake wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal, but Squishi could easily rectify this on the next go around, sure that he could better prepare actual meals to be shrunk with him in the future. Besides, this interaction with larger objects was what he signed up for. Things were perfect.
Too perfect.
Before the end of the first day, disaster struck. A massive storm had been brewing in the region for the past few hours, and it was only just starting to pick up. Squishi had kept his window open to better air out his apartment, a decision he was beginning to regret as the winds grew to near-apocalyptic levels. All it took was one unfortunate blast of air through the window for the swampert to be blasted from his place of rest, and become trapped in the air currents above.
It all happened so quickly that Squishi was completely unable to reach for the remote to his time gear in time. Now without his lifeline, he was stranded at his size until he was able to land and use the automatic override. Unfortunately while being flung across his living room, a stray draft thrust the swampert off course, and through the open window.
Squishi was in a state of complete and utter panic, the only thing stopping him from screaming being the overwhelming winds that pushed his body to its absolute limits. The storm was at its full force by this point to take the micro stowaway miles away from his apartment, at comparative speeds that easily broke the sound barrier to his miniscule size.
Before long however, his trip came to a sudden halt, a house-sized raindrop colliding with the swampert as it descended from the heavens, engulfing him entirely within. Hurtling through the air trapped inside the improvised swimming pool, one drop among millions, Squishi barely had time to process what had happened before it finally collided with the pavement below, knocking him unconscious.
It was already morning by the time Squishi woke up, the storm had long since ended and the raindrop had mostly evaporated. Overall it looked to be a regular sunny day, one that should provide no real danger to anyone above an inch in height. Unfortunately for Squishi, an inch was easily a monument to him, twenty five times his microscopic stature.
Still in a daze from the fall, it took just under a minute for Squishi to realize that he was no longer inside his own house, and to remember the events that transpired to bring him to this foreign land. Looking around, he didn’t recognize any of the houses, and even the street sign miles in the distance didn’t ring a bell to him. He was completely and utterly lost.
Of course, the first thing that the swampert attempted was to enable the manual override on his time gear. However when pressing the button, it simply flashed a violent red and produced a sharp beeping sound. This clearly wasn’t good. If the device was truly bricked, Squishi now had no way to return to his normal size, apart from somehow finding people who could turn him back. People who wouldn’t think twice to examine a microscopic speck on the pavement.
His only hope would be found indoors, where someone would be more likely to look closer and potentially discover him. Additionally, he knew that the houses would likely contain food. Not that Squishi would like to be a thief, but in the hours that he lay unconscious he was starting to feel hunger pangs. And so, he began the long trek towards the closest house to him.
The main obstacle between the swampert and his goal was a massive unkempt lawn, clearly in need of a good mowing. Even the separation between the sidewalk and the lawn itself was perilous, having to climb down fifteen feet of rough concrete. And as he finally reached the dirt below, he realized how much of a challenge his trek was going to be.
The bright sky had disappeared to be covered with a thick layer of grass, tens of feet above him. If it weren’t for the fact that the house was a straight line ahead of him, Squishi may have become hopelessly lost. Additionally, the aftermath of the storm provided further challenge, the boulder-sized crumbs of dirt damp enough to have certain sections act close to quicksand. There were a few moments where the swampert had to quickly escape from his direct line or risk submerging into the dirt forever.
While there wasn’t much in the way of landmarks for him to go off of, Squishi did take note of a few things to not die of boredom during his journey. A massive penny, its diameter almost twenty times Squishi’s height, was embedded halfway into the ground. Even the indents for the lettering were larger than Squishi as he walked across its surface to spend as little time on the ground as possible.
A fear even greater than drowning or suffocating within the damp dirt below however was whatever insects and bugs lurking under the depths. Even an ant could easily make a snack out of a dozen Squishis with minimal effort, causing the swampert to look over his shoulder constantly. Rustling of leaves and grass blades was constant and deafening, close enough that Squishi was sure that he would be gobbled up at any instant.
Against all odds however, in the hours that it took for him to cross the lawn, Squishi didn’t encounter a single bug. Climbing back up the half-centimeter wall onto the concrete path was more of a challenge than getting down, especially as Squishi was easily exhausted from his long trek. And as the microbe saw his next obstacle, his heart sank.
A single brick step lay between him and the door to the house. Only two or three inches in height, it would have taken hours for Squishi to climb in its entirety. An impossible task without preparation, an ample meal and rest. Three things that Squishi did not have spare, daylight hours quickly dwindling. If only he could find a vine or weed to climb up, he would be able to enter, the crack at the bottom of the house’s door being more than tall enough to slip through.
Squishi’s pondering was immediately interrupted however by a loud rumbling coming from behind him. The house’s owner.
Being a tenth of a centimeter, the colossus was nearly two thousand times Squishi’s height, the only thing stopping single body parts from taking up his entire field of vision being her distance from him, still across the lawn. From his vantage point, he could easily tell that she was a human, likely in her mid 40’s. While initially safe, his view quickly changed as the woman quickly strolled through towards Squishi’s position. The day-long trek was easily taken in a matter of seconds, and before the swampert even had time to prepare, she was upon him.
There wasn’t even a need for her sandals to collide with Squishi for them to bring his world into chaos, the force of one landing a couple of inches from his position bringing forth a plume of dust, many of the particles rivaling his size. And when it lifted off from the ground in the next step, the simple change in air pressure was more than enough to sweep Squishi up from the safety of the ground.
Much like when caught in the storm, the sentient dust particle was unable to control his direction, stuck in turbulence while hovering around the city sized foot as it continued lifting up to its full height. Squishi was given a perfect view of this destroyer of worlds, an endless expanse of pink, capped with five flexing digits coated in oceans of blue.
Squishi felt almost at peace with this hypnotic sight, but things weren’t to last. After a second resting at its apex, the woman’s foot rushed downwards to complete her step. Yet again the force was enough to blast Squishi miles further into the air, trapped in the direct path of her flat chest as she walked towards the door to unlock and open it.
As the front door swung inwards, Squishi was pulled from his position into the house itself, far away from the orbit of the homeowner herself. And as she pulled herself inside, placing her keys on a table and moving out of the foyer, Squishi found himself alone, suspended in mid air. Without any real wind forces acting on his body, he was marooned without any way to move himself, only the ambient air conditioning allowing him to drift aimlessly.
And drift he did. Invisible to any potential observers, unless by some chance someone watching shared his microbial predicament, the only way he could be detected would be with light rays bouncing from his blue body. Even then, Squishi would have been seen as just another dust particle, even if unusually colored. It took upwards of an hour before the swampert finally entered into another room. The sun was already beginning to set, and Squishi’s hunger was continuing to grow.
Finally, the gathering of dust traveled into one of the downstairs rooms, Squishi entering an agonizingly slow descent before finally landing. Instead of any hard floor, he collided with a single thread of fiber, on the top level of a floor wide carpet. He was lucky to have landed on the top rather than drifting into the jungle below, an endless expanse of lint and dirt from where there would be no escape.
Grounded after what felt like forever, Squishi looked around to try finding anywhere he could get some actual nourishment or help. The city sized room appeared to be some kind of study, a massive desk at its far end below a window, blinds drawn. A large monitor sat at the desk, the webcam and microphone attached indicating a game live streaming setup. Clearly not indicative of the woman who had nearly killed Squishi an hour before.
Posters littered the walls of the room of various games and films, some that Squishi had seen before while others were entirely foreign to the swampert. And a bookcase that had long since been neglected likewise featured gaming memorabilia. Squishi played a small game in trying to see how many of the figurines he recognized: Kirby, Bowser, Revali, Flick, Mario, etc. Wait, nevermind; he must have been mistaken, the Revali figure simply being from his imagination.
Squishi’s momentary distraction was just that, something to divert his mind from the real task at hand. Needing to find both food and water, so that he could regain the energy to attempt being noticed by the woman who lived here. And so he turned his attention back to the desk, wondering if there was any food left on it by whoever streamed here. But before he even had a chance to ponder how he could possibly climb it, his view was immediately swallowed by a mountain of black, crashing into him to swoop the micro up from the carpet.
Unlike even the raging storm from last night, this was unlike anything that Squishi had experienced. Trapped on the flying behemoth while puny in comparison, his motion showed clear intent and direction, flying miles upwards to some unknown destination. While at first not knowing where he could possibly be stuck to, clues began to appear. Momentary flashes of blue feathers The sharply textured surface he was upon. The hurricane of what was clearly wing flaps.
“Is that a fucking bird?”
One would normally be ecstatic upon being noticed at such a miniscule size, yet Squishi was in pants shitting terror at his realization. He wanted to be noticed both as and by a sentient being, and not simply a crumb to be gobbled up by some feral bird that likely flew in from an outside window.
Attempting any kind of escape from the massive talons would prove to be near-impossible. Even if Squishi survived the fall back into the carpet below, what would stop the avian from simply locating him again, its eyes clearly able to complete the same task twice. He worried about what would happen when the bird finally landed. Would he be fed to its young, or be swallowed straight into the crop of his captor?
It wouldn’t be long until he found out, as the massive bird quickly found a place to land on the table, before flexing its talon to kick Squishi off. He tumbled to a halt several inches away, before getting back to his feet to face his predator. As Squishi had predicted, looking up he saw two massive eyes staring back directly at him, however as he continued to take note of the beast’s figure, he noticed something unusual.
Unlike the normal proportions of a bird, the two mountainous talon cladded feet that appeared in front of Squishi connected to legs instead of an expanded abdomen, more indicative of an anthro than any feral beast. Recognition began to flash in Squishi’s eyes as he continued looking upwards towards those eyes, the bird surprisingly clothed in what looked to be warrior garb.
His plumes shone the most brilliant blue as his wings extended, and upon his face was a beak of glorious yellow. The immense globes of his eyes shone a dazzling yellow, with a sea of red surrounding them. Everything about this bird was perfect, and Squishi immediately knew why. Because he had seen this bird before, in the video game that he had played six years ago, in his dreams, and as the amiibo that he had just noticed on the bookcase a minute before. Although he now knew it was no amiibo.
Before the swampert was Revali. An all too real rito who’s attention was entirely focused on the microbial Squishi.
Nothing about this should be possible, Squishi’s mind immediately coming to the conclusion that this must be a dream. He must still be asleep from when the storm flinging him outside knocked him out. Or perhaps he was still safe at home, having drifted off during his film marathon. But as he attempted the usual methods of waking himself up, nothing seemed to work.
The colossus above simply stared at Squishi’s efforts, clearly taking amusement in his confusion. A torrent of wind escaped from his massive beak as Revali failed to contain a chuckle. The sound arrived first, deepened and distorted to be a bassy rumble, before being followed by a blast of hot, thick air. The intoxicating scent of meat and berries was easily intoxicating to Squishi, drowning in euphoric bliss.
Satisfied that just this small sampler of ‘Revali’s Gale’ was more than enough to prove his dominance over the swampert, Revali’s beak contorted into a massive grin. He decided to wait a few seconds for the effects of his breath to wear off. After all, it would be unbecoming for someone such as him to improperly greet his guest, small and pathetic as he may be.
“Good evening, puny swampert.”
Revali was sure to emphasize the micro’s size in his greeting, just to drive home how much power he held over him. Knowing that under normal circumstances Squishi wouldn’t be able to hear his words, he modulated them to a pitch that could easily be recognized, even by specks. Forgoing his domination would easily be worthwhile with what was to come. And so he waited patiently for the microbe at his feet to come up with a response.
Squishi was still at a loss for words, even as the organic fragrance dissipated. Now knowing that this wasn’t a hallucination or dream, he attempted to come up with any logical explanation for the rito he had fantasized about for so long to be right in front of him. It was beyond his wildest dreams, being at such a tiny size as to needing to crane his head to even see more than the two black monoliths flexing before him.
Knowing that he was expected to speak with Revali’s massive head craning towards him to see better, Squishi tried coming up with a response. Still lost for words, the most he could utter was a faint “Re… Revali?”
The rito rolled his eyes, clearly expecting better, so Squishi gathered his confidence to attempt giving a better introduction. Before he could get his thoughts into words however, Revali interrupted. “In the flesh.” He was sure to give a curtsy in line with his pompous attitude, moving mountains of flesh and feathers just bowing down.
The fact that such a massive being could even understand Squishi filled him with a mixture of both shock and utter relief. Now sure that Revali wasn’t some hungry predator intending to swallow his crumb like form whole, he was able to let his adrenaline drop and think more rationally. Still trying to comprehend how any of this was possible, the seconds benevolently given to Squishi so that he could regain his lucidity allowed him to ask the avian god an actual question. One that was at the front of his mind.
“Aren’t you from a video game?” The fact that a fictional character was not only alive but also interacting with him still seemed too good to be true. Squishi even wondered if by some chance his own worship of the rito had somehow manifested him from nothing. Revali’s response gave no clear answers, simply snorting before stating “I am, but that hasn’t stopped me before.”
By now, Squishi had realized that Revali’s ambient actions of adjusting his posture and speaking didn’t affect him as much as they had during first contact. Either Revali was intentionally trying to hold back his massive strength, or he intentionally made his initial impression as stimulating to Squishi as possible. The implications of the latter being true both worried and excited him.
Nevertheless, he was still aching for at least some elaboration for how any of this could be possible. Clearly frustrated at Squishi’s continued silence, Revali decided to further interrupt his thoughts. “And before you ask how any of this is possible, you’re a swampert, correct?” Squishi slowly nodded, prompting Revali to continue. “Alright, and as far as I’m aware, Pokèmon is a video game too, so I should be asking you the same thing.”
That easily shut Squishi up.
What should have been more exciting than meeting his fictional idol was that Squishi had now seemingly achieved his goal. That being to have someone much larger recognize him, with the sentience needed to change him back to normal size. Now knowing that Revali could hear him, Squishi decided to ask him for help.
“Then you probably know I’m not supposed to be this size.” Revali cocked his head to express interest in Squishi’s story, allowing him to continue. “I wanted a few days of relaxation, so I used a modified time gear to shrink myself down. Unfortunately a storm flung me out of my apartment and to here, and I have no real way of returning to normal.”
Seemingly not getting the hint, Revali simply responded with “And… Why am I supposed to care about whatever misfortune you got yourself into? It has nothing to do with me.” Whether apathy or malice guided the colossus’ dismissal of Squishi’s plight was anyone’s guess, so he decided to ask the question directly. “Do you mind helping fix my time gear to change me back?”
Revali said nothing for a few agonizing seconds, seemingly staring at the collar on Squishi’s neck. Although it would have been impossible to tell, the micro’s entire body appearing as nothing but a blue pencil shaving to the rito. Eventually, he let out a bellow of laughter in response to Squishi’s question, one that he had failed to suppress. The force was directly in Squishi’s path, and easily blasted him from his position near Revali’s feet and towards the edge of the table. Luckily he landed just short of falling off back to the carpet below.
Getting back to his feet, sputtering and coughing from what was likely a broken rib or two, Squishi’s admiration had easily morphed into complete terror. He had completely let his guard down by forgetting that the avian before him was still ninety times his size, and more than capable of killing him with nothing more than a single flex of his colossal digits, accidental or otherwise.
Uncaring of Squishi’s clear injuries, Revali continued as though nothing had happened, his eyes never having left the swampert through his tumble. “Do you really think that I would need something like a time gear to boost a pathetic speck such as yourself?”
The words were hostile in their tone, Squishi still terrified for whatever Revali had planned. Even so, he couldn’t help but wonder whatever Revali meant by that, and if he still planned on helping him, even if the rito was careless in his initial treatment. Looking upwards to meet the macro’s gave, he saw a winged hand raise up in turn to point towards Squishi, before letting out a deafening
SNAP #
Squishi had long since lost count of how many times he had been lifted from the ground, whether it be from the wind, footsteps or Revali’s talons snatching his miniscule form up. However this felt different. There was no obvious force acting on his body or his surroundings, nor was there any real reason for this to happen. It was as if Squishi was weightless, floating upwards in line with Revali’s wing motion.
He knew that Revali was able to in some part control the wind, harnessing that power to assist him while playing Zelda, but telekinesis wasn’t an ability Squishi expected the rito to possess. But then again he shouldn’t be here at all, so the swampert decided to not really question what was happening. Even so, as he flew upwards towards Revali’s face, he wondered what other powers his captor possessed, and if he would truly be able to return Squishi to normal size.
Before long, he finally reached Revali’s colossal visage. To call it godlike would have been an understatement, taking up far more than Squishi’s entire field of vision. The colors were somehow even more vivid than before, shades of blue, yellow and red expanded to give perfect clarity to the micro, exposing every glorious detail.
Two massive green eyes stared straight into Squishi’s soul, swimming pools to easily be lost within. But as Squishi was distracted through this eye contact, Revali’s massive beak began to open. An endless pit of undulating muscles were laid bare before the swampert, a red carpet of a tongue more than ready to transport him into the throat. While Revali lacked in teeth, he made up for in dexterity, the sharp beak easily able to slice Squishi in two. The maw itself was producing saliva at a rapid pace, anticipating an easy meal.
And that’s what Squishi now thought of himself as, foolishly having let his guard down a second time to Revali’s majesty. Although he had fantasized about moments like this for many years, his cheeks glowing red with a heavy blush. If he was to be eaten today, adding to a god such as Revali wouldn’t be a bad way to go out. So Squishi embraced his fate with open arms, closing his eyes for the inevitable gulp.
But… Nothing happened.
Instead, Revali began to suck air in, blowing past Squishi as it entered his maw in preparation for what would come next. Squishi opened his eyes quickly so that he could understand what was going on, just before Revali bellowed out all stored air in an impressive blast even by the rito’s standards, focused directly towards the swampert.
Squishi’s eyes closed yet again, this time involuntarily. While he had been caught in the gale of Revali’s breath before, all prior times were both accidental and for short periods of time. This time was far greater, closer to a belch than a bellow, and more than able to vaporize Squishi in an instant. Lost in the torrent, all coherent thoughts gave way to complete overstimulation, the heat and scent being all that Squishi could perceive. Revali’s breath was now his entire world, seemingly having claimed him forever.
As the force subsided however and Squishi’s senses returned to at least being able to perceive the world around him, he was surprised to find that he wasn’t dead. In fact, as the feeling of his body came back to him, his broken ribs and other various injuries caused by Revali’s idle movements and actions no longer ached. It was as if Squishi had been completely healed by the gust of organic air. Even his hunger and thirst was gone.
If Revali was able to both control Squishi’s movements and fix his wounds, then perhaps he wasn’t bluffing when he stated that he could grow Squishi back to his normal size. While still in a flustered daze from the scent of Revali’s breath, he thought it wouldn’t be wise to keep him waiting any further, so Squishi made sure to be direct in his next question, directly in front of Revali’s beak, now closed in a smug expression as if expecting the response in advance.
“Will you grow me back?”
To that, Revali simply laughed yet again, the proximity making the impact far greater from when Squishi was on the ground. Lakes of spittle escaped from the avian’s maw to soak the micro from head to toe, the only thing stopping him from being blasted miles away being the force leaving him suspended in mid air. A few seconds passed, giving Revali time to relax, shifting his expression to one of neutrality as the swampert barely got the saliva out from his eyes. Finally he passed his judgment onto the swampert.
“NO.”
As to not deafen Squishi, the commanding voice was softened. But the impact was all the same to him. The only person who could have possibly saved him from this humiliating fate, his idol, had utterly rejected his pleads. And had complete control over his body, to do with as he had pleased.
Before Squishi could further plead his case in response, Revali continued. “To clarify, I could bring you back to normal, but where’s the fun in that? I think this size difference between us honestly allows you to see my good looks on full display, don’t you agree?”
He was sure to boastfully motion his hands across his massive body, making Squishi tilt his head downwards to see Revali’s full figure. It was then that he had realized that Revali wasn’t at his full size. In fact, he was still at the height of the amiibo that he had initially posed as when Squishi entered the room, three and a half inches at the tallest.
Realizing that Squishi’s attention had been lost for the most part, Revali decided to punish the miniscule intruder. “I usually wouldn’t give out a free demo, but honestly for you to really appreciate my majesty, you could always be a bit smaller.” Revali was sure to raise a wing towards Squishi, still hovering in front of the beak, contorting two clawed fingers into a pinching motion.
The act caused Squishi’s body to tingle, as if the fingers themselves were controlling his physical form. Microscopic adjustments of the claw caused his size to slightly adjust, only a few hundredths of a centimeter from the perspective of the outside world, but a sizable roller coaster of change for Squishi.
Just as he realized what was going on but before he could even open his mouth to protest the inevitable, Revali decided to finish the act, squeezing his fingers together to collide with each other and pinch completely. And in less than an instant, Squishi shrunk into nothingness.
It was a sensation like none other.
When Squishi had initially shrunk himself using his time gear, it was a gradual change to allow him to get into a proper position without having to worry about accidentally slipping into a grout too large to escape from. This time however was a rapid reduction in size, even from Squishi’s already miniscule tenth of a centimeter.
It felt as though he was falling endlessly, whether that was due to his reduction or if Revali’s levitation charm had worn off was unknown to the swampert. Sight quickly became impossible, the beak before him growing to planetary sizes before the universe around him became dark, too small for photons to even detect him, let alone let sight into his eyes.
The sensation was almost peaceful after a while, floating within an endless void without stimulus to distract him. If left alone for a while, perhaps he would have even forgotten the precarious position he was in, shrinking to subatomic sizes before a godlike rito. However Squishi’s peace was interrupted before he was able to properly relax, Revali deciding that the swampert had had his fun, and deciding to grow him back.
Sight was the first thing to return, a sharp bright light penetrating Squishi’s eyes, before other sensations began to appear. Both the perception and sound of the rushing wind as he barrelled through air particles, as well as a growing scent, strong and almost musky. In under a second, he has surpassed even his initial height upon meeting the rito, stopping at just under a half-centimeter.
Squishi expected to find himself again before Revali’s beak, but instead he appeared in front of a large cream colored object. Immediately downwards was a red cube, marked with a few dots. While it took a second for Squishi to understand what the object was, he quickly realized that it was a simple die, being sat on by Revali. Now large enough to have scent particles once again affect him, the swampert was hit with an overwhelming meaty aroma, one that reminded him of-
“Ahem, my eyes are up here, you know.”
Following the voice upwards, Squishi’s eyes rushed past the round object as well as the seemingly endless blue field to once again meet Revali’s gaze, yet again staring down at him at an angle far steeper from when Squishi was on the table. Retracing his gaze, the swampert quickly figured out what he was hovering in front of.
Revali’s massive bulge, many times Squishi’s size.
Despite his position being completely out of his control, and perhaps even planned by the rito, Squishi couldn’t help but feel a large wave of embarrassment wash over his body. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing to overwhelm his sense, for what was now clearly the musk emanating from Revali’s crotch was powerful enough to turn Squishi’s previously blue cheeks a blush of red impossible for Revali to ignore. Something that he would be sure to exploit.
“Perhaps, if you like my bulge that much, I should get the two of you acquainted.” Before Squishi could even understand the implications of what Revali had said a feathered hand larger than both the swampert and bulge collided with Squishi, akin to the speed of a truck collision.
While still easily able to overwhelm Squishi, Revali’s winged hand was no longer the behemoth that the swampert could get lost on, a talon now approximately his size. Additionally, whatever magic Revali had used to fix Squishi’s injuries previously caused by the rito seemed to apply to whatever torment inflicted onto him. Revali wouldn’t allow his toy to break too quickly, after all.
The destination of said hand was obvious, the massive bulge that Squishi was infatuated with just a few seconds ago. Being shoved against it with no care for the swampert’s safety, the feeling was at first far from what would be considered comfortable, comparable to being pressed against a building. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long.
Whether due to Squishi simply getting used to the torment, or another one of Revali’s tricks to make the experience as enjoyable for the both of them as possible, the harshness of the treatment began to subside, allowing Squishi to focus on something other than the crushing forces on his body.
Even more overwhelming than the natural musk emanating from Revali’s privates was the heat. Only a thin layer of fabric separated the micro from the rito’s massive cock and balls, but as he was pressed into it, said layer may as well have not existed, making Squishi subject to the full intensity. Despite his best efforts squirming to escape, the finger kept him wriggling in place, allowing his body to yet again become drenched, this time in a layer of sweat.
That isn’t to say the musk had no effect on Squishi, still working to cloud his mind. The cloth didn’t do much to stop it from escaping, and the scent clung to him as if Revali was marking Squishi as his property like an animal would do their territory. A single finger easily surpassing any free will Squishi had, it rubbed him across the bulge, its intensity ever increasing.
After a few seconds, Squishi wasn’t even struggling to escape, an act of submission that his captor was sure to punish with ease. “I’m not doing this for you, speck.” His face buried in the bulge still, Revali’s voice was heavily muffled, yet still powerful enough to shake through Squishi’s core. Realizing his mistake, the micro began to shake his body to the best of his ability, but it was far too late for that.
“For your disobedience, I believe it’s best you go into time out.” Even when unable to see Revali’s face, Squishi could very clearly see the smug grin that the rito was making within his mind’s eye. “A prison of my own choosing, of course. I’ll have to warn you about the warden; however, he can be rather demanding.”
Lifting his finger from the bulge, Squishi was taken with it, adhered to the rito’s appendage through a mixture of both Revali’s sweat and saliva. Even without much wind inside the room, the rush from being brought up to Revali’s face brought chills to the swampert, much like when one just exits a swimming pool on a cold day.
Now able to see the mental damage inflicted on the microbe stuck on his index finger, near-lost in a state of bliss and musk-drunkenness. He let out a slight chuckle, making sure to keep his beak closed lest he risk blowing Squishi off from his place of safety. Or at least before he deemed it necessary. Bringing him upwards served another purpose however, by giving him the room near his crotch for his free hand to reach in, and begin tugging on his waistband to open it.
Even from his position upon Revali’s talon, Squishi could feel the musk emanating from the cavern below.
“Be sure to at least squirm a small bit, mite.”
And with that, one talon scraped against another to flick Squishi off from his wing, and into the open air below. Winds rushed through his body as he soared past the red cliffs of Revali’s armor plate, and back towards where he was lifted from. The opening into the rito’s bulge was easily wide enough for Squishi to easily slip through despite his best efforts to redirect his course away from his captor’s most sensitive area.
His horizons were replaced by a dark fabric abyss as he tumbled through the massive underwear, and finally broke his fall on a large, soft platform. Although it was free of feathers, Squishi knew that he was still on the rito’s body instead of falling further down the cavern.
Directly at its source, the scent was almost visible with how it steamed upwards through a combination of both heat and musk. If Squishi wasn’t already acclimated through how Revali had tormented him over the past few minutes, he would have gone mad just through that alone.
Having face planted into the ground, Squishi noticed it as a world of vibrant pink before it immediately throbbed in pleasure at the swampert’s presence. He was sure to grip the massive shaft with all his might, a challenge with its smooth round surface easily surpassing Squishi’s own size.
And just as soon, because if the swampert had fallen off from the shaft, he would have easily fallen downward into the abyss below. While Squishi knew that Revali had gifted him with a unique level of durability, he didn’t want to test the point at which it broke by tumbling under the rito’s posterior before he sits with his entire weight.
The underwear that created the outer layer of the rito’s bulge was likely a size too small to properly contain his package. For when Revali finally let go of the elastic waistband, it immediately snapped back into place tightly around the member, adhering Squishi in place upon the immense cock.
Any light was quickly extinguished, apart from a thin layer emanating from the thin underwear. Not that Squishi was able to see it of course, his face shoved deep into the indent his body formed on the shaft. Squishi’s lack of sight did nothing but heighten his other senses which seemed purpose built to bask in the enormity of a single appendage that proved more powerful than his entire body.
Pressed deep into the source of Revali’s musk, the scent burrowed its way into Squishi’s brain, beginning to rewire it as a survival mechanism. If given enough time, Squishi would become dependant on Revali’s scent as he was previously on oxygen. The same was likely already the case of his sustenance, the salty sweat pooling on its surface the only water that Squishi had access to for the past day, water that the humiliated micro was instinctively swallowing with ease.
Feel and sound were just as equally affected, each throb of the immense shaft further pressing Squishi into the fabric. The sounds of blood rushing through the cock’s veins accompanied said throbs, with every heartbeat felt by Squishi as though they were his own. Given that the motionless member was able to overpower Squishi completely, once Revali’s feathered hand gripped the length to begin stroking, even the healing provided by the rito was beginning to reach its limits.
Caught in the thralls of Revali’s masturbation session, Squishi was compressed further into the length, edging dangerously close to the slit at its tip. While the swampert was luckily too large to fit into the hole leading into Revali’s deepest depths, his newfound position left him in just as dangerous a situation. As the cock gave way to nothingness, it became easier for Squishi to actually move around without being completely pinned. But that freedom was a double edged sword, and he slipped free before he even understood what was going on, tumbling further into the fabric abyss below.
Sure that he would be crushed under Revali’s ass, Squishi went into a complete and utter panic in an attempt to grab onto anything to prevent him from falling too deep. Luckily just below the monument of a cock was a spongy platform easily large enough for him to clamber onto as it motioned with the member. Wrinkled and scented with the same musk as the rest of Revali’s length, Squishi instantly identified it as a single one of Revali’s balls.
Unsure if Revali noticed him missing, Squishi enjoyed this moment of reprieve, glad that he had not fallen the rest of the way towards the bottom of the macro’s bulge. The rigidness of the table would have trapped Squishi between a cock and a hard place, and his meager life would likely be snuffed out unaware as Revali’s masturbation would cause his balls to grind Squishi out of existence in a humiliatingly deadly T-Bag.
And so he stayed nestled against the wrinkled flesh, trying not to be noticed while still knowing that he would be punished for not making Revali’s session more pleasurable. Still, every second he held out was a second of victory, of sheer hope that after the storm ended, Squishi would be freed, and grown back to his normal size.
Whether Revali knew Squishi’s location or not had no relevance, for within a few seconds the jerking motions suddenly stopped as the colossal rito seemed to notice something. Nestled between cock and ballsack, Squishi wondered for a second if he had been noticed, yet this silence was unlike anything the micro had experienced up until now. There was no throbbing of flesh, nor even the rushing of blood through Revali’s veins.
That was when the flesh of Revali’s testicles immediately tensed up, before beginning to shift. At first the wrinkles simply smoothed out to give way to a more uniform landscape of flesh in a way that could be explained just by Revali flexing. To complement the lifeless silence emanating from below, the crotch simultaneously hardened and cooled to leave Squishi resting against an uncomfortably rigid surface that reminded him surprisingly of… Plastic.
“Wha-”
Before Squishi could even finish his thought, the member, along with the puny swampert clinging onto its surface, blinked out of existence.
Much like when Revali had previously shrunk the swampert, Squishi yet again found himself floating in what seemed to be an endless void. Unknowing as to what was going on outside, he wondered why Revali would reduce him to nothing but a microbe on his cock, as he wouldn’t even feel the swampert squirming. But as he waited for any of his senses to normalize, he quickly realized that something was clearly wrong.
Even at sizes too small for the outside world to affect him, Squishi could at least affect himself, hearing his own heartbeat and feeling the miniscule rush of air caused by his own heavy breathing. This was no longer the case, his own senses utterly robbed from him. Not even the musk fused to his being was able to be sensed. Squishi opened his mouth to yell out, or do anything to end this sensory isolation, only to realize that he could no longer open his mouth.
Or close it, for that matter.
For as much as Squishi attempted to confirm his own existence, every attempt ended in complete failure, with him unable to both see or feel his body. A body that he slowly came to the horrifying realization no longer existed, Squishi having been entirely erased from existence. Despite the existential panic that would normally come from you thinking you just died, Squishi’s mind was already numbed to the torture that it had endured over the past several minutes, and could only question how or why Revali could have done such a thing.
He didn’t need to wait for long however, as a bright light shone through the dark nothingness. The increased brightness didn’t do much to illuminate Squishi’s surroundings, still the same shade of black. Realizing that it was a window instead of an independently glowing object, Squishi’s focus shifted from the panic of his situation as a coping mechanism, hoping that whatever was past the viewfinder could explain his situation, and that it wasn’t what he feared.
Squishi expected his view to be that cloth canopy he found himself trapped within, but to his surprise he was seemingly no longer inside Revali’s bulge, still inside the massive room with no Rito to be seen at all.
Not noticing that the window was slowly growing larger to fill his entire field of vision, Squishi couldn’t help but take note of his newfound height. A few inches above from what was most likely the desk, the perspective didn’t feel like he was floating, but instead stood on some form of ground. He had forgotten that this was not his own view, believing that he had somehow grown back, or at least to a more manageable size, and was about to attempt stepping forward until he noticed someone staring back at him through the doorway. The woman who inadvertently first brought him into this house.
A tissue in one massive hand and a handheld swiffer in the other, she was clearly in the process of cleaning the house, and had seemingly just entered the downstairs bedroom to continue her crusade. Squishi attempted to wave his arms to get himself noticed by someone who wouldn’t just use his size for sexual pleasures, but found that he couldn’t move an inch. But that didn’t matter, surely she would notice a very much alive swampert having appeared on the desk, one that hadn’t been there before… Right?
But as she dismissed Squishi and continued to survey the desk, he realized his mistake and began to better survey his situation. Overriding his own selective filter, he was able to see his own nose, or what should have been his nose. Instead, in front of him was an elongated yellow beak, with a bluish object appearing a short distance away. His mind immediately went to Revali, but instead of keratin, it appeared to be made of something else. Plastic.
In an instant he realized exactly what was going on. While Squishi at first had presumed that the rito was simply posing as an amiibo to more easily spy on him when he first entered the room, it may have been a more convincing disguise than simply freezing in place. When the human entered the room, Revali must have instinctively reverted back to his toy form to avoid detection, losing detail not needed for a figurine. Squishi didn’t remember seeing a bulge during close inspection of his own Revali amiibo, likely as it was intended to be a child’s toy, so it was most likely erased upon conversion to be as accurate as possible. Along with the microbe of a swampert previously resting on his now non-existent cock.
While it was still unknown if he would be actually brought back from wherever he was once Revali returned to his sentient form, the fact that Squishi now knew what happened put his mind at least somewhat at ease. Continuing his thoughts, he realized that if the viewport he was staring through was Revali’s eyes, he must be trapped within the rito’s mind, either as a figment of his imagination, or simply his entire consciousness transplanted on for eventual retrieval.
Squishi wondered if Revali even knew that he was trapped here, exploring his limited presence within the rito’s mind to find a way to communicate with his captor. But just as Squishi began thinking of how he could possibly begin his search, the window to the outside world immediately vanished from view, only to be replaced by an impossibly powerful roar that could tear apart galaxies, let alone the swampert trapped in its direct path.
Revali’s laughter.
Whether it was a response to the discovery of Squishi’s pitiful reduction to nothing more than a figment of the rito’s imagination, or at how long it took for the swampert to figure out his predicament was anyone’s guess, but the result was all the same. Squishi was at Revali’s complete mercy, and if the rito was anything to go by through the past minutes of torture, he was anything but merciful.
If he wanted to, Revali could have erased Squishi from existence with only the slightest bit of mental effort. In fact, it took considerable effort for him to keep Squishi around, any loss of concentration threatening to cause Revali to momentarily ‘forget’ about his captive. From the rito’s perspective, Squishi was nothing more than a miniscule part of his own being, less significant than the taste of yesterday’s breakfast that had already mostly been forgotten.
With how woefully uninteresting the puny swampert had been physically, Squishi thought that he would best be left to stay within Revali’s short term memory for the seconds it took for him to be extinguished. If anything, it would at least end his torment, the walls of Revali’s psyche almost crushing him with its enormity. But perhaps Squishi still had some use to the rito, even as a temporary figment of his imagination, and thus he was spared from being forgotten for now.
Revali never spoke to Squishi, because he saw no need to. His thoughts were laid bare across his mind to surround the tiny, intangible speck, who had barely the strength to survive them, let alone interpret their meaning. They seemed to rupture through his entire being, before suddenly ceasing. At the eye of the storm and feeling somewhat more existent, Squishi realized that this could only mean that Revali’s full attention was focused on this insignificant part of his brain.
Not that this momentary peace lasted long, for as soon as Revali figured out how to deal with his literal intrusive thought, he shifted his attention to a far more active segment of his mind, dragging Squishi along for the ride. This area was filled with thoughts, sensations and scenarios unknown to the swampert, yet easily recognizable even from his internal point of view. Revali was beginning to daydream, figments popping out of thin air just as tangible as Squishi, and erased just as quickly.
Trapped in the endless storm of hundreds of locations and objects, Squishi knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, even with Revali’s assistance in remembering him. He felt his very being begin to melt away into the indescribable soup of thoughts, much like color from a painting with its line art erased blending into the background. And just as Revali honed in on a scenario out of the stream of consciousness to focus on, Squishi’s reality collapsed in on itself.
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For a few blissful moments, everything appeared normal. Squishi woke up outside at what was clearly a normal size, the events of the past day seeming like a bad dream. But as he sat up on the wooden platform, he realized that he actually had no idea where he was. Or rather, he knew that he had been here before, but just couldn’t put his webbed finger as to where exactly, putting a name to the locale.
Squishi’s surroundings were filled with hilly, snow capped mountains, a natural rocky spire housing the village he found himself in. It wasn’t until he noticed some of the village’s occupants, anthropomorphic avians much like Revali, that he realized why he was so familiar with this place. He hadn’t been here physically, but instead digitally. From the hundreds of hours he had spent exploring Hyrule in ‘Breath of the Wild’, namely Rito Village.
Knowing that this location was just as fictional as the boastful rito who had already shown himself to be terrifyingly real, Squishi instantly knew that he wasn’t dreaming, and was in fact still trapped in the mind of Revali. And just when coming to that terrifying realization, an all powerful boundless voice encompassed the area, causing the lesser ritos to cower in fear.
Despite the unmistakable intonation of the voice making it clear that Revali was seemingly demanding something from the inhabitants, Squishi couldn’t see his new god anywhere, nor could he anymore understand the words he was saying. Unlike when first meeting Revali, the words were clear enough so that the amplification only made the words easier to parse, yet the meaning was foreign.
One given more time to think, or simply not having a mind as broken as Squishi’s would simply attribute this to dream logic, similar to other irregularities such as people popping in and out of view, and a lack of fidelity to Squishi’s environment that can never be recognized when within the dream. The conceptual micro instead came to the conclusion that Revali had so greatly surpassed the swampert in importance that he was now an eldritch god in comparison, as understandable to him as he would be to a bacteria clinging to his skin.
It was only after this hypothesis that Revali’s massive form seemingly materialized out of thin air. Far larger in stature than Squishi had ever seen him in the past hour of torment, the rock formation that Rito Village was built upon was barely even the height of his ankle. Even from his elevated position, Squishi still needed to crane his head upwards to see Revali in all of his glory, a sight all the more magnificent with how the rito perceived himself in his own mind.
Still mostly lost in awe, Squishi finally noticed Revali’s clothing, or lack thereof. The massive pink cock, somehow seeming even more detailed and vivid than when Squishi’s physical form was pinned onto it, loomed over the village in all its girth. Revali, seemingly amused at his own enormity, gripped the member in his claws and lowered it to the ground just a few hundred feet away from the spire in an act of comparison.
Rito Village was obviously dwarfed. The aromatic musk alone was far greater than any of the town’s inhabitants, which made sense, given that they were all just conjured by the thoughts of Revali. “Including me…” Squishi noted to nobody in particular, having forgotten for a second that this was all just a fantasy, a daydream that he was an unwitting participant of. And given the colossal length still growing in its errectness, he quickly realized what type of daydream this was.
If Revali so chose, he could easily transform the village into a pile of rubble with just a single throb, but he showed restraint, instead lifting his cock from the ground and littering debris lifted up across Lake Totori. No, Revali wanted his internal passenger to survive. After all, who else would he have to enjoy the show?
Was this really what Revali daydreamed about? To not be a protector of his own people, but to instead rule over them at such an immense size? Squishi considered for a moment that Revali’s presence and newfound amplification of his already boastful personality was borrowed from his own macrophilic fantasies of the rito, either with Revali somehow conjured into existence through the initial form of the amiibo, or having his mind mixed with Squishi’s own through becoming part of his thoughts. It was becoming harder by the second to determine who out of the two was real; however Revali was currently at a massive advantage.
It would have been an apt comparison to refer to Revali’s member as an interplanetary laser as it loomed menacingly over the village. The cockslit alone was an endless tunnel, pulsing rhythmically with each throb synced with Revali’s strokes. As the cock further hardened through the rito’s masturbation, a thick musk began to emanate from it, almost appearing as a visible mist as it swept through the town.
The imaginary ritos surrounding Squishi were quick to run in fear, to anywhere outside of Revali’s range. None were as adept at flying as their supposed champion, with any chance of them escaping the moat surrounding their island a near-impossibility. Of course, things were far worse for Squishi, the sole inhabitant of this dreamscape without the power of flight.
As Revali approached his climax, a single drop of pre began to form at the edge of the slit as it yawned open to accommodate it, ballooning out before its circumference was breached and it shot out into the open air. Despite the cock being aimed directly at the village, the city block-sized droplet simply fell downwards, crashing into the lake surrounding Squishi’s refuge.
The meteoric impact could not be understated, the only thing stopping the tidal waves caused by the pre from tearing through the village was its height above the lake. Still, the crater was close to overflowing into the surrounding landscape, with its waters being permanently replaced by the thick gooey substance. Heat and scent were only amplified further, with the only thing preventing Squishi’s insanity being that Revali controlled every aspect of his form, mind included.
The fact that a single drop could cause that much destruction was just as much a source of Squishi’s awe as it was a chilling preview of what lay still churning in Revali’s balls, approaching release. And as the stroking intensified, Revali’s grip traveling hundreds of feet every second, said release was already an inevitability, the hot seed building up at the base of his member.
Time was almost at a standstill for Squishi, a million years having passed in the second before Revali blew his load. And then it was all over in an instant, a final throb being the tipping point needed for his fate to be sealed. An ocean of semen the speed of a bullet train blasted out of the length in thick, milky ropes, replacing the entirety of Squishi’s view of the sky with a sea of white.
A sight only admired for a millisecond as it crashed into the village surrounding him, erasing it from existence. There was no shrapnel of wood, no broken bodies or remains of the natural spire, only Squishi among the entirety of Rito Village surviving Revali’s masturbatory assault solely by choice of the rito hosting his parasitic consciousness.
Instinctively attempting to orient himself within the gunk, the swampert was puny enough for individual sperm cells to be visible as wriggling tadpoles, however even if his eyes were not glued shut with the viscosity of the fluid, it was far too opaque to see anything through. Without any inkling of where he was in the release, and his lungs burning for air, Squishi could do nothing but choose a random direction and swim.
It took only a few seconds for Squishi to breach the surface, rubbing the excess semen from his eyes before being blinded by a bright light. As he adjusted to the change, he realized that he was no longer outside, but had been moved somewhere else. A glowing fluorescent bulb replaced the sun, and the white walls and ceiling gave Squishi the immediate impression of a kitchen or bathroom.
Not that it mattered where he was located, as the swampert was still trapped within the top layer of a slowly hardening puddle of cum as one daydream transitioned into the next. As he continued to look upwards, he noticed that the only other constant in this scenario was Revali, still smirking and plotting his next move to torment his prisoner.
Revali’s complete control over this reality would have allowed him to be as creative as possible with his plaything. He could turn Squishi into a single one of the billions of sperm at his feet and let him dry out on the hardwood floor. Or he could instead translocate the speck to his cum’s source to be shot out into another Rito or a tissue. But as he looked at the puddle beneath him, he decided that a much more simple torment would be far more sufficient.
Beneath Revali’s notice, however, the reality embedded within him was far more easily malleable than he could have guessed, each momentary ponder manifesting itself before the swampert below him. Squishi could feel his blue form rapidly shift in ways incomprehensible to him, before the thoughts dismissed themselves to return him to his normal form before the damage became permanent.
Entirely drained by this point, Squishi could only look up at Revali as he raised what appeared as a planetoid painted in the deepest onyx. No, that couldn’t be right, it was far too organic, too misshapen to be a planet. Two mountainous spires of white protruded from its front with a third from its back, what Squishi somehow recognized as talons. Large as it was, this was Revali’s foot, rapidly descending towards the puddle of cum in which Squishi was helplessly trapped.
His own consciousness connected to that of Revali’s, Squishi could feel the gooey texture of the lake as the rito stepped into it, disconnected from his own body. This out of body experience did not last long, however, as the thin membrane of the cum lake’s surface was penetrated, the endless expanse of the foot crashing into Squishi to force him through the ocean and into the hardwood floor below.
The pressure from above adhered Squishi into the descending sole, individual cracks and ridges forming vast canyons that were quickly filled as the cum that wasn’t displaced by the step seeped into every crevice. In the millisecond between striking Squishi and landing on the floor, the swampert was sure that impact would cause his death, becoming nothing but a microscopic red stain to be washed off. But he had forgotten that the rito in charge of this reality had the final say in Squishi’s existence, and he seemingly wanted the swampart around for at least a while longer to keep himself occupied.
As though the ground didn’t even exist, Squishi was forced through the ground, tumbling through what seemed to be a black expanse of wood and stone, before suddenly reemerging on what seemed to be the other side. Squishi immediately found himself sitting in an endless grassy plain, the artificial light of the room replaced by that of a sun. Feeling himself to check for any damage, Squishi was shocked to find not only that he lacked any injuries, but also that he was completely dry, as if the sea of ejaculate he was previously trapped in never existed.
The landscape was almost peaceful, and knowing it would just be a few relative moments until Revali returned to further torment him, Squishi simply laid down on the soft grass and closed his eyes in an attempt to capture any moment of solace that presented itself. And just as he thought, a shadow quickly grew across the green expanse to signify his moment of rest was up.
When Squishi first observed Revali’s maw in the ‘real world’, he was almost willing to dive into it unprompted. And even after all of the pain that the rito had caused him, that he had caused Squishi to no longer exist, he still in many ways felt the same. Of course, this was helped by the massive increase in size, the beak seeming poised to swallow up the entire planet on which Squishi resided. Given the fact that this was Revali’s daydream, it was likely this was actually the case, a show of complete dominance on a planetary scale solely for his own benefit, as well as to tease the microbe invader.
Thick strands of saliva could no longer even be compared to waterfalls, each half of the beak connected by enough spit to replace all of the world’s rivers. Each exhalation of the rito was an equal show of power, warmth, and musk, replacing the atmosphere that Squishi breathed in to almost choke on its scent. The view filled up the swampert’s entire field of vision, as even turning his head to either side showed nothing but the beak as it began to kiss the horizon.
As the all-encompassing maw slowly drifted into view, Squishi thought of himself as a germ’s germ compared to Revali’s immenseness, to his glory. But not even that would be an apt comparison. Squishi no longer existed, after all. All of his accomplishments, his hopes and ambitions, all erased with the swampert’s physical form and replaced with a single purpose.
Make things entertaining for his god, or have the final remnants of his separate consciousness forgotten. Squishi wasn’t sure how much longer of this he would be able to properly endure, being dragged from one scenario to the next without ceasing to be tormented. And given his intangible nature, Revali could be as cruel to his captive as he so chose, without worry of killing Squishi.
Either it was his own drive to survive for as long as he was allowed to, or Revali’s overwhelming presence brainwashing and conditioning him, but Squishi allowed himself to simply embrace his new god and the best plaything he could possibly be, even with a universe of difference separating them.
It took just that long for the maw to encompass itself around the planet and clamp down, leaving Squishi yet again alone in a dark, moist environment. The earth no longer beneath his feet, the swampert tried to gain his bearings, only to find to his surprise that he could reach the roof of Revali’s beak. He had somehow transitioned to a far more manageable size in the split second that he was consumed. This change, however, was just as much a detriment as a benefit, each movement on the constantly shifting tongue more akin to rapids than slow moving tides.
Although the maw was clamped shut, enough light shone through the thin layer of keratin to allow Squishi enough visibility to experience this god’s maw in all its simulated glory. Mobility was a luxury that Squishi did not hav,e however, the cramped nature of the beak allowing only the slightest movements not forced by the tongue, which constantly moved the swampert across the cave, appearing to taste him.
It somehow didn’t feel much like being tasted. Slowly becoming used to this dream logic, Squishi could tell the things that were slightly off with this world. It was in ways impossible to describe from within, but the texture of saliva, the motions of the tongue and the pre-baked lighting were fake enough to make it obvious that this world was created by Revali, and if he managed to escape, Squishi was sure that he could tell the real world from the fictional.
Even knowing that being swallowed would likely just shift him to another scenario, Squishi hoped that he tasted good enough to instead just further savor. What happened next was something not even the micro could expect.
Within the span of a second, the two halves of the beak quickly separated, just enough for the dexterous tongue to forcibly shove Squishi halfway out before clamping back down again. The swampert lacked any time to even understand what was happening, let alone react, as his body collapsed in on itself from the immediate pressure, close to severing him in half.
Squishi expected a sharp, lethal pain, yelping in an agonized exclamation, only to feel nothing where his chest was replaced by Revali’s top beak. Both halves of Squishi could be felt, however, the beak simply flattening his middle instead of slicing it entirely. The two halves continued to grind together, threatening to finish the job by severing Squishi in two before opening once again to allow him to inspect the damage done.
His torso and arms were entirely flattened where bitten, appearing almost cartoonish to Squishi as he looked over to inspect the damage. And even where the beak did not strike, his body somehow seemed changed in some way. When trying to move his deformed arm, it appeared stuck to his chest, as if instead of flesh it consisted of Blu Tack, or even…
Oh no.
As if on cue, Revali’s tongue once again lurched into motion, flicking upwards to fold both halves of Squishi into a contorted square. His face now stuck fast to his own legs, Squishi struggled in place to loosen himself, but as the saliva further bound with his softening form, movement itself became impossible by the time the next bite arrived. This time his head was unspared, the beak effortlessly bludgeoning it into itself so that it was impossible to tell where Squishi’s top ended and his bottom began.
Squishi was becoming more unrecognizable with every bite taken, slowly being balled up within the maw. His fur and skin having their texture replaced by that of gum, any indication that he was once shaped like a swampert became harder to parse by the second. To an outside observer, Squishi was nothing but an ordinary stick of bubblegum, and Squishi was beginning to believe it too. He began to sense his own taste, a familiar sweet flavor the name of which was out of reach. Each chew continued this assault, with any sense of self escaping the micro as his flavor seeped into Revali’s tastebuds.
Revali’s lack of teeth made chewing far more difficult than it would have been for a mammalian anthro, whose molars would have far more easily flattened and reshaped the blue raspberry tasting gum. Even with this handicap, he made quick work of Squishi as he was tossed around the beak and flattened by both keratin and the pressure between Revali’s tongue and the roof of his beak.
It took about a minute for the rito to tire of Squishi’s manufactured flavor, pausing his torment to decide how to dispose of this gum. Swallowing it, throwing it in a trash can, or sticking it somewhere would be downright unsanitary, even if intangible, so it would make most sense to deal with it the way anyone would use chewing gum. By blowing a bubble.
By this point, Squishi had been flattened, deformed and pulverized to no end, all evidence of his previous form hidden, if not utterly erased. He was unsure if Revali would even be willing or able to return him to his humanoid body after being so greatly damaged. He knew what his fate would be, Revali’s thoughts loud enough to be projected into the cavernous maw in immense, visible lettering. So when his body was flattened against the roof of the beak in preparation, Squishi wondered not what would happen, but how Revali’s beak shape could even blow a bubble.
Dream logic made this answer simple, however, as when the bubble of Squishi’s consciousness began to expand and stretch into the outside world, the sides of the beak acted as a barrier, to which the gum provided an airtight seal. Somehow still able to see despite his eyes long since melding into the homogeneous blue surface, he was once again able to see into the eyes of Revali. Expecting to see a teasing wink or glare of disdain, what Squishi saw instead terrified him. There was nothing in the rito’s eyes, appearing to stare entirely through the expanding bubble as though it were any ordinary gum. As though Squishi no longer existed.
As the gum expanded to its breaking point, what remained of Squishi’s body stretched to become thinner than paper, thoughts becoming less legible as every aspect of his personality and sense of self was replaced by only the need for release, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear. And finally, after an agonizing second of expansion,
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The first millisecond after the explosion was spent in absolute euphoria, both for the release after having been wound up for so long within the maw, and the overwhelming burst of seemingly every emotion being felt as one. But eventually the millisecond passed, and euphoria turned to horror as Squishi’s squishy body tore apart, shattering into at least a dozen fragments of gum. He could feel himself in each piece as they flew away from each other, his consciousness fading in each one until only a single speck remained in an endless, dark void.
Just as Squishi’s gum form was tossed out by Revali once his flavor ran out, the part of the rito’s brain that he resided in was likewise discarded as the omnipotent god either moved onto the next daydream or moved to more pressing matters in the real world. And much like most discarded memories or dreams, Squishi found himself lost in an endless sea of consciousness that was due to be overwritten.
Despite knowing that he meant nothing to the rito apart from a momentary pleasure, given that Revali had made that very clear in the real world, Squishi couldn’t help but feel a great deal of betrayal. He did everything that the giant had asked, kept things interesting, and accepted him as his new god. But that comparison was no longer accurate. Revali was closer to an uncaring universe, unable to even perceive any pleas for help, Squishi just a microscopic part of his larger whole. And as his soul was ripped apart in this stream of thought, Squishi could do nothing but-
One benefit of the real world is that opposed to a dream, where for most people the division between the real and the imaginary can be difficult to parse, reality is instantly recognizable. So when Squishi popped back into existence alongside Revali’s animate form, he knew that he was back. But from this dream, he knew that he was back in a waking nightmare. He was still embedded in near complete darkness, but the scent of immense musk permeating his being made him realize that he was back where he started, within the immense bulge of the rito.
But was it always this large? Still nestled against the wrinkles of one of the massive balls, he began to slowly sink into them, not through any increased weight but simply by being small enough to slither through the cracks through no effort of his own. Before the swampert submerged completely within the flesh, light finally graced the chamber as Revali opened his briefs and let his immense package flop out of his bulge.
Before his eyes were able to readjust to the light, Squishi once again felt the unmistakable sensation of being telekinetically lifted from his prison. Unwilling to even look at the expanse of the Rito’s body which Squishi was far too well acquainted with by this point, he simply closed his eyes and waited for Revali to inflict whatever torture he had next planned, sure that his torment would now go on forever.
“Look at me, speck.”
Hearing Revali’s voice for the first time since before he was trapped in his thoughts, Squishi no longer felt flustered by its power, any remnants of adoration and affection towards the giant replaced with dread and terror. Revali’s changed tone of voice didn’t help things either, losing any of its teasing nature to be one of annoyance with a slight tinge of anger.
Worried as to what offense he may have caused Revali in his attempts to survive being forgotten in his mind, Squishi’s eyes instinctively opened to face the rito. What he saw shocked him.
While not as large as he managed to appear in his own mind, Revali’s visage was still monstrous, and made up for in enormity with a frightening level of detail that was impossible to conjure even in his brain. That’s why the wrinkles seemed different to how the micro had left them. Revali must have grown tenfold since Squishi first entered his bulge. No. For whatever reason, Revali had shrunk the swampert again.
“You’re mistaken, Squishi,” Revali bellowed, seemingly able to sense his thoughts. “This was entirely your doing.” Confused as to what this could mean, Squishi attempted to raise his voice in protest, only for no words to escape. It took until he raised his hands to his mouth to confirm that it still existed for Squishi to notice that it wasn’t just his voice and size that changed, but his entire body.
Able to look at his arms, he couldn’t help but note that his body was… Less detailed, any imperfections or markings on his skin replaced with a smooth coating of blue. The texture was almost glossy in nature, and attempting to feel it showed no warmth. Further inspection of his body showed the same, with even his own heartbeat no longer existent.
Perhaps Squishi’s trip through the rito’s mind destroyed more than just his pride, only spitting out what was remembered of the swampert, which was his body shape, mind, and diminutive size. The rito likely didn’t even recognize his pitiful squeaks as language. But as Revali’s beak curled into a soul eating grin, Squishi would soon learn how much worse his situation actually was.
Almost eager to strip all hope from Squishi, Revali continued his explanation. “It’s a shame, honestly. You were only in there for a few seconds, but I presume my superiority was too much for you to handle…” A few seconds? Squishi could have sworn that Revali was tormenting his mental pet for hours, but the mind can easily warp one’s perception of time, momentary daydreams lengthening tenfold for the swampert trapped within.
“Once I came looking, you were practically nonexistent, a babbling mess of loose thoughts and memories. There was barely any of you left even willing to be let out-” Revali paused to see a look of horror plastered on Squishi’s face, giving a sly wink in the process. “That’s right, mite. Most of you is still in here.” He tapped his clawed finger at his cranium just to emphasize the point. “In fact, since I put you back together, you’ve become somewhat of an earworm. A persistent pest unable to do anything apart from worship and praise. Frankly, it’s annoying.”
For obvious reasons, Squishi was still speechless. If what Revali was telling him was true, even calling his diminished stature a fraction of what it once was would be an overstatement. Attempting in vain to see how much he had lost, he tried to remember the layout of the room that he shrunk himself within. Nothing. He tried remembering his best friend’s name. Nothing. He tried remembering anything, a single person or name outside of Revali. Nothing.
Even his own name started to become a foreign concept. Any evaporating memories that the micro may have once had seemed forever unreachable, the tortuous ability to remember that he had them becoming their only remnants. But thinking about it, why should a speck of dust have a name? He no longer represented whatever blue species he may have once been, and had no idea how much smaller he now was compared to his earlier self, a lifetime behind him.
Amused at Squishi’s attempts to rediscover his stripped identity, Revali could do nothing but snort, sending a hurricane of hot, humid air to further batter the microbe. “And so, what to do with you?” The rito was lost in his pondering, Squishi sure that the remainder of his old self was being tormented as he thought up engaging scenarios. That was until the behemoth’s expression changed to a look of sheer disappointment, one that sealed the speck’s fate.
“Honestly, why should I give you the satisfaction of even being beneath me? I ask you to pleasure my whims, or at least squirm. And yet, even in my most intimate places, you are passive. Willing to worship but not to serve.” With Revali’s words in the same cadence as a breakup speech and unable to plead his case, Squishi now knew the one thing he feared more than Revali’s further torment. Being dismissed by him.
Already set in his decision, Revali telekinetically brought Squishi up to his visage a final time to give him a mocking farewell. Squishi didn’t need to be linked to Revali’s mind to know exactly what the rito was planning, but he knew that he couldn’t stop it with any amount of begging or pleading, not that his broken mind would allow him to even attempt a word of English.
So he simply watched as Revali drew his winged hand to his beak, motioning both it and his lips as though he were blowing a kiss. A final gesture followed by the hand moving towards the suspended speck as Squishi lay both unable and unwilling to move, just awaiting the end. Clawed fingers positioned themselves into a familiar circle shape so that the equivalent of a thumb rested just under the swampert, until
THWAP #
His mind having erased life before being a part of Revali’s consciousness, Squishi had until now forgotten what pain even felt like as the talon hit his chest with the force of a train. The force of the flick was more than enough to fling him far away from the rito who had become everything that Squishi knew, before Revali vanished into thin air as though he were never there. He had been through so much during this torment that Squishi had forgotten his purpose over the past day, and the one person who knew who he was, who could turn him back to normal, was now gone forever.
And at the apex of the flick’s height, Squishi could do nothing but helplessly fall to the wooden table below. The only thing that allowed the dirtied swampert to survive was his small size, crashing into dust particles that almost rivaled his size. Even without injury, however, Squishi could not will himself to move.
A human had failed to notice his shrunken self when first arriving at the house, and after having his size further diminished by a psychotic avian, any hope of returning to a normal life was pointless to him. Squishi was less than the dirt that surrounded him, and so he decided to act like his newfound status, just waiting without purpose, hopes, and dreams.
He would not have to wait for long, however, as the next day the matriarch inhabiting the house finally continued with her spring cleaning. Given that the room was seldom used, the only thing required for cleaning was a swiffer and wet cloth to collect and throw up any dust and dirt that may have accumulated over the past couple of weeks since the last cleaning. It was only by chance that she had chosen today, otherwise Squishi would have easily died from thirst after his perilous trials.
If only he was so lucky.
The swampert didn’t even hear her approach through a combination of the carpeted floor and the shellshocked trance he remained in, and it took until he opened his eyes to notice the planetary body of a cream-colored finger looming overhead. Even if Squishi got back to his feet and ran, escape would have been impossible from its enormity. And even if he did, would it have made a difference?
One might think in a situation like this, time would grind to a halt as your life flashes before your eyes, yet it was only an instant before the human mom’s finger crashed into the table, missing the swampart by a few relative meters. Squishi’s entire field of vision was consumed by an endless expanse of flesh above him as the force of its landing displaced the microscopic debris surrounding him. And as the finger quickly swiped across the desk to inspect the accumulated dust up close, he was caught in the avalanche of debris and swept up with the finger lifting skywards for the mom to inspect the dust collected.
A thin layer of saliva, caused by the mom licking her finger to better collect the dust on the table, proved to be a swamp several feet deep that adhered the microbe to its tip. And as disgusting as Squishi found it, it was a swamp containing the only water that he had access to ever since the storm that got him into this mess in the first place. A single instinctive taste from first being swept up was enough to send him into a frenzy, cupping it through webbed paws to fill his empty stomach as though it were the most addictive drug.
The saliva was more than enough to act as a substitute for gravity as Squishi and the similarly sized dust particles approached the eye of the giantess. Knowing by now that any pleas or struggles would go unheard, Squishi simply continued to quench his thirst through resignation and instinct. The moon of an eye simply hovered in uncaring apathy, a dismissive grumbling tut echoing out from an unseen maw.
Eager to start cleaning, the massive mom paid no further attention to the small layer of dust between her fingertips, casually grinding it into a ball before tossing it into a wastebasket underneath her son’s desk. From the perspective of Squishi, it was as though two planets were colliding with each other, the tectonic plates of fingerprint canyons grinding into themselves to pulverize anything in the way. Durability had by now become a curse for Squishi, preventing a death that would have been far more humane than the torment that he had been forced to endure and simply becoming lost in the forming ball of dust as he was starved for air through the immense pressure.
Squishi was so deeply entrenched in the meteor of debris that he barely even felt himself being thrown out, the dust being too tightly packed and small to even break apart as it landed in the wastebasket. The room had barely been touched since its occupant moved off to college, the trash was only halfway filled, shredded papers and a blackened banana peel easily broke Squishi’s already cushioned fall.
Unable to tear himself loose or even move an arm, he was forced to wait in darkness with only the sounds of his unaware captor humming and cleaning to keep him sane. But as she dumped a used swiffer and some wet wipes into the trash and onto the occupied dust bunny before leaving, Squishi was finally alone.
Whether he would survive until the wastebasket was replaced or die of thirst in the next few days no longer mattered to the spent swampert. His life as he knew it was over, not because of Revali or the human who tossed him away, but because of his own stupid decision to shrink himself in the first place. With barely any stimulus to focus on, Squishi tried anything to keep himself occupied, even going as far as to count the seconds until his world would next be disrupted through the trash bag being taken outside for garbage day.
He wondered if anyone would even wonder what had happened to him, the television in his apartment still likely turned on. Any concerned friends would simply think that he had vanished without a trace. Although thinking about it, he effectively had by this point. Too small to be noticed, Squishi doubted that anyone would think to search a dumpster or landfill for a microscopic speck such as himself, it being a needle in a haystack even if someone was aware of his predicament. And so he could do nothing but simply lie in wait for the next eternity, with only his thoughts to keep him company until eventually those too would extinguish.