Summary: Ivan is the proud owner and operator of a successful, if not quite legal, tiny shop. He prides himself on having the highest quality stock available. Recently his favourite patron has taken the last of his high quality stock, and as luck would have it, some come crawling right to him. Whats a man to do when luck strikes him?
Isadora is the proud leader of a tiny rescue crew. Sent in by the Big and Small Folk Alliance Network on a tip, Isadora is unaware of the hell that awaits her and her platoon. Will she and her squadron survive?
Categories: Crush,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Footwear,
Giant,
Humiliation,
Insertion,
Mouth Play,
Slave,
Violent,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: M/f
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: No
Word count: 754
Read: 2130
Published: March 29 2023
Updated: March 29 2023
Ivan’s POV
He
ran a hand through the roughly shaved sides of his black hair and sighed
heavily. He needed higher quality stock. Caitlyn’s last order had his
high-quality stock completely depleted. Despite the huge amount of cash shed
given him for it, he had three more orders for a high-quality stock on back
order. He was going to lose more money if he didn’t get his hands on new stock.
He eyed the cages warily and sighed.
“Ugh
she couldn’t have just left me with three of you little fuckers huh?” He idly
toyed with his lip piercing as he stared at the small encased village. His eyes
roamed over his ‘low-quality’ stock with disdain. All cheap and ugly tinies. He
slammed his hand on the front of the glass and grinned maliciously as they
screamed and ran from the glass in panic.
He
smirked and plucked an ugly old woman out of the glass. It was too bad she’d
fallen over, or he could have sold her for a few dollars. He opened his mouth
and smirked as she screamed and begged for mercy. He ignored her cries and let
out a delightful little sigh as she exploded under his teeth. Sweet and
delicious, as always. He had a particular taste for the older ones, they seemed
almost sweeter than the average tinies. His tongue worked on the left-over
stain as he heard a noise. He turned his head, bright blue eyes landing on a
small platoon of tinies in black trying to help some of his low-quality stock
escape.
His
eyes widened in shock, before he let out a huge grin. Holy shit, he was in luck!
He counted, six, no, no! Seven high quality tinies! He wanted to jump for joy,
but he knew they thought he hadn’t noticed their feeble attempts. With quiet
movements he eased to the back of the shop and held still as he watched them
try to persuade his stock to leave. “I promise he won’t be able to hurt you! We
can come back for the others soon!” His grin only widened as they refused. He
looked for their point of entry and noticed two tinies holed up in the corner
by a hole. He licked his lips as he ducked out of sight of the group, edging
along a shelf of packaging before he slammed his foot into the corner, killing
the two tinies on impact. The platoon turned to face his maniacal grin and
laugh.
Isadora’s POV
Isadora
was always known for her bravery. She prided herself on being able to face some
of the nastiest of the big folk and walking away. It was that reason she joined
the alliance. She wanted peace between their races. She wanted her future
children to be able to grow and know that no one wanted to hurt them. When she
was asked to join the rescue operations she agreed without hesitation. It was
in this moment, looking up at the maniacal man’s eyes that she realised she
regretted her decision.
Her
eyes darted to the corner where they had spent the past two months drilling to
break in… and… oh god. Thomas and Courtney were dead. She felt sick to her
stomach seeing the blood splatter that used to be their bodies. The others were
terrified as the prisoners immediately started to beg. “P-Please! W-We had
nothing to do with this! W-We told them we belong t-to you master!” The elderly
man shed been arguing with to try to free earlier was huddled inside his glass
container. She swallowed roughly as the giant laughed.
“This
has got to be my lucky day! Here I am bitching about being low on stock for
some back orders… and stock just walks in my shop! I only see about seven of
you… eh MAYBE eight, of you who will sell for a premium. So how about you make
this easy on yourselves and be obedient little fucking tinies.” His voice was
deep and dominating. Isadora’s legs threatened to give out and buckle, but she
swallowed and glared at him. “The alliance knows were here! If we don’t come
back, they’ll know you took us!” Isadora forced herself to stare into his icey
blue eyes and held her herself strong. She needed to be strong or they were
going to end up just like Thomas and Courtney.