What a terrible life Lea had, Clara thought. The first night she was used as a sex toy, then she had to
enter Clara's rectum to safe Iri only to see the little girl crushed to death shortly after. On Vanessa's
visit Lea faced possible death multiple times and now she was being obducted by a violent enemy
tribe. Clara decided to bake her a huge lemon pie and get her a little doll house or something, once
she'd be rescued from this night mare. If that was possible at all.
Of course, John had refused to be picked up by Clara and she had to get a plate for him to sit on so
he could be lifted to the table. Now Charlotte and John were standing next to each other on the table
infront of Clara and discussed the intricacies of the plan.
„I still don't know if it wouldn't be safer to just meet their terms.“, Clara said in thoughts. „But you
propably wont get her back this way either.“, Charlotte argued, „I bet they will try to press as many
favors from you as they can until your limit is reached. What if they tell you you may never enter
the garden again? Would you do that? To keep her alive, even though you'd propably never see her
again?“
It was a most uncomfortable question for Clara. Her eyes awkwardly met John's. „Ha, what a
surprise.“, John scoffed sarcastically when Clara didn't answer for a few seconds. Of course Clara
wouldn't agree to those terms. „And that would be smart.“, Charlotte said to John, „Otherwise these
flower-bed-fuckers would have no reason to keep Lea alive. We can't go passive on this or they will
surely screw us over.“
John seemed to agree grudgingly. „So“, Charlotte continued, „John, you will have to arrange a
fighting force. Can you do that?“ John slowly nodded his head. „How large?“, he asked. „Pff, you'll
have to decide that.“, Charlotte said annoyed, „I don't know Jack about your silly garden war
thing.“ John was offended and opened his mouth but Clara intervened: „It can't be too big a force.
Otherwise they might suspect something.“
„Well“, John began angrily, „there is no 'usual' size for a raiding party because we do not try to
mess with the flower-bed-tribe.“ „Because they beat you, last time?“, Charlotte rubbed salt in the
wound. „Yes.“, John snapped back, „So basically your fancy plan is shit because they will suspect
something anyway.“ „Hmm, not so much.“, Clara chimed in, „We just have to come up with
something that would make a new campaign for the garden believable.“
„And what could that be?“, John asked unconvinced. „Weapons!“, Clara and Charlotte said in
chorus. „We have weapons.“, John said annoyed. „New weapons of course!“, Charlotte said eagerly,
„What is currently in your, uh, 'armory'?“ „The usual.“, John responded shrugging his shoulders,
„Clubs and spears made from wood or bone. Some glass shards and sharp stones, that's the best we
can come up with, glass shards or stones that have the right form to be used as a dagger or a spear
tip are quite rare, and it's damned hard material. Can't really tool it properly.“
Clara imagined tiny, five centimeter tall men figting each other with puny little sticks with glass
shards or pebbles at the tips. Charlotte beemed up at Clara: „Okay, this is what we do now...“
John was to work out and assemble a fighting force, not too big, not too small, with only the fiercest
warriors in it. They couldn't risk their plan being torpedoed by John's men either getting captured
and reveal the plan or failing altogether and getting killed. Clara wrapped some glasses and bottles
in a dish towel and smashed them to bits with a hammer. John's men would go through them and
take the most usefull shards. Clara hoped that this would give them the superiority they needed.
„Ha, it's pretty ironic, isn't it.“, John said as Clara put the plate with him on top back on the floor,
„There you are, fucking gigantic and all and still you have to rely on our kind to kill the others.“ „If
they hadn't taken your sister I would do it myself.“, Clara responded with a sigh, „And believe me,
nothing would please me more. Besides, you have to capture them, not kill them, remember? Just
bring me a few that I can squeeze out.“
„They wont give up without a fight. I expect we can only capture one in five or so, if we're lucky.“,
he seemed a little uncomfortable, „If it works at all...“ „You didn't seem afraid a few minutes ago
when I was going to stomp you and now you're gonna start quivering infront of a few guys that are
your size?“, Clara tried to encourage him. „That's not it.“, John sighed, „I might yet have some
trouble getting the men to come with me.“
He looked at Clara's feet before he continued: „I hear you've been pretty ruthless with my people
recently.“
That was true, Clara had to admit to herself. But who could have thought she'd be dependant on
them some day? The entire situation was a mess. „You'll have to convince them.“, Clara said
shrugging her shoulders. „I think it would be fair if you'd offer them something in return.“, John
said, looking up.
„You're saving one of yours, isn't that in your tribe's interesst aswell?“, Clara raised an eyebrow. „In
mine it is, 'cause Lea's my sister.“, he said bitterly, „But that alone sure wont convince the others.“
Clara rolled her eyes. She knew where this would lead. Charlotte was the one to say it: „You'll have
to stop killing house-tribes-men, Clara.“
Clara sighed. Here she was, a twenty year old college student, in the middle of the summer and with
lots of freetime on her hands, having demands dictated to her by mice. Personal feelings were a
weakness even her size didn't protect her against. But was Lea really worth it? Was she worth all
this waste of time, the feinting, the waiting, the restraining...Clara was getting tired of all the
unpleasantness.
„Okay.“, she agreed, sighing again, „You have my word. No more dead house tribes people.“ John
looked a bit more confident. Without another word he turned around on his heel and walked away
like he came. Right through the kitchen door.
When Clara looked back to Charlotte she found the tiny girl smiling at her. „I can't believe how
easy this is.“, she said. „What do you mean, 'easy'?“, Clara asked baffled. „You just gotta tell them
you stop killing them and they'll do what ever the hell you want. These guys are going to war for
you, Clara“, Charlotte laughed, „And I mean...it's not even like you gotta keep your word. What
could they do to you, once you have Lea back? Poop on the floor?“
Charlotte was right, Clara thought and her mood lightened up a little. Still she worried about Lea.
„Soooo, what now?“, she asked. „We gotta wait for John to assemble his 'force' and go to war.“,
Charlotte explained, „You in the mean time have to go outside and wait for their terms. Otherwise it
might look like you don't even place much value on Lea's life after all.“
„Right.“, Clara said in thoughts, „Let me get dressed real quick. You'll be outside with me?“ „K.“,
Charlotte nodded and Clara went upstairs.
The weather outside was as sunny as ever so Clara went for hot jeans-shorts and a dark green top to
match them. She didn't need a belt, her ass filled the shorts out nice and snug. She allways felt sexy
in them. A smile crossed her lips when she decided her footwear. Shoes for a war.
She had to search her room a little before she found them. A pair of dark brown leather boots. She
gasped when she saw them. Nothing said, 'I will tread on you', like these boots. They almost
reached her knee when she had them on, they had a little steel buckle at the side and a massive
wooden plattform heel. Clara immediately wanted to squash something beneath them.
She didn't bother to put socks on and slipped into the boots barefoot. She felt much more powerfull
in them. Perhaps it was time to turn tables in this messed up situation, she thought, and stomp the
pesky mice people into the dirt that they were. She allready had half a mind going into the garden
and squash every single mouse-person she'd find, Lea included.
'Whoah', she thought and reined her thoughts a little. Still, Charlotte was right. Lea was a bloody
drag. Perhaps Charlotte would make a much better companion, Clara pondered, 'too bad I'm
propably going to turn her into a smear before long.' She smiled and returned to the kitchen.
Charlotte seemed a little uneasy as soon as she saw the mischievous grin on Clara's face. Clara saw
her taking notice of the new footwear too. She nonchantically took the girl and sat her on the floor
infront of her feet. „You like my boots?“, she asked licking her lips. Charlotte backed off a little.
„Run.“, Clara said and stepped right onto Charlotte.
The tiny red head shrieked and began running away from Clara. She wasn't very fast. Lazily Clara
trod behind her carefull to miss her as close as possible. Clara loved it. One little stumble of
Charlotte or one clumbsy step of herself and the little girl would be flattened. It was exciting.
Whenever Charlotte would try to make a turn Clara manuevered her back with a quick and violent
stomp. From above she could hear her tiny plaything cry bitterly as it ran for it's life. Between the
kitchen and the building extension that led outside to the patio were a few small concrete stairs.
Clara had to reposition her foot to the side so not to tread Charlotte flat when the little girl hesitated
to jump down the first stair. The thud of Clara's foot right next to her made the little girl jump
though. It was a huge drop for Charlotte, Clara guessed that it was about equal to a 5 meter drop for
a human. However physics works differently on a smaller scale and Charlotte managed the jump
without anything more than a painful shriek.
Clara continued stomping after her. When they reached the patio door she gently picked Charlotte
up and kissed her on the head. Charlotte's face was a grimace of terror, pain and confusion. When
she realized what had been going on her eyes filled with hate but she was too smart to utter a single
word of complaint. Clara just grinned at her and opened the door to the patio.
She looked around but saw no sign of any mouse person that wanted to communicate with her.
„Soo, it's waiting now, huh?“, Clara said to Charlotte. The little girl in her hand nodded but sighed
hopelessly when she noticed Clara's playful grin. Clara's mood had changed since when she came
back downstairs and Charlotte would be her entertainment until they'd hear of the flower-bed-tribe's
terms. What if they'd take hours to deliver them? Clara could tell Charlotte allready feared for her
longevity. Clara didn't care much.