Ryan raised an eyebrow at Lucy. "Wait, she shrank you when she was 13? You'd already been her pet for THREE YEARS when I met you?"

"Yes," Lucy sighed.

"But, Yvette was still Naomi's first girlfriend, right?" The blond boy seemed to want this to be true, much to Sammi's confusion.

"No, actually," Lucy and Naomi responded in unison. They stopped for a second, both nodding to the other as a go-ahead to continue. 

"Yvette was the third girl I dated," Naomi said softly, as if not wanting to continue that train of thought. Before Sammi could ask further, Naomi stood and left the room, quickly deciding she wanted nothing to do with this conversation. 

Lucy sighed. "Naomi's first girlfriend was a girl she met when she was 15. Her name was Rebecca. Rebecca Sinclair."

\15 Years Ago//////

"Lucy!" Naomi squealed in glee. "Guess what?"

"What?! Lucy asked, annoyed- she had taken to sleeping while Naomi was at school, and she still didn't take to being woken well. Usually, Naomi was considerate about this.

"Sorry," Naomi said, sheepish with embarassment. "I got excited. A senior asked me out! She's HOT, too, drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Does the hot senior have a name?" Lucy asked wryly.

"Rebecca Sinclair," Naomi breathed, making it sound like the name alone had her close to orgasm. "She's 18, and she has that dangerous Goth thing going, and . . . nnf!"

Lucy was concerned for her titanic friend. Something was definitely suspicious about a girl like that taking such an interest in Naomi. It's not that there was anything wrong with Naomi- Lucy herself was still very attracted to her teenage owner- but an 18-year-old Goth girl was just slightly out of her league. Not wanting to kill Naomi's moment, though, she faked a happy smile. "So you two have a date?"

Naomi nodded. "Mm-hm. For Friday."

Lucy wondered how to breach the topic of Rebecca maybe being a liar- Naomi was and endless bounty of joy and goodwill, and would often be seriously nice even to people that bullied her. She couldn't really take anyone being hurt, though, and would try to break up fights only to get herself beat up in the process- an outcome she was perfectly okay with. Lucy loved that about Naomi. Still, it made it difficult to explain to her that there were some people who would only hurt her if she showed them that boundless love.

However, as Lucy was lost in thought, Naomi had left the room to do her homework. Ever since Naomi had shown her parents what had become of Lucy, they had cracked down hard on when and how long Naomi could be left alone with her tiny friend. As Naomi's mother said, "it's not that we don't trust you, but . . . look at it from Lucy's point of view. Would you want this giant bearing down on you at all hours of the day?"

Had they been able to understand Lucy, she would've replied that she would've accompanied Naomi to school in her backpack if it would've made the big girl happy, but they didn't, and Naomi was infuriatingly obedient, the ultimate goody-two-shoes.

As for Lucy's parents, they occasionally visited to check in, but they were slowly acclimating to the "pet" angle and would talk to Naomi more as a pet-sitter than as Lucy's caretaker and friend.

\That Friday Evening//////

"Lucy . . . I'm sorry, but . . ." Naomi whimpered, sounding both excited and defeated. 

Lucy sat up in her bed (actually a throw pillow in a box) in an instant. "But what?" Lucy asked, terrified. "Am I getting smaller?"

"N-no," Naomi whispered. "Rebecca didn't really like me that much, so I was just telling her stuff . . ."

Lucy was not surprised. She had had a bad feeling about the older girl. "Why are you apologizing, though?" She asked softly. 

"I told her about you . . . and she became very interested," Naomi said, wincing. "She wants proof . . . she wants to see you."

"So this is your room," a strong voice rang out. She sounded old enough to be one of Gloria's friends- but nowhere near as meek. 

"Rebecca!" Naomi whined, turning away from the closet Lucy slept in. "I- I thought I asked you to stay downstairs!"

"Nah," the voice, obviously belonging to Rebecca, said in contempt. "If you're gonna be my girlfriend, I need to know about you. You do want to be my girlfriend, right?" A hand, with black nails and a ring with a ruby in its skull's-mouth setting, grabbed Naomi's chin and tickled beneath it.

"Y-Yes . . . so much," Naomi mumbled happily, the twinge of guilt disappearing.

"So, where's this tiny chick? In here?" Rebecca asked, yanking the closet door open wider.

Lucy shrieked. Naomi was big, but she always had Lucy in her hand, or kneeled down if Lucy was on the floor. Gloria was big, but was always seated at her desk, which Lucy stood on to talk to her. The girls' parents were big, but when she saw them she was comfortably in Naomi's hand. Rebecca was standing, looking down at Lucy, who was basically on the floor at this point.

Huge black combat boots supported thick leather-covered pillars of leg, which met at hips more than twice as wide as Lucy was tall. A ragged shirt with a faded band logo concealed breasts that could smother Lucy without hope of resistance, which were supported by horizontal columns of pale, crossed arms. Above all that, a smirking face, with black eyeliner and violet lipstick, eyes the color of ice, and hair the same color as her lips, with a simple streak of ruby red for contrast.

Lucy's utter terror abated somewhat when Naomi stepped in. "At least kneel down, Rebecca, you're scaring her."

"Fuck," Rebecca whispered, acquiescing to Naomi's request without a thought. "You're an Unbound? You . . . did this to her? Made a person into your fucking pet?"

"Yes," Naomi said shyly. "Her name is Lucy. She's my best friend."

"I'd imagine," Rebecca laughed, raising an eyebrow and darting her eyes back at Naomi for a second.

It didn't look like Naomi got the double entendre, but Lucy did and lit up in a blush. "Naomi . . . she just made a joke about you using me to masturbate," she passed on the knowledge. 

NOW Naomi blushed. "I wouldn't do that to her!" The dark-skinned girl replied, wide-eyed at what she'd been told.

"Maybe we should fix that," Rebecca said teasingly, enjoying Naomi's flustered reaction.

Lucy nearly collapsed. Maybe Rebecca wasn't so bad.

((((((Now))))))

"I, uh . . . probably should go somewhere else," Ryan muttered. He walked away quickly, and Sammi could see that the six-inch boy had . . . enjoyed hearing about Rebecca.

"You'll be back in two minutes!" Lucy called after him.

Ryan's middle finger poked from around the corner as he continued hurrying away.

Sammi herself was drawing uncomfortable parallels with Rebecca and Lorelei. "I guess Naomi just has a type, doesn't she?"

Lucy snorted. "Yeah- older than her, big-breasted, and abusive."

\15 Years Ago//////

As it turned out, Lucy's first instinct had been right. Rebecca had distinctly expensive taste, and it turns out that the ability to shrink things comes in handy for shoplifting. Rebecca would deprive Naomi of the affection and attention she craved until she could break the girl's moral conviction enough to convince her to steal jewelry, clothing, CDs, or anything else her whims demanded at the moment. 

Then, eventually, Rebecca somehow discovered that Naomi's sensitive ears, once played with enough, would trigger Naomi's powers against her will. The teenage sneak-thief merely took Naomi along on dates, got her hot and bothered, and pocketed whatever she had managed to point Naomi's hands at. Then, once the duo got back, she easily convinced her fifteeen-year-old girlfriend to return anything she had stolen to normal size. 

By selling some of what she had stolen, the eighteen-year-old terror had gotten her hands on tickets to a concert, and convinced Naomi to go . . .

"I'm ready," Naomi said, "but Lucy said she wants to go, too. Can she ride in your bag?"

Rebecca nodded. "Don't worry, she'll be with me. I'll go get her."

Lucy overheard the conversation, her stomach writhing in dread. She had wanted to go in Naomi's purse to keep an eye on her owner, and keep her safe. But in Rebecca's purse, and at a loud concert, she'd never be able to contact Naomi.

Rebecca bounded into the room, and Lucy stood her ground on Naomi's desk. She would find a way to keep Naomi from doing anything stupid.

"Hey there, chitterbug," Rebecca said with a haughty smirk. "I know I told Naomi you'd be going in my purse, but there's something I've wanted to do with you ever since I met you . . ." she said, wrapping her fingers around Lucy's body. 

"Hey! Let me go, you huge bitch! I'll tell Naomi! She'll break up with you if anything happens to me!" Lucy yelled, struggling against the older girl's long fingers. She knew Rebecca would never be able to understand her, but anyone would see how angry the six-inch brunette was.

Rebecca peeled back the waistband of her jeans and underwear, and crammed Lucy down. "Nnf . . . Yeah. Try not to struggle. You'll only get me off, and drown yourself. 'Kay? See you in a few hours."

Lucy was face-to-lips with the teenage titan's unkempt entrance, shoving wild pubic hair from her face. "Don't you dare-"

Rebecca let go of her waistband, depriving Lucy of air inside her criminally tight- yet strategically bulky- jeans. To anyone not a half-foot from the eighteen-year-old's crotch, it would be impossible to tell Lucy was there.

One two-hour drive later (in a car that Naomi's shoplifting skills had provided Rebecca the money to purchase), the teenage lesbian couple was inside a cramped pit, surrounded primarily with twentysomething hard rockers with drugs in their system, listening to what had to be the angriest skinny white guy in existence- and that's saying something. 

Lucy took measured breaths, trying not to move, trying not to freak out, but she was pinned against the pussy of a titanic bitch who was constantly jumping and stomping to the beat of a punk rock song. Essentially, Lucy was minimizing the amount of sexual fluid dripping into her nose and mouth, and not very well.

Eventually, however, the two girls were stopped by a bouncer, who carded them. Rebecca was unwilling to leave this concert, though, and pressed Naomi's palm against the large man's arm.

"Rebecca . . ."  Naomi whimpered, "let go-"

"No, we're not fucking leaving, I paid for these tickets," Rebecca said angrily, running her tongue along Naomi's earlobe.

Naomi began breathing heavily. "No, you don't-"

"You don't tell me no," Rebecca said, nibbling on the sensitive lobe.

"Please, no . . ." Naomi growled. Rebecca had triggered Naomi's powers . . . entirely forgetting that the hand unoccupied with holding Naomi's against the bouncer was holding Naomi's other hand.

Rebecca and the bouncer fell out of their clothes, screaming. 

Lucy, now freed from the oppressive pressure of Rebecca's body, scrambled to find her ravenette owner, and dashed across the dangerous floor to Naomi's ankle. She looked over her shoulder in satisfaction as a sneaker-clad foot slammed on the woman who had made Naomi insecure, who had tortured Lucy herself for the last two and a half hours, who had robbed countless stores and used Naomi to do it.

Adios, bitch, Lucy thought with satisfaction. 

Naomi flushed with relief on seeing Lucy. "Lucy, you're okay . . . why are you wet?" she asked, lifting the tiny girl to her face. "Never mind- did you see what happened to Rebecca?"

Lucy's stomach dropped. Naomi had been in love with Rebecca- the brunette had forgotten that in righteous anger. Naomi cried at seeing an injured dog- how would she react upon learning her girlfriend was now a stain on a dirty sneaker sole?

"She's- she's dead, Naomi. She got stomped on," Lucy said, deciding honesty was the best policy where this was concerned. 

Naomi rushed outside, opened the door to Rebecca's car, and sat inside before the waterworks started. Unbound or not, she was a fifteeen-year-old girl who just learned her first crush had died. Beyond that, she was sensitive. Beyond even that, she had some reason to feel responsible. 

"I'm . . ." she sobbed and sniffed, her features marred by grief, guilt, and sorrow, "I'm a MURDERER! MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!" With each instance of the word "murderer", she brought Rebecca's car key into her arm, causing hideous bruises.

"No you're not!" Lucy called loudly, startling Naomi. "Rebecca shrank herself, and you're not the one who stepped on her. If anything, you're the gun, and Rebecca pointed you at herself!"

"B- but I-"

"But nothing!" Lucy was furious at Rebecca enough as it was, she would not have Naomi get the death penalty for a murder she wasn't responsible for thanks to the bitch. "Say it: you were the gun."

"I . . . was the gun," Naomi said softly, tears still streaking down her face.

Lucy nodded. "This was not your fault, because a gun can't stop itself when someone pulls its trigger."

"This was not my fault," Naomi repeated numbly, "A gun can't stop itself when someone pulls its trigger."

Lucy nodded. "That's much better."

Naomi blinked back further tears. "Lucy . . . can a gun stop someone from pulling its trigger?"

"You can," Lucy replied, still speaking slowly, "but you didn't know that. Now you do, and you can make sure no one touches your trigger again."

Naomi nodded, her jaw set. "No one will ever touch my trigger."

((((((Now))))))

Sammi paled. "That's why she never let me touch her ears?"

Lucy nodded quietly. "No one has ever touched them since Rebecca. From now on, you will not say that name," she intoned, looking in Sammi's direction, and sparing a glance at Ryan, who had returned as she was telling the story. "Do you understand me? We are pets. We keep Naomi happy, and we get everything we need. The bitch is a subject that makes Naomi cry. That name is not to pass your lips unless you want me to ask Lorelei to kill you for good. Do you understand me?"

Ryan and Sammi nodded quickly. 

"Good," Lucy said.