Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell, had always been a ray of light in that pit of debauchery. A kind-hearted soul, who couldn't stand idly by while someone needed help. So when she heard those angry voices and pained cries during her afternoon walk, she followed the sounds to their source: a group of sinners huddled together in one of the grimy back alleys of Hell, attacking some small creature between them.
“Fucking bitch!” “Shithead!” “You're not dead yet? I'll fucking gut you!” “You sorry for coming down here yet?” They went on and on, their voices and their heavy stomps almost drowning out the squeaky cries of their poor victum, until Charlie ran up and pushed a them out of the way.
“That's enough!” she shouted, and was about to say some harsher words when she got a clear look at the being on the ground. It was two or three inches tall, covered in dirt and grime, but despite all that, it was clear from the wings on its back and the white of its dress that this small, defenseless creature was an angel.
“Whatsa matta, princess? Ya gotta problem with us kickin' the crap outta this bitch?” said one of the sinners, a short thing whose face seemed to be made out of goo.
Another one spoke up, this one short and stout and grey, with empty eye sockets. “Maybe she wants to do the honors. Remember how many angels she killed last extermination day? I wonder how she managed.”
“That it, princess? Ya gonna kill this piece o' shit?”
“No! No, there won't be any killing today.” Angel or not, Charlie couldn't stand seeing how badly the poor thing trembled. “Please, everyone go home. Whatever she's done, I'm sure you've punished her enough. Leave me to take care of this.”
“Fat chance! If you're not gonna make her pay, step aside and let us do it!” huffed a big, toad-like sinner, who shoved Charlie back and grabbed the little angel, licking its lips. “Always wondered what angels taste like. Time to find out.” Its mouth opened wide, but before it could get the slightest taste of its catch, a fist collided with its face and knocked out half its sharpened teeth. The sinner stumbled and fell back, howling and cursing and clutching its jaw, while Charlie, her eyes gone dark, her hair waving with life of its own, her head adorned with two sharp horns, stomped towards it and the others.
“Get out. Right. Now.” They could hear the fire in her voice, the total lack of mercy; shaking almost as much as their victim, they fled the scene without another word, with the big toad lumbering after the others as fast as its stubby legs could run.
Charlie waited for the last of their footsteps to fade out of hearing before letting her anger go. Once more her normal self, she turned back to the angel, who hadn't moved an inch from where she'd fallen. With a few steps she stood before the tiny thing, and crouched. “Are you alright?” she asked, reaching over for them, but she stopped and pulled her hands back when the angel turned away and cried. “Hey, hey! It's okay! I'm not gonna hurt you, promise!”
The angel peered out carefully from under her dirtied wings. A long time passed before she lowered them and spoke. “You're not going to kill me? Like those other angels they mentioned?”
“No, of course not! I don't want to kill anyone, if I can help it. I only killed those angels because they were attacking me and my friends.”
“Y-you mean, the Exorcists?”
“Yes, that's right! You're not one of them, are you? Not that I wouldn't help you if you were! It's just, you don't look like one.”
“I'm not.” The angel sniffled, and wiped her nose. “Could you... take me away? I don't feel safe here.”
Charlie smiled and slowly reached for the angel again. “Of course! I'll take you to my home. You'll be safe with me, I promise.” The angel didn't shrink back from her hand this time, though she clearly looked scared. And who wouldn't be, with such a giant coming for them? Charlie couldn't even imagine how terrifying it must be.
She lay her hand flat on the ground beside the angel, letting her climb on at her own pace. It was clear she was badly hurt from how weakly she crawled onto Charlie's palm, and one of her wings looked broken. Charlie was careful as could be lifting her off the ground. “I think we should keep you out of sight. If more sinners see you, they'll want to hurt you like the others. Do you think you can handle riding in my pocket for a while? I know you're hurt, but I don't have anywhere else to hide you.”
“It's okay. I can handle a bit more pain. My name is Kiena, by the way. Thanks for helping me.”
“Pleased to meet you, Kiena! I'm Charlie. I hope we can be friends! Now, hold still, I'm going to slip you in.” Reaching behind herself, Charlie held open the back pocket of her pants with one hand, and with the other she dropped Kiena inside as gently as she could, before letting the pocket settle into place again.
Through all this, Kiena was grimacing. Those sinners had left her a lot of bruises, and it hurt every time she moved. Her broken wing was even worse. She'd never experienced pain on this level before, but she was determined to be strong and not cry over it anymore.
It wasn't as bad once she settled at the bottom. The pocket wasn't too tight, and let her adjust herself to get comfortable. She even found a good position for her broken wing, but once Charlie started walking, Kiena was grimacing all over again, as every single step brought her a new shot of pain. Time accustomed her to it, though, and then her thoughts ambled over to the many, many other topics she had floating around her head.
She really hoped it wasn't a mistake to trust Charlie. Kiena didn't know anything about this girl, other than apparently she had killed angels before, and that she could turn really scary when she was angry. It seemed unwise to trust someone like that, but really,what choice did Kiena have? Trusting her seemed an act of desperation.
But the more Kiena thought about it, the more she came around to thinking that this was the right choice. Charlie had been perfectly kind to her in every was, and Kiena couldn't see why it should be an act. What need for such a facade when Kiena was too weak to defend herself regardless? If Charlie had any ill intentions, she could have acted on them already.
Such ruminations had Kiena more at ease by the time they arrived at Charlie's room. Reaching in her pocket, Charlie offered Kiena a finger to grab, then pulled her out by it and set the angel down on her open palm. “How was the ride? I hope that didn't hurt too badly.”
“It was nothing I can't handle.” Kiena gave Charlie a timid smile.
“I'm glad!” Charlie said, then held Kiena out and motioned around them. “Welcome to my room! Well, mine and my girlfriend Vaggie's. She's not here right now, but I'm sure she won't be long. Don't worry, you can trust her as much as you trust me. She's an angel, like you! Uh, maybe I shouldn't have said that... Forget I mentioned it! Anyway, I figure the first thing to do is see to your wounds—unless there's something else you want?”
“Can I wash myself first?”
“Oh! Sure! Let me get you to the sink.” Charlie carried Kiena to the bathroom, where she opened the faucet just a trickle and lowered Kiena inside. Walking along Charlie's hand, Kiena stepped into the flowing water, letting it wash over her head and down the rest of her body. She spread her good wing to let it wet her feathers, and carefully did the same with her broken one. Then, taking some of the soap which Charlie graciously offered her, Kiena scrubbed away the filth.
Charlie couldn't help but admire how radiantly clean Kiena looked by the end of it, as pretty and graceful as a swan. She quietly fawned over the little angel, who in her shyness turned her back on Charlie until she had finished. Then Charlie offered her a hand towel for her to dry of, and helped Kiena out of the sink to see to her wounds.
A cotton swab and a pair of band-aids served as a splint for Kiena's broken wing, while a special lotion helped tend to the bruises she had all over her body. Kiena agreed to let Charlie apply it, and after some hesitation she made her dress disappear with just a gesture, leaving only her sky-blue underwear. “Oh my goodness, you're so pretty!” Charlie cooed, leaning this way and that to see Kiena from every angle.
Kiena turned away and held up her wing to cover up her blush. “Could you just apply the lotion, please?”
“Rrrright! Sorry! Fresh swab of lotion coming up!” It felt very cool on Charlie's fingertip, and Kiena jerked away a bit when she placed some on her back, but the angel stayed put, her little hands on the mirror of Charlie's dresser for support. Gently, tenderly, Charlie spread it over all of Kiena's backside, from her shoulders, to the small of her back, all the way down to her ankles.
At first Charlie thought there were no bruises on Kiena's dark skin, but then it struck her that it was because the angel was all a massive bruise. “Kiena, you poor thing! I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner!”
“You saved me, Charlie; there's nothing to apologize for.” Kiena turned around once her whole backside was covered in lotion. “One side left to go. I think this will go easier if you hold me.”
“If that's what you want.” Charlie placed her hand behind Kiena and let the angel lie on it, then grabbed another bit of lotion to spread over her. Kiena looked down at herself, watching Charlie's finger at work. It was the size of her whole body, its tip as big as her head. Kiena kept thinking that something so big could easily snap her in half, and she tensed up every time it approached, yet its touch was so gentle it amazed her. Charlie's kindness came through in its touch, as clearly as in her compassionate look, and let Kiena know how right she had been to put her trust in her.
“There, that's the last bit. You should be feeling better soon. I recommend you leave your dress off for now. The lotion would stain it... really badly.”
It sounded like she spoke from experience. Kiena stood, and tested the lotion by moving her limbs. They hurt much less already. “Thank you, Charlie. I owe you a huge debt.”
“It was nothing, really! Please let me know what else I can do for you.”
“You've already done so much! I really wouldn't want to be a nuisance. And besides, I don't know if you could help me with getting back to Heaven, or at least getting back to normal size.”
“Yyyyeah, Heaven could be a bit of an issue. The embassy shut down after the last extermination day, and there's no word on when it'll be open again, if ever. Not sure if they'll let me visit either. I guess it's worth a try. I really have no clue how to get you back to normal, though. How did you end up like that, anyways? And why are you in Hell if you're not an exorcist? I've never seen any other kind of angel down here.”
“I'm not too sure myself, really, but I'll tell you what I know. I'm a guardian angel; before I ended up here, I was on Earth taking care of my human, a little boy named Oswald. This dark portal opened up beside him while he was going to school. Tentacles whipped out to grab him, but I pushed him out of the way and they grabbed me instead. I got pulled inside and came out the other end at this size, in the alley where you found me. I think one of those... sinners?... was behind what happened, but I can't remember which—I was so scared back then, I couldn't pay attention to half of what happened around me.”
“A sinner, huh? I think I remember all of them. We could follow that lead if we have to, but before we do anything, we should wait until Vaggie gets back. She might know something about all this.”
Kiena bowed her head. “If you think that's best, I'm content to trust you. And, if we must wait here, I would like to do something to thank you for all your help.”
“Oh, you don't have to do that! I help because it's the right thing to do, not because I want something out of it.”
“But I want to thank you! That is right too; one good deed deserves another in return.”
Charlie sat down, holding Kiena close to her chest. “Are you sure you can handle it? Aren't you still hurt? Wait until you're feeling better, then do what you want for me.”
“I already feel much better! Your lotion really works wonders, Charlie. Please, let me do what I can for you.”
“Well... What exactly do you have in mind?”
Kiena took a moment to think. “There's not much I can do like this but, I want to try giving you a massage. I should be capable of that much, even at this size.”
“A massage does sound nice. Oh, alright! I'll let you massage me, but if you're having trouble, just stop and we'll leave it for some other time, okay?”
“Okay! Um, I think I'll need you to... take off some of your clothes.”
Kiena's blush was mirrored on Charlie's face. “Sure. I guess it's only fair, if I can see you like this.” She set Kiena down on the bed, then took off her clothes, starting with her shoes and her vest, leaving everything neatly folded on her desk. Luckily her back was turned, or she might have noticed Kiena staring openly at her.
Charlie was beautiful, no doubt about it, and the more Kiena saw of her, the more she felt a stirring emotion in her heart. Was it love? If so, it was a different kind than the one she'd known her whole life. She felt drawn to that gorgeous pale body as much as to the kind soul which inhabited it. When Charlie was down to her red lingerie, Kiena was left breathless, and she couldn't keep her eyes from ogling every inch of her savior.
She returned to the bed then, and lay face-down right by Kiena. “I'm ready. You can start the massage now.”
“Sure,” Kiena said, so softly that Charlie didn't hear. Her poor little heart was racing at having Charlie's body stretched out right before her eyes, and knowing she had free rein over it. She stepped carefully to the woman's side, and raised her hands to rub it. Charlie's skin was smooth and silky, even at this size, and much warmer than her own. Its warmth seeped into Kiena through the air and through her hands. It felt good against her, and she stepped closer, almost close enough to lean forward and give it a peck.
Kiena shook that thought away, reminding herself that she was here to repay Charlie's kindness. “Is there anywhere specific you want me to rub?” she asked.
“My back would be nice, if you can handle it. Need a lift?”
“No, just give me a second.” Kiena climbed up Charlie's side and arrived on the small of her back without much effort. Then, down on her hands and knees, Kiena started rubbing it with as much strength as her tiny form could muster.
“Ooh, that feels nice,” Charlie sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head on the pillow to enjoy Kiena's back rub. Though those tiny hands barely dimpled her skin, there was something magical about their delicate touch, and she really appreciated how the little angel went through all this trouble for her.
However much Charlie liked the massage, it didn't come close to Kiena's enjoyment. It was so intense that she worried there might be something wrong with her. This desire to be close to Charlie's body was so foreign to her, she didn't know if it was right or wrong to indulge in it, but when she heard Charlie's appreciation, she decided it must be alright, at least in this instance, and eagerly went around massaging her back, appreciating the warm feeling of Charlie's skin against her own. The massage eventually took Kiena down to the waistband of Charlie's red panties, and since Kiena had finished rubbing her back already, she thought it would be fine to continue from there, and crawled onto Charlie's shapely butt feeling strangely excited about it.
Charlie assumed that Kiena was only making her way down to her feet or something, but when the angel settled down between her cheeks, she realized there was something else going on. “Er, Kiena? What are you doing down there?”
“I'm just giving you a massage. Why do you ask?”
“It's just I didn't really expect you to massage my butt.”
“Did I do something wrong? I thought you would appreciate a massage down here. I'm really sorry. I should have asked if there was anywhere you wanted me to rub nest. Please, forgive me.”
“Hey, it's fine! You didn't do anything wrong! It feels really nice so why don't you keep going?”
“O-of course, if that's what you want.” Kiena resumed her work, sitting on one of Charlie's cheeks while rubbing the other through the red fabric. “Your butt is really beautiful, Charlie. I've never seen such a nice one before.”
“Er, thanks! Yours is pretty cute too,” Charlie said awkwardly. Not that she didn't think so, but she wasn't sure how to answer the compliment coming from the little angel. It almost felt like she was cheating on Vaggie with this woman, but Charlie could tell that Kiena wasn't trying to flirt or anything; she was just stating what she saw as a fact. And hadn't Charlie called her pretty just a little while ago too? Though it got quite a bit more awkward when Kiena kept going.
“You know, when I was back in that alley, I thought you'd be the most horrible monster in Hell. How else could you scare those sinners so badly? But I can see now you're not a monster at all. I think you're the most amazing person I ever met! You're kind and caring, and you're really beautiful too. I'm so happy I ran into you down here, and I hope some day I can repay you.”
It was almost a confession—the only thing missing was an “I love you”—and it was so moving and sincere that Charlie couldn't help but share the feelings. She had only known Kiena for a short while, but she really liked the angel so far. In a world where she was single, she might have told Kiena as much, but that wasn't the world they were living in, and Charlie wondered how to handle Kiena's feelings gently in light of her relationship with Vaggie.
She worried so much about it,in fact, that she didn't notice that set of footsteps approaching until the bedroom door swung open. Vaggie took a single step inside before freezing at the sight of Charlie and the tiny thing on her butt—a being which cried out and hid behind Charlie as soon as Vaggie entered.
Time stood still for a little while, and Charlie was the first to move. She deftly reached for Kiena and scooped the angel up into her hand, then sat up looking at her girlfriend. “Welcome back, Vaggie! Um, you think you could close the door? I'm not exactly presentable, heheh...”
Vaggie shut the door and walked up to Charlie, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Charlie, what in Hell did I just walk into?”
All this time Charlie had been stroking Kiena's back with a thumb to comfort her. Now she brought out the little angel, holding her right under her chest. “Vaggie, this is Kiena. Kiena, Vaggie. Kiena is an angel I rescued a little while ago.”
Vaggie leaned in for a better look, scaring Kiena with her frown. The angel scooted back on Charlie's palm, and huddled against her tummy for protection. “An angel? And she's that small. And she was rubbing your butt...”
“Yes, um, why don't I start at the beginning? It should all make sense after that.” Charlie took it from the top, explaining how she had found Kiena and brought her home to care for her, and going over Kiena's story on how she had ended up in Hell. Vaggie spent most of the time watching Kiena, who stared back with a wide-eyed expression. “I told her you might know some way to help, so we've been waiting for you to get back. Kiena wanted to thank me for my help in the meantime, and that's why you found her rubbing... my butt.”
“Okay. I think I see what's going on here. Charlie, could I talk to you in private for a second? About the help you wanted from me?” Vaggie stood and went to the bathroom; Charlie followed, and Vaggie shut the door after them. “Charlie, you do realize that angel has the hots for you, right?” she said quietly
“I know that! But I'm pretty sure Kiena doesn't and I didn't want to shoot her down when she thinks she's just showing gratitude.”
“Do you like this angel?”
“Like her? Me? Pffft! No way! I mean, she's nice, and cute, but no one can hold a candle to you, Vaggie. Although, I did give a tiny, little, itty-bitty bit of thought to bringing her into our relationship—only if you're okay with it, of course. But whatever you decide, you agree that we have to help her, right?”
“I guess.” Vaggie sighed. She could see what was happening here. Charlie bringing a lost and damaged angel home, nursing her back to health, developing feelings for her—it was exactly how she and Charlie had met and fallen in love. For that reason she couldn't be happy about Kiena sticking around, but neither could she refuse helping the poor girl. And whatever happened, she did trust Charlie to stay loyal. “I'm not really sure how to help this girl, but I have some ideas I can look into. We'll wait until tomorrow, though. I'm tired and could use some rest. Besides, I want to meet this Kiena for myself.”
“That's great!” Charlie kissed Vaggie thanks. “I'm sure you two will get along just fine! Just be kind to her—it must be terrifying meeting a new person when you're so small and helpless.”
They went back to the bedroom then, where Kiena still waited for them. Vaggie walked up to the bed, and crouched in front of Kiena, then slowly held out her hand. “Hello, Kiena. My name's Vaggie. Pleased to meet you.” Kiena turned to Charlie, who nodded enthusiastically. She walked up to Vaggie's hand, and took her index finger to shake it. “I promised Charlie I'll help you. Can't promise I'll succeed, but I'll do what I can. I hope we can get along until then.”
Kiena stared into Vaggie's face for a while,then a big smile broke out on her own. “Thank you so much, Vaggie! it really means a lot to me that you and Charlie would do so much to help me.”
“Don't sweat it. We'd do the same for anyone.”
“But that's still so great of you! I've already thanked Charlie for her help, but now I want to help you. Are your feet tired? Maybe I could rub them for you.”
“You wanna rub my feet? They're, uh, a bit sweaty you know. Wouldn't that be a problem at your size?”
“It doesn't matter to me. Please, you have to let me give my thanks!”
Vaggie could see what Charlie meant about Kiena now. It was hard to turn down such an enthusiastically grateful offer. Still, she waited for Charlie to give the thumbs up before agreeing. Taking off her shoes and socks, she sat at the end of the bed and let Kiena walk up to her hot feet. The angel didn't hesitate for one second before showering those hot, sweaty feet with her gratitude. More than that, she gave the same praise to her kindness and beauty that she had given Charlie earlier, enough to bring out a rare blush from Vaggie. In just a few minutes she had won Vaggie over.
Charlie saw it all play out on Vaggie's face, and was super happy about it. After a while she climbed on the bed next to Vaggie, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend's waist, and the two shared a tender kiss while catching Kiena between their feet. It was hard to tell which of the three was happier—the princess of Hell, her beloved girlfriend, or the little angel caught in the middle of their game of footsies and happily returning the love.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
A Hazbin Hotel story. Charlie Morningstar finds a shrunken angel in Hell and brings her home to take care of her.
RATING: PG
TAGS: Minikin, F/f, Fantasy, Gentle, Butt, Feet, Entrapment, Lesbians
RATING: PG
TAGS: Minikin, F/f, Fantasy, Gentle, Butt, Feet, Entrapment, Lesbians