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Hello everyone, this is my first chapter of the Micron. This is a series I wanted to work on as it plays with multiple ideas and aspects I wanted to explore with giant writing. Compared to The Gray Fate's series, this series focuses a lot more on interactions with giantess interaction and unaware scenarios. It has a behind the scenes plot I hope to unravel over time but for the most part the focus remains on the giants. Anyway I could say more but I just let the story speak for itself. Enjoy.

 

Oh and warning., this chapter includes sexual interaction with a male giant as well as female. Okay thats all.

 


 

 

 

Streaks of golden sunlight filled the room as you stepped through the front door. The Hidden Maple was a cozy tavern, and a local favorite to be sure. The owner flashed a smile from behind the bar as familiar faces greeted you with welcoming gestures.

It was almost the Fall, which was made more obvious by the look of the other patrons, many of whom had already transitioned into their fall colors. You were a little behind in that change, but given a week or so you’d sure you’d be sharing in the same yellow, orange and red hues that came with the autumn leaves.

Finding a small table at the side of the room, you take a seat. You wait for a server as the sight of one of the other patrons catches your eye. A strange man sits accompanied with a few others, happily talking and passing the time. But the man’s odd appearance strikes you as curious. While his clothes mimicked the red and orange fall colors many of the other around him wore, the same could not be said about his skin which was very pale and almost cream like in color. Accompany this was his hair which was dark brown in color, a very uncommon color to find this time of year, and only went to further contrast his paler complexion. The strangest thing about his hair was that it did not stop at his head, but continued downward to cover his cheeks and neckline. At first you had mistaken it for a shadow, but as you looked it only became more apparent that it was hair growing on his face.

A group of people more like yourself in appearance accompanied him. The group talked and would occasionally break out into fits of laughter, the rest of them seemingly already grown comfortable with the mans strange look. Eventually part of the group broke off signaling their goodbyes to the stranger before making their way for the door. It was at this moment that your staring caught his attention. Realizing he was being watched the man cocked you an eyebrow. Quickly looking away, embarrassed to be caught staring for so long, you pretended not to look and wait for your server.

After a moment you see someone approaching you out of the corner of your eye. Looking up you expected to see your server, but were surprised to find the stranger standing over you instead, a smile on his face. Bringing a hand to his chest and bowing forward slightly, he greets you. You mimic the gesture out of instinct, remaining speechless.

“I’m Aaron.” he says warmly He looks down at the empty seat at your table. “ Mind if I join you?”

Hesitantly and too nervous to say no, you nod.

“I couldn’t help but notice you staring my way, so I figured I should come introduce myself. I imagine you don’t see many of my kind around here. At least not like this.” Aaron let out a hearty laugh as he reclined back into the seat.

“Well let's get the straight to the heart of it. Yes i’m a human. But as you can see, I don’t quite live up to the same scale most of my kind do.

That was an understatement.

“In your society I’m a bit of a drifter. A adventurer if you prefer. Essentially I travel from place to place and help people out where I can and in some circles, I have even been called a hero.”

Aaron let out another laugh but unlike before this one was cut short as he began to stare off.

“It’s funny, when I was a kid I always dreamed i’d grow up to be a hero. Life works in strange ways like that I suppose. Well, being a ‘hero’ is nothing like I thought it would be. Most of the time it’s pretty dangerous work. As a kid all the movies and comics made it seem so easy, but i’ve had a few close calls over the years. Actually, I had this run in just a couple weeks ago. If you have the time I could tell you about about?”

Heads picked up around the room as Aaron asks you permission to share the story. More eyes than you were comfortable with. This sudden change in the room didn’t go unnoticed as Aaron’s eyes carefully analyzed the tavern before turning back to you with a nervous smile and apologetic shrug.

“What can I say, your people have good ears.”

Waiting for you to respond, you can only nod you head as to not disappoint the many eyes nows focused on your table. Aaron smiles and brings his hand to his chin, rubbing his face hair as begans to recall the tale.

”Let's see now, how should I begin? I suppose I should start from the very beginning, there's a lot of context and little details that are important to the story… but saying all that would take too long… you know what I’ll just start from where this story begins, fill you in as I go. I was sitting on a large glass ledge...”

 

 

 

… my legs hanging off the side. Below me was a drop of unimaginable heights. A blinding light like the sun illuminated at my back, so bright that direct eye contact with it would fry out almost anybody’s retinas.

Peering over the ledge I recalled wondering how far the drop down must be. Before my change, the sight of such a drop would have had me tense up in dear, but i’ve since overcome these kinds of fears. After all, they’ve became a bit of a common occurrence.

From my perch on the ledge I had the perfect view of the landscape below. It was a large bedroom. One that before my change I had become very familiar with. It wasn’t my room though, but instead the room of a friend or I guess I should now say “friends”.

Despite my familiarity, seeing everything at my new size was still an overwhelming experience. How could something seem so familiar be so alien at the same time?

This wasn’t my first visit of course. Over the years, whenever I was venturing in the area, I would make a point to take a detour just so that I could visit. Navigating inside was easy. There are tunnels that traverse the gaps in the walls and ceiling. The one I had become accustomed to using lead to a light fixture that hung over the room, the same light fixture I was sitting on at that moment.

The reason I would take time to visit this room was to remember, remember what my life was like when I wasn’t so small. I’m sure you can imagine, but the transition from being a regular human to what I am now has been… a bit rough.

There is so much I took for granted, luxuries that I didn’t realize were important until they were gone. Like not having to worry about being eaten by insects, or that walking down the block didn’t take two days. But most of all the thing I miss the most were the people I knew. Family, friends, neighbors, teachers; anyone. Over the years I’ve done the best I can to make a new life for myself. I’ve even met people that I can call friends and family now, people whom without I would probably be dead. But there is no replacing the people from my old life. Every day as my old life becomes just another memory, so do they. That’s why I often take time to visit them when I can, even though they may never see me again, I can at the very least see them.

Anyway back to the story, when the bedroom door opened, that’s when the couple I had been waiting for entered the room. Trent and Ashley. The two people I used to call my best friends.

Before we continue allow me to tell you a little bit about them.

Trent and I had been friends since our early high school days. We were partnered up on a class assignment in my freshman year when we really hit it off. Needless to say we spent more time talking and goofing off then actually doing any work. It turned out we had a lot in common. We liked the same movies, games, music, and other typical teenage fare. Not too soon after we started hanging out outside class. I would go to his house, he’d go to mine. We would even have sleepovers occasionally, staying up and playing games or watching a movie like kids do.

Ashley was different. A special kind of different. We had grown up as neighbors ever since we were kids. When we were young we would occasionally play outside, but since she liked girly things and I was a typical boy we eventually went our separate ways. It was like that till middle school. On one of our walks home we started talking about a show we both watched, from there we just kinda clicked. She introduced me to more shows she thought I’d like and I introduced her to video games and other things I was into, which she surprisingly took off with. Since she lived right next door we began hanging out and soon she was my best friend.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised then when in highschool I developed a crush on her. As we spent more time getting closer the feelings became mutual. Not that I knew at the time. I was always too afraid to ask her out afraid she wouldn’t return my feelings and that it would just ruin our friendship. It was only after I became like this that I found out the truth. Even to this day I regret not saying anything, especially knowing that she would have returned those feelings. But perhaps it’s best things worked out the way they did, seeing what eventually became of me… anyway that's enough of that, back to the story.

Trent and Ashley were just getting back from a party, when I decided to pay them a visit. Trent having just gotten a haircut was dressed in a white lined button down shirt and black pants. Ashley had her dark brown hair pulled back in a bun, and was wearing blue dress that contrasted nicely with her fair complexion. I couldn’t help but admire her from where I sat. She had put on a little weight since I left, but none that detracted from her feminine features but instead appeared to add to them.

She kicked off her heels and undid her hair before falling back on the bed, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Trent asked as he untied his shoes.

“Just tired.” Ashley sighed. “I haven’t danced like that in a long time. I’m exhausted.”

“Already? But we just got back.” Trent said, his tone seemed suggestive..

“Really?” Ashley said as she sat forward.

“I mean we could you know… fool around a little?”

“Babe, we did that last night.”

“I know but it’s been such a good night. Let's just keep it going, besides the entire time we were out on the dance floor, I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing you look in that dress.”

“She does doesn’t she.” I recall saying, to myself.

Ashley thought it over for a minute. “Fine. But a quick one.” She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Hurry up and get your shirt off.”

As Trent began to unbutton his shirt and Ashley unzipped her dress, I stood up. Pulling my cowl down over my eyes to shield them from the light I made my way to leave. I could have stayed sure. Stayed and watched as my two best friends fucked in front of me. At my current size they wouldn’t have noticed, but I was better than that. I’ve spent years watching people in secret, and over time I have learned to respect people privacy, and knowing when to leave.

I found the thin wire that ascended up the base of the light which connected to a small hole in the ceiling. I scaled it with relative ease. While in highschool I might have had difficulty ascending it, such climbs were no longer an issue in my current state.  

As I got to the top, I climbed into a small wooden crawl space above the ceiling, the light from below helping to illuminate the immediate area but still shrouded the rest in darkness.  

I’m not sure how much you know about humans, but we do not have the same low light adjusting eyes your kind has evolved to have. My eyes have come to adapt similar properties by methods that are well… it’s a whole nother story if I’m being honest. For the sake of the current story just know my eyes can adapt to see in the dark fairly well. Though just stepping out from the light they were taking some time to adjust.

I made a quick search of my belongings before I readied to leave. I’ve come to carry a rather standard set of gear whenever I travel. A water pouch, a spear, a knife, and of course my grappling hook, or what your people would call a “Throwclaw”. The last of of which any experienced traveler would agree is the most useful tool to have.

Satisfied that I had everything I needed, I cupped my hands over my mouth and called into the darkness.

“Weava!” I shouted to no response. “Weava!” I called again.

This was odd. Even when she wandered off, calling her name usually brought her back. She was a clever girl, able to understand when she was being called. Stubborn at times sure but always attentive. I didn’t even hear the scurrying of her eight little legs running back like I normally would when I called her back. With my eyes still adjusting to the dark I couldn’t have known that there was a reason she wasn’t around.

 

 

 

Aaron took a pause from his story as he looked around the room. At this point you were no longer the only one visibly listening to the story. Many patrons from around the tavern and even a few workers had stopped to listen.

It was apparent Aaron could make out the confused expressions that hung on the many face of the listeners. Including your own. There was a small detail he seemed to skip over that had you and many others questioning. He smiled, having realized what it was.

“Ahh, I see many of you have noticed. No you didn’t hear me wrong. Yes I can see how that might have been confusing, so let me explain. It’s not a very common thing to find after all.  

“You see when you travel as much as I do it is usually beneficial to invest into a mount of sorts. Mounts are very useful when carrying gear, they allow for much faster travel than on foot, and typically allow travel in places that would prove difficult otherwise. Now it's common to see people own mounts such as ladybugs, flies, ants. I’ve known groups to use grasshoppers or crickets for caravans. Now my mount is a bit of a special case. You see Weava is a spider.”

Murmurs began to erupt as people around you reacted to the news, though you completely understood where they were coming from. The oddity of Aaron being a human was astonishing in itself, but for him to claim to own a spider, a tamed one no less, drew a lot of questioning.

Aaron simply sat with a smile. Almost enjoying the reaction he incited.  

“Alright, alright.” he started to say. “I understand your surprise, after all spiders are well… not known to have the best temperament. To put it lightly. Trust me, I’m well aware of how surprising it must be. When I think back, it's even hard of me to understand. You see back before I was so small I was a human who had a phobia of spiders, and that was when they were smaller me, but having Weava has helped me overcome that fear. Despite her… eight legged disposition, she is a very intelligent and loyal creature. Besides that she makes for an amazing mount. She’s quick, able to scale up walls, and jump pretty well and even a spider as small as her she is deadly when she needs to be. Though she tends to be a bit of a coward at times. But we will get to that.  

“Now I’ll answer the question I know a lot of you must be thinking. No, I was not the one to tame her. Weava was a gift from a friend. The story of how I recieved her is an extraordinary tale in itself, but this story is taking long enough as is so it’ll have to be a story for another day. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! Staring into the dark...”

 

 

 

...ness wondering where my spider had run off too, I saw a small glint of steel reflect from the light behind me. I barely had time to step back, nearly falling back down the hole, as a blade slashed out in the dark.

“Very good.” I heard voice call back. “I expected nothing less from the famed human who killed our master.”

Stepping into the faint light my attacker revealed himself. He was a Micron of course. Shrouded in a dark cloak and hood with accents of deep blue. His skin was paler than the usual fern or pine green most of your kind adopts during the summer, probably due to his lack of sun exposure. Though it was his attire I recognized,  and told me what he was. He was a Swallowtail.

To those of you who may not be familiar with the Swallowtails; they are a group of hired killers. Assassins that mimic the the butterflies based on their names sake. They are silent, efficient and deadly, often preferring to use poison on their targets. As i’m sure you can pick up this wasn’t my first run in with one of his kind, so I knew right away that the dagger he wielded was most likely coated in a deadly poison. Depending on what poison he had chosen, one cut could mean death, and I didn’t intend to take that chance.

“Didn’t even scratch ya.” He said, further confirming my suspicion. “As to be expected. I’ve heard of your reflexes and figured I’d put them to the test.”

“I’m flattered you’re such a fan.” I said, in a witty attempt.

“We remember what you did to our Order human. The one who brings in your head will be rewarded handsomely.”

“Well then...” I said, trying to stall him as my hand reached for the spear on my back. “You’re gonna be disappointed with the results.”

As my left hand gripped the spear’s shaft, the Swallowtail swung his balde at me. Under normal circumstances if I had gotten my spear out I would have had the advantage in this fight. My spear having a far greater reach over the Swallowtail and his dagger however, the Swallowtail was clever and knowing this he had cornered me. With my spear still strapped to my back, I would need to first need to unsheath it, making me vulnerable. With his poisoned dagger all he needed was that single hit. With the heels of my feet teetering on the edge of hole behind me, I had nowhere to run where he couldn’t immediately strike. So to him my attempt to grab the spear was a fatal mistake. A fatal mistake he had intentionally set me up for. What he didn’t know was that I was only feigning the action.

As the Swallowtail lunged, I did the one thing he did not expect. I side stepped out of his way, using his momentum and the palm of my freehand connect to his back, pushing him down the blinding hole towards the light fixture.

At human size the equivalent of such a fall down would have left him injured, if I was lucky maybe even killed him. But at the size of a mite, such falls don’t leave as much of a impact.

I was tempted to leave him at this point. However with him just fallen, I now had the upper hand. He was sure to have been blinded by the sudden shift in light, giving me a window to end things quickly. Besides if I had left him I knew he would most likely attempt to pursue me. It was better to settle things while I had the advantage.

Unsheathing my spear I leapt down. While the light was bright, my eyes had not fully adjusted to the dark, making the readjustment back to light easier for me. At first I couldn’t spot him. He had fallen closer to the bulb then I would have hoped, making looking for him very difficult. Fortunately for me his sudden movement eclipsed the light, unfortunately for me he was once again charging, hoping to use the light at his back to his favor. A clever tactic i’ll admit, Swallowtails aren’t the best at what they do for nothing after all.

I brought my spear up to block the attack, hoping to knock the dagger out of his hand, but he held it tighter than I anticipated. Using his momentum he pushed me back a couple steps before disengaging. I brought my spear back up, the tip pointed forward, waiting for him to make another charge. He was clever though, and knew charging again was a bad idea. He would need to feign an attack out of me for him to escape past the spear's tip.

We began to circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move. The Swallowtail twirled his dagger in his hand, hoping to goad an attack out of me. I remember thinking how funny it would be if he had accidently cut himself. That would have been a story I would have laughed about until my deathbed. Unfortunately though, it wouldn’t be that simple.

As we waited something began becoming a lot more apparent. Noises from below started rising in the background from below. Trent and Ashley were now getting into the full swing of their love making session, made ever prominent by the lustful moans and sounds of skin on skin. Needless to say it was distracting. I know in a battle for your life noticing such things shouldn’t be a priority but it’s hard to ignore the cries of your best friends fucking each other while you’re also waiting for your opponent to make a move.

The Swallowtail must have noticed my discomfort, because he spoke up.

“Sound like they are having fun down there. Why don’t you hurry up so we can have some fun ourselves?”

“Sorry but unfortunately for you, you’re not my type.” I retorted. Thinking it a clever reply.

As we stood the cries and moans grew louder, as the throws of their love making became more intense. Ashley’s voice rose higher and higher as it carried on. I mean Jesus Christ, what was he doing to her down there?

It must have been evident that I was becoming  overly distracted at this point because the Swallowtail decided to take his charge as I almost missed it. I tried my best to stop him but he already made it passed the spearhead and was coming right for me. Needing to act quick I dropped my spear, catching my assailant by the wrist, and using his momentum once more I maneuvered behind him. My hand dropped to my side and pulled out the knife I had at my hip, just in time for him to spin around for another strike. I blocked it with no time to spare, locking my blade with his. As we disengage I followed up with a high kick to the chest, causing him to stagger backward, I didn’t hesitate for a moment and charged forward with another slice, aiming for his stomach. Still caught in his stagger the Swallowtail regained his footing just in time to leap back, narrowly escaping the arc of the swing. He continued to back step putting a good distance between us.

It was at this moment I noticed how close we were getting to the edge. A plan popped into my head as I made moves to play it. The assassin seemed flustered. He had heard stories of me I’m sure, but wasn’t quite expecting me to be this capable in a fight, and all he needed to do slice me once to win. It must have been frustrating for him.

Before the Swallowtail had time to collect himself, I feigned with another charge. He took the bait and prematurely swung, a sign that he was beginning to panic. As he swung, I halted as the knife passed by, before continuing my pursuit forward. I made another slash at him. He jumped backed. I followed up with another, this time he caught my blade with his. I stepped forward and attacked again, he stepped back and blocked. He was on the defensive now, and our attacks fell into a rhythm. Step forward, attack, block, step back, step forward, attack, block, step back and so on for a few more exchanges. I continued my assault again but this time as he took a step back, his foot came to the edge of the fixture, catching him by surprise. This gave me the window I needed to strike.

While the Swallowtail was trying to steady himself on the edge, I followed through with a sweeping kick to the legs. It was too easy. Being preoccupied with not falling, he left himself wide open. Effortlessly he was thrown off his feet. At first I thought he might catch himself, but he didn’t. His body slipped over the side as he began to plummet to the floor.

Now when I said it was too easy, I meant it. Thinking my victory was assured I turned to leave. The Swallowtail proved to be more determined than I thought.

Remember that item I told you is the most important for an traveler to have? If you were paying attention you would remember that it was something called a “Throwclaw”. Which is exactly what he had on him.

Whether intentional or not the Swallowtail threw his throwclaw, catching my leg by surprise. The weight of the falling assassin was enough to drag me down with him. My knife dropped from my hand as I suddenly found myself pulled over the edge, falling down towards the room below. When your the size of a Micron, long drops don’t pose as much of a threat as one would think. Our bodies are rather air resistant, meaning that had I just fallen to the floor both of us would have been fine. Maybe a little shaken up and bruised but ultimately fine. Unfortunately that's not where we were headed.

Before we move on I would like to take a moment to say how much I admire about Micrin ingenuity. Your species is quick, nimble and crafty and have become masters at traversing your surroundings and utilizing the environment. This includes living terrains.

Micrin are no strangers for using humans to travel. I mean why travel weeks when you can catch a ride on a human and get to where you need to go in a day. Traveling on a body comes with its hazards of course. Over the years I’ve learned to overcome some of these hazards. Sometimes it’s easy. Other times its deadly. There are certain times when it would be very ill advised to be on a human. In the middle of a passionate night of sex is one of those times...

 

 

 

Aaron stopped again. Looking to the those who gathered around him, his face reddened as he contemplated how to phrase the following. At first you mistook it as him transfering into his seasonal colors, but the speed in which it happened and the flustered expression he wore told you otherwise.

“Before I continue I’m going to say, things are about to get a lot more… graphic and inappropriate from here on out.  Now would be a good time to leave if your sensitive to such things.”

Looking around the room, most continued to sit and wait patiently. Some seemed confused by implications, but you were starting to understand.

“Alright then. So...”

 

 

 

...as I fell I began to panic, trying desperately to find something to grab hold of and eventually, I did. I landed on a soft spongy like surface. Frantically I clung to it before nearly finding myself thrown off as it shooked under my grasp. I tightened my hold as entire structure continued to rock. I could hear Ashley moaning overhead, her voice deafening. I looked up hoping to get an idea of where I was, and got a lot more than that.

Following the pink surface I was clutching to my eyes upward as it connected to a large mound of flesh. My eyes continued it’s gaze across Ashley’s slender neck to her beautiful face. Her lips parted, moaning with delight with every single thrust of her hips. Still clinging desperately to her flesh, I looked down seeing Trent’s bare chest stretching out far below me. His face filled with just as much ecstasy. Ashley was positioned on top of his pelvis, Trent’s hands around her waist as she bucked back and forth.

I know had I very clear idea of where I was and what was happening. I had fallen onto to Ashley’s nipple, and was now hanging for to dear life as she currently rode Trent in a sexual position we humans refer to as a  “Cowgirl”.

For you Micrin who are confused or curious about the position i’m speaking of… well… another time perhaps. Back to the story.

I clung desperately to the tip of Ashley’s nipple, the violent bouncing of her breasts only making my life more difficult. Each thrust threatened to launch me off and the last thing I wanted was to end up in a worse position than I was already in.

“Ash, babe. I’m starting to get there.” I heard Trent’s deep voice resonante from below. Looking up I watched as Ashley’s eyes peered downward.

“Okay... okay…” She said between heavy breaths. “where do you wanna finish?”

“Oh, I think you know.”

Ashley gave him a smile and a wink that sent a shiver down my spine. I had never been so jealous. But as Ashley unsaddled him, for lack of a better words, I was finally given a chance to regain my handle on the nipple. As I clambered up I let out a sigh of relief. However, the worst of it had yet to come. Exhausted and pulling myself onto the erect slope, I found myself looking at a gray pair of moth wrapped boots.

Looking up I saw the Swallowtail standing over me. The dagger was gone but the twisted grin on his face told me he was just as dangerous. As I hung half way on the edge of Ashley’s breast, the Swallowtail lifted his foot, bringing it-with great force-into my face.

I fell backwards through the air as Ashley lifted herself off her lover. I landed on a slick soft surface that was covered in a strange sticky substance. A substance that had a very pungent and unmistakable smell. Over the years at my new size I have found myself in a plethora of uncomfortable and dangerous situations. So the smell of vaginal fluid was nothing new to me. Having fallen from Ashley’s nipple, I knew I had landed on Trent. This time I didn’t need to see where I was to know that I had landed directly on my friend’s fully erect member.

His penis twitched, as it awaited sexual release. As I attempted to stand, I found myself slipping, falling down no more than a few feet away from a large slit, a slit that I could only assume lead to his urethra. Based on the conversation the couple had just had, I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere near the thing when it went off.

Trying once more to get to my feet I felt a sudden blunt force hit me from behind as the weight of a foot pressed into my back. I involuntarily let out a cry of pain. Looking up I was once against faced with the relentless Swallowtail. I doubt he understood the danger of being where we were, that or he was so fueled by the thrill of killing me he simply didn’t care. The Swallowtail picked me off the ground and threw me forward. Losing traction in my footing I once again fell backwards this time coming dangerously close to the opening. The Swallowtail did not relent. Before I had a chance to get up he was on me, pressing the heel of his boot into my ribs.

“They say you’re a survivor Human.” His eyes looked down into the opening of my friend shaft. “Let’s see you survive this.”

With a decisive kick, he pushed me towards the gaping hole. Thankfully I managed to get a tentative hold of the fleshy rim, putting my descent to a halt, though my grip was quickly slipping away as I fought to not slide down any further. I couldn’t help but peer down into the dark tunnel below me, the smell of cum and heat hitting me. I was small enough that if I lost my grip I would easily slide down, Trent probably wouldn’t even feel a thing.

Despite my already failing grip, the Swallowtail seemed interested in moving things along. He raised his foot above my head, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop him. He smiled manically at my futile attempts to escape. As the Swallowtail readied to lower his foot, a large object eclipsed us from overhead.

“What the hell!” Was all he could say, as he looked back.

From my view clinging on the inside of Trent’s penis, I saw Ashley’s face fill the sky. Her two glossy red lips parted as they descended over the tip Trent’s cock. It wasn’t long before the two of us were shrouded in darkness but unlike before  the shift in light was gradual enough to allow our visions time to adjust. The back Ashley’s teeth passed overhead as her throat and uvula pulled closer. Once her lips had taken hold on either side of Trent’s shaft, Ashley’s tongue snaked forward, helping to guide and maneuver the erect member into her mouth.

The tip of her tongue came first, sliding alongside the top of Trent’s penis. The Swallowtail tried to escape from the pink leviathan, but was too slow as it passed overhead pulling him along with it. An unforeseen consequence of me clinging from inside Trent’s penis was that I wasn’t swept along with him. Still the introduction of saliva didn’t help my situation any.

A loud “mmmmm” emanated from her throat and throughout the cavernous mouth, as Ashley began to suck. The tongue worked eagerly massaging the sides and the tip of Trent’s cock, as Ashley pleasured her man. It was working because with each lick I felt the shaft around me twitch delight, each time becoming more frantic than the last. With each movement though I found myself slipping even more into the phalic tunnel. On the outside I could hear Trent’s muffled voice, exemplifying his pleasure.

I was finally about to lose my grip, as gravity took its toll, causing me to slide downward. Fortunately, if you can even say that, I didn’t make it far as torrent of white liquid shot me out of the shaft and onto the flat surface of Ashley’s tongue. Her licking stopped as the cumshot landed, but soon went back to work, scooping up whatever she could off Trent’s dick.

Meanwhile I was caught up in the ride as Trent’s cum was cleaned off. Definitely not a high point for me. I wiped the excess fluid off my face, and looked around my new surroundings. I had landed far enough back on her tongue that the movement at the tip no longer an issue for me. Though it didn’t last much longer. Trent pulled out, as Ashley’s lips sealed behind the departing member. The cavern which I was inside reoriented itself, causing a shift in the white sea I was in, as I slipped backwards and was covered once more.

Everything was still, and quiet as I fought to find my footing. Then a realization hit me, now that Trent had blown his load Ashley was left with two options. Looking behind me I realized just how close I was to her throat. A long chasm like drop, with the uvula hanging over head, swaying slightly like a sign. I began to notice saliva pooling in her mouth, mixing in with the white sea I stood in. Then as if to answer my question Ashley tilted her head back, sending me and the rest of Trent’s load back towards the gaping abyss that was her throat.

I don’t think I need to tell you that being inside a human's mouth is a very dangerous thing for someone out size, but by no means is it a death sentence. A smart and quick Micron can escape assuming there aren't other factors working against you. Hell, I’ve heard plenty of stories of Micrin who’ve survived the inside of a mouth, but in all my years adventuring I have heard very few who have claim to escape the inside of a stomach. Though not a Micron myself I am one of the few to stake such a claim and on not just one occasion, but two. I’m sure I just piqued many of your interests with that statement, but those stories are far too long for me to share now.

Even though I had experience surviving the inside of a stomach, let me tell you it is not an experience I wish to relive. I was lucky on both accounts, almost as if fate decided it was not my time. As I slide across the back of Ashley’s tongue, I doubted fate would be so inclined to save me a third time.

As I drifted closer to Ashley’s throat, I knew I needed to act quickly. Luckily the traction of the semen was slow enough for me to figure out a plan. Grabbing my throwclaw, I looked for a spot that it might latch onto. The back of the teeth were hard and steady, an ideal spot to aim for but unfortunately there was too great a distance them and where I was. Running out of time I looked ahead, and spotted my new target. Hanging over the drop to Ashley’s stomach was her uvula, it would have to do, yet it still seemed too far. For me to reach it I would need to wait until right at the apex of her throat, the exact moment before she swallowed. Knowing the short window I had, I rose the rope over my head and spun it, letting the wave of saliva and seamen to carry me forward. It wasn’t easy. Maintaining the swing while staying afloat in the semi- liquid was a challenge I would like to see even the most hardened rancher accomplish.

Just as the wave made it’s way over the precipice of the throat, I threw my throwclaw. While it made contact, I waited with heightened fear wandering if it had caught on. As gravity took effect and I fell, the hook latched, holding me over the open throat as the wave of trent’s load was sucked downward and out of sight. Both an amazing and terrifying sight to behold, knowing that I was almost apart of it.

Before I could even begin my climb up, a tight pressure grabbed me by neck, threatening to pull me down. My hands tightened around the rope but the slickness from the saliva proved difficult as I slid downward. Still feeling the pressure on my throat, I realized it was my own cloak that was choking me. Looking back I realized why. The Swallowtail, persistent as ever, was holding on to the end of my traveling cloak in an attempt to keep from falling. Gripping the rope with all my strength, I attempted to pull us up, but the extra weight only caused to us slide further down.

“I’m getting out of here,” He called up to me. “or were both going down!”

His threat was a valid one, if I didn’t free myself soon they we would both be taking a trip into Ashley’s belly.

I was reaching the end of my rope. Both figuratively and literally. I had only one option. Wrapping my legs around the rope’s end, I attempted to stable myself with one hand. Even with my legs wrapped it wasn’t enough as the two of us slide even quicker. I needed to do this quickly. With my free hand I fumbled with the buttons on my cloak, trying my best to loosen them. The Swallowtail saw what I was trying to do and climbed faster at my back in a desperate attempt to stop me. Each movement causing further slipping, until eventually even my legs had passed the ropes end, causing use to dangle, and me to hang on with the strength of just a single arm. With one pop of a button my cloak came undone. I took in a deep pained breath and shot my free hand upward, to stop myself from falling. The Swallowtail clawed frantically for something to grab hold of, but unfortunately for him all he could grab was my loosened cloak.

I watched as he fell down into the fleshy pit. At our size I doubted Ashley even felt him go down. Despite the Swallowtail’s attempts to take my life, I did not take joy in his defeat. The fate that awaited him was something I didn’t wish on anyone even though I knew he wouldn’t have shown me the same kindness, besides, I wasn’t safe yet. There was still plenty of timefor me to join him if I was carefull. Mustering up as much upper body strength as I could, I managed to get a stable grip on the rope once more, pulling myself up until I was able to climb like normal.

Ashley let out a content sigh that created a gust of air that launched me and my throwclaw into the air. Luckily for me I landed on her tongue once more, scrambling to put as much distance between me and her throat as possible. Her mouth open and the floor began to shake.

“Satisfied?” Ashley asked.

The floor on which I stood shook as, her voice exploded from behind me. I sat up a bit disoriented from being thrown about before hearing Trent’s muffled response from the outside.

“Just one last thing.”

My heart nearly stopped. How much more could he possibly want? My answer came in the form of Trent’s tongue slipping past her lips. Normally this would have been an issue, however I saw an opportunity in front of me. As they locked tongues, I made my way closer towards the center their intimate make out session. Each shift and toss of their tongues shook the very ground I walked on, but unlike before I was given enough time to get my bearings. I moved along trying to loosen my movements to match their own. When traversing a living landscape this becomes an essential skill to master. Otherwise you run the risk of getting thrown off. As the tongues settled I acted without hesitation. Throwing my throwclaw I latched onto the tip of Trent's tongue as it receded from Ashley’s mouth, pulling me along with it.

Once outside of Ashley’s mouth I let go of the rope, grabbing hold onto the wrinkled fold of her lower lip. I watched Trent pull his tongue back into his mouth, my throwclaw carried along with it. I for one having had enough of being inside my friends mouth decided I wasn’t going to bother retrieving it.

Looking up I watch as Ashley and Trent stared into each other's eyes, Ashley’s tongue poking out to seductively lick her lips. It was almost as if she was unconsciously trying to keep me from escaping. It was too slow for me this time as I let go, dropping down and finding new footing on the small incline of her chin.

“I love you Ash.” Trent said as he stared at her.

“I love you too Trent.”

Despite everything, despite everything I had just experienced, hearing them share their words of love to each other made me feel something warm inside. It was the way they had said it that made be believe they really did love each other. After everything that had happened since I disappeared from their lives they had found love. While part of me was jealous that I was no longer a part of their lives, witnessing them now put me at ease. They may never know what happened to me, or even see me again but that didn’t matter. They had moved on and found each other, as a friend I could only be happy for them.

The moment was broken for me as Ashley stood up, nearly causing me to fall.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She said, her voice still incredibly loud from where I stood.  “Then I think we should go to bed.”

That was my cue to go. Looking around for a way off, I spotted a group of stray hairs that clung to the front of her breasts. Leaping off from her chin I landed, making contact with the soft surface. I almost lost my footing as her breasts swayed back and forth with every step she took, but I quickly found the rhythm. With quick foot work I made my way to the strands of dark hair.

Ashley opened the door to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel and making sure to place it somewhere she could grab after the show, she turned on the water to the tub. This is when I made my move. Swinging from a strand of hair I launched myself off her breast and onto the towel, grabbing hold of the cloth fibers. Luckily for me the towel hanger was not far from the sink. Scaling to the top of the metal hanger I made a running leap off the edge landing with a roll onto the ceramic glass surface of the sink. After that I made my way to the faucet.

I heard the shower turn on as room began to fill with steam. I couldn’t help but look back toward Ashley, her faint silhouette slowly fogging behind a glass door. Despite knowing the love that she held for Trent, I couldn’t help but wonder of what could have been if I hadn’t shrunk. Though the time for that had long since passed.

I sat down down behind the faucet, taking a moment to catch my breath and plan out my next move. That's when I heard the scurrying of eight legs descending from the wall. Looking up I spotted Weava crawling down to where I was, my traveling pack and saddle still fashioned around her arachnid body. I did say she was clever after all, always able to show up just when I needed her yet always gone when things get rough. Sometimes I wonder if that’s also due to cleverness or just cowardice on her part.

“You know I could have used some help a lot sooner.” I laughed as I held out my hand to her. Her eight eyes shut as she practically nuzzled the top of her head to me and to think I used to be terrified of these things.

Saddling onto Weava’s back, she began her ascent up the wall. After today I knew I most likely wouldn’t be back for a while, having had enough time with my friends to last me. Still as I left part of me knew I would be again. So long as I was able, I would always be back. But in my new life I had certain responsibilities to uphold, responsibilities that would take me elsewhere.

 

 

 

Having finished his story Aaron reclined in his seat. Most of the group that had formed began to rise. Some applauded, others thanked him, and a few individuals even came up to share some words. Most however simply stood and left or returned to their previous actions. Eventually it was just you and Aaron once more

Aaron looked up at and smiled.

“We definitely had a crowd there for a moment. I have to apologize for that, people tend to get curious whenever I have a story to share. They all want to hear what strange adventures the human has gone through.”

Taking a sip of his drink, Aaron seemed to visibly relax.

“Telling this story...” He muttered aloud. “makes me reflect back on all that’s changed over the years. Situations like the one I just shared were pretty common back when I first ended up this way. I hadn’t adjusted to the world being so large back then, I have to say it feels like I only survived this long because of luck, as if fate has been holding on to me and I’m just waiting for the day it will let go.”

You felt as if he was confiding in you something he kept from many people. The tone in his voice was much different than the exaggerated tone he used while telling the story. It was soft and sad and he sounded lost. All the while you didn’t know how to respond, after all he was just a stranger to you.

“I’m not normal...” He continued. “Not even by Micrin standards. Yes I’m a human. My skin and hair don’t changed based on the seasons, I wasn’t born with naturally keen senses and a body that was meant to navigate a giant world. Yet even then I’ve adapted in ways that have pushed me past Micrin standards... and I don’t know why. I still don’t even know how I got this way, after all it just like any other when I...”

Aaron stopped suddenly as he looked up, seeing you’re concerned expression. He threw up a guarded smile and took a swig of his drink.

“I’m sorry, you must be completely lost.  It’s not like you have any of the answers, you’re probably wondering how I got this way too, right?”

Aaron stood from his seat, taking a moment to finish off the rest of his drink in one go.

“Well.” He continued. “That my friend is a long and arduous story. I promise though, next time I’m in the area I’ll make sure your the first person to hear it. After all it's been so long I wouldn’t mind taking another trip down memory lane.”

Reaching into his pocket Aaron fished out a few coins before setting them on the table.

“For your trouble.” He said as he turned to exit the tavern. “It was fun speaking with you but I must be off, I need to purchase a new throwclaw before hitting the road. Until next time my friend.” He called back as he left.

A female server approaches the table, she was a cute Micron woman, sunlit yellow skin with long orange hair. She approaches the table, going to collect the money when she pauses and notices you sitting.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She says. “With all of the commotion going on I did get the chance to ask, did you want a drink?”

 

Chapter End Notes:

Welp that was the first chapter and a small intro into the style I plan to write this series in. It was fun, a little tricky, but fun and hopefully easier to make. Moving forward I don't know how I will structure the different arcs or "story sessions" but they will be broken up into different tales. Anyway that's all for now, hope you enjoyed and see you in the next chapter notes.

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