I have had this stupid thing in my wips since PRE Valentine's Day and I have finally finished.
Getting better with clothing and folds, but frankly it only makes sense 20% of the time 🙃 Also enjoy me dressing Aedes in progressively sluttier more breathable outfits everytime I post him.
But they aren't the helpless one, the human is. The human carries this vampire around like a secret weapon. The vampire could turn into a bat and hang from an ear like an earring at night even...and then there were bullies!!!
You should have both be your usual he/him
Tiny vampire. Yes. I’m not going to lie, I have zero idea how to feel about this since I like it, but not at the same time, so I’m very sorry if this didn’t come out like you had expected. (And if it didn’t, I’ll rewrite it!) I hope you enjoy either way though! (I’m sorry this took so long to post and thank you for the title idea!)
Word Count: 3.2k
CW: slight mentions of death (Doesn’t actually happen), slight bullying
Pocket Assassin
In all my years, I have never seen one single human as gentle and caring as the one I, for some reason, was glued to.
Hayven was a nice kid. In the turmoil of all the trouble life forces him to endure, he just brushes the dirt off his clothes and keeps on going. Part of the reason I had gratefully accepted his offer to stay with him. It pains me to see such a young being having to suffer through all of life’s troubles alone. His parents were no help in the matter, and I probably would have already murdered them if Hayven had pleaded me not to. Claiming that they really were nice people. Pfft. I doubt it.
It wasn’t exactly hard to stay out of vision from the humans when you were three inches tall. That wasn’t the part I was worried about. The part that worries me is that every time one of his parents walk into Hayven’s room I can barely hold in the need to strangle them. And I could do it. The amount of times I came close to cracking- Just the thought alone made me want to march over to the living room where his parents were currently residing in and just- agh. But I would listen to Hayven, because he was right.
So far as I know, humans still haven’t found out my kind’s existence. Not a borrower, but a vampire. Just on a much, much smaller scale, and I guess that was for the best since humans can just be so- irritating sometimes. Like I said, if it wasn’t for Hayven, I probably would have strangled hundreds of people after we had met. I still don’t understand why he won’t just let me… teach them a lesson. By that I mean to seriously injure them. Best part is that they’ll never even know who it was. Or they will and everyone would think they were crazy if they were trying to tell someone. I mean, who would believe that a 3 inch tall person just absolutely made a fool out of someone twenty times their size? I only know two people in the entire world who would actually know. Myself and Hayven.
Today was no different. His parents stayed in the living room, and at some point I could smell his mom cooking lunch. Hayven was at school, about to come back home in about thirty minutes if the clock on his nightstand was right. There really wasn’t anything to do while Hayven was gone. Usually he would close his door and we would talk until one of his parents walked in claiming that he was talking with someone. Luckily I was always fast enough to hide away behind something.
The tv was loud in the other room, and surprisingly I don’t think I know this movie. Might be one that recently came out? I remember when I would sneak into movie theaters and get one of the best seats right by the projector. Good times. Now it’s degrading to hearing hallmark movies through a thin wall. I groaned as loud as I could into the pillow, trying to drown out the tv as much as I could. Of course it never works.
The door opened and closed almost immediately, but I already knew who it was. I dug my head out of the pillows, professionally keeping my composure on the soft fabric below that threatened to falter my legs throw me back down. Hayven didn’t acknowledge me at first, but waved and headed off to the bathroom. I eyed the door suspiciously. Obviously something had happened.
Why was I sticking around for this human you may ask? Well, for one thing, I was living in the woods for years without any sort of contact with anyone until Hayven came walking along, and for some reason didn’t want to trap or experiment on me like I had always thought humans would. Well, that was if they would catch me. In all honesty, Hayven has helped me a lot more than I’ve helped him which only made me even more shocked. I would’ve figured humans would want to experiment on a three-inch tall vampire that has been here for nearly a hundred years and still looks like they were 18.
I stealthily made my way to the bathroom, slipping underneath the small crack under the door and watching silently from below as Hayven carefully placed a small bandage above his eye that had almost looked swollen. That was most likely because it was. His skin was a light purple tint from a bruise, and I could smell the faint smell of blood. I sighed, expertly climbing up the cabinet and nearly scaring the life out of Hayven when I stood, arms crossed, on top of the marble countertop.
We held a silent staring contest for what seemed like forever before Hayven sighed, “I just fell off my bike-“
“No point in hiding the truth if I already know what happened.” I glared at him, angry for being lied to. His eyes widened, avoiding eye contact. It still amazes me to this day how he could feel so helpless around me even though I was… vertically challenged compared to him.
“It looks worse than it is.” He shrugged, carefully placing another small bandaid underneath his eye to try and cover up the dark purple bruises. My heart fell, but only for a split second.
I would have used this time to scold Hayven for the next ten minutes, but I had a much much better idea. One that had a big smirk on my face and would have me cackling if it wouldn’t have made me sound like a maniac.
“Take me to your school tomorrow.” I had asked him, not caring if he had said no. What could he do if I just snuck into his bag at the last second? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I had an amazing plan, and no it doesn’t involve killing anyone. Though that does sound pretty nice right about now… but I’ll just be gravely injuring someone if things all go according to plan tomorrow. Which they will because no one can do anything to stop me as I’ve said before.
“Wh-what? That’s dangerous for you, Atlas! What would happen if-“ Hayven stopped talking as soon as he saw my expression. Did he really think I was afraid if some sixteen year old saw me? No one would believe them if they had said they saw me. Now if there was a group of people maybe, but I think it’d be hilarious to embarrass someone in the middle of the hall where everyone would be watching.
“Just… don’t do anything. Please.” He had told me, sighing, already knowing what was going through my twisted mind.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve gone places with Hayven. Most of the time I get sick and tired of doing nothing but wander around his room or sneaking my way outside to enjoy some fresh air, so he goes out sometimes afterschool for my sake. At first I thought there was a catch, since I was new to this whole, “help from humans” thing even though I was the one to help him in the woods all those months ago. I didn’t plan on sticking around with him, but what can I say? He just grows on people.
“I make no such promises.” I climbed onto his hand, expertly making my way to his shoulder. The view was better up here. Makes me feel like I was taller and not just the 3-inch vampire that sleeps in a drawer in a nightstand drawer.
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The next morning, I was woken up by the soft and subtle sound of fabric rustling and the smell of pancakes. I groaned. I never liked pancakes, and I don’t know whether that was because my preferences were… quite literally coming from the heart, or because I just absolutely hated the aftertaste that lingered in my mouth.
I waited for Hayven to get ready and finish eating his breakfast, already thinking of idea of how to do this. A funny quip to whisper in their ear? Stay hidden while attacking and make them look like they were all just going crazy? Or just lure one them out and walk off without caring that I would have absolutely traumatized this kid? I laughed to myself at the seemingly endless possibilities before Hayven walked back in, still looking nervous about today.
“Oh please. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.” I stood up, waiting.
“Would you prefer the pocket or in my bag?” He had asked before letting his hand down for me. I climbed on, trying to make it look like I wasn’t having a hard time trying to keep my balance. I at least have to show some kind of dignity in front of Hayven.
“Pocket. It’s better than being thrashed around all day.” I grumbled, remembering when I did choose to stay in his bag one time and regretting everything. I only wanted to see what the inside of a mall looked like without being seen. There was always too many people for me to be blindly running on the ground so of course I had to take any chance I could get.
Hayven laughed nervously, letting me into his hoodie pocket and very slowly making his way to school. He had told me it wasn’t very far from where he lived, so I guess walking shouldn’t take too long.
When we arrived, I wasn’t expecting so many loud voices to cloud up my mind. I had to cover up my ears just to muffle some out. How does he even make it through the day here? Something had touched my back, which I had almost bit it away if I hadn’t realized it was just Hayven checking up on me. I would have complained for him to give me a warning next time, but I don’t think he could since well, we were surrounded by other humans. So let’s just try not to make things worse for him in this child prison.
It had been a couple hours now, it was boring to just stay in the hoodie pocket all the time, but Hayven tried his hardest to keep me entertained. Whether it was grabbing me in a tight fist so I could try and escape, which I always managed to his amazement, or just taking me out secretly when no one was looking so I could get some fresh air. Of course we were in the halls but it still beat having to breathe in the clouded air around me. Not that I needed to breath anyways, but it’s nice to if I don’t want to feel like I constantly have a lack of oxygen going through my lungs.
From a hidden view in the pocket, I could see a clock hanging above a huge door that showed that there was still an hour until Hayven would take us back, and so far I haven’t found the person responsible of hurting the human that’s helped me more times than I hated to admit. I think he still had one class though… the first seven were utterly boring in my opinion, and I couldn’t stand to listen to his history teacher ramble on about what year Columbus had found new land, then somehow spiral into how his daughter had recently went on a sailing trip. It took everything in me not to scream “Shut the hell up!” In the silent classroom.
It was amazing how Hayven could even manage a single day in the hell-hole, let alone months on end with barely any breaks. I sighed, feeling the fabric surrounding me move as Hayven prepared to leave. Just another couple minutes, and I didn’t even get to humiliate anyone. I admit, it was a little saddening, but there was always tomorrow.
The fabric around me stopped moving as Hayven took his seat. He carefully moved his hand into his pocket, checking on me as usual. I leaned against one of his fingers as he stopped moving, but for some reason I could tell that something was wrong. Kind of like an instinct an animal gets when they feel like something around them wasn’t right.
Hayven’s hand was a little shaky, but I didn’t think too much on that. I peeked out of the little hole of the hoodie were I was sure no one would see me as I spotted a kid that sat right in front of him. I studied the kid for a while, careful not to let anyone see me. He was tall, muscular build, wore one of those jackets that students wear when they think they’re “Cool,” and “Popular,” but really their just people desperate for attention. Well, at least I know who my target is. And I’ll give them the attention that they want…
I stayed hidden for a while before they were getting ready to leave again. I took this time to peak out, seeing that as soon as Hayven left the room, that guy followed blood behind, a menacing glare that must’ve stung the back of Hayven’s head. I quietly hissed to myself, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Might be crazy for a person of my size, but it would be oh so worth it later what I get the sweet, sweet taste of revenge. Probably almost literally.
Hayven sighed as he turned the corner where no one was at, the other guy following close behind. Hayven stopped and quickly turned around, already accepting his fate. I started quietly cackling to myself, getting ready to jump out of his pocket and make this jock run all the way home crying.
“Listen, I did your essay already, can I be left alone?” Hayven pleaded while I waited for this other guy made the first move like I knew he would. Then my world was spinning in just one second. I grabbed on tightly to the fabric surrounding me as Hayven was harshly shoved up against a locker.
“Yeah, and I failed it anyways. Know anything about that?” I hissed as the human much, much taller than Hayven continued to whisper empty threats. Just before I could lunge at the big oaf, a tight hand gripped around me, and I admit I was only scared for a second, but quickly tried to gain my freedom. Hayven knew what I was about to do, and as soon as I was free, I hurried up to the other guys shoulder and quickly started clawing at it, running away the second his hand came slapping down. I snickered, grabbing a tuff of their hair and pulling as hard as I could, causing his head to fall backward along with the rest of his body and in front of everyone in the hall. I fixed my position to remain hidden, pulling a little harder until his back hit one of the lockers.
He looked around, eyes wide and locked on Hayven, who stood there in shock. I snickered, moving and started to bite at his neck and shoulders that made him move around like he was losing his absolute mind just as I had hoped. I started hearing earfuls of laughs, but kept on making him move his limbs wildly before his hand had almost managed to grab me. I noticed a few kids with their phones out, taking a video of what was happening and only prayed that I wasn’t caught at any point.
Sadly, I didn’t have any of the hand-made weapons I had stashed away underneath Hayven’s desk (I promise I only had them there just in case he had tried anything.) But they were also for instances when I used to live alone. They would have been so useful right now. It’s not like I wanted to kill this random kid who’s been most likely terrorizing most people, just… teach him a very valuable lesson. Also, it is pretty fun to just attack people when they don’t know what’s happening. Seriously. It’s incredibly hard to hold in my laugh right now.
I giggled as I jumped down onto the ground, failing at making a perfect landing, but only Hayven had seen it. I still grumbled to myself about it before quickly making my way towards Hayven, who shoved me back into his hoodie pocket to keep me hidden. The jock guy stared wide-eyed at him, most likely seeing me run off the floor. I watched carefully as he then looked around aimlessly, trying to put the very obvious pieces together. I grinned, happy with myself. Could’ve done a lot more, but alas, I have to play along with the rules when I’m around humans.
Hayven stayed a while longer, watching as the guy struggled to stand up and started yelling at the other students who were filming the entire thing. “There was a-a tiny thing- uh- person! Yeah!” Everyone started laughing while I made my way to Hayven’s shoulder, we looked at each other with smiles on our faces.
“You’re going crazy man!”
“Delusional I swear!”
The jock turned back to us, glaring, then his eyes set on me. I whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear me but just so I can be funny, “No one will believe you.” Hayven clasped his hands over his mouth, struggling to muffle his own laughter as he rushed down the hall and through the doors, carefully keeping me out of sight in his pocket from the other humans that walked along the street.
“Okay we’re good.” He giggled, as he helped me out of his pocket. He had walked back to a bus stop that he always waited at to get home. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t anyone here, but that was besides the point. I could finally let out the unruly amount of laughs I was holding in. Suddenly we were both in sync, our eyes tearing up and abdomens wheezing in pain from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter as much to me as it did to Hayven.
“Dude, you’re like a pocket assassin!” We both stopped laughing for a while before I wheezed, throwing my head back and falling backwards out onto Hayven’s open palm.
Our laughs died down after a while, earning a few distant stares from other people, but they didn’t notice me. I stood up, smirking with my arms crossed, “And I’d gladly do it again.”
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Chapter 12! Woo hoo! Penn ponders his existence in a pink bathtub. I don’t know… He’s hungover, give him a break! Also, the tiny vampire reference in this is an unashamed shout out to @entomolog-t and their OC Aedes! I love that little bloodsucker!
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Next: Chapter #13
CW: Adult language, dehumanization, references to abuse, mild non-sexual nudity
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NOBODY’S FOOL
Chapter #12: Just Under the Surface
[Penn’s POV]
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What. The. Fuck. Happened? I felt like I’d been hit by a train when I awoke. I’d been having the time of my life and now… I felt like complete and utter shit. I mean, I knew there’d be a price to pay for all that kicking, dancing and bouncing around given that I was still pretty beat up. But this felt different. This awful throbbing in my head, my gut felt rent to pieces… if I didn’t know better this felt like a massive hangover. Had I gotten that drunk?? I was buzzed throughout the night, sure… but I didn’t remember getting drunk. Shit. Did I black out? Oh no. Oh, god, how embarrassing!! I racked my brain trying to remember…. The last thing I recalled was taking that photo as a group, Jack and the band…. And then… nothing.
I didn’t remember how we got home. How I got into these pajamas, how I ended up wrapped in Eveline’s fingers. Her warm breath cascading down on me in slow rhythms. I realized, embarrassed, that she must’ve changed my clothes for me. My face flushed hot. What else had I said or done to make myself look like an idiot? What a shitty way to fuck up an amazing night! I rolled over, trying to get myself to go back to sleep, when I felt her murmur and shift, her grey green eyes opening, looking down at me. “Hey, little man…” she mumbled, half asleep. She rubbed my hair with her finger tip. “How ya feeling?” I moaned. “That bad huh?”
I nodded my head up and down, sticking out my lower lip. She couldn’t help laughing at my sorry state, “Awwww, poor little baby! You seem a lot more sober now, though, so that’s good!” Ugh! I smacked my face with my hands hiding my eyes. “Oh! Oh don’t be embarrassed! You were absolutely fucking adorable!!” I groaned. “You were! You kept stumbling all over yourself and telling everyone how much you liked them!” I groaned even louder. “Ha! You even told Riley, because you didn’t realize I was right behind you that you thought I had pretty eyes…” Oh god! That was actually bad. My face stung with red hot embarrassment. She didn’t need to know that I practically fell into the turbulent tidal waves that were her irises every time I looked at them. “Penn? You alright?”
I’d been quiet for too long. I pulled my hands away from my face, looking up at her. “I don’t remember any of that. I must’ve blacked out. How embarrassing!”
She chuckled at me as I rolled over, “Hey you’re just lucky Dani decided to be nice and not film the whole thing on her phone!” I groaned at top volume. “Whatever, sour puss, you didn’t do anything too egregious and you were fabulous the rest of the night. We were all so proud of you.”
I rolled back to face her, shoving at her fingers that encircled my body, “Nuh, uh! You’re just saying that so I’ll stop bitching about it!”
As I shoved at the flesh of her hand, unable to move it at all, she giggled, “Oh you lookin for a fight, little man? You wanna fight me this morning?” She tickled me up and down my rib cage making me burst into laughter, despite my sore body and pounding head. Then with the greatest of ease she pinned each of my flailing arms down above my head with just her fingertips, “Go ahead, fight me! What’re you just laying there for??” I squirmed and writhed.
“No fair! No fair! Time out, time out!” Damn, she was strong, even when she was just playing with me. She let go immediately, replacing the pressure of her fingers with her soft, warm lips on my head. Her touch, so soothing and enveloping helped ease my headache for just a fleeting moment. I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent that surrounded me as deeply as my little lungs would let me.
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I wasn’t as insane about it as Dani, but I loved giving him little kisses. It felt sweet and I hoped it did something to counteract all the abuse he’d experienced before. I wanted him to know some humans could be tender, sweet, gentle. Given his drunken confessions last night, I felt more confident than ever that the message was being delivered. When I pulled my lips away, his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath, a smile on his face. Cute boy.
“You wanna stay here and rest for a bit? I’ve got some illustrations I have to get working on, but I can do that in the living room.” Keeping his eyes closed he nodded his head. “Okay, little man, you sleep off all that alcohol poisoning and feel better, okay? Doctor’s orders!” He couldn’t help the smile playing on his lips. “Good boy. I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” He rolled over curling up as I placed the covers over him.
I padded off to the living room, leaving my door cracked open. After brewing some earl grey with honey for myself, I settled into my usual spot on the couch and grabbed my sketchbook. I had meant to flip straight to my drafts for my latest project, but accidentally flipped to the page where dozens of little Penns peered out at me in graphite lines. I traced my finger over these, some of them about true to life in size. He looked so little. So beside himself with fear. I just remembered how his whole body trembled at practically every new sound or movement. It was hard to imagine the man asleep in the next room was the same as the one shown here. My, how you’ve come into your own, with just a little love and encouragement!
I flipped back to my drafts, and kept working on character designs. As I sketched and re-sketched face shapes, eye placements, proportions, trying to get the right feel for this particular client’s children’s book, I found that every reworking of the little prince character turned more and more into looking like Penn. His mop of hair, his sweet brown eyes…. I couldn’t help smiling to myself. Maybe, with the client’s approval, this character could be a nod to the wonderful tiny man who’d come to shake up my life. I worked for the next few hours, transferring my initial paper sketches to my digital studio. At my desk with my full kit and wide state-of-the-art monitor, these cartoon-y drawings really started to come to life. I had a background in anatomical realism, and that was my preferred style, but that didn’t always pay the bills… illustrations for books, however…. After about three and a half hours had passed, I slipped quietly back into my darkened bedroom.
Peering over the bed, I found a sleeping pet, breath heavy, brow relaxed, lips slightly parted. I wished I’d brought my sketchbook in here now. I wanted to capture this sweet moment. I reached out to lightly stroke his head when he whipped around and growled. I jumped! “Ha ha! Gotcha!!! I heard you crack open the door…” he had a huge, satisfied grin on his face. For once, he’d managed to frighten a human! “Ooh, you totally got me! Just you wait, I’ll get you back for this! When you least expect it!” I winked, sliding on to the bed, propping myself up by my elbows. “How’s the headache treating you?” He had slid up to sitting now, his back resting against my pillow. As I asked, I started to massage his scalp with my fingers, rubbing his temples and across the crown of his head.
He shivered with pleasure. Groaning, “Mmmm, well it feels great right now… do me a favor and just do that forever, okay? Ooh!! That feels amazing!” I loved having my head rubbed like that. I’m glad he enjoyed it too. He kept leaning into the pressure I was applying like a cat, begging for more pets. “My head feels okay. Not 100% but much better.”
I was relieved, “Good. Glad we didn’t accidentally kill you after your first night on the town!” I winked and he chuckled.
“Who knows where I might’ve ended up right now if that girl and her mom had kidnapped me, instead, right?” Where indeed? Hopefully not crumpled up at the bottom of a trash can.
“You wanna come out into the light or stay in here like a good little vampire?” I rested a finger on his chest.
“Oh! Vampire you say? I’d be a very tiny vampire! That would actually make me pretty good at my job! I could sneak up on unsuspecting humans and…” he reeled back and then bit me! He sunk his little teeth into the pad of my finger. I yelped, pulling away.
He laughed hysterically. I was more surprised than in pain, as I looked at the tiny impression of his mouth on my skin, he hadn’t drawn blood or anything. “Look at that! Look how little your teeth are… awwww my teeny tiny vampire… so cute!!!” I pinched his cheeks between my fingers. He laughed right along with me. “C’mon, it’s time to rise and shine, little guy.” He nodded, agreeing, as I picked him up. Seeing his unkempt hangover hair, I remembered I needed to bathe him. “Hey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think this little pet needs a bath… like now…” I lifted him to my nose, wrinkling it, pretending he stunk.
“Woah, hey! It’s not my fault you thought it would be a good idea to bring me to a packed bar full of drunken, sweaty humans… their nasty stench probably rubbed off on me!” Rolling my eyes, I carried him in to the bathroom, running warm water for his bath.
As I leaned over the bowl of the sink, I had a thought. “You know… I guess you’re more than capable of bathing yourself…. I don’t know why I felt like I had to do it for you… I guess because you were still so cold and hurt that first time… but I don’t want you to feel like I’m treating you like a baby… you want me to give you some privacy?” He looked stunned. He’d probably never ever had the chance to clean himself. He’d probably accepted it as a fact that every time he needed to be cleaned up, he’d be robbed of all his dignity and poked and prodded by giant fingers. “Here….” I filled the bowl up enough to cover him, but where he could easily sit or lie down and not have to tread water. I made sure it had plenty of suds before placing some shampoo, conditioner and body wash in bottle caps, which floated in the water like bath toys for him to use. He’d have to strip and I’d have to pick him up and place him in the water, but that was it. He did so and I picked him up under his arms, lowering him gently into the soapy water, I cast my eyes away from his naked body, trying to give him some shred of dignity.
“All set?” He replied in the affirmative. “Okay, just shout when you’re done and I’ll come help you out of there…. Enjoy your bath!”
As I crossed to the door, his voice sounded again, “Eveline?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for working so hard to treat me with respect and decency. You have no idea what it means to me…”
I bit my lip, “You’re welcome, sweet boy. I know you’d do the same for me…” with that, I stepped away from the bathroom.
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I laid back in the water, the heat an absolute gift to my aching body. It was so quiet. The only sounds were the lapping of the water against the frosted pink sides of the bowl, as well as the distant hum of the air conditioner as it kicked on. Other than that it was just me and my thoughts. Alone. Private. Space to breathe. Space to look at myself. She’d been trying not to stare at me naked, which was very generous of her, but she and I had both forgotten about the bandaids I had on. Now soaking in the water, they felt like strange scratchy patches of skin that had been grafted on to my body. I didn’t really get much of a chance to look at myself, or think about myself as a thing that took up space, however small. Everyone else practically made it their job to comment on and observe my body, my movements, my size. But sitting here comfortably, all to myself, I lifted my arms, wiggling my fingers, watching the muscles of my abdomen bulge as I sat up, rolling my ankles and watching my thighs and calves flex and relax. I pushed my wet hair from my eyes. All in all, I had a nice body. When not compared to a human’s gigantic features, I looked proportional, well built, an attractive specimen. My hands, my feet, my face, didn’t seem so pathetically tiny to me, as I was so often told. It was just everyone else that was so freakishly big.
I leaned back into the warm water, lathering up my hair with shampoo. I chuckled that at a little over thirty years old, this was the first time, I, a fully grown adult, was washing my own hair. It felt strange to have fingers proportional to my skull digging into my scalp rather than one or two massive ones. Thank you, Eveline, for giving me the gift of privacy… it was so nice to do things for myself. I loved the way the shampoo smelled, strong and floral, as I rubbed it in.
I remembered back to that first night, I was wracked with fear, caked in dirt, ice and my own blood, when she had been cleaning me with her fingers and pouring water over my head. Each time she did so, I kept waiting to be cruelly dunked under the water and drowned. I was such a skittish little thing back then, having been so used to alertness and an over-abundance of caution being my only tools to survival in a world that could kill me as easily as swatting a fly.
Things were so much better now than then. Images flashed through my mind of last night’s euphoric magic. Humans. Cheering. Sweat. My aching hands as I played as fast and hard as I could. Heart pounding. Voice soaring. Being a part of something. Wowing them all with that one classic rock riff. Pictures, so many pictures. Drinks. Rowdy crowd. Picked up. Put down. My soul leaving my body to relish in the happiest night of my whole existence. I started to whistle to myself as I washed my body and rinsed my hair. What a lucky pet I was…
I soaked in the water for a bit longer when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey… how we doing in here?”
I sat up, ringing out my hair, “Good. This felt amazing, thank you. I’m ready to get out, now.” A hand appeared over the lip of the bowl, descending down. I climbed on, soaking wet, and now a little cold. Still looking away, she handed me a towel to wrap myself in. I snuggled up in it until only my head was showing.
“You can look now… I’m all decent…” I chuckled. How weird. No one had ever respected my privacy when it came to my naked body before. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Eveline was the best owner a pet could ever dare to dream of.
Those eyes, green like the sea after a storm, greeted me with a sparkle in them. “Hi, snuggle bug…” she beamed. I must’ve looked rather cute all bundled up like that, with just my head popping out.
“I’m a snuggle bug now? You’ve got no end to these nicknames do you?”
She leaned forward and kissed my soaking hair, before whispering in my ear, “Nope, tough shit! You’d better just get used to it!” I groaned dramatically, as if that were just the worst news in the world. “Oh quit your crying!” She played along, finger extended like some hard-lined disciplinarian. I stuck my tongue out in defiance. These games we played, while totally stupid, were one of the things I most looked forward to in this new life I found myself in. There was something about playing with her, consensually, as an equal, safely, that made me feel so much closer to her, empowered, accepted. You couldn’t banter with someone who wasn’t worth your time, after all.
She placed me in my drawer to pick my outfit for the day. I went with something super casual, grey sweat pants and a long sleeve electric blue shirt. Comfy and simple. I clamored up the wall of the drawer, leaning over with the edge digging in under my arm pits, my toes curling as I held myself in place. I waved dramatically, gripping for dear life with one arm, like I was signaling an airplane on where to land. “Hey! All done over here!”
She stopped tidying her bed as she heard me call. “Look at you, Spider-Man! How’d you crawl up there?” She leaned down putting her hands on her knees as she dropped to look into my eyes. “Let’s see the fashion choices for today!” She gripped the back of my shirt with her fingers and lifted me up, my bare feet kicking at the air between us in a half-assed protest. “Ahh, very chic, comfy casual today, I see! Very nice!” With a easy flick of her wrist, she swung my body over onto her palm, before leaning in, and planting a kiss right on my stomach. My heart stopped as the heat from her soft lips pressed down on my abs, her sweet, hot breath surrounding my whole body. She was so close to me, practically melting into me. My heart thundered in my chest.
This was like the previous morning when she’d bitten into the edge of my shirt, pulling in as close as she could to me. Now, just like then, my face flushed red as I tried desperately to deny what I could feel was happening to me. Arousal. It was wrong. So so wrong. I knew that. A pathetic little toy for humans to toss around until they broke, to be attracted to a human woman…. It was simply off limits. Sure it wasn’t completely unheard of, especially not in porn… but it was still wildly unacceptable. I knit my brow, wishing with every fiber of my being for this feeling to disappear. I wished she wouldn’t linger over my body. Just go away, please! She released me, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of agony.
“I’m sorry, I got too close again didn’t I?” She frowned, clearly disappointed. “You’ve made so much progress that I forget you can still be afraid of me at all. I’m sorry little guy, I didn’t mean to be a big scary monster…”
She thought she was frightening me… if only she knew the truth! I was frightening myself! I just shook my head, staring at the surface of her palm like my life depended on it. There was an uncomfortable silence. She finally broke it, “I… I made lunch? You want something to eat?”
