Misty frowned as she thought hard about Casey’s words. After all the time with Ash, it seemed even laughable to even think that she would ever consume the cute boy that had won her heart with his strong attitude and brilliant smile. However, she had never considered how different she would treat Ash if she hadn’t had a relationship with him before shrinking. She loathed to admit it, but if she’d met Ash after he shrunk, he’d probably have him resting inside her stomach or suffocating in one of her orifices.

“Okay, I might, just maybe, could, if the world was turned topsy turvy, eat Ash if we didn’t have a friendship before he shrunk. But that’s beside the point, I met Ash, I fell in love with him and now I’d never hurt him in a million years.”

Misty looked down at Ash, whom didn’t look at all concerned about the conversation about him being eaten. He knew they were just talking theoretically, it didn’t matter what Misty answered because it’s not reality. Casey might as well be asking if Ash were a girl and Misty a male shrinkee, would she eat him? It didn’t matter what the answer was because it wasn’t reality.

Misty looked at Casey, who looked very smug at Misty confession. Narrowing her eyes, Misty though out her own speculative question. “How about you Casey, if Brad wasn’t a former member of the Electabuzzs and a friend, would you have eaten him at the restaurant?”

“Please, of coarse I would of. If I didn’t know Brad he’d of been shit out of me yesterday for sure,” Casey said with a smile. “But like you, I know him so it ain’t happening. Only difference between you and me, is that I admit freely that if I didn’t have deep seeded roots with Brad, he’d be on my menu in a second.”

In Casey’s hand, Brad was beginning to regain consciousness. The last thing he remembered was that redheaded yeti grabbing him off the ground and putting him in her panties. He sputtered and blushed as he remembered being ground into her soft labia, surrounded by her smell and taste. He hated to admit it to himself, but it had been kind of erotic and he would probably have gotten an erection if not for the terror he’d experienced as he was suffocating. If he’d been allowed to willingly go into her panties, he would of handed a lot more fun. That had been his first shrinkee sexual experience with someone other then Casey. He had never even seen a naked crotch since shrinking and had found it to be a completely different experience then when he was normal size. Every detail was more noticeable and every sense became super charged. Brad reminded himself to look into finding himself him own woman like Ash. If that rough experience with that tomboy had been exciting, doing it with a gentler, prettier partner would be a hell of a lot better.

“What the fuck just happened?” Brad screamed, directing everyone attention to him.

“So, ‘it’ didn’t suffocate,” Misty dryly commented, feeling a bit disappointed that her punishment hadn’t at least put the little bug into a coma. Brad crawled to his feet and focused on Misty, glaring daggers at her and wishing that he was normal size so he could put her on his knee and give her a spanking. Misty glared back at him, thinking the same thing, only the thing stopping her from administering the punishment was Casey. Maybe when Casey wasn’t looking, Misty could grab that belligerent bug and give him a few whaps on the bottom. Of coarse, a few whaps would probably most likely send most of his internal organs spilling out of his mouth and leave him hollow.

Casey saw the animosity still between Misty and Brad and she let out a tired sigh. She’d known that the deep seeded mistrust and extreme dislike between those two was strong, but she had hoped that they could at least not provoke each other and make things worse. It also appeared that Ash was starting to show hostility with Brad as well, judging by the glare he was also sending Brad. Casey rubbed her temples, was she the only one at this campsite not putting out major negative vibes?

“Okay everyone, lets all calm down,” Casey said,, trying to end the bad blood forming between Brad and everyone. They were traveling with Ash and Misty and if they didn’t learn to get along, this was going to be a very, very long trip.

“Not before the rapist bitch apologizes.” Brad growled as he pointed strait at Misty.

“Me apologize to you? You should be kissing my feet and thanking me for not scramming you up my backside. A piece of shit like you would feel at home in my colon,” Misty threw back.

“I’d rather choke on your shit then get within smelling distance of those sasquatch feet of yours. Do you rub them in rotten cheese or something because they sure smell like it.”

“Don’t say that about Misty!” Ash screamed out at Brad, whom looked down at him in distain. “She’s got beautiful feet and you should treat her with more respect. I don’t care if you were some big baseball star, if I’m correct, they don’t let shrinkees play sports, so your career is down the tubes. Not that it’s a very big loss, I hear you sucked even when you were normal”

Brad screamed and tried to jump off Casey’s hand and attach Ash. No one insulted his playing, not a fan, not a shrinkee, no one. Before he could leap off Casey’s hand and most likely break every bone in his body on landing, Casey closed her fist around Brad and held him tight. She looked between ash and Misty, while holding Brad in her clenched fist and ignoring his screams.

“Listen, I don’t expect you both to be best friends with Brad, but could you at least give him a chance. He only acts like a jerk when he’s feels he’s being mistreated. He can really be a nice guy if you give him a chance and treat him with a little bit of courtesy.”

Misty opened her mouth to say that she would never be civil with a shrinkee, but Casey beat her to the punch.

“I know you think shrinkees should all be food or toys and should be treated as one, but try and see it my way. I love Brad like a brother, you love Ash like a boyfriend. I respect Ash as a person because I know him, you could respect Brad like a person if you got to know him. Just get to know Brad, forget for a moment that he’s a shrinkee and try and get to know him. Once you realize that like Ash, Brad’s different, you’ll be able to tolerate each other, okay?” Casey hoped she sounded convincing because she wasn’t a hundred percent sure herself if Misty and Brad could get along. Maybe if they had met for even an hour before he shrunk, there could be a chance, but Misty would for now and forever only know Brad as a shrinkee.

“I’ll try,” Misty muttered. Not sure if she could even look at Brad without sneering. She’d try at least, for Casey.

“Good,” Casey smiled. At least this would get some peace and quiet, even for a brief time. She opened her hand, figuring that Brad had enough time to cool off. I mean honestly, what was he thinking trying to jump off my hand. He is so impulsive, Casey thought with a smirk. However, it was that impulsive, never think things through attitude that she loved so much about him. She looked into her hand and frowned at Brad, she had forgotten his role in the argument.

She brought him up to her mouth and whispered, “I’ll talk with you later.” Right now, Casey just wanted to have shrinkee, she was starving and one of those little guys squirming down her throat would help her forget her problems.