You can't help but feel a tiny bit disappointed when she says this. After all, you just admitted that part of you enjoyed being the "living-Lucario-butt-cushion." Hell, to simply have her consider being small for you someday was enough of a reply.
But to hear that your day of being flattened by the two most sexy round hills in the world was over....it was unbearable. But, despite that, you were very curious on what Lucy had in mind for you. If she could already do something to you that you couldn't protest, then by golly, you were itching to know what she was thinking now.
"Wh-what exactly do you have in mind?" You ask in the most curious manner.
Lucy suddenly starts to sit down. This sets off a chain reaction of panic, due to the fact you were standing on her hand earlier.
Her sudden change of direction causes you to wobble, and you plop onto your bottom as she sits down herself. Noticing this, Lucy does her ultra-cute giggle.
.....Suddenly you realize that you HATE that giggle. Sure, it was freakishly cute, but it also meant she was either thinking of a plan, or just enjoyed watching you struggle against the size difference between you two.
"Oh, it's nothing..." She coos, which only adds more to your rising fear.
"The hell it isn't! Don't try to p-play games with me, Lucy. Tell me!"
Lucy looks a little surprised at your words, and to be honest, you are too. Never before have you used a tone as strict with her, and you wonder how she'd react...
To your relief, she only smiles. "Brave words for such a little scientist," she says. "You think you have the power to take me on, eh?"
"Er....maybe?" you say.
And suddenly, you wish you had kept your mouth shut....or at least have thought to consider your words carefully.
Lucy's paws clamp around you, and for once you truly believe you have angered her enough for her to harm you. For a while, nothing happens. Then, the pressure around you loosens, and you are freed from your dark prison.
......And Lucy sat there, already launched into a giggle-fit.
You mutter to yourself. She had tricked you into thinking she was going to actually harm you again. You remind yourself to seriously learn how to tell if somebody was serious.
"Ok, ok. You got me. Don't rub it in..." You mutter reluctantly, feeling the vibrations of her giggles throughout your body.
"Hee hee..... I love it when you freak out like that," she says with a sigh.
"I hardly find it amusing!"
"Oh, you have no idea..."
"Then maybe you should let ME be the one to decide that!"
"But that would spoil the fun!" she exclaims. "Besides, you'll like what I have in mind!"
You can barely muster the groan that crept into your throat. "....I am?"
Lucy brought you up to her muzzle, a smile broad enough to send shivers down your spine. "You better believe it!"
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