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A gigantic female anthro keeps you as a tiny pet!

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Chapter #6

Slumber Party

    by: mrsadsack Author IconMail Icon
You'd spent the past few hours Rita spent getting ready trying to escape your cage again, but this time without success. Rita had spotted your efforts and since she didn't have time to punish you, she just threw you in her purse and snapped it shut, leaving you with nothing but beauty products for company. Even if you couldn't see, Rita kept you up-to-date every step of the way, like some kind of cheerful doomsday clock.

"And now we're on our way! Isn't this fun, Squirt? You must be so excited! You'll get to see all your friends again!"

"The ones who've survived until now," you mumbled.

Rita shrugged and made a noncommittal noise, neither confirming nor denying anything. Somehow she was able to hear you despite your size and confinement. She may be a rhino but you swore she had the ears of a bat. It was just one of the many reasons you'd never been able to escape from her. You kept up your escape attempts in her purse, but Rita paid no attention, and you realized it was because escape from this purse was impossible.

"Keep struggling all you want, Squirt. That just makes me want to play more at the party!"

You gulped and stopped struggling. You knew you'd reached the point of no return when Rita stopped and you heard her knocking on a door. Immediately the door was thrown open and a booming voice yelled out, "PAAAAAAAR-TAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

You winced at the noise. You recognized that voice and shuddered.

"Hi Lisa!" Rita said cheerfully. "Great idea you had for tonight! We're going to have such fun!"

"Tell me about it," Lisa said. "I have so many ideas planned for our tiny toys, tonight!"

"Uh-huh... And how many of those ideas involve eating them?"

Lisa huffed in mock outrage. "I am shocked. Shocked and offended you would accuse me of inviting my best friends in the whole world over, just so I could use their tinies as free food... Speaking of mouthwatering morsels, did you bring our appetizing, little escape artist?"

"Yes, Lisa," Rita said patiently. "He's right here. But don't eat him. I'm not like you, I'm not made of money. I can't afford to buy humans in bulk."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lisa said impatiently. "Let's see him!"

Rita sighed and opened her purse. You cowered beneath your mistress's giant hand and tried to avoid her grasp. She plucked you up easily and displayed you in her palm. Rita looked gorgeous tonight--or at least as gorgeous as any non-human could be. She wore a pink tank-top and black yoga pants showing off her shapely assets.

However, it was the sight of the other anthro that had you quivering in her palm. Unlike Rita, who could be described as pleasantly plump but was still a bombshell, Lisa was obese. Her skin was bright green and she was dressed in a kind of goth, punk-rock style. Her black hair was short and messy with purple highlights. She wore heavy black eye shadow and painted black lips. When she saw you, she salivated, running her massive pink tongue over her lips.

The alligator held an opened beer can in her hand and was obviously already drunk. When she spoke the smell of alcohol wafted over you like a gale-force wind.

"Oh he looks positively scrumptious!" Lisa said, advancing. Rita recognized the hungry look in her eyes and pulled you away from her friend quickly.

"Lisa! What did I just say?"

"Sorry, sorry," Lisa said, blushing. "Something about his smell in particular... I don't know why, but it drives me crazy like no other!"

"Well keep it to yourself for now. I've grown attached to this one, and if you eat him, you'll pay for it out the nose."

"It'd be worth it," Lisa murmured, then saw the angry gleam in Rita's eyes and backed off. "Ok, ok, I'll do my best. Pinkie promise," she said, extending her purple-painted pinkie. Rita rolled her eyes but shook her friend's claw. "Come on," Lisa said, "the rest of the girls are already here."

Still shaking from your ordeal with Lisa, Rita carried you into her friend's apartment. Unlike Rita's home, Lisa's apartment was far bigger and more expensive. Sitting on the couch in the living room was Lisa's little sister, Kelly. Other than both being hundred foot tall alligators, the siblings were completely opposite. Where Lisa was fat, Kelly was tall and slender. Where Lisa was slovenly and dressed to party, Kelly was well-groomed and dressed like they were meeting for a book club, with a turtle-neck sweater and small glasses. Lisa was a boisterous party animal, while Kelly was a shy bookworm. She waved meekly at Rita as she entered.

You'd heard from Rita that the alligator sisters came from money. It was why they could afford such a nice apartment, and why Lisa could go threw humans like bags of potato chips and still have money to spare.

There were two other anthros you recognized reclining in the room. One was a cow with red spots almost as fat as Lisa. She had long, pink hair in bright curls and a dress so bright it was almost blinding. Her name was Sue. She was probably the sweetest and kindest anthro you ever met. She was also one of the deadliest. Sue was a total ditz and a complete klutz who didn't know her own strength. While she babied the humans she kept as pets, her carelessness had caused more than a few... accidents. She almost went through humans as fast as Lisa.

You recognized the tiny she held in her hand and was cooing baby-talk to. His name was Pickles. It wasn't his real name, no more than your name was Squirt, but it was the only thing Sue let him be called. Somehow he'd survived longer than all her other pets combined. You weren't sure if that was better or worse for him. Right now Sue was using brushing his long hair which she'd grown out and painted pink like a doll's. He looked ready to die of embarrassment.

The other anthro you saw was seated back on a recliner, with her paws propped in the air. She was a golden-furred lioness with white hair in a long braid. She was dressed in red-silk pajamas. She had even more of a bombshell figure than Rita, but while you could tell Rita was playful just by looking at her, the lioness's demeanor was haughty and proud.

Her name was Clarice. Like the alligator sisters she came from money. Unlike the sisters, she made you know just how superior said money made her. As she reclined in her seat, several tiny humans catered to her every whim. Two massage the paws of her feet, one was painting her fingernails pink, and another was balanced precariously on the edge of her drink, stirring it with a straw and trying his best not to plummet into the drink below. You knew from experience that if he fell, she wouldn't fish him out before her next sip. Humans were expendable to her. In fact, you didn't recognize a single human worshipping her right now. That didn't bode well for them.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Clarice said coolly, even though Rita wasn't even a minute late.

Your mistress scowled. She and the lioness were only "friends" by association. Any night they could go without tearing into each other was considered a win in your book, especially since Clarice made it no secret that if she didn't care about Rita's feelings, she certainly didn't give a crap about your welfare. Sometimes you were positive she'd get rid of you just to spite your owner.

So the guests consisted of an anthro who'd made it clear she'd gobble you up in a heartbeat, one who was likely to "play" with you to death, and one who viewed you as an insect to be crushed. Kelly seemed alright, but you didn't know her well enough to trust her, especially since she always came across as more of a doormat to her gluttonous sister. Right now, Rita--the one who made a game of smooshing you beneath her massive behind--was the lesser evil you had to concern yourself with.

Tonight was not looking good.

"Alright ladies!" Lisa slurred. "Now that everyone's here, the festivities can BEGIN! We got a long night ahead of us and we're not gonna spend a second of it sleeping! Let's start this party off with a bang! How about we play a game of..."

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