This choice: It's Byleth and Manuela, and they've brought a deck of cards. • Go Back...Chapter #7In Which Byleth Sucks at Poker by: Frost   Shamir was just as awestruck to see the Catherine's guests enter the Knight's Hall. Even in the distance, she knew they were titans compared to her. They only commanded more of her vision as they stepped up to the table, each carrying something that wouldn't lead to anything good.
Professor Manuela, seemed to be fanning herself with a spread out deck of cards as she made a remark about how stuffy the Knight's Hall always was. To her left, Professor Byleth carried a cask of what Shamir presumed to be ale. The barrel had to have a small sea's worth of alcohol that would almost certainly be greedily imbibed by the three.
She couldn't help but wonder just what would the professor's reaction be once the Catherine inevitably let the reason why she shrunk slip. Even as stoic as the professor was, she had to at least raise an eyebrow or something. Maybe her new size could make perception subtle changes in Byleth's expression easier.
"Right on time," Catherine said, leaning back in her own seat as the others joined her. She kicked her feet up on the table, making sure to drop her boots dangerously close to Shamir.
Noticing the dropping shadow, Shamir jumped out of the way from her giant partner's incoming boot that nearly crushed her into a paste. The crash shook her to the inside of her bones, almost rattling her had she not seen it coming. She stared up at the wall of leather, eying pebbles trapped in the treads far larger than she was. Once again, the experience of feeling as small as the dirt beneath Catherine's feet was breathtaking.
It wasn't until the screeching of chairs sliding that Shamir turned her attention away from her giant partner. She was in the presence of two more giants, both of which unaware of her current size.
Manuela dropped the cards on the table and proceeded to shuffle them. The simple act of the cards flipping and interlocking was enough to send gale force winds racing towards the near minuscule Shamir. However, the tiny knight planted her feet and held her ground as the man made storm nearly swept her off her feet in both a literal and figurative sense.
Even Manuela's not looking too bad down here...
Byleth dropped the cask onto the table and began to pour drinks out. The impact was more than enough to startle Shamir, who felt the quakes tenfold. She fell to her knees and planted a palm on stable ground, keeping her steady.
"Careful there," Catherine hummed, her concern insincere. "You almost crushed my plus one."
"What do you mean?" Manuela asked.
Catherine pulled her hand out from resting behind her head and pointed to the speck by her boot. Manuela leaned forward to get a better look, her half-exposed chest resting on the table and giving the tiny knight an enticing view of a valley she wouldn't mind traversing.
"Sh-Shamir!?" Manuela asked, her eyes wide. "What happened?"
"Lost a bet," Shamir answered flatly, raising her voice to be heard.
Byleth glanced at Catherine as she slid over a filled glass of ale. "Did this have anything to do with the whetstone?"
"Yep!" Catherine answered, another grin forming. "Why did you choose to give it to me?"
Byleth shrugged. "Petra needed a new sword."
Catherine let out a laugh at the answer before taking a swig from her mug. "Hear that, Shamir?"
"As if I couldn't," Shamir said flatly. While she was certainly annoyed at the answer combined with her partner's gloating, a part of her was a bit glad she discovered whatever this was about herself. Depending on how the rest of this month went, she wouldn't mind losing more bets like this.
"Enough smalltalk," Catherine cut off, emphasizing the word 'small.' "You gals ready?"
The two nodded as Manuela began dealing the hand. Shamir merely watched, quickly picking up that they were playing poker. A few rounds went by with either Catherine and Manuela taking the win with early folds from the others. Nothing notable really happened until Byleth took up and contested Catherine's bluff.
"For someone with the best poker face in the world," the blonde knight said while wiping her lips with her sleeve. "You're pretty terrible at it."
Byleth didn't protest or even look upset when she began to shed off her coat.
So they're playing that kind of poker... Shamir thought, her face heating up. Explains why they're not throwing gold around.
As the rounds went on, Byleth continued to shed clothes, unconcerned that she was without a top only two hands later. All the while, the three got looser with more glasses of alcohol draining from the cask. Eventually, through a drawing of unfortunate cards, Catherine had lost the next round.
The blonde knight smirked as she looked at the others, who were expectantly waiting for her to shed some clothes. "Well, Shamir? They're waiting."
The blush returned to the knight's face. "Wait. What?"
"You heard me," she said. "You have to do whatever I want, remember."
"Fine..." Shamir rolled her eyes as she slid off her jacket.
"Gotta give 'em more skin than that," Catherine commanded, the faintest hint of a slur in her voice. "Take your top off."
Shamir bit her lip but did as she was told, removing the tight shirt and standing there with only her bra covering her upper body.
Catherine whistled, causing Shamir's blush to deepen.
As the rounds went on, Shamir began to suspect that her parter was intentionally throwing rounds. She forced off her boots and socks with each losing hand. The only thing keeping her from going completely in the nude was Byleth's terrible play. All this combined, left Manuela (who had only taken off her white fur shawl) feeling a bit frustrated at her lack of action in general.
Manuela groaned as she slammed down her glass against the table, startling Shamir. "It'sh not fair!" she cried to no one in particular. "Why do I have to be attracted to men? At times it seems like not a single member of the opposite sex is interested in me whatsho-ever."
Catherine chuckled. "If it's any consolation, I think you're hot. Me and Shamir would be happy to show you that you don't need a man in your bed to leave you satisfied."
Shamir stared up at the two women, who were both clearly loosened up by their drinks, and shuddered at the thought of taking part in a drunken, sloppy threesome with them at her size. Even then, she wasn't entirely sure if the chill came from fear or excitement. Or perhaps the cold, considering she was now down to her smallclothes.
"As lovely as that propo-zishun sounds," Manuela began, her voice still a drunken purr. She leaned over to Byleth and cupped one of her massive, half-exposed breasts before jiggling it. "This does absolutely nothing for me."
Byleth didn't protest. In fact, she didn't even say anything at all. Her eyes were still focused on her own cards. The new Professor's absolute indifference to Shamir's new size drove the tiny knight just as wild as seeing Catherine lord over her. She definitely wouldn't mind spending the night with her and exploring the mountains that Manuela was taking for granted.
Steel yourself, Shamir scolded, standing there awkwardly.
Catherine yawned. "Gettin' kinda tired here." She thumbed through her hand, seeing potential in her cards. "Let's make things interesting."
Oh no... Shamir thought, noticing the glint in Catherine's eye. It was the same one she saw when the blonde brought up the bet where the loser took a shrinking potion.
"One last hand," she said. "Whoever wins gets to take Shamir home for the night."
Shamir turned to her current owner. "Catherine, you can't—"
"Yes I can," she snapped back. "It was in the bet. Besides, I've seen you staring. You wouldn't mind this at all, wouldn't you?"
Shamir stared down at her feet, hating that Catherine was right.
"I'm down," Byleth said, an equally competitive look in her eyes. Shamir could only imagine the kinds of things Byleth would do to her if she were at her mercy.
Manuela took in the last drops of her drink. "I dunno..."
Catherine grinned. "Think of all the places you can put her to let out your frustrations."
At this point, Shamir's bottom lip was bitten raw.
"What do you get from this?"
"Simple," Catherine said. "I get the satisfaction of taking a prize I've won twice over home. And when I do..." She leaned closer and loomed over Shamir, getting right in the tiny knight's personal space. The alcohol in her breath was absolutely overwhelming. "I'm gonna stick her where the sun don't shine."
"C-Catherine!" Shamir protested, the teasing becoming a little too excruciating as her voice came close to a squeal.
Catherine only grinned, leaning back in her seat. "So?"
"I suppose, I could try experimenting," Manuela hummed, her own ideas coming to mind spurred by Catherine's thoughts.
"Great," she hummed. "Show your cards, everyone."
Shamir's heart was racing as she watched everyone reveal their hands. At this point, she didn't care who it was, she just wanted to go with someone to end the merciless teasing. She studied the table, quickly realizing with excitement that the winner was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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