((young male giants. Farts. piss. significant awkwardness awaits. you have been warned)
The boys at last settle down, congratulating one another on the amazing game they fashioned, your tiny form still wiggling in Ian's clutches. "whew. That sure was fun." "yeah...gosh. Drawing out lines for him so quickly was kinda hard!" "nah man you looked like a pro Philip! Hey..bet he was surprised when you trapped him~" "yeah...honestly um...that's kinda because...I think maybe we should head back home soon? I kinda uh..need to pee." "can't you just pee in the ocean like you usually do?" "H..hey! I do not! I mean, I haven't in a while." "Come on...let's stay just a bit longer... You shiver at just how casual they are about all of this.
The boys idly pass you back and forth between them as they relax, pressing you against the rears of their swimsuits and letting you have it with brief, punctuated POPing farts ,your tiny form mashed against the fabric of their trunks and swim briefs every time they have an opportunity. Fortunately the fabric does well to absorb much of the scents. It's more of a gross and humiliating indignity than anything else. After a few more farts you are finally set down, left to lie down atop the front of Phillip's swim briefs, an incredibly awkward position to be in, for sure.
As you rest atop the enormous bathing suit, you hear a gasp from Ian. The mischievous boy lean forward and whispers something into Phillip's ear, earning a curious expression from the boy's face that quickly shifts into a giggle. "ah...hey...that's pretty smart. I'll be able to." "SHHH~" This can't be good. Phillip orders the Mudkip to return your ship, and Ian quickly gets up and snags it from the Mudkip's maw. Before you know it, the boys have you back inside your ship, which surprisingly only has a bit of spittle accumulated on the inside.
"Thanks for being a good sport, little guy. " Ian says,snickering. "Now we're going to let you go...but you're gonna get a special treasure! A whole load full of gold!" Phillip chimes in. What could they be talking about? As you sit upon the tiny captain's seat, you feel your tiny heart pounding in fear. The boys are up to something. They wouldn't be holding your ship at in their clutches and making no effort to head for the shore. No. All they're doing is casually holding it right between their waists, their briefs and trunks once more dominating your field of view.
"Ahaha~ Just kidding. Guess what little guy...a pair of Gyarados are attacking!" Ian booms. You begin to wonder what he's talking about...do these kids have Gyarados? What are they talking about? You rush back towards the opening door and stagger back at the sight you're met with. You dare not describe it.
Ian grins as he holds the ship right in front of his waist. After a brief moment he tugs his swim trunks down and looks at the sight before him. He carefully aims his tool towards the open door and winces. This was the plan all along, ever since his friend let him know he needed to pee. "HAHA! GYARADOS, HYDRO PUMP! DRINK PEE LITTLE DOOFUS" And with that, Ian lets loose a torrent of piss into the ship,the blast striking you square in the chest and sending you tumbling back. You quickly retreat back to the captain's seat and watch in terror as the firehose blast of piss pounds into the ship's interior You desperately want to flee, but the only way out would put you square in the torrent's path . Instead you hastily search the control panel for any sort of button that might free you...
As the piss begins to flood up to your knees, you redouble your efforts. Alas, no such tool can be found. The only hope you have is when the pee blast finally stops. You rush for the door, only to get knocked back by a lingering trickle from Ian. Before you can get up to your feet, the ship is jostled about and soon passed over to Phillip, who carefully angles the ship so that the opening is facing upward enough to keep the nasty liquid from spilling. "Sorry little guy...but I gotta pee and ...I mean...another Gyarados attacks. Hydro pump!"
and with that, Ian subjects you to the exact same torment his friend did....only this one is backed by a legitimate need to pee. By now the ship is half flooded with piss. You desperately get to the controls, but find yourself immersed before you can do anything. Phillip fills the ship to overflowiing , your body getting pushed about by the current, before finally his trickle dies down, giving you a chance to thrash towards the opening. But where would you even go? You open your eyes, exposing them to the painful stinging sea of piss. Amid the agony, you see a light! You quickly close your eyes, doing your best to shake off the pain and rush for it.
Right as you're about to make your way to freedom, the door clamps shut , your head banging against it just as it closes"Whew!
Looks like we got him Ian. Um..aha~ I can feel him trying to force the door open..." The younger of the two boys grins. Your helpless pounding against the door couldn't hope to overpower the unstoppable force that is his fingertip. Phillip quickly calls his pet over, deciding to seal the deal. He gets on his knees and lays the ship down , still holding his finger over the door. "OK mudkip! Use a mud attack to seal it shut!" And with that, his pet quickly obeys. Phillip quickly pulls his finger back and allows the Mudkip spits out a dense mucky past of mud over the ship. It quickly clumps over the door and jams it shut, a few paw-pats from the mudkip sealing the deal.
And with that, you are left to die an agonizing death in the 'belly' of the very ship you commandeered. You swim about in a futile hope to find some corner of the ship that isn't covered in pee. Wait...there is a part that isn't covered in pee. The food compartment. You swim over towards it, your body on the verge of drowning, a growing agony filling your chest. The boys laugh and giggle in their innocent cruelty, both of them sure that they've got you beat. But against all odds you manage to open the container. The delicious nectar you call food spill out into the pee. There goes your food supplies! But opening the compartment must have freed out a bit of space.
You swim around until you find a small pocket of air and begin frantically breathing, every breath you take smelling heavily of piss. Unfortunately, what you have found is only a small pocket of air. Your ship may be equipped to supply itself with air while underwater, but it was certainly never made to sustain life with only a sliver of space left to breathe. All you've managed to do is drag out the process of your death.
The boys leave the magikarp ship to lie on the sands, getting back into their innertubes and returning to the water to play again, Phillip no longer having to worry about taking a bathroom break. While they're playing, the Mudkip sniffs at the ship. Smelling the scent of pee emanating from it, he hikes his leg up and sends a torrent of his own against the defeated vessel, adding insult to injury. he treats off and rejoins the boys.
By the time the boys are done playing, their tiny victim has finally passed on. the kids vow to take it home and empty its contents out into a toilet so they can use it again, both of them showing not a shred of guilt over their 'victory ' against the tiny ship captain......
YOU DIED
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