Chapter #7The boys take you home. by: sneakyk   (young male macros. Somewhat intimate interactions. )
Your body rattles about the interior of the bottle, shaken without warning, as if you were a fly caught in the waters of a flushing toilet. You bounce off of the walls of the bottle, a series of ricochets firm enough to wind you, albeit not so forceful as to injure you. The source of your woes? The Alolan boy gently swirling the bottle around, his toothy grin visible through the near-transparent walls of the bottle. Eventually, the bottle's motions slow to a halt, giving you a chance to glimpse his near-pearly-whites... and a small scrap of what appears to be bacon lodged perniciously between two of his teeth.
The boy rattles the bottle about again, his friends giggling at the sight of you tumbling about. The relentless bouncing soon gives way to a sudden freefall, as the boy plunges the bottle downwards and thrusts it into the sand. You land with a thump against the bottom of the battle, and sit up. Looking around, you are amazed to find yourself surrounded by an entire strata of sand, one about one and a half times your height. A sight achieved thanks to the simple act of the boy planting the bottle into the ground.
"C'mon. Let's sit down first." The Alolan youngster proclaims.
As you sit inside of the bottle, your view of the world limited by the sand around it, you hear the sounds of thunderous booming footfalls as the boys move about the bottle, likely spacing themselves out to sit. Soon enough, the boys do indeed sit down, assembled in a triangle around the bottle. Suddenly things grow dark, as one of the sandaled feet of the Galarian blond rushes into view, the tip of his footwear nudging against the bottle. The boy stretches a bit more before resting his foot on its side, the cartoon face of a scorbunny visible to you from the front of his sandal. The tanned youngster's bare foot soon thrusts its way into view, as does the paler sole of the rising star. There's something awfully humbling about being around so many feet, when said feet are big enough to flatten you like a raisin.
"Hmm..." As the boys begin to speak, you hop up and down inside of the bottle, just barely able to get your head above the sand level, or close enough to it to give you a reasonable field of vision. The first ting you see is the interior of the Alolan youngster's loose fitting swim trunks, though you avert your gaze before you can see anything beyond his thighs. Turning and jumping , you make out the legs of the Galarian boy, leading over to his bright red swim briefs. Another jump allows you to see the form fitting trunks of the rising star. It an awkward, uncomfortable, and largely degrading sight for you.
"I wanna see if I can kill it with a fart." The Alolan youngster proclaims, earning a naughty giggle from the blond, and a moment of silence followed by a gentle "Hm" from the rising star. The first proposal is mortifying, but not entirely surprising. These are boys after all. And boys can be gross. Your mind flashes back to your view of the interior of the Alolan youngster's swim trunks. The memory develops a new meaning now that the boys are considering trying to fart you to death.
"You know. I kinda doubt it. Inchlings are weak but they aren't THAT weak. Maybe if you tied one to a stick and held it in place?" "Heh heh. How about we find out?" "Ehhh... not gonna lie, gassing the guy'd be fun, but I got better things in mind. We ought to give it a real test. ANd we're at the beach. How about we bury it in a sand castle and see if it can dig its way out." "OOH! that's a good one. And we could make bigger and bigger castles until it doesn't make it out." "B...but what if it escapes?" "Good point..." Another game designed to end when you die. You hop up and down and scream, trying to show the boys that you are not fond of their ideas. They don't even notice you
"Maybe we coudl toss it in the ocean and try to catch it again." "hmm... not a bad idea... but he might get away. Or a wild pokemon might eat him..." "hmm... hey wait. I got an idea. My home's super close and we got a pond in the back yard." "A pond in your yard? wohhh." "Yep. He could swim around there." "and we could try to fish him out or something?" "Heh heh.. you'll see..." "oooh! A surprise!"
You breathe a sigh of relief as the boys settle on a game that doesn't necessitate your death. Yet, somehow, you aren't exactly reassured. Before you can get comfy with your situation, the blond haired boy lifts the bottle up and brings it before his face. He grabs the back of the rising star's vest without bothering to ask and proceeds to wipe the sand off of the bottle, earning a gasp and a head-turn from his companion. "H..hey. Watch it.." "Sorry! Just cleaning the bottle. I don't want sand on me...
The blond then proceeds to lower the bottle down to his hip , slip his finger into the waistband of his swim briefs, and tuck the bottle against his side. You're left to simmer in outright humiliation at his chosen means of transport for you as the boy stomps onward, your body trapped against the hip of his red swimsuit. At least the waistband affords you some additional shade. On the other hand, the air pouring in through the airhole smells of sweat and sunscreen, and the boy's body heat more or less cancels out the advantage of the shade. You sigh and lie down in the bottle, a completely powerless prisoner at the mercy of a trio of giant gradeschoolers, none of them having any objects to your current predicament.
The other boys make sure to get their footwear back on before heading across the heated asphalt. But that is the only change of attire they undergo. The Galarian blond doesn't even bother to change into anything beyond his minimal attire as the three head home, though he does remember to bring his swim bag. No one seems to pay the trio any heed. They stomp down the asphalt. You realize that their journey home is likely not one you could make on your own. At your size, wandering the scorching hot asphalt 'fields' would be a lot like walking on heated coals. Perhaps you should be thankful to the boys. As the three giants march with thunderous footfalls, your body is shaken about as if it were on a galleon... or, rather, a demented amusement park version of one. This swinging ship ride is certainly too intense for you.
Eventually, the trio make their way into a house, arriving at a kitchen, where a tan skinned woman in her forties is busy feeding a smaller child on a high chair. An adult! An actual grown up! A chance to be saved!"You're back awfully early..." She says, her voice a blend of mild disappointment and surprise. You hop around and bang your fists against the bottle, screaming to the top of your lungs for her to hear you. If she realizes you're here, surely she'll save you, right?
"We found an inchling." The Alolan youngster proclaims. The Rising star quickly corrects him. "An ALOLAN inchling." He remarks, insisting that his classification is correct in spite of the fact that you aren't even from Alola. . For a moment a wave of relief washes over you... but it is only a brief moment. That relief soon gives way to apprehension. Why would the boys be so open about their discovery unless...
"You did? Huh. Couldn't you play with it later, though?" You go dizzy as you hear the mother's nonchalant response. It doesn't take long for the full weight of her words to sink in. She doesn't care.. "Jake's never played with one before." "oh...well. You boys ought to go back to the beach once you're done with it. It's a beautiful day. Oh... and if it's still in one piece when you're done with it, would you be willing to let your brother have it It's been months since he had one. " "another one for the fridge? Heh. Well if he wants to see it.... he better get a glimpse while supplies last!" "Oh... would you mind if he sees? " "OK Jake, hand over the bottle." "sure thing. Here you go, ma'am."
The blond boy plucks the bottle out of his swim briefs and presents it to the mother, who glances at you for a fraction of a second before brandishing the bottle before the eyes of her youngest child. The child's rounded eyes gaze upon you. "Buh..buh...bug!" He booms, looking at you with longing. "Now now. The little fella belongs to your brother and his friends... but mommy can buy you one if you are a good boy and eat all your veggies." "veggie..." The woman then hands you back to the blond, who situates the bottle back into the side of his swim briefs.
You're left trembling in absolute terror at the bottom of the bottle. The giant youngster's words haunt you to the core. "Get a glimpse while supplies last?" That can only mean that whatever game he plans on playing will very likely be the end of your existence. And his mother... showing you not a shred of compassion.. inf act, barely even acknowledging your existence, and even then only doing so only to use you as a tool to amuse her baby.
You begin calling out to the mother once more... now trying to articulate an argument for your continued existence. If your words reach her ears, they elicit no response. Her attention has already returned to her youngest child. And soon, the boys come to a determination.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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