Kendall begins playing the truth-or-dare game with Ray. “Take a drink” means two very different things to a giant and to a little who’s just been dropped into their cocktail glass, though…
• • •
After she stopped flailing, she realized she could stand in the drink with her head above—er—liquor, as long as she stood close to the stem. She stared up at Ray, already soaked. “What the hell! My clothes!” Also, her nipples, which now stood standing at shivering attention. Good thing her T-shirt wasn’t sopping and plastered to her form, ha ha.
“They’ll be fine. So I’ll ask you the first question, which is the question I already asked. Why’d you come out here tonight?”
Kendall stared, blinking up. That was such a complicated question. Was it? Well, there was why she was here at the party, or here in the field, or here on the bar, or here in Ray’s drink. She didn’t come here for Ray, since she didn’t know Ray existed before an hour or so ago, but did she come for giants? Maybe, but what did that mean? Maybe—
“That’s five seconds. Drink.”
Kendall blinked rapidly. “Drink what?”
Ray gave her a clear don’t be stupid look.
“I…” She swallowed, then dipped her muzzle in the cocktail, taking a drink. The rye was sweet and sharp, and the rest of the drink was…complex. Citrusy and herbal and a sort of almondy-cherry dryness under it all. “Oh. That’s really good.”
“Thanks. Now ask me a question.”
“Why do you run this event?”
“Because as great an example as Mensura College is in how giants and littles can get along well, there’s…” She waved a hand in a circular motion. “There wasn’t a place for giants and littles being naughty with one another in ways the college wouldn’t approve of.”
“Huh.” She nodded. Not a complete answer, but not a bad one, either.
“Next question. Why do you want to come check out giants?”
“That’s basically the same question you just asked. Isn’t that cheating?”
“Do you want to play rules lawyer with the giant coyote, or answer her question?”
“I…don’t know if I have a better answer than curiosity.”
Ray focused those dreamy copper eyes on her again. “Try.”
“It might not look like it to you, but I’m really tall for a woman and that’s been a problem for me. The other day, I was complaining about that to a friend, a guy that I’m taller than. He told me about your parties and we joked about me coming here to really feel short, and…” She looked around. “Well, I sure do.”
The coyote laughed. “All right.” She saw another customer approaching, and held out a finger. “Just a minute.”
The goth sheep girl coming up to the bar asked for an amaretto sour and “that flip trick.” As she asked for that, she held out her hand, which had a very tipsy-looking cougar in it. His wristband glowed prominently.
“Flip trick?” Kendall said aloud.
The sheep looked down at her and smirked. “Watch. You’ll either be terrified or be jealous.”
Ray took the cougar and set him down on her nose. The cougar wobbled a little, then held on more tightly, blinking. “Hey.” Suddenly he looked more sober. “Oh, no. Miss, you are not going to—”
Yes, she was. The coyote jerked her muzzle up to point at the sky, sending the cougar straight up in the air, head over heels. His arc slowed after a second; he spent the next second tumbling down into Ray’s now wide-open jaws. They snapped shut, and she swallowed audibly.
“Holy shit,” Kendall breathed.
The sheep clapped, then took her drink.
Ray grinned at the ringtail’s expression. “He’ll be fine. Next question.”
Kendall cleared her throat. “What’s ‘Ray’ short for?”
The coyote raised her brows, and remained silent.
“That’s five seconds,” the ringtail said after closer to ten had passed.
“So it is.” Ray wrapped a hand around the glass stem and lifted it into the air. Kendall immediately lost her balance, falling forward into the drink with a splash and a shriek.
The world become a dizzying, alcoholic blur. She broke surface again, paddling in the drink, to oh Three Lords the glass is against her lips she’s going to
Ray took a drink.
The world shifted again, now a rush of liquid over sofa-wide soft black lips, through fearsome, gleaming white teeth. Kendall braced her hands against Ray’s lower lip, which felt unacceptably intimate, but it was all she could to do to keep from following the “sip” right past those lips. She’d probably be stopped by the teeth.
Probably.
Another shift and slosh, and back under the drink’s surface. When she was able to stand again, breaking the surface and panting hard, the glass was back on the counter and Ray was licking her lips, seeming to pay close attention to the places Kendall had touched.
“Not fair,” the ringtail gasped.
“Hey, you can just not answer a question and take a drink yourself if you want to get tipsy faster. I bet I have a higher alcohol tolerance than you do, though.”
Kendall let out a soft whine.
“Okay, next question. Hmm.” The coyote drummed her fingers on the countertop. “Why did you get a wristband?”
“Because this place seems potentially dangerous without one.”
Ray shook her head. “Bullshit. It’s almost never dangerous to littles without one. Wearing one is literally asking for someone my size to be dangerous to you, which you know, don’t you?”
Ears splaying, the ringtail nodded self-consciously. “Yeah, but that was still mostly true. I got the wristband after seeing someone be accidentally stepped on, although they were almost literally asking for it.”
“Better, but you didn’t give me that answer first. Take a drink.”
She ducked her muzzle under the surface and took a sip. Woo. That was more than a sip. That was a gulp, and she felt it.
“All right.” Kendall focused on the giant coyote’s face. Cute nose. How wide was it compared to her body? Man, this drink was cold. “Tell me something about where you’re from, how you ended up in Mensura.”
“That’s not a question.”
“It implies a question. I just don’t want to let you wriggle away with some short unhelpful answer that technically answers a question like ‘how did you get from where you grew up to Mensura’ with ‘walking on my beautiful paws’.”
“Mmm. Well—hang on.” Another giant couple had walked up. Ray made the same drink for both of them—a daiquiri, Kendall guessed, with her incredibly limited knowledge of alcohol. Neither of them even looked over at her, which she somehow felt vaguely offended by. Come on, she knew she was at least kind of cute, and with her clothes molded to her fur like this she was almost nude. Were her nipples still standing up? Come on, cute tiny easily eroticizable girl standing in a drink glass, right here!
Shit, how much of this drink had she had? Was breathing it in getting her drunk? Was it soaking in through her skin?
“Okay,” Ray said when she returned. “That’s…a question I don’t think I’ve been asked since I applied to the college.” She fell silent a couple of seconds, then crouched to bring her eyes to Kendall’s level. “I’m from a very small town. That’s not a size joke; Mensura has a higher population than our biggest city. My hometown was barely a hundred people.
“We all knew about the chasm that separates giants from littles, and I knew there was supposed to be some kind of magic spell that makes littles forget about it. I didn’t know how effective it was until I used magic to cross over. Now, I think what you’re really asking is why I came over, aren’t you?”
“If…you consider that part of the same question.” Ray looked a few years older than traditional college age. Fabulous years, by all appearances, but mentioning the college—and saying applied rather than attended—just raised more questions.
“I needed to leave where I was. I don’t want to get into details, but things had gone from bad to worse for me after a move to a bigger town. So I looked for where to go next.” She grinned. “And I realized that, unlike you, I really liked the idea of being a tall woman.”
Kendall blinked slowly, then started giggling.
“Now.” Ray straightened up. “I took more than five seconds to answer, so…”
“Oh, crap, let me hold onto the back of the glass!” The ringtail frantically lurch-paddled to the glass’s rim on the opposite side of the coyote, managing to hook an arm around it just as the drink was lifted up to Ray’s lips.
Kendall turned around, watching gallons of liquid drain into the coyote’s muzzle with the next sip. Was that somehow erotic, or was she just drunk?
Ray set the glass down, this time carefully enough to keep Kendall from going under yet again. She put both hands on the bar, to either side of the glass, and leaned over so her head was directly over the glass. “What makes my paws beautiful?”
Kendall’s muzzle fell open and her ears colored. “B-because they’re pretty?”
“Try harder, or take a big drink, little ringtail. My paws are big and they crush people your size. I’m about to step on someone right now.”
“You are not—”
Ray rolled her hips, quickly, and Kendall heard the start of a scream followed by a firm thump from below. She put her hand to her mouth.
“He’ll be fine. You were saying?”
“Fucking hell. They’re…you’re…well…” Easier and less embarrassing to just dive under right now. “Okay, first, I wouldn’t have said that out loud if I wasn’t already kind of drunk. But here’s…here’s the thing.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t think I have a paw fetish. I never thought about anything like that until tonight. Seriously. I saw you from the waist up and I admit I was like, wow, she’s gorgeous. But I was also seriously…serious when I said I came up here to learn more about you, not hit on you. Even if hitting on someone I’m ankle high to didn’t sound insane.”
“Seriously serious, huh?”
“Yes! No! Shut up. Look, you apparently have enough actual goddamn magic to do this. Not just this,” she pointed at her wristband, “but this.” She pointed at the drink. “You’re enlarging liquor bottles, glasses, Three Lords know what else. And I think you’re casting some kind of protection spell on the place so people can’t find it when it’s not a full moon. This is some…some…arch-wizard shit, isn’t it? High wizard? Grand poobah?”
Ray was starting to grin again. “You are really drunk. Not all the magic is as sophisticated as you probably think it is, and I have help for some of the parts that are.”
“Whatever. What—what I’m trying to get at is that I didn’t want to focus on your body, even though you’re sooooo pretty and let’s face it your body takes up a whole lot of my field of view, because the more I heard about you down there”—she pointed behind her, toward the ground—“the more mysterious and cool you sounded. And now that I’m getting to know you just a little”—she held her thumb and forefinger out, a few inches apart, for emphasis—“it’s just adding to that. If you were my size I’d be asking you out on a date. Except beautiful people intimidate me. Apparently unless I had enough to drink. Although you still intimidate me.”
Ray fell silent, watching her with those incredible copper eyes, smiling curiously. Finally, the coyote laughed. “I love that you told me all of that, but you know you didn’t actually answer the question, right?”
“I…crap.” Kendall ran a hand through her sopping hair, then let herself sink into the drink, gulping down more of it. She surfaced, gasping for air. “They’re pretty, okay? They’re huge and beautifully proportioned and just make me feel…uh.” She cleared her throat. “Hey. What do you actually think of, uh, littles?”
“Is that your next question?”
“Yeah.”
Ray let out a slow breath through pursed lips. “Since you’ll sass me if I give you a short answer like ‘they’re interesting,’ I think they’re…” She trailed off, then laughed. “Interesting, with asterisks. Easily scared but often way more confident than makes sense, not quite as fragile as they look but still pretty fragile. And your world is just so—so much. All you’ve done without any open magic like we have. The technology. The sprawl of the cities. All these crazy competing political systems and religions and philosophies.
“On a personal level…hmm. Littles are sometimes fun to get to know, sometimes fun to bully, sometimes fun to tease, sometimes asking to be stomped into paste. In other words, I think you’re people.” She grinned. “Tiny people, but still people.”
“If one did ask you on a date, what would you say?”
“That’s another question.”
“Yes, it is.” Kendall did her best to stare up at the coyote challengingly.
“Most littles? I’d say no. I mean, I’d be polite, but the truth is, you guys kind of objectify us just like we kind of objectify you. That’s a lot of the fun here, but I know it’s shallow. We’re sexy monsters, you’re cute little victims.”
Kendall squirmed reflexively.
“But if hypothetically,” Ray continued, “I found myself spending an evening having a real conversation with a fascinatingly bold little ringtail I’d teasingly dropped in my cocktail, who’s been treating me as a person, too, I think I’d tell her we’re already on a date if she wants it to be.”
“She so, so wants it to be,” Kendall breathed, eyes wide.
“Last question.”
“Mmm-hmm?”
Ray leaned forward and down, until her muzzle was close enough for Kendall to touch. “You’re really turned on right now, aren’t you?”
Kendall’s voice came out in a shaky squeak. “Oh, gods, yes.”
“Do you want me to make you need that wristband?”
“Th-that’s another question.”
“Yes, it is.”
Kendall swallowed nervously. “I don’t…I don’t know if I want it, but…” She held up her arm with the glowing band. “Implicit consent, right?”
Another grin, this time from very up close. “Do you want me to politely ask you to strip now, or be a mean sexy monster and command you to?”
Oh Three Lords why is she giving me that choice and why is it so difficult to answer. When she tried, she got the shaky squeak voice again. “I-is it objectifying you too much to ask for the mean sexy monster?”
“Not when I invite it, cute little victim. Strip, and put your clothes in my hand.”
Kendall pulled her T-shirt off over her head. The coyote’s hand, palm up, was just to the side of the glass. She tossed the shirt over, then unzipped her jeans, struggling to get out of the liquor-logged denim. “Mmf. This is—ack!” She toppled over into the drink, still fighting with the jeans, finally surfacing with them in hand. She swam to the side of the glass, not tossing them over as much as heaving them over the rim. They were heavy.
Taking a breath, she reached back to unclasp her bra.
“No,” Ray commanded. “Let me get the rest.”
Kendall made a soft glurk noise and nodded.
The coyote picked up the glass, tipping it just enough to send Kendall sprawling into the delicious mix again. “Guh!”
“Barry,” Ray called. “I’m taking a break.” She started walking, Kendall could feel the movement, but she couldn’t see what was happening. Break? Where were they going?
Ray tilted the glass back, and tilted her head back, too. This time, as the ringtail slid against the coyote’s lips, they closed around her shoulders—and the giantess slurped her in like a noodle. Kendall didn’t even have time to scream. It was like a sauna-temperature waterslide, but the water was whiskey cocktail and the slide was a hot soft tongue oh gods it’s pitch black but I’m on her tongue I’m past her lips I’m completely in her
She heard, distantly, the glass being set back down, but mostly just heard the hammering of her own heart. She could hear the wetness around her, too, every mouth noise that would have been soft, barely perceptible, now playing at eighty decibel surround sound.
Ray flattened her against the roof of her mouth, holding her in place as she swallowed down the cocktail. Then Kendall got pushed back, hard, pinned awkwardly against the coyote’s teeth by the tongue, one single muscle much bigger than all of her body. There was just enough light seeping in past the coyote’s lips for her eyes to start adjusting—
More movement, the tongue pressing against her, probing, sliding back and forth, sliding her back and forth. She felt each tooth, felt the flesh against her front, legs and thighs and oooh mmf. She pressed against it with her hands reflexively. Would Ray even hear her if she started shouting protests? Would she listen?
She—she wasn’t going to protest.
The teeth moved behind her, parting just enough that the tongue’s pressure pushed her between them. The point of one tooth was against the small of her back. She whined, not sure whether to kick and push or go very, very still. Not that her choice mattered; her movement was all entirely driven by the coyote. She couldn’t help but tense up as the pressure built, her body tugged along the fang tip—
The clasp on the back of her bra snapped open against the tooth. The coyote’s tongue swept up her front, pulling the fabric away, dragging across her breasts. She let out a breathy moan before she could catch herself.
Ray tilted her head back, then swallowed. The force pulled Kendall against her tongue-tip, but wait did she just eat my bra?
The tongue thrust between her legs at the same time the coyote parted her jaws, and all at once her bare top half was outside Ray’s mouth, vast lips sealed around her waist. She was looking up at night sky, tree branches. Side to side glance. Ray was sitting down against a giant tree.
“Hang on,” Ray ordered, voice muffled around her date’s body. “As tight as you can.”
Hang on? Hang on to what? She extended her arms, wrapping them awkwardly around Ray’s upper muzzle, pressing her face against the coyote’s nose. “L-like this?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Ray sucked backward, hard.
Kendall squeaked, feeling herself losing her grip. She clung desperately, kicking. Actually, she suspected the seal of the coyote’s lips held her in place more tightly than her own arms (even her lips are stronger than you ha ha oh three lords), but she felt—
She’s—she’s—sucking my panties off my body.
The squeak became a squeal and then a shivery moan, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the cloth slide down her legs, bit by bit then all at once. When she felt and heard Ray swallow the panties, too, it took effort not to climax right then.
Grasping her with her thumb and forefinger, Ray pulled the ringtail back out of her mouth. The coyote looked smug, but…maybe…a little flushed?
Kendall found herself quickly lowered to the ground, stretched out on her back, head toward the giantess, the air bracingly cool against her soaked form after the heat of the coyote’s mouth. The sights passed in a near blur: the night sky. The cool grass she’d been set down in. Ray’s disheveled shirt, now untied, wow those were amazing breasts, wait had she unsnapped her shorts—
The coyote didn’t wait, swinging one of those Kendall-proclaimed beautiful paws Kendall overhead, wiping it quickly with a bar towel to leave it clean, and then oh Three Lords I’m being stepped on!
No, not exactly, but decisively pinned: a single toe covered the upper half of the ringtail’s so tiny-feeling body, spreading her legs. The toe was heavy, hot, soft, and right between her legs and curling and—
“Kiss,” Ray’s voice came, an urgent, huskily-breathed command.
She did, with all her body, wrapping her legs and arms around the toe and nuzzling. This is insane this is incredible just hang—just hang on—
Kendall managed to hold back until she heard Ray let out a shuddering whine, and the image of the coyote with her hand thrust down her pants came to her and wouldn’t let go. She came so hard she thought her heart was going to burst.
Ray’s panting grew more frenzied, then quickly softer, all her toes curling, driving the ringtail into the earth. She could smell the grass, but most of the scent in Kendall’s nose, the taste in her mouth, was coyote.
They both caught their breath. Kendall couldn’t get out from under the paw even if she wanted to. She didn’t think she did.
She could hear the coyote readjust her clothing, snap her jeans back up. Then the paw slid over her, pressing down more, and Kendall’s eyes flew open. Oh, shit, if she stands up, I’m—
Pressure built up so fast from every direction she barely had time to register it as pressure before everything went black.
Kendall sat up with a cry, the monstrous crunching noise she’d just heard ringing in her ears.
“Easy,” someone said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She jumped, looking around frantically. Where—she was on a cot? Back in the tent. The person speaking to her was the vixen nurse, handing her a glass of water. “You’re okay.”
“Th-thanks.” She gulped down half the glass, taking stock of the situation. She was no longer sopping wet, but her fur was matted and disheveled, and she had nothing on but the cot’s thin blanket.
“We have your clothes.” She pointed to the foot of the cot, where her jeans and T-shirt sat, neatly folded. No underwear. Welp.
“Thanks. How long was I, uh…out?”
“About fifteen minutes. That’s usual.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath, then looked at her glowing wristband. “C-can I turn this in now? I think one…use is enough for the night for me.”
The vixen smiled. “Sure.”
She pulled it off and handed it over, then pulled on her clothes. Then she walked straight back to the bar and climbed up the ladder again.
Barry wasn’t around this time, maybe on his own break. (With who? Ahem.) Ray was just finishing up two whiskey-looking drinks for customers as Kendall marched over to her. “You stepped on me!”
“Lucky,” the zebra giant said to her, giving her a wink as he took his plastic cup and headed away with his partner.
“I did,” Ray said, making a show of cleaning up without looking over. She still looked a little disheveled, and had a distinctly satisfied glow to her. “Should I say I’m sorry, or you’re welcome?”
“What you should do, dammit,” she thrust out a finger, “is give me your number.”
That got the coyote to look over at her, grinning. “Aren’t you worried you’ll finish another date with me by going down my throat?”
“I won’t if I tell you no.”
She leaned down close. “But you won’t, will you?”
“No,” Kendall admitted weakly. “I won’t.”
Ray gave her a soft, electric kiss. “Get out your phone.”