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“You Pippins are good for nothing lazy BUMS, why I ottah fire the whole lot of you! AND ANOTHER THING-”
Tenna's angry words went on deaf ears to the one he was talking to, who was currently trying to keep certain thoughts at bay like:
‘ohmygod why are his teeth so sharp’
‘They could probably bite through anything’
‘They could probably bite through me…’
Various thoughts of this caliber ran through the green Pippin's head like they were on a treadmill, as he tried to end the conversation with Tenna before they did something really stupid.
Inside Battat's inner world, Mike was putting away some clothes that the Pippins had conjured up recently for an event hosted by Fortune. It was a simple gathering of the High Rollers just to catch up, but Battat still insisted on making some outfits the others couldn't even see, but it did make Mike happy to see him so passionate about it.
As he was folding the last shirt away he turned his head to check on the front, and saw that Battat was looking at the ground a lot while on their way to the Mike room. There also seemed to be a side monitor that popped out of the screen, but it was too fuzzy to see what was happening.
Concerned, he pulled up innocently to front and asked;
“How's it goin, Batts?”
“OHMYANGEL-”
Battat was able to land the outer world’s body on the couch before falling out of front and onto the ground beside the couch. He grumbled loudly and turned around to face Mike, who was trying really hard to not lightheartedly giggle at his headmate.
“D-DON’T do that, geez. What’d you want anywa-” Battat stopped, as he turned back to front to continue walking into their room, when he also noticed the side screen.
It was more clear from this distance, and Battat could see quite fucking clearly it was displaying the intrusive erotic thoughts he was just having about Tenna’s mouth. He quickly looked back at Mike to make sure he didn't notice. He seemed to be fully focused on Battat and his off-putting attitude, so they took advantage of his unawareness of the situation and rushed up to the screen.
He didn't have a second thought as he quickly gripped both sides of the side screen, and yanked as hard as his noodly limbs let them. After a few more good pulls they were able to break it off as it sparked and crackled from being rudely yanked from its source.
They promptly turned around and chucked the screen as far as he could into the thorny nothingness, hearing it crash before a comedic beat went by that was followed by a very low res gif of an explosion over the crash site. It quickly fizzled out, and faded away into the misty air.
Mike just stood in shock and confusion at this series of events, as his headmate was bent over and heaved from the level of exertion that caused them. Unable to say much more, Mike tried to lighten the mood with the question;
“Was that really necessary?”
To which the Pippin turned his head towards Mike with a somewhat crazed look on their face, and responded very flatly with; “Yes.”
The both of them stood in silence, just taking the situation in.
Battat was the first to move to very exaggeratedly back to the couch, as Mike called out to him;
“Are we just not gonna talk about that?!”
“NOPE! Now get your ass over here, your shift starts soon!”
Mike walked back, grumbling something under his breath to the tune of, “I'll take my ass anywhere I like, thank you very much,” before relenting and briefly sat down on the couch as Battat got the costume ready. Battat's face was still glowing green with embarrassment, and as adorable Mike found that was, he figured Battat would tell him when they were ready...or at least before the end of the day.
As Mike stepped into front, feeling the dark world work its magic as his gloved hands melted into Battat's Pippins ones, he gave one last look at Battat before relenting and starting their workday.
-
Luckily, Battat took a nap during the shift after so much energy was used all at once earlier. Mike got distracted a couple times working just looking at how cute and curled up and tiny Battat was while they were sleeping on the couch. He should probably say later that they might need to sleep in the inner world bed simply to not interrupt the shift as they really truly were quite distracting, heh.
As the Mike shift was coming to a close, he felt Battat stir awake, blinking slowly to clear his sleep clouded vision. He sat up and did a biiig stretch (that Mike totally didn't completely disengage from front for a full 30 seconds to just watch his headmate as their shirt pulled up from the stretch. Their tummy is just so cute, sue him!)
As Mike wrapped up and Battat was still waking up, his mind began to wander.
‘Mr. Tenna, sir?’
‘Oh, hello green Pippins! You're just in time for lunch!’
‘Lunch? But it's almost midni-’
Daydream Battat got cut off as they were grabbed and was brought face to face with the eager TV. They noticed his attire was darker than usual, sporting a black suit than a red one, but didn't question it as his booming voice overwhelmed any thought he had.
‘Oh my silly, little, tiny Pippins…you're so gullible!’
Tenna proceeded to give a big laugh. Battat went tunnel visioned on Tenna's teeth, glistening with saliva, his throat muscles undulating as he cackled more. Without thinking, Daydream Battat reached their hand out towards the mouth, wanting desperately to touch them…please…just one…
He didn't realize how close he was till he touched a tooth, and was surprised it was no longer sharp, but blunt. He looked around and noticed the inside of the mouth was no longer tinted purple, but a dark grey with reds interspersed.
Looking up, his head started to spin as he saw double. On his left, he saw half of Tenna's face, and on the right he saw…Mike’s??? What was he doing here?????
“Mike Battat~!”
“Batsy~!”
He sprung conscious from the daydream as he heard the mixed voices of the two calling out to him. Of course, he thought, I'd be the freak who has a crush on someone inside my own damn head.
As they contemplated that inner statement and all its implications, he looked to his side expecting Mike to be sitting beside him.
Except…wait, was he still dreaming? Why was Mike so tall???
Panicking, they tried moving as slowly as possible to assess his surroundings, before realizing that, yes, he is in fact awake, and appears to be…
ACTIVELY SHRINKING LOWER AND LOWER???????????
“WHAT THE FU-”
They clamped their mouth shut as fast as they could, before realizing Mike wasn't tuned into the inner world at all at the moment, as he was talking with some stage helpers over the headset. The Pippins breathed a sigh of relief before remembering that waitasecondthisisstillhappening.
Being as discreet as pippinsingly possible — which was not much at all — he crawled out of the couch, getting dizzy as they were still shrinking, everything becoming bigger by the second.
They couldn't get very far with their head still spinning (literally) before-
“Aight Batts, shift is done and we sleepin, so can you please lemme know what was goin’- oh. Batts??”
Shit.
‘Ok if I can walk super quietly I can make it to the bed to calm myself down and make myself big again-’
A comically placed stray piece of clothing that Mike apparently forgot to pick up had decided to personally vex Battat — he slipped and fell onto the ground, making a loud ‘Oomf’ sound despite his small size.
The sound alerted Mike as he turned towards the direction of its origin, only to see a very small green pippin staring at him like a deer in headlights.
“Wha-...how…huh???”
Trying to take advantage of Mike being stunned, Battat tried to make a break for it.
He didn't get very far.
“Now comere ya little- there!” Mike successfully grabbed the pippins and held Battat in his hands like one would hold a wet cat. They were turned over and looked at from every angle, like Mike was checking for the expiration date of a can of soup. After making sure Battat had no visible injuries, he turned them right side up before beginning;
“Now, how in the world did you get this small?!?” Mike paused after seeing Battat's expression turn to one of mild fear, before continuing, “...I’m not like…mad or anything, just very, very confused, heh.”
Battat kept opening their mouth and closing it like a fish, trying to come up with words but struggling as he realized that ‘oh no this is exactly like the fantasy.’ So trying to fight a boner while explaining yourself is a little difficult. Battat started squirming more as Mike just continued to wait, assuming they just needed a minute to gather their thoughts. Unfortunately, their thoughts were too gathered at the moment, and the waiting just made the situation worse.
“Okaaaay…if ya can't explain it, I can try and guess?”
Even though he's still dazed, Battat vaguely nodded at the suggestion.
“Mkay sooooo…did ya have a nightmare?”
A shake of the pippin's head followed.
“Was it something I did at all?”
Another shake — though slower on the response as, technically, he kinda did, even if indirectly.
“Is it related to when Tens was shoutin’ atcha earlier? If so, I talked about it to him again during my shift bout it, said he was just ‘more tense than usual’, uh-huh, and I'm the dang tooth fairy, HA!”
His jokes didn't seem to land with them, causing Mike to deflate a little before Battat gave a hesitant nod in regards to the question.
“Ah! Okay okay, I gots a lead! Now let's see…was it da lingering emotions about it all? I was tempted to wake ya up once me and Tens had that talk but ya looked so peaceful, didn't wanna disturb you n’ such.”
He paused in his thinking as he led the two of them back over to the couch, so he could sit down after being on his feet for so long.
“Eh, anyways, was it that or somethin’ else? One finger for the first, two for da second.”
Battat lifted his right hand to show- three fingers?
“Heeey now, that wasn't one of the options, silly! Now ya got us both lost!”
That luckily got a chuckle outta the Pippins, which Mike looked very proud and enamoured by. It seemed like Battat was about to speak aloud before there was a flash on the big screen, showing a dream had started.
Unfortunately for Battat, it seemed they wouldn't need to explain anything more — he immediately recognized the scene on the TV, except this time it was fully Mike taking the role of Tenna. Dream Mike seemed to have slightly sharper teeth, probably a product of the unconscious brain mixing thoughts together mindlessly (heh) in an attempt to process the day.
It looked like Dream Mike was saying something, but heavily muffled and garbled in the way dream speech usually is. As he finished his sentence, the scene did a jump cut to a…
…a much more intimate moment.
Dream Battat was lying on their back in Mike's palm, as Dream Mike had maneuvered them to have their entire lower half of their body nestled between Dream Mike's teeth. It was obvious Dream Mike was doing something, as evident by the extremely loud moans that Dream Battat had been letting out.
It wasn't clear what he was doing till he finally parted for a breather, opening his mouth to reveal Dream Battat's legs and crotch covered in saliva. Their dick was twitching from the cold air suddenly coating it as the pippins writhed around in the hands of the other, trying desperately to achieve some sort of stimulation.
Dream Mike seemed intent on being a tease, as he trailed up with his tongue to Dream Battat's head, giving it an oversized smooch before backing away entirely.
The scene cut again to an even more drastic degree.
Dream Mike was currently rubbing Dream Battat against his cunt and t-dick like the pippins was merely a sex toy, with Dream Battat seemingly having the time of his life at being used like this. Their dick caught the edges of Dream Mike's entrance every so often, but never enough to really stimulate them, leaving them edged and at Dream Mike's mercy till he was satisfied first.
Just as it seemed Dream Mike was about to hit the breaking point, the screen suddenly faded to black.
It seemed that Pluey had made some noise from its arrival back from a Mike shift, and that had startled the body out of REM sleep and more into a light, dreamless sleep.
There were no words said, not even really looking near each other's direction. A very awkward, very tense silence fell throughout the inner world as the two of them processed what they just saw.
After what felt like hours, Mike was the first to speak up.
“Um. Sooooo…heh…that sure was a special they couldn't show on even pay-per-view channels!”
“...”
“...uh, sor-”
“...Mike you're so fucking dumb and cute and stupid and handsome and FUCKING HELL get down here and kiss me already!!”
Oh! He definitely wasn't expecting that response!
Not one to look a suspiciously goat-shaped gift horse in the mouth, Mike didn't waste any time immediately bringing the smaller than normal pippins back to eye height and practically devouring them in giant kisses.
He didn't worry about looking weird, about worrying if he was slobbering over the smaller one as clearly that seemed to be part of the fantasy, heh, he just focused on putting as much love as possible into each kiss he gave, even with him having a smaller canvas than usual. It seemed the kisses caused Battat to grow to a more reasonable size for more affection. Still very small, but now about the size of a doll rather than a figurine.
With the gained height, they were able to return some of the kisses as well, pecking one on each of Mike’s cheek pads, causing a bit of a feedback sound to come from him. Mike seemed embarrassed at first but Battat found it incredibly endearing, wanting to see what other noises he could get out of his headmate.
Battat was getting a little impatient now though, as the previous daydream along with everything following after left them hard and bulging in their constrictive slacks. Mike noticed this and seemed to want to help, before realizing his fingers were way too big to try and fiddle with a miniature belt, so he settled on shedding the top wear.
Once Battat was freed from the confines of his own pants, they pulled down the boxers as well to reveal a dripping wet dick and pussy, practically pulsating with need. Mike oogled at it for a solid minute before snapping out of it and getting back at the task at hand, which was to give his headmate all the love they deserved and more.
-
Mike started by lightly prodding at Battat’s dick with his pointer finger, while his other fingers caressed their sides.
“A-ahh!” Battat let out a faint moan as Mike touched the underside of their cock, it twitching at the contact. He rubbed against it some more, trying to tease more desperate noises out of the Pippin.
Battat wasn't having it though, and playfully kicked the part of Mike's cheek his leg could reach.
“HEY!! Stop f-fuckin teasing already, geez,” Battat whined.
The mic chuckled at Battat's feeble attempt at asserting some control, before stating, “Alright ya eager beaver, jus’ trying to do some foreplay but if ya want the real action so badly then…”
Mike opened his mouth, saliva dripping from his teeth as he rose Battat up to lick from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head in one fell swoop. He then maneuvered the Pippins to rest his mouth in-between their crotch, a very similar scene from the dream.
“AAahH MIKE-!”
Battat screamed out their headmates name as he took their entire lower half into his mouth. He sucked and licked and touched everywhere, with the pippins squirming and trying not to cum immediately from all the stimulation.
As Mike’s mouth was occupied, he didn't let his hands idle as he felt up Battat's body again. Every touch fueled the fire in their core, which was reaching a breaking point more quickly than anticipated.
“AHnn- M-mike s-S-SLOW down o-or I’m gonna-
AHHhhHh~!!”
That was all the warning Battat could muster as he came hard, but due to the current size difference Mike didn't even taste it because of how little the amount was.
It also seemed Mike was a little preoccupied though, as his own moans were reverberating through Battat as he desperately palmed at himself through his pants. Battat could only get a glance at it but holy fuck was that hot.
The Pippins though was quickly reaching a point of overstimulation, and tried calling out to get the others attention.
“Hngh MIKE- w-w-wait a second I already- haahhh…H-hey for real s-stop for a-”
“MMNNPHH-!”
Mike seized up as his orgasm crested over, throwing his head back and taking a gasp of air.
Breathing heavily through his mouth, he caught his breath and basked in the afterglow of one of the most mind-blowing orgasms he's ever had before…
Before realizing…
Waaaaaait a second……
He slowly tilted his head down to look at his stomach and-
“MIKE YOU ASSHOLE!!”
Though it was heavily muffled, the sound reverberated through Mike's body as the realization of oh god I just swallowed my shrunken headmate hit him full force.
“Ohmygod BATTS?! A-are you okay???” Mike floundered at what to even do in this situation, as the tiny voice called out again.
“YOU’RE FINE. THAT WAS…that was kindahotorsomething- BUT FUCK YOU FOR NOT WATCHING YOURSELF, DUMMY!”
Battat was dying of embarrassment at having to admit that, but they'd rather reassure Mike that he didn't do anything they didn't like, even if it was under-negotiated.
Besides that though, they did have quite a predicament. He figured if he focused hard enough that they could probably teleport outside of Mike's stomach, as this was still the inner world, so their safety wasn't a big concern because of that.
It's more so that Battat feels extremely comfortable in here. They didn't know how to even begin to explain it, this almost overwhelming sense of feeling safe. If he had to try and explain it then the warm and humid temperature felt surprisingly nice, with the walls pulsating with the beat of the other darkner’s heart.
It was so comforting in fact, that Battat started drifting off into sleep. As much as they wanted to fall asleep right then and there though, they probably had to explain more on how they were feeling about this to Mike.
-
After some talking and reassurance that Battat really was completely safe, then Mike felt comfortable leaving Battat in his stomach for at least till the next morning. He couldn't deny that the feeling of something squirming in there was a nice feeling, so much so he had to jerk off one more time before being able to sleep.
But it was more than a sexual feeling, it was feeling like he was the barrier between the real world and Battat; a feeling like he could shield his precious Pippins from the horrors, in a way that was better than just taking the front when they were overwhelmed.
It had to come to an end though, and through some (embarrassing) help from GM — "I shouldn't laugh, but please mercy me! Drink this quick and set them free!” — and with that, Battat had teleported out of Mike's stomach and into his hands, still small.
They were covered in juices and a little rattled by the magic, but seemed otherwise okay. They couldn't look the Gamemaster in the ‘eyes’ though, their face burning with shame at the circumstance even though no judgement was being given.
GM simply giggled at the two’s situation before giving the tiny Pippins a pat on the head and heading back to sleep for the night.
Mike was able to conjure a simple tub of water and proceeded to wash Battat off as best he could. Not long after starting the bath Mike had turned away for one second to turn back to a full sized Pippins, quite adorably way too big for his tiny tub now.
With Battat back in normal stature, they were able to make the tub a bit bigger to properly continue the bath. Getting washed felt surprisingly nice, feeling Mike’s fingers caress his sides once again but in a different context now.
They felt so loved and cared for, and really couldn't ask for more.