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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2025

A Drink with a Tiny

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Nola, the sixty-five-foot-tall mare girl hummed under her breath, enjoying the bright, lively music. The monster girl swayed her hips to the beat, though, after the human “Christmas” celebrations, though the kind of party she was at, as far as she understood, was to celebrate the “end” of the year. The tinies she walked among up there seemed to take any chance at all to have a party – though Nola didn’t mind that in the slightest. It was nice to be able to relax and go out with the mares, enjoying the more advanced technology too that the world had to offer. It wasn’t something at all common where she came from.

Any chance for a party, she mused. She guessed a year had to end at some point. They usually marked time with the change of the seasons, though it was not as if the climate where they lived changed all that much: they liked to be comfortable, after all, in their bare skin. That was exactly why Nola had dressed up for the big party in just a sexy, blue thong that left her muscular rump fully exposed. Well, bar her long, black tail falling over it, her ears poking out of her like-coloured hair.

Huffing, she leaned on to the bar, waiting for their drinks – her and the rest of the mare girls she was out with, that was. What was taking so long? Her tail swished impatiently, passing back and forth over the rear side of her olive-toned thighs.

The liveliness of the bar rose around her, a clamour of chatter and laughter. Someone shouted and others cheered: clearly, there had been a reason for that, although the giantess didn’t yet know what that reason was. There was, at the very least, a good mix of giantesses of varying heights and tinies in the bar, though the relaxed dress code had encouraged many to really let loose.

She liked that, eyes roaming as she waited and entertained herself by watching the crowd.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

She blinked and looked down, though the bartender was still filling up her tray with drinks. They seemed to be going very slowly, however, and the mare girl could not say she was not at all glad for a distraction.

A tiny was on the bar, leaning back against a giantess-sized cup of red and white straws as if she was posing there, just for Nola. Well, a human. The human grinned, dressed as scantily as Nola was, which the mare girl appreciated. Wearing a fluffy red and white bra-like top and green bottoms that could have been a tiny skirt, there wasn’t much left to the imagination. She looked like one of the “Christmas elf” decorations Nola had seen hung up the week before, though they didn’t match up to real elves at all.

The human didn’t look like an elf and the mare girl almost turned away from her, even if her dyed red hair was kind of intriguing.

“Hm…” Nola paused, weighing up her options. The tiny could be entertaining, if only for a little while. “Nola.”

“Noel?”

The human raised her voice, cupping a hand to her ear. It took Nola a moment to realise that she meant she hadn’t quite heard her.

“No, not Noel – Nola!”

She said it more loudly with a roll of her eyes. She hadn’t had nearly enough drinks and, frankly, she itched to satisfy her needs. At the mansion she was staying at, outside her usual portal world, she hadn’t had the chance to spend time with her little blonde friend, a human who was an honorary member of their herd,

“Ah, got it!” The human grinned and stepped closer, so she didn’t have to speak quite so loudly. “I’m Abbey! I saw you across the room and just had to come say hello.”

She grinned and nodded; Nola felt her face relaxing in turn. The tiny had a strange charisma about her – or perhaps that was just the alcohol working away at her. She hadn’t enjoyed that in some time, bar what they had learned to utilise over time in their open-meadow home. The process of fermenting fruit for such drinks required trading for other components and that was a delicate process of negotiations between different tribes that sometimes took more energy than one felt it was worth.

“Hm, well, you found me here, Abbey,” Nola said, smiling lightly as she softened her expression. “You look cute!”

Cute enough to eat.

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She didn’t say that second part aloud, though the mare girl could not stop herself from swiping her tongue out and between her lips, from left to right. The tiny’s eyes followed it, though she already appeared to have had a few drinks and wavered lightly on her feet. Although she was wearing medium heels, they were a little narrow and not the best stability for her small feet.

“Thanks! You here with a group?”

Abbey’s eyes went to the tray that the bartender was slowly loading up with drinks, the fifty-foot draenei looking very tired by that point in the holiday season.

“Mmm, it’s taking a while to get everything for them though,” Nola said, twitching one ear in the direction of her herd. “I didn’t think it took this long when Valerie picked up drinks.”

“Looks like one of your group has ordered one of the special cocktails,” Abbey observed, eyes on the tray where a big, fruity concoction had been loaded up, complete with whipped cream and lit sparklers. “They can get kinda complicated.”

Nola huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Mm, Brynn’s always got to try something new,” she chuckled dryly. “Hopefully, this doesn’t set anything on fire.”

“Well, you’re hot enough to do that all on your own,” Abbey quipped back at her, bringing the rise of a pleased blush to Nola’s cheeks. “So… Would you like to have a drink with a tiny – with me?”

She smiled and Nola’s eyes gleamed. Her tail twitched, but she tried to keep her excitement under control, even though she salivated at the notion.

“Oh, that sounds perfect,” she said – and Abbey grinned at her open enthusiasm. “I like…that gin. And tonic water. Please.”

She’d learned about a gin that tickled her tastebuds, with botanicals and, more specifically, rosemary. There was no harm in asking for that, since the human wanted to pay for her too.

Can it be this easy?

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For she’d found a little loophole, grinning at her prize while Abbey ordered their drinks from another bartender, seeming to command attention despite being as small as she was. It was a shame Nola wouldn’t get the chance to play with her for that long.

The mare girl quivered in anticipation as a gin and tonic was slid over to her – separate from the original group order. Nola delicately sipped at it, enjoying the sensation of bubbles bursting and popping on her tongue, even though the mare girl wanted something else on her tongue.

“Mmm… That’s lovely.”

Abbey grinned and enjoyed her drink, clearly looking up at Nola as she gulped at her drink. The mare girl had no idea what the human was drinking, though her cheeks were redder than they’d been when they’d started talking, the bar around them feeling hotter and “closer” than before. It was as if there were even more people in the bar than before, though Nola was only mildly impressed by how easy it was to warm up in such a location, considering how little clothing she was wearing.

She could get used to that, though she wouldn’t stay in that world forever.

Abbey downed her drink and turned to the mare girl, clearly anticipating that she was going to “score” that night. That was why anyone went to those kinds of parties, after all: if not just to ogle the eye candy there. Her skirt hitched up a little higher, revealing most of a butt cheek, and, too late, she caught the curling swipe of Nola’s tongue flicking seductively out of her mouth once again.

“I’m ready to have my drink with a tiny!”

Nola didn’t ask permission, not as she grabbed the human by the shoulders and licked her lips softly in anticipation of the treat to come. In a moment, the human was dropped straight into her glass with a barely audible squeak. The bartender rolled her eyes at them and slid the tray over to the mare girl.

“Here’s everything.”

Nola grinned

“Thanks!”

The draenei went back to making the next order of drinks and Nola perused her “drink with a tiny” before curling her fingers around the glass. Her fingers slid over the cool surface, collecting condensation, though she was much more interested in the slightly flailing “garnish” bobbing about within her glass.

There was no sense in not savouring it, however, as she brought the curved rim of the glass to her lips and grinned once more at the human inside. Her lips parted and the human splashed anxiously in the drink as the dark cavern of the monster girl’s mouth was revealed, the pink of her tongue begging her attention.

Having “a drink with a tiny” could be interpreted in different ways and the mare girl had cleverly exploited the loophole so she could enjoy her little New Year’s gift.

Nola poured the drink into her mouth, taking care to curl her tongue around the human and secure her for her own. She didn’t have to down every drop of the G&T straight away, but it would have been rude not to enjoy the human as she’d asked. Her heart pounded as she luxuriated briefly in the moment, the human scrabbling against her tongue, those bubbles adding a delightful extra edge of sensation as she murmured around her mouthful.

It was not the kind of mouthful she could hold there for long, however, letting the tiny flail a little more as she tipped her head back and swallowed.

Just like that, the tiny was gone, swept away on the flow of liquid straight down her throat. She didn’t even make a sound that the mare girl caught, though Nola’s tail twitched furiously, bubbling over with excitement at how she had got a tiny gift all for herself.

Juniper is going to be so mad when she realises I got a tiny before her at this party!

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The giantess rested a hand on her stomach, finishing off the rest of her glass with a salacious lick of her lips so not a drop of the drink was wasted. No one paid any mind to the fact that she had just swallowed a human in front of everyone at the bar, anticipating it all to be consensual. In a way, it had been – but the human hadn’t known it.

What was her name again? Abbis? Abben? Ah, it doesn’t matter. Thanks, tiny!

With the squirming treat wriggling in her belly, making the tiniest, cutest bump she could have imagined, Nola collected the tray and headed back to the mare girls. She moved her way fluidly through the crowd as she exchanged a look with a taller Norr giantess who she wouldn’t have minded spending the night with either. The Norr, if she wanted her, would have to play by her game, however, and bring her a tiny as a gift if she wanted to tempt Nola into her bed.

The mare girls cheered, all seated in comfortable chairs around a low table where their party snacks and leftover glasses were collected. Nola dished out the drinks and set the tray aside, before turning to the hungriest mare girl of them all with a grin that promised trouble.

“Hey, Juniper, you’ll never guess what I have…”

Deliberately, Nola set up the game for the rest of the evening, the mare girls all seeing just how many tinies they could lure into their bellies before the year was out. In the end, it didn’t matter whether or not they were keeping “score,” although the bar would be rather empty of humans and other tinies by the end of the night, strangely enough.

Better for the mare girls to collect every last little gift they could ever desire!