Micro May Day 24: Big Night Out
This story's prompt was: Micro hiding as normal at a party. Someone gets caught up in the excitement of a party in more ways than one.
Loud music permeates the air as people make a splash in the nearby pool. It was a college graduation party. I just kind of sat in the background. I wouldn't really be here unless my friend thought it would be a good idea for me to come out for once. I'm here, but now what? I'm just not really interested in meeting that many new people. So maybe-
"Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?" The big rat with no concept of personal space said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Nothing." I responded to my friend.
"And that is the problem. Don't you want to mingle?"
"Not really?"
"Fine, you came out here at least so; I got to give you that, but you should really try to meet some people; you might find one you like."
"That's okay, I'm fine here."
"Alright, I'll see you later." He walks off and jumps in the pool, splashing some water on me. I shake it off and keep just sitting in my corner. I start to feel a little strange, and my body starts to compress. Shit! I forgot my pill today with all the excitement. I run to hide, looking for some place where I won't get caught.
I shrunk out of everything and reverted to my true 1-inch size. I had to find my friend and get help. He knew this about me and respected it; I wanted it to keep it a secret from most people. I start to weave between the crowds of people. Trying extra hard to avoid the feet of the partygoers. I failed a few times, but lucky for me, it didn't take me out of things for too long.
I see my friend relaxing in one of the pool chairs as he dries off. I go to him and see that he is resting his eyes while he sits. I think about what I could do to get his attention. His long tail touches the floor, making it perfect as a rope. I start to climb up it until he reaches the black fur of his belly.
"Hey! Down here! I need some help!" He can't hear me over the surrounding sounds, so I try to get closer. The thick fur is a problem. As I'm almost to his head, he sits up and sends me tumbling down. I hold on to his fur as long as I can before my arms give out, and I fall in the chair.
He stretches for a moment before sitting back down and pinning me under the wet swimwear covering his crotch. I try to struggle but find no room to move.
***
A half an hour later, he gets up and starts looking for me. I'm still stuck to his slick trunks. When he doesn't find me, he just shrugs and says, "I guess he went home." He then started to head off himself. My only hope is that he will find me sooner or later in this mess. It was then that I swore I would never go to another party.