Amethyst’s Spring Mini Stories 2025

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Imposter’s Regret

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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The Norr had dyed her hair for the escapade, though the red stripe remained in it, tucked away behind her ear in a careful style that left rich, golden waves cascading around her face. Susie had made quite sure she looked spectacular that day, for the tiny who was making such ripples and waves in the portal diving worlds was said to be a beauty, nothing short of a goddess, but Susie wasn’t all that sure she believed that. How could a tiny be that gorgeous? She’d never seen anything like that before, but her tastes ranged larger too, for which she was completely in agreement with the tiny seeking out giantesses many, many times her size.

However, things had not gone well for the two of them, posing as the red-skinned draenei with black hair and a hunger like no other and, of course, the tiny who had caused such fun and trouble in their world. Even though Susie and the draenei, Alys, were also from Wolfenhammer and so had the correct uniform to match for their ruse, things…

Well, to say the least of it, nothing had gone to plan.

In the crater the wyvern girls so liked to relax in, snoozing and flaking out to soak up the heat from the dormant volcano, Gwyn clutched the Norr tightly in her hand. She thrashed and fought, her blonde hair a mess, dirt marking her body and her uniform ripped.

Fuck!

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Yet Susie could swear as much as she liked and thrash and howl, wrenching her body back and forth within the iron grip of Gwyn’s hand, but the Norr could not even honestly say she knew the wyvern girl’s name. Portal divers did not typically get all that close to the monster girls they both worked with and harvested from.

“You,” Gwyn rumbled, eyes alight with fury, her white scales even seeming to glow on the edge of twilight. “You are not my sister wife!”

Susie may not have known what the hell that was supposed to mean, whether she’d been mistaken for someone else entirely or if the wyvern was merely toying with her food. She huffed, setting her jaw, the wyvern girl’s mouth yawning widely and darkly under her. She would not be a meal that day!

“Wait – wait! I didn’t mean any harm – wait, don’t eat me!”

There was a growl in her words that lowered her tone, her voice deeper than it was usually. The wyvern girl paused, her white hair flowing softly around her face. It looked lighter, as if it had recently been washed, and the Norr made a mental note that wouldn’t help her at all that it was possible the wyvern girls had recently been to the hot springs.

“Oh?” Gwyn grunted, dispassionate and uncaring as her tail curled back and forth in subtle aggravation. “And just why should I not eat you? You’re a good enough meal, even if you think us such fools as to fall for your little ploy!”

The Norr huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. The wyvern girl’s eyes flicked to the Norr’s ample bosom, but it was not her chest she was interested in. She could have been interested in a certain tiny’s breasts, however, if she could play with her in her mouth again, sucking on her and savouring a rich flavour with deeper layers to it than she could ever have imagined.

The Norr could not match up to that and Gwyn held her a little higher than her face level, the fifty-five-foot-tall wyvern girl not at all put out by the aggravating Norr. She was only ten-feet-tall and nothing to her, though some last words never went amiss with her.

She smirked subtly, though hid it in a tilt of her head, her white hair falling over her face on that side. Teasing her prey and letting them think they’d got away with things – and then devouring them in one mouthful anyway – was her speciality. Why should she change?

“I’m just any other diver to you,” the Norr huffed, pushing things when she really should have held back and thought harder about what to do next. “You don’t have to eat me, you hardly seem hungry out here. And you have all the other wyverns around you too.”

She nodded to the wyvern girls in the crater, some of them laying together, others crowding around Zikuenne who seemed to be engaged with the red draenei, Alys. It was all Susie could do not to roll her eyes. Maybe the idiot had already got herself caught? But it was beyond her attention at that time: she could only focus on herself and her own situation.

“And what is that supposed to mean to me?” The wyvern girl said back, tail lifted and her hand still clenched tightly around the Norr’s midsection. “You are, indeed, just a diver. Maybe you should actually try to give me a good reason not to eat you.”

Susie grunted and thought about it.

“I can get you what you want, more food,” she said suddenly, a thought springing to life. “I can bring you tinies, other smaller giantesses, whatever you like. People follow me, you see, they like being around me.”

“Oh, so you think you can lead others to their doom?”

Susie grinned.

“You bet’cha. In exchange, of course, for not eating me. I’ll give you all the meals you want.”

Although the Norr wasn’t all that sure how she was actually going to influence people to follow her into the mouth of a wyvern girl, she was sure she could come up with something. That was a problem for “later her” to deal with, not “present her.”

Gwyn licked her lips, considering the offer. It wasn’t much of an offer, for she saw straight through the Norr, that there was no substance behind it.

“Hm…” She pretended to consider the Norr’s offer, even though she was already salivating at the prospect of filling her belly, at least in part. “So… You will bring me lots of food to eat… That could be fun.”

The Norr grinned, evidently sure she had won the wyvern girl over already. But Gwyn was more than used to playing games like that.

The thing was, she tired of games rather swiftly.

“Oh…” Gwyn considered it with a disappointed flick of her tail. “The problem is, I like hunting my own food. I like taking things as I please. And yet you’re the one who sauntered in here with lies and tricks, thinking you could get everything you please.”

Susie’s heart stopped.

Oh, shit.

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Yet her heart pounded once more after skipping a beat, the wyvern girl suddenly swinging her upside down, holding her by both ankles at once. She handled the smaller Norr as if it was nothing at all to her, her blue eyes gleaming and her silver-white scales catching the late evening light.

She was beautiful and fearsome – and that was hardly something even Susie could deny. She gasped and her arms dangled as if she was trying to reach for the monster girl. And yet the Norr did not truly know what she was doing in any way, whether she was falling into the giantess’ way of thinking or if something deeper was happening inside her.

The wyvern girl lowered her slowly, opening her mouth wide, her tongue lightly indenting her lower lip as it pushed out.

Well, it’s not as if Alys is going to fare any better, she thought, shuddering as the wyvern girl dipped her headfirst into her mouth. Stupid bimbo draenei… She’s going to get fucked silly.

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Yet it did not at all seem like the mastermind of the whole operation was going to be safe there as she sighed and quivered. Her body ached with something more submissive, something Susie would never have anticipated feeling in herself, not ever. A part of her mind accepted her fate as the monster girl slowly pushed her into her mouth, though a ten-foot-tall diver was quite a mouthful for Gwyn to take.

But she was not too much for Gwyn, not even then, the giantess moaning around the meal, even though a part of the wyvern girl wished she had taken the time to undress the diver first. It did not matter, however, not as she relished in eating the Norr, not even caring for who she was. It was not as if the Norr had given her a name, after all – just the name of the tiny blonde sister-wife she adored so much.

And it was notable still, to her, that the diver had not asked what her name was either. For she was nothing more than a monster girl to those divers, the ones that sought to take something from them and leave them behind in any state. They’d even poisoned them, diseased them, weakened them to such a point that the wyvern girls could have ended up as easy prey for many if not for Zikuenne protecting them so fiercely.

If a diver didn’t afford her the basic respect of treating her as a person, there was no way Gwyn was ever going to do the same. Others may have been kinder, but that was not what the white-scaled wyvern girl had learned.

So, she slurped on the diver, grunting around her as she pushed her, headfirst, down her throat. She gulped, working the large meal down her throat, a bulge rising and pushing its way down. Gwyn held her legs up high, so gravity helped her devour the Norr, swallowing hard with needy, lewd gulps that sent ripples of pleasure through her.

She’d take her fun elsewhere, but the Norr would, at the very least, satisfy her hunger for at least a little while. She relished in the feel of the Norr sliding down her throat, how she wriggled and squirmed, the large swell bulging through, so it was overly obvious just what the Norr’s fate was.

At ten-feet, the Norr was not all that difficult to swallow, even though Gwyn had to think a little more about how to best eat her than she would with her favourite blonde human. It was always different when they thrashed and fought and willing prey just slipped down her throat so much more nicely.

Not that she would give up unwilling meals either, the wyvern girl grunting as the Norr’s boots disappeared and she moaned as gravity took over. No matter how much the Norr fought her, she was going straight down to her stomach and a final swallow worked the Norr’s legs and boots down her throat, sending her plunging all the way down into the pit of her belly. It would not be a tighter fit in there for Norr, but there would be enough room in there for her to contemplate the consequences of her actions and decisions.

Not that Gwyn cared. Only as much as she leaned back against a smooth, worn rock that fit into the curve of her back perfectly, resting a hand on her bulging, squirming stomach. The Norr fit nicely in there, though it was likely her meal didn’t see it that way.

No more was she the huntress, but simply satisfied. She relaxed back and murmured lightly under her breath, rubbing her stomach to help her meal settle more comfortably there. Whatever the tiny giantess, barely even a giantess in any way, had wanted to do was of no concern to her, for she had easily taken care of the problem. And Gwyn had no concerns at all that Ziku would take care of the draenei too, even if she suspected, from the small Norr’s bargaining, that she might have been a pawn in her plan too.

It was nothing Gwyn could do anything about and she had no desire to either. Settling with her squirming, wriggling meal in her belly, she leaned her head back, letting herself rest until she was ready to join the others.