Impossible to Ignore
#103 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Second vignette for Amuzi?i and another foray into the realm of null characters, seeming to be naturally occurring within the context of this story, if not a majority. Their idea really tapped into one of the less explored aspects of Macro that I vibe with: Exhibitionism. This particularly intersects well with marginalized bodies: When you're as big as a building, you're Impossible to Ignore
Contains: Benevolent Macro, Naked Yoga, Null Exhibitionism, Traffic Jams, Descriptions of the Null Patch, Only One Gendered Character and Reference to Skyscrapers for Height.
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It was just before dawn, the night shifters had just gone home and headed to bed and the day shifters were yet to make their coffee. Rien set down their yoga mat on the asphalt, pinning one end with their toes and using the other foot to roll it out. The dense foam rubber almost brushed against the side mirrors of parked cars before it settled.
The serval was scaled to match the massive mat, standing high above the residential buildings on either side. The lithe feline was also entirely skyclad.
Rien lined their feet up at one end of the mat and bent forward, dangling their giant arms down toward the stoplight ahead of them, passing the metal bar holding up the signal and pressing palms flat into the other end of the boulevard wide yoga mat.
Just beneath their exposed soles at the other intersection, the digital tone of a modern car horn blared out.
The immense feline ignored the sound as they shifted their weight onto one hand and raised the other, twisting their body to pivot to face one side of the street.
A drowsy tapir came to their window, interrupted from their coffee making to see what the commotion outside was about. Upon opening the blinds, they found that the view out of their apartment was mostly taken up by a furred blank pelvis, a broad null patch between well-formed spotted thighs each larger than a tanker trailer.
As they watched, Rien smoothly traded hands, pivoting the other way until their hand that had been pressed into the foam rubber now faced the pre-dawn sky. Seemingly not caring that they were now giving their relatively tiny audience a look at their bare bottom, the serval held the pose just as long on that side.
In that time, the upset driver at the cat's feet had been joined by several other vehicles lining up behind. Others were starting to honk at the fore as well. One car however remained silent, the driver parking and stepping out onto the street. The gecko stared openly as they walked past the honking cars towards the edge of the mat.
Rien pressed both hands down and bent their pelvis until their shoulders formed a line with their torso. Their null groin stood out to those below as the highest point visible from the ground. The serval tucked their head between their biceps until their chin match their flat chest, looking between their spread legs at the growing traffic jam. "Oh don't mind me, you can go around." The cat offered amicably "The streets on either side are unblocked."
As they talked, the taper in their apartment silently marveled about how someone as smooth and blank as they were was so confident.
The serval paused mid-swing of their head back to normal, locking their eyes on the gecko standing just ahead of them. "Good morning!" Rien declared chipperly.
The reptile blushed a faint purple beneath their hide, before returning the greeting. "Morning..."
Rien shifted their weight forward onto their hands and brought their feet together and forward, pressing their toes down to the pad at the center of the broad mat. Shifting their weight back and pushing off with their fingers, they smoothly rose to standing position, towering over the neighborhood. Pressing one heel into the foam rubber, the serval raised their other foot up to press flat against the side of their knee.
The gecko was struck by the inescapable fact that all within eyesight would have no choice but to look up at their featureless loins.
The tapir came out of their apartment wearing only their long bed shirt, having nothing themselves between their legs to hide, and shimmied between the parked cars to the edge of the mat.
The first car to arrive shifted into park. The driver side door opened, expelling an aggressively male lion onto the pavement. He stomped up onto the foam rubber and shouted. "If you don't get your blank ass out of the road, I'm calling the cops!"
"Oh shut up and drive around." The trunked ungulate shouted back, pointing at how the rest of the traffic jam had dispersed easily into a detour by now. "Let them do their yoga in peace!"
From the ground it seemed Rien had no reaction to this exchange, but viewed at high magnification from a skyscraper downtown, one would see the cat was smiling.