Moon Is Mean #2: Stay Out Of The Tall Grass
Story by RamsusXIII on SoFurry
Contains: Shrunken trainer, giant/normal sized anthro female Eevee, paw stuff, crushing
Summary: Having been shrunk by Moon's shenanigans, a tiny trainer flees into the wild to try and survive. Unfortunately for them, they ran into an Eevee girl that has a hobby of stepping on bugs.
I was sorta enamored with FlyFeline's Eevee girl over on Twitter and it inspired me to shift gears and include her character in this tale.
Penelopeon belongs to FlyFeline.
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“Oh crap oh crap oh crap!”
Frantically scrambling through the grassy overgrowth—each blade as tall as he was; the freshly shrunken trainer was running as fast and as far as he could from his black furred pursuer. The poor thing becoming yet another victim of Moonlight’s games. While he saw no signs of the predatory dark-type, that didn’t ease the diminished human male’s worries in the slightest. He was tiny. He was helpless. His Pokemon had turned on him thanks to that Umbreon’s silver tongue. He was at the mercy of the nature surrounding him. He had to find safety or help, and fast.
Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans in store.
There was a sudden rustling in the grass behind him, causing the mousy mouse-sized human to swiftly whirl around with a gasp. “Who’s there?” He shouted, immediately coming face to ‘face’ with a spider-like Spinarak that utterly dwarfed him. The trainer’s face fell pale upon staring down the bug-type that no doubt saw him as mere prey. He tried to flee, but his legs had other plans; choosing the worst time possible to turn into jelly. He fell over backwards onto his rear, staring up at the Pokemon in horror as it scuttled closer while its mandibles twitched menacingly. The trainer soon prepared himself for the end; bitterly accepting the thought of becoming a quick meal for a Pokemon he could once hold in his hand.
The Spinarak’s meal was soon interrupted by a muffled thump and a swish of grass; a rush of air gusting over the pair as a shadow soon fell over them. The trainer’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates as he cast his gaze further upward; staring at a pink, dirtied foam sole belonging to a single flip-flop with a set of furred, caramel-colored toes peeking over the edge.
“Gotcha!” Shouted a feminine voice from above before that foot plummeted downwards.
It was enough to spark a strong fight-or-flight reaction from the tiny human, who bolted up from his position in just enough time to dive away from the point of impact; that massive flip-flop crashing down without mercy upon the unsuspecting arachnid with a sharp, squishy crunch. The act was then sealed with a sudden twist of the foot to confirm the crush—like a signature applied to a contract.
“Never gets old,” said that voice once more followed by an amused giggle.
The trainer was at a complete loss for words as he gazed upon the overwhelming stature of his would-be rescuer. A (relatively) massive Pokemorph, not unlike the Umbreon who shrank him. A female Eevee, who seemed to not be fully aware of him yet. His eyes glanced over her brown furred paws, poking out of a pair of ripped denim jeans. She wore a cute pink jacket over a white top and accessorized with a curious silver bell that sat nicely on the cream colored bed of her neck fluff. A cute brown tuft of hair sat between her large ears, decorated by a cute pink bow. A swift breeze passed over him due to her bushy tail swishing in excitement, her bright brown eyes gazing down at her feet with a wide smile; clearly pleased by her recent action.
But as he stared up at her smiling face, their eyes would soon meet; causing the fluffy Pokemorph’s smile to widen.
“Almost didn’t see you there, bug-bait! Didn’t anyone tell you squirts to stay out of the tall grass? Where’s your owner?”
The tiny trainer swallowed the lump in his throat with a loud gulp as he struggled to find the words to reply. The oppressive grass and deadly feral Pokemon around were bad enough, but to have a Pokemorph towering over you was utterly paralyzing. “I-I um…uh. I was shrunk by this one Umbreon,” He replied meekly.
The Eevee’s smile shifted to a more amused one.
“Messed with the wrong dark-type, got Minimized and left to the wilds huh?” The comparatively enormous Eevee asked while shifting on her heels to face him proper. Her other foot settled down next to him with light thump, causing the poor trainer to flinch nervously and shield himself from the flecks of dirt flying his way. She then slowly crouched down into a squat over him, draping her arms over her thighs and knees, “Damn, sucks to be you. A little thing like you might get stepped on or eaten out here,`` she snickered.
He winced at the thought; considering both just nearly happened. “W-well since you just saved my life. Maybe you can get some help or something? I’m sure there’s someone who knows how to get me back to normal,” the trainer replied.
The Eevee’s expression darkened slightly as her lips pulled into a mischievous grin, “Now why the heck would I do all that?”
“H-huh?”
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re no different from the bug I just stepped on. Runts like you are a dime a dozen, y’know. You’re just an insect without a nest to run to,” She slowly stood up to her full height, still staring down at him, “Instead of doing something boring and pointless like trying to get you help, I have a much better idea,” the Eevee tittered, sliding a bare paw away from her flip-flop ever so slightly, “How about I just squish ya? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Any bit of hope was swiftly stripped away from the trainer’s face. The color faded from his face as his mouth and eyes slowly widened in horror over the giant creature’s words. She wasn’t joking, that much he knew. To her, he just merely registered as a bug-type human being. Somehow, someway; he scrambled to his feet and attempted to scamper off into the un-flattened grass in attempts to escape. He wasn’t sure if this was the wisest course of action, but fleeing was the only thing that came to mind.
“Running away?” The Eevee called from above him, “Sure you wanna do that? Sure you don’t want to climb onto my flip-flops instead?”
Ding ding diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~
The sound of a bell rang in his ears.
He came to a sudden stop, his body seemingly frozen.
The bell rang again and his eyes glazed over; his mind slipping into a trance. He then slowly turned around, gazing up at the grinning enormous Eevee, whose fingers hovered near the bell around her neck. She rang it once more and the poor trainer felt a strange calm overcome him. He no longer wanted to escape from her, rather, it was now the complete opposite. He was drawn to her more so than anything.
“Change of plans?” The fluffy not-quite-pocket monster teased while ringing the bell once more, her toes curling anxiously as those wide brown eyes watched him step closer to her.
His head turned toward the nearest caramel-colored paw in sheer awe; his body mindlessly stepping closer to the base of her footwear. “I…I…I want to,” the tiny thing murmured.
“Omigosh! Do you reeeeeeeeally wanna get under my feet? You’re totally doing that, aren’t you?!” She giggled delightfully while sliding back her foot and tilting it up on its heel, watching him clamber onto the soft, squishy, sweat-dampened surface.
The tiny trainer let out a pleased sigh as he crawled upon the foamy surface with a possessed sense of awe. He ran his hands over the dimpled imprints of the adorable monster’s toes; dusty, a little wet, but still quite warm due to their hovering occupants. He then crawled toward the center, shivering while he was overtaken by the mild warmth of her paw. Her heady, humid and slightly musky scent filled his nostrils, causing him to inhale deeply of his surroundings; his tongue lolling out with a heavy pant.
“P-please,” He said in a flat single tone, laying down onto his back with his arms and legs spread while staring up at his manipulator’s raised sole. The fluffy, caramel-colored fur. Those pillowy pink pads. He wanted nothing more than to be smothered underneath him.
The Eevee brought her hands up to her cheeks in mock surprise, “Oh no way! You want this? Really? Truly? Absolutely?” She giggled brightly and grinned, giving her toes a light wiggle. “Well, if you want it THAT badly, I suppose my hands are tied on this one,” said the Pokemon now lowering her foot, “Your wish is my command,” She giggled, pressing her foot down with a warm and pleased gasp.
Her fluffy, van-sized paw rolled over him like a massive, heated blanket with all the bulk of a king-sized bed mattress. She pinned him square and flat between foot and footwear, delighting in his futile squirming underneath her paw. “Now you be a good little guy and behave yourself down there. Or don’t, I don’t care. Either way, we’ve got a loooot of walking to do, so you better get comfy!” The bigvee said with a bright smile, looking to resume her stroll.
And that’s another reason why trainers should stay out of the tall grass.