Chapter #6A demon in his pocket by: Arnsley   “A… a pet?!” Byleth spat incredulously, “you… you will regret those words!”
“Yep, that’s what I said. The cutest pet ever!” Shez smiled, reaching out and gently poking the tiny woman in the abdomen. She yelped and shuffled away in response.
Shez heard voices. Until now, he had been utterly entranced by his reduced rival, as if it were only the two of them in the wide world. He remembered his allies, who he had been fighting alongside not long ago.
“You were the last foe, so I guess we’re leaving now,” Shez said.
“You cannot leave! Not before you put me down!” Byleth demanded.
“You’re coming with me, obviously,” Shez chuckled. He felt his armor, searching his pockets. Upon finding one in his pants big enough to house the tiny Byleth, he slipped her inside.
“What are you doing? No! Don’t put me in there!” she screamed, little limbs fighting as he stuffed her inside.
“You’d better behave in there,” he told her, pushing her further into his pants. The pocket fastened at the top, imprisoning her inside.
“Haha, this is simply perfect! The Ashen Demon is literally in your pocket!” Arval laughed.
“I just hope she stays in there,” Shez said. His hated, feared rival had been reduced to little more than a bump in his pants. He could see her tiny hands search for a way out and feel her tiny body writhing around on his leg. It was ticklish enough to make him smile, but not enough to impede him.
“All right. We’ve won, and claimed the best prize ever,” Shez commented, “couldn’t have a better day’s work if you ask me. Time to head back!”
Byleth struggled a lot at first, wriggling and writhing inside Shez’s pocket. It felt like she was trying everything she could think of to escape. Eventually she seemed to settle down or tire, the tiny woman becoming less active. Shez worried about her a little, every now and then feeling his pants and probing her shrunken body. But she responded every time, attempting to avoid his fingers as he touched her.
If he didn’t feel her in there, Shez would never have believed it. That woman, who slaughtered his previous company and terrorized many a battlefield, had been reduced to a harmless, tiny little captive of his, imprisoned in his pocket. Just thinking about it made him feel giddy with excitement, the mercenary almost skipping at times.
Strangely, Shez felt a need to keep Byleth hidden from everyone. He wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was because she was his personal nemesis, driving him even before he met his current employer. Maybe it was the fear that the others wouldn’t approve, possibly trying to take her away or claim her for themselves. Whatever the case, he carried Byleth in secret. While he and the others were debriefed, he kept one hand clamped over her tiny body, immobilizing her and keeping his pocket pet hidden out of sight. Remembering that the woman he spent so long hating was the size of a mouse and trapped in his trousers, he couldn’t help but smile.
Upon returning to camp, Shez made a beeline for his tent. He remembered he had a box somewhere in his quarters that was the right size to be an enclosure for the shrunken Byleth and was keen to put her inside.
However, her movements had changed. She had long since given up on thrashing around indiscriminately. But she wasn’t entirely docile either. Tracing her body with his fingers, he noticed she was bent over, her arms reaching for something.
Shez stepped inside his tent and drew the flap closed. He wasted no time in fishing the tiny mercenary out of his pocket.
“We’re home!” he told her. Wrapped in his fingers, she merely stared back at him, eyes only slightly widened by fear. Her hair and eyes were still the same strange, green color, but there was none of the fire she had before. Right now, his little pet was behaving herself.
“What have you been up to…?” he asked, remembering her change in behavior. With his free hand, he reached down into his pocket and pulled it inside-out. Something sharp pricked his finger. A tiny object, so small he barely saw it, flew out as he pulled the fabric out. He spotted a hole in the lining, about as wide as his finger.
“Ah, I get it now. You were trying to cut your way out,” Shez realized, “man, now I can’t use that pocket. What a little nuisance!”
He scolded her, gently tapping her on the head. Byleth winced, enduring her punishment, but said nothing. Somehow, tormenting her didn’t seem as fun anymore.
Did I break her or something? Shez wondered. I guess being trapped in a pocket would be traumatic for anyone, even the Ashen Demon.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her squeaky voice somehow without emotion.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he responded, fingers hovering close, “how about… this?”
Shez grabbed her arm, startling the shrunken demon. The little limb was so small, not much longer than the width of his thumb. Her armor had been diminished with her, looking more like a toy than actual protective gear. Byleth resisted only a little before letting her arm go limp, Shez moving it around to test his new toy.
This is super cute. He thought. A complicated swirl of emotions mixed inside him. She was responsible for the death of Berling, and the end of his old company, so there was definitely a desire for revenge in there. Yet there were many other emotions too, including some he didn’t entirely understand.
Shez moved on to Byleth’s legs. Her thighs felt well-toned, as he had expected they would be given how she was such a fierce mercenary. Her tiny boots were utterly adorable. She let out a little squeak as he moved her leg, almost compelling him to apologize.
Wow, those shorts of hers sure are… short.
Shez hadn’t really noticed before. But now that it was quiet, and she was staring up at him from within his hand, he realized how beautiful the tiny woman was. Small yet shapely body, shining green hair, and strangely entrancing eyes. As the two of them gazed at each other, Shez thought he could stay like this forever…
“Shez? Are you in here?”
The voice of his employer. Lacking enough time to hide Byleth, Shez felt like he had been caught with his pants down. He could only glance over as his tent flap lifted… | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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