(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Piper lazily scanned the veritable playground of wonderful ideas that Ally-Gator's Fun-n-Games presented to her, her wicked little mind reeling from the possibilities. She'd never found another girl in such a similar situation to her own, and with such a malleable squishy brother just begging to be pranked and toyed with. Piper was practically on cloud nine coasting through this fun time with her newfound crush, the titanic beauty helping Piper to realize all of her fantasized revenge plots towards her mean jerk of a brother.
Finally, Piper's eyes settled on one game in particular, and the tiny pink-haired girl grinned wildly.
"Take us there, Jenna!" Piper bounced up and down with poorly contained excitement.
Your sister trailed the tiny girl's finger, and smiled. "Alright, I'm liking this plan so far. Show me what you've got!"
As your two maniacal captors crossed the arcade floor, you twitched and vibrated in Jenna's palm, trying to send some sort of mental signal to her that you wanted her to stop, and that these pranks had gone on for too long. In response, sadly, Jenna merely clenched her fist about you tighter, silencing your pathetic pleas. Like it or not, you were in this until Jenna and her new pint-sized friend grew bored...and that seemed highly unlikely.
Reaching Piper's chosen machine of your torment, you caught a glimpse of it through Jenna's fingers, and you mentally gulped in trepidation.
The arcade game was titled "Ally-Gator's Smashing Good Time", and an immediate glance made it clear that the game was designed to mimic the style of "Whack-a-Mole". The large flat play surface of the machine was painted to depict the titular Ally-Gator's gaping maw, jaws spread wide in a toothy grin. Eight holes were cut into her mouth, whereupon eight flesh-painted mechanical arms sculpted to look like Ally-Gator's tongue could emerge at a moment's notice. By the arcade machine's side were two soft mallets styled like Ally-Gator's scaly hands.
On the tip of each of the protruding tongue appendages was, of course, none other than the poor, oft-humiliated Froginner Froat, his eyes wide with panic. As the crunchy audio played stock clips of Ally-Gator's taunting laughs and Froginner's panicked cries, it was clear that the idea of the game was to simulate Ally-Gator eagerly swatting Froginner back into her mouth each time he tried to escape becoming her lunch. The more vicious bonks you landed upon Froginner's head, the more points you scored. If you kept up a combo, your score would multiply, and you'd get a point jackpot for a flawless performance. It was a simple concept game, but hard to perfect with how quick the tongue appendages moved in the final seconds.
It was also (from your perspective as a tiny) objectively horrifying. How could any arcade manufacturer possibly think designing a game that glorified the eating and consuming of terrified sentient beings was a good idea? More worrying still was the fact that three of these "Ally-Gator's Smashing Good Time" machines sat in a row, indicating it was one of the arcade's most popular attractions. Were the unaffected of the world really so tone deaf towards the everyday experience of a tiny?
Of course, you didn't have long to dwell on that, as Piper leapt down from Jenna's shoulder, scooped you up into her arms, and hopped down onto the surface of the middle game station. You thrashed and flailed your flattened body, but Piper's uncrushed form and slight but noticeable height advantage made it easy for her to overpower you and keep you crushed.
As the game was currently in stand-by mode, all of the tongue appendages were out at once (giving the comical impressing that Ally-Gator had eight tongues and eight Froginner snacks). Approaching the tongue right in the middle of the play surface, Piper shimmied onto the top, and walked right up to Froginner. Then, with a proud smirk on her face, she laid you down on Froginner's flattened head (the poor frog having been modeled to look as if he'd already taken a few too many mallet smacks). Kneading your body into the plastic model frog, Piper rubbed down your creases and flattened you out like a little sticker.
Blowing you a mock kiss, the pink-haired tiny terror leapt from the tongue and eagerly scrambled back onto Jenna's palm. Your sister already had an eager smile on her face, and the sight sent butterflies through the tiny girl's stomach.
"So, now we play?" Jenna surmised, reaching for a token. "Let little Matt help us get a high score?"
To Jenna's shock, Piper shook her head. "Nope! Now, we watch!" The girl declared, and pointed to a bench a few feet away. "Let's sit over there."
Confused, but willing to let her tiny friend take the reins, Jenna obliged, shuffling over to the bench and sitting down. No sooner had she done so, then a trio of young twenty-somethings bustled into the arcade through the front entrance, laughing and chatting with one another. Jenna's eyes briefly passed over the trio's fairly stunning beauty, but her brief bit of sexual attraction turned instead to startled delight as the girl's strolled right over to the row of "Ally-Gator's Smashing Good Time" machines.
Piper loosed another cackle. "Hah! Knew it!" The girl grinned deviously. "I mentioned I do a lot of people watching, right? Well, at about this time every week day, these three girls show up. They play basically every game, but for some reason they always start with this one. And damn, they're really good!" Piper giggled. "They have all the high scores."
Jenna couldn't help but laugh. "Huh. So I guess we'll just leave it to the professionals then!" She laughed again, and Piper joined in, the tiny girl blushing bright with pride.
True to their summation, the girl who had positioned herself in front of the machine you were stuck to slotted a token into the game, cracked her knuckles, and then dual-wielded the mallets. Cockiness glinted in her eyes...but not a shred of recognition, as she failed to spot you amidst the distracting flashing lights and music of the arcade. As the tongue and frog you were stuck to retracted back into the machine's depths, you trembled with fear, and renewed your efforts to reform, but to no avail.
At last, the moment of truth arrive, as the game commenced. Befitting of the status of the middle tongue, yours was the first to emerge from Ally-Gator's mouth. Of course, you only got one second of light before the girl launched a mallet at you at blistering speed and superhuman reaction time.
The mallet slammed into your tiny body, decimating you. You mutely groaned in pain from the aftershock of the hit, and you could feel your body stick just that little bit tighter to the plastic frog underneath you. You were then thrown jerkily back into the machine's depths, only to emerge ten seconds later. Yet again, a mallet pounded into your bruised body, knocking the proverbial wind out of you and sending your senses reeling. It was hell like you'd hadn't ever quite experienced it before.
A few feet away, Jenna was just barely holding in her laughter, whereas Piper was practically roaring with unrestrained cackling. Your sister spared her tiny companion a gleeful expression. She'd never had someone to share in her fun of creative little pranks before, and she was truly having more fun than she'd ever dared to have today thanks to Piper. Collette was a faint blip in your sister's mind by now.
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