Chapter #8Licensed not Luggage by: Unknown "What do you mean by 'licensing contract'?" you squeaked out, the gravity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Steph's smile was reassuring, but something about the way she held the pen out to you made you feel like you were signing away your soul. "It's just a formality, really. Since you're both going to be part of the movie, we need to make sure that everything is above board for the trip. It's only for the duration of the flight. We wouldn't want any trouble with customs, now would we?"
Mari looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern. You swallowed hard, knowing you didn't have much of a choice. If Rika had her way, you'd be in her pocket, her personal plaything for the entire trip. With Cass as a witness, you had to trust her. You nodded to Piper, who looked at you skeptically but took the pen and signed her name with a dramatic flair, not realizing the gravity of what you were both agreeing to.
"Good, good," Steph said, taking the paper and sliding it into a folder. "Now, let's get you two little ones ready for boarding. We don't want to miss our flight, do we?"
The director turned to the bustling airport staff, barking out orders in a commanding tone that was vastly different from the sweetness she had used with you. Two burly men approached, each holding a large, clear plastic box. They had small airholes punched into the sides and were lined with soft, velvety material.
"You'll be traveling as carry-on," Steph announced, handing over the licensing contract. "We've had these custom-made for our tinies' comfort. It's all perfectly legal and safe, I assure you."
Your mom's eyes searched yours for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure about this, honey?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. You nodded, trying to appear more confident than you felt.
"Yeah, Mom, it's cool," Jenna said, though the worry lines on her forehead suggested she wasn't entirely convinced. She gently picked Piper up and placed her in her own plastic box. "Just remember, you're a professional now, okay?" she whispered, giving her a wink.
"But what if something goes wrong?" Piper whispered back, her voice barely audible as she clutched onto the bars of her new travel cage.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Jenna assured her, though the tightness in her voice suggested she was trying to convince herself as much as Piper.
The burly men took the boxes and placed them into the overhead compartments, one for each of you. As the aircraft took off, the sensation was like nothing you had ever experienced before. The gentle vibrations of the plane's engines resonated through the plastic, and the change in pressure made your ears pop. The roar of the engines was muffled, but the feeling of being contained, of being so small and helpless, was overwhelming.
You watched as the lights of the city below grew smaller and smaller until they were nothing but a distant blur. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety as you realized just how far you were from home, and how little control you had over your own fate.
The sound of the overhead compartment opening snapped you out of your daze. You squinted upwards to see the outlines of Steph and Izzy leaning over you. The plane's cabin lights cast an eerie glow over their faces, making them look almost ominous.
"How are our little stars holding up?" Steph asked, her voice echoing slightly in the enclosed space.
"We're okay," you called up, trying to keep the apprehension out of your voice.
"Good, good," Steph said, her tone a bit too cheery for your liking. "But I'm afraid it's time we put those licenses to good use. You two are going to be the talk of the movie set when we land."
"Wait, what?" Piper's voice was a mix of fear and anger. "You said it was just for the flight!"
"And it is," Steph assured her, her smile never wavering. "But if we don't get some footage of you both interacting on the plane, how will we convince everyone that you're actually licensed? It's all about the authentic experience, darlings."
Mrs. Steph's words were interrupted by the sound of muffled giggling. Looking over, you saw that Rika had sidled up next to them, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Izzy here has a fantastic prank in mind for our flight," Rika said, her voice a sweet, dangerous purr. "She's been dying to show it to me."
Izzy's face lit up with excitement. "Oh, please, Mrs. Steph, can I borrow him?" she asked, her eyes wide with hope. "It's totally harmless, I promise!"
Steph looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but only if you keep it PG-13. We don't want any issues with the airline, after all."
With a wink, Rika took your box out of the compartment, her grip surprisingly gentle despite the malicious glint in her eye. She leaned in closer to your mom, whispering something that made her laugh nervously. Then, with a mischievous smirk, she turned and disappeared down the aisle, followed closely by the eager Izzy. Your heart pounded as you felt the plastic box being carried away from the safety of the cabin and into the unknown depths of the aircraft.
Steph looked down at you, her expression unreadable behind the reflection in her glasses. "Looks like I've got my hands full with Piper," she said to your mom. "But don't worry, I've got a few ideas for how to pass the time with our other little star."
Mrs. Steph held up the plastic box with a sigh. "You know, I had way too many tacos at the airport," she confessed to Piper. "And now, I'm feeling a bit... bloated. It's going to be a real problem on this flight unless..."
"You don't mean..." Piper's eyes grew wide as the implication sank in.
"Oh, but I do," Steph said with a mischievous grin. "You see, I've got some gassy issues, and I need someone to... sniff it out for me, make sure it's all okay down there."
Piper's face turned beet red with embarrassment. "You want me to smell your farts?" she squeaked.
Steph nodded, her smile widening. "It's all part of the job, little one," she said with a wink. "Consider it... an initiation."
With trembling hands, Steph took Piper's plastic box and held it closer to her body. You watched in horror as the director bent slightly, the waistband of her khaki pants stretching. The fabric of her underwear was taut against her skin, hinting at the flatulence that was to come.
"Ready, little Piper?" Steph taunted, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she held the box.
"N-no, please," Piper stuttered, her eyes watering with the anticipation of the humiliating act she was about to endure.
But Steph was unfazed, continuing to lower the plastic box. "Don't worry," she said, "it's all for the sake of science, right?"
With a final shove, Piper disappeared into the abyss of Steph's pants, her muffled protests swallowed by the fabric. You felt a pang of terror and pity for your friend as the director's hand disappeared, leaving no trace of Piper.
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