Quentina soared over the shimmering skyline of Toweral, her wings slicing gracefully through the air as the city bustled below. It should have felt freeing, the wind caressing her long hair, the cool air brushing against the exposed parts of her elegant gown, but instead, it made her acutely aware of everything...mainly, howbouncy everything felt when she moved.
"...I can see why some girls have trouble with large breasts."She thought bitterly, adjusting her flight pattern to make a cleaner descent toward the wide streets below.
She landed with a soft but commanding click of her heels and her wings withdrew, and, of course, immediately drew attention. The crowd of city-goers, merchants, and travelers almost immediately slowed around her, turning curious...verycurious eyes toward the beautiful, unfamiliar figure now walking among them.
Quentina, blushing, tried to ignore the lingering stares, the hushed murmurs, and the not-so-subtle double takes. "Ugh...this is so embarrassing..." She muttered under her breath, crossing her arms tightly under her bosom in an attempt to hide some of her...unwanted assets. But that only seemed to emphasize her chest even more, much to her growing annoyance.
"...Smooth, Andross....I get gender-swapped thanks to this stupid crown and now I'm a walking eye-candy for the men..." She grumbled as she walked faster, her heels clicking a bit sharper now against the paved stone paths of the city. She kept her gaze ahead, trying not to meet the gawking stares of flustered men and blushing women alike.
Despite her best efforts to blend in or at least escape from the stares, a faint sensation prickled at the back of her mind.
Her Dragon Glare, one of the two Dranguas' racial abilities, flared inside her like a warning bell. It appears one, or rather several, were following her, shadowing her steps in the crowd, just out of immediate sight. Her visible crimson eye narrowed sharply, her senses sharpening.
"Hmph. At least someone is bold enough to follow me...hmm, that spot will do."
Without missing a beat, Quentina suddenly ducked into a side alley, a narrow stone passageway between two large market buildings, her heels barely making a sound now as she moved with predatory grace.
The alley was dim and empty, a perfect spot to deal with unwanted attention without causing a public scene. She leaned casually against the wall, one long leg crossed over the other, her arms folded under her chest, looking for all the world like she was simply waiting for someone.
Seconds later, a group of five rough-looking thugs crept cautiously into the mouth of the alley, clearly thinking they had cornered an easy target.
The biggest one, a towering brute with a missing tooth and a leering grin, stepped forward. "Well, well...what do we have here? You lost, sweetheart?" He said, his voice oozing mock sympathy.
Another one, a scrawny guy with greasy hair, snickered. "Maybe she needs protection... from all the bad people 'round here."
The others chuckled lowly, spreading out to block the exit.
Quentina’s lips curled into a slow smile. "Lost? Me? I don't know about that." Her smooth, alluring voice carried a chilling undertone. She pushed herself off the wall with a lazy, fluid motion, the slit of her dress flashing a glimpse of her toned leg as she sauntered closer.
"Hey, look at that crown on her head. She must be a princess." The thugs' snickers grew louder at that comment, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
"Princess, huh? Then I guess those horns are for cosplay." Sneered the leader, flashing a crooked grin. "Well, boys...looks like we just found ourselves a royal prize."
He cracked his knuckles threateningly, clearly expecting the beautiful, curvaceous woman before them to tremble in fear, to plead or bargain.
Instead, Quentina simply huffed at his threats. "Prize, huh?" She echoed mockingly, taking a few steps before stopping in front of him. "I think you and your friends here are a bit...too small for a prize like me." She remembers Viz being shrunken down by some commanding words that revolve around the word 'small'.
The leader took a step forward, reaching out to grab her arm, but before he could so much as brush her skin, a radiant pulse of light burst from the crown. The thugs barely had time to react — a sensation like a sudden gust of wind blasted over them — before the entire group began rapidly diminishing in size.
Their surroundings ballooned impossibly around them; towering stone walls, massive discarded crates, even tiny pebbles became obstacles the size of boulders.
Within mere heartbeats, the five tough-looking thugs were reduced to a pathetic cluster of ant-sized men, squeaking in terror as they stumbled over the uneven cracks of the alleyway.
Quentina blinked once, looking down with an arched brow at the newly-miniaturized troublemakers now no bigger than her pinky finger. She slowly bent at the waist, her heels clicking slightly against the stone as she crouched, her shadow engulfing the tiny would-be assailants.
"My goodness..." she chuckled as she rested her chin lightly on her knuckles with a smirk, watching them scurry helplessly. "I knew you were small, but this is just adorable."
The leader, now barely visible but her Glare able to see him, tried to puff up his chest and shout something defiant, but it came out as little more than a squeaky, pitiful chirp. His comrades weren’t much better, scrambling frantically away from the sheer enormity of the towering woman above them.
"Now then...what to do with you, bugs?"
Standing at full height, Quentina musingly taps her foot. The rhythmic, booming sound of her heel striking the ground made the tiny men flinch with each impact, the vibrations making their miniature world tremble beneath them.
Quentina tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading like a silk curtain over one shoulder as she rested a hand on her hip. Her crimson eye gleamed mischievously as she comes up with some playful or rather deadly ideas for the tiny thugs.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
