title: Mistaken Speck aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Junksters] id: [49824302] date: 星期日, 十一月 20日 2022, 11:41:20 晚上 modified: 星期日, 十一月 20日 2022, 11:47:12 晚上
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Mistaken Speck
Author: Junksters Source: Mistaken Speck
Saren tests his newly developed Spectre technology on an unwilling human.
Saren peered down at the small human below, viewing the results of his newly developed size alteration mod. He had this project secretly developed for his omnitool while aboard his ship, feeling that such a device would aid him on his missions. The device’s initial purpose was to make the transportation and elimination of his targets easier, allowing for the spectre to carry tiny prisoners on board or, more often than not, easily dispose and clean up of any who opposed the council. In addition to this though, the spectre planned to utilize this mod in other ways off mission.
A human, one he had come across in a back alley, had been the unwilling test subject for this experiment. The result spoke for itself. The human now stood at only a centimeter tall, looking dazed and confused as he scanned his whereabouts, his gaze catching the gait of the now towering turian.
“An interesting scenario, isn’t it?” Saren began, his voice booming and laced with pure malice. “Standing at such an insignificant height. It’s very fitting for a species as repulsive as humanity. Unfortunately, I cannot reduce you vile creatures as often as I see fit.”
The spectre paced around the small human, leaning down to loosen his boot before proceeding to pull his foot out. Saren stood tall once more, directing his foot over the human, wiggling his toes. “But today, I can start with you. After all human, you will serve me.”
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While touring the woods in a shrunken state, a turian meets another of his kind and finds himself under their heel.
The deep woods had a beauty all their own. Untouched by the ravages of wider galaxy, here there were only high bark and verdant leaves. Visited only by rogue hikers, it was a sight few ever sought out.
Fewer still that stayed long. Yet at the forest floor, the forest had one visitor. A tiny visitor. Smaller than the moving speck of an ant, as they crawled through the towering grass.
A turian, plates of pale gray and mandibles twitching. Clad in white armor with a cloak strewn over one shoulder, he certainly carried the imperial pride of the Hierarchy. But maybe not the gravitas.
Vylax stopped. Like he did every few minutes, he took the opportunity to stand still on the soil and truly appreciate the world around him. Glancing up, the blades of grass that surrounded him on all sides seemed like the most massive trees, thin bodies stretching high into the heavens. The wind made them sing with a gentle rustle, unheard to any but the tiniest ears.
Beyond those, a haze. He could just barely make out a vague blur of immense shapes beyond, stretching right into space from his humble plot upon the earth. Trees. More massive than any skyscraper, living gods of wood standing tall. The light between their leaves seemed like glowing suns, dancing together as their branches danced in the breeze.
He breathed in and out, then turned his attention back to the earth at his feet. Just in time to see the immense shape of something scuttle between the grass towers. A spooked insect, scuttling away from something far-unseen.
He tapped one of his two-toed boots upon the soft loam around him. "Man. I wonder how far I've gone."
Impossible to say. He remembered being told a rule of claw for gauging distance when they'd first shrunk him down, but now it was only a vague memory. Though even after days of wandering, he couldn't gotten far. Far if he were normal-sized, that is. As it stood he might as well have been in another solar system.
He'd been to dozens of worlds. Gazed upon strange horizons almost nobody had ever borne witness to, yet it was this that was the strangest of all. Looking up at the world from the perspective of a serpio.
The tiny spots of the galaxy. They called themselves humans, but over the years the initial turian name for the little things stuck. Never taken seriously or treated well due to their size, the bite-sized mammals were nonetheless persistent. Enough to get their own place on the Citadel. Enough to pounce on shrinking technology, when it became available. And now anyone could see the world through their eyes. Learn what it really meant to be truly, truly small.
He stood up on his clawed feet, raising a palm flat above his avian eyes.
"If I had just an inch..." he muttered, then planted back onto the dirt.
Vylax was actually starting to get worried. He'd last since his tour group a week ago. Separated from him by his own wanderlust, and spirits only knew where they were now. Probably looking for him.
"Helloooooo!"
He called out, just in case they might be around. But a futile effort, tiny voice smothered by the ample earth.
Nothing. They couldn't hear him. He definitely couldn't hear them, especially over the low howl of the wind. A breeze to normal turians, but to him like a distant hurricane floating ominously in the heavens.
When no answer came, he simply shrugged. "Oh well. I'll find 'em eventually."
Something told him he probably should be more worried about his predicament, but an equally convincing voice kept reminding him: he's chosen this. Signed the waiver and everything. He'd sympathized with the plight of serpioity, how often other aliens took advantage of them due to the astronomical difference in size. Leaving them helpless under their feet, or simply unaware they were there at all.
It certainly gave him a new appreciation for his old size. He'd never tease a serpio's height again. Or at least for a while.
Some of him actually enjoyed this, seeing the world anew, old lands made into new frontiers.
He scratched his fringe. Still. Maybe it was about time to get serious about retracing his steps...
thump.
A dull tremor slithered under his feet. He braced and glanced up, wondering if a stray drop from the treetops had landed nearby. That'd already happened once and he'd nearly gotten carried in the current. But nothing. The air was clear and dry. Only the shadows of immense birds, eclipsing the ground far below.
thump.
Again a great force uncurled beneath him. Power to it, low and distant yet a bit louder than before. Closer.
thump.
Closer. The force now reached up into his shins, rattling his bones and plates to tell him that something vast was approaching. In a consistent cadence, one great pounding thud after another.
Footsteps! The unmistakable gait of an upright alien, marching toward him on an assured path.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Much closer now. The force of every step nearly lifted Vylax off his feet, and he realized now that whoever it was, they probably couldn't see him.
Neither could he. He could hear them, but under the great blades of grass he might as well have been blind.
"Need high ground!" he declared aloud, "I mean, high for me." A quick search around yielded favor: a stone pebble, half-buried in mud with one end stuck high. He dashed towards it as the explosions arched beneath him. Even the grass around him jostled under now, weaving under every drumbeat under the earth.
Vylax sprinted over to the tiny stone. He leaped over the mud moat, then scrambled onto the rock's surface. Smooth to a normal being, but to a turian his size cratered with hundreds of cracks and crevices. They sped his ascent as he climbed up, right to the very rounded peak of his personal mountain.
He gasped as he reached the top, doubling over to catch his breath.
THUMP!
The traveling force knocked under him. He lost his balance and nearly his place on the stone, but righted himself at the last minute. Just above the blades now, he could peer off a measure into the forest's floor until that too broke into the vast horizon.
Greatness stood before him. A shadow massive beyond imagining. It smothered the light of the canopy, burying Vylax's humble spot of dirt into a looming patch of pitch black.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
And getting closer. It was every effort just to stay on his perch, narrowing at this colossal thing approaching him in a smooth strut. Slowly his eyes adjusted, the figure's colors fading into view.
Finally he realized what approached and leaned back with shock. A...turian! A turian in orange clothes, collar high around his neck and face painted with harsh lines of red and feet clad in shiny black boots. Taller than the world, the great giant casually marched towards him with eyes fixed straight ahead.
It was all he could do not to tumble off the pebble in shock. His mouth dropped open, mandibles with it, slack in full view of the looming titan. It was now and only now he truly gained an appreciation for his lack of size. Not even an insect before his vast visitor, barely even a speck standing on the tiny rock half-gone in muck.
"Woah..."
The giant kept his approach, crushing the soil beneath him with every titanic step. Like a force of nature, unstoppable and utterly dwarfing anything Vylax could do to stop him.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMBP!
The giant stopped. The quakes of his steps oozed into the earth, melting with the dirt until stability once again returned. Vylax now well his rump, gazing up at the immense member of his species.
The kaiju of a turian had come to stop just next to his rock. Even the foot of his boots were larger than any palace; the blades of grass that seemed so large just moments ago now under heel, trampled flat without notice or worry.
It almost hurt his neck just to look up. Awed utterly at this living, breathing mountain that had deigned to pay him a visit. His heart shuddered at the thought, finally understanding that this was the world of serpios. Insignificant little motes under far greater beings.
His eyes floated downward. Back to the giant's boots, shiny black with a single red stripe over the heels. A heel that massive could crush a whole serpio neighborhood in one single stomp.
How many serpios had he nearly stomped, completely unaware?
...How many had the giant above him? Or worse, used his size to intentionally grind victims into the earth? He wasn't proud of it, but Vylax's people had garnered a bit of a reputation for reminding serpios "of their place".
His heart beat a motion faster. Now it was his turn to feel what serpios did. The powerlessness. The feeling of being so very, very small and the knowledge that this gargantuan being could do anything it wanted to him.
Anything.
Maybe it was best they know he was here. Just in case they decided to make a "misstep". He raised his arms, mandibles flared as he called out with a high shout. "Hey! Hey! Down here!"
The giant paid him no heed. Instead, they reached into their clothes and pulled out a canteen and put it to his plated lips. The water rushed into his mouth, a sparkling river trailing down his throat as he greedily gulped its contents.
Vylax kept waving his arms. Maybe if he stood on his toes...?
His thoughts were cut short when he noticed something else. The massive turian took no care to keep the water in his mouth, and now one of his mandibles were utterly soaked and its sharp end forming a single fat drop of water. To him, nothing worth noting.
To Vylax...
The droplet snapped free. It fell as a sparkling meteor, clear and crystal as it zoomed larger towards the earth.
Right towards him.
He bent his knees in wild shock. "Ah, spirits!" he shouted, then threw his belly onto the pebble's surface and covered his head. The drop whistled like a falling bomb in its moments. Then contact. A great hissing splash filled the air as the water's contents smashed right next to Vylax's rock, throwing the air thick with spray and moisture.
Vylax sunk his claws into the rock, grabbing tight just as a brief sea washed over his skin. It slammed into him like a wall, rushing through his then over the pebble's surface. With all his strength he held on, clutched for dear life as the water's rush dipped below his neck. He gasped for air as the rest fell over, dripping over the stone and leaving it a shiny jewel amongst the earth.
Vylax spat. He felt he'd just swallowed an ocean, fish and all. And when he glanced up, he saw the turian still drinking from his canteen. Not even on the giant's radar. Just a casualty of slaked thirst.
The humongous turian finally ran dry and tucked the iron back into his pocket. Raising one arm, his arm became wrapped in the telltale glow of an omnitool's glowing hold. He began to type on it, eyes focused on the tool's wide screen.
Finally, the giant spoke, in a voice that shook Vylax down to his marrow. Base, and like all turians, carried with an almost harmonic flange to his tone. He seemed...disappointed.
"Hmmmm. I'm beginning to think this is the wrong forest." He tapped on his tool's screen, consternation growing as he swiped to the left. "No, I will not recommend your GPS." He swiped again, and his brows dropped to clear annoyance. "No, I will not take your survey!"
The monster high above continued to grumble, pushing through screen after screen of insistent prompts.
Vylax realized he wasn't going to catch the turian's attention where he was. And considering how lost he was, this giant was probably his only ticket back to civilization for a while. But on this rock, at his side? He had a better chance tripping him.
Time for something direct. With careful steps he navigated down the slippery rock, dropping once again into the forest of green blades. He sprinted through the room, eyes fixed above on the massive landmark standing over everything.
A thicket of younger grass lay above him, blocking the route ahead. He pressed through, stumbling forth with an awkward steps until he crashed face-first into hard, solid surface.
"Ow!"
He backpedaled, rubbing his head while stars danced before him. Only then did he realize its source. Looking up, he found himself standing at the very edge of the turian's boots. From this angle he couldn't even see the turian, only high blackness that stretched higher into the turian's distant greaves. He swore he could almost see clouds, floating silent between the titan's legs.
All he had to do now was...
He blanked. What could he do? With lack of options he reared back a fist and planted it hard into the boot's shiny surface. The breathing landmark was still unaware, still idly checking their gadget while Vylax's claws throbbed in pain.
The giant turian shrugged. With a flick of his wrist his omnitool vanished, and he glanced back to the twisting forest. "Meh," he muttered, and glanced down to his boots.
It rose like a rocket. On instinct Vylax grabbed it, claws sunk into the polymer as he was raised an inch off the ground. Wind soared over his back as he drove skyward, coming to rest as the giant nonchalantly regarded his footwear.
"This was not worth my good boots for," he commented.
Vylax's vision twirled like a pinwheel. Colors smeared in a vague circle before him, until he shook his head and restored a semblance of balance. He sunk his claws deeper into the boot's surface, pressing with all his might to keep a firm hold. As he squeezed tight, the giant turian's voice called out. Empty of its annoyed tone, now filled with one of...recognition.
"Wait a minute..."
Vylax looked up. The giant had glanced down, right upon Vylax's portion of their boot.
Their eyes met.
The gigantic turian lifted his foot a smidge more, squinting down at the tiny speck below him. "Can't be..." His whole demeanor shifted. Their lingering frown vanished, replaced with an amused smile of epiphany. Their mandibles drooped to reveal a turian smile, rows of swordy teeth lining their maw. "Well, well, well. Now what are the odds I come into the woods and bump into a serpio?"
Vylax blinked. "A serpio? I'm not-"
A second gust of wind battered Vylax as his high host snapped their boot back to the ground. The whole world quaked under the blow, and he rolled off helplessly as the great shape above him turned. And even that brought a wave of air, threatening to blow him over as he scrambled to his feet.
He stood, slack-jawed, fixed in wonder as the behemoth's size truly sunk in.
The grand turian placed his hands on his hips, mirth growing upon the tiny dot before him. "And here I thought there was nobody else out here. Or at least, nobody important. Ain't that right, serpio?"
A chill went up Vylax's spine. He knew that tone. He'd heard it in other turians when they talked about how much they loved to bully their tiny victims. They thought he was serpio! So small he couldn't be more than a tiny blip in the turian's gaze!
The hulking giant leaned over, again shading the sun with his humongous form. "You lost, speck? I could've stepped on you, you know."
He could have. It only now sunk in now how very, very easily the giant could've crushed Vylax flat without even noticing. And he would've just kept going, never knowing the fate of his victim.
A tiny spark jumped up Vylax's back. There was something...thrilling about it. Being at the wide feet of this looming god, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop him.
And the way the giant was looking at him, they thought the same. A naughty flash danced along their teeth, mandibles dancing in planned mischief. The look of a turian planning something...uncouth.
They raised one leg, gales of wind carried with it as they brought it carefully over Vylax's head. With a sniper's precision, the very tip of the giant's great armored toe bumped against Vylax's fringe. The force of it knocked him to the earth, planting him on his back. His eyes went wide, wider as he found himself pinned by the gigantic turian above him.
He felt himself sink in, staring up into his bully's eyes who showed no remorse for his plight.
"Gotcha," he chuckled. "Don't want you running away. You serpios are quick when you wanna be."
Vylax squirmed under his prison. But a futile effort. He was was trapped under the big toe of a being a million times bigger than him. What could he possibly do to escape? He was a bug. An insect. A little pinch of dust that this turian titan had deigned to give attention. Subject to this humiliating pin.
He was pressed further into the dirt, hard enough to press a turian-shaped indent into the soil.
The giant turian wiggled his toe, smiling down at the struggling ant below him. "That's right. You know your place, don't you?"
A blush blossomed in full over Vylax's face. Hidden by his hard skin, but he could feel the rush of blood in his face as the heavy weight pressed on him above. So this was what being a serpio was like. Nothing but a plaything for something greater, teased to a shuddering wreck by force beyond his control.
He...
Liked it.
Degrading though it was, he shuddered with an unsteady sigh at the turian ground him to dust. The bullying giant only pressed further, testing the limits of his micro victim with a mean smirk.
"I swear," he said, "the only thing you serpios are good is this. Not that it's not a valuable service."
Suddenly, he pulled away. His chest free, Vylax gasped in a welcome gulp of air. He breathed hard, then out with a gasp as the titan shadowing him raised one boot. The reached down to the heel and tugged tight, and in a single draw slowly slid off their shiny footwear.
Out of it slid the turian's foot; a toe-toed titanic wall of flesh an armor. Crowned by sharp claws, both digits wiggled as they came free from their prison of leather and rubber.
The giant turian took the boot in one hand, holding it over Vylax like a pendulum. "Knew there was a reason I didn't wear socks today." They stayed silent for a beat, letting the implication slowly settle onto Vylax's small shoulders.
He didn't need words. Not as he hoisted his scaled foot back over his victim, sole hanging dangerously over his tiny victim.
Vylax stood in the shade of his greater, frozen like an animal caught in a floodlight. Transfixed at the sight above him. A sole that seemed to stretch for miles. Plates on its sides, but the bottom soft and gray with dunes of wrinkles rolling through the middle of their flesh.
And sweat. A whole galaxy of it, shining like morning due upon the ceiling of skin above him. Moist and large, tiny pinches of moisture dripping down from its planetary grandness.
What could Vylax say? A part of him had hoped this would happen. Run into another turian and be subjected to all the sweet little teasing so often reserved for serpios. He didn't even have to ask! A genuine victim, just another speck for his attacker to do with as he pleased.
Grinning wide, the turian lowered his massive foot. It smothered the air and light. It smothered everything as it bore down upon him, carrying with it the earthy whiff of turian flesh.
Vylax threw up his arms on instinct. But a useless gesture as the foot's wall knocked him straight down, right onto his back. And instantly, trapped. An unbreakable prison of flesh enveloped him, casting him to total darkness. Dark, dank black, slathering him with the sweaty beads of the giant's undersole. A cell of unbearable tightness and choking musk; the giant turian's scent was overwhelming, sharp in the nose and finding its way into every pour. A smell sweet and sour, one he hated yet one he craved.
All the more when the foot shifted, and he found himself dragged deeper into the soil. The turian's sole twisted above him, grinding him into the earth like a discarded cig. It was all he could do just to hold on, feeling as if he'd break at any moment.
Yet in all the chaos, bliss. The joke was on his captor; he was into this. More than he realized, more than he could've ever imagined. He was addicted to this turian's mean attentions, brought under heel and helpless to stop him. Addicted to his sweat, staining his body with salty liquid that even now coated his body.
Addicted to his musk, so deep in him now he was sure it would never was off.
The giant was all too amused. He crossed his arms as he continued to rub out his feeble victim, shaking his head with an amused rumble. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're enjoying this. But it's not about what you want, is it?"
Vylax tried to reply, but his open mouth was flooded with the scent of the turian's sweat, gagging him to quiet as he was dragged deeper and deeper and deeper into the soft soil.
"Not even fighting back. And here I thought you serpios hated getting treated like this..."
He lifted his foot. Air! Fresh and welcome air rushed in to replace the stale must of his foot. Vylax gasped, coating his lungs with the welcome oxygen until his senses returned. And with it, a sense of emptiness. It'd felt right being pressed into the ground. Like it was where he belonged. Just like the giant said.
The huge turian's foot hovered over him now, dangling precariously as the giant rubbed his chin. "Hmmmm. You're alone, aren't you?"
"I-"
"Don't bother speaking. Can't hear you down there anyway. But since you are alone, that means there won't be any witnesses, right?"
The great mass of alien gave Vylax no time to reply as he reached down to the buckle of his pants. He pulled down the belt, the fabric loosening around his wide waist in frumpled wrinkles. To the body underneath. To turian flesh, hard plates covering softer skin locked like armor between. Their chest like an arrow, pointing directly down to the space between the giant's legs.
There, thin yet luscious in fresh fluid, a turian slit. Slick and ready in the color of deepest ocean the tip of the turian's cock already peeking out from beyond the folds.
The giant pulled his pants down further, eyes telling a novel's worth of evil intent. "Always wanted to do this to a serpio..."
Vylax had yet to recover from his sole-grinding. Too stunned to react, he only stood still. Helpless to run or flee as the turian pinched two claws around his torso, then dragged him callously through the void.
Right to the slit. To the dark cavern beyond, wet and dripping with a high need for release. Did this turian have any shame?!
Vylax hoped not.
"Hope you don't get lost in there," the giant said as he pressed his dot a little closer. "I'll just make sure you take the scenic route~!" And without another word, he drove his finger forward. Into blue, wet walls soaked with slimy fluid.
A new type of soaking scent coated Vylax as he was forced inward along the turian's wet walls. Sticky fluid coated him, staining him with strands of goo and fluid. Dragged relentlessly along the giant's sensitive walls, bringing hard groans of delight with every movement.
The giant turian sighed in satisfied joy, lolling out his dark blue tongue from the pinpoint of pleasure brought by his new toy. "Ahhhh~! You're pretty good at this, serpio~!"
To Vylax, words muffled to nothing. He couldn't hear anything lost in his world of wet darkness, drenched and ruined trapped in this turian's inner cave. All he could do was relent. Release and go limp, knowing everything that happened was at the mercy of his captor.
He wasn't a serpio. But he might as well have been, tortured so sweetly by a turian like this. Would they ever even figure out he was one of his kind? Maybe this was his fate now, the permanent toy of something that outclassed him in every way.
The turian quaked, shuddering with a brief peak of release. He sighed out, his voice carrying a hiss of warm satisfaction. "Hhmmmmm. I think that's enough for now."
The turian yanked out his tiny prize. Brisk, nearly frigid air slammed against Vylax as he was hoisted out and up, dangled by his shirt over the vast stretch of earth below.
"I think I'll keep you," the turian voiced. "I'm sure nobody will miss you..."
Vylax twisted in the giant's grip. "Wait, what? I have to-"
They didn't care. They casually drifted their grip over to the discarded boot, then plunged their hands inside. Into musty darkness, twinged with the high scent of sweat over the walls. Their fingers released, leaving Vylax staring up at the hole of the boot and the light beyond. But not for long. His heart jumped against his chest as he saw the giant turian's foot hover above it.
Then, slowly, lovingly, pressed in. Vylax scrambled for cover, but it was too late. The sole was on him, and he found himself against planted into a floor of fiber, trapped underneath by a world of turian flesh above. Even sweatier than before, the boot like a sauna as sweat dripped over his body as salty rain.
Trapped.
Just another speck for the turian's amusement.
The giant twisted his boot's sole into the earth, fitting it back over his foot. Now with a tiny tiny sensation right under the middle of his sole.
Right where it belonged.
"There!" he declared, "now you're traveling in style." He tapped it once for good luck, relishing the image of his little trapped victim struggling to be free. With a smile he turned, turian under his heel, and walked back onto the forest trail.
With any luck, he'd find his speck some friends.