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Judging by her confidence, Phoenix suspected that Franziska thought she had him completely subject to her whims now. She was wrong, but he didn't need to show her that quite yet. She was distracted, and so he took a moment to scan the area. He spied a small parking area behind a building near their position, and he finalized his plan.
Moments later, Franziska eased back from him and hooked her arm beneath his. He stood, his bare feet making the space around him quake on impact, but he pulled away from Franziska as she began to move.
Pretending to stumble, he reached down to the parking area as Franziska scoffed at him and led the way to an adjoining park. Near to the ground, he could hear jumbled, tiny voices, and the sounds of the traffic being thrown into chaos by the sudden presence of two people a couple of hundred feet tall at least.
In Phoenix's mind, he imagined that Franziska was planning to pin him to the grassy ground of the park and extract whatever pleasure she wanted from him. It wouldn't quite go that way, he had decided.
Barely a second after Franziska stepped into the vicinity of the park, Phoenix shifted up behind her and snaked an arm around her stomach. She twitched, her smirking expression faltering, but he didn't give her time to respond; having eased a box truck he had snatched from the ground into his fingers (they were so unbelievably small already and so light...), he brought his hand up between Franziska's thighs and pressed the vehicle right to her labia.
She halfway stifled a gasp, but couldn't keep it silent. Phoenix heard her cursing quietly, but he had done his job already. Pushing his fingertip against the truck, he pushed it right inside of her until he felt the lips of her pussy grazing over his skin.
Her thighs scissored in on his hand, but it was too late for her to stop him.
Her posture sinking to a shaky, slightly hunched one, she whirled around to face him.
By now, the pair was so enormously large that Franziska's motion obliterated a considerably percentage of the intricate fencing surrounding the park, and her foot tore through the smooth, grassy terrain with ease.
"Ph-Phoenix Wright, how dare you-..."
He felt accomplished enough to allow himself a smirk. Completely shuttering her haughty attitude had been so easy.
The box truck slipped from inside of Franziska when her thighs separated again, and it crashed to the ground between her feet, its bed crumpling into a wrecked mess and its entire frame covered in the dampness of her arousal.
"I have more." Phoenix said, gesturing slightly with his hand still carrying several similarly tiny vehicles.
Another particularly crazy idea had already succeeded the last one, and while Franziska was visibly beginning to boil with rage at him again, he moved.
Lunging forward, Phoenix caught her off-guard and tackled her backward.
The impact was like a seismic event - two towering bodies colliding with the ground of the wide, grassy park shattered windows, shook innumerable leaves from trees, set off car alarms - it was instantaneous chaos, and within the park itself, Franziska's enormous figure made a crater of the space one which she'd impacted.
Phoenix had gotten a hand around her back to lessen the impact of the landing, slowing her fall, but the sheer size of the two meant the devastation their landing caused was only marginally reduced.
He planted both hands on the ground on opposite sides of her face, staring down at her. Franziska's platinum hair was disheveled, and she looked unspeakably angry.
Undeterred, Phoenix gathered up the damaged vehicles he had dropped and proceeded to shove the lot of them up against the prosecutor's cunt with his full palm, most of what was in his hand simply being folded and crushed to scrap, but the intended effect still getting through. He brushed a thumb over her clit, and Franziska made a noise combining a moan with a roar of outrage.
All at once, Phoenix's confident control over the situation evaporated, and his mouth fell open in a gasp of discomfort.
Franziska had closed her left hand over the lower half of his shaft, her palm solidly gripping over his scrotum.
He froze up, and Franziska pulled him down to her with her other hand, staring into his stunned eyes with a fiery look of determination.
"You..." she said, "aren't the only one in this game, Phoenix Wright..."
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