Chapter #6A Chilling Experience by: Haro-Haze   Mon-El woke up familiarly, rubbing his swollen forehead as he reminded himself of the situation at hand. He remembered being shrunk by Kara, dropped inside the superheroine's iconic red boots before he mysteriously passed out. Now, hours later, he finds himself contained within a type of glass room. Surrounded by some form of liquid, wondering whether or not Kara had returned him to normal.
"Would you look at that, look who finally decided to wake up! What took you so long, little guy?" Boomed the familiar voice of Kara Danvers, sounding different than before, her voice was higher, and she seemed to be slurring her words. Almost like she was drunk or something.
"Great, just what I need," Mon-El mumbles to himself before he felt a shiver run down his spine, wondering why the room was so cold. "Kara, can't we talk about this? Face to face?" Mon-El asked, rubbing his hands together for warmth, able to see a blue wall in front of him.
"Okay, little guy. But, you do realize my eyes are up here, so you can stop staring at my boobs." Kara laughed, forcing Mon-El's gaze upwards to the sight of a gigantic Kara Zor El childishly laughing at him. Her size more than doubling since he'd last laid eyes on her, shrinking Mon-El to the tiny size of 1 centimeter tall to help alleviate her boredom.
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What's more, he found himself floating inside of a glass of Aldebaran Rum, over ice, the only drink Kara has ever been able to get drunk off. And somehow, she'd managed to trap him inside one of her ice cubes. Judging by the looks of the table and her relaxed demeanor, it was safe to say it wasn't her first glass of the night. Able to spot three more glassed to te giantess alien's right side, all emptied of their contents to the last drop.
"What the hell? Kara? How did you even do this?" Mon-El asked, banging on the ice cube to try and breakthrough to the other side. His fists not even able to crack the ice as Kara leaned in to watch the show, giggling childishly at the shrunken Daxamite in his newest cage.
"Awe, you're so little and cute." Kara teased, folding her arms over one another and resting her chin on her wrists to look Mon-El in the eye? His vision of her face distorted by a mix of the glass, ice, and alcohol between them, making her out to look like an enormous monster.
"No need to look so scared, I won't hurt you. Much." Kara laughed, flashing her pearly white teeth, and banging on the table, cautiously holding back her immense strength. Still, the force of the impact was more than strong enough to shake things up for Mon-El as the ice cubes clacked against one another.
Kara then straightened herself out, sitting up tall over the table before she wrapped her fingers around the glass. Tilting Mon-El's entire world view as she lifted the glass off the table, continuing to enjoy her night out.
"Kara, what on Daxam are you doing?" he asked, as Kara motioned him towards her pink lips.
"Jeez, can't a girl have a drink around here without being questioned?" Kara giggled, puckering her lips before taking a sip from the glass. Mon-El, stumbling inside of the heaviest ice cube, was carried by the current towards Kara's waiting mouth. Through his eyes, gallons then barrels worth of alcohol disappeared down the blonde Kyptonian's throat as he followed it up to her teeth.
She caught him between her lips, allowing him to watch as more alcohol rushed passed his cubicle prison, able to see inside her mouth as the warmth of her lips began to melt the ice around him. Fear creeping in as he imagined himself being eaten alive by his giant girlfriend. "Kara, please let me out!" he yelled, not wanting to be swallowed whole.
She didn't help the situation any by opening her mouth wide enough for the cube to pass through her lips, breathing outwards, and fogging Mon-El's field of vision as her hot breath began to melt the surface of his jail. Even with his vision distorted, the tiny alien had a near-perfect view of the giantess's teeth and long pink tongue, with her uvula twitching at the back of her cavern-like mouth, almost like it was waving at him.
All it would take was just one push, a simple movement from Kara's wrist, and Mon-El would disappear inside her mouth. Never to be seen again. She could crack the thin barrier of ice protecting the miniature man by shattering it between her teeth or using her tongue to smash him against the pearly white pillars. But she just giggled as the last drop of alcohol slid down her throat, taunting the diminutive Daxamite with a *gulp* followed by a sharp exhale.
Kara then leveled her glass, allowing Mon-El to fall beneath the surface of her drink. "Someone seems a little cranky, why don't you take a timeout, little guy? Maybe at the bottom of the glass." Kara said firmly, her demeanor changing after Mon-El's screams disrupted her good mood.
She reached for a straw M'Gann had left out for her, peeling off the wrapper and crumpling it into a ball before tossing it off to the side next to her glass. Leading Mon-El to wonder what Kara meant exactly, watching eagerly from below as Kara held the straw between her fingertips, pointing it in his direction.
Mon-El looked up puzzled, wondering what Kara meant by the word "timeout," and what she planned on doing with the plastic straw. The answer quickly came to him as she abruptly thrusts the tip towards him, piercing the ice he couldn't even crack like a mighty spear. The tiny Daxamite fleed into a corner to avoid being hit, the straw landing in front of him with a base large enough for him to squeeze through.
With her powerful lungs, Kara could create a vacuum and suck Mon-El out of the cube with the intensive force of a hurricane, which would allow him to travel straight passed her mouth and right down her esophagus with minimal effort. However, Kara's goal wasn't to harm her shrunken boyfriend, playfully pursing her lips around the opposite end of the straw and blowing a steady air current into the tunnel.
Unlike Mon-El, the Kryptonian woman had spent most of her life learning to control and restrain her otherworldly abilities, able to use the perfect amount of force even while she was inebriated. Her warm alcohol-infused breath whipped Mon-El along the frozen walls of his ice cube prison, sending him into a spiral as the pressure built up.
Inevitably, it became too much, and the ice shot from the tip of Kara's straw, sentencing him to the depths of the alcoholic beverage. Air bubbles rose to the top of her glass while Mon-El's container began to take on the alien brand Rum, weighing him down as it bounced off the curved glass, realizing he might drown it Kara didn't save him soon.
However, that outcome didn't appear likely as she laughed hysterically inside her booth, slapping her knee. Finding great satisfaction in Mon-El's torment, a quality that wasn't usually present in her personality, attributing it to the alcohol, and the fact that Kara was a lightweight, despite her resistance to Earth's alcohol.
*clink, clink, clink*
Mon-El bounced off the glass over and over again on the way down, all while alcohol rushed into the cube, weighing it down. Luckily, as the liquids rose to chest level Mon-El capsized, landing upside down and sealing the breach. Giving him some much-needed room to breathe as Kara calmed down, resting her chest against the table as she inserted her straw into her drink. Purposely dropping it in front of her shrunken boyfriend.
He could see the currents rush to her straw, as Kara intentionally ignored him, sipping quietly on her drink while Mon-El stayed silent. The ice above him slowly getting lower and lower as the minutes passed, making him feel as if the sky was falling on top of him. At the same time, his field of vision clear to reveal more of the bar. It was late, and the place was nearly empty, signaling that Kara was heading towards last call.
She sucked her drink dry, down to the last drop, but Kara continued sucking on her straw, trying to pull out more. She leaned back before releasing a powerful burp, shaking the table and drawing the attention of the other patrons.
"Burrrp! Excuse me." Kara laughed, before turning her attention back to Mon-El, reaching down the glass and fishing out the ice cube he was inside. "Now, whhat shhould I dooo with youu littlle-hiccup, little guy?" Kara asked, slurring her words as she rolled Mon-El between her fingertips to examine him.
Mon-El froze, he realized the glass, liquor, and ice had distorted his vision of Kara, making her appear differently, but she was just as big now as she was before. Probably clearing over a thousand feet tall standing upright.
What will Kara do next?
1. Kara tells Mon-El that she's going to "carefully" break him out between her teeth, allowing him to spill out onto her tongue. But, after freeing him, and tasting the excess alcohol, will Kara be able to stop herself from sucking him dry, or will she accidentally send him on a trip to her stomach?
2. While talking down to Mon-El, he slips through the hole in the ice, landing on the table in front of Kara. She wouldn't notice right away, giving Mon-El a chance to escape, but will it become more difficult once Kara notices him in front of her?
3. Kara begins to feel bad seeing Mon-el as he shivers inside the ice, offing to warm him up herself by tilting the ice cube towards herself and letting Mon-El fall through the hole she made earlier, landing between her tits. The massive orbs stopping his fall and serving as a means to silence his screams as she gets up to pay her bill and leave.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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