(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
Fearing that things would go even worse for you and the rest of the tinies if she confronted Ange on her cruelty, Mari decided that the best course of action was to placate the big bully by pretending she shared the woman's distaste for tinies. At least until Ange grew bored or distracted
"Haha, uhh yeah it’s ridiculous that they’re making you share your foot space with them! Stupid tinies probably love your feet though anyway!"
Inside the hotbox of foot funk, choking on the scent of Ange's feet, you couldn't believe what you heard from your beloved Mari's lips! If you hadn't know her for decades and known what she said was the complete opposite of everything she believed in, you probably would've been just as offended as some of the affected around you were. But then you reassured yourself that Mari must have some kind of plan.
Ange laughed loudly at Mari's comment. "Finally! A fellow sane woman! Guess us big girls are the ones with the biggest brains! I'm so tired of being forced to treat these things like they're people."
"Yeah," Mari forced herself to say, agreeing with the horrible woman's views. "They're so disgusting. Like bugs! They creep me out! In fact, your feet are too good for them. You don't want them drooling all over the sight of your feet all flight, do you? You should take them off and I'll ask for a blanket from a stewardess so I can use it to cover up their... roach motel," she said, internally begging for your forgiveness. "That way we won't even have to look at them."
"HA!" Ange laughed obnoxiously. "I appreciate the thought, but trust me, it's way more torture for the little runts if they see these beauties but can't touch them. Besides, they're pretty ripe! They may love how they look, but I doubt they love how they smell. And if there's one thing these bugs deserve it's fumigation. In fact, why don't you join me? Double the temptation, double the denial, double the punishment!"
Ange removed her left foot and tapped the now extra empty space on the top of the box with her right foot, invitingly. The repeated booms of her foot tapping caused you and your fellow tinies to flinch from how loud it was. Mari, still thinking she could somehow dissuade Ange's cruel behavior by temporarily joining in, kicked off her own shoes and put her left foot on the top of the box next to Ange's. As luck would have it, you were seated directly underneath where the two colossal feet met. Any reprieve you and your fellow affected had had from Ange removing one foot and giving you fresh air was quickly ruined as the smell of Mari's foot joined her own. The only difference for you was that you were at least familiar with Mari's foot odor, even if it didn't mean you'd built up a tolerance to it. Your fellow affected weren't so lucky, and many of them who'd seen Mari place you down by the entrance were looking at you angrily, blaming you for your girlfriend's actions, with you being able to do nothing but shrug and smile weakly, right before a drop of your girlfriend's foot sweat mingled with Ange's and dropped directly on top of you.
"You're not so bad, B-," Ange said. Then amended with a laugh, "Oh, what the hell, I'll grade on a curve. Let's call you, B+!"
"You can just call me Mari, Ange."
"That's Big Ange, B+," Ange said. "Told you it's what my friends call me and any gal smart enough to realize these twerps need to be taught their proper place, is sure to be a fast friend of mine."
"Right, sorry," Mari said uneasily. The most shocking thing about this crass woman was that she had friends at all, and Mari certainly had no intention of becoming one of them. Still, she wanted the woman distracted so she forced herself to engage in conversation with her. "So, what brings you to France, Big Ange?"
"What? I don't look like a sophisticated woman who wants to get a lil culture on her vacation?" The woman snickered and reclined in her seat, carelessly knocking Mari's arm off their mutual armrest so she could seize all the space for herself. "How about you?" she asked, disinterested, as an afterthought, like thinking about other people wasn't a usual habit for her.
Mari's eyes flicked to you and she said, "Vacation. Same as you."
"Heh, maybe we should hit the town together then?"
"Yeah, maybe," Mari said, admirably hiding the strain in her voice.
"But if you're gonna party with Big Ange, I need to know you can hang." The larger woman opened her purse and let Mari peak inside. It wasn't something horrifying like Mari had been dreading. Instead it was over a dozen tiny bottles of liquor.
"Are you allowed to bring on that many?" Mari whispered.
"Dunno," Ange scoffed. "I definitely know I'm not allowed to bring on anything over 140 proof, but I'm not gonna let some dumb rule force me to drink any of that watered down shit." Ange pulled a tiny bottle of whiskey out of her purse, popped it open, and drained it all in a single massive swallow. She sighed satisfied and shamelessly let out a crude belch, before throwing the empty bottle back in her pursue and offering one to Mari.
You'd been watching the entire display go down and you were relieved to see Mari hesitating when Ange offered her the tiny bottle. Your girlfriend could be careless and her memory was horrible, but she was a million times worse when she was drunk. She couldn't hold her liquor to save her life, or, in this case, yours. You prayed she'd refuse but then Ange grew irritated and said, "What? You're not a narc, are you?"
That was all it took for Mari to take the tiny bottle, pop it open and drain it. She didn't do it as smoothly as Ange had, practically choking on the burning liquid as it went down her throat. She pulled the empty bottle from her lips, coughing as her eyes watered, and handed it back to Ange, with a raspy, "Smooth."
Ange snorted at Mari's amateur display. "Lightweight, eh? Don't worry, B+, you'll be a pro by the time Big Ange is through with you."
As you watched Ange hand Mari another drink, you realized you were screwed.
Thirty minutes passed and you watched as Mari and Ange continued taking discreet drinks and then tossing the empty bottles into Ange's purse. Ange's personality didn't change a bit even after her fifth bottle, but Mari became increasingly giggly and disoriented. By the time the plane was in the air, she was truly drunk.
"I dun car wha anyone sez. Yer da nicshest woman in da worl!"
"You're not so bad yourself, Mari," Ange said, draining one last bottle before sealing up her purse to save the rest for later. "In fact, since you're an enlightened woman like me, why don't I show you the best way to unwind on a long flight?"
"Ooh! Are we gunna wash a moovie?"
"Nah. Let me show you some real inflight entertainment."
You and every other affected in Tiny-Economy had been listening closely to Ange and Mari's conversation, afraid of what the larger woman would do. It was no surprise that when she finally nudged Mari's foot off the box and removed her own, her face now obscured by her thick leg, you and your fellow passengers got a clear look at Big Ange smiling cruelly down at you all.
"Whazzat?" Mari asked, too drunk to remember what the plastic box was.
"It's a toy chest," Ange said. She checked to make sure no stewardesses were around and saw that the women across the aisle from her weren't paying any attention. Subtly she bent over the plastic box and started working her fingers along the top edge. "They want you to think these are locked up tight, but in case of emergencies you just need to press... this!"
Ange found the discreet button on the side of the box and pressed it, allowing her to pop the top off easily. Already the tinies around you were panicking but a sharp "Shh!" from Ange was enough to silence them.
"Now," Ange addressed you all quietly so no one else could overhear. "The way I see it, you shrimps owe me and my friend for taking up valuable legroom with your tiny, pathetic bodies. So here's what's gonna happen. Two of you are going to make it up to us by being our toys during the flight. Once we pick our prizes, we'll have our fun with them and the rest of you are going to shut the hell up. Do as I say, then once we land, the two toys will go back in the box and all of you can resume your insignificant lives. If you escape or try to ask someone for help, then there's going to be some unexpected turbulence, and I promise you, a lot of toys will end up broken. We clear?"
You were in shock as the affected men around you nodded in horrified resignation. Your mouth worked before you brain did.
"We can't just let her--"
You suddenly stopped talking but it was too late. You looked up and saw Big Ange looking right at you.
"Looks like someone volunteered," Ange said.
As she began to reach for you, you cowered in your seat, powerless to do anything, until suddenly Mari appeared on the other side of the box. Seeing all the tinies had finally addled her alcohol-soaked mind and gotten her to remember your presence. And Ange's chilling speech had sobered her. Not literally. She was still incredibly wasted, but she had to get you before Ange did!
"Wait, I wanna pick fers, lemme pick fers, I nevah did an I wanna."
Big Ange was actually too shocked to stop her as Mari reached in. She desperately searched a sea of tiny faces which all blurred together as she tried to find yours. She was seeing two of everything and her hand shook, as she felt like the world swayed beneath her. You waved your arms desperately! Your movement caught her attention and she reached for you quickly, with an unsteady hand.
What happens next?
1) Mari grabbed you! But now she's gotta play along with Ange's cruel games, and drunk as she is she might be rougher than she intends.
2) Mari grabs the tiny next to you, thinking he's you, and doesn't realize her mistake! Your Big Ange's now and she's gonna play with you exactly as roughly as she intends.
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