(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
You had to admit that it was one thing to cling to optimism and positive outlooks, and another to look your terrible luck in the (metaphorical) eye and dare it to screw up this perfect vacation with Mari. After all, you could bluster on all you wanted about how happy and excited you were and how you knew that nothing would go wrong. It was another thing entirely to confront fate itself, and you'd be lying if you said a part of you didn't still expect something horrible to happen.
And yet, nothing did. There was no issue processing your flight tickets, and there was no issue checking Mari's suitcase. You and Mari passed the time waiting for the flight discussing the possibilities of your week-long vacation and what shopping and dining you wanted to experience while in France. Finally, it was time to board the plane, and you and Mari found your section without incident. To your surprise and Mari's delight, there didn't even end up being anyone in the seat next to her, so she was able to spread out and stretch once the plane took off.
Normally, you would have been placed in a small cubby hole roughly the size of a cup holder that was positioned by the window seat, as that was how most airlines accommodated tiny passengers these days. There was a small seat to buckle into inside of the cubby, and a tiny window cutout allowing the tiny passenger to watch whatever their adjacent unaffected passenger was watching on their screen. However, Mari couldn't help herself, and so she'd plucked you from the cubby and gently deposited you in her cleavage instead, where you spent the duration of the twelve hour flight.
Sure, a brief bit of turbulence early on lead to your girlfriend's jiggly chest to bounce around, accidentally swallowing you whole and dragging you down between her breasts and out of sight. And, sure, shortly afterwards, Mari fell asleep without realizing what had happened, leaving you trapped between her bountiful breasts for the entire flight. Still, it was at least warm and cozy, and you caught a few hours of sleep too. You even managed to wiggle your way enough that Mari spotted you upon waking up, smiling sheepishly and fishing you from her bust and placing you back on her shoulder.
You and her then disembarked the plane and retrieved your suitcase from the luggage carousel, and once more there were no incidents. You and Mari shared several anxious and excited grins as you retrieved your suitcase and walked outside, where you'd been told ahead of time that someone was waiting to pick you up.
Sure enough, a woman who looked to be in her late twenties with a blonde bob and a soft but almost stern smile on her face called out to you and Mari as soon as you exited the airport. She was holding a sign with your names on it, which she folded up and tucked into her back pocket as you approached. The woman was wearing a trim white and blue slacks-and-blouse uniform, customary of the Belle Rivière employees. The uniform clung to her in a flattering way that showed off her subdued but still noticeable proportions.
The woman smiled agreeably as Mari walked up to her. "Bonne après-midi, mademoiselle Marisol." She said lightly.
Just as with her expression, her voice too was soft and yet somewhat stern...or perhaps, authoritative was the right word. She seemed exceptionally nice at first glance, and she was certainly very pretty (somewhat reinforcing your preconception about beautiful French women that popular culture always showed), but she had an air of confidence about her that suggested she was a senior employee at Belle Rivière. She seemed like a woman who wouldn't want to be challenged...not as if you or Mari had any reason to.
"Oh, um..." Mari blushed, not expecting to have to already utilize her shoddy French skills. "Um...comment ras-yu?" Mari stuttered, absolutely butchering her attempt to ask the woman how she was.
The woman smiled indulgently. "I am quite fine, thank you." Her voice had a lilting French accent to it, but her English was flawless. "My name is Felicity. I will be your personal couple's vacation assistant and advisor. I've planned your week to perfection, though of course I am open to tweaking the schedule at a moment's notice. I'd only ask that, once an activity begins, you do not make any unexpected changes or demands. We want this week of yours to be as immersive and unforgettable as possible."
"Of course!" Mari said, nodding. "I literally can't wait. This is a dream come true, honestly!"
Felicity's grin widened. "I'm happy to hear that." She tapped her chin. "Before I drive you to the Belle Rivière, are there special accommodations you need for your little one? The last thing I would want is for him to end up in the hotel wash with the rest of the laundry...unless, of course, you would prefer that?"
Mari snorted, then blushed at her somewhat immodest laughter. "Oh, uh...yeah, that'd suck for him. But, uh...I don't think I need anything special. Just that you take as good care of him as with me, right?" She shifted her shoulder so you were tilted closer to Felicity. "Sound good, babe?"
You gave Mari and Felicity a thumbs-up. "Sounds awesome to me." You exuded confidence, though you couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out by Felicity's wording of her earlier question.
Your concern only grew as Felicity gasped upon locking eyes with you. "Oh! Monsieur Matthew! I did not see you." She frowned. "I expected you to be...hmm..." She trailed off, her eyes losing focus as she appeared deep in thought. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the blonde woman appeared to be reevaluating something, like she'd made some sort of misunderstanding.
Mari bit her lip nervously. "There isn't a problem, is there?"
Felicity brightened immediately. "Ah, non! No problem, mademoiselle Marisol! Don't worry, I will get it all sorted. In fact, I do not want you worrying about anything again for this entire trip, okay? Enjoy your dream vacation, s'il vous plaît."
Mari grinned. "Alright, I will!"
Without further delay, Felicity led you and Mari to a luxury car ready and waiting. Opening the door for Mari, your girlfriend settled into the back seat as Felicity climbed into the driver's seat and started off towards the Belle Rivière hotel.
Along the way, Mari's eagerness led her to ask about every little thing that caught her eye, and Felicity was more than pleased to act the proper tour guide and cater to Mari's curiosity. She explained the history of the Belle Rivière hotel, the topography of the landscape, she described the best scenic vistas, the best relaxation services at the hotel, and gave her opinion on what items to order from the menu. She also explained about the room service features, and even patiently helped Mari stumbled through learning a few more basic French words.
Finally, the Belle Rivière itself came into view. True to its name, the hotel was gorgeous, and nestled right alongside an almost impossibly beautiful river. The hotel was a sprawling five story complex separated into distinct buildings. Felicity explained that the center building was for the suites, while the other buildings contained the salon and spa wing, the ballroom and dining room, and everything else the lavish hotel offered. Mari's eyes were practically glittering with anticipation...
...though you couldn't push away a little niggling feeling of wrongness. The look Felicity had given you earlier somewhat unsettled you, as did the fact that during the entire one hour drive to Belle Rivière, Felicity had not spoken to or even mentioned you by name, referring to you exclusively as "the little one" or "your tiny". Mari was too swept up in the excitement and magic to notice Felicity's strange word choice, so you eventually took a cue from her and pushed the worry from your mind. It was probably noting.
Finally, Felicity pulled up to the front entrance of Belle Rivière and let you and Mari out of the car. She then mentioned that she would park the car and be right back, but that you could go ahead and wander around the lobby. Deciding to do so, Mari practically skipped into the lobby, and you clung tightly to her shoulder.
What happens next?
1) Felicity returns, and its time to head off to the first scheduled event. Thankfully, despite your earlier misgivings about Felicity, there isn't anything inherently wrong about the activities that she ahs planned for the week. Still, that's not guarantee that things won't go wrong at some point, but until they do, you're determined to enjoy the fun.
2) Before Felicity gets back, her fellow employee and partner approaches and asks Mari, in French, something about you. Neither you nor Mari understand her, and Mari, flustered, just says yes to avoid causing a scene. Smiling, the woman runs to meet Felicity, who has just entered, and she whispers something into her ear. Felicity is both surprised and pleased with the news, and she eagerly rushes you and Mari off to the first activity.
It turns out that, in France, 99% of tinies are licensed for usage by the women of the nation, which is why Felicity was startled to see you in your normal form. It also turns out that her partner asked Mari if you were licensed, and Mari unknowingly said yes. Felicity, having already assumed American women had licensed tinies as pets and toys, tailored your entire week-long vacation around activities designed to get Mari to use you as items as much as possible. No, due to the language barrier, Mari's just accidentally agreed with that schedule!
3) Felicity says the first event won't begin until after dinner, so you're free to explore the Belle Rivière hotel until then. Mari rushes off with you to discover what the hotel has to offer in closer detail.
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