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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Sat Jan 11, 2025 4:26 pm

DocRick wrote:
Sat Jan 11, 2025 3:55 pm
Has there been ANY shrinking in this story? If there was, I missed it.....
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Fri Jan 10, 2025 4:08 pm
Anang was hardly immune to this and she too began to contract, though she would contract, then expand slightly, then contract more as she strained and struggled to force her animalistic form to remain in tact just like the other creature....

....She was also shrinking much more slowly and her shorts, kevlar vest, t-shirt and metal boot were starting to fall loose around her dwindling body, which was contracting as if it was bending and warping through reality a couple of inches of height at a time, then reversing and expanding very slightly before contracting again. The creature was roughly five feet tall when Ben felt its claws make contact with the already shredded Kevlar vest....


...only this time with Anang holding the clear advantage, and what was more was that with every instant, that advantage was swiftly increasing despite Anang’s rapidly decreasing size.

By the time Anang had fully passed over Ben’s torso, her metal boot had already slipped off and fell with a painful thud onto his body once released from Anang, who seemed to be slipping forward, backward and then forward in time in slow motion while the creature’s size was spastically decreasing in tiny fits and spurts.

As they continued to sail through the air, Ben watched in shock as he saw Anang’s sweat shorts gently fall free from her plummeting and shrinking body ...

...With her beast form completely gone now, she began punching and screaming primally at the tiny creature as they both continued to shrink, with Anang slowing to a stop at roughly half the height Ben had known her at....

I don't mind if you don't want to read my stories (as you clearly haven't), but if you decide you don't want to read them maybe it would be better to keep comments like this to yourself?

I was up front about when the shrinking would occur in this story on the first post and I provided an update along the way to confirm how many posts that would take. This last post above was it. Again, if you don't want to read my stories, that's fine, I understand that my writing might not work for everyone, but I was honest and forthright about this story from the beginning about when you would get your first shrinking scene.

I hope some of the other very talented writers in the forum will provide you with stories that you can enjoy more than mine. Can I suggest Scidram, Tina Tempest, Flippity-Floosy, Littlest-Lily, and Tina-Tiny? They're just a few of the many here whose writing is absolutely fantastic.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by DocRick » Sat Jan 11, 2025 4:36 pm

CKent45 wrote:
Sat Jan 11, 2025 4:26 pm
DocRick wrote:
Sat Jan 11, 2025 3:55 pm
Has there been ANY shrinking in this story? If there was, I missed it.....

I don't mind if you don't want to read my stories (as you clearly haven't), but if you decide you don't want to read them maybe it would be better to keep comments like this to yourself?

You don't have to be a jerk about it. When I read this passage, to me it read more like a shapeshifting than a shrinking. My apologies.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by sallyfourth » Sun Jan 12, 2025 3:32 am

DocRick wrote:
Sat Jan 11, 2025 3:55 pm
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Fri Jan 10, 2025 5:28 pm
I really do love this part. Not a sexy shrinking sequence at all but a very convincing and terrifying night battle.

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Has there been ANY shrinking in this story? If there was, I missed it.....
Yes. I'm pretty sure that's how Anang winds up half-sized. It takes place during the big fight scene.
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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by DocRick » Sun Jan 12, 2025 3:41 am

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Has there been ANY shrinking in this story? If there was, I missed it.....
Yes. I'm pretty sure that's how Anang winds up half-sized. It takes place during the big fight scene.
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I was rather eloquently advised of this by the author....when I read it, I pictured a shapeshifting or other transformation and didn't catch it was a shrinking scene.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Sun Jan 12, 2025 4:02 am

DocRick wrote:
Sat Jan 11, 2025 4:36 pm
You don't have to be a jerk about it. When I read this passage, to me it read more like a shapeshifting than a shrinking. My apologies.
I wasn't trying to be a jerk about it and didn't mean to convey a tone that I was. I was going for portraying an even tone, but reading my reply I can see how not everyone would read it that way. I regret not choosing my language with more care.

Do you have input on how I could have written it in a way that would have been a little less ambiguous to you?

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by DocRick » Mon Jan 13, 2025 4:29 pm

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Do you have input on how I could have written it in a way that would have been a little less ambiguous to you?
It's just a hazard of reading stories that are posted chapter by chapter. I'm reading a several stories like this now, plus writing my own story, and sometimes I speed read and miss something important or get the characters in the different stories mixed up. No matter how many times I've picked it up, I just can't finish "War and Peace". That's why I like to illustrate my stories, or pictastories, as I call them. I can use less words, which benefits me as the writer and any reader who reads like me. You have a great writing style, I have to give you that. I'm just not too much into werewolves or like creatures anymore, having had to sit through the entire "Twilight" movie series by my ex. :o

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Post by MrWitness » Thu Jan 16, 2025 6:36 pm

I hope for another story update soon ;)

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Post by CKent45 » Mon Jan 27, 2025 3:59 pm

The next day, Ben awoke to find Anang staring at him with tiny amber eyes that glowed softly in the shadow cast by the window frame. “I’m still tiny,” she told him pathetically. Ben had no idea what to say, so he simply petted her head, running his fingers through her hair, which at least seemed to soothe her frayed nerves.

When they emerged to the kitchen, Tim was sitting there over a cup of coffee while Stanley was asleep on the couch and Daniel was passed out on a recliner. “I finally got hold of Oliver,” he reported to them unhappily. “He called me to complain about spamming him with messages and I told him to shut the fuck up and get over here as soon as humanly possible.”

“When was that?” Ben asked him.

“Half hour ago. He wanted to shit shower and shave and I told him to quit screwing around and figure it out after he got here.”

“And the others?” Ben asked while setting Anang on the counter, still dressed only in a tent sized t-shirt whose collar was constantly slipping off of her shoulder and threatening to expose her breast.

“We took shifts staying up,” Tim answered. “We’re sure we’re out of the woods and they’re all gone, but I didn’t want to take any more chances.”

Ben made breakfast, cooking up Anang’s favorite sausages, bacon and eggs, and though she needed to eat while sitting on Ben’s lap at the table, they did lift her spirits slightly. Ben then helped her with a bath, but when he tried to leave to offer her some privacy while soaking nude, she insisted he stay with her while she washed up, never more than arm’s length away.

“Do you hate me?” Ben asked while sitting on the floor beside the tub. She stopped lathering her body for a moment, looked up at him, then down at her miniature body surrounded by a near swimming pool sized bathtub.

“It’s not your fault,” she assured him.

“I did trigger the device,” Ben pointed out.

“If you didn’t I would not have been strong enough to take him, and he would have killed you both. Even if it was the last thing he did.

“It’s not fair,” Ben complained.

“I was completely useless when I needed to do something and I couldn’t get to you in time. If it hadn’t been for that device, he would have killed you.”

“Not exactly,” Ben contradicted her. She lifted her head and looked at him. He then knelt and turned to face her and lifted his shirt, revealing four bloody punctures on the middle of his chest. “He wasn’t shrinking fast enough to stop him. You were the one that saved me. If you hadn’t leapt in, I would be dead right now. But I would have rather died than be responsible for doing this to you,” Ben told her with obvious guilt and regret. She smiled and her eyes filled with tears, though she managed to keep them from overflowing.

“It was worth it,” she told him with a smile and a nod. “I would choose it again if I had to.”

When Oliver arrived, he was in quite a piss poor mood, immediately laying in to Tim for his callous treatment, but Tim slapped him and turned, pointing to Anang, who was sitting on the back of the couch with her tiny feel dangling far above the ground. “Look what your damn device did to Anang!”

Oliver’s face went a ghastly shade of white once his mind was able to process her appearance, and then he actually fainted in front of her. The moment he hit the ground, Anang’s expression moved from dejected and distraught to one of disgust. “You consider him a man?” she asked in her now tiny voice. Ben sighed and shook his head but rubbed her shoulders before joining Tim in helping revive Oliver.

Once Oliver was back up again, all he could do was stare blankly at Anang, who was more than a little irritated with him. “Please tell me you have another one of those devices,” she begged.

“It doesn’t matter,” Oliver answered her.

“IT DOES MATTER! I CAN’T LIVE LIFE THIS TINY!” Anang screamed back in the most potent display of emotion since they’d met her.

“No, what I mean is that even if the device could undo this, you’ll have to wait for the next time a space-time fold occurs.”

“So I’m stuck like this for a month?!?!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know…” he mumbled, holding his head in his hands, then a thought suddenly occurred to him and he jumped to his feet. “I need to investigate the site RIGHT NOW! I need to get readings as fast as humanly possible!” He then ran out the front door to his car and began pulling out equipment.

Ben wrapped Anang up in his winter jacket, which now was more of a home to live in compared to how she swam around in it before. Ben carried some of Oliver’s items in one arm, while Oliver and Tim carried whatever they could handle and Oliver walked ahead of them so frantically that he was practically running.

When Ben let them know they’d arrived, he looked around at the carnage, though the two bodies were the most shocking to allof them. They hadn’t moved, however whereas before they were unusually stiff, they now almost looked like petrified wood.

“What happened to them?” Anang asked through a quivering voice.

“Probably a side effect of dying on another world,” Oliver answered. “I can’t talk. I need to get this done as quickly as I can,” he frantically told them, then began scurrying around, logging everything as quickly as he could and staring at all of his instruments as they lit up in ways the other three had never seen before. “Oh not good, not good, not good,” Oliver muttered, but still refused to answer any questions and instead began asking Ben for a beginning to end breakdown of the event, starting with where the dogmen had emerged into their world. Oliver spent a fraction of the time collecting data before he insisted they make a beeline back to the cabin.

Once they were in the cabin and plugging his devices into his laptop and downloading data as quickly as he could, still refusing questions or explanations. Once he had everything compiled, he began thumbing through programs and sorting out the data.

“When are you going to tell me how to fix this?” Anang asked him in a begging voice.

“I won’t have the answer to that today,” Oliver told her while scrambling to make some basic observations about the data. He then finally sighed heavily and looked at her.

“How could this have even happened?” Ben demanded now with enough force that Oliver swallowed hard knowing that he was getting no more leeway.

“Okay… okay… how…” he said while fidgeting and using his hands as if they could collect his thoughts for him. “Start at the beginning… Anang, you said you knew of three caves behind the waterfall,” he pointed out, and Anang nodded in response. “And then do you remember that when you told me about that something didn’t line up with my readings?” Again she nodded and waited for him to offer at least something useful about her tiny predicament.

“I don’t understand,” she interrupted.

“From beginning to end,” he nodded, leaning toward them. “You said there were three caves, and I believed you, but my data didn’t seem to line up with that, so I’ve been studying it and trying to figure out where I was missing something, but after seeing you and… the body of the other one… There is only one cave, Anang.”

“That is not possible. The snapping turtle men and the giants are not on this world.”

“What your people saw were not giants. They were us,” Oliver explained with shaking hands. “There aren’t three caves behind the waterfall, there is just one, but how you travel through the waterfall determines how you arrive in this world. Your people were not arriving in a world of giants, they were arriving in this world and they were arriving shrunk down to only a few inches tall. When the field was inverted, it dragged the field back over the dogman, but you were still in the field, so it affected you as well. You must have been far enough away that you weren’t completely affected, but it was still enough to shrink you down to half your size. He was RIGHT in the middle of it, so he got shrunk down to only a few inches tall. The single smartest thing your people have done is when they arrive in our world that small, they turn back right away, because if they ever got stuck on this world…”

“They would be mouse sized forever?” Tim asked when Oliver failed to finish his thought.

“Can you undo this?” Ben demanded forcefully.

“I told you not to be anywhere near the field when it was activated!” Oliver whined to Anang. “I didn’t know what it would do, but I knew that something might go wrong. I never thought THIS was something that could happen, but this is why I told you to get as far away as possible as soon as the device came out!”

“You are not blaming this on her,” Ben growled, and Oliver shook his head vociferously.

“I’m not trying to blame. This is all experimental. The only way I knew she could be safe was if she was as far away from it as she could get. Why did you stay?”

“He was going to kill Ben,” she answered with a heavy frown. “I almost didn’t make it.” Ben then gave a brief synopsis of the events that preceded her shrinking and Oliver nodded and hung his head.

“I don’t know if I can fix this. I do know that we can’t even try until the fold presents itself again. And even if I do? Let’s say the dogmen got shrunk and retreated back home again. In this case, I don’t think that would have fixed it. I think they would have emerged on their own side still shrunk because the way it worked was it kind of, dragged both sides of the space-time fold over you both at once. You were caught kind of by the edges of it, but it was still the same process.”

“Real quick,” Tim interrupted. “You said that Anang’s people believed there were three caves, but there’s really only one. So boxwood man is us, the giants are us… but who is the snapping turtle man?”

“Who do you think?” Oliver asked in an ominous voice. “Who has the money, resources and technology to make armor and weapons to take on an entire village of super fast, super strong werewolves?” Both Ben and Tim’s eyes went wide, as Daniel and Stanley sat up and joined in the conversation after being woken up. “They’re coming. If they’re not already here, they will be soon,” Oliver explained. “I can promise you that what happened last night lit up whatever detection systems they have in place and they will not waste time getting someone here to investigate. I don’t plan to be here when they get here. I have no intention of tangling with them.”

“But what about Anang?” Ben demanded.

“I will make it my top priority to grow her back to normal,” Oliver insisted. “You need to make it your top priority that the men in black do not find a half sized girl who can transform into a werewolf,” he warned. “This land is already on their radar as a hot zone. It’s practically nuclear after what happened last night. If they find her, you will wish for the days when your biggest problem was Anang being shrunk.”

Oliver then cleaned up his gear and loaded it up into his car before departing as quickly as he could. Once they were standing there watching the empty driveway, Tim had Ben carry Anang out to listen and smell.

“Do you smell anything?” Tim asked after giving her several minutes staring out into the woods in the direction of their fight, and he got a chill up his spine when Anang turned to him with fear filled eyes and nodded slowly to him. “I’ll take Anang and you just try to keep your head down,” Tim offered, but Anang only clung tightly around his neck, refusing to go. “You’re no good like this,” Tim insisted. “Your leg is still shot, you said yourself that you can’t seem to shift and your shrunk down to the size of a toddler,” but Anang still refused.

“I can hide her,” Ben told Tim. “Given how small her is now, it won’t be a problem.” Tim questioned Ben, but nodded and the four older men gathered and climbed into their vehicles and left Ben and Anang behind. Once they were alone, Ben tied the gigantic t-shirt around Anang’s half sized frame as best as he could, then hoisted her up into the attic space. “I know it’s harder in that form, but make sure you are every bit as quiet as when you’re hunting,” Ben warned her, then sat at the table with his head hung down to wait for any possible fallout.

Anang carefully moved across the rafters in the ceiling despite her injured and weak leg toward the other side of the cabin to reach a faint light emanating up from below. When she got there, she found a vent that she could look through down into the living room and remained there watching over Ben in silence for quite a while until there was suddenly a loud knock at the door. Both Ben and Anang jumped at the sudden noise and Ben did get up to answer it, but before he’d even gotten two steps, the knock repeated, even louder than before. Ben paused and went rigid with fear, but balled his fist and quickly recomposed himself as the third knock was even louder than the first two.

“WHO THE FUCK IS BEATING ON MY DOOR?” Ben screamed out, which seemed to stop it long enough for him to approach. Ben first checked through the front window to see several men standing on the porch all dressed in black tactical gear and four black SUVs with similar men looking around the driveway. Two men noticed Ben in the window right away and Ben offered them a clear profile to see him before he moved toward the door as they ordered him loudly to open up. As soon as he opened the door, he braced it with his foot and cracked it open and as soon as he did, the nearest man attempted to shove it open, but found it locked in place. “Who are you and where’s your warrant?” Ben demanded to know.

Two of the men looked at each other with sneers, while the man at the door lifted a pistol to Ben’s face and said, “right here.” He was more than a little surprised, though, when Ben stared back unflinchingly.

“You’re trespassing,” he said, recognizing the man as one he’d encountered before along with Tim. “Again.”

“Mother fucker,” he growled and looked like he just might pull the trigger as Ben tensed to slam the door on his arm, but another voice, also familiar, called out, “Wait.” This man then replaced the first man and looked Ben in the eyes.

“We’re coming in. Do you want your family’s cabin ripped apart, or do you want to just let us in?”

“I’d bet money that once you’re through this door you’re gonna fuck the place up anyways,” Ben answered back defiantly. The man remained stoic and stood there appraising Ben.

“No,” the man finally decided. “Talk to me and we don’t touch anything inside,” he promised.

“Inside,” Ben repeated sarcastically.

“We won’t break your stuff,” he said. “Same goes out here.”

“You guys are the types that will kick the door in my face the second I loosen my grip,” Ben challenged.

“We can do this the nice way, or the hard way. I will let you choose the nice way and we will stick to that,” he promised.

“And if I don’t say what you want?”

“We’ll do this the nice way,” he insisted. “Next time I come here will depend on how nice things go. But this time? Nice.”

Ben looked the man over, then at the ones behind him and after hesitating, the man motioned for them to step back and once they did, Ben stepped back as well, opening the door wide for them to file in surprisingly peacefully. Once they were in, the man looked around, then looked Ben up and down again noting the scratches and cuts that were evident on him from the night before. “Let’s sit down, Mr. Larson,” he stated. The man then shifted his rifle to his side and sat down on the couch, so Ben moved a chair and sat opposite him

“What do you say we just cut the bullshit?” the man asked Ben. Ben raised an eyebrow and stared at the man without showing any emotion. “What the hell happened out here last night?”

“Care to elaborate?” Ben asked the man.

“Please don’t push, Mr. Larson. I’m cutting you a lot of slack by dealing with you like this.”

“You’re fishing. Be specific, please,” Ben asked back with a little more cordiality. The man sighed and looked around, then leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Let’s start with your encounter four years ago,” he began. “We’re aware of the story, and we’re aware how it sent you into a tail spin. What did the creature look like?” he asked. “How is that? Is that specific enough for you?”

Ben stared at him for a good long moment, and thought his question over. “That’s why you didn’t just kick the door down. You want information, and you can’t just take it.”

“Something like that.” Ben wrapped his fingers on the arm of his chair, then opened up and described everything he remembered about how Anang appeared four years before to him in as good of detail as he could. The man stared directly into Ben’s eyes the entire time, listening intently to his every word. “Why do you think it let you go?”

“I can’t read minds,” Ben answered back forthrightly. “Maybe it was afraid of my rifle. I did stick it right in its chest, after all. Maybe it didn’t think I was worth the effort. Maybe something in it just wanted to torment me. Honestly, though, I’ve spent most of the last four years asking if all of it was nothing but my imagination.”

“But not last night,” the man countered. “Any doubts you have left are gone now,” he asserted. “Why didn’t you call the sheriff?”

“Why would I?” Ben asked back. “Talking about this stuff has caused me nothing but problems. Besides, the rest of the world seems to think I’m just delusional.”

The man stared quite intently at Ben, scrutinizing him with extreme intensity, and then he sat up rigidly. “Clear out,” he ordered his half dozen compatriots. “Everyone.” They all looked at each other, but then filed back out of the cabin again. Once they were alone, he removed his rifle and set it on the coffee table facing away from them both. “Tell you what, Mr. Larson…”

“You know,” Ben interrupted, “It just doesn’t feel right to be called that. It doesn’t feel genuine, either.”

“Just Ben, then?”

“Just Ben.”

“Ben, what would it take to get you to loosen your tongue about what’s going on? How’s a million dollars sound?”

“Are you bribing me?”

“Compensation. For loss of reputation. Loss of employability. For some help that I could use right now. So? How does that sound?”

“What’s the catch?” Ben asked him.

“How about five million?”

“That sounds like it comes with even more strings attached.”

“I’m just trying to do a job, Ben. What’s the harm in just telling me what’s been going on here?”

“I don’t know. The fact of the matter is that the last time I saw you, you were trespassing and ordering me around on my land. You lied to my face, you treated my grandfather’s hunting rifle like a Frisbee, you beat me up and you ground my face into the dirt. Now you’re here and you want to play polite and cordial and pay me ridiculous amounts of money for information that I’m not quite sure exactly what it is you’re looking for. You don’t answer to anyone or anything I’ve ever heard of, and you don’t seem to follow rules. So let’s say I do tell you what you want to know? What are you going to do with that?”

“I can’t discuss that,” the man replied. “And it’s really none of your concern.”

“It’s my concern if you end up doing something with what I say that crosses the line on what I know is right,” Ben informed him point blank.

“The money comes with no strings. It’s the most I can offer without calling my boss into this. But here’s a friendly warning- I don’t recommend dealing directly with my boss. You may not be familiar with the rules we follow, but we do answer to someone, and if he comes to get this information personally the odds aren’t what you think they are things will go how you want.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning. Sooner or later we’re going to talk about last night. The only reason I’m even bothering at this point is because you’re obviously maneuvering for something and I think once we work that out, you’ll talk to me. If I didn’t get that impression, we wouldn’t be talking. The main thing I want you to understand is that I think you’re better off if I don’t walk away empty handed. You know why we came here so soon. You know more than we do about it. Let’s not play games about that. So that’s it? Seems you think we’re some shady, behind the scenes group acting outside the law.”

“You all certainly act like it.”

“You know what I think? I think last night you got a taste of WHY we act like it.” Ben’s brow furrowed, carefully studying the man as best as he could, but his demeanor was stone cold. “A month ago. A couple days before we last saw each other. Did you have another dogman sighting?”

“No,” Ben answered immediately.

“Did you see anything?”

“I didn’t ‘see’ anything,” Ben emphasized.

“Go on.”

“There was something. I don’t know how to explain it. It felt like that night from four years ago. But I don’t know what it was. I didn’t really hear anything, and the forest didn’t go dead quiet the same way it did four years ago, but… there was something there. I don’t know how long. Eventually, it seemed to go away. It might have just been my imagination again.”

“Well, then we imagined it as well from another state,” the man informed Ben. “Did you get any sense of where it was?”

“I couldn’t stop looking off not far from where I ran into you and your guys. You weren’t quite in the same spot, but you weren’t far off either from where my gut told me to look.” The man considered his testimony and looked off to his left.

“Would it be too much to ask for something to drink?” Ben was a little surprised by the request, but agreed and then retrieved a bottle of Gatorade, which the man thanked him for. He then asked Ben some more about his first encounter, focusing on when he first realized the creature was there. Ben gave the best answers he could, while the man sipped on his drink and listened carefully. When Ben was done, the man sat upright and looked Ben dead in the eyes, showing he was satisfied, but also that he was very serious with what came next.

“I need you to tell me what happened last night. Seemed to me you were out there earlier because we saw a lot of vegetation moved around, but between whatever happened last night and what you were looking for this morning, I didn’t get a very clear picture. You were all over the place.”

“You find those things that look like petrified wood?”

“Yes,” the man answered emotionlessly. “But they were not wood last night.”

“No they were not.”

“You weren’t hunting last night,” he accused.

“I was.”

“But not for deer.”

“No,” Ben admitted.

“I need to know what happened to those two things out there. Did you do it?”

“Yes,” Ben answered him.

“How did you know when they would appear?”

“I didn’t. But this has happened enough that I had a rough guess. Some friends have been helping me post a guard each night, waiting to see if it would happen again.”

“Tim Boyd’s friends?” he asked, and Ben nodded. “You guys thought you could catch one?”

“I don’t like what’s been going on. I don’t want them here. I don’t want them taking deer that I knew were on the land but suddenly disappeared without a trace. I don’t like them spooking all the game, and I don’t like them apparently threatening me. Something’s been off since I got back out here and I didn’t want to be laying in bed when one of those things decided I was a good meal or something. Let me ask you something, you obviously know these things very well.”

“I can’t talk about that,’ the man answered coldly.

“Did you know they could talk?” Ben asked and suddenly the man’s rock hard façade cracked and he stared at Ben with his mouth hanging open.

“No. I did not. What did it say?”

“Four years ago? It’s all a blur. It wasn’t much, but it threatened me about my gun.”

“And last night?”

“It called me ‘little man.’” The man was shaken by this revelation. “They’ve never talked to you.” The man shook his head and thought hard before turning to Ben once more.

“Offer still stands. All you need to do is tell me what happened last night and how you managed to kill those two things, and the money is yours.”

Ben sat and thought good and hard before saying another word, the wheels of his mind turning slowly and deliberately. Eventually Ben opened up and told the man the story, though he left any parts including Anang. He explained that he woke up in the middle of the night with a gut feeling and Paul messaged him back confirming his feeling. He explained how he sat in the tree and just watched them as they materialized from seemingly nowhere and remained still until they all turned at him at once and then they started opening fire, and he explained the counter measures he set up to try to disorient them.

“Why did you think that would work?” the man asked Ben. “Obviously they could see you.”

“I don’t think it could,” Ben answered back. “At least not from that far away. All of these things had glowing eyes. I could see the light they cast on what they were looking at. I think those eyes let them see in the dark, but I don’t think they’re that good. I didn’t see those glowing eyes four years ago until it was right on me, but the ones last night I saw their eyes the entire time. That means the one four years ago had it’s eyes closed until it decided to confront me. It knew exactly where I was without looking at me. That means it either reads minds, or some other sense was guiding it.”

“Hmm…” the man considered, nodding at Ben. “And it worked. You killed them both.”

“All four,” Ben answered back, revealing that he’d missed at least one of the attackers the night before, again stunning the man into breaking his composure, but only briefly.

“You expect me to believe you killed four of those things last night? Just two of you?”

“I don’t give a flying fat fuck what you believe. You asked and I told you.”

“I will admit that those things are damn near indestructible.”

“That’s why we boxed them in and confused them, so we could get enough shots off to figure out where those shots would count.”

“Well where did they go, then?”

“I have no idea,” Ben answered him. “I don’t know what made the two remaining ones look the way they did this morning either. One was in a spot where the brush was completely trampled. I assume you saw that. The other was on the path directly from my tree stand out there. They’re gone now, but they were definitely dead. We made sure of that.”

“Something else happened out there that you’re not telling me. Something that lit our sensors up like a Christmas tree.” Ben tapped his knee, thinking hard.

“Well, I suppose I can just let you have it,” he explained, deciding it was a worthwhile gamble, then went to the kitchen and pulled the fried device out of a drawer and handed it to the man. “It’s no good to me anymore, but be careful. What’s left of it is extremely fragile. It might just fall apart in your hands.”

The man accepted it and looked it over carefully while holding it as delicately as he could. “You got this from Oliver Trunnel,” he determined. “This is why he’s been in the area lately. What does it do?”

“He had a theory that there is some kind of field causing this… thing. He said this device would invert the field and that might force them back through the other side again. Don’t ask me to describe what happened when I turned it on. I’m still trying to sort it out and everything was moving all at once. But I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life. And that’s where the story ends.”

The man looked up at Ben again with eyes that were still continuing to search for something within Ben. “You think so,” he said in more of a challenge that an observation. “Well, Ben, you might want to reconsider that theory. You think you slammed the door shut, but what makes you think that you didn’t just drag it further open?”

Ben closed his eyes and put his head in his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “You asked me to cut the bullshit. Did I do something to piss these things off? I wasn’t going to fire a single shot until I was sure they were in a mood to fight, and I’ll tell you what: they came last night looking for a fight.”

The man looked at Ben and scrutinized him for a good long while before carefully wrapping Oliver’s device and placing it in a bag on his hip. “You wouldn’t be the first one,” he told Ben cryptically.

“Then what will it take to make peace with them? Four of them came tearing at me as fast as I drive on the highway and they were screaming like all hell.”

“I don’t know a way to make peace with them. It’s not really my area. If four came through, they meant business. If you figure out what gets them that pissed off, I’d appreciate you letting me know,” he said, then handed Ben a card with nothing but a phone number on it. “Cuz I haven’t figured it out yet. They just seem to come that way.”

Ben sighed heavily, but nodded. “I get the feeling I just betrayed Oliver.”

“Oliver Trunnel knows the game,” the man told Ben. “He knows where the lines are and where he can go. This? Is untraveled territory. We haven’t set up the boundaries yet.”

“You’re gonna be out there on my property again screwing around,” Ben accused.

“You leave us be and we’ll leave you be. If I need something, I’ll let you know. You think you can work with that?”

“I’m open to the possibility,” Ben replied. “No promises.”

The man nodded and reached out to shake Ben’s hand. “You got any trail cameras out there?” he asked Ben and when Ben nodded, he followed up by asking where. Ben described the locations to him and then the man was ready to go and Ben saw him to the door.

“So, you got SD cards to replace the ones I’m assuming you’re gonna take from me? Ben asked as they reached the door, and the man turned to look at Ben with an expression that asked, “are you shitting me?” and then he chuckled.

“You can afford to replace them,” the man laughed, and then stepped out into the driveway to gather everyone and head out.

Meanwhile, Anang was huddled up to the side of the roof, listening with her ear to the roof as they settled matters and prepared to go. “Why didn’t you let us handle this like normal?” one man asked the one that Ben had spoken with.

“How many times have we had those goddamn things dead to rights with five times their numbers and they cut through us like a hot knife through butter?” The man Ben had spoken with asked. “Two guys took down four of those things last night with nothing more than some cheap assed fake deer piss and some ran down forty-year old speakers. Sometimes you need to take a step back and realize when you’re the one being hunted.”

“You really think he could have taken us?”

“He knew we were coming. He was waiting for us. And you saw that he has the marks to prove he tangled with them last night. I don’t think he would have won, but I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to waste just one of my men in a fucking dick measuring contest. Besides, we got more by just being polite to the guy than we’ve gotten in years.

“They killed four of them,” another man interjected with a skeptic tone of voice.

“Well you were the one that seemed confused about why there seemed to be so many different looking tracks. And we saw the two. The others probably just got sucked back in again. Now quit whining and let’s get the hell out of here,” he ordered, and then they loaded up and drove out in a convoy. Ben continued to sit and wait for a good long while before Aang was sure that the coast was clear and he heard her knocking on the panel in the ceiling he’d lifted her up through. He opened it up again and then accepted her as she lowered herself back down and dropped into his waiting arms and brought him up to speed on what was said once they left the house while Ben wiped the dust and grime off of her with a wash cloth.

For the rest of the day there wasn’t much conversation. Ben spent a lot of his time with Anang on the couch moving her ankle and foot around to help her increase mobility again and held her foot every so often, having her push against his hand to exercise the muscles that had been dormant for two months. In between, he massaged her calf and leg as carefully as he could while Anang lay there staring up at him with soft amber eyes simply observing him.

Dinner was also largely silent, and Ben couldn’t help notice as Anang, who was propped up on a stack of old phone books to be able to properly use the table sat there examining everything within her reduced reach as if measuring these obscenely large household objects against her tiny hands and fingers. Halfway through dinner, Anang finally shared her thoughts.

“I should leave,” she decided in a high pitched but grim tone. “I should go. I should go so that I’m not a burden to you any longer.”

“You’re not a burden,” Ben replied flatly.

“I am nothing BUT a burden,” she decided. I’m still injured, I can’t run, I can’t jump, I’m shrunken down too small to fight and I can’t even shift anymore, and even if I could, I’d still be shrunk down and WEAK. Your people are as big a threat to you as my people are and the only reason for that is because of ME. You should have never dug me out of that hole, but if I go into the woods I can at least die with SOME dignity left.”

“You’re not going out into the woods to die,” Ben answered just as flatly as before.

“You said I wasn’t a prisoner here. I am choosing to leave because I am worse than useless now and I am the reason this fight reached your home.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Ben answered. This caught her attention and she gulped at his confession, apparently wavering now, but only for a minute.

“I don’t want to be the reason you are all killed,” she insisted.

“We’re not getting killed. And you are staying here. We are going to get through this and I am going to see this through to the end. We’re not even close to done,” he told her with determination.

“Why? Why do you even care? I’m an alien in this world. I’ve caused nothing but problems and I’m just so tired, Ben. I’m tired. I’ve tried, and I’ve fought and I’ve hidden for years and I’m ready for it all to be over.”

“Then get some rest, because there’s no backing out of this. I’m not letting anyone take you and I’m not going to let you lose anything more.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re precious to me,” Ben answered her firmly, immediately shutting her up. “You changed my life that night, and it’s taken me four years to finally see why it was for the better. And I ruined your life just as much as you ruined mine, even though neither of us did anything to the other. No. I am not giving up because you are precious to me and I will see this through,” he determined with absolute finality that left Anang staring up at him speechless.

She then blushed and struggled to keep eye contact, but eventually she managed to pour in another dose of reality. “Nenaginad was not in that party of braves,” she informed him. “He will send more, and next time you can expect him to send many more than we saw last night. We barely managed to hold those four back. It only worked because we surprised them, but they will expect an ambush from now on. How can we hope to stand against them?”

“Because we have a shrink bomb,” Ben answered matter of factly. “When they step through, we won’t wait to fill them full of lead. We’ll drop that same shrink bomb on them that did this to you and then THEY will be the playthings in YOUR hands. They’ll be so small and helpless that even as small as you are right now, even you’ll be able to stomp them into the same tiny mud stains you stomped that other into. Or they can run back to their own homes stuck at only a couple inches tall. It doesn’t matter how many they send through, because all we need is a couple of those things at most the moment they step through and they will shrink down so small even mice will be able to rip them apart.”

Anang stared at him with her mouth hanging open, half smiling, but also still noticeably concerned. “What if those bombs shrink me more?”

“They won’t. One way or another, we use those bombs on them, and not on you.”

Anang was finally convinced and stared teary eyed at Ben. “What respectable woman is as tiny as I am?”

“The one who saved my life. And the one that changed my life,” Ben answered her. “And? Money’s not an issue anymore. You might not know what our money is worth yet, but I can promise you that five million means we are set.”

Anang slept heavily that night laying across Ben’s chest, her feet hanging over his hip bone. In the morning, she was quite refreshed, but immediately reminded of her dramatically reduced stature. Once they were up, Ben finally took the time to assess the damage of what had been taken from Anang and put her up against the wall to measure her. She stood there with a meek, pathetic expression staring up at him while only coming up to about mid thigh to him. She measured in at a rather unimpressive 2’10” and a shockingly light 15 pounds. He then carefully gathered her other measurements to find her clocking in at 16-13-18, with feet that were just less than five inches long and one and three quarter inches wide. With this, he had the basics on what he would need to rebuild her wardrobe on a much smaller scale than before.

Ben messaged Tim with her measurements using a code they’d agreed on as asking Tim to stop by the hardware store to pick up items for a “project,” and then they waited for him to arrive with something more than a giant t-shirt that Anang could strap down to her as a toga. In the mean time, Ben busied himself with dealing with her inability to move about. He wrapped her up in his winter jacket and carried her out to the pole building and set her on the workbench. Then she watched has he took her crutches and began measuring them, then scribbling on a piece of notebook paper while punching numbers into a calculator. He then began drawing on a piece of paper using a ruler until he had a rough idea of what he was building and scrounged around the building for scrap would that he cobbled together piece by piece into a new, tiny set of crutches.

Once he was finished, Ben carried her back to the cabin and let her try them out. While they weren’t as comfortable as the one’s she’d been using before, she was more than a little appreciative of his efforts and accepted them gratefully.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by sallyfourth » Mon Jan 27, 2025 8:07 pm

Nice installment. I'm enjoying the tenderness between Ben and Anang along with her vulnerability.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by ensmallen » Tue Jan 28, 2025 8:31 am

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... There is only one cave, Anang.”
Clever. Nicely explained.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CipherZero » Wed Jan 29, 2025 4:46 am

I'm looking forward to where this story is headed

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Tue Mar 25, 2025 5:48 pm

Tim arrived back the next morning to find Anang on Ben’s lap in somewhat better spirits while clutching to him and resting peacefully in his arm as he sat on the couch reading on his phone. When he sat across from them, Anang opened her eyes and stared at him before nodding slightly and gently telling him, “Aaniin ezhi-ayaayan?.”

Tim grinned back at her and replied back, “Minogizhebaawagad.” Anang seemed a little conflicted by his comment, but she smiled and nodded politely back at him nonetheless.

“Well, would you like me to leave you two to talk by yourselves?” Ben asked with a sarcastic smirk, though Anang just ignored him and Tim merely shook his head.

“It is a good morning,” Tim told Ben genuinely. Ben smiled and set his phone down to give Tim his full attention.

“Let’s hope so.” Ben then proceeded to give Tim the run down of everything that had happened and been said when the mystery agents arrived the previous day. When he was finished, he looked at Tim as if he were asking for forgiveness. “I really had no idea what I could or even should tell him.”

“You had to tell him something,” Tim agreed. “I think it was a good idea to offer him some things that he didn’t know already. It gives us an idea of where they are in this compared to us. Seems we’re not as ignorant compared to them as we might have thought. That’s a pretty good payout for it too.”

“I logged in to my bank account this morning. It’s there,” he said with more than a little surprise. “Why offer me anything, let alone so much?”

“I think this place is a hot zone now, and he thinks he might be able to get you to work with him.”

“As long as Anang isn’t hurt and they can do something to deal with these braves coming through, I can help him. I’m not totally sure we need him anymore, though.”

“Maybe. If we really do have a weapon that basically neutralizes them.”

“And me,” Anang complained.

“Not true,” Tim disagreed. He then took the opportunity to hand over two large plastic bags he’d brought with and handed them to Ben. “Why don’t you get our zazegaa-ikwe dressed into something a little nicer than your hand me downs?” Tim suggested. Ben was more than a little confused, but he nodded, while Anang smiled and blushed at his suggestion. Ben then returned to the couch to wait for Anang to finish and return.

“I suppose we could just start without her since she can hear us anyways,” Tim joked.

“I think she still might consider it to be rude if we did,” Ben suggested, which Tim laughed at. A few moments later, Anang returned hobbling on her crutches then climbed back up onto Ben’s lap with his help wearing a pair of comfy looking blue jeans and a simple black tank top obviously made for a very young girl, but at least they fit.

“You were correct, Ben,” she informed Ben as she settled in and relaxed again.

“If her hearing were any better, she’d be able to read our minds,” Tim suggested with a wink. Anang glanced at him with a meek smile, but didn’t really respond otherwise. “Well, since things have changed, I figured I would take the initiative. Now we’re going to have to figure out not just who we let know Anang even exists, but who can find out she’s been shrunk down to half her height. Liz and Deanna are definitely off the list,” he declared.

“Why?” Anang asked immediately, showing the hurt in her eyes from losing her two friends so suddenly.

“Because there is no way they could keep a secret,” Tim answered her. “They know you’re real height and I have no idea how the hell we explain how you’re around half that now and once they start asking those questions, it opens the world up for more and I am positive they will not be able to shut up about it. They live to gossip.”

“So who can we trust?” Ben asked him.

“Her doctor, for one,” Tim answered. “I called him and asked him to swing by here to check up on Anang. I told him it was a personal favor. I plan to just let the beans spill on who she really is because we need to make sure she’s still healthy and look for any signs that her leg was injured more in the fight. Also… I want to get her some contact lenses, assuming that they’ll work for her. I was gonna pay for it, but since you’re not cash strapped any longer…” Tim told them both with a teasing grin.

“You know, that’s a pretty good idea,” Ben agreed.

“What are contact lenses?” Anang asked Ben.

“You wear them directly on your eyes,” Ben explained. “We’re going to let you see as well as we do.”

“You can do that?” she asked with amazement.

“Oh yes. We may not be able to get you superhuman vision, but 20/20 will do you pretty well,” Tim encouraged. “So there’s that. We’re gonna have to have conversations about your new friend in the men in black and what we can tell him. If we’re on his good side, it would be great if we could stay there.”

“I don’t want to get too close to him. I have no problem helping him out if it gets this shit show under control, but I don’t want to risk them making Anang a target,” Ben answered.

“We need to plan for the eventuality that your buddy figures it out on his own. They may not have been watching you, but they’ll be on this property more regularly now and they’ll be paying a lot closer attention, especially since you now have a reputation as a monster killer.”

“Even if he was willing to overlook Anang for some strange reason, I doubt whoever he works for would,” Ben postulated.

“We don’t get to tell the wind where it blows. We can only tell ourselves how to move with the wind,” Tim told them both.

They continued to brain storm until Daniel arrived to join in the conversation, then Stanley and then Paul showed up with Oliver and once all were there, Ben again shared what had happened after they left the day prior, though Ben left out his cash windfall this time in the briefing. With the whole team in place, Tim took the helm of the discussion again.

“Alright, so Oliver: you claim that there’s only one cave behind the waterfall and all Anang’s people have seen when passing through is here on this world. The only difference is how they arrive when they pass through,” he recapped, which Oliver agreed to. “So, in case this didn’t hit home to everyone, that tells us something important we didn’t know before: we can open up a passage through the veil from our side and travel through.”

“How do you know that?” Stanley asked Tim, though Oliver’s eyes went wide with realization as soon as Tim said it.

“Because the snapping turtle men have traveled to our side and taken our people,” Anang explained, suddenly excited by the ramifications of Tim’s deduction.

“The men in black can do it, but we don’t know how to do that. On the other hand, I think it’s safe to say they don’t know how to invert the field, or what the effect is on the people from the other side. That means they don’t know that we have a shrink bomb that can cut all of those trouble makers down to size.”

“Shrink bomb?” Oliver asked.

“Ben’s term,” Tim explained. “The question is, can we duplicate what that device did that night?”

“Oh yes,” Oliver explained. “But the field isn’t exactly the same every time, so I’ll have to build in the ability to adjust it when it’s activated.”

This last bit of discussion lifted the spirits of everyone dramatically. The ability to turn terrifying enemies into underfoot underdogs was a massive breakthrough, which completely flipped the balance of power. The only question now was whether the door had been dragged further open just as had been suggested in Ben’s conversation from the day before.

“Why did it become so difficult for Anang to shift when it happened?” Ben asked Oliver. “She might not be able to stand up to someone from her side, but in the state she’s in right now, it would probably be a big deal against someone from our side.”

“I have no idea. Can you still shift at all?” Oliver asked her. Anang frowned, but after a little encouragement, she slid down from Ben’s lap and stood there, then she focused, then she seemed to strain, focused, strained a little harder and without any warning, her entire body seemed to surge. Her hair seemed to spread down her neck and took on a more feral appearance. She grew another couple inches in height and her furry tail emerged while her ears morphed to resemble those of a German shepherd. Her nails lengthened and sharpened into dog like claws and her face did change slightly, with her nose pushing outwards, but she was still easily recognizable as Anang, though this version was an incredibly cute little dog girl. She looked at her hands and her face soured at the results of her transformation, but was immediately distracted When Tim and his friends and Oliver began laughing hysterically.

“What?” the three foot tall dog girl demanded to know as she watched old men falling over themselves laughing while facing her. “What is it?”

“You went from terrifying dogman to a pup named Scooby Doo!” Paul chortled, which made Anang’s face turn a deep, angry red.

“I may not know what a Scooby Doo is, but I know what a pup is AND I AM NOT A PUP!” she screamed in her tiny voice.

“Can confirm,” Ben added with a smirk, and Anang turned to face him with a look that might actually kill him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded from him and fumed in her anger even more hotly than before as the five men laughed all the harder. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I’m sorry, but you are the most adorable thing I have ever seen like this!” Tim chortled loudly. Anang grunted angrily at him, then transformed back, shrinking down to how she had been before attempting to shift and stood there scowling at them until Ben reached out and lifted her back up to him with her permission.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ben bellowed at them. It took a moment, but the five of them did calm down just enough to listen. “Hope you all enjoyed that, because I think you’re forgetting that Anang was our ace in the hole,” he informed them all. “We did everything as well as we had planned for, but it still wasn’t enough last night and Anang had to finish the job on two of them last night. What do you think happens when they send more through?”

“Yeah, but we have the shrink bomb,” Daniel pointed out.

“It affected Anang less than it did the other one. It has a limited range,” Ben pointed out. “And do I need to remind you that they all emerged from that thing last night spread out? Oliver, you said you were going to make growing Anang back to her normal size your top priority,” Ben stated and waited for him to acknowledge that statement. “Then why are you sitting here laughing at her misfortune? Having her shrunk down like this opens us up to all kinds of new problems. People know her here now. People are going to ask questions, even if we hide her from now on.”

There was a little remaining resistance, but in the end the others agreed that Anang being shrunk to half her height caused far too many additional problems.

“I’m useless like this,” she complained, thoroughly dejected by her predicament.

“You’re anything but,” Stanley answered back with conviction. “You still have that nose and those ears. Let me ask you something: can the others where you come from do those things better than you can?”

“No,” Anang answered him while pouting.

“And that’s really what you’ve been able to give us even when you were bedridden,” Tim chimed in. “You knew the men in black were here on this property well before anyone else could have known. You were able to tell when your people were coming through as well. The truth of the matter is Ben is right that you were our strongest asset when you were full sized, but that wasn’t enough. They were still enough to almost overpower us in the end if we hadn’t shrunk the both of you, and if you hadn’t sacrificed your size to save Ben, we would have lost him as well.”

“Now it’s going to be our turn,” Daniel assured her. “You’ve done your part. On this world, we don’t send the women to fight for us. Even if they are super powered. You’re more important than that.”

“We shouldn’t have relied on you in the first place,” Stanley agreed. “You’re still injured.”

Anang accepted a round of apologies before adding her own two cents in. “I wanted revenge,” she confided in the all. “All four of those men were there when my village was conquered.”

“Nenaginad wasn’t in that party?” Paul asked Anang.

“No,” she replied. “Which is not good for us. When he sees that none of his braves returned, he will be far more dangerous.”

During the day, Ben had walked with Oliver back to the site of the fight, but as they approached they found a full squad of men at the site still investigating. One man stood rigid in the distance and glared at them, ready for a fight, but Ben honored his agreement from the day before and turned back without any protest.

A little later, they were sitting out on the porch discussing the matter when Anang’s head lifted and she went rigid, alerting them to someone approaching from the roadway. Ben swiftly slipped inside to hide Anang away quickly, and by the time he returned, a black SUV was sitting in the driveway and the other men were watching as the man from the day before stepped out with three others. Tim and his friends were more than a little wary, while Oliver attempted to hide himself behind a post. Ben showed none of the caution the others did and approached the visitors directly before they could reach the house.

As it turned out, when they identified that Oliver was on the property from earlier, they decided it was a good idea to stop by and have a chat with him. Ben asked them about it, and once he had a strong enough story to tell Oliver, he went back to the cabin to retrieve him.

Their questions were very straightforward and specific. They wanted to know the parts he had used in his device as well as how he had configured it. Oliver was petrified the entire conversation, but he complied with their questions and gave them what they asked for, though he did admit later that he left out a few key details that would have been crucial for them to create a device of their own. His reasoning, as he explained it, was that they saw him as nothing more than an amateur dabbling with electronics and not nearly as knowledgeable as their personal sources would be. He knew they had many more advanced weapons than he had come up with, so he didn’t want to give away that he’d been very specific with what he’d built and knew exactly what he was constructing and for what purpose before he handed the device off. Before they left, Ben had another word with the leader.

“I’m assuming that your guys aren’t going to be helping me keep this place from being destroyed when they come back?”

“We’re not here to provide security services,” the man answered back.

“I need access to my own land,” Ben insisted. “I may not have what you’ve got, but I need to learn whatever I can. I need to try to figure out what’s coming through next time and when.”

“The next opening will be within two weeks,” the man answered very softly to make sure the others wouldn’t overhear him.

“Do you know the spot?” Ben asked, but the man shook his head.

“I still need access to that land. If you’re not going to fight for me, I need to be able to do it myself. There’s got to be a way I can scout our land without getting in your way.”

“You have enough money. Why don’t you just buy a new place?” the man challenged.

“This place has been here since my grandpa’s day. I’m not surrendering it. Tell me how to better stay out of your way,” Ben insisted. The man hemmed and hawed for a moment, then allowed his compatriots to join after listening in on the last parts of the discussion.

“We’ll put up markers where we’re going to be,” one man informed Ben. Red for morning, blue for middle of the day, orange for end of the day. We’re not coming out here at night. I think you know why. Don’t touch any equipment you come across. If you do, you’ll regret it.”

“Don’t put it in a place where I’ll trip over it,” Ben answered back. “I’m sure whatever I put out will look like leftovers from a junkyard to you guys, but do me a favor and don’t break anything?”

“No munitions. No mines or anything like that,” another man warned Ben.

“That stuff would be useless to me anyways. I think we have a way to confuse and disorient them when they show up. So expect more of that. Anything new, can I call that number you gave me?

The man from the day before agreed, and then prepared to depart. “Good luck,” he told Ben grimly. “You’ll need it.”

“If I survive, maybe it will teach your tech guys a thing or two and get you some new toys in the future. If I don’t, then I guess I’m just another hillbilly screwing around with junk,” Ben joked.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CipherZero » Wed Mar 26, 2025 10:49 pm

OK, someone's gotta draw mini-werewolf Anang, no AI slop, and I guess I'd better start

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Thu Mar 27, 2025 1:10 am

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Wed Mar 26, 2025 10:49 pm
OK, someone's gotta draw mini-werewolf Anang, no AI slop, and I guess I'd better start
I totally agree. I actually tried my best to create this image of her in her half transformed state using AI and I just couldn't get it right. I really wanted an image to post with this chapter, but couldn't get it done. Sorry. :(

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Sat Apr 19, 2025 3:39 am

I''ve needed to make some adjustments to what I've written based on a few things while researching this story, thus why I haven't updated, however, I did manage to finally coax an image of Anang post shrinking out of AI. It's not real art, I know, but... I still wanted to share even if I don't quite have more story to share. I hope this little illustration adds something for anyone reading.
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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Mon Aug 25, 2025 3:12 am

Later that evening, Anang was sitting on the countertop staring at her tiny dangling feet while Ben cooked for her. Her expression was dejected and largely despondent. “It’s okay,” Ben assured her. “You’re just little, not broken. We’re doing everything we can to grow you back. If we’re lucky, we may have a shot within two weeks.”

“That’s still a long time to try to live this small,” she complained.

“You managed before, right?”

“When I was a child,” she answered quite bitterly. “A very, very YOUNG child.”

“Well you’re definitely no child,” Ben told her with a smile while wrapping up their dinner.

“You promised me waawaashkeshi tonight,” she mumbled.

“I don’t have much left after this,” Ben warned her.

“Don’t burn it,” she insisted.

“Too bad you don’t know how to cook it yourself,” Ben teased, but got a fiery glare in response. While sitting down for dinner, Anang’s eyes went wide as she took her first bite and suddenly all of her troubles seemed to melt away.

“How could it be this tender?” she asked while devouring the venison.

“Slow down a bit,” Ben encouraged. “Enjoy it a little. I don’t have much venison left so I’ll be needing to get a deer sooner or later if we want to have more. So just savor what we’ve got.”

“It’s so good, though,” she insisted while struggling to slow her intake of the delicious food. “Why are you still helping me?” She wanted to know suddenly. “Weakness like I have now would be like a disease. If you were shrunk like I am now, I would not do the same for you,” she admonished him.

“Yeah, well, at least you’re more honest about it than most women,” Ben answered sarcastically. “I guess I should go out of my way to avoid getting shrunk, then,” he suggested.

“Most definitely,” Anang agreed fervently. There was a moment of silence as they ate, then Ben decided on a completely different topic.

“I was wondering,” he began, waiting for Anang’s eyes to lift and stare up at him. “Back on Halloween night, I remember how uncomfortable you seemed when you saw that couple kissing outside the shop.”

“Kissing,” she repeated, though her pronunciation was awkward and betrayed a lack of familiarity with the word.

“And thinking back, I remember you giving the same look when a man and woman kissed at the diner.”

“When they put their mouths together…” she deduced.

“Yes. Do your people not kiss?”

“No. It’s a very strange behavior. I didn’t want to make a scene, though. No one else seemed to mind it.”

“So you don’t know what kissing is?”

“No. Is there a point to it?”

“Well, yeah. It’s a way to show affection, and be intimate,” Ben explained while Anang stared at him with her mouth right over her plate as she continued driving food into her waiting mouth. “So you kiss people you care about. You can kiss your children or family members, but it’s usually a lot more… personal when it’s about romance.”

“Romance. So this passes as romantic here?” she asked him.

“Yeah,” Ben replied back. “So is there something on your side?”

“I don’t see how we can do that in our other form,” she answered flatly.

“So how do they do it?”

“A man will grab the woman he chooses and bite the back of her neck. She then must decide to submit or not.”

“And if she does?”

“She shifts to this form and he takes her to a safe place to mate.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“She will attack him before he can kill her,” she answered back. “Usually she will rip his throat out.”

“I don’t see how a man would want to approach a woman with risks like that,” Ben pondered back with an awkward smile.

Anang nodded her head agreeing fully with him. “A man does not do that unless he is very, very, very sure. But if the man does bite the back of her neck and she does not begin to fall to her hands and knees, he might still get away before she tries to rip his throat out. A man should not be too stubborn.”

“I’m not sure I would want to do it that way.”

“If she chooses him, he knows from then forward,” she consoled him.

“So a woman never rejects her man after that first time?”

“Well… she won’t kill him,” she insisted.

“What about if he doesn’t want to play nice and just simply rapes her?” Ben asked.

“Rape?” she asked back and then Ben was forced to explain the concept, which was surprisingly foreign to her.

“Oh. Well we cannot have sex while in that form. Our… parts won’t… fit properly. We must revert back to this form. There are cases where men have done that, but it can take days to wear a woman down so that she is forced to shift back and he is likely to be killed by the village for it if he is caught. This is another reason why we never go out into the world in this form. We are always shifted.”

“Hmm..” he pondered.

After dinner, Anang was sitting on the counter again, this time watching as Ben washed the dishes, which she was small enough and limited in movement enough that she wasn’t much help with yet.

“So Anang, you’ve never been kissed before?” Ben asked her. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him confused, but shook her head. “Would you like to try it and see how it feels?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Try it?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning just a little closer while drying his hands with a towel.

“You… want to… kiss with me?”

“Yes,” Ben answered point blank. She fidgeted a little and gulped.

“What is it like?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Do you want me to show you?” Ben asked her back. She fidgeted again and smiled nervously, then nodded, so Ben ran his fingers through her hair and held the side of her head with his hand, then he leaned closely. She watched him intently and quite nervously until he closed his eyes, then she imitated him and she shivered slightly when their lips met, quite gently and slowly, then much more sensually as Ben kissed her once, then twice and by the third time, she was imitating his motions and sighing as she kissed him back. Then he pulled back and looked into her soft, glowing amber eyes. “What do you think?” he asked, smiling at the rosy color over her cheeks and upper chest.

“I liked it,” she whispered back up to him.

“Want to try it again?” he asked, leaning quite closely again. She trembled as she felt his hand on her back and she looked like a fawn ready to amble away for a moment, but she then leaned upward toward him, so Ben leaned back down and kissed her again. This time the kissing was much more prolonged and intimate than before as she quickly caught on and her body began shifting and undulating as they kissed for a few moments before she stopped and embarrassedly caught her breath while blushing up at him.

“I like that,” she eventually whispered again to him, blushing deeply when Ben smiled warmly in response.

“How about this?” Ben asked, then leaned down to kiss her again, this time coaxing her mouth open and pressing his tongue forward until it met with hers and they began playfully dancing with each other. She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and with the other, she gripped his shirt and pulled on it, pushing back against him and moaning as she made out with him with surprising passion. When their lips parted again, she blushed once again and giggled quite nervously up to him. “Was it as bad as you thought it would be?” Ben teased.

“Much better,” she replied and tugged on his shirt, encouraging him to kiss her again, and this time, he slid his hand underneath her bottom and lifted her up into the air while squeezing her left breast with his other hand. Anang moaned and kissed him harder, throwing herself into his touch and she ravenously attacked his tongue with her much smaller one right until he felt his fingers slide between her legs and begin to slowly and methodically stroke her there and then she pulled back, her breath quivering as she panted.

“I need to save myself for my husband,” she told him in a voice so gentle that the breeze might carry it away.

“I know,” Ben replied gently back, then began kissing and nibbling along her neck, which made Anang shiver and moan and dig her nails enticingly into the back of his neck. A moment later, she forced herself to ignore the pleasure and pushed back again.

“I need to save myself for my husband,” she told him again, this time even more weakly than before.

Ben smiled knowingly and kissed her softly and sensuously before replying. “I know,” he said in a gentle voice that was both knowing and confident. Anang hung there in his arms, staring up into his eyes with tears beginning to fill them, her body shivered and her hands trembled while she seemed to become lost in his eyes. When she was certain she’d found her answers there and she had enough time to bask in them, she nodded and leaned up again, kissing him tenderly and tenuously at first, then with increasing passion until she let go of all of her resistance and her body moved in waves in response to his touch.

Ben continued to stroke her between her legs as he held her up high enough to kiss and it only took a moment for her to begin bucking her hips against his fingers. She grabbed at Ben excitedly, pulling on him and his shirt while also hungrily dragging her nails on him wherever she could get any contact.

She learned quickly from his teaching about kissing and within a few minutes she was experimenting and deciding what she liked, which included biting down on his tongue and then pulling it deeper down into her own mouth and sucking on it. Ben was more than a little taken aback after seeing her so reserved for so long, though he was certainly enjoying this much more animalistic side of her suddenly emerge devouring him the same as should would a plate of rare meat. He was also surprisingly overwhelmed and were it not for how drastically larger he was than her she might have actually wrestled control over him.

Ben staggered for a moment after beginning to learn a few new things himself and leaned against the counter before pulling away from their feral kissing session and he began kissing along her soft neck while holding her more tightly and stroking between her legs even harder as he slipped a hand up her shirt and began massaging her breast.

This caused Anang to arch her back and moan while actually digging her nails into the back of his neck, only barely avoiding gouging his skin with them.

Now that he had her under better control, he carried her to the bedroom, all the while nuzzling, kissing and caressing her as actively as he could to keep her placated while this half sized woman intermittently would open her eyes at him and stare at him with unbridled lust with gritted teeth. Once they were on the bed, she was stunned when he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head lying on the mattress. She squirmed and struggled while grinning nervously up to him.

“I thought you said your woman would give herself to you,” she said with a quivering, high-pitched voice. Ben then leaned down and kissed her sensuously before he replied.

“I thought you had given yourself to me,” Ben said with a mischievous grin. She gulped and froze under this stare, but she nodded, and then gasped as he slipped his free hand up her shirt again and began massaging her breast. “Are you complaining?” he asked while watching her squirm and writhe in pleasure underneath him.

“N-nooo,” she whimpered up to him. Her eyes then shot wide open when he deliberately yanked her shirt up, exposing her entire upper body and then pulled it up over her head leaving her naked from the waste up. Then he lifted her up with a surprised squeak and looked her up and down.

“I wonder if these nipples on your tummy are as sensitive as the nipples women here have,” he considered. Anang went a bright pink and looked like she was about to respond, but Ben pulled her up, planting his lips around the lowest one on her right side and began sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Anang instantly tensed and gasped, digging her fingernails into his scalp and pulled him into her tummy, using whatever strength she had to try to force him to give her more.

Ben carefully tested each of her six nipples, finding each one to be an erogenous zone in themselves, but the ones on her breasts proved to be the most sensitive and when he sucked on them she let out a high pitched, submissive whimper. In fact, she was so enthralled with him nursing from her half dozen options on her half sized body that she didn’t even feel him unbutton her pants. She was completely lost in the sensation while also pawing at him in search of any means to wrest control back herself that she didn’t respond at all until she felt the cool air tickle her bare bottom.

She let out a little squeak of surprise and looked at him with wide eyes, then she bit her lower lip and those same little glowing amber eyes filled with unbridled, animalistic lust as her chest heaved and he pressed her down onto the mattress again and yanked her pants and underwear off with little restraint.

Now fully naked and lying pinned by her wrists by his one hand, she panted hungrily up at him, her thighs rubbing together while Ben appreciatively gazed at her thick patch of pubic hair.

“What about you?” she asked meekly while staring up into his eyes. Ben’s eyes moved to meet them and then she added, “I want to see you too.”

“Are you going to stay put?” Ben asked her, but her expression shifted once again.

“No,” she growled playfully up at him with a sly grin while shaking her head at him.

“You’d better,” Ben warned her with a matching grin. Anang maintained her gaze despite her body visibly itching to pounce.

“I want to see you,” she whispered up to him again. Ben smirked, then let go of her wrists and knelt, pulling his shirt up and over his head in a single, fluid motion. As soon as his upper body was naked, she rolled to her one good leg and leapt up, latching on to him and kissing, clawing and biting at his chest and neck. “All of you,” she whimpered to him while using her entire naked body to grab, pull and grind herself against him like a crazed small animal.

Ben laughed and stood, more than a little impressed that she was continuing to hang onto him without any sign she might be knocked free, then used one hand to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, while the other hand grabbed her tiny ass cheek with impressive force and his middle finger slipped down between those two cheeks, sliding between her soaking labia.

Anang threw her head back, moaning quite loudly and her entire body shuddered while he pulled on his pants, but she screamed primally the moment his probing finger inched forward and made contact with her clitoris. Now her nails did break skin and Ben twitched from the pain, but Anang only held on more tightly as he tickled her clit while working his pants free of his hips until they dropped down and his erect penis popped free.

Anang lurched forward and buried her face in his massive chest while her injured leg twitched spastically. She bit down on the left side of his chest and growled at him then screamed again when he increased the pace at which he was stroking her clitoris. She continued like this for several minutes until her left foot managed to make contact with his freed cock and she somehow found the willpower to explore it with the sole of her foot. Here eyes went wide and then she let go, falling free as soon as Ben let her bottom loose and dropped in a little heap on the bed and got her first real look at him from head to toe, but it was his groin that made her stop and stare wide eyed while covering her mouth.

“That is VERY big,” she commented in disbelief.

Ben looked down at his member, then back at her with an embarrassed smile. “Well, you are half the height you were the other day,” Ben pointed out.

Anang glanced up at him, and then back down again, sitting up and touching the tip of it with her fingers. “N-noo,” she argued with a nervous giggle. “It is VERY big.”

“I’m not that big. I wish I was, but I’m not.”

“Even considering how small I am right now, this is huge,” she commented. “None of the men of my tribe are this big.”

“Are you sure that you’re not just exaggerating because you’ve been shrunk?” Ben asked her, watching as she stared at it with morbid curiosity and petted the head, then chirped when it twitched from her wonderfully gentle attention.

“If the men of my village had one this big, they would not be able to hide it. It would get caught in the briars and thickets, even when they shifted.”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, which confused Anang. “So, you’re saying all the men of your world have tiny penises?” he laughed.

“Compared to THIS?” she asked quite nervously. “This is normal on your world?”

“Something like that,” Ben assured her, then crawled up onto the bed and she fell back, still staring wide eyed at his cock as he loomed over her and it pointed directly at her face. “Is that alright?” Anang offered a conflicted smile, far up to him.

“My aunts would complain that they wished their husbands were just a little bigger,” she giggled nervously.

“Do you want to stop?” Ben asked her with genuine concern. She looked up at him as if in shock, then grabbed it with both hands and pulled on it with her entire tiny weight.

“No!” she immediately denied. “It’s just… so much.”

Ben then grabbed her underneath her armpits and slid her across the bed until he was leaning directly over her. “So this is your first time?” he asked, though there was a certain amount of skepticism in his voice. Anang nodded quickly and nervously. “Did that feel good what I was just doing to you?” he then asked her. She blushed and nodded and then chirped as Ben grabbed her and flipped her facing downward while wrapping his arms around the diminutive woman. “How about this?” he asked, then he squeezed one breast with his hand and slid his fingers between her legs and began petting her in earnest up and down her wet, swollen labia and tracing circles around her clitoris.

Anang was stuck suspended halfway in the air but trapped in his arms and the moment she felt his hands probing and petting her pussy, she screamed gutturally and reached up, clawing for his shoulders and neck which were frustratingly just outside of her reach. However, that certainly didn’t stop her nails from dragging over his skin constantly in response.

He held this tiny tiger in his arms, stroking her off and fondling her little body while she kicked and screamed with tiny, intermittent feral growls in between and he continued for several minutes, whispering down to her ear, “tell me what you like,” assertively.

She lurched and shuddered several times as he repeated himself a little more forcefully each time until she finally muttered, “like that,” in a whimpering voice, and then a stuttering moan echoed through the room. On he continued diligently until her body tensed and her moans increased in volume and pitch, and then her tiny body tensed and she leaned her head down, biting his forearm as she continued screaming. Then finally her entire body shuddered and surged and she kicked spastically several times in a row before she fell forward limp in his arms panting.

“What… did you do to me?” she asked in a hoarse voice while Ben kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as she twitched in the afterglow. “How do you know my body better than I do?”

“You haven’t even touched yourself before?” Ben asked her.

“Why would I do that?” she asked him pathetically.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter,” Ben considered, letting her catch her breath after her entire world had shifted cataclysmically for the first time. Ben waited and watched her closely until her breathing slowed and she made some soft noises almost as if she were purring, and then he slipped his fingers between her legs again and began gently petting between her labia slowly and sensually. Anang moaned softly from the attention, not realizing that Ben was gauging where she was in her post orgasmic haze, and once he was certain she’d cleared her short refractory period, he found her clitoris again and began stroking it in short, delicate strokes, which made Anang tense once more and move into another long, continuous moan.

Ben probed her pussy with two other fingers and lowered his other hand, using his fingers to twist and fondle her lower nipples one at a time, which Anang was quite appreciative of, then without any warning he slid his middle finger up into her pussy and pressed upward on her love canal, which made her scream a primordial scream.

Ben grinned with gluttonous pride and firmed his grip on her, both above and below, though as soon as he did, she wrapped her arms around his forearm and began gnawing and biting on it while growling lustfully in between moans and screams as Ben pushed her sexual buttons and then searched for more. Anang opened her thighs and began pumping her hips, and then she pushed her good leg outward and her foot back in an attempt to try to hook it behind the giant man. Ben continued to play with her like she was his favorite new toy, taking immense pleasure in her rising ecstasy, though he was taken aback when suddenly she looked up at him with gritted teeth and intensely glowing amber eyes and she growled up at him while breathing headily at him.

Fully realizing he had a tiny tiger by the tail, all Ben could do now was begin stroking his finger across her clitoris, fishing it out of its hood. Anang resisted his efforts at first and hugged his arm even more tightly while biting down on his bicep and glaring intensely up at him, but before long, her entire body bucked and she let loose a little whimper, then it bucked again and her legs began kicking spastically as she curled forward gnawing on his arm while covering it in her saliva as her willpower began melting away.

Ben pressed onward, twisting her middle nipple on the left side and making her scream. A moment later her body shuddered violently once again, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped and she let out an airy, high pitched noise before she began convulsing and thrusting her hips against his fingers spastically. The airy noise expanded into a guttural scream and then she convulsed in his arms and she slumped forward, utterly spent and gasping for air.

At this point, Ben’s every touch made her twitch violently, so he pulled his fingers from her womanhood and gently laid her down on the bed where she curled up half in a ball into a quivering mess.

Ben was at first quite proud of himself, but after she didn’t move for several minutes, he laid down on his side and partially spooned her while petting her dark hair gently staring at her with an expression that conveyed a fear that he’d actually broken her. Thankfully, she slowly came around and relaxed. Her breathing slowed and became more regular and she even managed to wipe the sweat from her brow with her forearm as her senses seemed to slowly creep in.

“You alright?” Ben whispered into her ear with unexpected sympathy. Anang nodded while continuing to face away from him while her breathing became intentional and full. “You sure?” Ben asked, but in response, she suddenly flipped over and latched her entire body onto him while clawing at his back and shoulders and biting his earlobe, grinding her womanhood frantically against his giant body.

“M-moooore,” she groaned and growled to him.

“You sure?” Ben questioned, quite surprised by how vigorous the tiny woman seemed to be. Anang pulled her head back and looked him in the eyes with glossy, amber eyes.

“MORE!” she growled, then dove in for a wet, open kiss and winced as their teeth collided with each other with a loud, painful click, but she ignored it and dove into his much larger mouth with her tongue and drew his out and into her much smaller mouth, sucking on it while bobbing her head up and down on it and moaning loudly.

Ben found himself overwhelmed with how enthusiastically she was making love with his giant body and it took him a good couple minutes to collect himself, but when he did, he pushed her up into his hands and threw her down onto the mattress, pinning her arms.

Anang’s eyes were wide and alive and she looked almost possessed as she stared up at him growling like a feral animal at him. Ben leaned down and kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue and took control by force in the kiss, which made Anang moan loudly, then he pulled up and away and dragged her little body across the mattress to position her directly in front of his ready cock.

She stared at it with wide eyes and an expression mixed with a dangerous concoction of unbridled hunger and intense apprehension. Ben showed much more restraint and tipped his hips downward and aimed himself between her legs, but as soon as he did, she somehow managed to free one of her pinned arms and grabbed his shaft with her full strength and pulled on it so hard that her tiny body was dragged to the immovable cock. As soon as the head was firmly pressed up against her womanhood parting her labia, her body moved in an undulating wave. She ground her hips against it, then screamed as she felt him lower his weight down on her, pressing firmly to penetrate her.

By the time half of the head had entered her, her body was twisting and writhing wildly. Her movements were so unruly, in fact, that she managed to free the other arm and she swung it down and grabbed his balls in her hand, squeezing them as she continued to grip his shaft and drag herself to him.

By the time the head was fully submerged into her pussy, she was alternating between guttural, primal screams and gasping for air, her torso lifting and collapsing back on the mattress as he continued to slowly press himself inside of her. All the while she gripped the shaft of his cock with all her strength and pulled on it while pumping her hips upward in an attempt to force him to enter her further and faster.

Each fraction of an inch entered within her was an escalation of pleasure for both of them. Anang moaned louder and louder as she was enthralled with the sensation of being filled from within while Ben huffed and gasped by how tight she was and how the more he entered her, the more tightly her body gripped him. At one point, Ben’s grip on the comforter slipped and he fell forward, plunging almost all the way into her in one haphazard thrust and she screamed so loudly that the walls of the cabin shook and a decorative glass in the living room rang tentatively from her vocalizations. She let go of the shaft of his cock, still holding his balls with the other hand, squeezing them and massaging them. He looked at her with concern, but when he saw nothing but hunger in her eyes, shrugged his concerns off and rammed the remainder of his length deep into her, causing her to scream and slam both of her arms to the mattress and grab the comforter beneath her.

Ben strained from the pressure of her tiny womb, struggling to keep from cumming right then and there, pausing to catch his breath, though this would prove to be a fatal mistake as the carnally crazed Anang now sensed weakness. She reached up and grabbed his hips, pawing them and exploring how to use them exactly the way that she wanted to, completely ignoring the fact that he was far too large and heavy to force him to do anything.

Ben then began thrusting very slowly and methodically in and out of her, doing everything within his power to conserve himself for as long as possible and closing his eyes to focus right up until she felt her legs wrap around his hips and her nails dig into the skin of his waste. He opened his eyes and looked down and laughed nervously and briefly as he was met with glowing amber eyes that were staring up at him defiantly as well with primal ferocity. As he withdrew slowly, he gasped when she squeezed around him and pulled herself upward to slam her pussy back against his hips again and he groaned while she moaned loudly.

He tried to pull back again, but she repeated the motion, then released and pulled herself up to him again and again, each time with more speed and power as she learned how to utilized her own small body to her advantage against him.

Ben nearly fell over onto one of his elbows, but even the collapsing giant wasn’t enough to frighten Anang any longer. She thrust herself up against him faster and harder, moaning and screaming as her nails dug deeper into his skin and in a moment it was painfully evident that Ben no longer had any say in how fast his cock would be plunged into her, despite being on top of her.

Ben determined that he would not give in without a fight and began pumping back at her as his face showed a rallying expression of determination, fighting for control again and letting loose as each time he drove himself into her she screamed twice as loud as when she dragged herself up to meet him. Ben groaned and gasped for air, thrusting hard enough that the entire bed began creaking as its feet began dragging across the floor in tiny fits and starts.

They both competed for control, thrusting against each other wildly, sometimes working with each other, other times trying to catch the other when not prepared. Anang screamed and moaned and Ben groaned more and more loudly until Ben suddenly thrust with all of his weight into her as deeply as he possibly could, surging his seed directly up into her shrunken womb in a single, loud grunt.

Anang gasped and screamed at the sensation, then doubled her own grip and began dragging herself up and down his length frantically until she too let out a loud, long, continuous scream as Ben’s second and third eruptions within her surged and then collapsed onto her back twitching and covered in sweat. Ben swooned and then performed a controlled collapse off to the side and he too gasped for air, wiping the sweat from his brow.

There was a period of pure silence in the cabin as the two disparately sized lovers regained their senses. Ben was the first to manage some semblance of recovery and he scooped Anang up into his arm and pulled her onto his sweaty chest, kissing her on top of her head as she twitched in response.

“Holy shit,” Ben gasped. Anang responded by alternately kissing and gnawing and nibbling on his collarbone. After she finally stopped twitching, she dragged her head up and swooned, then leaned up and kissed him long and sweetly before collapsing on his shoulder and surrendering her body to desperately needed rest and sleep. With nothing else to do, Ben moved and turned his body until he could pull the covers up and over them both, but he stopped to look down at his spent cock to see a thin ring of blood around his softening shaft.

“Wow,” he commented, struck by the clear evidence that indeed, she had been a virgin up until this moment.

Anang vocalized a soft “hmmm,” still filled with yearning in it, then she faded for the night, leaving Ben to cover them both up and turn off the lights.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CipherZero » Tue Aug 26, 2025 11:02 pm

That was really sweet, a great (figurative) growing experience for Anang too

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Sun Aug 31, 2025 5:24 am

CipherZero wrote:
Tue Aug 26, 2025 11:02 pm
That was really sweet, a great (figurative) growing experience for Anang too
Thanks zero! :D I'm happy you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for the delay in responding; I've been out of town.

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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by sallyfourth » Wed Sep 03, 2025 12:29 am

This chapter is very, very sweet. I think it's my favorite so far.

Seeya!
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Re: The Nemadji River Incident

Post by CKent45 » Thu Sep 04, 2025 1:12 pm

sallyfourth wrote:
Wed Sep 03, 2025 12:29 am
This chapter is very, very sweet. I think it's my favorite so far.

Seeya!
Thank you Sally. I'm glad you liked this chapter. Ironically, I wasn't expecting the sweet aspects to this chapter to get comments as Anang got more than a little aggressive despite her reduced size.

But, for you to say this was your favorite chapter so far is quite a compliment!