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A Strange Charm | rhetorical | 1

 

You are returning from an enjoyable hike in the woods, late one afternoon, when you hear a strange croaking, groaning sound. You turn to your left, and see something that takes you by surprise.

You can't believe it at first, and you stand there staring dumbly. You see a miniature human figure, who looks like a girl of nineteen or twenty, struggling and groaning with the effort of moving towards the trail. She is wearing tattered green cloth, and is badly bruised and scraped. Her short brown hair is disheveled. From the creaking sound of her voice, it sounds like she hasn't had water for days.

She puts her hand on the path, and stops from surprise, as though she didn't see it in front of her. When her eyes wander across your hiking shoe, she freezes, and struggles to raise her head upwards, looking terrified at what she will see. The two of you look at each other for a while.

You wonder if you're going insane as you lock eyes with a humanoid creature, not even twice as big as your thumb. She looks at your first with terror, then with desperation. She seems to decide something, and reaches up her arm: but it appears that it's too much, as she immediately collapses. You bend down to get a closer look. It's amazing: she's so small, but looks perfectly human.

She obviously needs help. You do your best to gently pick her up, and you bring her home safely.

You put a pillow on your coffee table and lay her on it. She doesn't seem to speak any language you know. You put some water in a small dish for her, and shake some breadcrumbs from a bag of bread for her to eat. She immediately lurches to drink some water, but she won't touch the breadcrumbs. Somehow, you get an instinctive feeling that she won't eat the crumbs, and that what she wants is close by. You can't figure out what, so you try to nudge a bread crumb right to her.

She lurches forward and collapses onto your finger, grabbing it with both hands to keep her steady. To your amazement, she starts licking it. She starts off like a deer licking a salt-lick, but to your amazement, she seems to become more energetic and passionate with each passing minute, tonguing your finger like it was the object of her desire.

She looks up at you with loving gratitude shining in her eyes. She even looks a bit healthier, though still not in the best shape. But she looks fairly sure of herself as she slowly starts slipping out of the torn green outfit she wore, revealing what at one time must have been an unblemished and perfect female figure.

She has full firm breasts, with rosy red nipples; soft thin curls between her legs, and pussy lips which were beginning to swell a little. But all at one-tenth scale. She looks at you hungrily, hopefully.

 

What's your gender, and what do you do?


          [Male] She wants inside your pants --- almost literally

          [Female] She seduces her nutrition off of you

 
 
 

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