Autumn is here Part 1

Autumn sauntered off the path, to scout for locations for photoshoots. The woods got thicker as her sandals crunched through the dry leaves that accumulated there, throughout the ages. MErcifully, the brush was not so thick as to make it impassable. She was wearing short shorts, and told herself that at the first sign of sticker bushes, she would do an about face. She didn’t want her exposed, long legs to get scratched before a shoot she wanted to plan in the next few days. Just as she thought, ‘This isn’t so bad,’ a thin tree limb whacked her forehead. It more surprised her than hurt. She loved being a 6-foot tall girl, towering over people. But, one of the consequences of her height, is she was more apt to bump her head.

She continued on, rubbing her tousled hair that the branch disrupted, not paying very good attention. As she looked back up, she noticed the woods got more clear, but looked older. More like something out of a storybook, or fantasy movie. This location, in and of itself, would make an interesting shoot. She could see herself dressed as a mage, or a princess, or a goddess. She had been walking in the woods for almost a half an hour, so far. She decided to keep going, to see if any parts of the woods got even more interesting.

More of the same: twisted trees, flowers and ivy that seemed to thrive in the lack of light. And, the delightful crunch of what few leaves were on the ground here. She looked down at her feet.

They were tan from the summer, with a pedicure that still looked good, but was slightly showing its age. She would have to get a refresh before the shoot. They were red now. Maybe red again? Maybe a girly pink, or light blue? She thought her toes looked great with a french tip when her feet were tan like this.

Crush. Crush. She loved that sound. Something primal about it. She could feel the contours of the land under her thin sandals. The leather flexed with her foot, and the straps held her feet fast in place, though the heel popped up. As her feet sweat, it made a bit of a suction noise, and then a POP as her heel hit it again.

She had been lost staring at her own feet for a while, and long lithe legs as they pumped below her. She wasn’t really paying much attention to the path in front of her. She saw a small stream, probably not ankle high in its deepest. Most of it would barely crest her sandals. She could easily step across it.

Her sandal sunk in the mud very slightly, as she extended her leg over to the other side.

She saw something below her that almost made her slip and fall.

A toy.

Maybe.

A boat. No more than an inch long. It floated along under her as she stood with a foot on each side of the banks of the creek. She bent at her waist to take a closer look.

It was nothing short of amazing. It was no mere canoe. It seemed to be a huge, so to speak, craft. Full of windows...a yacht? No. Bigger. A cruise ship?

She picked her foot up out of her right sandal and hovered it over the boat. She gently plummeted her toe behind the craft. Tiny ripples met the ship, and sent it bobbing. Then her eyes focussed on the boat as little dots seemed to bubble around on the decks.

What?

Autumn put her foot back in her sandal and bent her knees to lower even closer to the boat.

No.

Those couldn’t be...tiny people.

She crouched there, looming over the boat, like the Colossus of Rhodes, but far bigger.

The boat seemed to move from her much more quickly...but still a snail’s pace on her scale. It still rocked and reeled from her toe’s intrusion in its tiny space.

It had no hope of getting away from her, but...it was sure trying.

She wasn’t done with it though. She slowly, gently reached her hand down toward it. There was little light streaming in through the trees, but her hand cast the ship in shadow. She felt the cool water on her fingers as they reached in the stream. Her red fingernails were not that long, but were longer than the boat. Probably even on her pinky. Her thumb and index finger hovered on either side of the boat as she slowly closed her fingers toward its hull. The ship rocked and rolled with her disruption of the current, and then suddenly froze as he made contact.

The hull felt aming on the pads of her fingers: intricate, and warm. A froth kicked out the back as its engines tried to overpower her gentle grip. She heard a small metallic groan as her fingers continued to compress the hull.

She had stopped it, dead in its tracks. The fingers of a girl vs a huge boat, and the girl was winning. Easily.

The decks roiled with tiny, almost imperceptible dots coruscating in chaos.

The next step was to pick up the ship. She held her breath, which was harder to do than usual, as her heart was pounding in excitement. Almost in slow motion, she lifted the ship. IT groaned more and she saw the sides crumple as she pinched too hard. She relaxed her grip so much, she thought she might drop it, but steadily--trying to keep it level, she picked it up.

In the longest ten seconds of her life, she slowly raised to her full height.

She noticed the ship’s proximity to her long legs as she held it close to her body, then her shorts, her exposed belly button that could almost fit the entire ship, past her breasts in the tight bikini top. She swerved her hand as it rose to avoid a collision with them. She almost giggled at the sight of the ship as it passed them. They could fit in her cleavage with room to spare.

As her arm lifted, her neck straightened, as her blond hair obscured her vision. With her free hand, she swept it out of the way, causing a bit of instability in the listing ship. Before it was level with her eyes, it passed her mouth, as she whispered, “Wow.”

The gale force of her whisper, swept through her lips, and sent what must have been hundreds of tiny dots...people...were they people?...flying over the edge. The decks were swept clean.

“Oops,” she thought.

With the cruise ship by her eyes, she still couldn’t see them too well. It was uncomfortable to have her eyes focus on something that close, but they were so small. Also, her slender, long fingers obscured much of the ship.

She marveled at what she could see. It was undeniably real. A real, miniscule ship.

As much as she peered at the tiny ship, she was looking inside herself. This made her feel powerful, and in ways she never comprehended before.

She was still quite young, and had a lot of herself to figure out. She noticed the feeling in her was very similar to when she would get too close to a person shorter than she was, and peer down at them, towering over them...dominating them. It was always a thrill, a power trip, and...a turn on. The way she felt now was a kin to that sensation, but much, much stronger.

Little people started slowly coming on the deck again. She could see them better. She didn’t know 100% that they were human, but they were close at least. What little detail she could see sure looked human: Tiny limbs, heads, different clothes. Different tools they were using, ropes, ladders, other indescribable stuff.

She noticed some going for what could only be tiny lifeboats toward the front of the ship, just past her fingernail of her thumb. She looked at the lifeboats and people piling in, then raised an eyebrow, and looked at the water far down below. Possibly miles below on their scale. Where did they think they were going?

She reached the nail of her left hand right under the lifeboat. It was smaller than a grain of rice. She lifted under it. Her gentle motions were too much for it, as her nail buffeted the hull, and pierced it. The metal caved in, and tiny sparkles of glass from the windows exploded out. The life boat came unattached and slid down the inner incline of her nail, resting against her finger pad. Like dirt, under her nails.

The dominant side of her felt like a goddess to these little things. She wanted to pinch her fingers, so effortlessly and crush them. And she almost did...but for one thought.

I wonder if there are more?

Were they going to somewhere, or from?

She fought her urges and decided to put the boat back in the water, to follow it, to see if it went to a location with even more little people.

She could play nice for now.

Raised above her nose, the ship could not see her wicked grin on her full, glossy lips.

“I’m sorry, little people. I mean you no harm. I was just curious. Please, feel free to continue your journey.”

She had doubts that the little ship would still float, but hoped the damage she had done was only superficial.

She once again lowered, to the surface of the water, as slowly as possible. Giving them another view of her statuesque body, feeling even more exhibitionistic. When the boat was in the water, she tentatively let go of it. It sank the water, almost up to the deck, then bounced back up. A travel of a few millimeters, but no doubt a bone-rattling event to them. While still crouched there, she waved her hand Bye to them.

She turned around with her back to them. All part of her ruse. She wanted to follow them, but not appear like she was following them. But, she also must tope them before they got to any population centers to warn people. She had many ways she was fantasizing about doing that. The boat carried on, limpin to where it was originally going. With her back turned, she looked back at the little lifeboat on her finger nail’s underside. She had no idea what came over her, but she lifted it to her lips, and plunged the boat into her mouth.

Her eyes closed as she savored the experience. She tasted nothing, but the knowledge there were dozens of people on teh boat, in her mouth made her tingle. She drew her finger out of her mouth with a pop. It glistened with her spit, and no boat was there. It, and all the tiny people were in her mouth. Drowning in her spit as she tried to feel them with her tongue. She barely did.

After playing with them a while, she swallowed in contentment.

She slyly looked over her shoulder and waited. Damn, was that little boat slow.