Cut Down to Size
Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 2:12 pm
Chapter 1
With a wet squelch, James’ foot landed in a bog like mud puddle which caused a sense of disgust to wash over him. With a sickening sound, he managed to pull his foot free but now it stank like the rest of this damp forest. He had to be thankful though, knowing that there was so much worse in this forest that he could have encountered.
James was a mages apprentice, or so he would like to have believed. It was true that the person he was studying under was a magician, the problem though was that he was always more interested in his familiar. The small creature was only half a foot in size but she was able to maintain his master’s attention for days on end. This left James to work on his alchemy or be left to his own devices.
James back story was not a happy one by any means, having lost his family only a handful of months ago due to disease, the rest of the village feared he carried the virus and would spread it to them. As such he was banished to the Enchanted Forest never to return. This of course was more trouble than what it was worth, it was only due to high powered magicians that created a field which forced Manamo away, the exact explanation as to how he was unsure. Once he was out of the fields protection, he was vulnerable. Sadly, that was only the beginnings of the problems he could face in the forest. Due to there being so much demonic energy installed into such a small area that the very forest itself had become alive. Never had there been word of anybody ever stepping outside the boundary ever returning.
Thankfully, James had been found passed out and starving by his soon to be master who nursed him back to health. Unfortunately, that was about as good a relationship as they obtained. James had learnt later that he had only been found because the familiar sensed something ‘not of the forest’ nearby. In honesty, it was her life that he was indebted to.
A slight yell escaped James’ lips as he slipped and rolled down a shallow hill, his body gathering a number of small scratches and bruises before he came to a stop. Muttering a silent curse, he got back to his feet and brushed himself off. The only reason he had gone into the forest was that he knew that after a thunderstorm (which had occurred the prior night) a rare mushroom sprouted for only a brief period of time, the sole ingredient he needed to finish his potion.
A swift breeze kicked up suddenly which nearly pushed him backwards. For a moment he wondered where it had come from before he felt a vine land on his shoulder and his attention was brought back to his current situation. The fierce wind had pushed a number of foliage all across the clearing underneath the canopy, much of which had slapped into James. While this wasn’t too bad in itself, there was the distinct smell coming off of the vine which scared him most of all. While his limits in the sexual world were almost non existence, vaginal juice was a common ingredient that his master had stocked away, a smell which he would never forget.
Immediately he set about pushing the foliage of himself and hated the smell of sex on his hands, knowing that it would only serve to draw Manamo towards him. For a few of the stickier tendrils which held him in place he had to slice at them with a curved knife he kept on his person at all times, the only object he carried which belonged to his father. Finally free from nature’s hold and with a sense of desperation, he knew that he had to abandon his quest for the mushroom for a future endeavour. Taking off as fast as his feet would allow, he ran off in the direction he believed his master’s cabin was located. Sadly though, his sense of direction didn’t truly justify where he wanted to go and an uplifted tree root caused him to go head over heels and fall square on his face.
“Shit,” he cursed as he got to his hands and knees, truly not knowing where he was. From the smell of the surrounding area he assumed he was near a bog. Sadly, he knew of no bog within the surrounding vicinity of his master’s home. “Well isn’t this great,” he said shaking his head as he ran his hand through his hair.
From looking through his masters notes, he knew that there were very few manamo that would ever get this close to a swamp and none of them were truly that fearsome alone. Sadly though, alone was not what the group of fairies surrounding him was. Before he could even mutter a curse he could feel the fairies magic sinking into him as his body and clothes began to shrink. His body was frozen as the world around him became bigger, his body paralysed as the fairies magic did its job.
James could do nothing as he knew the fate which would be bestowed upon him, a lifetime of being used as a toy, shared around like an object as he was forever indulged in sexual bliss. Despite being promising to a degree, this was not the life he was after.
He struggled with all his might, his progress becoming smaller as he reached only six inches in height to the point where some of the blades of grass reached higher than his waist. However, that was as far as he shrank as all of the fairies around him split apart, running for their lives as fast as their wings could carry them. As they flew away, James could hear two words coming from a number of lips.
“Demon spawn.”
Somehow, as he braced himself for whatever came his way, he knew that spending an eternity with the fairies may have been a better option. A sense of relief came over him however as he saw that the demon spawn which had scared the fairies happened to be his master’s familiar. “Thank you, I thought I was going to be in deep shit then,” he said wiping his brow with the back of his hand. With a slight thud, the Imp landed in front of him, the two at level height staring eye to eye, one with a sense of joy, the other with a sense of excitement.
Needles to say, the fairies were the better choice.
With a wet squelch, James’ foot landed in a bog like mud puddle which caused a sense of disgust to wash over him. With a sickening sound, he managed to pull his foot free but now it stank like the rest of this damp forest. He had to be thankful though, knowing that there was so much worse in this forest that he could have encountered.
James was a mages apprentice, or so he would like to have believed. It was true that the person he was studying under was a magician, the problem though was that he was always more interested in his familiar. The small creature was only half a foot in size but she was able to maintain his master’s attention for days on end. This left James to work on his alchemy or be left to his own devices.
James back story was not a happy one by any means, having lost his family only a handful of months ago due to disease, the rest of the village feared he carried the virus and would spread it to them. As such he was banished to the Enchanted Forest never to return. This of course was more trouble than what it was worth, it was only due to high powered magicians that created a field which forced Manamo away, the exact explanation as to how he was unsure. Once he was out of the fields protection, he was vulnerable. Sadly, that was only the beginnings of the problems he could face in the forest. Due to there being so much demonic energy installed into such a small area that the very forest itself had become alive. Never had there been word of anybody ever stepping outside the boundary ever returning.
Thankfully, James had been found passed out and starving by his soon to be master who nursed him back to health. Unfortunately, that was about as good a relationship as they obtained. James had learnt later that he had only been found because the familiar sensed something ‘not of the forest’ nearby. In honesty, it was her life that he was indebted to.
A slight yell escaped James’ lips as he slipped and rolled down a shallow hill, his body gathering a number of small scratches and bruises before he came to a stop. Muttering a silent curse, he got back to his feet and brushed himself off. The only reason he had gone into the forest was that he knew that after a thunderstorm (which had occurred the prior night) a rare mushroom sprouted for only a brief period of time, the sole ingredient he needed to finish his potion.
A swift breeze kicked up suddenly which nearly pushed him backwards. For a moment he wondered where it had come from before he felt a vine land on his shoulder and his attention was brought back to his current situation. The fierce wind had pushed a number of foliage all across the clearing underneath the canopy, much of which had slapped into James. While this wasn’t too bad in itself, there was the distinct smell coming off of the vine which scared him most of all. While his limits in the sexual world were almost non existence, vaginal juice was a common ingredient that his master had stocked away, a smell which he would never forget.
Immediately he set about pushing the foliage of himself and hated the smell of sex on his hands, knowing that it would only serve to draw Manamo towards him. For a few of the stickier tendrils which held him in place he had to slice at them with a curved knife he kept on his person at all times, the only object he carried which belonged to his father. Finally free from nature’s hold and with a sense of desperation, he knew that he had to abandon his quest for the mushroom for a future endeavour. Taking off as fast as his feet would allow, he ran off in the direction he believed his master’s cabin was located. Sadly though, his sense of direction didn’t truly justify where he wanted to go and an uplifted tree root caused him to go head over heels and fall square on his face.
“Shit,” he cursed as he got to his hands and knees, truly not knowing where he was. From the smell of the surrounding area he assumed he was near a bog. Sadly, he knew of no bog within the surrounding vicinity of his master’s home. “Well isn’t this great,” he said shaking his head as he ran his hand through his hair.
From looking through his masters notes, he knew that there were very few manamo that would ever get this close to a swamp and none of them were truly that fearsome alone. Sadly though, alone was not what the group of fairies surrounding him was. Before he could even mutter a curse he could feel the fairies magic sinking into him as his body and clothes began to shrink. His body was frozen as the world around him became bigger, his body paralysed as the fairies magic did its job.
James could do nothing as he knew the fate which would be bestowed upon him, a lifetime of being used as a toy, shared around like an object as he was forever indulged in sexual bliss. Despite being promising to a degree, this was not the life he was after.
He struggled with all his might, his progress becoming smaller as he reached only six inches in height to the point where some of the blades of grass reached higher than his waist. However, that was as far as he shrank as all of the fairies around him split apart, running for their lives as fast as their wings could carry them. As they flew away, James could hear two words coming from a number of lips.
“Demon spawn.”
Somehow, as he braced himself for whatever came his way, he knew that spending an eternity with the fairies may have been a better option. A sense of relief came over him however as he saw that the demon spawn which had scared the fairies happened to be his master’s familiar. “Thank you, I thought I was going to be in deep shit then,” he said wiping his brow with the back of his hand. With a slight thud, the Imp landed in front of him, the two at level height staring eye to eye, one with a sense of joy, the other with a sense of excitement.
Needles to say, the fairies were the better choice.