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The Next Morning
Brunilda blinks her eyes open as the morning sun reaches her eyes... and lets out a quiet sigh upon seeing that things have once again scaled way up. The doorway on the other end of the room looks like it's on the other end of the room, and the supply box looks taller than her now. She takes a deep breath and looks at the other pygmy possum sleeping next to her, smiling at her girlfriend looking fairly content in her sleep.
One heck of a journey, she muses to herself.
She can't really bring herself to be all that surprised anymore. Maybe a bit disappointed at best.
Fiora sleeps quietly, having been nestled up atop Brunilda, snug and warm. Now, she finds that massive source of enveloping warmth gone, and rolls over, wrapping an arm around the now smaller Brunilda and pulling her closer.
"Mmmm j-just five more minutes..."
Brunilda blinks, then smiles and holds Fiora close before whispering. "All morning if you want, love."
Fiora hums softly, "All morning...? Sounds nice..."
Her eyes slowly start to open, the possum waking up little by little to stare at Brunilda, a bit of confusion crossing her face for a moment before it registers what happened. "...guess you were right, hm?"
Brunilda sighs with a small smile: "Yeah. Turns out my hunch was right. We're tiny again."
Fiora smirks slightly, leaning against Brunilda. "Tiny together... and nothing else we can really do, hm? So there really is no reason to get out of bed, huh?"
Brunilda hums: "Well, we can always try to see what we can do, but it's probably not wise to get on the road before you change back..."
Fiora shakes her head, "Nah. We can't even carry our supplies. Plus, still gotta sell this place... and see if we can't track down any leads of wizards who might specialize in weird magic curse transformation things... too much to do that we can't do when small, right?"
She moves in closer to rest her head on Brun's chest, closing her eyes again, "Can do this though."
Brunilda is already nodding to agree, but then squeezes Fiora close at the last part. "Yeah. We can. Big or small, I don't want to let you go, love."
Fiora mrphs as she is squeezed into Brun's chest, laughing, "Well, the good news is you don't have to, love."
She laughs, shifting a little to get cozy. "Your chest isn't quite as impressive like this, but I still like it."
Brunilda giggles softly, then whispers: "It is more naked, though. We should look into actual clothes that fit us this size, some day."
Fiora shrugs slightly, trying not to move too much more now that she's entwined herself with Brunilda, "Or, we wear less clothing when we're bigger."
Brunilda hums: "I'm not against that, I think~"
Fiora: "I'm mostly joking. I think. Like... 40% joking. I have to wear something under the armor or it'll chafe. But you know... when it's just the two of us."
Brunilda: "Which it often is." Brunilda gives the other possum a kiss on the cheek. "For what it's worth, I still think you're beautiful like this too."
Fiora blinks, blushing more at the words than the kiss, fumbling a bit as she usually does when she tries to speak from the heart, "I mean, heh, it's you right? Of course you are... too. Beautiful, I mean... I uh, like you too." She groans quietly at her failed words. "Dumbass brain... come on Fiora. You're pretty too, Brun! There. Sheesh."
Brunilda giggles and blushes: "I just mean, even if we're not lying down in defeat and accepting these forms... That doesn't mean we have to be miserable when we change, right? I genuinely think your spots are just as lovely now."
Fiora chuckles, "I don't know... they're not quite so majestic, I think... but I get ya. Best of a bad situation and all... we're not lying down in defeat, but we Are lying down. With each other."
Brunilda smirks as her hands touch Fiora's sides: "You know, if I ignore the room around us, it's not that different, holding you close."
Fiora hums, squirming slightly at the touch, wrapping her own arms around Brun, "If anything, almost feels like we can get even closer... we're both pretty big and there's a lot to hold, but like this I feel like I can sorta hold all of you at once... if that even makes any sense."
Brunilda smiles. "It does. That's like... one part of this that makes sense, and I do not really mind. Holding you when we are like this."
Fiora smiles, "You're the only part of this that does make sense to me. It's all so infuriating and confusing when I change, I feel so stressed and helpless. But at least for the time when you're this size with me, these moments feel right."
Brunilda hums, then gives Fiora a small kiss. "Mmm. Definitely right. There's something... kind of more intimate, closer, when we are like this together."
Fiora giggles, kissing back, "Vulnerable and... well, naked. But definitely more intimate. Maybe... I do just always feel more exposed like this, more... raw? Like all my emotions are just right below the surface. I can't hold them back as well as I normally do. Err... and probably shouldn't."
Brunilda nods: "You shouldn't, certainly not when it's just me. I prefer to know what's on your mind... and heart."
Fiora gives Brun a squeeze, "H-hey. I'm working on it. A lifetime of repressed anger. Makes it hard to love sometimes." She glances away, but turns back to Brun with a soft smile, "You make it a lot easier at least."
Brunilda smiles and squeezes: "I try. I may be made of tough stuff, like you, but there is a big part of me-" She pauses: "-well, relatively speaking-" She considers for a second: "...that would prefer to be a bit more soft. With you. For you."
Fiora pokes Brun in the chest, "Your big heart, you mean. I... love that part of you. I'm so bad at that kind of stuff, and you make it seem so easy sometimes. All I could ever do was shut people out."
Brunilda giggles, a tiny voice compared to her usual deep one. "W-well, you know... I just do, and think later. I guess I kind of trust what my big stupid heart desires, and... go." She winks. "It's gotten me here, with you."
Fiora laughs, "Better than my little shriveled heart, eh? Well, I love your big stupid heart and your big smart brain both. I'm just muscle. Not even that right now... but for some reason you decided I was worth loving. I'll be damned as to why me, but... but I'll cherish that."
Brunilda touches a paw on Fiora's chest. "Your heart is perfectly functional. You just... lack practice." She blushes: "N-not that I'm anyone to say."
Fiora blushes, then puts her paw over-top of Brun's, entwining their fingers. "My heart just needs training. And a good sparring partner."
Brunilda smiles: "You've called me a good sparring partner before. I don't see why us being small... or lovers... would change that."
Fiora smirks, "You're the best sparring partner. But we're on not-so-even footing when it comes to the heart. So you'll have to keep teaching me. Also, I don't know if the metaphor works and how our hearts can 'spar'. Unless that does mean more sex? Which, I mean, still makes me a bit nervous but I'm not opposed."
Brunilda giggles and blushes: "Well it can mean more sex I think. But really..." She muses on her words for a second before speaking: "Just... listen to your heart I guess, and say it out loud more often. We're in this together."
Fiora nods, then closes her eyes, "Listen to my heart... okay... well... I love you. That parts pretty easy." She falls silent, face twisting a bit as she fights her instincts to keep everything shut in.
Slowly, she starts to just say everything out loud. "I'm sorta anxious, I mean, I get that way with these stupid changes... but I really like this feeling of closeness, and... a-and part of me wants to keep fighting. I mean, always, but this in particular. 'Giving in' to these changes terrifies me, but also, there's something saying it'll be okay no matter what? And I don't want to listen to that voice, because it scares me to think like that."
Brunilda holds Fiora close, nodding into the embrace. "I get that... like... we should keep fighting, find a cure, never accept, but..." She is quiet for a second before continuing. "...but there is also a side of me that wants to kind of accept that us changing... being small times... it is to stay. It's... inconvenient, for certain, but is it actually harming us?"
Fiora tenses, then hugs Brun closer, clinging to her tightly. "I hate that... I hate that line of thinking because it does make sense... and my brain just starts analyzing threats that could harm us and finding a way to stop them. These changes don't harm us... some parts of them actually feel pretty good... a-and that part I hate. Admitting that... accepting it."
She swallows, seeming to have more to say, but this time she clamps up again, her jaw setting.
Brunilda squeezes tightly. "I... I don't know. We're not stressing ourselves over nothing, obviously, but... are we overdoing it? There's probably a line beyond just being careful that crosses over to being just paranoid..." She takes a breath. "Are we angry at this happening... or angry at ourselves for letting it happen in the first place?"
Fiora flinches, Brun's analysis cutting her to the quick. "...you know me well enough to know that I'm always angry at myself, Brun."
Brunilda sighs and nuzzles at her lover. "If you can't simmer down because of yourself... can you do it for me? I hate to see you twisting yourself in knots like this."
Fiora sighs, trying to take a few ragged breaths, "I'll try... I keep asking myself... is this a fight we can win? Or, more precisely... is this a fight we should even start? I... never even asked. I just jumped in, ready to go."
Brunilda shrugs. "I don't have an answer to that. But... at least while we have no certain answers if this is reversible... perhaps we shouldn't hurt ourselves for not making it happen yet."
Fiora nods a few times, struggling with something on her mind, but unsure how to put it into words just yet. "...I guess I am pretty good at hurting myself, huh."
Brunilda touches her paw to Fiora's chest again. "...feels weird to not have my trunk. But... kind of. You twist yourself into a pretzel because some part of feels like you should... hurt, suffer, because of something you've done... or not done... before. And... it hurts to see every time you air such thoughts, Fiora."
Fiora's expression drops as she stares at Brun. "I... I keep hurting you too, huh? I... meant physically but... suppose you're right." She lowers her head to rest against Brun, "Know what you mean... I feel so 'short'. Like my head should be higher up, but no neck."
Brunilda gives a soft giggle despite the overall feel of the situation. "I... I hate to say this, but we'll probably get used to this. Even if there is a cure, it's probably not anywhere around this town, or the next."
Fiora sighs, "But we keep looking, right? I don't think I can just let myself give up, even if..." She trails off, unwilling to just fully agree with 'getting used to it' just yet.
Brunilda nods: "We'll keep looking. I would... I'm pretty sure I would prefer to just be fully myself, all the time."
Fiora breaths out, then reaches up to run a finger down Brun's cheek. "You're pretty cute like this... but I like the real you better too."
Brunilda smirks: "Like you said, lot less to touch."
Fiora chuckles, "Yeah. And... I think I really do like touching you, love."
Brunilda giggles: "Well, on that level of sparring, we're equal." She laughs softly. "I have no idea what that means."
Fiora shakes her head, laughing along, "Me either. But we should keep our skills sharp, hm?" She runs her hands down Brun's sides, letting her paws stroke the soft fur.
Brunilda lets out a small involuntary squeak at the touch: "O-oh. That feels so different... like this..." She hums, then runs her paws in turn along Fiora's sides.
Fiora's eyes widen at the sensation of Brun's paws along her body, "Whoa. Y-you know... we've been in these bodies together before, and even snuggled up together... but we've never really uh... explored them, uh, have we?"
Brunilda blushes as she continues, though her smile at the same time is pretty obvious where her mind is going: "W-well... we have all day in this house, now...~"
Fiora blinks at that thought, almost as if she didn't propose it in the first place. She blushes, staring at Brun, "Yeah... we do. Guess there's no time like the present~"
Brunilda nods slowly: "...I mean, if you're up for..." Her hands find Fiora's hips and she gives a small squeeze.
Fiora squeezes back and nods her head, feeling her little heart racing already, "Yeah... I am, if you are."
Brunilda giggles nervously: "With you... yeah. I am." She swallows, then kisses the other possum, more primal instincts taking over.
Fiora blinks in surprise at the sudden kiss, but quickly finds her nerves and fears melting away in the face of the pure passion between the two, letting herself surrender for once to those feelings built up in her.
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