Always A Smaller Fish

"And yeah, that's how… That's how I found out my Brother had sold his kidney to fund his- Kyp? KYP!?" Selena, a bright blue feathered peacock blinked in disbelief at her roommate, Kypper, who had ignored her previous hour and a half long story. 

"Huh? Yeah, your Brudda sold your kidney. Go on." The half dressed dark blue shark drearily mumbled, idly staring at the TV, practically enthralled by an episode of House M.D while picking at a pile of pretzels laid out on the coffee table. She was still wearing nothing but a stretched out tank top and a pair of battered gym shorts, her thick, curvy form sprawled lazily across the couch.

Selena dusted a few crumbs out of her brightly coloured tail feathers, talons tapping against the wooden floor with an irritated sigh. Always pristine, she wore her usual casual work attire: a fitted black skirt and a soft white turtleneck sweater that somehow stayed spotless even when the apartment didn't. Out of everyone in a city of humans and animals, she was stuck with a lazy shark who only seemed to care for some fictional Doctor when a brilliant scientist sat in arms reach. 

She had never really accepted her sort of friend's complete lack of interest in whatever she had to say. Back home, she was a rather prestigious, high end woman with everyone clinging to her words as if they were gospel. Yet the shark known as Kypper Krabi was the only person who never paid her any attention. It had always confused the well maintained woman, who stared daggers at Kyp, still in disbelief at the audacity. 

They were the usual odd couple sort. One, a college dropout with anger issues and little to no money. The other, a successful genius who dazzled the world with her medical and scientific advancements. Both who shared a generic plain looking apartment in the middle of the city. 

"Shit…" Kyp suddenly groaned. "I forgot 'bout my fuckin' thing today!" Reaching for her old black leather jacket that hung off the side of the couch, the shark began to scrounge around the room for something half decent to wear.

"Sorry, but you already missed your interview." Selena said in a rather matter of fact sing-song tone, putting her legs up on the couch to take Kyp's spot while throwing a pretzel at the shark with a mocking laugh. 

Kyp was half way done shoving on her ripped jacket before the words sunk in. "How do you know?" She questioned, her voice rather sharp and gruff. "Because you told me to remind you."

"Then WHY DIDN'T YOU!?" The Shark was furious, always quick to anger over even the simplest of things.

"I've got something better!" Selena answered with a smirk on her beak. The Peacock had never exactly been afraid to push Kyp's buttons. Sure, the Shark had an excellently toned, curvy figure that could draw more gazes from across the room, and had sufficiently proven her strength manier times before. 

But the simple truth was that Selena owned next to everything the two shared. Even a small disagreement usually resulted in the volatile shark being left sleeping in the hallway for the night. Though it was really the only way to keep Kyp from being as reckless as she was. 

Grabbing a handful of pretzels and shoving them into her wide maw, Kyp leant against the couch with a sigh. "Sho wha'? I don' give two shish 'bout whatever sciensh shtuff you doin', mmph." 

"Don't speak with your mouthful, Hon. It's bad manners." Selena couldn't help but crack a small smile as she stared up at the taller woman, playfully twirling her own blended black and teal hair that swept to one side around her clawed finger.

Finally swallowing her food with an audible gulp, Kyp leaned close with a sharp toothy grin. "How 'bout you stop pussyfootin' around and actually tell me what ya want this time, Birdbrain." 

"Birdbrain? Have you finally run out of insults in that dim, uncultured thing you call your mind?"

"Just tell me, Lena." The shark huffed, pulling back with a bored look in her shining sapphire eyes. Selena gave a playful smirk as she rose to her feet, extending her tail feathers in an extravagant display to keep Kyp's attention. "I want you to be my guinea shark for a project, my sweet Krabi."

"Seriously? You're such… Fine? I'm guessin' I'm gettin' payed, right?"

"Sure…" 

_______

Despite Kyp's hesitations at being a 'Guinea Shark', she tagged along with her friend as they travelled across the city towards the seafront. A few hours had passed and soon enough, the moon had begun to rise. 

In the basement level of what appeared to be a rather inconspicuous building at the edge of the city, Selena was giving Kyp a tour of her department. It was like something out of a movie. Sleek white corridors, white doors, white… Pretty much everything. 

"I'm guessin' you don't work with many people of color, huh?" The Shark chuckled, her jagged blue hair shifting as she practically stomped deeper down the hallway. She towered over everything around her with confidence, her skin gleaming slightly under the sterile lights. Ahead of her, The Peacock stood waiting, her posture composed, the shimmer of her colorful tail, the only thing that stood out in a place otherwise drained of life like a guiding arrow. 

"You're not funny." She said while swiping her keycard. The mechanical doors swiftly opened, revealing the true nature of Selena's workstation. Unlike the rest of the building, it was full of colour, almost blindingly so. 

Kyp looked around the room with wonder. The Peacock's lab was a chaotic burst of personality. Posters of old sci-fi movies and famous scientists plastered the walls, strings of multicolored fairy lights tangled overhead, and bean bag chairs were scattered between sleek metal workstations. Half-finished experiments sat beside bowls of candy and bright neon sticky notes, while a giant whiteboard crammed with indecipherable formulas towered over a battered pink mini fridge humming in the corner. It looked less like a cutting edge research facility and more like the bedroom of a brilliant, caffeine fueled teenager who had never been told "no."

Selena grabbed a drink from her mini fridge before planting herself on an office chair, putting her feet up on her desk, watching as Kyp tried to take it all in. "So yeah. Not bad, huh?" She said as her gaze trailed over Kyp, seemingly thinking of something.

Kyp's tail swayed about in baffled delight, nearly knocking over a stack of books that had been left out. "Why the hell did ya never let me decorate the apartment!? I coulda made it better than this!" She laughed, excitedly running around the room like a kid in a candy store.

"H-Hey, be careful! That stuffs expensive!" The Peacock yelled, tossing a pen to get her friend's attention. "Now I just need you to sign a few forms, my little Guinea Shark, then we'll get started."

Shuffling over with a set of old vinyl records, Kyp was actually starting to get excited about whatever Selena was going to test. That was until Selena dropped a stack of forms on her desk. "Just sign on the dotted line for all of these while I start setting everything up."

Reluctantly, Kyp had to rely on her poor penmanship as she began trying to fill the forms out as quickly as she could, not even noticing Selena leave the room as she fell back onto a beanbag, nearly bursting it under her weight.

Kyp was quite easy to point out in a crowd, standing at 7'4ft in height. It was always funny to her friends whenever she and Selena were together, as the peacock was only 5'4ft. Still, as she continued to sign away, her mind wandered to what the test could actually be. 

She did recall Selena going on and on about something important and how it would revolutionise the world… But Kyp was watching a rerun of House at the time, so her memory of what it actually was is nonexistent. 

After about twenty or so minutes, Selena walked back into the room with a grin, expanding her tail feathers to draw Kyp's attention. "Come on, Shark meat!" 

Slowly getting up to her feet, stretching with a yawn, Kyp finally followed behind. With another short walk, the shark found herself in a large empty white chamber where Selena stood waiting with an uncontrollable excitement. 

"So you filled out all the forms, right?"

"Uh huh." 

"Good. Now stand by the duct tape." Selena pointed to a duct taped X on the floor, where Kyp stood with an awkward thumbs up. The Peacock's jubilation was vibrant as she rushed to the back door of the chamber. 

Despite a slightly uneasy feeling, Kyp's curiosity peaked. It was like all the twists and turns in her favourite shows were happening to her. The Shark's attention was brought back to the doors as they swung open, Selena wheeled in a strange bulky futuristic silver ray gun with ominous glowing green wires that coiled around the spherical muzzle, mounted on a small stand.

"So uh… What exactly is that?" The Shark tilted her head with a raised brow, a bit lost on what exactly she was being tested with. Selena shrugged her shoulders as she stepped behind the control panel, tapping away at the many screens and buttons with a creeping grin. "Just so you are aware, this might make you feel a little sick." She mused in a teasing tone, her fingers trailing over the fire button before slamming it with her open palm. 

The two watched with bated breaths as the machine whirred to life. A pulsing green energy began surging, crackling through the wires as it began to charge. Suddenly a beam shot fourth from the ray, enveloping Kyp in a blinding energy.

 The shark barely had time to yelp before the air around her seemed to warp and distort, her body trembling as if caught in a violent gust of wind. A strange, tingling sensation flooded her skin, like static electricity crawling up every inch of her.

Her thick tail whipped instinctively, but already it was shrinking, retracting into itself as though the world was swallowing her whole. Kyp's once towering frame crumpled downward, her clothes sagging and pooling around her diminishing form like deflated balloons. The battered gym shorts she wore dropped to the floor with a sad plop, followed quickly by the stretched tank top that slumped uselessly over her like a collapsed tent.

Within mere seconds, she stood, or rather, stumbled on the duct-taped X, now no taller than a coffee mug. Her sapphire eyes wide with disbelief, Kyp teetered slightly, the heavy folds of fabric looming around her like cliffs of fabric. She looked down at her tiny hands, flexing her now delicate claws in stunned amazement.

"Lena…?" she croaked in a voice several octaves higher, hands on her hips as she tried (and failed) to look intimidating. "WHAT THE A-ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT!?"

From behind the control panel, Selena clapped her hands together, practically glowing with excitement. "Perfect!" she chirped, whipping out a notepad and a pencil. "Initial size reduction: successful. Mild emotional instability: check. Explosion: N/A!"

The Peacock was too engrossed by her notes to bother listening to the slurry of slurs being thrown her way from the shrunken down shark. It was a success! Her life's work had finally paid off!

Though Kyp was less than pleased, trying again and again to get her friend's attention. Yet her efforts were in vain, as Selena continued to make notes, pacing around the chamber in jubilation. 

"HELP ME, BIRD!!" 

That seemed to snap the smug scientist out of her work for a moment, her gaze trailing over the mini Kyp with curiosity. Well, she wasn't so much curious about Kyp, but rather the pile of clothes.

"Wait… You weren't wearing a bra or underwear?" she asked, her voice practically dripping with amusement.

Each step she took closer sent a tremor through the floor, causing the tiny shark to stumble slightly. Kyp, now visibly flustered, threw her hands over her front and scowled up at her towering roommate.

"SHUT UP! IT'S HOT IN THE APARTMENT!" she barked, her cheeks visibly burning red beneath her blue skin.

Selena crouched down slowly, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm, peering at Kyp like she was examining a rare, fascinating bug. "Mmm, I dunno... For a scary shark, you look awfully defenseless right now," she teased, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Kinda cute, actually."

"YOU'RE DEAD! I'LL F###### KILL YOU, YOU ###### EATING B####!" 

The peacock rolled her eyes at the threat, though slightly stunned by the insult. Kyp had never striked her as the homophobic sort, especially given the shark's choice of friends. Selena remained silent for a few more moments, her gaze fixed on Kyp as she shivered in the cold empty room without any clothes. 

"OH! You meant Maggot!" Selena exclaimed with a light giggle, nearly falling on her behind as she tried to keep her balance.

"That's what I said… Now FIX ME!"

"Riiiiiight. So remember how I had you sign those forms?" The peacock's laughter had an awkward undertone, her eyes slowly drifting towards the ray gun across the room. Selena couldn't exactly say she'd never actually bothered with the growth function because she lost the blueprints at a convention. 

But there wasn't an easy option other than through. Hesitantly Selena informed Kyp about how the ray couldn't actually fix her. The shark's anger melted away like snow in summer, the colour practically leaving her body as the words finally clicked in her mind. 

Selena didn't exactly know how to comfort people, especially not the ever angry Kypper, who could only mutter under her breath, too quiet at her new height for Selena to actually hear until the silence was broken by a puny roar of rage. 

Rushing towards Selena like a bull, Kyp crashed against her once tight fitting tanktop, thrashing and yelling in a fit of insatiable rage. Normally an outburst like this would have resulted in a hole in a wall or someone practically comatose, but now?

Climbing over the top of the black tank top, The Shark began punching, biting, scratching, anything she could really think of against Selena's talon, which was at least twice Kyp's size. Selena couldn't hold her laughter any longer, letting out a mocking cackle as she lightly jerked her foot forward, sending the shark tumbling back on her bare rear. 

"You're lucky I like you, Shrimp." The Peacock sighed as she lowered down onto her chest, poking and prodigy the shark like a toy in an attempt to soothe her. Despite her 'best' efforts, it seemed there was little to do to calm Kyp down as she continued to thrash about like a child.

 "J-JUST FIX THIS!!" Kyp barked, nearly sinking her teeth into Selena's thumb as she pulled away. The Peacock was baffled by Kyp's behaviour. In all the years she had come to know and tolerate the Shark, she'd never seen her like this. Her tail slumped around her waist to cover herself, the way she hesitated to move everytime Selena got close, and a strange look in her eye that resembled anger…

But not… 

"I'VE GOT IT!" Selena squawked in delight, practically deafening Kyp with her attention drawing voice. "You, my whittle shwimp, are scawed of big ol' me!" Slowly pulling herself closer to Kyp with each teasing, almost mocking, word, the Shark inched back until she was pressed against the soft fabric of her shorts. 

"I-I AIN'T AFRAID OF SOME SMART ASS WITH BARELY ANY ASS–"

Kyp's rant was quickly silenced by Selena's open palm slamming against the pool of clothes, making the little shark tumble forward in a panic as she scrounged to her feet. Kyp couldn't look Selena in the eye, trying her best to keep her wounded pride as the Peacock gave a sour sigh. "Just because you're all cute and tiny now, doesn't mean you get to insult me… I own you."

Kyp bit her tongue at the claim, taking a long deep breath before finally speaking once more. "You.

Don't. Own. Me." Her tone, while clearly masking obvious rage, was kept rather calm and quiet unlike how it usually did. 

Yet the rope around that mask wore thin as Selena trailed a pointed finger along Kyp's curves, tracing over her outline like an artist would with a pen. "Yeah… No. I actually, kinda, sorta now own you.

Legally. I get to own anything made smaller by my revolutionary device. Sooooooo…" 

"…You're technically my property," Selena finished with a playful chirp, her bright, predatory eyes gleaming down at the pint-sized, increasingly frazzled shark.

Kyp's jaw dropped. "Y-you're what?! That's– There ain't no way that's legal!"

Selena simply shrugged, still grinning. "You signed the paperwork, remember? Paragraph three, subsection C. Legal ownership of test subjects under 12 inches in height defaults to the conducting party for a period of 90 days or until reversal, whichever comes last. It's all very official."

Kyp stared up in absolute horror, her mind running a mile a minute, picturing the exact moment she scrawled her barely legible name across that dotted line. "You tricked me! You goddamn–"

"Language," Selena chided gently, trailing a finger down Kyp's chest, continuing to examine her like an object on display. Admittedly this wasn't exactly her first time feeling Kyp's intimate areas, though the other times were usually the result of embarrassing decisions while drunk. "Why don't you just behave for once?" She cooed, her finger trailing just below the shark's hips, teasingly stroking Kyp's tail as it tried to swat her advance away.

It was hard for the Peacock to deny that having someone, who usually pinned her down by just putting her meaty legs on her lap, reduced to such a pathetic state gave her a strange pleasure. 

Selena let the silence settle for a moment, her piercing eyes never leaving the tiny, trembling shark as her talon idly tapped the floor beside Kyp's crumpled clothes. With a slow, amused breath, she plucked the miniaturized shark up between two fingers, ignoring the wild kicking and muffled curses pouring from Kyp's mouth like a leaky faucet.

"Careful now," she sang sweetly, tilting her head. "You're way too small to be acting so big. Wouldn't want to drop my precious little property on the cold, hard floor, would I?"

"PUT ME DOWN, YOU RICH LITTLE CHICKEN S###!" Kyp shrieked, her pride already in threads and fraying further as Selena brought her up to eye level. The scent of Selena's perfume, light lavender and something sharply antiseptic, hit Kyp like a wall, making her squirm even more.

Selena's smirk widened. "Not until I get my Guinea Shark somewhere safe. Can't risk my fragile little test subject getting broken, now can I?" she chirped, cradling Kyp gently in her palm as she turned and began striding down the corridor. The cool hum of the lab's white lights followed them like ghosts, echoing off the walls with each confident clack of Selena's heels.

Despite Kyp's fiery temperament, her posture had noticeably shifted. Her shoulders hunched slightly, and her fists, once balled tightly in defiance, now gripped Selena's curled finger for balance as they moved. She tried to look as composed as possible, but her eyes flicked nervously at every corner at every flicker of movement. She wasn't used to looking up at people, let alone being held in the palm of one.

Selena, meanwhile, was positively glowing with smug satisfaction. As they entered her main laboratory again, she gently set Kyp down atop of a cushioned tray table like she was arranging a delicate artifact. The Shark stumbled to her feet, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her tail curling protectively around her bare legs. Her eyes still burned with fury, but it was clear she was rattled.

Selena circled the tray like a curious cat, letting her feathers occasionally brush up against Kyp's side, sending a visible shiver through the shark's tiny form. "You know," Selena mused, tapping her chin with a claw, "I never thought I'd see the day when you were the quiet one in the room."

"I'm not quiet. I'm just… waitin'. For the right time to kick your smug ass," Kyp muttered, teeth clenched. She tried to hold her chin high, but her voice cracked slightly as Selena leaned down again, face inches away, her face curled in an endlessly amused grin.

"Aww. Is the big bad shark a little intimidated?" Selena teased, her voice honey sweet with just enough bite to draw a flinch from Kyp. She reached out again, running a single claw lightly down Kyp's back, making her twitch. "Admit it… You're kind of enjoying the attention."

"Like hell I am!" Kyp snarled, swatting her hand away with both palms, only managing to knock her own balance off and fall backward onto her tail. "D-don't do that!"

"My sweet shrimp, have we not been friends long enough for you to feel safe around me?" Selena mused with a playfully flick against Kyp's ample chest, watching her friend squirm once more. 

The peacock's gaze lingered on Kup longer than it should have. She wasn't just observing anymore, she was studying. Not the kind of critical gaze reserved for experiments, but something more indulgent, more personal. 

That's when it clicked.

Kyp wasn't just mad. 

She was blushing.

It was faint, almost invisible beneath her dark blue skin, yet it was unmistakable. The way her tail curled tighter around her thighs, the way she refused to meet Selena's gaze, and that sharp huff through her nose as if trying to steady herself. 

Selena's brow arched. "Ohhh… Oh gods. Are you-" Her voice cracking with delight. "You're turned on by this, aren't you?"

"I ain't!" Kyp barked instantly, but her voice jumped a full octave, nearly tripping over her own words as she stumbled from the edge of the tray. 

"Oh, no, no, no," Selena leaned in, her beak spreading in a wicked grin, feathers flaring dramatically behind her. "You actually like being played with, don't you? You're embarrassed… And aroused." She punctuated the word with another soft poke to Kyp's chest, watching the shrunken shark recoil, growing even redder. 

Kyp clenched her fists at her sides. "Y-You shut your fuckin' trap right now!"

"You're blushing harder than a schoolgirl caught passing notes." Selena sing-songed, brushing her fingers down her own side in mockery. "I never would have thought you of all people would get off on being a toy. What happened to 'the big bad shark with anger Issues' I've come to tolerate?"

Despite a low growl in Kyp's throat, her crossed arms and flustered posture told a different story.

Selena smirk widened. "Well then… Let's test a theory."

Standing up, Selena towered over the table like a goddess peering down at an altar. Slowly, she reached down and, without breaking eye contact, slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her sweater. Peeling the white turtleneck up and over her head, feathers ruffling as she shook out her hair. Her bra was black lace, surprisingly ornate beneath the otherwise soft, professional top. Almost like she planned this.

The Shark's eyes widened. She'd never expected Selena to have a side to her like this. "W-What the actual hell are you doin'?!

"Observing," Selena purred, running her hands down her chest. Each movement was slow, fluid, elegant. "If you're going to act like a toy, let's see how far I can go before you admit you like being… Pathetic."

Kyp turned away, outraged by the peacock's audacity. Though quickly glanced back. Just once, but that was enough for Selena, who's gaze refused to leave Kyp's diminutive figure. "Oh? What was that? I saw you taking a peek, Shrimp. Don't worry, I'm not judging… Mostly."

"SHUT UP! I-I wasn't–" Kyp sputtered, unable to form a sentence as with casual grace, the peacock stepped out of her skirt, revealing her perfectly toned legs and matching lace set. She twirled one strand of hair between her fingers, letting it fall across her shoulder as she leaned forward once again.

"You always act like you own the world. Always towering over me," Selena said, her voice dipping into something softer, slower, intimate. "But now?"

Her fingertip brushed against Kyp's ching, lifting it slightly so their eyes met. "Now look at you. Small. Flustered. Pathetic. Fascinated."

Kyp didn't say anything for once. Her eyes were locked, jaw twitching, throat bobbing with a hard swallow. 

Selena tilted her head with a satisfied sigh. "You could tell me to stop. Say the word, and I'll go grab a lab coat and act professional for you."

Kyp opened her mouth. Only to close it.

That silence was all Selena needed, her smile softening. "That's what I thought." She reached for her discarded sweater and draped it carefully over one corner of the tray, forming a little plush nest.

"Get comfortable," She said gently, placing Kyp down into the soft folds. "I think it's time you learned what it's like being the short one." 

This time, Kyp didn't fight. She curled into the warmth of the fabric, avoiding Selena's gaze. But the tremble in her tail wasn't fear. 

It was anticipation.

Placing it in the centre of the lab floor, Selena stood above the tray, arms folded under her chest, the lace fabric of her lingerie clinging to every sculpted curve. Her gaze seemed somewhat thoughtful now, but there was a glimmer of mischief behind her eyes. 

Kyp, nestled in the soft folds of the sweater, sat upright with as much dignity as her three inch frame could muster."D-Don't look at me like that…" She growled, though her voice lightly trembled on the last word.

"Oh, sweetie," Selena cooed, drawing a slow circle on the table's edge with one claw. "It's just…

You're so much more expressive than the usual grunts and growls. It's hard not to stare."

"Get over yourself." Kyp grumbled with gritted teeth.

Selena tapped a claw against her beak, as if thinking over something serious in her head. Then, with a wicked grin, she spoke: "You know… I could do a number of things to you right now. I own you. Legally." Her tone dripped with satisfaction. "But I'll settle for something simple. Something I admit

I've wanted to do for a while. Petty revenge and all that."

Kyp narrowed her eyes. "Don't you fuckin' da–"

Selena didn't let her finish. 

With a slow, deliberate turn, she stepped forward and lowered herself onto the tray. Her body loomed, graceful and precise, casting Kyp in a monumental shadow as she crouched down, knees folding beneath her. The shark scrambled to her feet with a shout.

"What are you– HEY, W-WAIT—!"

Selena's bare thighs stretched out like walls on either side of the sweater nest, and then, ever so casually, she hovered her perfectly round rear just above the shrunken shark. 

Kyo's eyes went wide, a small twinge of panic and excitement swirling in her chest. "You wouldn't."

"It's nice to know you think so high of me." Selena purred. "But you've been stomping around life without issue, acting like a child whenever you face even a simple problem. So I think it's high time you got a little reminder of who really runs things."

With that, she sat.

Gently at first. The air shifted, and Kyp yelped as Selena's warm, lightly scented weight settled down onto the sweater, along with her.

"AAAGH! HEY! Your fuckin' crazy, are ya tryin' to crush me?!" Kyp thrashed, but the sweater trapped her limbs just enough to keep her struggling without escape. 

Selena giggled softly, shifting just slightly, adjusting her hips as if to get comfortable. "Please. I'm barely putting any weight on you. You're sturdy." She ground down a little more, feathers brushing against Kyp's face as she leaned forward. "And besides… Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I DIDN'T ASK—! Y-You've lost it! I– Mphh!"

Selena rolled her hips just slightly, enough to feel Kyp's tiny form squirming beneath her. Not struggling in panic… Not really. No frantic screams. No real fear. Just heat. Frustration. Tension. 

The kind Selena knew how to read. 

"Ohhh," She said with a hushed delight, her tail feathers rustling. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" 

"I AM NOT!" Came the muffled growl from below. 

Selena lifted herself just a fraction, giving Kyp a moment of air. The shark's flushed face peeked up between the folds of lace and sweater fluff, scowling, but with a trembling lip and flushed cheeks that told a different story. "S-Stop it." Her voice cracking as she tried to catch her breath. 

Selena's expression softened, though it didn't lose its edge. "Why? You could just say the words and I'd stop. You know I would."

Kyp clenched her tiny fist. "I… I…"

"You like this. Being held down. Feeling small. Powerless. Controlled. It's thrilling, isn't it?"

Selena's weight pressed back down, slowly, steadily, until Kyp was once again buried beneath her curves. This time, the shark didn't fight. She squirmed. Writhing just enough to ease the pressure.

Or maybe… To feel it more.

The peacock sighed, tilting her head as her voice dropped to sultry whisper. "Admit it."

A long pause. Then a soft growl of resignation. "...Screw you."

Selena chuckled, shifting her hips again, just enough to make Kyp gasp. "Mm, that's not a 'no.'"

Kyp whimpered. A real, Involuntary sound. Her legs trembled beneath the plush weight pinning her down. She bit her lip, hard, trying to suppress the flutter in her stomach. Her pride was in shreds. Her mind? A blur of 'I shouldn't' and 'don't stop.'

Selena's voice, low and velvety, wrapped around her like silk. "There's so much more I could do to you. And you know what, my little Kypper?"

She leaned closer, lips near the tray's edge, barely above a whisper.

"I haven't even started yet."

Selena exhaled slowly, enjoying every twitch from the tiny body trapped beneath her. The feeling of Kyp's squirming only deepened her satisfaction. The shark was trying so hard to pretend she wasn't affected, but her body betrayed her.Again and again.

Selena shifted her hips one last time, then slowly rose to her feet, standing over the tray like the towering goddess Kyp saw her as. Her expression was unreadable at first, just calm, curious calculation. Then it twisted into a sultry smirk.

"I think," She said softly, slowly brushing her fingers down her hips, "you haven't quite learned your lesson just yet." 

Kyp sat up with effort, tangled in the folds of the sweater, hair mussed and cheeks burning crimson.

"L-Lena… You're not–"

But it was too late. 

With a deliberate elegance, Selena hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lace panties. The fabric slid down her thighs in one graceful motion, pooling around her ankles before she kicked them aside with a feathered flick. 

Kyp starred up in stunned shock. "W-WHAT!? NO, NO, NO! W-W-WAIT—!"

Selena stepped closer to the tray and sat down. 

Fully.

Slowly. 

With the same smug care as a queen claiming a throne.

Kyp disappeared beneath her in an instant, swallowed into the impossible warmth and scent, crushed beneath soft, bare curves and humid darkness. The world became nothing but plush heat, the smothering pressure of Selena's nude dominance was overwhelming to the shrunken shark.

"Comfortable down there?" Selena asked sweetly, her voice rich with amusement. Yet there was no reply. Just a furious, muffled squeak that barely escaped the silky folds now enveloping Kyp's body. 

Selena rolled her hips, gently grinding the shark deeper into her. "I'll take that as a yes."

Inside the soft, fleshy prison, Kyp fought to keep her mind straight. Her lungs burned with the musk of Selena's skin, every moment the peacock's hips teasing her like a rhythmic, inescapable heartbeat. She couldn't breathe right. Couldn't think right. Couldn't not feel.

And worse? Her body was starting to react. 

Selena felt it. a tiny, involuntary twitch against her. She smiled, victorious. "Oh, My itty bitty shark,"

She said with mock sympathy, "Do you want me to let you out?"

All Kyp could do was thrash in response. 

The peacock let out a low moan from her throat, not from pleasure, but the power. "You know what to do then." She leaned back on her hands, stretching out like a sunbathing queen. Her voice turned slow and commanding.

"Worship me."

Kyp froze up.

"EX-FUCKIN'-CUSE ME!?"

Selena looked down, unfazed. "You heard me. Start worshipping me. Or I'll never fix your size. Or do you want to spend the rest of your life tiny life smothered between my ass like a good toy?"

"H-Have you lost it!? You're getting off on this! You can't just–" 

Selena pressed down, just enough to make the air leave Kyp's lungs. "I can do whatever I want, Shrimp." 

Finally the pressure eased. Kyp gasped for air, panting in the dark. 

Selena lowered her voice, each word dripping down like honey. "I want to feel your gratitude, shrimp. Your tongue. Your devotion. Prove you deserve to be big again. Prove you deserve me. 

Kyp's pride burned like acid, but her arousal? It pulsed. Every word—Every soft, sultry order—was a dagger slipping between once hardened defenses. Her body had already betrayed her feelings, and now? She felt herself drawn to Selena in a way she hadn't felt before. 

Hesitantly, she swallowed, working up the nerve. Before finally, slowly and reluctantly, pressed her lips to the soft skin pressing down on her face. 

Selena let out a gasp, a bit flabbergasted that Kyp actually did it. "That's it," She whispered, eyes fluttering half closed in pleasure. "Good girl…"

Kyp hated the way her heart skipped at those words. She hated the way her hips rolled instinctively, hating and craving and practically burning with humiliation like no other she'd ever felt.

But more than anything, she hated how part of her already knew.

She wasn't going to stop. Not unless Selena made her. And maybe… She didn't want her to. 

Selena's breath came heavier now.

Each squirm from the tiny body beneath her sent shivers down her spine. The sensation was barely pressure, but it mattered, it was worship. Soft kisses, shy at first, had become bolder. Tongue. Touch.

Every hesitant act of devotion sent heat curling deeper between her legs.

She tilted her hips forward, grinding slow, deep, just enough to pin Kyp harder. And when she felt the shark shift again, willingly, pressing into her, something cracked in Selena's composure.

Her hand drifted downward.

Fingers slid over sensitive skin, slow, slick, dancing along where Kyp kissed, licked, offered.

"Mmm… You used to strut around the apartment like a goddess," Selena breathed, rolling her hips with a slow moan. "Flexing, showing off that thick ass like you knew I was watching. Teasing me. Like you enjoyed being bigger…"

Underneath, Kyp whimpered.

She remembered. Of course she did.

Bending to reach things with exaggerated stretches. "Accidentally" sitting too close. Once, she even pinned Selena under one of her thighs while stealing the last slice of pizza, laughing as Selena struggled to breathe beneath her.

But now?

Now the world was upside down.

She was the one pinned. The one smothered. Used.

And to her own horror and delight, she loved it.

Every second of it.

Every grind of Selena's hips, every breathy moan above her, every drop of attention, it all made her feel something she'd never admit aloud: wanted.

Owned.

A tiny spark of rebellion still smoldered in her gut. But it wasn't anger.

It was desire.

She licked again, harder this time, and then spoke, her voice muffled but trembling with need.

"Use me."

Selena froze.

Kyp pressed herself closer, wrapping her tiny arms around the warm, sensitive skin around her.

"I wanna be your toy," the shark whispered, her breath hot and hungry. "Your... your fucking plaything, Lena. Don't fix me. Don't stop. Just… use me."

The words hit Selena like fire.

Her fingers plunged into herself, hips jerking as a guttural moan escaped her lips. Her free hand clawed at the edge of the tray as she bore down harder on the squirming body beneath her, letting pleasure overtake her logic.

"You're mine," she gasped, grinding faster. "Say it."

Kyp, now soaked in scent and trembling under Selena's heat, cried out.

"I'm yours! Your toy, your fuckin' property, just keep using me!"

Selena let go.

Pleasure crashed over her in waves, thighs trembling, voice breaking in a sharp, high cry that echoed off the cold lab walls. She collapsed forward, gasping for breath, fingers sticky, skin flushed.

And beneath her?

Kyp laid tangled in the warm aftermath, lips still moving, still worshipping, lost in the overwhelming sense of being wanted, used, and owned so completely that she never wanted it to end.

Selena let the afterglow linger.

Her breath slowed, feathers fluffed slightly as she shifted back onto her heels, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. Her thighs still tingled where Kyp had worked clumsy at times, yes, but relentless in that twitchy, eager way that only someone desperate to please could manage.

She exhaled a dry chuckle.

"Well," she murmured, brushing her hair from her face, "you weren't as bad at that as I expected."

From beneath her, a tiny groan rose. Kyp was plastered to the inside of Selena's thigh, panting, dazed, and entirely soaked in both scent and satisfaction.

"Gee, thanks," the shark mumbled, voice hoarse but oddly proud.

Selena reached down, gently pinching Kyp between two fingers and lifting her to eye level. The shark hung limp, tail twitching slightly, arms loose at her sides, eyes half-lidded with submission and exhaustion.

"You look ridiculous," Selena mused.

"You made me ridiculous."

"That's fair."

She stood, placing Kyp on the desk momentarily as she padded across the lab to retrieve her sweater and skirt. As she slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the soft fabric over her body, her eyes flicked back to the shark still sprawled on her desk.

A thought occurred.

She tapped her beak, thoughtful.

"I shouldn't just leave you out," she muttered aloud, glancing at a cluttered shelf. "Too many delicate samples. And if you fall off the desk again, I'm not fishing you out of the trash can a second time."

Kyp tried to sit upright. "You could fuckin'… I dunno… a shoebox? A drawer? Literally anything that isn't—"

Selena smiled.

"Oh no. I've got the perfect place."

The shark's eyes widened.

"No."

Selena took a step forward.

"Lena. No."

She didn't answer. She just reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled it outward.

"Don't you dare–! HEY! OH MY GOD—"

The last thing Kyp managed to shout before vanishing was a breathless, half-laughing curse as Selena gently but firmly tucked the tiny shark deep between her lips, nestled warm and secure against her folds, cradled by heat and scent, surrounded.

Selena exhaled, eyes fluttering half-closed as she adjusted the fabric snugly. "Mmm… much better."

Kyp was still moving, twitching slightly, the occasional shiver of motion sending pleasant sparks through Selena's core.

She strolled back to the computer, completely unfazed, and sat down carefully.

"Now…" she murmured, beginning to type, "let's actually figure out how to fix you, shall we?"

Kyp squirmed again, less out of protest this time, more like a contented shuffle.

Selena smirked.

"Though honestly… I'm in no rush."

And with that, the lab was filled with the rhythmic sound of keystrokes, punctuated only by the occasional, muffled murmur from deep between Selena's thighs.