When Solus Magnus Rex, founding king of Birhamming, stood along the jagged cliffsides of the island’s northeastern coast, he christened the sprawling emerald hills: the Edge of Eternity. After his death, a humble, copper statue, no taller than he was, was built where he supposedly stood at that historic moment. It was five feet tall, the orangish-brown of the metal lost to a weathered green, and had a massive hole in the right half of the torso, symbolic of the lance wound that ultimately ended the king’s glorious life.

            Beside the base of the statue's foot, Lanz sat and gazed out upon the empty horizon. Yellows and pinks of the setting sun peeked through the infinite grey, giving the serene waters an otherworldly hue. The tiny hadn't moved in two hours, kept comfortable in a black turtleneck and thick aviator's jacket. It had been six months since he had arrived on Birhamming, six months since he faked his death, and six months since he had last seen the love of his life.

            The war between Fidelphi and Baltzimar had come to a standstill. The World Government, a coalition made up of forty developed countries around the world, intervened in the conflict once it had been leaked that Baltzimar was developing a weapon of mass destruction, one capable of obliterating an entire big city or tiny county. To say the war was over would be premature since tensions between each nation remained high, but after fifteen years of nonstop war, the temporary peace was more than welcome. The World Government had enforced a ceasefire while they investigated both countries’ military programs. The discovery of Fidelphi's Gecko experiments only served to further complicate matters. Sanctions and penalties came rolling in from across the globe, the world wishing to dissuade any more of the conflict they were previously all too happy to ignore. 

            Every day from 16:00 hours until sunset, Lanz sat by that statue and waited. The king's statue was the couple’s agreed upon meeting point for when Miriam reached Birhamming, and though six whole months had passed since then, he still made his way to the statue after every shift at the fish factory. The pair had no way of communicating with each other, so Lanz simply waited, day in and day out until he could see his beloved again. It didn't matter if it took her six months, sixty months, six hundred months, or if she never arrived at all; Lanz would wait by that statue until the end of time if he had to. Miriam was the only reason he had to live, the only purpose he ever believed in. Spending a few hours each day losing himself to the unmoving waves stretched out before him was well worth it if it meant seeing her anytime sooner.

            As night fell, Lanz got up and made his way homeward. Even when the sky was free from clouds, the stars were less present than what he saw stranded, the lights from Birhamming’s towns and villages polluting the cosmos. Still, the Edge of Eternity itself was quiet, several miles out from the nearest town and only hosting a spattering of isolated cabins and villas. Lanz settled down in a humble shack a short ways away from Solus’ Statue. The four-room ranch was far too big for the tiny, confusing the elderly woman who sold it to him, but it was sizeable enough for him and Miriam to eventually live together in.

            Upon reaching his doorstep, Lanz scaled the ladder he had leaned up against the doorframe and hung off the knob to make his way inside. On the outside, the knob had a thin rope tied to it, so he could pull it shut when he left, but when inside, Lanz could simply push the wooden door shut. The foyer, kitchen, and living room all cohabitated the same space inside the shack with a bedroom, bathroom, and utility room branching off from it. The shack was sparse on amenities, carrying few furniture beyond the bare essentials and no entertainment to speak of.

            Lanz approached his kitchen counter and used the drawers jutting out from it to parkour to the countertop. He grabbed a tiny sized can of spam off a neatly stacked pile and tossed its processed contents into a frying pan large enough to cook himself in. Using a butter knife, Lanz fiddled with the knob on the front of the stove, lighting a fire beneath the pan and quickly frying his meal. A minute later, he nudged the knob to the off position and used the knife to scrape his half-burnt spam onto a slice of tiny bread. Adding another slice on top, Lanz chowed down on his dinner. Though hunting could be a pain, he missed the wild game he had grown accustomed to eating on the deserted island.

            Knock-Knock-Knock

            Lanz set his sandwich on the counter and walked to the edge. He very rarely had visitors, especially at this hour. The tiny leapt off the end of the counter and grabbed onto the doorknob, swiveling on it and allowing the momentum to slowly swing it open. As he dropped to the floor, he looked up at the woman standing at his doorstep. She was tall and muscular, wearing a white sundress and a red leather jacket. Her eyes were closed as she bowed towards the house’s sole resident.

            “I’m sorry to bother you so late. Could you point me to where-” Miriam opened her eyes, her bowed head pointed straight at the tiny gawking at her. Her black hair, neatly combed, came down to her shoulders, and her sunburnt skin had faded into an even tan. Miriam fell to her knees with arms outstretched, allowing Lanz to jump onto her chest. The reunited couple came together in a warm embrace, Miriam wrapping her arms tightly around her lover.

            “I’m so happy to see you!” Lanz’s voice was muffled, pressed against Miriam’s chest.

            “I’m sorry it took so long. I got here as soon as I could.” After a while, Miriam loosened her grip and wrapped her hand around his torso.

            “You look great.”

            “Thanks. You do too.” She brushed her fingertip through his long hair, tucking it partially behind his ear. “May I come in?”

            “Please!” Lanz stayed in Miriam’s hand as she carried him inside. There was a dining table separating the kitchen from the living room; Miriam sat down at one of the two chairs and set Lanz on the table before her.

            “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.” Miriam caressed her lover’s cheek, desperate to touch him once more. “I was so worried about you. Are you doing well? Have there been any complications?”

            “Aside from the loneliness, I’ve been great. I have a job, a house; for the first time in my life, I actually feel in control of things.” Lanz rubbed his palms against Miriam’s finger, taking in her warmth. “Our plan worked. If Fidelphi knew I was alive, they would have sent someone by now. Granted, with the Gecko Project exposed, it’s probably more convenient for them to believe I’m dead. Oh, my new name is David Pliskin by the way, so call me that when we’re out in public. Officially, I’m a Fidelphian refugee working towards citizenship here.

            “David, huh?” Miriam smiled. “I like it.” Miriam kept fidgeting with Lanz, poking and rubbing and pinching and fussing with him. She tried to pull her hand away, to give him a break, but she couldn’t help herself. “It took some time, but I convinced my parents to let me move out here. With the ongoing investigations and having spent as much time as I did estranged from civilization, they were hesitant about me moving so far away by myself. Fortunately, the investigation committee determined that I had no knowledge or involvement in Project Peace Bringer, so I was clear to go. My dad’s facing some repercussions, though nothing too serious since the weapon hadn’t yet entered the testing phase. Our government did pressure him into resigning, that’s the worst punishment he’s been dealt so far.” Lanz slowly nudged himself backwards, attempting to retreat from Miriam’s oppressive love, but she just dragged him closer to her and refused to let up.

            “I’ll be attending school here. There’s a prestigious college of arts a couple towns over, and from what I heard, it has a spectacular acting program. I had to wait until the semester started before I could move here; that’s partly what took me so long. Technically, I’m supposed to be living in a dorm, but no one’s going to notice when I spend all my time here. Once enough time passes, I’ll be able to move in here officially. My plan is to tell my folks I met you here, and that we fell in love while I’m attending classes.”

            “Are they going to approve of you being with a tiny?”

            “Absolutely not. But it’s something they’ll have to adjust to.” Miriam looked around the shack. Though a far cry from the mansion she grew up in, the humble abode was far more luxurious than what was available to the couple on the island. The shack was confined and intimate, perhaps the perfect living arrangements for a young couple. Her heart pounded at the excitement of starting a new life here with Lanz.

            “Are you hungry? I can whip something up for you. I’ve got…” Lanz looked to his pyramid of spam cans. “Well, I don’t have much, but I can figure something out.”

            “That’s fine,” Miriam giggled. “I ate on the way here. But, there is something I’ve been craving for a while now.” She bit her lower lip, eyeing the tiny on the table up and down. She turned around to look at the adjacent rooms. “That one’s the bedroom?” she asked, pointing to one of the doors.

            “Yeah, the bed isn’t very large by your standards, but it has enough space for us to share.” Lanz hopped down to the floor. “It’s real old too. It’ll probably creak like hell with us in it.”

            “Want to go stress test it?” she asked, a lecherous aura escaping her eyes. Lanz was already halfway to the room, discarding his clothing on the way there. Miriam slipped out of her jacket and dropped her dress to the floor, running after Lanz and scooping him up into her hand before he could get his pants off. It took no time for her to reach the bedroom, collapsing onto the worn-down mattress and unleashing a creaking cacophony from the tired springs. Miriam’s massive fingertips eclipsed Lanz’s zipper, disrobing him like she would a doll.

            Laying on her back, Miriam licked Lanz from crotch to torso. He had lost the gamey flavor he had developed on the island, but the savory base was still present, and Miriam couldn’t get enough of it. She shoved Lanz headfirst into her mouth, biting down gently on his waist to hold him in place while she sat up to remove her bra. Falling back to slide her panties off, Miriam lapped furiously at the man in her maw, coating him in thick layers of spit. Lanz grabbed onto her tongue and kissed it repeatedly in an admirable attempt to wrangle the tensile beast. She sucked and gnawed at his upper body, pushing his head far enough to nearly gag on him. With one hand held firmly around his legs, the other crept down to her wettened lips to pleasure herself. While the woman consumed Lanz’s upper body, his erect manhood grinded against the groove beneath her lower lip, threatening to unload on her chin.

            Holding Lanz by the shin, Miriam pulled him out of her mouth and dangled the tiny man over her face. Droplets of salvia dripped off him onto her lips below. She moved her hand over a smidge and let go, dropping Lanz onto her left tit and laughing as he rolled off it into her cleavage. Walls of flesh caved in on him as Miriam squeezed her breasts together, grinding the puny man between her soft bosom. Lanz squirmed against the collapsing fat, but his strength was nothing compared to his lover’s. He was trapped, unable to break free from his woman’s influence, and for whatever reason, he didn’t seem to mind. Eventually, Miriam loosened her hold on Lanz, slipping one arm under her breasts to cradle him between them while the other hand forced its way to his dick, pinching his shaft between her thumb and forefinger. Steady, deliberate strokes tugged at the tiny’s member, the rest of his body pinned to Miriam’s chest. She pulled and tugged until her lover couldn’t take it anymore, shooting his hot shot all over her fingers and tits.

            The walls around him finally gave way, allowing Lanz the chance to relax while Miriam licked her fingers clean. Heavy breathing filled the air as Miriam wiped the sticky mess off her tits and delivered it to her waiting tongue. Once she had finished, Lanz stood up and walked along her abdomen, using her six pack as stepping stones on his approach to her crotch. He maintained his balance as Miriam softly lurched to the sensation of his footsteps. Reaching the groin, the toned skin beneath Lanz’s feet gave way to a lush patch of pubic hair.

            Lanz turned around and slid between Miriam’s thighs until he was in prime position to strike her pearl. He wormed his way beneath the clitoral hood and got to licking, grabbing hold of Miriam’s skin for support as he went to town on her vulva. Miriam pressed her fingers along the tiny’s back and gave him the best massage of his life, stroking him up and down while her juices greeted him on the other side.

            While her lover licked, Miriam felt an itch growing inside her. In dire need of penetration, Miriam forced Lanz between the labia and into her pussy, shoving him in as deep as she could. Lanz’s world grew dark and wet surrounded by his lover. Once Miriam’s fingers pushed him as far as she dared, Lanz got to crawling with his own strength, like a soldier delving into an underground tunnel behind enemy lines. The walls converging in on him were so tight they could have been lethal to a lesser man. He crawled as far as the depths allowed him, kissing and massaging and thrusting along the way. Miriam’s fingers guarded the only exit, stroking herself fervently.

            Upon Lanz hitting the back, the two climaxed, Lanz’s cum losing itself in the tidal force of Miriam’s. The woman lay limply on the bed, fishing her lover out from her loosening pussy. After some digging, eliciting a few extra ripples in the afterglow, she dragged Lanz out onto her pubic bush, the hairs warming his drenched body chilling in the open air. The two laid there, still. At long last, they were together.

…

            A chromatic motley of fruits laid out before Miriam as she browsed the produce stalls. The couple had travelled into town together to visit the outdoor market to stock up on groceries and other supplies. Lanz had wandered off somewhere while Miriam browsed food fit for her stature. The market hosted vendors and products of both sizes, miniature stalls scattered throughout to cater to a smaller clientele. Miriam picked up an orange and checked its ripeness.

            “Well, aren’t you a pretty, young thing,” an older woman cooed from behind the stall. “Are you a tourist, or a new neighbor?”

            “I live over in Eternity’s Edge with my boyfriend,” Miriam smiled, pointing to the east. “Though, I arrived only yesterday.” The old woman’s face lit up.

            “Oh, you must be that Miriam girl David’s obsessed with. It’s good to finally meet you. Name’s Irene.” The old woman held out her hand to shake Miriam’s, grasping it with unexpected vigor. “To be frank, I thought he was making you up. He wouldn’t be the first man to pretend to have a beauty waiting on the other side of the sea for him.”

            “It sounds like you know him well.” Miriam blushed. “Did he really talk about me that much?”

            “Darling, he’d never shut up ‘bout ya. He’s a good fella himself, but he was in dire need of a hobby. Something to get you off the mind. Wait right there.” Irene dug through the back of her stall for a basket and loaded it up with fruit. “Here, a housewarming gift.”

            “Oh, you don’t have to…”

            “Shush. The little fella’s helped me out quite a bit these past few months. This is the least I can do.” Miriam grabbed the basket and bowed before walking off to find her partner. The market was the port town’s pride and joy. Locally grown and imported goods were sold to townsfolk and tourists alike, forming a popular hub in the center of town. Beyond the stalls was a large cobblestone courtyard where shoppers gathered to have lunch, go on dates, play games, or simply take a breather. In the middle stood a large, open fountain. Younger bigs would often run through it or bathe their feet in the water while tinies often used it as a swimming pool.

            On the trip to her new home, Miriam worried over how much attention she and Lanz would draw to themselves, but their relationship was a dime a dozen on the island nation. Not only were mixed size couples common in Birhamming, the locals’ entire way of life seemed to revolve around the blending of cultures. Most buildings were built to accommodate both sizes; doors had smaller entrances carved into them, restaurants had multiple seating arrangements for different party makeups, roads had divided sections for tinies to drive in, and people walked alongside those bigger or smaller on the sidewalks. Miriam knew that the two species lived peacefully in other parts of the world, but she could never have fathomed such seamless coexistence back in Baltzimar.

            “Wow, mister. That’s so cool!” a child exclaimed. Miriam found Lanz in the courtyard surrounded by tiny children. He was spinning a wooden toy gun in his right hand.

            “This is nothing,” he gloated. “Toss me yours.” Another kid threw his gun to Lanz. The former soldier snuck his finger nimbly inside the trigger guard as it flew through the air and spun it at the same pace as the other.

            “Mine too! Mine too!” A third child threw his toy into the mix. Without missing a beat, Lanz began juggling all three wooden guns. The group of children stared at him with wide, starstruck eyes. He could have kept it going forever were it not for a massive digit bopping him on the head, causing him to drop the toys onto the paved ground.

            “Showoff,” Miriam smirked.

            “I seem to recall you being just as giddy when I performed for you.” Lanz returned the toy guns to their owners. The kids were all trying to emulate their new hero, though none of them could get the trick right. “Sorry, guys. Me and the missus have some errands to run.”

            “Awwwww.” The crowd’s disappointment was palpable.

            “Next time I’m in town, I’ll show you all how to do it. Promise,” he said, waving.

            “Mister, is the strong, pretty lady your wife?” one boy asked, pointing up at Miriam. The couple’s faces grew flush, sneaking a glance at one another.

            “No, not yet,” Lanz answered, sending even more blood rushing into Miriam’s head. “But maybe someday, right?” Miriam grabbed Lanz and lifted him high off the ground.

            “Come on, we still need to find somewhere that sells radios.” Miriam and Lanz waved to the children and headed on their way. She perched her lover on her shoulder, offering him a raspberry from the basket she carried. “And a newspaper subscription. I love you, but we have to have something to do while we’re home. Oh, and we gotta find out where the nearest movie theater is.”

            “You didn’t answer my question,” Lanz jested, getting raspberry juice all over his face.

            “Let’s see if we make it to the end of year first.” Miriam leaned over and kissed him, wiping the fruit off his face with her tongue. “But, I can’t say I oppose the idea.” The two continued their trip through the market, exchanging pleasantries with everyone they met. David Pliskin had made himself quite handy around town, and everyone was excited to finally meet the fabled beauty from Baltzimar. The sun hung directly above in the clear, blue sky, signaling the end of the dawn and the beginning of a happy life.