Ralph 

After a protracted, agonizing march through the unending vastness of the dessert, Ralph found himself in the clutches of a family of humans.
His body was completely dehydrated and exhausted when the tree trunk fingers of the human child picked him up, hard-handed, and dangled him upside down, by his ankle, in front of her curious blue eyes.
Ralph found that he was too tired to fight back. He couldn’t even find his strength to cup his ears while the girl nearly blew up his eardrums when she started to speak. 

“Come quick mom! He’s alive!”

“Don’t hold him like that! Give him to me.” The mother took him over in her soft hands and looked down upon him with a concerned face. 

Luckily for Ralph, the humans appeared to be good-hearted.
The’ve brought him home, patched him up, fed him and granted him his needful time of rest. He slept for almost 48 hours straight.
Next, he told them everything. From the moment, their country got invaded by a red-haired brobdingnagian woman, her carelessness when she devastated an entire city to oblivion with a stomping foot, the abduction of his hometown and all of its citizens when she snatched it up, and his futile attempt to fight and chase her in his jet. After witnessing all this havoc, death and destruction, Ralph turned into a delusion of foolhardy fury and tried to intercept her in his fighter jet, despite better judgment.
He was barely able to keep track when she strolled off, with his home town in her hands, crushing roads, forests and settlements under her mighty feet. And when she stepped into her car and drove off, his pursuit was declared fubar. Either way, Ralph kept flying, angry, tears in his eyes, until he ran out of fuel and was forced to disembark his aircraft. Parachuting down in the hot sands of the dessert, he still kept his stubborn determination to take this brobdingnagian down and plowed through the burning sun and sinking sands until he felt flat down on his face, exhausted. 

He sat cross-legged in the palm of the concerned mother when she promised him to make a report of this crime to the authorities. 

“Justice will be served. I swear. We will find your family. This is horrible, just horrible!” 

With that, she handed him over to her youngest daughter. She would look after him until the mother came back. 

“Can you dance?” The little girl asked. Her looming figure towered over the table when she keeled over with curiosity in her eyes. 

Her name was Tysha, and she had a rich mane of blond curls surrounding her adoring young innocent face. 

“Im sorry.” She quickly corrected herself. “Your probably not in the mood for that right now. Clumsy of me to ask.” 

“Its okay." Ralph replied. "Just… leave me be please.” He saw Tysha’s face sank down in sad disappointment. The girl was obviously hoping for something more of her spare-time with a real lilliputian. 

“I’ll be in the living room, to watch TV. Just call me when you need me. Okay?” 

“I will.” He saw her massive figure darting off. Every footstep caused a heavy earthquake and brought Ralph to his knees. She probably wasn’t even aware of the influence a mere footfall had on his kind.
In the distance, he promptly heard chatter illuminate from the TV in the next room.
He took his time to ponder, walking aimless circles upon the football field-sized table. He felt flooded by all kinds of emotions. Anger and rage towards the saucy brobdingnagian woman, a sense of failure because of his inadequacy to protect his people, but above all, he felt a deep taste of regret.
Regret, because of his cold attitude towards his family. Being obsessed of making a career in the air force, Ralph neglected the bond with his family, rebuffed and scolded them even, especially his father.
Would he ever see them again?
He thought of his brother Kelvin, the true hedonist, with his never-ending debauchery, and of course his kid sister Ashley, always the rebellious type. A bland smile curled his lips when he thought of her. In his head, he took a holy vow to make it up to them. 

A sudden tremble took him out of his contemplation. Someone was coming. In the living room, he still saw Tysha’s curls draped over the couch. Was the mother already back with good news? He certainly hoped so. 

“I’m home!” A feminine voice sang in glee from the hallway. 

It was then that Ralph reminded again that Tysha also had an older sister, a half-sister actually, from a former marriage of her mother. 

“Anyone here?” 

Ralph spun on his heels when the voice appeared closer and in the same room. 

“TV again huh?.” A feminine voice boomed. 

A young woman of maybe around twenty years old, sauntered in with tight packed skinny jeans wrapped around her firm butt.
Ralph had to duck out of the way when she casually jingled her car keys on the table. They were the size of a small house to him. He nearly escaped death. She opened the fridge, bent over, deep, resulting in her white thong to crawl up from under her scuffed jeans. It gave Ralph an alluring sight of her upper buttocks. She grabbed some cold bottle of juice, opened it, drank, when suddenly, her facial expression changed to a look of surprise when her eyes fell on his tiny posture. 

“What the…” The brunette placed the bottle on the counter and approached the table Ralph was standing on, very heedful.
The look in her eyes made him nervous; it was like she was up to something. Feeling threatened under her gaze, his mind raced. He quickly looked over to where Tysha was sitting. The sound of the TV blasted too loud; she would never be able to notice his voice, especially because he was so small. He turned every which way and without thinking, bolted off, as fast as he could. He planned on jumping from the edge of the table, hope to survive the fall, but he didn’t get that far. 

“Oh no you don’t!” The girl dashed forward and before Ralph knew it, he was captured, trapped in the clenched fist of the young woman while she smiled down upon him, triumphant. 

“Let go of me!” Ralph used all his might to pry loose, but her grip was too strong. 

“Tysha! Heeelp!” He screamed. It only made his feminine captor chuckle. 

The young woman slowly opened her hand, causing Ralph to roll over in her palm.
Her huge brown eyes reveled in delight when she saw the futile attempts of the tiny lilliputian to escape.
Ralph ran in panic to the verge of her hand and ceased in his track, terrified, when he realized how vertiginous high he was standing.
There was nowhere to go. He was trapped. Fighting her wasn’t an option either, he wouldn’t stand a chance against this girl. 

“Aria? Back already?” Ralph felt a glow of relief when he heard Tysha’s voice. He felt more comforted in the little girl’s hand than this Aria with her mischievous grin. 

“What's this lilli doing here?” She ignored Tysha’s question and demanded an answer for her own. 

“His name is Ralph. Mom and I found him a few days ago. He told us that a brobdingnagian wrecked his country. The poor thing.” 

“That is sad. Sad indeed.” Aria spoke with a voice like she couldn’t care less about the fate of some lilliputian. 

“I’ll borrow him.” Aria said. Ralph shook due to this troubling statement. Sitting in the palm of the girl’s hand, he looked up at her building sized face with great concern. The way she looked at him with her piercing eyes gave him the creeps. 

“I-I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Tysha replied with uncertainty. “Mom should be back any minute now.” 

At first, being trapped in the huge, cupped hand of the giant girl, Ralph was doused in a sea of fear, unable retort.
Being the trained professional, on the other hand, who is used to all kinds of dangers, he accomplished in dig up and assimilate a deep grounded shard of courage and burst out without thinking; 

“Why don’t you listen to your sister and hand me over to her.” Ralph said with his most deepest and firm voice possible. 

He felt a great drift of strength coursing through his veins; all sprouted from his drive to save his beloved family and make everything up to them.
This Aria was just a brat. He conceived himself as no lesser than her, despite the enormous difference in size.
This gallant attitude, however, was swept away in a flash when the girl clenched his fragile, tiny body again in her powerful fist and impaled him with her seething, blue eyes. 

“What did you just say?” She spat in his tiny face. 

Ralph did his utmost to wriggle and wrench in her vise like fingers. It was no use. He felt his bowels being compressed relentlessly, all squeezed like a trash compacter.
With his bones under breakable pressure, he screamed and coughed up some blood. 

“Your hurting him!” Tysha yelled. 

Aria ignored the pleas of her little sister and carried on with untamable force, causing her fist to vibrate even from the great tension.
The lips of her wicked grin stretched further, revealing even more of her perfect white teeth. She seemed to be reveling in ectasy while she watched the screams of pain gushing out of Ralph’s bloody throat. 
 
“Let him go!” Tysha started to hit her big sister with pounding fists. Aria simple pushed her aside with her other arm, causing her to stumble over a chair and hurt her knee.
Just when Ralph thought that his thorax would implode, the iron grip suddenly loosened, and he was pinched between two chunks of fingers, to dangle in front of the Aria's comely, angry face. 

  “That’s enough out of you!” She reprimanded Ralph with a snarled voice. “You cause my sister to hurt herself! Its high time for a butt-bound.”

Before he could even ponder about what the hell that meant, Ralph was stuffed in the back pocket of her super tight skinny jeans, against her juicy right ass cheek. All plastered up to his shoulders under a hermetic, breath-taking blanket of denim; Ralph was only able to move his head. He craned his neck to observe the evil grin of Aria peering down upon him from a twisted torso. 

“Aaww don’t look so sad little guy. I know you like it.” She glared with a seductive voice. 
 
Ralph failed to keep his dick in dormancy. Being a man of duty, he was still a man, weak and vulnerable under the irresistible temptations of a beautiful woman, no matter how evil she was, or how much she had hurt him just a while ago. It cracked his ego, tainted his manly pride. He hated his own incompetency. 

“I’m gonna show you to my friends.” She said with glee. Ralph bounced up and down, stuck on the tight tender ass when Aria wiggled off, his desperate pleas about the fate of his family vanished in thin air. 

Claire  

She sneaked on the hush through the hallway, tensed; Claire hoped that her mother wasn’t home.
A sense of disappointment churned through her body when she heard her mother’s voice. It came from her bedroom. She seemed to be on the phone with someone. 

“Why you need me over there!” Claire heard her mother’s muffled voice. 

“I’ll just tell you the same thing I’m doing now!” 

Claire eavesdropped on the conversation. The subject appeared to relate lilliputians.
Could it be that her mother obtained the micro city in Madison’s room illegally? She had heard about people with certain exclusive privileges, usually prominent people, who were allowed to keep humans and lilli’s as pets. Her mother however, didn’t fall under that category.
To keep lilli’s without official permission is prohibited by law and severely punished.
Claire quickly darted into a dark corner when she heard her mother ending the conversation and seethed off, downstairs. She mumbled something about ‘her games’ whatever that meant.
When she heard the front door closing and the sound of a car driving off, she sneaky infiltrated her mother’s room.
She was about to go to some party with her friends, but lacked a nice, trendy pair of boots fitting her scantily-clad outfit.
In the corner, she spotted just what she was looking for.
She quickly laced the boots, afraid that her mother might reappear, when for a sudden, she noticed something in the corner of her eye.
The ever enigmatic back door in her mother’s bedroom was ajar. After all those years, Claire still didn’t know what lay beyond.
If she wanted to know, this was the moment. 

She rose up from her knelt position, hearing only the scrunch of her fresh worn leather boots and ambled toward the door.
It opened. She walked further, checking her six from time to time, out of fear for her mother.
In the gloom, she saw another door. She opened that one too. 

“What are you hiding here mom?” She said. 

Not even in her wildest dreams could she comprehend what she was looking at. A sprawled out, broadloom civilization of lilliputians.
Feeling exposed and watched; Claire quickly tried to pull down the fabric of her super short mini-skirt, to cover her long bare legs. It was no use. 

“Oh my god, how long have you guys been here?” 

Immediately, she heard faint sounds of sirens and people screaming.
Claire snickered. 

“Are you in a panic?” She asked rhetorical with a sardonic smile. 

“How about I give you something to panic about.” With an imminent look, she slowly raised her city block sized boot and hovered it over a dense part, cramped with countless of brilliant shiny skyscrapers and buzzy roads.
She felt her excitement rising along with the delirious screams of millions.

She giggled. "This is fun! Feel. My. Wrath. Looosers!” With agonizing slow speed, she lowered her boot like a platform of doom, pulverizing anything in its path. Dozens of pristine office buildings cracked open, spraying shards of glass everywhere. 

“Oh my God." She gasped, almost unable to press out the words due to the overwhelming excitement she felt.
"That was so freaking hot." Claire felt a deep urge to ravage her cunt. With her hands on her hips, she scrutinized the destruction she had caused, a curtain of pitch dark smoke drifted off, revealing a completely compressed part of town, perfectly shaped like the bottom of her boot. Minuscule fires blazed everywhere, from all sides' emergency crews thronged, with their tiny sirens wailing, commencing their rescue missions like swarming lice. 
 
"The irony." She produced a derisive laughter. "To think that I cause all this havoc with her own boot. Hilarious!" 

"You haven't seen the last of me." Claire spoke darkly to the little ones and sauntered off. 
Next to the fact that terrorizing a bunch of lilliputians was overly exciting; it also felt like an act of vengeance on her lying, sanctimonious mother. Claire wasn't stupid. She knew that this would lead to her unavoidable. Her mother would never suspect Madison of such a hideous act. She didn't care though. She didn't care about Kelvin either, who, for some reason, floated up in her mind again. 

 
"Fuck him and his cold dead sister." She snorted, walking off. She got what she came for and shifted her mind on the party at Mel's place.