You'd hoped that perhaps Tatiana was a gentle giant, one who would help you get off this crazy island and back home. However, the look in her eyes chilled you to the bone. She looked at you like you weren't even a person, just a minuscule thing that happened to catch her attention. Perhaps subconsciously she ran her tongue over her lips at the sight of you. You did not think that was a good sign.
"Um, Miss Tatiana," you said nervously, "it's been a pleasure to meet you but I really should be heading home. May you please put me down so I can find a way off this island?"
"Oh?" Tatiana asked, amused. "What's the hurry? We've barely gotten a chance to get to know one another."
"R-right," you stammered. "It's just that my family's probably gonna be worried sick about me so I should leave as soon as possible."
"Your family?" Tatiana sounded intrigued. "Are they with you on this island by any chance? Any other little... friends... for me to make?" She said the word "friends" in the least friendly way imaginable. You swallowed nervously.
"Well, no, I'm alone. I was in a sailboat race around the world when I washed up--"
"Fascinating," Tatiana said dryly. "So you are alone. Pity. I would've liked a few more tinies. A colony of you would've come in very useful with my business, but I guess I shouldn't be greedy. Some poor women here have gone their entire lives without bagging a man. I should count myself lucky to have found one. And you should consider yourself lucky that you have the great privilege of meeting a goddess such as myself... You do consider it an honor, don't you?"
"Oh yes--tremendous honor!" you said, not wanting to upset her. "But... like I was saying... my family--"
"My family, my family, blah, blah, blah, do you talk about anything other than yourself? I have a sister and you don't see me droning on about it. Forget about your family. You'll never see them again, not unless they wash up here looking for you. Amazon Peony is magic. No one who washes up here can ever leave, not someone as glorious and powerful as myself. Not that I'd ever want to leave, mind you. This island is a paradise that provides everything us amazons could ask for: Pets... Toys... Slaves... Food."
She fixed you with her gaze and a chill ran up your spine. You didn't know which of those things she considered you, but absolutely none of them were good. Suddenly those skull-shaped earrings looked a bit too ominous.
"Please let me go!" you squealed. You wiggled inbetween her pudgy fingers even though you were hundreds of feet in the air. Falling would mean death, but it might be worth it compared to whatever she had planned.
"Foolish, mousey man. Your kind is at the bottom of the food chain here on Amazon Peony. Nothing here shows mercy, me included. But I'll teach you all about that soon enough."
Before you could keep pleading, Tatiana raised you to her massive cleavage and shoved you inside. The mountainous mammarys compressed you on either side. The thunderous sound of her heart pounded in your ears. She swayed her hips as she walked, making you nauseous from the motion. Only the fear of what she'd do to you if you threw up on her breasts stopped you from vomiting. Her footsteps brought down trees and the island shook from her steps. The heat of the day made her sweat, and the salty beads ran down her cleavage and drenched you. After what felt like an hour, Tatiana stopped moving, and the pressure around you became even more intense as she sat down. With a squelching noise, she pulled you out of her cleavage and you gasped for air.
"Home sweet home."
You looked around and realized you were in a colossal wooden hut. Its size was impossibly huge to you. It was a home for a mountain. Animal skins and heads hung on the walls. You gulped at the size of them. A woman as huge as Tatiana was one thing, but a tiger too?! That terrified you more than words could describe. Your captor set you down on the dinner table and inspected you casually.
You coughed awkwardly. "Nice place you have here," you mumbled.
"I'm glad you approve. See? Isn't this much nice than being alone in that scary, old jungle."
You didn't necessarily agree with that, but you didn't want to anger someone who already showed such disregard for your happiness.
"At least there aren't any wild animals in here," you said.
"True enough. Except for Betsy, of course."
"Betsy?"
You heard a terrifying slithering sound right behind you. With a whimper you turned around. An emerald-green snake the size and length of an airplane runway was behind you. Her pink tongue flicked out of her mouth. Her yellow eyes were fixed intently on you. Somehow, just from looking at her, you knew that she wasn't an ordinary snake. The look in her eyes was frighteningly intelligent, almost human.
"Say hello to Betsy, Mousey Man," Tatiana said, smirking.
You weren't sure if Tatiana was being serious but you didn't want to offend the giant or her pet either way. "H-hello, Betsy," you stammered.
The snake only stared at you. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do next. You turned to address Tatiana when a lightning flash movement occurred out of the corner of your eye. In an instant you were plunged into pitch black darkness, surrounded by moist flesh. You realize the snake had snatched you in her mouth and immediately began to scream as she worked you to the back of her throat without issue.
Tatiana watched the whole affair with a bored expression on her face. She sighed as the snake swallowed you whole and rubbed her forehead in annoyance.
"Betsy, I swear to god," she mumbled.
The snake was already hurriedly retreating with her prize, her prize tucked away inside her and crying. She slithered off the table and on to the floor. She was almost at the door when Tatiana got up, marched after her and grabbed her by the tail. The snake wiggled in protest but Tatiana ignored her, and leaned in to address the struggling mass in her snake's belly. She listened for a few seconds as you begged and pleaded for help.
"First law of the jungle, Mouse," Tatiana said slowly and clearly to the bulge in her pet's stomach. "Eat or be eaten. That display was pathetic. You literally didn't last a second. I have half a mind to leave you in there to digest."
Your wails of terror made Tatiana smirk. She brought Betsy back to the table and pinched her hands beneath the bulge you made in the reptile. She ran her fingers up the length of the snake, forcing her to throw you back up. Betsy hissed at her angrily and thrashed, not wanting to relinquish her meal, but she couldn't stop from Tatiana squeezing you out of her. The snake snapped its jaws beneath your kicking feet, trying to reclaim you, but Tatiana pulled your form out of reach.
"Nice try, Betsy," she said, then turned to you. "As for you, Mouse, next time I expect you to put up a fight. Otherwise I will leave you in there. If my sister can catch you so easily, she deserves to have you for a snack."
You were too busy shaking on the palm of her hand for the words to sink in instantly, but when they did, they hit you like a ton of bricks.
"YOUR WHAT?!" you shrieked. You looked to the snake that was staring daggers at you. It seemed personally offended that you'd escaped being her meal.
"Told you I had a sister," Tatiana said in a bored tone. "She wasn't born that way, obviously. Some of the women here can transform into animal forms, if they so choose. Betsy's chosen to remain in that form for the past two years, I can't talk her out of it... She always did take survival of the fittest a bit too far." The snake hissed at her angrily and slithered off the table to the floor in a huff. Tatiana shrugged. "Little sisters and magic islands? Can't explain either of them, eh?"
This was all too much for you. Women the size of mountains. Magical islands that trapped you on them for all eternity. Little sisters who transformed into snakes because sure, why the hell not?! This place was crazy!
"Anyway Betsy, no eating this one," Tatiana said over her shoulder. "Not without my say so, anyway. I want to see if he's useful for anything first. Besides, I found him. If anyone has the right to eat him, it's me."
When Tatiana looked away, Betsy stuck her tongue out at her sister. You had the feeling that Tatiana's warning meant less than nothing to her.
"What do you mean by wanting to see if I'm useful for anything?" you asked numbly. You dreaded the answer but in this crazy place, you may as well find out as much as you can, if the answers would only confuse and terrify you.
"Tiny men are a rare luxury here, Mouse," Tatiana explained. "Like I said, we can use you for whatever we want. Some women keep guys like you as pets, others as slaves or food, others still as toys for more... intimate desires." You repressed a shudder at the thought of being used intimately by any woman as huge as Tatiana.
"I figure I'll try using you in whatever way I can think of, and if you can't cut the mustard, well..."
Tatiana slapped her mountainous belly, causing it to jiggle ominously. You could hear the sloshing and gurgles from inside. If that wasn't bad enough, over the giant's shoulder you could see Betsy staring at you. The snake lifted her tail and pointed directly at you, then opened her mouth and pointed inside.
The strength went out of your legs and you fell to your knees. This place was a living nightmare. Be a slave or be dinner. Eat or be eaten. In your terrified mind, there seemed no escape from the latter.
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