As you explained your situation to Sylveon, you started to realize her expression changing. She was initially startled and confused at seeing her trainer had shrunken, but over time, she was starting to look more... happy? Or was she mischievous? She was smiling, and there was an odd gleam in her eye.
“Um... Sylveon?” you asked. “What are you thinking?”
She didn’t give you an answer, but her ribbon, which was coiled around your waist, began to slide and tighten. It curled around you more and more, snaking around your body until it wrapped up your legs and your entire torso. Your head and shoulders were free, along with your arms, but you were mostly stuck in a sort of cocoon. It was oddly comfortable, since her ribbons were soft and silky-smooth, but it also made you worried about what she was planning.
As she wrapped you up, you heard a rumbling sound come from your Pokemon, and realized she was purring. You could tell she was enjoying your new size. That made you even more worried. Was she planning to mess with you now that you were powerless to resist her? You doubted she’d actually hurt you, since the two of you were very close (she evolved due to her love for you, after all). But you didn’t feel safe being the plaything of a giant Pokemon.
“Hey, easy girl,” you said. “I bet you like this, huh? I’m as small as one of your toys now, but... I’m not a toy, and I really don’t like being so small. So we really need to stay focused, and you need to help me—”
You were cut off as your partner abruptly lifted you up high, then brought her ribbon down and up again in a big curve. You yelled as you were swung through the air, making your head spin and making your stomach churn. It felt like you were on a roller coaster. Sylveon grinned and kept swinging you around, while you tried to grab the ribbon wrapped around you and hold on tight. She began to laugh, a high-pitched and girly giggle. You always liked her laugh, since it sounded so cute, but you couldn’t enjoy it now. You were too queasy, too focused on hoping that you wouldn’t slip out of her grip and be sent flying through the air—or thrown straight down into the ground.
You tried yelling for Sylveon to stop, hoping she would calm down and stop playing around with you...
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