It was a hard life for a Flea, especially one on your own. Walking the giant sands around you, you’ve been on one journey, find a home.
For a flea, a home isn’t a house, hotel or even a tent. No, it was the body of someone else. Someone much larger, much bigger and frankly... godly.
You are trying to find a new one. What was wrong with the last one that you had? Well nothing really, your whole family was there irritating the heck out of them.
You though, you just wanted a place you could call your own. Risky cause, there was a big chance you were going to die before you find it, but you took that risk anyway.
Which turns out to be a good thing, cause you ended up seeing who you wanted. Now, you didn’t want to make your whole choice based on what you were seeing. While saying that though, you could easily see that she was pretty.
A giant dog! She had giant sandals in, light brown fur on her body. Tight red jeans, and a pink shirt that showed off her stomach.
Little did you know, her name was Brandy, and here she was doing her toenails.
Like before you didn’t want to base your whole life story, of wanting to claim a home cause you thought the home was pretty. The thing is, she looks like she took real good care of her fur, and her skin! It looked so clean, it was kind of perfect to make a living.
So that what you are gonna do. You eagerly run over to her. Which took about fifteen minutes. Thankfully as a flea, you have great stamina. Once you got there, you saw you were at the giant wall that was her sandal. This was firmly your first obstacle you had to go around. So you go ahead and try the hardest that you could.
If only there was an easier way, but no one said it was going to be easy.
“Darn it!” The giantess said as you cringe from down below. Problem with being the size of a speck, everything is so much louder. Normally you can handle and deal with it, but it still gets pretty loud still. “I knew this colour wouldn’t look good on me. Oh well, at least I tested it. Gotta start over.” Brandy said this as you breathed a sigh of relief.
That was something you wanted to hear, cause now you know you are given time to climb up. She has to go and remove the toenail paint, and mostly likely will want to apply even more. Needless to say it makes it even better and better for you.
You of course wear a large smile before going to the sandal, and climbing your way up. This was a challenge as well. You could stick really well of course, you were a flea. Nothing will get rid of you, well unless one of those collars.
She has a collar on, but you doubt it’s one of those. You’ve heard stories and had nightmares of that wicked thing.
While you climb her purple sandal, you notice the smell that was on her. It smelled like lotion, or like perfume. Whatever it was, it smelled good.
You thought you were lucky, finding a pretty dog to go on, but maybe it was even better than that! She took good care of her skin and fur, and even gave you a pleasant smell in the air.
So why do you feel kinda bad. You are gonna live on her body, having fun there, setting up a home there. You will be eating there, drinking there, sleeping there.
Your whole life will be spent there, so... should you ask.
Her ears are big, very big! Like big enough to be caverns, to you at least. You could probably get her attention if you wanted to. It was a just a matter of if you wanted to. You were a flea, you live on bodies that is what you do. So why do you feel the need to go ahead and ask her for permission. Needless to say it doesn’t make that much sense in the great scheme of things.
You are left with that thought as you climb up to the top of her sandal. Looking at the mountain that was her toes. She was lowering her toenails, scrunching them down, which gave you a perfect chance. She looks like she’s painted all the other toes again, except for this one.
Well gotta go, as you run as fast. Just in time though, as you grab the edge of her toenail.
Big enough for you to get a very good grip. Just as Brandy relaxed her toes. Shifting and laying them normally. You were resting on the edge of her toenail, breathing heavily. Everything this girl does of course will be quite the dangerous journey for you, but you can make the best.
You look up, seeing her eye down onto you. Well clearly her toenail, not you. She has not seen one bit of you.
You get a bit of an idea of what to do, but you hold yourself as she lowered the giant brush. With puddles and puddles of red paint, she brought it down and started doing her toes. Needless to say you are thankful that you are nowhere near there, cause if you were you would of most likely drowned.
You can usually deal with water, avoiding the droplets and even sometimes swim through. Paint was so much more stickier, it was hard to escape.
You see the forest of her fur, which you can go to. Although you do stop as you look over her toe and leg, and then back to her.
Now was the moment to make the choice. Should you go ahead and live on her body, or should you ask for permission first. Who knows, maybe she will let you?
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