Fire Emblem Three Houses Size Story Shamir Catherine

Chapter 5: In Which Shamir Awakens to a Size Kink by:
(Set during month 10/ Chapter 7. No spoilers. Also, Shamir and Catherine are the best pairing. Fight me.)

Shamir really needed to stop making bets with Catherine. At first, the prizes were small. Loser pays for drinks. Minor stuff like that. However, the two quickly got bored and found ways to raise the stakes on each other.

This time, as Shamir found herself centimeters tall at the feet of the blonde knight, she was beginning to feel these bets weren't all that good of an idea. She was confident she would win, but Byleth apparently preferred Catherine, handing over the whetstone and settling their petty bet.

"Hey there, little lady," Catherine boomed obnoxiously.

An earpiercing scratching forced the mercenary to cover her ears as Catherine's boots slightly shifted on the ground when she squatted down to get a good look at her new prize. She grinned, thinking of all the ways she could exert her power over Shamir.

The tiny knight stared up at the incomprehensibly massive figure above her. Her knees went weak. Although, she didn't quite know why.

Sure, her partner was attractive, and they certainly had intimate nights together on long journeys to missions with nothing but each other. However, Catherine was also brash and thickheaded, something she didn't value in people. Though, as Shamir quickly came to realize, she put a lot of value into strength.

And at this size, Catherine was the most powerful thing in the world to her.

That fact was quickly made obvious as the blonde plucked her partner high into the air to meet her face while also standing up. This led to a gut churning pressure as the g-forces pressed down onto Shamir thanks to the movement. Even then, Catherine's powerful fingers held an impossibly strong grip on her, reminding the tiny knight just how helpless she was to her partner's every whim.

"Oh, the things I could do to you," Catherine said with a husky tone. She rubbed her thumb over Shamir's body, enjoying the feeling of her squirming in her fingers. She made sure to press her thumb between Shamir's legs, chuckling at how her tiny prize instinctually closed her legs around the digit.

The reserved mercenary let out an involuntary moan through grit teeth. She wasn't about to give her the satisfaction, yet a part of her wanted to be toyed with. She was manhandled easily with just two of Catherine's fingers, and there was nothing she could do in her power to stop it. The worst part was that she wanted more of it.

This was supposed to be a humiliating punishment, but why was she into it?

Catherine pulled her thumb away, only to be surprised to see the tiny woman desperately clinging onto her. "Bit excited there, aren't you, Shamir? Don't worry, we'll have a lot of time together."

She was right. The punishment would last until the end of the month.Until then, she was just Catherine's plaything, something she dreaded until just a few moments ago. Now, she wondered just how Catherine would have her way with her.

The blonde brute loosened her armor, letting her breastplate hang loose as she used her free hand to pry open her collar. She brought Shamir up to the gap, chuckling to herself before letting go and letting the purple haired knight tumble down into the dark canyon waiting below her.

Losing all sense of direction but down, Shamir slid across the giantess' skin, which was slick with sweat despite the cool wind of the Wyvern Moon. It didn't take long for her to be wedged between Catherine's hulking breasts. What little air there was smelled of stale Catherine. Her face and upper body was spread eagle across the top of the giant blonde's breast, which was surprisingly spacious up until the point where Catherine tightened her breastplate, flattening the tiny knight.

Shamir let herself get lost in the hazy heat. The way her body had been splayed out was like she was hugging the massive hills, something she didn't know she wanted until now. She rested her head against Catherine's soft skin, deciding to enjoy her time here while it was still private.

Catherine cannot know I'm into this.

Once light and Catherine's fingers returned, Shamir found herself...

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With both a surprising amount of delicate balance and a not-so-surprising amount of sheer speed, Shamir was plucked out of her personal heaven. She was immediately thankful for the crisp fall air she could breathe now, and yet she already found herself pining for the heat she had been ripped away from. Once again, Shamir found herself held in the air at a height most people would find dizzying, although her attention was anywhere but the ground below her, as Catherine leaned so close that Shamir could likely reach out her arm to touch the tip of their nose.

"I bet you enjoyed yourself in there?" Catherine asked, giving a hearty laugh as Shamir, despite their best efforts, failed to hide the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Relax! Here, let me set you down for now."

The giant's hand gave a swift descent (threatening to send Shamir's lunch of spicy fish and turnip stew straight back up) and the herculean fingers unpinched, letting their catch drop a relative few feet onto a wide wooden surface.

Now that her vision and attention wasn't dominated by Catherine, Shamir's keen senses could take stock of her new surroundings. She had already acertained that she was on a barren table, as she noticed the once-small knicks and dents that were no doubt dug by copper coins and sharp nails belonging to idle daydreaming students, now magnified to exemplify how tiny she was. Beyond the mesa of wood, there was a wall that rivaled the cathedral in height, but instead of stonework and stained glass, it was row after row of books. In the distance to the 'south', a fireplace akin to a forest inferno sizzled in its pit. Benches were lined around the gigantic room, some seated near the aforementioned fireplace while others had been lined up by the table. A desert of grey stone awaited below, while the sky was now replaced with dark wood. Most humans would fail to see much beyond that, but Shamir's eagle-eyed vision could even spot the bulletin board and training dummies across the vast distance to the other end of the hall, and her hearing picked out the calls of crickets and owls beyond the doorway that seemed fields away to her now.

"This is the Knight's Hall," Shamir announced, certain in her deduction. She craned her head to look up at Catherine, who was looking back down with a telltale smile on her face. While Shamir had acclimated to her new stature far quicker than most likely would, it was still humbling - and quite exhilarating - to see her fellow knight looming over her, radiating raw power without so much as saying a word. It took Shamir a second or two to stop staring into Catherine's eyes and finish her thought. "I hope you're not planning to show me off to the other knights." Shamir dreaded the thought of bearing with Alois at a scale where his abundant energy could be more than a little detrimental.

Catherine gave a laugh, deep and boisterous enough that Shamir could swear that she felt the table itself shake (or maybe it was just her knees again.) "Of course not! If it were up to me, I'd have you all to myself right now!" Shamir angled her head away, aware of the blush returning to her face and now astute enough to hide it behind her hair. "But you see, I didn't really think I'd win our wager. The professor usually tends to play you as their favorite, after all."

She wasn't wrong - Shamir had noticed that Byleth had invited them to tea more than once this month, while Catherine had been left conspicuously absent. Then again, Shamir thought to herself, Catherine isn't exactly the best when it comes to teatime etiquette.

"Since I didn't expect this little present of mine-" Catherine made sure to emphasize her wordplay with a lick of the lips, and Shamir somehow felt even smaller than before. "-I'd already made plans for tonight. I just blocked out the hall for a private game between some friends and I, and it's a bit too late for me to cancel all of a sudden."

"I see," Shamir said, walking closer to the folded arms of Catherine on the edge of the table. In their steel bracers, they looked more like mighty metal pillars that had fallen atop one another. "What's the game? No more wagers, I hope."

Catherine gave a low mirthful chuckle as the hand nearest to Shamir drummed its fingers in mock thought, causing the archer to brace so that she might not be tripped over. Shamir bit her lip - even the slightest tremors of Catherine's most idle of movements exuded power. "We'll see - we're just waiting for our guests to arrive. You will be joining in, right? It'll be fun, promise!"

Shamir nodded, allowing herself a faint smile. This wasn't exactly the evening she had planned, but it was still an interesting situation and... Well, for whatever else she wanted to try, she had the rest of the month left anyway. "Of course. It's not like I could say no, after all."

"No," Catherine said, flashing her teeth at her shrunken partner. "You're mine."

Despite their difference in size and being considerably distracted at the moment, Shamir was the first to hear the sound of footsteps in the distance, as Catherine's intended party entered the Knight's Hall.