Fire Emblem Three Houses Size Interactive - Sylvain Ingrid

(Set before the time skip. No spoilers.)

“And then I told her, ‘what are you gonna do, curse me?’”

“And then she did,” Ingrid sighed, unamused. “You do know you deserve every bit of this, right?”

Ingrid glared down at the shrunken Sylvain in the palm of her hand. As tired as the routine of taking care of Sylvain’s messes after he broke a woman’s heart was, she had to admit that this one was pretty novel. She had found him on his bed, jumping for her attention after she came in and assumed he had overslept again. After that he quickly explained to her his latest exploit involving a hot goth looking chick he met in town. As it turned out, she was a witch that did not take kindly to his advances.

Never taking the first no for an answer, he inevitably crossed a line, which led to her cursing him.

“If I had to be honest,” Sylvain began, coming dangerously close to genuine self-reflection. “She was totally worth the risk.”

Ingrid closed her fist around him, squeezing the air out from his lungs. “You’ve had your fun. I’m taking you to the Professor. She’ll know what to do.”

Sylvain’s eyes went wide. “No! Wait don’t!” he protested with a coughing wheeze. “She’ll put me in detention if she finds out I’m still—”

“Maybe you need some serious punishment to get it through your thick skull,” Ingrid countered, stepping out of the dorm building. “That witch could have done much worse to you if she pleased.”

“Oh, I’d let her do anything to me for her pleas—” Sylvain was cut off as Ingrid squeezed him in her fist again. “Th-there’s a way to reverse it! We don’t need to involve Professor Byleth!”

Ingrid sighed. “What is it then?”

Sylvain racked his brain, trying to remember the witch’s exact words. “S-something about how I always use women. I’m pretty sure she was rhyming, too.”

“A witch with rhyming incantations,” Ingrid remarked. “Do you have any restraint, Sylvain?”

“I thought she was just a moody poet!”

“Well, what was it she said? These hexes are pretty specific in their wording.”

The shrunken skirt chaser groaned, “‘If you want to return to your size again, you must learn… what it feels like to be… used by women?’ I think it was that, but it barely even rhymes.”

“It’s a slant rhyme, you idiot,” Ingrid countered. She thought about the phrasing. “So all you have to do is put yourself in a girl’s service.”

“Right,” Sylvain said, suddenly realizing the implications of such a condition.

“Good,” Ingrid hummed. “You can start with…”

>...Me."

"...me," Ingrid decided, cupping her free hand around the other to both ensure Sylvain's safety and to cage him in as she kept him trapped on her palm.

The shrunken boy scratched under his chin in mock thought. "My, I didn't realize that you'd taken such a fancy to me." There were far worse candidates, after all. Ingrid was not only a beautiful young woman who he knew and admired quite well, but despite her tendency to nag his ears off, she had an endless amount of patience for his shenanigans.

Ingrid furrowed her brow. "In your dreams, Sylvain. I'm just doing you a favor here. Tell me..." Ingrid brought her hand up closer to her face with a quick motion, causing her tiny friend to stumble from the sudden inertia. "How many girls with broken hearts would kill to have you in their hands right now?"

Sylvain looked aside, trying to evade the question. The entirety of his field of view being blocked by the discerning emerald eyes of his giant captor made that more difficult than usual. "Uuuuuh..."

Ingrid sighed, her mouth in such close proximity that her breath ruffled the miniaturized man's hair. "You've lost count, haven't you?"

Sylvain whistled innocently. Ingrid merely rolled her eyes.

"Well then..." Ingrid lowered her hand with a slower motion this time, positioning it level to her chest. "If the curse says that you need to be 'used by women', then I have a few ideas of a fitting punishment..."

Sylvain looked from the powerful leering visage of Ingrid above him to the gigantic breasts that were just a single leap away. He was, as Claude had eloquently phrased it once, 'scaroused.' "Well, uh, wh-what did you have in mind?"

Ingrid gave a low mirthful laugh, pulling the boy closer to her bust, bringing him just within reach of his desires, granting him a view of them in all of their enormous beauty... before suddenly yanking her arm away, causing him to fall flat on his butt. "Chores, obviously."

"Aw, come on!" Sylvain shouted back, indignant at the blatant trickery. "You did that on purpose!"

"I might have," Ingrid admitted, the ghost of a catlike smile on her face. "But I'm afraid being punished by a lady doesn't always work out the way it does in those tasteless books that you keep losing all the time."

Sylvain blushed red for a moment. The memory of his professor looking him dead in the eye with her cold expression as she handed him his lost copy of 'a perfectly respectable romance novel' would stay with him until the day he died.

"Besides, in case you forgot - and I'm reasonably certain that you did - the professor has tasked us with chores this weekend, and 'I was cursed by a witch' isn't an excuse for lazing about. You remember what we were scheduled for, don't you?"

Sylvain gulped. He was never great at remembering any event that didn't involve cute girls, great theatre or board games (or any combination of those three things, as rare as that was.) "Oh, of course! I remember it like it was yesterday! We're set to, uuuh... clear out the stables, right?"

"Wrong," Ingrid declared, much to Sylvain's further embarrassment. "Not only is it watching the skies for our class this week, but the professor nominated Felix and Dedue, not us." The young knight gave pause for a moment. She had no idea what their teacher was trying to accomplish with these strange pairings, and the one time she had asked about it, they had simply shrugged and said that it 'built character.' "The two of us still have an errand to handle for the class, though. And whether you're the size of a mouse or not, it's your duty as a knight to lend a helping hand."

Sylvain sighed. "Man, 'duty' this and 'duty' that... Can't you just let me off with a warning and send me on my merry way instead of babysitting me all day?" The boy chuckled. "I mean, if you want to give me a light spanking, I wouldn't say no-"

Ingrid lightly flicked her perverted companion in the stomach, causing him to double over. It wasn't with enough force to really hurt that much, but it sure did knock the wind out of him.

"Alr-" Sylvain wheezed, getting some air back into his lungs. "Alright, alright! Knightly duty it is. But I've got no idea how I can help out like this."

"Fortunately for you, Sylvain, it's a task that even you can handle. You'll be helping me..."