Shiryu's toy for a day P.1 (Patreon)

(A story about Furyu's older sister and her interactions with a mysteriously shrunken Furyu)“This is why I always tell you to clean your room, big sis…” Haryu sighed, exhausted from slowly pushing one of Furyu’s building-sized discarded socks toward her laundry hamper. Normally this wouldn’t be too hard for Furyu to do herself, but due to recent complications, the solution was far more difficult than simply picking it up and tossing it into the laundry basket.

“Yeah, yeah…” Furyu said, dejected, as she assisted her once tiny sister in the monumental task of moving her own malodorous legwear across the messy floor of her even messier room. Haryu didn’t mind moving her sock as much due to her secret fetish for her once big sister’s feet, but it was a somewhat different story for the shrunken Furyu. Despite having gone mostly nose-blind to her own odors, being tiny made basically everything 100 times more intense. She couldn’t even cover her nose due to them being absolutely drenched in the gallons of stale sweat that oozed from her forgotten sock.

Feeling like they were making no progress at all, the two of them took a break to rest their bodies and noses. While Furyu attempted to make some distance between herself and her heavily worn work-out sock, Haryu fell face-first into the fabric, inhaling deeply as she used it as some sort of makeshift bed. Staring around at the larger-than-life environment that surrounded her, Furyu’s brain was still at odds with her current size. She’d been tiny for a couple of days at this point but it was still so much to take in.

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Furyu asked, taking a deep breath of fresh air before walking back to the sock. Hearing Furyu getting close, Haryu quickly withdrew from the sock and dusted herself off like it'd help hide the fact that her face and uniform were now drenched in stale foot sweat.

"Uh… Ahem." She cleared her throat in an attempt to hide her extremely flustered face. "Because Shiryu doesn't like it when—" Almost right on cue, the ground began to shake in a violent and explosive rhythm. While Haryu obviously recognized them as footsteps, for someone who wasn't used to the overwhelming presence normal-sized people carried, it was like bombings and major earthquakes were going on. Struggling to stand up straight, Furyu gulped as the footsteps grew louder as they approached her room. Despite being used to earth-shaking footsteps, even Haryu had to admit that these specific footsteps, or rather the person an entirely different magnitude (in both definitions of the word).

Cowering as the footsteps reached their maximum volume, the two tiny girls stood and stared anxiously at the towering door that marked the entrance of Furyu’s room. With an ear-piercingly loud scraping noise, the door slid open revealing an incomprehensibly large and imposing figure. Perfectly toned and physically fit with a single dark blue stripe of hair amidst her long artificially blonde locks, a rush of excitement and fear ran down the tiny girls’ spines as she stepped into the room with a confused expression.