Warm Welcome-Detention 2 (REMASTER STORY) (Patreon)

(NEW UPDATE: The author of the story wanted to fix and update some details that enhaced the original version a lot, enjoy!)

Following Denis' adventures at Rodderlet University, after almost being swallowed by the hyena girl at the party, Denis is sent to detention alongside a fellow human who didn't understand the importance of doing his own research and not copying. Now both will face the consequences of not respecting the rules of the top university in Rodderlet.

Sequel of the original story, A warm welcome story by Nomad3315, whom I can't express how grateful I am to share their stories with you, it makes me so happy to see someone inspired by my worldbuilding. They did an excellent job. Please consider giving them some love. Their job is fantastic

STORY

By Nomad3315

-

The following days were a bit hard, as Denis tried to avoid the trio of canines who had betrayed the trust of the first-year human student. He was constantly on the lookout for the three whenever he was outside a classroom.He had his fair share of close calls at home, but his family never let him alone intentionally in a risky environment.It was a big deal.They had promised him safety, yet he was nearly swallowed by a hyena in return. Even though Wok’zi was his saviour, it was still an ordeal he hadn’t gotten over.There was Pedro, a fellow human. His size was more favourable to hang out with him. Even if he was more like Hish'wa, abset-minded and carefree, he was still deemed better for the time being.Denis followed Pedro into the quiet university classroom, the faint hum of the overhead lights filling the air. A few students sat scattered around, heads buried in their notes, the smell of coffee and paper lingering like a soft haze. Pedro dropped into a chair and gestured for Denis to sit beside him as he leaned back casually."Hey, man. You doing okay? You’ve been kinda … off lately."Denis blinked, his fingers tightening around the strap of his bag before he finally sat down."Yeah. I’m fine."He murmured, eyes fixed on the empty whiteboard ahead. But his tone betrayed him, flat, and distant. Denis swallowed hard. The memory flickered in his mind, the towering hyena’s grin, the heavy scent of alcohol and musk, the terrifying moment when those jaws had opened too wide, too close. He could still feel the warmth of that drink against his skin. He still felt the helpless fear he couldn’t shake.The silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint scratch of pencils and conversation between others. Everyone was pretty calm around him. Denis thought they were not being nearly swallowed by the larger students. If they would had an experience like that, they would have been shaken by that too."Hey, got your notes. Thanks for lending them, man. They seriously saved me"Pedro said with an easy smile, reaching into his backpack.He handed the notebook over. Denis hesitated before taking it."No problem."He murmured, his voice quiet. Pedro frowned slightly, but before he could have asked what's the matter, their class started.Thoughout the whole class he was silenced by the unshakable thoughts of being devoured. Even if ancient humans saw this kind of death as devotion and faith towards the titanic creatures, as they were seen as gods, it wasn't the general thought among humans nowadays as before.For thousands of years, these people grew up worshipping these massive beings. Especially the Xoloitzcuintle, which species is Denis family members, even if not by blood. Even if they were big and scary at first, the human boy didn't even considered his life being in danger around them. They were most of the time were careful and gentle with him.And now after so many years, he understood how dangerous this massive size difference is.The lecture hall buzzed with the sound of chairs scraping and students shuffling out as the class ended. Denis and Pedro were halfway to the door when the professor’s sharp voice cut through the noise."You two, Denis, Pedro. Stay for a moment."The pair exchanged a quick glance before trudging to the desk. The professor picked up two papers from the pile and held them up."This one is yours, Denis. And this one is yours, Pedro. Nearly identical. Now, which of you copied from the other?"Denis’s jaw tightened. He’d warned Pedro to actually do work on it and not just copy. And now here they were. He said nothing, only fixed his classmate with a cold stare.Pedro’s face flushed, realizing his mistake."Well… you see…"The professor cut him off with a dismissive wave."No need for excuses. Both of you, detention. I don’t have time to explain that this is not tolareted around here. You’ll learn something more valuable than grades there. You need to learn how to come up with your own ideas Pedro. And you Denis, you’ll learn not to let freeloaders use you. Now go."The words hung heavy in the emptying hall as Denis exhaled sharply through his nose, while Pedro shrank under his glare. Denis walked briskly down the hallway aster a short bus drive and an elavator, his jaw tight. Pedro trailed beside him, hands shoved into his pockets as if nothing had happened. He wasn’t able to keep him outburst in himself any longer looking at him like that."I still can’t believe you just copied my work. I told you that it can be used for reference. For reference. Do you have any idea how much trouble this puts me in too?"Denis asked, glaring ahead. Pedro gave a half-shrug."Relax, man. It’s not like they can’t tell who actually did the assignment. "Denis stopped and turned to him, lowering his voice but sharpening it with anger."That’s not the point. You didn’t even worked on it to begin with. You just took my paper, slapped your name on it, and now we’re both stuck in detention."Pedro smirked, through it was uneasy."Well, look at it this way, we’ll have company."Denis rolled his eyes, starting forward again."If you think I’m going to cover for you next time, forget it. I’ve got enough to deal with without you dragging me down."The two of them pushed open the door to the detention room, the silence inside swallowing the last of Denis’s frustration. Still, his glare at Pedro made it clear the matter was far from over. The double-wing doors creaked as they opened, and Denis and Pedro stepped cautiously into the detention classroom.Their eyes instinctively went upward, tracing the towering figure before them. Elizabeth, only known as Betty, loomed above them. The anthro horse came from the Holswen Islands. It was rare to see other species than canines seeing Rodderlet but she was one of the horses of the few having a life between the dogs.She was easily one hundred meters tall, a towering anthro horse with sleek fur and expressive, human-like hands folded neatly on her enormous desk. Her legs ended in polished hooves that planted firmly against the polished floor.The boys felt the weight of her gaze immediately. From their perspective, she was like a skyscraper, the desk itself spanning the length of the wall, dwarfed only by her own colossal frame. Seven small tables were arranged before her, each with a chair for a human student.Pedro and Denis exchanged nervous glances but silently made their way to the furthest tables.Betty’s eyes swept over them with a mix of disappointment and exasperation."Denis, Pedro, I expected better from you. Copying each other’s work is … unacceptable."She rumbled, her voice deep enough to vibrate through the floor. Denis didn’t dare to correct her, he just wanted to get through with this as soon as possible. The two boys slumped into their chairs, feeling almost crushed under her presence. they felt incredibly small. Even more so since all the attention was on them. Denis and Pedro exchanged another glance, the silence stretching as the giant teacher observed them, and for the first time that day, the boys truly felt small."You’ll sit here until you understand the seriousness of your actions."She said, eyes narrowing slightly.The sheer size difference made her words feel heavier, more authoritative, pressing down on them in a way that made every second of detention feel monumental.Without warning, Betty shifted her weight, and slowly, deliberately, she lifted her massive right leg. Her hoofed foot swung through the air and came to rest on her enormous desk, landing with a soft thud that made the tiny tables wobble slightly. From Denis and Pedro’s vantage point, her leg was a towering column, the polished hoof looming just meters from the tables of the other end.They froze, eyes wide. The sheer scale of it was terrifying. The hoof beside them looked like some bizarre boulder, smooth and impossibly heavy. A careless twitch of her hoof could obliterate their bodies in an instant. The room seemed impossibly vast around them, every detail of her massive body, a reminder of their vulnerability, of the consequences of their misstep.Betty leaned back slightly, watching them with a mix of authority and quiet amusement, the scale difference between them more pronounced than ever. The horse eyes narrowed slightly, and her deep voice rolled through the room like distant thunder."I changed my mind. Strip."Denis and Pedro froze instantly, their eyes darting nervously between each other. The words felt heavier coming from her, echoing in the vast classroom around them."Strip."She repeated, her voice firm, almost vibrating through the desk. Denis swallowed hard."I uhhh ... I need to use the bathroom ... if you ... allow …"His mouth opened, and he mumbled nervously, something he hoped would explain himself to the towering teacher. His hands shook slightly as he reached for his bag, slowly standing from the tiny chair on his legs that felt far too fragile beneath him in the moment.Before he could even take a proper step, Betty’s enormous hand reached down with incredible precision. Her fingers, long and dexterous like a human’s, gently but firmly closed around him. In an instant, he was lifted off the ground, held delicately between her fingers like a fragile figurine. Denis’s legs kicked instinctively, tiny against the sheer scale of her hand, and the classroom seemed to shrink around him. Pedro watched from the table, frozen under the gaze of her enormous eyes, as Betty brought Denis closer to her gigantic muzzle. The warmth and size of her face was overwhelming, her breath ruffling his hair, her muzzle alone dwarfing him entirely.Betty’s tone softened just slightly, her enormous lips parting slightly to speak, though it still carried the weight of authority."In detention, you’ll do as I say."Denis’s heart pounded in his chest as he dangled there, a tiny human against the sheer magnitude of the anthro horse before him, fully aware of how small and exposed he was in her grasp. Even after so many years spent around the three Xolos, he still wasn’t able to get used to being grabbed by another giant without warning."Do not worry, tiny one. You’ll survive."Her deep, steady breaths filled the world of Denis. Powerful enough to ruffle his shirt and hair. Her nostrils flared slightly, pulling in the air around him, and he realized with a jolt that she was smelling him. Each inhale was like a strong wind dragging against his body, tugging at his clothes, pulling at his very balance as if the air itself wanted to sweep him closer to her muzzle. Every exhale came as a rolling wave of warmth, blasting across his skin and making him feel even smaller in her grasp. The steady rhythm of her breathing dominated his senses, back and forth, in and out, like the beat of an enormous, living machine.Her eyes half-lidded, Betty tilted her head slightly, studying him with a quiet intensity. She inhaled again, this time more deliberately, the sound resonating like a low hum through her throat. To Denis, it felt as if she were drawing in every detail of him. His scent, his fear, his nervous trembling.Pedro stood frozen at the table below, watching wide-eyed, unable to look away as his friend was held against the muzzle of their towering teacher, subjected to her powerful, measured breaths.Betty’s massive lips curled ever so slightly, a calm, unreadable expression as she let her breath wash over Denis once more. Her grip shifted, her massive fingers adjusting with slow, deliberate care until Denis dangled directly before her lips. He barely had time to register her intent before the enormous mouth parted with a faint, humid sound. A wave of warm air washed over him, thick with the scent of grass and something sweetly earthy, the breath of a creature whose size dwarfed every thought in his mind.Denis let out a strangled sound as her lips moved forward, impossibly large, soft yet heavy as they brushed against his legs. With an unsettling slowness, Betty slid him inward, pinning his tiny body between her lips as though he were no more than a piece of candy or something.His arms flailed instinctively, pressing against the slick, pliant surfaces that framed him in darkness. Her lips closed, not crushing, but sealing him in a humid chamber where each tiny twitch of her mouth reverberated like a quaking wall. Every breath she took enveloped him in rolling waves of warmth, the pressure of air moving past his trembling form. Even though her parents and his "little" brother had put him in their mouths back home, he still felt unsafe inside the horse’s mouth. At least he knew they weren’t going to swallow him and send him to a digestive demise.From the desk below, Pedro sat frozen, his wide eyes reflecting the surreal punishment. He could see his friend trapped at the very center of Betty’s mouth, his legs sticking slightly beyond her lips, kicking helplessly. The massive horse’s muzzle dwarfed Denis so utterly that even the faintest flex of muscle could have swallowed him whole.Betty tilted her head ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in calm authority as she let Denis feel the weight of her control. Her lips pressed just enough to remind him how fragile he was, how easily a careless movement could end him. She breathed slowly, deliberately, each exhale vibrating through his chest, while her tongue shifted right beside him.The scale was staggering. Denis lungs heaved.Moisture coated him instantly, soaking his clothes and matting his hair. He clawed desperately at the slick walls, sliding, tumbling, rolling, but the lips were relentless. It was vast, alive, and overwhelming. Every pulse reminded him of scale, every vibration reminded him of the living power surrounding them, and every breath was a conscious act of endurance.Her tongue shifted near Denis, pressing lightly against his head before retreating again, reminding him of the vast power she held in such a simple motion. Then, without removing him from her lips, Betty’s hands rose and started to remove clothing. The giant equine’s fingers curled delicately around the strap of her blouse. With the same slow precision that defined every movement of her punishment, she slid it down her arm, fabric whispering against her sleek fur. Pedro’s throat tightened as he watched, unable to comprehend whether this was a threat, a lesson, or something else entirely.Betty moved with elegant grace, unfastening the garment piece by piece. Buttons strained and then released under her touch, each one snapping free with a soft pop. The blouse slipped loose, folding away from her chest and draping over the side of the massive chair like a discarded curtain.All the while, Denis remained trapped between her lips, the world narrowed to damp heat and trembling walls of flesh. Every faint shift of her mouth reminded him that he was not in control. He could feel the vibrations of fabric being peeled away, each movement echoing faintly through her body and into him.Pedro stood rigid by his tiny chair, staring upward as Betty continued her slow disrobing.Piece by piece, garment by garment, she shed them, all without breaking the steady, suffocating rhythm of breath across the boy pinned in her lips.Her gaze lowered to Pedro at last, one brow lifting in calm, unreadable authority.Pedro tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. In one smooth motion, she pinched the petite naked delicately between thumb and forefinger, lifting him from the desk as though he weighed nothing. Pedro’s stomach lurched as the ground fell away. Betty raised him slowly, deliberately, but not to her lips. Instead, her hand lowered, carrying him down alongside of her towering body. The descent was dizzying, the massive contours of her breasts and torso like a living landscape around him. Pedro’s wide eyes darted upward just in time to see Denis’s kicking legs protruding from her mouth, caught helpless between those lips.The freeloader squirmed, but her grip was firm. Lower and lower he went, right to her panties. The heat radiating from her nethers grew almost unbearable. Betty’s deep, steady breaths vibrated through Denis above and through Pedro below, surrounding them both in the living rhythm of her punishment.When she finally stopped moving him, Pedro hung suspended above a hole.The vagina.Her other hand held the panties to make a clear way for him to her private parts. A vast gaze dropped to him briefly, calm but commanding, before she let him fall shortly.The student tumbled through the humid air, and in the next instant landed with a wet, yielding slap onto her opening. The surface beneath him was unlike anything he had ever felt. Hot, slick, and impossibly soft. Fluid clung to his naked body, soaking him instantly, every movement he made dragging strings of it across his form. Pedro tried to scramble upright, hands sinking against the viscous surface as the lady part shifted. Almost like welcoming him.Betty’s eyes half-lidded, her expression unreadable save for the faint curve of authority at the corners of her muzzle. Both boys now belonged to her, one sealed in her lips, the other sprawled upon her privatepart. The colossal presence pressing in from all sides. The room was heavy with warmth and pressure for both students.But it started to be hot for the horse as well. Every twitch against her hole sent shivers through her body. The teacher started to feel wet. Pedro’s mere presence turned her on. She used her fingers and gently started to rub him against her flesh through her panties.He felt unsteady, caught between excitement and the fear of not knowing whether he's gonna survive the ordeal or not. The press of warmth, the ache of closeness, the rush of finally crossing into something he had only imagined.For the horse, guiding him was as intoxicating as the act itself, the mix of his trembling uncertainty and rising desire lighting a fire that burned just as fiercely inside her.In the middle of it, nothing else mattered. There was only the hot pulse of their bodies, the spin of their minds slipping into something wordless, something that felt endless.Betty pulled her panties away to check on the pocket-sized pleasure toy. She didn’t wanted to killing him. Even if he was in detention, the student was still far from deserving death.The air was thick, almost hard to breathe for Pedro until he was pulled away from the hot, wet flesh as he got stuck on the only garment she had on herself. Every tiny twitch felt amplified, blurred by the shimmering haze. Both of them had their heartbeats hammered in their chest. The hole's suffocating heat dazed tiny Pedro. However, his shaft were very active. It hardened by the experience. His eagerness carried a sweetness even hotter than the sauna for the teacher. If there was no one in between her lips, she would have said it out loud. Instead, she only thought about it.Keep squirming. It's delightful.Betty also loved how tiny Denis squirmed between her massive, pout lips. She sat there, her body in ecstasy, heart pounding, heat welling up within her nethers as Pedro felt both pleasure and fear.The horse let go of her garment, and Pedro were launched back into the sauna like environment.In the mouth, Denis weren’t that eager to have his wild ride."Won’t let you copy my homework again."Denis’s world had shrunk to nothing but heat, pressure, and the suffocating embrace of flesh. Betty’s lips sealed around him like living walls, impossibly soft yet unyielding, their sheer weight pressing into his chest. Every twitch of her mouth sent waves of motion through him, as if he were pinned inside a shifting, wet cavern.The heat was overwhelming. Her breath seeped through the faint gaps around him, rolling in sweltering bursts that plastered his hair to his forehead and made his lungs ache with the thick humidity. Each exhale was like standing before a furnace, while every inhale dragged at his clothes and skin, pulling him tighter against the slick lining of her mouth. Moisture seeped through everything. Saliva beaded along her lips and smeared against him, soaking his shirt until it clung to his body in sticky patches. His hands pressed against the fleshy surface, sliding uselessly, the texture at once velvety and slick. It gave slightly under his palms, like pushing into wet leather, but never enough to let him break free.Denis squirmed, kicking wildly, but the lips only adjusted minutely, pinning him with casual strength. The sheer scale of her mouth turned every motion into a reminder of how fragile he was. He could feel the faint tremor of her voice vibrating through her lips, a thunderous hum that shivered through his bones.The worst was the wetness. A constant, clinging damp that crawled over his skin, making every inch of him feel smaller, more powerless. Saliva seeped into his collar, while the constant smoldering heat of her breath wrapped him tighter than chains.Denis wanted to scream, to curse, to demand release, but trapped between those colossal lips, he knew she wouldn’t even consider letting him go for a while. He was swallowed not by her throat, but by the sheer, inescapable will. A punishment far more suffocating than any lecture.Pedro blinked against the golden lamplight as he was being freed from the flesh. Shortly after the light, treetrunk fingers came from the heavens and brought to a wall of velvety fur, trembling slightly with each soft exhale that rolled down from above. It was the wide bridge of a nose, vast and breathing, belonging to someone so impossibly large he could barely comprehend her scale after the wet darkness.Betty’s vast nostrils flared slightly as she studied him closer. Pedro’s tentative awe didn’t last long. The soft, curious sniffing from Betty deepened, and suddenly, the air around him shifted more violently. A rush of air started to pull him toward the nostrils.A gentle suction turned into a forceful inhalation.Betty drew a slow, strong breath. The giant’s nostrils flared, dark caverns opened up to carry his scent mixed with her own juices. Her eyes closed to shut the rest of the world out to just focus on the tiny human. Her sheer scale pressed in from all sides, overwhelming yet mesmerizing.Tiny lungs heaved. Pedro barely had time to realize something was happening. The air around him shifted suddenly, heavier, faster, a violent pulse that pulled him forward before he could even brace.Then, without any warning, Pedro’s world lurched into terrifying motion.The tunnel and the darkness swallowed Pedro.His tiny body tumbling like a leaf caught in a storm. The suction amplified, stronger than anything he had ever felt. It wasn’t just a gust. He spun helplessly, legs thrashing as the current carried him along. It was like a hurricane. A vacuum, a living force dragging him forward into the dark, glistening tunnel.The walls of the nasal passage closed around him like an endless, warm canyon. Every inhalation of the titan was a violent tug, a force he couldn’t resist. His stomach churned, and his chest burned as he struggled to draw tiny breaths from the rushingm, damp air."HELP!"Pedro screamed, but his voice was swallowed immediately by the roar of airflow, tiny and powerless against the sheer scale against such creature at this scale. He twisted in the narrow, phlegmy filled tunnel. Pedro tried to find footing, to slow his descent. But the titan’s sniff had become a force of nature, and he was nothing more than a leaf caught in a storm.It was a surprise to the teacher as well.It was faint at first, almost imperceptible, but there was a tiny, unmistakable presence, something moving against the insides of her airway. A tiny push, a tickle against the inner wall of her nostril. Her golden eyes widened, scanning the palm Pedro was earlier. Nowhere to be seen. She connected the dots between the absence of the student with this new stange feeling in her nose.Pedro got sucked inside.Betty’s massive lips parted, and with a quick, startled motion, she removed Denis from between them. Alarm rippled through her, but her hands, each large enough to crush a boulder, moved with the utmost care, cradling him as if he were made of glass as she placed him back on the desk.Denis’s tiny, saliva-drenched body glistened in the light, his limbs trembling from the unexpected ordeal."Whoopsie! I got carried away! I’ll get you out. You’re going to survive this. Probably."Betty’s ears flicked back nervously. Her tone a mix of amazement and concern.She could sense Pedro’s struggles. The weight, and even panic, though to her, it was more like a faint ripple against a great tide. Her huge hands reached instinctively toward her muzzle, as if to examine the intruder, but she hesitated, realizing the tiniest touch could crush him.Her mind raced on the solution.She couldn’t push him out by rubbing her fingers along her nose, because the pressure could kill him and he was already deep inside. And she couldn’t sneeze for the same reason.Fascinated and worried. Her heartbeat thundered through her chest and into her nostrils, and every pulse made her more aware of the tiny life she had inadvertently trapped. Betty took a slow, controlled breath through her mouth, trying not to panic herself."This … this is incredible. I’ve never felt anything like you. Don’t worry Pedro. I’ll make sure you’re safe."There was only one option left. It was just as well dangerous as the others, but it was the only one he might survive.The mind of the tiny human raced.But not on the solution, complete chaos and panic gnawed his mind. Every instinct screamed to resist, to grab, to fight, but there was nothing solid to cling to. The walls pulsed with each inhale, squeezing and releasing, carrying him forward. Panic roared inside him, his heart hammering in his tiny chest as he was yanked deeper into the living tunnel. The light from outside, familiar and comforting, was gone entirely. Swallowed by the darkness and warmth surrounding him.Pedro was utterly helpless, slipping, sliding, and spinning through the slick, warm tunnel. Every second brought him further from safety, deeper into darkness, a tiny, fragile speck swallowed by a world not built for him. The air was thick, musky, and choking. The suction intensified, tugging him ever closer to an unknown fate deeper within the titan’s body. His tiny body felt powerless against the enormous force, completely at the mercy of the sniff that had become a living, breathing storm.A sudden whump shook the air, a deep intake that came from everywhere at once. The living machine exhaled first, a low, thunderous sigh, then inhaled again with a force that made the floor tremble. The passage of the nasopharynx constricted and pulsed with the titan’s breath. Every inhale and exhale from the sneeze compounded the suction, yanking him forward in violent bursts. Pedro felt his stomach lurch, twisting in the narrow, humid corridor. The walls pressed around him, slick and hot.The student was completely at the mercy of this immense, living machine around him.The tunnel carried him inexorably forward, deeper and deeper toward the unknown of the oropharynx, and he had no control over where he would land next. The world outside, the lights, the cool air, the towering campus, felt impossibly far away. Here, in this hot, wet, roaring tunnel, he was nothing more than a tiny speck in a living storm.The pull didn’t ease. Pedro tumbled helplessly from the nasal cavity towards the pharynx. the throat opening stretching like a canyon before him. The tunnel curved downward, leading straight toward the throat, an endless black tunnel towards the oesophagus. He could vanish entirely, swallowed in a single, terrifying motion. He flailed, fingers scraping against the slick walls, kicking legs that slipped helplessly, but the suction was unrelenting. The next suction yanked him closer to the dark opening of the titan’s throat. The roar of airflow was deafening in his tiny ears, a hurricane he could not fight. He twisted frantically, trying to find purchase, any ridge or tiny protrusion, but the walls yielded under his fingers. He slid further, helpless, towards the abyss below what promised an horrible fate.His heart hammered, lungs burned, and his vision blurred from the warm, humid onslaught. Not like he needed to see anything in the darkness. He screamed, tiny voice lost in the gale, flailing toward nothing, toward a pontential demise.And then, before he could have fallen into throat, suddenly, the titan let out a cough.The violent, convulsive cough rocked the tunnel. The airflow reversed in a chaotic blast, buffeting Pedro backward. He was slammed against the walls, tumbled, and spat out in a violent, dizzying motion. The nude student was shoved into a even bigger tunnel.The mouth.He hurtled through the air inside the titan’s mouth, slipping over slick surfaces, tossed by the force of the cough, before finally being ejected into relative safety near the corner of the lower jaw. Panting, soaked, and trembling, Pedro clung to a tiny ledge, gasping for normal breaths. The titan’s cough subsided, and the air flowing in and out of her nostrils could be heard from that point. Pedro’s chest heaved. He was alive, barely, but alive. The sensation of helplessness, of nearly being swallowed whole, hung heavy in his mind.Pedro landed on a warm, slick surface. The titan’s tongue, a massive, wet, and spongy, shifted subtly with every tiny movement. Each step he tried to take sent him slipping, sliding across the glistening expanse. The surface undulated, pulsing with the rhythm of the titan’s breathing. The spongy flesh clung to him with sticky suction, dampening his tiny limbs and making every attempt to push forward a struggle. Every twitch of the tongue sent him tumbling slightly, rolling over its warm, wet surface as if he were a speck caught in some living tide.He gagged instinctively but had to keep moving. The only chance to escape this living trap was toward the patch of light far ahead, the mouth opening, the exit to safety. He kicked and scrambled, tiny hands clawing at the slick ridges of the tongue as it shifted beneath him. Each pulse of muscle beneath him was like a mini earthquake, and every breath from the titan altered the slope, threatening to roll him backward or deeper toward the throat. His small body quivered with panic, wet and sticky, muscles straining to overcome the slipperiness of the massive, living carpet.Despite the overwhelming fear and the bizarre, terrifying taste enveloping him, Pedro forced himself onward, inch by inch, handhold by slippery handhold, moving toward the light and toward survival. Every step was an ordeal, but he kept crawling, every fiber of his tiny body focused on escape from the enormous, living world he had been swallowed into. His heart pounded in his chest as he focused entirely on the distant patch of light, the open mouth leading to freedom.Every second felt like an eternity.Finally, he reached the edge, hands clutching the massive lip, toes braced against the wet flesh of the tongue. The light above bathed him in warmth and safety. He pulled himself free, tumbling out of the titan’s mouth and landing on solid ground, or as solid as a titan’s enormous palm could offer. Panting, drenched, trembling, Pedro looked back toward the cavernous mouth, his chest heaving.He was finally free.But the terror lingered, the memory of being nearly swallowed alive etched deeply in his mind. Every small movement, every inhale, reminded him how precarious life was in a world built for titans.The heavy door of the detention room clicked open with a tired creak. Denis stepped out first, rubbing his wrists dramatically like he’d just been released from a lifetime sentence. Pedro followed behind, his backpack slung over one shoulder and his expression still carrying that "I can’t believe we just survived" look."I’m not lending my stuff to you. There will be no next time."Denis muttered,But whatever comeback Pedro had, it stuck on his tongue when his eyes went up, way up. Right outside the detention room stood three towering figures. Each was an anthro canine. Their shadows stretched across the tiles like dark rivers.It was Hish’wa, Wok’zi, and Mbwa.They looked different. Their postures slouched, ears flat, tails low. None of the confident energy from the first time they meet. Even from his size, Denis could see how miserable they looked. He stood still for a long moment, staring at the giants looming over them. He wanted to ignore it, pretend they were not there. Pretend they’d go away. But that wasn’t how life at Rodderlet worked. The university prided itself on resolving conflicts between species. Ignoring someone was seen as ruder than shouting at them."Denis … we … we wanted to talk. If that’s okay."Hish’wa spoke up, voice low. His azure eyes were filled with worry and shame.The tiny human didn’t answer right after. The silence stretched, heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, he said."This will take a while Pedro. You can go wherever you want."Hish’wa stepped forward, kneeling close. His blue eyes no longer gleamed with mischief."Denis …we came to say sorry. For everything."The words were simple, but they struck deep. Denis stared at them, arms crossed."Sorry doesn’t really change what happened.""I know, if I hadn’t been looking your way, she would’ve— "Wok’zi said, his voice rough with guilt. He swallowed hard."You almost died because we left you alone. That’s on us."Mbwa spoke next, quieter than Denis had ever heard him."We thought we were being nice. Letting you have space. We didn’t think someone could knock the table like that."Denis’s throat tightened. He wanted to stay angry, but seeing three giants looking that small, heads bowed, voices trembling made his chest ache with something that wasn’t just rage. Still, he couldn’t just forgive them and forget what hapened. Not yet."I appreciate you three saying it, but you don’t get how bad it was. I could have died. In my world, small people like me just disappear. One mistake, and I’m gone. That hyena didn’t even see me. "The titans flinched at his words. For a heartbeat, no one spoke.Hish’wa exhaled, long and shaky."You’re right. We keep thinking we’re careful, but we’re not. We forget what it’s like to be small. You have every right to hate us.""I don’t hate you. I just … don’t trust you."That hurt them more than shouting ever could. Wok’zi’s shoulders slumped. Mbwa’s tail gave a weak, slow wag, as if hoping for mercy."I’m asking for a chance to earn it back."Denis hesitated. His first instinct was to say no, to shut the door of chance and crawl back into his room. But a voice in his head whispered that he couldn’t live like that, hiding in fear. He came to Rodderlet University to learn, not to let his terror define him."Fine. One chance. But you do this on my terms."All six ears perked up."Of course. Whatever you say.""You don’t touch me without asking first. Ever. You talk to me like an equal. And if I say stop, you stop. Understood?"All three giants nodded immediately, almost too eagerly."Good. Then we’ll see."Denis said. The tension broke, barely. But it was a start. For the first time on the ground of the university, he felt a little bigger.