Milly’s head hurt like hell after the close encounter with the ancient oak. That cranky stone golem, he really didn’t have to throw her that hard just because she sat on him, mistaking him for a mossy rock. Not her fault that he looked like one!
Through the haze of pain and nausea she realized that apart from the nasty bump on her head, she had made it out of the accident relatively unscratched. The faint sense of relief faded pretty quickly, replaced by a cold wave of dread, when another realization came to her - the moment she tried to move she knew she was trapped. Most of her upper body was stuck inside the tree, which looked solid, yet turned out to be hollow inside. Her head and ample bosom smashed through the bark, but her legs and, most importantly, her bottom remained outside, leaving her defenseless if some horny forest creature found her and decided to take advantage of her situation. She had to free herself fast, or else…
Suddenly, she heard a number of panicked high-pitched voices echoing through the hollow trunk. She opened her eyes to a sight she sure didn’t expect - much to her surprise, instead of rotten wood overrun with fleshy grubs she saw a cozy, fully furnished room of miniature proportions, its inhabitants running around like headless chickens, scrambling for a place to hide. Cute little people in pointy hats. She instantly recognized them as gnomes of some kind, similar to the ones she had encountered before on several occasions in these uncharted parts of the woodland kingdom. Poor things… Most of them looked so frightened, Milly was afraid she might have given them a heart attack.
“Uh… Hello… I’m… I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion, I didn’t mean to…” she said, trying to calm them down, but only made it worse; all the gnomes that hadn’t found themselves a hiding spot yet responded with a choral shriek and dove behind the nearest furniture. The elf sighed heavily, hanging her head in resignation. This was not her lucky day.
It took the tinies quite a while to overcome their fear and come out of hiding. The fact that the busty blonde giantess was helplessly stuck in the wall and couldn’t even use her arms must have reassured them a bit. One of the gnomes, most likely the chief of the clan, soon mustered enough courage to approach her and bark a few angry words up at her in his native tongue, pointing his finger in an accusatory manner. She assumed he demanded some explanation.
“My name is Milly. I am a friend… A FRIEND… I… need… your… HELP…”
From the look on his face, she could tell he understood nothing of what she was saying. Not that she actually expected it. She hoped, however, that he would at least get the general idea that she meant no harm to his people. Sadly, he probably didn’t, if the nature of her intentions even mattered to him at all.
The little man stood there for a few minutes, rubbing his chin in deep thought. He then went to the side and whistled at his comrades, who gathered around him in a circle and broke into a frenzied, whispered discussion, interrupted by fits of mischievous giggles every now and then.
“Uh-oh,” Milly thought to herself. “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”
A vague sense of uneasiness swept over her. She had a really hard time swallowing the fact that she was at the mercy of the little folk, who obviously wanted no elf inside their house and were determined to get rid of the intruder at all costs.
It wasn’t long before the minuscule inhabitants of the ancient oak agreed upon some plan and scattered around the room in search of the items they needed to carry it out. Milly’s cheeks flushed and her heartbeat quickened when a pair of gnomes propped a ladder against her breast. Then she saw their friend hurrying towards them and couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of what he was carrying. A feather. A feather as big as himself.
The elf gulped nervously. Drops of sweat ran down her brow as she watched the gnome climb the ladder up to her face. Once he gained his balance, he grinned and, much as she had feared, moved his wicked weapon to her nostrils. She tried turning away from him, but the feather was long enough to reach her nose no matter how hard she struggled to escape it.
“No… No!” she groaned, but the little fellow had already begun running the tip of his feather around her flaring nostrils, shoving it in and out whenever she dared to repeat her pleas.
“Stop! Please, stop!” she yelled helplessly. “If you keep tickling my nose, I’ll… I’ll…”
Then it occurred to her… In a moment of illumination, she finally understood what her unwilling hosts were up to. They wanted to force her to sneeze, hoping that if she sneezed strong enough she would eventually blow herself out of the tree. Crazy as it may have seemed, the plan could actually work. Regardless of the chances, however, it had one major drawback, something she was surprised the tinies hadn’t thought about - unless, of course, they were so desperate they simply didn’t care about collateral damage.
“If you force me to sneeze… Your house… might get destroyed!”
Sure, she had already trashed the interior a bit smashing through the wall, but she had no doubt that her powerful sneezes would leave the neat and tidy house wrecked beyond repair. More importantly, some of the little people might get hurt in the process, and she would never forgive herself if an innocent living creature suffered because of her.
The gnome carried on with his job, Milly felt a sneeze building up in her nose.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… AH… AH… AH…”