Vindication Part 2

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#65 of Commissions

A continuation of the first vindication story where Nils has Sigmund right where he wants him...


Vindication Part 2 by: Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. Most are original and used only within the context of this story. One is the property of another person and I use them with permission and respect to the owner. Any resemblance to real life persons is purely coincidental. Furthermore, there is a prominent micro/macro theme as well as underaged content presented within this story. You have been warned.

The enigma of the unexpected is all too exciting for many. But what happens when the unexpected happens? Is it not the duty of humanity to overcome obstacles and face adversity when it presents itself? But what if the very same thing...that when it occurs...is so unreal that one does not know what to do? What if the dreams of fantasy became reality? Would one be able to react logically or would a more unpredictable outcome be likely?

Nils found himself in such a predicament. At 11 years old the boy had very little in the realm of life experiences. He knew naught of the otherwise many predictable monotonies of life and when his coach exploded at him for what seemed to be a minor issue, Nils reacted as adversely as any child who felt dejected would. He sought revenge and now before him stood his coach except the man who was formerly almost an Olympic class athlete was now literally a fraction of his old self.

The boy was a cherry colored Pine Marten had employed the services of a friend who had engineered a device capable of shrinking her victims. Nil's wasn't even fully aware of its capabilities nor did he care about the consequences of using such a device both on himself and his victim. Now he found himself standing in front of the now toy-sized Sigmund coach who was very much staring at awe at him as if the cub was a monument of epic proportions. Possibilities began to wonder in the boy's mind as he pondered what he could do with his new toy.

Nil's looked around checking his surroundings to verify that no one had suspected any mischief. It didn't seem that anyone had come running, but Sigmund hadn't even had much of an opportunity to protest. The badger still was in shock but soon panic set in and he began to run about. However, the fact remained that he didn't have much of anywhere to run. He was very much stuck on the seat of the chair and the floor beneath him looked very far away. It occurred to him that upon reaching the rim of the chair, that he could very well hurt himself had he jumped off.

"Hmm....what should I do with you?" The boy thought to himself as he kneeled down to get a better look at his new toy.

A series of squeaks and peeping noises were made as the badger began to yell in terror at the behemoth of a child before him.

"I think I'll take you home with me so we can have some fun there. Maybe you can take a ride in my new RC car."

Before he could even react, the coach was soon snatched up by the cub's paw. Wriggling about he couldn't do much but struggle. However it wasn't nearly enough since the boy's grip was tight and the ever-present remember of the cliff jump before he reminded him of a grim fate he didn't want to meet.

Nil's stashed his new prize into his pocket and made his way home. Luckily for him, no one was really around the school once he made his exit. The captive continued to wriggle about even as he rode his bike from the school to his house. However, the cub was especially careful to make sure that the badger didn't slip from his pocket. The marten didn't go as fast as he normally would and so his trip home took longer than it usually did.

Once the cub arrived home, he could see that neither of his parents was about. He assumed it was because they were not back from work yet. Nil's smirked as he parked his bike and decided to use their absence to his advantage. The marten allowed himself inside and quickly locked the door behind him. Just to be sure he was alone, he looked around the house. There was no sound to be heard minus that of the running air conditioning.

Locking the door behind him, he was now certain he was alone and quickly rummaged through his pocket. Sigmund squirmed around as he was once again grabbed by the vengeful grip of his captor. The cub brought the coach to his eyes and veered at him with an intense visceral feeling of vengeance. Still grasping him, the boy brought his toy into his room. Nil's room was very much very typical for a boy of his age.

Many posters of various gaming characters adorned the sides of his room. He had many more plush animals than many of his friends and even had a sizeable Yugioh collection to boot. His parents explained it as nothing more than collect-ability an obsession but generally treated him to certain gifts when he behaved well or got good grades. One of his prized possessions was his model car collection. A small few of which were motorized and bound to remote controls.

His personal favorite vehicle was a mock Ferrari which was apple red in color. Despite its number of times in use, the boy kept it in very good condition and even washed in on a regular occasion as if it were a real car. After arriving in his room, Nils made no attempt to shut his door as he was much too excited to get his driver into his prized Ferrari. His intent was to make him his personal stunt man and do death-defying tricks for the boy's amusement. Unfortunately for the badger, there was no safety equipment to be had as he was popped into the driver side door.

Even as small as he was the man could barely fit into the tight space offered between the plastic chair and steering wheel. He saw no method of escape and quickly looked around for a seatbelt. There was no time for that as the little electric car zoomed off across the floor. Nils watched as the Ferrari beamed across the carpet too and fro. A smile formed across his face as he commenced several laps around the perimeter of the room. Each and every time a circuit was completed the man found himself getting more and more nauseous.

Before long the monotony of going around in circles became old. Nils peeled backward and opened the door to his room. Sigmund felt the wind of the air conditioning brush against the fur of his face. Bit by bit he was losing the battle with queasiness. Then just as the boy lost sight of the car, it crashed into a wall and catapulted the man into the wall. The initial jolt of energy left the coach stunned and unable to act despite being free of his predicament.

Nils rushed into the living room where the car had turned abruptly into the wall. The vehicle did not seem to be damaged, which as a relief to the boy. However, the badger didn't seem to be in the seat anymore. Not far off the badger had recovered a bit and was sluggishly crawling about on the floor trying with all of his might to run away. But the marten would have none of it and quickly snapped him up back in his paw.

"Nuh-uh. Not so fast little pet...I'm not done with you yet." Nils commanded at the now recaptured man.

Once again the man found himself staring into the face of the child whose snout peered down at him as if expecting some grand gift from his vassal. At least the fit of revulsion was now over the man thought to himself, trying to make light of the moment.

"What should I do with you now...Oh, I know!" The cub didn't take long to come up with another plan of action for his toy.

The boy went back into his room and picked up some protective gear so he could go skateboarding. The entire time he held Sigmund in his paw so the little creature could not escape.

After putting on his elbow, knee, and wrist pads Nils secured his helmet before grabbing his skateboard. Now he was ready to go outside. The marten made sure he had time before his parents got home and saw that he had approximately 30 minutes before either of his parents returned from work. The cub went outside with board in his hand and put the board down on the sidewalk. He placed his little pet on top of the grip tape and once again the badger was met by a rush of air.

Not being confined to the boy's grip was a welcome addition. Sigmund could make out that they were now outdoors and it was nowhere near as cold as it was indoors. Before long the board began to move and the badger was having a great deal of difficulty standing up. The asphalt of the street was causing the board to shake and rattle. The man fell down on his rear end and his body began rolling about as the cub turned back and forth rounding corners around the street.

Eventually, Nils got bored with practicing and was keen on trying a trick he had been practicing. It was time to master the kickflip. He waited until his turn was over and pushed twice to make sure he had enough velocity to pull off the trick. Moving his paws on the board so that they were positioned correctly, he bent his knees and began to hop so that the board would leave the street. As he angled the back of his feet off the board he used his back foot to rotate the board at the very same moment that he jumped into the air.

The board began to rotate and Sigmund found himself tumbling to the ground below. The badger rolled onto the street below as his body coiled into a ball and flopped around until his body came into a stop. Nils landed the trick and didn't even realize his prize had been lost in the action. Luckily for the man, the roll had absorbed the energy of the fall and he wasn't badly hurt. Nil's got off the board and cheered jubilantly as it was the first time he had accomplished the feat. He felt like he was Tony Hawk.

The boy got off and kneeled down half expecting to find his pet clinging to the board but was dismayed to have no such luck. Panic struck him as it just the occurred that the coach had been lost in mid-trick. Immediately he began to backtrack with his back bent so that he could get an overview of the entire ground. He had to be careful or he might step on the man and risk injuring him.

Sigmund began to recover before he was found by Nils. When he came around he looked around trying to gauge his surroundings. The span of asphalt below him dominated much of the environment however there was a curb that led to a risen sidewalk which had kept him from rolling any further than he already had. He picked himself up and realized that Nils was still some distance from where he was.

This was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. Despite the aches and pains in his body, the man carried on and began to run in the opposite direction. However, he maintained a low profile and kept himself near the curb since it was just about the same size as he was. All Sigmund had to do was crouch just slightly and he could be covered by the size of the curb next to him.

Nils was beginning to feel desperate as every spot he looked in came up barren. He picked up speed and continued covering the entirety of the street, still not seeing any sign of the badger. Before long he heard a horn beep and sure enough, upon looking up, it was his mother who was returning home. She drove around him and stopped once he was right outside the car window.

"What're you looking for, hon?" The mother asked her son.

"I lost a toy." The boy came up with the best white lie he could come up with on short notice.

"Oh, okay. Well, don't be late for dinner. I'm going to start making it once your father gets home." The woman began putting the car window back up.

"Yes, mom. I promise I won't be late." The car drove away once he finished his statement.

Nils knew he didn't have much longer and his search became much more frantic. Running around as if his life depended on it. Sigmund meanwhile had managed to climb over the curb and was making his way to the grass which was a short distance from the edge of the sidewalk. Looking back the coach had to make sure that the boy wasn't gazing in his direction and then streamlined for the grass.

It wasn't much longer before Nils caught wind of the exodus, only catching a slight glimpse of a darting black spot vanishing into the blades of grass. The marten rushed over, thinking that it might be his lost prize but found no trace of the disturbance once closer examining the area. Evening bending over and bringing his line of sight to a more level position, he saw nothing suspicious.

Sigmund watched as the shadow loomed over him and his heart was racing from the physical exertion of the moment. It occurred to him that he had escaped but he had no plan of how to get back to normal. A sense of dread came over him as he realized that he couldn't hide forever. He had no real sense of how to get back to normal and knew full well that Nils was his only real saving grace and that was assuming the child had the intention of returning him to normal.

The man took a deep breath and decided to reveal himself for no other reason than pure desperation. He took a few steps forward and Nil's could see the movement from the top of the blades of grass. Eventually, the coach was no longer covered by his makeshift hiding place. A sense of relief came over the cub as the badger came out from hiding. A honk was heard from behind him and sure enough, as he looked back, it was his father returning home. It seemed it was just in time.

"You had me worried. I thought I lost you...sorry if you got hurt. I promise I'll make it up to you." The marten picked up his toy and retrieved his skateboard before returning home.

Once he was at the door he made sure to stash Sigmund in his pocket and keep his skateboard off the ground so his mother didn't yell at him. The badger struggled a little bit before he finally settled at the bottom of the pocket, shuffling around with each stride the boy took inside the home. He began regretting his choice but he felt that he had no other choice than to deal with being the child's toy a little longer.

Inside the home, the mother had already begun preparing dinner for her husband and son. There were no details on the specifics beyond she wanted it to be a surprise. The father insisted on hints but she would have no such nonsense. In the meanwhile, the father busied himself with getting undressed from work and unpacking his briefcase so that he could work on some stuff after dinner. Nils, on the other hand, was happy that his parents were home but decided to retire to his room to relax before dinner.

He placed his board on one of the walls so that he could clean it later. Placing his paw in his pocket, the cub pulled out Sigmund and held him out flat in his palm before heading over to his bed to sit down. Once again the rush of the air conditioning caused chills to run down the man's body as his full form was revealed to the cub who looked ever onward at him ominously. Nil's eventually kicked off his shoes and laid flat and allowed the badger free roam over his shirt covered chest.

Sigmund now got a much better idea of just how small he was. The 11-year-old was just a fraction of his own size earlier and now he could essentially call the boys chest a flat field similar to the plains in the midwest. As he walked the boy's chest raised up and down while he breathed slowly. Nils couldn't help but smile as his toy made his way up the length of his body. The marten remained as still as possible as the coach ascended up the large child.

It took a few minutes before the coach was able to get up to the collar bone of the kid and surprisingly enough he didn't stop there. His intent was to get to his ears so that for once the marten could hear him.

"Nil's you need to stop this right now...I've learned my lesson. Turn me back to normal, please."

"Heh, and what makes you think you deserve it?" Nils chirped back defiantly.

"I'll do anything..." The moment he said that Nils regretted it.

"Anything, huh? How about you make me feel good and I'll make you big again tomorrow at school."

"Make you feel good...? But you..." The man was cut off before he could even finish.

"And I know you want it...I saw those magazines you were reading. Don't deny it and you won't regret it." The boy made an empty threat that he had no intention of delivering on.

"Uh...Okay...I guess I have no choice." It wasn't like the boy was lying anyhow, this was exactly what the coach had fantasized about, though from a micro-sized perspective.

"Good boy." The boy looked at the clock and saw that he didn't have enough time before dinner to do as he pleased.

"We'll wait until after dinner. You can just chill here until then. I will be back after." The cub grabbed his pet and set him down on the bed before exiting the room.

Sigmund spent the next 20 minutes in anxiety wondering why he had agreed to it. Of course, secretly it is what he wanted but he still couldn't help but be a little worried about the ordeal.

When Nil's finally returned, he did so with a small ration of his meal which he shared with the minuscule badger. Despite it only being a few crumbs, it was more than enough for the man whose appetite was drastically reduced due to his size. Sigmund wasn't about to turn down the offering as he hadn't eaten since lunch and scarfed down the now lukewarm scraps in no time. He couldn't believe that the boy was now being nice to him.

"Glad you enjoyed that...now it's time to live up to your promise." The cub picked up the small man and held him up as Nils got back on top of the bed.

Once he was flat he began to fiddle with his fly and peeled down his pants so that his white underwear could be seen. Sigmund simply stared at the boy's crotch, especially once the boy began to bring him closer.

"Make me feel good and I promise I will make you big again tomorrow." Nil's said as he was apparently pent up.

After the man was set down, the boy's bulge of flesh pushed out in front of him. It was almost like a mountain but still, the badger crept ever closer to it.

Sigmund could smell a light sense of musk which he assumed was typical for a boy on the cusp of puberty. But this didn't deter him as he brought himself forward to grab onto the mount of flesh. As soon as he did, the marten gasped as he had never been touched down there by someone else before. The Badger began to use his entire body to rub against the boy's bulge, which gradually began to harden and lengthen.

The badger was feeling brave and tried lifting one of the fly but the fabric was far too stretched for him to make any sort of movement and allow freedom for the flesh beneath. So he began to climb upward in an attempt to bring down the waistband. Looking down Nils could see what the small man was trying to do and decided to help him. Lifting him up, he grabbed his briefs and pulled them down so they rested right at his upper thighs. He felt a little chilly now that his cock was exposed to the cold air in his room but it didn't last long.

The moment he sat down Sigmund on his flesh, his body heat in his nether regions instantly heated back up. His penis flinched and the badger began to move back and forth, the twos fur grinding together and creating friction against the sensitive area. Nils closed his eyes and began to moan as the intimate sensation began to increase. His dick began to throb as he was already close to reaching his limit. Eventually, he could take it no more and his shaft spasmed, allowing out only a few spurts of semen from its tip.

Sigmund dismounted the member as he seemed rather pleased with himself, having satisfied the boy. Nils didn't know what to do with himself as his body began to recover. It took a few minutes but eventually, the fit of sexual stupor passed and the boy came back to his senses. However, he was exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep. The coach too beat from the long day of duress. The marten moved him upward and allowed him to rest on his chest, making sure to redress himself before covering himself in bed.

The two remained motionless for the remainder of the night only to be awoken by the cub's alarm. They returned to school with the boy stashing away his coach in his pocket for safe keeping. Sure enough, Nil's was true enough to his word and returned Sigmund to his original size. As for their little escapade, it remained a secret between the two of them. The coach learned his lesson to keep his vice private. However, the questions remained: Would the coach ever relapse and how would Astrid seek repayment now that the ordeal was over? Only time would tell...