Skylar stood outside her small home looking up to the night's sky, the stars were brilliant in her neck of the woods. She lived outside of the city, away from the light pollution that Battle Creek had to offer nestled in a small run-down home. It wasn't much to speak of, but the property was fairly large and secluded. A small stream ran off in the distance following her driveway that ran nearly half a mile to the nearest road...

Now if she could just get a nicer car, and something to put inside the house, that would be great.

The door to her home creaked as she stepped in. The screen snapped shut first, shaking on impact only to be tugged shut by the 18 year old with a small audible 'Click'. Most of the people her age were either living at home or stuck in apartments - she made the jump quick into a home with the help of a co-signer. She brought her right hand up, running her fingers through her hair before turning to shut the main door and lock it.

"Where's my friend..." She said to herself as she walked into the kitchen, opening a cupboard to find the last bottle of Whiskey that was almost half full. She'd need to get in contact with her source soon or she'd run out - she didn't want to have to go dry for a while. Being so young, she had to have someone else buy her booze for the time being. "Here you are..."

Just as she set down the shot-glass to fill it up, she noticed the little blue tuft of hair on her counter-top. She smirked, bringing her index finger down to gently 'pet' the tip of Mat's arousal. She watched him flinch away gently, his eyes still closed like he was asleep though she could see the pleasure on his tiny face.

"And here YOU are. Where have you been? It's been a week or something." She complained.

He cleared his throat, hearing her question as his vision came back to him. The little one looked down to see his arousal slipping around her fingertip's skin and moaned aloud, curling his toes as he bit his lips. He almost didn't recognize her with her hair down the way it was - after six years with Chronoa and the inside of her shoe as his only company, everything started to blur together. It was strange though, after two years with the Jester he heard the voices loud and clear. Now though, he couldn't even remember what they sounded like... It's been so long.

"Never mind." Skylar chuckled, bringing her shot-glass down to the edge of the counter-top. She used her left hand to sweep Mat gently into the glass and watched him tumble to the bottom. The little one landed on his back, not really getting hurt much from the fall as he tried his best to recover. "We're going to have fun."

Mat slowly slid himself to the side of the shot-glass as Skylar grabbed the bottle of Whiskey and began to walk toward the living room. She had just rented a movie from Blockbuster earlier today and wanted to toss it in and make some popcorn for the night. She had a lot of ideas on what to do with him, but there was one she was itching to try since she last encountered the little one.

Skylar came to a stop, looking down to the glass in her hand as she brought the open mouth of the Whiskey bottle to the rim. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as Mathew watched the liquid begin to come his way. The little one's body quaked as his mouth hung open, his arousal pulsing between his tiny legs as he looked up to her. He didn't have a chance to escape, the walls of the shot-glass were incredibly smooth and the glass wasn't exactly something he could easily break through.

"You ready for a wild ride, Slut?" She cooed down to him as the liquid began to pour into the glass.

Mat watched it splash down at his feet. The alcoholic wave slammed his little body filling his mouth, nose, and eyes with the substance. It burned, he immediately gasped in shock getting a mouthful of Whiskey. It forced it's way down his throat with the initial blast as well, burning his esophagus and everything. He couldn't see, all he could do was struggle and squirm in the abusive liquid.

Skylar laughed happily as she watched Mat squirm, knowing it must be horrible for him to go through such a thing. She slowly swirled the alcohol around with a circular motion of her hand, making sure he wasn't able to surface for a good breath of air for a few seconds. Without warning, she slammed the shot back with a contented sigh. She felt his little body slide into the back of her throat and swallowed with the shot's liquid without hesitation. He was smaller than a standard pill, so it was very easy for the little one to disappear within the girl.

Mat struggled all the way down. The pain didn't stop his arousal - in fact, it only served to fuel it. He didn't actually need air to survive, a lack of it would only slow his movements and seize his muscles until he could no longer move. The walls of her esophagus were not kind to his little body, the pressure crushed the air from his lungs and threatened to break his tiny bones as he passed down with the shot of Whiskey. It wasn't all pain though, the little Arousal was constantly pulsed and squeezed as he proceeded.

Then, he finally fell.

He could feel his body fall into the liquid of her stomach's acids. He quickly got his footing, able to feel the squishy bottom of her stomach under his tiny feet for a moment as he was drenched in the liquid. He opened his eyes, still blurry from the alcohol, only to realize the air inside of her stomach was definitely not something he wanted to breathe. Fortunately for him his eyesight had improved over the years to the point where he would be able to see what was going on around him were it not for the acids burning his eyes from his tiny skull.

The squirming slowly ceased as his body broke down. The skin slowly peeled from muscle as he was broken down... His tiny body twitched every so often before he finally died, his spirit leaving him.

"Slow..." Skylar groaned as she watched the popcorn popping in the microwave. It eventually came to the end of it's cycle and she removed the bag from the device before closing it's door. The lights in her apartment were off, the only thing that filled the room with any type of glow was the television across from her new couch. She hopped onto it with her bag of popcorn, grabbing her remote to press the 'Play' button. The VCR made a few mechanical noises as the VHS tape began to play.

'Tracking' the screen said in the corner. Slowly the white fuzz began to disappear leaving a fairly clear image for her to view as she ate her popcorn.

"Ugh... I need to upgrade to DVD..." She complained, pulling a blanket up over her chest as the commercials began to play...