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Micros weren’t usually allowed to live with normal humans, but she’d wanted so desperately to see how the other half lived, even if it was only for the summer...

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Lyra screamed and screamed until her lungs were raw, yet the high pressure of the shower pelting onto the porcelain tile effortlessly drowned out her pathetic squeaking. Micros weren’t usually allowed to live with normal humans, but she’d wanted so desperately to see how the other half lived, even if it was only for the summer.

It had been disaster after disaster since Lyra moved in with Jess, each new accident proving her parents right. She’d been reluctant to head back home, though, tail tucked between her legs. However, this was the last straw. Lyra couldn’t take living like this anymore.

The other mishaps had been scary, but this one took the cake. The micro had been thrown headfirst into the laundry basket, tangled in some undies that Jess would later use to lounge around the house.

How long had she been here? Without food or sterile water? Time blurs together as Lyra wonders if Jess even bothered to look for her. Since she’d arrived, the bigger girl treated her more as a nuisance than a person.

For once, she was glad for her roommate's generous rear end; the narrow space was the only thing keeping her from floating down the drain, never to be seen again. It's a sickening thought, lost and helpless amid this bitches dirty shower water.

The entire shower is a sauna, making Lyra’s body staggeringly hot. She feels nauseous but knows she can’t pass out. To have any hope of being rescued, she needed to fight with everything at her disposal.

Lyra shrieks as two soapy hands come alongside Jess’ enormous cheeks, scrubbing them clean. Common sense dictates she doesn’t have long. Carefully, she crawls down, trying to race to the only place she knows might save her life, Jessie’s puckered star. It's intimidating, but Lyra knows it's the only way to avoid being scrubbed away like the rest of the dirt and the grime. With a deep and regretful breath, she took the plunge as oblivious fingertips approached, seeking to scrub her into oblivion.

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Micros weren’t usually allowed to live with normal humans, but she’d wanted so desperately to see how the other half lived, even if it was only for the summer...

[Part Two]

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Text transcription below:

Lyra screamed and screamed until her lungs were raw, yet the high pressure of the shower pelting onto the porcelain tile effortlessly drowned out her pathetic squeaking. Micros weren’t usually allowed to live with normal humans, but she’d wanted so desperately to see how the other half lived, even if it was only for the summer.

It had been disaster after disaster since Lyra moved in with Jess, each new accident proving her parents right. She’d been reluctant to head back home, though, tail tucked between her legs. However, this was the last straw. Lyra couldn’t take living like this anymore.

The other mishaps had been scary, but this one took the cake. The micro had been thrown headfirst into the laundry basket, tangled in some undies that Jess would later use to lounge around the house.

How long had she been here? Without food or sterile water? Time blurs together as Lyra wonders if Jess even bothered to look for her. Since she’d arrived, the bigger girl treated her more as a nuisance than a person.

For once, she was glad for her roommate's generous rear end; the narrow space was the only thing keeping her from floating down the drain, never to be seen again. It's a sickening thought, lost and helpless amid this bitches dirty shower water.

The entire shower is a sauna, making Lyra’s body staggeringly hot. She feels nauseous but knows she can’t pass out. To have any hope of being rescued, she needed to fight with everything at her disposal.

Lyra shrieks as two soapy hands come alongside Jess’ enormous cheeks, scrubbing them clean. Common sense dictates she doesn’t have long. Carefully, she crawls down, trying to race to the only place she knows might save her life, Jessie’s puckered star. It's intimidating, but Lyra knows it's the only way to avoid being scrubbed away like the rest of the dirt and the grime. With a deep and regretful breath, she took the plunge as oblivious fingertips approached, seeking to scrub her into oblivion.