This absolutely rocks, La Planète Sauvage was, like, my inteoduction to French media my second day of moving to France

I think your style is awesome with them, would praise seeing more of you’d thought about it
👉👈💙

#sizesky #bluesize
@sy-170.bsky.social this is awesome!
(My every fiber is saying ‘fantastic’ would be too on the nose)

Thank you @borrower.bsky.social for sharing this with me, ah!

These giant blue aliens my beloved 💙

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(4/4)
She’s bouncing on him—tips her head for a kiss, panting wine-heavy breath across his face.
The neighbor—who kissed her under the mistletoe—slides down her tongue with spit, past his lips.
She’s passed between them as this woman holds her husband’s jaw—doesn’t let him breathe until he swallows.

(3/4)
Their lovemaking is brutal—each thrust smears them against her walls
He pulls out, cool air rushing past as he withdraws, slipping against the pulse of her heartbeat toward her swollen opening
She rolls on top, dropping her hips, sliding him back in—wants no light left for the tiny to cling to

(2/4)
He worked through the whole party—she’s saved him dessert
Cold from the car—hands trace her thighs—he pulls his wife close
She gasps, smiling—hadn’t bothered fingering the tiny back down lately
No matter how far they got her husband enters her—she groans as they’re shoved deeper under his cock

I was thinking the same thing, sweating bullets, not only for you to pass these tests, but that they’re even being conducted correctly

(2/12)
On a sugar throne the Mouse Queen stretches—waking from a nap—her whiskers tremble with amusement as she looks you both over
“Living sweets… a stiff-jointed soldier girl? A warm-blooded morsel? What a delicious contrast~”
Your companion readies her blade, determined as a toy trying to be real

(6/12)
The Queen eyes you, cheeks full as she chews and crumbs spill as she blows you a warm, cinnamon-scented kiss and gives a lazy wink. Her fingers reach for you—
and the nutcracker girl jolts upright, joints popping as she pivots to block the way, sword lifted despite the shake in her limbs.

lol, I’m actually expanding this one (and not just saying it this time, actually gonna write it)

I really am hooked on some nutcracker inspo vibes rn 🧚

As always, you are much too kind 🙏

(2/16)
The couple gasps as their lips part and huddle at the floor of the party. They’re quickly tucked between waxy fingers—the scent of berries radiates as they’re held close to their captor’s chest.
They aren’t the first she’s taken tonight—she glides to a hidden nook, eyes glowing with mischief.

(14/16)
When he pulls out, a mistletoe dryad grins—and drops a tiny into her gape
The woman gasps but doesn’t stop
He thrusts back in, burying the guest between them
Her hips roll
Her head tilts
She clenches, gripping him—and the guest who she just served in her home—claiming them and her lover deep

*hits you with the bat that puts tiny in your brain—who are also still bigger than you(?)*
🧚😏🫵

(13/16)
They begin to fuck, slow and aching.
And the fae slip in unnoticed.
One nestles a guest into the man’s palm with sap before he presses it back against his partner’s thigh, cups her breast, slips his thumb into her mouth.
Tiny moans echo between their own.
They move as if bewitched.

(3/16)
She arrives where others like her have gathered
Holly dryads wait in their curling leaves—green-limbed and berry-bright, their kisses stain red where they press into skin
They purr as they cradle other shrunken guests between their own lips and coo low as the mistletoe dryad offers new prizes