#one tiny

Is it morning?

It's still dark, but that could just be the blankets. Simon stretches, feeling for the edge of the sheet. It evades him, soft cloth stretching out past his fingertips. Simon grabs it, pulls it down, and is still covered.

Weird.

Whatever. It's not like he can't breathe, even if the air is a bit stuffy. It's probably not morning yet. He hasn't heard his alarm. And it's cozy in here.

Simon yawns, and goes back to sleep.

~

Dawn arrives abruptly.

Simon has never been in an earthquake before, but this sure feels like one. The ground moves beneath him, jolting him into full awakeness. There's light, even under the covers, brighter with every passing second as the ground continues to bump and move.

The earthquake only lasts for a few seconds. Though shaken, Simon is unhurt. He lies there, not knowing what to do.

And then the world moves again. The first quake had been mostly horizontal, but this time the cloth under Simon lifts up, and he tumbles, rolling down an incline that gets steeper and steeper until he is just falling.

Simon lands on something soft that still knocks his breath out of him. It's cloth, and the way it shifts when he tries to move tells him there's nothing underneath. The fabric curves up away from him like an oversized hammock, suspended somewhere above him.

The hammock drops. There's nothing to cling to except for the cloth around him, and Simon grabs handfuls of that as though it'll make any difference. The hammock drops, and Simon drops with it, down, down, down.

Finally, it stops. Not with a jerk, like it had caught on something, but just… the descent slows, and the hammock stops, and opens up a bit. It's still hanging from something, but it's a bit flatter now, where Simon is.

Before he can even catch his breath, though, something gigantic falls out of the sky. It misses him by what he would consider a large margin if the thing wasn't the size of a building, and keeps going. The thing, beige and gigantic and moving far too fast to identify, jostles Simon's hammock as it rushes past. He clings to the fabric and prays that his precarious perch won't be ripped loose from whatever's keeping it suspended above what is clearly an enormous drop.

The skyscraper-sized pillar lands, and is still tall enough to tower over him. Simon starts to sit up, to crane his head back to see how high this thing goes, and another pillar falls past on the other side of the hammock.

Simon looks up, and up, and up. The two pillars are connected, far above him, and at their join hangs something with a familiar shape.

Abruptly, Simon's brain connects the dots, and the realization leaves him reeling.

"No," Simon breathes, unable to believe it, to fully comprehend.

The fabric beneath him starts to move again, going up. Rushing him toward what is, undeniably, a mindblowingly enormous dick and pair of balls.

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