Ophelia's Escape Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by momobutt and maximally

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the echoes of Kali’s rancid flatulence still lingering in the air like a toxic fog. Max’s head throbbed, his senses overwhelmed by the assault of stench and sound. But amidst the chaos, a spark of clarity ignited in his tiny, traumatized mind. He couldn’t let Ophelia suffer alone—not after she’d risked everything to hide him.

Ophelia staggered to her feet, her face pale and her breath ragged. She wiped her streaming eyes with the back of her hand, her fingers trembling. “I… I need to get out of here,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from inhaling Kali’s noxious fumes. She reached into her underwear and carefully plucked Max from the damp crevice of her ass, depositing him onto her shoulder. His entire body was covered in the residual funk of her post-party neglect, but he barely registered it anymore. His mind was racing, piecing together a plan.

“I’ve got an idea,” Max whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of Ophelia’s heartbeat. “We can frame Kali. Make it look like she stole the serum.”

Ophelia froze, her wide green eyes locking onto him. For a moment, she looked like she might faint—or vomit. “H-How?” she stammered, her voice cracking.

Max took a deep breath (immediately regretting it as Ophelia’s lingering musk filled his lungs). “We’ll go to House Minerva,” he said, forcing his voice to stay steady. “You’ll say you were there all night studying for a big test. No one will question it—you’re a freshman, and Minerva’s library is open 24/7.”

Ophelia’s brow furrowed. “But how do we pin it on Kali?”

“Leave that to me,” Max replied, his mind already spinning the threads of deception. “When we get there, you’ll say you saw Kali with the serum last night. And then… I’ll sneak back here tonight and plant it in her room.”

Ophelia’s lips parted in disbelief. “You’re three inches tall,” she hissed. “How are you gonna pull that off without getting caught?”

Max clenched his fists, ignoring the way his fingers stuck together from Ophelia’s sweat. “I’ll figure it out,” he muttered. “First, we need to get you out of here without anyone seeing you. Can you walk?”

Ophelia nodded shakily, though her legs wobbled beneath her. “I-I think so,” she said, her voice thick with the aftermath of Kali’s gas attack.

Max exhaled sharply. “Good. Then we move now.”

“Okay.” Ophelia hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling as she plucked Max from her shoulder. The tiny freshman was still slick with sweat and the remnants of her earlier “hiding spot,” his face a mixture of resignation and grim determination. “Sorry about this,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she carefully maneuvered him back toward the waistband of her skirt. “It’s still the safest place until we get to Minerva. Just... try not to squirm too much, okay?”

Max opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word, Ophelia’s fingers gently pressed him back into the warm, damp crevice between her plump cheeks. The moment he was secured, her body betrayed her nerves once more.

pfffffftttt

A short, sharp fart escaped her, puffing against Max’s already beleaguered form. The sound was muffled by fabric, but the heat and stench were unmistakable—a mix of last night’s pizza and the lingering aftermath of Kali’s noxious assault.

“Ugh, sorry,” Ophelia muttered, wincing. “Nervous stomach.”

Max groaned, his voice muffled by the oppressive surroundings. “Just go.”

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia cracked open her bedroom door and peered into the hallway. The coast was clear—for now. The black-painted corridors of House Juno were eerily quiet, the usual hum of gothic chatter and clinking glassware absent in the late morning lull. Most of the house’s residents were either still sleeping off the party or scattered across campus, leaving only the occasional echo of footsteps or distant laughter to punctuate the silence.

Ophelia crept forward on tiptoe, her platform boots clicking softly against the hardwood. Every creak of the floorboards made her heart leap into her throat. She could hear her own pulse pounding in her ears, each beat a frantic reminder of what would happen if she were caught.

Then, just as she reached the top of the grand staircase, a door swung open down the hall.

Ophelia froze.

Vanessa Sombier—tall, pale, and draped in her usual ensemble of black leather and fishnets—stepped out of her room, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. Her neon green hair was mussed from sleep, and her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she spotted Ophelia.

“Well, well,” Vanessa drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who’s up early. Or is it late for you, Kidd?”

Ophelia’s breath hitched. Vanessa was one of the most ruthless members of Juno, second only to Kali in her disdain for men—and her creativity in tormenting them. If she so much suspected Ophelia was hiding a shrunken boy in her underwear...

“I—uh—just needed some air,” Ophelia stammered, forcing a shaky smile. “Kali kind of... fumigated my room.”

Vanessa’s smirk widened. “Ah. So that’s why the whole wing smells like a sulfur pit.” She took a step closer, her combat boots thudding ominously. “You’re not running away, are you?”

Ophelia’s stomach twisted. Down in her ass crack, Max held his breath, pressing himself as flat as possible against her sweat-slick skin.

“No!” Ophelia squeaked, too quickly. “I just—I have a test today. In Bio. Gotta study.”

Vanessa arched a perfectly penciled eyebrow. “At Minerva?”

Ophelia nodded frantically. “Y-yeah! Veronica’s letting me use the lab. Extra credit.”

For a long, agonizing moment, Vanessa studied her. Then, with a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turned away. “Whatever. Just don’t let Kali catch you sneaking off. You know how she gets about loyalty.”

Ophelia didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted down the stairs before Vanessa could change her mind, her heart hammering against her ribs.

The crisp Southern California air hit Ophelia like a slap as she burst out of House Juno’s heavy front doors. The sun was high, casting the manicured lawns of Ventus University in golden light. Students milled about—jocks from Diana, nerds from Minerva, influencers from Fortuna—all blissfully unaware of the tiny freshman currently wedged in Ophelia’s backside.

She adjusted her skirt self-consciously and set off across campus, walking as fast as she could without drawing attention. Every step jostled Max, the friction of her underwear threatening to rub him raw.

“You okay back there?” she whispered under her breath.

Max’s reply was strained. “Peachy.“

Ophelia winced. “Sorry. Almost there.”

House Minerva loomed ahead, its stately brick facade a stark contrast to Juno’s gothic gloom. The building buzzed with activity—students hustling in and out, arms laden with textbooks and lab equipment. Ophelia hesitated at the foot of the steps, chewing her lip.

Who could she trust?