You’ve arrived at Leviathan’s Throat aboard the Drakengard’s flagship, the Kobold Kreuzer.  A series of toony events regarding your own form being battered by doors, paws, and a helpful cat, Naoki, have left you flattened. The rest of the crew presumed you fell overboard, but Naoki retrieved and attempted to restore your sheet-like self back into its full three dimensions. But he’ll require the tools he has at his alchemy shop to restore you and is sneaking you past customs in order to avoid dealing with the protocols of the port. You’ve since been coiled up like a scroll and have your own tail used to bind you trapped, and you are currently inserted into Naoki’s back pocket.

Welcome to the Pearlescent Port.

It’s hot... It’s tight... Its’ dark… Everything rubs against everything in here. Your own breath fills up the tiny gaps of space between your own face and head, and the exhalation forces your flimsy folds to expand. Then you inhale and your entire face shrivels inward, causing the edges of your rolled up form to press together like lips. Your breath goes tense and your body squeezes against itself while your suction shrinks you inward from vacuum pressure. Each cycle of breath feels like a long ritual of moist air rushing in and out along your entire flattened figure, and it always ends in a tiny puff of steam wafting out from the back pocket of your captor’s slacks.
 
“It’s just a little walk away down the block, m’kay~?” Naoki’s smooth, chipper voice purrs. The vibrations of his voice travel along his frame and pass into your body. The sensation of hearing and feeling his voice resonates in your ears. They catch in the spiral folds of your small shape and they impart a simple feeling onto you: smallness.

“Master Lazlo will be delighted to meet and treat you!” He cheerily suggests, then you feel his clawless paws poke at your bulging edges which stick out of his tight pocket. The smooth, warm touch of his paw pads grip under your edges and the tops of his furry fingertips brush and tickle your folds. He waggles his thin fingers slithering betwixt your layers and then squeezes and tugs. The pressure builds beween each appendage and you feel tickling pinches against your hands, feet, waist, chest, and cheek!

Then you feel first a pressure entirely on your exposed end before the squeezing draws from you a reflexive huff of steam onto his fingertips. A tightening sensation builds along the center of your body from your head to your groin when being stretched out! Within the pocket’s bottom your pinched and squashed end remains in place and Naoki’s grip keeps tugging, causing you to elongate!

“H-hey, c’mon and get away from there!” Naoki jokes, then grips you by your mid-section using his free hand to yank! Your face squelches at the center of your coiled figure and you feel a heat and pressure suddenly blast from Naoki’s knuckling grip. Your body squishes warmer and then stretches out another six inches until finally releasing its grip on the bottom of Naoki’s pocket.

The tension and pressure builds across your form while Naoki struggles, his body straining pitifully to withdraw you. Underneath Naoki’s smothered gasps the sound of thudding against stonework fastly approached. Leather sandal against sandy brick tops scrape closer followed by a secondary gasp.

“AGK!” Naoki squeals and releases his grips on you! Everything spins and the back pocket goes tighter, pressing your lower half flattened thinner! Suddenly a larger, furry, and clawed hand clenches you tightly and you feel their pointy claws dig against your toes! With a swift yank your bottom half slips out from the back pocket and you hear Naoki puff and hit a grassy ground. “Pff-OW!!” 

“Thanks!” A raspy, feminine voice taunts in reply and you feel the hand gripping you swing upward and wave you like a toy. Your rolled end bulges at its bends and bounces back and forth whilst your flattened end slowly peels away and separates back into a thin spiral shape. Air rushes in from both sides and you feel the chill of the night grasp your figure and feel the tightening, hot grip on your mid-section. Their leather sandals slap the road loudly and wind gusts along your figure, further instilling a frigid grasp that reaches its way to your face!

“GUARDS!!! THIEF!!” Naoki cries aloud, the shape of his pout coming through in his voice. The sound of a distant whistle and then three more replying shouts reaches your coiled ears.

“Awwhh, SNITCH!!” Your new abductor cries out in frustration. Wind rushes downwards against your form before you slap squashed between grassy tendrils and your captor’s palm!

Squuuiiiiisshhhh. For one brief second all of their weight crashes forward into their palm onto you, then you hear their sandals scrape. You groan into the back of your head and their furred knuckles, and go unheard. They shove their weight forward and their thumb uncurls, brushing along the center of your coiled form and running a groove into it.

FWOOSH! You feel the grass and dirt cling to your side before their grasp takes you for a loosened ride upward! Your feet and legs unfurl, catching more wind and growing colder during the journey upward! Your body spins in your captor’s loose grip and more of you unrolls until their fingers clutch and their thumb presses into your chest!

Fwump! Your coiled head get smashed on the corner edge of a hard, ruffled surface, and then your legs, tail, and back slap against a brick wall. A squeaky gasp rushes out from your mouth and splashes into your crumpled body, between it and two unforgivably hard surfaces. Swiftly following the slap are two grainy sandal soles slamming into your flat belly!

CHIFF! They clap you pinned against a corner and wall, then the two sandals grind and slide down your abdomens, then along your legs and tail. As they skate down the weight against your frame squeezes your own mass displacing to fill the mortar’s pattern. The image of your own figure textured like brickwork from the chest down quickly paints into your mind as if smeared onto a black canvas and revealed by a brush stroke, and two sandals are the paintbrush. 

Shwf! Furry toes and claws tilt at the tops of your ankles and then kick off of you and the wall! Fwoosh~ Your hips and legs flash colder and stiffen! You feel and hear your shoes and pant bottoms slipping past your toes and drift in the air! 

The hand holding your face pinned and crumpled to the corner’s edge hefts all of the captor’s weight and you hear her growling voice when her chest presses into your head. Once she’s over the edge she yanks you upwards over the corner’s edge. The gesture causes your body to further stretch out between her grip and the wall before snapping free and fluttering in the wind of the night.

You are an aching sheet flapping in the wind, you drift from your captor’s grip and flutter long like a flag. The gusts bat your body in waves and you feel your own toes and tail whipping your rear and thighs with every lap. When the wind brushes the soles of your feet against your rear you feel the merciful catch of your undergarment’s fabric. The stinging scrapes and brick textures on your belly and thighs begin alleviating with each shake of your figure, and within several seconds the markings and aches largely fade. What remains most prominent is the whipping cold wind that your body has become one with, and the hot, crushing grip against your face. Every finger tightens and curls in frustration and you hear an angry growl from your captor.

“Up there!! They stole my-uhh...HELP!!” Naoki squeal, his voice a smothered distance away from you. You hear another whistle and a second round of shouts drawn nearer. The fist gripping you tugs forward and your body from the chest down tightens before whipping in the air!

“GOOD LUCK!!” Your captor hisses them luck and dashes away in wide leaps and bounds! You travel like a snake in the wind, lead by the face!

Wop! Whop! Whap! Wap! Whop! Stones batter your body and you catch them in soft, curving divots! Their impacts paint your flimsy image in your mind in tiny, growing splashes. You feel the smooth, polished stones rubbing and gliding down the textures of your form, and then you hear them loudly bounce and rain from the roof down onto grassy ground.

“You ain’t no magic scroll…” Your captor sighs and you feel her free hand grip you by the chest. Her grasp pulls your dangling arms and tails into the grip. While she runs she pulls until your wrists and tail tip are at her fingertips, and then she brings your ankles into that grip. 

Fwip! Your dimple-wadded head drops free and the hot grip surrounding you gives way to cold wind for a few seconds. In that time of flapping and bouncing you catch a glimpse of your captor:

A muscular blue-black furred feminine cat with purple eyes and flesh. She snarls and gazes forward with a fierce determination and her body twitches with anticipation. Beneath her peach pink shirt collar is a cherry pink ascot which fluffs out across her flat chest and gives it volume. Her red-brown short-sleeve shirt tucks into a pink sash with a purple gem in the center. The sash pins down a pleated cherry pink skirt which drifts down to above her knees. Her muscular legs are bare, and on her thick paws she wears cherry-pink soled leather sandals with purple straps on her heels and toes. She stomps with aggression and her thick tail flicks with tension every other second!

You prepare to speak then see tense claws raking for your face and your voice is now a silent puff of air against her palm! Quickly your head is added to the twisted, tight grip alongside all your limbs, and you feel your own torso flop around like some fabric bag! Fingers tickle and prod at your feet, hands, and ears, and they tug your limbs down. Your ears and eyes pop free from her grip and you feel your mouth smothered against your soles. You look out just beyond your flat toes and fingertips and see a blue tiled roof beneath you, and a 40 foot drop. There’s a large brick avenue below you and several guards by streetlamp with slingshots being loaded. They take aim and you feel a rush of wind pull your ears towards your captor’s free palm!

“FIRE!” The guards below shout and loose their stones, and your captor looses a spell of wind magic from her palm as she leaps! 

FWOOSHWMP! A howling gust blasts from thrusting claws directly into your belly and chest! Like a hot-air balloon your entire torso stretches out from the buffeting winds! Your captor’s grip and weight stretches your limbs out and she sinks down. Your world goes furry and blurry, then black when her grip envelopes your head! 

You continue to stretch for several more seconds and feel your body heat up from the friction of stretching! There’s wind blasting your back during the ascension and slowly it fades away, then you go slack…

Fwump! Your captor lands on a new surface and your stretched form shrinks back into a manageable size! Your world is blind still, smothered against your soles and palms. You feel your limbs curling inward towards your belly, then your ears and toes tickle your abs. Your captor chuckles and deftly folds your limbs curling against your chest and stomach! Your nape and rear are roughly gripped, then folded in half to mangle your limbs trapped in your own flesh! 

THUD! Your captor jumps down from a height and you feel their fingers squeeze and pinch the edges of your folds! You gasp, and you spherical form swells with steam trapped around your face. You inhale and you shrivel, then feel the fingers move around your form and pinch all creases and folds smeared shut. 

“You ain’t worth the trouble, deadweight!” Your captor growls and toss you overhead. You brush her whiskers and ears, feeling them tickle your back, the side of your waist, and rump: the only things exposed to the air.  You hear her grunt and leap away, cracking tiles whilst you’re hurtle through unseen wind and air.

The sound of guards chasing after her fades away from you and wind caresses you from below until – Smack! You squish rump first into a wavy clay tile and feel your own chest and lap fold tighter and squash your head between it. Your own feet and hands squelch out thinner and smother your face and belly, trapped in the cage of yourself. 

Then you roll and your body leaps off the tile and flies to helplessly bounce onto the next with progressively less force and increasing speed until...

FWOOSH – you feel your velocity picking up and you spin wildly in the air until a chaotic crashing noise surrounds you! You feel hundreds of waxy, paper thin shapes brush against your crashing, spherical shape. Your round sides slam into and get poked by hard, fibrous stems that quickly snap! 

Crack! Rustle! You fall and plummet through a bush after it cushions your fall, then you roll from its branches out against a brick wall. SPLAP—Rustle. The hard surface bounces you upward and you feel a canopy slap you back into place, then settled branches poke at your rump and hold you in place.

You feel yourself come to a stop and you sit on your rear with stiff branches poking it. You’re curled forward against a hard, brick wall and feel the nape of your neck pressing into its foundation. The bush canopy above you rustles with the cold wind and its leaves caress your mid-back. You yelp and your voice lets steam out into our center, making everything feel warmer. You struggle and writhe, but feel only how your spherical body twitches in its new throne, and how your struggle causes the bush’s fibrous fingers to tickle your rear end.

Beyond the harsh wall you feel the hum of distant music. There’s a cacophonous cheer from a crowd, many kinds of folks yelling and laughing. You hear a clatter of cutlery bang against wood, followed by an angry jeer, and you realize you’re beside a tavern. The wind taunts your tiny figure and you quiver, presumably unseen in a tiny bush as a helpless ball of flesh...