She realizes... it's not a bug.

Natalie draws deep breaths as she comes down from her panic, her gently throbbing horse cock rising and falling in tempo with her lungs. Alright, fuck. I don't feel it crawling on me or anything... Whatever that thing had been, it had scared the shit out of her. Did Ricky have cockroaches in his room? It was too big to have been some random bug. But it hadn't looked dark enough to be a cockroach, either. Natalie steels herself, using her arms to push herself up into a sitting position. Relax, Nat. It's just a bug, you're way bigger than it. Now just to find it...

She looks down at the sheets beneath her, scanning for any creepy-crawlies trying to scurry away. Nothing. Did it fall off the bed? Or... Nervously, Natalie leans forward, glancing down at her body. Her heart leaps again as she spots it, a little thing about an inch long resting at the base of her cock, unmoving. She stares at it, the moments ticking by as she tries to work up the nerve to brush it off of her... but the longer she looks, the more she notices. It almost blends in with her own skin tone - at least that of her groin, not the darker shade of her sheath - and it doesn't have the number of limbs that a bug ought to. It almost looks like a tiny... person? Crazy. You're thinking crazy, Natalie. Her curiosity quickly overwhelms whatever apprehension still remains.

Ricky lets out a yelp as she pinches his legs between two fingers, the world whizzing by for him as she brings him up to eye level. "Holy shit." Her whisper thunders in his ears, a look of sheer astonishment on her face as she examines what is most definitely a tiny man, dangling upside down by his legs. For his part, Ricky feels like he's about to barf. Summoning every last bit of strength in his body, he belts out a cry. "Natalie! Put me down!"

The voice is faint and squeaky, but her surprise is instantaneous. "You can talk!" she blurts out, letting the shock set in for a moment before realizing his request and dropping him into an open palm. "How do you know my name?"

It takes a moment for Ricky to catch his breath again, rubbing his legs as he composes himself. She probably didn't realize how strong she was given their size difference, and being pinched like that left him awfully sore. "Natalie, it's me!" he yells. Seeing the look of confusion on her face, he adds "Ricky! It's me, Ricky!"

"Ricky?" She seems to squint at him for a moment before it dawns on her, and her cheeks flush a bright red. "Oh god, Ricky... you heard... you saw..."