Living with a Giant- 2- Reminiscing
#1 of Macro/Micro
So hi, I made another chapter, and a dare you to read this one as well. That's it, it's a dare, you just screwed yourself by clicking that watchamacallit because now you have to. O.o
Just kidding,
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrreddddeeeeeeeeeer
WET, that's the first thing I feel waking up.
It's kind of bright in the room, due to the partially opened blinds giving it a peaceful appearance. The pillow I'm sleeping on and the little sheet covering me are white, making it look clean-ish. I can hear feral birds chirping a bit outside, making a clear, pleasant sound.
Oh, and did I mention the giant dragon muzzle drooling all over me? (Yeah, by wet you probably thought I meant something perverted, get your mind out of the gutter. (lol) )
Great, put in yet another unbearably uncomfortable spot by Jakil'n. His long snout was pressing me against the pillow he'd insisted I sleep on, (since he said he'd feel bad otherwise) and no matter how hard I tried, I could not push it off. And boy did I want it off. I don't know if you have recognized this, but mouths are really gross; especially if it is as big as Jakil'ns is.
For one thing he had really bad morning breath, and if you think yours is bad, try matching it with Jakil'n, there is probably no comparison to the raw smell coming from his mouth right now. Well that's not true, his ass does smell really bad, I should know. Another thing was that he drools in his sleep. Ugh, I really hope you never have to experience it because it isn't pleasant. At our size difference, his spit feels like disgusting smelling warm gloop that slowly oozes over me and gets stuck in my fur, which means I probably smell as bad as his breath does right now.
And to add on to all of that, he snores. The big, stupid grunting sound makes it impossible to just go back to sleep until he wakes up.
Oh and err, sorry about the long gross explanation, it's just how my mind works.
He exhales another strong gust of foul smelling wind out of his windpipe. I gag at the stench, but then exhale a breath of gratitude once I see that he is waking up. I help him out, by lightly pounding on the scales on top of me, hoping to irritate him into waking up, but I got another big, un-wanted surprise once he lifts his head up off the pillow... and it takes me with it. Eww, the drool must have stuck me to the side of his mouth.
Jakil'n groans stupidly and scratches his belly, taking a few moments to realize that he has a person stuck to his face. But of course, when he does, he's all bright eyes and excitability again.
"Hey buddy, how did you get their," he asks, peeling me from his scales.
"Ugh," I groan, wiping away some of the slime off of my fur, "because you made me sleep on your pillow and rolled over on me, that's why.
He giggles, "oops, should have thought of that, besides, I didn't make you, I just asked-"
"-and pleaded, and made me feel guilty enough to let in," I end for him.
"Sorry," he says, of course making me forgive him immediately. He has to be the only guy his age that could use puppy eyes effectively. I still don't know how he manages it at twenty-seven years old.
After a while, he starts looking at me like he wants to ask something me something, but looks uncomfortable. So, I take the bait.
"What is it?" I ask, lying as far away from him as possible.
"I wanted to ask," he starts," since you are staying at my house and all, and well- no, I'm not going to make you do anything, never mind."
"Just tell me what you want to ask," I sigh.
"Well, if you insist," he smiles, "would you message my feet?"
"What?" I ask simply.
"Would you message my feet?" he repeats, "As you can probably tell, I'm kind of scatterbrained I think. And when I wake up in the mornings, I can't calm back down to go to sleep with all the stuff going around in my head. But for somereason, if my feet are being messaged, I calm down enough to go to sleep. Sooooo, will you message my feet?" he finishes, smiling.
This was getting weird, "Well, what do you do otherwise, do you usually just stay up when you wake up early," I ask.
"Well usually my mate would do that for me. Unless, we both can't sleep, then, well, we don't really need to sleep after that, if you know what I mean," he says, blushing dark behind his scales. Nice as this guy is, I'm surprised he has a mate, but it's a good thing though, he seems like the type of person who needs a companion. This is probably why he made me stay here.
After a while, I grudgingly decide that this is his house after all, and he is letting me stay without asking for anything in return; well, even if he did MAKE me stay. So I might as well do this for him, even though his feet probably smell, and that I'm probably going to regret this. But, I'll do it anyway.
"Fine," I say, after mulling it over for a bit.
"Really?" he asks," do you promise, no going back right?"
"Yes yes, I promise I won't go back," I say.
"Thanks," he says, moving over so I can get past him easily to the foot of the bed.
Now I have two options. See, his feet are tucked under a heavier covering at the end of the bed, separate from the blanket he is covered in. So I could either walk on top of the sheets to that side of the bed, or go under them, and still get where I want, or was asked to go. Usually, I'd walk outside without thinking, since I don't want to get closer to Jakil'n than I have to. But see, he has this big feral gold retriever as a pet, curled up somewhere along Jakil'n's legs. He didn't seem like a mean dog, but I don't want to get mistaken for food or a chew toy, since feral dogs are prone to chewing/eating almost everything smaller than they are. Now I'm not bashing on four-leggers, there are some sentient ones out their. But this one is like the feral cat I have back at home, it doesn't think to our extent, or even talk.
But on the other hand, Jakil'n is still naked from when he was last night. I really don't want to get to know anymore parts of his body than I already have. But thinking about it, I decide that is the way I should go. He may roll on top of me accidentally and pin me with some gross body part of his, but at least this way, I wouldn't get eaten.
I sighed, and crawled under the edge of the blanket. I felt really weird once I got under it though. For one, I was under the covers with a macro, naked dragon. (it's a good thing he isn't a slob) And another thing was that Jakil'n's body heat warmed up the entire inside of the covers. Which made every musky smell coming from his body seemed magnified that much more. I considered turning back right their, but I had promised him, so I might as well see it through. I continue walking along the length of his body, since that will lead me to my destination, and try my best not to look at him; because that would gross me out that much more. I didn't really have much of a problem until I reached near his crotch, since, as you may realize, that is where the smell is the most prominent. Luckily he isn't laying on his side, so I don't have to deal with walking past his stinky butt, or even, his groin, but of course he couldn't help but play a small prank on me. As I past his nether regions, he takes that time to shift sideways a little bit, sandwiching me between the flesh and softer scales on his thigh, and the blankets from the inside, since it's tucked underneath him firmly. I push out at him, hoping he isn't planning on keeping me in their, but he just giggles a bit and lets me keep moving. I'm just glad he hadn't farted when I was trapped their. That would have really sucked; I mean, think about getting a dutch oven from something that much bigger than you. And to tell the truth, I'm really tired of smelling his gas; being forced to sniff a giant's flatulence can NOT be good for the brain.
When I finally get to his ankles, I am pleased to find that there is a small gap between the two blankets. So I take as much time as I can to breathe in some fresh air, since I know that the smell coming from his feet isn't going to be much better than being under the blankets with him. After a small break I start to push against the heavier blanker until I finally get through.
When I did though, I realized I had been right about the smell, even if it was worse than I imagined, but I hadn't bet on the heat. The blanket was so thick, that it heated his feet up enough so that they where sweating now, which would undoubtedly make my task that much more unpleasant due to the retched smell. Luckily for me, their was a small opening in the lump of blanket, so if it got too unbearable, I could just turn my head in it's direction to breathe.
Okay, time to get to work.
I walk over to a large foot which is bigger than even I am when he sits it upright. I try to ignore the smell (which is really hard) and focus instead on doing what I was suppose to do (which isn't all that great either. I grimace as I touch the slimy-feeling underside of his footpaws,(or talons, since he is a dragon. But he doesn't have long weird shaped nails, so I'll just call them footpaws), they feel really gross and weird since he doesn't' have any scales down their, so I'm just feeling his soft under skin. My hands press against the flesh in front of me, molding through the skin and getting the tougher parts of the foot. As I work, Jakil'n sighs contentedly, bet he didn't know I knew how to do this well, I could actually do this without thinking too much, which I really wanted to do. So instead of focusing on the task, I'll focus on why I'm so good at it. I move to the sole of his foot, which unfortunately puts my muzzle right next to his toes, which smell really bad, but thinking about something different helps.
So, like I said, I was the youngest of four brothers (I was the fourth). Each of them liked to pick on me, well, in a brotherly way, but pick on me all the same. Ugh, and their methods of torture really sucked to. I remember them pouring water over my sleeping self, waking me up in a cold splash of-
My concentration was broken here when Jakil'n flexed his toes when they where right in my face, which unleashed a really powerful, really gross odor. I groan, and try to think again.
They also used to pour the previous nights gravy in my shoes before school, knowing that I always put them on at the last minute before leaving, so I had to just deal with it. Now don't get me wrong, I could fight back with pranks of my own, which I must say I was proud of. The only problem was that when I outwitted them, they always where able to get me back by physical means. Being sat upon by a giant dragon is pretty bad, but you have to admit, I did keep my composure, my brothers are the reason why. See, I was sort of the runt, meaning I was free game for my three, well, athletic brothers. I remember one of their favorite means of getting me back was to pin me down, and dangle a string of spit over my face. They liked to wrestle, and could always pin me easily when I was involved. And of course, what is winning a wrestling match with your little brother if you aren't going to mess with hi-
At this point, Jakil'n got so relaxed that he luxuriously stretched out his legs, which found me pushed face-first against his foot and the bottom of the bed. I had to endure what seemed like an eternity with my snout pressed up against the sole of his foot before he eased up. The problem was that he was going to go to sleep, but my fur had tickled him awake again. Looks like I had more messaging to do.
Back to my brothers, the things they used to do to me when they had me pinned. I mean, sure they did normal things one would do, like tickle me or something. But they also did really weird things. Like sometimes they would have one of them hold me down, while another forced my mouth open while another still poured some kind of concoction down my throat. It was a game they played whenever I tricked them to bad. Each time it was a different drink, always mixed with the worse tasting food items you could ever think of.
Here, I moved to Jakil'n's other foot, and grimaces as soon as I came in contact with it. This one must have been tucked under more because it had a thick film of sweat coating it. Again, I got to work, pushing at the little well, big muscles on the arch of his foot. I sigh; it was times like this when I missed the brotherly torment I got back at home.
But not all of it; their where quite a few things they did to me which would that I could really do without. Like sometimes when they had me pinned yet again, they would shove their butt in my face and fart on me. That seemed to be my second oldest brother's favorite means of torture. He just loved to hold me down and blow farts on me all the time. And he didn't just plain 'oll fart torture me either. Nope, he liked to experiment around with me. Like putting me in different positions to see which was worse, or eating different foods to see how my expressions of disgust would change. The thing was, I knew when it was coming, and that only made it worse because I couldn't stop it. See, we slept in the same room, which means I was the prime target for his after-dinner gas attacks. Seeing as my youngest older brother slept with my oldest brother for some reason. So, every time mom would fix a new kind of food, or a particularly spicy or meaty dish. I would always look over to him and see flash that mischievous smile which told me exactly what was coming. Then of course, after we where sent to bed after supper, he would tackle me to my bed, set his ankles on my wrists and blow his flatulence directly in my face. And he was a really gassy wolf too, so it usually took a while for him to get gassed out before I was finally able to get some sleep.
I was once again disturbed when Jakil'n blew out a loud fart of his own. He must be getting close to sleep, as I could tell from the muscles on his feet relaxing more.
The reason I was so good at foot messages was also because of my brothers. I had actually learned at a young age, but my brothers kind of sharpened that talent. See, when we where little, I accidentally broke my eldest brother's favorite toy, and, well, you could imagine the crap I got for it. So I decided to try to make up, by giving him a foot message. Well, he liked it so much that he forgave me, but now my brother's keep trying to con me into messaging their feet. (and not all of them where exactly well groomed, blech). Well, they usually got me to do it by making ridiculous bets in my favor, and well, winning somehow. So I spent a lot of time grumbling to myself while pawing soothingly at my brother's foot-pads.
Which is why Jakil'n got back to sleep so fast. Unfortunately, when he did fall asleep, he kind of rolled his feet over too where the sides of then had me crushed against the bed. At first I don't worry as much, seeing that if I took enough time, I could probably push off/slide under his paws into the clean air. But at that point, the dog had decided to shift over and, well... right on top of the dragon's ankles. Needless to say, I wasn't getting out from under them too soon. And it was only then when I realized how awful it was down here. When Jakil'n moved, the little opening for air was covered up, which left me cooking in the trapped stink of his feet; which where right above me by the way, so I had to smell them up close and even more personal than earlier. Fortunately, their was a big enough gap that I didn't feel claustrophobic, but nevertheless I was still being (painlessly) smushed against the soft covers, which had also absorbed the smell of the dragon's stinking feet-paws. I tried to distract myself once more by ending my mental essay on my brothers.
See, the thing was, that they where all really loving siblings to hang around with. They never scorned me when I cried (if I had a reason) and when I did, or if they saw that I was sad or distressed, they would always be ready to embrace me, and ease up on their games for a while, at least until I was feeling better. And of course being the good older brother's they where they protected me, even from myself at times. Once they saw a big tiger grabbing me by the scruff of my neck in the hallway once. The guy was down before you could say "oh shit!" And after that, someone kept taunting me about being needed to be protected later, and I admitted to my older brother that I was probably going to fight him in my last period. When he heard that, he promptly pushed me in his locker, gave me a little snack leftover from lunch, and promised to let me out next period. At the time I was furious, but later I realized he was just making sure I didn't do anything to get into trouble.
I never got to dislike my brothers though. Even through there taunts and prods, they where too likeable. And I really think that they only picked on me because they loved me. So I really guess that every time they gave me a swirly, or farted on me; they where really saying, "Hay, this is MY little brother, and no one messes with him but me got it?" They still do stuff like that to me sometimes, even at my age, but not as often. But that's only because we didn't live with each other anymore probably. Hmmm, I wonder what their up to now?
I decided to go to sleep after that, which wasn't really as hard as I thought it would be.
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Awwwww, don't you like how I put the sentimentality in my weird-ass story? See he misses his older brothers, *sniffle sniffle*.
Sorry for those who wanted more macro interaction though, I'll be sure to put lots more in my next chapter, but I don't know if I'll write another one of this right away though.
I don't know, what do you think I should write next? I mean, I <3 suggestions, but here are some I thought up:
-the story I started about the raccoon and that big guy earlier
-a mind control story, where some guy slowly turns another guy into his pet/slave/companion thing
-that farm story I talked about in my last one
-A straight up, musk torture story.
-or another one of this
So which one would you like to see written? You can always think up an idea of your own if you don't feel like taking all that time to write it down yourself. Because I'm not claiming to be a good author or nothing, the difference is I just have more time on my paws.