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"Hey Ken, you ready yet? You're up after Yvette tonight, remember?" That was Eddy, making sure to remind me of the same thing for about the fifth time in ten minutes. He was a good guy, but he was always a bundle of nerves. You would think he would not be wound up so tightly about running the show in a strip club, but that is just the way he was. Granted, it was also a strip club that dealt in rare strippers and had a pretty good reputation to maintain, as good a reputation as a strip joint could get at least. And by rare, I meant rare colorations and species.

The stripper I was following, Yvette, was a unicorn, rare enough that most people still thought they were a myth. There was Tim, a black furred tiger, one of only two that were strippers on the planet. We had an eastern dragon named Xun who really knew how to work a poll with that twisty body of his. Then we had Gloria, which was not her real name, but hellhounds normally did give out their real names. Apparently, getting their real name uttered three times sent them back to hell or something like that. She may have been a demon, but people still seemed to like her fire red fur and her impressive set of ram-like horns added an exotic touch to her. There was also a cobra type naga, Rose, that may not have had any legs, but she more than made up for that with her six arms.

Finally, there was me. My real name was Ken, but they called me Ebony and Ivory on stage. That was because I was a white furred panther that happened to have a black cock. The white fur made me rare enough, but the ebony member was the real clincher that got me my job here. Honestly, I did not really want to known as that panther with the black cock, but that was just the way things worked out. After getting out into the real world I found that things were a lot more expensive than I had anticipated and stripping was the only job available to me that paid enough for me to make an honest living.

There just were not many jobs available to people like me or the other strippers working in this club. Besides our rare colorations and species types, we were also all macros. Gloria was shortest of us and she was over 200-feet tall. Rose was probably the largest even though she normally kept herself eyelevel with Gloria, but that body of hers stretched out a lot longer than that. But, if you did not count Gloria's body length, then I was actually the tallest macro in the club at about 250-feet in height. Sure, there were plenty of things I probably could have done for a job, but there was a lot of prejudice out there against macros and it was unfortunate that a lot of it was justified.

While macros were not invincible we were not nearly as vulnerable as micros were. We all had one weakness and that was the only way to hurt us and that weakness was unique to each macro. Some weaknesses were easier to exploit than others. For instance, there was one macro that had been vulnerable to salt of all things. Me, I had a weak spot behind my left ear. Granted, it would still take some high powered weaponry to penetrate a skull as thick as mine, but it could be done. When you have someone that is over 200-feet tall and no one knows his weakness, things can get bad sometimes. The urge to go on little rampages is there for every macro and when you know nobody knows how to hurt you that urge can get very strong in some individuals. They do have other macros around to restrain those macros, but a macro can do some serious damage before he finally gets brought down.

I have to admit I have fantasized about going on a rampage myself more than a few times, but I restrain myself pretty well. If no one knew about my weakness I sometimes wonder whether I would have been able to restrain myself so well. Xun, Gloria, and Rose certainly seemed to be able to deal with their urges well enough despite no one knowing their weaknesses. Then again, Xun was the nicest macro I had ever met while. Gloria and Rose did not exactly help the image of macros though. While they did not rampage, they did get away with murder on a smaller scale. Gloria was basically a demon, so it should have been common sense for micros to avoid her, I certainly did. When a micro found him or herself alone with Gloria and was never seen again the micros really only had themselves to blame. As for Rose, she had a thing for willing prey. While there were some fans that sometimes had fantasies about being eaten by a macro, they normally liked to keep that a fantasy. But, Rose had especially strong pheromones when she was aroused. While the scent of her pheromones were not enough to make a micro her slave, it could produce an effect very similar to intoxication and then they could do some very stupid things, like agreeing to being eaten by a giant snake. Sure it was illegal, but the officials tended to look the other way for small scale stuff like that rather than attempt to deal with a macro they did not know the weakness for.

There was also the problem of accidents happening. No matter how hard we macros tried, when we worked around micros mishaps were bound to happen. I remember the time one customer had disappeared and we found out later that the little idiot had hidden in one of Yvette's salads. That one had been caught on the security cameras and the unicorn, already not a meat eater, had vomited upon watching herself devour one of her fans. Tim had been different upon finding out he had a fan of his in his mouth one time. He had been eating a sandwich and somehow a couple of micros had managed to get into it. The tiger had actually found them in there while he was midway through the sandwich, but the micros had been deer, a favorite prey species of tigers, and the temptation had been too great for the tiger. He felt guilty for eating them afterwards, but the natural prey of a macro should really avoid that type of macro. I have had a couple of accidents myself. Those both involved micros sneaking backstage to try and get peaks at us macros and I had not noticed them on the floor, at least not until I felt the little crunches beneath my paws. It was not that bad an experience to me since it really was their fault and I found it was actually a lot like how micros described stepping on bugs.

I tried to remember to look down for trespassers now, but I could not look down all the time. Like right now for instance, I was inspecting my outfit in the mirror. There was a western theme for the night and Eddy had us all dressed up as cowboys and cowgirls, with the outfits all smutted up and all. Pretty much all I had on were the hat, the vest, some ass-less pants, and what was pretty much a g-string that could not fully contain my member. Even though I would not be wearing the stuff for long I still liked to make sure I looked good before heading out for the night.

"Hey Ken, you're up," Eddy warned me.

"Fine, I'll be right there," I said to him. Then I walked out of the dressing room that we all had to share, not feeling any little crunches beneath my paws as I did so this time. Once I arrived at the curtains I waited for the announcer to introduce me and then I made my entrance. While there was a section for macros in the club there were none there tonight. There were not many macros I knew about that had money to waste at a strip club. We mostly catered to micros anyways and there were plenty of them. That was one of the reasons why we did not really have a stage, just a roped of section of the floor with a pole that was dangerously close to the micros. While there was a no touching rule, people still liked the illusion of being able to reach out for the strippers, but if I made a misstep I was probably going to crush a good number of our customers.

I had not made a mistake so far, though, and I did not plan on making one tonight either. It was not like there was much of a chance of that happening either. The dance routine I had planned for the night was fairly standard to me. I moved around the enclosed area that served as my stage, teasingly pretending to take off my pants for a little while, listening to the calls of 'take them off' and waiting for them to get numerous and loud enough for me to do so. Until then I just gave the crowd a taste of what they would get, flashing my rump at the various people gathered about.

My gaze swept over the crowd and I occasionally let it briefly linger on certain spots. I had learned that many micros like to think I was stopping to look just at them. Really, I was not paying much attention to individual faces. I liked to gauge the crowd reaction to my routine, but I never really saw any micro that sparked my interest enough to make me concentrate on it. However, there were always exceptions and tonight was definitely an exception as my eyes locked directly onto a micro, a human, that I recognized.

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I could not believe my friends had managed to talk me into coming to a strip club. It normally just was not the type of thing I did. But, it was a Saturday night and they wanted to do something fun. When they found out I had never been to a strip club before they just had to get me to go. Since we were also a fairly mixed group of straights and gays this place, The Big Bang they called it, seemed like it had a little for everyone. Some nights they did only have their female strippers and some nights were exclusively male, but most nights were mixed here.

My friends had somehow managed to get us front row seats for the show too. That was quite the accomplishment considering how many people actually visited this club on a nightly basis. It also seemed a little dangerous to me to have to sit so close to the macros as they performed. If I had not grown up in a town with macros living there too I probably would have panicked. People still found it hard to believe that I had grown up around macros. I was from a small town and we actually had a few of them living in town. Most macros actually came from and raised their families in small towns. They just came to cities for a few years of their life, normally when they were most likely to rampage. As far as I could tell, macros did not like messing up their own hometowns and preferred destroying nice big targets.

Still, when the night started out with that dragon it was at least a little intimidating having those large clawed paws of his moving around just a couple of feet away from me at some points. I did enjoy the sight though. Those eastern dragons always managed to pull off that wise and timeless look and I was surprised this one was able to do so while looking so sexy at the same time. He was thin and lean as his species was wont to be. He managed to take advantage of that and move around in such sensual means that it left the audience mesmerized. It was actually so beautiful to me that it was hard to believe I was witnessing smut as the dragon stripped down. Thin and lean he may have been, but he was still a macro and the power in his form was easy enough for everyone to see. Muscles rippled with unimaginable power and a shaft big enough to crush a man with eventually made an appearance from within his slit. It made me blush that the dragon actually was giving me an erection and I tried to hide the fact from my friends before they could laugh at me.

The next up had been that unicorn. I had pictured unicorns as being more lithe graceful creatures, but this unicorn looked like she had a bit of draft horse in her lineage. That might have been because she was following up the eastern dragon and just about anyone would have looked heavily built next to him. But, the unicorn still had a certain feminine grace to her and she also had boobs that were gigantic even for a macro. I jokingly thought that her more powerful form was meant just to support those mountains of flesh on her chest. There were a lot of people in the room that were definitely disappointed that she never swung her breasts over the crowd low enough for them to touch them. I had heard the female macros used to let people touch their breasts, but to many people had crawled into their cleavage without them noticing, usually resulting in crushed micros. Now only the seeder strip clubs let that happen while the ones that liked keeping their clientele made rules against it. In strip clubs like this micros had to pre pay for every macro stripper they wanted to see to avoid any such accidents keeping them from getting paid. And it tended to be kind of difficult for macros to pick up micro sized pieces of currency.

It was a nice show, but I really was not much into the ladies. The next stripper to walk onto the stage definitely took me by surprise. He was introduced as Ebony and Ivory, making me think there was going to be two performers at first. Then a white panther that I remembered very well came waltzing out onto the stage dressed up in a black leather cowboy outfit. That firm athletic build, those bright emerald eyes, his cute wide pink padded paws, everything about him was just like I remembered, maybe even better than I had last seen. That panther was most definitely Ken. He was from my hometown and I had had a crush on him since I was in high school and I had not seen him since graduating from college. To think, he had been working in a strip club less than 20 minutes away from where I worked simply astounded me.

I would have killed to see what I was seeing now back then as Ken danced around in front of me. Powerful muscles that could have been used to tear a city apart rippled hypnotically in front of me as he moved with that natural grace that very much suited a feline. He turned around, presenting a very good look at his firm rear to me. As he teased about taking off his pants I got an instant raging erection just thinking about getting a look at his member for the first time. He looked around the room, briefly halting on certain spots, but not really indicating that he was concentrating on any particular face as far as I could tell. Then his gaze fell upon me and I could swear I saw a hint of surprised recognition. He schooled his expression well, though, and I do not think anyone even noticed his surprise except for me and it was only years worth of observing the panther that let me do that.

Ken's gaze eventually moved on and that left me feeling more saddened than I thought it should have. Having Ken stare at me like he had while he was doing what he was doing had certainly left my heart racing and while I still enjoyed the sight, it just was not the same now. While he had been looking at me it had been like he was doing this for me at that very moment. Now it seemed just a little less special, but I could not tear my eyes off of the panther. Apparently, my friends noticed and snickered as they asked, "Hey Wes, what's up? Found your new boyfriend?"

That question finally made me look down and blush fiercely in embarrassment. It took a second for me to stammer a response, "I, uh, I do know that guy."

"Yeah right," another one of my friends said.

"Really, his name's Ken. We're from the same town. Used to be friends," I said, but I could tell my friends still did not believe me. It did not matter. They just teased me a bit, but I could tolerate that, especially while I had Ken to distract me from the teasing.

Ken messed with the crowd by taking off the vest and the hat first. While the vest had not concealed much, it was still nice to have an unimpeded view of his well defined abs and powerful chest. Just the sight of that alone would have been enough to fuel a few dreams for me, but when his pants finally did start to come off I felt the heat of anticipation rising in my body. And then Ken's gaze locked onto me once again and this time it did not leave me as his pants fell to the ground. He even gave me a playful wink as he did so.

My legs felt like rubber as Ken's gaze bored into me. I could not believe he was doing that for me. While I had fantasized about being more than friends with him on multiple occasions I had never really thought he would strip for me. At the end of the day he was still a macro and macros scrapped micros off the bottom of their paws. They did not have relations with micros, not unless they were going on a rampage and that resulted in micros becoming little red stains. But, there Ken was, staring at me with an alluring smile as he slid his pants off.

For the first time ever I was able to see his sheath. He was still wearing that slightly too small g-string, but it did nothing to contain his huge furry orbs. My eyes widened in surprise at what I was seeing. He was even more well endowed than I had dreamed he was. Thick heavy orbs bulged out of that little piece of cloth that passed for an undergarment. I thought I smelled a faint whiff of masculine pheromones wafting from those titanic orbs, either one of which was far larger than I was. The roaring of the crowd was completely lost on me as I stared at those vast fury orbs and I worried about making a mess in my pants.

I was not able to start getting control over myself again until I noticed Ken had stopped staring at me. The panther was once again playing to the crowd. He was showing off his manhood now. He had the smug smile of a macro that knew his manhood was not only larger than anyone else's in the room, probably even after accounting for the difference in body size. He would probably be able to crush a few people if he were to try and teabag them. Ken seemed to take his cue from the hooting and hollering as he started dancing around once more and working the pole that I was still surprised could support the weight of a macro.

He was able to ignore the calls to remove his underwear for a while, only teasing at removing them every once and a while. Ken did not seem to want to move on until the crowd was worked up enough. I would have liked to be one of the people screaming along with all the others, but I was just too embarrassed to do so. All I could do was stand there in silent awe until the crowd could finally convince Ken to do what I had wanted him to do all along.

As Ken finally moved to truly take off the only set of clothing he had left on him the crowd roared in appreciation and the macro panther once again looked straight at me. I felt my legs grow weak once more and my stomach knotted up on me. It was all I could do to continue standing as Ken's sheath was fully unveiled in all its glory. I could see that Ken really had been eating up all the attention. The head of his member had already made its appearance from that thick furry sheath of his. It was then that I finally understood the Ebony and Ivory nickname too. His member was as dark as night and made for a rather neat color clash with the snow white fur surrounding it.

Before Ken started dancing around for his routine again he dropped his g-string right in front of where I was sitting. The area was instantly flooded with the powerful scent of his musk. I had always heard that a macro's pheromones were strong, but I had not quite expected it to be as overwhelming as it really was. It was kind of like someone had just shoved a couple bottles of liquor down my throat. My mind was instantly fogged with desire. I wanted to go to Ken, but I had just enough sense left to know better, especially with him dancing around again. A quick look around showed me that others had been affected by that musk just as much as me. There was another friend of mine that I could see was trying to hide the fact that he was rubbing one out under a table as he watched Ken. The thing was, I was fairly certain he was straight as an arrow.

While Ken danced around his gaze kept coming back to me and his eyes were the only things that could distract me from his emerging member. Just watching his cock make its appearance was a show all on its own. It just kept coming, foot after foot of thick throbbing flesh. Sometimes you dread when real life might not live up to the expectations of your dreams, but Ken was exceeding even my wildest dreams. The length and girth of his member were simply astounding. His member screamed virility and masculinity. Ken lightly fondled it as a part of the show and I so wanted to be a part of that fondling. I would have given just about anything for Ken to have used me as a toy for his pleasure at that moment. It was not hard for me to understand why some people did things with macros that could put their lives at risk now.

Some others looked like they wanted to get even closer to Ken and they did try. As it turned out, the ropes separating us from the macros had a slight electric current flowing through them. I did not have to find that out for myself. It was easy enough to see that while the current was not strong enough to injure it was definitely good enough to dissuade anyone from trying to get past them. If I wanted to get close to Ken I was going to have to find some other way to do so. That would involve sneaking backstage, though, and I was not sure that was a good idea, at least not until the show ended. When Ken started to make his way off stage he cast one more backwards glance and a wink at me.

After Ken left I felt like he had taken a piece of me with him. I really did have to sit down then. There was a sense of loss that was only magnified by the fact that I had always regretted not saying anything about how I felt to Ken when we had last parted. No, this time I had to talk to Ken and I quietly excused myself. That was not really necessary since the next stripper, the hellhound, was already making her way on stage and my friends were not really paying attention to me.

Sneaking backstage was not all that difficult. The Big Bang attracted quite a crowd. This was not like a normal strip club where they might get dozens customers on a good night. From what I had heard it was considered a bad night if the customers numbered less than a thousand. That was not that hard to believe considering this was a building built to the scale of macros and the fact that anyone that got a whiff of macro pheromones was bound to be a repeat customer. With a crowd like that it was easy to slip backstage without being noticed. It also helped that since we were all micros and most of the backstage employees were macros they did not bother hiring any security.

I soon realized that I was not the only one that wanted to sneak backstage either. There were already a couple of other guys sneaking around when I got there. They were sticking close to the walls and I thought that might be a good idea. The macros were not exactly watching their step and I did not want to end up as goo beneath someone's paw before they finally noticed me. I did manage to catch up with the other two since they seemed to know where they were going. It took me a little while to realize that the layout of the backstage area really was not all that complicated. While the place was huge, it was probably a little cramped by macro standards and there were only a couple of hallways to explore.

It would take us some time to cover the distance of the halls in the area, but I thought the reward would be worth it. But, the problem of covering that distance was solved when a macro did discover us. It is hard to believe, but the macro that did find us managed to catch me by surprise. I had not really been paying attention to any of the other macros that were moving about and I was surprised how easy it had become to ignore them in my search of Ken. It was not until I found my path blocked by a scaly wall of multiple shades of green that I finally noticed the macro.

She was a naga, and from the cowgirl outfit she was wearing I assumed she was one of the strippers that would be performing later in the night. I thought we were dead, that she would think we were just a group of perverts trying to sneak a peak of the strippers for free. But, the naga seemed to have a pleasant enough smile on her face as she reached down to scoop us up with one of her many hands. None of us tried to resist. While macros could handle micros, the size difference was great enough that they could easily accidentally hurt us if we made things difficult for them. I was just happy that the naga seemed to have a gentle touch as she picked us up. It was as if she had a lot of practice handling micros.

"Well, it looks like we have some fans," the naga said in a macro's typical deep resonant voice. It was rare that a macro did not have a commanding voice that could be very compelling to micros. The only thing that lessened the commanding effect for this naga was that she was talking to us in sultry seductive tone. She was acting friendly enough and I was definitely happy for that considering she could crush us all like bugs and chances were that no one would ever know.

While all of us had definitely been frightened about being caught, one of the people I was traveling with, a mouse around my age, did seem emboldened by the naga's friendly tone. "I've been a fan of yours for a while now Rose. I'm just happy that you aren't mad about me doing something stupid like sneaking backstage like this," said the mouse.

"I don't see why I would be mad. Getting to meet fans of mine is always a pleasure," Rose said, giving the mouse a pleasant little wink. This encounter seemed to be going well enough and I decided to let the mouse speak for now. I did not know how the naga would take it when she learned that I was actually here to see Ken instead. My other companion, a deer, also seemed to be keeping quiet for now. The mouse and the snake continued to exchange pleasantries and even seemed to be doing a bit of flirting. I was not paying much attention to their conversation since it was Ken that I wanted to met with and this was just starting to feel like a big waste of time.

Rose did do something that grabbed my attention though. She had been holding us up to around eye level with her, but that suddenly changed. For whatever reason she was lowering us and I hoped that she had been putting us back on the floor. But, she stopped lowering us before we were even close to the floor and I found us getting really close to the naga's femme. For a moment I really wished that I had been paying attention to what the mouse had been talking us into. I worried that I might find myself in the middle of the mouse and naga's erotic little games, but she stopped when we were right in front of her pussy.

The scent of Rose's arousal was thick in the air. It was not as masculine as what I had smelled from Ken's underwear. The smell was more sweet really, but the effects it had on me were very similar. Even though I was not all that attracted to the fairer sex, being exposed to all those powerful pheromones from up close instead of what had just rubbed off on someone's clothes was much more intense. I was definitely able to understand why my straight friend felt a need to rub one out when watching Ken because I definitely wanted to do so now at the sight of Rose. If she had kept her hand where it was I might have even tried to get into the naga's pussy if I could.

When she started lifting us back up to eye level I nearly jumped through her fingers to get back to her femme. This only seemed to amuse the naga and I felt stupidly happy for having put a smile on her scaly face. Rose looked us all over with an amiable smile on her face and then nodded in approval. I could not explain why, but I longed for that little sign of approval. It did not matter what the naga wanted, I would do whatever it took to get the naga's approval once again.

"I'm famished, never had a chance to eat before the show tonight. Would you three do me a favor and act as a little snack? I would really appreciate it," Rose asked of us in a syrupy sweet tone. There was a small part of me that said that was a bad idea, but the rest of me was practically falling over the other two trying to volunteer to be the first snack. Rose chuckled at our enthusiasm, but she selected the mouse first, explaining that he was the one that claimed to be one of her fans first. We could have all easily fit in her mouth. Rose wanted to savor each of us in turn though.

So, that's why the mouse was allowed to walk right down a finger that extended into the naga's open maw. It is hard to explain just how much I wanted to be that mouse as I saw Rose's cavernous fang filled mouth behind him. The look on her face said she enjoyed his taste very much. Her smile broadened and I could tell she was suckling on the mouse. She made the noises some people made when they were truly enjoying a meal and I could feel her body quivering a bit in ecstasy. I wanted to be the person causing those reactions in the naga so badly that it hurt and when I saw Rose finally swallow I was looking forward to it being my turn, if only she chose me next.

But, just before she could chose her next snack I heard someone say, "Ahem, I believe that deer you have is one of my worshipers Rose. I think that human is Ken's too." I turned around to see the source of the voice. It happened to be that eastern dragon from earlier in the show, now dressed in his regular clothes. He was just staring impassively at Rose and holding out his hand expectantly.

"Oh, sorry about that," Rose said, sounding honestly apologetic. "Didn't know he was one of yours. And you say the human belongs to Ken? What makes you think that?"

"Just by the way he was looking at him during the show," the dragon said in a matter-of-fact manner.

Rose sighed and said, "Oh well, I would have liked the snack, but I'm not the type to break other people's things." Then she handed us both over the dragon and started to move away. But, she did look over her shoulder and wink at us one more time. "If you boys ever want to stop messing with the big boys I'm always open for a snack."

The dragon just harrumphed before holding both of us close to snout and blowing lightly on us. In that instant it was like a fog had been lifted from my mind. I was left in a cold sweat with the sudden realization with just how close I had come to death. It was almost unbelievable how I had been so very willing to march right down Rose's throat just a few moments ago. I had always heard that dragons had a bit of magic in them, but it was amazing that he could undo the effects of what Rose had done to me just by breathing on me. This dragon had just saved my life, but considering just how easily the naga had bent me to her will there was no telling how safe I really was with him.

"Thanks for saving me," I said to the dragon. Even if I did not know the dragon's intentions I figured I should act polite.

"No thanks is necessary for that, but you're welcome," the dragon said kindly enough.

"Well, I would have been dead like that mouse if you hadn't shown up, so thanks anyways," I said again.

The dragon waved off what I said as he replied, "I had warned off that mouse from trespassing back here on no less than two separate occasions. It's already rare that I do that for micros. What happened to him is his own fault."

I was feeling a little puzzled. By what he was saying he did not really care much for micros sneaking backstage, but he did not seem the least bit angry with me. "Then is this my warning to not come backstage again?" I asked.

The dragon looked at me quizzically as he said, "Of course not. You were invited backstage by Ken from what I saw, just like I invited Sam back here." He gestured to the deer that was with me. If anything, the dragon seemed a bit surprised that I did not already know this. "That panther really needs to look after his worshipers better. Then again, I've never seen him invite his worshipers backstage. I might need to teach that young kitten a few things about looking after his followers."

I did not understand everything the dragon was talking about. It was certainly odd to hear him calling Ken a young kitten when the two of them looked around the same age. So, I just had to ask him a couple of things, "This deer, Sam, is a worshiper of yours, like you're his god type of worshiper? And is young kitten like a nickname you have for him, because the two of you look around the same age?"

The dragon actually chortled. It was like what I had said was that ridiculous to him. He continued to chuckle a bit as he explained, "Yes, Sam is a worshiper of mine. I am his god. And I can assure you I am much older than I look. If you think I am Ken's age, then I suggest you add about 4,000 years to my age."

That piece of information left me stunned and the dragon seemed to notice as he smiled in amusement. I asked, "What's a 4,000 year old dragon that's worshiped as a god doing working in a strip club?"

"Where else should I be doing?" the dragon asked nonchalantly. "That whole getting worshiped in temples thing is fun for a while, but after 3,000 years you want to change things up a bit. Besides, many micros just don't know their place anymore. It used to be I could have entire civilizations worshiping me after just laying eyes on me. Now micros seem to think that they are equal to us and I have to work to get my worshipers now. A strip club is a wonderful place to advertise myself and I do like the throngs of micros cheering at my very presence again and slavering over an opportunity to gaze upon me."

I had never really thought of a strip club as a recruitment center for gods to get some followers, but with the way I had seen people looking at the dragon I was convinced that it just might be a good place to do so. This dragon certainly seemed to think it worked. I thought about letting him know that I was not one of Ken's worshipers. Then I dismissed that thought. While he was acting nice enough to me now that seemed to be due to the fact that he believed I was one of Ken's worshipers. He did not seem to care what happened to micros that did not have a macro to worship. I wondered if he would consider me edible if he found out I did not worship Ken.

"Do you think you could give me a lift to Ken?" I asked.

"Of course little one. Just let me handle my worshiper first," the dragon said. Then he did just that. I had no idea what he meant by handle. When the deer was plucked out of the hand we had both been standing in I wondered if the dragon would eat him. What did happen to him actually was not that bad to me. The dragon moved him down to his shorts and slipped the micro into them. I was just barely able to see the dragon pushing the deer into the slit his manhood was held in. A look of contented bliss crossed the dragon's face. "Alright, let's get you to Ken."

Honestly, after just seeing what I had seen, if I had not been there to see Ken I would have been awfully tempted to see what life as a worshiper of this dragon would have been like. Instead, I just said, "Thanks for the ride."

"It's my pleasure. Ken has never been interested in gaining worshipers as far as I have seen. This is a good step for him. I'm just glad I could help that kitten out. He has been a good friend to me after all," the dragon said pleasantly. Then his eyes widened a bit in surprise as he seemed to remember something. "Oh, could you tell him something for me later?"

"Sure, what do you want me to say?" I asked. It was not like I could say no to the macro that had saved my life.

"Well, Ken usually criticizes me for things like this, but I really was doing it for him this time," the dragon said in a very serious tone. "I don't feel like being lectured while I'm letting one of my worshipers tend to the temple that is my body, so just pass this story on after I'm no longer around."

"Fine. I'll wait until you're gone."

"Good. As I believe you micros know, there are organizations that exist that try to find out the weaknesses of macros," the dragon explained, "Recently, as a birthday present for Ken, I tracked down the location of the organization that had figured out Ken's weakness."

"That is a pretty big deal," I said, "But don't those organizations make it public knowledge what those weaknesses are."

The dragon went on to explain, "Sometimes they do, but more often than not they wait for a macro to go on a rampage before they sell the information for a hefty profit to whatever authorities are willing to pay the price. The organization that had figured out Ken's weakness was like that. All they had to do was hand over that information along with anyone that knew about Ken's weakness and I would have left the rest of them alone."

"I take it they didn't accept your offer," I responded.

"Unfortunately, no. Most micros just aren't well behaved little worshipers like you anymore," the dragon sighed. "Not only did they refuse me, they actually insulted and threatened me. I just could not let that stand. Since their organization was based in a desert in the middle of nowhere I really did not have to worry about my fellow macros finding out about what I did. It's still hard to believe that these macros would try to restrain me for something like that nowadays."

"What did you do?" I asked even though I had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

The dragon shrugged as if the answer was obvious, "I tore their headquarters apart, crushed some of the survivors beneath my paws, devoured others, and enslaved those that remained."

"Enslaved?"

The dragon's expression was deadly serious as he said, "Yes, enslaved. You are aware of what happened to you after such a potent, but very brief, dose of Rose's pheromones. Well, I tied those I had not killed to my member for three days. Something like that breaks the mind of a micro. They were left drooling slaves who are incapable of thinking of anything other than pleasing me and they will remain that way for the rest of their lives. A suiting punishment for defying me. And now Ken no longer has to worry about some unruly micros exploiting his weakness."

It sounded like he had turned those people into cock slaves. Personally, I could have thought of worse ways to go, but I guess that was my own preference. Still, this dragon had just reminded me of how dangerous he could be. It was a good lesson to learn. As much as people wanted to believe they were equal with macros in this modern era it was still a fact that the macros could be in charge if they really wanted to be. I was having second thoughts about seeing Ken now, but it was probably too late for that. The dragon had already opened a door and I could see Ken sitting at a chair watching, what was to him, a small television as the dragon walked up to greet him.

******

I could not believe I had put on that show for Wes during my routine. Sure, I had known him for a while and I guess we were about as close to being friends as a macro and micro could get. I was fairly certain he had wished we were more than friends on a few occasions too. It was difficult to tell, but there had been moments where I had held him close enough to my nose in the past that I thought I could smell his attraction for me. Whether or not my feelings for him were mutual was something that was very difficult to tell.

Wes is a human and I am a leopard type panther. Humans are one of my prey species. There had definitely been times when I had just wanted to pop him in my mouth, but whether I would be content with just suckling on him or swallowing him down was something I could not answer. There were other urges I had as a macro too. I had dreamed of seizing him up and using him for my pleasure, whether he liked it or not. The desire to dominate him and make him mine was strong.

It was possible I did have feelings for Wes that went deeper than hunger and lust. The first micro I had ever killed had been over him. It was at the end of our senior year of high school when that had occurred. A bully had decided to pick on Wes for being a macro lover for spending so much time with me. Wes had tried to hide that fact from me for most of the year, but I managed to get the truth out of him after noticing he had a black eye one day. I remembered being enraged about that, but it was still hard to tell if that was because I had feelings for Wes or if I was just angry someone had damaged my property.

Eventually, I decided to confront this bully in a nice deserted area. Wes' bully had been big for a micro, but big for a micro was still tiny for a macro. He had been no match to me, but he was still stupidly brave. I had threatened to crush him like a bug if he did not apologize to Wes and he refused. That had come as a surprise to me since I had thought he would be intimidated enough by me to do anything I said. I had not really planned to crush him, maybe humiliate him a bit, make him lick my toes clean or something like that. But, since he had defied me I felt I had needed to let him know the threat was real even though I actually had been bluffing. I had placed a paw on top of him and I only meant to put enough weight on him to scare him. Unfortunately, micros are just so fragile and I had not had much practice handling micros in that manner. The little bit of weight I put on him ended up crushing him like a grape.

It really is hard to think of micros as being equals when it is so easy to kill them like that. The authorities did not make things any better. They did not even question my story about not noticing that bully and accidentally stepping on him. To them it was not worth the trouble of actually trying to take me down over one micro. It was all brushed off in such a casual manner that it really was as if I had only crushed a bug. Even now I still had to wonder what would happen to me if I happened to accidentally step on a group of micros. It was one of my greater temptations nowadays, one I had to resist since I knew it would be the first step to going on an actual rampage. But, I do remember being pleased about what I had done. Part of it was the fact that I did enjoy the way the micro felt as he was crushed beneath my paw, but another part of me liked knowing that I had removed a pest from Wes' life.

That event did make it harder for me to resist my urge to rampage though. Before that, resisting my urge to rampage had been like denying a sweet tooth never indulged. Rampages had been the thing of dreams, something to fantasize about and never do. After finding out I could get away with stepping on the occasional micro I had definitely had some thinking to do. Eventually I did come to the decision that the rampaging macro that snuffed out the lives of micros without a thought, or rather with many lustful thoughts, was not the type of macro I wanted to be. Still, I had to admit that getting to honestly accidentally step on the occasional micro was something that I found pleasurable enough about this job.

What was not so pleasurable was having all those micros around me during a show. Not stepping on anyone during the show was kind of like being a chocolate lover and working in a chocolate shop while vowing never to eat the product. We were not even allowed to get our cum on the customers, which often left me with a raging hard on after a show. More often than not, right after the show I went backstage to rub one out just to deal with that. I was not the only one either. Tim and Gloria were the same way. I was fairly certain the only reason Rose was not that way was because she went out to seduce some micro to have her way with after a show. Yvette had a boyfriend to go home to that helped her deal with things. Xun had all those micro worshipers jumping at the opportunity to please him. He really had me tempted to go into that whole godhood business, but the idea seemed silly to me. At least dragons had eternal longevity and a bit of magic on their side to make them look like gods.

For now, I just had to deal with my after show needs on my own. Maybe that was why I had put on that show for Wes. Tempting him backstage to meet me might have lead to...no, I probably should not have let it lead to anything. I did not even have much practice handling micros yet. If we did anything I would probably end up crushing him. Until I found some better alternative I would have to settle with doing what I normally did, which happened to be giving myself a hand job with what passed for macro porn.

There were basically three types of macro porn and neither of them involved macros exclusively. With as little money as macros tended to make, most of which went towards living expenses, we did not have money to waste on seeing two macros doing it with each other. Having to pay two or more macros for a porn flick also tended to make things a bit on the expensive side as well, certainly a lot more expensive than just using a couple of micros and using props to make them look like macros. That left two other major types of macro porn. The most well known of which happened to use mixed macro and micro porn stars in various scenarios. That ranged anywhere from the macros using the micros as toys, them acting as actual lovers, and even scenarios where the macros were the submissive ones. It was all the typical porn stuff, just with the people involved being of radically different sizes.

The other type of macro porn was something we macros all liked to play down as being porn for us. That type of porn happened to not involve any actors at all. It was recordings of actual rampages as recorded by the media and any micro with a recording device on them. That was what I happened to be watching at the moment. There was an incident about two years ago where some macro otter had snapped at some popular beach town. He was one of those types where the micros did not know his weaknesses and, to make things worse for the micros, the macros that should have been around to restrain him had been called off to deal with a separate macro attack. It normally took no more than an hour or two before other macros could handle these rampages. This otter had gotten over four hours to have his way with the ocean side city he had rampaged in. With all the tourists around a lot of good footage had been captured and some unscrupulous individual, probably some micro that scavenged the area for remains after the rampage, had edited everything into a nice little video for sale among us macros.

I was at a point in the rampage where the otter had trapped a bunch of micros between himself and a bunch of hotels he had toppled over. The recording was being made by one of the micros that had been trapped between the otters legs. There were not many micros that could keep recording in a situation like that, but with so many micros trapped like that, there was bound to be one of them willing to do so. The person doing the recording seemed to be frozen in place as the otter used his fellows to pleasure his cock. That otter had either been too desperate with need or just had so little experience handling micros that they did not last long against his member. It was streaked red with their remains, but he was nearing climax, as was I while I watched the scene.

Before I could reach that point I heard someone cough for my attention. I turned around to see Xun and did not bother to stop what I was doing just for him. It was not like I had not seen him doing similar things with his followers after a show. I would not have been surprised to find out he had a worshiper in his pants right now. But, what I saw in his hand made me stand up to block the screen in shock. I could not believe he actually had Wes and I wondered what they were doing together.

"I think I have something that belongs to you," Xun said with a slight smile.

It was a little surprising how relieved I felt to hear that Xun was delivering Wes to me. For a moment I was worried that Wes might have been one of Xun's worshipers or that Wes might have done something the dragon considered smite worthy. Now all I had to worry about was Wes seeing what I had been watching and I moved to discretely turn off the screen. I did not want him thinking I was one of those types of macros. Fortunately, he showed no indication that he had seen what I was watching and instead seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of my fully erect member bobbing gently in the air. At that moment I was very grateful for how easily distracted micros were while I turned the TV off.

"Uh, thanks Xun. Did you get him out of the front just for me?" I asked.

"I did get him just for you, but not from out front. While I'm happy you are finally taking a macros rightful place as a god, you really need to learn to watch out for your followers," Xun lectured. "Rose nearly turned him into a preshow snack while he was coming back here to see you."

My eyes widened in surprise. The fact that Xun thought I was actually agreeing to be a good was one thing, but the fact that I had nearly gotten Wes eaten was something else. I cursed my own stupidity for not looking out for him. Even if I had not been sure he would come back I knew I had tempted him. It would not have killed me to watch out for him for a little while. Even without Rose's appetite for micros he could have been stepped on and if Gloria had gotten her hands on him it probably would not have been pretty either.

I held out my hand for Wes and let Xun drop him into it while I said, "Thanks Xun, but he's not a worshipper, just an old friend of mine from my hometown."

"Right, a friend," Xun chuckled, "It's alright to have a favorite follower I suppose, but a micro that's a friend of a macro? You're a funny one Ken." The dragon walked away laughing. He really was old fashioned. It was not unheard of for macros to have micro friends, at least not in this day and age. But, he was from a different era. I kind of wished he would grow a beard like a lot of those ancient eastern dragons did so it would not be so easy to mistake him for a twenty something year old. At least he was headed home for the night. Having him hanging over my shoulder would have made for an awkward conversation with Wes. He probably would have insisted on teaching me how to be a god the entire time and on putting Wes in his proper place.

At the moment I had Wes to myself in one of those rare moments when the dressing room was pretty much empty. I thought about apologizing for what had happened with Rose, but as I looked at Wes I could see he was still staring at my member. For some reason I found that amusing as I said, "Ahem, hey buddy. It's been a long time."

That seemed to get his attention off my cock, but he just looked straight down at the palm of my hand and blushed. I found that to be incredibly cute. It was not like he was the first micro to ever ogle at my manhood. I was fairly certain he was not into the female persuasion either, so what he had to see must have appealed to him. Wes seemed a bit too embarrassed to talk so I gave my hand a little shake to prompt him to talk. It turned out I needed a little practice handling micros since that little shake knocked him off his feet.

That time it was my turn to feel a little embarrassed, but Wes just laughed it off and said, "Hi Ken. Really wasn't expecting to meet you here tonight."

I smiled at Wes, "Seeing you in the crowd was a bit of a surprise for me too. So, did you enjoy the show?"

At that question Wes brushed brightly. He really was attracted to me. "Yeah, I, uh, really liked all the performances," he responded.

"I'll bet," I said with a slight chuckle. Then I decided to change the subject. "So, how have you been doing?" We spent a few minutes just talking with each other, just like two old friends catching up with each other after not seeing one another for a while. I had to resist laughing at him when he tried to explain why he was here. He was obviously afraid that I would think he was some type of pervert for coming here. If only he knew that I was thinking of stuffing him down my cock the entire time we were talking.

Eventually, the conversation steered into a direction that a part of me hoped it would not have gone in while another part of me had been longing for it to happen. "Hey Ken, do you think we could stop by your house? I've always wanted to see a macro house from the inside," Wes said. That second sentence did not sound entirely truthful to me. I suspected that he just wanted to be alone in my house with me without having to worry about another macro walking in on us. It was obvious he wanted something to happen between us and I was not entirely against that idea. But, micros were just so fragile. If something happened he could very well end up a little red smear. While I might have given some random micro a warning about what might happen and then gladly used him for my pleasure if he agreed to it, Ken was different. I had known him for so long and I liked him. On some level I did want to keep him from getting harmed, but on another level the fact that I liked him made me want to use him for my own personal pleasure even more.

I probably should have made up some excuse why he could not come over, but instead I said, "Sure, I'd love to show you around my place." I could not tell if I was just being friendly or if I was a cat playing with his prey. Either way, I was committed now and I really hoped I would be able to show a bit more restraint at home. I sat Wes down on a table while I got dressed for the walk home. When I was able to resist the urge to stuff Wes down my shorts I thought that was a real accomplishment. Instead of riding in my shorts I placed him on my shoulder, but by the looks he kept casting down at my groin I had to wonder if he had been hoping to ride down there instead after all. That would have been a terrible idea too.

While Xun was well practiced in letting his worshipers ride in his clothing without harming them, I was not. Macro clothing tended to be tight fitting and a micro could get crushed in them fairly easily. Micros tended to think we wore clothes like that just to show off. The simple fact is that macro clothing tends to be very expensive and even slight differences in size can make a huge difference in price. That was also one of the reasons why macros tended to all be physically fit. While the micros liked to assume we were all just naturally fit, the reality was that we simply could not afford to be fat. If you ever saw a macro that wore clothes that actually fit properly, you knew he was pretty wealthy, which I was not.

There was no such thing as a macro vehicle either. We had a hard enough time noticing micros on foot, they did not want us riding around the area in huge death machines. I did envy the micros for getting to actually drive everywhere. It seemed like it would have been convenient. At least it was pleasant enough tonight and the walk home was enjoyable enough, especially since I had someone to talk with on my way home for once. Wes was a pleasant enough conversationalist and it was funny listening to him stumble a little whenever the conversation started to steer in a steamy direction. He at least had the sense to seem to understand that it would have been dangerous for us to do anything together. I would not have been in any condition to say no if he did want to go the distance with me either. Since he had interrupted me earlier I never did get to rub one out and, frankly, I was still in the mood. The macro instincts in me were screaming pretty loudly that I should make this micro help complete what he had disrupted.

I really should not have been taking Wes home with me. What I should have done was taken him to the micro edge of town and let a bus pick him up and take him home. Taking him home could only lead to bad things happening. But, I just could not help myself. I knew I was giving in to my macro urges while telling myself that I would not really do anything to him. All I was doing was showing an old friend my home, maybe letting him sleep over, nothing more. The desire for something more to happen was strong, though. I had to wonder if this was my first step in going on a rampage, just giving in to one little temptation that could lead to so much destruction later on.

Even with those thoughts going through my head I did not hesitate to bring Wes inside with me when I finally arrived home. I did not think it was much, but he certainly seemed to be awed by the size of everything. Since everything around him must have made him feel like a bug I suppose I could understand why he would feel awed like that. After I showed him around, which did not take long, I offered him a bite to eat. I regretted asking that almost immediately after doing it. Feeding a micro is not much of a problem. A single bite of food for me could probably feed Wes for the better part of a month. The problem was that I was reminded of the fact that I was feeling hungry too. Since Wes was one of my prey species he was starting to smell awfully delicious.

Fortunately, he let me sit him down on a table instead of insisting on staying on my shoulder while I cooked something up for the two of us. Soon, the smells of cooked foods filled the air and Wes' own scent was overpowered by what I was cooking. Unfortunately, when I was done cooking I pretty much had to break off portions small enough for Wes to eat from off my plate. I did not have any micro furniture or plates either, so Wes just sat on the edge of my plate. Having a little human sitting on a plate of food meant something to me that was not lost to my instincts. It was very difficult subduing those instincts and I hoped Wes did not notice my fingers occasionally straying in his direction as I picked apart my meal. Still, a part of me did want to at least ask if he would let me use him as a topping to see how he tasted, as long as I promised not to chew and swallow him. That seemed like an awfully awkward question to ask, though, so I kept that question to myself too.

I was happier for the meal once it was over. The desire to eat Wes was significantly lessened while I was working on a full stomach. After that we were able to have a pretty normal night. We just talked about various things. He also remembered to call his friends and tell them he had left the club without them. Wes neglected to mention that he had gone home with me. He told me he doubted they would have believed him anyways. Then he remembered something else he needed to tell me.

"Oh wow, Ken, I can't believe I nearly forgot this," Wes said a bit abashedly. "That dragon told me to tell you something."

"Yeah, what did Xun have to tell me that he couldn't say himself," I asked inquisitively. He had probably been up to some sort of mischief. While he was not the type to go on a wild rampage, said he got all that out of his system a while ago, he was about as old fashioned as they got. If some micro, or group of micros, got on his bad side he would not think anything of snuffing them out of existence. Those old dragons stuck together too, both eastern and western. While they did let the younger ones be punished for going on a rampage, if some older dragon found it necessary to destroy a city they would not let him or her get punished. Try to punish an older dragon and you get just about every dragon on the planet going on a rampage at the same time and it was exceedingly rare anyone ever found a dragon's weakness. It was a good thing for the micros that dragons tended to be more patient than they were given credit for and they at least tried to keep their more destructive actions a secret, which meant it was not often they decided to destroy a city anymore.

"He said something about tracking down the people that knew your weakness. Apparently he hit their headquarters pretty hard. Took them out from the way he said it. Said your secret's safe now," Wes explained.

I wondered if I looked as surprised as I felt to Wes. That added to a lot of the mixed feelings I was having that day. There was a feeling a disappointment that I had just lost something that had helped me restrain myself. My weak spot had never been easy to get to and I probably could have just folded my ear back onto it to prevent myself from getting harmed, but the knowledge that other people knew how to kill me had been a big deterrent. Now that was gone and controlling myself was going to be a lot more difficult.

Then there was the sense of freedom I felt. I did not really need to restrain myself anymore. People would have to depend on blind luck to take me down. While other macros would be able to restrain me, it was not like they could kill me. That was the biggest repercussion for me, gone. While I did not want to be the type of macro that destroyed a city just for the fun of it I did like the idea that I pretty much could do it now if I wanted to. Xun had just changed the way the world worked for me.

It took me a moment to realize Wes was staring at me. My guess was that I really did look that surprised. I took a second more to collect my thoughts and then I said, "So, how is Xun sure my secret's safe? He didn't kill everybody who knew it did he?"

"Not everyone from what he told me," he said. "But, the people he did leave alive aren't in a condition to tell anyone. He says he enslaved them by keeping them tied to his cock for a few days." Xun really must not have liked them all that much. He only did that to people he wanted to humiliate for the rest of their lives. Tracking down one of those storehouses where they keep the information on macro weaknesses must not have been easy either. If they were they would get targeted by macros a lot more often. Still, those places tended to stick together about as much as dragons did. They tended to horde secrets like dragons did gold. Even if it was rare they found a dragon's weakness it could be done and I did not want Xun being targeted by them if they found out what he did.

"Going to have to have a talk with that dragon. He can't just go around doing things like that to micros anymore. One of these days he's going to get himself in a lot of trouble," I said. Honestly, I was probably going to have to thank him too, but only after a bit of chastising. It would not do to have him thinking I wanted him going around destroying my enemies for me. Actually, I did not have that many enemies to begin with, but I might want to stop complaining about how much paperwork government workers make me do while I am around him.

Wes just shrugged as he said, "The way that dragon explained things they did kind of sound like they were asking for it. I know that the info on macro weaknesses is valuable and I can understand why they wouldn't want to just turn it over. But, when a 200-plus-foot tall dragon asks you for something you give it to him or you have an incredibly polite way of saying no."

He did have a point. I was fully aware that micros tended to tread carefully around me. The only ones that did not do so tended to be ones that thought they were too important to kill. Some of those even tried to push that fact with me, sometimes subtly and sometimes in not such subtle ways. With me they were lucky, but some macros were not so nice. While many macros do try to avoid causing a scene, micros do end up wandering off on their own, away from the herd, more often than is healthy and we macros can be much more sneaky than micros credit us for. The end result is that a lot of micros just disappear. Many of the snarkier ones I had to deal with sure did not stick around for as long as their more polite counterparts. A micro only had to mouth off to the wrong macro once before bad things started to happen.

We continued talking for a little while longer until I noticed what time it was. The buses would only be running for but so much longer in this neighborhood. If Wes was going to get home it would take him a long while after that. I might have offered to walk him home if macros were allowed to stroll through macro neighborhoods. Even I had to admit that would be a bad idea. Micro streets could not handle a macros weight and their buildings were built so close together that it was difficult for a macro to get around without damaging anything. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted Wes to stay for the night anyways.

I was just about to ask Wes to stay when he said, "Hey Ken, it's getting a bit late. Would you mind if I crashed here for the night?"

My immediate reply should have been no. I knew without a doubt that I had reached my point of no return. If I let him stay over for the night things were going to happen between us, whether Wes wanted them to or not. There was no guarantee he would survive those things either. Wes was a nice little micro. If I was going to use a micro to satisfy my longings, well, I certainly desired for him to be the one, but he did not deserve to die. There were other micros I could think of that I would have liked to experiment with first, maybe talked with Xun about how he managed to safely handle his worshipers before moving on to Wes.

Even with all those thoughts going through my head all I could do was smile and say, "Sure, you can stay here for the night. It's not like you take up much space."

"Thanks Ken," Wes said and then hesitated for a moment, as if thinking carefully about what he wanted to say next. "Uh, you've fed me and now you're letting me stay in home, is there something I can do for you to pay you back?"

I was fairly certain that I knew how he wanted to pay me back and I was more than willing to let him do so, eventually. The macro side of me wanted to make this tiny macro earn his way up to that point and the feline side of me desired to toy with him a bit first too. There was a way to satisfy both sides and I scooped Wes up from off the couch we had been sitting on before starting to head back to my bedroom. Wes noticed our destination and I could see him blushing. He must have been thinking about what might happen back there and I could not help but smile at him as I said, "I think there might be a couple of things you could do for me."

When we did get into my room Wes looked a little surprised when I sat him down on the floor instead of on the bed. "What did you want me to do down here," Wes called up to me.

"Just give me a second and you'll find out," I said, trying to add a hint of mischief to my voice. Wes looked like he was about to ask something else until I started taking off my clothes. It was fun teasing him a bit as I pulled my pants and underwear down much more slowly than necessary. Wes looked like he was held spellbound the entire time and it did not take a genius to figure out what he was hoping for. Once I was left in nothing but my birthday suite I loomed over Wes for a little while, letting him absorb the sight of me. Then I left him confused once more as I sat down on the bed with him in between my paws.

I reached down and started rubbing my paws as I said to Wes, "I don't know if you have noticed this, but we macros are kind of large and extremely heavy. Having to put all that weight on our paws all day leaves them a little on the sore side. Getting a paw massage from another macro can help, but I hear from Xun that there is nothing like a massage from a micro. You wouldn't mind giving my paws a little massage, would you?" What I had said actually was the truth. It was a funny thing really. We macros could do things like tear apart cities and many of us could even take a hit without from a nuke without flinching, but our paws still got sore after a long day.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind. Might take me a little while though," Wes said. I had known he would say yes, whether he liked paws or not. The clothes I had dropped on the floor were close enough to him that he would have to be affected by my musk. Any micro would be willing to do quite a lot to please me when affected like that. It was probably having an even stronger effect on Wes since he did actually like me.

I wanted to play around a bit more with Wes too. Xun had also told me quite a few things about micro paw massages and I wanted to see if what he said was really true. So, I grinned broadly down at Wes as I said, "Wes, you are going to be trapped between the floor and my paw for most of this and my paw is going to be giving off a lot of heat. Things are going to get awfully hot for you very quickly. You might want to take off your clothes for this to help alleviate that."

Wes did blush fiercely and could not look me in the eye as he said, "Uh, yeah, good idea." He did start to take off his clothes, but there was no show in it like when I had undressed in front of him. Unlike me, I could see he was not used to getting nude in front of others. It was kind of cute watching him to me. Wes did not have anything to be shy about either. While he was not in as good of shape as I was, he still had nice faint muscle outlines and that nice smooth skinned body of his. Even if we were the same size I thought people would have thought of me as the dominant partner in the relationship. While I was built more like an athlete, Wes had a more twink-like appearance to him, even if the clothes he wore seemed to hide that fact.

"You look pretty cute Wes," I said encouragingly while trying to lightly rub a toe against his body. While I succeeded in not hurting him I did still knock him over. I immediately adjusted how much force I was using and that did allow me to stroke his tiny body without crushing him. Wes responded by gently stroking the fur on my toe and I instantly felt a little thrill of pleasure coursing up from my paw. That was unexpected. While Xun had told me that paw massages could be more pleasing than I thought, he had teams of experienced worshipers to work on his paws. I had not thought just one micro would be able to do much for me, but if just having the tip of a toe being petted could get any reaction at all, I really was looking forward to this massage.

"You're not bad looking yourself Ken," Wes responded with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now, if you'd let me up I might be able to do more than pet your toe."

I had not even realized I had enough weight on him to pin him down and I instantly eased up. "Sorry about that," I said with an awkward smile and then held my paw low to the ground above him, "Go ahead and work your magic." Wes did not waste any time. I felt his tiny hands on the pad of a toe, kneading at it in circular motions. Wes had me purring before I even realized it. Little tingles of pleasure shot up from wherever he was massaging me at the time and worked their way through the rest of my body. Before long, even my manhood was responding to the thrill of pleasure coming from my paw.

This was all unexpected for me, even with what Xun had told me. My paws were far more sensitive to the touch of a micro than I had ever thought they would be. The feeling was addictive and I was starting to realize why Xun kept all those worshipers around. This was so much more than accidentally stepping on one or two micros had ever been. Then I thought about what stepping on large groups of micros would have been like, with all those tiny hands trying to hold up the weight of my paw. Just the thought of that made me understand how some of the macros I had seen in recordings of rampages could maintain an erection so easily, just by walking through crowds of micros.

My thoughts about rampages were quickly interrupted as Wes hit an especially sensitive spot in the ball of my paw. That made my whole body quiver in pleasure and Wes seemed to notice that too. He lingered in that spot and my cock responded appropriately. My ebony member emerged eagerly from its sheath and I had to start stroking it in rhythm with the massage Wes was giving me. The micro human was doing an excellent job of bringing me to the climax he had interrupted when I started to feel him slowing down.

I realized that my paw was huge compared to him and that his arms must have been getting tired. But, I was not in a condition where the rational side of my mind could win out that easily. My macro instincts were firmly in control at the moment and those instincts told me to be outraged with this micro for tiring before he could finish pleasuring me. Those instincts told me that I should crush him like a bug for his transgression and I began to press down on him slowly. If he could not finish the job I was determined to get as much pleasure out of him as was possible before he became nothing more than the insignificant smear that he was meant to be. But, something else happened to cause me to pause, the very sort of thing that Xun had told me might happen. I could not help but smile at what Wes had decided to do.

******

The position I was in was not one that many people wanted to find themselves in. When a macro had his or her paw right over a person that usually meant said person was about to become a bloody smear. Yet here I was, still alive and finding I actually enjoyed the experience. Like most other people, I had been too concerned about keeping from getting underfoot to even consider the fact that I might be into paws. It was easy to see why people were so afraid of being under a macro's paws though.

When Ken had knocked me over with his toe I could tell he had not meant to do so. The size difference was just so great that it was hard for the giant panther to be gentle with me. Ken seemed to be a fast learner though. He was able to start rubbing his toe against me without knocking me around, even if he did pin me to the ground with it. That was the first indication I had that I liked paws. As that white furred toe tip rubbed against my naked body I could feel my own member responding to the touch. Ken was arousing me without even realizing it and there was nothing I could do about it while I was being pinned to the ground by the same object causing my arousal. All I really could do was pet the toe back and I was pleased when I felt a shiver of pleasure course through Ken's body.

When Ken let me up and let that huge paw of his hover above me it was a bit of a thrill. Just a slight misjudgment on his part and I could have ended up getting crushed like a bug beneath his padded paw. Or he could have just crushed me for his own pleasure if he really wanted to and nobody would have ever done a thing about it. I knew Ken had to want to do just that on a certain level too. Macros were into things like that, but for whatever reason this macro had chosen not to crush me. This massive creature had chosen to let me live out of what I hoped were feelings of companionship. That just added to the thrill of the experience.

When I did start massaging Ken's paw I did so with a level of enthusiasm that surprised even myself. I had to return the thrilling feelings I had as best I could for Ken. At first I doubted what I would be able to do for the massive panther. Having his vast paw hovering over me, a paw large enough to crush dozens of people, made me wonder just what one micro could possibly do for him. It did not take long after touching that paw to get a reaction that banished the doubts from my mind. In mere moments I actually had him purring like a kitten. I could only smile as those purrs vibrated his body and mine along with it while I was touching his paw.

Even though I could tell I was getting a reaction out of Ken it was hard to believe. There was a certain toughness to Ken's paws. A part of that was to be expected. He did have to walk everywhere and that left his paws feeling thick and rough to the touch, but there was something more to it. I had not really noticed it while I was being held by Ken or Xun. Then again, I had not been getting as intimate with their hands as I was with Ken's paw now. What I felt was hard to describe, but I could just feel Ken's invulnerability. I knew that he did not have to worry about stepping on anything that might explode beneath his paws, like say a landmine the military might try to use against him should he go on a rampage. Something like that would probably only provide him with even more stimulation.

I wanted to explore Ken's paws further. Just being able to feel out his invulnerability and the power that came with his size was intoxicating. It was easy to see why macros had been and still continued to be worshiped as gods to this day. Just to be allowed to be so close to this being of immense power and to not be swept away like the bug I must have appeared to be in his eyes was leaving me with feelings of devotion. With thoughts like that going through my head I was starting to see why macros snapped every once and a while, going on those devastating rampages. For Ken not to have done something like that made me think he had a level of self-control that I do not think I would have had in his place.

Instead of crushing me he allowed me to continue with my work. His purring was growing in force, almost to the point where it was starting to sound like he was grunting as well. It pleased me immensely that I was able to excite him as well as I was doing. I also grew in confidence as I probed at his mammoth paws. For a while I had been avoiding straying towards Ken's toes. They were curling and uncurling in a steady rhythm. That might not have sounded all that dangerous, but his toes were the size of boulders to me and if I got caught up in those digits there was a good chance that I would get ground up into paste.

Now I was starting to feel safe around Ken. I got close to those curling toes and just watched them flexing for a little while before I finally decided to make my move. When I was not immediately crushed I felt a bit of a relief that I had not thrown my life away. That did not mean I was not in any danger. In an instant I had been seized up by Ken's toes and I found myself surrounded by furry white walls. Thick walls of flesh pressed in around me while I was stuck between Ken's toes. Stuck was the exact word to use too. Ken's toes were holding me prisoner and there was little chance for me to escape. If he were to have squeezed his toes just a little bit tighter I might have been crushed. All I could do was squirm around to try and escape and I could still hear Ken purring in pleasure. I could not even tell if he knew he had me trapped. He sounded like he was lost in a world of bliss and thought this was just another part of the massage. It might as well have been part of the massage too with all the squirming I had to do to free myself from between those mammoth sized toes.

The effort to free myself from between Ken's toes had been an exhausting one. It did not help that those same toes seized me right back up to repeat the process all over again. I was left wondering whether he had done that on purpose, if it was something that he just did out of instinct, or if it was just an accident. It did not really matter to me at that moment. Since I was already tired it took much longer to free myself that time. There were worse places to be stuck, though. I was surrounded by a comforting warmth while between those toes. There was also something about the smell that I found appealing on a certain level. The scent of Ken's musk was definitely thick in the air and the slight smell of sweat radiating from the paws that Ken had to put to use throughout the day added a special something to the masculine odor now surrounding me.

After escaping from Ken's toes a second time I made sure to get out of their way before they could scoop me up once more. If they got me a third time I doubted I would have been able to escape from between them again until Ken decided to let me go. But, exhausted or not, I still had a lot of paw left to massage and I planned to do that as best I could. The problem was that I could tell I was slowing down as I rubbed and kneaded the thick pads hovering above me. I tried to catch my breath and recover for a bit so I could pick up the pace again, but Ken decided to take action before I could do that.

His paw suddenly started to lower on top of me. That was enough to get a little yelp of surprise out of me as the paw quickly forced me to my knees. Instinct told me to try and hold up the paw even though I realized that was a fairly futile thing to do. Ken's paw continued to settle on top of me, not even seeming to notice I was attempting to lift it up. I was forced onto my back and I did start to grow frightened that he had decided to crush me like a bug after all. But, once I was pinned to the ground the paw stopped. There was just enough pressure on me to press me lightly into his paw and made it very difficult for me to move.

Not knowing what else to do I tried to wriggle my way free like I had done when stuck between Ken's toes. All the weight on top of me combined with my exhaustion left me incapable of doing that. Ken had me firmly trapped. But, my wriggling did have a side effect I was not expecting. Ken's purr intensified into a low rumble, vibrating his body. With his paw right on top of me, quivering against my bare body in such a pleasant way, I could not help my reaction. It was like Ken's paw was returning the massage I had given it with a full body massage like I had never experienced. Without really meaning for it to happen I developed a hard on right against Ken's paw. Before I knew it I was humping right into that paw and I felt it shake even more powerfully in response.

While I was pumping into the rough padded paw I felt the pressure on my body increasing ever so slightly. Despite that it did not feel like Ken was trying to crush me. To me it seemed more like he was urging me on in the only way he could. My body was pressed deeper into his paw and it took a much greater effort for me to continue humping against that paw. But, I managed to go on and I felt Ken's purrs reverberating through his body and into mine. It was only a short time later that I climaxed against Ken's paw, my cum making nothing more than a small stain against the titanic paw above me.

That paw just stayed there for a few seconds longer before it finally lifted. I did not bother to stand back up. After all that I was still feeling exhausted and it was nice to rest there for a little while. A powerful musky odor soon hit me, though, instantly getting my attention. It was a different smell then that of Ken's paw. The smell was much headier and alluring than the paw had been. When I looked for the source of that smell I found an absurd amount of cum forming a pool not that far away from me. There was enough there for me to drown in and it was only one of many now scattered across the floor. As my gaze strayed upwards I could see Ken still lightly stroking his manhood as he smiled mischievously down at me.

******

It was hard to believe that Wes had managed to get me to climax with nothing more than a massage and his squirming. There was something I found very satisfying on an instinctual level about what had happened. What had happened was certainly more enjoyable than rubbing one out on my own had ever been. That was why I was surprised that my instincts were still screaming at me to finish Wes off. As I looked at him laying there on the floor, exhausted and looking insignificant next to a pool of my cum, my instincts were telling me that I should crush him beneath a toe and go find some other fresh micros to have some fun with.

With some effort, I wrestled my instincts for control of my body. I did not really desire to kill off Wes, at least not yet. He had done what I had asked him to do and he deserved to be rewarded for that. I knew what he had come to my home for in the first place and he deserved to get it. Besides, I was feeling horny as hell after what had happened and I was not going to be satisfied with just one climax for the night. Wes may have looked pretty tired, but he still had a lot of work to do if he wanted to enjoy his reward. I just hoped he would find his second wind so that he could do so.

"You look a little tired there buddy," I said to Wes as I bent down to lay my open palm next to him. He took the hint and climbed into it. As I lifted him up to eye level he sat down in my palm and I thought he really must have tired himself out. At least he did not seem to be breathing that hard. All he needed was a little breather and he would be alright.

"Just a little," Wes said, "Those toes of yours really tired me out."

"My toes?" I asked quizzically.

A wry smile crossed his face as he said, "So you really didn't notice me there. I'll bet you were lost in your own world. But yeah, you caught me between your toes a couple of times and it was a real struggle to get out."

I tried searching my memory for that incident, but Wes was right. While he had been massaging my paw I had been lost in a world of pleasure. I had not really cared where he was under my paw as long as he was there. Truthfully, he was lucky I had not crushed him since I had not even known where he was. I felt a little relieved that he had been so fortunate. Whether that was because I liked him or if it was because I still wanted to get some use out of him was something that was hard for me to tell.

"You're right about that one," I said to Wes, "I didn't even notice that happened. Hope I didn't scare you too much doing that?"

"No, I'm fine. It was all kind of...fun really, pretty tiring too," Wes said jokingly.

"Sorry about that. I did not mean to tire you out so much. Maybe there is something you would like from me to make up for that?" I purred.

Wes looked flustered and he almost immediately looked down at my cock. I could see his face turn bright red as he contemplated asking what I knew he wanted to ask. After taking a moment, Wes eventually stammered, "Well, I, uh, you're already letting me stay over for the night. I don't want to ask for too much from you."

I wanted to laugh. He was too shy to ask for what he really desired from me. That was just too cute. It looked like I was going to have to take the lead. I supposed that was kind of fitting, for a macro to have to take charge of a micro. Without saying a word I lowered Wes between my legs and dumped him onto the bed as he let out a little yelp. After he stood back up he just stared at my manhood, as if mesmerized. I smiled amusedly down at him, observing how small he looked compared to my shaft. Chances were that I could have crushed Wes with its heft and the thought of doing just that did crossed my mind. I pushed that thought aside pretty quickly, though.

"I can see in your eyes what you want Wes and it's not asking too much," I said with a little chuckle in my voice.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Wes asked as he took a hesitant step towards my cock head.

"Wes, it is more than alright. You seem to have a hard time recognizing an invitation when you see one. At this point I would be more angry if you said no," I said lightly with a reassuring smile. I really would have been angry too. With as horny as I was after that paw massage I did not know if I was capable of accepting no as an answer, even from a micro that I liked.

Fortunately for my strenuous grasp on my self control and for Wes' health, he chose to say, "Alright, if you say so." Wes proceeded forward tentatively at first. That quickly changed. It did not look like he really gained any confidence. He moved more like someone in a trance. I realized that my pheromones must have been hitting him pretty hard. It was fascinating to see really. While I had heard of it happening before, especially with Rose's victims, I had never actually seen it with my own eyes before. All the other micros I had seen around a macros erection had been so blinded by fear that they were about to die that pheromones never really had a chance to effect them.

Wes had a raging erection even before he managed to touch my cock. He was breathing heavily and it was hard for me to tell due to the size difference, but I could swear he was already sweating. As I watched him reach out a hand to touch the sensitive flesh of my manhood I could see it was something more than what he wanted to do. It was something he needed to do. He had about as much choice to stop this as my instincts were leaving me to stop, probably less. My pheromones had taken complete control of him. Just seeing my body so easily dominate a micro's left me with such an intoxicating sense of power that I now fully understood why Xun had his followers. I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I was going to have to do this to other micros one day. Hopefully I would be able to attempt to do so without going on a rampage too.

Any thoughts about a future rampage were soon pushed aside as Wes ran his hand along the length of my shaft. My body was shivering with pleasure and pre was already leaking out of my slit. I could feel my member throbbing with desire as Wes made his way toward my sac. It took everything I had in me not to grab him up and crush him against my ebony length. By the time he did make it to my balls I felt like I was about to explode and I looked forward to whatever he had planned. That was when Wes disappointed me by hesitating once more. I looked at him, wondering what the problem was until I realized that he really was still exhausted. It should have been apparent the entire time, but I had not noticed that it was taking a bit of effort just for Wes to walk. He did not have it in him to do much more yet.

At first I was highly annoyed with him. A sneer crossed my face, a sneer I had seen many times before from macros on rampages. It was a look a macro had when they discovered just how pathetic micros were when compared to a macro. That was when they were normally well into a rampage and that look normally did not bode well for the micros. At the moment, I wanted to crush Wes beneath the sac that he was now touching. But, I managed to bring myself under control once more. This was Wes' first time doing this and it was my own inattention that had tired him out so quickly. We would both get better at this with practice, as long as Wes survived. Thoughts of practice made me think of something I could do that would let me continue having my fun with Wes.

"I see you're too tired to go on," I purred, "Just sit back and enjoy the ride now Wes." He did not have time to utter a response before my hand came up behind him. I heard a surprised little yelp before I cupped Wes in my hand against my furry sac. If he was still making any noise I could not hear him through my hand, but I could feel him struggling a bit against my balls. The struggles were weak, but I still found them pleasing. All that squirming probably meant I was holding him too tightly, though. I was already trying to be gentle and I could not help thinking that micros were ridiculously weak if what I was doing was too rough for Wes. The macro side of me was disgusted with that weakness and wanted to crush Wes against my sac because of it. But, I had told him to enjoy the ride and I intended to give him a ride he would enjoy.

I eased up my grip on Wes even more and his struggling ceased. That seemed like a good enough sign that he was no longer in any danger of being crushed. Now I had to see if I could do the rest of what I had planned without crushing or mangling him. My hand went into motion as I started lightly fondling at my balls. I could feel Wes rolling around in the palm of my hand as it moved, but he did not start squirming around in a way that made him seem like he was frightened. Feeling encouraged, I started fondling a bit more vigorously and just hoped I was not breaking any bones.

After a while I started to wonder if the way Wes was remaining so still meant that I had already broken him without noticing. Then I finally felt some movement. It was not the frantic movement of someone about to be crushed this time. To me it reminded me more of what it felt like when Wes had been massaging my paw. I smiled as I understood that Wes must have found his second wind and was trying to participate more actively in the fun. My manhood certainly appreciated the effort as I felt it throbbing with desire. With the combined effort of my own fondling and Wes' efforts I could feel my balls becoming quickly engorged.

I moved from fondling my sac to stroking the length of my member. Wes tried to massage the sensitive ebony flesh along my shaft just as he had done with my paw. The experience was almost incomparable to that. With him working directly on my manhood the feeling of ecstasy coursing through my body was on a completely different level. My mind was quickly becoming lost to a world of ecstasy and never ending desire. I wondered what this would have been like with dozens of helpless micros being clasped against my member and squirming for their lives. Thoughts of what Wes would feel like if I tightened my grip and turned him into a bloody smear lubricating my cock were constantly floating through my head. I would like to have thought that Wes was still alive at that moment because my level of self restraint was that great, but at that point I was pretty certain that his survival was really more of a coincidence.

As I continued stroking my member, enjoying the way Wes continued to massage it as best he could, I wished I had more micros. I ached to have more tiny hands kneading at my member, have more bodies squirming against my shaft. If there had been any other micros around I would have snatched them up and used them for my pleasure whether they liked it or not. I was seriously considering going in search of some other micros to toy with and I very well might have that if I had not feel like I was so close to climax.

I could not tell if Wes was grateful for the pre that was leaking down my member. A single misplaced drop seemed like it would have been enough to drown the micro. But, it seemed like it would provide some much needed lubrication for him too. I knew my grip was tightening around my member and that he would have been rubbed raw against my warm throbbing cock without that lubrication. Even with that lubrication Wes could only last but so much longer if my grip continued to tighten. I tried to force my macro side not to waste the only micro that I had available to me, but the macro side could not have cared less whether I had a micro massaging my cock or getting turned into lube against it.

Things were at the point where I had lost control and I knew it. Wes' survival now depended on how long it took me to climax. If Wes could get me to climax sooner rather than later he might just manage to make it without getting crushed. There was something that I found amusing about that situation. Let this micro have a chance at survival. It was much more fun to toy around with micros like that. At least that was what my macro side was saying to me and I was inclined to agree with it at the moment.

The moments passed by, but I could still feel Wes moving around, still massaging and kneading at my shaft. He was starting to throw his whole body into the effort and he was displaying more energy than I thought he had left in him. It was hard to tell if those efforts were those of someone throwing his very being into a task that he loved or if it was that of someone trying to squirm out of my grasp. Honestly, it did not really matter to me anymore. Wes was giving me what I desired and his survival was none of my concern. Then, I felt a tightening in my groin and my climax finally came. I once again made a mess of my room as enough cum burst out of me to more than fill a micro's home. The experience was intense for me. I never had come that hard before and even I was surprised by just how much seed was spurting out of my member. After that I was certain that I would never be satisfied with just watching a recording of a rampage again. Either I was going to have to go on a rampage of my own or I was going to have to have a long talk with Xun about how to get a bunch of worshipers.

When my climax was finished and I finally released my grip from around my shaft, I was a little surprised to see that Wes was still alive. He seemed to be stuck to my palm, but I could hear him panting. It looked like my hand was sticky with cum that had gotten all over it during my climax. Wes was not going to be able to free himself without my help. Earlier in the night that would not have been a problem for me. Things were different now. My macro side was firmly in control and I was not willing to do anything for a micro without getting something in return. I was still horny as hell too, and since this micro was the one that got me in that mood it was his duty to help me deal with it.

******

My head was swimming after what had just happened to me. That was not just because Ken had been holding me tight enough against his member that it felt like my head would burst either. Being surrounded by his musk had been beyond intense. Even going through that experience with the naga had not prepared me for what Ken's cock had done to me. It was just so different, probably because I was more attracted to males to begin with and I already had crush on Ken. When his musk hit me it had been like a mountain was dropped on me. My mind had been crushed by an overwhelming lust and I could not have backed out of pleasing Ken even if I wanted to. Ken's body had claimed me for its own and there was no way I could escape its will.

The only hesitation I had was when I thought about how I would please Ken's cock. It was big enough to crush me. How I was supposed to do anything for him while I was so exhausted was a mystery to me. Then Ken solved that one by grabbing me up and using me as a toy while he rubbed one out on his own. His grip had been crushing at first. I tried to shift my position around to keep from bursting apart, but the pressure on me was just as intense no matter how much I squirmed around. It had bothered me surprising little how much the thought of getting crushed had bothered me. Instead, while being held up against Ken's massive orbs the musk had been more powerful than ever and felt like it was soaking into my very being. If I had any doubts that the dragon had been able to enslave people by just tying them to his member for a few days, they were now gone.

Instead of being frightened of the position I was in, I was actually impressed. I could tell Ken was trying very hard to be careful with me. That casual power that he had was becoming a bit of a turn on for me. Even a little slip on his part would turn me into a little blob of red jelly against his snow white furry sac. But, Ken chose to spare me and loosened up his grip enough for me to survive and very much enjoy what he did next. Being a part of his fondling was like the most wonderful of dreams come to life as his mammoth hand guided me around, massaging me into his orbs.

Even getting to be rubbed up and down his shaft was an enjoyable experience, despite how getting rolled around against his member was definitely going to leave me bruised. It also felt like the flesh was going to get rubbed right off my bones at one point. That pre that leaked down along Ken's cock had been a welcome relief. However, it was a bit of a chore keeping the thick sticky substance from suffocating me when it coated my face. Fortunately, I liked swallowing Ken's pre as much as I loved being so close to his member and getting an opportunity to please him. I had not even noticed when my hands started to massage Ken's member. The desire to satisfy him was simply that great.

His tightening grip did not concern me in the least. I just kept massaging his member, not worrying about my own fate. With the overwhelming scent of Ken's arousal surrounding me and driving me to new levels of stimulation myself, it was only a matter of time before I started humping at his member as well. I never felt like what I was doing was enough, though, and my efforts to please Ken became more and more frantic as time passed. At one point I was so frustrated by how little I could do for Ken that I wondered whether he really could get more out of me by just crushing me against his ebony member.

Then, I felt Ken's cock tense up against my body. The world around me shook as Ken climaxed. I felt it as each powerful burst of cum shot out Ken as if his member were a furious volcano unleashing its wrath. Some of that cum fell back onto his cock and leaked down onto me, dwarfing the levels of pre that had leaked down upon me earlier. It took every last reserve of energy that I had to swallow what Ken let flow down to me. If that had not been just a small portion of his cum I would probably have drowned instead of just getting stuck to the palm of his hand.

When Ken did release his grip on his cock and exposed me to the open air once more I was surprised by how cool it felt. Compared to the heat that had been given off by Ken's manhood, the room around me felt like it was freezing now. I wanted to be near to that warmth again as Ken stared down at me, helpless in the palm of his hand. There was no way for me to move and it would have been hard to even speak. I could not imagine how frail and pathetic I must have looked to him and I hoped he would not discard me like some piece of trash. When a mischievous smile crossed his face I could not help but smile back and hope that his smile meant he was pleased with me.

"Looks like you need some help there, my little friend," Ken said in milky smooth tone that hinted at mischief.

I tried moving a little, but the cum on his hand had adhered to me pretty good and I was not going anywhere. So, I said to him, "Yeah, I'm pretty stuck here. Don't suppose you would be willing to help?"

"Of course I'd be willing to help, but," Ken's eyes narrowed and big grin crossed his face, "I need a little help too. If I help you, you'd also be willing to help me, right?"

"Sure, I'll do whatever you want," I said, not really knowing what I could possibly do to help Ken in the condition I was in.

"That's good, because I was looking forward to another round," Ken purred. My eyes widened in surprise as Ken's other hand reached out for me. Before I had a chance to say anything I found myself plucked up between a pillar like thumb and index finger. Once again, Ken underestimated just how frail my body was compared to his own. It felt like he was squeezing the air right out of me while I was being pinched between his fingers. Still, the very fact that I was not crushed like a bug showed that he was at least trying to be careful.

I eventually noticed that Ken was lifting me right over his cock, which happened to be at full attention once more. The smell of his musk was already assaulting my senses once more. Its intoxicating aroma was filling my mind with its own lustful desires. My own body was responding to those desires as I felt an erection of my own coming on. I did want to have another round with Ken, but I just did not have it in me. It was not something I liked admitting, but I felt I should let Ken know that as well.

"Hey Ken," I said, "I'd love to do this again with you, but I'm tapped out. It would surprise me if I could even squirm at this point."

"You don't need to worry about that Wes. Trust me on that one," he said.

"If you say so," I responded. I wondered what he had planned. If there was something I could do I wanted to do it. But, if he used me like he had before I knew I did not have the strength left to massage his cock anymore. It only took a few moments more to figure out that I was not to be used in the same way this time around. Ken kept lowering me right onto the head of his cock and carefully guided my legs right into its slit. He did not stop lowering me until I was waist deep in his member.

The only reason I did not fall any deeper into Ken's shaft was because the fit was a bit tight for me. It certainly was not because of the grip I had on the rim of the slit surrounding me. Just about any movement on Ken's part would have caused me slip further into his shaft, especially with it still being slick from Ken's previous climaxes. The smells assaulting me were also making it difficult for me to concentrate on hanging on to anything, even if I had the ability to do so adequately. I felt dizzy with thoughts of yearning as Ken's powerful musk surrounded me.

Without even realizing it I shifted around a bit to get more comfortable. Even that little bit of movement sent a tremor of pleasure coursing through Ken's body. That tremor had a certain ramification for me. It caused me to slip almost up to my chest into Ken's manhood. I was in danger of slipping the rest of the way in unless something was done about it. This was a fairly dangerous situation for a person to be in. I had seen what happened to people after being shot out of a macros cock and the results were not pretty. While it was not unheard of for someone to survive becoming a cock rocket, it was still very rare. The funny thing was that I was more turned on than ever. It was hard to tell if that was because of Ken's musk or if the situation itself was responsible.

"Uh, Ken, I think I'm in a little trouble of falling down your cock here. Think you could pull me out a bit," I called out to Ken.

Ken smiled in a sweet and seductive manner as he said, "Wes, don't worry about that. It's what is supposed to happen. Just try to enjoy yourself in there." Then, without another word, he placed one thick finger on top of my head and gently pushed me the rest of the way into his cock. The experience was both terrifying and incredibly erotic at the same time. All the light vanished from my world almost instantly as I slid into the inky black depths of Ken's manhood. The smell of his cum that still coated the walls all around me and was almost maddeningly strong. I could feel the overwhelming heat of his arousal surrounding me. If it were much warmer I felt like it would have been enough to bake me alive.

While Ken was large, even by macro standards, it was still a firm fit for me within his member. I wondered if I might get stuck for a little while, but Ken's member soon proved it had everything under control. The warm walls of flesh surrounding me had a solid grip on me, but it did not feel as if I was being crushed. Those walls were rippling in a way that was tugging me right down Ken's shaft at a steady rate. I could also feel Ken purring in ecstasy as I descended deeper into his manhood. To me it seemed like Ken's body wanted me alive for this process. I thought back on how Ken told me not to worry about this and I wondered if Ken had more control over this process than I thought he did. Or maybe he did not. It kind of surprised me how little I cared about that, but with his musk clouding my mind I was just happy that I was a part of what was causing Ken to quake with joy.

A short while later I felt the pressure increase around me and then ease up again before increasing once more. I figured Ken had started stroking his member, probably a lot harder than he had when I was in his grip. Now that he did not have to worry about crushing me he definitely did not feel a need to hold back. At least he thought he did not need to worry about crushing me. It was amazing how much pressure I felt as his hand stroked the part of his cock that I was in. He sure squeezed the air out of me whenever his hand passed over my location in his shaft. But, that soon stopped when my journey down Ken's cock came to an end and I was emptied out into a new chamber.

I landed in a wide chamber with a wet plop. With the copious amount of cum surrounding me it did not take long to figure out that I was actually inside of Ken's balls. I was already knee deep in thick milky cum and it was welling up quickly around me. Being surrounded by all that cum was really driving me crazy with desire. Even being pressed up against Ken's cock at full erection could not compare to the staggering power that the scents around me had. Things did not get any less intense as Ken's seed continued to pour in all around me. It was like I was being wrapped up in the macro panther's arousal. I was experiencing just how horny a macro could really get and I was beginning to understand just why macros went on those erotic rampages on a fundamental level that I never had before.

Even though I was inside of Ken I could tell that he was enjoying himself very much. From within him, every little tremor, every quiver of pleasure was like an earthquake for me. The cum that was threatening to drown me was also a great indication that Ken was loving what was going on. I tried to swim to the top of the pool of cum I was in, but that would have been impossible even if I had the strength. The stuff was just too thick for me to get anywhere. There was a small part of me that feared I would meet my end in this macro's balls. But, when I took a deep breath all those fears vanished. That deep breath nearly knocked me out due to the heavy musk that permeated the air all around me.

Everything became a blur after that for me. I remember getting an instant erection and I was fairly certain that I squirted some of my own seed into the cum surrounding me. Then I was completely submerged in Ken's warm milky cum. All I could do was wait until I drowned there. Suddenly, there was a powerful tugging on my body and I felt my body accelerating up a long tube that must have been Ken's shaft. Next I was flying wildly through the air with a wall of white fast approaching. Then I hit and I hit hard. Every part of my body suddenly screamed in pain and then, nothing.

******

It was hard to describe just how good it felt to feed a micro to my cock. I could feel it greedily sucking him down to my balls. Wes was my helpless prey and there was nothing he could do to keep my manhood from claiming him. Still, I did feel like it would have been a bit more fun if he had the energy left to squirm. I would have to remember to do this first the next time we did this, if Wes survived, which was highly doubtful at this time. At least I would be able to keep this experience in mind the next time I did something like this with a micro.

When Wes did arrive in my balls I was surprised I could actually feel him there. He was not doing much but just standing there and getting sloshed around a bit as I pumped my hand up and down my shaft. While I still wished that he would do more, like struggle to get out for instance, just the knowledge that he was there was something my mind found incredibly appealing. Eventually, I did feel Wes start moving a little bit, a weak attempt at swimming if my guess was correct. If he was trying to swim chances were he was getting close to drowning. No matter what happened, he probably would not survive.

The part of me that was the cruel macro did not care much about that and while that part of me was the part in control at the moment, there was still a small part of me that considered Wes a friend and wanted him to make it through this. Wes did not stand a chance of survival in my balls, but if I could get myself to climax quickly enough there was a small chance that he would make it through this. That part of me made my pumping become a bit more frantic to try and give Wes that small chance of survival. When my climax did come I did forget about Wes for a little while. The sheer pleasure that came with hitting a peak of ecstasy like that left little room for thoughts of any micros.

I started squirting my load all over the place, making a mess of my room. Wes did not warrant my attention again until I felt him shooting up my shaft. I wanted to make sure he did not end up getting blasted into the floor, or a wall, or something like that. There was little time to think about where to aim, though, and I made a rash decision. It might have been better if I had just aimed to let him fall on the bed, but I chose to aim for my own body instead, hoping my fur would provide a soft enough landing for Wes to survive. I realized just how bad an idea that was when I heard a cum enclosed Wes hit my body with a wet meaty smack.

His body just stuck to my chest, adhered there by my seed and completely motionless. I was certain that he must have been dead. Micros just were not that sturdy and I had broken him. I gingerly peeled Wes off my chest and held him dangling by one leg in front of my face. My cum still clung stubbornly to Wes' body, encasing him in a thin layer of my seed. I actually felt a little sad about what I had just done as I finally started to get my macro side back under control. Then, without warning, Wes' body started to spasm and I nearly dropped him out of surprise.

I realized that he must be trying to breath, but the cum coating his face would not allow him to do so. My first reaction was to lick him to try and help. But, just before my tongue could come in contact with his body I stopped myself. My tongue was more than rough enough to tear the flesh right off his body along with the cum. One little mistake on my part could end up killing him instead of saving him. With the rush I had been in I would have definitely made that mistake too. So, I took my time and very carefully, slowly used the tip of my tongue to lick the cum off Wes' face. When I heard him gasping for breath instead of screaming in pain I knew I had succeeded in my task.

As he hung there, alternatively gasping for breath and coughing up my cum, I smiled at him. I was happy my friend was still alive and even my macro side was pleased Wes had survived. But, I think my macro side just liked having a durable toy more than it was happy I had not just killed my micro companion. That was pretty much confirmed by what I was starting to feel. It turned out licking the cum off Wes' face was not such a good idea. I should have just tried washing him off under some warm water at the sink. Now I had the taste of human mixed with my seed on my tongue and it was a delicious combination. While I did want to give Wes a chance to relax for the night, the macro side of me was teaming up with my predatory side to convince me to do just one more thing with him.

I held Wes close to my nose and gave him a little sniff. The scent of my musk was thick on him. It actually made me feel very possessive of him at that moment. Things might have been better for Wes if it was only my scent that I smelled on him. But, despite being covered in my cum I could still smell Wes. His sweet delicious scent filled my nose and the creamy coating he had just made him seem all the more delectable. I could feel myself starting to salivate, but it took me a moment to realize that I was licking my lips. What that must have looked like to Wes, hanging right in front of my mouth, I could not imagine.

"You smell like paw and cat jizz," I said to Wes with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Wes chuckled in response as he said, "I suppose I will be needing a bath after this." It was nice to hear that Wes was still in a mood to crack jokes after what must have been a near death experience for him. For one thing, it was nice that he was not scared to death of me like many other micros might be by this point and even the macro side of me was feeling pleased. Wes was a rare and precious toy to that side of me now, but my predatory side wanted something from Wes and my macro side was always up for some games.

"You may be right about that," I said mischievously, "But my tub is probably a little large for you and I'd be afraid of you washing down the drain if you did so in the sink. So, I guess I'll have to do this the traditional feline way for you."

"Ken, are you sure that's a good idea? I've already experienced what that tongue of yours is like and it's not exactly the most silky smooth thing in the world," Wes said to me.

In response, I let my tongue roll out of my mouth and dropped Wes onto it. He let out a cute little yelp as I withdrew him into my maw and said, "I guess you're going to have to find out whether this is a good idea or not from firsthand experience."

If Wes tried to mutter a response I could not hear him as my jaws closed around him. I could feel him start to move around on my tongue and I was very grateful that he had stripped earlier. Now there was nothing between his delectable little body and my taste buds. If I had not already eaten I probably would have swallowed him on the spot. But, it was still hard to resist the urge to tip my head back just a little bit and let Wes slide right down my throat. It was not like there was no room for one more tiny treat in my belly.

With a great deal of effort I convinced myself not to devour Wes. He was the only human I had after all. I tried to make my predatory side forget the fact that it would not take long to take a stroll down to the micro side of the city to find some more. Instead, I was able to content myself with suckling and licking Wes' body as if it were some sort of sweet candy. Even doing that little I had to exercise a great deal of caution. One lick that happened to be the slightest bit too forceful would have ended up stripping the flesh right from Wes' bones.

I tried to take things easy at first, just letting my tongue undulate beneath Wes. He rolled around on my tongue and his delightful flavor permeated throughout my mouth. I could feel Wes flailing around a bit as he tried to find his footing and his struggles were a source of amusement for me. He actually ended up causing himself to move further towards the back of my mouth than was safe for him. I chuckled a bit as I said, "You'd better be careful Wes, unless you want to spend the night in my stomach."

He stopped flailing as much after I said that. That pretty much left me in complete control of things from then on. The amount of trust Wes must have had in me was kind of touching. I certainly could not imagine many other micros not flailing about wildly for their lives just because I asked them to. Those micros would have probably ended up getting themselves swallowed too, even before a macro intended to do so. As long as Wes did not do anything foolish I was free to enjoy his taste for as long as I pleased.

The more I played around with Wes, the more adventurous I got with him. Licking him against my cheek was one of the easier things to do. One of the more difficult things to do was licking him against the roof of my mouth. The roof of my maw was ribbed and easy for Wes to get stuck in. When that happened I would have to try and lick him off without tearing him apart. Fortunately, Wes did make things easier by attempting to grab onto my tongue and helping pull himself back onto it. After enough times doing that I learned how to stick him up there at will and pull him down whenever I wanted too.

As time passed I expected to get bored of playing with Wes. When that happened I had planned on just spitting him out and going to sleep for the night. Things did not go quite as planned though. Sure, I did get start to get bored with merely tasting Wes after some time, but instead of wanting to spit him out the urge to swallow him was getting stronger. He was a toy that I was done with and there was really no use keeping him around any longer than necessary. With thoughts like that swimming through my head I thought it might be a good idea to spit Wes out, but he just tasted too good and I did not want to let him go just yet.

The point of no return was fast approaching for Wes once more and I doubted he would be able to survive the digestion process. I could have always tried to throw him up later, but my macro side and my predatory side were absolutely appalled by that idea. The predator in me did not want to let prey go once it was already in my stomach and the macro in me thought it was just silly to go through so much effort for a micro. There was a chance I would be able to get those instinctual sides of me under control after a while, but a while might be too long for Wes.

While I was wagging an internal war with myself over Wes' fate he seemed to take fate into his own hands. Just like when he had been giving me a paw massage I felt him suddenly start humping into my tongue. It looked like he had found just enough energy in himself to save his life. I stilled my tongue and just let him do what he wanted for a little while. Both my macro side and my predatory side were taken so off guard that they did not know how to react. I had to chuckle at that. Wes seemed like one of those people that just had the survivor's instincts and the luck to make it through an encounter with a macro.

Eventually my macro side did make a recovery, even if my predatory side was still a little miffed that my prey seemed to be enjoying himself. It thought of another little activity it would like me to engage in and I rather liked the idea. Wes even stood a pretty good chance of surviving it even without much luck. I still felt the need to give him a little warning first as I said, "Can't let you have all the fun on your own Wes. Watch out, here I come."

I felt Wes hesitate for a moment. He probably wondered what I meant and I was more than happy to show him. Fortunately for me, I was a very flexible individual. What I was about to do was actually something I had practiced doing for part of my routine at the club in various awkward positions. Doing it laying down on the bed was as easy as could be. All I had to do was bend over on the bed, open my mouth, and Wes suddenly found himself with a bit of company in my maw. Even with my natural feline flexibility it had taken a while for me to be able to comfortably get my own cock in my mouth, needless to say give myself a decent blow job.

I was fairly certain Wes had been surprised when my member filled my maw. His tiny body was flattened against my tongue, but I could feel that he was not being crushed. At least I thought that was true since Wes continued humping against my tongue even with my shaft pressing down on top of him. While Wes did that I started sucking myself off, using the heft of my own member to keep him safely pinned down. My macro side would have preferred to be pounding him toward the back of my throat and having him cum blasted right down to my stomach, but what I was doing was satisfactory enough for that side of me. I did have an insignificant micro pinned to my tongue with my cock alone, showing that pathetic micro the superiority of my manhood even when compared to his entire body. If that was all it took to satisfy my macro side it might be possible to have fun with Wes in the future in ways that would not put his life in danger. That would be something else to ask Xun about eventually.

For the moment I settled into a steady rhythm, enjoying the feel and taste of Wes plastered against my tongue. As I started licking at my member I had to remember not to crush Wes as I did so. I thought about trying to get him to stick to my cock like I had done with the roof of my mouth, but I liked how he felt pumping into my tongue a little too much. It was a pleasant sensation that enhanced my own blow job far more than I would have ever guessed it would. Like with my earlier activities, I wondered what this would be like if I had more micros doing it, but Wes was good enough for now. I was certainly starting to enter that addictive world of ecstasy once more.

Eventually I got so lost in that world that I once more forgot about the presence of anything else other than that pleasure. Even Wes' presence was once again forgotten by me, at least until I felt and tasted him reach his climax. That slightly salty taste that Wes introduced to my taste buds was like a signal to my own member. Soon, Wes was forgotten once more as I hit my own climax. The amount of cum that flooded into my mouth easily dwarfed what Wes had produced. I swallowed eagerly, but a little bit of my seed ended up dribbling down my cheek. That was not much of a problem. Once the bursts of cum finally stopped and I extracted my member from my mouth, all I had to do was run a finger along my chin to collect that escaping cum. I had gotten into the habit of slowly sticking my finger into my mouth and sucking on my finger after doing that. Then I would give my audience a coy look before finally pulling my finger out again, trying to be as suggestive as possible as part of the show. It was the thoughts of an audience that finally made me think of Wes again and the fact that I could not feel him in my mouth.

While my predatory side felt disappointed that I had not been able to feel Wes squirming as he fell down my throat, I panicked as I tried to find Wes. After all this I really hopped that Wes' luck had not finally run out and I tried to find him. Then, it was not long before I felt a little movement that sent a tingle of pleasure coursing through me and when I looked down I could not help but smile when I saw what was sitting right on top of my cock head.

******

I was sitting pretty after all I had gone through tonight. There were things people did not survive all that often when it came to macro. Somehow I had managed to survive being underfoot, being used as a sex toy multiple times, and I had even managed to make it out of the jaws of a macro unscathed. There were exceedingly few people that could make that claim. Of all the things that had happened to me, that part about being inside Ken's mouth had definitely produced the most instinctual fear in me. There was just something about being surrounded by boulder sized jagged teeth where the only exit was a gapping black abyss that lead to certain doom that had that kind of effect on me.

All it would have taken was one little swallowing motion on Ken's part and all I would have been to him was a little bit of nourishment. Even the vast expanse of a tongue that I had found beneath me could have been lethal to me if Ken decided to get rough with me. Instead, Ken had chosen to bounce me playfully around on his carpet of a tongue while I tried to get my footing. That actually was a little fun, but when Ken had chosen to talk his voice had boomed deafeningly all around me. It had been difficult to understand him under those circumstances, but his warning had come through as I had seen just how close I had come to making myself go on a one way vacation through Ken's digestive system.

I tried to sit back and just enjoy the ride on Ken's huge pink muscle after that. It was not that hard really. In the humid environment of his maw and with his tongue constantly licking over me I could not help but have certain physical reactions. While Ken's tongue may have been rough to the touch, it was actually kind of nice while he was trying to gently lick me. Ken was doing a very good job of giving me a hard on and I was fairly certain he was not even trying. The only thing that really bothered me, besides the huge fangs, was just how much Ken was salivating. Huge strings of saliva were dripping all around me and I could not shake the feeling that I was just some piece of candy to the huge feline whose mouth I was now in.

While Ken's playtime was working me towards a climax I was starting to wonder if Ken had just been playing with his food all night long. There were swimming pools full of saliva all around me and I could have sworn Ken's head was tilting back just a little bit at a time as his play continued. It may have just been inadvertent on his part, but I was going to end up sliding down his throat if things continued the way they were. The funny thing was, I found the situation exciting and with Ken doing his best to excite me with his tongue too I could not have stopped myself from starting to hump into Ken's firm yet soft tongue.

After that, Ken's laugh came and it seemed to reach into me and shake me to my very bones. It was a surprisingly pleasant and reassuring sensation. Then that was followed up by Ken giving me another warning that gave me pause. I had wondered if he was about to swallow me until I felt Ken doing a lot more moving around than was needed to gulp me down. That sight of his ebony member suddenly appearing in his maw above me was quite the surprise. It quickly descended on me, flattening me against Ken's tongue. If I had been on a harder surface than Ken's tongue he would have probably crushed me like a bug beneath his member.

Since I already had an erection from Ken's tongue treatment, the now familiar musk flooding into Ken's maw along with his member was really sending me into overdrive. I pumped faster and harder into his tongue than I thought I would have been able to given how tired I still was from my earlier activities with Ken. Then my world went into motion as Ken started licking at his member and he began sucking himself off. It soon became difficult for me to tell where I was in Ken's mouth, but I could have cared less. I had already become intoxicated on the musk surrounding me and the administrations of Ken's tongue were leaving me in a state of bliss. At that moment all my fear had vanished. Ken could have swallowed me and I probably would not have cared.

It was only but so much time later before I was finally able to hit my climax. Personally, it was one of the biggest climaxes I had ever had, but a few moments later Ken's member decided to flaunt its superiority over me by shooting off my cum in a single blast than I probably could in a lifetime. And those blasts just kept coming. Ken was doing a pretty good job of swallowing it all and if his member had not been planted firmly on top of me I would have been swallowed along with that cum.

Suddenly, a disaster did occur as Ken's cock shifted just enough for me to be effected by the powerful tug of his swallowing. I scrambled to grasp for something as I was pulled back into Ken's quivering gullet. It was as if it hungered for me, but Ken's member would prove to be my salvation once more. I was just barely able to catch a hold of his cock's head as it spurted out the last of its seed. From there I was able to get a good look at the last of his cum as it descended his throat and thought about how easily I could have gone down his gullet with it. Then I was hauled out into the cool open air once more as Ken extracted his shaft from his maw.

I watched from my perch on Ken's cock head as he wiped the cum of his jaw in what looked like an erotic show. It looked almost as if he were putting on yet another show for me even though he did not show any signs of noticing me on his member. It was while he was sucking his seed off his finger that a startled look crossed his face. I was touched as I realized Ken thought he might have swallowed me. It was nice to see that Ken, a macro, really did care about what happened to me, who happened to be nothing more than a bug compared to him. I did not want to cause him too much worry, so I stroked the enormous ebony cock that I was sitting and when I felt that quiver of pleasure I knew I had been noticed even before Ken looked at me.

When Ken looked down on me with a relieved smile he said, "I thought I had lost you for a moment there."

"You nearly did," I said without any anger, but with a hint of amusement in my voice. "But this amazing ebony tower of yours gave me a lift to safety."

"I see," Ken said, "I guess it must really like you."

With as many times as Ken had used me as a sex toy tonight I thought he was telling the truth. I also had to wonder if that was Ken's way of leading into another game. That might have been nice, but I was really beat. I was also fairly certain I was going to be thoroughly bruised in the morning from hitting Ken's chest so hard earlier. Quite frankly, I was about to pass out for the night right on top of his cock. I eventually yawned and said to Ken, "I don't suppose you are thinking of any other games for the night."

Ken chuckled when I yawned, "No, no more games. I can see you've had it for the night and I think we've pushed your luck enough for one night. Maybe we can talk with Xun and figure out how to do this more safely for you when we do this again."

I felt myself swooning when Ken mentioned doing something like this again. While I may have nearly died, I really did want to do this again someday. Now that I knew Ken wanted to do it again too I could not have been happier. I had a broad grin as I said, "I look forward to that."

Ken smiled back equally as broadly as he said, "As do I. But, I've got to think about your safety for tonight too."

I cocked my head at him as I asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm sharing a bed with you tonight and I don't want to have to worry about rolling over on you all night long, so I need a safe place to put you."

"Did you have any place special in mind," I asked.

"Of course I do," Ken's smile turned very mischievous as he said that. Ken then took hold of me and started moving me down his cock and toward his sheath. It did not take a genius to figure out where I would be staying for the night. "If it's safe enough for my cock I'm sure it will keep you nice and safe too. Good night Wes."

He gave me just enough time to say good night before he gently worked me into his sheath. Inside his sheath I was surrounded by the warmth of Ken's body. The scent of his musk was thick in the air and I my body might have responded a bit more strongly to that if it were not for how exhausted I was. Instead, I was lulled to sleep by the warmth surrounding me. I did remember what that dragon had told me about how he had broken those other people by keeping them tied to his member for a few days and I wondered what would happen to me if I stayed in Ken's sheath all night long. Then I chuckled to myself as I fell asleep, thinking I would probably wake up with the strongest case of morning wood I ever had in my life.

******

I did feel a little guilty about shoving Wes into my sheath like that. Chances were he would probably enjoy the experience, but I knew the types of things prolonged exposure to a macro's pheromones could do to a micro's mind. One night would not break him, but I doubted he would ever be able to be satisfied by another micro ever again. He did have me though, and I did not plan on abandoning him anytime soon. And frankly, just the thought of him with another micro offended my macro side. Wes was mine now and any micro that thought they could have him would find itself little more than an insignificant stain beneath my paws.

Maybe I would be able to convince Wes to move in with me. It was not like there was a lack of room for him. I probably would not have to do much convincing either. My macro side was certainly looking forward to having a micro on hand whenever I wanted one. It was already tempting me to start fondling my sheath with Wes still in it. I knew that would lead to another game that he just was not up to for now. This time I did manage to bring my macro side under control, which did relieve me quite a bit. If I could still get it under control I stood a good chance of preventing myself from going on a rampage. But, I think my macro side might have just been looking forward to the morning when Wes would be good and rested. As I drifted off to sleep, feeling more satisfied than I had in a long time, I could not help but think I would be waking up with a pretty strong case of morning wood with a nice little micro waiting to play with me. Yes, my macro side really enjoyed that thought and put a smile on my face as I drifted into a deep and pleasant slumber.