Insatiable
Just a little gift I wrote for FA: Dylan :3
Feedback is appreciated. <3
Insatiable A malicious grin spread across the young rabbit's muzzle, as he gazed down into a clear glass jar. He dragged his tongue across his two front teeth, fixing his gaze on a little wolf. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you.." Dylan murmured, the comment more for himself than the little shivering canine. "It's just a shame you're the last one. I'll make sure to spend a good an' long time with you, before.. Well.. You know." The lagomorph scooted his chair back, and propped a shoe-clad foot onto his thigh. He slid the jar closer to the edge of the desk; a little less than half of the glass bottom ended up hanging over the edge. The poor micro inside the jar backed up against one of the rounded walls. He seemed to be trying to get the rabbit's attention; he waved, jumped, and made a flurry of movements. Dylan shrugged and returned to the matter at hand- or rather, foot! He gently grasped either side of the worn shoe, and rolled his ankle in circular motions. "These have been baking -all- day, just for you! You're special, after all. You're the last micro in the pack!" The bunny smiled innocently, and slowly slid his foot out of it's restrictive prison. "After I use you, I'll probably buy another pack. You guys are cheap, after all." A sigh of relief escaped Dylan's lips, as the shoe clattered to the ground with a hollow clump. His foot glistened in the bright light; there was a thin film of sweat, which covered the entirety of the vast foot. This caused the fur there to appear matted and wet; the slight breeze from the air vent blew a couple of wet hairs around. The large pads, however, were just beginning to expand! Being stuck in a stuffy shoe caused them to naturally flatten and compress, in order to properly fit. Now, the pads rose like baked bread. The little wolf wrinkled his nose, and cupped both paws over it. The smell was dizzying; heady, bitter, and very musky. He could only watch in horror, as the rabbit boy pushed a finger against his heelpad, causing it to wrinkle slightly, as his finger sunk in. The rabbit dragged his finger upwards, collecting sweat and little grits that ended up trapped in his shoe. Once again, the cheerful lagomorph spoke. "Be a good boy and lick!" He restrained a giggle, as he brought his hand to the jar, and easily slid his thin wrist into the glass prison. Dylan held a single finger out; the finger that was damp with sweat. The fur on that finger was slightly dirty, due to the collection of sweat and what-have-you, from the bunny's foot. The micro, deciding it was better not to test the giant, leaned in and pressed his cold little nose against the damp fur. The musky scent assaulted his nose, and he reflexively wrinkled it in disgust. Under any other circumstance, he would've refused, except he had seen what the rabbit was capable of; remorseless and cruel snuffing. The poor wolf squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth, and proceeded to drag his tongue along the salty and bitter tasting fur. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from gagging. "That's it.. Good boy.." The rabbit murmured, watching the wolf through lidded eyes. He enjoyed every moment of the power he held over the wolf. It was intoxicating, and corrupting. Soon enough, the finger-licking was not enough. He needed more than that. "C'mere..." He huffed out, roughly pinching the mutt between two fingers. He slid his hand back out through the opening of the jar, and moved the wolf down to his foot, which had since been resting on his thigh. He grinned, front teeth poking out of his muzzle. "If you do a good job, I'll consider sparing you.." The terrified lupine nodded as quickly as he could; he thought his neck would break. Once he was wedged between a set of colossal toes, he began to lick. It was an arduous task, considering his own size, and the amount of buildup from the long day. With a quiet groan, the micro brought his muzzle within centimeters of a hot, slick, and fur covered wall; the inner side of the rabbit's toe. He pressed the tip of his tongue right into a particularly salty area, and clutched his belly as he felt it growling out in protest. Everything in him was screaming at him not to do what he was about to do. By this point, death didn't seem like -such- a bad option. "You'll have to lick faster than that! It's almost like you don't wanna live!" The rabbit commented, wiggling his toes to push the wolf to lick. The threat was effective, since Dylan soon felt a tiny spot of cool ( compared to his sweltering toecrotch, of course!) spreading along the inner side of his middle toe. He sighed and slid further back in his seat, eyes fully closed now. He was content to enjoy the micro's little tongue. Five minutes passed, and the rabbit stirred. The licking was beginning to feel somewhat repetitive and boring. Besides, the wolf hadn't even finished off the spot yet! With another squirm, Dylan reached down and slipped a finger into the tight space where the wolf was. He felt around the sweaty fur, until he found the miserable little wolf. "Mmph. Time to spice it up.." He muttered to himself, as he ground the mutt into the sweaty and musky fur. He was vaguely aware of the wolf's protesting. The poor micro's face was smeared beneath fur, and up against hot flesh. His fur collected an appalling amount of the rabbit's grime and sweat. Every inch of his bruised body was matted and smeared with a variety of things found between Dylan's toes. The Lagomorph smirked, angling his finger into the wolf's chest, crushing the air out of his victim's lungs. "Mmh.. Smell that?" The rabbit chuckled, as he dragged the wolf downwards, more towards his upturned sole. His finger pressed the poor micro into hot and moist flesh, forcing him to sink into the middle of Dylan's soft sole. The little wolf was dragged across every inch of the rabbit's sweaty footpaw. He'd been stuffed into sweaty toecrotches, pressed beneath blunt claws, and smeared across a vast sole. He was -very- well acquainted with Dylan's foot-perhaps more than he would've liked. The rabbit glanced up from his desk, at the large clock on the wall. It seemed he was going to be late to class! Wordlessly, Dylan flicked the micro into a shoe, and stuffed his foot in afterwards. He wiggled his foot around, getting his large footpaw comfortable in the shoe. With a soft hum, Dylan made his way to the other side of his dorm room, and picked up his small leather backpack. He slung it on, turned on his heels, and walked out of the dorm. Dylan doubted the wolf would survive for the remaining four hours, but if he somehow did, he'd make sure to give him an uninterrupted session of footplay. --- Addendum --- The inside of the rabbit's shoe was hell. It was cramped, hot, soaked, and smelly. Each breath was laced with Dylan's strong scent, mixed with an earthy musk that seemed to come from the shoe itself! Unfortunately for the micro, he wasn't even allowed to keep that dank air in his lungs. Each step forced the air out of his lungs, only for him to breathe it back in when the pressure subsided.
Surely, the micro wished he was dead. The whites of his eyes were an irritated red, due to the rabbit's salty sweat dripping into them. His fur was matted and clumped; coated in hot sweat. His nose was bloody from being constantly jabbed deep into Dylan's heated solepad. Surely, he wouldn't last more than another hour.
The first thing Dylan did when he returned home, was to check the inside of his shoe. He grinned eagerly, as he sat on his couch, and propped his foot on his thigh. A swift tug later, and his bare foot was freed from its prison. "Knew it!" Dylan giggled out, as he prodded at a bloody spot on his sole. He peeled off a tattered pelt, and popped it into his mouth. He hummed happily, suckling on the salty tasting fur. "Mm.. Much better than fox."