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Bat Relief

"Comeon! Your paws smell," Noxxy states, squirming beneath the sole of an enormous wolf-- at least until Jevin simply splays a pair of toes out and smothers the bat's head between them. He squeezes a little and shifts the toes side to side, smearing and miring Noxxy's fur until it's filled with the damp, sweatty residue present between. The humid, musky scent fills every breath Noxxy takes, leaving him suddenly docile; breathing gently and taking in the humid smell. Hesitantly, he snakes his tongue out of his muzzle and slathers it into the wolf's sweatty toecrotch, working his head more deeply between the toes in order to clean a little more thoroughly.

"See? If you'd stop complaining and just get to work you might actually like it," Jevin states, watching the bat's now eager tongue work against the crotch of his comparatively enormous digits. The bat says nothing for a moment, leaving the room to be filled with the sound of tongue scraping against fur.

SCHLICK, SCHLICK, mmfmf mmfmf mfmff, SCHLICK.

"What was that?" Jevin asks.

Noxxy tugs his head back, panting softly. His body is visibly redder though it's not clear whether it's the heat from Jevin's foot or the embarrassment the bat would naturally feel at having to lick someone's feet. "I said I'm only doin' it because you won't stop bein' a jerk if I don't!"

"A jerk, huh? Y'know the deal, Nox," Jevin states dryly before he tugs his toes backwards and picks the little 2 inch tall bat up between a pair of fingers. "And y'know, I'm thinkin' I wanna take a cooldown walk."

"Finally, just put me back by my computer and give me my cloaker and I'll seeya la--"

"Nope, you're coming with," Jevin states before dropping the bat down into his shoe. Immediately the little thing can smell the cooling, but still warm and smelly air rising all around him from the shoe he knows to be the one Jevin does work in.

"I am not going to--" he yelps and begins to scramble as Jevin's foot moves towards him. The bat quickly climbs out of the shoe and tumbles to the floor. He tries to stand but Jevin's heel comes down on his back and forces him flat against the floor on his belly.

"GACK!" he shouts, struggling for a moment before he gives in; sweat from Jevin's heel soaking into his backside and leaving it a little damp. "Okay okay!" Nox wheezes before Jevin lets him up. The bat stands up and huffs, looking up at the enormous wolf for a moment. He lets out a sigh and looks at the shoe.

"Just be careful, alright?" he almost pleads before he climbs up the side of the wolf's footwear and stumbles into it. The warm smell of feet fills his nose again and as he climbs further into the shoe he can feel his hands and knees becoming wet from residue dampness soaked up by the insole he's climbing over.

"Good boy," Jevin states before sliding his foot into the shoe. He can feel Nox's body beneath the ball and shifts a pair of toes so that the bat's head is between them again. Once his foot is secure, the wolf begins to walk; making certain he presses down on Nox in a way that keeps the bat from crushing but also exaggerates the pressure around him. He can even feel the little bat exhale a little every time he steps down. Poor thing.

"Mmff... ugh..." Nox moans as the wolf's paw rhythmically compresses him into the wet insole. He can feel small amounts of sweat seeping up from the damp fabric and further miring his fur and flesh in the scent of his enormous room mate. He both loves and hates this part; heat and moisture fills the shoe so that all he can breathe is the warm, almost hallucinogenic scent of Jevin's foot. On the down side, even if he's breathing hard he ends up fatigued. He can't get enough air-- he swears he'll die inside of the wolf's shoe one day doing this. Imagine that? An up and coming writer and soon to be college graduate found dead inside of some wolf's shoe? Suffocated on footmusk and sweat... he trembles in pleasure at the thought.

THUMP

WHUMP

"uuuugghhh..." Nox groans as the paw presses down firmly, forcing all air from his lungs before it lets up and he's free to breathe again. Why does he have to like feet so much? Why can't he just feel mad at Jevin for doing this to him?

"J-jevin!" He squeaks weakly, squirming some and trying to get the wolf's attention. Luckily, Jevin's foot stops pounding him and suddenly the pressure is removed. The foot doesn't leave but Nox is given enough room to shift himself and so he does; repositioning so that his face is under one of Jevin's toepads. He begins grinding his tongue in place, tugging sweat and the small amount of dirt that'd built up onto his tongue; cleaning Jevin's toe obediently while shivering with a pleasure he normally tries to hide from others.

"Aww," Jevin states with a smirk when he feels it. He wiggles his toe a little in his shoe. "Getting a bit warm in there?" he asks before suddenly pressing his toe forwards.

THUMP

Nox groans as the toe rams into his chest and face, grinding and overpowering him with every grinding movement against the toe-section of Jevin's shoe.

"Helpless little thing," Jevin states as he grinds and rubs his toe in place. He notices the bat's wings wrap around his toe and a subtle humping motion, which makes him grin a little. He holds his toe there and presses down hard one more time; forcing Nox to exhale before he tugs his foot out of his shoe, staring down at the now very red bat clinging to his toepad. It's still not clear whether Nox is just blushing or incredibly hot-- or both. It's probably the latter, though.

"Jerk!" Nox shouts before he falls back to the floor and stares up at Jevin's enormous paw looming overhead. Jevin presses it to the floor before Nox, watching the bat crawl forward and press his face to one, nuzzling and licking into the sweatty digit for a moment.

"I know, I know," Jevin chuckles. Nox hears a familiar *CLANG* as a small, silver ring hits the floor. He lowers his ears, then quickly walks over to grasp his cloaker, slipping it onto his finger and suddenly standing just a bit shorter than the wolf.

"Phew! You smell like feet, Nox," Jevin states with a smirk.

"Shutup," the bat mutters before tugging one of Jevin's much more manageable paws into his lap. He breathes in the scent before he begins to quickly grind his tongue about the wolf's sole, burying his face against the padding while he cleans. "Were they rough with you today?" he asks.

"Yea," Jevin says, lifting his arm to reveal a bruise along his right side. "Norms always get rough, though. S'long as I come back alive it'll be alright, yea?" The wolf states, sighing as the bat's attentions to his feet help relieve the stress from the day. He looks at his own cloaker for a moment, twisting it around his finger.

"You'd think they'd lighten up. You do everything they tell you to do!" Nox pulls Jevin's other foot after finishing the first, now pressing his muzzle between the toes to lick and clean there.

SCHLICK, SCHLIK, SCLICK

"They're norms," Jevin states, rubbing over his ears. "And we need the living space. We can't pay'em so we do what we can I guess. Just be glad you don't have to deal with them," he states with a chuckle. "You just have to deal with me."

"Yea, not easily done sometimes," Nox states. "You're gonna kill me one day and then you'll -really- feel bad."

"Yea right, you enjoy it," Jevin replies, squeezing his toes around Nox's muzzle and leaving the bat to blush a little more strongly before he begins kissing against the ball of Jevin's foot; lips pressing into the supple padding.

"Shutup."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It's like you said before," the wolf states, tugging his foot away and reaching down to pet over Nox's head. The bat stares up at the other micro curiously. "Better we do it to one another than having some norm doing it to us. At least I know-- and you know that neither of us would ever do anything fatal."

Nox grins a little. "Yea, that's true. Still, I hope I get that job on-campus. Then we wouldn't have to put ourselves in danger just to keep a home."

"Me too," the wolf replies before standing and helping Nox to his feet. "Let's go get dinner, huh? But first you gotta shower. You smell like feet."

"I smell like -your- feet," Nox states as he follows the wolf towards the bathroom.

"That's a good point, and as good a smell as I think it is on you, I don't think others would appreciate."

"If I don't shower, the next time you smell like my feet you have to skip the shower too."

"Yea right."