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Jerry panted heavily and looked around in the dark space. What had gotten into Thomas! That physco wanted to play some sick game and now he was merely a foot tall and hiding in a dark space away from the tiger and his paws.

It started a normal day. Thomas said he was bored and asked Jerry if he wanted to hang out. The fox agreed, for he had nothing doing either. It was a short walk to the purple tiger's house and within a few moments of knocking on the door, Thomas answered.

The tiger was huge compared to the fox. The fox's snout only reached to his chest. This was always a thing Thomas teased him about.

"Hey shorty, how are things from down there?"

Thomas would teasingly ruffle his head before turning back to the house.

"Hey! I'm not short, you're just tall."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that"

Jerry simply huffed and followed Thomas to the couch. He plopped down and laid back to watch the movie Thomas was watching. The tiger confidentally pushed his paws against Jerry in a domineering attitude, knowing the fox wouldn't stop him. Jerry gulped as his face grew into a blush, but that only encouraged the tiger to continue his exploits of the fox.

"Hey Jerry, I got a game in mind that I've been wanting to try if you're up for it.

"What is it..."

"Oh don't be like that! It's just a simple hide and go seek with an added twist I made of my own. It's a surprise, so you have to close your eyes and wait for me to give it to you."

Jerry was curious about what this twist was and decided to play along. He closed his eyes shut. For a few moments, nothing happened. Suddenly, his clothes started to feel looser. He opened his eyes to see that Thomas's eyes were glowing a demonic green, a cruel smirk was plastered on his face as he watched his friend drindle in size.

"Thomas, what the fu-"

Before he could finish his curse, the fox dissepeared into a pile of his clothing. A squirming lump was all that remained inside that shirt of his, and Thomas pulled him out to slump facedown in front of his paw. Jerry was now only a foot long.

"This is the game! I'll count to sixty, and you'll have to hide around my house for the rest of the day. If you manage to escape my grasp until sunrise, I'll let you go! If I catch you, you'll become my paw toy..."

"Thomas, this isn't a joke! Turn me back right now."

The tiger simply smirked at Jerry with an evil gaze and patted his tiny head with one large finger from his hand.

"You're a micro now, you don't get a say in this game. Besides, you always liked my paws, don't you want a more intimate life with them?"

Jerry was about to protest, but he remembered what the tiger just said and shut his mouth. He tried to calm his beating heart.

"Alright, I'm going to count to sixty, and you better haul ass. You're not as big as you used to be and it's quite far away to the good hiding spots in the house for you."

He dropped the fox between his large toes to tease the fox. "Just a reminder of what's soon to be your lot in life" He clenched the fox's head between them. Though he was a foot tall, he was not a thomas paw tall. Indeed, he was rather short and only came to his large sole pads.

Jerry grunted and growled "Just start counting" Thomas simply chuckled in a deep purr. "Eager to become my toy, I see. Very well... 1, 2, 3"

Though he started counting, his eyes were still fixed on the fox in front of him.

"Hey, You're supposed to shut your eyes!"

"Am I? Where does it say in our little game that I had to do that? Better hurry, clock's counting down and the best hiding spots are farrrrrr away."

He let a purr accentuate that word. Jerry had no choice, he grunted and pushed himself off the tiger's paws onto the soft couch. He looked down to the worringly far jump he'd have to make to get down.

"10, 11, 12. Aww, someone stuck on the big couch, afraid of snapping his legs on the drop down? Tell you what, I'll take you down there in exchange for 20 seconds off my time, I'll even pause it while I put you down."

The fox looked around for any sort of ledge or something to get himself close to the ground. He couldn't go to the side of the couch cushion for fear of getting stuck, and the cushion itself provided no real way down its edge.

"Going once... going twice..."

"Fine, deal!"

The tiger simply smirked before he grabbed the fox by his scruffy back and put him down onto the hardwood floor.

"30, 31, 32..."

Jerry had to hurry. He looked to the kitchen and began to ran as hard as he ever did in his life. It was a great distance for one so small, practically being a 200 meter sprint. He darted through the corner to the white tiled kitchen. He had never been so scared before in his life! This had to be some sick joke of Thomas, he'd never really turn Jerry into his little paw toy, would he?

The fox wasn't willing to find out. He had to hide... somewhere. He looked around, anywhere for a knack he could hide under. There! There was a small gap underneath the stove, he could hide in there for a while. The fox moved and pushed himself into the small crevice. Jerry grunted in disgust, his body was soon covered in some charred remains that were swept under the stove, and waited with baited breath.

"58, 59, 60! Ready or not, here I come Jerry."

He could hear the tiger's deep booming voice, with a chorus of steps added after it as Thomas walked into the kitchen. He could see the big purple four toed paws of the tiger. "come out, come out where ever you are!" Jerry tried to calm down his beating heart. The tiger looked around, and seemed to have been unable to find the fox. He stepped into the other room. Jerry calmed down. He could stay here all night, and the tiger would never find him!

This would have it been true... if a rather unfortunate event didn't happen to the poor fox. Ten minutes later, the fox spotted something that made his heart stop.

A spider, small and tiny to norms, was massive to micros! The fox always had a fear of spiders, and seeing one in detail slowly making its way to the stove was very unsettling even if it posed no threat to him. "Oh shit, get away get away get away."

as if it were spooked by something, it quickly made its way faster to Jerry's hiding hole. He cursed and tried to get out of the way, only to find that moving under the stove was nearly impossible. The fox grew more and more paniced, and by the time the spider reached where he was, the fox was absolutely terrified. "Shoo, get away!" he tried to swat at the spider. The spider wasn't amused and raised his fangs at the thing attacking him. The fox cursed to himself, that didn't help shit. He couldn't stay under here anymore, and now was desperate to get out. It seems though that getting in was then getting out, for there was a lip that made it hard to squeeze out. "Oh shit" He was pinned down. Squirming to try and get out, he looked behind him to see the spider crawling up to him. It seems he wasn't amused by the creature's attempts and wanted him out as much as the fox did. Growing more and more scared, the fox screamed as he finally managed to get out with an almost comic pop. The spider moved away from jerry, as if he was spooked by something. The fox knew why, as he soon heard the deep chuckling and the sounds of the tiger far away.

"Do I hear a tiny fox screaming for my paws?"

Oh shit, I'm in trouble now. Jerry could hear the tiger stepping towards the kitchen and he had to think fast. The stairs, no he couldn't climb those steps in time. The only place left was the tiger's very own room. It was unappealing, but he had no choice. Quickly, he bolted back to the living room, the oppisite direction of where he could hear the tiger's steps. It was a desperate sprint through the living room, Jerry certain that the tiger was going to spot him at any moment. The door to Thomas' room was slightly ajar.

He looked back to see the tiger looking around in the kitchen. It was risky, the door was barely wide enough to squeeze him through. If he pushed the door open accidentally though, it'd be obvious to the tiger nearby that it was open. He had no choice though.

Jerry calmed himself, and walked slowly to the door. He tried to flatten himself enough as possible to push through the door. He managed to squeeze his hand and paw through the door. With a grunt of exertion, he managed squeeze through the door into the darkness of the tiger's room. He didn't have much time, it wouldn't be long before the tiger searches in here. With the blinds and the sun down, Jerry had no idea where to go. He simply had to go forward and try to find a hiding place. He raised his small hands and prepared to make his way slowly through the darkness. It was agonizingly slow traversing the carpeted floor of the tiger's. His smell faintly lingered in the air.

The fox finally manage to hit something. His hands came across hard wood and explored around for any places to climb. It was easily climbable though and the fox made his way upwards into the tight space. Once he climbed up, the fox would feel the ground to be some fabric, very large to the fox like some loose soft rug. It was pitch black in the closet with the fox unable to see anything. He felt his way through the dark space with careful exploration until his paws came across what felt like a rough sleeping bag. Just as Jerry tried to explore what this tent was, he heard the door creak open! It was too late to go anywhere else, so he slid his way into that rough bag, sliding his way to hide.

He heard the lights come on, and held his breath. His body couldn't stop shaking with fear. Seconds to turn to hours and hours turned to eternity in that dark space as he heard the tiger go through hiding holes. His heart stopped as the door opened and the light flooded the cave. Jerry cursed silently, he had snuck into Thomas' closet and was hiding in one of his socks! It must have been a freshly bought one, for it didn't reek of the tiger stench. Through the strings of the sock, Jerry looked at the giant tiger in fear. Those big eyes of the tiger searched through the contents of the closet, his hands searching through any corner he could find. Thomas stopped, and a great smirk coated his face that filled the fox with dread.

"I found you! A lump in my sock, that shall be your cage when I am done with you."

Before Jerry could react, the sock was lifted up to the tiger's eyes and brought upside down. The fox clung to the fabric in desperation but with a few jiggles he fell right into the Tiger's outstretched paw. Jerry landed softly onto that furred tiger like hand of Thomas, the four fingered hand enclosed around the fox.

"I caught you, and you know what happened when you lose..."

Jerry tried to yell out at Thomas, to try and escape to get free again. The tiger was heading to the bed to sit down, and in a moment the darkness surrounding the fox opened up to a large paw pad waiting for him. Before he could escape, he was smushed against it and his head stuck between two toes that locked him in a tight grip. Thomas purred before his other paw came down to casually rub against the fox's backside, pushing him further into that musky smell of Thomas. It smelled very strongly, the fox was getting a full whiff of the tiger's musky paws. Even just a few moments made the fox squirm to get out only for his resistance to pleasure Thomas. "Yes... keep struggling, I'd knew you'd make an excellent paw toy."

Thomas laid back and watched as the fox squirmed, his hand reaching down to stroke his already semi erect shaft. He shifted his paws and caused the fox to land on the paw pad like a bed. He raised the paw over Jerry's head and issued a simple command "Lick your master's paw"

Jerry, afraid for his life, obeyed and opened his tongue to lick at that paw pad. It bent a bit to his tongue, and the texture was a bit rough and very warm to the tongue, with the taste of sweat mixed into the mix. He bent forward and rubbed at the paw pad as well much to the tiger's pleasure. Thomas watched onwards, his stroking growing faster as the fox continued his humilating worship of the tiger's pads. The tiger moved his pad downwars for Jerry to get at his large four toed paws, wider then the fox's head. He was forced to hug it close to him in order to lick Thomas' big toe, the toe bending down to smush his pad against the fox's muzzle. His surprised gasp only lead him to take a big whiff of the tiger's musk. His disgust and attempt to get away only pleasured Thomas who was so very close to his climax. He grabbed Jerry and pushed him against his cock.

The fox protested and tried to get out of Thomas' tight grip to no avail. Soon the tiger growled in pleasure as he came hard, coating his hand and the fox in a sticky warm mess of the tiger's goo. He felt helpless and humilated in the tiger's prescene. It was fitting of his new role in life, to spend the rest of his days worshiping the Tiger's musky paws and to be used to wipe his cum off.

Thomas chuckled and wiggled his toes. "You're going to make a good paw slut, toy." He brought Jerry back to his paws. Jerry was humilated, but he had a way out. He just had to wait till Thomas fell asleep and he could escape. His hopes were dashed though when Thomas pulled out the sock Jerry was hiding in. "Since you were so eager to hide in my sock, I figured you can join my paw in company in it" He smushed the fox against his paw pad and brought the sock down before pulling it tight. Jerry made a little imprint pushed against the soft pad. It was hell to the fox, as even though he could get air, it was heavily filled with the tiger's paw musk.

The tiger laid back and smirked. "Goodnight my little slave" Thomas turned off the lights, and fell asleep with jerry pinned against his paw helplessly.