Just Deserts
Just Deserts
One day, when the sun was high in the sky and the air was warm; the tiger named Megumi padded hungrily through the forest, and finally came upon the old crow she had been searching for the past week.
"So this will make me big?" Megumi asked.
The old crow nodded with a wide smile. "Oh big indeed. Big big big. Bigger than you are, and you're already big."
That wasn't a lie. She was big. Bigger than most others. Bigger the Springer, her traveling companion, who she liked because he was small. She wasn't big enough though. No, she wanted to be big. Much bigger. Huge. Grand. Megumi watched the black bird caw and squawk, left claw high and coiled around a plant root, right claw used for balance on her perch, digging deep into the wood. Sometimes her wings would beat the air and she would better balance before she stood still. "Interested, you are, aren't you? Be big. Be great. You cats. Always the same. You want it? Yes or no?"
Megumi gave a wide smile. She was big as is of course, but of course, she could always be bigger. Much, much bigger. How delightful that would be. Huge. Gigantic. A goddess. "I want it."
"Good, good," the crow croaked. "Good indeed. Enjoy it, while it lasts. Nothing last forever. And there's always a cost."
A loud caw. The crow dropped the plant at the front paws of the tiger, who quickly gathered the plant up, holding it with her lips and front teeth. Her tongue slid out, gathering it up and scooping it back, and a moment later she gagged. It tasted revolting. Not just like the normal badness of plants (they just didn't give the same that warm meat did), but something even worse. Like rotted carrion. Like rotted carrion drenched in sea-salt and dirt. The horrible taste on her tongue. She wanted to wretch and vomit. She did wretch, but kept her jaws closed as she slowly tilted her head back and let the plant slide to the back of her throat. She breathed heavy, panting and wheezing, trying to swallow the awful thing, constantly thinking about being big, being big.
She rolled onto her back, moaning and whining at the taste. "What was that?" she demanded of the crow.
"Everything has a price. Everything. Be big, eat awful."
Megumi blinked once, now feeling faint, and pawed at her face. "What did you?" she asked. "What did you feed me?"
"Be big, be big," the crow kept cawing, until she couldn't hear him anymore.
She woke up the next day, with a throbbing head ache, and she decided she would kill that crow, provided all that had transpired hadn't been a dream. She opened her eyes, blurry and tired, then set her head down. What was the point of getting up? No reason to hunt for that old crow today, save if she wanted to rip its little head off and eat it. That could make her feel better, and get the awful taste off her tongue. She would send Springer out for something, and pawed at where he lay. She could smell him, without opening her eyes. He must have come looking for her, after she passed out, and found her, and slept by her. She smiled. A good little partner for life. She continued pawing, but didn't find him, which got annoying.
Springer woke with a yelp at the sound of a massive crashing just in front of him. He leapt to his feet, snarling and yapping for a fight, (he had fully expected to find a bear) but found nothing. Just vast expanse of crushed trees.
Megumi continued pawing hungrily, wanting to squeeze the wolf's body into her, but he kept groping grass, not fur, and defeated, opened her eyes and lifted her head. "Springs?" She couldn't see him, but that didn't immediately concern her. What concerned her was the fact that the grass had somehow grown nearly to her knee. She blinked, rubbing her eyes, and with no small amount of fear, though that that damn root had shrunk her! But pawing at the grass, she realized something. It wasn't grass at all. But trees. Tiny, tiny trees. She nosed at them, sniffed them, licked them, to be sure, and yes. Trees. She looked around, smiling wide, beaming with pleasure and joy, her mind already racing.
Springer hadn't moved. He was breathing hard and panicking and just sat there, whimpering lowly. In front of him, the sheer amount of destruction. A massive, god like paw had descended from the sky and decimated the forest before him. He had heard short lived yelps and screams, chirps and screeches, then silence as the paw dropped down. He had backed away out of fear as the paw dropped again, but his tail touched something warm and furry, and he turned to come see a massive sea of blinding white. In a dumb panicking he moved forward to sniff this furry wall, and confirmed it was a mass of white fur. But it was when he heard his name that his ears nearly shattered, and he fell to the ground, crying and holding his ears.
"Megumi!" he howled, as loud as he possible could. Megumi looked around, confused; the howl seemed to come from down low. And finally she turned her head down and spied the brown and black spec. Megumi lowered her massive muzzle down and down, eyes focusing slowly on the spec and picking it out. "S-Springs?"
He tried backing away, but she shifted, and moved a paw to his backside, sliding him forward. "Megumi?" Springer passed a paw to her nostril to be sure she was real, and feeling not only the firmness, but the warm exhale that blew him back, he confirmed this was no dream. Megumi didn't seem convinced though. Tigers, like wolves, relied on all their senses, vision and smell most, but touch and sound, and even taste came into play. The sudden suction of her nostril caught him. He yelped, grabbing at the ground for a grip, and though his sharp claws dug into the soil, the gust was too strong. He felt himself drawing closer, slowly sliding along the ground towards the vacuum. Either she didn't hear him, or she didn't care, because the suction didn't let up. Even when his hind paw touched the soft, wet outer skin and he struggled against it, trying to keep out of the dark cavern. She stopped a moment, and he tried to slip out, but just like that she took another breath and he slide into the nostril, his waist sinking into the skin. "Megumi!" Finally she stopped, and there was a powerful gust that sent him back.
One more sense to confirm. Springer panted nervously, and was overjoyed when Megumi's muzzle lifted into the air. He thought she had finally finished. He caught his breath and slowed his heart, only to look up and see a massive pink wall descending. He barely screamed before Megumi dragged her tongue over the taste of wolf slowly, letting the rough appendage absorb every one of his furs in its exploration. Springer tried to howl again, but the tongue...his face buried in the wetness and he couldn't manage anything louder than a whimper.
Megumi picked him up and bore him to her mouth. After the first taste, she was sure, but she looked forward to replacing the awful taste of plant. Springer clawed and screamed, but she just kept licking.
When Megumi was finally done, she licked her lips and set him down. "It is you! Oh this is so amazing. It worked. It really worked."
"Megumi, what...what happened? What happened!" Megumi shrugged. Again, she lowered her muzzle and breathed deep, pulling him close.
"Just making sure," she said to the clearly frustrated lupine.
Springer growled and sat down, starting to clump the globs of drool out of his fur. "Was all that really necessary?"
Megumi smiled in the way she always did, and bent her head again, nuzzling him with her snout. "Just had to make sure, why? Didn't like it?" She flicked out her tongue again and ran it down his body.
"Megumi, we have important things to figure out. Like why there is a fifty foot tall tiger sitting next to me." He tried to keep his voice level but the stroking did indeed feel good.
It was then that Megumi decided to stand. The massiveness of her underbelly swept up past him with a gust of warm fur and then there was empty space, so fast he fell onto his rump. He looked up, falling over actually at the dizzying height. "How? Oh, I ate a magic herb."
Megumi picked him up between her two claws and examined him, as if momentarily undecided. He whimpered as he hung next to her wine colored eye, closing his eyes under the gaze. She sat down, crushing countless trees beneath her massive tail. Again, a few quickly screeches and howls before an eerie silence. Her tail wagged, and more screams, then more silence.
What was the point of being a goddess if you didn't have any subjects? Well, Springer would have to do until she found another pack. Very careful, she lowered him past her eyes, past her cheek, and to her lips, puckering and kissing him. She took a moment to sniff at him again, gathering his tasty scent. She stuck out her tongue and slowly rubbed his belly.
"Megumi?"
Did the mice she hunted as a kitten see her as a goddess? She was a massive, powerful creature, who controlled their life, held it in her paw every time she cornered one and played with it before dropping it down her throat. Now, what was Springer but a mouse? She shifted her grip and pinched his tail, tilting her head back.
It was an idea she was more than ready to take, and slowly lifted the wolf higher until he was dangling pathetically. "Megumi!" Her tongue rubbed his face gently, curving around his snout, then up his neck and over his chest. He screamed again, as the grip on his tail suddenly let go. He fell onto the soft, wet sponge, yapping and howling in fear. Struggling for a grip.
Megumi, very slowly, just to be cruel, closed her jaws. Springers let out a wailing howl and cry as he clung to the bumpy tongue, sniveling and whining. Some part of him knew he should crawl up the buds towards the ever shrinking rays of light, but he just couldn't. Not just that he wouldn't make it, but the sheer thought of moving, he just couldn't manage. He closed his eyes, begging and whining. The ivory cage closed and he was left with only the streaks and slivers of light. Then, suddenly, Megumi closed her lips, and he dropped into a pitch black world.
This was definitely more fun than one kitten deserved. Her wolf, who was normally only a bit smaller, now reduced to little more than a mouse to her. She had always liked the taste of his fur, so she couldn't resist a few suckles and hard licks. She pushed him against the rough roof of her mouth, the texture holding him still as she started to rub her tongue over him. Suckles and licks.
Alright, now to test the next step. Slowly she tilted her head farther backwards, muzzle pointed to the sky. She felt the wet, furry bulk of Springer cling tighter to her tongue, all four feet and his tiny mouth nibbling, his belly pressed against it. Annoyed he wasn't eager to help her, she smashed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, stunning him to the point he started to slide. She felt his claws scraping at the buds, searching for another footing, but gravity and his slick body got the better of him, and he continued sliding along.
Megumi gasped, and gulped again, feeling him slide off the back of her tongue and reach her throat. Now when he kicked and stretched, it really hurt. To ease some pain, she rubbed her throat, pinching the top of the bulk and slowly letting it ease down. "Come on Springs, you're hurting me." Springer's muffled howls and yaps slowly died out as she felt him pass her collar bone, then continue down, past her breasts and finally reach the plumpness of her belly. She was finally relieved of the squirming at all, and simply lay back, enjoying the thrashing in her belly.
Inside her, it was all dark, but Springer somehow calmed down to the point he could stand. Beneath him, the "ground" shifted and splashed noisily. He splashed through, looking for an exit, but hit a fleshy barrier. "Megumi!" he shouted, pounding against the wall. "Megumi, please." He punched and clawed at the thick skin. He braced his feet in the soft ground and pushed with all his might, when the wall suddenly pushed back and he fell on his tail.
The sounds. He had to cover his ears. The sounds were so intense. Above him, there was the pounding of Megumi's heart, which seemed to rise in pace with each of his struggles. The gurgles of her acids around him as his fur started to be eaten away. And laughter. Low like thunder and rattling his bones, vibrating through his new home and keeping him from getting a balance.
"Come on," she said, poking her stomach again. "Tickle, it feels sooo good. Please." She huffed, again annoyed that he wasn't willing to help her enjoy her full size. She thought of leaving him in there as a punishment and just finding someone else, but there was no telling when that would be, and she didn't want to have to wait. She rolled over to her four legs and stood. Putting her hind quarters in the air, she lowered her head and started heaving. She hacked and coughed, like she had a hair ball. It was like the reverse of swallowing him. The first time she felt him, was when he passed behind her breasts, and get stuck. She growled, the pain of his thrashing again hurting her until she heaved and felt him squirm past her collar bone. Finally she felt rawness in her throat as Springer squirmed up to come to rest on her tongue. She felt the tiny heaving of his chest up and down, up and down, so he wasn't dead. Resting her chin on the ground, she rolled out her tongue and let him slide down to the ground and rest in a pool of spit.
She smiled wide, and lowered onto her belly, tail wagging and batting away a dozen trees with its sweeping arcs. She folded her arms under her chin, resting her head. Her pink tongue licked her lips. "You dead?" she asked, giving him a poke with her sheathed claw.
Springer spat out large globs of spit and stomach acid, taking a sudden breath. He stumbled and swam through the pool of drool to the end, reaching soft dry ground and collapsing.
"Oh come on, don't be such a baby," Megumi said. She gave him another poke, this time into his stomach, and he spat out another wad of yellow muck. "What else can we do?" she asked, thinking to herself. Springer waved his hand pleadingly. "Too tired for anything intense?" she purred.
"Megumi, please."
"How about a paw rub?"
With some reserve of strength, he sat up, pushing his forepaws behind him and staring into the massive eyes of the tigress. "You can't be serious."
"Rub my paws, or my paws rub you." She plucked him up again, by the nape, and though he feared the intimacy of her mouth, he didn't have the strength to resists. Instead she rolled onto her back and set him down at her belly. Slowly, he dragged him through the fur of her white underbelly, until he was relatively dry. Then, sitting up, she set him down between her legs, a bit far from her groin. She pulled her left leg close, and then pushed it forward, exposing the pad to him.
"Megumi. Please."
"Oh, it's alright Springs. You don't have to beg. Go ahead." She growled softly, bending her paw forward and dropping it down onto his small body. He came to life immediately, fighting and punching and scratching the black leather pad. He growled and scratched, biting the thick leather. To his surprise, it let off, and he heard an intense rumble in the air. "S-stop. That tickles."
Springer groaned, slowly gathering his strength and standing up. Megumi smiled wide. "Paw rub and I won't eat you. Deal?" He gave a weak, affirmative noise as he slowly moved towards her large foot. It was just huge. If he stood on his hind legs, he would only reach a third of the way up. He hoped that would satisfy her. She bent and poked him with the toe. "Come on."
Springer sighed, and rose to his hind legs, giving the center a little push with all his might. Megumi shivered, and her tail, held to the side of her body, gave a little thump of the ground that made him nearly fall. He lowered to his knees and put both paws to the heel. He dug his claws in, rubbing with the tips of his finger and thumb. Megumi had rather nice paws actually, along with every other part of her body. The warm leather padded, sort of squishy when he pushed against it. He pushed his muzzle forward, sniffing the deep scent of the fur cracking up between the leather pads. Not a sweaty odor. But there was a strong earthy scent, very pleasing and pleasant. He reached as high as he could and dragged his claw over, watching the massive appendage tingle and quiver.
The tiger shrieked and pulled her foot back, struggling to keep her mouth shut and stifling the laughter. "Ticklish?" he asked.
Megumi's tail thumped the ground. "Just finish up." Springer backed away as the foot came close, avoiding being crushed by it. Megumi shivered and shook in anticipation. "S-Springer." She lifted off the ground slightly then dropped down, shivering again and stretching her foot farther into him, smashing him with the sole. He fell back.
Just by chance, he peeked around the inside sole of her foot, and had a clear view between her legs. She was rubbing herself, slowly and tender. Very careful, very gentle. He just stared at her, transfixed a while, until she bopped him on the head with her foot, ordering him to continue. Sighing, he continued the nuzzles and soft licks, squeezing the cracked leather and kissing the spots of fur. He didn't even have to see what she was doing, he could smell it. Her arousal rolled out from between her legs in waves. It was like his nose was buried between her legs.
This at least wasn't as bad as being eaten. In fact, this was rather pleasant. She was warm and the pads were squishy and sleek. He was caught off guard when she pinched him by the nape and lifted him up; dangling him off the ground he had stood on before. She stretched out her legs fully and started at him. "What now?" he growled. She didn't answer. She simply dropped him. And he found himself falling, and fully expecting the impact to kill him. But he didn't land on the hard forest ground. He landed one something soft and warm, and after just a moment realized he was lying on the inside base of Megumi's tail. "Oh crap," he muttered.
Megumi pushed up onto her arms and sat down fully. Her tail rather easily slid into the cleft of her buttocks, and she weighed her full weight down until she could feel Springer's desperate fidgets and scrapes against her very tender skin. Oh! That felt amazing. The rubbing and clawing and biting. She felt him squirming and wiggling towards her front, so she placed a gentle paw at her vagina, to rub herself but also put her middle claw at his escape and kept him where he would give her the most pleasure. And he did. Such pleasure. She growled and roared happily, all four of the wolf's legs and even his muzzle fighting and rubbing against her. She rolled onto her back again, but kept her tail and paw where they were, to keep Springer in his place and prevent escape.
"Grrr, oooo," she moaned. She found him with her middle claw and carefully pushed him to the puckered hole of her anus. Springer braced himself on her black rim, struggling to stay out, but she shifted her grip and put a claw on the back of his head, before burying his snout inside her and slowly pushing him up. Her sharp ears just barely made out the muffle howl, but she felt the vibration of his jaws and neck and arms as they sunk inside her. Again, she shifted her grip, putting her claw to the seat of his tail, and pushed him up. She felt his shoulders and forepaws slide inside and stretch the hungry passage, making it easier to slide him in to his waist.
"Ah...Springs, I'm so close," she said. She roared, a roar that broke the few untouched trees and sent birds and animals running in fear. Every muscle in her body tightened. The pain was agonizing, but then she released, wetting her massaging paw with her juice. Another roar and she dropped her head back, then her four legs fell to her sides and she just lay there. She felt Springer, still squirming, and clenched her lower half, trying to push him out, but that didn't do much. In fact, when she stopped pushing to take a breath, she felt him squirm in deeper, the strong muscles pulling him back.
"Springs," she whined. "You got to be still." He didn't seem to be listening. He just kept fighting and fighting, and she just clenched and sucked his tiny body in deeper with pleasurable shakes. Growling she rose to all fours then lowered her upper half down to the ground for balance. Spreading her hind legs apart, then her cheeks with her paws, she took a deep breath and pushed with all her might. This time, she didn't stop pushing to breath. She kept the pressure building and pushed. She felt him squeeze out, squirming and fighting her the whole way. When he was mostly out, she reached back and pinched his hips, then with one final squeeze, pulled him out.
She rolled over, laying on her side, then her back, and placed Springer, limp and looking dead, on her belly fluff.
She stretched once, and yawned. Wow, all this excitement, she was rather tired. The sun was setting over the horizon anyway. If Springer lived through the night, she would have more fun with him tomorrow.
The sun was high when she woke next, in the middle of the sky, and she realized she had slept the whole night and most of the morning away. She yawned wide and stretched and rubbed her belly, expecting to find Springer, but her claws sifted through empty fur. She huffed, annoyed he had run away from her, and stood up.
She yawned again, rubbing her eyes and looking around, only to see a vast sea of black in front of her, as far to the left and as far to the right as she could manage. Straight up it spiraled into the sky. Only the sun at the very center of the sky allowed it to shine over the horizon. That's why she had been asleep so long. The sun must have just hit her.
Springer woke with a broken moan, snarling and looking around. The ground was cold. He pawed at it, distinctly remembering falling asleep on top of Megumi. Not by his choice, but never the less, the ground should have been warm and furry and breathing. He looked around, and all around him was the evidence of her "play" (the devastated forest that was now barely a wasteland) but no Megumi. That was odd. It wasn't as if she would be difficult to miss, or even that there were trees she could hide behind. Finally he rolled over and looked down, to see the orange dot on the back ground.
"S-s..." she just couldn't figure out how to finish the word as his paw descended on her, blocking out the sun. The claws dug into the surrounding earth, digging it up, and took it, along with Megumi. She was lifted up, and turned upside down, before the paw finally opened, revealing the massive face of the wolf, a cruel grin on his face. His paw rose and pinched her by the tail, lifting her up and dropping the dirt back to the earth. She whimpered and shook, dangling along to his muzzle, then over his black snout and finally coming to rest just in front of his eye.
"Oh what to do with you first?"