Modest Goddess
This fic came about from a private RP i did with Merv. This wouldn't have come about without him. It is really just a rip of the RP, with a few modifications done by me. Thank you Merv, for everything.
Modest Goddess
Living right under the noses of macros wasn't exactly a sane thing to do, but what Manny had on his mind now was positively stupid. He lived in a small crook in the crack of a building, usually only venturing out at night to hunt for a few scraps for food. Granted, a crumb was usually enough to satisfy his meals. Still, what he was up to now wasn't a hunt for food. He had found a hole in a wall just big enough for him to squeeze through, and following his nose to a sweet scent of buries, he thought it was a kitchen. Instead, it was a wash room.
At first, he was willing to just cut his losses and go back to his home. But then he saw her. A vixen, but so much more than the usual run of the mill foxes that he saw so often. No, she was so special. Red fur, a deep gentle vivid burgundy covered most of her, with little spots of brown peppered across her body in no specific pattern. Her paws were that same shade of brown, though the very tips gave back into that red. Her underbelly and inside thighs, under the arms, over the chin, was a creamy color. Not white, white was too common a color for one such as her. It was more a vanilla. And so clean she must have spent hours and hours grooming to get it to that perfect color.
It had taken Manny so long to bring up the nerve to do this, but today was the day. He worked his way through the hole and reached the wash room, with that sweet smell of fruit shampoo. He stayed close to the wall, pressed against it and casually moved to where a towel was laying on the ground. It gave him perfect (or so he thought) cover without any problems of being spotted.
He waited a while, anticipation growing. He did enjoy the view of the other females coming and going. A she wolf, a coyote, a skunk, even another vixen. But not his vixen, his goddess. Where was she?
He peeked out of the cover of the towel and looked past the locker/changing area towards the showers. A few stalls were occupied, hot steam clouding the glass. One of the stalls opened, white steam clouding out. The vixen stretched a moment, stepping onto the tiled floor, dripping wet. She raised her arms over her head, and rose to her tippy toes, the cool air lapping at her wet fur. Stretching that much, her chest heaved a bit, her perfectly little breasts. She walked into the changing area, where Manny stayed still under the towel. Looking around to be sure no one was there, the vixen indulged a very embarrassing habit and lowered to all fours, back to the wall. A moment later, she did a full doggy stretch, lifting her tail high into the air.
Manny bit down a gasp. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to see...this! Slipping his pants off, he began to stroke himself furiously. The vixen's backside, it was so perfect. The red fur covered most of her flanks, the outside and curving under the cushioning. About half way over the flanks, the fur yielded to that soft cream color, with little freckles of brown sprinkled in. Her bare nether regions, the hungry pink flesh between her legs. He stared at it, stroking harder. Oh, to relieve himself into that warm embrace...
Again, the vixen looked around, tail wagging in an anxious sort of way. She scratched herself, then shivered, some water dropping away from her fur. She reached for the towel, when she suddenly stopped. After her work out, she really should do some stretching. Lifting her tail, she twisted and sat down, now facing the wall. She placed her rear paws at the wall and leaned forward to work her back. She closed her eyes, stretching far forward, nearly putting her muzzle to the ground. Manny knew how foolish it was to move forward. But now, face to face with the vixen, the sweet curve of her lip. He had to. He scurried out of the towel and moved forward, and when close enough, placed his free hand on her lower lip and gave her a little kiss.
The vixen gave a confused yap, stretching back up to see a tiny husky, stroking his malehood right in front of her. Manny froze, and sheepishly smiled and waved. What was he thinking? His mind raced as he tried to think of something, anything to do. Anything that was save him.
"You sick fuck!" the vixen screamed, reaching forward.
Manny yapped and tried to scamper away, but there was no way. To stretch, the vixen had corralled him between her shapely legs. He babbled and clawed at the wall, looking for a hole or anything to escape. He felt a weighty pressure on his tail and his feet leave the ground. A moment later, he was again eye level with the vixen. "Give me a reason not to crush you..."
"Please! No! I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone what I saw and I'll never come here again. I won't ever. I'll stay in my hole and never come out. Never ever. I'm so sorry." He kept crying, but his words started to devolve into senseless babble.
"You are fucking stupid, you know that," the vixen said, shaking him to get him to stop babbling. "Did you not see the big ‘No Micro' sign? You are a fucking little pervert. I should just eat you right here and now."
"Don't hurt me, please. I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me. I'm sorry."
The vixen's sensitive ears twitched as she heard one of the shower doors open and footsteps behind her. Another macro...If they saw the husky, he really would be crushed and eaten without a second though. Poor little micro. Under all the fire and wrath, she wasn't that much of a monster, though most of her friends shared fantasies about what they would do to a little one. She needed some way to hide the husky, but how? Thinking quickly, she popped him into her mouth.
Manny yelped, understandably. Trembling and struggling, his world became dark and wet and humid. He clawed forward over the warm surface of a tongue, but got caught behind the ivory cage of her teeth. He punched and clawed against it, and her tongue struggling to get out. The vixen stood. She rolled her eyes at the squirming and fighting. Mostly it was an annoyance, but once or twice his claws really got under her skin. Still, she tried not to show she had a little morsel in her mouth as she turned to face the newcomer. The vixen opened her mouth a moment, giving a greeting yap and wave, before grabbing the towel and wrapping it around herself. Those brief moments that the vixen opened her mouth, Manny could see who she was addressing, and his heart jumped up into his throat. He recognized the she-wolf. Of course not her name, but he had seen her from affair a few times. One of the vixen's friends, but a real monster. Not just her size. She was a head taller than the vixen, and about three times as wide. If he ever managed to get into the gym, he was sure while the vixen was on the treadmill, the shewolf was bench pressing some infinite weight. She was just huge, even for a macro. Manny struggled all the more, until the vixen pushed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to keep him pinned.
The blow was crushing. The wind was knocked out of him and he just lay there. But the pressure didn't yield. Desperate, he gently (though shakily) rubbed the tongue with his diminutive paws in a silent plea for mercy.
The vixen was drying her fur with her towel and pulling her clothes out of the locker, and nodding to the shewolf's questions, when she felt the small stimulation on her taste buds. Her tail started to wag gently, and her mouth started to fall limp at the tickle. She rubbed her tongue against the warm, furry mass on her palette, enjoying the husky's taste. It was kinda cool actually, a tiny little man in her mouth. If she tilted her head back she could just swallow him. And he would disappear. She started to salivate at the "food".
Manny whined pitifully, but stopped struggling out of fear of being ‘pancacked' against the roof of her mouth again. The rising pool of drool did make him worry a bit, but he just tried to be completely still under the tongue's exploration. "Please, let me out. I'll be good. Don't eat me."
The vixen pulled her shirt over he head and her panties on. She pushed Manny into the roof of her mouth again, winding him badly, as she cocked her head back and swallowed the drool. That sight was horrifying for Manny, who looked over his shoulder at the black abyss the water washed down.
"You hungry?" the shewolf asked.
The vixen clenched her jaw tight and shrugged.
"You want to get something later?"
Another shrug.
"You alright?"
By grace of some higher power, a tigress stepped out of the shower, and slipped on the wet floor, falling back with a loud shout. The shewolf turned, giving the vixen the moment to spit the little micro into her hand and clench her fist.
The shewolf shook her head at the stupid tigress. "So dinner?"
"No, I'll be busy," the vixen said. She stifled a chuckle at the husky started tickling her inside pad. She took her pants out of the locker and walked into one of the bathroom stalls. She closed the door and opened her hand, looking down at the tiny little micro. Lowering her muzzle, she gave him a nuzzle. "You dead?" she whispered.
Manny gasped, grateful for the breath of fresh air. She shied away from the muzzle, still terrified of her plans. "I-I'm alive. Please...I don't want to die."
"What were you doing here? You could have been killed. Are all micros as stupid as you?"
"N-No...I was exploring a few days ago, and I found this hole, see, and it led right to the washrooms--your washrooms, and I... I thought I wouldn't be noticed while I was, well... you know..." His ears drooped shamefully. The vixen growled, and nearly threw the micro into the toilet, but managed to calm herself down. She stood and placed him on the rim of the toilet, then silently pulled her pants back on, showing her back to him. Manny whimpered softly, staying where he was set down, looking away as the vixen dressed herself. He didn't want to get himself in any more trouble than he was already in.
The vixen paused a moment, looking down at her sweatpants and letting the elastic waistband snap. She turned to him, picking Manny up and bringing him to her face. "I have to get you out of here," she said. "I have to smuggle you out. But I might need my hands. So...I have to put you someplace where you'll be safe.
Manny gulped nervously. "Ah, well, er... maybe you could keep me in your pocket," he suggested hopefully, too embarrassed to try any other place...
The vixen cocked her head back, sighing and nearly moaning in anger. "These pants...don't have pockets. They're sweatpants. Just make a choice," she hissed, blowing hot breath over his whole, nude body. "Pick one of the two or you'll travel in my belly."
Manny waved his paws frantically. "No, no, you don't have to do that. I can...uh...can I ride in your bra?" That seemed like the safest place, but not to mention the thought of being buried in the warm fur, surrounding, pushing against the soft flesh, smelling it. That would be so amazing.
"You fucking owe me," the vixen growled, opening the collar of her tank top. Manny avoided meeting her gaze, merely nodding in agreement, before being deposited in perhaps the best place he would ever live to experience. The two large, warm flesh mounds of her chest. She wasn't huge, as vixens usually weren't, but quite nice if she did say so herself. Nice shape, nice size. Nice and warm, and clean and sweet smelling after the shower. He sighed happily, though quietly, feeling so warm and cozy.
The vixen stepped out of the stall, earning a few odd looks from people who must have assumed she was talking to herself. She blushed under her fur and walked to the sink, fixing her chest. Manny felt his furry ‘prison' squeeze around him. He moaned softly and blushed, his erection quickly returning. The vixens red finger touched the top of his head, and pushed him down farther and deeper, until his rear paws touched a firm, warm, soft surface. He spread his arms and hugged her chest. He was so hard, but pleasuring himself at this moment just couldn't end well. The vixen must have her limits.
"That's as good as I'll get it," she said. Only upon careful inspection would the micro be noticed, and hopefully no one would be that close to her chest any time soon. She quickly left the gym and headed back to her apartment, every few steps adjusting her bra. The hard lump between her chest felt rather good actually. She pushed her breast together, feeling the resistance of the micro's body. It was pleasant, and made her tail wag.
Manny began to wonder if she was teasing him. Was she trying to help him along, because even after clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, he felt himself leaking into her plush fur. He focused and struggled not to spill himself all over her.
"Oh thank god," she said, reaching her house. She rushed inside and pulled her shirt off, then sat down on the couch and removed her bra. "Little guy, you alright?"
"Y-yeah. I'm okay...Thank you." His hands moved to his nether, trying to shield his excitement from her eyes. It would have been better if he did nothing, but he was just calling attention to himself. She swallowed and chewed her lip, realizing how excited she had gotten from the stimulation on her breasts. She just stared.
The silence was choking. Manny debated if he should look. Look, and she might call him a pervert. Don't look, and she might take it as insolence. Finally, he lifted his chin, and saw a certain glint in her eyes. "Uh...miss, what are you doing?"
The vixen continued chewing on her lip as she plucked him up and gently lay back, then placed the little creature on the nipple of her right breast. "You like that?" Manny only nodded enthusiastically. "You like this or no?" the vixen asked, scooting back and placing her head on the couch's arm rest.
"Yes!" No longer afraid but excited by what could only be described as a dream come true, he stroked the nipple with his tiny paws. Nervous, he looked up to the vixen, seeking approval. The vixen tried to smile, but she felt like jelly. At any moment, she expected someone to come walking in, but she did live alone. Her hands slid over her stomach and moved to her sweat pants, slipping inside.
Manny bent down and started to lap at the vixen's nipple. Sprawling against the breast, letting his small shaft rub against it as he worked to please his ‘captor'. The vixen was enjoying herself too. A tiny little creature. Something about that thought stimulated her even more than the sensations running through her tit. Her left hand worked between her legs, the finger tip of her index finger gently tracing the hungry flesh lips. Her right hand pressed her breast, stuffing the husky heavier into the warm fluff.
Manny let out a startled yip. It was by instinct of the weigh on his back. Truth was he loved the feeling of her warm paw pressing down on him. Hell, he loved every part of the vixen. He continued to lap at the nipple and beginning to hump into the toned firmness.
It should have been comical, it was illegal, but a tongue was a tongue, and the husky knew exactly what to do. It wasn't just a tickle like she would have thought. Ever lap, every twitch, every hump sent a vibration through her whole body. She started rubbing herself more tenderly. The tip of her nail disappeared inside, stroking and tickling. Her outward moan slowly choked into a breathless whine.
"I-is something wrong?" Manny asked, keeping his paws gripping the nipple and his erection pressed to the fluff, but terrified he had hurt her somehow.
She realized what a pleasured whine could sound like at his size. Everything must have been booming to his small ears. She let up her hand, giving him some room to breathe. Sitting up, she smiled. "No. God no. Just...don't stop. Please." The vixen replaced her hand, smothering his whole body and pressing him to the mass of warm fur. Through a crack in her fingers, his wagging tail crept out and tickled her, making her chuckle. He licked and humped. He wasn't concerned with the shows of his pleasure. What could she possibly expect him to do? White muck oozed out of his erection, smearing in that perfect red fur.
The vixen let out another whine, rubbing herself harder, but...but it wasn't enough. She needed more, and looked down at her breast, the bushy tail wagging between an open pair of fingers. What if...? She closed her hand around the micro completely, blocking out all light, as she went about pulling her waist band wide. Manny could feel the slow movement, but his main focus was the warm, leathery pad against his penis. He really didn't care what came next. He just licked and licked the hand that pleasured him so well.
There was a moment of pause on the vixen's behalf, where she really thought about what she was doing. But soon enough her hand was stuffed into her pants, and she opened her palm. Manny was given the briefest of moments before her palm pressed him into the warmth of her nether regions. The fleshy lips grabbed and gnawed at him. He riggled, at first completely baffled as to where he was. Instinctively he took a sharp inhale, filling his nose with the scent of her arousal. He had spent himself embracing her breast, but the smell brought him back to his excited state almost instantly. Her hand was still inside her pants, and through the crack between her waist band and belly, he was given enough light to see the hungry opening in front of him. He nosed forward, smelling the slit's tenderness, and pressed his whole body against it. It opened, granting him passage inside, and he wriggled his furry body against the hungry gripping walls. Lifting his head out of her, he found her clitoris, and gave it a little kiss. Then a lick. Then a nibble.
The vixen moaned, eyes tight and tears dripping out and wetting her facial fur. She felt like she was on fire. She couldn't bare this teasing and tickles. The tenderness on her womanhood, but the tickling of his fur inside. She wanted more. She pulled her hand out and placed it on the crotch of her pants, and used the weight to drive her partner deeper. Manny head pressed between her folds. The rest of his torso followed suit and only his legs and wagging tail manage to stay out. He licked and lapped the hot, wet walls closing in around him. He pressed his arms out, holding them at bay. But her muscles were too strong, and suddenly slammed his tiny body.
He yapped suddenly. There was a bit of pain, but she released him. He scooted his legs inside, and started rubbing against her with all he could, up and down, side to side, pressing into the warm fold and nuzzling it. It was difficult to breathe. He didn't mind as he kicked his legs and twisted as though he were swimming. He licked and twisted rubbing himself against her. The soft flesh. The warmth. The smell. How could he have been so lucky? He lost himself in that pleasure. He cam once or a thousand times, he didn't know, but it never stopped.
Some rational part of the vixen feared she may smother her partner, but his struggles seemed lively enough, and he felt so damn good. She pressed her fingers through the fabric of her pants. A moment later, she felt the heat inside her rise and spread, and hot fluids gushed out of her, saturating the poor micro stuffed inside. Manny went limp between the sudden flood, the lack of air, the overpowering aroma, and her squeezes. She didn't notice, and instead humped into the air. Then she fell back down to the couch, and lay there, a hand at her groin.
Manny gagged a moment, suddenly returning to life. He was weightless, like he was underwater, though if that was from the juice of his asphyxiation he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure which direction was ‘out' and which was ‘in'. He simply thrashed in one way, gagging when he finally escaped her depth. He barked as loudly as he could, trying to get her attention and hoping she would let him out. Though while she did feel him squirming and hear a pitiful bark, she kept her hand at her groin to keep him where he was. Manny pushed harder, but found himself blocked by a soggy wall. "No, please...let me out," he whined. "Please."
She snapped back to attention, and slipped her hand into her pants. Fingers groped for him. He stretched a hand and touched her nail, hugging and kissing her rough pad, thanking her endlessly. He was pulled out, and breathed the cool, fresh air. "Thank you so much. You're so wonderful, like a goddess..." he said. "Thank you, thank you. Thank you my goddess. Thank you so much. I love you!"
The vixen sighed and placed him down on her navel. A finger traced his back, stroking him. "A goddess? No. That's far to kind." She smiled an angel's smile. "I don't even know your name."
"Manny," he said.
"Well, Manny, you got any place to go?"
"I do...but I would much rather stay with you."
The vixen smiled and nodded, and brought him up to her head. She rolled over and cupped him in her hands, before placing him at her snout and blinking. "Of course. I certainly have the room. I'm a bit tired after all that though."
He scratched softly at the gentle giantess' whiskers. "Anything I can do for you, ma'am?"
The vixen blinked tiredly. She plucked him up by the nape and set him down at her neck, covered by her chin, safe and protected and cozy and warm. "Get comfy."
Manny smiled and nodded. He stroked the underside of her jaw. "Your wish is my command..."