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"CODY?" Kobalt called out from the bedroom upstairs. The buckaroo was uncertain where his tiny roommate was and if he was even on the same floor. The hybrid was looking down at the drawer where he kept his socks, bare. He frowned. He was certain he'd put them away last time he'd done his laundry.

Leaning out the door, he called out again. "DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY SOCKS ARE?" His tone couldn't hide it. He was suspecting the stoat of something he'd done a couple times since he had moved in with the micro (or perhaps, the micro had moved in with him).

After a cursory look throughout the top floor of their shared rental, Kobalt smoothly descended the stairs, his large macropod footpaws deftly rolling to keep his large claws from catching on each step. Upon reaching the ground floor, the hybrid nearly strode right past the living room towards the kitchen, but something caught the corner of his eye.

When the half-deer looked again, he spotted the hem of one of his socks sticking out between the cushions on the couch. Frowning, Kobalt bounded to the sofa and tugged the cushions apart.

There, between the frame and the cushions, were all of the normal-scaled male's socks from his drawer. Each one undone from the tucked ball he'd made when he'd put them away. And laying amongst them all was the form of Cody.

"CODY." Kobalt called out like he was upstairs, about three inches from the micro.

The stoat jolted awake, flailing and doing a couple rolls amongst the knit fabric. He regained control before he entered a full war dance and looked up. "Uh... yes?"

Squinting, the half-kangaroo spoke barely above a whisper. "I told you what I'd do to you if you stole my socks again."

Cody blushed deeply, stammering. He attempted to stand up, but was still hardly awake as it was and could hardly keep his balance.

Tugging a length of ribbon from his pocket, Kobalt twisted and whumped his ample rear onto the cushion to the stoat's left, shaking the whole sofa.

The tiny mustelid dooked squeakily as he saw one bare paw turn his way.

The hybrid reached out and grabbed his micro roommate, pressing him firmly against the pads on his left sole. With his other hand he looped the ribbon and tied the stoat in place. The mustelid hardly reached from the underside of one toe to the macropod's heel, and that was including his tail.

Cody was in no place to work to free himself, face-first against the rear curve of his roommate's middle toe. The best he could do was try to arch his back and push off the middle knuckle to remove his face. He didn't hear the larger male changing position while he attempted this.

Kobalt had gotten his knee and calf up onto the couch cushion and brought his equally large right foot up, lining up for a moment, before he brought them together.

Any progress the stoat had made was lost in an instant as the two sets of pads compressed onto him from either side. He wiggled his arms between each of the gaps between the macropod's toes on the left foot, unable to think clearly in his predicament.

The buckaroo kept his feet together like that for about half a minute, while he checked his phone for the time. He'd been searching for his socks for a reason, after all. Setting aside the smartphone he wrapped a hand under the ankle of his left foot, squeezing his roommate's tail and legs into his sole. Relaxing his other leg, he hefted his large plantigrade paw up to his muzzle to regard the woozy, panting mustelid.

Cody dooked weakly, having not had the presence of mind to try to push at the toes again, his arms limply between the torso-width digits... well, down where they were the width of the stoat's torso. Blushily, it wasn't the first time he'd thought about how his entire body, curled up, would fit underneath a single macropod toepad.

However, Kobalt wasn't just going to let the stoat fantasize about his feet. He extended his tongue and ground it along the bound mustelid's back, drawing away his natural smores flavor and a hint of the earthiness of his right paw where it had pressed in place. He slurped a bit more firmly, shifting his fingers and working his lower lip carefully.

The stoat perked up as he realized that on this next lick, his feet had slipped somewhere warm just after the tongue passed them. After the maw muscle finished shoving his face back into the large toepad, he turned back to see Kobalt purse his lips around his tiny legs and tail. "Oh."

That was all he managed to get out before the buckaroo sucked firmly, dragging the micro out from under the ribbon with the lubrication of his own saliva. Kobalt deftly drew the mere inches of stoat height all the way past his lips and sealed them shut. The tongue rose and pinned his tiny roommate to his palate, squeezing more of the marshmallowy chocolate flavor from his fur.

Cody panted heavily. He was far more familiar with the inside of his roommate's mouth than the underside of his foot. That meant he had a spur of the moment plan of how to avoid further punishment. He pushed off the teeth on either side of him with his hands, wiggling his own feet and trying to grab the hybrid's uvula with them. If he could trigger a swallow reaction, he was home free.

Kobalt, however, seemed to realize just what Cody was doing. His tongue dropped suddenly, jaws parting without lips opening, before the whole maw muscle twisted and tossed the micro against the taut flesh of his inner cheek. Once he had his roommate secure, the buckaroo put one of his socks onto his un-ribboned foot, shimmying it on as he continued to suckle and savor in this part of punishing his roommate.

The stoat, for his part, was a blushing, wriggly mess, saturated with saliva and pinned between deceptively herbaceous teeth and the inner cheek. As such, he was too disoriented to try to make another break for the throat when those jaws opened again.

Tongue lolling out, the half-deer used it like a slide, head tilted down with the fleshy muscle guiding his roommate and a good lot of drool out into the held open hem of the matching sock to the one he'd put on his right foot.

Cody yelped as he lost all contact with flesh, gravity taking him down until his form was caught in the slightly elastic bounce of the knit fabric. He gulped, remembering what Kobalt had threatened as the third step of his punishment. Quickly, he attempted to scramble out of the sock, digging his claws into the sole-side and climbing it like a net on an extreme obstacle course.

Unfortunately, this put him in the perfect position to be stuck under the sole once again. Kobalt slid his now ribbon-free left paw into his sock and tugged the hem up his calf. He felt the wet micro writhe against the underside of his foot.

Pinned in place by the taut fabric, the stoat endeavored to twist around and try to find another way out. He managed to get his face into the hollow of the plantigrade sole before his whole world went even darker.

Kobalt pressed his foot the rest of the way into his shoe, pinning his roommate between his sole and the insole with only the sock as extra padding. The buckaroo stood, sighing. With the punishment out of his system, he could hardly feel any ill will towards the stoat... but he did have to get to work. He walked off towards the door, feeling the tiny twitches and wriggles against his left foot each time his weight came down.