Heartburn - Flixard (keefox) request.
"You won't get away from me...!"
A large blur races through a small wooded area, chasing after a small creature darting to and fro between plants and beneath fallen branches. Before long, the larger figure chases the smaller right into a clearing where he stops and lowers himself to the ground. With a grin, the flixard lowers his head until his nose is level with the tips of the blades of grass before him and flicks his tongue out, letting it fly as if he were some sort of frog. One advantage to being a rare creature is that most never expected the tongue.
FWHUMP!
A squeak resounds and the tongue quickly pulls back towards the flixard's muzzle and within another moment that muzzle shuts around the prey, a wolf of no more than a few inches in height. "Mmrrm" The flixard moans and enjoys the squirming within his muzzle; the way his prey presses against his tongue and struggles uselessly, all of its strength unable to overpower even a single muscle. He presses upwards and grinds the wolf into his palate, showing off his strength to the little creature, enjoying the flavor and texture of the micro wolf's fur. Finally, after a few moments and suckling hard and grinding the wolf into submission, he feels the little guy tire out.
"Aww, giving up already?" He sighs a little, frowning. They never last long enough. He can hear it squeaking out muffled words, attempting to plead with him no doubt. They always made him feel bad when he listened to them, so now'a'days he tries to keep them quiet. He closes his muzzle even tighter, and works the wolf towards the back of his throat, winning a redoubled effort from the little micro when it realizes that it's about to be swallowed. He sighs happily, and tilts his head back, letting the wolf's feet slide into the sight entrance to his esophagus before he swallows once. It's a soft swallow, so the wolf is only pulled part of the way in. He swallows again, and with a wet squelch, a lump travels down his throat. The flixard's hand races up to press into the lump, feeling it travel as far down as he can - until it reaches his chest.
"Ahh, wonderful..." He licks his lips.
His enjoyment is interrupted by his ringtone: "I am the man who arranges the blocks..." it sings out before he answers is. "H..hello?" He asks, still feeling a little jittery from the delicious meal.
"Kay? It's Jevin. Where are you? You're usually back by now. Anyway, we're out of food. Feel like picking something up?"
"Err, yea, sure. I'll get something, and I was held up a little is all. S-see you soon!" He says before hanging up and closing his phone.
"Geez, someone was in a rush..." Jevin says as he peers down at his phone, then closes it and settles onto the couch to wait. "Oh well..." He gives it hardly a second thought.
The flixard, Kaytif by name, looks back down at his phone and frowns a little. Now he feels just a little bad. After all, Jevin is a wolf. A micro wolf at that. The only wolf the flixard promised he'd never eat. As he walks out of the wooded area, he finds himself right back on campus. His mind remains deep in thought, however. He remembers the day he met the wolf, recalling a few high-pitched squeaks and the smell of something delicious... the smell of wolf; micro wolves, to be exact. His favorite. He recalls turning towards the smell and firing his tongue in the direction of the squeaks, certain that he'd get one, and he also recalls seeing two felines nearby the area the squeaks were coming from. That's when it began... a wonderful flavor entered his muzzle, squirming and struggling as micros tended to do. He'd just begun to enjoy it when the cats stared at him angrily. He ran, turning and spitting the wolf out so he wouldn't accidentally swallow him. He doesn't recall if they felines chased all of the way, but he didn't want to deal with them, so he ran home. He remembers seeing the wolf crying in his palm, and the terrible feeling that washed over him after seeing it. His snack had suddenly become a person, and he couldn't eat a person...
Kaytif never told Jevin of his intentions that day. He knew that, in Jevin's head, that day would always be a black mark on his history. He dared not bring the topic back up if he could avoid it.
"That justifies it, right? I eat them so that I won't eat him..." He says to himself. "Why do they have to taste so good?" He sighs.
He finally makes it home after picking up a little fast food, attempting to brush his thoughts away. He walks into the house and peers at the wolf on the couch. "Hey, sorry I'm late." Kaytif smiles, walking over and settling the burger down on the table.
"It's alright..." Jevin looks at the bag of food, immediately groaning to himself. "A kids' meal?" He frowns a little. "I'm starting to think you just like making me take this off.." The wolf grumbles, reaching for the cloaker at the base of his tail, a device that allows him to stand at a more 'normal' height.
"You're cute when you're little, what am I supposed to say? And it's cheaper this way. You eat so little at that height, and I only need the leftovers myself." The flixard rubs over his head, watching as the wolf removes the ring and shrinks down to his natural, 4 inch high height. He reaches down, letting Jevin climb up onto it. He resists the urge to lick the wolf, or to even smell him. He had to avoid tempting himself, so he quickly settles Jevin on the table and takes a seat behind him. "I got your favorite at least."
'Is it really alright that I eat them? What if I'm creating more micros like Jevin? Tearing families apart...' He frowns at the thought while Jevin eats, unable to keep it out of his head for some reason. It'd never bothered him before today, but now he can't help but feel as if he's no better than those felines from before.
"What's wrong?"
Kaytif snaps out of it and peers down at the wolf who seems quite finished with the hardly-eaten meal. He picks the sandwich up and takes a bite out of it, eating more in one swallow than Jevin could in a day. He sighs, waving a paw in answer to the lupine. "Ahh, it's nothin'. Just a busy day is all."
"Well, that works. It's paw rub night, after all, right?" The little wolf asks, winning a grin from the flixard.
"Yea, it is." He smiles, finishing the sandwich off with a swallow shortly after. He holds his hands out to the wolf. "All aboard." He says, watching as Jevin climbs into his palms. Kaytif stands up, holding his hands as steady as he can as he heads into the bedroom. He settles Jevin onto his bed and begins to disrobe and prepare to relax for the night.
"Tomorrow's the anniversary, isn't it?" The wolf squeaks while Kaytif brushes his teeth and prepares to sleep. Kaytif blinks and peers around at the wolf, tilting his head for a moment. "Annivers-" He blinks, then frowns a little, waiting to spit the foam from his muzzle before peering at Jevin again. "Of..."
"Yea, the day you saved me. You know, I thought you were going to eat me that day." The wolf chuckles a little. "I'm glad I get to do at least a little for you tonight. Wish I could do more..."
"You've done enough." Kaytif says as he moves to settle onto the bed next to the wolf. "Couldn't ask for a better bite-sized friend." The flixard smirks, giving the wolf a ruffle, causing the little wolf to push up against the finger rubbing about his frame. "Yea yea, I'd just give you heartburn." He grins, watching Kaytif lay back and move his feet over.
The flixard's feet were sizeable, especially at the wolf's height. Jevin stares over the pair of brown paws for a moment before walking over to press his hands into the soft pads of his friend's foot. He did enjoy rubbing Kaytif's feet, almost as much as Kaytif enjoyed receiving the rubs. He presses his weight forward, letting his hands sink into the pads before he begins to rub in circles, causing the flixard to flex his toes above the little wolf's head. Kaytif perks his hears when he feel's the wolf's tongue. It's a strange sensation at first, but he warms to it quickly, especially as it glides about his tired heelpad, bringing a strange coolness to it while the wolf's fingers attempt to work some of the stress out of the padding. Micros always did rub his feet best, whenever he didn't eat them.
A deep sigh escapes Kaytif's muzzle and he begins to relax. Jevin climbs the sole of the paw to reach the toes, moving himself between a pair so he can rub along the sides, working his fingers into the rough padding on the bottom, and then the soft fur on top. He hugs himself to a single toe, straddling it with one leg between a toe on either side, and licking against the fur and flesh held close to his face. All along, Kaytif watches sleepily, the attention to his feet leaving him relaxed and increasingly tired. He wriggles his toes a little for the tiny wolf, swinging him back and forth and even sliding his other foot over to sandwich and pet the miniature lupine between the top of one toe and the bottom of the other.
Jevin relaxes beneath the rubs, continuing to lick while the giant pets down his backside. Soon enough, the warm, soft padding moves away and settles nearby and he can hear Kayif begin to breath deeply. The wolf moves his head in and presses his muzzle to one of the flixard's toes, kissing it gently before he slides down nearby Kaytif's ankle and works his way up to his friend's muzzle. He curls up next to the flixard's head on the pillow and takes a deep breath, rubbing the hybrid's nose with a hand before falling to sleep himself.
Pleasant describes Kaytif's dreams that night. He dreamt of micros, more than he could imagine existed and they were all more than willing to give him footrubs and settle themselves in his muzzle for tasting and, ultimately, eating. In the morning, he opens his eyes, yawning a little and smelling something wonderful. He looks down groggily and notices the little wolf curled up on his pillow. "Er..." He frowns, biting his lip. Jevin looked fairly delicious right now, Kaytif could barely contain the urge. "Just a taste..." He whispers to himself, "Just one..." He leans down, licking at Jevin once, then twice. The wolf moans and shifts in his sleep, pawing at Kaytif's tongue as he tries to shoo whatever is bugging him. Kaytif doesn't stop licking... they simply become more intense. "One more lick, one more..." He mrrls, lapping and licking at Jevin, slathering his fur in saliva and leaving the grey pelt matted until the wolf wakes up with a bit of a snort. "Mrrf, Kaytif, cut it out!" He grumbles, shifting backwards somewhat.
Too late.
Kaytif makes one more slurp, pulling the wolf right into his muzzle. Jevin, still thinking Kaytif is playing, struggles and presses against the flixard's tongue, shouting as Kaytif grinds the wolf to and fro against his palate. The flixard moans around Jevin, lost in lust as he shifts and grinds the micro around in his muzzle, tiring his friend out slowly as he tended to do to most micros he ate. Air is in short supply, and Jevin can feel his limbs weakening due to the grinding and strength of the flixard's tongue. His fur is soaked a thick coat of saliva and the wetness prevents him from grasping anything with any effectiveness. "It's not funny anymore, Kay! Let me out!" The wolf shouts, tired and, now starting to panic.
"J-just a bit longer..." Kaytif thinks to himself, swishing the wolf around now and teasing the back of his muzzle with the flavor of the lupine. Kaytif now presses the wolf to the roof of his muzzle again, letting him squirm and struggle uselessly until he feels the struggles die down and the wolf simply panting tiredly and pleading with him. He ignores the pleads, far too lost in his daze to realize what he's doing. He tilts his head back and presses his fingers to his throat, swallowing hard and mrrling loudly as the tiny lupine-lump glides down towards his stomach. He can only imagine the warm, tight, slimey embrace of his esophagus clenching about Jevin and pulling him slowly down and down into his belly. Finally, he feels the wolf enter his stomach and he lays down again to enjoy the glow and the struggles of his wolf prey kicking about in his belly. He ends up falling to sleep again, napping for another half hour before his eyes blink open again.
Time passes, and at first Kaytif thinks it was all a dream... Then he burps. The strong smell of wolf on his breath makes him jump out of bed. "Oh shit! How long did I sleep!?" He shouts, frantically feeling his stomach. "Jevin!? Jevin!?" He shouts, scrambling into the bathroom. "Please be okay, please be okay!" He shouts, trying to calm down enough to focus. He feels his gut wrench a little bit and pass the lump he assumes to be Jevin directly into his rectum, yet another advantage to being a flixard. He grows a little nervous at the fact that he can't even feel the wolf squirming anymore. As soon as he feels the little guy pass completely into his rectum he stoops over the floor and, once again, tries to calm down enough to focus on pressing the wolf out of his tailhole. He feels the frame of the little lupine sliding down towards the exit and soon he can feel his little friend pressing through his tailhole, along with a small gust of hot air. Kaytif reaches down and keeps pressing while pulling the wolf out as gently as he can, bringing Jevin around to examine his body as soon as the wolf is out. Clumps of fur were missing and, where the fur is missing, flesh had turned red and become irratated from the beginnings of digestion. He rinses the wolf off, trying to clear the body of any matter collected on the way out of his tailhole, then he presses a finger to the wolf's chest and feels slightly relieved to feel the little guy's heart beating, though slowly.
"Hang in there, Jevin! I-I'll call for help..." He whimpers, grasping the wolf protectively as he runs to the phone.
Memories flood through; pictures of family, friends, happy times, and sad times. The last few images in Jevin's head is the view of the world as he was tugged into the air out of the clutches of the giant cats and pulled into something warm. He feels comfortable there, not wishing to leave. At this point, his eyes open and he groans and looks around, noticing he's in a hopsital bed and he has his cloaker on. He looks over to see Kaytif's head resting next to him on the bed. Despite being in pain, the wolf can't help but chuckle to himself. He reaches out to pet over the flixard's head. "I knew you were trying to eat me that day."
"hnnn... hmm?" Kaytif opens his eyes, feeling something on his head. He looks to see Jevin awake and quickly moves to hug the wolf gently. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I-I know you probably can't forgive me... I'm terrible, I know... I should've told you but I didn't want you to fea--"
"I'm alive, right? That's all that matters." The wolf smiles a little weakly. "No more secrets, though, right? From now on, let me help... don't think for a moment that I couldn't smell wolf on your breath last night."
The flixard smiles a little, lowering his ears. "I'm sorry... no more secrets. From now on, I promise... You really still want to live with me?"
"I want to help. You helped me, after all. It's the least I can do. Didn't expect you to go to sleep again after you ate me, though. Kind of gave me a scare. Heh, I thought you were going to kill me for real. You pulled through, though."
"Thanks, Jevin..." Kaytif smiles, "I'll make this up to you somehow..."