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Nathan groaned softly as his digimon carried him into the house that they shared. It was a small place, something that Leomon had built for when they were both spending time in the digital world for more than a few hours, but it was a comfortable one. A single large chair sat in the center of the living room, and a door on the far wall led to the other rooms in the small house.

"I can't believe that guy was able to modify the data so fast," the miniature wolf muttered, shaking his head from where he sat on Leomon's palm. "If you hadn't gotten him when you did, he might have made me so tiny that you'd never find me."

Leomon's rumbling chuckle vibrated the digimon's skin under his rear, and Nathan had to suppress the urge to giggle a bit at the feeling. "You forget just how strong my sense of smell is, Nathan; you would not have been lost for long, if at all. Around me, you need never worry."

"I know, Leomon, I know." The wolf patted the large orange hand, sighing a bit as his digimon sat down on the chair. The impact of something so much bigger than him settling that way sent shockwaves through the 'mon's grip on him, and Nathan only just managed to keep from rolling onto his side from the vibrations. It helped that Leomon's hand was so rough and callused from fighting and working and training, but it was still only barely enough.

The large lion sighed as he shook his head, closing his eyes as he leaned back. Both of his arms rested on the arms of the chair, and Nathan took advantage of that to leap off of Leomon's palm. Walking along the digimon's arm for a bit, he found a spot where he could fall without hurting himself, and slid down the side of the chair, landing on the digimon's black pants. From there, it was a quick walk down to Leomon's knee, Nathan's second favorite spot with his digimon.

Sitting down and looking back up at Leomon, the wolf couldn't help but shake his head a little bit. Leomon had been with him ever since he had first entered the digital world, and had served as a guardian and more. It was like spending time with family when Leomon was around, only better; the digimon not only cared about him, but protected him, listened to him about anything he wanted to talk about, and knew so much about the digital world that Nathan only had to say one word before the large lion was answering his question.

And for all of that, the wolf was very thankful. The first time he had entered the digital world, it had been a little bit scary, but ever since then, with Leomon around, he had found ways to enjoy it, and even ways to help others, other Tamers that worked with the digimon in this world. He wasn't the sort that went around doing world saving adventures, but it was nice to just explore the world and find new things to do.

Of course, there were times when his antics caused trouble for the both of them, and their last adventure was one of them, Nathan thought as he looked down at himself. Getting shrunk was nothing new to the wolf - hell, he did it to himself now and then - but when he was shrunk by someone else, he didn't know when he was going to grow back to normal, or just how small he was going to get. Not to mention how much more dangerous the digital world became when he got down to this size, he supposed.

As he watched Leomon rest, eyes closed and breath coming slow, Nathan realized that his guardian had probably been as nervous for him as he had been for himself. It didn't show most of the time, as Leomon was so confident and powerful, but then again, after a battle or even just a small fight, Nathan tended to go back to the real world. As a result, he almost never saw Leomon actually calming down like this, looking like he was fighting frustration or some other form of stress.

It kind of made Nathan feel a little guilty for putting the digimon through that kind of worry.

Leaning back a bit and trying to think of some way to make it up to his digimon, the wolf turned his head to look down at the ground. The digimon's big bare feet were put up by the heels, the thick heels of Leomon's feet digging into the earthy floor of the house. The toes were up in the air, as was most of the rest of the digimon's feet. The five toes wiggled now and then, sometimes simply curling, other times just flexing and releasing, flexing and releasing as the big feline worked to relax.

It gave Nathan an idea, though not entirely an unselfish one. He smiled, and slowly turned up to look at Leomon again. "Leomon?"

"Yes, Nathan?" Leomon said, his eyes still closed.

"I wanted to say sorry for making you worried earlier. I didn't mean to make things harder for you while you were fighting that guy."

"Don't worry about it," the digimon said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"But I do. So, how about I pay you back, help you feel a bit better," Nathan said.

As he turned around, he heard a soft rumble from Leomon as the large digimon laughed. "What are you thinking of, Nathan?" Leomon said with a deep growl in his voice. Not an angry or annoyed one, but just one of amusement.

"Oh, I was thinking of rubbing your feet for a while," the wolf said as he slid down the lion's pants, the material just smooth enough to let him slide down fast. Resisting the urge to throw his hands over his head at the fast descent, Nathan caught himself on the edge of the pants and swung himself around, landing on the ground with a little work.

He felt Leomon looking down at him as he walked around to the other side of the feet, looking up at them. Despite the long walk back from the fight, they were quite clean of dirt or plants, though there were a few little drops of sweat along the bottoms of the feet. Apparently being made of digital data didn't quite clean everything up after as long a day as the two of them had had.

Dragging his hands along the undersides of Leomon's big orange feet, Nathan couldn't quite hold back a giggle as he saw the toes start dancing, curling and wiggling from his touch. "Hehehehe, is the big lion ticklish?" he said, looking between the feet up at his friend.

"Maybe a bit," Leomon admitted. A slightly evil look flashed in his eyes, and he leaned forward in his chair a bit. "I seem to remember you shrinking yourself down last week, and wanting to massage my feet back then. I don't suppose that you have another reason for wanting to pay me back, hmm?"

The mini-wolf blushed a bit at that, shaking his head as he ducked back behind one foot, going back to massaging it. "Oh, t-there's nothing...nothing of the sort," he said. "No other reason for me to be doing this."

Even as he got back to massaging the big lion's feet, though, the foot in front of him started to get closer to him. At first, Nathan thought that it was just Leomon pushing his foot a bit closer to make the massage easier for him, but as it started to force him to lean back as he rubbed it, Nathan realized that there was something else going on.

It didn't take long for him to fall over, losing his balance as Leomon kept pushing his foot down, and as soon as he hit the ground, Leomon's big foot followed him down. The toes curled around his head, forming bars like a cage, and the surprisingly fleshy sole of the lion's foot pressed down just hard enough to keep him from getting up. Nathan groaned softly, squirming against the foot, but the pressure was too much for him to gain so much as a centimeter of movement.

The foot shifted just a bit, enough to have Leomon's big toe right over his face. It tapped his nose lightly a few times, leaving a slight sweat smell on top of the wolf's nose, making him breathe in the scent every time he breathed through his nose. "I think that you have another reason for wanting to be down at my feet," Leomon said.

"Why...why do you say that?" Nathan asked, shaking his head with a bright red blush on his face.

"Well, the bump I feel against the bottom of my foot seems to be coming from your crotch, and -"

"GAH!" Nathan went bright red, shaking his head a fwe times. The wolf hadn't even felt himself get erect, but now that the digimon had pointed it out, he was embarrassingly hard underneath the sweaty orange feet. Breathing in the musk from between the toes and feeling the rest of the warm, slightly damp foot pressing down on him didn't help, either, and the more he thought about it, the more that he could feel himself getting harder under the big foot.

Leomon chuckled at him, and ground the foot along the wolf's body. Nathan could not stop himself from moaning at the grinding feeling, shivering in lust as he was teased by the big foot. He forced the moan back down again as he heard the lion talking, though. "Heh...if you want to make me feel good, how about you be my little stress toy for a while?"

"What..." Nathan groaned, taking a few breaths from his mouth and shaking his head to try and clear it. "What would that mean?"

"It would mean you stay down there while I grind my feet over you for a while, maybe step on you a bit," the digimon said with a chuckle. "I think you'd enjoy being down there anyway, but that way I can enjoy myself a bit more than I would by just pinning you under my big orange feet."

The toes wiggled around the wolf's head as Nathan thought about it. It was a little more than he usually did for Leomon, but then again, he was trying to make up for worrying his friend. And besides, he trusted Leomon; it wasn't like the big lion would do something to hurt him with this. Maybe 'punish' him a bit with these big feet for worrying him, but the lion wouldn't go further than that.

Slowly, Nathan nodded his agreement.

No sooner had he done that than the pressure immensely increased, almost driving the air right out of the wolf's lungs. He grunted as he was firmly pinned in place, the foot grinding against him as his face was shoved right against the lion's toes. His nose was pinned against the base of the big orange digits, and Nathan shuddered as his sense of smell was assaulted by the powerful waves of sweat and musk that the toes were covered with, his groin throbbing as the smell filled his senses.

The foot rubbed against him, keeping him pinned against the earthy floor, the ground giving him just enough friction to not go sliding around with the foot, just enough to stay in place as the foot rubbed against him from above. Leomon put enough weight on him to make his body groan from the pressure, but not enough to really hurt him. It was...just what Nathan loved.

"Hehehe...from up here, you look like such a little bug...just another little bug to trample underfoot," Leomon said, his voice muffled through the foot that pinned Nathan down, but still loud enough for him to make it out. The wolf blushed softly, but held still, his moans stifled against the sweaty orange foot holding him down.

The pressure suddenly increased for a moment, and Nathan's breath was driven right out of his lungs as the lion stepped on him, hard. The toes spread out from the weight going down on the foot, and Nathan could just look up and see that Leomon was standing up from the chair, pressing a good bit of his bulk down on top of him. From this angle, Nathan could see every detail of the lion's muscled body...at least he could until Leomon started grinding his foot around again, pressing him hard against the floor, his ability to breathe much reduced.

His lungs had a hard time expanding under the pressure, and the toes dancing around his head, wiggling around and brushing his face and the sides of his head every second made it hard to think with the musk they fanned into his nose. Nathan couldn't help but try and grind up against the foot in return, try and increase his own pleasure, but it was next to impossible for him to move; all he could do was shudder and take a breath, tremble in pleasure and take another breath. Any movement past a slight shake of his head and the rising and falling of his chest with breathing was impossible.

The pressure continued to grow for a few minutes before Leomon sat down again, the ability to breathe freely again almost jarring to the wolf. He gasped and panted, but barely had the chance to sit up a bit before the lion pinned him down again, a toe held right over his face, keeping his mouth shut.

"You know, I think it's a good thing that you decided to stay around for another day or so, Nathan," Leomon said with a smile. "I have a lot of things that you can do with my feet, a lot of ways that you can pay me back for how you made me worry over all our adventures, and you're going to need at least a day or two to even get started with that list."

As his body was pressed deep into the ground, forming a little hole with his body, Nathan groaned in pleasure. This...this was going to be good, he thought to himself as he forced his tongue out, giving Leomon a little lick to his toe.

"Now...where did I put that rope..." Leomon muttered.