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Anna waited for Bach to return, as she did every weekday afternoon.

On a normal day, nineteen minutes after five o'clock, the door knob would turn. Exactly nine seconds later, Bach would take his first step into the room. She always heard him long before that, of course. First, off in the distance, she would hear the grumble of his old jalopy as it rumbled its way down the street. Once the car was parked, she would listen with a smile as he screamed every curse he knew at the old hunk of metal. If he decided to kick the car, she knew he would be twelve seconds late: two seconds for the kick, and ten for him to tenderly rub his toes. Then, if she strained her ears, she could hear the subtle pitter patter of his large, graceful feet as he walked over the carpeted hallway and finally reached his apartment's door. It took him exactly three seconds to fit his key into the door on a good day, and five seconds if he had kicked the car, because the pain in his toes was distracting him. But every weekday, at nineteen minutes after five o'clock, along with however many seconds added, Bach was home. He would come trouncing into the apartment, grumbling about the workday, and never lay eyes upon the little white spec of micro, as if she wasn't there. For her part, Anna would never move from her spot, the spot she stood every day.

Without looking down, he would wander deeper into the apartment, his feet the size of buses compared to little Anna, his feet always stomping and approaching her. Just as he was about to step on her, just as his massive sole was looming ominously overhead (once just as the wrinkled leather touched her ears, though he only did that once because she found it genuinely frightening, and he apologized right after,) Bach would freeze. He put his foot farther back, looked down, and shrugged at her. "You're still here?" he would ask. But she knew that was his way of saying he loved her, because he would squat down and place his hand flat against the ground, palm up. She would crawl up into the center pad, using the cracked leather and long strands of fur to aid in her climb, and allow herself to be carried. Bach would do anything he wanted with her, but she didn't care.

Anna had built her new life around a constancy, and that constancy was Bach. The life of a micro was not an easy one. It was a life filled with struggle and fear, and the ever looming presence of death, be it from starvation, being eaten, or the wanton step of a giant. With Bach, none of those fears were present. He fed her, he would never eat her, and he was always so careful with where he dropped his feet. When he was at work, about eight hours a day, her time was of boredom and worry. So every day, she waited for him to come home, only today, at nineteen minutes after five o'clock, the door didn't open.

There were no words to describe what Anna felt sweep through her. Pain, fear, and sickness had been constancies in her old life. What she felt as minutes ticked off the clock was nothing compared to those trivial feelings. The constancy of her life was suddenly shattered, and a lost emptiness took hold of her as she sat there, a white spec against the oak floor of the apartment.

She was on the verge of tears when the doorknob finally twisted. How she had failed to hear Bach's car pulling up, or his footsteps on the hallway floor, she was not sure. As the door opened, her heart stopped beating as the same pangs of fear and worry flooded her senses. It was only when Bach appeared in the door that her heart beats resumed, and she released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

Bach played no games as he stepped into the apartment, and quickly closed the door behind him. He twisted the bolt lock into place, though that was not that surprising. Ever since Anna had... been adopted, or moved in, or whatever the terminology was, he had become slightly paranoid that someone might learn of her residency. Anna was not sure why. Lots of people kept micros as pets, and if that's what she was, she didn't care. Yet Bach was always afraid of someone learning about her. When the door was secure, he walked straight to Anna and kneeled down. She was confused, though when he presented his hand, she obediently climbed onto the center pad. She was carefully lifted to his face, and spent a moment just before his large, wet nose, so close she could see the pink skin deep inside the moist cavern. Warmth radiated out of his body, and her fur grew damp because of his moist breath.

"Is everything alright?" Anna asked.

Bach managed a smile. "Yeah, everything fine. Just a tense day, I guess. I need a favor though. Can you do something for me?"

Anna nodded quickly, furiously. I would do anything for you, she wanted to say. I will do anything and everything you want!

She was brought to the kitchen table and set down, before Bach placed his briefcase down on the table as well. He clicked it open and pulled out a small box that appeared to be made of plastic. He pulled the top open and set the box down before Anna, revealing a pair of white micro vixens huddling close together in one of the box's corners.

"We've been having a problem with an infestation at the office. I put down a couple live-catch traps, and found these two before I came home." Bach sighed. "I figured you would be better at dealing with them than I am. Just try and get them out of the box."

Anna nodded, and turned back to the terrified pair, clinging tightly to each other. Although a giant would say all micro vixens looked alike, especially white ones, Anna could tell her own kind apart. These two were so remarkably similar, however, she assumed they were sisters, twins even. Bach walked away, probably going into the shower, leaving Anna alone with her new guests.

"Hello," she said softly. "My name is Anna. Can you understand me?"

Forced to live a life of fear and cruelty, it was not uncommon for micros to go "feral." Whatever sentience, whatever logic they held (and they did, despite what the giants would like to believe,) was lost to savage instinct. Anna had dealt with ferals more than once. They were terrible creatures, so vicious they would tear another micro apart for no reason other than blind rage and fear. She could see the glimmer of sentience in the sisters' eyes, however, and said again, "My name is Anna. Can you understand me?"

"Where's the giant?" the sister on the left asked.

"Bach is taking a shower. He's not going to hurt you, I promise. I've been living with him for almost a year and he's never laid a paw on me. Can I ask your name?"

Again, it was the sister on the left that spoke. "I'm Deja," she said. "This is Cali."

"It's nice to meet you," Anna said in her sweet way. "When Bach comes out of the shower, I'm sure he'll give you something to eat and let you wash up. If you would like to leave after that, he'll drop you off wherever you want to go." Anna's tail swayed in front of her, and she caught it with a nervous hand. She gave her tail a twist or two, before asking, "Or maybe you would like to stay here?"

Micros were naturally sociable creatures, and happy when in large groups. Of course, large groups meant a better chance of attracting the attention of a giant, but it was something so deeply ingrained in their instincts, it could never quite be extinguished. Even ferals lived in swarms, generally even larger than that of regular micro nests, because they didn't have the intelligence to keep their numbers down.

The fact was, Anna was lonely. Of course, she had Bach, and she loved Bach very dearly, but Bach was a giant, and she was a micro. It had been so long since she had spoken to someone her own size, someone whose voice didn't hurt her ears and she didn't have to shout at to speak to. Her heart leapt when the sisters gave confused nods.

Those first days were filled with reservations and fears. Bach set up a little cage of sorts where the sisters could reside. The purpose of the cage was not to keep them in, as there were no locks. The purpose was to give them the illusion that he was kept out. It was silly, of course, but it helped. Their meals were brought to them by Anna, who was welcome at any time. They were fascinated by Anna, and wanted to talk to her, wanted to listen to her, wanted to learn from her.

Deja was the first to venture from her little cage in the corner of the living room and into the apartment grander. With Anna holding her hand, she stood before Bach, and introduced herself. A week later, Cali followed suit. And so, as the weeks passed, Anna built another constancy into her life: that she now had a pair of sisters.

With her new sisters, she found her boring days vanished. There were adventures to be had, games to play, food to "borrow" from Bach's bitchy neighbor next door (Bach strictly forbade the micros from leaving his house, so they never told him). But when Bach came home, Anna was always his, always waiting cutely in the middle of the floor. Soon, Cali and Deja joined with her, and relaxed with her and the giant wolf as he reclined comfortably in his arm chair.

One day, at nineteen minutes after five o'clock, Anna was waiting in her usual spot, with Deja and Cali by her side, when she heard the familiar clunk of Bach's jalopy pulling onto the street. Straining her ears, she could just make out his usual curses and screams at it, followed by a kick. She waited the appropriate ten seconds for him to resume his walk, but then she heard another kick, and another. For the next three minutes, there was a string of obscenities, all directed at the car, which must have been covered in dents and gashes by the time the peeved wolf was finished with it. By the slams of metal on metal, she wondered if he had taken the crowbar out of the trunk and laid into the car. She then listened closely to the muffled stomps of Bach's large, graceful feet along the ground, the clink of his key in the door, and the tumble of locks. He finally stepped into the apartment, though was limping slightly. Looking to his feet, she noticed one of his toes was spurting blood each time he placed pressure on it.

"Excuse me girls, I'll be in the bathroom."

Cali and Deja were both quick to scamper away. Seeing Bach wounded must have shaken something inside them, because they made a beeline back to the "safety" of their cage. Anna remained where she was. Even as Bach approached her, she had no worry that he wouldn't stop. Rolling his eyes, he squatted down and offered his hand, which she quickly climbed on to, and accompanied him to the bathroom. She was placed on the sink counter, as Bach began peeling out of his clothing and tossing them into the bathroom's corner.

Bach had such a beautiful body. He was lean and slender, with lovely symmetry, the result of a strict diet (which didn't involve micros) and a workout regime he followed religiously. The curve of his hips, narrowness of his middle, and weight of his pectorals gave him an almost feminine dimension, in fact. For a long time, Anna excused his fur as a mundane black, but the more time she spent with him, and the closer she looked, she learned he was covered in a monochromatic rainbow. His chest, for example, was as black as a starless night, the only part on him that was completely black, in fact. His belly, instead, was just a very dark grey. It was around pectorals and solar plexus that the shift occurred, gradual and subtle, so that only the most observant eyes could notice, though considering how many nights she spent, laying in his belly fur, she had plenty of time to take notes.

From her position on the counter, she was given quite a view of Bach's crotch, especially after he stepped out of his underwear. He never seemed embarrassed about his wolfen pride when she was around. If this stemmed from his view that she was simply a pet, or because he viewed her as a mate, or he didn't think of her at all, she could never quite be sure. His actions towards her fluctuated from day to day. Some nights were spent with his finger running down her spine like she was a simple house cat (though she would be lying if she said she did not enjoy it greatly). Other nights were spent sitting at a table and speaking as equals. However he saw her didn't matter. She viewed him as... as something special. That was what she cared about.

She was patient as Bach filled the bathtub. As she knew he would, he offered his hand to her before easing into the water. He placed her at the side of the tub while he washed the lukewarm water over his foot, and used soaps to clean the ugly gashes that had formed when the nails were bent backwards.

"Bad day at work, huh?" Anna asked.

"Fucking Misha," Bach muttered. "Fucking furry pig. I spend three months on the Lowe Report, but Misha hands the director the file, and Misha gets all the credit."

Anna's ears bent at the mention of Misha. Misha was a bear, and a... friend to Bach, though Anna could not understand why. Selfish and cruel, Misha was the embodiment of everything she feared in a giant. Whenever Misha came over to watch the game or have a drink, Bach set Anna down in his bedroom and locked the door, but she still spent the day in fear the bear would somehow break the door down and do something from her nightmares. With Deja and Cali, they spent those days huddled under Bach's bed in utter terror. She did not like Misha, and hoped that this show of his true nature would be enough to absolve the friendship between the wolf and the bear.

When the bleeding stopped, Bach washed the odors of the day's work off him. Scooping Anna out and placing her on the sink, he dried himself, and then carried her out and into the living room. He was heading for the arm chair, where he would relax after a hard day at work, when Anna spoke up.

"No," she said. He looked down at her. "Would you mind fetching Deja and Cali? And take us to the bedroom? We've been talking about doing something, and today might be the best day. So... how about it?"

Bach shrugged, and instead of reclining in his armchair, he walked to the little cage where the two sisters resided. He used both hands to carry the three little white vixens so they could spread out, and kept his hands close to his chest so they wouldn't fall. Cali, who still had some reservations about being held, was close enough to his chest to cling tight to the long strands of fur. He brought his adorable handfuls to the bedroom, sat down and set them each down before him. Sitting with them between his outstretched legs, he had to lean forward to better see them, their little white coats starkly different on the black bed sheets.

"Now, what where you little ladies talking about?" Bach asked with a handsome smile.

Deja kneed Anna in the rump, causing her to stumble forward. Bach rested one of his arms on his knee, and his head propped up in his paw. Anna's tail wagged forward. Taking hold of it, she began to twist and squeeze it cutely, something she hadn't done for several months. "Well, I was telling them about... uhm... that first night I stayed here. R-remember?"

"Yes Anna, I do."

"And, I was telling them about... uhm... well, you enjoyed it too, right?"

Bach's ears were the same very dark grey as his belly, which meant not quite black. This was more apparent as blood rushed to them, and they suddenly took a subtle red hue. He stared down at Anna, who was growing braver as the moments passed. "Bach, you've been everything to us. You've kept us warm, you've filled our bellies. You keep us safe from the monsters, and you don't ask for anything in return. We... we want to give you something, though. We want to make you feel good. So, will you let us?"

One of Bach's long, slender fingers stroked over the side of Anna's head. She moved her head with the finger, allowing the sharp nail to curve beneath her chin and brush against her throat. The nail traced a path between her pert breasts and down to her navel, where the smallest amount of pressure was applied. Of course, small by Bach's standards was enough to knock Anna down to her rump. She let out a cute, "Oomf" before looking up at the giant wolf.

"Aside from the extreme likelihood of fatality," he started, "you don't have to do anything for me, Anna. Neither do you two," he said, referring to Deja and Cali. "You barely take up any space, and it's not like I am going broke buying you girls food. Besides, it's nice to have some company."

"We know you aren't forcing us," Anna said, taking hold of his finger and giving it a little hug. "You're not forcing us now. Just... well, you hurt your foot, and Deja is a big old paw slut."

Anna heard the growls emitting from the vixen behind her, but didn't turn around. She was singularly focused on Bach. Bach's focus was on her as well, so he didn't realize Deja had ventured to his wounded foot until he felt the soft touch of her fur against his sensitive pad. His toes tingled, and he was going to straighten his leg at the itch but managed to catch himself, which was good, since he could have reduced the poor fox to a puddle of goo. Anna turned and hurried towards the other foot, running alongside the massive, truck sized thigh and calf, eventually coming to her prize. Again, his toes tingled as they were embraced by the silky form of another vixen, and puppyish growls slipped out of Bach's throat. Feeling a bit stiff, he slowly, carefully eased himself onto his back, and lay down more or less fully.

Bach's amber gaze focused on Cali. Although Anna had quickly taken to her new life, and Deja eventually settled, it was Cali who had remained the most wary and fearful of him. He was curious if she would take part in this little game, or sit it out, not that he would hold it against her. He was racking his brain to give her some out, where she wouldn't feel shame or embarrassment, when he noticed she was drawing closer. Afraid of spooking her, he didn't dare move, and soon she had disappeared beneath the curve of his groin. She reappeared as a little shape of white on his thigh, which she began to climb. Reaching the top of his leg, she began the long, hesitant journey towards his face.

Bach grumbled something, but shifting, he lay down and got comfortable. He was very careful with how he moved his feet, aware that a spasm or shift might accidentally squish the poor vixens, and eventually settled with his heel resting on the bed and his foot standing tall and proud. His feet were easily a head taller than the vixens. And although he couldn't understand what pleasure they could get from staring at his large paws, he didn't see the harm. His paws were anything but magnificent though. Although he had an office job, he was far from slothful. He adored jogging in the morning, and purposely parked in a garage several blocks from his work so he could walk an extra mile a day. As such, his paws were a crisscross of scars, flaking skin, sores, and most recently: a large gash on the toes of his right foot. The only thing remotely impressive was their size.

Although both the vixens were attracted to feet, it was Deja who felt her heart do somersaults at the sight that was presented before him. The supple black pads rose up and over her like a physical god, towering the grandest majesty. The toes above wiggled slightly, washing her with the sound of fur rubbing against pad. The fur on the soles of Bach's feet had the lightest grey of his entire body, so with the near black pads, she was able to take in every detail, now that she was so very close. Although Bach thought the scars and scratches were disgusting, to Deja they were a testament of his strength and resolve, a testament of his hardened body and soul. The paw excreted warmth, soothing the chills that were running up her spine, and actually smelled quite pleasant. She knew that Bach had bathed just recently, but she was still pleased that the odor of the day had not clung. Instead, there was the minty smell of his soap, along with the natural smells of his fur and leathery pads.

Reaching a hand out, she very gently ran her claws over the center ball. The subtle tickle made the toes above her twitch. With how wide the wolf's foot was, she could not see Bach's face, so she did not know if he enjoyed that touch, or if he had fallen asleep from boredom. Somehow, she didn't care. Her entire world was only the sole, how it wiggled and reacted when she touched a specific spot. She spent several fearful moments at arm's length, learning what spots were sensitive, before finally taking that worried step forward. Arms open, she pressed her entire chest against the warm pads and spots of peeking fur, gasping as the warmth ran through her.

Bach shivered at the full body hug. Cali, who was only at his pectorals, suddenly fell to her knees. He whimpered an apology to her, and reached a hand to help her up, but she didn't seem that bothered by what had happened. In fact, from her position on her knees, she noticed a slight part on his dark fur. Peeking out of his thick torso fur was an adorable, black nub, almost invisible against the black, though its leather texture gave Cali something to focus on. Still on her hands and knees, she crawled to Bach's adorable nipple, opened her jaws, and closed them gently. A low, confused growl emanated through the chest she was standing on. For poor little Cali, it was like surfing an earthquake, but she didn't actually mind. Although she was certainly still scared, she could not deny how amazing it was to be this close to a giant.

Deja and Anna were both working hard on the feet before them, but Bach had to admit, Deja was just slightly better. Her fur was a bit shaggier than Anna's, so when she pressed her body up against his pads, there was the nicest tickle. It was how much enthusiasm she showed that really sold her, though. She pressed into his feet with all the strength she could muster, and there was not an inch of his pads that her tongue didn't explore. She soaked the leather in drool, then licked the pad dry, only to soak it in drool once again. She nibbled cutely on the spots where the pads met and worked her tongue in the cracks to taste his fur. In the unspoken contest, she was certainly winning, until Anna reached as high as she could and wrapped her arms around Bach's biggest toe.

Looking down, Bach suddenly saw Anna's little white face and blue eyes appear between two toes. He wiggled his toes playfully, and she was forced to squeeze herself tighter to the supple digit. When the game stopped, she quickly turned her head and began to nibble over the toes and the stretch of skin that connected the two.

"This actually feels pretty good," Bach muttered. The collective heart of the three vixens lit up at the words of encouragement, and their enthusiasm suddenly doubled. Little growls and yaps slipped out of the wolf. His legs began to stretch and kick gently, though neither Anna nor Deja were deterred at their task. They only squeezed tighter to the foot, not allowing any buck or movement to knock them away.

Cali nibbled cutely on the hardening teat, like a suckling infant would her mother. Her teeth were surprisingly sharp and her jaws strong, allowing her to puncture little holes in the erect black skin. Of course, she never hurt Bach. At most, it was an odd, pleasurable sensation running through his muscular pectorals. She did not resist when a pair of slender fingers squeezed around her middle, applying just enough pressure she wouldn't slip out of his grip. She was brought before the lulled face of the wolf, who smiled at her. Whatever bravery she had managed to mount dropped as she stared into the massive amber eyes, easily larger than her head. Bach could see her worry.

"Shh, shh, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. There's just something I always wanted to try, but I have never had the guts to ask Anna. Do you think you would be comfortable with my mouth? I promise, I won't hurt you, and I think you might really enjoy it."

Transfixed, she stared at the black lips of the wolf, and the white teeth that could be glimpsed when he spoke. Mouths... they were what micros feared the most. If a giant stepped on you, it was generally quick. But if a giant ate you... well, there was no pleasant way to get eaten.

Still, Cali felt an odd tingle in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the curve of his lips. He was already drooling from the foot rub. Caught in the low light, a reflecting sheen dribbled over his black muzzle. She did trust Bach. She had trusted Bach for months, now, with her home and the life of her sister, and he had never done anything that would hint at malice. Despite the pins and needles tingle of fear, his promise of enjoyment echoed in her head. For the first time, she noticed a weight in her groin. Suppressed for so long, desires were suddenly tingling up her spine, creeping towards her brain. "J-just... promise not to eat me?" she asked, her voice barely above a squeak.

"I promise," Bach said, before slowly opening his impressive jaws and rolling out his crimson tongue. Instead of tossing her in, or even placing her in his mouth, he set her down in his other palm. Bringing his flat hand to his lips, it was up to her to take those first steps into the gaping, humid cavern. After a moment's hesitation, he could feel the funny pitter patter of her dainty feet on his pulsating tongue. She settled about in the center of his mouth before perhaps sitting down, judging by the odd displacement of her weight. He shivered when her little body twisted and the subtle weight of her breasts settled against his taste buds. Although he tried to suppress it, a growl rumbled from deep in his throat at the taste of her spreading thighs and a certain warm, fleshy spot.

A dainty growl slipped out of Cali's throat as well. It was dark, and the noises of body were deafening on her sensitive ears. Yet what distracted Cali the most was the warmth that radiated up, especially between her legs. Occasionally, on lonely nights, she had experimented with a slender finger. It was a pleasant game, but had quickly grown boring, and the practice fell into obscurity. If her finger could provide the warmth and bulk of just one of Bach's taste buds, she doubted she would ever have pulled her hand from between her legs. Wrapping her arms and legs around the spongy tongue and holding tight, she could grind her hips against the surface and achieve just a smidge of relief.

The tongue bucked like an angry bull. Cali suddenly found herself pressed between the warm, yielding surface and the almost scaly roof of Bach's mouth. The breath rushed from her lungs, and due to the tight squeeze and humid air, she could not take another inhale. Only when the tongue eased down did she fill her lungs. In those precious lulls, she humped and ground her hips against the ripples and buds, the lust in her belly having grown worse from the squeeze. Again, the tongue squeezed her tight, but she adored the tight compression, as that forced the heat into her every pore.

She screamed as she felt the mouth she was in tilt. For a moment, she thought Bach was lifting his head, intending to swallow her, but suddenly realized she was moving forward along the tongue, not back. The jaws before her parted wide so she wouldn't scrape against the sharp fangs. She tumbled through cool, bright air, before landing with a muffled plop onto the bed sheets. She took a breath, hoping the air would not be so stiflingly hot, only to find it filled with odor of canine musk. Lifting her head, she looked forward, and saw a titanic, purple, fleshy shaft standing tall before her.

Bach pushed his feet against the two micros. Deja was able to stay standing, but Anna lost her balance and landed cutely on her rump. While Deja walked around the foot and headed between the canyon of Bach's thighs towards her sister, Anna climbed up the foot and hung there, arms wrapped tight around the toes. Bach crossed his legs, "carrying" Anna until she could hop off and join the other two vixens standing before his growing wolfy pride.

A little puppy growl slipped out of Bach's throat. His feet were still tingling pleasantly from the affection they had been shown, and the taste of vixen lust was still burning on his tongue. He couldn't imagine what sort of pleasures the little ones could give to his aching shaft. He also couldn't imagine what it was like for the three tinies, staring at his penis, easily twice as tall and thick as they were. The air they breathed was filled with his musk, and although he actually enjoyed the odor, he was worried about his little friends suffocating. He opened his legs up, giving them the option to retreat they chose.

His heart did a somersault when, instead, the three of them all approached the shaft. His eyes closed and his breathing grew heavy. It took all of his will not to jump when he felt the cute little feet of the vixens over his thighs and testicles, as they began to climb onto his groin. A long, drawn out growl slipped from his drooling lips as the warm, silky bodies of the three vixens wrapped around his painfully erect penis. Perhaps two of them could manage the task, but with three, his penis was so much better embraced. They rubbed against him. They stretched onto their toes and stroked their fingers over the aching, bulbous glans, or pressed their pert breasts into the protruding veins. They were a weight and heat that nothing else in the world could rival.

Anna looked over her shoulder and to Bach's face. "Sit up," she said.

Bach's face spoke of the raw bliss they were putting him through. It was understandable that he didn't hear, but she still felt vaguely annoyed. Louder, she shouted, "Sit up, Bach. I want to do something."

Bach placed his hands behind him. With a heavy groan, he pushed himself forward. The little vixens tumbled off his cock and to the bed, all except Anna, who clung tightly to the pulsating glans. A few roles of white dribbled out of the flailing slit, and turned to a steady stream when Deja and Cali began to rub it from either side. Their delicate, tiny hands were so delightful, especially when compared to the course roughness of his own paw. They really worked hard, too. They pressed into the meaty shaft, using as much strength as their tiny bodies could muster. If they dipped their jaws, Bach braced himself for the delightful feel of little teeth nibbling against his warm, musky flesh.

He didn't notice, but the vixen sisters were slowly moving along his cock, towards the tip. Anna had already positioned herself at the front of the penis, before the glans, kneeling in the stream of white. Occasionally she ran her fingers over the glans, or licked up one of the salty drops of white, but mostly she just sat there. At last, Deja and Cali had reached the glans, and carefully slipped their claws into the slit. With a few grunts, they began to pull, sending a wave of both pleasure and pain through Bach, who had never felt anything like this.

"I've always wanted to try this," Anna said to herself, as she placed one of her dainty feet against the slightly parted slit. Bubbles of white gushed between her wiggling toes and up her leg. With a grunt, the two vixens pulled the slit wider, and Anna quickly pushed her other foot into the warmth before falling to her rump. With all the slick white gushing out, Deja and Cali lost their grip on the flesh and fell back. The slit abruptly slammed against Anna's knees, knocking them together. She squeezed her body as thin and tight as she could before reaching down to firmly grip the glans. With great difficulty, she managed to slide herself along the slick innards of the penis, until heat was at her thighs.

"Help me," she said, looking to Cali and Deja. "Please, help me. Oh... gods it's amazing... Please..."

Deja looked to the giant wolf, who was barely keeping himself propped up. She looked to Anna. Before she aided in what might end in Anna's death, she had to ask, "Are you sure about this?"

Anna enthusiastically nodded. Cali began to push, and eventually Deja followed suit, despite the lingering worry in her heart. The wolf's penis was remarkably tight. It was only with several wiggles and squirms, and the pressure Deja and Cali applied to her shoulders, that Anna managed to squirm into her hips. The flailing slit clamped shut upon her, and she could feel the pressure of white bubbling between her legs, trying to escape. It washed inside her aching nethers, giving just a bit of relief to her lustful pain.

"Oh... gods..." Bach stared at the sight, watching as the little white vixen slowly sank into the consuming purple. Bubbles of cream washed over her, soaking her fur and slickening her for her inevitable descent. His jaws clamped on his tongue as worry settled in him, but the ripples of bliss at the bulk in his cock was absolutely heavenly.

Deja and Cali both scrambled back as Bach's great hand reached down. His long fingers wrapped around his cock, getting a firm hold. When the cock was lifted up, aimed straight at the roof, Deja and Cali quickly scrambled forward and began to rub softly over the exposed fuzzy testicles. Facing the sky, Anna lifted her arms over her head and sucked a deep breath, hoping to somehow reduce her already miniscule frame. Although gravity pushed her a few inches deeper, until the slit was at her breasts, the slight protrusion stopped her descent. She needed help.

Anna watched as one of Bach's fingers lifted and settled on her crown. Very gently, he applied pressure, slowly pushing the squirming, wiggling, gasping vixen deeper inside. He was frightened of pushing her too deep, so deep she wouldn't be able to climb back out, and yet she showed no signs of worry. Even as the rolling flesh of his slit came up to her chin, she made no sign she needed to be let out. Her little hands were lifted over her head, pawing cutely at the air. With a delicate index finger and thumb, he caught one of Anna's hands, assuring she wouldn't sink inside completely. Her little blue eyes glared at him, and she pulled her back. Before he could pinch her hand again, she had past the eagerly opened slit. Having faith that she knew what she was doing, Bach instead wrapped his hand around his aching erection, while Deja and Cali worked enthusiastically on his churning balls. Rolls of musk were drowning the sisters, but despite the dizzying feel shared, they continued to work enthusiastically.

Deja watched with amazement and just a hint of jealousy as Anna's head and hands disappeared into the hungry purple girth. Climbing onto the testicles and wrapping herself around the massive column, she squeezed into it as best she could. The engorged pillar yielded under her pressure, letting her feel Bach's pounding pulse, and the lump of weight that was slowly moving down. She squeezed tighter, hoping to somehow feel Anna's distinct shape, but soon the micro's body had passed deeper into the shaft. Climbing back down to the testicles, Deja continued to massage them, both to pleasure Bach and hoping to feel Anna's shape inside them. Only by pressing her entire form against the yielding, fuzzy balls, could she just feel Anna inside, pressing out.

Bach jerked up. His balls, swollen and full, actually leapt off the bed with the thrusting, knocking the poor sisters several inches away. Bach gasped. He felt a rush of seed clawing to escape, but squeezed the base of his cock tight enough to keep the spurts at bay. He was worried what would happen to Anna, still twitching and shaking inside his testicles, though hadn't the faintest idea how he could get her out. His erection was turning a deeper shade of purple, as he was squeezing it tight enough to choke both the seed and the blood. Anna's mad squirms sent ripples through, only increasing the lustful fits his body was racked with.

His strength fell away, and he found his hand could no longer keep his erection squeezed tight. Falling onto his back, he humped the air, great testicles lifting off the bed and slamming back down. Gusts of musk exploded out of his erection, staining the black bed sheets and his black chest with blobs of white. The vixen sisters, frightened at the display, backed away as great gushes of cream exploded out of the cock. Their eyes remained transfixed on the exploding hose, terrified that a hint of red might be seen mingling with the white.

Bach tried to breathe the fire out of his lungs. Shivers and groans slipped out of his black lips as content washed over him. Oh, it had been ages since he had last cum like that. He was embarrassed to pleasure himself with Anna always scampering about. Despite his athletic physique and good conditioning, the gushes of climax had left him utterly tuckered out. He lay there, tongue stretched past his lips, and soft sighs slipping out of his dry throat.

Once again, he jerked forward. Despite having just released a truly massive load, he could feel something squirming about in his inflated testicles. For a moment or two, he was baffled about that, until it dawned on him who must still be swimming around in his seed.

Scooping Deja and Cali off the bed, he lay back and set them down on the thick fur of his pubic bone. He allowed his erection to rest on his fluffy crotch, though focused on not getting hard, despite the delightful tingle of a tiny fox inside his balls. Gripping his slit tightly, Deja pried the flesh apart, while Cali began to wiggle and crawl into it. It felt utterly amazing for Bach, but he focused on Anna, and managed to keep himself under control. He hadn't a clue how she had survived the prior orgasm, but if he churned another load or grew hard... well, he didn't want to think about it.

Whimpers and silky growls emerged from him. In his sensitive genitals, he could feel Anna swimming about, moving closer to the fleshy tunnel that would provide her escape. If he fancied her wiggling into his penis absolutely orgasmic, it could not compare to the blinding pleasure that was surging through him as she climbed out. Reaching into the long stretch of his flesh, Cali gripped Anna's hand tightly. Moving behind her sister, Deja gripped Cali by the ankles. With Bach gently gripping Deja's he tugged, and slowly drew the vixens away from his aching shaft. When Anna was finally, completely free, his penis suddenly sprung to life. Another wave of seed had been trapped behind her hips, and with the cork no longer in place, another dozen spurts gushed out of him, washing both his chest and his three friends in the gooey, slimy white.

The three little vixens watched the explosions of white with great interest. The raw power of the gushes was nothing short of breathtaking. Spurt after spurt rained upon Bach's muscular chest, only occasionally the erection's gushes became too intense and splashed upon the vixens between his legs. Though the white cream was an intense weight, they adored how it coated their forms in sweet scents. They were sad when the spurts slowed, and the fleshy erection began to grow soft. As if it were shy after such an incredible display, it began to retreat back into its sheath. The three vixens scampered up Bach's thighs, despite the slick fur and the weight of cream that was clinging to their bodies. Bach had no clue what to expect, and howled as the three vixens suddenly threw themselves upon the fleeing shaft, wrapping around it tight and clamping someone else's wrist so they formed a chain.

Anna whined as the warmth of the sheath slid smoothly, effortlessly, up her ankles. She buckled her knees and wrapped her thighs tighter around the girth, as it continued to sink into the flesh housing, taking her, and her adopted sisters with it. The smells grew more and more intense as the warmth climbed up her thighs and to her hips. To her left, Cali squeezed her hand a bit tighter. Anna gave her a squeeze back, hoping to convey her reassurance, as they were slowly drawn deeper into the warm cave of Bach's sheath.

All three vixens gasped as warmth clamped upon their nethers, the sheath pressing their respective vaginas against the bumpy flesh of purple cock. Anna squeezed it tighter, and even began to lick despite the bitter taste. Mimicking her, Deja and Cali began to lick, squeeze, and bite the erection in a furious show of lust. Despite their affection, the flaccid erection continued to sink, retreating with them deeper and deeper, until only their little heads were spared the embrace. The three vixens took their final breaths, before disappearing into the musky lips.

The warmth, the scents, the noises... the world of the three vixens was nothing beyond the tight embrace of the flesh at their back and front. Despite the agonizing lust boiling in their collective hearts, they did not squirm or struggle. They were afraid even the smallest movement would stimulate Bach, and they did not want to leave their new home, at least not yet. Although the air was thick with musk, and the heat was stifling, never had any of them felt so comfortable in her life. Occasionally a hand was squeezed, and the squeeze was returned, letting each know the other was alright.

Bach could barely move. The most his body could muster was the occasional twitch, but even that left him panting and growling loudly. Every tiny movement the vixens made sent ripples through his spine. Although he worried about them, he also had faith that they were safely snug inside his sheath. After all, if they really wanted to get out, it wouldn't be too hard. A kiss or two, and his erection was be fully grown. He could already feel another load brewing in his testicles, which were still tingling from Anna's trip inside them. Setting his head down slowly, he began to relax. His feet still tingled from the rub, his tongue still tickled from the exotic taste, and of course his sheath felt quite pleasant with its new guests.