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Oriental Nudism.

A Themed Bar.

(Story commission)

Cobalt’s heart raced with a nervous energy that threatened to overwhelm him. For over two years, he had spent countless hours conversing with his companion across a myriad of digital platforms, their words bridging the vast gulfs between stars. Yet, the prospect of meeting this virtual friend in person stirred a deeper agitation within the young anthropomorphic panther. His journey to this moment had been arduous—a voyage of hundreds of light-years, endured in the cramped confines of economy-class starships, traversing a handful of solar systems. Such travel was a brutal assault on anyone’s sleep cycle, but Cobalt’s excitement eclipsed his exhaustion. He had arrived at his destination: the grand entrance hall of an opulent restaurant, its theme as peculiar as it was striking.

The establishment was a vision of splendor, its architecture commanding awe. Triple-height ceilings soared overhead, adorned with intricate bamboo paneling, while a massive circular chandelier hung like a celestial body at the center of the main hall, casting a warm glow over circular wooden accents. The bar itself sought to evoke the essence of sixteenth- and seventeenth-century Oriental aesthetics, its staff dressed in costumes so minimal they barely qualified as attire. This choice of venue had been Taylor’s, the equally youthful anthropomorphic feline—a robust lion twink, teetering on the edge of twunk—whom Cobalt had arranged to meet in person for the first time. Taylor had a fondness for such exotic, themed environments, particularly ones as bold as this nudist bar. While the staff weren’t entirely nude, patrons could shed their garments at the entrance or rent one of the venue’s thematic costumes, which covered so little they might as well have been ornamental.

At that precise moment, Cobalt arrived early, his nerves fraying as he stepped into the reception area. Another feline, slender and slightly shorter, greeted him, clad in nothing but a green hood. The dark-furred panther felt a flush of unease as the attendant, with an air of effortless nonchalance, inquired whether he wished to enter nude, rent a costume, or keep his clothes. This was a place tailored for the boldly extroverted, and the green-eyed, black-and-white-furred receptionist’s casual demeanor made the act of strolling naked among strangers seem almost trivial. For a fleeting moment, Cobalt felt at ease, disarmed by the attendant’s warm and unassuming presence.

Opting against renting a costume, Cobalt chose to enter the establishment with only his purple scarf draped around his neck. The young feline receptionist had reassured the panther that keeping his clothes was no issue, but a quick glance over the attendant’s shoulder into the main hall revealed the stark truth: entering fully dressed would make Cobalt the focal point of attention, a jarring anomaly in this sea of minimalism. The wiser course, he reasoned, was to adapt to the environment’s rhythm. Following the other feline to a small, reserved room—a locker area more akin to the luxurious changing quarters of a high-end spa—Cobalt couldn’t help but notice, with a mix of curiosity and unease, the receptionist’s evident lack of flaccidity. As the young employee stepped aside, revealing the rest of his toned, twinkish frame from behind the wooden podium in the bar’s main corridor, Cobalt caught a fleeting glimpse: a pink, erect member pointed briefly in his direction, framed by a pair of impeccably groomed white-furred testicles. The sight was as striking as it was absurd, a meticulous detail Cobalt might never witness again in his lifetime. Who, he wondered, would dedicate such effort to grooming their testicles? Only, it seemed, an employee of a nudist bar, where such attention to detail was perhaps a professional requirement.

Inside the small room, the receptionist indicated a designated locker for Cobalt’s belongings—items he wouldn’t wish to carry, given his lack of clothing or pockets. Handing him an electronic keycard, the attendant waited as Cobalt hesitated, instinctively expecting the feline to leave so he could undress in private. It was an involuntary reaction, one that dissolved as he met the green-eyed feline’s warm, white-toothed smile. A moment later, realization struck like a bolt of clarity. “Fool,” Cobalt chided himself silently. “You’re in a nudist bar, and the person you’re waiting to leave is standing there, naked, with an erection pointed at you. Of course he’s not going anywhere, you dim-witted panther!”

After stowing his clothes and electronics in the assigned locker, Cobalt turned his attention back to the young receptionist, who waited patiently, his smile as comforting as ever. A few centimeters below that smile, his erection stood like a peculiar welcome flag, as if it were part of the establishment’s policy for all public-facing staff to maintain such a state. Cobalt, now equally nude, felt his cheeks flush a deeper red as his own member stirred, rising to match the receptionist’s in an awkward mirrored display, a silent testament to the charged atmosphere of the moment.

The receptionist, for his part, merely smiled and let out a soft chuckle, his tone warm and reassuring as he spoke. “Oh, no, you need to keep the card,” he said. “It’s for accessing your locker when you leave.” Only then did Cobalt realize how flustered he’d become—so disarmed by standing naked alongside another strikingly handsome feline, alone together in this relatively private space, that his hand had instinctively risen as if to return the card. The other feline’s words deepened Cobalt’s blush, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. To make matters worse, as the young receptionist moved to lead him out of the reserved room and back toward the main hall, Cobalt caught an unintended glimpse of the feline’s swaying hips. The motion caused the receptionist’s pink, erect member to swing freely from side to side, his white-furred testicles brushing against the inner parts of his thick, firm thighs. The sight sent a jolt through Cobalt, his own member pulsing in response—though fortunately, the receptionist had already turned away, starting down the corridor, oblivious to Cobalt’s reaction. In this environment, such a response might not have been an issue; if anything, the receptionist might have taken it as a compliment. After all, in a place like this, both patrons and staff shared a rather particular taste.

As they navigated through the tables of the main hall, Cobalt seized the chance to ask the stunning feline ahead of him for his name. “You can call me Diego,” the shorter feline replied, his voice soft and melodic. Cobalt couldn’t tell if it was merely a side effect of Diego’s beauty—his delicate features, lithe frame, and unabashed nudity—but the panther’s heart raced far faster than usual in the presence of the young receptionist guiding him to his reserved table. Deep down, Cobalt wished this moment could stretch on indefinitely, some part of his mind pleading for his time with Diego to extend for hours. The fact that Diego was nearly bare, walking ahead in just a short green hoodie that barely covered his midriff, leaving his wide, elegant hips on full display as they swayed with each step, only deepened the spell. His long, glossy feline tail followed the motion of his backside, swishing hypnotically from side to side, captivating the young panther. Nothing seemed capable of breaking Cobalt from this trance—until a persistent vibration from his left wrist jolted him back to reality, shattering the enchantment.

Instinctively, the young panther raised his smartwatch to eye level, his expression transforming in an instant. The soft, almost hypnotized gaze—captivated by the seductive beauty of a male feline whose body bore curves of an almost feminine elegance—shifted to one of horror, worry, and despair. The cause of this sudden dread? With a sinking terror, Cobalt realized he had left the induction battery that powered his size bracelet among his belongings in the locker.

Consider this: in a galaxy governed by a galactic empire stretching across thousands of light-years, there exists a necessity to embrace and accommodate countless cultures and civilizations, each as varied as the stars themselves. Typically, civilizations with significant disparities rarely intermingled—not because it was forbidden, but because it was inherently challenging. Such was not precisely the case here. Cobalt had journeyed to this planet to visit a friend he’d met virtually and with whom he’d interacted for years. Both species and civilizations from their respective worlds were anthropomorphic, but there was one critical distinction: size. While one was deemed “normal-sized” by galactic standards, the other were known as mega-macros—or titans.

Upon arriving at the spaceport, Cobalt had been briefed on the most basic protocols for navigating a planet inhabited almost exclusively by mega-macros. Among the foremost instructions was a dire warning: under no circumstances should he separate himself from the power source that operated his size bracelet. This device, which Cobalt had conveniently rented through his travel agency upon arrival, was essential; purchasing one outright for a single visit would have rendered his journey financially impossible. It was a chilling thought that the power source keeping the size bracelet on his panther wrist charged and functional via induction was, in fact, a miniaturized fusion reactor. Given that the average height of the anthro beings on this planet hovered around six kilometers, the “miniature” nuclear fusion reactor Cobalt had been carrying in his pocket was, by normal standards, nothing less than a relatively standard-sized nuclear power plant. The complexities of integrating multiple beings in a single environment often led to strange and unprecedented situations—situations Cobalt was about to experience firsthand.

For just as the young anthropomorphic feline—who resembled a domestic cat, a badger to be precise—stopped before the table reserved for Cobalt’s companion, the worst had already occurred. Before Diego could even pivot on his paws to turn around, disaster struck. Cobalt barely had time to halt behind the receptionist guiding him before the three short vibrations from the electronic bracelet on his wrist ceased. A wave of vertigo, mingled with the sensation of freefall, engulfed the young feline. Worse still, with one paw mid-step in the air, Cobalt’s brain stretched the moment of his shrinking back to normal size into an agonizing eternity, akin to the disorienting jolt of missing a step while descending stairs. By some stroke of luck, the young panther didn’t collapse face-first onto the floor or lose his balance entirely. His mind registered a small victory—after all, the shame of falling abruptly in the crowded main hall of a luxurious restaurant and cocktail bar would have been unbearable; better to vanish than endure such humiliation. Yet what Cobalt didn’t yet realize was that even if he had fallen hard, snout-first onto the polished, noble wood floor that enhanced the venue’s immersive ambiance, no one around him would have noticed. For the next few hours, at best, no one would even be capable of registering his existence—a fact that became starkly apparent as Cobalt slowly raised his head to look directly ahead.

And as he looked ahead, Cobalt no longer saw the graceful curves of the semi-nude feline receptionist who had been guiding him. Instead, he faced an immense, almost infinite flat desert, its surface the exact hue of the hardwood floor his mind had just moments ago celebrated not crashing into. For a few seconds, time seemed to freeze around Cobalt. The young panther gazed about, and all he could discern were colossal structures in the distance—towering forms stretching kilometers into the sky, reaching toward what appeared to be an endless infinity. But it was only when his tiny mind focused on the vast expanse stretching directly before him that he began to grasp the true peril of his predicament. With a simple pivot on one of his heels, Diego caused his other paw—the one opposite the gigantic, colossal limb planted firmly on the ground ahead of Cobalt—to shift. For Diego, the movement spanned mere centimeters across the floor, but for Cobalt, now reduced to his natural size, it was as if the colossal sole of Diego’s left paw had traversed hundreds of meters through the air, only to crash back onto the wooden surface mere dozens of meters from where he stood. THUD! A thunderous impact reverberated, followed by a swift gust of air carrying the musky, sweaty scent of a working feline’s paw pads—a feline who spent nearly all his working hours on his feet. The earthy, saline odor, steeped in the sweat of those pads, assaulted the nostrils of the minuscule panther named Cobalt. Once shorter than Cobalt, Diego now loomed as a titan, and the overpowering musk caused Cobalt to lose his balance, toppling onto his backside. Yet, even as he fell, his erect member pulsed with an undeniable intensity, a primal reaction to the scent of a man he had just met—a man to whom he already felt an unshakable attraction.

Moreover, seated on his backside on the giant wooden floor, Cobalt could now behold Diego’s magnificent legs in all their glory. The two bare limbs of the mega-macro feline stood like pillars of pure muscle, bone, and flesh, stretching skyward to support a colossal weight of multiple tons. Multiple tons of sheer feline grace and beauty—that was how the minuscule Cobalt now perceived the towering body of the giant feline looming above him. To crown the spectacle, the same motion Cobalt had witnessed earlier in the locker room with Diego repeated itself here, but on a scale of size and impact that defied comprehension. He could see Diego’s erect member swaying between his legs as a consequence of turning around, and just below it hung the pair of testicles forming the giant receptionist’s scrotum. But now, everything was infinitely more staggering. Cobalt was witnessing a nude, gigantic member swaying in all its glory kilometers away and above his head—a member that, even at such a distance, was immense! And the scrotal sac swinging beneath it could easily crush him without intent or awareness.

It was at that precise moment that the giant receptionist acted once more in a way that yanked the tiny micro back to reality, forcing him to confront the sheer danger of his new existence. With the simple act of parting his lips to speak, Diego said, “HUM? COBALT?”—an innocent gesture that caused the world around his minuscule client to quake entirely. The gentle, warm tone of Diego’s voice remained, but now magnified hundreds of times to match the scale of his towering, all-powerful form. That voice, soft yet resonant with a deep timbre, made Cobalt’s small, fragile body tremble on the floor. In that instant, danger swept through his soul, his heart pounding faster as the rational part of his brain seized control. The tiny micro—less than an ant compared to the average height of this world’s beings—scrambled to his feet and immediately shouted upward, toward the face of the titan who now dominated his minuscule world with his mere presence. “Diego! Look, I’m here! I’m right here! Down here, Diego!” Cobalt screamed with all his might, but to his despair, the badger-like feline’s pointed ears didn’t so much as twitch, nor did the giant shift his green eyes downward. All Cobalt could see now was the underside of Diego’s chin and jawline. The poor micro had no idea what expression the giant feline hovering mechanically above him bore on his face—whether Diego was frightened, merely confused, or entirely unconcerned. Nothing! It was the paradox of feeling so close to another being, close enough to be enveloped by the warmth and scent of their body, yet simultaneously so impossibly far away.

Despair began to grip the poor, minuscule feline, but Cobalt knew his time was short and that the last thing he could afford in that moment was a panic attack. At any second, the giant feline—the only being in this place even aware of his presence—might turn and walk away, leaving the tiny micro-feline lost forever, doomed to live an insect-like existence in a world dominated by anthros the size of the tallest mountains on his home planet.

Meanwhile, a dozen kilometers above, Diego glanced to one side, then the other. The young feline receptionist wondered if perhaps he had walked too quickly, or more likely, the guest he’d been escorting had found his companion and they were already seated at another table elsewhere in the bar. Either way, Diego swiftly dismissed any lingering thoughts of the young panther from his mind, deciding instead to linger in that corner of the bar for a few minutes, admiring the nearly nude clientele before returning to his post at the reception desk.

Cobalt, on the other hand, raced through his options. Tilting his neck upward, he was confronted by the monumental expanse of Diego’s body—his features, his muscular legs firmly planted on the ground, anchoring a weight measurable only in multiple tons. The fear of finding himself beneath the shadow of one of those colossal soles sent shivers through Cobalt, the fur on his tail standing on end. Yet, those same enormous paws, resting mere meters away—meters that, in reality, were only a few centimeters—might also hold the key to solving his predicament. Mustering a double dose of courage, the bug-sized feline began to approach the side of the giant paw of the equally colossal feline. Each step was an act of defiance against fear and, simultaneously, an act of resilience. The closer Cobalt drew to the giant’s paw, the more intense the heat radiating from Diego’s body became, and the more potent the scent of sweat mingled with musk emanating from his paws. By the time the tiny panther stood face-to-face with the pink wall that was the central pad of Diego’s paw, his world and the surrounding environment had transformed almost entirely.

Now, Cobalt was so close to a single part of another being’s body that his minuscule mind struggled to comprehend that he was merely observing a fragment of a greater whole. The scent wafting from that titanic appendage was so overpowering that the tiny panther felt he could almost slice through it with his claws if he wished. The atmosphere—a dense fog of musk mixed with the earthy, saline tang of Diego’s sweat—permeated the area, or at least the small perimeter of a few centimeters around the spot where Diego’s paw rested on the floor. And that wasn’t all: even the slightest adjustments in posture, the involuntary contractions of the giant feline’s internal muscles as Diego’s body naturally worked to maintain its standing balance, caused the ground around Cobalt to tremble with an imposing force. With each powerful RUMBLE that the tiny panther felt, he instinctively craned his neck upward, heart racing, fearing the giant receptionist might be on the verge of taking a step or shifting his stance in a way that would bring his paw hovering over Cobalt, threatening to crush him—only to realize that no such thing was happening. It was merely the titanic feline contracting and relaxing the powerful muscles in his equally formidable thighs, which loomed and stretched kilometers above.

Shaking his head, Cobalt set his new plan into motion. Face-to-face with the warm, slightly sweaty pink wall of flesh that was Diego’s paw pad, the tiny feline summoned all his strength to deliver powerful punches to its side. The hope of the minuscule micro was that the multi-kilometric titan looming above might feel something—even if just a slight itch that would compel Diego to bend down and scratch the area, thereby increasing the chances of the tiny panther being noticed as the titan’s attention turned downward to where Cobalt stood. It was a simple, sober plan, and in many ways the best Cobalt could manage given his dire circumstances. Unfortunately, the plan would not unfold exactly as he had envisioned. After delivering five forceful punches, the tiny panther began to tire from the repetitive motion. Cobalt was throwing genuine punches—had he been in a physical fight with someone his own size, his opponent would surely have been knocked out by now. But the small, almost insignificant panther was not facing an opponent of his stature. Worse still, beyond the physical exhaustion, Diego’s role as a receptionist meant the giant feline spent many hours on his feet, causing his paws to sweat considerably. This was hardly an inconvenience to anyone in daily life, as guests rarely found themselves with their faces so close to his soles that they’d need to contend with the salty scent of sweat emanating from them. Unfortunately, that logic no longer applied to Cobalt.

After a prolonged series of punches, the tiny anthropomorphic panther collapsed onto his back on the polished wooden floor, drenched in sweat that wasn’t his own, left to marvel once more at the slender, fit expanse of the multi-kilometric young man’s body. The scent of Diego’s sweat was so overpowering in his environment that Cobalt could practically taste the badger-cat’s paw pad in his mouth. Though the tiny panther believed he had failed miserably in his new plan to attract the giant receptionist’s attention, he was, in fact, closer to success than he realized. Diego had been ignoring a faint but persistent itch at the base of his left paw. Regrettably, instead of bending down in the middle of the restaurant in front of everyone to investigate the source of the irritation, the giant employee opted for a more direct and discreet approach.

With a blend of dexterity, grace, and balance, Diego lifted his right paw and, using the tips of his toe claws, gently scratched the area where the tiny Cobalt had been punching so persistently. From the micro panther’s perspective, however, this act was anything but delicate. To him, it was as if a claw as massive and sharp as a skyscraper, attached to an equally colossal toe, hurtled toward him at an astonishing speed. Cobalt was forced to dive out of the way moments before impact, a resounding RUMBLE echoing as Diego’s claw subtly scratched the spot where the tiny feline had been striking. This was a clear sign: Cobalt’s efforts were having some effect, though the giant receptionist’s initial reaction wasn’t what the micro had hoped for. Still, Cobalt now felt certain that if he continued to interact with that same region of Diego’s body, he might irritate the titanic feline enough to compel him to bend down and search for the source of the itch near his toes on his left paw. That, at least, was the plan—but reality would prove far less accommodating.

Moments later, as the young twink receptionist felt relief from the itch that had been troubling him, he returned his right paw to its previous position and even adjusted his posture, entirely unaware of the devastating impact this would have on the tiny Cobalt. The small micro panther was left in awe and terror, watching as the giant paw pads of Diego’s right sole passed overhead while the feline repositioned his foot firmly on the ground. Not before, however, allowing Cobalt to glimpse immense droplets of sweat sliding down the soft, pink surface of the sole’s pads. Each salty droplet was capable of demolishing a family home with its impact, and Cobalt watched as some fell from the warm, pink sky above, crashing onto the floor with a powerful SPLASH, splattering nearly everything around—including the micro himself. Now, Cobalt was not only covered in the sweat of a near-stranger but also had his fur impregnated with the musky scent of Diego’s paw. And this was merely the beginning.

Next, Diego shifted his posture to better balance the light weight of his slender body between his paws, oblivious to the fact that this motion lifted his left paw off the wooden floor and shifted it slightly to the right. This simple action had catastrophic consequences for Cobalt, who was left to witness and feel the ground around him shudder and vibrate as the giant, monolithic feline paw—warm and sweaty—rose into the air, only to reposition itself directly above his head. If the tiny micro had already been dwelling in a shadowy valley simply by standing beneath the body of a titanic being, now, with Diego’s paw shifted so that its sole hovered directly overhead, Cobalt felt as though day had turned to night. Total darkness enveloped his world, and as he tilted his neck upward, all he could see was a pink sky made of a soft, damp pad, radiating heat and stretching in every direction. No matter where the minuscule panther looked, all that filled his vision was more of the pink pad dominating the heavens around him.

Then, without warning or ceremony, the colossal paw began to move once more—this time vertically downward. A powerful sound of displaced air erupted as the wind, forced from the confines beneath Diego’s paw, sent Cobalt’s fur whipping in all directions. As the giant sole descended and the wind pressure intensified, the tiny feline struggled to hold his ground, the gusts threatening to sweep him away. Though the odds of survival were slim amidst the immense wind speed, they were perhaps greater than surviving being crushed beneath the sole of someone weighing tens of thousands of tons. But Cobalt had no time to ponder this, for within seconds, his world darkened, and with a thunderous THUD! the small panther felt an overwhelming weight pin his body, accompanied by an unbearable heat. Cobalt had become nothing more than a minuscule speck of dust, flattened and clinging to the sole of another anthropomorphic cat’s paw—a cat who no longer even remembered his existence.

Yet, by a stroke of fortune, the tiny Cobalt had not removed a crucial accessory during his time in the bar’s locker room. A small ring on his finger granted him ultra-resilience, an extra layer of protection designed to allow beings from worlds with such drastically different size scales to interact safely in the same environment. Without that ring, Cobalt’s body would now be nothing more than a tiny red smear across the vast expanse of the central pad on Diego’s left paw. But this didn’t mean life for the minuscule panther would be easy or comfortable from here on. Moments after enduring the crushing weight and heat of that monumental paw, the tiny micro felt his body adhere to the warm, soft skin of the paw pad, stuck by a thin layer of sweat from the natural perspiration of the young mega-macro feline’s body. Worse still, Diego had decided he’d been away from his post long enough and resolved to walk back to the reception desk of the themed restaurant.

Thus, the first of the few dozen steps the giant feline would take from the main hall to the reception was, from the tiny micro’s perspective, the most overwhelming. Cobalt felt the crushing weight shift, sliding across the surface of that pad as Diego’s body prepared for its first step. Suddenly, the pressure on his minuscule frame surged exponentially before the micro heard—and felt—an intense quake accompanied by a THUD! Diego had begun his short journey with the other paw, but soon it would be the turn of the paw virtually crushing his tiny guest. Just as the weight on Cobalt had peaked moments before, it abruptly vanished, only for the G-forces to invert. The tiny panther felt a chill in his gut as the colossal paw of the giant cat lifted into the air, carrying him along. For a brief moment, Cobalt was subjected to immense G-forces as his body ascended, then traversed hundreds of meters horizontally. Finally, he felt almost as if he were in freefall until the same paw transporting him slammed into the ground with a powerful THUD, followed by a quake that shook his tiny frame.

The sensation was far more complex than merely experiencing a tremor or being exposed to a deafening sound. Cobalt could feel the weight of Diego’s body settling onto him, slowly and gradually, as the giant paw pad distributed the load. For a brief moment, the full weight of the titan’s body bore down on him while Diego was mid-step, the other paw lifted into the air. But soon after, that paw collided with the ground, and the weight on Cobalt vanished as the walking cycle repeated with the second paw. Step after step, Diego unknowingly trampled and crushed the body of his poor guest, treating him as little more than a minuscule speck of dust clinging to the sole of his paw. One THUD followed another—THUD… THUD… THUD…—until, at last, all movement ceased.

Diego now stood once more before the podium in the bar’s entrance hall, back to greeting guests with a charming, captivating smile on his face. Those who entered, admiring his fit and slender form, had no inkling that beneath that nude body, a tiny, struggling feline fought for survival, his body without even the space to move. For long minutes—perhaps half an hour or more—Cobalt remained completely immobilized, pressed beneath the crushing weight of the other feline’s body. He breathed in the potent mix of paw musk and sweat, felt the heat radiating from Diego’s body, and endured every minute adjustment in posture as Diego shifted his weight between his legs. The cumulative effect was more than enough to make the tiny feline lose all sense of time, from the moment he was stepped on by the titanic bar employee to the instant Diego decided to scratch the sole of his paw, rubbing it against the claws at the tips of the toes on his other paw.

Meanwhile, the tiny Cobalt could do nothing about his predicament. After long minutes of being flattened and stuck beneath the sole of a giant, the minuscule panther couldn’t even move his neck properly. He was caught entirely off guard when the tip of a claw, made of pure keratin, scraped his tiny body off the pink pad of Diego’s sole with a certain level of brutality. Cobalt tumbled between the toes of the giant’s right paw, disoriented, his body aching and covered from head to toe in another man’s paw sweat. He could only look up and take in the monumental, overwhelming sight of the grand canyon formed by the space between two of Diego’s toes. Now positioned in the toe crotch of Diego’s paw, the tiny panther had to endure an even more potent natural scent of the feline’s paws, but at least he could breathe more freely, move, and even appreciate the divine expanse of the receptionist’s body—a body that remained completely oblivious to his existence and suffering up to this point.

After surviving who-knows-how-long being trampled and crushed beneath someone’s paw, Cobalt felt no rush to stand. His aching body demanded rest, and the worst that could happen now was being crushed beneath one of Diego’s toe pads—a fate that might even be less harrowing than being flattened under the central sole pad, which bore most of the giant feline’s weight when Diego stood upright. Still, the heat and humidity in that region were nearly unbearable, and Cobalt knew that without the help of the titans inhabiting this world, he’d never escape the insect-like existence he was now living. Realizing that interacting with the giant feline through his paws was a poor strategy, Cobalt had only one final option in mind. Gazing upward, as if trying to better grasp the challenge he was about to face, the tiny panther slowly convinced himself he had no choice but to scale the body of the multi-kilometric giant and attempt to gain his attention from another point on his body.

Yet, even as his only available option, it was no easy choice. Scaling the body of someone over six kilometers tall was equivalent to hours of climbing! Cobalt knew he certainly didn’t have that much time, not to mention the risk of falling—a fall that, thanks to his ring, wouldn’t kill him but would surely reset all his progress. That is, unless he fell while Diego was walking, which could result in the poor, tiny feline being left behind as the only titan he’d ever interacted with on this planet strode off into the unknown at a speed the micro could never hope to match. Even so, given all the possibilities, Cobalt approached one of the pads on the side of Diego’s colossal toe. He stared at the wall of soft skin for a moment before looking up. Just climbing to the top of the giant feline’s toe would be a challenge in itself, yet the tiny panther knew he’d need to scale a hundred times that distance. Without overthinking, and knowing his journey would be long, Cobalt began to climb. It was strange to imagine that, at the end of this adventure—if all went well—he’d be able to tell Diego he’d become far more intimately acquainted with his body than anyone else ever had.

And so it went—step after step, pull after pull—Cobalt made his minuscule progress. The heat surrounding him was intense and constant, given his proximity to the source, but as the tiny feline gained altitude and distanced himself from the sole of the paw, both the musky scent and the humidity from the sweat diminished considerably. Over time, climbing the body of another feline shifted from a daunting challenge to a somewhat tedious task for Cobalt. Diego spent most of his time standing in front of a podium, observing the street’s bustle or fiddling with personal smart devices he kept strategically hidden near the podium—a stroke of luck for Cobalt, as it meant the giant titan remained stationary for the majority of the time. But it was only after several hours of climbing that Cobalt finally reached a point near the giant’s colossal right knee, though the tiny panther was still slightly below the titan’s knee height. “Damn it! At this rate, it’ll be morning before I even reach this guy’s face…” Cobalt muttered to himself, exhausted, deciding it might be wise to pause and rest before continuing his monumental ascent up someone’s body.

As time passed, the tiny micro began to focus on the details of Diego’s body. Cobalt even started to consider himself fortunate for climbing the body of an anthro who took such meticulous care of his fur. Diego’s well-hydrated, combed, and groomed fur provided an almost perfect surface for the tiny panther’s climb. Had Diego’s fur been even slightly disheveled, Cobalt might have found himself scaling a dense, vertical forest with little to no visibility of his direction or ability to track his progress. In other words, the ascent up the young titanic feline’s body would have been nearly impossible to complete. But as Cobalt rested, taking a moment to admire the colossal structure of cartilage that formed Diego’s knee, he heard a familiar voice resonating through the environment. It was a friendly voice, one he knew well—only now magnified to a gigantic scale. As the tiny, bug-sized micro, clinging with all his strength to the fur on the calf of another feline, looked up, he saw none other than Taylor. That’s right—Taylor, his friend whose idea to visit this place had landed the poor, tiny panther in this predicament in the first place.

“HELLO! I’M SORRY, BUT HAVE YOU BY ANY CHANCE CHECKED IN A YOUNG FELINE WITH BLACK FUR, A PANTHER NAMED COBALT?” The voice of the young lion thundered through the air as he gazed directly into the green eyes of the receptionist to whom Cobalt was clinging. “I… I BELIEVE SO. COBALT? YES! HE WAS HERE, QUITE A BIT EARLIER,” Diego replied, his voice equally imposing, its powerful timbre threatening to dislodge the poor, tiny micro scaling his body and send him plummeting hundreds of meters to the floor below.

“EARLIER? HOW LONG AGO WAS HE HERE?” Taylor countered, unaware that the friend he was so desperately searching for was, at that very moment, closer to him than he could imagine. “A FEW HOURS AGO. I’M NOT SURE IF HE’S ALREADY LEFT,” Diego responded. Technically, the badger-like feline wasn’t lying, as he hadn’t even seen where Cobalt had gone. As this dialogue unfolded kilometers above, Cobalt could only watch the exchange impotently, clinging for dear life to the fur on the giant receptionist’s calf. He tried shouting Taylor’s name, but after the brief conversation ended, Taylor simply thanked the receptionist, turned, and left the establishment. A wave of despair washed over the tiny micro as he watched his friend walk away, making the climb he still had to complete feel nearly impossible.

Yet Cobalt had little time to process his emotions, for soon a third booming voice dominated the environment. “HEY, DIEGO! WE’RE CLOSING UP. GO CHANGE—I’LL LOCK UP HERE IN FRONT.” The young receptionist responded with gratitude, and for the first time, Cobalt heard what seemed to be genuine relief in the employee’s tone. After all, who could endure so many hours standing and semi-nude? But the tiny panther couldn’t afford to dwell on such thoughts. Now that he was no longer stuck to the sole of Diego’s paw, he had to hold on with all his strength to avoid being flung off as the giant, titanic feline began to walk. It didn’t take long before Cobalt felt the world around him shudder, the muscles in Diego’s legs tensing as they prepared to propel multiple tons of flesh and bone. Diego lifted his first leg to take a step toward the staff-only area of the establishment.

From his new vantage point, Cobalt had a privileged view of how these titans could cover unfathomable distances in mere seconds. Each step, each paw striking the ground, produced a THUD accompanied by a faint tremor—far less cataclysmic than the apocalyptic quakes Cobalt had endured while stuck beneath Diego’s sole. But not everything was ideal. At hundreds of meters above the floor, Cobalt had to grip the fur and skin of the giant feline tightly, as the wind up here was as formidable as the tremors Diego’s paws must have been causing below. At least, looking up, Cobalt could once again marvel at the glorious sight of the feline’s member swaying between his powerful thighs. The young titan’s phallus remained fully erect, swinging left and right, with his white-furred testicles dangling below, following the rhythm of his hips with each step Diego took. It wasn’t long before the young titan passed through a door reserved for bar staff. After a few more steps, Diego entered a room that resembled a simple locker room—starkly different from the majestic changing area reserved for the bar’s patrons, which Cobalt had seen earlier.

Diego stopped in front of a locker and, with the practiced agility of someone who had done this countless times, entered his code into the electronic lock. The locker opened, and he retrieved his clothes and shoes from within. In that moment, the titan began to move again, this time walking toward a long bench positioned in the center of the room. A chill ran down the spine of the tiny, imperceptible micro clinging to his leg. Cobalt realized the giant was about to sit on the bench to dress himself—a movement that could easily spell catastrophe for the tiny panther, given his current position so close to the colossal feline’s lower limbs. But before the minuscule panther could do anything about it, the giant domestic cat had already pivoted on his heels once more, aligning his wide, defined hips over the bench. By the time Cobalt registered what was happening, he was already reeling from the powerful impact of multiple tons as Diego’s round buttocks settled onto the bench in the middle of the changing room.

Cobalt, clinging for dear life, felt a wave of relief as he sensed the warmth of the giant twink’s body, a sign that he hadn’t been dislodged from the feline’s calf or sent plummeting to the floor. But before the micro cat could even open his eyes, he felt a powerful G-force upending his world, transforming the vertical wall of fur and skin into a horizontal plane. The contents of Cobalt’s stomach churned against its walls, causing immense discomfort for the bug-sized feline. When the tiny feline finally opened his eyes, he was confronted with the reality that Diego had rested the lower part of his leg across his knee. In this position, the young receptionist could caress his tired paws and soles after a long shift that had included hours of standing.

Yet Cobalt soon realized that Diego was doing more than merely caressing and massaging his soles. The giant casually rubbed the palms of his hands against the warm, sweaty pads of his feet, then brought them to his face, pressing them against his muzzle… He was savoring his own musk! Indeed, it seemed the giant had a particular fondness for his natural scent, and perhaps for that of others as well—at least, that’s what Cobalt inferred from his perspective. If only the giant twink could fathom how overpowering and omnipresent that same paw musk he was now relishing was to someone as small as the tiny young panther clinging to his leg at that moment. But safety was still far from assured. Despite the brief calm and the intimate scene Cobalt had just witnessed, he was caught off guard by the titan’s other hand as it casually rested and moved along his calf, heading toward the tiny feline’s position near the giant’s knee.

The small micro had little time to react before he was swept aside by the edge of a massive finger, a horizontal skyscraper in its own right. Pushed off Diego’s slightly sweaty body, Cobalt fell face-first onto a smooth wooden surface. The drop wasn’t far, so he quickly deduced he hadn’t fallen back to the floor. As the tiny micro stood, his assumption proved correct: looking around, he saw nothing but two colossal white mountains stretching in nearly every direction, rising almost infinitely above his head. Cobalt was on the wooden bench where Diego had sat to change, specifically in the space between the giant cat’s inner thighs, surrounded by the white fur of Diego’s inner thighs that covered his upper body, neck, jaw, and even his scrotum. Speaking of Diego’s scrotum, it rested directly in front of the tiny panther boy. Like a pair of monumental mountains, each testicle of the badger-cat was immense, radiating powerful heat and a musk a thousand times more potent than his soles could produce, laden with an earthy tone and the masculine pheromones of another man.

Cobalt felt disoriented, the pungent scent of male cat invading his nostrils so intensely that his tiny heart raced faster, his own member growing so hard and erect that it became slightly painful for the minuscule feline. Being in the presence of another man, face-to-face with his masculine power on such a scale that even a single drop of precum from the tip of that member could spell his end, was a unique and strangely liberating experience—one that forced Cobalt to confront his own insignificance. Beyond the colossal, sweaty, and warm pair of testicles before him loomed an erect, pink shaft overhead, its diameter measurable in tens of meters, its length easily stretching into the hundreds! All of this attached to a beautiful, slender body that stood several kilometers tall! The tiny Cobalt’s mind reeled, his most primal instincts screaming within, urging him to submit, to worship Diego as if he were a divine being. But the still-rational part of Cobalt’s brain fought back, insisting that the nude, imposing titan before him was just another man. Giant? Yes! But still merely another male feline like himself—equal to him! Perhaps not entirely equal… Yet, Cobalt knew he had to fight to reclaim the dignity of living as a person, not as a minuscule, insignificant insect.

But it was only when looking up that the tiny Cobalt realized much of his view of Diego’s upper body—nearly the entirety of the titanic feline’s torso—was obstructed by the majestic expanse of his manhood! The pink, erect, warm, and pulsating member of the mega-macro feline cast a shadow over the bench and the tiny panther boy’s world. Cobalt had no idea what to do. He could try shouting or even approach the base of the giant feline’s imposing testicles to interact with them, but there was no guarantee either would work. Still, he needed a quick solution, for soon the titan would resume dressing, likely stand, and leave, abandoning the minuscule Cobalt in this world of giants. Fortunately, at that moment, the tiny panther boy noticed something different. Just as the young receptionist had taken time to caress and tend to his overworked paws after countless hours of service, he now seemed to be moving his hand toward his groin, likely intending to engage with his massive manhood.

Without a second thought or warning, one of the same fingers that had previously dislodged the tiny feline from Diego’s calf moved toward the immense pair of testicles and began to scratch them. Nothing like a light, simple scratch on the balls after a long day’s work—though Cobalt didn’t know it, the nudist bar’s staff were prohibited from touching or interacting with their genitalia during their shifts, so it was easy to imagine the giant feline had spent the entire day waiting for this slow, satisfying scratch. But Diego had no idea that in doing so, he was unleashing tremendous, powerful earthquakes in the tiny Cobalt’s world. The minuscule feline could do nothing but endure the display of raw, virile masculine power unfolding before his eyes as his world shook and vibrated with mighty RUMBLE! RUMBLE! sounds with each scratch of Diego’s fingertips on his own sac. The musk intensified as well, the giant feline’s strong, virile scent naturally wafting through the area between his inner thighs. But it was shortly after that Cobalt spotted his opportunity to once again capture the giant’s attention, as he observed Diego’s hand moving toward his shaft.

With the simple act of wrapping all five of his monolithic fingers around his equally massive member, Diego lifted his erect shaft to better examine its glans. In doing so, he allowed light to pierce the immense, warm, humid, and musky valley between his legs. For the first time in a while, Cobalt could see the young receptionist’s face—so handsome, so beautiful, yet so distant, so gigantic! But this time, he had the advantage: Diego was looking directly down at the region of his groin, the space between his legs. Combined with the fact that Cobalt was now relatively closer to the titanic young man’s face and they were in a more secluded, quieter environment than before, this created the perfect opportunity for the tiny, almost insignificant micro to attempt once more to interact with the giant being. Without a second thought, Cobalt sprang into action. Jumping and shouting as loudly as he could, the minuscule bug-sized feline even ran in circles within the valley-like space between Diego’s thighs, hoping such behavior might better capture the titan’s interest.

Diego, meanwhile, was more than pent-up. Spending the entire day surrounded by beautiful, sexy patrons at his workplace was not only enough to keep his member aroused all day but also forced the young receptionist to dedicate much of his focus to avoiding any interaction with his genitalia. At times, even the sight of a handsome, nude twunk frequenting the establishment that night could ignite a fire in the domestic cat’s loins, causing his erect member to leak precum, a thin line of it potentially stretching from the tip of his glans to the floor. To prevent such an inconvenience, Diego had to exert immense self-control—but all that restraint vanished the moment the young cat found himself alone in the staff locker room. Diego always teased and caressed his needy member after his shift, especially when the locker room was empty, as it was now. Sometimes, the young twink could barely hold back, giving in to the urge to masturbate right there in the questionable privacy of the empty locker room. That was precisely what occupied the young feline’s mind at this moment.

The titanic twink debated internally whether he should masturbate right then and there. Ironically, the image in Diego’s mind was of a similarly young and slender feline he had attended to during his shift—a young panther boy, named… Conny? Balt? Diego was never good with names, and given the sheer number of people he interacted with in a single night of service, who could blame him? Regardless, as the titanic feline now used the tips of his fingers to scratch, rub, and caress the surface of his glans, warm and viscous precum naturally began to emerge from his urethra’s slit. The translucent, sticky fluid soon mingled with the pink pads on the tips of the giant feline’s fingers, further lubricating the head of his member and making the act of teasing his glans even more pleasurable for Diego. Unbeknownst to Diego, he had a tiny audience for his private act of pleasure that night. Cobalt, still beneath the shadow of the titan’s member, looked up, observing everything unfolding meters above his head—until the surface of Diego’s glans became sufficiently slick and viscous with precum. A drop of the warm, translucent liquid slid between his fingers, passing through the wrinkled folds of skin at the frenulum of his foreskin. Drawn by gravity, it plummeted toward the wooden bench below, dangerously close to where the tiny feline named Cobalt was desperately trying to capture the attention of the giant, all-powerful feline.

Cobalt barely had time to dodge the trajectory of a single translucent drop of precum falling from the slit of the giant twink’s member. Fortunately, the tiny panther wasn’t crushed by the impact of that massive droplet, but he couldn’t escape being coated by the collateral splash of the precum. The liquid was warm and far heavier than the salty sweat the micro feline had experienced earlier during his journey stuck beneath the sole of a paw. For a fleeting second, the realization that Cobalt had now come into direct contact with two distinct bodily fluids from a giant he’d barely exchanged a dozen words with crossed his mind. But that thought was swiftly swept away as the tiny anthropomorphic panther realized he needed to free himself from the warm, viscous liquid before it began to solidify as it dried. At that very moment, a dark shadow loomed over his world. Cobalt looked up, only to see the colossal pad of Diego’s index finger hurtling toward him at high speed. “Diego!!! No!!!” THUD!!!! The tiny cat’s voice was completely silenced beneath the weight and pressure exerted so effortlessly by just one finger of the giant domestic cat. Just as quickly as that weight and pressure came, they vanished—but to Cobalt’s despair, he found himself once again stuck, though this time to the tip of Diego’s finger.

Thus, the minuscule, insignificant-sized panther was hoisted through the air, rising kilometers in mere seconds with the simple motion of Diego bringing his index finger back to the level of his face. The G-forces from the micro’s perspective were so immense that it was a miracle Cobalt didn’t faint. Now, he found himself face-to-face with the imposing, gigantic light-green eyes of the titanic receptionist! This was his golden opportunity! Never would Cobalt be in a better position to capture the attention of or communicate with the monolithic, divinely statured creatures inhabiting this world than now! With every ounce of strength, the tiny Cobalt fought against the dense viscosity of the liquid—arguably the masculine nectar of the giant feline—to at least free his head from the intense surface tension that kept the drop of precum intact and immobile on Diego’s fingertip. All this while Cobalt was met with the overwhelming sight of the giant twink’s lips slowly parting, revealing his tongue and sharp teeth to the world—and to the tiny panther. Within moments, Cobalt felt a powerful jolt; the finger he was trapped on moved again, this time toward the pink, saliva-coated tip of the colossal feline’s tongue. At the last second, Cobalt managed to thrust his head free of the liquid’s surface tension, only to be greeted by a wave of heat—warm, humid breath emanating from the depths of the twink’s mouth, his apparent destination. Summoning all his strength, Cobalt shouted for his life. “Wait!!!” Instantly, the finger’s motion stopped and pulled back.

Meanwhile, Diego nearly leaped off the wooden bench in the empty locker room. The young receptionist glanced side to side, ears perked, eyes wide with alarm. The thought that someone—perhaps another employee—might have entered the locker room and caught him in such an intimate moment was terrifying. But after looking left, then right, and repeating the motion a few more times, the fur on the young anthropomorphic domestic cat’s body slowly settled back into place. The shiver passed, and Diego relaxed, reassured that he was indeed alone in the company’s changing area. “WHAT THE HELL? I COULD’VE SWORN I HEARD SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING.” His ears twitched slightly atop his head as the young feline once again detected a faint, high-pitched sound—distant, yet upon closer consideration, it seemed like a voice. It was as if it were coming from a broken speaker or something of the sort.

Diego’s first instinct was to glance around his thighs and hips. “DID I SIT ON SOMEONE’S DEVICE? IF I BROKE IT, I DON’T EVEN WANT TO KNOW—I’LL JUST TAKE IT TO LOST AND FOUND.” But as he moved his head, the young feline inadvertently brought his index finger closer to one of his ears. In that moment, Diego heard much more clearly and distinctly: “Look at your finger!!!” Instantly, the titan’s face turned, his enormous green eyes focusing on the tip of his index finger. At first, Diego saw nothing but the drop of precum he had collected from the bench. But then he noticed… something seemed to be moving in the middle of that semi-translucent liquid. Curiosity gripped the cat—and contrary to the popular saying, in this case, curiosity saved a cat, though it was the other cat, the tiny one, who was saved. As that gigantic left eye filled the entire horizon from Cobalt’s perspective, the tiny micro watched the monumental green iris widen, the pupil at the center of Diego’s eye expanding several times over, growing far larger than Cobalt’s own body. In that moment, the small panther could breathe a sigh of relief, for he had finally been spotted by the young receptionist, who reacted with a timid yet overwhelming tone, saying… “CONNAY?...”

Cobalt shook his head, unsure if the titan could even discern the motion from so close to his eye. To be safe, the tiny feline shouted back with all his might. “It’s Cobalt!!! Yes, it’s me!!! I’m from a normal-sized planet!!! My size bracelet broke right when I was behind you in the main hall! I’ve been… I was… climbing you this whole time! I was right here on your body!!!” The admission felt awkward for both felines—the one speaking and the one listening—but for some reason, moments later, a surge of arousal and pleasure coursed through both young males. For Diego, in particular, it came with a potent sense of power and control.

Diego, after carefully listening to the tiny feline’s explanation from his perch on the tip of his finger, blinked a few times, as if trying to process and comprehend everything he had just heard. He remained silent, though even his silence was imposing to Cobalt—the sound of his breathing nearly deafening to someone so small. A thousand questions raced through the giant cat boy’s mind, but amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, a faint ache in his spine reminded Diego of his exhaustion and his longing to head home and rest for the night. “UH… LISTEN, CO-BA-LT… DID I GET THAT RIGHT THIS TIME? WE’RE ALREADY CLOSING, AND THE GUEST CLOSET IS LOCKED UP. I’M SURE THEY MUST HAVE TAKEN YOUR THINGS TO LOST AND FOUND—WE CAN SORT THIS OUT IN THE MORNING.”

The sweet, still gentle yet commanding voice of a giant resonated in Cobalt’s ears as he absorbed the verdict delivered by the young receptionist. “In the morning?! Wait! What are you going to do with me until thennnnn!!!!” Before the tiny feline could even finish his question, the giant feline’s index finger was already in motion again, this time reversing its path. Cobalt felt a sharp chill run through his body as the titan’s finger guided him downward, back toward Diego’s groin. “I… LISTEN… I STILL HAVE TO HIT THE GYM FROM HERE, AND I DON’T HAVE ANY POCKETS ON ME, SO…” Speaking with utter casualness—and with even greater nonchalance—Diego used the fingers of his free hand to pull back the folds of his foreskin on his still-erect member. Retracting the foreskin as far as he could to expose the underside of his phallus’s head, Diego moved the tip of his index finger with the utmost delicacy, gently depositing his tiny passenger into what could only be described as “a five-star accommodation.”

“DON’T WORRY! I’M SURE YOU WON’T SLIP OUT OR FALL FROM THERE! AS SOON AS I LET GO OF MY FORESKIN, IT’LL COVER EVERYTHING UP. I JUST HOPE YOU CAN HANDLE MY SCENT~” The colossal member of the twink cat pulsed with pleasure as Diego finished speaking. Meanwhile, Cobalt found himself in a new environment—a universe of pure musk, heat, and humidity. Everywhere the tiny Cobalt looked, he saw immense mountains of white smegma, old and dried cum mixed with the natural sweat of the young feline’s body, forming entire hills that served as undeniable proof of Diego’s words. Once he released his foreskin, nothing inside would escape. “Diego! No, wait!” But it was too late. The ground around him began to tremble with a powerful RUMBLE as the upper fold of the titan’s foreskin descended, enveloping his world and obstructing his view of Diego’s face and body. In less than a second, Cobalt was plunged into complete darkness, surrounded by the overpowering aroma of male feline that now dominated his new world—and perhaps his new home.

With a confident smile on his face, feeling as though he’d gained a small prize from work, Diego finished dressing. As he slipped on his sneakers, he stood, the skin-tight fabric of his gym leggings accentuating the masculine bulge between his legs in vivid detail. He walked out of the establishment as if nothing had happened. Deep within that bulge, in the confines of his foreskin, a poor soul was now condemned to survive at least one night amidst the most intimate parts of his body. At least Diego knew that Cobalt—Connay, Colie, whatever his name was—would have plenty of nutrients, drink, and food to last the night in there. Perhaps he could even stay longer than a night, Diego mused as he waited at the crosswalk to access the metro station… “Hmm… why not keep him a bit longer? It’s not like anyone will know I’ve got a foreign visitor from another planet captive in my penis~…” When the crosswalk signal turned, Diego resumed walking, this time with an even more confident smile on his face, having clearly made up his mind.

To be continued.

By Isaac Konos.