FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Why won't you all let me sleep instead of throwing parties every week?!"

The wyvern threw his wrench at the wall while he shouted at the drumming beat of music bouncing in through the wall of the house. Grumbling to himself, Kyrath grabbed his tool from the floor before turning to the array of parts held up by a wire frame. It was his pride and joy during these trying times without sleep that have lasted since he moved in. It would be his way of getting back at the normal sized people shouting and laughing just outside the drywall border to his tiny home. Yet it was far from complete, open slots in the sides of the circuit board showed that more still needed to be added to the mix. And seeing as he wouldn't be able to get any sleep tonight, it would be a perfect opportunity to scavenge everything he needed from the drunks causing his problem.

A shattered shard of glass sat within the small room he lived in, reflecting the light as well as himself. It stood sentinel near his gear and the entrance that led out into the living room of the house. He admired the tan shade of the bulk of his body, it slowly turned to a deeper shade till it turned blue at points of his body, making him blend with a desert should he ever live in one. He wore only a pair of handmade pants as his wing arms prevented the use of a shirt.

"If I lived in a micro city I could find a shirt made for me." Kyrath sighed to himself as he reached for his gear.

It was mostly a series of straps that he fashioned from cut leather one of the giants wouldn't notice missing from her purse. The sack fit snugly onto his back, resting just over the shoulder blades so it was within easy reach, while the strips folded around his waist and up his front. They pressed in uncomfortably into the flesh of his wings until he added his tools onto the slots cut into the leather. After a few seconds more, Kyrath was ready to exit out into the wilds of a college party without a single one knowing he was around. His inch high body pressed against the sealed doorway, the anxiety of leaving the safety of home to enter a world of dangerous giants giving him pause. Swallowing his fear, the wyvern opened the door.

A physical blast of sound nearly sent him tumbling back inside of his home. Kyrath grit his teeth while powering himself through the thunderous music and shouting from the massive people along with the speakers pumping out constant noise. A saving grace for his already aching head was the couch positioned over the small hole he lived in, the fabric and cushions absorbing the bulk of the sounds. Walking along the cool tiles under the furniture gave him enough time to adapt to being out in the wild world.

When he reached the edge of the sofa he paused as something was keeping him from proceeding. A pair of black paws tapped against the hard flooring in time with the beating music, a glance up letting him see the rear of a very familiar giant.

Thin tail swaying in time to the swaying rump contained within a tight pair of jeans, Kyrath recognized the Anubis lookalike that lived within the house. He was just one of the three who the wyvern constantly wished would move out so he would have just one peaceful week of sleep. Just a jackal, the titan groomed himself to take after the old god who shared his species. Even going so far as to wear gold embroidery around his eyes to go along with his short black fur, using the Anubis look to bring home various girls who fall for him. His latest catch also blocking the small wyvern's progress with her white feet slapping the ground before the black ones. Kyrath turned to her, seeing a white fox with large breasts pressing against the male looming overhead.

He waited for any chance to slip passed the large feet in front of him, growing anxious as precious time flowed onwards while he stood still. An opportunity presented itself as the vixen tackled her partner onto the couch above with a thunderous impact that the micro could feel down on the floor. Without waiting any longer, the wyvern sprinted forward even though the black paws of the jackal still dangled nearly against the floor. He looked up to see the man's latest companion keeping him held down with nearby people cheering on the drunk actions, but it was that glance that ruined his dash. A hot surface covered in short hair barreled into him, a single digit of obsidian on the paw of the giant stopped him entirely. The large toe was as large as he was, and it pressed into his scales while the micro scrambled to get free.

Kyrath coughed at the sweat from the giant's dancing coated the foot pressing into him. Shortly after he spat out the foulness from his mouth after the foot moved elsewhere and leaving him free to continue onwards. It was as he moved forward that he realized that the sweat he spat out was also coating his chest in a slick sheen. Kyrath muttered curses at the massive male, trying to wipe some of it off without stopping his walking. Another foot loomed out in the flashing lights of the party, leaving the micro to walk around the brown sole rising upwards. It was attached to a bear who had his eyes closed loosely with a plastic cup listing sideways in a limp hand.

"Perfect." Kyrath said to himself with a smile, the thick shape of a phone sticking half out of a pocket raising his hopes.

Jogging towards the large hip of the slumbering behemoth, the micro sized reptile locked his eyes on the block of electronics teasing him far above. Survival kicked in before he made any move to retrieve what he wanted from the device. Instead of climbing up the fabric, he stuck his arm down under the limp shirt to drag his claws along the flesh of the bear. Hardly a movement besides a snort of irritation came from the giant and that was all the confirmation Kyrath needed to move on. Claws dug into the jeans, the reptile moving quickly so none of the other party goers could catch sight of him as he moved. His tiny body shoved its way passed the bulky phone so that he could have more leverage, his small body pressing the white plastic out of the pocket. Kyrath followed out of the now vacant fabric cavern slowly to check for any signs his actions had been witnessed.

A rumbling guffaw stopped him in his tracks just as he stuck his head out. Slowly looking around, the wyvern scanned the crowd moving around him amidst the flashing lights and darkness. Almost as if a spotlight was on them, the source of the noise quickly became apparent. A bull was taking a deep drink out of a cup full of a frothy mixture that was most likely highly alcoholic. Kyrath knew who he was, the second one of the normal sized group that lived within this massive house. His deep voice rumbled in the constant noise going on, yet the wyvern couldn't make out what he was saying exactly. Whatever it was the rest of the gang of jocks surrounding him erupted in laughter, even a lion who the bovine had a hand clamped over his rump. With a roll of his eyes the micro turned back to his prize with a leap and a snap of his wings.

Gliding down slowly past the jean covered hip, Kyrath landed gently, quietly next to the phone. It was a lost object amidst the chaos of a party filled with people who had their eyes on one another instead of the floor while they danced to the music. Pulling a handmade crowbar from the straps over his back, Kyrath began his work by jamming the metal tip between screen and plastic case. Slowly moving around the perimeter, the inch tall man eventually peeled the light weight material off of the case to reveal the inner workings. Looking over the entire circuit board till he found the one piece he needed to disable the power supply. With a swing of the tool in his hand, the wyvern disabled the board, the screen flickering briefly before shutting down. Quickly moving with knowledge as to what he needed, his small hands pulling the various pieces free and stuffing them into his bag with ease till only one part was left for him to dig out. Instead of fighting the heavy battery pack that weighed more than him, Kyrath used his crowbar to break the device till he found the small memory card.

Kyrath jammed the small parts into his sack along with the crowbar before moving onwards. He had to move quickly as the slumbering giant would be angry at the destruction of the one thing most young adults could never live without. Many more phones were found on passed out giants, or left on stands to be plucked up later on after the party started slowing down. They were all torn open to reveal their electronic guts to the world just seconds before having the parts stolen from them like all the others. Eventually time wore down, the music slowed along with the pace all the behemoths were going at. Kyrath took it all in with weary eyes and aching muscles as he realized it was time to head back to his home. That was when his gaze fell on the one person he always dreaded seeing within the house while he was far from the hole in the wall he lived within.

Standing near the wall with his hands hidden inside his pockets was a tall bat covered by ash grey fur. Baggy jeans partially hid the large paws of the giant, his long toes tapping the floor to the beat of the music. It was those that prevented him from the last dash to his hiding place behind the furniture, though it was far from the only thing keeping him still. The large ears were held down to muffle the music, but the micro knew well enough that he had the good hearing his species naturally had. Kyrath was always terrified of being heard by those sensitive ears whenever the giant showed up to be with the third roommate. That sudden thought made the small reptile glance around to find that very person the bat was looking for.

Sliding out of the crowds was the feminine shape of the last person who lived inside the house. The hyena danced her way to her counterpart, massive paws slapping the flooring in a similar rhythm to his own. Kyrath took this opportunity to sprint forwards, just passing the rounded heel of the looming bat when the giants came together. Panting with exertion and exhaustion, Kyrath reached the safe haven below the sofa just when the couple's weight made them take a step towards the wall for balance. Slipping into his home for the night was just the last step in tonight's work as the first shouts of panic from people finding their ruined phones made him smile at a good job. Looking towards the frame for his project, Kyrath realized how close he was to getting his revenge on those people outside.

*****

One week later.

Twisting the small screws into the socket till they could turn no more, Kyrath was happy that he didn't need to keep doing more. Instead he took a step back to admire the blocky shape of the device he had just completed.

Hidden inside the outer shape of a plastic toy train was the most complicated piece of machinery that the small wyvern had ever constructed. Layers upon layers of electronics were connected only by the power lines lining it, each segment running off the programs uploaded to each memory card stuck into various slots. Just peaking over the top of the outer shell was the one part that he couldn't hide because of what it was, what it could do. It was the emitter that could shrink down every person within a certain range when it activates. Or so he hoped.

"This is going to work." Kyrath said to himself to make the doubts go away, but he still said it again. "It's going to work."

Before he could start any of it though, the small man needed to find out if the coast was clear. All it took was a short jog out his doorway way to the edge of the shadows concealing his scales from any glances the giants made in his direction. Scanning from side to side, Kyrath counted the large paws and tails, everything he could see to get an idea of how many are here. Only about a dozen were here right now helping set up for another night of excessive noise and drinking. But more importantly, two of the roommates were directing everything while planning out things for guests to do. A nod of the head and Kyrath was running back to gather his equipment to ready everything for tonight.

Never stopping as he passed the threshold, Kyrath snatched his harness from its place, strapping it on over his chest as he moved around behind the device. Grunting with the effort of starting it rolling, the small wyvern got the plastic wheels moving forward through his home till the front reached the doorway. He had to dig his claws into the bare wood of the floor to the point of digging small trenches to get the wheels over the small rise. A sudden movement sent the reptile tumbling forward onto the floor, the large machine rolling forward after it made its way through the door. Kyrath didn't the momentum die out as he charged into the rear of it again to drive the back wheels over the hump without slowing the entire thing down. Sighing at the first step being completed in this trek, Kyrath shoved it to the side to aim it towards the DJ booth sitting on the far side of the room.

After a soft exhale, Kyrath charged forward as soon as the path in front of him was clear of the bare feet. A quick look around after he exited the shadowy area beneath the sofa gave the running reptile gave him an idea of where the giants were. Nobody was in sight around him, the room seemingly empty of anyone who could stop him from moving on with his plans. Kyrath only made it halfway before his lungs started burning from exertion, his paws padding along slower and slower over the tiles. His invention felt like it was gaining weight while he tried to push it towards the goal hidden under the metal frame of the booth. Body in pain, the wyvern slowed to a stop against his will only a few feet from his destination just as the thuds of steps started getting more noticeable. Kyrath looked up to see the grey furred toes sailing towards him much faster than he could hope to avoid.

Those heavy digits planted themselves on his small body, but not before propelling his device just under the DJ booth, except it skidded in sideways. Kyrath could stare all he wanted at his precious machinery as the toes seemed to wiggle around, feeling something different on the floor. Both of them looked at one another nearly at the same time, the wyvern looking craning his head up painfully while the canine face looked down with a raised brow. Kyrath could see realization slowly running over the wolf's face after looking over the small reptile trying to pull free of the bulbous toes.

"Hey Rykes! I think I found the culprit behind all those broken phones." The unknown canine boomed without a care for the micro stranded below.

Kyrath covered the sides of his face at the sudden announcement, the power ruining the mostly quiet room quickly. Heart racing, he tried to pull himself free of the rough pads under the digits. His efforts only succeeded in making him inhale the musky odor more than he wanted to as the titan didn't even budge at his efforts. Instead he was given a tap from the foot that was rough enough to knock the air from his lungs, leaving the already exhausted micro nearly unconscious and struggling to catch his breath. Laying on his back, Kyrath looked up as several faces loomed into his view, many of them he recognized from the multitude of parties that have happened. But in the forefront was the jackal and the bull who lived here, and they were looking down at him with a mixture of emotions.

Kyrath looked up in fear while they looked down upon him like he was nothing but a pest, and he dreaded what would come next. Their voices boomed to one another in such a rapid manner that the micro couldn't keep up with each conversation. But he could catch the occasional grouping of words that sent shivers down his spine, as much as it could shiver while pinned beneath the massive digits still planted on his body. During this time, Kyrath tried to think of how close he was to getting his plan completed, he even looked again at the device hidden nearby. The wyvern's eyes went wide at what he saw, the emitter glowing brighter and brighter with arcs of static lightning flaring from either end of it. In seconds the crackling sound of electricity could be heard coming from it in a volume that even the giants could hear. All the while this was going on, Kyrath was struggling to get free and away from what was going to happen next with true terror making him flail for freedom.

Except he never got away as a rolling wave of white light filled the room in a brief second before vanishing. Not a single person was left in the room when the brilliance slipped back into the device hidden from view.

*****

Dull thuds rumbled through the ground, each one making Kyrath wince till he could open his eyes despite his body not wanting that to happen. Tears spilled from his eyes briefly at the not so new vista that spread out around him like an alien world. Except this was simply the place he had been standing on before everything went to hell, even debris that were below his paws before now stood like boulders. Turning his gaze downward at a different feeling, Kyrath found the leg of the wolf who had pinned him and started this chaos. Anger flared up through the inside of the reptile as he glared down at the formerly large being who was the same size as him now. Claws clamped down on the unconscious wolf's shirt, tearing holes in the fabric with ease, Kyrath lifted him up close to his face.

"Wake up you idiot!" The wyvern yelled point blank into the canine. "You ruined everything I worked on!"

The shouting instantly roused the young male with a start, his limbs flailing about in a panic as he tried to figure out what was going on. A clawed foot hitting him on the side made him jump up before getting dazed by the drastic change in the world around him. Everything was so much larger now, a world inside a house he had seen a great many times at a very different size. Eventually he turned back to the wyvern in front of him with a look of terror and worry plastered over his face. Kyrath nearly hit him, but seeing the shapes of the others rising up and stumbling made him pause with a fist partially raised. Dawning slowly worked itself over the features of the wolf as he figured out who the reptile was.

"You're that micro aren't you?" He asked with a hint of a snarl sneaking into his voice.

"The one you pinned under your foot like a bug?" Kyrath growled back "Yeah

I am, got a problem with me?"

"You did this to us then with whatever that thing you had was!" The young male shouted while bringing a fist upwards. "You're going to pay for this!" Kyrath simply swatted the frenzied male on the side of the head when he attempted to charge at him. His skills had be tempered by fighting rodents and bugs, while this wolf had simply lived to drink and moved like he had never been in a fight before. Still he came back with a persistence that could be admired, except things needed to be done to fix this situation. A simple kick to the back of the man's knees sent him stumbling forward till he crashed into another shrunken person who caught him. Looking around quickly, Kyrath sighed as he realized that he had been inattentive and was now surrounded by the former giants that still held their mixture of emotions on their faces.

"If you did this can you reverse it?" Rykes said to him while the wolf still looked angered.

"He should be punished for this!" Came the anger filled cry that was quickly silenced by the other roommate, the bull's hands pinning the canine to the ground.

"Punishment can be dealt after we are reversed." Gosen whispered with the sound of authority.

Sighing in defeat, Kyrath nodded to the group, his hands dropping from their defensive posture as the bull dealt with the wolf. Others in the gathering looked like they would charge him as well except they showed some tolerance when the wyvern turned away from them. It was going to be a long trek at their new stature in the world to reach the bulky dark structure that held the emitter. It was then that the micro noticed the growing tremors in the ground, the very thumping that woke him up not long ago. Having grown up as a micro he had tuned it from his mind till now. It was like the world was shaking violently, moving enough to make even the micro start to stumble in an effort to keep balanced.

"What's going on?!" one of the people cried out seconds before the source revealed itself to them with a gasp of astonishment silencing every one of them.

It was the hyena, the last person who lived within the house, and the only one still at her normal size. Almost as a communal thought, every one of them realized that this was only going to be the start of the night. When she spoke, it was the heavens cracking open in a physical thunder that forced them to shield their ears. Every step not only shook the world, but sent out booms that hit them in the chest from the raw sound. But most of all, and it was the part that allowed them to stumble away from her massive paws, the difference in scale made her seem to move in slow motion.

Inevitably she reached the doorway to open it wide, looking out with a shrug at the lack of people in view. Instead of closing it, Mivra left it wide for those who would be coming in next as she sat down on the sofa to wait.

"Mivra can help us, right?" One of the members said with an almost crazed tone in their voice, already starting to walk forward without waiting for the rest to say a thing.

"Wait!" Rykes shouted out as a small group went towards the lounging hyena in the distance. Four of them were already making some headway over the flat plains of the tile surface before they could even start to formulate a plan. "Gosen and you two come with me to get them back while the rest of you take our friend to fix that thing he used!"

Kyrath looked at the flock of shrunken people chasing off after their friends with a roll of his eyes. With the formerly large group now splintered into a fraction of its size his own started prodding him forward with desperation already visible over their faces. They began their march with a dull chime acting as an odd sort of music for their travel. Except it beat through their bodies with enough force to almost hurt, the high notes pounding into them at regular intervals. When they heard the voices and felt the world starting to rumble it dawned on them that the chime was their alarm set to go off just before the party would start.

Everyone started sprinting without a word, an unspoken agreement flowing through them almost mentally. Titanic shapes could be seen entering through the doorway in a haze from the distance that left them wondering who each one was. Wind rushing towards them warned of the incoming foot sailing towards them, its vast form landing on the tile with a crunch of dust being crushed from the raw power a simple step held. They looked up after that in an effort to see what would be coming before it would land in their midst without them having any warning. Soon enough the vast dark shape of a bare sole was heading towards, the owner someone the wyvern knew all too well as his eyes went wide in natural terror.

It was the hyena's boyfriend, the bat, who was swinging his miles long paw just in front of the fleeing group of people. Kyrath stopped as knowledge from being small kicked in, a hand grasping the tail of a nearby person running by in an effort to save them as well. For the others out of range it was far too late for the micro to prevent what was about to happen from happening. Almost in slow motion from the drastic difference in scale the dark grey paw swung forward to eclipse the ceiling of the room. They were bathed in the scent of the sole flowing with the displaced air in front of it, the blast of wind strong enough to knock one of the runners off his feet.

The gecko managed to catch himself just as the toes landed around him, a brief scream from his friend the last thing he heard before rumbling impact shook the world. Tough flesh stretched under the weight of the giant male rising skyward. It rushed forward and over the miniscule shape of the otter who had tumbled, his shape vanishing beneath a single toe that was spreading after a step. For the gecko, it was far from safe with grey strands of fur between the toes crashing all around him, batting him around till he grasped a single strand for safety. Everything lifted up into the air rapid enough to nearly make him pass out from the forces of this giant taking a single step. Soon enough his vision went dark from his long time friend's overpowering paw.

Liquid suddenly woke the shrunken gecko from the unwanted nap, though he wished he was still asleep when the smell hit him like a brick. Strong alcohol filled his nose and through the clear plastic cup he could see the monstrous sole of his former captor resting over him, the toes just peeking over the ridge. A sudden high pitched pop made him jerk his face around to see a mammoth white ball bouncing over the tops of various other cups till it tipped into one of them. Questions floated through his still waking mind till it all clicked in a horrifying way.

"Oh no, it's the beer pong table we setup!" He shouted in a panic, the terrible idea of what could happen next making him desperate.

His hands tried to grip the wet plastic to no avail, everything keeping him from climbing out of the cup to safety while the ball bounced around. Cups were lifted up by fingers and drunken down by the players towering over head. The gecko was in tears, just waiting for what was guaranteed to happen eventually when everything darkened. White plastic pressed him deep into the tides, keeping him from getting air as he thrashed in tingling beer. Fingers plucked it from on his head just as his lungs blazed in pain so he could rise up for a deep intake. But that breath was quickly let out in an unintelligible scream of words and beer when the mouth of a dragon appeared above.

"Oh gods." The gecko cried out in fear, silently hoping the dragon would have second thoughts about downing the drink. "Please don't do this!"

Sudden tides pulled at him, tugged him free of any grip he barely had on the plastic siding. Beer surged towards the opening throat that opened wide before closing when a deafening gulp made the throat close quickly. It opened again to welcome the next dose of alcohol with its small rider trapped in the middle of the tides. The tiny gecko was dragged over the taste buds without any chance to still his progress forward, his feet and hands finding no purchase and unable to swim faster than the powerful pull. Muscles opened wide, revealing the blackness of the throat through the amber fluids not even a second before the sound shook the miniscule body of the man. All he could do was shut his eyes while the muscles propelled him downward with the immense pressure of beer all around him till it all fell into the churning pit of a titan's belly.

Kyrath and the remaining former giant were far from safe during their trip across the tile landscape. Both were thankfully close enough between the monstrous speakers so that they only felt the barest hint of the lethal sounds pumping out of them, their very bones seemingly shifting with every tone shift. But what truly defined their peril was the staggering landscape of scales that seemed to rise up above them. The wolf who accompanied him in terror had a look of recognition over his face, the awe at the view above almost glowing on his visage.

"I know that croc." He said with an almost unnoticeable quiver in his voice that caught Kyrath's attention. "Just never seen him from this perspective."

Looking back up with a raised eye ridge, Kyrath knew the croc as well, his form usually always with the jackal to complete the old god look. Yet above them was the ass of the giant, hanging above them as he talked with the musician running the sounds. Unfortunately for the pair, their destination was on the other side of the massive feet that bounced with the beat of the music. Swallowing down their fear with a glance and a nod to one another before they set off at a run towards the device nestled in the darkness. Both of them wanted out of this as quickly as possible. Soon enough they entered the presence of the one of massive walls of scales that coated the paw, the smallest of those armor plates dwarfed them.

Bathed in the dry scent of the reptile they fled forward in hopes of getting past his paw before it shifted, as the smallest of which could end their lives. Waves of heat washed over them, making them sweat and causing them to get tired far faster than normal. Suddenly winds tugged at them, pulling them sideways over the worn tile surface, leaving them to claw at the ground to stop their bodies. Rising up is the sole of the crocodile and shifting slightly over till it loomed like a forest green sky. Kyrath lifted himself up and ran away while the wolf was dazed, shocked at the view now hovering above as he was unused to being this small.

Kyrath glanced back over his shoulder, shouting for the dazed man to move but every word was lost in the shifting winds of music surrounding the dust speck sized man. Even with the fact that this person was one of those that tormented him, the wyvern didn't want to lose another person at this small size. A twist of his paws sent him back towards the still awestruck form that was on his knees while an entire world seemed to be dropping from above. Winds were already whipping around him even with the underside of the paw seemingly miles above, leaving the winged reptile to lose control of his own motion.

Both of the sail like appendages on his arms are forced open in the building wind that would be similar to a hurricane to the giants if they could feel it. Heavy scents filled his nose and mouth while he shouted for the canine to hear him and move, his unmoving body still looked in terror. The wolf could see the scales now getting ever closer, ever more detailed in his eyes till the small man could see the scuffed and damaged scales of the crocodile. Body heat became ever more sweltering and oppressive the closer it came, eventually getting to the point that his furred body was left prone. He was nearly surrounded by flesh coated by armor like scales that folded around his pitifully small body. A simple motion from the muscles pressed the shielded skin down around him as the gargantuan man drummed his toes to the beat.

Kyrath had been blown free of the trap beneath the paw of the reptile by the simple motion of him putting his foot down. Wings held open, billowing with hot air, his body was carried between two of the monstrous toes while they spread their flesh outward under his settling weight. Everything seemed drifted further away, the reptile gliding backwards in the slowly dying air that was suddenly disturbed again. Those monsters the size of mountains lifted and fell in a chaotic rhythm that sent the speck of a reptile tumbling from the skies. Kyrath fell in the eddies rolling through the air around him, falling seemingly thousands of feet, a distance that was no more than an inch in the normal sized world.

Drifting along in the winds, the wyvern felt sorrow at the loss of those people, his entire plan based around simply putting them in their place. Now everything was spiraling out of control around him to the point that he tripped as he landed on the tile. Looking skyward up the crocodilian body towering over him without notice, he truly felt like the speck of dust he was the size of. Pulling himself onto his feet, Kyrath headed towards the thing that caused all of this with the intent to fix it. Tears were already pooling at the corners of his eyes as he put one paw in front of the other.

*****

Rykes and Gosen's group had been chasing after the pack that fled towards the reclining hyena that sat like a mountain over them. They had been sprinting fast over the tiles towards her with every hope that they would be saved, while the others wished only to go back to the only thing they know that could fix this. Shouting and waving, the runners stopped when the feminine continent of fur turned her head and smiled broadly. Bellowing sounds echoed in over and through them while they turned with a new terror burning deep inside their shrunken bodies.

Far in the hazy distance they could see the approaching shapes of various people they could only recognize from what their coloration was. Now even the ones who had hoped to stop their friends sprinted forward, the darkness beyond the massive paws of their friend their only hope in this mad world. Her toes were becoming mountains the closer they got to them with the rumbling in the ground growing ever more noticeable. Rykes reached the vast bulbous pad below the forest of fur that covered their long time roommate first, Gosen right behind him with a few others. Massive footsteps were causing the world to shake violently, those in the rear realizing they would soon have trouble reaching those toes as well.

Rykes looked around at the monstrous forms of friends he had known for many long years when the white furred body of his girlfriend slipped inside. A tug made him turn around to see Gosen pulling his arm while looking skyward, but before he could look an intense gust of wind pressed both of them into Mivra's toe pad. Turning away from the crag like underside of her toe they could see the obsidian furred mountain of another being's foot, the entire range having landed close to their position. Both of the roommates felt fear rising up into their throats at how close it was in the more normal scale of things, yet it was thousands of feet away to them and still knocked them around. A quick glance was all it took for the jackal and bull to realize that their massive roommate was possibly their only refuge in their own house.

Clambering up the imperfections of the toe pad as quickly as they could, their claws finding a multitude of places to find purchase in their endeavor. It took a few minutes for them to reach the edge of the fur forest that covers the entirety of Mivra's body. Brown stalks of stiff trees was simply strands of hair, thick enough for them to climb easily upwards till they could see over the landscape of her still resting paws. Twisting around at the group, Gosen noticed that their group was incomplete, three of their friends were missing from their perch. A quick look around let him see the trio had been knocked aside by the landing of the black paw nearby. They were almost unnoticeable as the rounded mountain hid them in its shadow.

They turned about, dragging themselves from the crushing embrace below a single toe. Their path was suddenly blocked by the almost luminous white fur of someone else, the giant object twisting about against the tiles till they could see that it was a hand. Desperate to be found, tears welled up in their eyes that this may have been a chance for salvation as they looked up at the feminine form of a fox. Her eyes looked up at whoever nearly stepped on them with her chin resting between his legs on the worn couch seemingly miles above. They didn't care at this point while their feet led them towards the currently immobile fingers of her hand. Its thickness was massive, towering over them when the group approached the ivory fur coating it.

Tree like strands filled the area around them while they reached for the skin of the female titan. Pounding at the bare flesh to get some idea if she could feel them was useless but they still did it before moving onwards. They climbed up the finger towards the worn claw pointing outwards over their heads, eventually reaching the side of it. From their vantage point they could see the specks clinging to the brown mountain nearby that was another paw on the ground. Smiles flowed over them, happy that they were far from alone in this strange new world that was very familiar. It didn't last long enough to let their weary hearts rejoice as the finger they were clinging to lift upwards to an unknown fate.

Terrified of falling the thousands of feet to the ground, all three had death grips on the white fur surrounding them. Sailing upwards at a tremendous speed, they could see all of the giant who had nearly stepped on them, separating their group from the only friends who knew they existed. A panther was the being that nearly ended them while the white fox who currently saved them seemed to lean in closer to his athletic body. With a sudden burst of motion, the finger they were cling to darted towards the pitch black fur peeking out of the clothing the giant wore, dabbing inside the leg of the shorts briefly. Hope blazed inside of them that this was just a bit of teasing between friends, but that was smothered under the flesh of the finger as it rubbed along the opening to the feline's shorts.

"Oh no, please no." A small deer begged as he felt his hands starting to slip as their ride dabbed inside the fabric prison.

Combined sweat from the giantess who carried them as well as the giant who they were hovering over mixed with his own fear filled perspiration. The deer tumbled down passed one of his friends before grabbing the hand of the doberman he had shared several classes with. Unfortunately for both of them their combined weight pulled the strand of fur free of the dark brown hand that once had a death grip on it. Falling downward, they could see the white finger pull back out of the giant's pants without them. Black tree like fur surrounded them as they tumbled into the thick brush around the base of the thick tail. Shivering in the darkness, they clung to the fur as it sunk in where they were now located.

High above on the finger was the last survivor as her ride carried her further away from the prison that now held her friends, and something far larger. The frilled lizard dug her claws into the fur and flesh of the giantess who held her to avoid the same fate as her friends. Unfortunately the continent sized female did something she couldn't fight against, the single digit that held her life was sent someplace dark. Her body was pelted by white fur as vertigo made her stomach rise into her throat till it all stopped. Sniffing about, the lizard was assaulted by the smell of an aroused female on a level that was hundreds of times more powerful than it should have been.

Both groups attempted to climb upwards on the bodies of their captors, except that their small size worked against them. Claws failed to grasp the tall strands around the opening to the vixen's womanhood leaving the tiny lizard barely able to do more than cling on in the darkness. The two men in the panther's pants were terrified of falling deeper down, the crevice between those cheeks seemed almost like a canyon below them. A slight sheen of sweat surrounded them, leaving their claws unable to find purchase beyond their own position. Without even a hint of a warning to their passengers, the immense beings lifted off from their positions to head off to an unknown location. All three could hear the creaking of bones, the grinding of their joints in motion as the muscles thrummed with power every time the deep impact of the paws echoed up to them.

The frilled lizard used every ounce of her strength to hold on as the thighs around her powered forward. Every time they swung forward, she could feel the entrance nearby blaze with heat as it shifted with the motions. Eventually everything seemed to go still and allow the miniscule woman to find a place to relax, allowing her to fall to a sitting position on the bare flesh. It seemed to burn against her hide, almost sending her off with how slick it is as it shifted while the owner stood motionless. With a sudden motion light blazed into the shrunken female's eyes as the undergarments of the fox fell away. Slowly the world came back into a strange focus so she could see the panther filling most of the view before her in a different room than before.

"Oh my.." The little lizard gasped, her eyes going wide as she realized that she was located on the white fox's clit, above the moist opening of the giantess's nethers.

The ones trapped amidst the black fur of the panther had just as hard of a time when he started moving around. With a screech of terror, they slipped down into the darkness under the feline's tail, vanishing into the shifting cleft of muscle. Fur battered them in the ever moving region between each of those mountains with every step he took, sending them ever deeper, ever closer to things they didn't want to be near. Fate took them in a horrible direction as the tumbling deer felt an oily fleshy field against his side that seemed to grab him mid fall. Trapped in a wrinkle, a single wrinkle on something dreadful in the darkness that he could identify easily without his eyesight. His friend went even further downwards without knowing the fate of the deer. Instead the doberman was hit by endless strands of fur that slowed his plummeting body, yet were too slick to stop his fall.

Falling free from the black stalks of the massive male's body, the canine landed almost gently on a cloth expanse. Only the constant motion of the legs to either side made it far from gentle as he was tossed from side to side. From his new place in the world he was forced to breath in the almost physical musk that rolled off the vast organ he could hear rustling against the fabric nearby. It made him feel even more pathetically small even though he couldn't see it in the darkness, that this panther's sack dwarfed him to the point that the fur on it was taller than him. Silence was almost shocking, the giant stilling his movements so that he could hear the shouting, the voice of his friend almost quiet from the distance.

"Help! If you're still alive, please help me before he clenches again!" The deer shouted with the tremble of true fear evident in his voice.

"I'm down here if you can see me!" The canine yelled in return, looking upwards to see if he could see anything at all.

They could see nothing of one another till a slit of light appeared high above, the thumbs of their captor slipping inside to make it like a skylight. With light now shining inside like the sun between storm clouds they could see one another, though even that was just barely with the distance. Gaping at the sight, the doberman was slack jawed at seeing the ring of muscle that held his friend above, its surface area large enough to have their entire campus over it. All of it nestled in the tight crevice that was the ass of a jock and in the center of it was the speck of lint he called a friend. Twisting around as much as he could, the deer tried to reach for a stray strand of fur that he could see hanging down before his prison. Yet it took all his will not to keep looking downward towards the being down on the fold of fabric down below.

Surrounding him on all sides were the trenches that covered the exit of this vast male's body. Their hot embrace pulling at his limbs whenever the panther even shifted a leg slightly, the twitch of muscles making him grit his teeth in pain. Without any warning to both people, the world shifted, stretching as the world like creature pulled his clothes off quickly. Falling in jolting motions, vast distances mixed with shallow drops, the doberman was caught in the folds of the underwear as the legs became continents themselves in the sky. Stopping suddenly and violently, the canine was sent sailing into the black forest on top of one of the paws of the gargantuan felines. He traded one heavy musk for another as he breathed in and out now that the terror ride had stopped. But high above he could see the ass that held his friend prisoner, though to the other side he could see the pink spire pointing outwards towards the depths of the white vixen from earlier.

Everything seemed to move in an almost fluid fashion for the tiny reptile trying desperately to not fall from the slick flesh at the peak of the feminine ravine. Forced forward towards the black furred giant, wind rushing towards her perch aided the lizard from tumbling free. Only now she was met with something far firmer to keep her from plummeting to the floor miles below. It bled heat almost as hot as the vast slit below the place she was sitting on, filling the air with a thick odor that she was having trouble breathing in. With a jolting motion the spire, and the black landscape around it, slipped back into the distance while the world flipped to face a new angle. The clit that was previously a hillside that she could sit on became a vertical, slick world that left the lizard scrambling to find a strand of fur to avoid skydiving without a parachute.

Much to her dismay, the only hanging tree like strand that was within reach left the small reptile dangling just below the folds of the vixen's sex. In the dazzling light she saw the slime glittering against the bare flesh, streams the size of rivers all the way up to being larger than lakes just around the opening. All of it was natural lubrication that a female could produce while aroused and it was obvious what was causing this reaction. It slammed into view without a care, propelled by a primal lust from the owner to slap against the chasm with a bellowing squelch. The massive cock ran up and down, towards and away from her position near the clit, even to the point that the slit seemed to open mere feet from her. But then it all went into action as the pillar of flesh drove in deep, thousands of feet of masculine power disappearing at once. Amidst all the noise the slick flesh made with the vocals from the giants themselves proclaiming their lust, the small reptile saw her demise coming. Never slowing down, the feline giant thrusted forward till his sack taped lightly at the fox's body. Right where she was hanging, the wall of fur and flesh slamming forward till it left no room for her to exist.

Far behind that massive groin that crushed her, was a small deer trying his hardest not to be crushed amidst the minor motions of this male. Half his body was trapped in the blazing flesh of the anus as the crevice between the cheeks seemed to suddenly grow tighter. Everything collapsed inwards, the creaking of the joints within the gargantuan being sounding loudly, as well as the squelching of flesh against flesh. Yet all around him was the clenching ring that pulled him ever deeper with a painful clenching that was a simple part of a single thrust. Just a moment before his bones were about to give out to the strength everything reversed in a mere second. Wind flew into his face, a difference of temperatures that sent him shivering even while the rest of his body was embedded in heat. Raw power from a giant pulling out nearly sent him sailing out of the ring, but a clench kept his legs trapped within that sphincter, just an innocent motion prevented his escape.

Everything changed direction violently as the panther went about sating his lust without ever knowing. Hands tried to grasp anything at all, the deer desperate to find something to avoid slipping back inside. Except nothing was within reach from his position as the landscape of the sphincter clenched once more. His entire body was slurped into the darkness, the walls of slick flesh wrapping around him entirely till he landed in a massive open cavern. Everything still moved around him from the giant keeping up with his pleasure, only now the deer could feel the pulse of his hear beating through the bare walls. Deafening moans bellowed down from the black depths as the walls rippled with power around the speck of life, making him cover his ears in pain. Tossed around in the space with every pounding motion the massive male made, hitting the vast exit before landing against another region far away. Everything suddenly collapsed, ridges of flesh closing in tightly in rhythm with a pulsing deep down below as the obviously orgasming being crushed the tiny deer that invaded his innards.

Down in the tall strands of black fur was the doberman, struggling to crawl under the thick wall of clothing sitting atop the panther's paw. Everything was constantly moving, shifting about with the echoing sounds of sex that mirrored the movements. Inevitably the shrunken canine pushed free of the shorts and fell forwards down a living canyon between two towering toes. Hands reached out, grasping thick strands of damp fur as the scent of sweat assaulted him during his descent downwards. When he slowed down to a stop he was a few dozen feet from the tiles of the bathroom these titans had occupied. Those well-worn tiles were slipping around in and out of view as the toes moved about without a care, creating a localized storm of hot air and moving walls. He knew he couldn't stay here as they fucked, so he clambered down till he could leap onto the cold floor.

The doberman had to run after he managed to rise up to his feet, the vast wall of fur and flesh that was the feline's paw was constantly moving. It slammed into the ground at times with enough force to bounce the small canine upwards a number of feet before landing once more. A few times the sides of the living ravine scraped along the surface of the tile, leaving a grating sound to rattle the ears of the tiny male almost as loudly as the sounds of sex. In a few brief moments during his flight, the doberman looked up between the toes to see the action in the fuzzy distance, a pink spire vanishing into the folds of the vixen. With a burst of cold air he made it out of the gap between two of the mountainous digits that still flexed and shifted about. Taking a second to catch his breath, heart still beating painfully after everything that happened, the canine looked for some way to find help or escape before they finished up.

After walking out of the shadow of the paw a deep splat made his heart skip a beat as a wet warmth engulfed one of his arms. A clear fluid tugged at him, almost pulling him into the blob that had fallen from high above. Pulling himself free of the sexual slime so he could look upwards again, the doberman saw even more raining down from the chasm between the female's legs while they fucked. Every time the shaft slipped out more of the stuff fell out in large droplets that fell towards the unknown viewer below. Another thump snapped the canine from his daze, the arrival of another droplet close by jarring the miniscule man. Shaking his head he started sprinting quickly forward towards an unknown world with apocalyptic meteors hitting the ground all around him. Yet this was just the precursor to something far worse for him if he couldn't escape their shifting shadows, their bellowing happening more often, the constant slaps of their pounding quickening in pace.

No matter how fast he was, he knew it was all leading to an inevitable ending as he ran over the tiles of the bathroom floor. His body rattled to the point of almost breaking when the rumbling groans and shouts of bliss bellowed down from above. It was obvious what had happened, more evidence splattered down in a flood all around him as he tried to avoid falling in pain. Everything hurt from the sounds, and the hot fluids from the sex burned him while they kept raining like meteors of cream. The canine tumbled forward eventually as his breath left him, his body collapsing from everything that happened so quickly over the last few minutes. Panting quickly, it took him a second to realize he couldn't feel the thumps of the sexual fluids and the world seemed darker than the harsh restroom lights from earlier. Hanging over him was the softer pink of the vixen's pads as she rested on her toes from being pounded from behind, but they were dropping as she stood back upright once more. He never even had a chance to avoid that plummeting landscape that was her heel, it stretched out larger than the city they lived in, leaving him to simply look on till the end.

*****

Rykes and Gosen looked on from the vantage point of their roommates toe as their friends were blocked from the path by the various giants. One of them was of particular interest for the jackal as it was his girlfriend, only now she towered over him. While he was distracted staring at the white landscape of feminine curves, the bull looked down while waving for the trio trapped between toes and a finger. They were mere specks compared to both of the beings around their band and the distance only amplified that appearance. But all it took was a simple movement of the finger lifting to distract him, the tiny people gone from the floor along with the digit as it flew into the sky impossibly fast. Rykes soon followed the finger along with Gosen when it sailed over the edge of the couch between the black legs of the panther. They could see the knees lift slightly, the toes clenching as the arm is obviously doing something out of their view.

"But that's my girl..." Rykes gaped as it all clicked together at what he witnessed, anger and sadness was welling up from deep inside. "She's cheating on me?!"

His wail of despair at the retreating vista of his companion being taken away was lost in the thumping beat of the music filling the world. She was soon lost in the crowd that kept the sound from hitting their weak group trapped in the fur, her white shape held closely in the arms of a jock. Gosen patted him on the back, trying to give some sort of comfort in this familiar yet terrifying world, but it was interrupted by the appearance of a massive grey toe. It landed without warning, even with the size of it the world was still filled with others that constantly moved about, the massive pad crushing part of the forest nearby. High above was the cruel claw that waved about, drawing their attention just before the musky odor mixed with the air they had been breathing. A brief glimpse up past the rounded front and sharp claw let them see the owner that now threatened their island of safety on Mivra's toe. Rist was leaning in to whisper various words into the hyena's ear in a way that made the small group realize that they may have chosen the wrong bastion to ride out the night on.

Winds pulled at their hideaway when the grey toes lifted upwards to land in the distance with a slap they could hear even through the deafening music. It was then they could feel the rippling of muscle, the creaking of bones suddenly having weight pressed onto them. That was their only warning for when their roommate stood up while swinging her paw forward to follow her boyfriend through the throng of people. Everything suddenly shifted violently, throwing them over the edge to dangle from strands of fur hanging near the worn pads. Looking about they could see that the ground was still far below, almost as if the hyena was in mid step still, except her other foot was coming in and out of view as well. Turning the other way they saw the vast form of Rist holding his date aloft and heading towards the stairs upwards with the crowd behind raising drinks to the pair.

Winds and the motion of her paws dangling ripped at the group as their knuckles turned white around her fur strands. Monumental faces soon slipped away to leave them with only the pair who controlled their fate. Each step upwards shook their perch, gravity pulling them down with enough strength to make them feel like their forms were going to rip apart. But in the end they bounced up so they could feel nearly weightless till it all repeated with the next step. After a repeatedly painful accent their hosts reached the second floor of the house, already heading towards the fateful room belonging to the gargantuan hyena they were clutched on to. Rykes and Gosen looked towards each other, both showing fear and wonder at the situation as they knew the titanic pair had never gone this far. A deafening slam shook their bodies as the door was closed, then everything went chaotic as their ride landed on the bed with a world trembling impact.

Deep voices echoed down from the distance as the titans began whispering dirty words that could only be barely understood by the group. Their world was now a vertical landscape between two toes amidst the forest of brown fur. It rustled with the minor movements of the giantess's toes, everything moving around with her clenching with obvious arousal. While they crawled through the forest down to the spacious ravine between two of the towers they heard the clack of metal being drawn. A dark shadow flies overhead, the ground lurching quickly enough to send them sprawling onto their backs as a mound of clothing lands nearby. Seeing the dark black panties amidst the jean shorts it makes the group blush brightly at what they were now about to be a part of. That all vanished, everything suddenly turning from arousing to fear as the mountainous face of Rist came into view. His blue eyes looking off into the distance while his mouth opened wide, tongue coming out towards their world.

Alcohol infused breath washed over them before the tongue ever touched the cliff face of the sole. They could tell when it landed even though it was out of their line of light amidst the forest of fur, the toes to either side curling slowly. Rykes walked backwards away from the immense face, a face never even noticing the group just inches before his face. While he moved away, the rest were mesmerized by the view of his nose rising upwards to reveal his dripping maw, black throat wide as he swallowed down what he had licked. Moist slaps and slurps rumbled over them along with the bellowing moans of their host while Rist covered every portion of the paw. Humidity from the bat's mouth soon had their hiding place drenched long before the tongue ever came close. But when it did, everyone but the jackal realized they had been drawn in far too close by the sensual display being shown all around them. Saliva rapids, taste buds the size of a person, all of it plucked at their bodies while leaving only a slimy puddle to ensure the black canine couldn't turn away from what he had witnessed.

Obsidian lips closed, vanishing behind grey fur without ever acknowledging the people pulled inside as Rykes was forced to watch. In the darkness within the maw Gosen and the others swam for their lives in the roiling sea. Bellowing intakes of breath hurt their ears and deafened their screams, but even through that they reached the wall of teeth in an effort to save themselves. But even through that they could sense something dreadful in the shadowy depths of the giant bat. An increase in pressure was their only warning before the gulp, everything suddenly sailing towards the rear of the maw while they held on. Only a feline couldn't dig his claws into an imperfection in the ivory mountain as well as the others and was pulled away. He was carried over the seemingly endless tongue till vertigo made his stomach rise up, that feeling only increasing as he fell down the darkness with the collection of saliva. His departure sent a dagger of cold down the survivors' spines, gone far too quickly to even think of saving and now they were left with the overwhelming scent of beer to keep them company.

They could feel the world shifting constantly, the immense tongue slapping them around without a care as their host did things in the greater world. Humidity dripped off every wall, even when they rested in a dry region at the base of a tooth they could feel the fluids rolling off their bodies to the point that it almost hurt to breath. Eventually things shifted with a sudden brightening of their chamber, all of them raising their hands to block out the light till they could see once again. Only their view was limited by what the spire like teeth allowed them to see through the gap between the lips. What they could see was a vast canyon that stretched upwards out of their line of sight, dripping with a sheen of fluids that made the pink crevice glisten before them. A surge of saliva rolled over them just as the tongue plowed into the gap they cowered within. A vast muscle pushed most of them forward, Gosen holding onto the raven that was trapped with him in this moment. Left behind within the maw was a bearded dragon that raised a hand in hopes that one of the others would grasp it. Only the powerful slab of flesh moved onward in a jolt of speed to dab into the womanhood of the hyena, the duo on the tip carried forward. With a swift movement they were pressed into the furnace of a cavern between the thighs of the giantess.

Everything churned around them, the very essence of Mivra surrounding and filling their world in a physical sense. While they struggled on the opening of her folds the tongue that brought them within this new prison slipped back into the sky to vanish into Rist's maw. Gosen and the avian could only look on as their bodies stuck to the lubricated red flesh at the bat carried his form upwards till they could only witness the vast groin of the naked male. Struggling to comprehend this new threat they forgot about their friend still within the maw of the continental mammal filling the horizon. His darkened world brightened only briefly, his vision letting him see the vast maw of the hyena pursed for a kiss. Churning saliva flowed around his island at the base of a fang, the tongue of the canine stabbing forward to joust with the bat's own behemoth of a muscle. Plucked in the maelstrom to be tossed about, the bearded dragon clutched at whatever he could, a mound of flesh getting wrapped up in his arms till he was pulled into a still pool. It rippled with the fast pace of the heart of whoever now held his life, soon enough it was revealed who his captor was as the lips opened wide to reveal black glistening skin.

A vast slit pulsed with a clear flowing slime, everything around it shiny with the fluid lust leading the charge. The small reptile tried to backpedal through the saliva pooling on the gums at the base of the fang he had been clinging too. His plan led him to tumble backwards off the fluidic cliff of organic flesh to land on the edge of the tongue. Fluids pooled up around his body, rising up to his armpits while the taste buds pushed him around with the rolling of the muscle. Sloshed about with the saliva ocean by the gargantuan mammal controlling his fate, it slipping out with his miniscule form in tow to greet the manhood filling the horizon. Pulled free of the feminine mouth, the reptile was soon assaulted by masculine musk, thick and powerful enough to pull his breath away. Watching in a daze, his platform was driven towards that object of lust for the massive hyena. Looking upwards the small reptile could see the wet nose creating a hurricane, pulling the overwhelming odor pouring off the cock upwards till it swirled in eddies over the tongue like a tornado of odor.

All while this event transpired in the vast world around the miniscule lizard, the hyena had been moving closer till an impact occurred. Squelching wet noises filled the air when the massive shaft landed upon the saliva coated landscape to forming a tsunami just before it. Eyes wide at what was happening, the bearded dragon tried to swim through the thick saliva towards the edge of the tongue. Every wave of the arms was in a desperate motion to escape even if it meant a deathly fall over the edge. But it was all in vain as the difference in scale proved impossible to avoid with the light quickly vanishing once more over the taste bud landscape. A rounded, bulbous head blocked out the light, an alien landscape that now threatened a small being without a care before the lips could impede its progress. Its vast form was blocked as the maw formed a kiss, tenderly caressing the penis while giving the reptile a chance to flee. Only the difference in scale would soon prove that escape was impossible yet again when the pursed flesh let the monster all the way in.

Vast and towering, darker than the cavernous mouth that surrounded this beast as it charged forward over the landscape. A tsunami formed before it, rolling towards the chasm forming the back of this chamber, squelching thunder growing louder the closer it got. Screaming out in horror, the bearded dragon tried to swim away even as the titan came ever closer at a pace that was beyond what they could hope to approach. A sudden thought gave the miniature reptile a chance to avoid the inevitable crushing power of the black cock. Leaping out of the saliva, feet kicking off the taste buds, let the small being land on the face of the cliff just seconds before it rolled over him. Now he was carried forward till the penis collided with the back of the hyena's maw with a violent collision that nearly sent him tumbling. Winds buffeted his face as he hung over a deadly void, each breath carrying the scent of decaying meat that was common among carnivores. But all this was simply to start of what was to be a deadly ride of sexual pleasure, everything already starting to move in reverse while the two go through the motions.

The feeling off movement only went on briefly as the cock shifted slightly, but the mouth of the hyena still pulled further away as the woman bobbed her head. Before a second could go on the back of her throat zoomed back towards the miniscule reptile clinging to a limitless expanse of black flesh. All around his position pink landscapes twisted and turned, mountain sized blobs of saliva being pressed into the beating shaft as it was pulled in deep. Twisting weirdly to form insane tunnels was the tongue of the female as it stabbed at the points that every male held on their sensitive penis. All of it would have been arousing for a man, but for someone the size of speck of dust it was an experience that stole years of his life away. In the end it was not the blast he expected that erupted from the cavernous slit that led into the darkness of the spire. Instead of a thick white slime pouring out, the flood spurting forth was a clear syrupy fluid that plucked the reptile without a care. Flowing forth in a steady river while the world moved violently it carried him down onto the back of the vast tongue with the head just barely approaching his position, mere feet from crushing him. With a pop that echoed sharply, it slid out from between the lips just in time for the endless void of the throat to open under the speck in a swift and booming gulp.

Down between the furred legs of the hyena cowered the pair of men trapped in the slime coating her folds. High above them was the underside of Rist, his ass on full display for the bull and raven mired down below. Gosen wished he could look away from the view, or even that it wasn't turning him on, but that was impossible as his eyes stayed glued to the shaft appearing between Mivra's lips. Lost in the view, they looked on even while the vagina holding them prison flexed like a maw that wanted to be filled. Rolling walls threatened to pull them into the depths, down into those churning folds lost in the darkness. One last, loud slurp announced the end of the blowjob in the skies above their prison. But it was the gulp afterword that made them blanch at the realization of what may have just happened to their reptilian friend far above. Those grey cheeks spread wide as the bat lowered himself down the brown forest of Mivra's body, the hanging sack swinging overhead to allow them to see the full shaft. Glistening with a sheen of saliva it pulsed and throbbed, spurting out a small bead of pre against the belly of the woman while swinging about. A warning as to what would be invading their prison as sense started to return to their brains with the sudden introduction of musk in the presence of the black cock.

Gosen crawled forward, nearly at the rim of the canyon like womanhood with the sky filling male looming above. A wet strand of fur was trapped in the mire just as he was and he took advantage of it with a surge of motion. Hand wrapped around it, the bull tried to pull free even with the weight of the raven suddenly adding to his own. Strength was his strong suit thankfully, his arms bulging with the effort to yank both of their forms through the slime coated walls and undulating world. Thunderous rumbling made his body vibrate enough that the cable like hair slipped through his slick fist even while clenched white knuckle around it. A glance up let him see the underside of Rist's jaw moving as he whispered various unintelligible words, just an ear aching noise. Though it was far from the only thing making noise and harming the world about them. Circling the prison of the bull and raven were a pair of stone colored fingers, the grey fur slightly damp already while moving closer to the womanly depths. Gosen looked to his friend with a sad look in his eyes as those digits barreled through the forest of fur without a care before slipping over the rim of the crevice towards the mired duo.

Unstoppable in their approach, looking like building sized trains in their speed. Those two digits plowed over the miniscule men flailing in the slime with arms waving and voices shouting to be noticed. Gosen was pressed into the deeper regions by the clawed finger, the back of the claw rubbing at the walls to avoid anything bad, but also showing only the smooth edge to the bull. Walls pulsed over him as he floated towards the darker reaches that opened up with the growing arousal of the hyena. Waves of heat floated up to distort the man's view as he could only look on at his friend still trapped. The raven was but a speck of black against the wet grey stone color of the bat looming above, tossed about till the roaming finger found the one spot within this gargantuan woman. Everything seemed to clench inwards violently around those digits, waves of slime carrying a thicker scent surged up in the motions of the muscled cavern. Against the unyielding finger claw with the pulsing walls of flesh pressing ever tighter was the small raven. It was a sudden bout of growing pain in the storm of pleasure thundering all around him, a storm that proved impossible for the miniature avian to withstand. His body lost in the waves, his voice gone in the musky wind between these titans.

Forced to watch the end of his friend, the bull lost all thoughts of survival as those deathly claws delved deeper. A tsunami of juices propelled him deeper into her love cavern before the fingers could find his tiny form. Light was soon nonexistent in the reaches he had landed in after a long slide. What he could make out was the ring of flesh along one wall of the immeasurable cavern that changed shape with every second. Fluids seeped from the center of the island, lightly pulsing with the thunderous heart pounding in the distance. Gosen looked up through the slime coating his body, staring out the opening far in the distance as it was held open by two fingers. What light he did have vanished as a gargantuan black plug ran over the opening with a slow movement. Gosen gulped loudly, the sound lost in the sudden squelch of wet flesh against flesh as these two massive mammals let their young lust take them fully.

Gosen could only stare at the head of the penis forcing its way into this cavern, not that he could see it any more after the manhood slipped passed the entrance. But he could feel the pressure growing ever more while the walls parted before the unyielding surface of the tool. Slurps of air could be heard slipping around the bulging crown, churning fluids squelching into the now vacant regions when the air vanished. With how small he was all he needed was the bubble of air surrounding his head, though that would prove to be hard as the shaft introduced its own fluids into the mixture flooding the vagina. Inevitably the vast penis could press in no further as it hilted in the nethers of the hyena. Yet even with its halted movement, it pressed fairly hard into the back of the cavern near the miniature bull, dominating his now cramped world even though he was not touching it. Now he was trapped in a crevice at the edge of the cervix while the manhood of Rist throbbed for a moment until it pulled back out. Suction tried to tug the small man out with the piston of a cock but he could feel the slime adhering to the wall with strength enough to keep him safe. That was until he heard the tower coming back in to let him know he was far from safe.

Down below all of this chaos was Rykes, the jackal still trapped between the toes of Mivra. The saliva had been drying fairly quickly as the female's body was warming up to extreme temperatures compared to the shrunken man. Mired in the fluids he had born witness to the acts high above, even though they had been hazy in the vast distances at times. Rykes's eyes were wide at the experience his friends had been forced to endure while these two giants had been simply enjoying some foreplay. If things had been different he could have enjoyed playing voyeur on his roommate and her boyfriend, but now he was surrounded by her toes. Forced to breath in the musk of her toes, growing ever more pronounced as her body warmed up, staring through the forest of fur leading along the endless leg. The jackal was soon gazing at the ass of Rist as it loomed closer as the foreplay went on till it was suddenly filling his entire view. Mivra had lifted her leg up behind the bat with the small man in tow, bringing her feet up to pull his grey body in for the plunge. It was during this that Rykes soon found out that his body was finally free, all while he was falling towards the ass of an immense man.

Grunting in pain, the jackal hit the bare flesh after bouncing off a strand of fur with a harsh slap. He was given a brief glance at the landscape before he started slipping along the almost sheer cliff that curved off out of his sight. Fear of falling the thousands of feet towards the bed sheets below got him off his ass and running along the one owned by someone he had known for a few years now. Everything was in constant motion as he took every step he could towards anyplace that would be suitable cover for the actions soon to take place. Dodging around droplets of sweat that rolled along in large balls of liquid, Rykes was quickly having trouble finding his footing as the bat lined himself up. Everything fell out from under the jackal in a quick second, leaving him falling once more while getting a view of the rump that he had been running over just moments earlier. Arms out stretched, Rykes suddenly had his arms nearly pulled free as he clutched a tree like strand on the tail of Rist as it hung over the dark crevice.

Arms clamped tightly around the strand of fur, Rykes wanted this barely started event to already be over. Instead the thin tail of the bat whipped about as he could hear the sounds of wet flesh against flesh far in the distance along with the ever present noises from high above. Those groans bellowed down at a level that was nearly painful, if not deafening for the miniscule canine's ears. Wind whipped around him with the bat's motions as he got it with Mivra, those muscles just under the skin flexing visibly before Rykes while he dangled from the waving tail. Deep down through the miles of flesh, within the constantly churning well of sexuality was Gosen, still mired in the liquid lust pouring from both giants. The bull was battered by the thick manhood delving into this chamber at an ever increasing pace. Through all that was the raw sound of the penis driving inwards and pulling out, it was a physical sense just as present as the feeling of the head slamming into the wall just over his position. Gosen hoped that at least some of the others survived, that some of them will remember him as he doubted that he would ever be escaping this chamber.

His bubble of safety was filled with the stench of the chamber he was trapped in, but that alone was not something he was worried about. While he struggled to stay within that safe haven the rest of the fleshy world pulsed and churned with the movements above. Even though it still shifted by thousands of feet with every thrust, Gosen could tell that it was doing short and violent thrusts. It was almost time as he felt the vast black skin butting against the cervix at a quicker pace. Rykes felt like he was both sick and in physical pain from the motions of the rump stretching out below him. Sweat rolled off the fur nearby as the giant exerted himself ever more. The jackal kept his eyes closed tightly during most of the event, constant motion from the thrusting made the world spin sickeningly. A new distraction slammed into the world nearby, endless fingers coated in brown fur dug into the crevice below. Those hands pressing the bat below in harder, shorter thrusts that jerked the male nearly from his position. Rykes knew he had to hold on just a little more and he would be free of this terror.

Everything slammed into a stillness that defied what he had been experiencing, making him wonder if he had survived the entire event. That illusion was shattered when a booming, echoing duet bellowed through his entire body in a way that left him painfully tumbling free of the tail. Rykes grasped his ears while he fell downwards into the crevice. Landing amid the sweat soaked forest of fur down at the base of the canyon, the jackal was left only able to look out through one eye as he could feel Rist letting his load flow. Not only could he feel the world pumping rhythmically, frantically, Rykes witnessed the landscape itself rising and falling hundreds of feet every pulse. Filling the gap at the bottom of the mountain of a cheek was the vast anus, looking like an eager maw while it churned and pulsed with the orgasm now rolling through the male's body. Everything was moving with the simple action of letting semen flow forth, a bat wanting to fill his mate up while never knowing the danger he was causing down under his tail.

Gosen clenched his teeth as the vast head slammed into him repeatedly, moving back far less than the thrusts from earlier. He wished he could see in the darkness even though he would only be witnessing a black cock filling the void within his roommate. Even though he couldn't see anything, the bull could feel the fluid around him growing thicker, ever hotter than the already blistering temperature it was. It was heralded by the ear shattering groans echoing through the flesh from far away, swiftly followed by a world rocking motion from the bodies around him. In the darkness he could feel the walls churn violently, pressing his tiny body into the smoother wall of the manhood with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. That was nothing compared to the throb Rist's penis gave in response to the caresses Mivra was giving his sensitive regions. Along with the beating he received from the orgasming giants Gosen was aware of the thick slime filling every crevice in the cavern. Far too quickly his bubble was replaced by the squirming ejaculate of his friend.

Gosen's mind was starting to go, he couldn't even breath in the semen filling his world. His eyes were nearly shut when the blinding light hit him fiercely as the manhood pulled free. It squelched out of the vagina while spurting out one last blob of white cream at the entrance of the cavern. The bull floated in the fluid mixture, feeling the world move about with his body simply flowing with the tides to safety. A true stillness settled in soon enough in the gargantuan world, the light dimming out the still open entrance considerably. With a gasp of pain, Gosen pulled himself forward through the settling ocean, the slime itself weighing him down as it stuck to his fur. Over time he made it close to entrance, those lips having pulled nearly fully closed after the hours it had seemed to take him to travel the distance. Slipping out of the bare flesh, Gosen stumbled through the brown forest of the hyena's fur, heading towards the end of the bed past her feet. He didn't care how long it took him as he wanted to be away from site of his torment, each step taking him further along the thigh.

Rykes had kept his eyes closed as the tremors rocked his world, the simple pulses running through the enormous bat. Unwilling to gaze at the landscape between the cheeks of his friend, the jackal was unprepared for the world tipping sideways till he was left in a cavern of flesh. Opening his eyes left him just as blind as he was before with only a glimpse of light in the distance. Stumbling through the new prison, running into strands of fur while feeling the occasional rumble in the giant body surrounding him, Rykes eventually fell back into the dim light. Looking about through the forest of grey, the male found himself on the thigh of the far larger man with the underside of the bat filling his view. But in the distance he could see the brown of Mivra, looking like an island in the distance. Rykes was conflicted on what he should do, shaking his head about till he looked towards the hazy shape of the door looming over the edge of the bed. One step in front of the other he walked towards the feet of the giant and the one hope that he could find another one of the people who had been shrunk at the start of this nightmare.

Twisting and winding their way through two very different forests, both still dazed from the actions they had been survivors of not long ago. Gosen and Rykes hardly even looked at the body landscapes forming their worlds even while they wound their way down between and along the toes of their friends. Everything was mostly silent, not even the sound of music could be heard as they passed over the sheets in the shadow of the soles rising upwards thousands of feet behind them. But when they reached the edge of the bedding they both stopped, gazing down the cliff of fabric vanishing into the shadows near the floor. Turning to search for an easier way down they noticed one another, the slow dawning setting in with tears blurring their vision. Neither said a word, instead they ran towards the other with a burst of happiness propelling their worn limbs forward with every step. Arms spread wide as they clasped one another in joy, ignoring the fact that they were both coated in dried fluids from the giants they had escaped from.

Silently they parted, their throats sore from the screaming and the various things they have been swallowing and inhaling. Gosen led the way forward with Rykes following just behind him, the bull climbing over the edge on a wrinkle in the fabric. It took what felt like hours to reach the bottom with the only sounds the rumbling breathing from the pair slumbering above. Stumbling off the edge of the sheet when the duo hit the ground, they could see that almost a third of the bed spread had been tossed off by the couple's actions earlier. With the adrenaline rush from their near death experiences running low, both Rykes and Gosen had to lean on one another to avoid passing out during their trip towards the door. Mivra's room had a hard wood covering that let them simply walk towards the silent door with almost nothing to slow them down. The bottom of the wooden guardian was still a long distance over the horn of the bull as he stumbled forward with half lidded eyes. Neither could take another step forward, not that either of them could think of what to do now as they were trapped at the top of the stairs. Instead they leaned against the bottom of the wall and started to close their eyes.

Kyrath had been focused during his work deep within the recesses of the device he had built up with his own two hands. Now it was taking his entire body to even make a single piece of this construct budge an inch at his scale. Lost in trying to figure out which part could fix everything, flying in the darkness with only flashes of light leaking in, the wyvern didn't even acknowledge the thunder of the nearby steps. Everything shook, creaking dangerously even as it held together when one of those massive paws landed. But Kyrath kept his mind focused during all of this as he flew around thick wires and humming electronics. Hours went on without notice as the miniature micro shoved control chips from their sockets in hopes that the device would fail instead of keeping him shrunken. His body was aching, sore from prying plastic and metal apart even as the hopes of being normal drove him onwards. Long after the music had stopped he worked on, no longer could he hear the deafening music or see shifting lights. It in that now silent world Kyrath suddenly heard the dull thrum die out, leaving the entire machine dead. It was while the chip clattered on the plastic floor below that Kyrath felt something different in his body, and then he noticed the small interior getting cramped fairly quickly.

Leaping free of the dark space, the wyvern landed heavily in the room all of this had started in. When the tingling sensation ended, he was still relatively tiny compared to the room but at the size he had always lived at for years. Lifting his head to look about Kyrath looked over at a few slumbering forms that littered the tiled landscape of the vacated room. A focus formed within his mind, making him turn around towards his masterful machine that had taken him a long time to construct. Reaching into with an angry growl, Kyrath plucked and raked, tearing pieces while ripping the wiring out of the plastic housing. With his creation broken to the point of uselessness after working for a single night he turned to make his way back to his room. Kyrath walked with an exhausted gait, hardly even caring if any of the drunken normals could see him walking in the open. Passing beneath the couch and making his way to the hidden door around a discarded plastic cup, the wyvern slipped inside. Kyrath passed out onto the floor as everything seemed to hit him at once, his dreams filled with reimagined events that he had been witness to from the adventure that was now over.

Through the night the two men slept in the hallway, leaning together as they hardly budged. Wearily waking, the bull and jackal were still sore from the previous night, their stomachs demanding food with a growl. It was almost like a nightmare they had never happened as they stumbled down stairs to slump onto the sofa heavily. Staring off at nothing in particular they both were waiting for the other to make the first move. A soft glint of something caught Rykes's attention suddenly as light crept in through a window. Glancing towards with a raised brow, Rykes saw a black boxy shape with pieces littered over the tiles under the DJ booth. His face went slack as it dawned on him that it wasn't a dream at all, that the nightmare really happened on the floor just in front of his feet.

"You guys missed a good party last night you know." Came the soft voice of their roommate as she descended the stairway. The hyena was covered in a shirt far too large for her, a smile on her face as she noticed the pair looking at it. "Why don't I get started on breakfast?"

"Hey Gosen" The jackal whispered to his friend. "Let's stop throwing these kinds of parties."

"Yeah." Gosen said off handily as he was still staring at the shirt Mivra was wearing, the same shirt Rist had thrown off last night. "I think we've had enough excitement like that for a good long while."