Illicit Adventuring
#1 of Commissioned
As part of the Boss's Microps division Tegon and Geladazane usually are busy spying on and crawling on rivals to the company without their knowledge, but Tegon has developed an interest in the grumpy and dominant Gargoyle Boss of theirs. The Boss is relaxing in his office from a stressful evening hosting reps and executives to maintain business relationships and needs some stress relief. Hijinks ensue.
Illicit Adventuring
By: Shalmendo
© 2015
For: Tegon (DSC85) and Geldazane
Both of them were nervous. Despite their advanced gear and purpose designed equipment Tegon and Bronze were both acutely aware of the breach of protocols that they were enacting at the moment.
Bronze swallowed, "Are you sure we can get away with this, Tegon?"
Tegon chewed his lower lip briefly, "I think so. I mean, we've gone on lots of missions before already and we know what to do, don't we?"
Bronze nodded, "I guess, but this is kind of different."
Tegon shook his head, "It's not...it's the same kind of circumstances as every authorized mission so this isn't any different."
Bronze hesitated, "But this isn't authorized."
Tegon smirked, "No, but why do we always need to get authorization? It's not like they know what we're doing right now."
Bronze thought about that, it was pretty true. They had a surprising amount of free reign which was only really restricted by protocols. "What if we get caught?" Bronze asked the black and green dragon.
"We uh...disavow all knowledge and they probably won't care too much? Some of us have gotten lost before and it wasn't a big deal. They know it happens."
Bronze shrugged and nodded, that was especially true. "So how long do we have to wait, then?" Bronze asked.
Tegon checked his bracer, holographic interface flitting about in mid-air, "He'll probably show up soon. He doesn't usually spend a lot of personal time at those fancy events they host in the holosphere. Pretty soon he should make for up here and we can enjoy."
Bronze licked his lips as he thought about the gargoyle, so tall with thick black hide and firm muscles. He couldn't help but start getting a mild arousal as they waited among the trees.
They didn't have to wait long. The gargoyle had been playing host in a fancy dinner the company was holding for some of the rich sponsors that were pitching in funding for various beneficial projects ranging from cancer studies to better metals for everything from skyscraper skeletons to medical and surgical applications. Being a stoical and independent creature it was difficult for him to rub elbows with the affluent customers the event was being held for, and he tired of it fairly quickly. He tended to limit his involvement as much as possible, catering to the sociality of the event in a limited fashion, and after being involved in greetings and casual and business chatting with the large number of people, giving a toast, a speech, and trying to look like a 'good buddy' to everybody he was stressed and socially burnt out. He understood the benefits. The PR department was pretty clear on the positive results it has for the company but he didn't really see why all these rich snobs needed HIM to be there and he couldn't just appoint someone else to keep up with all the social bother. It was inconvenient to him. He saw this as a waste of time. He could be spending this time making real progress on the projects instead of wining and dining a bunch of affluent nutballs who wanted to feel important. Importance wasn't important to him. He was more interested in actual solid progress and results then pumping up their egos. Sure, he was glad for the funding, but did he really have to babysit their egos? After a couple of hours of pretending to be pleasant and sociable he was fed up with it and signaled for his exit. The result was the startup of a brilliantly holographic display which highlighted the benefits of the funding they were receiving to inflate those egos, allowing him to slip out to the lift and growl to himself as he ordered the lift to his office and yanked the fancy bow tie off his collar. He grumbled mild insults to himself as the lift sped up to his private office floor and he dropped the bow tie there in the lift, knowing a robot would quickly retrieve it and make sure the tie was properly cleaned and put back where it belonged. That was one benefit of being affluent himself, he was able to simply take off his jacket and drop it in the lobby carelessly as he removed the vestments of snobbery catering which was necessitated by the affluent he had just left behind in the fancy holographic chamber, he sighed. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside as he entered his office, onto a couch nearby the entrance. "Freaking rich people..." he grumbled to himself as he went over to his desk and sat down heavily. Sighing he put his head in his hand, elbow resting on the blank black desk. He sat this way for a brief moment before reaching down and unzipping the boots he had to wear to go with the tuxedo and kicked them off haphazardly before leaning back and closing his eyes, relishing the raw silence of the quiet, abandoned room. No tittery chatter, no rich people making horrible jokes and thinking they're so clever, no having to fake a friendly smile and telling people how much he was so happy they were there when he'd rather vaporize them then spend another minute performing such chicanery.
Tegon and Bronze blinked in sudden light as the automatic lighting system flipped on in the office. As it was nighttime it was dimmer than usual and a slight orangey color to avoid outputting excess blue wavelengths that would upset someone's natural sleep cycle. Nighttime lighting was designed to avoid messing with the biological clock and to provide a comfortable work environment that was still clear enough to work in while feeling more relaxed than during the day. These details were lost on the two as they felt the telltale tremors of something entering. Tegon and Bronze climbed up the nearby trees to peer out across the landscape at a monolithic shape in the distance which smoothly split open in the middle, letting more light stream in. The light cast a back glow on a tremendous figure that made both of them tingle.
They watched eagerly as with resounding booms the figure drew closer, an arm reaching out to drop a fancy tuxedo jacket on the couch near the entrance. The material gracefully folded and took the shape of the couch seat and arm, collapsing around it as it was discarded. But they weren't paying much attention to the jacket. Instead, they were both fixated on the boots the figure wore. They were black, well polished, and featured zippers on the side for easy wear. The visual design was slightly reminiscent of a wingtip style shoe but the entire design had been fitted to the digitigrade foot of the owner and supported the uplifted arch and heel. The sole was quite thick and featured a tractionary design to take advantage of the little traction offered in the varying flooring used throughout the building interior, although carpets were naturally higher traction, like the one they were grinding against now. Both the military grade dragons were aware that the owner would probably remove them at the first opportunity, knowing that their owner disliked wearing footwear in general.
They both thrilled as the massive footwear, and their massive owner gracefully stepped over their heads, producing an incredible thoom with the footfall, along with a vibration that would have sent them both flying if they hadn't been clinging carefully. Bronze stared up at the massive black figure, "Are you sure?" He asked his partner. Tegon nodded, "Yeah he doesn't know we're here. It should be easy. especially at this scale." Bronze wasn't sure, and both of them were concerned about discovery. Despite their tiny size, this particular target was not only high profile, but risky. And, on top of that, their boss. They had both agreed that they found the massive gargoyle attractive enough to violate rules and protocol at great risk.
Their pondering was interrupted by the great creature sitting down, and those boots slamming into the carpeting in front of them. "Now?", Bronze asked. Tegon shook his head, "Not yet. wait for the boots to come off." They waited. It seemed like an eternity of hoping before the chair shifted and a strong black hand reached down to grip the zip pulls and tug them down strongly to release the grip of each boot. A few moments later they observed as one foot rose up to push the heel of the other down slowly, with the boot popping off and dangling off the strong toes of the foot within before a sudden flick of movement sent the footwear tumbling forwards off the foot, watching the toes splay wide. They stared at the just revealed foot before the boot came tumbling down onto the carpet right in front of them and cut off the view as it crashed down closer to them then they would have liked.
Presumably the freed foot freed its brother as they heard and felt another tumbling crash as the footwear freed the foot it had been gripping and fell free. They didn't see what happened next, but with the two crashes, loud scraping, and such, they figured the gargoyle's feet were settling into the carpet and sliding about a bit as they got comfortable. Bronze and Tegon looked at each other and didn't even need to speak a word as they both started climbing towards the massive leather footwear that had just landed before them. They both knew what they had to do, and the footwear was a perfect first target. That boot had to be explored. So, they clambered through the forest of carpet fibers towards the opening.
A delicious scent was wafting out of it, and drawing them closer as well as making them more eager. A scent of foot musk, sweat, hot leather, and possibly hints of frustration, all with a base of dominance and stoney undertones. It was amazing. They drew in, looking over the rim of the footwear into the darker expanse inside that had moments ago been occupied by a large, tough, gargoyle foot. It had left an immense amount of warmth built up and at their size they were able to see a bit of steam wafting out along the top from heated moisture, likely sweat, that had been built up inside the footwear during the event they were being worn for. They stood and stared at the details they were able to make out, like the waft of steam, that the gargoyle, as observant as he usually was, would miss out on due to being so large scale.
They clambered up to the well treated leather that rimmed the entrance of the boot finding it thick with lots of texturing for them to wiggle their claws into. After they pulled themselves up onto the surface just inside, they were greeted by the vista of a massive cavern, ripe with the gargoyle's foot musk. They both tingled as they walked their way inside the recently discarded footwear, admiring the leather surfaces around them which reflected a slightly moist and well scented state. The combination of leather and musk was quite intoxicating to both dragons as they intruded into their boss's footwear, walking along the leg of the boot's leather as they progressed deeper in, and things started to get a little darker as the light streaming in from the boot's opening was only able to penetrate so far. They were fortunate to be equipped with extremely bright light sources, both directed like a flashlight/torch and omnidirectional like a lantern. Since they were also underneath the gargoyle's desk and unlikely to be noticed, even with such bright light filling the boot, Tegon tossed up an antigravity light sphere which produced ample lighting and allowed them to see much further in.
They stared at the wall which had previously been in contact with the extended arch of the gargoyle's foot. It was rather moist from sweat, but they knew that even deeper in there would be more to enjoy. Bronze wiped a gloved palm across the surface and licked it, being rewarded with a strong masculine, and dominant, flavor of the gargoyle's foot which had just been sweating against that surface a few moments before. The interior was quite warm, even hot, and they adjusted their equipment to compensate for the outer temperature so they could maintain an internal degree more appropriate to their homeostasis. Regardless they had their helmets off so they could bask in the sauna like environment and scent that pervaded the atmosphere around them. Moving deeper in, they were delighted to find the actual insole of the footwear where the gargoyle's toes had been literally standing with all of the beast's weight upon them.
They moved in eagerly to inspect it. Seeing as the gargoyle didn't wear footwear that often, and these boots in particular were worn for the 'special occasions' like this, there was only a slight imprint of the massive ball of the gargoyle's foot and the toes that extended off of it. They both moved up to inspect the impressions the gargoyle's foot had left behind and were delighted to find they were not only intensely musky, but quite moist with sweat, and also bore other evidence of the gargoyle's foot. Embedded from the pressure were bits of grit, sand, dirt, and even flakes of the gargoyle's own skin. It was apparent these boots were worn barepaw and the boot wasn't quite that clean as a result. They lingered, inspecting the indentations left by the gargoyle's powerful claws, almost like pits that probably had more evidence of wear stuffed down inside of them.
For Tegon, the boot exploration was a great way to see how warm and sweaty the gargoyle's feet were, but it was the gargoyle's feet, rather than the footwear, that were the most interesting. Bronze also was more interested in the gargoyle's body then the footwear. After nodding to each other they proceeded to make their way back out of the footwear. They both wished they could see a view of the dominant gargoyle's feet as they approached the entrance but it was facing the wrong way. Regardless, Tegon retrieved the light sphere, put it away properly, and they both approached the lip of the boot's entrance. A moment later, they were both flying through the air unexpectedly.
After reflecting on the quiet for a few minutes, the gargoyle decided that relieving his stress was probably a good course of action. Being the heavily libido driven being that he was, sexual release was an effective means to quick stress relief and he opted for it like he had many times before. He grumbled to himself as he kicked his boots out from under the desk. It wouldn't do to get cum all over them, the night wasn't fully over and he didn't want to find it imperative to get a new pair of the same boots delivered at short notice, so getting them out of the way was probably the best choice. He brought up the intensely advanced holographic interface which comprised the actual working interface of the office. The desk was mostly something him to sit at and he didn't actually do any paperwork on it, instead relying on advanced holography and other interface measures to provide a complete and advanced working environment which allowed him to get a good deal done efficiently each day. He flipped through various options as he opened his trousers and relaxed back in that chair, fidgeting around with his legs and feet a bit to get comfortable. What was going to be his pleasure tonight? He had a good deal of options available ranging from having a pair of socks stolen and delivered, activating the microps, spying on one of his soldiers, or even having a soldier come into his office for direct enjoyment, aware or not. He murred a little as he considered the myriad of possibilities. He might find it most enjoyable to visit his private club, or to go home and enjoy his slave and twin offspring, but staying in the building was probably a good idea. Lots of mischief could be attained within the confines of the company's innards, many without even leaving his office.
Tegon and Bronze were flying, not under their own power. A sudden movement of the footwear had tumbled and quickly ejected them from it and they were now experiencing a gyroscopic free fall that had them twisting and tumbling uncontrollably through the air under their boss's desk. they landed among the carpet fibers below, skidding and bumping to halts.
Tegon grunted as he checked himself for injury, "Bronze, are you okay?"
Bronze was doing about the same thing as he heard the call echo in his headset, "uff, yeah I think so. What happened?"
Tegon was going to reply when both of them looked up and saw the massive expanse of the gargoyle's sole descending upon them quickly. Tegon didn't have time to respond to Bronze's question, or even react to it, as the gargoyle's sole slammed down carelessly onto the carpet and caught them up in the fibers, tossing both of the tiny dragons about as it settled. A waft of intense foot musk passed over them along with a near instant change in the humidity in the atmosphere. A rain of sweat descended and pelted against them shortly after the foot had settled. They both found themselves awash in a short pelt of the musk and struggled a bit in the entrapment of fibers as their clothing absorbed a good deal of the musky moisture. Being trapped under the gargoyle's foot wasn't entirely in the plan but neither of them really minded it as they looked up through the carpet fibers they were trapped in and saw an amazing vista of the gargoyle's sole. It was almost indescribable but they saw an intense desert like expanse with cracks and canyons that were impressive, incredibly large, and probably fairly easy to get lost in. Unfortunately they weren't going to get anywhere at the moment as they were each trapped between a myriad of carpet fibers that held them fast. A light dusting of discarded skin flakes, bits of dirt and other grime, and the moisture rained down upon them as they pushed and twisted about in the entrapment of the fibers. They also noticed a quickly building heat coming off the sole in intense waves which brought a musk of humidity as well.
Fortunately they weren't trapped for too long as the foot above shifted in a direction and they found themselves suddenly freed of the fibers, but caught up against the sole as it slid, many countless carpet fibers dancing across the surface as they were forced to roll along over the tops of them, becoming covered in the gargoyle's sweaty foot musk and bits of dust, dirt, and specks of sand that varied in size from baseball sized bits to boulders. All of these things were bouncing chaotically and sliding by in various directions, accompanied by the massive acoustics of many carpet fibers banging and bouncing about under the careless grind of the gargoyle's sole. After a moment there was a sudden release of pressure and the two looked up to find an obsidian canyon had suddenly opened up above them. It was still moving as the gargoyle did, something unknown, but it was a lovely vista. The walls were ragged like you'd expect a geological canyon to be, and even appeared to be multilayered. Another detail that caught their attention was how the walls had a dusting of dirt, grime, and possibly bits of sand along with other stowaway bits. Higher up they even spotted large boulders wedged in the narrow parts of the canyon. A few threads from the carpet fiber bundles were present as well, bouncing to and fro as the foot they were caught on shifted. Among all of the detritus and foot-caught debris, there was a noticeable sheen of sweat glistening on everything, produced directly from the flesh above and visibly dripping and flowing downwards, pulled by gravity.
The foot came to a still after a moment and they found themselves bundled among the fibers with the canyon of a miniscule detail of the gargoyle's powerful foot hulking over them like a landscape that threatened to collapse down upon them and trap them forever in the flesh. Thankfully it was already as compressed as it was going to get, and the majority of the movement had ceased for the time being.
Tegon heard Bronze's radio chime in, "Hey Tegon where are you??"
Tegon pushed himself free of a few carpet fibers, "Somewhere under a big canyon that smells amazing."
"Hey I'm under a canyon too!" came Bronze's reply.
Tegon clambered up a particularly tall fiber that was pressing into the canyon and rising up into it slightly, "Yeah? Well we better find stick together."
Bronze agreed and they both climbed up to see if they could locate each other. It took what felt like a few minutes, and the canyon around them kept shifting and flexing slightly, the walls heaving to and fro, curving and straightening as the gargoyle above made miniscule muscular movements that he probably didn't even realize he was making. But to the two it was a bit of a 'wild ride' that they had to keep clinging to things to avoid getting bounced about. Every movement was accompanied by rumbling, and short bursts of dust and other similar detritus from not only the canyon itself, but the carpeting below. It was painfully obvious that their scale was more than simply miniscule. It was beyond that, and combined with the gargoyle's natural stature, they had a good deal of landscape to explore. Probably a whole country's worth.
Despite the challenge of the shifting walls, they managed to find each other with a little difficulty.
"Where do you think we should go from here?" Bronze asked.
"Hmm, well I'm pretty content down here." Was the reply.
"Well I don't think I want to just stay down here, though." Bronze said, looking up at the canyon narrowing above, "There's so much more to see up there."
Tegon snerked, "Well, keep in touch I guess, I think I have more to explore down here, honestly. Can you see how BIG this foot is?"
Bronze snerked back, "Yeah it's practically the size of a landmass...I guess you'll be pretty busy."
With that, they parted ways, with Bronze looking for a way to climb up the monumental beast, while Tegon sought out plenty of details of interest far below the creature's awareness. Both of them had concerns about whether their boss was actually oblivious to their presence and this nagged at the back of their minds. So far, however, there was no indication of awareness, so they felt mildly safe enough to go exploring over the massive black body.
As Bronze left, Tegon looked around to plan his enjoyment. He didn't know exactly where he was, however, and figured he'd need to get his bearings. He knew he was in a 'canyon', which was probably a tiny crack in the thick sole of the gargoyle's foot, but he didn't have much of a clue as to where that might be. Bronze disappeared into the fibers while he pondered and basically left his sphere of awareness while he tried to figure out in what orientation to the foot the canyon might be. That problem was quickly solved, however, as the massive canyon suddenly rose up amongst a bunch of trembling and quaking and started shifting gracefully to the side. Tegon stared upwards as the surface withdrew and revealed the massive canyon was a tiny quirk in the landscape of the ball of the gargoyle's foot. So he wasn't under a toe, then. He watched as it cleared to the side, then gracefully descended into a resounding thoom which sent him flying up in the air for a brief moment before he landed back amongst the carpet fibers which had sprung back up now that they were released from the pressure. Climbing up to the top of one he peered out at the handsome foot in the distance. The claws glinted slightly in the light under the desk, and his eyes gradually traversed up the gargoyle's strong arch to the uplifted heel, and the ankle which quickly became shrouded in the fabric of the fancy trousers he was wearing as part of the expected dress at the event. The trouser covered leg shot up into the sky for what seemed like infinity before the gargoyle's knee took it around the edge of the chair and he couldn't see any further due to the desk being in the way. He looked that handsome leg up and down, wondering where Bronze had gotten to.
Bronze, had ducked down into the carpet fibers to find a route up the gargoyle's foot as his interests laid a bit higher up with his boss's groin, and the masculine gargoylehood to be found there. He was driven by fantasy thoughts of what it might be like, how big it was, whether he had a sheath or an openly dangly cock. Neither of them had been able to glimpse the gargoyle's private bits until now. Bronze was eager to find his way up there but the massive foot overhead shifted and the carpet fibers sprung up, flinging him with them. He sailed upwards, getting a nice view of the gargoyle's foot lifting and shifting to the side only to pound back down in a careless casual movement. It looked like the gargoyle was spreading his legs for some reason, and Bronze had an inkling why. That didn't matter too much as he spread his wings open and tried to glide over to the gargoyle's ankle. Thankfully it was sitting still now, for the most part, and only rocking to and fro a bit as the claws curled and thrashed into the carpet slightly.
The massive obsidian ankle rose up carelessly as the tiny dragon glided closer and finally landed above the ball of the ankle, gripping into the tough hide. It was like a vertical cliff face with a myriad of cracks, crevices, and niches, which were all quite massive in themselves but provided ample opportunity and shelter for the tiny dragon to start climbing up under the fringe of the gargoyle's trouser leg. Inside there, the landscape of niches and crevices darkened as little light filtered through the web of threads forming the fabric which hung from the gargoyle's leg loosely. It was apparent that he wasn't used to tight fitting clothes so preferred them to be loose. Up under the fabric the tiny dragon climbed, slipping in and out of crevices and noting that the landscape up here was hardly moist at all although a slight presence of the scent of sweat was apparent. Up here was much cleaner than underpaw, as well, with the majority of the detritus being composed of skin flakes and fabric fibers from the trousers. The heat here was quite less than it was lower down, but still prevalent enough that he was constantly reminded how he was crawling up the skin of a living breathing entity and beyond that, his boss.
He could tell that was approaching the knee, and beyond that would be thigh and his target, the groin. The careless gargoyle above him was still seated, probably relaxing, and he would be able to easily get into the groin area and start finally seeing the equipment the beast was packing. Considering his height it would have to be quite sizable. The fabric became rather close quarters up this high and he was forced to wiggle around to the side of the gargoyle's leg where it was looser and push his way across the skin, ducking down under various folds that were present from the bent and bunched fabric. It was a bit like going caving except if he caused too much of a disturbance he might get scratched to death due to being crushed by a massive finger, or claw. So he proceeded with some caution. As he climbed the fabric shifted and he heard the loud report of what he thought was a zipper being moved. The fabric also suddenly became a lot looser than it had been a moment ago. Unfortunately this had the effect of forcing the tiny dragon to hunt through the folds to find the proper pathway for progress and he had to backtrack a few times as he kept running into dead ends.
Finally, he managed to make it to the gargoyle's groin. The musk here was intense like down at the gargoyle's foot, but of a much different and sharper nature. Inhaling deeply, he could pick up plenty of tones from the dominant musk which secreted from the male's groin. He detected a full bodied scent containing touches of not only general musk, but also a body of petrichor to the dominant odor, and hints that made him feel a bit tingly and more eager to touch the male's groin flesh. He pushed forth, pushing aside a fold of the trousers to reveal the gargoyle's scrotum. He stared at the majesty of it. Rising before him was a huge expanse of the twin orbs hidden behind a wall of supple flesh that seemed to shift and move on it's own. As he watched, the flesh itself formed a myriad of caverns and niches, only to shift again and he was able to watch them disappear shortly. After this, more caverns and niches formed again as the flesh seemed to be in a continuous cycle of subtle movement even the gargoyle himself wasn't really aware of, or at least not paying attention to. The subtle shifts of the scrotum drew him in and he moved right up to it, watching the bare flesh undulating as the living thing it was. He reached up a hand and gingerly touched it, with some caution. The flesh was hot, even a bit moist, and as he stroked over it he noticed how it was a touch softer than the rest of the beast's flesh. It was completely intoxicating to the tiny dragon, with all of the details magnified and enhanced thanks to his tiny size. A momentary thought led Bronze to wonder about what his 'partner in crime' Tegon was up to, and he heard his fellow dragon's voice come through the earpiece.
"Hey Bronze, does our big boss have a sheath or a dangly dick?"
Bronze peered up, "Kind of hard to tell around the massive testicles in front of me. But I'll tell you once I get up there."
Tegon pushed his way through the fibers back towards the gargoyle's foot. thankfully it was just resting on the carpet now, although it looked like the gargoyle had put his feet farther apart than they were before. From experience, Tegon thought that perhaps he was getting ready to play with himself. Previous peeks at the Boss's history showed he would usually masturbate after dealing with a stressful situation like the one he just left, so it was likely. Tegon didn't care too terribly much about that as his focus was on those immense black feet that were like gods in themselves. He approached under the upraised heel of the colossal appendage, looking up to see the flesh what must be miles above, relaxed for the moment. There was a distant echo of scraping and creaking as he stared upwards, watching the chair tilting back. Apparently the gargoyle was getting more relaxed, and therefore must still be quite incognizant of the two miniscule intruders into his private office.
Tegon figured the toes would be the best place to start and pushed carpet fibers aside as he weaved around and through between them. After a good hike, he found the clawtips gouging down into the carpet, by practically walking into one. The problem with carpet is it tends to shorten the distance you can see and navigate ahead of you due to the 'forest' effect, and this was the case here. Tegon found the claw as he came around the curve of a fiber and saw the ivory edifice penetrating down, having shoved aside many fibers and bent and folded many more due to it's immense weight and scale. Some fibers had also been bent completely around so their tops were wedged down into the undermat. It was quite apparent that if Tegon's surroundings had been a city or other larger scale environment, it would have been completely obliterated by nothing more than the careless footfall. Without warning the claws suddenly shifted, forcing their way through the fibers, knocking many aside, curling and twisting others. Tegon watched as the whole forest came to life with that movement and many, many, trees were twisting about in a dazzling display of waves of movement in response to the shift. He had to cling to one of the carpet fibers as the claw raked by, threatening to catch him against it. He got a very good look at it as it passed, seeing how it wasn't smooth like he would have expected. On the contrary, it was pitted and nicked heavily with long cracks that ran along it's length and the tip seemed much more blunted than he expected. He didn't get to see much more as it was in motion and that made it hard to observe more details. Fortunately the claw, and the foot it was attached to settled after a few moments and all was still once more. All the carpet fibers that weren't currently caught beneath that monstrous claw sprung back up like magical trees, thanks to their flexibility, and swayed to and fro, coming to a gradual stop. It was almost mesmerizing. But he had more interesting things to focus on, like the giant claw that was curving down into his world.
He approached it. The tip was blunted from this scale. Many would have expected it to be sharp but he could see the details of how the blunted tip was irregularly shaped with nicks and pieces missing off of it not only at the tip but along the sides as well. It was apparent the gargoyle who owned it treated them fairly roughly, and has for countless decades. Tegon leaned off to the side, peering along the side of the claw as it rested there, occasionally twitching and pressing downwards or off to the side briefly. Along the length of it he could see more nicks and bits that had been taken out of it, as well as long canyon like cracks. It was apparent that these details would probably go unnoticed at a larger scale and the claw would likely appear mostly smooth. That was far from the case as Tegon could not only observe the nicks, and niches, but the accumulated dirt and other detritus that had found it's way into them as well. There wasn't too much of it at the moment as the foot had been imprisoned in footwear recently. Regardless, it was easy for him to dig his claws into the hard material, due to all of the micro texturing it bore, and began to climb up the curve of the tip and onto the main body of the claw.
While it was a bit of a climb he found it levelling off soon enough and he had the most delicious view of the claw extending far into the distance, what seemed like a mile or so, to a black edifice which extended even further, and that was only the tip of the toe. He adjusted his equipment and pushed on further, eager to explore all the details of the gargoyle's gargantuan foot. His whole enjoyable journey was entirely in front of him and he knew he would find plenty to enjoy.
He approached the beginning of the claw, observing how it protruded from a rim of obsidian flesh. As the claw ended and sank in, he was able to walk right up to the obsidian rim and observe the very beginnings of the gargoyle leathery skin. At this scale it wasn't exactly leather and more like an etched and cracked surface with the warmth of the gargoyle's body emanating from it, along with a musk in the air from the sweat and buildup that had occurred during it's time in the footwear prison. Laying a hand on the flesh he could feel how hot it was, and a hint of the slickness that was probably coating the flesh further on. His hand came away slightly moist, and he took a moment to lick the moisture off his fingers, tasting the raw masculinity that exudes off the foot he was exploring. He looked up further but the rim of flesh blocked him from seeing much more aside from the trouser leg dangling higher up. He would have to climb up over the rim to see more of the massive appendage. He had no qualms doing that.
But first, he had a good idea where Bronze had gotten himself to and turned on his comm,
"Hey Bronze, does our boss have a sheath or a dangly dick?"
Bronze's voice came back, "Kind of hard to tell around the massive testicles in front of me. But I'll tell you once I get up there."
Seeing as neither of them had been detected yet, Bronze felt like it was assured that they wouldn't be. He felt a bit bolder now, and took a lick of the musky flesh. His tastebuds were immediately nearly overwhelmed with a salty hot flavor that made his head swim. It was similar to the musky scent pervading the area but the direct flavor bore stronger tones. He could still taste tones of petrichor and a touch of stone-like tone underneath the actual musk, but the musky tones were delicious. He found that tingling sensation growing all over him as he licked more boldly and eagerly over the gigantic scrotum flesh. At this proximity he could even hear the balls churning deep within and could feel the pulsing beat of the gargoyle's heart pervading the area. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like it was beating faster than it had been during his ascent.
He reminded himself that he wanted to see the beast's actual cock and pondered an appropriate approach to ascend up to it. The scrotum was right here, but it was shifting around in some kind of slow cycle. Bronze smirked, 'to hell with it', he thought and grabbed on with his claws, starting to pull himself up as the flesh shifted beneath him. He might as well take the fun way on his way up!
Climbing up the massive scrotum, he found himself mildly wishing that the gargoyle had some body hair to help with his ascent, especially here where the flesh was shifting around beneath him and it would help to have some hair to use as anchors. Regardless, he dug his claws in deeply as he climbed, not worried about getting noticed as they hadn't been yet and probably wouldn't be. After several minutes of climbing he found the sheer wall of the testicle rounding into a lesser grade and he was able to see up higher within the pants the gargoyle wore, up to the business part of the beast's groin. It was immediately apparent that the creature had a sheath, as evidenced by the bulge with what appeared to be a large (to him) opening on top. He also realized he could see so well since the zipper was indeed open and light was streaming in from above. Peering upwards further he could see the gargoyle's tight stomach gradually shifting with his breath in a kind of graceful slow motion.
While he admired the view of the gargoyle's sheath he was surprised when a shadow fell across the flesh around him and he looked up to see a huge expanse of fleshlike surface descending down upon him. He wasn't given much chance to react as it landed on top of him with a thump. He was caught underneath the tough surface and he felt the heat rising in the area as the pressure suddenly increased around him, making him gasp a bit. He tried pushing back to manage the pressure and it seemed to work but only for a moment before he couldn't resist anymore and the flesh suddenly enveloped around and muffled him. It stayed this way for some long amount of time, he couldn't guess quite how long, and then the flesh started to slide and shift about, dragging him across both the scrotum and the surface grinding against them. Around him the sound of flesh rubbing on flesh reminded him of the rumbling of earthquakes. He wasn't sure what was going on, but guessed the gargoyle was handling himself in some way. The scent was rising as well as the heat, and he also guessed that the beast was probably getting aroused and either fondling or adjusting himself. It seemed like many minutes of being rolled and squeezed passed during this ordeal and he found himself getting rather aroused himself at being rubbed into the handsome and powerful pair of orbs.
Tegon was also enjoying himself as he climbed up the rim of skin around the protrusion of the gargoyle's toeclaw. The flesh here was surprisingly firm, but with the availability of the niches and cracks he was able to find plenty of grips to pull himself up onto the top of the toe. From here he had a lovely view of the rest of the gargoyle's foot extending into the far distance and disappearing under the cuff of the pants what felt like a few miles away.
The surface was much like a strange obsidian desert with many small canyons, niches, cracks, and similar features. As he made his way across the extensive digit, there was a sudden movement underneath him and he fell to the side as the ground shifted sideways. He the movement continued and he found himself sliding towards the edge rather quickly. He instinctively tried to grab his claws into the ground but had little success finding any real purchase on the rapidly shifting surface until he suddenly dropped downwards. He found himself wedged into one of the many niches of the gargoyle's flesh and grunted as he came to terms with the sudden arrest in his movement. Sighing a bit he stayed still there as the foot moved and shifted, bringing massive G forces onto his tiny personage which forced him to feel a combination of dizziness and faintness as the blood rushed around in his body as a result.
After a few moments of the shifting the foot settled and he waited a bit to make sure it wasn't going to fling him off in some direction then went about dislodging himself from the niche he had gotten stuck in. He found his shoulders were the most wedged, and had to shift his wings about to free them as well. It only took a few moment of shifting, wiggling, and shoving against the flesh around him before his shoulders slid free and he was able to climb out of the trench. Far above, he noticed the light coming from the gargoyle's groin was fluctuating in an unusual way, figuring the gargoyle was probably working on getting some of the relief he had come up here for. Regardless, he was enjoying himself as well. Turning around to look back in that niche he thought he could see a boulder or two of dust and sweat trapped within. Taking a closer look it looked like a combination of dust, flakes of skin, and a thread of fabric. It looked like it was held together by the moisture of the gargoyle's sweat. Being able to observe such tiny details was a thrill for the tiny black and green dragon who resumed his trek of the dominant gargoyle's foot.
It was a decent hike over the toe, and he met one of the toe's knuckles, which looked like a strange set of sand dune like structures with canyons between them. He only discovered this by climbing up the first rise in the flesh to the point he could observe the unusual folded nature of the flesh on the knuckle. Rather than climb down and back up each canyon-like feature, he used his wings to glide across them, as a mild loss of altitude. Each gap he crossed, he would need to climb up the next ridge a short distance to reach the crest and glide to the next one. During his gliding he looked down at the depths of each canyon, noting the presence of small pools of sweat, and various bits of detritus that had gathered there during the day, or since the gargoyle's last shower.
He didn't waste any time making it to the second knuckle and traversing it in a similiar manner. He noticed he was quite close to where the toes met with the rest of the foot, and below, between each set of toes, was a massive toecrotch that probably had a good deal of interesting features to explore.
Before he began, he heard the comm in his ear;
"Hey, Tegon, he's got a big thick sheath, and guess what? he's jacking off."
Bronze couldn't help but murr a bit as the gargoyle ground him into the masculine sack. It went on for quite a awhile as the gargoyle probably rubbed his achy balls while finding something simulating. Incidentally it was also stimulating for the tiny dragon being rubbed into those hefty orbs. Suddenly the surface withdrew and Bronze found himself being suspended by it, watching the balls suddenly drop into the distance below, getting a nice overview of the gargoyle's open pants and the ballsack, along with the plumping sheath. As if that was a cue, the surface descended again, with excess g-force that made his head swim as he saw himself being brought down towards that sheath and immediately ground face-first into it. It was quite erotic, the mixture of scents, flavor, and the fact that the gargoyle was carelessly grinding a passenger into his sexual organ.
Speaking of the actual organ, hidden in the sheath, the rubbing didn't last that long before Bronze was peeled off again and the tip of the gargoyle's powerful cock slid into view. Bronze had been anticipating contact with it since the illicit trip began. As he was slammed down into the supple flesh of the gargoyle's cock, he found himself suddenly dampened with the beast's pure sexual musk. It was incredibly thick, like a syrup, and clung to every surface it was exposed to, mostly all over Bronze's body. He was forced to taste it and his mind became totally overwhelmed with the flavor, it was like some kind of mythical honey from the gods, or pure mana, or something similarly powerful and special. And now that he was coated in it, he basked in the intense syrupy musk of it, driving his mind wild, and giving him one of the biggest arousals he'd ever had in his life. After being rolled about for a bit, and ending up completely covered in that syrupy musk, the fleshy surface retreated, letting him look up to see the gargoyle's palm that had been grinding him into the cockflesh. He realized he was now lying directly on the gargoyle's cock, and he felt a strong throb through the ground beneath him as the gargoyle grew further aroused.
Bronze activated the transmit on his comm,
"Hey, Tegon, He's got a big thick sheath, and guess what? he's jacking off."
He didn't hear a reply so figured Tegon was just as busy as he was. He got up and looked around, turning to see the rest of the flesh he was standing on. It looked like he was on the glans of the gargoyle's cock, and the cumslit would bit a bit of a walk to his right. He glanced upwards as well, seeing the gargoyles edifice of a chest extending up what must be many miles to the familiar shape of the head in the distance, staring off ahead, focused on something. Probably some kind of stimulation the gargoyle was starting to enjoy. As if in answer, the cock beneath him gave a throb once more and he could tell the flesh was still expanding gradually with each massive throb from the gargoyle's heartbeat.
Bronze gripped into the flesh and started climbing while the gargoyle probably browsed through more stimulating material miles and miles above. The flesh of the cock was interesting with a different styling of texture then the rest of the body. miles of acreage were surprisingly smooth with channels separating each section from the next, probably so the skin could expand easily. The ground was ripe with the musk that the gargoyle's cock was exuding during his growing arousal and this made it a bit tougher to trek across the surface than he expected, or was used to. He trudged through as he clambered up towards where the cumslit should be.
Tegon had finally made it to the beginning of the toe and was staring down at the gargoyle's toecrotch down below. From this distance it looked like a very irregular cliff face with various layers stacked ontop of eachother and curving outwards and inwards. He also thought he could see a wide variety of debris and gunk stuck amid those features, but it was hard to tell from this angle and distance. He was thrown off balance by a sudden shift of the foot and found himself falling right into that toecrotch without any warning. The foot continued moving and he found himself bouncing off the side of the other toe and into the tocrotch, bouncing once more. He would have kept bouncing if he didn't end up sticking to some of the moist debris that was trapped in there, becoming part of the moist debris for the time being.
Tegon murred intensely as he observed the massive canyon and the rounded ending of it he was stuck in. All around him were bits of debris, balled up flakes of skin, a thread or two, sweat musk, dried sweat crystals, and other telltales of the gargoyle's time in boots. He saw the other toe flexing and shifting, then felt his own doing the same through sudden g-forces tossing him back and forth as he stayed stuck to the musky and sweaty detritus. He wasn't sure what was going on higher up but figured the gargoyle's feet were flexing subconsciously as he enjoyed himself much farther up.. Tegon played with his own arousal as he lay there trapped in the toecrotch. The musk surrounding him was quite pleasant, contributing to his own pleasure nicely as he started stroking himself while watching the toes periodically flex around him, creating waves of movement which were nice watch. He was also able to observe the dislodging of various bits of stuff from the canyon walls and ending, watching it rain down into the carpet threads far below with the careless activity of the masterful beast.
Tegon finally decided this was a good place to enjoy his boss, right here between his toes. And perhaps he might ride along when the boots were put back on and enjoy the buildup of sweat and heat that would produce, along with captured scents. He murred as he stroked his cock harder, panting as he brought himself closer to the climax he had been resisting up to this point. He growled as he pumped himself faster, dribbling pre in relatively miniscule amounts compared to the sweat and grime, and scale of the gargoyle, around him. He looked up out of the canyon of his little enjoyable spot, up at the towering leg, the trouser covering it, the chair beyond, the mass scale of the creature he was riding, without even being detected...
He tensed, growled, moaned, and climaxed allover himself as he finished his self pleasure,
'nnh, he doesn't even know...' he moaned to himself, coming down from the climax and basking in the afterglow.
Bronze was also quite excited as he had found the cumslit of the massive beast. It was an impossibly huge gouge of a pit with a beautiful rim. Glancing up, miles above, the gargoyle seemed to be transfixed on something in front of him. Bronze had no idea what. It could have been anything from a holographic foot to an actual stripdance ontop of the desk, for all he knew. Regardless, he moved in towards the massive opening, intent on climbing inside. His journey was interrupted as the surroundings were cast in shadow again and he glanced up, gripping tight into the flesh to avoid being tossed off too easily. He watched as the gargoyle's massive obisidan hand slowly glided by and below his vision. Then he felt the cock shift, more than a powerful throb, and guessed that the beast was gripping himself and getting ready for some stroking activity.
Bronze hurried to the rim of the slit, peering down into the depths of the gargoyle's cock, knowing that things were going to get rather busy in a few moments, or possibly even immediately. The head swayed back and forth as the gargoyle settled his grip firmly on himself, and Bronze stumbled around a bit as the flesh shifted beneath him. With that he decided to dive right into the right into the opening, and the tunnel within it. He did so, jumping right over the rim and dropping right into the darkness that was just inside. He was greeted by an intense and unique musk, and an updraft of intense heat from the throbbing length that was surrounding him, and he quickly met the slick wall of the interior of the magnificent tunnel. The strange musk coating it was impossible to get a grip in, however, and he found himself quickly slipping down while things began to shake and shudder in a rhythmic fashion, leading him to believe the gargoyle was starting to masturbate. As he slid down helplessly his surrounds echoed with the throbbing heartbeat and the cyclic stroking from outside. Waves of pressure passed over him again and again with each stroke and he felt the walls getting thicker with the wet musk as he slid down further. He started feeling a wave of panic as he realized that there was a good chance he might get stuck or lost inside the gargoyle's testes. While he'd find that enjoyable it would be nice to get back to the HQ and do some official missions..if he did get caught in the boss's balls, that might have some ramifications.
As he slid in deeper the opening of the cumslit far above shrunk to a tiny pinpoint of light and he found himself awash with musk everywhere like he was practically swimming in it, and this made it a bit difficult to catch a breath periodically as it kept washing over his mouth. Granted the flavor was intensely erotic, fresh precum right inside the gargoyle's throbbing dick that was being actively stroked outside, but breathing was a little more important then that. The stroking outside intensified and the cock was throbbing quickly now as the heartbeat pounded around him intensely. He covered his ears at the intensity of the volume and squinted upwards as he lost sight of the pinpoint light of the cumslit. He couldn't tell how far down he was, or if he was even in the cock anymore. Maybe he had slipped past and down into the vas deferens directly? He couldn't tell anymore and he was trying too hard to keep his head above the fluids to take the time to find out.
As he swam, he felt himself growing tired in the thick fluids, wondering if he would ever make it out. As if to answer that question he heard a powerful throbbing from the blood pumping around him, and then a distant rumbling. He cocked his head as he panted, then heard the rushing sound of thousands of gallons of fluid. Before he could put two and two together he found himself rushing in one of the most g-force intensive movements that he could imagine, straight upwards. He was fighting for consciousness as he barely spotted a pinpoint of light above that quickly spread into a blinding glare as he was suddenly freed from the tunnel with the rush of fluid behind him, like being shot out of a cannon. His eyes had no time to adjust to the sudden brightness and he had no idea what was happening as he tumbled and spun in a glob of fluid he had gotten lodged into.
Suddenly he found himself splatting against a hard surface, forcing the fluid to absorb most of the impact, which caused it to spread and splatter in various directions. He was grateful to have been surrounded in the fluids as he may not have survived the impact on his own. His eyes adjusted and as the liquid rapidly cooled around him, he realized he wasn't in the gargoyle's body anymore, or in it. He looked around to see a near infinite expanse of a black surface. He looked up and spotted the gargoyle's chest and heat, realizing he must be on the boss's desk now. For a minute he thought he was safe for the time being, then noticed the gargoyle was reaching towards the myriad of splatters and globs of his seed that he had just launched onto the desk. Bronze realized he was about to be cleaned up.
Instead of a cloth, or towel, he saw something different. He couldn't quite identify it as this size but quickly found it descending upon him and a massive sucking type action quickly pulled him helplessly into a metallic tube, and from there into a series of slick passages he couldn't grab onto. He found himself deposited into a tiny capsule like space, the entrance of which quickly closed before he could react. As the opening closed, the light also dissipated, leaving him in complete darkness. Feeling around he could feel it was a surprisingly seamless metallic surface. He activated his comm.
"Tegon! I've been sucked up into something! It must be like a cleanup vacuum or something the boss uses to keep his desk clean from his climaxes or something....this room is too small to hold much, though..."
There was no response, just static.
"Tegon? Tegon can you hear me? ....shit."
Tegon got a nice ride as the toes clenched and flexed with what he assumed to be the gargoyle's climax far above. He murred, having a second climax of his own, having had just enough time to recover with all the stimulation urging him into a new sexual peak quickly, especially with all of the clenching and rippling going on in the flesh surrounding him. His afterglow was so strong he didn't notice the foot shifting suddenly and light flooding the area. He looked up just in time to see a strange monolithic object jabbing down into the canyon and felt a sudden sucking motion tugging him off the detritus he was stuck too. He was helplessly pulled into a metallic tube and found himself being pulled through a number of passages that went by too quickly for him to figure out what the heck was going on. After a moment he found himself plonked down into a tiny capsule like space that was just big enough for him, and a few pieces of detritus that had also come along with him. The entrance snapped shut, and he felt around for an exit, but couldn't find any. The space was completely sealed, even to someone at his size. He wondered if Bronze was okay and activated his comm.
"Bronze hey are you okay? I just got sucked into something, did you see anything?"
He waited a moment for a reply, but heard only static.
"Bronze? hey? Bronze? Bronze!"
Tegon blinked as the comms were totally out. He also realized that the rest of his suit had mysteriously lost power as well, and he couldn't even turn on his light sources. What the hell had just happened?