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"I dunno...I...I really don't think it's gonna fit, Zech."

It was easy to keep a tail up and out of the way for sexual activity when it had a natural curl, and Exile was always happy with just how useful his proved to be in the bedroom. His cheeks were easy to spread, and his tail stayed far out of the way so that a paw was always free to roam across the taut, toned surface of his rear end.

The warm, tight berth of his pucker was readily exposed for Zechariah, who gave it a long, drawn gaze of appreciation, not worried about just how bashful the huscoon on the other end might be. Dark eyes of stern, controlling brown looked down upon Exile with appreciation, as the hybrid was easy enough to pick up from the bar, but even easier was the process of getting him undressed, and now, Zech was just a few drops of lube short from gripping the base of his long, thick cock and jabbing it into Exile's waiting ass.

"You think I'm gonna take you dry or something?" Zech asked, raising a brow behind Exile and shooting daggers at the hybrid the moment he looked back over his shoulder. A coyowolf who was every bit as domineering in the bedroom as Exile would have liked, Zech didn't give the hybrid an option about his fate, now that he was relegated to it. Even just letting the bright, vein-riddled flesh of his canine member sit on the curve of Exile's cheeks was enough to remind the hybrid of his place, and with each tiny, heated spurt of precum into his fur, Exile shuddered with delight for what was still to come.

The idea of going in without lubrication wasn't that enticing, of course, but Exile could already feel cold, yet plentiful lubricant spilling from a bottle and pooling in the squeezing pucker of his asshole. "N-n-no, I know you w-wouldn't!" he replied, shivering with the chill of the sensual liquid, and the delightful tickle it supplied as excess dripped down through the back of his thighs and trickled over the bottom of his sack.

"Good. I'd keep any unkind words to myself, if I were you," Zech warned his submissive partner. A punishment would have been just what Exile wanted, so Zech took the higher route, knowing that there was a greater mental anguish to never feeling the slap of an open palm against his ass cheeks, or the tight, forceful tug of pawtips against the scruff upon his neck. Instead, he only felt the less painful, but equally satisfying sensation of a pawtip dipping right into the mess of lubrication and pushing it forth, forcing the slippery fluids to gather inside of Exile's passage. A hooked digit spread as much of the liquid around that he could, and Exile tried not to be too obvious about his squirming as Zech fingered him, rather gently to start.

Rolling his eyes back in delight and gripping the plain, white sheets upon the bed in clenching palms, Exile bit down on his lower lip for good measure and tried not to cry out with delight, but he utterly failed as he felt a second pawtip joining the first with a sharp, powerful thrust. "Nnnff...f-fuck! Y-you're being so fuckin' rough!"

Snickering quietly, undeterred by Exile's praises, Zech lifted the bottle of lube once more and used his pawtips to pry the hybrid's backdoor open as wide as he could. More of the slick, clear liquid was poured right into the source, and as Exile trembled, Zech drew the bottle back toward his own flesh, making sure that his cock was coated with a healthy amount of the same. "I don't hear you complaining," Zech replied calmly, allowing an unnecessary amount of lubrication to spill from the bottle, just so that excess could soak into Exile's fur and leave him chilled all the way down to his footpaws.

There was almost enough of the mess to achieve that goal, but it turned out that there would be plenty, as Zech felt a tight grip around his pawtips. Furrowing his brow and readying his paw, he prepared to strike the huscoon for getting too excited too quickly, but he was shocked when, after about ten seconds of constant, full-force clenching, Exile didn't seem exhausted in the least.

"Exile, are you...are you clenching down on me?"

"N-no," Exile replied through gritted fangs, as pleasure ran up the base of his spine from being so entirely stuffed with slick, eager paws. "Did y-you add a third finger?"

Looking troubled, Zech slowly pulled a digit back and out of Exile's ass, but instead of seeing the gape that he expected, he watched as Exile bucked his hips back toward an open palm, and under the curl of his hybrid tail, his tailhole continued to shrink back down to size.

It wasn't until Zech noticed that Exile's backside looked a little bit smaller that he was starting to put the pieces together, and with a pair of startled eyes, he gazed at the label on the bottle of lube.

"Where did you get this stuff?" Zech asked, as he pulled his paw all the way back, much to Exile's dismay. "I...I don't think it's safe to use."

Letting his inner power bottom shine through, Exile looked back at the coyowolf with a huff, ignorant of the slow change across his body. "You used damn near half the bottle, so I'm sure it's fine, if you'd just stick your paws back in there already!"

"Yeah...that might have been a bad thing," Zech tried to explain, as he set the bottle aside. Curious of how Exile's physicality might have changed, he tried to stuff just a single pawtip into Exile's ass, and though the hybrid squirmed with untold delight under the pressure, no matter how Zech tried, he couldn't get the digit to fit. Exile was still shrinking, and the process was speeding up, as the hybrid was taking up less and less of the bed by the minute. "Don't you feel that? I can't even get a single finger in there!"

Snickering and feeling full of himself, Exile smirked and rolled his eyes. "Well, I am awfully tight back there."

"No, you're small."

"Same thing."

Letting out a huff and laying a smack upon Exile's backside that covered the entirety of it, instead of just one cheek, Zech launched the hybrid forward with the force of his blow, and as Exile cried out in pain, he tried to reach back and cover his rump, only to have to put a paw out to stop his muzzle from hitting the wall.

"Ahhhn! Damn...th-that...that was a little rough, don't you think?" Exile asked through whimpers of pain, shocked at how far he'd been launched. He was nearly buried in the sheets, and no matter how he tried to get up on all fours, it didn't seem to make a difference. Everything was in perfect proportion, but his body was still shrinking down, and finally, he was able to grasp just how serious it was. He wasn't much larger than the pillows at the end of the bed, and his thoughtful, curious pools of blue went wide in shock as he turned back, only to see Zech looming over him in every sense of the word.

Arms crossed over his chest, Zech frowned and watched as Exile continued to shrink. Thrown into a panic, the hybrid scrambled onto his backside and watched his footpaws in disbelief, but with each second that passed, they took up less and less of the bed, until they were comically small, just like the rest of his body. "Well, this sucks," Zech groaned, as he looked down over a continually shrinking huscoon, one who was just barely larger than the thick, still-pulsing cock that jutted out with need from Zech's crotch. "I was really looking forward to spearing you on my cock...what the hell am I gonna do with you now?"

While the idea of being treated like a sexual object appealed to Exile in ways that he couldn't properly admit in the midst of a panic, the practice didn't seem like such a good idea, and even with a plentiful amount of lube still covering the lower half of his body, the hybrid wasn't sure how Zech could still be thinking of sex.

"Don't you think we should be figuring out how to cure this?!" he exclaimed, though his yell was little more than a speaking voice to Zech, thanks to a tiny set of lungs. "I need some help, here!"

Zech nodded in agreement. "You sure do," he replied, his voice a river of calm in what was otherwise a valley of panic. "You're addressing me with no respect, and as far as I'm concerned, you're still my little bitch...you're just a lot smaller, now."

Gulping quietly, Exile looked down at his lap again and poked his index fingers together, doing his best to look innocent in his tiny form. "W-well, I figured that this was a little outside of the norm, so I didn't think-

"No, you didn't think at all," Zech cut in, as he waited for Exile to finish shrinking. The process was slowing to a crawl, and thanks to the excess that fell upon his bed, there was enough that Exile's body could easily be coated from head to toe in the mess, if Zech were so inclined to force it on him. "You were being a selfish little bitch, without giving a single thought to the needs of your partner!"

Ears went flat as Exile realized that there was some truth to the words, but further, he knew that logic wasn't a part of the equation anymore. Zech was determined to punish the miniature huscoon, and with his legs soaked with a slippery liquid, there was no way he could make a run for it; even if he could, he wouldn't be able to outrun someone who was that much larger than him.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Zech."

"Your words are meaningless...and a little bit hard to hear, actually," Zech admitted, as he leaned over the bed. Exile immediately cowered and tried to lean back, but it was no use, as the coyowolf wrapped a lubricant soaked paw around the tiny hybrid and snickered at him. The warmth of the breath leaking from his muzzle left Exile's face soaked with steamy moisture, and he winced his eyes shut tightly as he feared the worst, thinking that Zech might be turning him into a morsel, instead of a mate.

His fate wasn't quite so bad, but it wasn't too much better, either.

"I'm still stiff as a board, and you've been the one having all the fun, so far. I think it's about time we put that lubricated little body to work and gave your master his due...wouldn't you agree?" Zech asked, mindful that his voice would deafening to such small ears.

Those same ears were folded back submissively as Exile tried to look cute and appeal to sympathy, but there was none to be found. Timidly, he nodded, though his response and his willingness was both moot points.

A rush of air flew past Exile's face, and he felt as though he were going over and down the first, massive hill of a roller coaster. Wind rushed through his eyes and forced them open, only to see his destination below, glowing a satisfying shade of red and looking positively appetizing, even if Exile couldn't possibly fit his maw around it, anymore.

Schplick! A body soaked with lubrication landed forcefully on the stiff, throbbing length, and almost knocked the wind right out of Exile's lungs. He gasped with shock as he landed, worried that he might fall even further, but he wasn't given time to be fearful; Zech was already wrapping the arms of the tiny being around the underside of his cock and locking him in, as a massive palm stayed flat against Exile's back, pinning him in place. It was a simple, yet impressively effective form of bondage for the micro-sized hybrid, and with a devious grin, Zech set him in motion with a long, slow stroke.

A variety of different sensations ran through the coyowolf, as he felt the smooth, slick texture of fur sliding along the top of his length, and a slightly rougher feel of tiny, lubricated paws on the underside of his shaft. Exile's own cock stood stiff and at attention, but it was pinned to his stomach from his position, acting more as a device for Zech's pleasure than his own.

"Y-you sure make an interesting little cock sleeve," Zech admitted through a quiet gasp, as he rapidly pushed Exile back to the top of his tapered, canine length. "But you come with a few extra features, right? I know it's tiny, but you've still got a tongue...better put it to work, or I'll stick you somewhere a lot worse."

Exile didn't need any further warning. Gulping back his instant fear and getting a hold of himself, he opened his muzzle as wide as he could and slurped his tongue across the very tip of Zech's manhood, and thanks to his tiny size, he was able to just barely insert the slippery, wet muscle into Zech's urethra, tasting the coyowolf in a way that he never would have been able to at his full size. Tones of salt and earth ran across Exile's taste buds as he slipped his tongue free and kept it out, knowing that Zech would want exactly that.

Satisfied with the treatment, Zech grinned and drew Exile back down again, making sure that his arms never budged loose, and that his tongue was out on every pass. The pace was slow, but perfectly effective, as Zech paused at the top of every stroke so that Exile could taste his tip, and after just a few motions, the micro hybrid could tasty the familiar, salty-sweet flavors of precum in his muzzle. There was already plenty to go around, but in his tiny form, Exile could barely keep up with the flow of the stuff, as it began to trickle down the underside of Zech's cock, right into Exile's paws.

"Keep...k-keep holding on," Zech ordered, knowing that Exile would obey, be it from his submissive nature, or his own sense of self-preservation. "I'm gonna cum soon...and w-when I do, you're gonna drink it s-straight from the tap, you little bitch."

No matter how his voice wavered with pleasure, Zech kept a sincerely dominant tone, and Exile's ears stayed flat with submission as he was thoroughly used. He could feel a small pleasure building in his own member as it was forced to glide along the lubricated length below, but he actually derived more pleasure from the way that he was treated like a living, breathing sex toy, and in effect, that's what he was, and a damn good one, at that.

After all, Exile couldn't think of any sex toys that helped to clean up and dispose of the mess, when all was said and done.

Powerful, deep throbs rattled through Zech's cock, and Exile gripped the canine length even tighter as Zech moved him along. "F-fuck...gonna cum...I'm... I'm cumming!" Zech shouted out as he threw his head back, fighting the urge to howl with delight as the first long, thin rope of his cum burst from the tip of his cock. Exile was forced to the top just in time to catch the creamy treat with his face, and he only just barely closed his eyes in time to avoid sincerely wasting it. A tiny, wide open muzzle was immediately painted white and filled with seed, but ever the obedient little hybrid, Exile swallowed immediately and worked his arms over the tip of the length, trying to milk the larger hybrid for every drop that he could manage, even at the risk of drowning himself.

Semen poured back down over the length of Zech's own shaft as Exile helplessly struggled against the flood, and no matter how often he gulped, more of the same mess covered his muzzle and face, leaving the patches of brown and his mask painted white for the moment as Zech humped at the air, his body acting of purely instinctive accord. Holding on for the ride and getting coated in the mess, Exile finally lost his grip and fell down to the soft, cushy bed below, but there was no safety to be had; thick, healthy streams of ejaculate spilled down as Zech rode out of his orgasm, leaving Exile's tummy and legs thick with the same, creamy mess as his throat.

His tummy nearly bulged with what he was able to swallow, and finally, as it passed, Exile panted upon the bed, hoping that the larger creature might have mercy on him, for his efforts.

"Ah...ha... whew! Hell of a job there, Exile," Zech offered a rare compliment through a series of panting breaths. "But you sure did make an awful mess of my bed...and my cock...and yourself, for that matter."

Flattening his ears just slightly, Exile looked up and saw a terrible grin upon Zech's muzzle, and didn't even have to guess at what was coming next.

"That's okay. I suppose I can shower off the mess...but...I need a new loofah. Think you're up for the task?"

Staying silent, Exile felt a paw clutch around his middle, and started holding his breath for the inevitable shower. It seemed he was going to a lot of things, that evening.