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This story was written for Kemper as Day #1 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Micro, and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Kemper and Kenzie's Micro Monday

All weekend, Kemper and Mackenzie had been dreading Monday. Dreading the day when they'd have to leave one another's arms and head back out into the world to work their jobs and run errands and generally do things that didn't involve just lying in bed together cuddling, talking, and making love at the drop of a hat. Any hat, anywhere across the entire breadth of the world.

Indeed when the time came, when Monday morning rolled around and Mackenzie awoke; stretching and yawning with a contented smile before she remembered what day it was and what that meant, she rolled over only to find that Kemper was no longer lying in bed beside her. At first she assumed that he must have been in the bathroom, or that maybe he'd gotten up to get breakfast. When she looked at her phone on the bedside cabinet however, and saw that his was gone, she whimpered, wondering if he'd already had to rush out to work without even having the chance to give her a goodbye kiss.

Thankfully the collie-wolf hybrid's sorrow lasted only a fraction of a second before it was replaced by pure surprise, and she squealed as a tiny, fluffy shape crawled its way out from under the blankets beside her, yawning, blinking, then eyes bulging as Kemper's tiny body stared up at the colossal woman with whom he was sharing a bed.

It would have been so easy for them to panic. So easy for them to freak out and spend the entire day figuring out how the hell this had happened. How to fix it. How such a thing was possible in a world which, to the best of their knowledge prior to that very moment, didn't possess such things as magic. Instead though, after a few moments of wide-eyed staring at one another, both the canine woman and her sabretoothed cat lover found themselves grinning from ear to ear.

How it had happened didn't matter. Whether it was possible or not was irrelevant. If it was a dream or a hallucination or something entirely different, they simply didn't care. What mattered was that Kemper now had a completely justifiable reason for missing work, and Mackenzie was already having some very, very specific ideas how to keep her tiny, vulnerable lover safe all day long.

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In pitch blackness, Kemper was in heaven.

He wriggled, shuffled his way in the midst of soft fabric warmed by body heat, and bare flesh, hotter than average and damp in its smoothness. He took a deep breath, the sabretoothed feline's tiny cock pulsing, straining as it grazed against the flesh of Mackenzie's labia. His hands explored, and soon they found what they were looking for. A bulging partial sphere of flesh protruding from beneath a delicate hood of extra skin, normally small and even then intensely sensitive, but now as large as a grapefruit against the palms of Kemper's hands. He stroked, he caressed ever so delicately, and felt motion all around himself. From far away he heard a muffled, rumbling groan, and responded to it with a joyous cry of his own.

Underneath a particularly beat up pick-up truck, her furred face smeared with engine grease, Mackenzie stifled another cry with her hand as she felt the tiny form of her lover begin to go to work on her clitoris. It was like no sensation she had ever felt before. The precision with which his hands could move allowed Kemper to stimulate and focus on individual regions that she hadn't been aware her clit possessed. Until today it had just been her clit, a source of immense pleasure to the collie but one which she understood as a singular portion of her sexual anatomy that could either be stimulated, or not stimulated. Now though she knew better. Kemper was teaching her better first-hand, and as she felt his absolutely miniscule but still warm, wet, rough tongue join his fingertips in exploring her clit in that new manner, the dog's toes splayed out and flexed to such a degree that she hoped no-one walked past the garage's frontage if that moment, lest they spot the obviousness of her toe-curling pleasure.

"Ohhgod..."

Peering up through glassy eyes at the bottom of the truck, illuminated by an LED lamp she'd brought underneath it with her, Mackenzie reminded herself that she had work to do. She had to attach a new exhaust to the truck by the end of work today, and given the amount of rust she'd discovered in the current exhaust's fittings, that her job had just become considerably harder even before she took into account how much her hands were shaking and how easily her full attention was drifting back to Kemper's now combined manual and oral assault on her clitoris. Squeezing her legs together, not worried about hurting Kemper only because he was too small to possibly get trapped between her limbs in that way, Mackenzie bit down on her bottom lip as another lustful whine escaped her. Her tail brushed the concrete floor back and forth beneath the padded leather trolley on which she was lying, and with a final whimper the dog surrendered to her lust.

"I'll start soon... just... a-after..."

She gasped to herself as she closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and gave herself over entirely to the pleasure washing through her. She stopped thinking about the car, about work, about anything but the tiny, impossible man tucked in her underwear and wriggling, rubbing, licking at her sweetest of sweet spots. Just seconds later a deep, guttural grunt escaped the collie, and her hips arched up off the wheeled tray beneath herself, heels digging into the floor beneath the car as several hot jets of her arousal sprayed the crotch of her panties and stole her breath away before she could let loose a single scream.

Convulsing, shuddering, muzzle wide open and eyes fluttering, Mackenzie felt her orgasm being drawn out to wild extremes, longer and harder still as Kemper remained tucked between her outer lips, stroking, licking, working at her clit like it was his whole world. She could only be thankful that her heavy duty coveralls were so covered in grease, oil and paint stains from over the years that it was almost impossible for anyone to notice which stains were old and new. After all, even in the midst of her orgasm she could feel her wetness soaking into the fabric beyond her panties. For almost thirty solid seconds she climaxed. For half a minute she squirted and spasmed without pause until finally Kemper began to relent, and Mackenzie's body sagged down upon her wheeled trolley in pure, panting relief.

That relief lasted about fifteen seconds before Mackenzie felt Kemper begin to wriggle and move against her sensitive pussy. She felt him probing further between her lips, towards the source of all that liquid, all that pleasure that had just surged forth from her.

"Oh god, Kemper... I'm... I'm not gonna get any work done today, am I?"

Mackenzie whimpered under her breath as she realised what the sabretoothed male was in the process of doing. She made no move to stop him though, instead rolling herself out from under the truck and dragging herself to her feet, glancing around to ensure that she was alone before stumbling hurriedly towards the break room before Kemper could get where he was so clearly trying to go.

"Ohhh..."

Face flushed, hands trembling and thighs squeezing together once more, Mackenzie gurgled as she sank onto the couch in the break room, the door firmly closed behind her. In that same moment she could feel Kemper crawling inside her. Wriggling and shuffling his way not just between her outer lips any longer, but into the hot, slick, clutching passage of her pussy's inner workings. With a mixture of hope and nervous dread she felt him shifting and shuffling further in, feeling his hands, then his velvety paw-pads too against her inner flesh alongside the gossamer soft fur that covered the sabretooth's body. He was getting ever closer to a certain point. To her g-spot, and if he reached it, if he found it and purposefully began to attack it, Mackenzie knew that nothing would stop her from screaming and howling to the heavens. It didn't matter if a client walked in and opened the break room door to try and find her. It wouldn't matter if the whole world began to end around her, if Kemper sought out and began to rub her g-spot with the entirety of his tiny little...

Mackenzie's eyes bulged.

Her head snapped back against the rear of the couch.

Her muzzle fell slack, and both hands slapped themselves across it in an effort to seal it shut again as a keening, ear-splitting yelp escaped the dog.

Inside Mackenzie, Kemper's fingers found the slightly rougher textured flesh that he was used to feeling on a much more limited scale against his cock or the surface of a couple of fingers. He shuffled forward, braced against the clutching walls of Mackenzie's depths with her scent all around him, her internal lubrication soaking into his fur until he was drenched in her intimate aroma. Only when his whole body was in direct contact with her g-spot did he stop pushing forward, and even then he only stopped moving so that he could begin to pleasure her, and himself, more directly. Kemper pushed his body forward, and began to grind his rigid cock against Mackenzie's g-spot. Not just its tip. Not just a fraction of its length sliding back and forth over the sweet spot, but the entirety of his uniquely formed, canid-style, knotted erection.

After feeling her cum, after being drenched in her juices and hearing her pleasure echo down through her clothes and into his ears, Kemper knew he wasn't going to last long. That was okay though, because as soon as he began to grind himself against Mackenzie's g-spot, the high pitched squeal he heard reverberating through the flesh all around him made it abundantly clear that she wasn't either. He grinned, moaned, and humped mindlessly forward against those super-sensitive inner walls. He rubbed at them with his fingers. He craned his neck forward and nuzzled them, kissing Mackenzie's g-spot as though he wished to make out with it. All around him felt began to tremble and squeeze and clutch violently. His own cock pulsed as it bucked urgently against the collie's innermost reaches. Kemper didn't know how long this miracle could last, how long he would get to spend being with Mackenzie this way, pleasuring her and exploring her and loving her comparably giant body with his own tiny one. No matter how long he had though, be it an hour more, the rest of the day or the rest of his life, Kemper was determined to make the very most of every second of it.

Not just for himself. Not just because it felt so, so good to be so close to her. But rather, for her. For Mackenzie herself, who deserved all the pleasure in the world, and then a galaxy's worth more on top of it.

"Kemper!!"

The collie shrieked as she felt the tiniest twitching and pulsing against her innermost reaches, and several tiny droplets of hot dampness that weren't her own spilling out against her hyper-sensitive g-spot.

"Kemper, yes!"

She tumbled onto her back upon the couch, clasping both hands around her crotch protectively as she began to cum again, as her juices gushed through her underwear, through her coveralls and onto her trembling, twitching fingers.

"Yes! Yes!!"

She shrieked with pleasure, but also laughter; pure elation as she felt the torrent of her juices capture the tiny sabretooth in its flow and wash his still twitching, cumming body back out into the interior of her sodden panties.

"Mnnhhahh, ahhh K-Kemper! Yessssss!"

*********

"...a-and then, I crawl out of your panties. I drag myself up your body, over the mountains of your breasts and out the neck of your coveralls, then wrap my soaking wet arms around your muzzle as best I can. I kiss you. I tell you I love you. And, I mean it. Big or small, no matter what, I love you so much, Kenzie... and I love making you cum."

Lying half side by side and half tangled up in one another's arms, Kemper and Mackenzie panted heavily as their hands lingered near their naked loins, Kemper's belly streaked with cum and the collie's hand and thighs matted with her own wetness. Giggling, Mackenzie turned her head and bumped her nose against Kemper's own.

"That was... w-wow. You've... I never, ever would have thought about that. But, god... now I just wish..."

Her voice trailed off, and the collie giggled as her cheeks flushed scarlet. Both she and Kemper glanced over at the bedroom window, where the sun was just setting on Friday evening. Their eyes turned back to one another, and they trembled in mutual anticipation at the thought of a whole weekend ahead of them, spent together and if at all possible, as constantly naked as possible.

"Wish?"

Kemper growled tenderly as he pecked Mackenzie on the lips in return. Her eyes widened a little with curiosity, and he grinned toothily at the beautiful collie.

"Oh, Kenzie. This wasn't just some fantasy. You just wait until Monday morning. Wait until you wake up and find me wriggling in between your legs. I'll make it come true in every way I can. In fact..."

His eyes sparkled, and his hand released his recently spent but still rigid erection, sliding over towards the collie's own damp nether regions.

"...why don't I tell you some more stories about everything tiny Kemper is definitely going to do to you when Monday comes around? Maybe, hmmm... yeah. Maybe I'll tell you about what happens when you're trying to talk to a customer at your desk, and I'm so busy gently, oh so delicately kissing your clit over and over again, I don't even notice."

The collie's cheeks burned hotter. She whimpered, giggled, and nodded as she closed her eyes. They had a whole weekend together ahead of them, but even now with all that time still to come it didn't seem like enough. So, if Kemper could promise her a future where that weekend wouldn't end, where miracles would happen and let them play and make love together in more and more new, incredible ways? She listened eagerly to every word he had to say, and moaned breathily as her imagination and his fingers between her legs made every second of it feel oh so real.

By Jeeves

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