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The Island of Freedom and Submission

Part 11

For angelus288

By Draconicon

After the shower, they settled down for a nap. The hottest part of the day was still the hottest part of the day, with or without the climate control settings in the house, and he was pretty sure that Cora liked to nap because she was a feline. Anthromorph or not, that part of her animal heritage seemed to breed true, even if she did have more control over that than a feral cat would.

So, she napped. She laid on her stomach, her feet upturned for his bed, and he laid down with his head on her heels and his feet dangling down towards the slow roll of her arch. He stared up at the ceiling, shaking his head as he remembered their talk under the flowing water.

She really can't forget that I'm human, huh?

Derek knew that was going to be a problem, but never knew that it would be a problem for that reason. They were equal now, as far as he was concerned. He had shattered Jade's conditioning with her help, and he'd done what he could to make sure that she felt that she had power here, that she could be whatever she wanted to be here on Silan Island. Cora had taken power right after arriving, as far as he was concerned, and had even overstepped that boundary multiple times without being punished.

Did she really need more than that? Was it really not enough to be shown that he trusted her again and again?

He sighed. Maybe it was something wrong with him that he couldn't get it. Or maybe there was something to the system of slavery that kept him from fully understanding it. There had to be something that he could do to show that he really would be okay with her being...whatever she wanted to be.

But she'd made it clear that, for now, there was no way for her to forget that he was human, and that he had power over them. It might just be from the way that they were trained, even without conditioning, but they had fear. There was lust, even affection in some cases, but there was always that fear just under it, fear of what he might do.

He had never, ever felt something like that before. Even with his uncle, even when they were at their worst against one another, he'd never actually feared what the old man would do. He'd gotten annoyed, concerned, even a little anxious, but he'd never outright feared it. There was a rule there, an unspoken law of what family should do to each other, and his uncle had never crossed that line.

Derek realized that there was a lot that he didn't entirely get when it came to the slaves, both those on his estate and those that lived in the world at large. It was something that he'd have to learn if he wanted to make things better.

He rolled onto his side, grinding his cheek a bit against the snow leopard's heel. She shifted slightly in her sleep, her toes curling, her sole wrinkling in response. It lifted his legs up a little bit in the process, then pulled him down a little so that he was cushioned and kept in the arch of her foot. Her other sole pressed against his side, giving him a fleshy hammock of sorts to lie in.

Despite himself, he smiled at his current arrangements. They were more comfortable than he had expected, and probably a little more intimate than he deserved, considering the way that they were still slightly at odds. He had a small erection despite himself, something that had been lingering ever since the first climax between the lioness and the snow leopard, and that was still twitching ever so slightly as he laid against her soles. He imagined that it would stay up until he either took care of it or had it scared off him.

He was just about to start doing that when he saw something moving at the edge of the bed. Derek paused, slowly lifting his head, and his eyes went wide at the sight of a large spider crawling up from the corner of the bedsheets.

Oh dear...oh dear...

Normally, a spider wouldn't bother him. No fears or phobias of the little things normally affected him, but that was when he was the big guy and the spider was just a little dot scurrying along the floor. Right at that moment, the spider was the size of a large dog compared to him, and it was one of those that had fangs that could really, really hurt him.

Oh dear.

And as it scurried across the sheets, it had obviously seen him. Eight jet black eyes were fixed right on his position, and the arachnid moved quickly, long legs moving in impossible motions as they wove in and out of each other. The spider climbed over Cora's toes and began the ascent towards him.

"Cora...Cora!"

She didn't immediately wake. She groaned, instead, turning her head slightly to the side on her pillow. The spider climbed higher, raising its front pair of legs in an aggressive posture.

Derek jumped, falling to the sheets and rolling. The spider paused, looking after him as he ran for the posts at the bottom of the bed. He had barely reached the wooden pole when the spider set off after him, those eight legs scuttling back and forth.

"Cora! Wake up!"

He climbed, his fingers finding little scratches and other handholds to drag himself up, pulling himself higher and higher, but the spider was faster. It had already reached the base of the little wooden post, and it was climbing up after him, finding places to grip that he didn't have the strength to use.

"Cora!"

It was right behind him, one leg reaching out to grab him. He opened his mouth to scream again -

Squish.

And then, there was the snow leopard's claws, one toe claw pinning the spider in place and stabbing straight through its center. He panted hard as he watched it die, oozing its body juices and organs through the claw hole, and he fought the urge to throw up a little bit.

Cora looked past her toe, and then at her claw, and then at him again. She had a slight expression of concern on her face, shaking her head.

"I should have thought of that, Derek. Sorry; I didn't think there'd be something like that scurrying around."

"Me neither...that was close..."

"Very. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

His heart slowly stopped trying to crash through his ribs as he slid down the pile again, avoiding the spider stain on the wood. Cora picked him up and laid on her back, allowing him to settle on her breasts.

"Better there?" she asked.

"I preferred your feet, but...that might be a little dangerous right now."

"Probably. Until we can lay down some pesticides, at least."

"You don't mind?"

"As long as you don't keep me up by playing with my nipples."

"Deal."

They laid down again, and this time, he managed to sleep. It took a little while, and it was quite hot between her breasts, but he managed it.

The rest of their nap moved on without incident, and they woke to the sound of other anthromorphs bustling around in the hall just outside the bedroom. It took Derek a minute to realize just what they were doing, but when it hit him, it hit him hard enough to leave him blushing.

Jade must have spread what happened, he thought. They want to take a turn with me so tiny...

The very idea was enough to leave him a little bit excited. He knew that it wasn't very professional to be that turned on at the idea of being under the feet of his 'servants', but there was something really, really hot about submitting to the women in his life right now. He didn't know why it hit him so hard, or why he had such a fetish for being dominated by their bare feet, but he knew that he needed it right then.

With Cora still dazed and sleepy, the snow leopard taking time to come out of her nap, he slowly walked down her body. He side-stepped her pussy, then slid down her thigh. The blankets ran down the bed, hanging down the edge to the floor, and he climbed down them to the ground. He hit the boards with a small thump, and then walked to the closed door.

Despite the futuristic house, there were still gaps between the edges of the door and the frame, and he used them to squeeze through. He was small, after all, and the doors were kept with those gaps to allow for easier ventilation. He managed to poke his head out from under the door, and looked up.

He found himself staring at the mink, Traci, the new tigress Iris, and the rabbit, Alexa. They were all, of course, barefoot - something that he had begun to realize was just the natural state of things for anthromorphs - and they hadn't noticed him just yet. They were barely dressed, though, as if they had altered the nanites to dress them in swim-wear rather than actual clothing, only just covering their breasts and their privates.

"You think that Jade was telling us the truth?" Traci asked.

"I think she has to be. That woman is bound to that sort of honesty," Alexa said. "Honey, if she's right..."

"Oh, I hope she is. I've never seen a tiny human. He was cute all tall and everything, but I bet he's even cuter now that he's all small," Iris said, all but bouncing in place.

They all like to put me in my place, that's for sure, he thought. If I was anyone else, I'd be scared.

Instead, he was more than slightly turned on, and he was already wondering just how it would feel to be played with among these three. He knew that Traci was a Deviant, and that Alexa wasn't. He didn't know much about Iris, but he imagined that she wasn't one. She was too upbeat, too peppy to be one of those that were not conditioned for this sort of thing. It wasn't an overcompensation thing, either; she just was that bubbly and eager.

He was still trying to think about how to get into this when Alexa finally looked down at him. The rabbit chuckled.

"Oh, hello, what have we here?"

And just like that, he was grabbed by the back of his neck like some missing kitten, dragged out from under the door and suspended in mid-air by the rabbit. He blushed as he hung from between her fingers, trying not to be too embarrassed at being so tiny, and naked, to boot.

"Um...hi."

Even as he hung there, he could see something in Alexa's and Iris's eyes. They stared at him, and despite the rabbit's gentle smile and the tigress's eager grin, there was something else, something that seemed to be changing in them.

Something being unlocked.

Something being tweaked.

Something being -

"Mmmm...he looks like he'd be fun to chase," Iris whispered.

And there it was. The tigress had just clicked out of her own conditioning, losing the fact that he was human due to the mismatch in the conditioning and his new size. She reached for him, only for Traci to grab him from Alexa's grip. The rabbit took a moment, blinking a few times, then held her hand out again.

"Please give him back, dear."

"In a minute," Traci said. "You're going to want that."

"What do you mean?"

"You're, uh, you're not quite the same anymore."

"You saw it, too?" Derek asked.

"Uh-huh," the mink said with a nod. "They're not the same as they were."

At least it wasn't just him noticing. It was probably more obvious to a Deviant, too, considering that they had to be on the watch for those that were like them and know how to hide their own different ways of thinking. She'd have some experience in seeing others that were like her.

Iris still seemed rather confused and bubbly, but Alexa was starting to put it together. He could see it in her changing expression. She looked down at him, and her eyes slowly went wider, wider, and wider still, until she finally seemed to get it.

"Oh...my...god..."

"Sorry," Derek muttered. "It was how we fixed Jade, and...well, I guess you guys are just as vulnerable."

"What are you talking about? Can I hold him? He looks so cute. I just wanna pet him and hold him and -"

"Quiet, hun," Alexa muttered, pressing a hand to her head. "Oh, my...oh, wow..."

"It's a big difference, isn't it?" Traci said.

"Yes, very big...wow."

"Do you need a minute?"

"If you don't mind. Just...let's go down to the kitchen, hmm?"

"That's a good idea. I'll fix us up some snacks."

"And I'll get Derek!" Iris gasped as she covered her mouth. "Oh gods, why did I say that? I should have said - oh. Oh. Oh! That's what happened! We're all - mmmph!"

The other two dogpiled her, covering her mouth with their free hands, and for a split second, Derek was smashed between three females, ground between their breasts, held pinned between the soft boob flesh.

Then the moment passed, and he was able to sag back down. Traci carried him along, while Alexa kept a hand over the tigress's mouth. They knew that it was safe in most of the house, but even so, it was better not to make it completely obvious what they were doing between the different anthromorphs just yet. And Iris wasn't a stupid feline; she was just over-eager, someone that had been too bubbly and happy for her own good. She'd learn, he hoped. He hoped.

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Down in the kitchen, he was given a spot right on Alexa's toes, perching on them as the rabbit kept her feet on the table. She chuckled a bit as she twiddled them, bouncing him along and occasionally sliding him between them.

"Sorry. I don't usually have such bad manners as to put my feet up, hun, but unless you want to keep sliding between my breasts..."

"Tempting, but I'll pass."

"I know you like my feet better, anyway."

"Do you have to keep reminding me?"

"Derek the foot-lover."

"Mmmph..."

She chuckled, twiddling her toes again. Every time she did that, he slid back and forth, bounced side to side along the digits until he was resting between them again. He had to straddle them with one leg pressed against the top of her foot, one leg against her sole, and his arms around whatever toe was in front of him. Not the most comfortable place in the world, but definitely better than some of the other positions he might have been in.

Iris kept staring at him, pouting like some teenage girl denied a toy, while Traci worked on frying up a few eggs. The mink swayed her hips from side to side as she cooked, humming to herself as she did.

"When do I get to play with him?" the tigress asked. "I mean...I'll be gentle. I promise."

"In a bit, dear, when we're all done talking."

"Mmmmmph. But I want to see what a human's like noooooow."

"He's going to be a foot boy, dear. Do you even like that?"

"I don't know. But I wanna try it."

"Heheh, just be patient, Iris," Alexa said. "He'll be there soon enough. He won't be able to resist you."

"I could...if I tried," Derek muttered.

"You sound almost as silly as she does, little 'Master'," she teased. "And besides, don't you want to stay on my lovely rabbit feet? Wouldn't you prefer to let them bounce you around, show you where you belong?"

"...I swear, you just got that much more dominant."

"You gave me the means to do it, Derek."

"..."

"And I think I'll keep it. I think I can tease and play much better like this than I could as a little conditioned girl."

"You were never a little girl like that," Traci pointed out, chuckling as she started shoveling the eggs onto plates and a little dish for Derek. "You were always the teasing sort of seductress."

"Oh, I suppose I was. Even so. It's nice to have the freedom to do what I want."

It was good to hear that they were enjoying themselves, at the very least. Even if it was a little awkward hanging off a toe to hear it. He blushed as he felt her wiggling her big toe, knowing that she was doing it just to tease his erection rising up in the process.

Then Traci brought the food over, placing it before them all. The various anthromorphs tucked in, and he nibbled at the larger pieces of eggs. He had to use his hands to hold it, and thankfully, it was more than cooled enough to handle. Still, he took his time to eat it. The clumsy way of getting it into his mouth was definitely something that slowed him down, and made it so that the others finished their food before he did his.

"So, Derek - I can't believe I'm saying that, hun. You're alright with this?" Alexa asked.

"I'd say so. Cora might have come up with the idea, but it's for my plan."

"I guess that's fair." The rabbit chuckled. "I should have guessed that she'd be the one behind this. Always the independent thinker, that one."

"And you? Are you alright with...all this?"

"You mean not being forced to be obedient?"

"...Yeah, that."

"I'm more than good with that, hun. I prefer it."

"I never noticed," Iris said.

"That's because you weren't thinking about it much, dear. The more time you spend around humans, the more that you would have noticed it."

"Is it that bad?" Derek asked. "I mean...I never asked or thought about it before."

"Hun..." Alexa rubbed the back of her head. "Let's just put it this way. It's better to be out from under that right now. You wanted us to be free to make our own decisions about what we wanted to be, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then why would we ever want to be under that, if it always made us make the decision that we wanted to be?"

"..."

"It's not fair. Not for us, not for anyone."

"I can see that. I'm sorry for asking something stupid."

"Hon, it's fine. You don't really know anything right now, not compared to the rest of us. You probably didn't have much in the way of anthromorph slaves back at your place."

That was half-true. He'd had a few males around. There were the bodyguards, yes, but there were a few male servants that Martin had kept around, as well. Always males, despite the fact that they were more expensive. It had probably been done that way to ensure that there was no shameful use of the females in the family home. Not that it was unacceptable to society at large, but it was preferred that one went with those of one's own species.

Out here, however...

He shook his head. He had always considered the males to be just that. Males, and male animals, he supposed. The females were more...more alluring in their own way, and easier to sympathize with. He hadn't treated the ones back home badly, but...well, had he been that good to them, either?

No more guilt. No more pushing yourself. Just...just be here.

Traci cleared her plate, and as the mink pushed it away, she nodded at Alexa.

"Mind letting me have a turn?"

"Oh, feel free. I have some work to get back to soon, anyway."

"Thanks. I've been curious about how he'd feel at my feet."

"Getting a foot fetish, dear?"

"Blame him. He started it."

"But what about meeeeeee?" Iris asked with a kitten-ish whine.

"After me," Traci said. "I'm senior here, so I'm taking my turn first."

Alexa offered her foot with him on it, and he braced himself to be picked up by the mink. Her hand was as soft as her sole, and he blushed as she worked him back and forth between her fingers. His dick slipped between two digits at one point, and she smiled down at him.

"Well, you certainly like being manhandled, Derek."

"Mmmph..."

"It's not that bad a thing, is it?"

"Just embarrassing."

"And that's part of the fun, Derek."

She seemed to take some small delight in using his name rather than his title, and he had to admit that it made him feel a bit better, too. They felt more on an even keel that way, and he liked that.

She lowered him to the floor, pressing him to a spot right between her feet. Her soft soles were still as unsullied as before, those strange modifications that anthromorphs had down there allowing her to slough off any dirt or filth that she walked through. She was just that beautiful, in all ways.

She wiggled her toes, drawing him in, and then both her feet pressed to him from either side. He didn't quite get crushed between them, but he was held pinned.

"Mmmph..."

"That's it. Just hold still."

As she started working her feet on him from either side, grinding against his body, turning him to face one sole and then the other, he found himself buried beneath her soles. Her feet were slender, strong, and powerful, dominating him without even trying, and he groaned as she pinned him in place again and again. Every time that he managed to get a limb loose, she managed to get it back under control quickly.

Traci really was the mistress of the kitchen, he realized. She dominated everything in the room.

As he was turned, he felt his shaft sliding against one sole, then the other. The soft pad along the underside made his shaft feel teased, caressed, pinned. Every time that he was pressed firmly between her soles, he could feel her pad pressing his cock against his belly. Every time she turned him to face the other one, his cock slid up and pointed up and forward, and then down, just perfectly positioned for another bit of fun as he was turned around.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"He sounds so cute down there," Iris said.

He blinked, staring at the tigress that had dropped down to stare him in the eye as he was pinned from foot to foot. She was lying on her stomach, her head supported by her hands, and her tail was twitching back and forth behind her. She stroked his head with one finger, almost like she was petting him.

"He's a cute little human."

"He's fun between my feet, too."

"Are feet fun?"

"They can be. He makes them fun."

"Ooooh, can I try?"

"In a minute..."

"Come ooooon."

"In a minute, Iris. Derek, would you mind massaging mine for a minute?"

"No problem...mistress."

Iris gasped, whimpering slightly in annoyance as she got up. Traci let go with her feet, dropping him back to the floor, and presented her soles with her heels planted against the kitchen tile. Her soles soared over him, looming higher than he had done over them. He couldn't believe how easily they had shifted over to this sort of play, but...well, considering how much he was enjoying it, he wasn't going to complain.

Even though he was being passed around a bit like a toy, Derek didn't mind. There was something rather nice about being useful down there, and after his conversation with Cora, he knew that there was less malice in what they were doing, and a whole lot more pushing their limits, seeing what they could get away with. He wanted them to feel comfortable around him, so even when it was a bit embarrassing, he kept his mouth shut. Better to let them take a few extra liberties that made him a little uncomfortable than to take it all the way back to square one with the wrong comment.

So, he pressed himself against her heel, slowly working with his hands and tongue, gently massaging down at the soft, rounded bit at the bottom of her heel. She groaned slightly, and he wondered if he'd work his way up to find her pleasuring herself. It was something to imagine, at the very least.

Derek dug his hands into her heel, massaging with all the expertise and pressure that he could manage from his smaller state, and he gradually climbed up her foot as she leaned back and made it a little easier for him. The little wrinkles she made when she curled her toes gave him handholds and footholds, and he worked his way up to her arch, digging his hands in and rubbing it slowly.

"Mmmph...that's nice..."

Encouraged, he kept up his work, gradually going from the bottom of her foot towards the top. Every little nook and cranny received some attention, and he could actually feel the softer tissue in her foot starting to relax. The more that he massaged her, the more that she seemed to get into it.

Eventually, he worked his way up to her toes, and he managed to dig into the spaces between them in a way that he never would have been able to do at full size. He rubbed around the bases of her toes, and into the little webbing between them that connected them. Not like frog webbing, but just that little flap of skin that remained. He worked down the mink's toes, feeling her relax as he went, until he finally reached her pinkie toe.

"Mmmph...that's nice...that's really nice..."

"Come on. Is it my turn yet?"

"He still has the other foot to do."

"But it's taking so loooooong."

"Derek? Do you want to do my other foot first, or shall I pass you to her?"

Much as he would have liked to do the other foot first, he knew that it would be better to give Iris some time. She had been patient enough, and he was honestly a little worried about what might happen if she had to wait too much longer for her turn with him. She sounded like she'd go overboard as it was, and he preferred not to worry more.

"Let her have a turn - whoa!"

The tigress yoinked him back with her toes, pulling him from Traci right then and there, and she pulled him up.

"Yay, my turn!"

"Just be gentle with him, okay?" Traci said.

"I will!"

She wasn't, but thankfully, the shrinking had given him a bit extra endurance compared to what he'd normally be dealing with. Her running around with him underfoot, or bouncing him in the air like a kitten playing with a mouse-toy, wasn't even bruising. He felt it, yeah, but it wasn't so bad as he could have felt if he hadn't been improved.

Cora found him about an hour into Iris's playtime, and while the tigress wasn't happy about him being taken away, she went with it. She begged Cora for more time with him later, though, the happy, bubbly feline pushing for everything she could get.

Instead, she was assigned four hours of house-cleaning chores until Cora would even think about scheduling her for more fun. As the tigress walked off, the snow leopard pulled out the shrink ray, shifting the setting to growth. Derek came back to normal size shortly after, and even though he was naked, he was much more comfortable in his proper size.

"Feel better after your nap?" he asked, trying to resist the urge to cover himself.

"Much. Feel better after playing around more?"

"Um...kinda?"

"Heh, that's better than nothing."

"I, um, don't suppose you have some clothes of mine."

"Oh, I know where some are."

"...Could you bring me the clothes?"

"I think it'd be more fun for you to walk to them. Naked."

"Mmmph..."

"And don't deny it, Derek. You know you like it when the girls stare at you. So...show off for your mistress. Walk."

She pointed out the room into the hallway, and he knew that she wasn't going to tell him where the clothes were without him talking along already. His cheeks burned, but at the same time, it was hard for him to deny that there was something hot about this. He nodded, making his way forward.

"Now, off to the stairs...up to the second floor. Take it slow. I want my 'master' to show off a little."

It was still a tease, but it was a good one. His cock swayed between his legs as he walked along, and he tried not to be too embarrassed. He was the only male here; it wasn't like he was going to be seen by anyone that he was competing with, or anyone that would look down on him for this. This was just for the girls, for those that wanted to see him naked, that liked to see him naked for what they could get from it.

Oh god, he was going to be giving an advertisement of what it meant to sleep with him, too, considering that he was already starting to throb harder and harder. The other females would realize just how much fun they could have pouncing him and putting him under their heels for a few hours. He groaned as his cock rose further at the idea.

"Now, through the kitchen, and upstairs."

"You're loving this, I swear."

"I'm a cat. We like to play with our prey."

Yes, they did, and he always forgot about that. He walked naked up the stairs, feeling the eyes of a few of the anthromorphs following him from behind. They were staring, they were watching, they were liking the show.

And despite everything, he was kind of liking showing off. He was no nudist, but this domination in making him show off like one was...kinda hot. He wondered, in spite of everything else going on, just what else the ladies were going to make him do. All things considered, he imagined that they had a lot of plans for him.

The End

Summary: The shrinking time fades, but not before Derek gets some time with some of the other girls.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, Micro/Macro, Foot Fetish, Snow Leopard, Rabbit, Mink, Tigress, Femdom, Cute, Cyberpunk, Massage, Footjob, Series,