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Bowser's castle was an intimidating sight. Surrounded by fire with walls sweeping upwards towards the sky, it was an imposing place, and most people knew better than to enter it. Oh, sure, Mario got in and out, but that was Mario. The average person was not going to tempt the King inside, not if they valued their life. However, now and then there was someone that went inside, not because they wanted to, but because they didn't quite know what they were getting into. This is the story of one of those people.

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Nathan wasn't the biggest of people, nor was he normal sized. In fact, he wasn't even big enough to be called small. The proper word for the wolf, indeed, was 'Micro', and not a particularly big micro at that. The anthro wolf barely reached three inches tall, and that was when he stood up as straight as he could. Standing on his tiptoes, he might have gained another centimeter, but that was if the person doing the measuring was feeling rather generous.

Certainly he didn't stand out that much in comparison to the castle around him. Each of the cobblestones he walked over took him almost fifteen seconds to cross, and that was at a half-jog. If he walked, it would take him an entire half minute to get from one side to the other. He was encouraged to keep moving by the heat of the castle, both by the torches keeping the air at a humid, sweltering heat, and the strange heat that came up from underneath the rock. It wasn't so much that it burned, but it was a little uncomfortable to his feet if he stayed in one place for too long.

After taking nearly an hour to get out of the courtyard in front of the drawbridge, though, Nathan was at a loss for what he should do. He'd come into the castle to explore it, and maybe find something that would hold his interest for a while, but it was so much bigger than he'd thought it would be. Oh, he was used to things being larger than him, but this was the first time that he'd been in a castle. Even the hall he was in soared higher than he was used to seeing in normal houses, and made him feel even smaller than he normally did. Either the person who lived here was a fan of things being huge, or he was bigger than normal himself.

For a moment, Nathan considered leaving the castle, but there were two things that stopped him from doing that. The first was that it had taken him all this time to get across the courtyard to the entry hall of the castle, and going back would take just as long, if not longer. Even with the heat of the cobblestones keeping him moving, he doubted that he'd be able to match that speed again, not for a full hour of movement.

The second reason, and the more important one, was that the drawbridge for the castle was pulled up. If it had been any other castle, he would have considered swimming away, but with this one being surrounded by magma or lava or whatever the specific sort of molten earth it was, that wasn't really an option. The micro wolf didn't mind some heat, but he wasn't about to leap into a source of it that would turn him into a melted puddle of wolf goo.

So he walked further down the hall. Thankfully there was some carpet along the center of it, which kept his feet from feeling quite so uncomfortable. Of course, being in the middle of the hall he needed to keep his eyes peeled for anything walking around so he wasn't squished, but the soft carpet definitely was worth the extra vigilance.

Strands of carpet brushed against him. He chuckled, realizing this was how most people would feel when they were walking through a field, the strands and fibers coming up to about his waist level. It wasn't bad, almost ticklish at times, though a little bit tiring as he had to work to push some of the fibers out of the way. Thick as they were, he almost wished he had some sort of machete like the explorers in the movies.

As he made his way down the hall, he started to see more things. Portraits on the wall of a princess of some sort, a human, he thought to himself, wearing a pink dress and smiling. At first, there were only a few of these portraits, but the further down the hall Nathan went, the more of them he found. They were clustered together, showing the princess in all sorts of locations, usually surrounded by little toadstool-like creatures. It was a little bit creepy, the level of obsession the owner of the castle had with that princess. "He really needs to get a hobby," the wolf muttered to himself as he passed by what had to be the two hundredth portrait of her.

He reached a fork in the hall, and took the left one without bothering to look where he was going. At his size, directions didn't really matter much; he was as likely to be out of his depth in one direction as the other, and so far there hadn't been anything that dangerous to the castle. Well, aside from the smoldering heat and the magma moat. Lava moat. Whatever it was.

An hour passed. Nathan panted as he pushed his way through the carpet fibers, occasionally having to stop and rest. He leaned against some of the stiffer fibers, shaking his head a few times. "Just how long does this hall go on?" he muttered to himself. "How big is this castle?"

Nothing answered his question aloud, not that he expected it to. But then again, he also didn't expect the sounds of footsteps in the distance.

The wolf perked up his ears at the sound of heavy footsteps, and just like that, he had all of his energy back. Taking off at a run along the carpet, he forced himself to look forward. The footsteps were still far away after all, and the last thing he needed to do was trip while looking around for something that was probably not even in sight yet.

Surprisingly he reached the end of the carpet in little more than a minute, and he almost fell over when he stepped from the plush red material onto the cobblestones again. His feet, having gotten used to the cooler feeling of the carpet, immediately heated up from the nearly hot cobblestones, and Nathan jumped around a few times. "Hot hot hot hot!" he yelped as he leaped from one foot to another, dancing along the floor in an exceedingly strange way, trying to keep moving away from the footsteps.

Yet the footsteps were getting louder and louder, and by now he could hear them clearly. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Very heavy, he thought. Not just a regular person or anthro back there, but someone really big. Figuring he better get a look at whatever was coming down the hallway, he gingerly walked out of the carpet's direction from the hallway, and peered down.

He gasped at the sight coming his way. It looked like a large bipedal turtle, but it was thicker and more broad than any that he'd seen before. It wasn't quite fat, but merely a little chub on top of a lot of muscle. A hell of a lot of muscle, he noted as he watched the legs and arms flex as the big guy walked around. The shell was green and the skin yellow, the hair on top of the creature's head was red and the shell spiked. Sharp teeth filled the mouth, and from the way that the creature grunted and grimaced, Nathan could see every darn one of them.

But what really caught his attention were the two puffy, big feet stomping into the ground with every step the creature took. He stared at them, the yellow skin shimmering slightly with hints of sweat, and he had little doubt that the toes were soaked. After all, he was more than a little warm in the castle and he had only been here for a few hours. This large male must live here, so he was doubtlessly sweating all the time. A chance breeze blew down the hall, and the stench of musk and sweat, of sheer body odor, slammed into the wolf nearly hard enough to knock him down, and more than hard enough to stun him, leaving him wobbling a little bit.

As the turtle-thing walked down the hall, Nathan heard him muttering to himself. Well, muttering in a way that carried everywhere. He leaned forward, listening. "That stupid plumber, stealing the princess away from me. AGAIN. How many times do I have to steal her from the kingdom before he just gives up and lets me keep her?" the creature said. "I mean, I'm Bowser! How can she resist me?"

So, at least he had a name for the creature. Bowser. He felt that he should know that name, but the reasons why escaped him. That didn't matter. What did matter was that he needed to find a way to keep out of Bowser's way until he could get out of the castle again. Though...

He looked down again, staring at the big yellow feet as they carried the turtle-thing along. The wolf did like those, and would have liked a closer view of them. Not so much while they were stomping him, but he would have enjoyed a look at them. A pity that he had to stay out of their way instead of being able to get close.

What felt like a few moments went by for him, when suddenly the feet stopped moving. Nathan blinked, seeing how the toes were barely two feet away from him. A longer distance for him, not so long for Bowser. He slowly looked up, trembling as he followed the legs up to the waist, and the waist up to the slightly bulging belly, and from there to the heat.

Brutish but still intelligent eyes looked down at him, and a small wisp of flame escaped the reptile's mouth. "Ugh, another bug in my castle," Bowser grunted. One foot lifted off of the ground, the three toes spreading slightly as they wiggled. From this close distance, Nathan could see that the underside was a slightly different shade of yellow, and that the bottom was fairly flat, with little to no arch in comparison to most plantigrade feet. "Better get rid of it."

"Hey wait!" Nathan shouted as he backpedaled. "I'm not - oof!" he cut off as he tripped over one of the gaps between the cobblestones, falling on his back. The foot continued its descent, and his eyes went wide. "I'm not a bug!" he tried to shout.

Unfortunately, his voice was either too quiet or Bowser couldn't hear. That, or the reptile just didn't care. The foot came down on top of him, pinning him in place under the musky foot flesh. His nose filled with the odor of feet, and sweat, and the fur on his chest and belly and, well, everywhere on his front was utterly soaked in the stuff. His muzzle poked between two of the puffy, somehow soft toes, the skin rubbing against him with every little shift that Bowser made. Surprisingly, he wasn't dead. At least, not yet.

The pressure was strong, but it wasn't enough to kill him, just enough to keep him pinned against the cobblestones below. Between the hot flesh of the foot above and the heat coming off of the cobblestones below, he was kept in a humid, hot little space. His vision was limited to what he could see between two of Bowser's toes, and that wasn't much, only more yellow skin and a little bit of the big man standing on top of him. Admittedly it was a good sight, one that he'd be happy to see if he wasn't so worried about being crushed right now.

Nathan closed his eyes tightly, expecting the foot to press down on him and turn him into a pile of fur and pasted organs. For a moment, the pressure pushed down harder on him, but just as he thought it would reach a point of no return, it stopped.

He waited for it to continue, but it didn't, and he gradually opened his eyes. Half expecting Bowser to have been distracted by something in the throne room, he hadn't thought to find the big reptile looking down at him.

Smirking, Bowser ground his foot from side to side. The pressure was enough for the wolf to be a little uncomfortable, but at the same time it was also very....sexy, in a way. Groaning softly as his body was rubbed all over by the sweaty underside of the pudgy, puffy foot, he squirmed again, barely able to get the slightest wiggle in.

"Heh, so the bug isn't a regular bug," Bowser said with a chuckle. "I think I might be able to get a little fun out of you before I crush you for good." He laughed loudly. "Hell, if I get enough fun out of you, I might just let you go. Or keep you here. Either way, I won't crush you if I have enough fun."

A chance to avoid death was a good enough incentive for Nathan. He wriggled his arms around as much as he could, gradually getting enough room to pull them free from the undersides of the foot. Wrapping them around one of the toes, he pulled himself up enough to give it a kiss, looking past it at the reptile. There was no sign of disapproval, so he continued, licking along the smooth toe flesh. Droplets of sweat that would have been small to the big turtle guy were huge to him, almost mouthfuls, but he licked them up quickly, swallowing them eagerly. Salty and musky to the point of burning his mouth, he nevertheless sucked them down hard and fast.

As he licked along the toe, slowly making his way down to the spot between them, Nathan couldn't help but groan a little bit. Not just at the flavor that was filling his mouth, but also at the fact that he was this close to such a magnificent pair of feet. Yeah, the threat of death had initially kept him from really enjoying them, but with this close-up look, he couldn't help but grin as he serviced the foot. It was big, powerful, and muskily masculine as hell, and that wasn't including the softness of the skin. Nathan wasn't sure how, but Bowser obviously managed to keep the undersides quite soft despite walking around barefoot in a stone floored castle. It was strange, but it felt good against him, feeling the foot flesh give against his body as he was shoved against it.

Bowser pressed down on him hard again, shoving him harshly against the stone floor once more and driving the air out of his lungs. Before he could take another, the foot covering him slid forward a little bit, just enough to lodge his muzzle in the rank, raunchy fold of skin just between the toes, which tightened around his head to hold him in place. The wolf gasped and flailed around, squirming harder than he'd ever had, but the grip of the toes was too strong for him to break. He was completely stuck.

To his surprise, the pressure against his back lifted, and for a moment he thought that Bowser was letting him get a little bit of a break. Then he realized that there was no pressure against his back because he wasn't on the floor anymore. His eyes went wide as he realized that he was still stuck to the underside of the reptile's foot, the toes holding his head flush against the bottom of the sweaty foot.

Spreading his toes slightly, Bowser looked down on him with a chuckle. "You know, I think I like the way you feel against the bottom of my foot. I think I'll keep you around for a little while." He reached behind him, and if Nathan had to guess, he was reaching around inside of his shell for something. The big guy had surprisingly good balance, as he was standing on one foot the whole time.

Eventually he pulled out a rubber band, and Nathan went wide eyed as Bowser slid it down around his foot. The band snapped harshly against his back, holding him stuck against the foot even after Bowser let go with the toe grip. "Heh, I hope you like being stuck down there. I don't plan to let you go for a while."

"But I thought you said I wouldn't die if I did what you said!" Nathan protested, blushing as this appealed more than a little bit, despite the danger.

"Do you really think I'm the King of the Koopas through size alone?" Bowser laughed at his confused expression. "Heh, you didn't even know that. Well, don't worry. Just because old Kammy is the Koopa Witch doesn't mean that I don't know a few spells of my own." The Koopa King pointed at him, and a burst of red light flew from his finger. It settled around Nathan with a tingle that covered his whole body before disappearing. "There we go. Now, why don't we go for a walk?"

Before the wolf could protest, Bowser lowered his foot down again. The rubber band held him by the waist, and the toes curled just enough to keep his head in place. He braced himself as the foot came down on him and he felt the signs of impending crushing, the weight shifting, the pressure increasing, and prepared himself for the last few seconds of his life.

He felt the pressure increase, the huge weight of the Koopa King pressing down on his body, the foot flesh spreading out a bit from his presence, surrounding him in puffy, musky foot flesh, but though the pressure was heavy enough to make it near impossible to breathe, he wasn't dying. Nathan wondered if the king was playing with him again, teasing him, but no sooner had he thought that than the foot he was attached to raised up in a step. A glance from one side to the other told him that the king was walking, but that was all he could see before he hit the ground again.

Up and down, sandwiched between foot and floor, and then dangling from the sweaty foot. It was a cycle, repeating again and again, but despite the weight pressing down on him from above, he wasn't dying. He grunted, sucking air into his body whenever he was pulled off of the floor, but other than not being able to breathe when the king was standing on the foot he was strapped to, it wasn't too bad. And he had to admit, he was....enjoying...this more than he probably should have.

Nathan smiled. Maybe a few days like this wouldn't be so bad.