A Micro’s Place
Both Noxxy and Jevin squirm, arms held above their heads in the clasp of an enormous, grinning red dragon's hand; thick, powerful fingers more than large enough to fully hold both arms in place without much effort. Even with their cloakers on the wolf and bat hardly come up past the dragon's stomach.
"Come on, Dragonien..." Jevin whines, looking up at the taller dragon. Both him and Noxxy are standing on their tip-toes with how high the dragon's fist is tugging them arms upwards. It hurts just standing in that position but the slight pain is overwhelmed by what the dragon is looking at.
"Come on what?" Dragonien asks, peering down at the hands he has held within his own, staring at the cloakers keeping his two micros at their current heights.
"It's easier if we keep them on! Plus... plus uh..." Noxxy frowns, peering over a bit worriedly at Jevin.
"Plus we... don't... we don't like people to just take them. Y'know," the wolf states. "Nothing against you or any--"
Dragonien just laughs, interrupting the wolf whose ears immediately pin back to his skull. He exchanges glances with Noxxy while the dragon above them finishes his cackle. "Oh maan..." Dragonien giggles gently once he calms down, reaching to grab at the two cloakers, playing with them between his fingers.
"Poor little things... what're you going to do if I don't listen to you?" He asks, peering down at the two cringing, smaller creatures.
"I... er," Noxxy frowns, tugging at his arm again. "It's just... Jevin? What're we going to do?"
"Nothing, that's what you're going to do," Dragonien says as if he's made some sort of point. "Why? Because you're micros."
Jevin frowns a little. "And what's that mean?"
"It means you're too small to do anything about it. That's what it means," Dragonien says before letting go of their arms. The two draw back a little, Nox rubbing at his wrist while Jevin secures his cloaker again, staring at the towering Dragon as he walks back to a nearby couch and props two enormous, booted feet up onto a nearby ottoman. Dragonien just stares at them expectantly, a grin appearing across his muzzle.
The two look at Dragonien sprawled out with his feet kicked up and Noxxy elbows Jevin gently. "We know what he wants," the bat whispers. "Let's just do it, okay?"
The wolf relents and nods, letting out a small sigh. The two go and settle onto the ottoman next to Dragonien's feet and in a matter of seconds the dragon's huge, booted paws are in their laps.
"Good boys," Dragonien says, stroking a little at his boxers containing an obvious, throbbing bulge. "Kiss the bottom of my boots."
Jevin furrows his brow a little. Even if it'd be easier to just do it the wolf can't help but at least try to plead for a little reason. "Look, we only do this job because we need the money and businesses around here won't hire micros. C-could you lay off a bit?" Jevin asks only to have the toe of the boot THAP against his nose, causing him to draw back and clasp his muzzle.
"I said kiss, micro," Dragonien states. The wolf glares at him for a moment before leaning down to start kissing against the rubber sole. Noxxy had already begun, but after seeing what happened to Jevin the bat begins to lick and slide his tongue along thick treads, picking up flecks of dirt on his tongue; hoping to win some mercy. 'Jevin's mouth is going to get us killed,' the bat thinks to himself.
"You see? Easy. If a micro does what he's told, nothing bad happens. Usually. Well... most of the time." He brings those enormous boots down to the ground and points. "Down and lick," he commands, watching as Noxxy quickly complies, shifting onto his knees to start kissing and licking the tips of the enormous dragon's boots. Jevin hesitates but Noxxy gives him a glare. With a mutter he gets onto his hands and knees as well, starting to lick at the toe of the other boot; tongue gliding along the smooth leather while Dragonien watches dominantly from above.
The two work at the dragon's boots for at least two minutes; licking and nuzzling into the material.
"Alright, take a break," Dragonien states, allowing the two to sit up. "But don't stand. Stay on the floor," the dragon adds before starting to slip out of his boots.
Noxxy peers at Jevin, knowing the wolf is probably pissed off about all this. They'd taken this job on a bit of a whim to get some extra money to keep their living space heated. It'd gotten real cold over the last few days and keeping warm had been a problem even with their cloakers. It was supposed to be an easy job; they'd come and do a few chores, maybe rub their employer's feet, and then be done.
"Something wrong, little wolf?" Dragonien asks as he peels his shoes off, allowing the musky, damp, warm scent of his feet filled the air around the two.
"Jevin, don't," Noxxy whispers gently only to have a toe pressed to his muzzle.
"Shh. Let him talk." Dragonien grins.
Jevin stares between the two for a moment before sighing and rubbing a paw over his head. "Nothing."
"Something," Dragonien states before pressing his enormous feet against the two micros. Jevin tries to scramble backwards but Dragonien is too fast; he THUMPs his foot down hard and forces the wolf onto his back, wheezing beneath the dragon's weight around the same time Nox tries to run as well. Dragonien stands and shifts forward to step down on him as well, the stomp causing the bat to squeak out beneath the terrible, bone-bending pressure. Now, pinned to the floor and supporting Dragonien's full tonnage, both micros are left struggling and pressing uselessly upwards at the toes firmly planted against their chests. They're too heavy, though. Neither micro can lift the dragon.
Dragonien's feet are hot and it's not long before a damp footprint soaks its way into the fur of both wolf and bat micro. If that weren't enough, the thick scent of the dragon's toes fills the air and soon it's all the two smaller beings can breathe. Dragonien slides his feet over the two; dragging dirt and filth into their fur before shifting his toes up to settle a row above the small muzzles staring up at his face. There, with the micros pinned beneath his feet, he stops moving and smiles.
"Explain or I'll be taking your cloakers off."
"I-it's this!" Jevin shouts, panting heavily. "S-stepping on us and making us tend your feet and overpowering us just because you can..."
"We deal with it a lot," Noxxy gasps gently. "W-we just wanna do our job, get paid, and try to get by like we always do. I-it's harder when norms do this!"
"Aww," Dragonien intones, peering down at the two micros pinned under his feet. "We're unfair, huh? Micros deserve more, we're just so heartless... right?"
"Gnnnf.. w-why can't we be treated like anyone else?" Jevin whines.
"Because of this." Dragonien puts more weight on Jevin, listening to the wolf exhale forcefully. Jevin feels the foot compress his chest down and force air from his lungs; the wolf soon unable to breathe. He squirms and pushes at Dragonien's toes but the dragon doesn't press for too long. Soon as the pressure is gone, Jevin is allowed to suck down the musky, foot-scented air around his face. "You're smaller, weaker, and at my mercy even with your little cloakers on. Don't you agree, Noxxy?" Dragonien shifts his weight again and Nox suddenly exhales, squirming in place much like Jevin was before.
The bat's bones are weaker, though; a point driven home when a sharp snap resounds throughout the room. Nox's mouth opens to cry out but there's no air to cry with. He squirms and leaves his muzzle hanging open in a silent scream while Jevin stares from beneath the other paw.
"S-stop! You're hurting him... please... w-we'll listen, okay? Anything... j-just don't... don't.." the wolf swallows. He doesn't want to plead but it feels like his options are running slim. This giant doesn't care. "Don't kill us..." he calls out.
Dragonien pulls his weight off of Nox, allowing the bat to suck air down and cry from the pain. "See? Helpless. Now..." he steps off of the two micros and goes back to sit down on the couch. "One of you is going to suck my dick and the other one is going to take his cloaker off and tend to my toes. I want you both in position within a minute. If you try to run... well, I guess you can find out if you want." While he waits, Dragonien tugs his cock out and begins to stroke it lewdly; squeezing his enormous hand around the even larger, black-colored dick.
Jevin scrambles over to Nox and helps the bat to his feet, ears lowered. "I-I'll take his foot just in case. Y-you think you can...?"
"Yea," Nox breathes out, though when he sees the enormous, eighteen-inch-long cock he starts to have his doubts. "I-I can." Jevin helps Nox over to Dragonien and while the bat eases himself into position in Dragonien's lap; pressing his muzzle to the thick cockhead of the dragon, Jevin removes his cloaker and crawls forward, pressing his muzzle into the space between Dragonien's huge toes to lick and clean away the musky, sweatty build-up between.
"Nnnnf, there you go, Noxxy." Dragonien sets an enormous hand on the bat's head and pushes down a little, forcing Nox's muzzle to stretch around the tip of his dick. "Get that tongue in ther--oohh..." The dragon groans, pressing his penis up against Nox's mouth a bit more firmly. The micro chokes and groans, doing his best to deal with the girth in his mouth while his smaller hands stroke and rub against the throbbing dick. Dragonien pulls Noxxy closer so that his penis is pressed into the bat's torso; pulsing powerfully against the bat's body while a thick, pungent musk fills the micro's every breath. Normally being so close to an erection might make things easier but the powerful, body thumping throbs of the penis irritates Nox's broken rib. He tries to get more comfortable but Dragonien's free hand presses more firmly to his back, bringing him even more firmly forward against the enormous penis.
"Almost there, Noxxy," Dragonien moans. Down below, Jevin feels the toes wiggle and squeeze occasionally around his head; grasping and rolling around his face and smearing his fur in sweat.
"Dammit," the wolf growls to himself. This wasn't supposed to happen. Now he has to wonder if the giant is even going to let them go. He doesn't get time to really think about it because Dragonien's sole comes up and POUNDs down into his frame, causing him to yelp out as the thick sole grinds itself into him. His fur had already been dirtied but now he's mired in the sweatty layer built up on the dragon's foot. When Dragonien lifts it again the micro is stuck to the bottom like some discarded piece of lint. Above, Dragonien shifts his body around and presses more firmly to Nox's muzzle, shifting his hips forward and pressing down on the bat's palm-fitting skull. The pressure on Nox's mouth is so great he feels his jaw approach the point of breaking; pain enough that it leaves a tear running down Nox's face as he tries to hurry and get Dragonien to climax.
THUMP.
Dragonien's foot comes back down and hammers Jevin into the floor before grinding and crushing into the wolf; smearing him beneath the sole and utterly overpowering the micro, seemingly uncaring of whether he breaks bone or even crushes the pathetic lupine. The pressure on Jevin suddenly increases which causes the wolf to panic, crying out at the same time a loud, house-shaking roar vibrates the air around him and Noxxy. The dragon begins pumping thick globs of hot dragon seed down Nox's throat, holding the bat's muzzle shut and sealed around his dick to make sure the little thing swallows it all down. Nox clenches his eyes shut and focuses on keeping his body together, swallowing thick bursts of seed down as quickly as he can but when he doesn't manage it some of it begins running out of his nose. He feels his stomach groaning as the pressure inside builds. 'Please be done soon, just stay awake Nox. Stay awake...'
By the time it's all done, Jevin's blacked out beneath the heavy, hot dragon sole while Nox struggles to stay on his feet, cum drooling down his neck while his jaw aches. The bat collects Jevin up into his hands, staring down at the bruised lupine with a sigh before he looks up at the satisfied dragon norm sitting there and basking in the glow of his climax.
"Clean me off, bat," Dragonien rumbles, tilting his still thick erection towards the micro. Nox complies, carefully licking the thick dallop of cum drooling off of the dragon's tip before sitting up again; holding Jevin' to his warm chest.
"Th-thank you, sir," Nox says. "M-May we go?"
"You may leave," the dragon nods. "Whatever you to do, though, remember this: You're micros. You suck our cocks, you worship our feet, and you do whatever we say in the hopes that we let you live. By the way, that little hovel you live in? I bought the property, so I'm your new landlord. I expect you both back here tomorrow morning for breakfast. No, you're not the breakfast. I have better plans," he grins, giving Nox a little shudder before the bat twists to leave.
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"Ugh, what happened?" Jevin asks, waking up back at home. He sits up, wincing as his body flares with pain. It takes a moment for him to become accustomed and finish sitting up to look over at the couch to find Noxxy lying there; belly slightly bloated with dragon seed.
"We have a new landlord," Nox sighs, lowering his ears. "We need to get on his good side... fast."
"If he has one," Jevin mutters before noticing something at Noxxy's feet. There, Cenotaph tends to Nox's tired paws; licking between the larger bat's toes and doing his best to relax the giant.
"Just do what he says. Easier," Cenotaph states. "Nox told me what he said before letting you guys go. I don't think you can bargain with this norm, Jevin."
"Maybe not," the wolf sighs. "I just don't understand why they don't get it..."
"Because they're not micros," Nox mumbles. "Next time something like that happens just... just don't complain, alright? Even if we have cloakers they just don't get it-- or they don't care. So... so we have to live with it; we're micros," Nox sighs.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I owe you, alright?" Jevin says before climbing shakily onto the couch next to Nox's head, sitting down and propping the bat's skull up on his leg. "I owe you. I'll make it up... I promise."