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The Morning Routine

Fasa crept slowly around the leg of the dresser. The inch high panther was on the search for food and knew where to find it. Reaching the edge of the dresser, the tiny thing looked out over the room. An expanse of wood flooring stretched out before him. Beyond that was a bed and nightstand. Morning sunlight filtered in through the windows on the far side of the room. A brief mumble, accompanied by the sound of shifting blankets, sounded from above. And then only peaceful, slow breathing.

Fasa ran, scampering across floor boards to reach the edge of the bed. Blue and white sheets flowed from atop the bed to pool on the floor in a disheveled heap. Fasa took a pawful of fabric and began to climb. It took him several minutes, but he eventually reached the top. Using the bed as a springboard, the panther launched himself up onto the nightstand where he found his prize. The remnants of a massive meal sat unguarded. Grabbing the edge of the plate and hoisting himself up, Fasa marveled at the feast before him. The entire plate was littered with crumbs, of what he didn't care. Some of them were the size of his head! The panther walked leisurely along the plate, gathering his choice of the crumbs.

As he ate he watched the sleeping giant. The German Shepherd slept peacefully on his back with his long muzzle hanging open. The giant breathed heavily with the occasional snore. Fasa had always had a kind of lust for the giant dog. But every day, he was reminded that if he were spotted he'd most likely be killed. He sometimes would see the things the Shepherd would do to micros he caught. Fasa used to be one of many who lived in this house. He was fairly sure that he was the last one left. This was a regular occurrence. Every evening, the Shepherd would leave his old plate on the nightstand before bed, and every morning, Fasa would come scrounge for crumbs and watch the giant sleep. When he would show signs of waking, Fasa would leave or hide until he was gone.

This went on for months. Nothing much changed. Another micro showed up, a raven named Eiche. They never talked much, and Fasa didn't tell about his routine, opting to let the bird find his own source of food. Just like any other morning, the panther climbed the sheets and jumped across to the nightstand. Today there was the normal pickings, several crumbs, a bit of sauce of some sort. After gathering his breakfast, he reclined against a balled up napkin to watch the giant. This morning, he lay on his side, facing away from the nightstand. His back rose and fell with his breathing. Fasa ate slowly and simply watched. The giant shifted and rolled over but nothing more. Fasa contained the urge to go down and explore. He knew that he would have to leave soon. But then something unexpected happened. The Shepherd's eyes flew open.

"Gotcha!" The giant's voice was half whisper and half shout as his massive hand paw crashed down over Fasa and the napkin. Everything was a blur for a moment, and then he was held right in front of the Shepherd's face. The napkin fell to the floor and he was held alone between two fingers. "I knew there were more of you!" The dog's voice boomed around Fasa. The giant's expression changed from one of accomplishment to one of anger. "Now how to get rid of you." He stood letting the sheets fall from his body. He was naked! All this time and he was sleeping naked! This made Fasa's sheath tighten. He curled up in the dog's grip to hide himself.

"Wait!" Fasa shouted, "I can do anything you like!" He realized as the words left his mouth that this could be his chance to see, even explore the dog's rather well built body' "I can clean, I can...pleasure you." He looked up at the giant.

"Oh really can you?" The dog said, "I have been in need of a good cleaning" he looked inquisitively at the micro. "And a good pleasuring." Fasa was hopeful. He might even make it out of this with his lust sated and in one piece. He put on an innocent begging face. "What harm could a little fun be." The Shepherd said before lowering the panther to his right foot paw. "Well? Get cleaning!" The final command was an angry shout.

Fasa looked the paw over. It wasn't what he was hoping for. Each one of the four clawed toes was slightly taller than the panther. The smell was enough to knock him down. The whole foot paw was covered in dark tan fur. The dog cleared his throat above before wiggling his toes a bit, the claws tapping the floor. Fasa spit on his paws and moved foreword. The fur was grimy and deep but after several rubs, the color lightened. "That's not good enough." Came a voice from far above, "use your tongue." Fasa looked up at the Shepherd and then back at the toe. Reluctantly, he slipped his tongue from his muzzle and brought it to the toe. The fur tasted bitter and salty but it was bearable. Fasa moved around the first toe slowly but surely licking up all of the grime and gunk. Most of it he spit onto the floor, but he ended up swallowing a good bit also. After finishing the first one he moved on to the next toe. Just as he was getting started, the dog's voice boomed down again. "Forgetting something?" With that the two toes spread apart to reveal a deep pit of fur and toe jam. Fasa sighed briefly before venturing between the two digits. The gap closed in on the small being as the toes relaxed into place. It was darker here this deep under the dog's paw. The panther licked up the mess before turning to spit. His mind filled with dread as he realized that there was nowhere to spit. The paw surrounded him on all sides. He had no choice but to swallow the muck and sweat. Fasa grimaced as he felt the dog sweat and dirt slide down his throat. The toes wiggles around him reminding him that he still had work to do. He turned back to the toe crotch before him. There was still plenty more mess to clean.

It went slowly. Fasa grudgingly dragged his tongue through fur. After the first pit was clean as he could get it the Shepherd examined it and allowed him to continue. The second toe went faster. This time Fasa had to clean the underside of the toe. The massive pad was leathery yet soft against his rough tongue. The panther had begun to enjoy the taste of the Shepherd's sweat. And with each pass, he licked more passionately. By the time he reached the second pit, he swallowed all of the grime and sweat he encountered. He had begun licking up toe jam before the toes relaxed around him. He took in great mouthfuls and swallowed them down quickly the grime and mess was disappearing much faster. Suddenly the toes opened and two padded fingers lifted Fasa from his prison.

The world was a blur once again. Fasa recovered from vertigo just in time to see the German Shepherd's large, brown eyes. "Good job." The giant said plainly, "but you can finish cleaning later." The world spun again. The panther found himself on something soft. He sat up. The sheets. Around him were walls of brown and black. Before him were two massive hanging spheres. This is what he'd been waiting for. They rested heavily on the bed, their fuzzy casing stretched tight. Above that was a long sheath, the blood red tip of a tapered penis barely visible. Far beyond that was the Shepherd's looming face. "I don't feel any pleasuring, slave." Fasa was surprised at that and stared up at the giant for a moment. "That's right. You're mine!" He leaned in, "now get to work before I crush you." The panther thought for a moment. Was that what he was? It didn't matter, what did was the great doghood in front of him.

Fasa stood and walked foreword. The intoxicating smell of male musk filled the air surrounding his quarry. The micro pressed into the soft fur of the scrotum, tentative at first, but then harder. His his paws sunk into the testicles' softness. He paused and then brought his whole body foreword to hug the massive balls. This was it. He sunk into the valley between the balls. The scrotum molded around him, covering his body in heat and softness. He reached up grasping a bit of fur and skin and hoisted himself up on top of the sac. It churned beneath his feet bouncing him a little as he attempted to regain balance. Here, the Shepherd's pride had emerged in its entirety. It was seven or eight times Fasa's hight and shone blood red and slick. Fasa reached out and hugged the base eliciting a moan from above. He couldn't dream of getting his arms all the way around, but he could try. A drop of pre spurted from the tip and ran down the underside to meet him, coating him in thick liquid and the dog's scent. If he wasn't before, he was most certainly the giant's property now. Fasa reached out with his rough tongue planting a kiss on that thick pillar of dog meat. It pulsed with blood as the knot began to form at the base. The kisses quickly turned into long licks. Replacing the sheen of pre and sweat with that of saliva. The penis tasted salty and felt smooth against his tongue. The giant leaned down and grasped Fasa with two fingers, rubbing his body up to the upper section of the tapered red obelisk and then back to the penis' base. The tiny panther was rubbed up and down the huge shaft of virility several more times. Fasa's minuscule form was covered in more precum with every pass. His fur was matted down with the thick moisture before he finally came to a stop just below the tip. He clung to the shaft to keep from sliding down. Even at its thinest point, he still couldn't get his arms all the way around. This didn't stop him from continuing his service. He kissed and licked the dog flesh with increasing excitement.

Meanwhile, the German Shepherd was also lost in lust. He had no idea something so small could feel so good. He reveled in the tiny tickles of the feline's tongue on his aching shaft. It wouldn't be long before he released.

Fasa shinnied up the remainder of the length. Before him was the dog's slit. It winked open and closed admitting what looked like gallons of pre at a time. At its widest Fasa could fit his head inside. He took one arm and plunged it in up to the shoulder. The slit winked around it still pumping out pre but it was a little thicker. More moans vibrated down from above. This was good. The panther took the other arm and pushed it into the urethra as well. The giant's fingers found their way to the throbbing penis. With one finger on each side the Shepherd pulled the opening slightly wider. This encouraged Fasa. With a final breath he pushed his head into the cockslit. It was dark and tight inside. The fluid pushed around the small body as he wiggled deeper. The giant's pulse could be felt through the tight walls. Fasa soon felt the urethra's warmth spread over his torso.

The Shepherd ran his handpaw down the underside if his cock. He growled with lust as he stroked his little toy deeper and deeper. Soon only a black tail remained outside the slit. He felt the tiny bulge the panther made in the underside of his shaft, moving deeper. With a final stroke, pleasure spread all over the dog's body. A bit of white spurted around the tip of the micro's tail before the pressure shot the little one out like a cannon followed by waves of sticky semen. Fasa landed on the dog's chest, covered in white cream. He licked up a little bit as more and more crashed down onto him. The flow weakened until it was only a trickle.

"My, my," the giant said, coming down from his high, "quite a talent you have, I'll have to keep you." He picked Fasa up by the tail and carried him into the bathroom and placed him under the sink. After a few minutes under the water, the cum was almost all gone. A massive hand reached down and plucked the panther up once more. "Now, what to do with you." The dog said. It was a short walk back to the bedroom where he pulled out a small cardboard box. "This should do for now." He said as he dropped Fasa inside. The top of the box was closed unceremoniously leaving Fasa in darkness.