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You're confused to find yourself as a micro. You remember wearing your cloaker before you went to sleep. What happened? Sovrim blends into the room at first, as he allows you a few moments to figure out just what's going on. Only once you come around does the hybrid allow his colors to shift to something more easily visible. "Oh Jevin. When were you going to let me know about your little secret, hmm?" Sovrim crouches down above you, with a broad, mischievous grin. "You're even smaller than most of the micros I've heard of before. If I didn't watch you shrink myself, I'd never have even found you down there." He slowly reaches down with his right hand, with his middle finger extended. "Climb on. I'll be careful when I pick you up." You try to climb on but even that fingertip is larger than your body; it's a challenge to get any grip on it at all.

As Sovrim realizes that you're having trouble simply climbing his finger, he smirks and tilts it forward more, sinking it into the carpet to try make it at least slightly easier for you. Once you're on his finger, he slowly lifts it up toward his face so he can get a proper look at you again. Your fur stands out against the pale green color of his palm, and his face looks like the branches of a tree as you come closer to it. "I will give it back. Eventually. I even have it right here," he says, using his tail to pick it up and hold it near his hand. It's just a couple inches away, but it's so far out of your reach. "First, though, I'm curious about where you live. How did you even survive as such a tiny wolf before you got one of these things?"

You briefly tell him about your home. Cities - small cities - tucked away in a dusty corner of the basement that Sovrim hasn't looked at in years. The way you correct yourself to say small cities makes him chuckle. It's a rather strange, deep sound from the hybrid holding you up. "I'd like you to show me, Jevin. Tell me where you grew up. Let me see what it's like being the size of a bread crumb. I'm... curious," he says, his grin widening in front of you. "Of course, if you don't, it's not like I can force you to tell me. But you can't force me to give your cloaker back either."

You have a bad feeling about it, but you also realize that you have little choice but to comply and you tell the salameleon how to find those tiny cities in the basement. Sovrim follows your instructions. He has to hold you a little closer to his head just so he can hear you, and he's certainly not looking down as you give him directions. As such he has no idea there are other tiny wolves on the floor in front of him and just keeps walking alone. If they end up crushed, that's not his problem; he likely doesn't even notice those tiny things popping beneath him. Relative to the specks, his feet are larger than a city block; there's no way those tiny things can outrun him. By the time he's visible, it's far too late for them. Upon finding the city, Sovrim carefully lowers you down toward the edges. "Oh wow... I never knew you all were down here." He smiles, but before long it curls into a devious grin once more. "I could do just about anything I wanted to you guys, couldn't I?"

Though you shout at him, pleading with him to show some restraint, Sovrim only just hears you as he looks over the city, with so many thoughts crossing his mind at once. He stays crouched down over it, with the scent of his feet carrying across the city. Before long, another scent comes forth... that of masculine arousal as his tip begins to peek from his maleslit. "Of course I'd never hurt a person Jevin. But you know as well as anyone that micros this tiny, legally, aren't even people." With that remark, he leans in closer and spots a crowd of tiny wolves attempting to flee. His tongue flicks out, smashing through buildings with the force of a meteor, and he catches hundreds of them on that round, bulbous, sticky tip. Then, just as quickly, he pulls the crowd back into his maw and gulps them down with ease, without even chewing. "Hmm. Not a bad flavor, really. Could use a bit of seasoning, of course..." With that, he begins to play with his crotch, using his right hand to fondle himself and aim his cocktip onto the city.

In an attempt to appease the 'giant' threatening your former home, you run to Sovrim's feet and begin licking them. You hope it will earn some mercy for your fellow micros. But if anything, Sovrim is amused at how quickly you get to work worshiping his toes. He grins and wiggles it slightly, wafting more of his toe-scent over you and the city laid out before him. "See, little ones? Jevin knows exactly how to worship a real person. If you have any hope of surviving today, you should throw yourself at my feet while you still can. Then you can spend your life drinking the sweat from my toes rather than trying to survive on crumbs. Both are pretty pathetic." The comment on sweat is pretty appropriate, too. The hybrid's toes are rather wet, and the taste is potent to match. Above you, Sovrim takes aim at the city with his dick and begins to piss. His urine is a pale yellow, but the well hydrated creature certainly has a lot to unload. He aims deliberately down one street after another, laughing as buildings simply collapse under the pressure. Micros fare no better, pushed under the surface or washed away in the flood.

Though you're licking feverishly at the wet skin of the amphibious giant above you, you don't even get the illusion of making progress on that enormous toe. The tiny amount of sweat you lick up is replaced, almost immediately, with a fresh volume of it. Sovrim's dick just swells larger as he continues to piss and enjoys the havoc he causes below, all by simply emptying his bladder. Truthfully, he doesn't even notice the small crowd that has obediently left the city and approached his feet; they're likely lost in the shadow of his manhood, one that easily dwarfs any of the buildings that pathetic species has created. Slowly, the flood trickles off, with a few final drops splashing down next to those who've run forth, coating them in his piss as well. "Just imagine, you all could be living on my body and I still wouldn't even notice. Nobody else would ever know you exist. You could almost make yourselves useful by cleaning my feet, or my maleslit. In fact, there's an idea..." His voice trails off. He shifts position, pulling his foot away from you for a moment as he gets onto his knees, then onto all fours. His now rock-hard cock now hangs heavily over a neighborhood he hasn't destroyed yet. And then, with a casual flick of his hips, that shaft slams down violently. Many things are crushed by the impact, but others end up stuck to the musky, slick flesh, mired in his natural fluids and left trapped against that member as it rises into the air once more.

Once again you shout up at him, but by now Sovrim's too turned on to care about what you're saying, not that he could likely hear your tiny voice oh-so-far beneath him. He starts jerking off, quickly, using the neighborhood he flattened just a few moments ago as extra lube. His hand jerks back and forth quickly, while his other hand slams down, open palm, on another city block. "I'm going to crush you like the bugs you are. You should be thanking me for ending your miserable existence. He laughs, letting his hand loom above before it swats down again. Each impact creates a shockwave that devastates nearby things as well. Buildings are toppled. Micros have their ears popped. Debris is carried away by the force. All the while, his hand moves faster and faster as he gets ready to cum.

It isn't that much longer before Sovrim cums, either. He lets out a deep, animalistic snarl as his cock erupts in a shower of cum. The thick cream crashes down violently, destroying what little remained of the city as he takes aim with his spurts. One shot knocks over the remaining buildings of the business district. Another crushes through a residential area. Anyone caught in that cum is unable to escape it; the thick goo seems to pull them in as the victims can't overcome the surface tension. When he's finished, Sovrim pants heavily and looks around behind him, trying to find you on the edge of that devastation. "Gee, Jevin. If I'd known visiting your friends was this much fun, I'd have had you bring me down here a long time ago. And you said there were more cities? You'll have to show me them sometime soon. " Sovrim reaches behind him and picks you up, squeezing you firmly between a forefinger and thumb on the hand not covered in cum. You're mired in his natural slickness, pinned in place against that digit. "Now to get upstairs. Perhaps I'll have you help clean me up before I give you that cloaker back."

As he turns to walk off, Sovrim doesn't even realize that the next city over was just a couple feet away. He moves right toward it, blissfully unaware of its existence, in the same way one doesn't acknowledge an ant hill on the sidewalk before stomping right on through it. His feet are still glistening with sweat; a few drops fall onto the ground below, marking a few 'lucky' ones with his scent before his foot actually comes down. That vast, crimson-colored appendage falls from the sky with no mercy at all. His toes crush through tens of thousands of buildings and snuff out hundreds of thousands of micros in an instant. Others end up under the main surface of his foot, 'safe' from the full pressure, but subject to the full scent, heat, and humidity of his paw, which itself is enough to cause the tiny things to swoon. A tiny number are 'lucky' enough to end up stuck to his toe, carried along for the ride when Sovrim begins to walk off again. He pivots on that foot, grinding out another large chunk of the landscape before he stomps off again, leaving behind a tiny amount of debris, something little more than dust compared to the 'god' who has just destroyed in seconds what they took decades to build. The distinct shape of his hindtoes remains on the ground, but the rest is a deep, musk-scented crater; nothing within is even remotely recognizable. Sovrim hums to himself as he walks upstairs, flipping off the light before shutting the door and leaving those micros to try pick up the pieces of their existence.