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Logan and Roxanna

It was sunset on an early spring day. A yellow furred fox strolled down the side walk on his long walk from school. As he passed a row of dandelions, which towered over his miniscule frame, he pulled a handkerchief out of the pocket of his plain white button up shirt.

"This thing always gets so messy when I walk by here," he said, whipping dust and pollen off of his thick, black rimmed glasses. "Let's see. I still have to finish my science project for this weekend's science fair," he began, placing his glasses squarely on his face, "and I still have to type up my research paper for English class."

He folded up the handkerchief and decided to take the time to double check his clothing for imperfections. He looked down at his khaki pants, which were held up to his body by tight red suspenders, to check for wrinkles. Then, he looked over his dress shirt with the same scrutiny. Happy with his dapper appearance, he continued on his way to home.

Suddenly, a paw wrapped around him, and he felt himself being picked up. Struggling to get free, the fox called for help and tried to push the paws apart with all the strength in his body. His entire being froze when he heard a growl from his captor.

" GRRRRrrrrrr! Now, be a good little micro foxy and it'll all be over quick."

Being more of a thinker than a fighter, the micro fur complied. He was stuffed into a tight denim jean pocket and waited for whatever would happen next.

***

Too scared to call for help despite his muzzle slightly sticking out, the seven and a half inch tall fox remained motionless in the tight denim prison, breathing for air out of the slight opening of the pocket. Every move of his captor's leg constricted what oxygen the canid was able to take in. After what seemed like a hour, the tiny fur felt a paw reach in and pull him out; he flew through the air as he was tossed onto a soft, black pillow sitting on a firm mattress. He gasped for breath as he tried to survey his surroundings.

The room was filled with black furniture: a desk, a dresser, and a table with a flat screen television. Posters from rock and heavy metal bands decorated the walls the room. Black curtains draped over tented windows.

"Wadaya you think of my humble abode, my little toy?" The voice was gruff, predatory, and one he had heard before.

The frightened micro fox turned around to see the dark grey she-wolf he had known since childhood. "Oh. H-h-hi, Ro-roxanna." The fox's voice held a certain mix of fear and nervousness towards the female lupine.

The two had been next-door neighbors for over half of their lives. They played together all throughout elementary school and part of middle school. Around seventh grade, they began to drift apart due to their differing interests and friends. Logan hung out with his fellow geeks whereas Roxanna became friends with the rougher kids. By the time they reached high school, the two would pass each other in the halls every day, without so much as a wave or a word.

The she-wolf stood there in her black leather boots, black jeans, white tube-top, and black leather jacket, having just turned around from locking her door. The dark grey canid licked her black lips and said, "Hello, little Logan. It's been a while since we last talked." Without another word, she stripped off her jacket and tossed it to the side. She looked directly at the fox and said in an imposing tone, "Strip, bitch."

The fox stared up at the ash colored woman towering over him with a look of disbelief and confusion. He responded, "What?" in a questioning tone as his mind tried to contemplate what was happening.

The micro fur's ex-friend sat at the head of the bed, spread-eagle, with a leg dangling over each side of the mattress. She extended a paw to the tiny fox, who froze due to her sudden movements. She carefully traced her pad along his body, head to toe and said, "Do you remember when we were in middle school? Ya promised me something. Something ya said ya'd never give anyone else."

While he was being fondled by the lupine, the fox's anxious mind searched his memories for what Roxanna was referring to. Unable to recall, he said in a stammered response, "I-I do not know what y-y-you are talking about." The fox began to feel heated from the she-wolf's possessive touch and dominant manner.

She growled softly, yet audibly, causing the tiny canid to flinch out of reflex. "That actually hurts. I'm still a girl, after all." She slammed her paw on the bed right next to her prey and continued, "We girls don't like to be teased and promised only to be let down."

"I'm sorry," the fox replied in a reflexive, high pitched, tone of voice. He was on all fours and looking down at the bed, cowering before his dominant giantess while he began to feel a stirring in his loins. Before he knew it, he was picked up by the young lady. He felt her grip tighten, constricting his breathing, as she brought him to eye level.

"Your virginity," she began in an angry tone. "Ya promised that I would be your first and that when we were both eighteen ya would fuck me. Today is my eighteenth birthday, so I thought it was time I collected.

"Ya haven't so much as had a date in your whole life, so I know that tiny dick of yours has yet to know the feel of real pussy. Ya should be grateful that I remembered, otherwise ya'd be a virgin at graduation."

"But I want to wait until I marr-UUH." The yellow and black fox was cut off by a slight squeeze from the she-wolf. With what little breath he could muster, he pled, "Please, stop!"

"Say 'please let me fuck ya, Mistress,' and I will."

The weak willed micro canid repeated, "Please let me....fuck you, Mistress," in hopes of being set free.

"Please, let a what?" Roxanna sadistically asked as she gave him another firm, quick squeeze.

"Please let me fuck you, Mistress."

"I still can't hear ya."

All between the lupine's dominant energy, the lack of air, and the apparent hopelessness of his situation, the fox's hidden masochistic tendencies began to surface. Unable to hold back anymore, he shouted, " I WANT TO FUCK YOU, MY MISTRESS! PLEASE LET ME, MISTRESS!"

Laughing from the tiny male's sudden enthusiasm, the she-wolf let go of the fox and let him fall again onto the pillow. Not allowing him any time to recover, the she repeated her command. "Strip, bitch."

"May I turn around and face away from you, Mistress?" asked the miniscule fur in a tense manner.

"No." The she-wolf's face bore a countenance of infuriation, and her voice possessed a tenor of anger. "If I have to repeat myself a third time, it'll be bad for ya."

The tiny anthro resigned himself to his fate and pulled his suspenders off of his shoulders and over his arms, one at a time. The micro canid then unbuttoned his now wrinkled white dress shirt slowly, with his digits fumbling at each one. While looking down in shame, he undid all the buttons and let his shirt fall to the pillow.

"Good little foxy," the lupine trapper said, offering hollow praise to the fox disrobing in front of her. "Now the pants. And hurry it up; I'm getting impatient."

Unable to look up, his gazed remained on the mattress while he unfastened the button and zipper of his khakis. He took a deep breath and let go of the trousers. His eyes were greeted by the tent in his math symbol print boxers. He was now almost nude, exposed to the elements. His yellow body was shaded red from the mix of heat and embarrassment he felt coming from within. He gripped the waistband with his paws and hesitated to continue. He suddenly felt her gaze pierce his micro body and began to shake from the sensation. Remembering what the dominant giantess had said about repeating herself, Logan pulled down his undergarment in one swift motion and stepped out of his clothing. He quickly covered his privates with his hands, bending his back and knees. His black, half inch foxhood suffocated behind his tightly cupped paws. His ears caught the growl coming from deep inside Roxanna and he instinctively stood up straight with his arms at his sides; however, he could not get himself to lift his head.

"That's a good little micro toy," said the lupine in a superior tone. "Ya like being ordered around don't ya?"

"N-no, Mistress."

"Don't lie to me!" the female canid almost roared and caused Logan to flinch in fright.

"Y-y-yes, Mistress, I like b-b-being ordered around" he uttered in a nervous, submissive tone.

"Who's my obedient micro-slave?" she asked in a quieter, but no less intense voice.

"I am."

"Ya what?"

"I am your obedient micro-slave."

"Did ya forget who ya talking to?!" Her voiced raised slightly.

His eyes closed from reflexive fear, the seven and a half inch canid replied, "No, Mistress. Your obedient micro-slave knows you are his mistress."

"Then lift your head up, ya punk ass little bitch, and look at me," she ordered with dominant energy shooting forth from her voice.

The fox lifted his head up; his eyes widened at the site that met him: The she wolf was on her bed, nude and spread-eagle. Logan was so caught up in his embarrassment and submissiveness that he had failed to notice the she wolf had stripped herself down to nothing. His eyes were drawn to her supple breasts, which were big enough to bury the face of a normal sized fur. His eyes focus squarely on her black nipples, which stood in great contrast to her dark grey fur.

The she-wolf caressed her tits and said, "Like what a see, fuck toy?"

"Y-Yes, my mistress," responded Logan, unable to pull his eyes away.

"Ya'd never get your nerdy paws on anything near this nice would ya, ya little bitch?"

"No, Mistress." The tiny fox frowned from the comment; he felt that it was true. No girl had ever asked him out, and every time he made the first move he would be turned down.

"Ya want this?" she asked sliding her pads up and down over her nipples.

"Yes, Mistress...May I?"

"May ya what, micro-slave? What can ya and your pitiful little micro body do for me?"

"M-Mistress, please let me...," the cadis voice held a imploring tone.

"Let ya what, ya twiggy little geek?"

"Let me crawl round your breasts, Mistress," the fox now had an air of neediness.

"My what?" she replied in a tone that let the fox know she wanted him to continue.

"Your tits , Mistress." His natural subservient nature showed itself more and more with each word. "Please, let this insignificant, undeserving, drip of a man have the honor and privilege of putting his miniscule frame on your tits. Please, Mistress!" His fists were clenched from the need to feel his giantess' womanly orbs.

The wolfess used one black padded digit to beckon the miniature yellow fox. "If ya want it, micro-bitch, then ya'll have to climb up onto 'em."

The meek canid slowly approached the lupine; he was still tried to fight off is baser urges, to no avail. He placed a shaky hand on her leg and hesitated. He felt Roxanna's paw swiftly pick him up and plunge him into her breasts. There he lay, barely able to breathe in between the huge mounds of fur, flesh, and fat.

The dominating bitch used her hands to knead and squeeze her tits together, smothering the trapped micro fur. "I've waited fuckin' long enough," she said angrily. "If ya gonna be an indecisive little piss ant, I'll have to just do with ya what I please."

Logan was conflicted. Claustrophobia caused him to instinctually panic and attempt to crawl, but his masochistic and subservient side begged for more. The she-wolf's jugs constantly shifted, making it difficult to move, inhale, think, or talk. As it got harder and harder to breathe, arousal built up more and more inside of him. Pre began to leak profusely from his dick.

Relishing in feel the fox's struggle between her mammaries, Roxanna began to moan slightly. As the tiny male's body was restricted, tossed, and crushed, his small claws trying to grasp at her tits, her sense of supremacy was fueled by his submissiveness. His muffled pleas hitting her ear only heightened her own sexual excitement. When she felt his pre running down her chest, she knew the time was right.

She pulled apart her breasts and let the miniature fur slide down her pre-soaked body and hit the mattress. When he tried to stand up, she pushed him, face first, into her hot, wet, waiting vadge. "Crawl on in micro-bitch."

Upon that order, Logan pushed his way through her fuck hole. As he went in deeper and deeper, she moaned from the constant pleasure of the submissive fox's effort to please her. "Hhhnn...That's it, little Logan. Just...HN....a little....deeper." She panted slightly between her words, as Logan searched for her love spot.

"Yes, my Mistress." The canid's words vibrated within Roxanna's pussy, causing her to moan slightly. He was now all the way in; he felt around for the coveted bundle of nerves that would allow him to give ecstasy to his dominatrix. Although he was still nervous, he now wanted nothing more than to give his purity to the woman he was now inside. After about two more inches in, he planted his hand on a point that made the she-wolf growl in pleasure. He had found her g-spot. He positioned his hard micro cock over the spot and began to slowly hump.

"OH FUCK!" Roxanna screamed when she felt Logan fucking her button. She steadied herself and gripped the bed sheets. She moaned and growled as she said "I bet ya happy now. Aren't ya, micro-slave?" She felt Logan increase his sped and force in response to comment. Rearing her head back, she responded, "I thought soOOOOO."

Logan pumped away at the alpha-she-wolf's g-spot. He relished in the increasing wetness and warmth in the confines of her vagina. His dick was full of canid cock juice and sensitive from the friction. Using everything within him, he fought to hold back his edging orgasm until she reached hers. Soon he began to slow down, his energy starting to run out.

"Common, bitch, get back to work." The lupine's panting words caught Logan's ears. "I'm almost there."

Not wanting to disappoint his giantess, the micro fox pulled together his resolve and pushed himself to continue plowing with all the strength he could muster. He began to moan as loud as he could; his sounds of pleasure echoed within Roxanna and furthered her pleasure.

Her own growls and moans almost reverberated in her room as she neared her sexual climax. Leaning against the headboard of her bed, she braced herself for an intense orgasm. Her vaginal walls tightened and began to constrict the micro fox inside of her.

Unable to hold back any longer, Logan clenched his eyes shut and put all his remaining energy into one final thrust of his microhood into the alpha-she-wolf's fuck button. His entire body shook violently as he screamed at the top of his lungs from his first ever orgasm from intercourse. His cock fired out wad after wad of fox cum, heating the lupine's g-spot.

Reaching climax from Logan's screams and trembling, Roxanna's body sized; her cunt filled up with pussy juice and discharged it all over her black bed sheet. While moaning from the unbridled pleasure and feeling the heat of Logan's canid cum, she felt the micro male fly out of her vaginal shunt, sending even more waves of sexual ecstasy through her body. The tiny canid lay there, face down in her jizz; she developed a most devious and satisfied smile as she watched the white of her orgasmal fluid almost completely cover his yellow and black, little body.

Logan, panting for breath, relished the feel of the slick fluid around him; he felt as if his entire body was still inside his mistress' pussy. His eyes remained shut as he felt himself being picked up by the scruff of his neck. "She must be picking me up to tell me how good I was," he thought with a slight bent of masculine pride. He slightly opened his eyes to see her face. When he saw her gaping maw, his eyes fully opened from fearful instinct. "No, Mistress, please don't! I promise I'll do better!" He felt her let go of him and fell into her waiting mouth. " NOO** OOO *OOO* OOO *OOO* O0O ***!*" was all he could get himself to scream as she swallowed him whole in one gulp.

Roxanna, satisfied with the taste of her prey, relaxed against the headboard of her bed, the vibrations of Logan's screams and the massaging of his struggle lulling her into a deep post-orgasm sleep.