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Logan and Roxanna (Revisited)

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.

"Hold still, microfag!" The voice, the sound of which made the tiny fur go limp with submissiveness, was gruff and dominant. "Someone is paying me a lot of money to pick your little ass up and take you to the designated meeting place."

The next thing he knew, the yellow bodied, black pawed fur was shoved into the side zipper of a backpack. He held tightly onto an elastic pencil strap as the bigger fur said, "This is going to be a long bumpy ride, so you better get a hold of something."

His captor sped off on a bike towards their destination. Logan would have been tumbling around the pocket of the school bag had he not clung to the strap for dear life. His captor did not try to make the journey a smooth one. The tiny fox could feel every bump and curve that his kidnapper took. The vulpine pleaded with the faceless captor, but his cries fell upon deaf ears.

After about half an hour, all movement stopped. Logan took the moment of motionlessness to breathe before the captor got off his bike and walked. This new pace was much easier for the micro to deal with. He began to contemplate on what was happening when the zipper opened and a red paw picked him up and dropped him into a glass jar. As the lid was closed, the canid looked up and felt momentary relief that the top was poked full of holes. He looked through the clear glass, hoping to figure out where he was based on his surroundings.

He was in a bedroom. The walls were covered in black wallpaper with pink red and white floral patterns. White curtains were carefully pulled to the sides of the huge windows that seemed to touch the ceiling. What sunlight was left for the day shone into the room and on an elegant bed, which posts towered high above even average sized furs. Curtains with the same colors and pattern of the wallpaper were draped beautifully and tied to the posts. Glass cabinets filled with dolls of various shapes, sizes, and materials occupied the entire wall opposite the windows. A huge flat screen television hung sturdily on the wall beside the tall double doors.

Logan knew he was not in his part of town. The room was clearly part of a larger mansion in the more well-to-do part of town. This was confirmed when he looked out the window behind the oak table, which his glass prison was placed upon. The fox could see many large houses with elaborate yards and expansive properties. Expensive cars dotted the long, winding driveways of the neighbors' dwellings, and everything was quiet. It was all different from the crowed, loud, and cramped middle class area of town, where he grew up and still lived in.

The micro turned his attention to the door when he heard it creek open. An older gentlemen, dressed in a white dress shirt with matching gloves, and black pants with matching, shoes, tie and blazer stepped through the door and closed it behind him. His dark attire contrasted prominently with his white body. His head feathers were peppered in black, and his eyes were a soul piercing electric blue. His face was adorned by a pair of small, armless spectacles with circular lenses, which stat neatly and carefully upon his beak.

The owl butler looked down at the imprisoned fox and said dutifully, "My apologies for the discourteous way in which you were brought here, Young Sir. There's a bath waiting for you and a change of clothes to wear for dinner tonight."

The teen looked up at the avian. He was confused about everything: being kidnapped on his way home from school, being taken on the rough ride in the backpack, being trapped in a jar. Now, all of a sudden, he was being treated like an honored guest. Being so caught up in his thoughts, the fox could only look up at the man servant with a confused visage.

Sensing the boy's unease and confusion, the strigiforme straightened his glasses and cleared his throat, preparing to give an explanation. "Allow me to tell you of your situation," the butler began as he stood up straight and looked down at Logan. "As I am sure you are aware, your family has been in some dire financial trouble as of late. Both of your parents have lost their jobs, and their unemployment is about to run out. Young Miss herd of your situation and wasted no time to graciously offer your parents financial support in return for having the privilege to take care of you. She is, in effect, renting you until such a time as they can get back on their feet.

"I understand that this is a lot of information to process; however, we don't have time to dally. Dinner will be ready soon, and you have to get ready."

The owl immediately picked up the jar and carried it to the bathroom, being sure to walk carefully for the fox. He gently placed the fox's prison on a table with a doll house size bathtub on top of a towel. The owl opened the lid and reached in to pull out the stupefied vulpine. As the butler placed the boy on the table, Logan was unresponsive, his mind busily processing his predicament.

The man servant declared in a polite, yet stern, manner, "Young Sir, you will need to strip and get into the bath."

Logan simply nodded, with his mind acting on auto pilot. He took off his clothes and discarded them on the table as the avian poured him some hot water into the doll bath. Being nude in front of bigger males was nothing he was not accustomed to; he did it every day for gym class. Logan got in the tub and tried to let his mind settle. While he scrubbed himself with the micro sized bath gel, he began to calm down, understanding his parent's motives. Still, he could not help but wonder who exactly this "Young Miss" the butler mentioned was. He stood up and got out of the bath.

The white owl, who stood attentively by the tub and waited for the younger male to finish, used a blow dryer, set on low, to save time drying off the lad. He gingerly combed the lad's fur, used his finger to gently rub a small amount of expensive cologne into boys fur, and laid out a fresh change of clothes for Logan: a white tuxedo and long-sleeved dress shirt, and black loafers, dress pants, and bowtie.

In a manner befitting an unscrupulous and devoted butler, the older male declared with impeccable dictation, "Young Sir, these are your clothes for this evening. Young Miss took great care to pick these out for you herself. Be sure that you thank her for her consideration. She desires, and deserves, the best from everyone around her. Be sure to mind your Ps and Qs; do everything to make her feel at ease. This is your first meeting and will determine your future here. Is that clear?" The man servant held his erect posture as he looked down upon the teen, who was dressing himself.

"Yes, sir." Logan looked up and gave an affirming nod.

"You may call me, Galesworth, Young Sir."

After he finished dressing, the small vulpine looked at himself in a doll-sized full body mirror to check for imperfections. "How do I look, Galesworth?" he asked, looking up to the huge avian.

A smile crosses his beak as he looked down and smiled at the fox. "Like a prince, Young Sir. I think Young Miss will be most happy with your appearance." He holds out a wing to the little fur. "It is time for you to meet your renter; let us not tarry."

Shaking with nervousness, the yellow fox steps onto the avian's wing, and Galesworth walks slowly, gently with the boy to the private dining room.

Upon entering the room, the two were greeted by the smile of a young, sky blue dragoness, who was sitting at a circular dinner table. The teenage girl had long, flowing blonde hair and eyes of garnet. She wore a strapless, hot pink evening gown, which had a slip that stretched from her dainty footclaws to her slender waistline, black pantyhose, and glossy, white heels. Over her breasts, which to the fox looked to be about a B-cup in size, she wore a sapphire broach, tucked between her womanly orbs.

Galesworth dutifully put his heels together and straightened his posture as he announced the arrival of the reptilian's anticipated guest. "Young Miss, I present to you the Young Sir." The butler approached the table and kindly set Logan down on the opposite side of the round table from the adolescent female.

Logan almost drooled at the site of all the exquisite and expensive dishes that were laid out on the table. When he was placed on the surface, the micro fox looked up to his hostess, who smiled back down upon him. His captivation changed from the food to the giantess looming over him. "Who is this lovely young lady in front of me? There is something about her that...that makes me want...want...to just be with her." The vulpine was so entranced by her beauty, that he did not pay any attention to the conversation between the girl and her servant.

"Will there be anything else, Young Miss?"

"No, Galesworth." The dragoness' voice was polite and soft. "We have all that we need here. Go make sure that everything is ready for after dinner."

"As you wish, Young Miss." The butler made his exit, turning to bow to the two teens before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Logan sat down on a tiny seat placed on his side of the table. In front of that seat was a table that was just his dimension, with micro sized portions of all the same food that around the rest of the table. The smell of the scrumptious dishes filled his nose with pleasant aromas. He had never had the chance to eat such delectable fare before. He looked up to the dragoness and said, "Thank you so much for the hospitality, Young Miss."

The girl giggled at his attempt at formality. "You can call me Roxanna. Only the servants call me Young Miss."

"Roxanna?"

"Yes, Logan?"

"What exactly am I? Galesworth explained things to me, but I'm not understanding what my job is here. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to help my parents, and I can tell that everything here is really nice, but I'm not sure what my purpose for being here is."

Roxanna cleared her throat before answering the micro's question in a delicate manner. "The simple answer is that you are my playmate and pet. You see, a'm home schooled by tutors that my parents hired. I do not have many friends and have spent the majority of my spare time on the computer. To get me to spend more time away from technology, my parents told me that I could hire someone to spend time with.

I wanted to find someone who could use the money, so Galesworth helped me find your parents. I'm basically paying them your weekly earnings long enough for them to get back on their feet. You don't have to worry about your education. I've arranged for you to take classes with me. We are the same age and in the same grade, so it really should not be much different from the instruction you would get in public school. Aside from that, I can pay for any food, clothes and other necessities that you may need."

Logan listened intently to the dragoness' exposition on his situation. Then they shared a casual meal together.

***

After dinner, the newly acquainted teens were in Roxanna's room. They gathered at a table, where the yellow micro explored his new living space, a dollhouse that was refurbished with its own plumbing and electrical system, as the dragoness peered through the window. The vulpine was amazed at the once toy building; it felt just like a house made for a micro. It had modern technology--a flat screen television, a sound system, computers with internet access--and real furniture. The closet was full of new clothes bought just for him. He could now take hot baths instead of lukewarm showers; he could use the net without constant glitching; he could lay his head on a soft mattress, rather than have to constantly reposition himself on an old, worn out, creaking one; he had nice clothing to wear.

Roxanna giggled at his increasing enthusiasm for his situation. She opened the house by unlatching the clips on the roof and spreading the two halves of the hinged building in opposite directions. Logan, who was too caught up in his enjoyment of the new house, didn't even realize what happened, until he turned around and fell backward from the site of the reptile's giant face.

Laughing at his response, Roxanna asked the micro, "Do you like your new home, my pet?"

The fox instantly jumped up to his feet, then bowed on a bended knee to the reptilian. "Yes, Mistress," he declared with a tone of joyous submissiveness in his voice. He took to his new role very quickly. He was captivated by her beauty and the respect she elicited from her servants. He wanted to show her the proper reverence.

The dragoness extended a claw to him, and he nuzzled her finger happily. She murred with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Now, Logan, are you ready for your first duty as my pet?"

The tiny canid simply bowed and declared in an obedient tone, "I am, Mistress."

"Good boy."

The young lady reached for the micro and picked him up with two fingers, using her free claw, she tore away his tuxedo in one swipe. When he tried to cover his exposed sheath, she momentarily glared at him, causing the blushing, nervous fur to place his hands at his side. She held the obedient fox in the palm of her hand and gently ran the claw over pet's tiny, warming body. When his cock poked out of its fleshy covering, she flicked her long, thin tongue teasingly over it.

Logan moaned as his new mistress lapped at his foxhood and began to moan, throwing his nervousness to the wind. "Oooh, Mistress," he shuddered, "I am not worthy!"

The commanding young lady then stopped her tongue's probing of the boy and said, "You've been a perfect little gentlemen tonight, my pet. That alone makes you desirable. Keep being a good boy, and my rewards for you will be boundless; but, I warn you, I am a demanding mistress."

The tiny male lapped on the claws surrounding him as she spoke. The thought of being directed and rewarded for his efforts by this creature of beauty and poise brought his arousal into full view of the reptile. "Whatever you command, Mistress, I will do." His yellow furred, black pawed body began to glow a shade of pink from letting this unknown side of him out for the first time ever in his young life.

With a satisfied grin, Roxanna, put the boy on the table and turned around. She bent down on her knees, leaned slightly back, and pulled up her long, flowing, golden follicles to reveal the zipper of her pink dress to the exposed micro. "Unzip," she said, the single word having a tone of command unlike any other the red blooded fox had never heard before in his life.

The vulpine held the tab and pulled it back as the she dragon pushed herself to her feet. The crown cascaded over the teeth and revealed her sky blue, scalie back. After her pet had let go of the tab, Roxanna let the evening gown fall elegantly to the floor. She stepped out of it and gently pushed it under the table. Logan licked his lips in anticipation from the site of his mistress slowly taking off her heels, first one then the other. She bent forward, pushing out her supple ass to him, to pull down her black pantyhose and reveal her red lace panties, which were held to her body by oh-so-thin drawstrings tied on either side of her hips.

The young canid was lost in the erotic scene of the giantess' stripping in front of him. Before he had realized it, she swiped him up, put him on her perky breasts and walked to a black sofa. The shifting of her round womanly spheres caused the fox to leak pre all over them as he whimpered and moaned from the new sensation of submissive bliss. She lay gently on the sofa and let the micro male have his fun, nuzzling and licking her dragonic mammaries.

She used a single digit to pet the eager fur, causing him to knead his paws on her boobs in response. He was so taken by the warmth and sophistication of the young lady, that he crawled over her soft, supple globes and reached his head out for a kiss; she graciously obliged, placing her lips on his small forehead.

"Mistress...I love you," the prostrate fox declared to the giant female as his tail slowly wagged.

"I'm getting to be fond of you too." The dragoness' reply proved her earlier statement about being a demanding mistress.

"Is there any way I can pleasure you and earn your affection tonight?"

"Pleasure me the way no other man has done before."

"I hear and obey, Mistress." The fox bowed his head down to the reptile before turning around and crawling again over her womanly orbs and down to the red lace covering of her feminine treasure. His eyes widened at the unexpected tent he saw under her panties. Undeterred, he scurried over to the drawstring, clamped down on it with his maw, and carefully pulled the string, untying the delicate bow; he crawled over to the other side and undid the other bow in the same fashion. The dragoness reached over him and pulled the undergarment from under her, tossing it to the side and revealing her erect, rigid, black cock and wet, quivering, pink cunt.

Logan dutifully nuzzled her curved dick and brushed his tail lightly over her pouted lips, prompting the budding woman to moan from the pleasure. In this way, he caressed every ridge and fold to bring great pleasure to his mistress, with promising results. He licked and suckled on the head of her meaty rod and pushed his black tipped tail into her female flower; she moaned and arched her pelvis up towards the ceiling in response to his actions.

Encouraged by her body's reactions to his loving motions, he leaned back as he held on to her now throbbing tool to slide his tail into her vagina, all the way down until his sat on her cunt. He swished and swiped his tail around inside of her and felt her walls quiver and moisten from the attention. Simultaneously, he suckled on the very tip of her scalehood and ran his paws over what he could of the massive shaft. The combined scent of masculine and feminine musk began to mix inside of his nose, driving him to double his efforts.

The dragoness' moans began to increase steadily in volume as she neared her dual climax. In an aloof yet gratifying tone, she exclaimed, "Logan, I'm so close!" moaning through the words. She commanded, "Tell Mistress, how bad you want it."

"My dear Mistress," the subservient canid began in a pleading voice, "I want to be covered all over with both of your orgasmic fluids." He continued his work on both of her parts, stopping only to speak. "I want...No...I need them...to saturate...every fiber of my being...and mark me...as eternally yours...Please, Mistress...Let me have...your juices...so that I can be...worthy of such a...strong, beautiful woman...like you!"

With a pleased growl, she said through her pleasure, "Here it comes: a well-deserved treat for my pet." Her pet's words, along with his rapid tongue and tail movements, sent Roxanna over the edge and down the long, lustful mountain of simultaneous genital orgasm. Her sperm drenched the micro's head and chest as he swallowed as much as he could; the liquid fruits of the vaginal orgasm coated his tail, ass, and legs as he continued to probe the walls of her canal with his thick, bushy extension.

Moans of desire from the dragon hit the fox's ear, causing his now knotted, chisel-headed staff to erupt in his own orgasm. He derived his pleasure simply from the sensations he gave his mistress; he didn't touch his foxhood even once. As his load shot in ropes from his cock, he fell back onto her slick, flexing vagina.

The dragoness reached down with a trembling claw and picked up the panting canid. She brought him to her muzzle and gave the murring vulpine a tender kiss. Logan ran his paws over Roxanna's face as he returned the kiss.

The reptilian, suddenly, popped the tiny fox into her maw and tossed him around, her long, thin tongue running over his entire body. He murred even louder from the quick, nimble organ caressing his entire body. The micro didn't even realize he was swallowed whole down her throat until he hit her second stomach.

"MISTREEEEEEEEESS!" He screamed and began pounding on her stomach walls. "What did I do? Whatever it was, I'm sorry." The panicking canid begins to whimper and whine from the mix of failure, betrayal, and disappointment.

"I told you I was a demanding mistress, didn't I?" The young dragon lady rubbed her second stomach, the one she reserved for the fulfillment of her vore fetish. She had no plans to digest her pet and would retrieve him later; he would be safe there in the meantime. However, he didn't need to know that.

"Now, you have two options. You can wait for me to burp you out, or you can find your own way out. I'm going to relax for a nap now. I'll see you later one way or another, if my enzymes do get to you first." The fox began to pound and scream louder from the thought of being digested; everything now reverberated throughout the reptile's torso. "He'll forget all about this when he sees the collar I got for him," she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and nestled into the couch.

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.