{"sf1_id":764074,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Dark Cell: Red Cabbage Soup","author":"darkmaster03","words":2077,"posted_at":"2014-10-03T21:15:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Feline","Giant","Human","M/M","Macro","Male","Paws","Plot Development","Story Progression","Story Series","crush","micro","paw"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/764074-the-dark-cell-red-cabbage-soup","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/764074","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=764074\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"As the protagonist becomes aware once more, he comes to realise that even the tender moments are often filled with pain.","content":"\nThe Dark Cell:  Red Cabbage Soup\nBy darkmaster03\n \nMay 22 2014 4:44am\n \nThe smell of red cabbage soup, hit my nose. My mouth opened\nand just as my tongue touched that wet fur, a soapy taste entered my mouth. The\nrunoff from his chest fur, cascading down as he held me against himself under\nthe shower. I tried to push away from him, my hands were encased in some sort\nof metal gloves, which in turn were chained to the collar around my neck.\nUnaware that I was being held up so high, I started to thrash in his grip,\nwhich he lost as my body twisted free.\n \nFalling onto a wet tiled floor, I whacked my tailbone very\nhard. The impact sent a painful sensation up my spine, which I couldn't rub in\nanyway. All I could do was grit my teeth, pinch my eyes tight and wait for the\npain to alleviate.\n \nI couldn't believe I was tossed back in here. \"This isn't\nreal.\" I said to myself, \"I'm not bound anymore!\" Hearing these words echo in\nthe darkness around me, as if somehow the cuffs on my hands would disappear.\n\"Then if I step on you, you won't feel a thing?\" A voice asked from high above.\nMy chest and my legs were covered by a smooth pad, my head was in-between his\nfurred toes. Weight suddenly increased on my chest, as my legs went numb in the\ncold water. \"No, I will, I mean I do.\" I said. Feeling the weight of his wet\npad lift off of me. Warm, furry fingers surrounded me, as I felt myself lifted\nback against his chest.\n \nLooking straight ahead, the water felt cool and comforting\nas it rained down from above, warmed just enough by his body, that it wasn't\nicy. \"Do you know what it feels like to be raped by a hairy monster twice your\nsize, only to see it have his organ eviscerated in front of you, mere moments\nlater?\" I said out of the blue. The sight of that creature thrashing in pain\nwas still in front of me, I closed my eyes and pressed my face against that\nmuscular wall of fur. \"I should have just let you step on me, honestly...I didn't\nfeel a thing.\" In my attempt to redact my earlier statement, my eyes filled\nwith tears.\n \nHe lifted me to his face, and gave me a lick. \"I could never\nhurt you, much less take your life. Besides it was just a dream, you'll\neventually stop having them, and always wake up here, with me.\" His large sharp\nteeth flashed in front of me, as he spoke with convincing realism. Placing me\non a lower platform, he squatted in front of me. \"Just relax and keep still.\"\nHe said, as I heard him lathering a bar of soap in-between his paws.\n \nHis finger dabbed the underside of my chin, the motion\nparted the hairs, allowing me to feel how thick my beard had actually gotten,\nand it wasn't long at all. I wanted to ask him a question, but he said hold\nstill, so I waited. My head was gripped and held firmly, as I felt something\nscrape the underside of my neck, traveling upwards toward my chin. The way some\nof my hairs, were pulled out by the motion, it felt like an old razor blade. I\ncouldn't do anything, I didn't want to scream from the pain for fear of it\nsinking into my neck, nor did I have the ability to pull back. Tears started to\nwell up in my eyes as, I felt blood trickle down from where the hairs were\npulled out. All that I can do, is pinch my eyes tight and think about how it\nwill be over soon.\n \nThe pain gets to me, after he scrapes my cheek. My nerves\nmake my legs shake, and he knows it's hurting badly, it became excruciating\nafter mere moments later. His wide, warm tongue licks up the blood gushing from\nthe wound, which feels better than merely washing it off with freezing cold\nwater. I know he enjoys my taste, otherwise he wouldn't do it this way. He used\nto ask me every time, if he could lick me, just so I would say yes, only once\ndid I say no. The first time. Such a wonderful, compassionate creature, I\nwonder if he'll ever get fed up with me. I ask him a lot of questions, though\nmost of the time he just talks to me, out of boredom. \"I love you.\" That is the\nthanks he gets, which he returns with a smile, every time. No matter how much\npain I have to tolerate.\n \nFeeling the smooth texture of his furry fingers, as they\npressed against the crown of my head, affectionately rubbing with lathered\npaws. \"How do I tell, if I'm alive?\" I asked. His fingers stopped rubbing, as\nhe thought for a moment. Kneeling down beside me, he looked into my eyes. \"You\ncan't tell if you're alive.\" He told me. Usually he asks for permission before\ndoing anything sexual, or rough. But he cupped his right paw against my back,\nhis thumb pressed onto the back of my head, so I wouldn't be able to pull away.\nHis furry lips pressed into mine, as his wide tongue entered my mouth. As his\neyes closed, just for a few moments, I was enveloped in complete darkness. \"You're\nalive to me.\" He said.\n \nThose beautiful eye's opened, and I saw him smile as he rose\nback up. He continued lathering my hair, with his paws. He didn't say another\nword, but I heard him lick his lips many times. It was over even before it\nstarted. The way he tasted, and the texture of his giant tongue was\nunforgettable. I've never been kissed this way by him before, it was always a\nlick. Sometimes, a slow lick, other times I kissed his tongue, as he licked my\nface. But this time... It must have been the way I sounded, when I asked the\nquestion. He did it, even though it wasn't his way of normally showing\naffection, I guess he didn't know what else to do.\n \nThe haircuts kept getting better and better, every time.\nEven though he had to use that dull shaving instrument, to slice through\nstrands of my hair. It was perfectly executed, he had impressive feline\ndexterity, as I felt his fingers artfully crafting his favorite look for me.\nWhen he was satisfied, he picked me up and held the back of my head, over the\nfreezing cold running water. The water caused my hair to drape over my\nforehead, as furry fingers loosened the bits of loose hair, before he ruffled me\ndry with his towel, and placed me onto his bed. I sat up and watched the\ndarkness, as he brushed my hair from the floor and placed it into the garbage\npail.\n \nWhen he was done, he brought me onto his chest, as he lay on\nhis back. \"Stand up, I want to check my handiwork.\" He told me, as he lowered\nme from his grip. I did as I was told, I couldn't help but smirk as his eyes\nstood over me. Feeling his fingers grasp my cheeks, as he gently turned my head\nfrom side to side. \"You're perfect.\" He said, as his large finger gave me a\nfriendly poke, causing me to fall backwards, onto his muscular fluffy chest.\n \nWith eager enthusiasm, I got up and walked over to his\ncrotch. His large feline penis had been poking out for quite some time after he\nlicked my face. As my lips pressed against the smooth feline skin...\"hey, I don't\nwant you sticky, five seconds after you've been cleaned up.\" He said. With his\nleft hand, he brought me up onto his chest, and kept the palm of his heavy paw\non my back, immobilizing me in place. His fur brushed against the side of my\nface as I turned my head, and lay down. \"There's got to be something we can\ndo?\" I spoke out loud, while staring and thinking.\n \nFingers gripped around my midsection, as I felt the ground\nunder me lurch up. He placed me onto the bed, in-between his legs. His eyes\nrose up, even though I couldn't see him, his form was a grand spectacle to\nbehold, judging from the height of his eyes, as he propped himself up, his gaze\nloomed above me. I felt dwarfed by his height, as I saw his teeth flash. \"Just\nbe careful where you press, my claws are immensely sharp.\" He told me, and in\none bone crunching motion, his foot was dropped onto me.\n \nThe weight was immense, as his large pad pressed me down.\nThe large feline wasn't even exerting any force, it was the sheer weight of all\nof that bulk, pressing onto me at once. My face was forced into his smooth pad.\nTrying to twist my head to the left, then to the right, but it was pressed down\nso hard, just too much weight for me to handle. I pushed up with my bound\ngloves, and felt some of the pressure lift up just a bit. \"Are you alright, I'm\nnot hurting you am I?\" His voice spoke from high above. Now that I could open\nmy mouth, the first thing I did, was press my tongue against the rough texture.\nThe smell of his freshly washed paw was on my taste buds, as I slid it across a\ntiny fraction of his immense pad.\n \nPressing against him a bit more, gave me enough room, so\nthat I could rub with both my limbs. Rubbing vigorously. Every so often,\nraising my head, so I could lick him a few more times. \"I want to taste your\nentire paw, starting from your heel.\" I said. Feeling his paw move forward over\ntop of me, it felt like it kept going on forever before it stopped. The smooth\nfur of his heel tickled, as it brushed over me. \"Okay, I'm ready.\" I said,\nbefore sticking my tiny tongue out, pressing it onto that immense upside down\nwall of fur, hanging above me.\n \nThe texture of his furry heel, gliding across my tongue was\nso smooth. The fur tasted divine, it smelled faintly of him, even though it was\njust washed. I inhaled deeply, as my body was barely touching the slowly\ngliding paw. He had massively long paws, though he walked on his pads, which\ncould easily cover the heads of a hundred people at a time. They were rough,\nbut sensitive. As my tongue slid against the texture, high above his thoughts\nbegan to wander. The slow moving wall above me started to press harder against\nmy face. My tongue wasn't strong enough, to press that hard against his\nsensitive pad. I heard him make purring sounds as his paw pressed me down.\nAttempting to lift my arms up, the massive weight kept me pinned.\n \nMy tongue went back in my mouth, as my head was forced down.\nThe pressure was so great on my head, I barely felt my nose break, due to the\nrough gliding motion, scraping my body apart. When the massive furry toes\napproached, the weight began to lift somewhat. I could barely see the shock in\nhis eyes, as my face came into view from in-between his toes. My mouth was\nbloody from the rough pad cutting into my tongue, and my nose had been pressed\nand broken into my face. If he had moved his paw the other way, my nose bone\ncould have very likely gotten lodged into my brain.\n \nHe immediately removed his paw, setting it down on the side\nof the bed. I sat up, feeling dizzy and in pain. \"I am so sorry, I didn't know\nI was pressing so hard, are you alright?\" he asked with a shocked look in his\neyes. \"I'm fine, but I think my nose is broken.\" I said with a bloody mouth, my\ntongue felt like it had been shredded with a knife. \"I don't think I want to do\nthat again.\" I squeaked, falling onto my back and seeing those concerned eyes\nhover over me, as I blacked out.\n"}