Micro Roommate Part 1
I'm back and with a new story, I may be a bit rusty but it's a step back into the writing scene. This involves a micro fox finding a nice place to stay with plenty of food and nice and warm.
Silence was all that could be heard in the house aside from a few grumbles here and there from the large wolf sleeping peacefully. There were a few that would risk their lives on a daily basis but in the age with no micro rights and the small creatures looked down upon as vermin; there was little choice for micros of the world. A particular micro had decided that for the time being he needed a place to stay and roaming around outside was just as unsafe as being in the same home as a norm. Little did this micro know that the wolf's house he decided to enter with was one of many anthros that loved to play with any micro they could find. So this unlucky micro would soon find out just whom he decided to stay with and what a bad idea it was.
The tiny micro in question was a blue fox named Wallin, a curious micro that believed that his sneaking skills would keep him safe in any situation he found himself. In the middle of the cold spring night the micro fox found the tiniest little opening in the back of the wolfs house, a tight squeeze but he would be able to get inside and away from the cold. He fell flat on his face as he finally pushed himself through the crack and into what seemed to be the kitchen.
"Jackpot" he whispered to himself. A perfect place to find himself; no one awake at this time and free reign to a large array of foods that could feed him for life. So Wallin quickly scampered across the floor and headed to the closest cupboard. With some difficulty he managed to pull himself up and into a pantry of sorts, one filled with many snack foods and canned goods. Looking around he saw one of his favorite snacks of all time, cream filled chocolate cupcakes. He extended one of his claws and slowly started to cut a hole into the side of the box small enough so no one would notice. Once inside he had one last barrier in his way before the delicious cream filled goodness, the plastic wrapper. Once again he used his claw to rip through the plastic and a waft of artificial sugary scent filled his nostrils. He instantly dove in and started to eat his way to the center and reach the cream filling.
Meanwhile, txhe large wolf rolled over in bed when a grumble came from his large belly, the signs of a midnight snack needing to be consumed. Slowly he turned over in his bed and groggily made his way towards the kitchen. His large footfalls were completely muffled by the cake and cream surrounding the micro fox that had no idea that the wolf was on the prowl for food. In the darkness of the kitchen the wolf made little effort to find something particular so he opened his pantry and pulled out the first box he could make out. The sudden movement startled the fox and in reaction he puled his feet inside the cake, hoping to keep hidden from whatever movement has taken him from the gentle enjoyment of his cake. On the outside the wolf just lazily carried the box back to his bed and flopped down, reaching into the box and pulling out the first snack cake. It was quickly devoured and reached in for another, then another. Soon the wolf was at the final cake of the box, the same one that the fox was still cowering in. Peeling off the wrapper and holding the final cake in his hand but with five already in his belly the wolf was dosing off as he took the first bite. The fox heard the loud clack as the teeth barely missed his snout. Even with all the sugar and chocolate around him he could smell the wolf breath, a slightly rancid smell of a long night of just stewing. He coughed and tried to wiggle free of the cream prison he was now in, the micro fox watching as the maw come in for another bite. In reality the wolf was just yawning as the five cakes filled his belly and the lure of sleep pulling him back down onto the bed.
As the wolf fell back onto his bed his hand continues to move the cake towards his open maw. The fox let out a yelp as the cake was stuffed in the slimy maw and the teeth sink into the soft cake. Like a prison of teeth the fox thought his was done for but when everything went still he was confused but thankful. The wolf had managed to fall asleep halfway through his cake letting it sit there in his slimy maw. Though the smell was horrible and stale he was alive, all he needed to do was escape the maw and get somewhere safe. With the slime and stench around him the fox had lost his appetite and couldn't even handle eating any more of that cake to get out. So the micro took a careful step forward onto the slick tongue. As his paw slid across the large tongue it surged a little, pressing the fox against the roof of the wolf maw. The thick saliva was soaking into the cake making it all turn to mush around the fox. He groaned as he struggled to get out of the sticky mess as it all clumped together.
When he looked deeper into the maw he went wide-eyed. The entire confection was sliding deeper and closer into the throat. He began to scramble to grab onto something to stop his decent into the sleeping wolfs hungry gullet. The only thing that he could reach was one of the sharp carnivores teeth. Trying his hardest to hold onto the slick tooth as more of the cake slides down into the throat. Instinctively the teeth came together and caught the fox's hand, in a yelp of pain the cake got gulped down and tugged on the fox's whole body. The only thing keeping the fox from joining the cake was his arm barely holding him in place. With a satisfied gulp the cake joined the rest of the midnight snack. The wolf let out a gentle sigh as he drifted into a deeper sleep. The fox was still trying to hold back his cries of pain as his hand was broken in several places. With only one good hand he began to climb up the fangs to reach freedom and get out of the rancid smelling maw. Each saliva-coated tooth was a struggle to keep a grip on but he managed to make it all the way to the front row. A final grunt was all that he gave as he finally pulled himself free and rolled down the wolf chin and onto his chest.
As the fox lay there struggling to catch his breath, free from the miasma that was the wolfs breath he sat up and looked around. He was indeed in the lair of the beast now. A single bed in the middle of a large room, cloths scattered around the floor and empty wrappers of junk food previously eaten as a midnight snacks. The fox gripped his hand tightly to try to keep from moving and causing more problems. He needed to find something to wrap his broken hand in and find someplace safe to stay the night or find the exit to the house. He struggled to get up as he hobbled off the wolfs chest and towards the side to slide off. Unluckily for him the wolf took a deep breath in his sleep, the sudden rise of the chest made the fox loose his footing and go tumbling down the side of the wolf. Wallin was in no condition to grab onto anything and was on a fast trip to a dark pit between the wolfs arm and chest. As soon as he fell past the edge of the chest he was cast into a humid smelling chasm that was the wolf under arm. The slick hairs held onto the days sweat and soon coated the fox as he bumped from side to side till he came to rest at the very center of the pit. The small fox struggled to keep falling and make it out of the second stink hole of the night but the sudden movement under his arm caused the wolf to pull it tight to his body and trap the fox inside the putrid prison.
Though the fox had had his share of rough encounters with norms, this one was by far the worst. Nearly getting eaten then held by wet smelling fur. He continued to struggle but only managed to get himself tangled more in oily wolf hair. After all that has happened this night Wallin was exhausted and now even more stuck in the wolf pit. This was not good for him. If he couldn't find a way out of here soon the morning would come and awaken the sleeping giant, and he didn't want to find out how this norm treated little invaders. Though struggle as he might the fox soon found out that the sweat soaked pit was creating a nearly airtight seal making it impossible to get fresh air. The only thing that the micro could get was the smell of stale sweat and wet fur. Slowly but surely the fox ran out of breath and passed out in a sauna like hell.
The wolf woke with a yawn; a nice long sleep after a midnight snack was always his favorite. As he stretched his arms up he felt something pull on his hairs under arm and went in for a good scratch. To his surprise he felt something that wasn't just a clump of wet fur. Gently picking at his fur he managed to pull the fox free and dangle him upside down by his leg. A large smirk came across the wolfs face as he got up and carried the micro over to a nearly empty glass of pop he had laying around. With a little splash the fox was woken up by the sugary shock of soda. He flailed about to stay above the pool of coke, sputtering and coughing he looked around to see light and a brown liquid he was sitting in. Then he looked up to see the grinning wolf with a malicious tint in his eyes.
"Good morning!" The wolf said, his booming voice echoing in the glass.
The fox began to shiver in fear as the wolf leaned closer to the glass to inspect the fox further. Eyebrows raised the wolf continued to speak.
"What were you doing in my pit little guy, must have smelled horrible." Looking intently at the fox expecting a response.
The fox was not about to speak to the macro after all that happened, if the wolf found out what he had been doing or how close he was to being wolf chow, who knows what ideas the wolf might get. So all the fox did was sit in the cola and wait for the wolf to decide his fate.
"Well I was hoping for a toy with a little more fight in him..." With a disappointed look the wolf gave the glass a flick making it ring out and caused the fox to cover his ears at the deafening sound. He picked up the glass and lifted it towards his lips and started to drink the last of the soda.
"W-wait, I'll talk! Just don't drink me!" The fox cried out as he splashed in the drink trying to keep away from the rancid maw again. His paws just barely touched the wolf front teeth before he stopped and turned the glass back.
"So the little fox does have a voice, now are you going to answer my question or shall I take the final gulp?" The wolf sneered as he swirled the fox around coating him even further.
"I was looking f-for food when you grabbed the same cake I was taking crumbs from and before I was eaten I fell out on your chest and rolled into your pit." The fox was hesitant to tell the whole truth, he didn't want the wolf to think he was stealing from him, just taking enough to survive. He looked up to see the unchanged look on the wolf, no idea he was thinking. Suddenly the wolf had a big smile on his face and seemed to have a completely different demeanor.
"Why didn't you say so, I have plenty of food for you to munch on all day long. I always love giving little guys like you a nice big meal and somewhere warm to stay." The wolf gently picked up the fox from the glass and gave him a gentle rub on his head with a single finger. The fox wagged his tail slightly as he actually found a norm that was nice to micros.
"But I have to go to work now and can't have you running around my house all alone, its dangerous. So you'll have to stay with me for the day and I know just the place where you'll stay nice and warm and have plenty to eat." The wolf picked up Wallin by the scruff of his neck and began to lower him down till he was right above his paw. A musky smell of unwashed sweaty paw wafted up and hit the fox like a ton of bricks. He was quickly shoved between two of the sweaty toes and into a thick wad of toe jam.
"Sorry but I'm running late for work and don't have time to shower. You'll be nice and warm in there and have plenty of toe jam to eat. And I do expect you to eat it, if not then there will be a dire punishment..." The wolf held his toes tightly together as he sat back down on his bed and picked up an old sock.
"My name is Dice by the way and you are my newest pet, try to do a good job or you'll end up the same as the rest of you worthless pests." Everything went dark as the sock was put on and quickly followed by a heavy work boot. The heat began to rise and sweat began to form everywhere. The fox struggled as much as he could but had no way to escape the hell he was now in. Another micro trapped and a new toy acquired. It was going to be a long day and the fox was going to get well acquainted with the smell of wolf paw, if he didn't pass out or get crushed before the day was done...
To be continued...