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Magical, Skunk Beans.

© Tsumi Moogle '18

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Silence. He needed to focus, to let the magic do it's thing.

Danathius was an adept mage, to be certain, but some spells required an absolute stillness: Spells that could go awry in particularly dangerous ways, especially when focused on himself.

His hands turned among the aether as he closed his eyes. The age-yellowed hall-lights of the apartment corridor flickered and dimmed as the soft hum of magic rose in response to the humans softly murmured spell.

The thrum of the arcane began to turn inwards, as tendrils of his soft-spoken power crawled through every vein, every pore, every iota of him, infusing, shifting, and compounding at the heart of his being as he worked to rewrite his particular corner of reality.

And with a flash that was unseen to his closed eyes, the casting was complete, making the lights flare back to life.

A nearby door opened, and a bleary-eyed fox glowered into the empty hallway, as if determined to glower at something for the flashy lights having woken him.

But a brief scan of his hazey eyes brought a small curse from his lips as he closed his door. He'd have to shout at the groundskeeper about the faulty wiring tomorrow.

Danathian panted a little in the aftermath of the spell. The lingering magic abating from his form had him buzzing slightly as he fought the odd warping vertigo he was suddenly struck with.

Not too surprising a side-effect when one had diminished themselves to a fraction of their normal size. Glancing about the now canyon-like hallway, and the height of the gap under the doorway he stood before, he measured a quarter inch, or so he was sure.

Hurrying over the well-trodden carpet fibres was something of an unexpected struggle, but he'd given himself plenty of time. He wouldn't be back for at least an hour yet. Plenty of time to get into position. His heart gave a nervous, eager flutter in his chest as he stooped and crawled under the doorway, mindful of his scarlet cape snagging on the rough-hewn underside.

The trek was as long as he expected, the mephit's apartment a simple double-bedroom'd place. There were a couple of pairs of worn-in shoes by the door that loomed over him like buildings. Sentinels, almost.

He swallowed, though not for nerves, as he trekked past the large kitchen. There was no rank smell, the mephit seemed to be neat, tidy, and orderly.

...Or perhaps he didn't like people attributing bad smells with him.

Dan smirked softly, shaking his head, before he regarded the wide-open field that was the skunk's living-room. The simple table in the middle opposite a plush looking futon that to him was akin a puffy mushroom the size of a football stadium.

It wouldn't be long now, he considered, waving a hand to draw an ethereal clock in the air with his magic.

But the sound of a click coming from the doorway, so far behind him made the tiny human tense and glance back. The doorway handle twisting slowly, Dan's stomach dropped. Xi finished a half hour early on saturdays.

He turned to run, as the door swung open. Stepping in, the comparatively titanic mephit groaned, running a hand through his shorter hair as he nudged the door shut with the heel of a thick-soled boot.

The sight of the plush, swishing tail, and the bright green of the tired-looking skunk's eyes stilled the tiny figure's pace. Dan's cheeks glowed as he stood to just watch the massive frame, a smile creeping over his features as he admired the handsome figure. The bouncer had seen him several times, admitting him to the club he guarded. The almost roguish smile, and warm, rich voice made the tiny human tremble in retrospect, whilst Xi slipped his jacket free to hang neatly on the back of his door.

He peeled off the club's polo shirt, and groaned as he let it pool with a soft 'shuff' of loose fabric on the floor, and turned to walk towards the futon.

Dan stood, staring at the sight of that ebon fur, split by the snowy chest and front. The former rippling like an inky sea as he passed under a light. Pools of light and dark danced along the skunk's form as he walked, before the soft rumbling thud of a footstep rattled the tiny figure.

The mage blinked as he became aware of just how much skunk was strolling towards him. Without an apparent awareness that he was there.

His tiny squeak of a yelp as he turned to begin running was utterly missed by the skunk. Each looming bootstep rumbling through the carpet, and rattling the human as he tried desperately to reach the relative sanctity of the space beneath the futon.

The shadow of one bus-sized boot loomed, blotting out the drop-light, and dropped heavily about him.

He yelled with terror as the thick rubber lugs tromped, a potent gust of displaced wind knocked the human against one of the motion-warmed tread-walls, before the step peeling free eddied the air about Danathius' tiny form and sent him reeling through the air as the boot stepped forward, for Xi to turn and sit down.

With his eyes lidded, and the groan of appreciation escaping him blotting out awareness, he missed the human's rapid spell-fling, and the glow of the protective bubble Danathius summoned about himself with a well-rehearsed motion. Bouncing, rolling rapidly, he diffused it as he came to a stop beneath the futon, and sank onto the less-worn carpet, heart pounding.

A nervous laugh escaped him.

The tiny figure rubbed his chest, trying to soothe his nerves as he turned, watching as the gargantuan figure stooped. The skunk's sturdy hands tugging at the side-zip of his heavy boots, and slowly tugging the leather open.

A soft waft of pawmusk hit the human and he couldn't help taking it in, breathing slow as the skunk slid a socked paw free of the overwarm trapping.

The broad toes splayed to the cool fresh air, and as he rolled his foot slowly, several deep pops filled the air before the skunk tugged at the snug cotton, peeling it away slowly.

Or perhaps it was just Danathius unconsciously slowing his own perception of time to admire the gorgeous sight for longer. The slow reveal of the finer black fur, the broad and silken-looking pawpads, like some personal strip-tease just for him.

The pink-hue of the pawpads was a small surprise, but a cute addition to his image of the handsome mephit.

With a thick thump, the paw settled on the floor, before Xi tugged the other free from its similar prison. Plucking at the boots when they were free, he tossed them aside, unaware that the faint rumble of it was more a tiny earthquake to his unseen interloper.

As the deep, resilient groans of the futon's frame's form squeaked over him, Dan recognised the sounds of the tall skunk relaxing back; Just taking a chance to breathe and unwind.

Creeping forward, he glanced from the relative safety of the sizeable 'cavern' he'd sheltered beneath to scamper his way towards the immense paws.

The warmth of them radiated, even from a number of comparative feet away. Certainly part of it was from the rest of the mephit, but those paws, so long housed and confined, seemed to have housed a hearty amount.

They rested on their sides, baring the broad, padded soles at an angle for the tiny human to explore beneath. The broad heel smooth, the high arch, and the thick, well-used ball pad.

More than heat, the skunk's own musk clung to those paws. The dark fur held the richer corn-chippy, leather-like musk and easily parted with it as the tiny mage regarded the damp nature of the soles. Apparently with a fine sheening of sweat giving the immense soles a gleaming, almost satin-like look.

He stood, transfixed with delight, turning about beneath the bus-sized sole, grinning in an almost dreamy fashion, letting the skunk's masculine scent fill his senses, leaning towards the warmth, until his cheek brushed along one of the broad pink pads. What he would have given to press his face, his hands into that flesh, to nuzzle, and kiss and bury in among the scent and slick, hot flesh..

Perhaps his magic had subconsciously leaked, maybe the universe had heard that desperate prayer, or perhaps it was that Xi felt that tiny pressure on his sole.

The foot shifted, and sank sideways.

Like a tidal wave of black, velvety fur, and broad, leathery pawpads, the immense foot pressed to the carpet, and all but eclipsed the tiny mage, burying him beneath an impossible tide, pinning, trapping him between the shockingly supple sole and the merciful give of the carpet beneath him.

Dan's breath caught, somewhat constrained for that weight spread out about him. Light was utterly gone, beneath the thick pads, replaced by an excess of the skunk's bodyheat. It suffused him, soaking through him much as the slick pads moistened his clothing.

Unseen, but felt as the broad sole splayed against him, the skunk slowly stretched his toes, and gave a low groan as he brushed his paws along the cool carpet.

The human grasped at those fibers, groaning to himself as the immense paw rolled over him, kneading, grinding, pressing him down firmly. The leathery ballpad conforming about him, and dragging back. The broad toes framing his form, curling in to squeeze him between them as if the titanic bouncer knew just who was wriggling between his digits.

From between the huge toes, Dan watched the handsome skunk leaning forward, to turn on the TV, and nab his phone from the coffee table. Reclining once more and lifting the phone to his ear.

The paw ground forward, burying the tiny mage once again beneath its massive form, smothering him well into the sweaty sole.

Xi's words were lost, no more than thunderous rumbles transferred through his body to the paw pinning Dan unawares.

The paw rocked gently, slowly lifting onto ball and toes, rocking and rolling gently from side to side, squeezing the tiny mage harder. Rolling back slow to let him suck in rich musky-tinged breaths when the toes splayed anew, permitting him minute glimpses of light in the almost sauna-like blanketing embrace.

He couldn't help the dopey grin on his face, haplessly, blissfully trapped. Time all but lost meaning as did existing outside being under the skunk's mighty paw.

When the paw's weight shifted, and pressed down worryingly, the tiny human realized he'd all but zoned out. Still spread-eagled, and all but hugged tight to the paw keeping him pinned so exquisitely, he felt the rock, and sudden lurch of vertigo as Xi took several strides. The awkward feeling of motion making him yelp, before he was smothered in a billowing rush of air that couldn't dislodge him from that thick sole, despite its best efforts.

To move at such a pace was dizzying, and he made out the sight of the upside-down apartment door getting closer, before the heavy press of the skunk's foot smothered him again. A small exchange rolling through him once more, and then, another boggling trip back the length of the apartment. The swing of each step, and steamrolling force as each step pressed him toe-to-head time and again eliciting dopey grins.

And again, the world swung about, as the paw hefted. Light flooded his vision, and the tiny mage winced, before glancing about. The skunk's paw resting up on the coffee table, as below him sat an order of chinese: the box open and baring the thick, sticky noodles.

The smell of it reached his nostrils through the pawmusk that had all but permeated him to what he was certain was a molecular level. If he didn't smell of the mephit's feet for a week, he'd almost be upset.

Stirring to try and get himself comfortable, he shifted the flesh, and unintentionally dislodged himself from it. The odd sensation of peeling off the leathery pad made him gasp and scramble for a moment before he fell.

A mercifully short drop, as he splattered among the noodles, the mage gasped in the heat, and waded among the sticky noodles, sauce clinging to his frame, all but basting him in its rich abundance of flavours.

Above loomed that paw, the broad toes curling in a captivating display, the pink pads wrinkling as they flexed, and splayed, drawing it tight again. He blushed as he recognised a tiny outline of where he had been.. Before the paw slipped from sight, and Xi's profile replaced it.

Staring ahead at the TV, the skunk snagged the box without looking, and dextrously manouvered his chopsticks. A click of them as he subconsciously got them into position, they stabbed into the noodles, to lift out a long curtain of them, slipping them into his muzzle to start slowly slurping, and munching.

Laying flat on a slab of chicken several times his size, the mage panted gently, before the skunk's bright green eyes dropped to the box. To him. At least for a cursory glance.

A simple swallow sealed off the first mouthful, and sinking the chopsticks seized around the chicken, pinning the mage to it with an ominous squish, lifting and dragging Dan up, and into the depths of the skunk's maw with the barest of effort.

The broad tongue cupped about it, and light mostly vanished as the skunk's maw shut.

Terror flooded the tiny, awe-filled mage as his foray to simply scout the skunk took a darkly interpersonal turn.

The maw lurched about him, the slick tongue shifting the meat beneath the skunk's massive teeth. Sinking in and beginning to lazily munch through, the tiny mage scrambled to keep himself out of harms way, despite the maw's best efforts to tumble him amidst the shredding, masticated masses of spicy chicken.

Yelping as he landed between two ominous fangs, the human threw himself bodily aside, an instant before the teeth as tall as he was, met, to keep chewing.

Beneath him, the tongue undulated, working the steadily processed chicken back, and tipping with a tilt of the skunk's head

Several handsigns kept the tiny mage from sinking into the gooey former chicken as it sluiced over the back of the skunk's tongue. Taking a desperate leap, he found the dangling flesh of the skunk's Uvula, managing to get his arms almost all the way around it.

Its squishy frame tugged a little beneath him as he panted in the stiffling heat of the skunk's maw, dripping with saliva.

Before the jaws parted, and the bubbling rumble of percolation preluded the sudden rolling boom of the skunk's hearty belch. The steamy air hotter, tinged thickly with the scent of the food sent the human swining a little on his precarious perch, able to see the skunk's apartment, framed by fangs and lips.

Resting his head against the slimey uvula, Danathius took a breath, to try and focus himself. It was well and truly time to get out. He'd gotten much too close, despite himself.

But even as he began to focus, eyes closed, the darkness about him was split by light pouring in from the outside world. Light, and the first tip of an icy beer.

The contrasting chill of it struck the mage, and with a sputtered cry, his grasp slipped as the sudden tide of booze all but carried him down the skunk's gullet.

Sealed rapidly by a swallow, his tiny form was tossed and tumbled, thumping the slick and undulating walls rolling and roiling about him, until the snug sphinctre far below ejected him out into the deep pit of Xi's slimey gut.

His yell of terror stopped abruptly as he splattered into the sloshing pool within. Churned about like a washing-machine, he coughed as he broke the surface, and slicked his hair back from his face.

Finding anything resembling land was a chore in the gloom, but finally, on hands and knees he clambered atop what remained of the chicken and noodles, standing up shakily to stretch out his arms, to focus himself. It wouldn't take nearly as much effort to get free of this place. All he needed was a few moments to-

SQRCH!

As though the skunk's dinner had become a comedy of theatrical errors, the next well-chewed mouthful hit him like a sandbag, and squashed him back down, making him scramble and struggle anew. His concentration well broken as the sloshing walls kept slopping him about.

Scrunching up his face, the human tried again. Focusing himself.

Silence. He needed to focus, to let the magic do it's thing. Now, more than ever!

--Fin.