title: Symbiotic aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [ArgentVZ] id: [28214094] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 8:56:19 早上
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Symbiotic
Xanthos smirked down at his now-tiny friend as he playfully nudged the human with his clawed fingers. The shrunken mammal, rather amusingly, fell over as the xenomorph’s fingers bumped against his soft body. Kyle caught himself with his hands but remained seated, staring up at the looming alien in a mixture of awe and shock. While Xanthos was already taller than Kyle at the creature’s ‘normal’ size, their height difference had gone from several centimeters to almost two hundred in the space of just a few seconds. The sudden change in perspective left the smaller party understandably stunned.
For all his surprise, however, Kyle wasn’t frightened in the slightest. The two of them had gone through this ‘ritual’ many times before; part of the fun was not knowing when Xanthos would suddenly decide to downsize his companion. Only a few minutes earlier the human had been performing a few general-maintenance checks for their ship. After an abrupt and dizzying reduction in size he was scooped up in Xanthos’ dark, familiar hands and soon deposited on what normally would be the human’s own bunk. But as the lithe alien stretched out across it, utterly dwarfing Kyle into insignificance, its ownership had—at least temporarily—changed.
His stupor was partially broken by a light rasping from his left. Turning, he found himself facing yet another familiar surface of dark, alien flesh—the long underside of one of Xanthos’ feet. Kyle’s tiny heart skipped a beat, as it so often did. He shakily rose to his feet on the blanket’s uneven surface and stepped forward. The human’s hands rose, and after a moment’s hesitation began to brush lightly across the worn, tough flesh that covered the soles of Xanthos’ feet.
As always, Kyle needed little encouragement. Submitting to Xanthos’ overwhelming, dominating presence was an integral part of their relationship. It was symbiotic, in a way. At the most basic level, the human worshiped and deferred to Xanthos as his master; in return, the alien gave Kyle the feelings of helplessness and submission that it so often desired. There was more to it than that…but the smaller moments of affection and expressions of their bond were far more subtle than domination via one’s immense size.
The human continued his light stroking of Xanthos’ arch, unsure of which direction to move in. Xanthos’ foot was long and humanlike—as one would expect, given his ‘uplifted’ origin. To Kyle’s right was most of Xanthos’ sleek arch, which ended at a toned, rounded heel. To his left was the firm ball and quartet of claw-tipped toes that made up the front of the xenomorph’s plantigrade foot. Both had their appeals, but he decided to move towards the alien’s toes.
Xanthos’ sole began to firm up as the musculature beneath grew more prominent. The surface’s wear also became more pronounced. Decades of walking exclusively barefoot over all sorts of terrain had left his leathery flesh equally worn by both age and use. Even so, modest pressure from the human’s hands was able shift the near-black surface. Kyle worked at the dark surface in the ways he knew would generate the most sensations for the towering alien. Although, as a quick glance upward revealed, Xanthos had become distracted by a notification from his datapad. It was likely that some new contract had come in for his review.
But it wasn’t for Kyle to care about. He had his task. The human continued rubbing at the sleek sole of Xanthos’ foot, his hands brushing away what little dust had accumulated beneath the alien’s tread. The xenomorph kept both himself and his ‘home’ clean, strongly believing that grit and grime were signs of weakness and a lack of will. Still, he couldn’t manage everything, which left little bits of dirt and debris being casually trodden upon by the two of them over the course of their days. While unnoticeable at a ‘normal’ size, they were magnified immensely by Kyle’s new, far smaller stature.
He was more than happy to brush and wipe away these minute debris—and Xanthos knew it.
Even the light dusting of grit worked into every crevice and wrinkle in the alien’s soles didn’t bother Kyle in the slightest. Which is why it came with little surprise when the alien felt the light, damp touch of the human’s tongue against his flesh. The creature smirked from behind his tablet’s screen, making sure to flex his toes to show Kyle that he was quite satisfied—as he always was with the little thing’s worship.
This slight motion translated into the xenomorph’s entire sole shifting, the muscles just beneath the tough skin tightening and loosening with each curl. It was almost hypnotizing. Regardless, Kyle found his nuzzling and licking intensifying as what barriers he put up for himself were slowly torn down. Not even the bitter taste of dusty alien soleflesh could stop him. The tiny creature knelt to access more of his master’s sole as he continued to worship. Little spots of shining flesh followed in the human’s wake as he obediently and enthusiastically tended to his companion’s enormous foot.
As entertaining as it was to both feel and watch the human submitting to him, Xanthos soon grew bored with his simpler worship. The alien set his tablet to one side and leaned forward, still idly smirking down at the tiny creature. The human was so small. Even with his arms extended over his head, Kyle wouldn’t be able to reach the top of Xanthos’ currently sideways foot. As Xanthos always intended, the human was the perfect size to utterly dominate with his feet. And he very much intended to do so.
There was little warning for Xanthos’ next ‘activity,’ save for some mild rasping as his extended left leg slid back and his ankle pivoted to face its sole with the one Kyle was currently occupied by. He didn’t give the human any time to react as he slid his feet together, mashing the tiny creature in between his lengthy soles. Using the ball of his left foot, the alien carefully rolled the human against his right foot’s arch. Only then did his muscles shift to squeeze Kyle’s soft, little body into the more supple flesh. The mere presence of his minute form between Xanthos’ soles tickled this most sensitive part of his foot, and the xenomorph couldn’t help but lightly twist his ankle to more fully conform the human’s body to his worn soleflesh.
Of course, Kyle didn’t simply lie still as he was abruptly compressed between Xanthos’ feet.
Beyond the initial moment when he was stunned from the impact and following pressure exerted by the alien’s soles, he writhed, trying to find every available inch—really millimeter—of free space. Only in those gaps could he hope to avoid the unimaginable pressure Xanthos’ feet placed on him.
Unfortunately for the little human, freedom was a luxury his alien ‘god’ seemed unwilling to give him. A few sickeningly heavy squeezes made Kyle gasp as the air in his lungs was effortlessly forced out, his chest compressing several steps more than it ever naturally would. As careful as Xanthos was not to harm his friend, as he possessed absolutely no desire to do so, he enjoyed being rather rough with his ‘toy.’ This was often evidenced by Kyle’s minor bruises upon being released from Xanthos’ compacting soles.
The testing motions of the xenomorph’s feet soon shifted into careful kneading. Rolling the human the wrong way could easily snap one of his tiny limbs, and as such Xanthos took great care in playing with the squirming mass of tiny mammal between his soles. Regardless of how ‘gentle’ Xanthos was, it still translated into what one would assume the inside of a running trash compactor felt like to the shrunken human caught between the alien’s immense feet.
Even with his body aching from the pressure and his exposed skin rubbed nearly raw after just a few minutes of ‘play’ between Xanthos’ rough soles, Kyle was still thrilled about the entire experience. Even after dozens of iterations of this show of complete and utter dominance, the feeling of being totally helpless beneath his companion hadn’t grown stale in the slightest. His body’s discomfort was merely an afterthought compared the waves of submissive glee washing over him with each heavy motion of the mountainous alien’s feet.
From Kyle’s perspective, it seemed as if Xanthos would never tire of casually rolling his tiny body between his sleek soles. His world became reduced to the inky, shifting darkness that came with being trapped between the xenomorph’s massive feet, punctuated by occasional thin lines of light whenever his soles would separate to give Kyle a moment to take in a short breath—or to simply reposition the human for further kneading.
As such, it came as somewhat of a surprise—and admittedly, disappointment—when a disorienting rotation made Kyle realize that Xanthos’ rougher play was likely at an end. This theory was confirmed moments later when the xenomorph’s feet carefully separated, leaving Kyle lying, utterly exhausted, atop one of the alien’s lengthy soles.
Xanthos eyed the human over one shoulder as he lay on his stomach, snorting as Kyle weakly nuzzled into his arch. Even battered and aching, the little creature still sought to worship him. A faint smile flashed onto his alien features as he once more turned his attention to his tablet. Had Xanthos known how loyal of both a friend and servant the human would eventually become, he certainly would’ve been less aloof to the creature when he’d approached the xenomorph all those years ago. Xanthos had entertained Kyle’s curiosity for a time; it ended when the alien realized that the human’s fascination extended beyond the novelty of knowing a near-completely inhuman creature in both appearance and thought. Only then did he truly begin to regard Kyle as a ‘friend.’
The alien soon grew distracted by the news and datastreams flowing across his tablet, and as such it took him a few moments to notice that the human was once again nuzzling into and licking against his sole. His earlier smile returned. It was truly wonderful to have such a loyal pet, and he certainly would find it nearly impossible to live without it. He rumbled softly and flexed his toes as he lounged forward onto the bed. He’d let Kyle worship for a while longer before returning him to his normal size. But for now, he’d let them both enjoy the tender attention being paid to his feet.