title: Grim's Squeaktoy aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Arnavon] id: [32667677] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 3:07:46 下午

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Grim's Squeaktoy

Author: Arnavon Source: Grim's Squeaktoy

Squeaks was pouring over his homework rather fastidiously, wracking his miniscule mind for the answers. University was a difficult thing for anyone, but it seemed that much harder for micros and Squeaks was no exception. The mouse sometimes doubted if he was cut out for higher education. He burried his muzzle in his hands to quietly think. At least Grim wasn’t home. It wasn’t that the mouse disliked the dino’s company so much as it was neigh-impossible to get any serious work done when he was around. Like many “normals” his saurian dorm-mate tended to view his kind as idle playthings a lot of the time.

The dull, distant, familiar thump-thud of footsteps out in the hall was akin to the heart in Edgar Allen Poe’s A Telltale Heart in how maddeningly unnerving they were becoming to the mouse as not only did his homework baffle him but it seemed like it was a race against the clock. When Grim got home, it’d be play-time. The mouse practically slowed to a standstill under the weight of the pressure he was feeling until the dull thud of footsteps outside stopped at the door. The pencil was down and his book was closed when he swiveled in his seat to greet the towering dorm-mate.

“Evenin’ pipsqueak~ Hope ya didn’t miss these paws too much while I was out. I decided to get something to eat with the guys after class. You’re not too busy to work on my paws, right?” Grim cooed as his bag slupped off his shoulder and THUDs to the ground with a force heavy enough for Squeaks to feel a minor tremor.

“U- uh.. Actually Grim, I don’t think I can tonight. I- I have a ton of homework to catch up on and I--” Squeaks didn’t get much further than that as Grim THOOM BWOOMed his way towards him with such intent it made the mouse jolt up from his seat and scramble backwards slightly.

“Ohhh no, nono that’ll never do. You seem stressed, and I know just how to relax you~” The dark-scaled saurian clucked playfully, a grin coiling the edges of his scaly lips at the rise he was already getting from the rodent at his feet. His paws rested at either side of Squeaks, his thick, reptilian toes gently knead and flex into the floor, bringing slight, faintly-tangible little rumbles and quakes beneath the mouse’s paws as he gawked upwards in a stupor.

“I- I ra- really don’t think this is such a good ida- de--” Squeaks stammered, eyes trailing upwards to match the rise of thick, saurian toes. The breadth of Grim’s solescape was just as impressive and awe-inspiring as they’d been the first day they dormed together no matter how many times the mouse was privy to the view of them; which had become particularly frequent.

With a ginger flex-flaring of those three mighty, rusty-soled toes Grim lowered his paw without further fanfare and squashed his little roommate down into the fibers of the carpet. The leathery expanse of sole contoured a surprising amount over the mouse’s muzzle and front until it compressed him neatly in a seal with the floor. The air grew stiffling and sparse as the moments passed and Squeaks was made to linger beneath the hefty weight. A rumble of satisfaction soon followed from the lizard above as he briefly savored the power and control he had over his tiny companion. Rather than press down harder, Grim merely began to twist and knead his foot in place, up and down along the ball and toes, side to side across their breadth and back again. He wanted Squeaks to feel every supple inch one section at a time.

Initially Squeaks squirmed, writhed about, wanting to try and fend off the offending paw but they both knew it wasn’t to be. When Grim said it was playtime it was playtime. For the first few moments, the mouse wanted to wriggle his way out from under the rolling pawscape and get back to his homework, but that part of him was fading with each new press and rub; and Grim could feel it. The looming lizard could feel his friend starting to give up and give in to his baser desires to be toyed with.

“That’s a good little mouse, just let me knead you up some. I’ll massage all that stress right outta you~” Grim huffed teasingly, that grin everpresent on his muzzle. At one point, the dino lifted his paw and simply enjoyed the fact that the mouse was stuck fast, pressed face-up into the contours of his warm, pillowy sole. With a gentle scrunch of his lengthy digits, Grim dislodged his little plaything back to the ground and allowed only a second’s pause for breath before his paw THUDs right back down and gives the tiny rodent one final, smothering rub-down as if to work out any remaining resistance from the little guy.

When his paw lifted up once more, the curl of Grim’s grin grew deeper as he noticed the change in his tiny roomie. He reached down with his sole lifted back for him to better see and pinched the end of Squeak’s tail to peel him off his sole. Dangling him upwards along his colossal figure the mouse was brought up to that tooth muzzle for closer inspection. Those wide-set eyes regard him with a cool, arrogant sense of satisfaction for a second or two, as though admiring his handiwork. Where once there’d been a resistant roommate there was now a lovesick little plaything.

“Mmmhh, you’re just cute enough to eat, you know that pipsqueak?” Grim teased, his warm breath billowing over the mouse grinning dopily back at him. His words were met only by a brief and exaggerated quiver from the teensy rodent before those massive lips part and a tongue lulls out to recieve the melting mouse. With a brief drop and a wet slap against the smooth, slimy scape of tongue, Squeaks found himself being drawn into the muzzle he’d just been admiring from the outside.

The squirming and struggling Grim had felt before had been replaced with a very new sort of writhing; the kind that let him know the micro was inescapably enjoying himself. Sloshed and rolled about from cheek to cheek, Squeaks floundered almost out of reflex to try and cling to jagged teeth and slippery tongue, but neither afforded the rodent a strong grip. He slid about from the pockets of his friend’s cheeks, that massive tongue expertly scooping and depositing him from each side right over those dangerous, serrated pearlies without a scratch.

All the saurian Dormmate would need to do is tilt his head back and swallow and Squeaks would go down like a large pill; the thought of that alone was exhillerating to the tiny rodent in the most primal of ways. Seconds passed like half a minute each until eventually Grim spat his tiny would-be candy back out into an awaiting palm. Squeaks briefly spiraled uncontrollably before bounce-plapping down into the leathery hand. Panting and huffing in recovery, his fur matted down under a film of dino drool, he lifted his head up to meet his friend’s haughty smile.

“Feel better, Squeaks?” Grim asked with a rumble to his voice; the question was almost rhetorical at this point. He could see the sheer wealth of adoration pouring over his tiny friend’s features as he began to thump-thud his way into the bedroom to lay down.

“U- uh… mff… yeah, thanks dude.” Squeaks offered reluctantly, getting one last glance at his miniscule desk seemingly so far below from his vantage as it disappeared behind Grim’s shoulder. The saurian soon stretched himself out belly-down along the bed and reached his hand back around. The mouse was dumped out on his upturned, autumn-scaled soles and almost immediately melted into the crinkled landscape of leathery padflesh. Grim needed to wait only a few seconds before he felt the familiar press of tiny hands kneadworking at his tender sole and the bump of a tiny muzzle rooting in to offer appreciative kiss-smooches along the way.

“Aaahh, there’s my little squeaktoy~” Grim cooed contentedly as he nuzzled down into a pillow and pulled out his phone to check over messages. He’d let Squeaks get back to his homework in the morning, after he spends the night sleeping in the cradle-crux of his proud, saurian toes.