title: Seeking Attention aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Arnavon] id: [7223455] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 3:34:41 下午

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Seeking Attention

Author: Arnavon Source: Seeking Attention

Standing outside the window of a home, along it’s brick window-sill Arnavon would stand, along with half a dozen other little micros that’d become somewhat enamored with the home’s resident. They’d caught only glimpses of the tanned, tawny bunny that called this house theirs in his brief passings up the side-walk and path to the door, but each time he had, the little group of micros had watched with mild, dangerous captivation. For inexplicable reasons, they’d grown fond enough of the hip bunny enough to sneak their way into his home. They had waited for a few days to try and get in, waiting for a safe opening, and today they had one. Mug, the owner of the house, had left one of the front windows slightly cracked open, the gap just large enough for an adventurous micro like Arnie and his companions to squeeze themselves right under.

“A- Are you sure about this, Arnie?” a fox would ask, his thick, rust-colored tail tucked timidly between his legs. The young bunny answered him only with a confident smile and a little nod meant to reassure both the fox and the others.

“He doesn’t look like a mean fur to me, does he to you guys? I’m sure if we just explain ourselves, he may even be open to letting us live in the home! Good food, safety from the weather and not to mention all the animals that wanna snack on us! Where’s your sense of adventure Merrill?” He’d ask the fox before wriggle-crawling his way under the window. When he slipped his way in he had expected there to be an inside windowsill; instead he had a straight drop of about a foot to the floor, bouncing on the lush carpet and landing in a heap. Rolling in his disoriented state he’d give a soft little gasp as the others were soon in a free-fall right on top of him, sending him scrabbling to get out of the way, the company of micros all squeaked and flopped in piles on top of each other.

“Ugh… well this is off to a good start~” Merrill would grumble, the others trying to wriggle their limbs untangled from one another. Taking in the lay of the quaint little home and all its towering furniture, Arnie couldn’t help but get a slight sinking feeling in his stomach; something didn’t sit right. The home was nice, the temperature inside was comfortable, and the home itself was quiet with Mug gone, but there was an implacable sensation of something gone wrong in the bunny’s stomach.

“Let’s split up, I think we have a better chance of getting his attention if we can find different places in the home to wait for him~” The bunny’s plan was met only with a collective nod of agreement from the others as they dispersed. In total the little troop of micros consisted of Merrill, Arnavon, a wolf named Dylan, a calico-spotted cat named Vince, and a set of mouse-twins named Rob and Tom. Arnie headed towards the couch in the living room first, expecting that Mug would at some point make his way there to relax while the others found their own places to try and wait for their eagerly anticipated resident.

Not more than half an hour after the micros had intruded into the large home would pass before the unmistakable jingle of keys rang from the front door, followed by the metallic grind as the door was unlocked, and soon swung open. Mug would drag his sneakered paws along the welcome mat in a slump, clearly relieved to be home. Wearing little more than a form-fitting, stripped shirt and a pair of skinny-jeans that made his broad bunny-paws look all the more larger and heavy, something poor Vince would be able to test for himself. He’d waited patiently on the welcome mat of the home hoping to be the first to greet Mug, and to a certain extent he was.

“Wel-mff!!” Just as soon as he was ready to swallow his trepidations and welcome Mug home, one of the flat, rubber soles of his massive sneaks would press the little feline into the course fibers of the mat tightly. He’d wheeze and attempt to wriggle out, but it was already too late. Mug carelessly wiped his sneakers off on the matt, grinding the poor cat roughly and smearing him thoroughly into the fibrous ground. The muffled sequence of crumpling, squishing and meaty popping issued from the micro would go utterly unnoticed as music blared in Mug’s long ears from ear buds; utterly unaware of the tiny life just snuffed out under his sneaker.

Refreshed and basking in the air-conditioned comfort of his home, Mug would drag his feet as he sauntered into the kitchen where Dylan was waiting with bated breath. He’d managed to clamor up onto the counter-top and was trying to remain at the center of the vast plain of smooth wood near the fridge where he’d most expected the bunny would go; he was right. Mug popped open the fridge and would set down a few jars of condiments like mayonnaise and mustard down dangerously close to the tiny wolf, wholly unaware of the little micro so desperate for his attention. Grabbing a couple slices of bread, Dylan would merely gasp before one of those white, wheat blankets WHUMPED down and squashed him into the tabletop, muffling both his attempts to wriggle free and to scream for help. Unconcerned and utterly unaware, Mug would make himself a sandwich, humming a little tune to himself as he followed the music blasting into his ears.

With the sandwich made, Mug lifted it up to drop it on a plate, unwittingly dragging the wolf up with it for a brief moment, before Dylan slipped and squealed in a free-fall all the way to the tile floor. His landing wasn’t nearly as soft as it had been getting through the window, smacking hard against the cold kitchen floor with a wince, he was certain something had broken. He laid there between Mug’s sneakers, wheezing and trying to crawl, watching with a strange sense of endearment as those broad, tan-colored soles squeaked and twisted about as the bunny went about setting things away before exiting the kitchen. In his shifting, Mug would once again be unaware as the flat heel of his sneaker THAP’ed down right on top of yet another micro, crunching little Dylan instantly into a gooey little wad that became quickly ingrained in the shallow treads of his sneaker-sole.

Content to have food and comfort, Mug stopped just at the edge of the kitchen where it turned to carpet and took a moment to pinch at the heels of his sneakers in his toes, dragging one broad, musky footpaw free before doing the same for the other foot; relieved to be rid of those hot shoes. With a pleasant sigh, the bunny took a moment to scratch an itch on the top of one of his socked footpaws, the grimy, sticky cotton shifting around atop his fuzzy paw as the opposite set of toes rubbed and kneaded into it briefly; a sight which made the two peeping micros Rob and Tom share a rosy blush, despite all the dangerous those broad, heavy bunny-paws provenly posed. The pair were around the corner near of Mug’s discarded, open-heeled slippers, having been subconsciously drawn to the musky footwear.

More relaxed now, Mug WHUMP-THUMPED his way around the corner, and took a side-glance at the slippers lazily set at the edge of the room and smirked. Now that he had food and comfort, a nice, fuzzy pair of slippers to pamper his paws looked enticing. He’d stop and reposition himself, unknowingly WHAMPing his paws down precariously close to the twin mice that now found themselves in a very difficult position between Mug’s socked toes and the slippers they so desired. With little place to run the duo scrambled in a panic right into those huge, musky caves. Clumsily the twin mice fled, finding it difficult to keep sure footing in the grooves of the imprinted insole where the fuzz had been constantly mashed down underpaw and left sticky and smooth.

Without a care, Mug would slip his feet right into those slippers and scrunch and wriggle his grimy, socked paws in and squashed both of its residents right under the balls of his feet. Due to just how immaculately cushy and plush the bunny’s soles were, and the padded insole of the slipper, the mice were safe for the moment, but in a world of pain as the intense pressure of Mug’s weight squashed them down hard and immobile; the twins struggling to even find sips of musk-laddened air underpaw.  When the bunny made his first shuffling step, the weight of his foot steam-rolled little Rob, eliciting a few soft, muffled crunches but leaving him mostly alive; doing the same to tiny Tom with the next step. The invading pair of micros found themselves squashed little by little with each cushioned step Mug made towards the couch; despite how tender the bunny’s pads were, the cushion of the insole ensured he’d be none-the-wiser of the wriggling, wheezing, warm little bodies being rubbed into go inside his musky footwear.

With a little grin, Mug would stop at the sofa and back up a little distance, sliding his slippers off to make a run for the couch Arnie both Arnie and Merrill were waiting by. The both of them would become quite concerned from the sudden, rhythmic THOOM and rumble of the ground, and the quickly gaining shadow that swallowed both of them up. A collective gasp arose from both of the tiny micros as Mug’s broad, powerful footpaws pounded after them.

“I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!!!” Merrill squeaked as both of them huddled together in a defensive tuck, as though it’d do either of them any good in the face of such immense footpaws slamming their way. At the last second Mug would give a gleeful bound and leap into the air, landing with a heavy FLOOF to the sofa in a giddy bounce. Sitting himself upright, both Arnie and Merrill would get quite the little show not afforded to the others as the bunny reached down and slowly began to unpeel those thick, grimy, musky socks; revealing his soft, padded pawsoles to the tiny duo gaping in awe below. While the bunny and fox both remained in a wide-eyed stupor between and beneath Mug’s footpaws, he’d finally tug the earplugs out of his long ears and set them aside to flick on the television and relax with his sandwich. As he did-so, his now freed toes would gently dig at the carpet, kneading into it to enjoy the soft fibers beneath. In all their playful prodding they’d catch and squeeze at the micros beneath. Perhaps he was just tired, or had other things on his mind, but for reasons undefined Mug wouldn’t even be aware of the wriggling, fuzzy little bodies being helplessly squashed around under his footpaws; aside from the pleasure it afforded him.

Without bothering to check just what his feet were toying with, Arnie and Merrill were both given quite the little session with Mug’s paws; something both of them up until this point had desired. Both were squeezed and scrunched under the grimy, fuzzy arches between cushy ballpad and the toepads, their little bodies being crunched and twisted in tight fits, finding limbs squeezed between toes on occasion that caused them to wince, squeak or wriggle about in panic. Mug simply gave a humming “Mmmm” Of enjoyment as he slowly rolled the micros up and down along the lengths of his long, supple soles. The micros were coughing as they were rubbed down and rolled about in a disoriented stupor; both becoming intimately aware of just how utterly helpless their situation was. Merrill most of all would get the message briefly as Mug’s paw testingly squished him into the carpet, the meaty ball of the foot smothering the fox a moment. He got a good mawful of the leathery footpad as it invaded every little nook and cranny of his form and sealed him tightly into the ground. He’d wheeze just about every drop of breath in him as his body thinned out and gave a few soft, muffled little pops before Mug’s paw got a little more aggressive and pressed even harder, followed by a rapid sequence of meaty little snaps and squishing sounds as the fox was spread out and compressed into a warm, sludgy paste under the bunny’s foot.

“Eh?” Mug would lift his foot to find the red splotch ground into the carpet, and only then would the tickle-tingle of Arnie’s squirming be noticed under his toes. With a wide, mischievous little grin, the bunny wouldn’t immediately lift his footpaw. Instead he’d make the grinding and rubbing his toes had unconsciously been putting the micro through slower and almost sensual in nature. At one point he’d curl his toes down over the little, wriggly body and lift his paw up on its heel, bringing the micro in a tight grip right off the ground before his toes slowly unfurled. Arnie would let out a sharp little squeak before making a brief free-fall to the carpet below.

“Oooph… ugh…” Arnavon would cough and try to roll, the room spinning above, or rather, the looming set of dark, shapely footpads.

“Well lookie what I’ve got here~ A lone little survivor.. what to do with you, hm?” Mug teased, a grin stretching over his features that revealed those spade-like front teeth a moment.

“Ulp.. I take it you’re not in the market for a house-mate?” Arnie jested, hoping it’d ease the tension and heavy sense of dread that loomed over him in the form of a set of slowly wiggling toes above.

“No~ But I could always use an insole..”