title: The Sandbox Glitch aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [IsaacKonos] id: [46959082, 50020394] date: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 8:48:25 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十二月 10日 2022, 4:41:45 下午

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The Sandbox Glitch

Author: IsaacKonos Source: The Sandbox Glitch, The Sandbox Glitch. Part 2 (Story Commission)

Part 1

"After building up the courage to invite his crush on a date, Dingy ends up getting a lot more than he expected on his first date with the giry Fox boy named Flynn."

Dingy couldn't stop checking his smartwatch every now and then. The Dog was euphoric, even though nothing special was scheduled to happen at the office today. Still, the young man couldn't barely keep his mind focused on his computer's screen. The Canine was nervous, but for a good reason. After a couple of days of chatting and talking to the kind bartender, recently hired by his work to provide the employees with beverages during the office's happy hour, Dingy finally managed to arrange to go out on a date with the equally young bartender.

Flynn was a slightly girly-looking Fox having dark gray and black fur covering his slim, short body. That perfect body image couldn't get out of Dingy's mind Since the first day he saw the Vulpine boy at the office's relaxation area. The Doggy felt something turning on inside him.

At first, the finance assistant didn't know very well what to do, being quite shy and extroverted since High school, a detail that even resulted in some problems later during his college life. But eventually, Dingy overcame that and started to chat with the bartender on regular bases every Happ-hour after work. After a few weeks, the Canine built up the courage to ask the male Vulpine out on a date.

So now, the brown and yellow furred Doggy was sitting at his desk, trying to finish today's work and barely being able to keep his anxiety in control. As a good introvert, his brain was still processing that Flynn said yes to him last Friday.

"You forgot to insert the sum equation of the entire Y column."

Said Isaac, Diggy's coworker, a nearly graduated intern who sat on the desk just by the side of the slightly chubby Doggy.

"Oh, good lord! I can't afford to make any mistakes on those worksheets. I don't want to stay here over time, fixing it."

Said Diggy after immediately stopping typing and rereading his worksheet.

"Oh! So I can see he said yes! Is it going to be today?"

The introverted Doggy replied with a short and shy sounding, "uhum."

"Oh hey!!! Congratulations, shy boy! Where are you going tonight?"

The Siamese Cat asked, stopping type for a bit to turn his face right to look at his coworker's face. Severally out of tune with the rest of the intern mass working nonstop on the vast office floor.

"Ah, at his house..."

The Canine answered, sounding even shyer and moving his face away from eyesight;

"Wow!!! At his house on the first date!"

The Cat spoke, a little too loud, loud enough to make the other two interns who sat by the side of them in the same row slow down their typing and look at him.

"Sorry... but hey, that is really good, Dingy!"

"Yeah... I mean, we decided to go for the apartment instead of going out due to being short on money ... you know."

"I know, but I believe you could..."

However, before Isaac could finish that last sentence, their supervisor interrupted the Siamese Cat. The tall and somewhat muscle, black-furred Lion male walked passing by the Cat's desk, dropping a presentation form in the middle of the keyboard, all the while saying.

"Marcos didn't show, stuck in a traffic jam. You'll fill in his gap in my room now."

And that was all that the Lion said, not even stopping walking. The Siamese Cat would excuse his coworker Dingy before grabbing the form and leaving his working desk, not coming back till the end of the day, leaving the Chubby boy to dominate his focus all alone on the noisy office floor. Eventually, the Chubby Canine finished all the worksheets and paperwork, leaving him some minutes before clocking out to recompose and even check on his look before leaving the building. Flynn should be waiting for him at his place by now.

===

Flynn was relaxing most of the day, as he usually does on Mondays. Being a freelancer bartender allowed the Vulpine to do a little more than just save enough money to pay the rent, buy food, pay bills, and maybe do some good stuff. Like now, for example.

The Fox boy's deal with the Doggy was he provided the place, and Dingly would bring the food for the night. Although Flynn allowed himself to spend a good part of the day casually stalking the nice, shy boy who seemed interested in him. Almost a case of love at first sight thing. Through social media, the Vulpine found out the Canine boy had a secret nickname on a secret fetish website on the internet. Flynn didn't take much for opening up the boy's gallery, stalking almost all of his posts, and checking in on his fetishes.

"Oh, look at this! hehehe."

The Fox boy enjoyed himself, barely holding some casual giggles and the urge to talk to himself.

"Why do I always attract these types of guys? Anyway, I guess I could do something special for tonight~."

And that was all that Flynn needed to make up his mind. Running against time to put up a special surprise for tonight's date. Lucky, the Fox boy had perfect timing because the doorbell ranged when he finished the shower and put on some nice clothes. The short Fox quickly finished the last adjustment on his fur and hair before walking to the front door. One quick look through the door's peephole to confirm it was Dingy, and the girly-looking Vulpine would swing open the door.

"Hey!~ You really came."

Said Flynn sounding happily and slightly surprised as Dingy didn't text telling him something happened and he wouldn't be able to show up.

Meanwhile, the girly Vulpine was staring at the other boy. The Canine boy was slightly spacing out upon realizing the other boy's special outfit for the occasion. A very light, pink tank tip, followed by a dark, vivid purple skirt and purple striped socks going on to his mid-thighs.

Flynny would giggle at the Doggy, waving his right hand a couple of times and saying.

"Hey!~ Erth calling Dingy, someone there?~ Hehehe".

Dingy would immediately try to recompose himself, failing terribly and allowing his cheeks to turn quite red and almost dropping his glasses when trying to hide. Flynn would react by simply giggling even further, and after a couple of minutes, both boys finally made it inside.

"Well, as you can see, I don't have much, but I was stalking your social media a little bit~."

Said the Fox boy while walking further into the apartment towards the kitchen. Flynn was feeling quite comfortable because they were home, enough to allow his good-toned thighs to swing considerably on purpose to make his short skirt move around along the movement of his legs.

"Vulá!!!"

The girly-looking boy said upon stepping into the kitchen along with the Canine.

"No way! You bought an entire combo from Stake house for tonight?"

Dingy spoke, barely believing it, not only because outback stake houses tend to be expansive and somewhat fancy, but also because it was him the one supposed to bring the food today.

"Yeah, and not only that. Since I know you enjoy RPG games..."

Flynn said before walking into the living room only to bring a brand new VR set PLUS for two with him. The type of VR tech would allow one to be fully immersed in the game as if it were real life.

"Woah! But, I thought the whole point of staying home tonight was to save money, wasn't it?"

Asked Dingy, still barely believing that Flynn could afford all that fancy stuff. The Fox boy would react with a short, shy giggle before saying.

"In reality, I wanted it to be home to dress more freely."

And by saying that, Flynn would quickly grab each tip of his short skirt and lift it up very quickly, but enough to allow the Doggy to glance at the tight package held in place by a skin-tight, black jockstrap. This time Dingy wouldn't even say a word, mostly blushing and unsure about what to do.

"But first, let's eat because I'm hungry."

Flynn would say, breaking the ice and letting go of his skirt. Both boys would casually talk through the dinner. Dingy would ask how the other boy would even manage to afford all that cool stuff working as a bartender. Flynn casually explained to him that he simply works a lot on multiple parties as a freelance bartender beyond his main job at their workplace. Sometimes even working for two different parties on the same day during the weekends. Dingy found that quite exhausting but was surprised to realize how much extra money one can make working informally.

Shortly after finishing their meal, both boys procced to the living. They got themselves comfortable before plugging in all the external plugs required for that level of immersion they were about to experience. Although Flynny was already quite used to playing like that, for Dingy, that was his first time, and therefore he required some help from the girly Fox.

"Alright, I think you are all set. Oh, and don't forget we will be playing on a private server, so once you are at the gate, you must provide the password that should be "Flynn, my godly master~."

"I'm not going to say that out loud..."

Dingy answered, having the VR helmet already mounted on his head and all cables plugged in down his spine.

"Oh, yes, you will~ And don't worry, nobody can hear you and no gaming recordings~."

Flynn would speak while showing his crossed finger to his friend, only to provoke the Dog some.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot. Since I was stalking on social media, I found out some... quite interesting things about you~Thanks to that, I added a quite little surprise to the game season. I'm sure you'll love this one."

A cold shiver took control over Dingy's spine for a second before the boy asked.

"Wait? What surprise?"

"See you in the game!!!~"

And that would be the last thing Dingy would have heard from Flynn before feeling his consciousness diving deep into the virtual world. It felt almost like he had suddenly passed out due to an abrupt pressure fall or something similar. But shortly after, waking up again and stood up to his feet, now in a complete, brand new world.

"WOW!"

That was the only word that came out of the Doggy's mouth when he opened his eyes to look at his brand new surroundings. Dingy found himself in the middle of what could only be described as a very lived, vast, and untouchable forest, with many tall trees and a humid, green moss growing all around, taking control of most of the place.

The second thing the Chubby boy immediately realized was that his glasses were gone. He now had a very good view, even seeing far away objects with good detailing.

"Nice! Oh, those new, next-generation VR games feel like the real world. Look at this! No HUDs, no control panels, no text balloons! Amazing!"

Although extremely real, the artificial world Dingy was now inside off still had some easy to notice details. Some of them were made to remind the gamers that they were still in the game. One of them made itself apparent now as the boy noticed something that wasn't even there a second ago, simply appearing out of thin air.

The structure consisted of a massive wall made of rock bricks extending itself upwards as far as the view could see, seeming to have no end. In front of Dingy was a large duct, quite dirty and dark, with some moss growing all around its inner and outer walls. The entrance of the duct was facing the confused boy. Meanwhile, the rest of it ran upwards alongside the wall. If Dingy didn't know better, he could easily mistake the large structure for a rain gutter. But that thing seemed to be much closer to an aqueduct or a dam spillway than anything.

Just by the side of the entrance of the said duct was the gate mentioned by Flynn before.

"That should be the thing."

Dingy spoke to no one in particular, moving towards the gate only to realize how weird he was dressed. The boy had played multiple MMORPGs games before, so he was somewhat familiar with the classes of character such games could provide. He wasn't an expert or a full nerd in the matter. But the Canine was sure he had never played in such class before. If the Dog didn't know better, he could almost say he looked like some weird Fairy or something? But he wasn't sure.

The Canine simply decided to walk to the gate, and once standing in front of it, he spoke.

"Flynn is my godly master..."

Impossible to not blush quite red upon saying that, even though he was all alone in the middle of the woods. Not even a second after saying it, Dingy heard a hollow beat coming from inside the gate's lock. The gateway was open. Although, the Doggy was forced to put some effort into swinging it open.

Once on the other side, Dingy immediately noticed the change in the environment. He noticed how well kept and organized the vegetation was on this side of the great wall. Unlike the dense jungle from the outside, it looked like a park, but it was even more well-organized. The boy was almost sure he was walking into a garden of some sort, but this was the biggest garden he had ever seen, if that was true. Not only due to the amount of vegetation and different plants on it, but also due to their size scale. Everything seemed out of scale as if they were overly huge. But so far, it remained an odd sensation rather than an assumption in Dingy's mind since he couldn't confirm the true scale of this place until he found anything resembling something manmade. That until he saw...

"No way!!! That can't be... A sunflower?..."

Standing there, all innocently, was a sunflower, except it was easily one hundred meters taller than Dingy now.

The realization of that was nearly terrifying, given the implications behind it. Judging by how tall that flower was, Dingy could guess he was no more than one or two centimeters tall at the very best! And on top of that, the small boy was lost in the middle of what he was sure to be someone's garden, but he had no idea where he was supposed to go and how long that garden could even stretch itself.

"Alright, Dingy, keep calm. This is just a game."

The Doggy spoke to himself, trying to move the thoughts about being attacked by a giant-sized bug away from his mind and concentrating on the path right in front of him. Things weren't so bad at all. If Flynn told him about the gate and the password, this garden might as well be the front yard, or the backyard, of his friend's safe house in the game. That was good because it meant it was a safe zone and nothing could go wrong. Still, Dingy was playing such games for the first time, and from what he heard and read about them, they work just like real life. The chances for a bug to come out of nowhere and mistake him for a snack were high.

And yet the pathway leading towards a clearing right ahead was quite visible, almost as if that trail was placed there on purpose. Dingy decided to follow the trail for a little while until he noticed something that wasn't there spamming out of thin air again.

"Wood boards!"

The minuscule Doggy quickly moved towards the first board, which the text said.

"Gears and potions should be right ahead. I'll be there with you soon. Your godly master~."

Dingy's heartfelt tenfold calmer now. They Canine immediately realized this map must also be a sandbox and that Flynn was in control. Supposedly.

The Canine continued to walk through the trail for couple more minutes, till finally spotting what could be described as a small merchant's tent in the middle of the open clearing.

"There is it!"

But before Dingy could even make one more step forward, the earth and mud below his footwear vibrated considerably.

BOOM!!!

"Flynn?!"

BOOM!!!

Whoever or whatever was causing such tremors was huge. Dingy could only assume it must have been someone who was actually normal-sized, given how puny he was now.

BOOOMMM!!!

"FlYNN! IF THAT IS YOU! PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!"

But, the small Canine was left unanswered. Instead, he heard the loud sound of what seemed to be trees being turned apart and knocked down seemingly by the power of a heavy machinery approaching until finally, the source of all that destruction and tremors made itself visible.

KAAABUUM!!!

Landing right on top of the insignificant merchant's tent, Dingy had just spotted what seemed to be the base of a gargantuan red boot descend from the sky. The boot base was thick, but countless tons of weight applied over the ground was so much that most of the base sank dozens of meters into the mud. Anything as small as the Doggy boy was now couldn't have survived such destruction power. The owner of the said boot didn't even seem to have noticed he stepped on something, to begin with, as the whole tent could easily fit underneath the area of a single toe.

Dingy was cold, sweating now. Could his friend be leading him into a trap? That didn't make any sense, or that wasn't what the tiny boy wanted to believe. But right now, the shy Doggy was left so scared that he didn't even dare to tilt his head upwards and stare at the rest of that Titan's body. Until the booming voice of that towering colossus forced him to cover his ears.

"WHAT THAT FUCK!? THE TENT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RIGHT HERE! BUT WHEN I LOOK DOWN, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING! OH, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME I MESSED IT UP LIKE I DID WITH THE GATE... STUPID SANDBOX!"

The voice was loud and sounded imposing, but it was still the very soft and familiar voice Dingy had fallen in love with.

"FLYNN!"

Dingy shouted from below at the hundreds of meters tall boy and finally built the courage to tilt his head up. The tiny boy was attempting to make eye contact with his crush. Still, he managed to see the Fox's leg long boots, the firm pair of thick thighs, a massive red skirt, and the equally large, outlined, nearly skin-tight fabric of the colossus boy's bulge. At least the slightly chubby Doggy recognized his friend's outfit. Flynn was clearly an archer, just one out of several main classes available for this game. Dingy found it amazing how such a short, soft boy could have turned into a monumental alpha male due to something as simple as size difference.

Even if scared and feeling ultra insignificant before his crush, the Canine still failed to control his mind and get it to focus on what really mattered. And, to some extent, given Dingy natural shyness, his current state of being could be described as nothing more than the materialization of how he truly feels almost always whenever around Flynn. Punny and insignificant before the presence of such a gracious boy. Dingy was so used to the feeling that the small Doggy didn't notice that the towering Vulpine couldn't possibly hear his little voice from so far below. Until it was too late.

"WELL, THAT TENT COULDN'T HAVE SPAWNED TOO FAR FROM HERE. I'LL FIND IT EVENTUALLY."

Flynn's soft voice boomed majestically from far up above. Before his right boot started to lift off the ground.

"Oh no! No! No! Don't walk away!"

Dingy knew that it wouldn't take much more than a couple of steps forward for Flynn to be considered far away from him. Even if dangerous, the minuscule Canine jumped right on the tip of the moving red boot, trying to hold on to it while punching it the best he could to make the towering colossus at least feel something. Lucky, the plane worked, but only in parts.

Flynn felt as if something knocked against the tip of his right boot. Despite the thick leather, it was still a noticeable sensation. Lucky, the girly Fox was actually watching for tiny things on the ground. If not, the chances that the massive boy would simply have ignored such feeling would have been high. Unfortunately, the moment the Vulpine felt it, he immediately ceased his movement, bringing his feet to a complete stop and planting them on the ground. Consequently, poor Dingy has knocked out the tip of his boot, and landed back first on the mud below, only to watch the sole of the boot he was just trying to hang on top of descending on top of him.

BOOM!!!

The poor Dog didn't even have time to turn, embrace, or move any warm. His friend's boot's massive, thick, dirty sole landed on the ground, once seeking a good couple of meters into the fluffy, wet, cold mud. Dingy found himself still alive. Miraculously the tiny boy found his small-form fitting precisely underneath a single ditch that formed the boot's sole. Unfortunately, the Dog couldn't barely move his limbs, given that the sole sank in the mud. He was now dealing with compressed mud compressing him from behind and a thick, black sole resting countless tons of boy body's weight on top of him.

Flynn was curious. He was one hundred percent sure he had felt something down there. But now, while looking down, the Fox couldn't see anything beyond mud and dust and some sunflower petals. If only the skirt wasn't there to block the Vulpine boy's view, he would have been able to see the moment Dingy was knocked out. But now it was just too late. Fortunately, the Fox wasn't willing to give up that easy, so he crouched down to make sure he wasn't missing anything before standing up and beginning to walk again.

Meanwhile, Dingy was having a hard time trying to breathe and trying to remain calm. The nerdy Canine knew that the towering Vulpine felt him, given the fact Flynn was once again standing still. Dingy immediately started to crawl from underneath the ditched. His goal was to at least allow one of his hands or arms to reach the edge of the sole before having Flynn give up and walk off once again. The micro boy was doing some progress with the crawling, but that was until the massive giant standing on top of him decided to crouch down.

Poor Dingy let out a muffled shout for help when he felt the pressure and weight over his form increasing tenfold. The tiny boy didn't have any of his limbs broken by very little. At first Dingy thought, Flynn was taking a step forward with his other foot, but then he noticed the added pressure remained. He immediately assumed the boy was probably taking a closer look at the ground, which was the chance he got to take. Acting a supernatural effort, the micro-sized player managed to stick one little hand out of the edge of the enormous, heavy boot at the same moment.

"OH SHIT!!! 'I'M SORRY!!! I'M SORRY!!! I'M SORRY!!!"

Flynn repeatedly shouted before throwing himself back, landing on his butt with an audible beat followed by a tremor on the ground, but setting Dingy free without further compressing the boy against the mud by risking to stand back up.

"OH, DEAR LORD! ARE YOU OK?"

The archer Fox asked, but the Dog didn't answer. In fact, Dingy didn't say anything, being too busy trying to clean all that mud and dirt from himself.

"OH NO, PLEASE LET ME HELP!"

And so Flynn stood, looming ominously over Dingy one more time. It was nearly impossible for the small Canine to prevent the urge to run away from the towering Vulpine, especially after everything had already happened. But Dingy stayed in place. With a single flick of his index finger in the air, a transparent game HUD appeared in the air in front of Flynn's face, and right after that, both Fox and Dog were totally clean from the mud.

"MUCH BETTER, HUH?~"

And even before allowing Dingy to say anything, Flynn crouched down again, bringing that massive bulge and skirt up close to the Doy on the ground. Dingy was certainly with the towering boy, given everything that had happened. Still, given the amazing view looming right above his head, just some stores taller, it was impossible to focus, even focusing on being angry.

"'I'M SORRY DINGY, I WANTED TO MAKE YOU A SMALL SURPRISE GIVEN THE FACT I SAW ON YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA THAT YOU WERE INTO THIS WHOLE MACRO-MICRO FETISH THING. BUT I DIDN'T THINK IT THROUGH. MY BAD."

The Fox boomed with his soft and gentle voice while explaining himself to the nearly bug-sized Dog below, until realizing the small boy was far too busy paying attention to something else.

"HEY!~ MY EYES ARE UP HERE, DOGGY ~."

Flynn giggled and waved at the micro down below.

"I.. Ah... So... Sorry! Sorry!... I have a couple questions... Actually, I have many questions..."

"ASK AWAY~."

The gigantic girly Fox answered, giggling and slightly moving one hand to lift his skirt before very slightly and slowly scratching at the side of his bulge, making sure to stretch the fabric to further tease below. Surprisingly, Flynn achieved the desired effect quite easily as Dingy found himself paused, spacing out for a couple of short seconds, enough to allow the massive Fox to snap his finger and tease again.

"MY EYES ARE UP HERE, SMALL BOY~."

"Ah... Ok, first question. Why can you access the game's HUD, and I can't?"

"OH, GOOD QUESTION! WELL... YOU SEE, DESPITE SIZE CHANGING IS ALLOWED IN THIS GAME. NO CLASS OF CHARACTERS WOULD ALLOW YOU TO BE THIS SMALL. SO... LET'S SAY I KIND OF EXPLORED A SMALL GLITCH IN THE SANDBOX VERSION OF THE GAME THAT ALLOWED ME TO INSERT YOU IN THE MATCH AS A NPC..."

"Wait?! So now I'm an NPC?!"

"TECHNICALLY, YES. THAT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY I COULDN'T FIND YOU SO EASILY OR SEND YOU AN SQUAD INVITE EITHER... ONCE AGAIN, SORRY FOR NEARLY STEPPING ON YOU."

"Couldn't you have at least teleported me to you or spawned me closer?"

"I WAS TRYING TO, BUT SANDBOX HUD WASN'T HELPING. AND NO, SINCE YOU ARE A FAIRY, I COULDN'T SPAWN INSIDE MY HOME SLOT. I WAS FORCED TO SPAWN YOU OUTSIDE IN THE WOODS. BUT AT LEAST I MANAGED TO PLACE A TINY GATE YOUR SIZE OUTSIDE."

"I see... Well, fine. Ok, so what do we do now? I don't think I can actually go along with you through dungeons. All it would take you to be too far away from me to even hear me would be two steps forward."

Dingy would speak, while Flynn would slightly adjust his stance by moving one of his enormous forward a little bit, but enough to make the tiny Dog find himself even better positioned underneath him and between his feet. Of course, the Fox did that on purpose, and of course, the small boy wasn't looking at his eyes anymore.

"WELL, YES. YOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT IT, BUT THIS IS WHY I SPAWNED THE MERCHANT TENT. DID YOU READ THE WOOD BOARDS I LEFT ALONG THE TRACK FOR YOU?"

"Oh yes... the boards and the merchant tent... well, tell me why said tent is actually so important..."

The chubby Canine asked while cold sweating, not knowing how to explain to the Titan Vulpine what happened to the tent.

"OH, IT'S SIMPLE. SINCE YOU ARE CONSIDERED TO BE AN NPC BY THE GAME, YOU CAN'T EITHER BUY PORTIONS, NOR CAN I GIVE YOU ANYTHING. I THINK YOU CAN'T EVEN GATHER DROPPED ITEMS BY PLAYERS NEITHER. SO, THE MERCHANT TENT IS YOUR ONLY OPTION TO GAIN ACCESS TO GROWTH PORTIONS, AS YOU ACTUALLY EVEN RUN THEM NOW. SMART, ISN'T IT?~."

"Well, indeed..."

"SO, ALL YOU HAVE, IS FIND THE MERCHANT TENT, TINY, FAIRY BOY~."

"Well, to be fair... I... kind off already found it..."

"OH?! GREAT! WHERE IS IT?"

"Crushed to dust underneath your right boot sole..."

There was a moment of silence between both boys until the titanic-sized Fox quickly lifted it up to his right boot, checking underneath its sole to confirm the pathetic tent looked like an unfortunate candy wrapper stuck to his sole. Resting his foot down on the mud again with a loud boom and quake.

"OK, THAT MAKES OUR LIFES A LITTLE BIT MORE... COMPLICATED..."

"Why? Can't you spam another one? We are in a sandbox after all."

"YES, WE ARE., BUT NO, I CAN'T! I MEAN... EVEN IF WE ARE IN A PRIVATE SANDBOX, THIS IS AN ONLINE SERVE GAME. WE ARE JUST ONE PORTAL AWAY FROM A REAL GAME MAP, WITH A REAL ONGOING SEASON".

"THOSE MERCHANT TENTS, THEY ARE REAL! I MEAN, THEY ARE REAL GAME MERCHANTS THAT PLAYERS CAN BUY, PLACE ON A PUBLIC MAP AND ALLOW FOR AN NPC TO SELL GOODS. NOT ONLY THEY ARE EXPANSIVE, BUT THEY CAN'T BE SPAWNED ALL THE TIME..."

"Ok... so how long until you can spawn another?"

"AH!... TWENTY-FOUR HOURS... REAL-LIFE HOURS..."

"Holy shit!!!"

"YEAH, I MESSED IT UP. BUT LOOK... IT ISN'T ALL THAT BAD... I... ACTUALLY, I THINK THERE IS SOMETHING WE CAN DO!"

Flynn said before changing his stance to allow him to lean down right over the tiny Canine staring up at his body from below. Dingy could see the slightly mischievous grin forming on the lips of the towering Fox. Even though he loved him, something in the back of his mind was telling him he would regret it. Whatever it was.

"MY SWEET LITTLE FAIRY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO BECOME MY PET?~"

"To become your pet? what?!"

However, without being allowed even a second to think or to react, an animation of a pair of wings simply appeared on top of Dingy's head. Immediately after that, a red, translucent barrier appeared out of thin air surrounding the immediate area around Flynn. Everything behind that said barrier was dark gray. However, giving Flynn a normal expression, who was still looking down at Dingy with a soft smile on his lips, only the puny Dog seemed to be able to actually see the red barrier, limiting how far away he could go from his... master.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT BACK OR REACT AGGRESSIVELY TO DENY THE OFFER. HEHEHE X3"

"So, now what? Do I belong to you?"

"TO ALL EFFECTS, YES, YOU ARE MY PET~."

"For how long?!"

"FOR AS LONG I WANT ~ HEHEHEX3."

"Flynn!!!"

"OH, DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ONLY A GAME. AND ON TOP OF THAT, THINKING A LITTLE BIT ABOUT IT. I THINK I WOULD HAVE TO DO IT ANYWAY, AS I'M NOT SURE THE GAME WOULD SEND YOU THE SAME MAP AND SEASON WITHIN ME IF WE WERE TO STEP TOGETHER INTO THE TELEPORT PORTAL. AND TALKING ABOUT PORTAL."

Again, with a flick of his right index finger, the Fox boy opened up the game's HUD, and right after that, a massive portal, skyscraper-sized, formed right in front of Dingy and the Flynn.

"MAY I GIVE YOU A RIDE?~"

One more time, Flynn crouched over the small Fairy boy. He is doing it on purpose, but this time extending his hand to allow the two centimeters tall Canine to climb upon it. If only Dingy weren't spacing out again.

"I CAN LET YOU TRAVEL IN THERE IF YOU WANT IT SO BAD, BUT YOU WON'T TOO HELPFUL ON THE BATTLEFIELD IF IN THERE HEHEHE X3"

The gigantic Fox would tease him before moving that finger that was resting right in front of Dingy away to casually scratch at the bulge the small boy was once again admiring. Flynn made sure to scratch directly over the slightly wet, warm, humid fabric part covering the entrance to his shaft, stopping it only after feeling his fingertip getting quite wet before bringing it down to Dingy to climb up.

The same fingertip was now smelling heavy like Vulpine male musk. Its pink pad surface was slightly wet from Flynn's genitals sweat or might even have been the boy's precum leftovers. The number of details for a virtual world was truly impressive. To the point, Dingy was left frozen in place, blushing quite red so strongly that even the towering colossus of an archer could see it.

"HEHEHE X3, WELL, WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, MY SMALL PET~."

And with that sentence and soft giggle, Flynn used his fingertips to pinch the small Fairy out of the ground. He ensured that the wet tip he had just used to scratch at the boy's face was pressed directly against Dingy's face before dropping him on his left shoulder.

"ARE YOU READY, SMALL DOG? I'LL NEED YOU ATTENTIVE AND FOCUSED, FOR YOU'LL BE MY HEALER."

"Oh! So, even being an NPC, can I still actually help?"

"BUT OF COURSE! PET'S IN THIS GAME THEY ACTUALLY HELP THEIR OWNERS BY ATTACKING, HEALING AND WHATEVER."

"Neat!"

"YAY!"

The massive Vulpine stepped forward without speaking anything before the portal's cooldown time was up. Emerging on the other side in the middle of a somewhat busy game season.

Meanwhile, Dingy noticed the powerful earthquake generated by a single step forward of his "owner." Even if standing on the Fox's shoulder, far from the ground below, the impact of a walking skyscraper was such that the vibration traveled throughout Flynn's body, forcing the tiny Fairy to hold on to the neck of titanic Vulpine to avoid falling off to the ground, hundreds of meters below.

"YOU CAN FLY TOO IF YOU WANT IT."

Unfortunately, poor Dingy was off guard. He wasn't expecting Flynn to speak, and so when the boy's throat vibrated as his massive vocal cords were producing words. The tiny Fairy boy lost his balance and fell off the massive Fox's shoulder, falling behind Flynn and lucky enough to be able to partially grab the boy's long tail, landing safely on the ground.

However, Dingly lucky was short-lived as the moment he was about to stand up, a massive shadow formed on top of him...

BOOOMMM!

A notification informing him that his pet had died appeared on Flynn's game HUD.

"HEY! WATCH IT! ASSHOLE!"

Flynn immediately shouted at the random player who had just stomped on top of Dingy. The Warrier stopped and turned around to face the short Fox, taking a step close to the archer boy before saying.

"I printed your nickname. If I see you out of the green zone, I'll kill you instead!"

The High-level warrior walked away after that. His name was PK red, meaning that the player had been killing other players for a good while now. The game was even offering a silver bonus for his head. Dead or alive. The Warrier class player made sure to rub the sole of his boot against the grass, making sure to clean Dingy dead remains out of his foot.

"Damn!!! Lucky me, I turned Dingy into my personal pet before leaving the sandbox. I would have no way to recover him now..."

Flynn said while checking the cooldown time for his personal pet in the game's HUD. Ten minutes until being able to respawn his friend again. At the least, Fox boy was starting to realize how dangerous the idea of bringing a player registered as an NPC to a totally virtual world was.

Ten minutes later, Dingy would find himself opening up his eyes again. His first reaction was to raise up his hand to protect himself from the incoming sole that was no longer there.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! IT'S OK! IT'S GONE NOW! WOW! HOLLY SHIT! LOOKED AT YOU NOW!"

Flynn said, trying to calm his friend and "pet" down. Although, something was off. Actually, many things were off. Dingy immediately noticed that they were no longer in the same place as before. Both boys seemed to be already far deep into some dungeon of sorts. The second thing was even more impressive and hard to ignore, Flynn's size. Or, better said, his new size.

Actually, the Fox boy wasn't the one who changed size, but Dingy was. Whenever a Fairy is killed, their size diminishes by half as a magic debuff since their size is directly related to their magic. If before Flynn stood imposingly at nearly two hundred meters tall, now the same "short" girly boy was nearly seven hundred meters tall god.

"Flynn, is that you?!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Poor Dingy, the Canine had just become so ridiculously small now that he could barely stand the sheer power of the Fox's soft voice now. Knocked off his feet to the ground.

"OH, SORRY! AND I CAN BARELY HEAR YOU, HOLD ON, LET ME INCREASE YOUR VOICE VOLUME IN MY PERSONAL HUD... THERE YOU GO! TRY AGAIN NOW, CUTIE ^^."

"Lord of lords, what happened to you? Why are you so big?... Oh, wait! Is that a grass leave? Holly shit! Why am I even tinier than before? Can't you change that?"

The titanic Fox who loomed all so imposing in front of the pathetical Canine left out a heavy sigh, scratching his forehead a little before saying.

"NO, SWEETIE. UNFORTUNATELY, I CAN'T, NOT WITHOUT THAT TENT THING... AND I CAN'T YET SPAWN A NEW ONE. SHIT... "

Dingy remained silent for a little while and tried to understand the true vastness of his crush body's now. If before it was already difficult to see past his skirt or hips level, now the frail Canine was lucky to see anything beyond knees' level with good detailing.

"FINE, FIRST THING FIRST. YOU CAN FLY, SO YOU BETTER LEARN IT NOW WE ARE ALL ALONE. I SHOULD HAVE GONE THROUGH THE BASIC TUTORIAL WITH YOU WHILE WE WERE STILL IN MY PRIVATE SANDBOX. SORRY ABOUT THAT. BUT... WELL, I DON'T KNOW HOW CONTROLS WORK FOR AN NPC, BUT ... THINK ABOUT FLYING AND ABOUT WHERE YOU WANT TO GO AND THEN ... TRY IT?"

Flynn explained everything as calmly and softly as he could, trying to keep his voice low so as not to knock off the puny Fairy again. But not before crouching down once again, this time, however out of pure innocence and without any intention to tease Dingy whatsoever. The Canine boy had just become too damn tiny. However, Dingy did as he was told.

Thinking about flying and where he wanted to go, the minuscule Fairy took flight. Although, Dingy was thinking with his dick instead of with his head. As a result, the ridiculous speck flew directly into the damp, black fabric of Flynn's jockstrap, which loomed gloriously meters up above. Colliding face first with the sweat-drenched fabric, producing a small thud, completely inaudible to Flynn, before falling off and grabbing hold at the boy's skirt. Dingy wondered if his friend did even notice his collision against his bulge. After all, this is the most sensitive part of his body. Only to gain his confirmation by the time Flynn asked.

"WHERE DID YOU GO? I CAN'T SEE YOU ANYMORE."

"I... oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Flynn, wait!!!"

Before even being allowed to speak anything, Dingy found himself being dragged upwards by hundreds of meters in less than a second. The Godly Fox boy simply stood back to his full height.

"WELL, IF YOU ARE FLYING, THAT IS GOOD! JUST LAND ON THE TIP OF MY SNOUT, AND THEN WE CAN CONTINUE."

Dingy was feeling somewhat embarrassed. His shy nature was preventing him from informing his massive friend that he hadn't actually mastered the art of flying and nor that he was hanging by the fabric of his skirt some couple of meters away from his tremendous bulge. The proximity was so close, and the sheer difference in size was so great that the musk emanating from that black fabric covering Flynn's genitalia was thick like fog, even threatening to hypnotize the poor Dog.

"HURRY UP, DINGY, WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME. THIS DUNGEON WILL CLOSE SOON, AND I HAVE BEEN GATHERING SOME GOOD RARE ITEMS IN HERE.

Making Dingy's life even more complicated, Flynn slightly adjusts his posture while checking his personal game HUD again. Moving his left thigh forward, just slightly, but enough to provide the poor boy hundreds of meters below with a show. The damp fabric, completely drenched in male sweat from intensive moving through the battle against the mobs within the dungeon, produced an audible rumbling sound upon being stretched even first over the surface of Flynn's sheath, and ballsack his thigh moved. From the perspective of someone as small as Dingy, the view was nearly mind-blowing. At some point, the tiny Fairy could swear he saw something outlined against the fabric from the inside, as something ultra-tiny got itself stuck in there, enduring that musky hell of pressure, warmness, and boy's scent.

"OH, HEY ISAAC! ... ... ... YES I'M IN THE SOUTH LAKE DUNGEON RIGHT NOW, BUT IT'S ENDING SOON. ... ... ... HUH!!! GREAT!!! I WAS REALLY IN NEED OF SOME DARK MATTER! ALRIGHT, YOU CAUGHT ME. I'LL JOIN YOUR SQUAD AS SOON I'M DONE HERE!"

Dingy was able to barely understood what was going on. The same way Flynn was talking to him, the massive Vulpine was talking to someone else through his personal HUD cons system. Probably a guild member/friend. Hearing only one side of the conversation, the pathetical Fairy couldn't understand exactly what was going on. Still, even if the short conversation between his crush and somebody couldn't break Dingy's hypnosis over the gargantuan Fox boy's bulge. The next set of events threatened to break him!

One second after finishing his last sentence, Flynn took a step forward. Whatever the conversation he had, it seemed that he could excite the boy. Enough to make him nearly forget about his tiny, Fairy friend entirely! And to make matters worse, the now godly boy was walking fast. Dingy was left to hold on to the fabric of Flynn's skirt for dear life. He didn't want to die again, only to return possibly even smaller than he already was. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, it only took two steps from Flynn to knock him off the fabric of his skirt like the worthless bug he had become.

Meanwhile, free-falling, Dingly observed from up close the gigantic, gargantuan muscles belonging to Fox boy's thighs contracting in preparation to propel that deity creature forward. After all, given the sheer momentum, Flynn was nothing but a walking mountain; Dingy was propelled forward too! His landing location happened to be just on the precise spot where the archer left boot was about to rest. If the fall doesn't kill him, Flynn's massive bodyweight definitely will.

To avoid such a terrible as to be crushed underneath a Player's sole, again, Dingy put all his effort into flying away from that location. Sadly, given the lack of practice on his part, his flying skills were still very bad, allowing the tiny Fairy to barely manage to avoid a fatal crash against the ground and to barely miss the incoming boot.

KAAABUUUMMM!!!

Being a lot larger than before, Flynn's step not only caused a much more intense, overpowering earthquake. But also created a tornado-like gust of winds that easily knocked Dingy off the sky, forcing the small, inexperienced Fairy to brutally land face-first on the ground.

KAABUUM!!!

"Flynn!!! Wait!!!"

KABUM!

Sadly, the Godly Vulpine was far too distracted to concentrate on him or his voice, and on top of that, each one of the girly boy's casual rushed steps forward was able to cover city blocks worth distance in seconds, leaving the hopeless Dingy behind on the ground to watch his colossus form getting further and further away within each booming step.

"Please, Flynn, don't go..."

kabum!

Until a tingle sensation passed through all over Dingly's body, his eyesight turned dark gray and slightly red, huge, transparent, warning bord appeared slightly above his head.

"Return to your owner to avoid unequip. Five seconds remaining..."

"Hey, wait?!"

"Four seconds..."

"Holy shit! The game thinks I'm an item! Shit! Flynn claimed me as his pet!"

"Three seconds..."

"Oh gosh!!! Hey!! FLYNN!

"Two seconds..."

"Oh, shit.. shit... shit...! Ok... ok... ok... I got to fly! I need to fly!!!"

"One second..."

Unfortunately, there was no due time for Dingy to figure out flying. Before the puny Fairy could even blink his eyes again, his whole changed.

"Shit!!! Wait a minute.. where am I?..."

Dingy's new environment was quite dark, with only a faint source of light coming through what seemed to be the sky, but even the sky was extremely dark. Almost as if thick, dark clouds were blocking up the sun. However, if the Doggy didn't know better, he would say those clouds looked more like thick, massive ropes than anything. And, talking about ropes, just right in front of Dingy rested a gargantuan hill! With trees that could put anything Dingy had seen so far to shame, actually, even skyscrapers didn't have a chance if compared against said trees. However, again, the shape and characteristics of said trees seemed to be quite off! And on top of that, the whole place was stuffy, warm, and extremely moist. But it was only when the Canine Fairy decided to take a deep breath that his brain began to connect the dots.

"Wait a minute... Flynn?!"

The entire atmosphere around the Dingy was heavily polluted by his friend and crush's musk! Almost as a tenfold stronger version of the musk coming from his bulge a couple of moments ago when he was dangling on the Fox's skirt for dear life. But that was when Dingy started to add that the dark sky was formed by massive, ultra-large, almost city wild black ropes that looked like fabric. The massive, gargantuan hill was covered by equally immense trees that looked liked white strands of fur... the natural, male musk of his friend increased to intoxicating magnitudes...

"Oh hell no! No way it can be what I think it's..."

Finally, adding the last piece to the puzzle, Dingy looked around. Or at least he moved his head to each one of his sides, first realizing he was outstretched by some sort of invisible force, and the same invisible force was also keeping him stuck in place. Although it was a lot more complex than that. It was actually as if his spine was disabled. He couldn't feel or move none of his limbs. But the truly terrifying realization came the moment Dingy saw all the other things in there with him.

Just by his left side, it was Flynn's special sword, a limited edition melee weapon that Dingy himself bought for him as a gift card. That sword was easily twice Flynn's size when equipped. It was Flynn's special Merry Christmas suit on his right side, a fancy skin the Fox bought last Christmas and never used again since then! And right up above Dingy was the most impressive and terrifying detail of this new landscape, the broad and imposing entrance to Flynn sheath, half sealed and quite humid and sticky at the tip and edges.

"This is fucking crazy! This is ridiculous!!! It can't be possible that this game's inventory logic is to store people's junk inside their junk!!!"

Unfortunately, the moment Dingy finished that last sentence, the whole started to rumble and quake severely. It felt like the whole universe was about to end. But in reality, it was nothing but Flynn taking another simple step forward. Things were extremely different now that Dingy was nanoscopic inside the boy's black jockstrap.

Outside, in the player's world. Hours went by as Flynn played countless rate boss and dungeons with Isaac and the rest of the guide. The other boys convinced the Fox to exchange the night by the day and stay 24/7 playing! Even more, by playing with a full Squad, the number of items and consumables dropping from the quests and the map increased tenfold! Flynn was a master when it came to collecting items from the ground. Lucky, the storage space in this game was infinite. Since Flynn never bothered to sell or exchange his collected items, the Fox rarely opened his inventory to go after anything. If he sees something he likes, he just equips the item immediately. If not, he throws it into the inventory.

Eventually, Flynn collected a super rare Fireball Dragon Pet NPC. Immediately equipping it, finding it strange the fact he didn't have another pet equipped already, but the boy simply shrugged it off and continued with the squad. Dingy's situation was far scarier and more concerning as he was no longer considered a player by the game; he couldn't open any HUD whatsoever. Not even move his limbs at all! The boy was left to endure the intense earthiness, musk, and the eventual city-sized, salty sweat droplet that junk of his beloved crush would form every now and then. The main question running around the Canine's mind now was, what will happen to him the moment Flynn logs off?

Part 2

"Following the continuation, our poor fairy, Dingy, got a lifetime opportunity to get closer than never with his secret lover, Flynn. Perhaps way too close for his own good."

Dingy had no idea how many hours had passed since he found himself stuffy inside his crush inventory. The chubby boy grew used to enduring the constant back, and forward motion of a pair of thick thighs as the titanic fox male walked through the most diverse sceneries during his in-game season. The mountain-sized pair of orbs smothering the poor canine with each step and the natural smell of young fox musk that naturally dominated the area around Flynn's groin was magnified tenfold due to the massive size difference. Eventually, Dingy would wake up to a booming voice, but a different voice.

"That is not Flynn's voice." The entrapped doggy acknowledged.

Indeed, that soft, elegant, yet thunderous and booming voice belonged to Flynn's friend. A siamese cat named Isaac. "I KNOW WE HAVE BEEN FARMING AND ALL, BUT MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE THE TIME TO REST AND REGAIN OUR STATUTES. I MEAN, LOOK AT YOU, FLYNNY, YOU GOT A MINOR TENHIT DEBUFF, AND MY MANA IS NEARLY DOWN TO ZERO."

Luckily, the sweat-soaked fabric of the thong covering the fox's bulge allowed Dingy to hear and understand their booming voices perfectly well. The constant back-and-forth motion, along with the tremors, finally ceased. The titans have indeed been walking during this whole time. The boys were probably having fun.

"YEAH, MAYBE YOU'RE RIGHT, AND I THINK I GOT SOMETHING TO EAT IN MY INVENTORY. HOLD ON, LET ME CHECK." The young, girly fox issued. That last sentence sounded like music to the tiny ears of the equally tiny Dingy. The chubby dog saw that as an opportunity to finally get himself known and out of that man's cave. In no time, Dingy found himself standing in a completely different universe. This was the first time, after hours, the poor boy was allowed to breathe some fresh air after, but it didn't take him long to notice something was off within his new surroundings. The whole world was red, the ground was red, and even the small hills in the far distance were red. Only some small pathways on the ground were a different color; for that matter, it was white. Dingy would be left to stare, trying to get any hint of what he was actually staring at. Although suddenly, a strong, powerful earthquake forced the still nano-sized canine off his feet and onto his butt. "I KNEW IT; THOSE STEAKS WE GOT FROM THE COWTOWN QUEST DIDN'T HAVE DECAY YET. NOW WE JUST NEED SOME SPICEY AND A BIT OF FIRE.” Spoke the absoluty gargantuan fox.

"FLYNN!!!" Shouted Dingy. The sense of despair and total helpless beginning to fall upon the puny dog again. After spending hours inside the bulge of his secret lover, Dingy had simply forgotten about how tiny he became and how titanic Flynny now was. Subsequently, upon noticing his insignificant voice would never get so far as to the giant Fox boy's ears, the puny canine tried to use his only option to contact his companion. Dingy opened up a chat box with his fox friend, but upon typing his first message and hitting the send button, the chubby boy was frustrated by an error message informing him that credentials to message users. “Shit! Shit! This stupid game still considers me to be an item! I’m PLAYER for god sack!” Dingy outraged.

Unfortunately, the small dog wouldn't have much time to deal with the said glitch as he was startled by the sound of a heavy, loud explosion all around him. Looking desperately at his surroundings, Dingy noticed his partner was simply seasoning the raw steak he was currently standing on top of. The gargantuan black fox was casually rubbing his fingertips together right above and causing a rain of salt, spices, and pepper to fall off the sky; each grain of salt hitting the red meat below was larger than a house from the minuscule dog's perspective. Realizing that any attempt to communicate with the looming figures would be useless, Dingy tried to save himself by his own means. The nano-sized chubby boy began to run as fast as his fat, small legs could take him. Dingy seemed a little bit lost initially, but he immediately aimed at the edge of the steak. The young dog had no plan, ignoring that right below him, there would be the makeshift campfire put together by the fox and cat, the boy's only concern was to get that hell out there before becoming part of the meal. And, despite being extra careful to avoid getting buried beneath a single grain of salt, Dingy's escape plan would be frustrated as soon as he reached the border.

SPLAT! "Ouch! What that fuck?!" The young canine interjected. An invisible barrier prevented the small guy from actually jumping out of the border of that raw meat. Shortly after came the message from the game's system. Dingy wasn't allowed to leave this area because he was currently considered a spice. The game understood he was part of the meal his crush was cooking and about to eat! Once again, despair befalls the puny canine. Dingy stared upwards once again. Even if Flynn stood immediately in front of him, the young fox's face was so far he could barely understand the facial features of his lover. But, it was about the time the ground beneath the doggy shook violently. Dingly realized it was due to nothing more than another equally titanic figure stepping closer to Flynny, a tall, taller than the young fox and slim siamese-cat.

Dingy was sure to see the cat before; he was one of the vulpine's online friends, always playing raids with them every now and then. Talking about the raid, that was precisely the first word that came out of the titan, young cat's mouth. "FLYNN! LOOK AT THIS! THERE IS AN LIMITED TICKET FOR A BOSS RAID JUST AROUND THE VILLAGE! HURRY UP! THE TICKET WILLE EXPIRES IN MINUTES!" The magician Siamese Cat spoke early, right before being interpolated by the black fox.

“BUT, WHAT ABOUT THE MEAL?!” Flynn said and, for a moment, looked down to the piece of steak yet to be cooked by the campfire, directly to the spot where his best friend Dingly currently stood.

The insignificant-sized canine jumped and waved one more time, yet it just turned out to be completely useless one more time. "LET ME HANDLE THAT. I HAVE SOME COOKING BONUS AS A MAGICIAN." The towering feline spoke before stepping aside to that stand right in front of dingy and the meal. Since Isaac was wearing a special skin for the occasion, the half-naked magician allowed most of his body to be exposed without losing any armor points. The magician would then hoover his hands over the campfire, and the small canine felt a shiver running down his spine. For a moment, Dingy thought he was about to become a dark, burned crump on the steak, but instead, he was allowed a first-row seat to witness Isaac's magic taking place. A green aura expanded through the red landscape of pure meat, and in an instant, the steak went from raw to grilled and everything standing on it, Dingy the only exception.

"99% COOKED? HOW SO? IF THE STEAK STATUTES SAY IT'S 100% EXCELLENT?" The siamese magician was puzzled. “WHO CARES? THE GAME HAS BEEN ACTING WEIRD THE WHOLE DAY ANYWAY.” Flynny immediately said and, without a second thought, grabbed the wood stick, removing the cooked beef from the campfire support and bringing it to his waiting mouth.

Dingy felt more terrified than ever. Nothing could compete with the sheer sight of mountain-sized lips approaching your location at high speed. Even before, when he was left to face and endure the gigantic phallus of his mate, the puny dog had never felt so intimidated as now. The closer the lips got, the more details the young, chubby man could see. The slightly oily surface of Flynn's skin, the small imperfections on his lips, now magnified to the size of mountains. The heat emanating from the giant fox skin and even the soft yet strong turbulence generated by the broad muzzle casually breathing a dozen meters above. "FLYNN!!! I'M RIGHT OVER HERE!!! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!!!" Dingy useless cries went heard like before. In no time, the nano-sized doggy couldn't even see the face of his secret lover anymore; the large muzzle became all that he could see. The sight could be beautiful if it weren't for the frightful realization that the girly-looking young vulpine was about to eat him alive! It took Flynn a couple of seconds, but from Dingy's perspective, it felt like an eternity until finally, the massive lips parted open to reveal the vastness, cavernous interior of a young fox's mouth.

The naturally dark location was illuminated by the external light, which allowed Dingy to witness white, sharp, mountain-like teeth. Thick, transparent columns made entirely of pure droll connect the surface of the vast, pink tongue to the fox's palate countless meters above. "Dear lord! I could get lost in here!" The tiny dog exclaimed, and not so long after that, he was startled by the passage of the upside-down mountain hover head. Dingy could see the precise moment the part of steak he was currently standing upon was introduced in the confines of the fox's mouth, passing through the open lips. The air around Dingly immediately changed; the atmosphere became carried with dense humidity, the fumes of whatever Flynny had previously eaten digesting away in the confines of his stomach. Looking around, the shrank canine could see the gums and the space between them, realizing that even the small food leftovers stuck between the teeth and the gums were larger than he now was tall! Dingy was about to be eaten, and he wouldn't even count as one percent of the total calorific value of that meal. Eventually, the time for admiring would end and said end came in the form of an audible rumble. Flynn's powerful jaws began to move, and the chubby boy immediately turned around to have one last look at the outside world before witnessing a massive row of sharp, white teeth and fangs cutting through the landscape with ease. The lips followed right behind, colliding against the fresh surface of the steak with a loud boom! The world became dark.

Dingy was terrified; there was no need to be a genius to know what would come next. The titanic fox god would begin to chew down his food, destroying whatever contents inside his mouth, Dingy included. Despite being very well aware of the sheer danger, the young male was paralyzed for a second until a fast, involuntary reaction from the subconscious part of his brain forced the small fairy boy to conjure a light orb. Now a light orb might sound like nothing, but in the total darkness confines of a gigantic mouth, the little thing shined like a powerful star, bright enough to allow Dingy to have a good look at his surroundings, a detail which would prove to be essential for his survival in the moments that would follow. Flynn began to chew the meat; the fox was in a hurry, given that the raid ticket his feline friend got was limited by time. The young archer paid little to no mind to good matters; his main object was to chew and swallow the contents in his mouth as fast as his throat and jaws could. Unfortunately, the black fox didn't know, but by deciding to do so, he was imposing the most terrifying, hellish survival challenge upon his small best friend. Dingy would be tested to the extreme. Simple flicks and twitches from that vast tongue were able to send his insignificant form flying around the wet mouth, heavy droll falling on his form, making it hard and nearly impossible to move, and yet the small canine primary concerns were to avoid falling in the space between tongue and gums as he knew the risk of being crushed later on by a resting tongue were high. And yet, Dingy knew he needed to avoid the massive teeth, especially the molars, which could easily turn him into dust.

By the time Flynn was done eating, Dingy had found himself stuck as if he were nothing more than a mere crumb leftover between the space between the base of two white molars. The sheer size of the tooth and broad base gave the impression that the puny dog was stuck in the valley of a massive canyon, but in reality, it was just his lover's teeth. Audibility, world-shaking gulp, and everything except Dingy were swallowed down by the fox. “ALRIGHT! I’M GOOD! LET’S GO!” Spoke huge fox, with a voice that could easily vaporize someone as small as Dingy now, given that he was now stuck within the confines of the young vulpine's mouth. The chubby dog was terrified. Every time that vast, muscular tongue moved, he was forced to endure a strong air current that threat to dislodge Dingy from his relatively safe position, and at the same time, the young man was perfectly aware that he needed to come up with a plan to get out of this gigantic fox mouth before he ends up drawing in thick saliva or accidentally swallowed having Flynn not even knowing what he did. "Alright, Dingy, and stay calm and use your brain." Dingy talked himself down. The muffled and distant footsteps of Flynn's boot far away on the ground couldn't do much other than to remember the dog that time was running out. The giant fox's mouth was closed and sealed; Flynn wasn't speaking to his friend, so there wasn't a reason to keep the maw open, but that also meant that Dingy was left in complete darkness. At least the puny canine had his light orb with him. The chubby boy's primary concern was to properly locate himself within the confines of the vulpine's mouth.

Walking along the white canyons, taking all the care in the world to avoid slipping in viscous, warm saliva, Dingy did what he could to approach the edge of the gum. Eventually, the small dog reached his destination, taking the time to look and understand his surroundings. "God dammit! It's virtually impossible to locate where exactly I am. I can't tell what direction is out or in…" the little fairy boy exclaimed. Dingy's light orb was doing its job just fine, but it couldn't compete with the sheer vastness of Flynn's mouth, given the sheer scale. Right ahead, the dog could see taste buds, taste buds as tall as trees from his insignificant perspective. Dingly was left with the sensation that even if he rubbed his diminutive form against those pink things, their own wouldn't be able to register his taste or presence. And even if he wanted to do that, the space between gum and tongue was tremendous, a massive cliff that would require the tiny fairy the ability to fly to come across it. Without access to Flynn's tongue, any attempt to escape his mammoth mouth would be frustrated even before the start. To fall down the space between gum and tongue was out of the question since Dingy had no idea how to climb out of there once he reached the front tip of the mouth. "Maybe if I walk around the base of his teeth…." The nano boy was abruptly interrupted by the ultrasonic jet engine-like voice coming from the depths of the fox's esophagus. "OK, SO WHAT’S THE DEAL?" Flynn casually asked the siamese cat, having no idea that by simply doing that, he caught the puny passenger within the confines of his mouth off guard.

Dingy was brutally hit and effortlessly carried along by the gigantic tongue. The pink organ paid the dog no attention; it was simply moving to pronounce the syllables the even larger fox intended. In less than a second, the diminutive canine went from gum base to palate, hitting hard and face against the warm, hard surface of the vulpine's palate, getting both legs broken upon impact, and Flynn wasn't even trying. The fox was merely speaking. "I'LL STUN THEM, AND YOU USE YOUR ARCH TO HIT KILL THEM." Spoke the equally giant feline. That meant bad news for dingy as they had both arrived at the raid location, and a confrontation was about to begin. That meant Dingy was running out of time as Flynn could do anything from being forced to shout at Isaac to heavy breathing. Any of that would prove lethal to any nano-sized micro left to their luck within the confines of their mouth. Luckily, Dingy wouldn't survive to witness any of that.

Just as the chubby dog felt his broken body unstuck free from the mouth's palate, free falling to hit the tongue far below, the pink landscape began to move again. “GOT IT! LET’S GO!” That was all that it took for Dingy's body to be ultra-destroyed. The vast, massive tongue hit hard against his fragile form multiple times, further grinding his body into a red goop. The said goop would soon mix with viscous, warm saliva and droll building up in the confines of the vulpine mouth until finally swallowed down along a cold, red river made out of HP recovery portion. Dingy was, one more time, sent to the fox's inventory.

After spending another couple of long hours within the confines of lover bulge, facing the constant sway of Flynn's massive manhood, suddenly, the motion ceased. The insignificant-sized dog didn't know, but the gigantic vulpine had returned to the safety of his sandbox slot. The slim arch was all alone; his companion, the siamese cat, had long left the game and left Flynn's to his own dudes. The archer was a mess; playing throughout multiple maps, quests, and boss rides non-stop left the young man's inventory on an all-time low in terms of resources, a detail that could be confirmed by the insignificant fairy now left almost alone within the musky confines of the fox's bulge. Saved by the new stockpile of countless lut collected during the day. "MAN, MY INVENTORY IS A MESS, AND ALL MY STATUS BARS ARE DAWN LOW…" The titan made Flynn cry to himself. The giant was clearly lost when it came to what to do immediately. Every diligent player knows that after a long gaming section it comes the pain of putting the inventory in order, separating the wheat from the chaff, and given how high-level Flynny already was, most of the items stuffed in his inventory were trash and useless, but that one thing could be a super rare item, and so it would demand time and attention. The latter was the thing the fox was totally out of. In the end, it was the stomach to take the final word. A loud grumble, enough to cause minor tremors in the confines of Dingy's musky world down around the boy's groin, signaled that the black fox was hungry.

"ALRIGHT, FOOD TIME, I GUESS." The slim archer playfully remarked, opening his inventory to manage HUD and immediately filtring items by consumables. “YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, AN ENTIRE GAME SEASON AND ALL OF THE CONSUMABLES ARE LOW-LEVEL PORTIONS AND SIMPLE RAW INGREDIENTS? DAMN! ISAAC WAS RIGHT ABOUT PAYING FOR A PREMIUM ACCOUNT". The young fox protested before stopping for a moment. The image of that cat's skin-tight, costume premium suit slipped into his mind and caused his flaccid shaft to twitch shyly in the equally tight confines of his thong, bringing the warm, musky tip even closer to his poor, tiny passenger. Luckily, Flynn quickly pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind, bringing his attention back to the inventory HUD where his eyes would lay upon a strange new recipe highlight for him. "Fairy sandwich? What that fuck?" Without thinking twice, the black fox selected said recipe. The HUD signalized that all necessary ingredients were ready in the inventory, so the fox began the assembling. Immediately Dingy would notice the world around him shrinking; it took the dog a couple of seconds to realize he was actually increasing in size! The chubby boy returned to the average fairy size, but before being able to celebrate, the yet small fairy found himself teleported out back in the open and landing face first into a soft, very comfortable surface. If Dingy didn't know better, he could swear he was laying on… "A slice of bread?". Exclaimed the now not-so-tiny fairy, turning himself around to better understand his new surroundings, only to be greeted by a large, green leaf butter lettuce falling right on top of his pinky-toe-sized form. From that moment forward, Dingy was left to feel the weight on top of him gradually increasing as more and more ingredients were added. Eventually, a low thump would inform the small man that the last slice of bread was placed, locking him and all the ingredients in position. "UH! THAT DOES LOOK GOOD! LET'S SEE IF DOES TASTES GOOD TOO~" The giant fox amused himself, grabbing the thirty centimeters long sandwich off the counter with both hands, bringing it up to his waiting mouth.

Meanwhile, inside the cold confines of that messy of lettuce, spicy, mustard, ham, mayonnaise, and pickles, Dingy felt a powerful jolt as the sandwich he happened to be part of was casually lifted into the air a dozen of meters. "FLYNN! NO!!! WAIT!!!" But, unfortunately, the small cries from the fairy-made dog were completely muffled by the loud, ripping noise of a set of powerful teeth tearing apart the bread and the ingredients until Dingy was left to stare in shock at a large row of white frontal teeth chomping down the sandwich right in front of him. The fox's teeth were no longer as massive as mountains, but each one of the said teeth could still crush his head easily!

"oh lord…." That was a shy mumble that left Dingy's lips upon coming across the much larger lips of his lover, slowly closing and sealing mere centimeters ahead of him. Wasting no time, the colossal fox began to chew down the first bite of the sandwich. The loud sound of food being crushed and further pulverized in the confines of Flynn's maw was loud enough to make an attempt to cry for help ultra useless.

After a moment or two of chewing, Dingy would witness a bulge going down his lover's throat, followed by an audible gulp! The soft lips of the girly-looking male fox would move apart slowly to allow the tip of his pink tongue to lick across, all before the booming voice of the young said. "HUM!!! TASTY!" Flynn had absolutely no idea about the show he was providing to his mate, all the while, Dingy was watching his crush from a whole new perspective. Never before had the dog imagined that such a cute, delicate and adorable boy could turn into a machine of massive destruction. Even when casually speaking, just like what Flynn did just now, the chubby fairy dogy was left to endure up front the warm breath escaping the fox's lips and carrying with it the fumes from within the confines of the young man's stomach and whatever was digesting in there already. A place that Dingy definitely didn't want to revisit. Unfortunately, the decision was made for him.

The fairy-made boy would witness the black fox lips opening up again, this time from a much closer perspective than ever before. The mouth's interior might not have been as terrifying as it was when he was ultra-tiny, but it didn't change the fact Flynn was a natural predator species, and by that, the young fox possed some sharp rows of teeth waiting to cut down whatever food he happens to introduce into his maw. Watching the light slowly fading away again, Dingy tried to do his best to turn his small body around inside the sandwich and crawl his way into the back of the thing. Still, he found it hard to push aside the larger ingredients, considering that he was probably one of the smallest ingredients within that large sandwich. The dog was fighting a lost battle, and the fact that Flynn's huge fingers were doing a fine job holding everything in place, there was no point in even trying. But yet, Dingy did try, only to witness the same front row of teeth chomping down the sandwich; however, this time, watching it from the back. The poor boy was once again inside that fox's maw. The same dangerous chewing process began again, though this time around, the chubby fairy was big enough to actually have some control over his destinate, being able to avoid the dangerous teeth, but in the end, Dingy's fate remained the same.

The poor dog would feel his whole world turning upside as soon as the huge tongue tilted upwards, sending that mass of chewed food along the fairy down into the fox's large esophagus. "FLYNN!..." Dingy cried for help one more time, only to have the air pressed out of his lungs brutality by the tight squeeze of the throat muscles, being sent downwards towards his final destination within the furnace-like stomach of a fox. Falling from the roof to land on a soft island of food, the dog found himself surrounded by stomach acid, contracting muscles wall, producing loud rumbling noises, anxious to digest the incoming food. "omg! Flynn! I'm in his stomach!" The sheer realization of finding himself within the stomach of a larger person, even if he had already been there before, although he wasn't aware or conscious during his first stay.

The stomach was dark, impossible to see anything at all, the heat was strong, and the rumbling was loud. The smell was terrible, a pungent smell of pure acid invading the poor dog's nostrils, slowly burning and dissolving his lungs. Suddenly and without warning, an audible boom, followed by a tremor, disturbed the delicate balance of the floating island of food Dingy happened to be standing upon, the last chewed piece of the sandwich falling off the ring springer-like muscle on the roof of the furnace, colliding with the previous ball of food and sending the poor fairy right into the pool of acid. Nearly immediately, the small canine felt a strong tingling sensation through his body, a painful one, his fur beginning to fall off his skin. "Oh shit! I'm being digested!" the dog desperately exclaimed to himself. "FLYNN, FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, TAKE ME OUT HERE!" The tiny fairy shouted at the thick stomach walls, hoping that somebody would come to rescue him.

"WOAH! THAT ONE ACTUALLY TASTES REALLY GOOD!" Spoke Flynn out of joy. And even more than the taste, the second surprise came from his character's status bar fully recovered. That strange fairy sandwich, whatever that is, could easily be considered the best consumable in-game. However, once glancing over his inventory, the black fox immediately noticed that the same sandwich couldn't be repeated as the main ingredient; the fairy was missing. "WELL, MAYBE IT WAS AN UNIQUE ONE, WHICH MAKES SENSE GIVEN HOW MUCH OF STAMINA, HEALTH POINTS XP THAT ONE GAVE ME. IT COULD EASILY BRAKE THE GAME," Spoke the young archer, nonetheless about the fact the game was already broken. Meanwhile, in the dark furnace confines of his stomach, a small fairy-like Dingy was still struggling to be noticed and get rescued, the poor boy did all he could to win closer to the muscle walls, patting and even punching against them but the best reaction that he managed to get out of that was a loud burp out of the equally large fox boy. "OOPS! MY BAD!" Flynn casually spoke, covering his mouth. And by the time the young fox was finishing that sentence, Dingy was feeling most of his body beginning to fall apart and dissolve in the confines of his crush tummy. The dog's muscles were burning, and soon enough, he found himself unable to move his body; most limbs had already disintegrated into a meaty soup of stomach acids. “LET ME SEE, WHAT ELSE IS IN IT FOR ME…” The girly fox casually continued to scroll down through his inventory HUD, allowing his belly to do its job.

Eventually, Flynn came across a second fairy recipe, and by the time he did dos, Dingy would already have awake up again, in the musky confines of the boy's bulge! Stuck in this loop process of being a threat as an item by the game system, slowly turning it into a horrible nightmare for the poor boy. "FLYNN! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! SAVE ME! SOMEBODY HELP M…!" And then again, just like before, the small fairy was teleported out of the bulge of his secret lover. This time his nano-sized hadn't been altered; in fact, it was, but the chubby fairy could tell he wasn't nearly as big as he was before, and he was definitely not on top of a slice of bread like before.

"FAIRY MOCHA COFFE, SERVET COLD. ALRIGHT, LET'S GIVE IT A TRY," Flynn’s booming voice shook the tiny fairy world. And ended up serving as a guiding base to point the right direction. The whole landscape was white and quite cold from Dingy perspective. At least, this strange surface offers little to no resistance against the small canine efforts to make his way to the surface. It was only when Dingy broke through the surface that he could see some light and breathe some air. The atmosphere surrounding the tiny young boy smelled strong of strawberries; it only took the small fairy a couple of seconds to realize that he was standing on the whipped cream! The whipped cream was acting as a topping for a cold drink! "Shit! Not again! Please, no!"

Dingy spoke, looking around, trying desperately to spot the face of his good friend, until a strong gust of warm wind hitting him from behind gave a good clue. Although, as soon as the poor boy turned around, he realized it might already be too late. The only thing Dingy was able to see was two broad, house-sized nostrils attached to an even larger black muzzle. A fox muzzle! "FLYNN!!" rumble!!! Immediately upon finishing, that cried out the massive lips, which Dingy was already getting very well familiar with, collided against the edge of the cup, followed by one of the most terrifying sounds the small dog had yet to witness, and the body of an innocent young fox could produce. Flynn sucked the cold coffee out of its container and down into the confines of his mouth.

Dingy witnessed the ocean-sized cup filled with cold coffee begin to level down. Lucky, this time around, the dog, like a fairy, found himself stuck to the upper lips of his mate among a good amount of white whipped cream. But the dog was perfectly aware he had only a small chance. He needed to move away from Flynn's lips as he knew the most common thing to do with whipped cream leftovers around their lips was to lick them clean. And in about no time, that was precisely what happened. A loud rumble indicated that the pink tip of an enormous tongue was already on its way to wipe clean that young male's soft, girly lips. "NO, FLYNN! NO! DON'T DO IT! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!" But, sadly, Dingy's cries were no louder than the friction caused by the soft movement of a tongue moving against the equally soft surface of the lips.

In no time, Dingy found himself brought into the dark confines of a mouth, the third time around today. Once again, the poor canine was small enough to see fine details within that girly fox's mouth. Still, even before Dingy could come together with a plan, the lips parted themselves wide open again, and the same cold cup loaded with coffee from before came into view; Fynn was simply about to take another sip out of his drink. "HELL NO!!!!" The puny dog yelled while running away from the opening, completely useless and nonsense. The strong flow of cold, dark liquid reached his fragile form in no time, carrying him along massive-sized islands of whipped cream down the throat of that slim boy again. Dingy was soon to be left in the confines of his good friend again, that is, if he could even call Flynn, a friend after everything they had been through. Gosh, the chubby male wasn't even sure he would ever get to talk to black fox again.

Taking the time to properly rest and digest his meal, the short, fit-looking, black vulpine took a seat. Aimless scrolling down through his inventory, eventually stumbling upon the pets section and curiously scrolling down to check the brand new acquisitions, until suddenly, one specific pet got Flynn's attention. "DINGY!!!" The archer exclaimed out of sheer fear! He realized now that during this whole time, the poor boy was lost around his inventory, mixed together with all the other items for an entire day! "Good lord! Stupid game! Dingly is not a pet. He is a player… shit! How do I fix it?!" Trying his best to avoid falling into despair, the soft boy decided to do the obvious, commanding his HUD to summon his "pet," but only to receive an error message warning him that consumable could only be summed once. "Consumables? What that fuck?" The fox was startled for a moment; pets weren't consumables and could be summed as many times as the user desired. However, it was only then the young archer put two and two together, eyes widening with the realization. Flynn would slowly tilt his head down to face his belly. "Dingy?... Are you there…" burpppp! Accidently letting a loud burp escape, patting his belly before saying… “I guess… I’ll have to wait….”