title: Stocking Stuffer aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Kyrm] id: [29867845] date: 星期三, 十月 26日 2022, 4:04:03 下午 modified: 星期三, 十月 26日 2022, 5:08:58 下午

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Stocking Stuffer

Author: Kyrm Source: Stocking Stuffer

In a quiet community set aside from its normal-sized counterparts, rows of snow-caked model houses were gaily decorated. Lights, ornaments – it was easy to get creative when your home was less than a tenth the scale of a regular one. These displays were all prepared, of course, for Christmas day. To say that these anthropomorphic creatures, both big and small, celebrated “Christmas” might be a mistranslation, but for the sake of convenience, let us use the term many of us parallel with stockings, presents, and, among other things, a particularly round home intruder.

Amidst these houses, there was one that stuck out, not due to the extravagance of its display, rather, its lack. A single, simple home, with its shades lowered. To a passerby, it might have even seemed abandoned. However, behind the shades, sometimes fluttering, other times stalking those lonely halls, was a creature that rarely ventured outside, well-accustomed to the dark.

The brown bat had just awoken, clambering down from the metal ring from which he hung when he slept. “Merry Christmas,” the micro bat muttered to his reflection in the mirror. He donned his glasses before stretching his lanky limbs. “Time to spend it alone. Again.”

Not that he usually minded solitude – far from it, with his drawn-down shades and reclusive lifestyle, it was apparent to most that the person whose company he enjoyed most may well have been his own. However, for some small part of the bat, that solitude didn’t sit completely right on a day like this. Part of him, though he would never admit to it, wished that he could spend today with someone.

Unbeknownst to Kyrm, that wish would come true.

It was when he finally fluttered into the living room that he realized something wasn’t quite right. Kyrm wasn’t much for decorations, yet, along the furthest wall, there hung a fluffy red and white stocking. Embroidered onto the cuff, written in cursive, was the bat’s name. The stocking itself seemed to be empty, but something attached to it caught his attention.

Kyrm squinted. Something was moving, a tiny shape dangling just outside the stocking, red foil wrapper catching some of the light that came through the cracks in the window shades. Some kind of gift?

Hesitantly, the bat drew closer.

It was dark when Callow came to, and very uncomfortable. The cream-colored micro deer made a single movement, only to realize why his discomfort couldn’t be alleviated:

He was tied up.

“I must have gotten messed up last night,” the deer muttered to himself, half-laughing. Though, truth be told, he couldn’t recall much of anything from the night before. He didn’t think he had gone to a party. He didn’t even think he had left his house. Now, however, there was only soreness and a dark room. A dark room he couldn’t even touch the floor of.

His tiny deer brain tried to wrap itself around the situation. Dangling. Tied up. Dark room. Fortunately, he didn’t need to make many guesses, as his eyes had finally begun to adjust to his surroundings.

His giant living room surroundings.

“Oh,” he said, sounding surprisingly calm for someone tied up in the home of someone so many times his own size. “Oh,” he repeated, this time decidedly less calm. His head, the only thing that could swivel about in his hogtied position, tried to spot any other micros. Was this a prank by one of his friends? The deer had quite a few normal-sized acquaintances who would have done something like this, especially on Christmas day.

A glint of red just in the corner of his eye made him realize that the holiday itself seemed to be the theme of his bondage: he had been tied up in red foil. And not the cheap kind, considering the fact that his struggles didn’t have any real effect on the wrapping. Something light rested atop his head, between both antlers. He shook his head until it loosened and fell – a red ribbon went tumbling to the ground. Callow frowned. What was he, some kind of gift?

“Hello?” the deer called out. Not too loudly. He expected someone his own size to scamper out from below and laugh, someone who would hopefully get him down before anyone not-his-size took note.

“Anyone?” he squeaked out again.

Then, in the distance, the silence was broken by a yawn, followed by the flapping of wings. Callow fidgeted again. Someone was moving through the house. Someone much larger than himself.

Suddenly, an immense shape came into view. It had fluttered into the room before landing delicately on two paws. Callow didn’t know the person, but something about him looked familiar. It was a brown bat with dirty blond hair, his tired-looking hazel eyes peering out from behind thin, rimless spectacles.

Callow froze. He had expected someone he knew to come inside, bearing a mischievous grin and ready to unwrap a tiny deer “present.” This bat, however, just seemed to be waking up in the morning, clad only in flannel pajamas, completely unaware of the deer’s presence.

Then, the bat’s weary eyes rested upon Callow, and in a matter of a few steps, the brown-furred figure stood directly in front of him, already squatting down to get a better look at the deer who hung in front of his face.

That’s when it clicked.

“Wait,” the deer said. “Kyrm?”

Though Callow couldn’t completely remember what transpired last night, he did remember that he and his bat friend had been talking – online, of course, since Kyrm wasn’t one for visitors. But what had they been talking about?

The bat’s ears twitched in response to hearing his name, eyes narrowing as he looked the little deer over. It was then that Callow realized that the only thing that clothed him was the foil that bound his arms and hooves. The brown bat’s snout was just level with the miniature cervine, giving Kyrm ample opportunity to take in the tiny eyeful. Then, thankfully, the bat’s own eyes widened with recognition.

“Callow?” he asked, sounding equally dumbfounded.

“Yeah!” Callow piped back up, trying once again to shake himself free from his confines. “Could you get me out of here? Don’t know what happened, but…” He paused. “I didn’t recognize you at first! You told me you were a micro!”

Kyrm frowned, looking confused. “I am a micro.”

“But… You’re huge!”

“Huge” was an understatement. If the bat chose to, he could easily pop Callow into that maw of his, the deer’s head now the size of a single sharp tooth. With that comparison in mind, Callow tried to run the numbers in his head, and the results didn’t look good:

“I’m tiny,” he said, not quite sure how to process the fact.

“I would’ve gone for minuscule,” Kyrm replied, a smile playing across his huge muzzle.

“This isn’t funny!” Callow called up, but that just made Kyrm smile more.

“I mean,” Kyrm looked away from the deer for a second, standing up to his full height, leaving Callow with a view of the bat’s torso, clad in loose-fitting pajamas. “It kind of is.”

Even craning his neck, Callow could only look up to see Kyrm’s chest, but he was sure that the bat was looking down at him. It was unnerving to consider – normal-sized people could look at Kyrm exactly how Kyrm was looking at him now. How small would that make Callow to a normal fur? Could he even been seen by one? That thought, or perhaps the fact that he was still tied up, made him start to feel dizzy.

Worse, he was much more sensitive to the bat’s sounds and body language at this size, and he did not appreciate the slightly heavy breathing that seemed to be coming from overhead, as if Kyrm was having some thoughts of his own.

“Kyrm!” Callow whined, wriggling in his restraints again. “Can you get me out of this, at least? It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“Maybe in a little,” Kyrm replied. His huge hand lowered toward Callow. On instinct, the tiny deer flinched, though there was little he could do to resist. The bat had reached just above him, where Callow heard the crinkling of paper. Kyrm started muttering something. It seemed that the deer had come with a note of some sort. He only made out snippets of whatever Kyrm had read, but three words at the note’s conclusion were mumbled just loud enough for him to hear: “Enjoy your gift.”

The deer didn’t want to think about what that meant. “In a little?” Callow asked, trying to steer Kyrm back to his tiny predicament. “Isn’t this kind of serious? Most people probably can’t even see me! I don’t want to be stuck this size.”

“Don’t you, though?” Kyrm asked, and this time, the bound deer was extracted from his dangling position. Callow’s bonds had remained intact, meaning they must have been hung from something, so he remained nude and hogtied; worse, he was now in the grip of a bat who could easily enfold his entire body into a single hand – a hand that was warm and soft, all things considered, but that was hardly consolation, when he was crudely manhandled.

Callow was taken on a tour up the length of the bat’s body, right toward his snout, which he was gently deposited atop, stomach-down and facing toward a pair of bespectacled eyes that crossed to regard the deer’s tiny form. He had already forgotten what Kyrm asked. Callow could only vainly struggle to break himself free, something that caused the bat to elicit a rumbling titter of amusement.

Kyrm seemed content to carry on with his interrogation. “Remember last night, Callow?” Each word thundered below the deer, jostling him slightly in rhythm with the bat’s speech.

“No!” the deer cried out. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“You don’t remember anything?” Kyrm asked as he pinched the knotted wrapping along Callow’s back and bobbed him up and down; if this kept up, he might get sick. “All of the things you said? I mean, I don’t blame you – you were a bit drunk.

“But…” Kyrm continued. “I guess someone else was listening in on our conversation.” In his other hand, the bat revealed a small, folded note. Rather than read it, he just let the paper go drifting toward the ground.

“Wh-what’d it say?” Callow asked.

“Oh, nothing special,” Kyrm waved a hand dismissively. “Just about a certain small deer’s Christmas wish being granted… And that I should enjoy my gift.” Callow didn’t like those last words one bit.

“B-but this sort of stuff can’t happen!” he squeaked. “It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Yeah,” Kyrm agreed. “But, I mean, it is happening.” And the bat seemed quite pleased by that fact, as he was now offering Callow an eager grin. “Besides, this is what you wanted, right?”

Callow looked around, not trusting his past, intoxicated self to have said anything in his favor. The deer that now dangled before his much-larger bat friend was a micro with particular interests. Interests that both he and Kyrm shared: a somewhat unfortunate fixation on those larger than themselves. Having that sort of heart-to-heart with a fellow micro, it was much easier for Callow to let a few of his darker fantasies slip; fantasies he never would have dared to confess to someone larger than himself, out of fear that person may consider it an invitation.

Even if he hadn’t drunkenly run his mouth on the night before Christmas, well, Callow had given Kyrm plenty of ammunition in the past – ammunition he never thought the bat would be able to use. Considering Kyrm’s current expression, however, it seemed that the deer was in for an exhausting day.

“Well?” Kyrm asked.

Callow licked his lips. They suddenly felt very dry. “N… ah.” He knew that he was starting to tread near dangerous territory. “Not really. But, how about we talk about that after we find a way to get me back to –”

“No?” Kyrm asked, feigning surprised. “I remember something from last night, something about wanting today to be a day you spent with someone much bigger than you… Something about… God, I can remember the exact phrase.”

Callow could remember quite a few incriminating phrases in the last month alone, but none from last night, so he elected to stay quiet, rather than picking his poison.

“A hot, white Christmas.”

Callow’s jaw dropped, but before he could respond, Kyrm spoke again:

“Let’s just get that knot out,” he said, propping the deer onto his palm, a single claw effortlessly undoing the bonds that Callow never could have broken. They were still tied around his wrists and legs, but they now just hung like ribbons. Ornaments on a toy.

The deer let out a sigh of relief, all but collapsing onto the bat’s palm. His muscles ached from holding that pose for so long. “Oh, man,” Callow breathed the words. “That feels so much better, thank yo –”

His appreciation came too early, it seemed, as Kyrm hoisted the miniature, fully nude deer up by the ribbons tied to his right arm. Callow kicked the air while letting out cries of protest. “Put me down!” He was slowly brought up to the bat’s face once more, body on full display. Ever-defiant, however, Callow kicked a single hoof at the bat’s nose, but the force of the micro’s kick only made Kyrm chuckle.

“Hey, now. It’s Christmas,” Kyrm said, blowing back on the dangling micro, sending him swaying even more violently in a gust of hot breath. “No fighting.”

With that, the bat used his finger to pinch the ribbons on Callow’s left and right arms, while his other hand pinched the ribbons hanging from his legs.

“At least you got me a great gift,” the bat said, shifting Callow’s arms and legs around, scrunching him up, stretching him out. He cried out as Kyrm continued to move him around. “My own little Callow action figure!” he exclaimed, continuing to move the tiny deer’s limbs around.

“I’ll beat you up!” the deer squeaked in vain.

“Wow, it’s even got all of his stock phrases.” Kyrm’s mocking smile deepened as he readjusted Callow once more. He pinched all of the ribbons up into two fingers – it was as if he had never been cut loose at all, stuck in the same hogtied pose as before. This freed Kyrm’s other hand, allowing him to use his huge, probing finger to envelop Callow’s chest. Soon, the deer found himself poked and prodded allover. The finger stroked his chest. Tilted his chin. Pinched his backside. And, of course, ran an appreciative finger across Callow’s already-hard shaft, the one thing that he couldn’t keep from betraying how he felt about this entire situation.

“And it’s anatomically correct.” Kyrm seemed a bit flustered himself, staring at the deer’s nude body in awkward silence for a few moments. Callow tried to stay still, somehow hoping Kyrm might decide enough was enough. Instead, he looked up and met the trapped deer’s gaze, asking, “That’s for me, right?”

“No!” Callow blurted out, trying to sound appalled by the idea. “It was… I was hanging for a long time. All the, uh, blood – yeah, all the blood rushed down there!” He nodded, standing by his lie.

“Uh-huh,” Kyrm replied. “Well,” he shrugged, grabbing the side of his own pajama pants with his free hand. “This is for you.”

The bat dropped his pants, revealing to Callow a ready erection, twitching slightly in obvious anticipation for its soon-to-be passenger.

Callow looked back up to Kyrm, hoping the genuine fear in his eyes would be enough to mask the embarrassing arousal he felt at that moment. All of the admissions he had made. Every time he had let slip the fact that, underneath his bravado, he really wouldn’t mind if he was unceremoniously stuffed into the pants of someone much larger than himself.

Unfortunately, or, perhaps fortunately, depending on whether you asked Callow or his libido, Kyrm just said: “Merry Christmas, Callow,” and lowered the deer to his next throbbing destination.

Callow was deposited upon the base of Kyrm’s shaft with surprising gentleness. Kyrm had let go of the foil ribbons, not that it meant much. He had gone from being manhandled by Kyrm to having no choice but to handle his manhood, clinging on to the shaft out of fear that he might fall.

Just ahead, a masculine aroma radiated from the shaft’s tip. He shuddered. It shouldn’t have turned him on, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Funny, back when you were a regular micro, you were still only half my size. Now you’re… half my ‘size.’” Callow glared at the comparison, but it was true. Kyrm had always bragged about being relatively tall for a micro. Most normal-sized folk wouldn’t notice nor care about the difference, but when Kyrm boasted about his six inches in height, Callow couldn’t help but wonder if it would be intimidating to finally meet the bat, considering his own three inch stature would render him only crotch-high.

Now, though, he didn’t need to worry about whether or not he would be intimidated about being crotch-high. He was intimidated, and far smaller than that, so small that Kyrm’s erection hardly seemed affected by the miniature deer clinging on for dear life to it, only slightly bobbing without the bat’s touch.

He seemed content to keep Callow there, clinging to his shaft. Callow could feel the bat’s gaze upon him, but all he could do was hold on while the bat began to stroke the underside of his erection with a single finger. Worst of all, Callow’s own erection, hopefully—though it was embarrassing to hope for such a thing—too small for Kyrm to feel, was pressed up against the greater length of manhood. Though he was mentally willing himself to become soft, he couldn’t stop it. This is the exact position he had told Kyrm that he wanted to be in. The bat had even indulgently replied many times with: “Well, if you ever end up a quarter of an inch tall, look me up.”

Those had been his exact words. That measurement, “quarter of an inch tall,” Callow couldn’t help but reel at the number, because he was almost certain that’s how tall he was now. Sure, to someone normal-sized, going from three inches to a quarter of an inch may not seem like much, but that was a twelfth of his original height. He may have been the smallest living person on the planet.

And, deep down, he loved it.

“I can feel you down there, you know,” Kyrm’s voice rumbled from overhead, shaking Callow out of his thoughts.

“I’m not that small,” the deer replied.

“Yeah, but there’s something even smaller that I can feel poking me.”

“Can you feel this?” Callow punched the erection, glaring up at Kyrm, who responded with a satisfied groan.

“Yeah, punch a bit harder, maybe you’ll be able to help this along.”

“You’re weird, Kyrm!” Callow whined. “C’mon. Let me down. It’s Christmas.”

“And you’re a great gift,” the bat said. “I mean, a flesh light would’ve probably gotten the job done faster, but…” Kyrm’s hand reached down to seize the deer again, plucking him off his erection. “You’re a much more intimate experience.” He cooed these last words as his other hand reached down.

“Hey!” Callow protested as Kyrm jostled him about. “Get off of me!”

“No, no. You’ve got the words wrong. It’s ‘get me off.’” And with that, Kyrm lowered the deer to the underside of his shaft. Callow sputtered as his face was pressed right against the bat’s tip. His arms and legs were pinned, held against the quivering rod. Kyrm was using Callow’s foil ribbons, pulling them up along the base of his shaft, keeping the deer in place, limbs spread-eagle as Kyrm tied the knots at the shaft’s top.

Worst of all, Calow’s own erection was being mercilessly rubbed against the much larger bat cock, each jostle eliciting nothing more than a whine of aroused protest from Callow.

“What was that?” Kyrm’s voice bellowed from above.

“N-nothing,” Callow stammered back, surprised the bat’s sensitive ears had managed to pick up on the subtle sounds.

“Nothing?” Kyrm scoffed. “I didn’t ask who it was. But as for the what…” his grin was barely visible up above, face half-concealed for Callow by his shaft. “It sounded to me like a deer moaning like a bitch.”

“Hey! I’ll bite you.”

“Careful,” Kyrm warned, tightening his grip, “I bite back.” Callow felt a gentle finger stroking the back of his head. “C’mon,” he let out his own whine this time. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted for Christmas, and all you can do is sulk.” The bat squeezed Callow’s back and the top of his own erection in one hand, grinding the deer harder against it, forcing his face right up against the head.

“Just enjoy yourself. It’s your gift as much as it is mine.”

And though the deer wanted to protest. To thrash and to kick with what little might he had left. To frown and sass back, “Do they take returns?” The scent of arousal was just too strong. The mismatched frotting between the two had already stirred him up, and his own erection throbbed underneath the slab of bat meat that he was pinned to.

There was a quiet moment between the two. The ensnared deer glared up at his captor, muzzle almost comically concealed from Kyrm’s own perspective by his own tip. Kyrm, for his part, just smirked down at Callow, plainly aware of the defiant micro’s own arousal.

Then, with a hint of hesitation, Callow began to work his tongue along the tip.

Kyrm’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, wow, that actually…” Callow could do little with his arms and legs. He reflexively twitched against his bonds, but that only seemed to excite Kyrm more. It was his tongue that he used to gently nurse the tip, licking across glans and teasing a cockhead larger than his own head.

Callow felt momentary pride in his accomplishment – exciting someone so much larger than himself. It was a pyrrhic victory, however, considering the hand that soon clamped around him and began to work both him and the much larger shaft in tandem.

The world shook around Callow, not just because Kyrm had begun masturbating—if it could be considered masturbation with a micro passenger attached—but because he had begun to move across the room. Wind whipped past Callow as Kyrm sat himself down onto his couch. There, he began to vigorously work his arousal. Callow was surprised by the ferocity of his pumping, though it may have been his own downsized perspective, and the fact that each pump moved him up and down the shaft as well. Still, it was creating friction between his own erection and the bat’s. Even if he hadn’t been tied up, his cock would still be tantalizingly out of reach, buried beneath the massive bat’s erection.

Of course, Callow’s own needs were secondary. They had never played into his fantasies. No, it was this in front of him, that he licked and hugged and was rubbed up and down the length of, that he had desired. When beads of pre began to leak out, the deer tried to lap up what he could. The slightly salty taste didn’t deter him. His breathing grew heavier, but he could hardly hear himself over the deeper breaths of his bat captor. Kyrm’s own breathing sounded labored, and his strokes were becoming more deliberate.

The smell of arousal was dizzying. Callow could only breathe air soaked in the masculine scent, and the pre dribbling out was finally going too fast for him to be able to swallow every drop. It was gushing past him, and dribbling out of his mouth, yet he kept licking. Of course, in Callow’s aroused state, he only dimly considered the implications regarding the fact that his face was directly in the “splash zone” for a hot, white load of Kyrm’s seed.

That momentary consideration, however, was cut short, as it was suddenly made a reality. The bat’s pent-up lust exploded within moments, Kyrm letting out a deep sigh as Callow found himself blasted by bat cum, forced to endure load after hot load dribbling out over his face. He would gag, only for another blast to come pouring down. The deer sputtered, and soon found the only option was to gulp down whatever oozed out of the slit, lest he begin to suffocate.

Callow shuddered, ashamed to admit to himself that it didn’t taste half-bad, and ashamed to admit that he had orgasmed, but had been too caught up in lapping up bat seed to really notice nor care.

The two were left panting, though for entirely different reasons.

Kyrm, however, seemed to shake off his high first. Not surprising, Callow’s workout had left him sore allover, so it was one small mercy when the cum-soaked deer found himself being untethered from the bat’s slowly softening erection, and falling onto the soft couch cushions. He was sprawled out on his back, just in front of the bat’s balls, able to see just how huge Kyrm was in comparison to himself, the bat peering down past his own package at the tiny deer.

“So, uh…” Kyrm looked around, still breathing heavily. No longer in the moment, he seemed embarrassed by what had just happened. Scratching the back of his head and biting his lower lip, he asked, “Want me to heat up some cocoa?”

The deer eased himself into a sitting position and glared up at Kyrm, arms finally free to be folded in disapproval. Free from his own haze of lust, his own sensibilities were returning. He hoped he looked his most reprimanding, even if his fur was still caked in residual bat arousal. “Clean me up first. Then cocoa with marshmallows. Then we figure out how to get me back to normal!”

“Oh,” Kyrm said. “Right. Well… I mean, we don’t have to get you back to normal just yet… Right?” The brown bat raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing across his face.

Callow puffed out his chest, meaning to sound defiant, but a gentle squeeze from Kyrm’s hand took the wind right out of him. “Well,” Callow tapped his pointer fingers together—his upper arms remained freed from the bat’s grasp—looking away from Kyrm’s billboard-sized face. “Maybe we can figure it out… tomorrow?”

“That’s the Christmas spirit,” Kyrm replied, whirling around and making Callow cry out. If he was going to stay here for a while, the deer hoped he could lay some ground rules when it came to manhandling him.

“God, you made me leave such a mess,” the bat commented. “You’re helping me clean that up later.”

Then again, the deer thought, reddening under his fur, maybe it was better to just let the bat enjoy his present for the day.