title: Clearing Out The Collection aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Reteki] id: [52410302] date: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 2:08:37 下午 modified: 星期日, 七月 30日 2023, 2:12:05 下午

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Clearing Out The Collection

Author: Reteki Source: Clearing Out The Collection

Logan idly hummed a tune to himself as he flicked through articles on his phone, entirely aware that with each passing moment the micros he had stuffed into his boots earlier were baking away, struggling with the relentless heat of his paw pads and doubtlessly pleading to their Fox-God for mercy.

Unfortunately for them, prayers hardly worked given that Logan wasn’t a literal deity, but to them, he may as well have been. The orange-furred fox reclined just a touch further in his seat and kicked up his boots onto the coffee table.

He had big plans for his devoted sole-servants, and even if they weren’t all exactly willing when they had been dropped into the steamy confines of his footwear he was fairly certain that they would be by the time they were dumped back out.

His collection of micros had once been much more expansive, reaching the dozens, but as each had met an end beneath his shapely butt, his looming paws, or been plunged down his gullet and forgotten, Logan had found that the fewer he kept the more satisfying it was to decide their fates. By now there was scarcely more than a half dozen left, and Logan knew them all by name. More than that, he knew his exact intentions for each and every one of them. Personalised destinies, selected by his adorable, deific self!

After just a little more relaxation, Logan decided that his playthings had probably had enough. Some of them were likely to be reacquainted with his paws shortly anyway, and so a little time away from them might make the heart grow fonder.

The femboy leaned forwards and undid his laces, having made sure that they were extra tight earlier, and then taking both boots from his feet, giggling at the pungent, though almost perfumed scent rising from them, he tipped them over and let his remaining playthings tumble onto the table before him, none between them so much as an inch tall.

Two humans, albeit neither fully human; one partially a kobold with golden-hued scales and the other sporting pink hair, a feline tail and a set of pointed ears, a silver-grey wolf, a bright yellow chicken, an adorable mixture of rabbit and cat, a green-scaled dragon, and a pastel sugar glider.

Of the stunned group, each blinded by the sudden light, it was the dragon who was first to stumble forwards and jab a finger accusatorily towards Logan, who only smirked in response.

“Logan! Just what do you think that you’re doing? You can’t keep us like this forever! Some of us are your friends, your roommates! Don’t you have anything to say about what you’ve been putting us through? Do you know just how awful it was in those-“

Swift as a blink, Logan plucked up the dragon and brought up him to his eye. The massive golden disk of his pupil eclipsed the dragon’s entire world, leaving him with the deeply traumatic realisation of just how minuscule he was compared to the femboy fox.

“Hi there, Teren! It’s so sweet of you to step forwards, Hunny. You see, I’ve got this fun little thing planned out, and it only really works with even numbers so I’ll have to get rid of you.”

Logan began to pinch his fingers together, thumb coming hurtling down towards the thumb on which Teren was standing like a meteorite. Teren raised his hands in a blind panic and Logan stopped the moment they made contact, using the most precise pressure he could to ensure Teren was pinned but felt like he might have a chance against the unstoppable force.

“Logan! Wait, please! You can just let me go! We never need to talk about this ever again! You can’t do this!”

There was a glint in the vulpine’s eyes when he heard those words. He squeezed just the slightest bit harder and Teren crumpled, stuck flat on his front as Logan’s fingertips so very nearly met.

“Let’s get one thing very clear, Sweetie. I’m a God and you’re just a little bug. You shouldn’t tell me what I can’t do!”

The group still stood on the table below watched awestruck as Logan pressed the tips of his fingers firmly together and rubbed them back and forth, as if removing a smudge from his pads. With a devious smile on his face, he wiped his fingers clean on the hem of his shorts.

So swiftly that it caused the assembled micros to all stumbled backwards, Logan loomed closer and brought his face to their level. His gaze passed over them all individually, listing off their names as he went.

“So, I’m going to pair you little bugs up, okay?” He asked as if they had any option to decline. “I think we’ll have Fenrir and Sven together since you two were the first in my boots!”

The wolf and the demi-kobold glanced at each other hesitantly. They hadn’t had much chance to speak prior, given the sweaty conditions in Logan’s footwear, but stepped together for fear of repercussions if they didn’t.

“Next up I think will be… Yolk and Jax! You’re both adorable little gliders and maybe you can work together on learning to fly! Well, Jax probably can’t. But maybe he can give you some tips, Babe!”

Logan’s positive attitude was almost infectious, despite the situation. The chicken and sugar glider stepped into their pairing, which left only the catboy and the bunny-cat, which Logan explained regardless.

“And I know that kitties are usually pretty solitary, but I think you’d be a nice little pair! Will and Glitch! Let’s see you two all paired up and then I’ll explain what’s happening!”

With everyone paired up and in position, Logan clapped his hands together, sending a shockwave across the table which caused yet more stumbling from those not durable enough to withstand it.

“Alrighty! So, here’s my idea! In your little pairs, you’re going to work together to survive, hide, and escape from the big, bad fox. My job is to hunt you cuties down and make sure that doesn’t happen. If I find out any of you ditched your partner or teamed up with someone else then it’s going to be really, really bad for you. I don’t tolerate rule-breaking.”

For a moment, Logan’s playful tone and expression slipped to reveal deadly seriousness. He took a breath and his sweet smile returned, hard to believe that it belonged to someone who would wipe them out in an instant.

“All ready? Go! I’ll give you one minute to get a head-start. Run and scatter, you little specks!”

Sven pressed himself against the wall and peered out beyond the dresser and across the empty plain of Logan’s bedroom. The floor was sparse with hiding places aside from a shaggy rug across the floor, though at their size it would be impossible to push through the fibres with any sort of speed.

“So, you’re an adventurer? One of those dungeon-delving, cave-spelunking types?”

The wolf’s attention turned to the kobold who was peering out towards the same open field as Sven, though had a less worried expression etched on his face.

“Sort of! More of a forest and meadows sort of guy though. A lot of that life is behind me as well since I settled down. What about you? You don’t really look that much like a regular wolf.”

The reply came as a grumble and half-spoken words muttered under Sven’s breath.

“Don’t ask about it. It’s a long story.”

Logan had been prowling around the bedroom for some time, checking beneath the odd thing here and there, kicking things aside with his feet, though it was hard to say if he was actively searching. Instead, it almost felt more like the was taunting them to make a run for it so that he could enjoy the thrill of the hunt. That was speculation on their part, but a feeling that was impossible to ignore.

Fenrir stepped forwards past Sven and slightly into the open, prompting the wolf to grab his arm and pull him back.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? He’s definitely waiting for us to slip, and then what? You think you can outrun him at his size?”

The demi-adventurer flashed back a winning smile and gestured with a confident thumbs up from his unrestrained hand. He tugged away from Sven and then readied himself into a sprinting stance.

“Don’t you worry about it, Sven. If there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I’ve always got a plan.”

Without a hint of a plan in mind, Fenrir broke into a run, and after what sounded like an annoyed yell he could hear Sven behind him keeping pace. Fenrir truly never considered much of a plan before making a move like this, but things had a tendency of working out for him and he had a good feeling about this.

It was barely a few seconds before their theory had been proven right and the looming THOOM of Logan’s footfalls approached step by thundering step.

“Aw. Are you two even trying to get away? You’re making this way too easy for me. Oh well, someone had to go first, I guess!”

Teren had clearly already been forgotten. Logan’s stride was miles long compared to that of the miniature marathon runners, and moment by moment he was catching up to them.

“Where… Are we running to?”

Sven wheezed as he caught up to Fenrir, who was in his element while running at a breakneck pace.

“I haven’t worked that out yet, but don’t worry. There’s bound to be somewhere we can take cover!”

An expression of disbelief washed over Sven’s face as he processed the reply. He stumbled slightly, struggling to keep up his pace step over step, and snarling through bared teeth.

“You don’t- We were safe where we were though! Why did you just run out here if you don’t have a plan? You have got to be the biggest idiot I’ve ever-“

A misplaced stride brought Sven to the floor and left him sprawled out on his back. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to recover enough stamina to get back on his feet, but his ankle was twisted and he had burned all he had keeping up with the nimble kobold.

Turning just in time to not be able to help in the slightest, Fenrir watched as Logan’s massive paw crashed down directly on top of Sven and obliterated him, not a trace left when the paw was raised once more for the next step. He felt a pang of responsibility for that, but other things quickly took his attention as he suddenly bumbled into the rug which Sven had spied earlier and found himself struggling to fight his way forwards, every movement blocked by the dense clumps of fibre as thick as tree trunks for himself.

“Someone got himself caught, huh? Well, it would be a shame to leave one of you all alone, and my other foot is feeling pretty lonely anyway, so…”

When he gazed upwards at the voice Fenrir found that Logan’s paw was already over him, beads of sweat clinging to the pads. The wiggle of his toes would have been cute if not for the situation Fenrir was in. The human smiled weakly, hoping things would somehow work out, and then the paw came down in an instant. Logan ground his toes against the rug, appreciating how it felt on his bare sole.

“Too easy! You little specks were never going to make it out of here. Maybe I should have just left you in my boots and saved us all a little time.”

Jax watched from Logan’s palm as Yolk stood on Logan’s lower lip, peering towards the fox’s golden eyes. Logan spoke carefully, moving his lips as little as possible to not knock the chicken off balance.

“Alright, Cutie! Since you two were so easy to catch you get another chance. All you have to do to earn it is jump from one lip to the other. With those wings of yours it should be plenty easy, riiiiight?”

Before there was time to reply, Logan’s lips parted and opened wide. It was a yawning chasm between Yolk and the other lip, with a drool-drenched maw waiting below should he fail to make it. Nervous, the chicken glanced back to Jax who was only able to offer a slight squeak of worry and advice.

“Maybe you can try flapping your wings and jumping as hard as you can? It doesn’t look that far so you can probably at least try it!”

Impatient, Logan closed his hand around Jax, his fingers like the bars of a cage, and left Yolk to it. The chicken took a moment to summon his courage and then leapt with all his might. He soared for what felt like far longer than he should have, wings giving him that extra hint of lift. He felt like he could actually do this, and with their extra chance the two might be able to escape from their fate at the mercy of this monstrous fox.

The tongue which curled up behind him and dragged him down had other ideas. Yolk was snatched from behind and drawn into Logan’s maw helplessly, pressed against the roof of his mouth, pushed into his cheeks, and then with a squawk of alarm from within his mouth Logan gave a deliberately obvious swallow and Yolk vanished like a grain of rice down his gullet, his attention moving to Jax.

“Well, he didn’t quite make it. You little bugs are really, really bad at this, you know! But, you know what that means as well. Can’t have one of you without the other! Any last words?”

Logan dangled Jax by his tail over the maw which had just easily devoured his teammate, tongue twitching and hungry for more. Jax waved his arms frantically, trying his best to ward off the inevitable without a hope.

“Come on, Logan! This isn’t fair! I totally could have made that jump. Give me a chance. Just one!”

The vulpine paused for a moment and considered it. Jax breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes, trying to prepare himself for his upcoming trial. He had never balanced his life on a single jump before, but he had faith in himself.

“Nah.”

Jax didn’t have time to argue before he was dropped. He splatted against Logan’s tongue and a river of drool carried him in its flow towards the blackness below. His fur saturated and in a blind panic to scramble backwards, he wasn’t ready for the swallow which launched him forwards, and just like the chicken before him Jax was plunged into the abyss, gulped down as if he were no more than a sweet little treat.

Logan blew a soft burp from the corner of his mouth and drummed his fingers against his belly, delighting in knowing how loud it would be inside of him. He could feel a certain sort of mood rising, and there were still two little not-quite volunteers who could help him out with that.

Will clambered over the edge of the nightstand with difficulty, Glitch grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet before the miqo’te dusted himself off.

“So, you’re an apothecary? I’m something of a healer myself, you know.”

Rubbing his knuckled against his chest with pride, Glitch beamed and nodded, gesturing to the various slots on his clothing for tinctures and tonics, all of which were currently vacant.

“Sure am. Though Logan made sure I wasn’t bringing anything like that with me. I should have known better than to give him a shrinking potion when he asked for one, but how was I supposed to know he’d sneak it back to me!”

The chatter was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of Logan into his bedroom, eyes immediately fixing on the pair. They barely made it halfway across the nightstand before both were swept up in a single hand and Logan rolled into bed, clutching them close to his chest and slipping out of his shorts with his free hand.

“Hi, specks! Ready to serve your purpose in life already? None of you really understood the whole hiding thing, huh? Or the surviving part either, honestly!”

Those words were enough to strike fear into the hearts of his captives, but what was much worse was when they were suddenly dropped onto his midriff and greeted by the sight of his thick, throbbing cock. Compared to them the thing was a skyscraper, and given how turned on this whole thing had been getting Logan it was drooling globs of pre-nut that crashed down around them like boulders.

Without hesitation, Glitch made a run for it. The bun-cat hopped and sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him, but the ominous giggle from on high was daunting. Logan used the barest hint of effort to stop his escape and allowed Glitch to hop right into his waiting hand, unable to stop his momentum.

“Tsk. I think I’m going to have to put you somewhere that you won’t be getting out of any time soon. Well, unless little Will manages to save you, that is!”

The miqo’te watched from down below as Logan peeled back the foreskin of his uncut cock, rolling it down partially and then dropping Glitch on the very tip. The height was dizzying, but worse than that was that as the fox slowly jerked himself off the foreskin swallowed up his tiny cock ornament and once it was rolled back again Glitch was nowhere to be seen.

Will’s saviour instincts kicked in and he rushed towards the base of the shaft, unsure of what he could do to help but unable to do anything at all. In place of helping though, he found himself swiftly in the same position as Glitch had been, in the grasp of the fox.

“Was that seriously your best attempt? I thought you had some magic or something to you, but just a little run and then looking at my big fox dick in amazement, Hunny? Disappointing, really. Can’t be helped though!”

There was a whirlwind of movement and suddenly Will wasn’t in the hand any more. He was pressed firmly against a sticky, slippery rubber disk. In his confusion, he peered up at Logan, who seemed to hand other things on his mind.

The fox eased the condom onto his prick and adored the squirming of Will against the head of his cock, nearly as much as the panicked struggling of the cutie buried beneath his foreskin. That little extra pleasure was enough to keep him leaking as he rolled the condom down, enveloping his shaft in latex before giving himself the long, deliberate strokes that he felt he had earned himself.

Logan’s toes curled as he guided himself to an orgasm, paying special mind to the desperation of his little cock captives all the while. He wasn’t going to last long after such a hot and steamy day, and their efforts weren’t making it any easier.

He gasped and moaned while arching his back upwards just as he reached his climax and unloaded, sending steamy spurts of Fox-God seed into the latex sheath, billowing out the tip of it with dense globs which submerged Will beneath them in a matter of moments.

Logan whined from the exhilaration of it all and teased the sensitive head of his cock with his thumb before rolling the condom off and tying it up, dropping it into the trashcan by the edge of his bed. A day of dealing out judgement to micros had been an exhausting one, and he could use the rest. His only lingering thought was if Glitch had been washed away by the flood or was still trapped beneath his foreskin. He supposed that it didn’t matter much either way. He’d deal with whichever outcome if he even remembered to by the time he woke.

Logan closed his eyes and snoozed peacefully. Being a God really could be tiring, but he was sure that the specks appreciated him giving their lives value. After all, what greater purpose could there be than making sure he was amused?