title: Maw aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [RoflLion] id: [52021213] date: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 10:56:44 上午 modified: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 11:02:50 上午

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Maw

Author: RoflLion Source: Micro May: Day 3 - Maw

Bradley stared out at the hills in front of him, feeling the cool air on his bare fur as he stood naked as the day he was born, ready to run free. Crystals of green and large boulders the deep and rich color of 98% dark chocolate dotted the hillsides. Rivers ran over and down the hill, flowing with a heat that threatened to melt the frozen paradise.

His tail motored away, whacking against his thighs with all of the excitement of a kid in a candy store as his tongue lolled out of his muzzle in a goofy grin. His nose twitched, taking in the sweet scent of mint wafting along the freezing air current of the ice cream parlor from the mountain of a sundae in front of him. 5 heavenly scoops of mint chocolate chip with a decadent drizzle of chocolate syrup arranged perfectly in a bowl before him. He couldn’t have been happier,

Living in the arid heat of the southwest, the husky has spent the better part of his childhood trying to beat the heat. Ice cream had long been his go to for cooling down on the most sweltering of days. When he turned sixteen, he got a job working for the new ice cream shop in town, Sweet Creams, and continued working there while he went to college. He worked hard and had become manager in record time, building a rapport with the owner, a short bobcat named Napoleon.

Ice cream became his life, working to help develop new flavors and put smiles on people’s faces with some sweet reprieve from the blistering summer days. In fact, it had become something of an obsession for the husky, and on the worst of days, he imagined what it would be like to run free in a land of ice cream. He even found himself dreaming of that day when he was sweating through his sheets while he slept restlessly through the stifling heat. A fantasy for sure, but he loved imagining himself rolling down slopes of frozen dairy and burying himself in the desert like his cousins up north did with snow.

But that’s all it was for Bradley: a dream.

At least, it was until his boss purchased an industrial minimizer. They were all the rage in food service. A device that could shrink and grow organic matter in a matter of seconds. If your business had one, you could order “minimized” products and save thousands on shipping costs. It paid for itself in a matter of weeks.

Bradley never saw it as something to use for fun. It was a business expense. But when one of his employees accidentally got in the way of the device and shrank to a few inches tall, he couldn’t get that thought out of his head. Even more so when the chipper squirrel kept talking about “how huge everything was” or “how an empty pint tub looked like a 3 story house” after they grew him back.

Then, one Friday when he was closing, he managed to find a timer on the device and took a big chance. He’d been having his ice cream dreams again, and his curiosity got the better of him. After putting a couple scoops of vanilla in a bowl, he set the device to resize him in 30 minutes and shrank himself.

It was the most enjoyable half hour of his life. Sure, his fur got all sticky and he needed a long, warm shower afterwards. But for the first time in his life, he could bury himself in pure cold. It became his ritual. He’d be assigned the closing shift on Friday, would close down the store, prepare a bowl of ice cream and enjoy rolling about.

Two weeks ago he trekked along the rocky road. Last week he tied himself up with caramel ribbons. And finally, tonight, he was keeping things fresh with mint chocolate chip.

The two-inch husky couldn’t hold back any longer. He had set the timer for a full hour, a bit more than usual. He was celebrating his birthday tonight so figured he deserved a treat.

He climbed the rim of the bowl and took a deep breath, inhaling the minty goodness right from the source. He closed his eyes and fell forward, arms spread wide as if he expected to fly. Instead of flying, he fell face first into the first mound, his snout buried fully in the previously perfect scoop.

He was in heaven, the thick, frigid cream holding relatively firm under his insignificant weight. He pushed himself up, dragging his tongue, savoring his first lick of his personal playground. His eyes shimmered, tears welling up before freezing against his tiny face. He really loved his job.

After wiping his face of the tears - incidentally covering any part of it that had avoided the mess with ice cream - he began his trek. He hiked up the first scoop, before surveying the sundae around him. He took great care to make the perfect sundaes for his personal time. He stuck his hands on his hips and began to take a step forward, eying the summit of the scoops.

Unfortunately, in looking up at the summit he missed seeing the start of his chocolate rivers and slipped. He tumbled down the scoop, the green in his furry making him look like a mossy boulder pushed down a hill. He reached the bottom and landed on his back, half buried in a pool of warm chocolate syrup and melted ice cream with his legs sticking straight up.

He began to chuckle, before breaking down into a full on guffaw. How careless! He’d already gotten completely covered from ear-to-toe with the sweet substance. Normally he waited to get this coated, but he wasn’t one to complain.

He felt himself shifting a bit, trying to get comfortable as he dealt with a “personal problem.” The downside to being as obsessed with ice cream as he was, he couldn’t help but truly love the food. The more he did his shrunken adventures, the more of an impact it had on him. He couldn’t help but enjoy the sticky feeling of the ice cream soaking into his skin and cooling his body. The slick feeling of the chocolate syrup made for an excellent lubricant at micro-size.

Much sooner than usual, he found himself sliding his slickened paw along his freshly coated shaft. He had made a vow to never do this on the clock or with any ice cream he wasn’t planning on eating himself. Which is why he reserved his private masturbation to his Friday night sundaes.

And something about the mint ice cream and his tumble left him much closer than usual. He normally saved this for the last five minutes, but he chose to see the chance, mind clouded by horny arousal. As he stroked his cock, he took care to squeeze his balls with his other hand, humping into the air. As he felt his body rise and fall in the freezing liquid mess, he increased his stroking.

His tongue was sticking out as he panted, body half buried in the puddle. He got a tantalizing taste of mint and chocolate with every thrust into his squeezing hands. Every thrust was met with a suction of ice cream and syrup, threatening to pull him under, adding to his pleasure.

This was by far his favorite flavor, and the experience was divine for the ice cream lover. His pace kept increasing as he closed his eyes, surrounded by the bliss of his obsession.

To his own personal embarrassment, he came quite quickly, even for an ice cream deviant like himself. His small jets of cum cooled quickly, mixing into the syrup and the other kind of cream. He panted, laying his head back and letting his ears sink into the ice cream. He laid there for a few moments, blissful post-orgasm haze taking over.

He was sleepy. Surely a nap wouldn’t be a problem… He had at least forty five minutes left, plenty of time. He yawned, before licking his snout and closing his eyes. Just five minutes…

Bradley’s eyes snapped open, unsure of how much time had passed. The bowl was moving. He wasn’t sure why, but it was. The puddle he was in rippled as the bowl was placed on another table, and a booming thud came from somewhere he couldn’t see, followed by a rumbling, familiar laugh: Napoleon.

“Huh… I guess Brad closed up shop already. I was hoping to get back in time to give him his present… Though, it’s weird that he didn’t clean this up.”

Bradley wiped his ears as best he could, unable to believe what he was hearing. His boss was back. He let out a quiet curse, trying to dig himself a bit deeper. He couldn’t let his boss see him like this! He’d lose his job for sure.

“Well, I’m not one to waste any of my homemade ice cream. A little midnight snack won’t hurt.” He chuckled at his joke, looking at the giant sundae in front of him.

Bradley did his best to hide, hoping his boss would leave soon. Unfortunately for the husky, the bobcat had a sweet tooth to rival his own. Napoleon’s smile sparkled, his gold tooth shining in the fluorescent lights.

As he plunged his spoon and shoveled the delicious dessert into his waiting maw, Bradley realized how screwed he was. Napoleon was making short work of the sundae. He needed to grab the bobcat’s attention before he ended up on a one-way ticket with the rest of the snack.

Pulling himself out of the pool of syrup, he looked around, trying to find where the bobcat was liable to strike next. If he could get near the spoon, then his boss would surely spot him. After taking in his surroundings, he made his best guess and slogged through the freezing cream swamp.

He had guessed right, years of eating ice cream having developer and instinct for efficiency, but his luck was off. Quick as lightning, the spoon descended, scooping up the ice cream he has been standing on before lifting up. As he fell on his ass, ice cream oozing up his crack, he waves his hands frantically, hoping to catch his boss’s eyes.

Only to realize the bobcat was too busy savoring the snack to bother having his eyes open still.

Bradley was too stunned to scream as the spoon plunged into the waiting maw, teeth and warm flesh closing around it. He was deposited onto something warm and wet while the spoon slipped out beneath him and out of his boss’s closed mouth.

He was trapped, stuck in a pile of ice cream inside the mouth of a ravenous bobcat.

Suddenly, the floor beneath him began to shift, and with a gasp of horror, he realized he had been placed directly onto Napoleon’s tongue. The husky panicked, trying to scramble out of the ice cream that wrapped around his body. The tongue lapped at the cream, licking it up bit by bit.

He took the onslaught of licks, using the bobcat to free himself from the ice cream prison. Every time he tried to get to his feet, the tongue shifted and he lost his balance. After his third stumble, he resorted to crawling on his hands and knees.

He had to get out. The muggy warmth of his boss would not be his end. He made a move towards the teeth, hoping that he could use them as a shield and slip out on the next bite.

His progress was impeded when the muscles around him began to contract. The tongue slipped underneath him, licking along his shaft and belly, eliciting an involuntary moan from the husky, in an attempt to drag him to his doom.

As the muscle threatened to pull him to the bobcat’s throat, he pushed off it, reaching for the cat’s canine teeth. He managed to get his paws around the gold tooth, digging his claws into tiny divots in the metal. He held on because his life depended on it.

The tongue attempted to move him, but his grip held, and the bobcat’s throat contracted, sealing the fate of the ice cream that had made it down, but leaving Bradley for the next time.

Outside, Napoleon grumbled. Of course something was stuck in his teeth. He licked at the foreign object, attempting to dislodge it. It felt soft, and almost sponge-like. Every lick filled him with another blast of delicious chocolate and mint. Whatever it was, he wanted every last drop of flavor out of it.

Inside the tightly sealed maw, Bradley was assaulted by the tongue. Between the bobcat’s relentless efforts to dislodge him, Bradley was licked and sucked from all angles. No part of his body was safe, much to his own dismay - and pleasure.

At first he told himself it was adrenaline, but as he was licked once more, the tongue wide and long enough to cover his whole body, his cock throbbed, already raring to go after his ice cream orgasm. The suction of the cat’s mouth left his whole body shivering, squeezed by the vacuum the cat created.

Slowly but surely his fur was cleaned of the sticky cream and chocolate he so loved, and replaced with a deep saturation of bobcat saliva. It was a new feeling for sure, and one he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it. At least, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it other than the throbbing member that had begun to ooze copious amounts of precum onto the probing tongue.

He thrashed a bit, effectively bound by having to hold onto the tooth, then the tongue continued to slurp. The more he was licked, the more he leaked. The more he leaked, the more the tongue naturally gravitated to the only flavor left on the husky: salty-precum.

He’d almost gone over the edge again, when the tongue stopped. Agonized, he wiggled more, hoping to get another climax out before he was swallowed.

The bobcat blinked. What is that furry thing? It was flavorless now. Napoleon’s tongue danced once more across the warm, furry addition to his treat, before recognizing the taste of salt oozing from it. Why was it salty? This is a place for sweets!

The tongue became more forceful and to Bradley’s dismay, he lost his grip. “This is it,” he thought. “This is how it ends, huh? Just a treat for my boss.”

He closed his eyes, bracing himself to be swallowed. But instead, the cavernous maw opened, and the tongue forced him out along, spit at an alarming speed into a soft pad. He’d ended up in the paw of his boss. He panted, catching his breath.

“What the…?” Napoleon’s concerned baritone voice boomed out, causing the husky to fold his ears.

The bobcat’s eyes widened, locked on the soaked husky laying in his hand.

“H-hey boss… Fancy seeing you here.”

The husky stammered, trying to think of an excuse while he lay there exposed. His raging hard-on hadn’t calmed down from his tongue-tango, but he was too flustered to cover it. Having survived his ordeal, he had to admit to himself he liked what happened. But this was likely the first and only time he’d get to do it.

Napoleon looked the miniature husky up and down. The concern for his well being shifted to annoyance. How dare he do something so reckless! It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he’d done. He opened his mouth to chastise his employee, but stopped.

His eyes locked onto the husky’s raging erection, twitching in the open air. They took on a sultry sparkle, two polished turquoise spheres boring into the tiny dog. “Don’t worry, pup. I get what’s going on here.”

Napoleon leaned back in his chair, fondling his strained bulge with his free hand, much to the husky’s confusion.

“You like all of this too, huh? If that’s the case, then let’s refresh your flavor a bit for another round before we grow you back.”

He tilted his hand, letting the husky slide off it, landing with a splat in the slightly soupy ice cream. With a small wag, the husky buried himself in the ice cream once more, waiting eagerly for round two.