title: Sleep aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [RoflLion] id: [52271830] date: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 10:56:44 上午 modified: 星期六, 五月 27日 2023, 10:59:48 上午

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Sleep

Author: RoflLion Source: Micro May: Day 24 - Sleep

Series: Prev

Noah trudged into his apartment, dragging his feet across the entryway. His night had been going so well, and then his friend ditched him. The cute snow leopard didn’t even say anything either. Every attempt to call him had gone straight to voicemail too.

The only clue he’d had was some clothes that looked familiar that someone had found lying around. Yet, despite the similarity to his friend’s shirt, speedo and shorts, he refused to believe Ben was running around naked. Ben wouldn’t do that, the snow leopard was much too shy.

So he’d waited. He spent his night sitting in a deck chair waiting for his friend to come and catch his ride back to Noah’s. Yet, no matter how long he’d waited, his friend never showed. He’d finally been forced to leave when the host shut down the party for the night. As one of the few semi-sober people left, he was given the boot so the more inebriated party goers could have room to sleep.

He took a quick look around his apartment, the faint spark of hope that his friend might be lounging around as they had been prior to the party. But alas, his friend was nowhere to be found. Feeling his spirits drain once more, he moved to his room. It took him some effort, but he slipped his speedo off onto the ground before kicking it to the side.

Noah fell forward onto the bed. His arms snatched his favorite pillow - a plain light gray case with some hand-drawn rosettes - and clutched it to his chest. He curled up on his side  and buried his face in the pillow. Within minutes, he was out like a light, his snores beginning to fill the room.

Ben gasped for air as his head broke free. He had spent the past however many hours - he really wasn’t sure as the lion’s ass crack was pretty sparse on timepieces - wedged tightly between the lion’s cheeks. The snow leopard struggled, wiggling free of his prison. The lion’s built up sweat from the day acted as a lubricant, allowing him to move with a bit more ease. As he worked his arms and torso free, he found leverage against the firm butt. With a push, he yanked the rest of his body free.

It didn’t occur until after he was in a free fall that he should have looked where he was going to land.

Thankfully, he landed on something soft, before rolling down the slanted floor. He’d ended up coming to a stop, his back hitting up against the soft fur of the lion’s rump. The floor beneath him was firm with a bit of give. A mattress more than likely.

The tiny snow leopard took a moment to catch his breath. The air around him was musky, but not nearly as strong as it had been in the lion’s ass. The room around him was dark, but he could make out enough details with the moonlight filtering in through the window. He heard a loud, low rumble followed by silence. Then it repeated. He leaned back, pushing his body further into the soft fluff.

He must be in his friend’s bedroom. The sound he heard could only be Noah’s snores, somewhat familiar to Ben as the lion had a tendency to fall asleep at his computer. The ground below him was the bed, deformed by his friend’s weight. And then the wall behind him, soft and fluffy, was his friend’s…

Bare ass.

He felt his face heat up and his cock twitch. Not being trapped fighting for his life between them, he was finally practically face to face with his friend’s ass. The same one he’d watched bounce in his speedo at the party. The one he’d fantasized about being under. By the time he broke free of his sudden fantasizing, he realized he had been idly stroking himself to thoughts of the massive butt.

The snow leopard quickly crawled forward, putting distance between himself and the lion. As he got to his feet, he took a moment to smooth out his fur. He needed to focus. He closed his, working to formulate a place.

What time is it? The middle of the night (probably.) Where was he? Tiny, trapped on his secret crush’s bed. What should he do? Try to wake his friend. How should he do that? Get to his friend’s head.

With a goal in mind, the tiny cat stretched and looked around. He had two options. First, he looked towards his friend’s head. The lion’s mane, a long tangle of hairs, draped over his pillow. The direct route was definitely faster, but he ran the risk of getting stuck easier. He’d have to hustle up his friend’s back and then hop he could climb the mane

But the other direction led towards the lion’s feet. If he went that way, he would go around the massive paws and then back all the way up the lion’s legs. He could get in front of the lion’s face and wake him easily. Plus if he went that way, he’d walk right by the lion’s di-

He coughed quietly, feeling the blush in his cheeks rise. Clearly there was only one right option here. Ever practical, he thought with both his heads and headed towards the lion’s feet. His one cock was hard, jutting forward from his body like a compass pointing the way.

It took him longer than he’d thought to walk down to his friend’s feet. At an inch tall, he moved much slower than he would have liked. It took him minutes instead of seconds, but eventually he reached the lion’s towering foot paws.

As he’d been walking, he had idly stroked his cock. The lion’s faint natural scent was everywhere in this bed, and he couldn’t help but find himself heavily aroused. As he approached the feet, his stroking slowly increased in speed.

He’d never been much for paws. Sure, he’d seen Noah’s paws before, but as an inch-tall micro, it was hard to find them arousing. Being shown a picture or seeing paws stomp around so casually, knowing that if he were his true size, the only thoughts in his mind were of trying to not end up squished. He’d always been confused by the micros he knew that had sworn by paws.

But as he approached the lion’s feet, he got it.

The scent on the air was stronger. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was strong. It was the scent he’d been smelling along the way - Noah’s natural musk - combined with an extra bit of earthiness. As he rounded the lion’s heel, the whole sole of the giant stretched out in front of him.

He was awestruck, and he felt his stroking motions slicken with an extra spurt of pre-cum. He took a few steps away, really getting the full picture of the lion’s stompers. They looked large - long, wide and powerful. The lion’s paws were covered in short, soft fur, culminating in dark paw pads around the ball of his foot and each toe. The two feet lay on top of each other, forming a wall that towered over him.

He squeezed his cock, biting his lip as he sent another jolt of pleasure through his body. Something about this view… It was intoxicating. Maybe it was because they belonged to the lion he was in love with, but they didn’t seem that scary. He could feel a warm heat radiating off of them, staving off the chills of the night.

He took a tentative step forward. These… These should be scary, right? Big enough to wipe out his whole house with a single step. But, this was Noah. He had heard his friend looking for him, and while his wiggling never made enough of an impact to attract attention, he knew the lion wanted to find him.

His foot sat heavy on the mattress before he made up his mind. He trusted Noah. That’s all there was to it. And even if paws were scary, these were his friend’s paws.

He continued to walk forward, approaching the toes. His cock led the way to where the smell of his friend’s unique scent was strongest. As he got closer, the warmth coming off of the feet increased. Within moments, he was mere inches from the toes (fractions of a millimeter to the giant lion.) He barely reached the top of the 2nd toe from the bottom.

He paused, waiting and thinking about what to do. Before he could decide on a course of action, the lion’s toes squeezed shut. In his sleep, the lion clenched his toes around the tiny snow leopard, planting his face and cock right up against the soft, slightly sweaty toe gap. Ben could only gasp at the sudden stimulation, his cock twitching and oozing even more as the tip was teased by the toes.

Then, without warning, he fell backwards, released from the toe’s grip as Noah relaxed in his sleep, mumbling something in the distance.

Ben took a moment to catch his breath, the slight foot funk on his nose in every breath. That had been close, but he was alive. Noah hadn’t harmed him, even if he hadn’t been all that aware he was potentially going to.

The snow leopard shook his head, clearing his mind of any continued unaware exploration of his friend’s feet. Maybe when the lion was awake he could ask to see them, but he didn’t want to risk getting stuck down here again.

He got to his feet and resumed his trek, resolved to wake his friend. He could feel himself getting colder, and the scent of his friend becoming more muted as he left the tantalizing toes behind. No distractions, he reminded himself, forcing one foot in front of the other on his quest to reach Noah’s head.

As he neared the lion’s cock, he felt the familiar tingle of the lion’s intimate musk on his nose. Once again, it was different. This one felt more potent, and almost had a slightly sweet scent to it. The heat and smell coming off the lion’s cock made the feet feel like nothing.

Ben could barely take in the sight of the monstrous cock. It had to have been at least eight-and-a-half inches long and four inches around hung half-hard at the lion’s groin if Ben were normal sized. The lion’s tip reached all the way down to rub against the bedsheets, and his balls were like boulders - heavy, fluffy boulders - draped over his thigh.

“Okay, maybe one distraction,” he muttered.

The snow leopard couldn’t resist the siren call of the cock. The strength and alluring quality of the musk surpassed the lion’s paw easily. He stepped closer, each tiny step bringing him further and further into the cloud of the lion’s natural smell. He got close enough to the cock that he could reach out and touch it.

Then, he reminded himself that the tip of the cock could also be called the head.

He stepped forward, pressing his fluffy, nude body against the head of his friend’s cock. He wrapped his arms tightly against the warm flesh before the world around him shifted.

Whether the lion was just a restless sleeper or the added stimulation was enough to agitate him, Noah’s body began to roll over. Forward, pressing his cock and his tiny passenger into the mattress below him. The weight of the lion and his already heavy cock was pressed into the snow leopard.. Ben’s only saving grace was the fact the mattress was soft enough to absorb the weight of the lion.

Ben shifted, trying to get comfortable under his friend’s weight. He figured he’d be here for a while. In the commotion, he’d somehow managed to end up with his body flipped around. His head was not just past the tip of the lion’s cock. His wiggles only served to make his situation worse, as a shiny, clear drop of precum splashed onto his face, covering it completely.

The snow leopard wiggled in a panic, trying to get rid of the substance so he could breathe. With his wiggling, he could feel the cock growing more rigid and heavy as it fully hardened. As the cock threatened to drop another splash, he managed to swallow enough to breathe again. At the last moment, he turned his head, managing to keep his airways clear as more of the salty substance covered him. He sighed. He just had to wait for the lion to roll over, then he could go wake his friend.

Unfortunately, his world got worse as the lion’s hips began to grind into the bed. The lion’s body actively pushed against him, getting extra pleasure for Ben’s soft coat. He couldn’t do much but lay there, his own aching cock pressing against the massive one above him. He’d been so horny this whole time, and after being teased by the lion’s foot and now pinned underneath him…

Well, he finally understood why his micro friends were always trying to hook up with macros.

The grinding went on for minutes, the lion’s cock oozing more on the tiny cat and sheets. Ben could feel himself getting close, only to be edged by the lion’s gyrating hips. He was practically begging the lion to cum at this point, hoping that the rush of head and pump of seed through the cock on top of him could be the stimulation he needed.

What he hadn’t expected was to hear his friend moan in his sleep, muttering words he could finally hear.

“Oh god… Ben… Please… Harder… Fuck me harder…” The lion’s voice was a muffled mumble, but Ben had heard every word.

His face and ears were burning. Did his friend really see him that way…? And was he… topping the lion in his dream?

He felt his cock twitch and throb, begging to burst. It was so hot, picturing his giant friend being topped by a snow leopard who was really only an inch tall. Using a resizing ring to be big enough for the job.

Thankfully, he found his release as the cock above him pulsed and throbbed. He felt the heat of the wave of cum flow above him, the extra stimulation and fantasy all he needed to cum too.

In unison, the snow leopard and lion came. Ben’s cum was small strings coating the underside of Noah’s cock. Noah’s were large jets shooting over Ben’s head and landing between the lion’s stomach. Then, as it calmed down, it began to ooze the remaining seed directly on top of Ben, smothering him in the lion’s cum.

Ben lay there in bliss, content to wait for his friend to wake up. Unfortunately, the lion’s body stirred once more, and the sleepy sound of a “huh” from above him told him things had really changed.

Noah was awake.

Noah’s eyes opened groggily. “Huh…?” was all he managed to say despite the questions racing in his mind. What the hell happened? Why were his sheets wet? What was the soft thing under his cock? He rolled his hips, hoping to determine what was going on. His eyes went wide. That warm stickiness… Oh god, he had a wet dream? He hadn’t had those since early high school, well over a decade ago.

He reached a hand down, fondling his junk and confirming the large puddle of his cum on the mattress. He’d have to wash his sheets in the morning. The lion pushed that thought aside and continued his search for whatever fluffy thing he was laying on.

After his fingers fumbled around, he grabbed onto something soft and small. Then, it moved.

Noah jolted in his bed, quickly flipping his body over and sliding up to the headboard. He held the mystery entity in his hand, tightly gripped so it didn’t escape. As he sat up right, he used his legs to make a wall around the spot on the bed in front of him. His spent cock flopped lazily in front of his hips, his legs were flattened out and his feet were pressed together.

He lowered his hands to the diamond of space he had made before opening them inches above the mattress.

The lion prepared to jump up, worried he had captured a mouse which would have rendered his leg trap pointless.

Instead, what he saw fall from his hands left him stunned, jaw dropped in disbelief.

It was a tiny snow leopard. Really tiny. But, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew the creature. The way it stood, wringing its hands and looking around skittishly like it needed to run at a moment’s notice - it was the same way his friend had been standing at the party.

The lion leaned forward, bringing his muzzle almost uncomfortably close to the tiny creature.

The snow leopard looked at the lion’s face, feeling the weight of the gaze on him. He quickly covered his privates for modesty, giving the lion above a sheepish grin.

Noah’s instinct was right. His friend Ben was here. Apparently he was tiny for some reason… But he was here.

Noah broke the silence. “So uhm… Would you maybe want to get dinner? I usually like to get to know someone better before… well, you know…” The lion’s face was flushed with heat, and he chuckled nervously. His eyes never left his tiny little friend, eager for a response.

The snow leopard’s tiny face broke into a wide grin. “I’d love that!” But after a moment, his gaze cast downwards, embarrassment plain in his slumped shoulders and folded ears. “That is… I-If you’re really okay with… me.” his tiny voice squeaked, a hint of hope lifting his words.

“Then it’s a date, my little cutie cat. How about brunch tomorrow, and you can tell me all about this little secret of yours.”

The couple exchanged a pair of soft smiles, before the lion scooped up the snow leopard, and held him tight to his chest. The pair drifted off, the sound of the lion’s steady heartbeat and the soft touch of the snow leopard’s fur comforting the other.