title: Mouth Toy aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Sokz] id: [34063136] date: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 4:40:05 下午 modified: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 4:55:54 下午
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Mouth Toy
A fox has been going through a bit of a dry spell lately. If only he could find a cute micro to play with.
Olly glanced down at his feet as he walked back from classes. Today had been a long day, and a pretty painful one at that. His three hours classes were terrible to begin with, but having Amanda sit in front of him wearing the skimpiest shorts he had ever seen in his life didn’t make it any better. Not to mention when she took off her shoes about halfway through, and started rubbing her feet against each other, the fluffy pads rolling over her fur and brushing off all the loose flecks of dirt.
Had there even been a ten minute period where Olly didn’t have a boner? Probably not. It seemed that the young fox couldn’t think of anything except sex for the entire period. Whenever his professor switched topics he would try to focus on the board, but everything soon blurred together. The numbers crossed over each other and melded together, the white chalk clumping until it looked like a drawing of some sexy giant dragon munching a bunch of tiny creatures in his maw.
And then his boner would pop right back up as if called for. He tried to think about other things, tried to focus on his paper, or his notes, or really anything other than some cute little micro that he could play with a chew. But it didn’t work. At heart, he was still the sex crazed moron he had been ever since middle school.
“Fuck, I want to eat someone,” he whispered as he came to the entrance to his building. Olly had been playing macro for a couple years now. Ever since he had gone to a party as a freshman and seen some of the seniors dangling their micro sized classmates over their mouths, he had been into it. Now, even just the thought of having some one inch tall guy on his tongue was enough to get him excited.
Only real issue was finding the micros. Most of the time someone contracts a disease, and it spread through their system until they suddenly shrunk down to an inch or two tall. It's impossible to diagnose before it happens, completely incurable, and pretty uncommon. Only about two percent of the population will even shrink if they come in contact with it. Everyone else just gets a bit of a cold.
For Olly, this meant that finding a micro was a rare treat. An opportunity that only came a few times a year, when he was finally able to live out his deepest fantasies and experience what it was like to completely dominate some poor creature. To feel its body in his mouth, to force it around, to lightly chew it… it was the most euphoric feeling in the world.
“Fuck,” Olly said as he glanced down at his pants. He was hard again, just thinking about it. “Alright, that settles it. I’m jacking off, like, three times before I have to head out again.” Usually these thoughts weren’t so intrusive to the young fox. He could push them down, force himself to focus on work, or just the rest of his life. Now though, he had gone nearly a full week without any form of relief. He had struck out at the few parties he went to, and it seemed that there was always something that needed to be done. The fox simply didn’t have the time or space to masturbate. Maybe that would change today. He pulled open the door and went inside.
As he walked through the dimly lit halls of his dorm, his boner gradually receded, though he knew it would come back the moment he saw anything that even vaguely resembles a mouth, or teeth, or a uvula, or anything that would remind him of eating. He just needed to get back to his room as quickly as possible and hope that his roommate, Jace, wasn’t there.
Jace was a nice enough eagle, but he wasn’t about to let Olly masturbate in front of him. A fact that was growing more annoying each day, since the guy seemed to always be home when Olly had free time.
“Oh man,” the fox muttered as he turned a corner, a new thought popping into his head. What would it be like if he came home one day and found Jace all tiny, sitting on his bed, begging to help? The fox smiled at the mental image of it, of the eagle screaming for help as he was lifted up, as he begged and pleaded when Olly put him into his mouth, as…
“Fuck.” Olly was hard again. “I have to get a hold of…” he stopped suddenly, his ear twitching slightly. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard something. Something faint, and very high pitched. “Hello?”
He heard the sound again. It was faint, and coming from the floor. He glanced down at his feet but could only see the hard white tile speckled with dirt and stains. The school really needed to hire someone to clean this place.
His ear twitched again, and he turned his head. There was something there, something small, he just needed to find it. The boy crouched down and peered closely at the ground, until finally he noticed movement. At the sight, his heart fluttered.
“Oh my god,” the fox said, his tail wagging behind him as his big green eyes opened as wide as they could. Standing in front of him, cowering near the wall, was the teeny tiny form of a micro sized otter. He couldn’t help a grin from making its way onto his face.
“Hey!” the otter squeaked as it waved its hands over its head and jumped. Clearly the little guy was desperate for any help that he could get. “Down here!”
“Hello, little guy,” Olly said as he leaned closer, bringing his nose within only a couple of inches of the micro. He knew that he should saver this moment, let it happen with a playful spirit. “You look a little bit smaller than you should be.”
“Ha, yeah,” answered the otter. He calmed down, then rubbed the back of his neck as he looked up at the mega sized student. “Yesterday I shrunk.” He was panting, out of breath. “I think from that disease. You know, the one that spreads by mosquito or something?”
Olly nodded. “I’ve heard of that. This must be really scary for you. Being so tiny and all.”
“Yeah, it was,” the otter answered. Olly could tell from the tone of his high pitched voice that he was calming down. “My roommate always steps on bugs when he sees them, so I didn’t really want to risk anything with him. I tried just looking around my apartment for food but… well, I couldn’t find anything. I haven’t eaten since I first got tiny.”
“That sounds horrible,” fox said. “Everybody needs to eat.”
“Uh… I’m James, by the way.”
“I’m Olly,” the fox said. He then placed his open palm down in front of the otter, then nodded towards it, signaling for him to climb on. Though the tiny creature was clearly worried, he soon walked up to Olly’s paw and pulled himself up. He flinched as the giant then lifted him into the air and brought him up to eye level. “But,” the fox continued as he brought the micro closer to his face, “you can just call me, master.”
“W… what?” said the otter as he moved away from the giant’s face, his expression one of growing concern. “But I thought…”
“That I was going to be nice?” Olly said. “Sorry, little micro, but you really picked the wrong guy to find you.” The fox could feel his mouth salivating. He wanted to eat this creature more than he wanted anything else in his entire life. His stomach gurgled at the thought of the meal he was about to devour. It might not be very filling, but it was going to be so very delicious. “Hey, it's about lunchtime.”
“Wait!” the otter shouted as Olly’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to run around his lips. “Please don’t eat me! I have the disease, right? You’ll get sick! And you might become tiny too!”
“Nope, sorry,” the giant answered. “I’m immune. Know how I know?” The otter didn’t answer, just looked up at the giant with horror. “Cause I’ve eaten some of you guys before. Never had an otter before though. I bet you go down real easy.”
James, completely overcome by terror, then lunged for the edge of Olly’s palm. The tiny creature almost made it before the giant fox curled up his fingers and trapped the little otter in his tight, firm grasp.
Olly smiled as he heard the high pitched squeal from his captive as he tried to escape. “Sorry, is that too tight for you?” said the fox as he looked at his prey. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you out soon. Though you probably aren’t going to like where you end up. You know, since its kind of dark, smelly, and full of acid.”
The giant smirked at his own joke, then turned back to his path and continued towards his dorm room, all while the tiny otter continued to beg and plead for his life, trapped within his closed fist. But Olly wasn’t going to let this tiny guy go, no way. Not after being sexually teased for hours on end, not after going a full week without any form of relief. No, Olly was going to go back to his dorm and finally have the time of his life.
His stomach gurgled again as he reached his door. Already his cock was rock hard again, just begging to be stroked. He wanted to do it so bad, wanted to feel this tiny otter squirming in his mouth before he pushed him to the back of his throat and pulled him down into his belly. “Oh god,” Olly moaned as he slid his key into the lock.
He was drooling so much, and he was already panting. His heart rate had shot up, and his mind was on one thing only. This wasn’t just lust anymore, Olly needed to eat this otter. It was like his life depended on. If this tiny creature wasn’t inside of his belly, squirming around and suffocating in his stomach acids, Olly wasn’t going to survive. Whatever chemical that was responsible for making so damn horny was going to flood his brain and drown him. More than a carnal instinct, more than just a sexual tension, Olly’s desire had never been higher in his life.
The door slid open and the fox immediately went in. He didn’t even look as he kicked the door shut behind him, threw off his bag, then ran over to his bed and threw himself onto it. He moved back a bit until he felt the cold wall behind him. Finally, he was alone, and he could do whatever he wanted.
With a lustful glee, Olly lifted his fist up to his face and uncurled his fingers. James, still tiny and terrified, just sat there in his palm. The otter was beyond afraid at this point. He was too scared to fight back, too scared to scream for help, to even move. His entire life was about to be ended by the most alpha of alpha predators, a creature that had no equal in the world. A fox that stood over a million times his size.
Olly opened his mouth and gave a deep, low moan and his free hand moved under the waistband of his shorts. James struggled to stay on the fox’s paw as the wave of his hot breath blew over him. He held up his hands but it did nothing to prevent the smell of rotting bile from forcing itself into his nose. James gagged, on the verge of tears. “Please… please don’t do this.”
“Yeah, beg,” Olly said as he yanked his shorts down below his waist, his massive cock springing out of its confines the moment the tip came free of the waistband. Already his head was coated in a thin layer of his pree, and as it sprang up a bit of the liquid splashed onto his chest. The fox didn’t care about that. He only cared about the tiny creature in his hand.
Olly opened his maw as wide as he could, allowing the otter a moment to appreciate how horrible his new home would be. The fox looked down at the terrified expression of his prey with glee, watching as the otter froze in place, as the color drained out of his skin. Then Olly laughed a bit as a thought came into his mind. “Hey, you should be happy about this. Otter’s are great swimmers, right? And I got a lot of drool for you to swim in.”
“No, please!”
James couldn’t even finish his final plea before Olly tossed the tiny creature into his open mouth. He felt the otter land on his thick, wet tongue with a small splash. James struggled to move off of the huge fleshy organ, but there was nothing for him to grab onto. He just flailed around as Olly slowly closed his mouth and cut off all the light from his grave. “No!” was the final word the fox heard.
“Mmmmm...” Olly moaned as he grabbed his cock and started pumping. He knew that it would be quick, but he didn’t care. His mind was on the ecstasy of the moment, focused on the small, furry lump in his mouth as he moved it around with his tongue, as he pushed it into his cheek, as he forced it up against the roof of his mouth and sucked on it, sucked and sucked until he could almost feel the creature’s micro sized body about to break under the pressure. He moved him over to his teeth next, and lightly nibbled on him. He brought his teeth down, each little bite with a bit more force than the last. He wanted to bite down and finish it, wanted to feel the otter pop under his canines, but he knew better than to end the joy so soon.
His fingers moved faster on his cock as he closed his eyes and leaned forward. The fur on the back of his neck was standing up as he continued to pump up and down. He was so close to cumming, only a few more seconds.
The little otter was struggling for life. He was punching at Olly’s tongue now. The fox loved it, absolutely loved how much the otter was struggling. Olly wanted his food to keep fighting even though it was completely useless. He wanted the otter to try everything he possibly could to escape from this hell. It only made the fox feel bigger and more powerful.
His tongue moved again, this time forcing the otter back, towards the endless black void that was his throat. As he did, he felt the otter’s desperate attacks come quicker as panic took hold. The tiny micro didn’t want to be eaten alive. He didn’t want to become a little piece of food to be devoured then forgotten. He had been a student only a couple of days ago, a smart guy, just like Olly. And now he was just a plaything, a vore toy, to be eaten by some giant fox as he stroked his dick.
“Oh god yes,” Olly moaned as he kept moving the otter back, kept pushing him as far as he could without swallowing him. He was so close to finishing, he was right there. Only one thing left to do, a last maneuver to reach climax.
Olly pushed the otter all the way back, then let the thick folds of his throat close around the micro sized piece of food. As the fox swallowed he gripped his cock one final time and pulled up, an explosion of his cum shooting out into the room. It flew out from the tip of his dick and landed on the carpet a few feet away, and continued to spurt out with each subsequent pump, until finally the fox collapsed back against the wall of his room, panting, exhausted, and full.
He simply laid there for a moment, allowing his cock to soften in his warm palm. His breathing became steady, and that lust drained out of his brain, allowing him to think clearly for the first time in a week. Finally, he was back to his old self.
“Dude,” came another voice, one that made Olly’s ears shoot up in surprise. He then turned to the other bed in the room, the one that he hadn’t even glanced at when he burst into the room in heat. There, he saw Jace sitting with his phone in his hand, eyes wide and shocked. “What the fuck?”
“Uh…” Olly muttered, his limp dick still in hand as he looked at the mess he had caused. “I can explain.”