title: Internet Cred aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Sokz] id: [45717291] date: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:44:32 下午 modified: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:46:53 下午

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Internet Cred

Author: Sokz Source: Internet Cred

When a shy hyena finds himself in need of cash, his friend tells him about a website where you can watch people playing with micros for money

Miles silently groaned as he looked down at the paper. It was a collection of words designed specifically to make his stomach do backflips and drip sweat from his forehead, a series of questions hand picked so that he wouldn’t know the answers to any of them. In short, it was a test, and one that he was going to fail.

At least that’s what his anxiety told him. As the hyena looked over the different questions and equations that dotted the paper, he felt a cold sweat take over his body. He didn’t know how to do any of this! Had it even been taught in class? And what if he couldn’t answer any of the questions? What if he couldn’t even get partial credit? He’d fail the class, and the semester, and he’d be kicked out of college, then his mom would be disappointed and…

The hyena shook his head. There was no time for thoughts like this. Besides, they were never true. He always got like this with anything that stressful. First, he’d worry and sike himself out. He’d somehow convince himself that he was an idiot and that he didn’t know anything. Then he’d go back through the test, try out some methods, and realize he knew more than he thought. He’d get the grade back a few weeks later and act shocked when it was a solid B.

That’s how it had been in highschool, that’s how it had been so far in college, and that’s how it was going to be on this test too. He just needed to breathe and relax a bit.

“Breath in,” he whispered to himself. His voice was lost in the clatter of pencils scratching and the other students shifting in their seats. “Breath out.” When he opened his eyes again, the paper didn’t seem nearly as cruel.

He leaned forward, picked up his pencil, and started writing.

About an hour later, Miles would finish the exam right as the professor called time. Still feeling a bit flustered, he stood and walked to the front of the class, formed a queue with the rest of the students who barely had time to finish, then handed in his sheet. That was it, it was done. No need to fret about it anymore.

He moved with the sea of his fellow classmates. In terms of species, he was about average. Not as common as a dog or a cat, but not nearly special enough to stand out in a crowd. He didn’t tower over everyone like a giraffe, he didn’t have the powerful presence of a lion or tiger. Hell, he was even outclassed by any of the girl hyenas at the school. That fit his personality just fine though. He was content to blend in with the group, to move with the other students and go unnoticed, to simply drift through without calling any more attention to himself than was necessary.

That’s just the type of guy Miles was.

His clothing even reflected his lack of outgoingness. Dark jeans, a pair of sneakers that he had worn just long enough that they were starting to look shoddy, and a gray sweatshirt with his favorite band printed on the back to complete the attire. If it wasn’t for the stark white streak of fur upon his head, he would have been the most average creature in the entire school.

Together with the rest of the people, he made his way towards the exit of the school building. There wasn’t much on his schedule after this, so he was planning on returning to his dorm. Maybe he could complete some of the other homework assignments that had been piling up before…

The hyena was yanked violently out of his own mind as a larger classmate threw his arm around Mile’s neck and pulled him tight in a sudden and unexpected embrace. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened, and it’d be far from the last.

“Miles!'' The maned wolf practically shouted loud enough for the entire school to turn towards them. “How’ve you been buddy? You fail that test as bad as I did? I swear, if I got two questions right on that thing I’ll be fucking shocked.”

“Well…” Miles began, but the larger boy leaned forward and cut him off.

“Don’t give me that meek and feeble stuff again,” said the other with a knowing grin. “I know you got a brain inside that skull, even if it rattles around a little too much.” He playfully tapped his knuckles on the hyena’s head, then laughed as Miles went to fix his fur. “You’ll do fine.”

The pair walked through the high arched doorway of the building and emerged onto the campus grounds. Here, the people spread out a little, each going off to their own destinations. It gave them room to breathe and enough time for Miles to look up at his friend.

Skye was the exact opposite of Miles in almost every way. Tall, with long and slender legs. Ruby red fur looked almost alive as they came into the sun, with dark eyes wrapped in a dark mat of fur. Big ears, an athletic build, and enough confidence to float his way through whatever troubles he managed to find himself in. Today he was wearing a dark jacket that complimented the fur on his arms nicely, as well as pants that cost more than they looked like they did.

“I don’t know,” Miles said as they walked along the stone pathway. “This one felt different. That entire final page was tricky. I couldn’t even answer the last part of that last question.”

“I didn’t do the last page,” said the other without expression.

“You didn’t?” Miles was shocked.

“Na. Didn’t have time. Besides, the curve will do what it does.”

“So you’re not worried?”

“Why would I be? It’s done.”

“But…” Miles stopped before he said anything. This was a conversation he swore they had every time there was a big test. Miles would flounder and say all his prophecies of doom and gloom, while Skye would laugh it off and tell him that he was worrying too much. Then they’d get their tests back and everything would be fine.

So, instead of arguing, the hyena just shook his head.

Skye slapped him on the back and gave another hearty laugh. “You’re such a dork sometimes. Come on, cheer up. It’s done, and we don’t have to worry about another exam for… what, like a month?”

“About.”

“Exactly. What are you doing right now?”

“Not much. Was just going to head back to the dorm to stu-”

“We’re getting lunch.”

“Uh… well, I was kind of behind on my…”

“I said, we’re getting lunch.”

“But I…” It only took one glance from Skye to set all his complaints aside. There was no arguing with his confidence, no matter what Miles tried to say. “Alright. We’re getting lunch.”

It was a short walk to the local pizza shop. There weren’t many people inside, since it was an odd time. A little too late for lunch, a little too early for dinner, just the right time for two college students wanting to have a quiet time to relax after a stressful test. Miles had gotten a plain cheese slice, while Skye was halfway through his second slice of everything. He swallowed down whatever was in his mouth and turned to his friend. “So, you making any progress?”

“Progress?” miles repeated. He had been in his own head again, thinking about what he was going to get for dinner. Would it be smart to order food twice in one day? But then again, he didn’t really have anything back at his dorm. He could always go to the school’s food court but would that have been much…

“Your computer,” Skye said, breaking him out of his own mind yet again.

“Oh right!” The hyena’s face suddenly brightened at the word. “Yeah, it's getting there. I think I got everything picked out for it, I just need a good graphics card.”

“You know they released the new 7000x series last week.”

“They did?” Skye, for all his efforts to appear laid back, was surprisingly knowledgeable about certain things. Tech stuff especially. “Are they good?”

“About twenty percent better than the previous generation, but the price is about the same.”

“That’s good. And… uh… how much was a good one again?”

“7000xmf is the highest end. That’ll last you for at least two years before you need to upgrade. Goes for around 1,200.”

“That much!” Miles nearly blurted. He managed to keep his voice at a level tone, but only just barely. “I mean, sounds like a really quality part, but I was kind of hoping the entire thing would be, you know, less than that.”

“Guess you’re going for a mid to low range build then.”

Miles looked down at his plate and mumbled, “Still spending over a grand.”

“It’s your choice, obviously. You’ll just have to lower your settings to ultra instead of supreme, and you’ll need to swap it out sooner. Maybe a year or so.”

“A year seems kind of low.”

“Well that’s when the next generation comes out. And the next gen is going to be amazing.”

“That’s what you said about this gen.”

“Yeah, but it's current gen now.”

“But I…” he shook his head, content with the fact that he was never going to get this stuff. “Alright, what’s the mid end card look like?”

“It’s good for the price. About three hundred.”

Miles nodded. That was more his price range. Or, at least that was the price range he had decided he could spend on a new computer, and that was only because his current machine sounded like it was going to explode whenever he opened one too many tabs of his internet browser. “I can do that.”

“Cool. You going to order it today?”

“Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I would, but I’m a little short on cash lately. I’ve been thinking about getting a part time job. Probably just fast food or something. They’re opened that new burger joint on the other side of town and they say they’ll hire-”

“Na, fuck that.” Skye waved his hand as if shewing off the idea. “Fast food gigs suck.”

“I know, but I still need something.”

“Buddy, your friend Skye’s got you covered.”

Miles looked confused. “You mean…”

“I mean,” said the wolf as he leaned forward. He had that look in his eye again. That same look he got whenever he had a slightly mad thought that’d probably get them in trouble. “I got a way you can make whatever money you need, and never have to flip a single patty.”

The hyena looked serious as he said, “I’m not dealing drugs.”

“It’s not drugs you idiot!” Skye laughed again, despite himself. “No, no, this is completely legal. Trust me, I do it too, and you know I’d never do something that stupid.”

“Hm…” Miles still wasn’t sure. Skye always had a knack for finding fringe things that were just on the border of crazy and amazing. Sometimes they worked out, sometimes… well, sometimes they blew up in everyone’s faces. “I guess. What is it?”

“I'll tell you tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, when I come over.”

“But I have this project that…” Miles stopped when he saw that look again. “Alright, tonight.”

Miles walked back to his dorm alone. Skye, always the popular and active one, had to run off after their lunch to meet up with another group. Probably one of the sports teams he was on. Miles had no idea how the wolf managed so many activities and still had so much energy during the rest of the day. Guess that was just another difference between them.

The Hyena kept his eyes on the ground as he walked along the sidewalk. There were other people around him, but the street was relatively quiet during this time of day. Some people were walking out of stores and businesses for an early lunch, but that was all.

He liked walking by himself anyway. It gave him time to think about things and relax a bit. Calm down from all the excitement and anxiety of school. He could breathe in some fresh air and get out of his own head a bit, and stop worrying about things he couldn’t control.

His thoughts were on a video game he had recently been getting into when his eyes spotted movement on the side of the street. When he looked, he saw a tiny creature pressed against one of the walls of the shop, moving slowly towards an alleyway with a piece of bread grasped in its hands.

It took Miles only a moment to realize what he was looking at. Instead of some roach or other oversized bug, this creature stood upright and ran on two legs. Its frantic eyes darted back and forth as it moved, a slender tail dragging behind it. A cat, just a very tiny one.

Micros weren’t especially common in this area, but they weren’t rare by any stretch. Every once in a while Miles would be walking to class and see a tiny blood splotch on the ground. If he bothered to look closer he’d see a mangled body with the imprint of some guy’s shoe tread crushed into its shape. A gruesome sight, but one he had gotten used to. Now, it didn’t strike him as any more disgusting than seeing a crushed bug.

He knew that they were more than insects, however. They had thoughts, feelings, emotions, and all the other things normal people had. In fact, most of them were normal people some time ago. Whether it was genetics, some rare disease, or some environmental factor that was being covered up, no one knew. It just happened randomly and with little warning. One day, you were a normal guy with a normal job. The next, you were only an inch tall, scavenging for scraps like a common pest.

The small cat glanced over its shoulder and locked eyes with Miles. It froze as it realized one of the normal creatures of this world, a giant to it, was staring at its form. What, did it think that stopping would make it invisible? Was Miles’ sight based on movement?

The hyena chuckled, then turned away from the tiny creature. He wasn’t the type of guy to go out of his way to kill a micro. Though he didn’t care for them, and definitely wasn’t one of those weird people that campaigned for their rights or anything, he never understood the fascination with stomping them either.

To him, they were bugs. If they were really bothering you or something, then get rid of them. If not, then live and let live.

He walked past the micro without another glance.

It was about six o’clock when Miles heard a knock on his apartment door. The Hyena stood up from his desk in the corner and walked the short distance to answer it. Even by cheap bachelor apartment standards, this place looked small. It was only a single room, with his bed resting unmade in one corner, his desk and computer in the other, and a kitchen in the third, it was the absolute pinnacle of saving space. He barely had enough room to walk around.

But still, it was cheap, and as a college kid with no form of income that was the most important thing in the world.

He opened the door and saw his smiling friend on the other side, leaning calmly against the wall. The wolf’s ears jumped excitedly, the tips of them touching the top of the doorway as he pushed himself up to full height. “Look what I brought,” he beamed as he held a box in front of him.

It looked like a normal shoe box. Miles eyed it curiously, not understanding what it could possibly be. Before he had the chance to ask a question, however, Skye pushed his way into the dorm. He knew he was welcome.

“You got a place to set up?” the wolf asked hurriedly. His tail was wagging behind him, betraying his pure excitement. Miles knew enough to be worried whenever he saw those signs.

“Wait, wait, wait,” the hyena said, holding up his hands. “Slow down! Take a breath. Sit down or something, you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” With a heavy thud, the wolf dropped into a beanbag chair, the one other piece of furniture in the tiny room.

Miles closed the door, then went over to his friend. “That your magical solution to my money problems?” he asked as he nodded to the box.

“You know it,” replied Skye. He lifted the box teasingly. “Got any ideas what it is?”

“Shoes?” Miles asked.

“No, don’t be stupid. Shoes cost money, they don’t make any. Even on the resale market. There was one point where I thought I had a hustle going but…”

“Skye, focus.”

“Right, right, we’re not here to talk about shoes. Well…” he got that funny expression again, then waved it off. “Never mind. Here, just open it yourself.” He extended the box to his friend.

Carefully, Miles reached out and took it. The box was slightly larger than the shoeboxes he was used to. It was just a byproduct of the larger boy’s naturally larger feet. He tried not to think about it too much as he lifted the lid slowly.

Tentatively, almost nervously, he looked inside. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but the sight that greeted him was a surprise. There, lying in the center of the box, curled up and scared, was a micro. By his best guess it was a fox. Red fur covered its body with the exception of dark areas around his tail and paws. His eyes were nervous as they stared back at him, green orbs watery and on the verge of tears.

Suddenly Miles remembered his sight back on the sidewalk. That small cat walking around with a tiny slice of bread, freezing when the locked eyes with it, terrified for its life. Well, here was another one, resting in a box, completely trapped.

It filled him with mixed emotions as he took in the sight. It was a micro. Not a normal person, not a creature that society said he should care for, yet still thinking and feeling. And it looked scared.

“Uh…” Miles mumbled before forcing a smile. “A micro? What is this?” He turned back to his friend.

“That, good buddy,” Skye began, “Is the answer to your money problems.”

“A micro? What, do I sell it?”

“No, no, no,” Skye shook his head. “Micros aren't worth squat, unless you find a rare one or something, and even then.”

“So what do I do with it?”

That mischievous look wormed its way onto the wolf’s face. He leaned back in the bean bag chair that was just a little too small for him, then motioned towards the computer. “You ever heard of Itch?”

Miles still wasn’t following. “The website where you watch people live stream stuff? Isn’t that mostly for games?”

“Yep. Well, there’s this copycat sight called Grind. Basically the exact same thing, only you play different types of games.”

Miles was starting to feel that knot in his stomach again. “What type of games?”

“The fun type.” Skye turned back to him. “Come on, put it together.”

“I’m really not following.”

The wolf shook his head. “And you’re supposed to be the smart one. Fine. I’ll spell it out for you. Grind is a website where you stream yourself doing kinky shit. You got all types of stuff on it. Most of it’s sexual. But, there’s one offshoot I’ve found where you barely have to do anything, and the money just floods in.” He pointed at the box. “Micro play.”

“Micro play?” Miles repeated. “What can you do with a micro that’s sexual?”

“Oh, dude, what CAN’T you do.” He laughed a heavy laugh. “These guys will pay you to do anything. Some want you to sit on them, some want you to step on them a little. Honestly, you just fuck around and get paid for it.”

“Uh…” Miles looked down at the box again. The micro was still there, silent and terrified. When he turned back to Skye he saw him smiling. “I don’t…”

“You worry too much. Here, I’ll help you get set up, do all the back-end stuff for you, and then I’ll leave you to it.”

“But what if people… you know…” he rubbed the back of his head nervously. “What if they want me to do creepy stuff?”

“You tell them no, and refund anything they gave you. Easy as that.”

“So… I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to?”

“Hell, I’ve seen people on this site that just squeeze micros in their hand. That’s it.”

“And they get paid?”

“Yep.” The wolf leaned back in the bean bag, then launched himself back to his feet. “Come on, I’ll show ya.”

The sun had set, but that didn’t matter. Mile’s blinds were closed anyway. The floor lamp was turned on and facing the ceiling, allowing it to illuminate the apartment in its vague way. He also had a desk lamp that he had turned to focus on a space directly in front of him that he had cleared off. With his camera pointing to it, everything was set up. Now he just needed to hit the “go live” button and wait.

Miles gulped nervously. He had never thought he’d do this type of thing. Sure, he had done some shady stuff when he was young and stupid, but now he was in college. He had a reputation to keep up, friends, and jobs that he was trying to get. Was he really the type of guy to make kink micro art for money?

He sighed, realizing that he didn’t have much of a choice. Miles didn’t have any money. If he wanted a new computer he needed to do this. One glance to his left reminded him of his desperation. The sound of his computer’s fans were so loud the camera was picking them up. Skye had mentioned that, but said it shouldn’t be a problem. People care about visuals, not sound.

The hyena shook his head again, his white tuft of hair falling in his face. “Well, better just do it,” he said to himself as he reached under the desk and picked up the old shoebox. He opened it, his eyes finding the scared micro huddled in a corner. “You ready?” the boy asked before realizing how stupid a question that was.

“Oh… I mean… ah, whatever.” He reached into the box, his fingers moving towards the tiny red micro. It flinched, but Miles didn’t pause. Carefully, he wrapped his digits around the fox and squeezed just hard enough to make sure he couldn’t escape, then lifted him.

With his free hand, Miles tossed the box across the room, out of view of the camera. He then dropped the fox onto the desk, right in front of him.

The little guy stumbled and fell to his knees, curled his fluffy tail around his body, then looked back up at the hyena with that same terrified expression.

“Okay,” Miles whispered to himself. “Let's start this.” With a nervous gulp, he moved the mouse over the “go live” button, felt his arms shake, then clicked. A red light appeared at the top of his screen, indicating that he was streaming.

He licked his lips and looked at the watch count. Zero. All that was left to do was wait.

The hyena looked back down at the tiny fox on his desk. To his surprise, the little guy wasn’t trying to escape. In fact, he hadn’t moved at all from the spot where he had been dropped. Curious, and with nothing better to do, Miles asked a question. “Why aren’t you trying to get away?”

The fox’s ears perked up, and he craned his neck to meet the hyena’s eyes.

“I… I…” the fox said with a trembling voice. “I don’t want to get stepped on again.”

Miles was confused. He lowered his head towards the micro, struggling to make out his soft voice. “What do you mean? I’m not going to step on you.”

The shock on the fox’s face was unmistakable. “You’re… you’re not?”

“No. Why would I?”

“It’s just…”

“Does Skye step on you?”

The fox didn’t answer for a moment. His shoulders relaxed slightly, that terror leaving his body. At least a little bit of it. “If any of us try to escape, and he finds us, he punishes us.”

“Oh.” Miles nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” When the fox didn’t say anything more, Miles continued. “Well, I’m not really the type of guy who steps on micros or anything. I don’t even like squishing spiders.” He laughed to try and break the tension.

“That’s… good to know.”

“Yeah, I’m not really into this whole micro thing either. Just, well, need a bit of money. So I’m not going to do anything crazy to you. Maybe just squeeze you or something. Does that… uh… sound fine?”

“Just squeezing?” The fox nodded, his eyes lightening up. “I… I can handle that.”

“Cool. That’s all we’ll do.”

“Th… thank you.” The fox looked absolutely overjoyed. It left Miles wondering what Skye usually put this fox through.

“My name’s Miles,” he said as he lowered his face to the desk, almost at eye level with the one inch tall fox. “What’s yours?”

“Uh…” he thought for a second, then answered, “Bryce.”

“Well Bryce, it’s nice to meet you. And hey, if we do well tonight, I’ll get you some good food. Like pizza or something.”

The fox smiled warmly. “I’d really like that.”

Miles laughed. He never thought pizza could elicit such a pure reaction from someone. Being around these micros really felt different from his normal interactions. Out in the real world, where everyone seemed bigger than him, he felt shy and cautious. Nervous that he’d always say the wrong thing and look like an idiot. But this felt right. When he talked to Bryce, it didn’t feel like he was talking with someone better than him. He didn’t have to worry about messing something up or making a fool of himself. It just felt calm.

A tone beeped from his computer speakers. When he looked at the screen he saw his watcher count suddenly change. A one appeared.

Licking his lips and sitting up straight, Miles took a big breath in. Time to begin.

The hyena reached forward and gently wrapped his fingers around the micro again. This time he was more careful, being sure not to squish the tiny little fox or do anything to hurt him. Before, he had just been a faceless micro in a shoebox. Now, he felt connected to the tiny guy.

He felt the pads on his paws rubbing against the soft fur of the fox. Gently, he started squeezing, putting just enough pressure on the micro for him to feel it while making sure he didn’t cause any pain. Bryce wiggled slightly in his fingers, his face nuzzling against the hard form of his paw pad.

A comment popped up on his stream and his eyes flashed as he read it. “Nice. You play with micros a lot?”

Miles blushed a little at the comment. Now things were really starting to kick off. He glanced at his viewer count and saw that a few more people had arrived. They probably saw the thumbnail of him molding the micro around in his hands.

With his free paw, he typed a response on the keyboard. “First time, actually”

An answer came. “A newb. Hot” Again, Miles felt himself blushing. That might have been the first time someone had called him hot, besides a few one off instances in high school. It gave him a little more confidence as he played with the micro between his fingers. He squeezed the fox just a little bit harder, forcing a tiny “squeak!” out of the boy.

The comments lit up after the sound.

“Oh my god, squeak!”

“Yeeees!”

“Go harder, I want to hear that again”

“^^^^^^^^”

Miles leaned forward slightly, then pressed his thumb into the micro’s back. He still wasn’t pressing hard enough to hurt him, but each comment gave him a little more confidence to move forward. He pressed on Bryce until his tiny, wiggling form popped out from between two of his fingers, covered in a thin sheen of his own sweat. Panting, Bryce tried to recover himself.

“Keep going!” one comment demanded.

“More more more more!” shouted another.

They were already so into this. Miles never expected things to ramp up this fast. People on this site really liked micro stuff.

He rolled his shoulders slightly, then looked down at the fox within his hands. Bryce turned back to him, that happy, thankful look faded away. He looked concerned again, just like before.

“Don’t worry,” Miles whispered so that no one else could hear. “We’re still good.”

Bryce nodded weekly, the movement almost too subtle to even see. He jumped a moment later as Miles squeezed him again, his fur standing on end and his ears perking into sharp points.

“Squeeeeeeze the foxy!” said a commenter

“Squeeze ‘m good!”

Miles did it again, this time gaining another feeble squeak from his newest toy. He continued his little game, molding the fox around his hands. Squeezing him slightly, then letting up the pressure. Rubbing him with his fingers, pressing his face into the rough sides of his paw pad, squishing him around his palm and showing off his tired body to the camera. He went slowly, and was always careful to not hurt his little friend. Still, after ten minutes, Bryce looked exhausted.

The hyena almost gasped when he saw the watcher count. Almost one hundred people were watching his live stream, more than he ever hoped he would get. And he had barely even started! His hands trembled slightly as he read the comments pouring in. So many people told him that he was amazing at it, others said he had the cutest hands. A few people wanted him to go further, some said to squish the micro completely.

He’d never do that, of course, but it was still cool to see so many people interested in his little show. It was fun for him too. He hadn’t been sure how enjoyable it would be to toy with a micro, especially since he didn’t have any sort of fetish for it, but this type of popularity had been something he only ever dreamed about. There had been times in high school when he would sit in class and fantasize about being as well liked as the jocks and popular kids. Having people dote on him, being able to talk to anyone, always getting what he wanted. Well, that dream had almost come true. At least in a virtual sense.

His ears perked up as he heard a new notification from the app. Looking at the screen, his heart fluttered.

“Donation!” the screen said. “$10 gifted from microCrushBot69696 ‘I’ll give ya another 10 if you drop him on the ground’”

Miles gulped. Ten bucks. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the notification. Ten entire dollars for fifteen minutes of playing around with a tiny fox! He almost couldn’t believe this. Sure, he had started this whole thing to make money, but now it was real. His first step to that gaming card he wanted. Maybe if he did this for an entire week he’d have enough saved up. He could do that, he could totally do that!

He looked down at the tiny fox resting in his open palm, panting with his arms and legs spread out. Heat radiated from Miles’ pads, and sweat glistened off of his red fur. He had promised not to do anything more to this guy than a few finger scrunches but… surely pressing on him with his foot would be the same thing. Right?

“Hey Bryce,” he whispered, his computer fans covering up his voice. The fox looked back at him. “I’m going to drop you on the ground.”

He could see panic flash in the little fox’s eyes. “N… no! But you said that…”

“It’s just a little paw rub or something,” he whispered back. “Nothing worse than what we’ve been doing.”

“No, please,” the fox begged. “I hate feet. I really, really hate feet. I can’t stand the smell or the feel or…”

“Hey, come on man, we had a deal.” Miles lifted him up slightly. “Just be cool with this. I promise this is it. I promise.”

“I… I…” he could tell the fox hated the idea with every fiber of his being, but there was nothing he could say. After all, he was just a micro. The fact he was even being warned was more a gift than most people would have given. Slowly, he nodded.

“Alright, I knew you’d come around to it!” Miles pushed himself away from the desk, then grabbed his camera. After a few movements, he had it set up on the ground below the table, his spotlight focused on the spot directly in front of it.

The comment section was going wild, they knew what was about to happen.

The Hyena reached forward and grabbed his micro toy again, then lowered him to the ground. He tilted his hand and allowed the fox to slide onto the thin carpet, his knees buckling as soon as he hit the fabric. Still, he didn’t run. Just sat there on his hands and knees, awaiting what was about to happen.

Miles watched the computer screen as he lifted his foot, then moved it towards the tiny micro. His heart was beating fast, quicker than he ever expected. His hands were shaking slightly. Was he nervous or excited? He had never really felt this way before.

The boy moved his foot down, the plush paw pad touching the tiny fox’s back then pressing him into the ground. He forced his foot lower, the fox’s head completely lost as his pad folded over him completely. Then his toes came down, smushing and spreading as he put pressure on the tiny creature.

Vaguely, he was aware of the fox squirming under his foot. The sensation of his fur brushing lightly against his sole almost made him giggle. It tickled a bit. Miles lifted his paw before too long had passed, and Bryce took a hasty gulp of air. Before he had a chance to fully recover, Miles pressed on him again.

More donations came in. Some of them two dollars, others five, even a ten thrown in there. His heart raced as he looked over his view count and the money he was getting. He was already at fifty bucks! Maybe he’d only need to do this a few times until he made enough money.

People were commenting rapidly, saying things like “I wish I was that fox~” “Squish him good” “Grind him into the dirt!” “Squishy foxy.” He only paused when he saw a new one pop up. “Damn dude, when was the last time you washed your feet lol.”

Miles felt a faint flush come back to his cheeks. He had nearly forgotten about how dirty his paws must have been. He had taken a shower last night, but it had been a long day of walking around school and trudging through town. His paws must have been sweaty from all the time trapped in his sneakers. To him, it was barely noticeable. But for Bryce…

He lifted his paw again and looked closer at his screen. Sure enough, he could see more sweat coating the tiny fox than ever. As he looked at the bottom of his own paw, he saw dirt and grime adhered to the plush pad. Some strands of fur between his toes had turned a dark color from all the muck, and whenever he flexed he saw little pebbles of dirt dislodge themselves. For an instant, he felt terrible for the fox he toyed with. It must have been disgusting down there.

Miles was about to pull his foot away when a new donation came in. “$25 gifted from xXFootLickKingXx ‘Pwese stand on him’”

The hyena gulped. Twenty five bucks, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. But no, he couldn’t. He had promised that he wouldn’t do anything worse. He couldn’t stand on him, that just wouldn’t be…

“Donation! $100 gifted from stepOnMeDaddy101 ‘Stomphimstomphimstomphim!’”

“Uh…” Miles stared at the figure. One hundred bucks. That was nearly a tenth of the price of the high end card! How could he say no to that? How could he possibly click the refund button now?

He looked down at the fox between his feet. Barely moving, he looked more like a tiny red bug than a living creature. Taking a deep breath, Miles composed himself. “Sorry little guy,” he said. “I gotta.”

Miles placed his paw on the fox, then dragged his body over the ground until he came out from under the desk. A single glance at the chat was enough to tell him that the crowd was going wild.

All he needed to do was stand up. He knew that it would hurt. He knew that he was breaking his promise and that he might really injure the micro… but fuck, he wanted that money. Miles pushed himself off of the chair and leaned forward.

The chat erupted at the sight of his paw squashing into the ground, his plush pads compressing and expanding outward as he let the full weight of his body rest on them. Below him, he felt the fox squirm for a moment in desperate panic before it settled down, the strength and air crushed out of its body.

Miles' heart was beating incredibly fast as he concentrated on the feeling of another thinking, living creature below him. Being crushed, treaded on like he was just part of the ground, an insect who was worth no more to him than a couple bucks.

He leaned back on his heel, taking some of the pressure off of the fox. That was it. No more. He had done more than enough for today and his bank account reflected that. If he wanted, he could just close the stream, get some really tasty food for his micro friend, and everything would be fine.

“Donation!” the screen flashed. “$50 gifted from titBurgler ‘Now rub him on your nips’”

Miles hesitated. He should just stop. Take the money and run. He had gone past what he had originally said and was nearly half way to his goal of a new card already. He just needed to stop…

But it was just his chest, right?

Miles felt a sly grin grace his lips. Sure, stepping on Bryce was a little bad, but rubbing him against his chest was nothing. Surely he could manage a little more.

The big hyena reached down and grabbed his micro once more, then lifted him up to his chest. Bryce didn’t even look at him anymore. He just rested in his hand, unmoving, his eyes closed. “Just a little more,” Miles whispered to him. “Then I’ll get you something really tasty to eat, and I’ll make you a comfy place to sleep, and we won't do this again for a good while. Okay little guy?”

The fox didn’t answer, but Miles didn’t really care. He sat down in his chair and placed the camera back on his desk, then angled it so that the top of the screen just barely reached his neck. He then took hold of his t-shirt and pulled it off in a single clean motion.

He barely even paused to realize he was now shirtless in front of scores of people he didn’t even know. Just a day before, that thought would have been paralyzing to him, but now… well, now he felt more confident about things.

With a grin, Miles grabbed the fox once more. The hyena wasn’t particularly in shape. He didn’t have a six pack or incredibly well defined pecs, but he tried to take care of himself. Skye dragged him to the gym every few days, and he never ate that much to begin with. As a result, he had a surprisingly athletic build, with a slight tummy that was just fluffy enough to be cute.

“Yes!” the chat called out. Wave upon wave of approval rushed over him and he picked up the micro and pressed him against his warm chest. Slowly he moved him over the surface, first going up and down, rubbing him into his fur. It felt nice, surprisingly. Despite everything, the fox’s fur was still soft.

“The nips!” someone in his chat called. Never one to disappoint, he moved the fox to one of his nipples and pressed his tiny face into it, working in slow and deliberate circles.

“Fuck yes,” he saw one message say. “More, more more!” said another. “Fuck, this is so hot,” said a third. “He’s fucking nothing to you. Just a bug to be pressed against your hot fucking chest”

Miles unconsciously pressed the fox harder. There were so many positive comments from everyone. They said that he was hot. They said that he was amazing. Each and every one fueled his ego more than ever before. He wanted to go further. He wanted this feeling to last forever.

He glanced down at his profits. Almost $500 already, and it hadn’t even been half an hour. He could cash out right now and buy one of the midline cards. That had been his goal, right? So that’s what he should do. Thank everyone for the donations and call it there, then make good on his promises. All he needed to do was hit that button.

But, as it always did, a new notification popped up. “Donation! $50 from JOfiend ‘cum on him, pleeeeeease.’”

Miles laughed at the idea. Now that was a step too far. He might be willing to play with a micro a bit, but there was no way he was going to jerk off. After all, he didn’t even have a micro fetish. This was just a game, a way to make money, and that was too much.

He was in the process of typing so when another donation came in. “Donation! $100 from IwatchMenCum ‘Do it! I’ll sub for liiiiiiiife!’” Then another. “Donation! $50 from MicrosAreStoredInTheBalls ‘I agree with that!” Then another. “Donation! $75 from CaptainCumGoblin ‘All of the yes’”

Miles was shaking as he saw more and more money coming into his account. But no, he couldn’t do this. Showing his chest on screen was one thing, but his dick… no, he wouldn’t go that far.

But if he didn’t, he’d have to refund everyone’s money. He’d have to go into his account settings and hit the return button on every single one. Hundreds of dollars would slip through his fingers. With all of this, he could get the high end card. The really nice one that would make him the envy of all of his friends. He could have everything he wanted.

Miles pulled the small fox away from his chest and looked down at him again. The tiny one inch tall canine was breathing heavily, completely drenched in sweat and exhausted beyond belief. Could he really do this to such a poor creature? He had promised he wouldn’t, but did that even matter?

Should he do it, shouldn’t he do it? Yes or no. Take the money, or return it all? He was about to shake his head and end the stream when a new thought occurred to him. What if all these people left after he denied them? What if he could never get this fame back? What if he streamed again in a week and not a single person showed up? He might be able to wave off a few hundred dollars, but could he afford to throw away what he had built here? He remembered his dreams of being popular and having hundreds of friends who loved and adored him. It could be his, or he could throw it all away. Could he really live with himself if he ended it now and it never came back?

He realized, after some thought, that he couldn’t.

He was trembling again as he looked down at the fox and met his eye. “What do you think?” he asked in a whisper.

“About… jerking off?” The fox looked absolutely horrified. “No, no you promised. Please we’ve already done so much more than you said. I can’t take this! I’m not even gay!”

“Yeah, well, I’m not either.” Miles gave an apologetic shrug. “It’s not gay. It’s just a little thing. Come on, maybe it’ll be fun.”

“Please, please don’t do this,” the fox begged. He pleaded and looked up at Miles with tearful eyes, but the hyena had already made up his mind.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. I promise.” With a slight grin, he reached down to his pants and lowered the waistband, his cock flopping out. It was already half erect, the praise and excitement from the last few minutes doing its job.

With his free hand, Miles reached down and stroked himself, thinking of some of his classmates. It didn’t take much for him to become fully aroused. When he brought the camera forward so that it could see, the chat erupted.

“There we go,” he whispered as he moved Bryce lower. The fox struggled to get off of his hand, but Miles pinned him with a single finger. He was lowered to the base of his shaft, the tiny fox absolutely dwarfed by his fully erect manhood.

Though Miles wasn’t the biggest hyena in that department, even his meat was more than enough to completely overshadow the micro’s entire existence. The chat was going nuts, with messages flying across the screen. “Look at that little fuck next to your hog.” “He’s sooooo small!” “Imagine being tinier than some guys dick” “Hurry up and fuck him!”

Bryce looked up at his owner one final time, begging him silently not to do what he was planning. But they were beyond that now. Miles had made up his mind. With a moan, the hyena pressed the fox up against his hard cock, squishing him between his paw pad and the organ. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to stroke.

“Yes!” the crowd typed away. “Fuck him!” “Drown him in cum!” “Suffocate against his cock, micro!”

Miles’ eyes never left the comment feed as he continued to stroke, sliding the unmoving fox up and down his shaft. Up and down, up and down. He could feel the tiny form of his body against the sensitive skin and heard the faint softness of him sliding against the slippery surface. Within only a few strokes, he saw pre dripping from his tip in thick bubbles. It rolled down the underside and was quickly picked up by his hand as he ran the fox over the stream.

He was panting, going faster and faster with each comment. People were donating like crazy. Ten dollars, five dollars, twenty, fifteen, fifty, a hundred. It was all for him. All these people here just to watch him absolutely dominate this micro. They all wanted to see him fuck this fox, and that was exactly what they were going to get.

In a final moment of ecstasy, Miles gripped his cock as hard as he could and erupted an ocean of jizz. It sprayed from his tip and landed on his desk, the last few spurts dribbling down his cock and mixing with the other fluids that already covered the fox’s body.

“There…” he said, panting. “We’re all done.”

He pulled his hand away and looked down. Bryce was squirming against his palm, clearly hurt by the final grip, completely covered in thick pools of his goopy cum. Miles never expected he’d be so turned on by the sight of another male smothered by his hot jizz, but it was almost enough to make him want to do it again.

When he turned back to the screen, he saw a few more donations trickling in. “That’s it,” he said. “No more tonight.” he typed a message in the chat, telling everyone so. There were a few people who wanted more. Some asked him to step on the micro again, others wanted him to crush the fox completely. He ignored them. He had made more than enough money.

But then a final message popped up.

“Donation! $1000 from IWatchHyenasVoringFoxs ‘Vore the bitch.’”

Miles’ jaw dropped. No, he must be reading that wrong. Did it really say what he thought it said? A thousand dollars. A thousand dollars on top of everything he had done. He was shaking again, his eyes wide as he stared at the donation. He couldn’t say no to that. With everything that he made here, he could buy an entirely new computer. Not just a graphics card, but a top of the line rig. He could do whatever he wanted with that type of cash! And all he needed to do was…

He glanced down at the fox whimpering. “So…” he whispered, a devious grin spreading. “You know how I said that’d be the last thing?”

Painfully, the fox looked up at him through dominated eyes. Seeing the hungry look on his master’s face, Bryce turned to the computer screen. He read the donation. Everything went pale. “No…” he whispered. “No, no you can’t.”

“I can do whatever I want. You’re a micro.”

“But you said you’d help me! You said you’d give me a place to live, and food, and, and, and…”

“And I guess I lied.” Miles licked his lips.

“My life is worth more than a few hundred dollars!” the fox begged. “Please, just take me to my family and they’ll pay you! Whatever you want, I swear! I can afford it, I can! Please, please don’t eat me!”

Miles laughed at the idea. Since when did he bargain with micros? Maybe, before today, he would have helped one of these pathetic bugs. But that was the old Miles. The one that hadn’t heard hundreds of people cheering him on. Now he felt more confident than he had ever felt in his life. He could do whatever he wanted, and right now that was swallowing this fox.

The hyena opened his mouth, then tossed the tiny canine inside. “Mmmm…” he hummed as he moved the creature around his mouth, sucking on him, tasting all the little bits of goop and gunk that were still stuck to his coat.

The chat continued their applause. He read the replies as he continued to play with the poor micro. His spit moved over him as he gently sucked at the fox. His tongue moved him around his mouth, pressing him against the roof, against his teeth, then tauntingly moving him back towards the endless abyss of his throat. Sometimes he would open his maw just enough for the people to see him struggling. The fox would jump towards the exit and desperately claw his way forward, only for Miles to snap his jaws shut at the last moment.

People were begging him to swallow. “Eat him!” some called. “Swallow!” shouted others. “Vore the tiny bitch!” “Eat him alive!” “Let him dissolve into nothing!”

He gave another long, hard suck, then pushed the fox to the back of his mouth. He had toyed with him enough. These people wanted it, and it was his job to give it to them. Though he could still faintly hear the desperate pleas emanating from inside his maw, he did the one thing he had left to do.

With a gulp, he swallowed the fox alive.

“Ahh~” he moaned, opening his mouth wide to show that it was over. More donations came in. nothing as insane as the one thousand dollar mark, but that didn’t matter. It was over, and miles felt so good he didn’t even know if this was real.

“Thanks everyone,” he said to the chat. “Maybe we’ll do this some other time.” With a wink, he finally hit the button to end the stream.

With his cock still out and the taste of musky fox on his breath, he opened up a new tab. “Now,” he whispered. “What’s the nicest computer I can find?” He paused for a second, then glanced at the old thing he had been using to film the action. “And maybe I’ll get a new camera too.”