Second raffle story, this time for  Skulie!

Right off the bat, I'm sorry for taking so long! I had a really hard time writing this, plus my newly kicked-off studying largely interfered with my free time as well, so I admit to some parts being slightly rushed and / or contrived.
Nonetheless, the themed parts should be quite great!

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Skulie ©

Alysha ©

Story © me
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When you think a macro is around, you know a macro is around. As they’re often seen stomping through cities, mountain ridges and farmland, their presence is impossible to be discreet. Naturally, given the average macro’s ways, there is a constituency of people, mostly comprised of ordinary commoners who would fall victim to macro vandalism - even property damage inadvertently caused by the gentle macros - who despised them. And this made perfect sense, though the gentle, friendly giants were marginalized by this mentality. These same people would simply run away in case of a destructive-happy type dominating their residence, which was once again only logical, whereas an indisputably benign, sometimes even bashful macro came to their city just to say hello was much more likely to be regarded as a harmless event. The playful macros and the rampaging ones had their differences, which were naturally met with their appropriate responses. But, there’s always a case in which this appropriation is thrown completely out the window. Those who attempt to approach the stompy macros as if they were peaceful. It’s definitely not far-fetched, but neither did it seem to be the good idea.

Skulie, a small blue dragon, was standing outside the exit to a forest he had just gone through. Peering into the mile ahead of him, he observed a macro who was in the midst of mildly stomping parts of a city nearby and teasing it with her feetpaws. Even from a considerable distance, it appeared to be the stature of a 200-feet-tall albino-white wolf lady. She had one foot planted into the ground only millimeters next to the city, and her other one was lifted precariously in the airspace above it. Skulie watched as the macro lowered its paw closer and closer towards the ground, waiting for the moment, but it appeared as though she was just teasing the city residents with it. And an imagination that had always crossed Skulie’s mind every time he thought about macros set in.
“Must feel amazing to have an entire city at your mercy.”
The dragon had engaged in meeting with a varied collection of macros in the past, but never had a chance to meet up with a dominating-looking macro lain in his wake. A quite dangerous and unorthodox chance, but an opportunity nonetheless. Skulie wanted something else for a change when it came to macros, and the current offer was quite rich. He began to run straight for the giant wolfess, and hoped for the best event. He felt it was a risk worth taking.

The macro wolfess took and lowered one of her footpaws between a series of buildings, planting it down straight in the streets. She wiggled the sole around a little bit, and Skulie could hear the trampling and crushing from his position. She was having a lot of fun teasing everything and everyone by his looks of it.
As the blue dragon came closer and closer to the macro, the shadow that was cast on the ground behind her became more and more noticeable. It became colder, though the outside temperature wasn’t even that high to begin with. Skulie also got an increasingly better view of her.
“My curiosity is nerving,” he thought as he moved in another forty feet. The macro was still unaware of him, but Skulie figured it’d be not that hard of a task to grab the giant’s attention as, for a macro, the wolfess was only two hundred-feet in size, which was moderate. She still had her left paw still on the side, which would create a good way for the dragon to get himself noticed by her.

The giant wolfess took another stroke with her paw as the dragged it through the city. Her satisfaction in her stompage was noticeable beyond any doubt.
“Now that is really the kind of macro that piques my interest for once,” Skulie murmured. It took him only a few more feet before he found himself underneath the wolfess, her rear looming half her size above him.
Skulie figured it was time for him to finally take action. He moved to her footpaw that was stationed on the ground and climbed it. Once he was atop her paw, Skulie straddled it. He looked up, and saw how the macro wolf lady was indulging in her dominance that she emanated, and how she teased the city folk with her massive sole. Then, it happened. She craned her head downwards, as if she felt something irritating down there.
Skulie held still and observed her. She had finally noticed the little dragon hugging her other paw. Both sides felt opportunities.
“Here it comes…” Skulie thought as she saw the wolfess leering down at him with her authoritarian smirk.
“Oh my, what is that little thing?” She bowed forward to give the ‘thing’ a closer look.
Skulie was a bit in a verbal elusion. “Errm, I saw you doing your usual ways so I approached you. You’re quite dominant, which I have to say I’m pretty fond of.”
“Hmmmm,” the wolfess said. “I appreciate your words, but can’t you see I’m in the middle of business right now?” She took her right footpaw and stepped into a different set of streets. The ground shook lightly, and the sounds of several structures and vehicles being mangled could be heard. Skulie quivered very mildly. He liked it and was, at the same time, unsure of what was yet to come.

“Needless to say, I don’t like twerps that disturb me during my worktime.” The wolf lady took a disciplinary attitude towards Skulie, and very slowly began to lift up the paw that he was clinging to.
“A-Alright then, I’ll watch my actions next time,” the blue dragon said with a blush and a cheeky grin.
“Hmph,” the macro scoffed. “Too late for that, tiny.”
The wolfess lifted her paw up after shaking Skulie off of it. Skulie was now lying on the ground, with the smothering shadow of a gigantic sole covering her. The next event was only a matter of time. The large paw lowered down onto the dragon, squishing him into the ground and between the sole. Once the wolfess decided she had put enough pressure on the little creature, she smushed her paw around, squishing it against the ground. Skulie was in a tight spot, caught with his head right underneath the space between two toes, that luckily allowed for an increased breathing ability for Skulie.
“That’ll teach that little rat.”
The wolfess continued to casually play around with the city while simultaneously trampling Skulie with the other. She reveled in the fact that she had not one, but two compelling paw dummies to test out on. With a bossy laughter, she dozed her paw through another section of the city. She felt she had everything under her power.

Meanwhile, Skulie’s body temperature had risen from the situation he found himself in. Being stuck under a paw and limited to a sole percent of his original mobility, while the surface of the paw-pad that sandwiched him on one side was dragged back and forth. The macro also alternated the pressure on her stomp, going from a tame squish-session to a blood pressure-peaking smooshfest that was bordering on full-blown crushing. The wolfess seemed a classy lady though, and through the course of her career fulfilling the role of macro, she probably had the necessary experience to not physically maim her victims.
Skulie wheezed profusely and produced a series of muffled scorns as the paw firmly pushed him into the soil and started to press down on him again. He felt as if his own skin was being rubbed in waves against his own body. And all the while, he wondered what it must be feeling like for the wolfess to have such a tiny being in submission to the walking surface of her footpaws.
And the wolfess was having her time indeed. She rolled her left paw around on Skulie one more time, and enjoyed all the vehement squirming from the being underneath. But she figured she could do some more playing with her little toy.

After an hour of what he had been through, Skulie experienced surprise and relief as the paw suddenly lifted off of her. The lukewarm air blew across his body and neutralized the warmth. The event had been like a sauna to him. Before Skulie could react to anything else around the environment he used to find himself in prior, his point of view gradually rose to the wolfess’ face level. She had picked him up, and was holding him in front of her face while she loomed down onto him. Skulie immediately took the opportunity to speak to her.
“C-Could we please make room for some consultations?” he said straight to the giantess’ face, being still bewildered after what he had been through.
“Consultations? Now?!” the wolfess spoke. Her voice spawned small gusts of wind that palpably passed alongside Skulie. “Perhaps after you’ve introduced yourself I will consider it.”
“Oh, I’m Skulie,” the blue dragon said, lying in the palm of her hand. “It’s a… pleasure?”
“Alysha,” the wolfess responded. “Your impudence has been forgiven.”
With that, Alysha gave Skulie light prods with the index finger of her other hand.
“But don’t think you can run free just yet. You’re still my plaything, and I still have a myriad of plans with you,” Alysha grinned, while picking up Skulie by his bottom half. He moved in closer to Alysha, and saw where the giant wolfess was taking him.

A tomato-red blush burst out on Skulie’s cheeks as he glanced upon the space below him. Alysha was dangling him cleanly above her cleavage. She looked at the dragon’s blush, and chuckled as she knew she had succeeded with her intents.
“Do you think you are ready for it?” Alysha asked, and performed another nasty tease by lowering Skulie two feet.
Skulie’s feelings were made obvious right from the get-go, and they couldn’t be more conspicuous if he tried. He was just dangling there above Alysha’s cleavage, semi-anxiously waiting to be dropped right in. Before Skulie could make a thumbs-up gesture towards the giant Alysha to make his overwhelming proclivity to reciprocate clear, the wolfess made yet another scoffing remark.
“Oh dear, who am I to ask my clients for their approval! Everyone knows that I’m holding the reins here!”
With no afterthought, Alysha let go of Skulie. She had her usual intimidating smile on her face that looked down as the dragon fell right where he ostensibly wanted to be since after the introductory session. With a silent ‘plop’, Skulie disappeared into the mass of boobage.
“Hope you have it good in there, little one.”
Alysha made a light squish with her breasts, just to evoke some more reactions from its occupant. And to the desired effect, she felt Skulie squirming and kicking around in her cleavage, being completely enveloped by the mass of her breasts. The tingles satisfied her, and gave her enough of an incentive to keep him in there for a while to save for later purposes. After the sudden events she and Skulie had gone through, she was bustling with ideas…