Well, this is a story i written for my little bud,

it was support to be his birthday gift but life got in the way, ya.....

anyway, hope you guys enjoy ^^

Written by me and ending editted by


Bastion’s Day

“Fuck damn it, he didn’t even left a crumb for me,” Bastion, the little brown micro wolf grumbles as he continues to rustle through the cabinets of the kitchen cupboard; looking for anything he can eat. Even with the help of the small hole, serving as his doorway from cabinet to cabinet, he still can’t find even a speck of anything edible in them. Feeling frustrated and hungrier after each disappointing empty cabinet, Bastion eventually gave up and climb down the makeshift ladder made out of knitting thread to the countertop, continuing this again to the kitchen’s floor.

“And today of all days,” He grumbles again. To be honest, he’s actually fine to be treated like this as he is more of a pet than a roommate in this household. It’s a common thing in this society as most micro and macro relations are like that. But today was different as is his birthday but does his so call roommate cares, nope.

As Bastion continue on pacing in his hangry mood to the living room, his mind ponder on tonight’s rough play. It’s been a regular routine for him and his roommate. Each day after work, his roommate would indulge in some pleasure by using him, usually just some rough paw treatment but he keeps hinting that he will do something much rougher as of late, Bastion hoping it wouldn’t be today. But, Bastion will find out soon though as he wasn’t even half way to the brick red couch before he heard some booming steps and clanking gears outside, and how much he’s willing to bet that is his giant roommate.

As the door opened, Bastion’s guess was right as the gigantic white door slowly starts to creak open and entered a his roommate, Tiny with a box in his hands. Bastion stared at the decorative cardboard box and wondered for a good moment what was in that box but most of his guesses were unpleasant. His thought, however was disrupted by the increasingly earth shaking vibration of the floor and the continuously increasing booming steps Tiny made as he continue on walking towards Bastion. Most micros would runs for the hills at the sight of an enclosing macro but not Bastion, as he knew he need not worry. Even with his big size and relentless rough play, he roommate can be quite gentle and wary of micros, especially the one living with him. Everytime before entering his apartment, Tiny always looks down onto the floor to scan for his small settler. Soon enough, Tiny spotted the brown wolf and immediately smiled at him, though, that smile sent shivers down Bastion’s spine as he couldn’t tell if it was kind smile or malicious type.

“Hey there, squirt,” Tiny greeted with his usual grin, followed by a ‘nudge’ with his toe, causing Bastion to stumble back abit.

“I could use without the rough greeting, you know,” Bastion says while trying to push away the toe.

“Hehe, you know you like it~” Tiny teased and giving Bastion’s headfur a rustle with the same toe before moving to the kitchen to his left. Bastion unrustle his headfur before following Tiny.

“So, what’s in the box?” Bastion curiously asked with slightly perk ears.

“A surprise~” Tiny gleamed with a teasing tone, followed by a snicker.

“What surprise?” Bastion asked again with more curiosity and a hint of excitement; hoping that the surprise was for him. But, he never got an answer….not yet at least, cause as soon as the larger white wolf sat down the box onto the countertop of the kitchen, he looks down at the smaller brown wolf with his usual playful grin, which, in an instance causes Bastion to pause in his track and shivers began to creep up his spine. His instinct immediately yells at him to run away but it was too late as Tiny had already crouched down with his hand out to pick up the micro on his black and white checkered board kitchen floor. Though, Bastion still tried in an attempt to run away from the enclosing white hand paw but he wasn’t even few steps away from his current position before the drawing hand claps around him, leaving only his fluffy brown tail poking out from the tiny space inbetween the pinky and ring finger.

Once captured, Bastion didn’t even bother to struggle as it’s pointless to, seeing that he has been picked up like this countless times before by his roommate and sometimes his house guest. With the miniature wolf in his grasp, Tiny begins to walk towards the living room area, where he’s gonna have some ‘fun’ with his little buddy like he always does everyday after work. It wasn’t long before he reached the brown sofa in his cream-colored walls and hard wood floors living room. With a –THOOMP- Tiny crashed down on the sofa while being mindful of his little passenger.
Tiny opened up his paw that is holding his helper; giving him the chance to settle himself onto the center of his palm. With a sigh, Bastion looks up at the grinning wolf, knowing full well what’s gonna happen.

“So, what is it going to be this time?” Bastion asked. Tiny didn’t answer though; he merely grins at the small wolf on his palm, All this silence however only made Bastion made felt more uneasiness; frustration started to rise with every passing moment. In his mind right now, he wished that he was big as his roommate so he can deliver him a well deserve knuckle sandwich to that smug grin of his. It was clearly shown as well; with the crooked eye brows, slowly visible fangs and fur that’s just beginning to stand up. All of it stopped though when Tiny finally gave him a response, in a form of a small snicker.

“Hehe, well, first off, I’m gonna give this white belly the tickle of a lifetime,” Tiny answered before pushing down Bastion; exposing his little white-furred belly and tickling it endlessly. As the onslaught of tickles continue, Bastion try his best to stop it but he could do little but frantically struggle and yelling “STOP!” Bastion struggle until eventually giving in and laughed breathlessly to his torment. Just when he was on the brink of passing out, it finally stopped, leaving the little brown wolf weaken and breathless. Tiny merely grins at the tired out wolf.

“Well, looks like you’re ready for the next part of our ‘fun’ time~” Tiny said with a snickering tone in his voice.

With the small wolf all tired out, Tiny gently placed the tired him on the other side of the red sofa, where his paws were. Before he even knew it, Bastion is now directly facing Tiny’s paws with all of its day old sweaty aroma. Soon enough, Bastion started to recover from his dizziness but the smell of dirty paws still lingers in his nose as he did. When he’s finally up, he rubs his spinning head and slowly opened his eyes but only to find the source of the smell. White paws with black pads surround Bastion on both sides; enveloping him in their contagious sweaty stench.

“Like the view?” Tiny asked, in sitting position, looking down at the micro in between his paws. Bastion was speechless as he’s too mesmerized by the gigantic paws, accompany by an odor so strong that it could knock any micro out. Luckily for Bastion, he doesn’t mind the this site as he kinda has a thing for paws and how it felt for one to rub against him and his entire frame though, he could do without the strong stench. It’s a good thing Tiny doesn’t know about this little fetish of his, who knows what he will do if he did. A good guess would be that he would be used as an insole for the whole day. Not that he mind but he rather not spend his day being smear by a paw.

“Speechless, huh? Hehe, well, think I’m ready for us to start~” Those words instantly shocked Bastion from his internal debate.

“WAI--” Bastion tried to protest but before he could even finish his sentence, the paws quickly closed on him; trapping poor little Bastion in between. Bastion squirmed and wiggled with all his might but the results were harmonic murrs from his roommate.

“Mmmm, keep it up, bud. You’re doing a terrific job down there~” Tiny said with a giggle.

“MMMMMRF!” Was the only sounds that Bastion could make. The paws were shut close tight around him, completely shutting all his movement but squirms and wiggles. His nose was buried deep into the digit pad of the right paw. Nothing but the stench of day old sweaty pad entered Bastion’s nose as he tries to breath. As Bastion continues to breathe in nothing but paw stench, it starts to mess with his mind; making him do things against his better judgement. Feeling intimated and barely able to control himself anymore, Bastion’s mind made him gave the soft yet slightly rough pad a slurping lick.

“Oh, someone beginning to enjoy himself,” Tiny exclaimed with a chuckle as he felt the wet tongue on his toe. Bastion just remains silent as he continues to slurp those pads. He slurps the pads on and on, covering every inch of the toe with his saliva until Tiny was satisfied with his work and move on.

“Think it’s time for the next part of our program~” Tiny begins to rub the micro between his paws, slowly picking up speed as it goes on. Having the giant white and black paws rubbing on both of Bastion’s side is truly effecting him, both mentally and physically. The pressure, the heat, the overly strong smell, all those combine only made Bastion that much more lost.

“How're ya holding up doing down there, bud?” Tiny asked even though he knew full well that Bastion can’t answer. Instead, Bastion could only muffle and licked the pads whenever the grinding slows down. Even though he kind enjoyed it, it felt like an eternity since the grind started and Bastion keeps on wondering when it will stop, until, eventually it did. When the motion finally stopped, Tiny slowly started opened up his paws and reveal the soaked micro between them.

“Looks like you had fun,” Tiny stated while snickering. Bastion, on the other hand, was completely worn out; panting heavy and taking in the fresh air he craved so much. He’s just glad it’s finally over.

“And guess what, it’s not over just yet~” Tiny exclaim as he reached down to pick up something from the floor. Bastion turned his head tiredly to see what was Tiny reaching for, and he finally saw what it was it immediately put him into shock. It was a dirty sock. Bastion knew where this was heading and tried to get up and run but he found the hard way that he can’t. His body was too worn to even move a muscle, he just lay there limped; watching hopelessly as the giant white paw move closer towards him. He wanted to say something to object this but by the time he could even mutter a word, the paw has already picked him up and drop him into the yellowish sock. Bastion went tumbling down into the sock, all to the end; where the toe would reside.

“What the fuck?! It stinks like hell in here!” Bastion said after he finally caught his breath.

“It’s a used sock, bud. Of course, he will stink,” Tiny stated as he stretches the opening wider and slowly insert his right foot in.

“And now, there’s gonna be less room in there too~”

“Wait! I’m not re--” Bastion tried to yell but he got silenced by a paw…..again.

Nothing could describe the experience Bastion is going through as his head is positioned right in between toes; basically, Bastion is sniffing nothing but toe crotch now. The feeling of soft paw on his front and strong odor of the sock, those 2 combined is both torture and pleasure for the young micro. The longer Bastion start in his tight prison, the more the paw starts to force him to give in to it, until finally Bastion can’t take it anymore. So, he entered a frenzy; a licking frenzy. Bastion started to lick intensely on the sensitive skin of the toe crotch, which Tiny really love that he did, made obvious by all the ‘mmm’ and ‘aaaa’ he made.

As Bastion continues on with frenzy, Tiny can’t help but shudder and wiggles his toe, brushing down against the Bastion’s head. For Bastion, however, all this licking was surely heaven for him; a salty, sweaty heaven as each lick cover his tongue with the savory taste of toe crotch.

“Mmmm~ gonna love those licks of yours, bud” Tiny chimed before pulling on the cuff of the sock, bringing Bastion’s head that much deeper between the black and white toes. Bastion could do little as his movement is sealed by the wet soiled fabric on his back and the giant danking paw on his front. Nonetheless, Bastion just continues on with his licking but he wouldn’t be licking for much longer.

In just one moment, the world around Bastion shifted; his prison went dark and horizontal. The odor suddenly started to become stronger and the pressure on his back and front gets heavier. As the world around Bastion was completely engulfed by darkness and being greatly pressed onto the wet stinky ground below him, Bastion tries to figure out what’s happening but could not….that is until Tiny spoke up.

“Hope you don’t mind if we go out for a short run, bud. Need to do some cardio once a while, you know?” Tiny explain as he had just put on his white running shoes with black and green stripes. Bastion struggled violently when he heard that; being buried deep in paw flesh is one thing but constantly being stepped on, he might not survive.

With his paws tucked tight in his shoes and the little furry insole positioned perfectly, Tiny heads out from his apartment and into the evening light to do a few laps around the block. Bastion sure noticed he did began his run as the full force of the hefty paw crashed down on him, repeatedly, each time taking the air out of him. It’s a good that Bastion could breathe easily with his head poking out between toes but bad that his air supply was humid, odorous, salty and dank, but it has to suffice, what other choices he had anyway. As this continues, Bastion whimpers and yells in between steps while wondering why he hasn’t broken yet. Any other micro would be nothing but paste by now but for some reason, Bastion was still alive and whole, or at least he thinks he is. It’s both a miracle and a curse that he is still alive but mostly a curse as if his body doesn’t break, his mind will soon.

After for god knows how long, Tiny’s steps were beginning to slow down. With high hopes, Bastion begs this was a sign from the heavens that his jog was over, and it was. Suffering just a few more light pressure, it wasn’t long before Tiny reached back home, flop onto the couch and finally took off his damn shoes.

“Phew, I seriously need to exercise more; I’m really out of shape,” Tiny said with his socked paws on the coffee table. A little squirming bulge can be seen from the right paw, which made Tiny chuckles.

“Hehe, right, you still in there, bud. Here, let me help,” With the help of the coffee table, Tiny slide the sock off with the help of the edge and brought his legs towards him, and the micro stuck on the right paw.

As soon as Bastion was able to speak, the first thing he said….or shouted was: “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! I could have died!”

“Hehe, sorry for being slightly rougher than usual but you know you actually DO like it. Your down under is clearly showing it.” Tiny stated while shooting a look at the erection in Bastion’s pants.

“Asshole,” Bastion said with a blushing face while trying to cover up his hard on.

Tiny merely chuckles more before saying “Well, we both better get clean first before celebrating your birthday,”

“Ya, we should. I feel rea—WAIT! You actually remember my birthday?!”

“Hehe, of course, bud. I would never forget my little buddy’s birthday~”

“Then, what’s with all that rou- roughER paw treatment?”

“Hehe, that was just me showing you a good time,”

“You call nearly killing me a good time?!” Bastion growled with a glare.

“Hey, what’s life without the excitement of danger,” Tiny stated before picking up the micro on his paw and bringing him up to nuzzle him on his white belly, which manage to calm down Bastion.

“One of these days, dammit” Bastion said with a tiny smile and a roll of his eyes. “Chrissakes”

“Anyway, better get clean, wouldn’t want you cake to smell like paws, would we?” Tiny stated before he stood up with Bastion on his palm and walked to the bathroom.

“You bought me a cake, huh? Awww~” Bastion chimed as he wags and hugs one of the fingers on Tiny’s paw. “Guess you’re not a TOTAL asshole afterall”

“Well, ya, what’s a birthday without a cake, and it’s your favorite, carrot cake. Though, don’t think it will taste as great if it smells like day old sock”

“Hey, it’s your fault your paws smell,” Bastion half-shouted. Tiny merely gave him a nudge and a giggle as a respond before entering the bathroom to wash up.

It wasn’t long for the two to finish cleaning up after that little session of theirs and headed to the kitchen for Tiny to bring out Bastion’s cake. Apparently, Bastion’s guess was correct as the box Tiny brought home was in fact for him as it contains his cake that was made from his favorite bakery, Tiny’s. As Tiny lit up a single candle on the cake and holding the little birthday boy on his open paw, he sang the birthday song for his little friend. When he finished, Bastion made his wish and blow out the candle, followed by him diving straight into the cake. Tiny merely giggles at the sight of the little brown wolf burrowing into a cake that’s about 5 times his weight.

“So, what’d you wished for?” Tiny asked as he continues to watch Bastion eating his cake.

“Secret~” Bastion reply with a mouthful of cake.

“Secret huh? Well, I’m gonna get that secret sooner or later~” Tiny teased while giving his friend a head rub with his finger.

Bastion just ignores the tease as he’s too focus on his cake. Plus, his wish already came true: ‘To always be great friends with his roommate.’