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When Mike decides to go hiking in a desert and loses his way, he finds some "help" from a macro, purple Digimon and his sweaty paws.
Special guest appearance by Mike (owned by
RipRoarRex) and 
Dragoneer.
Inspired largely by this:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1029614/
Despite how antisocial the anthrospaniel would seem, Mike would occasionally journey outside of his home or even Furtopia. Even he agreed that he needed some fresh air and some time away from his house and Rexar. He could spend a couple of hours or days away from his smelly orange soles to explore the world. The canine usually felt that something would go wrong if he ventured away from his home town, which was one reason why he didn’t leave. The other was most likely because of his social ineptness. There was that one time where Mike nearly ate Isle’s feet in a fit of bliss and uncontrollable hyper-ness. There was also the time where he licked JT’s paws clean while he was sleeping over at his house…which resulted in him getting an erection and having his podophilia exposed in a seemingly embarrassing situation. And of course, there were several occasions during the camping trip, one of which made him feel so discomfit he practically wet his pants in public. But today, he was away from all of that and was busy in the wilderness on his own, hiking. He was wearing his traditional green t-shirt and beige pants, not feeling hot at all even though he was in a desert setting. And yet, he already knew something bad was going to happen. Mostly because, he was lost. A while back, he got caught up in a sandstorm and when he looked at his map to figure out where he was, the paper was carried away in the draft. Now he was stuck in a desert full of dunes and odd rock structures that made him raise his eyebrow in confusion. But at least the desert wasn’t hot or freezing at the moment and there were no hostiles in the area. Maybe a few big insects, but nothing that could harm him besides scorpions. Now all he had to do was find something to shield himself from the night or guide his way back to Furtopia and he’d be fine. But at the rate he was going, it would be useless.
“As if my life wasn’t already screwed up already…” he groaned.
The anthrospaniel sighed heavily and sat down in the sand, trying to figure out what he should do to get back home. He leaned back a little and yelped when something pricked him in the back and his neck. He hopped into the air and started inhaling sharply while grabbing something sharp out of his shirt and fur.
“What the…?”
Mike looked forward to see a small green cactus, one which just lost a few quills when he leaned against it. He gritted his teeth and grabbed a few quills, yanking them out of his back and dropping them into the sand. Brushing against the cactus only made Mike feel more depressed and he was starting to lose hope of ever reaching civilian contact.
“There’s just gotta be something around here to help me get back to Furtopia.”
Suddenly, Mike heard deep growling in the distance before something very large exhaled in a gruff tone. Mike’s ears perked up a bit and he took a few steps forward to see what the noise was.
“What was that?”
Mike heard the same two noises again and walked up a sand dune to peer over the hill. He gasped with amazement at what he saw: a giant purple dinosaur looking digimon. To clarify, it was a Murasadramon named Dragoneer. He was wearing black and gold metal knee and arm casts and his shoulder casts had sharp spikes growing out of them. While the rest of his body was purple, his underbelly was white and he had a few bands of gold scales on his body. As a major twist, he was wearing clothing, a black loin cloth that covered up his nether regions. Like all Murasadramons, he had a gold arrow or symbol on his belly and forehead. Anyone who didn’t know what a Murasadramon looked like would think he was a relative of Growlmon or ExVeemon, judging by his large muscles and his body structure. Plus, he was at least 30 feet tall, making Mike feel like an ant. Dragoneer was currently sleeping on his stomach, breathing in and out very slowly while he rested his head on his arms like a pillow. The canine walked down the hill and slowly approached the digimon, walking up to his face.
“Oh my God…it’s an almighty Murasadramon! I haven’t seen a digimon like this in a while! I wonder what he’s doing down here?”
Mike got a little closer to the digimon just as he exhaled, feeling his warm breath brush across his face and flutter his clothes in the breeze. Mike lightly poked the creature on his muzzle, expecting him to wake up or at least open his eyes a little. Unfortunately, Dragoneer merely continued to snore and exhale.
“Hey uh, Murasadramon? You mind if you could uh…y’know, help me out here?”
Dragoneer snorted and jolted his head a little, mumbling something in his sleep.
“I got lost in the desert and I can’t find my map and I was wondering whether or not you could…give me a lift back into town? Hopefully without crushing my bones like bubble wrap? I’d be very…um, grateful.”
Dragoneer responded in the same fashion and simply snored even louder than before, unaware of what Mike was proposing. The canine sighed dejectedly and leaned next to Dragoneer’s torso. He was going to have to wait until he woke back up, which could be at midnight. And since the sun was going to set soon, he’d risk a major temperature drop.
“Now if only I could find something to keep me occupied, then I’d be in business.”
Mike flared his nostrils a few times and the sweaty fragrance of Swiss cheese entered his nose. The anthrospaniel murred softly and began to wander to the source of the odor, mesmerized by it. It didn’t even take him a split second to figure out what the fragrance was: feet. Mike walked over to the giant paws and stared at both of the soles, watching the toes slowly wiggle each time Neer exhaled. The feet were drenched with sweat and were soft to squeeze.
“Mmm…aromatic paws.”
Mike began to whistle casually and started to wiggle his fingers.
“Well…I can’t leave a good pair of paws unattended. And since I’m a licensed massager, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give them a little squeeze. Besides, if I massage long enough, maybe he’ll wake up.”
Mike extended his arms and grabbed Dragoneer’s left paw, caressing the sole with his fingers and squeezing them very softly like it were a pillow. The sole felt like a marshmallow wearing a leather jacket; it was literally that soft. He might as well be hugging a cloud. And they were very sweaty and moist too. Mike looked at his surroundings and noticed giant paw prints in the sand, indicating that he might’ve just finished an afternoon jog and was busy resting for tomorrow. It didn’t really matter though, because he liked the way the felt. And then there was the lingering cheesy fragrance that was sifting through Mike’s nostrils…the smell of Dragoneer’s odorous paws. It was a warm, steamy odor resembling something like provolone cheese baking in an oven mixed with socks that had been worn for six months. Mike loved this stale, musky odor and shoved his nose into the purple sole, sniffing so hard some of the sweat on his foot got up his nostril. He murred softly with his jaw hanging open and his breath exhaling on the sole. Mike let out his pink tongue and slowly brushed it up the sole, gathering all the sweat and paw odor in his taste buds. Mixed with all the sweat and due to the texture of the sole, it didn’t taste all that bad to Mike. It reminded him of s’mores, but instead of it being a graham cracker with marshmallows and chocolate in between, it was sock flavored purple cotton candy with cheese and marshmallows inside. Mike was tempted to bite down on the phenomenal sole, but he didn’t want to make Neer mad once he woke up and tempt him to vore Mike, so he continued to lick. Mike licked in a zigzag pattern up and down the sole until he arrived at the heel, where he murred so much he thought he was about to go off in his pants. Apparently the heel had a large concentration of the odor. It smelled so strong Mike wanted to cry with bliss. The heel wasn’t as soft as the sole, but it still smelled a lot stronger than the rest of the foot and it tasted like freshly made cold cheese. Mike opened his mouth and started licking and kissing the sole like crazy, gathering up a good portion of the paw sweat and tanginess.
Dragoneer giggled in his sleep and began to jolt around a little; Mike was tickling him. Immediately after lapping up the sweat on the heel, Mike went over to his toes. It smelled nothing like cheese at all and was more reminiscent of musk and sweat. The taste of them was a lot stronger too. It was like licking someone’s armpit at the gym. Mike, like always, did not mind the stench of the toes or the fact they smelled like B.O., so he licked all of the toes with glee relentlessly. Dragoneer was busy chuckling in his sleep and almost began to laugh out loud, but he suddenly stopped once the licking ceased. Mike was in the middle of licking the toes once he looked over and realized he had another whole foot all for himself he still hadn’t touched yet. He opened up his mouth and began to suck on one of the giant toes, making sure he didn’t bite down to disturb Neer. Mike finished sucking on the big toes and stopped to savor the flavor in his mouth. When he was finished with that, he walked over to the other giant foot and began to squeeze and massage that one as well. This foot was just as soft, if not softer than the other one, was just as purple, and was just as leathery. To his surprise, this paw didn’t smell as “bad” as the other one did. Granted it still reeked of sweat and was dripping with fluids due to the jog, but other than that, the smell was tame. Nevertheless, Mike still loved to touch the paw and smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his face into the sole. It was warm and comfortable and he felt like lying on the paw and sleeping on it like a mattress. He also had a few devious thought cross into his mind, like how well he gives furries footjobs. If only Mike were taller or if Neer was shorter, then maybe this could happen without the risk of him being crushed to death. He also began to wonder what would happen if Rexar got in on the action and they both smothered him with their paws. It’d be like eternal harmony for the spaniel.
Mike traveled down the foot, licking the sole until he arrived to the toes. Like the other foot, it smelled more like sweat and musk and less like cheese. Mike began to squeeze the toes and growl playfully before he opened up his maw and bit down on them. He started to gnaw on them and suck them like they were popsicles, unable to tear through the material. He wasn’t hurting Dragoneer, but he began to lose control of himself once again and became obsessed with having the paws. Neer growled and giggled in his sleep again before he grunted and opened one of his eyes. Mike accidentally opened up his maw and bit down on a toe like it was a sandwich. Neer opened his other eye and started to stretch his arms and move around, making Mike raised an eyebrow.
“What the…”
Mike took a few steps back and watched as the giant Murasadramon got to his knees, shortly before yawning and standing on his feet. The digimon looked down at his paws and noticed they were drenched with slobber.
“What the hell?!” he said in a booming, yet somewhat casual voice.
Neer turned around once he heard a loud squeal and saw Mike standing behind him, shaking.
“I-I’m sorry! I just got lost and-and I smelled your paws and…and—”
“You thought you could have a little tonguegasm on my feet?”
Mike shielded his body and yelped. “Yeah.” he whimpered.
Dragoneer looked down at Mike before smiling and laughing deviously. He lifted his left leg and moved his paw so it was right above the anthrospaniel. Mike opened his eyes and was surprised to see Neer hovering right over him.
“You want some of this?”
Mike gasped loudly with a wide smile on his face and started panting with his tongue hanging out.
“I DO!!!” he shouted.
Mike panted a couple more times before shouting out,
“GIMME, GIMME, GIMME!!”
Dragoneer chuckled and gave Mike what he wanted. He lowered his paw and stomped on Mike, pinning him in the sand and having him rest underneath his sweaty sole. Mike was lying on his stomach now with a wide grin on his face and sweat dripping down on his back, moistening his shirt and pants. Neer giggled to himself a couple of times before he shouted out, “That tickles!” Mike opened his mouth and started to talk to Neer.
“Hey Murasadramon!”
Dragoneer raised his paw and Mike came along with it, stuck to the sole like a chewed up wad of gum.
“Yeah?”
“You think you could give me a lift to Furtopia? I kinda got lost in this desert and don’t know my way back.”
“Sure. Just as long as you promise not to bite my toe again.”
“And what if I do?”
“Then you’ll find out what my bowels look like from the inside.”
Mike yelped and quickly shut his mouth. Dragoneer started to grab Mike by his pants and was about to take him off his foot.
“WAIT A SECOND!!”
“What?”
“Can’t-can’t I just stay here? It’s warm and cozy under your paw.”
Dragoneer shrugged. “Eh. If I step on a cactus or stomp on the ground too hard and crush your bones, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Dragoneer stepped down and Mike grunted once he was smothered in sand and pinned under the sole. Suddenly, he quickly rose into the air and moved forward several feet before he came crashing down into the sand again with a loud booming crash. Neer was walking to Furtopia step by step with a dog stuck under his left sole. And yet, despite the situation both of them were in, they had to admit:
They were both having a good time.
Special guest appearance by Mike (owned by
RipRoarRex) and 
Dragoneer.Inspired largely by this:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1029614/
Despite how antisocial the anthrospaniel would seem, Mike would occasionally journey outside of his home or even Furtopia. Even he agreed that he needed some fresh air and some time away from his house and Rexar. He could spend a couple of hours or days away from his smelly orange soles to explore the world. The canine usually felt that something would go wrong if he ventured away from his home town, which was one reason why he didn’t leave. The other was most likely because of his social ineptness. There was that one time where Mike nearly ate Isle’s feet in a fit of bliss and uncontrollable hyper-ness. There was also the time where he licked JT’s paws clean while he was sleeping over at his house…which resulted in him getting an erection and having his podophilia exposed in a seemingly embarrassing situation. And of course, there were several occasions during the camping trip, one of which made him feel so discomfit he practically wet his pants in public. But today, he was away from all of that and was busy in the wilderness on his own, hiking. He was wearing his traditional green t-shirt and beige pants, not feeling hot at all even though he was in a desert setting. And yet, he already knew something bad was going to happen. Mostly because, he was lost. A while back, he got caught up in a sandstorm and when he looked at his map to figure out where he was, the paper was carried away in the draft. Now he was stuck in a desert full of dunes and odd rock structures that made him raise his eyebrow in confusion. But at least the desert wasn’t hot or freezing at the moment and there were no hostiles in the area. Maybe a few big insects, but nothing that could harm him besides scorpions. Now all he had to do was find something to shield himself from the night or guide his way back to Furtopia and he’d be fine. But at the rate he was going, it would be useless.
“As if my life wasn’t already screwed up already…” he groaned.
The anthrospaniel sighed heavily and sat down in the sand, trying to figure out what he should do to get back home. He leaned back a little and yelped when something pricked him in the back and his neck. He hopped into the air and started inhaling sharply while grabbing something sharp out of his shirt and fur.
“What the…?”
Mike looked forward to see a small green cactus, one which just lost a few quills when he leaned against it. He gritted his teeth and grabbed a few quills, yanking them out of his back and dropping them into the sand. Brushing against the cactus only made Mike feel more depressed and he was starting to lose hope of ever reaching civilian contact.
“There’s just gotta be something around here to help me get back to Furtopia.”
Suddenly, Mike heard deep growling in the distance before something very large exhaled in a gruff tone. Mike’s ears perked up a bit and he took a few steps forward to see what the noise was.
“What was that?”
Mike heard the same two noises again and walked up a sand dune to peer over the hill. He gasped with amazement at what he saw: a giant purple dinosaur looking digimon. To clarify, it was a Murasadramon named Dragoneer. He was wearing black and gold metal knee and arm casts and his shoulder casts had sharp spikes growing out of them. While the rest of his body was purple, his underbelly was white and he had a few bands of gold scales on his body. As a major twist, he was wearing clothing, a black loin cloth that covered up his nether regions. Like all Murasadramons, he had a gold arrow or symbol on his belly and forehead. Anyone who didn’t know what a Murasadramon looked like would think he was a relative of Growlmon or ExVeemon, judging by his large muscles and his body structure. Plus, he was at least 30 feet tall, making Mike feel like an ant. Dragoneer was currently sleeping on his stomach, breathing in and out very slowly while he rested his head on his arms like a pillow. The canine walked down the hill and slowly approached the digimon, walking up to his face.
“Oh my God…it’s an almighty Murasadramon! I haven’t seen a digimon like this in a while! I wonder what he’s doing down here?”
Mike got a little closer to the digimon just as he exhaled, feeling his warm breath brush across his face and flutter his clothes in the breeze. Mike lightly poked the creature on his muzzle, expecting him to wake up or at least open his eyes a little. Unfortunately, Dragoneer merely continued to snore and exhale.
“Hey uh, Murasadramon? You mind if you could uh…y’know, help me out here?”
Dragoneer snorted and jolted his head a little, mumbling something in his sleep.
“I got lost in the desert and I can’t find my map and I was wondering whether or not you could…give me a lift back into town? Hopefully without crushing my bones like bubble wrap? I’d be very…um, grateful.”
Dragoneer responded in the same fashion and simply snored even louder than before, unaware of what Mike was proposing. The canine sighed dejectedly and leaned next to Dragoneer’s torso. He was going to have to wait until he woke back up, which could be at midnight. And since the sun was going to set soon, he’d risk a major temperature drop.
“Now if only I could find something to keep me occupied, then I’d be in business.”
Mike flared his nostrils a few times and the sweaty fragrance of Swiss cheese entered his nose. The anthrospaniel murred softly and began to wander to the source of the odor, mesmerized by it. It didn’t even take him a split second to figure out what the fragrance was: feet. Mike walked over to the giant paws and stared at both of the soles, watching the toes slowly wiggle each time Neer exhaled. The feet were drenched with sweat and were soft to squeeze.
“Mmm…aromatic paws.”
Mike began to whistle casually and started to wiggle his fingers.
“Well…I can’t leave a good pair of paws unattended. And since I’m a licensed massager, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give them a little squeeze. Besides, if I massage long enough, maybe he’ll wake up.”
Mike extended his arms and grabbed Dragoneer’s left paw, caressing the sole with his fingers and squeezing them very softly like it were a pillow. The sole felt like a marshmallow wearing a leather jacket; it was literally that soft. He might as well be hugging a cloud. And they were very sweaty and moist too. Mike looked at his surroundings and noticed giant paw prints in the sand, indicating that he might’ve just finished an afternoon jog and was busy resting for tomorrow. It didn’t really matter though, because he liked the way the felt. And then there was the lingering cheesy fragrance that was sifting through Mike’s nostrils…the smell of Dragoneer’s odorous paws. It was a warm, steamy odor resembling something like provolone cheese baking in an oven mixed with socks that had been worn for six months. Mike loved this stale, musky odor and shoved his nose into the purple sole, sniffing so hard some of the sweat on his foot got up his nostril. He murred softly with his jaw hanging open and his breath exhaling on the sole. Mike let out his pink tongue and slowly brushed it up the sole, gathering all the sweat and paw odor in his taste buds. Mixed with all the sweat and due to the texture of the sole, it didn’t taste all that bad to Mike. It reminded him of s’mores, but instead of it being a graham cracker with marshmallows and chocolate in between, it was sock flavored purple cotton candy with cheese and marshmallows inside. Mike was tempted to bite down on the phenomenal sole, but he didn’t want to make Neer mad once he woke up and tempt him to vore Mike, so he continued to lick. Mike licked in a zigzag pattern up and down the sole until he arrived at the heel, where he murred so much he thought he was about to go off in his pants. Apparently the heel had a large concentration of the odor. It smelled so strong Mike wanted to cry with bliss. The heel wasn’t as soft as the sole, but it still smelled a lot stronger than the rest of the foot and it tasted like freshly made cold cheese. Mike opened his mouth and started licking and kissing the sole like crazy, gathering up a good portion of the paw sweat and tanginess.
Dragoneer giggled in his sleep and began to jolt around a little; Mike was tickling him. Immediately after lapping up the sweat on the heel, Mike went over to his toes. It smelled nothing like cheese at all and was more reminiscent of musk and sweat. The taste of them was a lot stronger too. It was like licking someone’s armpit at the gym. Mike, like always, did not mind the stench of the toes or the fact they smelled like B.O., so he licked all of the toes with glee relentlessly. Dragoneer was busy chuckling in his sleep and almost began to laugh out loud, but he suddenly stopped once the licking ceased. Mike was in the middle of licking the toes once he looked over and realized he had another whole foot all for himself he still hadn’t touched yet. He opened up his mouth and began to suck on one of the giant toes, making sure he didn’t bite down to disturb Neer. Mike finished sucking on the big toes and stopped to savor the flavor in his mouth. When he was finished with that, he walked over to the other giant foot and began to squeeze and massage that one as well. This foot was just as soft, if not softer than the other one, was just as purple, and was just as leathery. To his surprise, this paw didn’t smell as “bad” as the other one did. Granted it still reeked of sweat and was dripping with fluids due to the jog, but other than that, the smell was tame. Nevertheless, Mike still loved to touch the paw and smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his face into the sole. It was warm and comfortable and he felt like lying on the paw and sleeping on it like a mattress. He also had a few devious thought cross into his mind, like how well he gives furries footjobs. If only Mike were taller or if Neer was shorter, then maybe this could happen without the risk of him being crushed to death. He also began to wonder what would happen if Rexar got in on the action and they both smothered him with their paws. It’d be like eternal harmony for the spaniel.
Mike traveled down the foot, licking the sole until he arrived to the toes. Like the other foot, it smelled more like sweat and musk and less like cheese. Mike began to squeeze the toes and growl playfully before he opened up his maw and bit down on them. He started to gnaw on them and suck them like they were popsicles, unable to tear through the material. He wasn’t hurting Dragoneer, but he began to lose control of himself once again and became obsessed with having the paws. Neer growled and giggled in his sleep again before he grunted and opened one of his eyes. Mike accidentally opened up his maw and bit down on a toe like it was a sandwich. Neer opened his other eye and started to stretch his arms and move around, making Mike raised an eyebrow.
“What the…”
Mike took a few steps back and watched as the giant Murasadramon got to his knees, shortly before yawning and standing on his feet. The digimon looked down at his paws and noticed they were drenched with slobber.
“What the hell?!” he said in a booming, yet somewhat casual voice.
Neer turned around once he heard a loud squeal and saw Mike standing behind him, shaking.
“I-I’m sorry! I just got lost and-and I smelled your paws and…and—”
“You thought you could have a little tonguegasm on my feet?”
Mike shielded his body and yelped. “Yeah.” he whimpered.
Dragoneer looked down at Mike before smiling and laughing deviously. He lifted his left leg and moved his paw so it was right above the anthrospaniel. Mike opened his eyes and was surprised to see Neer hovering right over him.
“You want some of this?”
Mike gasped loudly with a wide smile on his face and started panting with his tongue hanging out.
“I DO!!!” he shouted.
Mike panted a couple more times before shouting out,
“GIMME, GIMME, GIMME!!”
Dragoneer chuckled and gave Mike what he wanted. He lowered his paw and stomped on Mike, pinning him in the sand and having him rest underneath his sweaty sole. Mike was lying on his stomach now with a wide grin on his face and sweat dripping down on his back, moistening his shirt and pants. Neer giggled to himself a couple of times before he shouted out, “That tickles!” Mike opened his mouth and started to talk to Neer.
“Hey Murasadramon!”
Dragoneer raised his paw and Mike came along with it, stuck to the sole like a chewed up wad of gum.
“Yeah?”
“You think you could give me a lift to Furtopia? I kinda got lost in this desert and don’t know my way back.”
“Sure. Just as long as you promise not to bite my toe again.”
“And what if I do?”
“Then you’ll find out what my bowels look like from the inside.”
Mike yelped and quickly shut his mouth. Dragoneer started to grab Mike by his pants and was about to take him off his foot.
“WAIT A SECOND!!”
“What?”
“Can’t-can’t I just stay here? It’s warm and cozy under your paw.”
Dragoneer shrugged. “Eh. If I step on a cactus or stomp on the ground too hard and crush your bones, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Dragoneer stepped down and Mike grunted once he was smothered in sand and pinned under the sole. Suddenly, he quickly rose into the air and moved forward several feet before he came crashing down into the sand again with a loud booming crash. Neer was walking to Furtopia step by step with a dog stuck under his left sole. And yet, despite the situation both of them were in, they had to admit:
They were both having a good time.
Category Story / Macro / Micro
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Just realised I read this ages ago and never commented on it!
Anyway, fun story again, tcyk98. Mike comes across as such an adorable pawslut! I see you sourced directly from the image at one stage too, which was interesting to see.
Thanks for sharing, and apologies again for the slow reply.
Anyway, fun story again, tcyk98. Mike comes across as such an adorable pawslut! I see you sourced directly from the image at one stage too, which was interesting to see.
Thanks for sharing, and apologies again for the slow reply.
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