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Morgan, ever the erstwhile cookie monster, is always eager to claim every treat and every sweet for herself. The raccoon's ravenous sweet tooth, whether she wills it or no, has earned her a veritable rogue's gallery of sugar starved foes who curse and bemoan her inability to share! One such Rogue, Paige be his name, decides to take matters into his own hands and reclaim some granulated goodness!
Well he tries to anyway.
mr-rowboat is an all around amazing artist, and generally a very cool cat, and I decided to scribble up a silly story for this utterly enrapturing commission he annihilated me with! Give his original posting a peek here while you're at it and bury him with compliments too!
NEXT
“The nerve of that ringtail!” Paige fumed. “Just who does she think she is?”
Arms crossed about his chest, padded fingers thrumming along his elbow, the frumpy and cream furred feline glowered at the sleepy inn towering before him. Nestled among a thicket of trees, countless flowering branches gently caressing its sloped roof, candles flickered to life one by one within its many windows as the sun retreated beyond the horizon. Somewhere inside, tucked away comfy cozy and without a care, lay his quarry.
Tugging up his bandana, his feline snout brushing against the soft and supple cloth, Paige advanced. No crunching of gravel. No creaking of planks. Even as he traversed a quaint wooden bridge, its gentle arch spanning the creek just before the inn, the Rogue made nary a sound.
Hummmmmm. Pinching at his chin, his loose fitting cloak hanging heavily upon his lithe frame, Paige's emerald eyes swiveled back and forth about their sockets. First and foremost he needed to identify what floor, what room, his target resided in! He could scout, and scheme, all he pleased but it ultimately amounted to naught if knew not where to make his move.
CRKKKKKK
With a wail the double doors to the inn found themselves flung open. Her eyes half-lidded, a particularly stout and cute Kobold smacked her lips while she lazily bumbled up towards the twin torches flanking the entrance.
FWOOSH
Lips pursed, the Kobold set one then the other alight with a fiery puff. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she could never hope to notice that a pair of shadows, her own and that of a lanky feline, had followed her back inside.
CLICK
Locking the double doors shut behind her the Kobold Innkeeper stifled a petite and sleepy yawn. Shrouded in darkness, his flickering form wordlessly shadowing her every movement, Paige teared up while he valiantly held in his own contagious yawn. Jaw clamped shut, and cheeks puffed out, he wordlessly motioned for her to get a move on as she tromped up the stairs at a leisurely pace. Step by step the Rogue was forced to watch and wait while she huffed and puffed at every sconce she passed.
Fists clenched, Paige violently trembled at her every additional yawn. When she finally, thankfully, disappeared from sight he let slip a jaw splitting exhale of his own. “Whewwwwwww!” Slouching forward, the Rogue dragged his forearm across his fluffy brow in sweet relief.
“Now then...” he mumbled to himself. Straightening his posture, Paige cautiously circled round the front desk. With a light touch he rummaged through the many drawers. Biting down on his lower lip he resisted the urge to pocket and purloin the secret safe keys, stray sacks of coin, and gawdy jewelry that tempted him so. No no no! Focus! That wasn't what he was here for!
Brows arched, Paige quietly snickered when he found what he was looking for. Ledger in hand the Rogue triumphantly held it overhead while he hum hum hum hummmmmmmed. Clearing his throat, tail bashfully flicking behind him, Paige gently set it down upon the desk before him.
“Now where are you hiding...” he grumpily mrowled to himself. Reaching into a pocket, Paige unfolded a tightly crumpled piece of paper. Smoothing out the creases he planted it down alongside the ledger as he flipped through its pages. In the low light of the sconces the rougish feline painstakingly compared the handwriting on each and every entry with the chickenscratch scrawled onto the tossed aside and forgotten scrap of paper.
That detestable thief of thieves had checked themselves into this very inn... Paige knew that much. Their name and face escaped him but he could, he would, find them and soon!
Hunched over the front desk, the crackle of kindling and the flapping of paper the only sounds to be heard as twilight drew near, Paige methodically plodded along. Breathing steadied, and eyes straining, he checked and double checked and triple checked today's entries. Until...
“Aha!” Paige gasped. Lips peeled back into a wicked grin, the Rogue narrowed his gaze when he finally found his match. “Morgan be your name, huh? Right fool you were to think you could be pull one over on me!” Pap pap papping a padded finger against her immaculate handwriting Paige promised, nay swore, that he would get her back and how!
With her name, and more importantly, her room number in hand... Paige proceeded apace. Returning the ledger from whence he found it the fiendish feline skulked past the stairs. Shadows catching beneath his footfalls, smothering every step, he silently stalked the halls as the last rays of the setting sun retreated from sight.
Standing before Morgan's room, hands stuffed into his pockets, Paige leaned in close. Ear pressed firmly against the slab of wood he closed his eyes and focused.
…
…
...
Splashing. The faint, yet persistent, gurgle and splish splash of water registered in the Rogue's ears. “What luck!” he quietly cackled. She must have been tidying herself up for the night. Morgan would never see him coming!
Swishing his hand about his wrist, Paige produced a lockpick from his long sleeves with a flourish. In an instant he had popped the lock and invited himself inside.
TATUNK
Tugging down his bandana, Paige hurriedly scanned the quaint if not compact room. A White Mage robe, along with a pair of ruby red fingerless gloves, lay neatly folded on her bed. Open toed boots, scuffed and well worn, sat by the door along with a satchel. Nostrils flared, the Rogue impatiently strayed further inside.
Candlelight, warm and bright, filtered out from beneath the washroom door Paige wandered past. As did a warm and cloying mist. “Surely, SURELY, she didn't...”
GASP
Eyes gone wide, his feline pupils dilated into saucers, Paige couldn't believe his luck. There, out in the open, for all the world to see on the nightstand beside the bed, lay her ill-gotten gains!
SHING SPARKLE SPARKLE
A trio of cookies, their brownie like base adorned with white chocolate chips, sat unguarded.
ROMF
Sampling one, then another, and another, Paige greedily gobbled what was rightfully his! “Honestly!” the feline mumbled between mouthfuls. “Who does that!? Who buys out the whole stock of Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies? Seriously?!” Yes, he understood the appeal! Anything, everything, from the Bismarck Bakery, home to the best and the brightest Culinarians in all the land, was simply to die for! Yet even he, a tried and true thief, had restraint enough to share!
Tears beading along his eyes Paige clasped at his heart in sweet relief. The pain, the sorrow, he had felt when he sidled into the Bismarck after a long day of pickpocketing only to hear a dastardly and inconsiderate raccoon had made off with every last one of his guilty pleasures! Why... why on the very spot he yoinked the Bismarck's receipts so that he might suss out this bakery bandit!
“Ringtailed rascal...” Paige grumped to himself. Smacking on his fingers, mewling in delight at every crumb that graced his taste buds, he grudgingly left an appropriate pittance of gold in place of the snack he had swiped. Gloved hand held out before him, the Rogue accusingly pointed at the washroom door. “Nyahaha! Let this be a lesson to ya!”
CRKKKKK
“EEP!” As the door to said washroom swung open, and a shapely silhouette emerged from within, Paige panicked. With a snap of his fingers he activated his most desperate of sneaking spells.
POFF
In an instant a debilitating sense of vertigo overwhelmed the flustered feline. Chin tucked against his chest, Paige watched as the hardwood floor raced to meet him. His stomach churned, and vision blurred, as the faintest imperfections pocking the planks magnified themselves.
WHUMPF
Panting heavily, the Rogue dropped to his knees and steadied himself. Swallowing hard he slapped at his chest while cold beads of sweat collected upon his brow.
Turning his gaze to and fro Paige couldn't help but gawk at the alien yet familiar landscape. What were once inconsequential splinters but a moment ago were as oaken obelisks that jutted forth from the very earth and scraped at the unseen sky. Knots in the wood, barely felt underfoot, stretched out before him into malformed craters. Even discarded cookie crumbs, fallen from his lips moments earlier, now rivaled him in size.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Ears perked to attention, Paige dived behind a boulder sized bit of brownie. Whensoever the Rogue found himself at an impasse, if he was ever all but certain to be discovered, he could reliably call upon the mightiest of magics at his disposal with which to conceal himself. Mini.
“Oh I'll... I'll never get used to that,” Paige gasped in between heaves.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Footfalls, rhythmic and earth-rending, drew close.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Gales of wind, displaced by the descent of the Morgan's broad foot, roared past the Rogue. His back to the brownie boulder, Paige's ribs rattled and head ached at every unseen tremor that pulsed through him. Heart beating its way out of his chest the fearful feline could do little more than wait for the worst to pass.
Towel tossed over her head, her rounded ears poking at the cotton, Morgan ruffled and tussled her hair dry. “No better a way to cap off the day...” she hummed to herself in a sing-song tone as her black bangs brushed against the back of her neck.
Brows furrowed, Paige scrunched his snout. Shameless! Remorseless! She all but empties out the Bismarck Bakery and has nary a lick of remorse to show for it!? Peeking round his delicious cover, Paige risked it all to put a face to Morgan's detestable name. Just who did she... think... she...
Jaw gone slack, and arms hanging limply at his sides, the flustered feline pitifully mewled. There, towering before him and clad in pearly white pajamas, stood one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes upon. The pale cream fur that coated his cheeks burned beet red as he gazed upon her. W-w-where did he begin...
Morgan's plump paws utterly dwarfed Paige in size. Even standing on his tip toes he would struggle to scrape against the padded undersides of her toes. They were so impossibly plush, so pleasantly plump, that the Rogue's thoughts faltered at the sight of those hill-sized digits chafing together. Tugging at his collar with a cough, Paige's eyes shamelessly wandered up further still.
The cuffs of Morgan's pajama bottoms, bunched and crumpled together at her ankles, drew his eyes upward. Tilting his head back, his neck straining from the effort of it all, steam wafted out from Paige's pointed ears as he traced the cloth conforming to her every curve. T-t-those thighs, those perfect and prodigious peaches that could clap him flat, the...
Fanning himself, the Rogue's eyes went wide at the sight of her exposed midriff. Her not quite toned tummy, sporting the subtlest smatterings of pudge, gave way to a smart but simple tanktop. He swore he could hear, he could feel in his bones, the shoulder straps audibly creaking trying to hold back those mountain sized mammaries. Then to cap it all off...
Paige cupped his hands to his cheeks as he gazed into Morgan's eyes. So warm, so full of light and life, so inviting to behold! Tail undulating excitedly behind him the Rogue continued to helplessly gawk and gush. At that black mask of fur wrapped around her peepers, at the raccoon's gentle and inviting smile, at how her bangs framed her fluffy face lost in the atmospheric haze...
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“ACK.”
Blown back from behind his cover, Paige violently tumbled across the plain of plank. With a weary groan he pushed himself off from the floor and gasped. Toes, each one rivaling even the most vaunted of Guild Halls in size, approached. Swinging low along the ground, exposing but a peek of Morgan's fully padded soles, they decisively descended upon the speck-sized Rogue.
Legs unresponsive, Paige yelped as he desperately sought out shelter. Punching at his thighs, he hobbled his way over towards a craterous knot in the wood.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!” the Rogue frantically repeated to himself. A warm and super heated wall of air, smelling sweetly of soaps and Morgan's own heady scent, bore down upon Paige's back. Cloak fluttering wildly behind him he hurled himself forward into the yawning wooden void.
WHUMPF
Tumbling along the sawdust lined incline Paige bumpily skidded to a halt at the base of the knot. Tossing a look back over his shoulder he watched as abyssal darkness, absolute and all-encompassing, enveloped him.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The walls of wood surrounding him creaked and buckled beneath Morgan's weight. Striking a torch alight, Paige shuddered at the sight of the raccoon's sole settling in atop the knot. Leathery folds of flesh, impossibly soft and supple, molded to the contours of the concave crater. The Rogue silently whimpered as warm walls of padding encroached upon him.
Towel slung around her shoulders, Morgan cocked a brow at her nightstand. Pinching up Paige's payment she curiously jingled the coins about her palm. “That's strange. I could've sworn that I...”
GRNNNNNNNNNN
Arms spread eagle, Paige sharply inhaled through clenched teeth. The raccoon's sole, still glistening and damp from her bath, throttled poor Paige with its unbearable humidity and instantly extinguished his torch. With no hope of escape the feline found himself slowly but surely flattened beneath her supple sole. For all his flailing, all his kicking and punching, the Rogue failed to even dimple it!
Lips pulled flat, Morgan embarrassedly brushed a hand along her tummy. “Did I already pack those away...?” she sheepishly mumbled.
GRRRRRRRROOOOOOORNNN
Wrinkles of flesh molded around Paige's prone form. Limbs locked, awash in heat and the deepest darkness, the Rogue shamefully shuddered in delight when he found himself swallowed up by her sole. He could hear the creaking of her tendons beneath those layers of velvety soft padding. He could feel her toes scrunch and splay as he was roughly and violently kneaded. Morgan's suffocating scent came to replace what little air remained within his lungs as he was pinched between the faintest of wrinkles lining the ball of her foot. Bruised, battered, and utterly immobile Paige struggled to maintain consciousness.
Tummy grumbling, Morgan idly shifted in place. Surely a few more wouldn't hurt...
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Swiveling about in place, unknowingly grinding her guest deeper still into her feetsy flesh, Morgan lazily clambered over her bed. As she peeled her paws off the hardwood floor, pulling the Rogue up with her, Paige gasped for what fresh air that he could.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Dropping to a crouch before her satchel, tail curled around her ankles, Morgan puffed out her cheeks while she rocked her generous rear back and forth on her heels. Flicking it open she produced another secret serving of Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNN
Utterly entombed within a wrinkle, warm padding molding to the contours of his body, Paige drew what shallow breaths he could as he was forced deeper and deeper between the folds of Morgan's supple and squeaky clean flesh. The pressure around his neck and his eyes and his chest was unbearable. From every which way her feet bore down upon him.
ROMF
Flopping back onto her bed, tail flopped atop her lap, Morgan smacked and slurped and chewed on the Bismarck's best.
The Rogue could feel every calorie collecting upon the fat of her feet. No matter how minute, how inconsequential, he felt it. The super heated walls of padded sole, thrumming with every delighted scrunch of Morgan's toes, wrung the very life out of him. All but indistinguishable from the paws that enveloped him Paige could hold out no longer. “Unghhh...” Eyes rolling back into his head, he wordlessly gave up the ghost. His eyelids slammed shut just as folds of flesh closed around him.
Morgan, none the wiser to the Rogue entombed unaware and without a care deep into her soles, flopped back onto her pillows with a contented sigh. Brushing a hand along her soft stomach she lazily smacked her lips, slurping up what crumbs remained, before drifting off to sleep.
Drenched in sweat, and his head pounding, the feline fluttered his eyes. “Whuh...”
CRKKKKKKKKKK
Soft whines tumbled out from Paige's throat when he found himself sliding along a sloped wall of feetsy flesh. Rolling onto his back he weakly coughed. Moonlight and the faraway serenade of crickets beckoned him.
Grunting, the Rogue forced himself to a stand and leaned against the side of the cavernous wrinkle he was lost within. Cheek smooshed against it he drew haggard and heavy breaths. In and out. Innnnnnn. Annnnnnnd. Outttttt.
Head spinning, Paige dug his clawed fingers into the faintest indentations in her padded sole and slowly but surely the frazzled feline ascended. With a wheeze he dragged himself up and over the ledge with a pronounced flop.
SNRK
Toes splayed, Morgan couldn't help but giggle at the sudden pinprick of pressure. Ears twitching, and tail swishing, her eyes slowly began to creak open.
Lying prone on his stomach, chin nestling into a scrunched wrinkle that radiated warmth, Paige wearily sighed. His arms and legs laid limp, and heavy as lead, at his sides. “You really put me through the wringer there, lass...”
Morgan's ears fwipped to attention. A voice? But whose?
“Don't you... don't you think I'm through with you yet, Miss Morgan!” Paige impotently spat. “I'll have my vengeance! Just you wait and see!”
“...Will you now?” a nigh heavenly, and angelic, voice boomed.
Bags rapidly accumulated under Paige's eyes. His body, so thoroughly spent, couldn't even manage to scrounge up a burst of adrenaline in response. With a nervous gulp he tilted his head up. There, past the peak of her heel, he spied a twin pair of waxing moons.
FWISH
That blinked. Paige's heart sank when Morgan's face, all but obscuring the horizon, slowly and silently crept into focus. The weight of her gaze alone threatened to send his vertebrae crashing in on one another.
Lips pinched tight, and brows furrowed, Paige bit down into his lower lip. “W-w-well it goes without saying!” he irritably mrowled. Indignation seeped from every syllable as he somehow found the strength to rise to a stand. “I chase the Bismarck Bandit across all of creation and lookit how she treats me!”
Morgan blink blinked. “...Excuse me?” Resting on her forearms, and looking over her shoulder, the raccoon confusedly cocked a brow at the pale and screechy speck perched atop her sole.
“You heard me!” Paige shouted in a parched and raspy voice. “I was lookin' forward to snagging me some Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies allll week! But nooooooooooo. Sooooooooomeone just had to nick the whole lot of 'em!”
Stammering, Morgan's mask flared up bright red at the accusation. “I-I-I did no such thing! I paid for them fair and square!”
“Mewwww nicked em!” Paige incessantly accused. “Who in the seven hells needs a dozen DOZEN cookies!?”
Cheeks puffed out, Morgan wordlessly bunched her shoulders together. “It's not my fault they're so good...” she huffed.
“Feh,” Paige dismissively retorted as he wobbled back and forth on his feet.
An awkward, and heavy, silence hung about the air. Rubbing at her wrists, Morgan shamefully turned to Paige. “What... what even happened to you?”
“I dun wanna talk about...” he harrumphed as he fell forward onto his chest.
VBEWWW
Light, cool and soothing, enveloped the whole of the feline's frame. Wisps of blackened magic, his maladies made manifest, burned off of Paige as his aches and pains and bruises and sprains simply melted away.
“...What about now?” Morgan shyly offered. Swishing a clawed finger, beads of White Magic collecting atop her digit, the raccoon peppered Paige with one healing spell after another.
Blushing madly, Paige effortlessly answered her summons. Twas as if the trials and travails of the night before had never come to pass!
“Better?”
“...Better,” the Rogue bashfully mumble grumbled as he ascended the gentle slopes of her paw. Using the wrinkles in her broad sole as footholds the Rogue took to rubbing at the back of his neck. “T-t-this still doesn't make us even!”
Cupping her feet together, heels knocking against one another, Morgan playfully bid him on higher. Biting down on her lip she had to stifle many a giggle from his ticklish touch. “No?” she hummed.
Hands shoved into his cloak pockets, Paige goofily grinned at the giantess when he set foot on the tip top of her heel. “Well. M-m-maybe.” The flustered feline sheepishly kicked back at supple and lavender scented earth while he cleared his throat. “How's this then? You treat me to some of whatcha stole and I'll call us even. Deal?”
Laughter, rich and sincere, tumbled out from Morgan's maw. “Stole is such a strong word, Mister...”
“Paige.”
“Morgan,” the raccoon graciously, and properly, introduced herself. “But... deal. I can agree to that.” Cocking her head to the side the raccoon curiously gestured to the Rogue. “Oh! By the by do you... do you need me to fix that?”
“Fix what?”
“You. You know.” Pinching her fingers together the raccoon's eyes swiveled back and forth between the minute gap between her padded fingers and Paige's just as insignificant self.
“O-oh? T-this?” Patting at himself, Paige nervously hehed. “Tis a tool of the trade is all! I-i-it'll wear off in due time. N-n-not that I mind truth be told...” Tapping his fingers together the Rogue bashfully locked eyes with his quarry turned crush.
“Good,” Morgan shyly cooed. “Since neither do I.”
NEXT
Well he tries to anyway.
mr-rowboat is an all around amazing artist, and generally a very cool cat, and I decided to scribble up a silly story for this utterly enrapturing commission he annihilated me with! Give his original posting a peek here while you're at it and bury him with compliments too!NEXT
“The nerve of that ringtail!” Paige fumed. “Just who does she think she is?”
Arms crossed about his chest, padded fingers thrumming along his elbow, the frumpy and cream furred feline glowered at the sleepy inn towering before him. Nestled among a thicket of trees, countless flowering branches gently caressing its sloped roof, candles flickered to life one by one within its many windows as the sun retreated beyond the horizon. Somewhere inside, tucked away comfy cozy and without a care, lay his quarry.
Tugging up his bandana, his feline snout brushing against the soft and supple cloth, Paige advanced. No crunching of gravel. No creaking of planks. Even as he traversed a quaint wooden bridge, its gentle arch spanning the creek just before the inn, the Rogue made nary a sound.
Hummmmmm. Pinching at his chin, his loose fitting cloak hanging heavily upon his lithe frame, Paige's emerald eyes swiveled back and forth about their sockets. First and foremost he needed to identify what floor, what room, his target resided in! He could scout, and scheme, all he pleased but it ultimately amounted to naught if knew not where to make his move.
CRKKKKKK
With a wail the double doors to the inn found themselves flung open. Her eyes half-lidded, a particularly stout and cute Kobold smacked her lips while she lazily bumbled up towards the twin torches flanking the entrance.
FWOOSH
Lips pursed, the Kobold set one then the other alight with a fiery puff. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she could never hope to notice that a pair of shadows, her own and that of a lanky feline, had followed her back inside.
CLICK
Locking the double doors shut behind her the Kobold Innkeeper stifled a petite and sleepy yawn. Shrouded in darkness, his flickering form wordlessly shadowing her every movement, Paige teared up while he valiantly held in his own contagious yawn. Jaw clamped shut, and cheeks puffed out, he wordlessly motioned for her to get a move on as she tromped up the stairs at a leisurely pace. Step by step the Rogue was forced to watch and wait while she huffed and puffed at every sconce she passed.
Fists clenched, Paige violently trembled at her every additional yawn. When she finally, thankfully, disappeared from sight he let slip a jaw splitting exhale of his own. “Whewwwwwww!” Slouching forward, the Rogue dragged his forearm across his fluffy brow in sweet relief.
“Now then...” he mumbled to himself. Straightening his posture, Paige cautiously circled round the front desk. With a light touch he rummaged through the many drawers. Biting down on his lower lip he resisted the urge to pocket and purloin the secret safe keys, stray sacks of coin, and gawdy jewelry that tempted him so. No no no! Focus! That wasn't what he was here for!
Brows arched, Paige quietly snickered when he found what he was looking for. Ledger in hand the Rogue triumphantly held it overhead while he hum hum hum hummmmmmmed. Clearing his throat, tail bashfully flicking behind him, Paige gently set it down upon the desk before him.
“Now where are you hiding...” he grumpily mrowled to himself. Reaching into a pocket, Paige unfolded a tightly crumpled piece of paper. Smoothing out the creases he planted it down alongside the ledger as he flipped through its pages. In the low light of the sconces the rougish feline painstakingly compared the handwriting on each and every entry with the chickenscratch scrawled onto the tossed aside and forgotten scrap of paper.
That detestable thief of thieves had checked themselves into this very inn... Paige knew that much. Their name and face escaped him but he could, he would, find them and soon!
Hunched over the front desk, the crackle of kindling and the flapping of paper the only sounds to be heard as twilight drew near, Paige methodically plodded along. Breathing steadied, and eyes straining, he checked and double checked and triple checked today's entries. Until...
“Aha!” Paige gasped. Lips peeled back into a wicked grin, the Rogue narrowed his gaze when he finally found his match. “Morgan be your name, huh? Right fool you were to think you could be pull one over on me!” Pap pap papping a padded finger against her immaculate handwriting Paige promised, nay swore, that he would get her back and how!
With her name, and more importantly, her room number in hand... Paige proceeded apace. Returning the ledger from whence he found it the fiendish feline skulked past the stairs. Shadows catching beneath his footfalls, smothering every step, he silently stalked the halls as the last rays of the setting sun retreated from sight.
Standing before Morgan's room, hands stuffed into his pockets, Paige leaned in close. Ear pressed firmly against the slab of wood he closed his eyes and focused.
…
…
...
Splashing. The faint, yet persistent, gurgle and splish splash of water registered in the Rogue's ears. “What luck!” he quietly cackled. She must have been tidying herself up for the night. Morgan would never see him coming!
Swishing his hand about his wrist, Paige produced a lockpick from his long sleeves with a flourish. In an instant he had popped the lock and invited himself inside.
TATUNK
Tugging down his bandana, Paige hurriedly scanned the quaint if not compact room. A White Mage robe, along with a pair of ruby red fingerless gloves, lay neatly folded on her bed. Open toed boots, scuffed and well worn, sat by the door along with a satchel. Nostrils flared, the Rogue impatiently strayed further inside.
Candlelight, warm and bright, filtered out from beneath the washroom door Paige wandered past. As did a warm and cloying mist. “Surely, SURELY, she didn't...”
GASP
Eyes gone wide, his feline pupils dilated into saucers, Paige couldn't believe his luck. There, out in the open, for all the world to see on the nightstand beside the bed, lay her ill-gotten gains!
SHING SPARKLE SPARKLE
A trio of cookies, their brownie like base adorned with white chocolate chips, sat unguarded.
ROMF
Sampling one, then another, and another, Paige greedily gobbled what was rightfully his! “Honestly!” the feline mumbled between mouthfuls. “Who does that!? Who buys out the whole stock of Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies? Seriously?!” Yes, he understood the appeal! Anything, everything, from the Bismarck Bakery, home to the best and the brightest Culinarians in all the land, was simply to die for! Yet even he, a tried and true thief, had restraint enough to share!
Tears beading along his eyes Paige clasped at his heart in sweet relief. The pain, the sorrow, he had felt when he sidled into the Bismarck after a long day of pickpocketing only to hear a dastardly and inconsiderate raccoon had made off with every last one of his guilty pleasures! Why... why on the very spot he yoinked the Bismarck's receipts so that he might suss out this bakery bandit!
“Ringtailed rascal...” Paige grumped to himself. Smacking on his fingers, mewling in delight at every crumb that graced his taste buds, he grudgingly left an appropriate pittance of gold in place of the snack he had swiped. Gloved hand held out before him, the Rogue accusingly pointed at the washroom door. “Nyahaha! Let this be a lesson to ya!”
CRKKKKK
“EEP!” As the door to said washroom swung open, and a shapely silhouette emerged from within, Paige panicked. With a snap of his fingers he activated his most desperate of sneaking spells.
POFF
In an instant a debilitating sense of vertigo overwhelmed the flustered feline. Chin tucked against his chest, Paige watched as the hardwood floor raced to meet him. His stomach churned, and vision blurred, as the faintest imperfections pocking the planks magnified themselves.
WHUMPF
Panting heavily, the Rogue dropped to his knees and steadied himself. Swallowing hard he slapped at his chest while cold beads of sweat collected upon his brow.
Turning his gaze to and fro Paige couldn't help but gawk at the alien yet familiar landscape. What were once inconsequential splinters but a moment ago were as oaken obelisks that jutted forth from the very earth and scraped at the unseen sky. Knots in the wood, barely felt underfoot, stretched out before him into malformed craters. Even discarded cookie crumbs, fallen from his lips moments earlier, now rivaled him in size.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Ears perked to attention, Paige dived behind a boulder sized bit of brownie. Whensoever the Rogue found himself at an impasse, if he was ever all but certain to be discovered, he could reliably call upon the mightiest of magics at his disposal with which to conceal himself. Mini.
“Oh I'll... I'll never get used to that,” Paige gasped in between heaves.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Footfalls, rhythmic and earth-rending, drew close.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Gales of wind, displaced by the descent of the Morgan's broad foot, roared past the Rogue. His back to the brownie boulder, Paige's ribs rattled and head ached at every unseen tremor that pulsed through him. Heart beating its way out of his chest the fearful feline could do little more than wait for the worst to pass.
Towel tossed over her head, her rounded ears poking at the cotton, Morgan ruffled and tussled her hair dry. “No better a way to cap off the day...” she hummed to herself in a sing-song tone as her black bangs brushed against the back of her neck.
Brows furrowed, Paige scrunched his snout. Shameless! Remorseless! She all but empties out the Bismarck Bakery and has nary a lick of remorse to show for it!? Peeking round his delicious cover, Paige risked it all to put a face to Morgan's detestable name. Just who did she... think... she...
Jaw gone slack, and arms hanging limply at his sides, the flustered feline pitifully mewled. There, towering before him and clad in pearly white pajamas, stood one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes upon. The pale cream fur that coated his cheeks burned beet red as he gazed upon her. W-w-where did he begin...
Morgan's plump paws utterly dwarfed Paige in size. Even standing on his tip toes he would struggle to scrape against the padded undersides of her toes. They were so impossibly plush, so pleasantly plump, that the Rogue's thoughts faltered at the sight of those hill-sized digits chafing together. Tugging at his collar with a cough, Paige's eyes shamelessly wandered up further still.
The cuffs of Morgan's pajama bottoms, bunched and crumpled together at her ankles, drew his eyes upward. Tilting his head back, his neck straining from the effort of it all, steam wafted out from Paige's pointed ears as he traced the cloth conforming to her every curve. T-t-those thighs, those perfect and prodigious peaches that could clap him flat, the...
Fanning himself, the Rogue's eyes went wide at the sight of her exposed midriff. Her not quite toned tummy, sporting the subtlest smatterings of pudge, gave way to a smart but simple tanktop. He swore he could hear, he could feel in his bones, the shoulder straps audibly creaking trying to hold back those mountain sized mammaries. Then to cap it all off...
Paige cupped his hands to his cheeks as he gazed into Morgan's eyes. So warm, so full of light and life, so inviting to behold! Tail undulating excitedly behind him the Rogue continued to helplessly gawk and gush. At that black mask of fur wrapped around her peepers, at the raccoon's gentle and inviting smile, at how her bangs framed her fluffy face lost in the atmospheric haze...
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“ACK.”
Blown back from behind his cover, Paige violently tumbled across the plain of plank. With a weary groan he pushed himself off from the floor and gasped. Toes, each one rivaling even the most vaunted of Guild Halls in size, approached. Swinging low along the ground, exposing but a peek of Morgan's fully padded soles, they decisively descended upon the speck-sized Rogue.
Legs unresponsive, Paige yelped as he desperately sought out shelter. Punching at his thighs, he hobbled his way over towards a craterous knot in the wood.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!” the Rogue frantically repeated to himself. A warm and super heated wall of air, smelling sweetly of soaps and Morgan's own heady scent, bore down upon Paige's back. Cloak fluttering wildly behind him he hurled himself forward into the yawning wooden void.
WHUMPF
Tumbling along the sawdust lined incline Paige bumpily skidded to a halt at the base of the knot. Tossing a look back over his shoulder he watched as abyssal darkness, absolute and all-encompassing, enveloped him.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The walls of wood surrounding him creaked and buckled beneath Morgan's weight. Striking a torch alight, Paige shuddered at the sight of the raccoon's sole settling in atop the knot. Leathery folds of flesh, impossibly soft and supple, molded to the contours of the concave crater. The Rogue silently whimpered as warm walls of padding encroached upon him.
Towel slung around her shoulders, Morgan cocked a brow at her nightstand. Pinching up Paige's payment she curiously jingled the coins about her palm. “That's strange. I could've sworn that I...”
GRNNNNNNNNNN
Arms spread eagle, Paige sharply inhaled through clenched teeth. The raccoon's sole, still glistening and damp from her bath, throttled poor Paige with its unbearable humidity and instantly extinguished his torch. With no hope of escape the feline found himself slowly but surely flattened beneath her supple sole. For all his flailing, all his kicking and punching, the Rogue failed to even dimple it!
Lips pulled flat, Morgan embarrassedly brushed a hand along her tummy. “Did I already pack those away...?” she sheepishly mumbled.
GRRRRRRRROOOOOOORNNN
Wrinkles of flesh molded around Paige's prone form. Limbs locked, awash in heat and the deepest darkness, the Rogue shamefully shuddered in delight when he found himself swallowed up by her sole. He could hear the creaking of her tendons beneath those layers of velvety soft padding. He could feel her toes scrunch and splay as he was roughly and violently kneaded. Morgan's suffocating scent came to replace what little air remained within his lungs as he was pinched between the faintest of wrinkles lining the ball of her foot. Bruised, battered, and utterly immobile Paige struggled to maintain consciousness.
Tummy grumbling, Morgan idly shifted in place. Surely a few more wouldn't hurt...
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Swiveling about in place, unknowingly grinding her guest deeper still into her feetsy flesh, Morgan lazily clambered over her bed. As she peeled her paws off the hardwood floor, pulling the Rogue up with her, Paige gasped for what fresh air that he could.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Dropping to a crouch before her satchel, tail curled around her ankles, Morgan puffed out her cheeks while she rocked her generous rear back and forth on her heels. Flicking it open she produced another secret serving of Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNN
Utterly entombed within a wrinkle, warm padding molding to the contours of his body, Paige drew what shallow breaths he could as he was forced deeper and deeper between the folds of Morgan's supple and squeaky clean flesh. The pressure around his neck and his eyes and his chest was unbearable. From every which way her feet bore down upon him.
ROMF
Flopping back onto her bed, tail flopped atop her lap, Morgan smacked and slurped and chewed on the Bismarck's best.
The Rogue could feel every calorie collecting upon the fat of her feet. No matter how minute, how inconsequential, he felt it. The super heated walls of padded sole, thrumming with every delighted scrunch of Morgan's toes, wrung the very life out of him. All but indistinguishable from the paws that enveloped him Paige could hold out no longer. “Unghhh...” Eyes rolling back into his head, he wordlessly gave up the ghost. His eyelids slammed shut just as folds of flesh closed around him.
Morgan, none the wiser to the Rogue entombed unaware and without a care deep into her soles, flopped back onto her pillows with a contented sigh. Brushing a hand along her soft stomach she lazily smacked her lips, slurping up what crumbs remained, before drifting off to sleep.
Drenched in sweat, and his head pounding, the feline fluttered his eyes. “Whuh...”
CRKKKKKKKKKK
Soft whines tumbled out from Paige's throat when he found himself sliding along a sloped wall of feetsy flesh. Rolling onto his back he weakly coughed. Moonlight and the faraway serenade of crickets beckoned him.
Grunting, the Rogue forced himself to a stand and leaned against the side of the cavernous wrinkle he was lost within. Cheek smooshed against it he drew haggard and heavy breaths. In and out. Innnnnnn. Annnnnnnd. Outttttt.
Head spinning, Paige dug his clawed fingers into the faintest indentations in her padded sole and slowly but surely the frazzled feline ascended. With a wheeze he dragged himself up and over the ledge with a pronounced flop.
SNRK
Toes splayed, Morgan couldn't help but giggle at the sudden pinprick of pressure. Ears twitching, and tail swishing, her eyes slowly began to creak open.
Lying prone on his stomach, chin nestling into a scrunched wrinkle that radiated warmth, Paige wearily sighed. His arms and legs laid limp, and heavy as lead, at his sides. “You really put me through the wringer there, lass...”
Morgan's ears fwipped to attention. A voice? But whose?
“Don't you... don't you think I'm through with you yet, Miss Morgan!” Paige impotently spat. “I'll have my vengeance! Just you wait and see!”
“...Will you now?” a nigh heavenly, and angelic, voice boomed.
Bags rapidly accumulated under Paige's eyes. His body, so thoroughly spent, couldn't even manage to scrounge up a burst of adrenaline in response. With a nervous gulp he tilted his head up. There, past the peak of her heel, he spied a twin pair of waxing moons.
FWISH
That blinked. Paige's heart sank when Morgan's face, all but obscuring the horizon, slowly and silently crept into focus. The weight of her gaze alone threatened to send his vertebrae crashing in on one another.
Lips pinched tight, and brows furrowed, Paige bit down into his lower lip. “W-w-well it goes without saying!” he irritably mrowled. Indignation seeped from every syllable as he somehow found the strength to rise to a stand. “I chase the Bismarck Bandit across all of creation and lookit how she treats me!”
Morgan blink blinked. “...Excuse me?” Resting on her forearms, and looking over her shoulder, the raccoon confusedly cocked a brow at the pale and screechy speck perched atop her sole.
“You heard me!” Paige shouted in a parched and raspy voice. “I was lookin' forward to snagging me some Inside Out Chocolate Chip Cookies allll week! But nooooooooooo. Sooooooooomeone just had to nick the whole lot of 'em!”
Stammering, Morgan's mask flared up bright red at the accusation. “I-I-I did no such thing! I paid for them fair and square!”
“Mewwww nicked em!” Paige incessantly accused. “Who in the seven hells needs a dozen DOZEN cookies!?”
Cheeks puffed out, Morgan wordlessly bunched her shoulders together. “It's not my fault they're so good...” she huffed.
“Feh,” Paige dismissively retorted as he wobbled back and forth on his feet.
An awkward, and heavy, silence hung about the air. Rubbing at her wrists, Morgan shamefully turned to Paige. “What... what even happened to you?”
“I dun wanna talk about...” he harrumphed as he fell forward onto his chest.
VBEWWW
Light, cool and soothing, enveloped the whole of the feline's frame. Wisps of blackened magic, his maladies made manifest, burned off of Paige as his aches and pains and bruises and sprains simply melted away.
“...What about now?” Morgan shyly offered. Swishing a clawed finger, beads of White Magic collecting atop her digit, the raccoon peppered Paige with one healing spell after another.
Blushing madly, Paige effortlessly answered her summons. Twas as if the trials and travails of the night before had never come to pass!
“Better?”
“...Better,” the Rogue bashfully mumble grumbled as he ascended the gentle slopes of her paw. Using the wrinkles in her broad sole as footholds the Rogue took to rubbing at the back of his neck. “T-t-this still doesn't make us even!”
Cupping her feet together, heels knocking against one another, Morgan playfully bid him on higher. Biting down on her lip she had to stifle many a giggle from his ticklish touch. “No?” she hummed.
Hands shoved into his cloak pockets, Paige goofily grinned at the giantess when he set foot on the tip top of her heel. “Well. M-m-maybe.” The flustered feline sheepishly kicked back at supple and lavender scented earth while he cleared his throat. “How's this then? You treat me to some of whatcha stole and I'll call us even. Deal?”
Laughter, rich and sincere, tumbled out from Morgan's maw. “Stole is such a strong word, Mister...”
“Paige.”
“Morgan,” the raccoon graciously, and properly, introduced herself. “But... deal. I can agree to that.” Cocking her head to the side the raccoon curiously gestured to the Rogue. “Oh! By the by do you... do you need me to fix that?”
“Fix what?”
“You. You know.” Pinching her fingers together the raccoon's eyes swiveled back and forth between the minute gap between her padded fingers and Paige's just as insignificant self.
“O-oh? T-this?” Patting at himself, Paige nervously hehed. “Tis a tool of the trade is all! I-i-it'll wear off in due time. N-n-not that I mind truth be told...” Tapping his fingers together the Rogue bashfully locked eyes with his quarry turned crush.
“Good,” Morgan shyly cooed. “Since neither do I.”
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Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Raccoon
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