A gentle giant has a bad dream, turning to her human companion for comfort and support.

Credit for the art in the thumbnail goes to  Jarethnerl

This commission is for someone who wishes to remain anonymous, starring the main characters from my series: Friends In Low Places!

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Farishta poked and prodded a comparatively small man with her furry fingers.

“Kazem…” she said, ears folding against her head. “Are… are you awake?”

He let out a yawn, stretching out his arms. Kazem then blinked several times with half-lidded eyes as he scanned his surroundings. The man remained on Farishta’s fluffy belly, practically using it like a mattress with a dark forest still surrounding him in the middle of the night. Some crickets continued to chirp a short distance away, a full moon amid the starry sky illuminated the scenery, and a pair of bright amethyst eyes stared down at him from behind.

“Now I am…” he eventually said, rolling his shoulders. “What’d you wake me up for?”

She frowned at his words. “I… I had a really bad dream!”

Kazem grunted. “Ugh. Really?”

“Like… you weren’t there and I couldn’t find you anywhere!” she said, sniffling as she spoke. “When I tried looking for you, I accidentally tripped over a human house, then I… I…” Farishta slowly paused with her eyes watering up a little. “All the other humans were screaming or running away from me… and I… didn’t know what to do...”

He sighed, using his comparatively tiny hand to rub her belly. His fingers sifted through her fur before he patted her soft stomach. “There, there… it wasn’t even real, Farishta. Just a nightmare. Nothing you should fret about since I'm still here and all that.”

She looked at him like a pleading kitten, her watery eyes glimmering in the moonlight. “Can I hold you then?”

Kazem rubbed his eyes and stayed silent for a time. “Why would you wanna go and do that now?”

“It'd make me feel better…” she said, glancing at the ground. “Especially after that horrible dream!”

He turned to face her fully. “Hmph. Fine. Just as long as it's the usual arrangement, I don’t mind if you pick me up and hold me. No need to beg.”

Farishta smiled before carefully scooping Kazem into an open palm. “Thank you…” she said with a wry, catlike smile. Her fluffy fingers curled around him as he sat down on a padded palm, leaning against her fingers for support. Afterward, she brought him next to her muzzle as whiskers brushed his small human form. “I’m just so glad that I didn’t just lose you all of a sudden for real!”

He scoffed, smirking a little. “Heh. Still don’t know why you seem to think I’m so special. I’m only human…”

She giggled in return. “Not just any human! You’re my precious little mouse, don’t you remember?”

“Ah, right…” he replied with a sigh. “Quite the comparison.” Before Kazem could continue, Farishta began wrapping her fingers around him again. “Ah… what are you doing now, you big cat?”

“Just playing a little!” Farishta replied, slightly sticking out her tongue. “Whenever I get anxious, I like to play with little fidget toys back at the Ashbourne monastery. But now that we’re out and about, I suppose a little mouse like you will have to do!”

He gave her a stern look. “Farishta…”

The woman didn't say a word. Instead, she smiled as she brought a thumb to the tip of her tongue, licking it to get it slightly slick. From there, Farishta brought the wet thumb to Kazem's head. She used it to gently feel and ruffle the sparse, black hair on his head before caressing his shoulders. A few more fingers grabbed hold of an arm, delicately pulling on it like a handheld doll or action figure to splay it outward.

“So I'm your toy now?” he muttered, grunting during the process.

Fairshta shook her head. “No, no… you’re just such a handsome little man!” She paused just to giggle to herself again. “But do you wanna be my personal little toy? Is that it?”

Kazem blushed a bit at her words. “You're… something else, woman.”

She smiled at his words. “Then do you want me to stop? I just think it'd be fun to feel and play with a cute little body like yours!”

He broke eye contact, letting out a little huff. “Hmph. Go on then. Have your fun…”

Another mischievous, toothy smirk spread across her muzzle. “Oh, I will!”

More maneuvers with her large fingers focused on his arms and legs. Both of her hands also slightly suspended Kazem in the air, placing him directly in front of her face. Padded fingertips then gently compressed against a few limbs, slowly feeling and groping his forearms in particular.

“Oh! Do you mind if I take off your jacket?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It's getting in the way, I think…”

He grunted once more. “Hmm. Getting in the way of what, exactly?”

She stuck out her tongue at him. “Playing with you properly, of course!”

“Is that so?” he asked, casually kicking a foot in the air. “If that’s the case, help me slip it off first. I'll do the rest…” With those words, Farishta slipped the jacket off one of his arms. “Yeah, there we go…” he said, shaking the other arm before tossing the entire jacket towards her chest. “Ah! This better, Farishta?”

The woman winced once the jacket landed around her cleavage, partially sinking into her thick fur afterward. “Ah! Y-yeah! This works!” She stopped speaking to pluck the jacket away with a few fingers, setting it somewhere more appropriate. Her fingers then caressed his comparatively tiny shoulders and forearms, feeling the sparse muscles between her padded fingertips. “My, my… I can certainly see that you take care of yourself! So strong and firm for such a tiny guy!”

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say? The life of a peddler means I travel a lot and maintain a varied diet. So I’m as fit as a fiddle, really.”

Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent. “Mmm. I've always been more… sedentary. At least until recently! Meditation, traditional exercises, and a healthy diet have helped me stay healthy though!”

He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her leathery fingertips caressing his exposed skin. “Ah. So your traditional diet of dragons and deer or whatever?”

“Well, yeah!” she said with her ears wiggling for a moment. “I have to eat meat as a carnivore, unfortunately. My options are limited compared to humans. The only time I ever really try vegetables is just for the taste, but my tummy doesn’t really get anything out of it! Plus they can be hard to digest…”

“Ah, right…” he muttered, opening his eyes to stare at her lips. “Sometimes I forget that you're a giant apex predator, despite how sweet you are.”

She let out a little huff, allowing warm breath to waft over him. “I'll have you know that I'm an ethical predator! Just because I have to eat meat doesn't mean that I have to be… well… mean about it!”

He cocked his head to the side. “If that’s true, then how in the nine hells does someone like you become a nice carnivore or whatever?”

Farishta stayed silent for several seconds, pouting a little. “Well… all mergich monks follow some basic principles!”

“Like what?” he asked, almost snorting. “Enlighten me.”

She let out another huff. “First of all, we don't eat unless we have to. Gluttony is a sin, after all! Whenever we do have to hunt for food, we try to minimize the suffering of our prey, and we say a prayer upon the conclusion of the hunt to thank our prey for their sacrifice to continue the cycle of life. Lastly, sapient species such as kobolds and humans are strictly off-limits… not unless they consent to consumption first!”

“That's… oddly specific.” he said in return, blinking at her words. “Why would anyone ever consent to that at all?”

“I don't really know myself…” she replied, looking away. “But the scriptures say that there's nothing morally wrong if your prey is willing! If that makes sense…”

He sneered. “Debatable.”

She closed her eyes and sighed. “Still, I like to think that Rugen made mergich apex predators so that we’d help maintain the balance of life. I mean… monks like me are already its stewards and guardians! And as much as I hate to say it, things would get thrown way out of whack if there were way too many deer or rabbits running around in the wild. So predators have an important role to fill, they’re not just mean or evil or anything!”

“But the same rules don't apply to humans?” he asked, smirking a bit. “Figured you’d cull us by now if that’s all true.”

“Humans are different!” she said, opening her eyes and smiling again upon seeing him. “Like all sapients, they’re children of the gods! Not just beasts or animals. Either way, I can’t have a taste of you unless you give me your explicit permission!”

He gave her a grin. “I mean… maybe I wouldn’t mind, you know? How about I give you my permission?”

With that, Farishta abruptly brought him to her lips and stuck out her tongue. A broad, gradual lick smothered his upper torso for several long moments before flicking his face. The warm and wet muscle left some saliva behind, sending goosebumps down his spine in rapid succession.

Kazem shuddered from the feeling. “Agh! F-Fari…”

Farishta licked her thin, black lips afterward. “Mmm! I don't know why, but human skin always has a nice, salty tang to it…” She playfully stuck out her tongue once more with a smile forming around the corners of her mouth. “Are you alright though? How did that feel for you, Kazie?”

He found himself flustered as he wiped saliva from his chest with one hand. “It… felt kind of nice, actually. Not like an actual cat tongue or anything. It’s far more… smooth? Don't know how to phrase it…”

Farishta leaned forward, purring as her cold nose and whiskers pressed against him. “Then let me help you with describing that exact feeling, little mousie! You just need another reminder!”

Kazem chuckled. “Do your worst.”

At his insistence, Farishta’s tongue flicked out, pressing against his lower torso. She swirled it around his legs for a just moment… then smothered his upper body once more. A combination of her slick tongue and plentiful taste buds constantly slid across his smooth, caramel-colored skin as if the man himself was a piece of candy. Farishta purred during the process. Her throat also rumbled against his legs with her mouth and the tip of her tongue focusing on his exposed forearms and even his neck and throat.

Farishta only stopped to press him against her muzzle, nuzzling him for several seconds. She then pressed her thin, black lips against his torso to imitate a human kiss.

“Mwah!” she blurted out afterward, giggling to herself. Farishta then licked his face with a quick flick of her tongue. “Mmm… hmm hmm!”

Kazem himself turned bright red. The constant attention, intimacy, and outright pampering with her clawed fingers stroking his back sent more electricity surging down his spine. “Gah! You’re so… big and cute. The way you act and treat me kills me sometimes…”

Farishta smirked, revealing a few fangs. “You’re such a lucky little mouse, aren’t you?”

He grunted. “Lucky in what way?”

“You said it yourself already…” she replied, sticking out her tongue at him. “I could be far more ferocious if I really wanted to be! I mean… have you seen these big, old toothers of mine?”

Before Kazem could reply, Farishta brought a finger to her upper lip. She spread it out to reveal some of her sharp teeth. Each fang outsizing a sword served as a reminder of her carnivorous diet and apex predator status, despite the soft and fluffy face they belonged to.

“Well, yeah.” he soon said, staring at her teeth. “Those pearly whites are pretty.”

She giggled at his nonchalant response. “Oh yeah? Well… what about my stompers?” For emphasis, she crossed her leg over the other, bringing a foot next to Kazem. Her black paw alone remained slightly larger than him overall, individual toe beans looming over him altogether. “Pretty scary, huh?”

Kazem chuckled. “Nah. Pretty cute if you ask me. Why would I be scared of them?”

Farishta pouted a bit. “Hmph! I'll have you know that these big paws are precisely how I hunt!” She paused, flexing her toes and momentarily unsheathing her toe claws for emphasis. “They're not just for show. My bare paws muffle my footsteps and help me sneak up on my unsuspecting prey…”

“To be fair, it's hard not to notice you.” he said, shaking his head. “You're a mountain of a woman. Either that or a mountain of white fluff and fur…”

She curled her large and fluffy tail around her legs. “You'd be surprised, mousie. I've snuck up on goats or deer before, then pinned them between my toes!”

Kazem scratched his chin with a free hand. “Huh. Really? You do that with all your prey?”

“Not necessarily…” she said, winking at him. “You don't count.”

Blood flushed his face for a fleeting moment. “Not my fault that you wanted to play footsies before…”

Farishta sighed, fluttering her eyes. “Maybe. It just feels… so nice. I've said it before, but my paws are fairly sensitive. Having a human touch them can be quite the intimate experience for me! Even just feeling you right now with the padding on my palm and fingertips is making my fur feel super tingly and stuff!”

He scoffed. “Is that a good thing?”

“Oh, don't you worry!” she replied before giggling. “It's the good kind of tingly feeling!”

“Then why don't you ask me to touch them more often?” he asked, shaking his head. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind rubbing them or something.”

Her ears perked up as she smirked. Farishta then brought him next to the paw on her foot, wiggling her toes in anticipation. “Then may I indulge, good sir?”

Kazem raised an eyebrow at her odd choice of words. “Um… sure?”

With his apparent blessing, Farishta closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue before pressing his whole body against her fluffy foot. Leathery paw pads and toe beans quickly compressed against his tiny form. He found himself squirming quite a bit, placing his palms against the base of her paw to push back a bit as she giggled at his various reactions ranging from blushing to bewilderment.

“Oh my!” she said, scrunching up a few toes with his arm caught between them. “It looks like I have a little mouse pinned between my toes already! What should I do, Kazem?”

He remained flustered, squirming before retracting his arm from her furry toes. “Bah. We should go back to sleep before we get too carried away. Probably…”

Her ears folded against her head. “Aw. You’re no fun! But fine…”

Kazem grumbled as she lowered him back to her fluffy belly. “I’ll be less grumpy later. Then maybe we can mess around more.”

Farishta scrunched up her fingers and toes once more, raising her hands and feet in the air like a housecat as she lied down on the ground. “But isn’t this the perfect time to play?”

“I still need to sleep…” he replied, rubbing his eyes. “And I can’t spoil you too much with paw rubs already. Just felt bad because you had a nightmare about me going missing…”

She let out a little huff, practically pouting. “Can we at least cuddle?”

Kazem returned to gradually lying down, taking advantage of her fluffy stomach. Her taut belly had some muscles and a bit of pudge, yet paradoxically remained fairly slender overall, befitting for her appearance similar to a snow leopard. “Doesn’t this already count?” he asked, letting out a sigh.

“Not in my mind…” she said with her tail swaying side to side. “How about you sleep in the palm of my hand instead?”

He sat up. “Oh? How would that work?”

Another mischievous, toothy smirk spread across her muzzle. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

Kazem watched on as she lowered an open palm next to his position once more. “Just don’t get too carried away again, you hear?”

She giggled again. “No promises!”

With a sneer, Kazem rose to his feet and stepped into her open palm. Things repeated like clockwork as she brought both of her hands together and curled her fingers around him. She scooted up against a treeline, repositioning herself for better back support. Farishta then placed him right in front of her muzzle and lips with her fingers partially restraining him… ultimately holding him in place right next to her fluffy face.

“I’m just so happy that you’re here with me…” she said with a low whisper, purring all the while. “Mmm. Kazem…”

He chuckled and spoke in a low tone. “Fari.”

Farishta closed her eyes and lightly nuzzled his torso, letting out another rumbling purr. Slight movements from her fingers continued to caress him as she slowly returned to sleep, occasionally giving the man light licks that darted around either his forearms or his head.

Kazem closed his eyes in turn, melting into her loving embrace as he surrendered himself to her…

A far more sweet dream where she could keep him close to her heart.