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Just something I wrote to kill time at work when I was moderately horny. Contains a combination of a lot of fetishes that I can't find nearly enough material for...
I yawned softly as I woke up, in a daze as usual. Sleeping into the afternoon mostly left me rather inattentive to my surroundings, so I didn't notice that some things were missing. Such as the roof, or the living room floor. Though I fell about fifty feet, my fall was cushioned by something warm, soft and... feathery?
Squeaking in surprise, I tried to fly away, but a hand surrounded me, trapping me in its grasp. Whatever this things was, it had to be big, if I was being held like a mere insect in its hand. A cold, chuckling noise shook my very bones, as my captor squeezed me between two thick fingers, eying me casually while still leaving me unable to escape. "I suppose you're wondering what's going on, aren't you little one?" He asked, and I nodded, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light again. "Well, you wanted me here, so I'm here. And you shall be my slave. I hope that's fine, because if it's not..." he let his voice trail off, instead squeezing me painfully tight between my fingers, my bones feeling ready to snap, "Well, you won't even live to regret it. So, do we have a deal?" I nodded rapidly, not daring to anger this giant, and not having the air to respond vocally.
Of course, I had no idea what was going on. I wanted him here? I could I have wanted someone that I didn't even know? What sort of slave was he talking about? The beast dropped me, letting me free-fall to the ground, black feathers rushing past my form as I plunged. I hit a hard, golden-yellow surface, before I rolled off it and landed in a heap on earth once again.
Though I was dazed, this was my best chance to look at the giant towering over me. I wouldn't guess his size for sure, though he had to be at least a hundred feet tall, perhaps even one-fifty. He was distinctly avian, though he seemed to be a blend of several predatory species; no truly defining characteristics caught my eye. He looked powerful, despite being rather lithe in build, some of that power owing to his sheer size and heritage. He stepped closer, making me more aware of his feet. They were surprisingly massive for a bird, with three forward toes and one rear one, forming a crushing grip if he felt like using it, a grip that I hoped to avoid being trapped in. When I looked up again, I found myself peering upwards into his feathery sheath, his maleness flaccid, but still capable of dwarfing my own, tiny form.
"Like what yo see?" the avian boomed, obviously aware of my gaze. I blushed and nodded, not daring to speak. The bird then crouched, leaving that sheath just over my head, his potent scent wafting toward me and further increasing my arousal. My own, comparatively feeble length slid forth, peeking from my maleslit, though the giant couldn't see it given the proximity of his genitals. He shifted again, bringing his sheath directly onto me, pinning me with the hot, heavy, feathery mass. I squirmed, trying to find air, stimulating the bird in the process. The limited air I could take in was filled with his musk, powerful hormones arousing me greatly, despite my fear of suffocating or being crushed beneath the heavy sheath, or the twin orbs beneath it.
Slowly, I made my way free, though it was little comfort. When I looked up, I saw his ebony shaft towering over me. It appeared to be about fourteen inches long, in scale to the avian, but that meant it was nearly six times my size. His erection was quite thick, even proportional to its length, and - like the rest of his body - didn't seem to belong to any one species. It tapered slightly toward the tip, but he had a massive knot about a quarter of the way down, and an even larger one near the base. Using one paw, the giant pressed his shaft forward, pressing me to the ground using his second, bigger knot.
Once again, I was pinned under musky flesh and left squirming. This time, the flesh was unyielding, hard as rock. I feared being crushed even more now, as the pressure increased, but soon relented to allow me to catch my breath. I was dazed from the lack of oxygen, then a sense of vertigo overtook me as the titan stood again, looking over me. "Let me make clear that you are mine," he said coldly, aiming his cocktip at me while he slowly stroked himself. I was expecting a shower of white, but instead received one of gold, as I was unceremoniously urinated upon.
It was like being caught in a waterfall, or several fire hoses, the torrent swiftly pinning me flat against the ground. Some of the fluid seeped into my maw, the taste not unlike hot salt-water, slightly bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. I was forced to swallow it entirely for lack of another option. Though it was only half a minute before he finished, it felt like half an hour, as the acidic fluid stung my scales. All I could see around me was the golden shade of piss; I could no longer even see the avian towering over me.
For nearly another minute I was left lying there. I didn't know why. Did the avian just want to further humiliate me by leaving me pinned by the weight of urine alone? Did he want me to drown? Did he just not see me? Did he intend to just leave me steeping in his fluids so I'd smell even more strongly when freed? Whatever the case, I soon felt something around me. I couldn't see what, even as I felt four things curling about my form and pulling me free. Gasping for air and coughing up a bit of fluid, I didn't immediately recognize my "savior" as the bird's right foot, which soon dropped me on dry ground and pinned me beneath it. "Since I had to dirty my foot to save your pathetic life, you're going to clean it. I suggest you work quickly, before I get bored."
Given the option of licking the paw clean or being crushed beneath it, the licking option took on a distinct appeal. I couldn't deny that this was arousing. I've had plenty of fantasies about doing this sort of thing. But I didn't dare make that known, lest he put me into a situation that I wouldn't enjoy. I made a show of grimacing in disgust at the taste. The paw had a fairly strong taste, though I suspect that the urine had washed the worst of it away, leaving a decidedly pleasant combination of filth, if such a contradiction is even possible. Regardless, my efforts were enough to keep my captor happy, as he cooed deeply and wriggled his toes above me, reminding me of how little effort it would take to be flattened beneath his vast foot.
I tried to be quick, though I didn't dare miss a spot either, lest the avian's powerful eyes notice any tiny flecks I missed. I had to work from the center of the paw upward, unable to get to the lower claw with the way the macro had me pinned to the ground, but I still rubbed with my tail to try please him. I licked along the ridges of the scales, even sliding my tongue between a few, being as thorough as the avian's limited patience would allow. As I reached the toes, I could finally look up, and could see the giant stroking his shaft with a feathery paw, even as he glared down at me. Somewhat encouraged, I continued on, licking along and between the toes. The taste was stronger here, as the toes bore the full brunt of his weight with his steps, though my sense of taste was being numbed by the grime already filling my maw.
"Good toy..." the giant rumbled, squeezing me briefly between his toes. It was enough to force the air out of me, leaving me to gasp in a breath of his scent, his feet smelling strongest, but his arousal noticeable as well, as a few drops of pre started to splash to the ground near my head. He noticed how close he was to me and shifted his aim, such that the next drop hit me directly on the snout, leaving my head soaked in his hormones, the scent alone enough to arouse me once again. My maleness started to slide forth,.despite my efforts to keep my erection at bay, not wanting to encourage the macro above me. I didn't want to know what he planned to do if he noticed how aroused I was, and tried to keep myself concealed using his foot, licking fervently along his toes, breathing in his scents.
My act seemed to be working, at least until he lifted his foot up, leaving me completely exposed. "So, enjoying yourself?" he said. I'd swear he was grinning, if that were possible with a beak. "Me too." With that, he brought his other paw atop me, again leaving me pinned down, though this time he pressed harder, making it impossible for me to move, my body reflexively struggling to get free. "That's right, little one, squirm for your life..." I certainly wasn't arguing, not that I had the breath to do so, as I was slowly pressed into the earth, my bones straining painfully under the weight, but not breaking. He relented after a moment, only to rub his paw over me, wiping some of the dirt off on my scales, this paw much worse as his piss hadn't rinsed it off earlier. "Now, get to work, before I get off."
I didn't dare argue with him, though being pinned under his hot paw again was arousing enough where I wouldn't complain even if I could have. Still, it took quite a bit more effort to clean his paw this time, my licks having much less of an effect, each scale needing several passes to get cleaned. The avian pressed down occasionally to remind me of my place, and of his threat, occasionally making a grunt of pleasure. Each time he pressed down, his foot rubbed against my own erection, my pre being smeared against his paw in, the fluid actually helping my progress along. It took twice as long for me to clean this paw, my senses overwhelmed with the taste, scent, and feel of his foot, before I finally reached his toes, and had light once more.
The toe-crotches before me were nearly black with built-up muck, the avian giving me that same-near grin as I gasped in horror at the sight before me. I whimpered and reached up with a paw to try wipe some of it away, but I was only trod upon painfully again. "Use your tongue, bitch," he ordered, getting more aggressive, "Or I'll personally remove any other limb you use. I want to see you loving every moment you have your snout coated, too." I only nodded, terrified to respond otherwise, before leaning my snout in and starting to nibble at the mess before me, cringing as the potent, dirty taste filled my maw. I was forced to bite into the mess - it was too thick to lick - and I nearly choked each time I tried to swallow.
As I continued my efforts, the giant decided to just make things worse for me, squeezing his toes together and forcing my snout to the scales beneath the grime, leaving my entire head encrusted with a thick layer of toe-jam. I was able to resist vomiting only due to the pressure still around my muzzle, forcing my maw to remain shut until after I had my body under control again. As the toes relaxed, the macro looked down at me, laughing as my head was now black, and his scales were nearly clean. I whimpered as I finished the job, looking up at him pleading, hoping for mercy. The macro seemed to notice my gaze and awwed, though it seemed sarcastic, insincere. "What's the matter, is my little plaything out of breath? Here, let me help you with my last toe..." he said, leaning over to grip my tail between two fingers.
I was too humiliated and afraid to resist, as I felt those thick fingers squeezing around my tail. He moved me so that I was being dangled just below his remaining toecrotch, my tail sticking up between. He lifted me slightly, so that my legs were between his toes, then squeezed them together together painfully, the filth between his toes making a sickening squelch as it pressed around my body. I nearly cried as he pulled me painfully slowly up between the toes, grime collecting along my body and under my scales, leaving me a disgusting brownish-black, smelling like his feet, and with no way of cleaning any of it off. The macro was using his free paw to stroke himself off all the while.
"Now, to punish you for needing my help once again..." he said, letting his voice trail off as he lifted my form along his body, still dangling me by my tail, as if he wouldn't degrade himself by letting his fingers touch the grime coating my body, despite having no qualms about treating me so. I didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing, as I was brought past his knees, then his testicles, eventually being left just above his cock, looking into the pulsing slit beneath me. "Get me off before you get all the way down and I'll let you go.." he said, using his free paw to spread his cockslit open before just dropping me inside snout-first.
In an instant, my world became completely dark. I was surrounded by hot, wet flesh, gripping me tightly, hungrily. While the pre helped to wash my body clean, it clung to my body in much the same way, the slippery fluid aiding my decent. I was surprised to find I could still breathe, despite pre nearly filling the shaft, the avian musk potent enough to keep me painfully hard, as I found myself humping the inside of his own shaft. Even though I had every reason to fear for my life, my arousal alone was enough to compel me to arouse the giant, as my paws and tail started to rub about inside, using the plentiful pre as lubricant.
I had no idea where I was or how I was doing, though I felt something gripping around me as the macro started to paw himself off again. Each stroke he made sent me flying up and down his length, my body stimulating him from inside as he stroked himself outside. I found myself licking at the fluids around me without even realizing what I was doing at first, my mind seeming to shut down just to focus on pleasure. Then, just as suddenly as I was squeezed, I was released, sent down to the very base of his shaft. I felt a muscle opening beneath me, just enough to draw me deeper, before sealing behind me. Another, smaller tube opened, pulling me inside just as hungrily as the avian shaft had earlier, as I was drawn steadily lower, the scent of male filling the air around me.
Even though I couldn't see where I was, it all became quite obvious as I was let loose in a pool of thick, creamy fluid. I was sloshed back and forth, the avian cum coating my scales as he continued to paw off above me. I felt the seed starting to soak into my scales, some of it even getting into my entrances. My body was growing warmer, the seed starting to tingle a bit around me. I saw no reason to hide my arousal now, as I started to stroke myself within the giant testicle, seed serving as my lube. I growled in pleasure, feeling more of the seed cling to me, seeping between my scales, completely and utterly drenching me as I grew steadily warmer.
All of the last hour's activities were finally too much for me, as I cried out in orgasm, my seed mingling with the avian's. Though it was my most powerful climax in quite some time, my seed was completely lost to the pool engulfing my body, never to be noticed by the giant who had consumed me. As I came off my peak and my senses recovered, the tingling of seed around me had become a painful burning, as if my scales were on fire. I cried out again, this time in agony, as I felt my scales starting to dissolve, my entire body fading away as it too was melted into seed. I wasn't even a significant increase in the giant's load, I realized; just a few extra drops of cum among gallons of the fluid. The last thing I felt before I faded into oblivion was the giant orb squeezing around me, the avian screeching out his climax, my now liquefied form coming up with the rest of his seed...
So, how am I typing this? I believe that's a story for another time...
