At the Feet of a Bunny-God

Hoshi asked me to write an essay about "how much you love your god and his powerful paws...the stench and taste...how low and pitiful you are to them...how much you worship them." In a half-hour or so, this is what I came up with. I think I've covered just about everything he asked for. :)

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While I may be a dragon, I still am nothing compared to a macro and his mighty paws, especially such a beautiful and powerful being as Hoshi. I love the massive bunny and his feet for their power, even their potent musk and flavor; I am nothing to such paws and worship them freely.

Words seem truly inadequate to convey my desire to spend the rest of my days at the almighty feet of Hoshi. Even the merest twitch of his toes could be fatal; he has a god's power over life and death. I can think of no better way to die than beneath the feet of my god, who towers far into the sky above me; I am no more than a tiny bug at his feet. There is nothing about his feet that I don't love. Even the powerful stench of his sweaty paws after several days or the taste of the filth they acquire is a gift from heaven itself, and I always regard cleaning his dirty paws with my tongue as both an honor and a great pleasure.

I am a mere bug to such a powerful being; I am not worthy of the pleasure Hoshi allows me to experience at his feet. I don't even deserve the joy of being crushed under his paw, to give my life beneath the mighty pads that I long to worship. I'd enjoy nothing more than to spend every waking moment at Hoshi's feet, licking and rubbing them, giving them as much attention as I can possibly lavish upon them, though they deserve far more than I, a tiny, worthless creature could ever hope to give.

Even now, I long to be at – or under – the feet of my master, Hoshi. There is nothing that would make me happier than being allowed to be in his presence, undeserving of it as I am. Even when I sleep, I dream of being at his paws, covered in the toejam between them, half-smothered in their scent, unable to taste, feel, or see anything else. As a mere insect to such a god-like, perfect creature, it is entirely at his will that I may experience this; I long for that moment and never wish to leave the presence of his feet.

Pawslaved: Quick and Dirty

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Done as a quick birthday present for Timanth, who absolutely loved it. Amazing what can be a birthday present for a suitably kinky bronze eastern dragon...

"So, it's your birthday, hmm, my dear bronze?" Shira muses, looking up at you, "I'll have to make it one that you can remember." With those few words, Shira's body seems to vanish into a massive burst of light, that quickly expands above you, reforming into the shape of the dragoness, who has become fully a dozen times your size! Where you once looked down to see the tiny iridescent dragoness, you can only see a massive wall of scales before you. With little warning or fanfare, shi lifts hir right foot above you, bringing it down atop your sinewy frame, pressing you against the ground. The dragoness's paw feels like it weighs tons, and it never occurs to you that shi's treading lightly, only using enough of hir weight to keep you pinned.

"You feel absolutely wonderful down there," Shira growls, rubbing hir paw heavily back and forth atop you, rolling you against the ground. "I think you can do more to make this enjoyable for both of us, though." Suddenly, you feel overpowered by an urge to start rubbing the paw above you, pressing your own hands into the firm surface, massaging the dragoness even as shi presses down more firmly onto your body, taking the air from your lungs. You strain to breathe in, but only can take in the overpowering musk of the dragoness' unwashed paw, which alone is nearly enough to make you gag. Shira feels your body protesting, and lifts hir paw up slightly, while bending over to look at you, smirking softly.

The massive paw shifts and grinds against your body, always with enough pressure to make you quite uncomfortable, but never enough to injure you, the dragoness taking great pleasure in simply testing your limits. Your bones strain to support the dragoness, your once brilliant scales getting torn from your skin, the ones remaining being stained with the grime that's accumulated on the bottom of the dragoness's paw. "Lick," shi commands, pressing one of those dirty toes into your snout. As you open your mouth to protest, to beg the dragoness to spare you that torment, you find your tongue sliding out and licking at the scales, the taste making you retch, but nothing comes forth, the dragoness somehow forcing you to keep every last bit of dirt and grime beneath hir toes within your body, the vile taste filling your muzzle and throat as it slides slowly toward your stomach.

Shifting a bit more weight off you, shi wriggles hir toes in front of you, showing you just how much work they need, now that you have enough light to actually see that the once white toes are brown with filth. Yet you can't stop yourself from licking them, and even find yourself starting to enjoy it, as you try desperately to pull away from the disgusting surface, but find your body unresponsive even as your brain screams internally. Shira notices the tortured look on your face and just laughs, leaning in closely, hir toothy grin filling your gaze. "By the way, I found a lovely little mind control spell that I thought would work well with you. Your mind, your body... your very essence is mine now, little one. You don't... mind, do you?" shi laughs cruelly, and you can only shake your head, even as you try to force your voice to beg for mercy, though even that has been taken away from you.

"Now," Shira says, splaying hir toes before you, "I want you to curl up around my toes, like a ring for each one of them. You're an eastern dragon so I'm sure you can stretch far enough to do it." Before shi even finishes speaking, you're curled around one and weaving around the rest, even as shi brings them together, forcing you to nuzzle between the overpoweringly-scented toes to get a grip on them. Once you've gone around all four of hir toes, your snout burrows back into one of those toe-crotches, where the scent is strongest and filth is deepest, and start licking at it again, taking more of it into your muzzle, making you shiver reflexively in disgust.

As you continue to lick, the dragoness stands up, putting quite a bit of weight upon the parts of your body beneath hir toes, before starting to walk. "Just keep going, my toe ring. I want those to be clean by the time I get home." All you can do is comply with the dragoness' command, as you feel your stomach become increasingly filled with the paw's grime, though you somehow keep all of it within you, even as it feels like you've taken in more than your own weight. Your senses start to blur as you continue to lick from the dragoness, this becoming increasingly 'normal' to you, the taste becoming slightly less offensive, but still makes your body want to escape. The rhythmic steps of the dragoness lull you almost into hypnosis, as you develop a robotic pace to your efforts, eyes glazing over. Indeed, your very essence belongs to the dragoness now, and you find yourself doing all that shi asks.

Sersar #05 - Submission

"Although I had a dreamless sleep that night, waking itself was my nightmare now. I don't remember exactly where or when I fell asleep, but I woke at dawn once again, to find myself surrounded by near-darkness. A deep breath was enough to confirm my surroundings, as was the soft, pillowy surface I found... my captor had placed me in his sheath for the night. Though I managed to peek my head out to confirm it was morning, I could not escape with the way his body was curled up, leaving me surrounded by his presence until he awoke and chose to acknowledge me again.

"I still don't know what came over me... perhaps I was just desperate and wanted to get out... perhaps his scent - strong in the air around me, given my position - was clouding my judgment... but I went back into his sheath and tried to rouse him, both physically and sexually. I rubbed myself against his soft flesh, and felt it stirring against me, pressing me back out towards the entrance of his sheath, even from my first efforts."

He pauses and takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment, "I am still a bit ashamed, but once again grew aroused from pleasuring someone many times my size, my own erection growing against his. I knew it was the same dragon from the previous day, just from the scent, but I found myself wanting more; I wanted another taste. I can't explain it; I just wanted it, more than anything else, in that moment. Nothing else seemed to matter.

"My efforts were being rewarded, as I was pressed free of the dragon's sheath, but I realized one problem with my plan: if I did not have enough room to simply crawl out, why did I think I would have room to ride his erection free? It was a few moments later that I found myself pressed against his stomach by his growing shaft, pinned firmly in place even as I tried to squirm free or arouse him further. My ribs were aching from the pressure, and my body felt like it was about to break... then I heard a low rumbling and everything shifted around me, as the dragon uncurled himself and I fell to the ground, next to his belly, with the tip of his length just above my head.

"I was free, but I was also unsure what I wanted to do. I was almost painfully aroused and did not want to leave myself frustrated either, so I continued to stroke his erection with one paw, my other on my own. Yet, somehow, it didn't seem right to do even that, like I shouldn't think of my own pleasure, only focusing on arousing another. It took a few moments to decide what I wanted to do next, but I soon jumped up and hugged around his length, pressing my front against it, including my erection. I used my entire body to stroke him, much like he had used me for previously, but entirely under my own power.

"It was like some bizarre exercise, as I pulled myself back and forward using my arms, my legs helping me brace myself on the log-like shaft, as I was just barely able to wrap myself around the thick length. Though I didn't know how long I could keep this up for, I was willing to do it long as I could, the aching between my legs building, even as the larger dragon's pre spilled forth. I glanced up to see he was still sleeping, and I couldn't help but wonder what effect I was having on his dreams, given his arousal.

"Given how events had been, I should have known that things wouldn't stay perfect forever. I lost myself in pleasuring him, only to find he wasn't lost in dreams the next time I glanced up at his muzzle. He grinned down at me and licked his muzzle, rubbing me with a finger when I paused to stare. 'Don't stop,' he mrrred at me, 'It was starting to feel good.' I didn't need another command, though I didn't know if fear or arousal was driving me now, as I felt both quite strongly. Regardless, I went on with the task of pleasuring the titan, as he laid back and growled in pleasure, while I growled with exertion, as I was nearing my limits.

"A few moments later, I collapsed in exhaustion, but only after the dragon had finally reached his peak, his seed shooting clear up to his chest as he lay there. I was too tired to climax, myself, but at least I had finished him off. I was happy for that much. The dragon moved a claw under me and deftly rolled me over into his paw, giving me a long, slow lick, tasting himself on me and grinning. 'You might like the rest of our little group, slut,' he mrrred, 'We always need someone to help us... relieve our tensions after a long, hard day...'

"With a chuckle he put me on the ground and pinned me with a toe, licking his muzzle in anticipation. 'Will you submit, insect? Be mine, and anyone else's who wishes to use you? Just nod as I doubt I'd ever hear your pathetic squeaking.' Those words will forever echo through my mind, as all I could do was nod slowly, sealing my fate, to be his for as long as he wished to keep me. How long that would be, I couldn't know, but as I'd already found out a single day could seem like an eternity..."

Sersar #04 - Discovery

"Even as I ran out, I could tell something was different, somehow. The sound of my footfalls in the cave, the feeling of the ground against my paws, even the scents around me were all subtly changed... perhaps it wasn't so subtle, but with the talking outside, I'd never have noticed." He shakes his head softly, "If I had just been paying more attention and hadn't rushed out that morning, things would never have gone as they did...

"But, in a blind bit of hope, I did run forth, my running only halted when I crashed into something that hadn't been there when I entered the cave. I was knocked onto my back, and what I saw turned my blood to ice for a moment. It was ... no, not the anthrodragon I'd seen earlier, in the village or in my dreams, but he appeared at least that large, his head filling the sky above me, and his feet easily twice the size of my body. That's when I finally looked around to see that he wasn't a giant, but I had taken on a insect's size instead. I looked to the side again, just in time to see his other foot settle to the ground onto just such an unfortunate bug, seeing and hearing it crunch to its death as the unwary dragon simply let his weight press it against the unforgiving earth. I knew I'd be lucky to hold up even that well if I were on the receiving end of a footstep.

"I started to walk backwards, trying to keep an eye on the titanic dragon before me, though he walked right over me, giving me a glance at every bit of his form as he walked into the cave I'd been in the night before, carrying a rather large bag with him. I followed in, having to run to just keep even within sight of him, though he fortunately stopped about fifty feet into the cave. Fifty feet that seemed like a third of a mile to me. 'Some haul today...' I heard the giant dragon say proudly, looking at what his sack contained, though the sound of metal clinking suggested it was worth quite a bit.

"That's when I made the single biggest mistake of my life - well, perhaps in retrospect it wasn't a mistake, but it certainly changed my life as much as anything else - and I climbed up onto the bag, to see what was inside. And I was noticed. And the larger dragon was not happy. I, mercifully, can't remember exactly what happened then, but I know he grabbed me in his paw and examined me, and once he realized I was also a dragon, despite being a thirtieth his size, his grin turned purely evil. He taunted me about all he could do to me, including the very things that happened to the entire village I once called home, and others he made clear he had every intention of doing to me.

"When he started doing things... my memory is all too clear of then. I was rather enjoying looking up at his slender-yet-powerful-as-god form, size alone forcing me to go along, whether I agreed with him or not... whether I tried to resist or not. And resisting is the first thing I tried as he lowered me to the ground, when I tried to leap away from him. He growled and placed his foot on me, pinning me effortlessly down, before demanding - of all things - a foot massage. At first I kept struggling, not caring if I lived or died, the pressure of that foot on my body roughly crushing the air out of me.

"Though as he kept rubbing that foot harder and harder on me to try urge me to obey just for fear of death, I was growing more aroused by it. I thank the gods he didn't notice, but as I felt that paw upon me, and breathed in that scent, I found myself wanting to massage it, in the hope he would continue, holding me under just less than crushing pressure as I gave him what he wanted in return. He let out a low purr as I started to rub, even nuzzling against his foot, making my insignificant presence felt as more than just a mere insect's, but something more enjoyable for him instead.

"I kept it up as long as he wanted me to, rubbing against whatever part of his foot I could reach, but always kept under that threatening pressure, so a mere twitch could have crushed me..." He shivers and purrrs for a moment, blushing again, "That was... incredible, but I was only half-finished. He placed his other foot on me and did the same, yet this foot had the remains of the bug he'd stepped on still smeared upon its surface, giving me an all-too-close view of what I could become if I ever displeased him. I had to massage through that, feeling the ... goo of the insect's remains on my paws and stomach as he kept the pressure upon me as I rubbed, enjoying my efforts, but not trusting I'd continue them if I had a choice not to... heh, if only he knew...

"He was enjoying my massage quite a bit himself, though, as I could just see his cock peeking out of his sheath by the time he'd worked me to his toes, and just breathe in some of his male scent from my position. He rubbed me more with his toes, then slowly pulled his foot away, grinning down at me. I don't know if he noted my own arousal, but he at least didn't mock me for it, unless his next actions were to poke fun at me for it. 'Now for you to rub something else...' he mused as he sat down with his legs outsretched, before using a paw to press his cock down towards me, leaving my head against his cocktip, a drop of pre dripping over my face and coating me.

"Despite the obvious risks, I kept rubbing and nuzzling at the enormous member pressing down on my body in pure desire, lust clouding my mind as I worshiped the flesh above me. The dragon was obviously enjoying my efforts, though he used his other paw to stroke himself, coaxing more and more pre into me, slickening me further. His cocktip started to slide and grind against my form once I had become wet enough, my scales and back getting scratched by the rough floor of the cave in the process, but at that moment I didn't care..."

He hangs his head a moment, though looks back up shortly. "When that was happening," he says hesitantly, "All I could think about was pleasuring him, getting him off, and enjoying myself in the process. And I was, as my own shaft slid against his flesh, yet I found it easy to focus on his arousal even though my own was painfully obvious, heat building between my legs, even as I felt the heat from my captor's shaft building, the pre growing thicker and hotter on my scales, almost burning me, but in that aroused state, everything was registering as just pure pleasure.

"That's when the larger dragon came, pulling back just far enough from me so the force of his cliamx wouldn't snap my neck, though it was still forced back hard. I felt as if I hit my own peak of pleasure as well; even though I didn't climax, I was still in ecstasy, pleasure coursing thorough my entre body, as if radiating from the seed that was covering my form. I mrrrred deeply as I looked up at the dragon still towering over me as he wiped the last of his seed from his cock, using the side of his bag to dry himself off. He left me there for the moment as he walked off, though I found myself waiting eagerly for his return...

"But, then, I realized what I was wishing for. I was wishing for another male, one larger than me, to merely use me for his pleasure. Why? Why did I want to get another, larger male off more than I wanted to do so to myself. I shivered as I watched the dragon tend to something outside the cave, talking to someone else, their voices echoing around me, though I was too distracted by my thoughts to care what they were talking about. What had I become? That's all I wanted to know..."