Originally posted to SoFurry on January 5, 2022.
During a recent convention, I met Stuart the rat. We had a pleasant conversation about the sort of thing we’d enjoy doing with each other if we were actually our fursonas. The conversation stuck in mind and I turned it into this story. Themes of teasing around size differences abound.
#male #duo #consensual #feet #musk #masturbation
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“So, Stuart, what makes a little rat like you want to be around a lizard like me?” Sovrim asked deviously. “I know you’re… curious about a few things, aren’t you?”
Stuart looked up at Sovrim and blushed slightly. The rat was just barely half the amphibian’s height, standing under five feet tall compared to Sovrim’s nine feet. “Well…” Stuart started to say, while trying to think of what to say next.
That pause was allowed to linger for a few moments, before Sovrim crouched down and gave the rat a headpat. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Given some of our mutuals, I’m going to guess you’re into…” Sovrim only paused briefly for effect, punctuating it with a smirk, “Maws, paws, and micros?”
Despite Sovrim being the half-chameleon, Stuart was the one changing color, as that blush deepened. There was a quick nod from the rat in response to that list, met with a chuckle from the hybrid above. “Well, well, in that case, where do I begin with you?” Sovrim leaned forward and give the mammal a lick on the nose. “A shame you’re not smaller, really. I could use a snack. Just one slurp…” The amphibian flicked their tongue out again, bapping the rat’s snout more forcefully. “One swallow,” a statement punctuated by an exaggerated gulp. “And you’ll keep me full. At least for a few minutes.”
Sovrim stood back to their full height, making sure they were looming directly above the rat. They pushed Stuart’ head against their slit, giving it a firm rub. “Instead, I’m just going to play up the size difference we do have. I’m gonna make you feel nice and small. In fact…” Sovrim reached down and lifted the mammal onto the bed, pushing him onto his back. “Gonna just leave you pinned down under me. Just what you want, isn’t it? Pinned beneath a big lizard, left just thinking about my size and how easily I can play with you?”
Stuart found his voice and responded, “Uh huh… just wanna be under your feet all night.”
“Oh, these?” Sovrim said, climbing onto the bed and shoving their right foot against the mammal’s face. The scent wasn’t overwhelming, but it was certainly there, building slowly with each huff the rat took of the amphibian’s musk. “You wanna be right under these all night long? Pinned right here,” Sovrim said, pressing a finger beneath their foretoes, “Snug and safe, but also getting covered in sweat as I enjoy the con and nobody even knows you’re down there?”
“Yeah, yeah, wanna be under your toes…” Stuart replied, before taking another breath of the hybrid’s toes. The amphibian was happy to indulge, pressing their foot down firmly and pinning the rat’s head to the bed, holding it there for a few long moments. The pressure kept the mammal’s mouth shut, but the toes lifted just enough to allow for some deep breaths there. No breathing without taking in the scent of those feet.
“You wish I had a shrink ray, don’t you?” Sovrim said, moving themselves back down the rat’s body. The lizard kneeled with their cock pressed against the rat’s. The difference in the size of their cocks was even greater than that of their height, but Sovrim wasn’t going to tease the rat about it. Instead, the lizard used their hands to take a firm grip on both cocks, starting to masturbate the both of them. “I’d make you… oh, what would you say, half an inch tall?”
There was a squirm of pleasure, but also a headshake. “Not that small…” Stuart pleaded. “Maybe a few inches? Leave me enough size you can feel me. You can enjoy me.”
“And enough size that you’re absolutely pinned under my toes, hmm? Instead of having to hold on, you’re just pressed right under them, casually getting musk trampled into you for hours on end.” Sovrim kept stroking the two of them, steadily picking up that pace. “You wanna stink like my feet for the rest of the con, huh? Maybe even the rest of the week?”
That was more like it. The mammal gave another squirm and moan in reply. “Yeah, gonna smell like you all week…”
“Mmhmm, that’s it. Just give in to enjoying that thought, little mammal…” Sovrim said. They reached back to grab their footwear—a pair of minimalist sandals that could accommodate the unusual shape of their feet—and stuck one of those insoles right against the mammal’s face. “This is where you’d be, isn’t it? Right in here?” The worn sandals had long-since yielded to the amphibian’s steps, leaving clear, darkened indents of their toeprints. Even though the shoes had been set aside half an hour ago, the insoles were still noticeably damp and the hybrid made sure to rub that scent into the rat’s nose.
“Yeah!” Stuart replied, followed by another moan. “Shrink me and put me right in there. Under your toes, under your steps, covered in your sweat and scent and…” Sovrim kept jerking off the both of them, grinning at the rat’s increasingly lusty thoughts. They leaned back to rub the tips of both their own and their partner’s cock together, picking up some more precum to serve as lube.
“You gonna get off? You wanna get off like you were just humping my toes while I’m walking on you? You know I’d make you clean it up too, along with all that sweat down there. It’d be a lot for someone tiny to handle, but I’m sure you’d be cute while you’re trying…”
That last bit of teasing was enough to send the rat over the edge. He tried to talk but, instead, a few incoherent sounds of pleasure were followed by a few spurts of cum onto his stomach. Sovrim kept jerking him off until there was nothing left to give, before slowly letting the rat go to enjoy the afterglow. Sovrim then slid back off the bed and nuzzled between the rat’s legs, taking a few long, slow licks to help clean up the mammal. While Stuart basked in that haze of pleasure, Sovrim kept jerking themselves off, enjoying the scent of the room and their own thoughts of being underfoot themselves, until they too had shot their load into a conveniently placed towel.
With their lusts satisfied, Sovrim got back up and gave Stuart a gentle pat on the head. “Well, it seems you really do like being a cute little rat, don’t you?” There was nothing but playfulness in Sovrim’s voice, and a small, toothy grin to go along with it. Stuart nodded and took Sovrim’s hand, getting himself back up. “You know I’d do it, too, if I could. Would be cute seeing you as a mess after a long night. But, well, in the meantime you’ll just have to enjoy the scent of my feet still rubbed into your nose for the rest of the night, instead of actually being underfoot all night.”
And the rat would indeed get that opportunity. Courtesy of the ongoing mask requirements, the rat would have to huff that scent for another couple of hours, the scent recirculating for the rest of the evening. It was much like being underfoot: A scent that only he got to indulge in, unaware to the surrounding crowds. Just the sort of thing he’d wanted.