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So this started as a single drawing, then became a drawing with two versions, then became two versions of a drawing with a story in only one of them, then became two versions of the drawing each with their own version of the story...
And here's the other, cleaner version
Happy New Years uwu
The Story Contains: Footpaw, Musk, Sweat, Micro/Macro, Footwear Trapping, Unwilling prey, Unaware pred.
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*THUD- thud- THUD- thud- THUD-*
That was all he could hear. All there was to hear.
Fritos. Old socks. Musk.
That was all he could smell. All there was to smell.
Immeasurable weight. Humidity. A heat that contrasted with the cold outside, and which would be comfortable if not for all the aforementioned.
That was all the little Lycanroc could feel inside of the Shinx's sock and boot, his laying body wedged between the toes' pawpads and the main pawpad. A situation that resulted from a really unfortunate succession of events.
The cold of winter isn't the best for a micro, you know? If they don't manage to find some way to travel south, then their only option for survival during these months is to sneak into some macro's home and hope to not be found.
And you guessed it, that was the case for our little Lycanroc friend.
The little guy had finally found his way into a building's ventilation system right as the first snowflake fell on the ground, and traveling through the laberynthine ducts had led him into a Shinx's apartament, a place where he could comfortably spend the next few months. Hiding away under any of the furniture while the macro was inside, and wandering around looking for food while he was away. The food may have not been the most abundant, as the Shinx tried to keep his place clean, but the Lycanroc could still find enough to avoid going hungry. He could call himself lucky... aaand it seems the universe had to balance that out a little bit.
After a few weeks living in the apartment, the micro found himself waking up shivering in a particularly cold morning. He wasn't at a risk of freezing, but the sooner he could find something to warm him up, the better. The giant hadn't woken up yet, so the Lycanroc decided to leave his hiding spot under the bed and inmediately headed towards the chest of drawers in the other side of the bedroom. The micro already had a spot he would usually go to when the cold became too much. He wasn't very proud of it, but he was headed to the socks' drawer.
It was the lowest of the drawers, and the little guy had found some holes behind the chest that could allow him access whenever he wanted. All of the Shinx's clean socks were neatly stored in there, and for someone as small as this wolf pokemon, those things were like giant sleeping bags. Not only were most of them good at keeping the heat inside, but they were all so soft and had a slight flowery fragance to them, a result of the Shinx's favorite detergent. The only reason it wasn't his usual sleeping spot is because he didn't want to risk being found, although, for whatever reason he didn't remember seeing the Shinx open that drawer in the last few days.
Anyways, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to even get there this time, as he had only gotten out from under the bed and his legs didn't want to move any longer, shaking too much from the cold. He considered going back to hiding and waiting for the temperature to rise during the course of the day, but as he turned back he noticed something that could help him right now.
Next to the bed were laying a pair of socks that belonged to the macro. They seemed to be the pair that were used the day before, which meant they probably weren't the cleanest things ever, but the numbing cold he was feeling through his body convinced him that it wouldn't hurt to check. The wolf mon got closer to the pieces of clothing, and indeed, it did smell like they were used. In fact, it actually smelled like they were used many times, but that wouldn't make much sense considering how clean the giant had seemed to be during all this time. Maybe he just had stinkier feet than expected? In any case, the micro now found himself having to make an important choice: Could he bear the freezing cold by himself, or should he suck up his pride and try to warm up by the not-so-flowery smelling fabric?
Once again, the numbing sensation of his toes and fingers seemed to choose for him. "Ugh, fine. Just for a moment, then get to the drawer." He walked around one of the socks, until he found its opening, and with a reluctant expression, he made his way in.
There wasn't any need to go too deep inside that thing, he just stayed at the entrance of the clothing piece and let the insulating fabric do its job, like a giant bed cover, all of this while breathing through his mouth obviously, to avoid making the situation more unpleasant than needed.
The "blanket" that surrounded him was more comfortable than what he would like to admit, he only planned to stay there for a few minutes to warm up enough to keep walking, but he found himself delaying his exit more and more, the cold of the outside seeming more like the truly unpleasant thing. After 20 minutes of "five more minutes", the little guy ended up falling into a slumber. One he would only wake up from when hearing the Shinx exclaim: "Darn it! I'm late!"
The startled wolf opened his eyes and took an instinctive breath through his nose. "Yuck! What the-? Oh, right..."
Embarrassed of having fallen asleep there of all places, he carefully stuck his head out to check his surroundings. He could see how the macro he lived with was in a hurry to get ready to go out. The micro considered running under the bed, but decided against it, the risk of being found probably was smaller if he just stayed where he was. The sock he was in was already used, so there wasn't any real concern of being picked up, he would just wait for the giant to leave the apartment.
It had been messy start of the day, but the Shinx was finally ready to go. Keys, wallet, scarf, laptop, and he could buy some breakfast on his way to work. He opened the door ready to set off and... he looked at his bare paws. "Right, boots. Put on your damned boots idiot." At least it didn't take him until he was walking on the snow to notice. He practically jogged towards his drawers and picked up a pair of socks, when he suddenly remembered what he had been doing for the last two weeks.
You see, this Shinx was in a relationship with an Arcanine, who right now was on a trip with his family, and the Shinx wanted to do something for when he came back. Prideful canine that he was, the fire dog pokemon was an enjoyer of particularly strong smells. Said in a less fancy way, the guy liked musk, wether his or others', which was kind of the opposite of the electric feline, who prefered to stay clean and neat. However, since the Shinx was well aware of the likings of his boyfriend, he had decided to give him a small surprise by getting a pair of his own socks as musky as he could. To achieve this he had been using the same pair everyday lately, something he normally wouldn't do, but that he didn't really mind much if it meant getting one of those dorky smiles out of that dummy. It was just a little thing he could do for the Arcanine.
Remembering this, he put back the clean pair he had picked up and looked towards the floor next to his bed, and there they were, the pair of clothing chosen for this unorthodox gift, laying right next to his boots. He sat on his bed and grabbed one of the socks with his fingertips. He was about to hold it closer to his face to give it an instinctive sniff but inmediately decided against it. He would give a quick sniff to a clean pair before using them because he liked the detergent he used on them, but he was certain that this one wasn't going to smell like flowers.
He opened the sock and slid his right foot in, shuddering a bit while trying to ignore the lack of freshness in the material.
"Ugh" The shinx said to himself "Just... a few more days... then back to clean socks like a normal person"
Yet another shiver went down his back right after the previous one when he finished putting on the sock and felt something fuzzy under his toes. What the hell was that? A fold of the sock? Lint? You know what... he didn't want to know. Not only that, but he didn't have time to be thinking about this, he was late for work!
He picked up the other sock and put it on much quicker this time, not giving himself time to gross out anymore, and jumped into his boots to finally start his day. The little stowaway however, had all the time in the world to be grossed out.
With a sudden jolt the smaller creature felt he was ascending several floors very fast, but simultaneosly felt himself descending into the sock until he reached its bottom. What was going on? Why was he being picked up? Was he going to be put in the laundry? Or was he going directly into the washing machine? No! But the guy was getting ready to leave wasn't he? Why was this happening to him? He had to get out of there.
Unstable surface that he was in, it was difficult to hold firmly onto the sock to try and climb out of it, but it didn't take long for the wolf to see something that let him know that he shouldn't even bother, something was sliding into the sock from atop, something he didn't expect and he didn't want to see: the bare paw of the macro whose home he inhabited.
Five pink pads were quickly filling his entire field of vision, four of them each bigger than his head, the last one bigger than his body. The beans were of a bright pink color and looked incredibly soft to the touch, a view that even the micro would think of as cute... in any other situation. The softness of the pawpads was something he could verify just one moment later, as the walls of flesh that were the toe pads made contact and began pushing his back against the used cloth. As soft and nice to the touch as they were, the tiny wolf knew that the moment actual pressure and weight was added to them, he would be inmediately crushed.
Luckily (?), only a bit of wiggling was needed to roll away from the plant of the toe pads and slip into the crevice that separated the set of smaller beans from the main paw pad, basically under the toes' arcs. He was just the right size to fit in and this position meant that any pressure added on top him when a step was taken, was instead absorbed by the beans that hugged him tightly from all sides. Facing him was a mini jungle of paw floof that filled the crevice and that he was very glad to find out to be clean, even though he could still smell the sock that now surrounded both him and the paw. Said sock could still be felt, its used fabric touching his back, and it served as the barrier that now separated him from freedom, but it wouldn't be the only one for long.
A second, way more oppressive barrier began to slide around the sock and foot, snuffing out the little light the micro could still perceive. He tried to think of any other explanation, any option that could be more optimistic, but only one think made actual sense, the Shinx had put on footwear. He was staying there, no questions asked, no options available.
The next second came along with a tease for the next several hours: a sudden increase in pressure from all sides. Weight came from above and the only reason it hadn't killed the tiny under it was because said weight was supported by the toe pads around him. Said toepads were flattened in response, which made them compress around the micro's form. All of this was, of course, happening on top of an unwashed sock's underside, which was on top of a boot's sole, which rested on the floor's unmovable surface through the duration of this second. So to sum it up, great forces were coming from all sides, all of them unwilling to give in, and in the middle of it all, was the wolf who survived out of his privileged position and the natural softness of the materials around him. The signs weren't lying, this was indeed a step, one experienced from an unconvencional point of view
After this one step ended, all the pressure lifted along with the little mon, only to then crash down back to the previous position. Then it all was lifted again, then it all went down again. A very clear loop had started. He was first partaking into someone else's step, and now into someone else's walk.
And that was it. That was all he could figure out to be happening. From this point onwards, the micro couldn't have an idea of anything else that took place outside. It felt as if the real world was very far away. Not only had lights been turned off for him entirely, but everything he could perceive with any other sense was limited to what was inside of the boot with him.
His sense of hearing? It was only stimulated by the stomping sound produced when he crashed down, along with a muffled version of it when he was about to be lifted. Maybe the other foot's step? Was this going to be his only reminder of how there was more to the world beyond this chamber?
*THUD- thud- THUD- thud- THUD-*
That was all he could hear. All there was to hear.
His sense of smell? What did you expect? He was at the deepest part of this stinky cloth, now inside a boot that did not allow new air to pass, and accompanied by a footpaw far greater than his own existence and which, while clean, was always at a risk of starting to sweat and naturally worsen the smell. This same risk is what stopped the tiny from breathing through his mouth as much as he would prefer it. With that bush of black fluff against his face, he would just get a mouthful of fur, and then, what if sweat did start to pour? I mean, look at his luck so far... he was not tasting someone else's sweat. He had to salvage as many of his senses as possible. So there he was.
Fritos. Old socks. Musk.
That was all he could smell. All there was to smell.
His sense of touch? Overwhelmed by paw. What? How do you overwhelm your sense of touch? By getting inside a goddamned giant boot while it's being used! Let's begin with the not-so-bad parts. A feline paw was the only thing in direct contact with him, in every direction, except for the sock on his back. So the feeling of either soft fabric, floofy fur, or plumb skin was pressed against every inch of his smaller body, all the time. It wasn't *bad*, just... clausthrophobic, and he felt really selfaware of his size and position and... speaking of position, he couldn't change it in the slightest. It was as if being buried or tied up, by the most comfortable of ropes of course, but still...
Then there the not-so-good parts. The weight on top of him would increase for a moment before leaving and coming back, and yeah he survived thanks to all the cushioning in the vicinity, but that didn't mean the pressure was unfelt. It was mitigated efficiently enough to be harmless, but oh boy, he sure did think sometimes that his heart didn't have enough space to beat. At least this organ had eventually managed to coordinate with each step. He was uh... adapting?
What was changing too quickly for him to adapt was the humidity; each breath taken, each minute gone by, the little wolf was starting to sweat in the middle of winter, the heavy and clogged air allowing for it, helped of course by the natural body warmth of the paw. This heat was everything the wolf pokemon could've asked for earlier that morning, so cozy, so different from anything he should be going through in this time of the year. Yet, he wasn't being allowed to enjoy it, because of all he was experiencing right now. Maybe if it was one thing at a time, then he may enjoy it, but as of now, all of this together, without stop, he just couldn't. This heat, it just kept reminding him how close he was to a macro, how helpless he had to be if he was this close to one. Heck, he was already sweating from being this close to him, and how long would it take for this giant to sweat as well? This place was going to get even worse!?
Immeasurable weight. Humidity. A heat that contrasted with the cold outside, and which would be comfortable if not for all the aforementioned.
That was all the little Lycanroc could feel...
He wanted out...
But that would have to wait. For now, he could only calm himself down, try to rationalize things so he could tell himself something that could put him at ease. At least he wasn't found... heh. This guy is so busy being all big and stuff he doesn't even notice the extra company. The pressure applied on him was never reaching the point of being painful, that was good, it helped him try to detach and maybe he could reach sleep. And the risk of giant sweat... well, this was the coldest season of the year, right? And a macro wouldn't be so sensible to the temperature of his own shoe. So this was going to be as bad as it could get,it had to be, he reassured in his mind. This wouldn't get worse.
...
The Shinx finally had come back home after a long day. It was the worst. The thermostast at his workplace broke, but it couldn't have just broken and turned off the heating like any normal thermostast would, oh no, this one broke and kept the temperature high enough that he spent the whole day sweating in winter. What the hell? Some equipment must've been damaged at that point. Not like he would feel bad about it, since just asking for a break outside resulted in his boss telling him how sad it would be to have to say goodbye to him. Some of his coworkers did enjoy the heat, and good for them, but the Shinx firmly believed that there are only so many layers of clothes you can take off when it's too hot. Anyways, that was over for today and at least it looked like they were fixing it while he was leaving.
He got an uber to take him quickly and avoid getting sick from the cold in the streets, and now he was home. He was still sweating a bit so his priority was to undress to take a shower. He started by kicking off his boots, then scrunching and stretching his toes in relaxation before the stentch hit him.
- "Yeugh! I had- blegh- ...forgotten." He then removed his socks as well. "I swear if that dumbo repeats that I barely smell of anything I'll... make him eat these." The insult inmediatelly backfired as the tought made him dry heave instead. That... orange furball is gonna be into that aswell isn't he?
He put each sock into one of the boots before discarding them on the floor, as he was too tired to be dealing with that right now, and he began undressing.
...
The boot was being taken off... Finally!! By now the wolf had started to consider the idea that this footwear was going to serve as his coffin. The pressure decreased and the light, air and cold of the outside rushed to meet with the micro, even if the sock was still there to diminish their impact, but this was enough for now. He was better than before.
Just what the hell was going on earlier? As the day progressed, the inside of the boot got way hotter than what someone's body heat should be capable of doing. But it was supposed to be freezing outside! Talk about global warming. Or was he just so small he had become extrasensitive to the temperature? Nope, it wasn't just his perception, otherwise that massive paw wouldn't have started to pour its own sweat on him. It had started small, leading the micro to believe it was his own abundant sweat spread around the skin and fur around him. But more and more liquid kept appearing, and he had not drunk enough water for this to be all of his making. It had to be a joke. Getting stuck underfoot wasn't enough, nor was it being stuffed into a dirty sock and hugged by a giant radiator, but it was also necesary for him to take a bath in someone else's sweat. Needless to say, his mouth remained tightly sealed and the smell never got better.
But that was over for now. It had been who knows how long in there, but he was outside of the boot, and that was enough of an improvement for now. He could actually relax, even if for a second... and then those toes tried to murder him. That's how it felt, they were squishing his brains out, along with squishing their sweat out like one would do to a rag that absorved too much water. Turns out that little gap he was hidden in was not as safe when the toes were trying to srunch. The deafening sound of bones cracking and popping didn't help either. Good thing the toes' embrace didn't take long to loosen up.
With the toes now spread during a stretching movement, the Lycanroc's form, slick with sweat, easily slipped out of that accursed paw and fell against the not-better-off sock he was still a prisoner of. He would be crushed if the paw stepped down now, but what happened next instead was the departure of that footpaw from the insides of the unwanted cloth, a sight reminiscent of their grand entrance from earlier, just... in reverse. Also its cute shape wasn't fooling anyone anymore, the wolf despised it.
The sock and the wolf within it were then thrown into a familiar darkness, and they crashed down one last time on the ground. The micro was spent, he didn't want to move anymore, ever again. But he had learned the lesson from a moment ago: he wasn't allowed to let his guard down. Getting out of the boot wasn't good enough, and neither was getting away from the paw. This wasn't the time and place to rest, he couldn't risk it, he had to get out of there. Now!
...
After he was done getting undressed, the Shinx had to fight the urge to throw those filthy sock into the laundry basket, where the rest of today's clothes were, and be done with this dumb gift. Ugh... but them he thought about that dummy, how much he missed him, even tho it hadn't been that long and he would be back so soon, and how the Arcanine's snoot would tickle him when the big guy tried sniffing under his arm, and how happy he looked while doing so. The Shinx chuckled to himself. Maybe he didn't get the appeal but... sure, why not, just a little longer. But that dog better does not expect this to become an habit!
At the very least he was going to pick up the socks and boots to put them somewhere they wouldn't bother, as he just left them discarded on the floor and didn't want to have to touch them again after his shower. Reluctantly, he got close to one of the boots, a sock peeking out of it, and when he was about to touch them, he perceived a movement that should not be there. This sock was indeed, moving, even if just a little bit, confusing the lynx pokemon. When he realized that the movement came from a certain lump inside of the sock, a small shriek came out him and he fell backwards on his butt, thinking it was an insect, which frightened him as dumb as it may sound. Unable to pray his eyes apart from the sock in fear of losing sight of the bug while trying to remember where he had left the insecticide, he was able to see the little critter escaping from inside of the wet fabric, and his confusion returned inmediately.
It was... a pokemon, like him. Not a bug-type or one that would normally be this small, but this one looked just like one of those red lycanroc, which as far as he knew, should be taller than himself. So this was... a micro? He had never seen one before, it looked almost fake, but there it was, moving and gasping for air. Wait, why was it coming out of his boot?
He didn't expect to see a micro up close, but much less had he expected to see one crawling out of a sock, a stinking one he had just been using nonetheless. Why would anyone want to get close to that thing? Much less when you're that small. Only a freak like his boyfriend would ever dare to go... towards... oh... Oh!! So... uh, this was awkward.
They... were still people after all... just smaller. It's safe to assume they can also want... things like that. And this one was a canine too so... it checks? Seriously, what's the appeal? Do they think there's actual cheese in there? The Shinx shuddered. So.. was he supposed to get mad now or...? Whose privacy was getting violated? Should he look away while... or was he done already? It did look tired. The little thing sure was eager, he had just taken those off a pair of minutes ago, even the Shinx himself was still sweating a bit.
The feline's mind began wandering. It would've been a smarter move to get in the socks during the night, without any risk of ever being seen. Although, depending on the little one's sleeping schedule, the risk could've been to ensure not falling asleep and overstay its welcome by accident, lest he also liked getting stomped to death. Well, death would be an exaggeration, it wouldn't have time to go that far in that hypothetical situation, since any normal person would notice the feeling of a furry thing at the bottom of their sock the moment they put it on... WAIT!
The lynx pokemon gasped audibly when a short, unimportant memory came to his mind. Said mind got quickly filled with conclusions with almost no basis behind them, but that he couldn't shake away.
He... was in there? He was in there! While... no, that couldn't have been. He would've noticed... but he did noticed! He just had ignored it... all day. The Shinx focused on the tiny below. It was drenched in sweat, and looked so exhausted, and breathed so loudly. He... had he done that to it? Was it in there... all the time!? The remorse began creeping over him.
Flashbacks from his day invaded him, all of them related to how much he had sweated at his workplace. How he would move his toes sometimes and shudder over how wet it felt in there. How he had considered getting out of his boots at a point no one would notice to try and cool down. How he decided against it as he wasn't willing to explain to anyone his ordeal with his unwashed socks.
This micro, had it gone through all of that!? Had he been torturing someone without his knowledge!? Even if he was into it... that must've been too much. It had been too much for the Shinx after all. No wonder it was gasping like that. The little air it had in there... it was... just how did it survive on that air? Was it going to be ok after this? Should he take it somewhere? There were micro hospitals out there, right? There had to be. He couldn't just become the death cause of a harmless little mon...
He tried to calm down, he was just overthinking, the tiny was breathing now, it was alright. Actually, what he felt in the morning must've been completely unrelated. There was no way it could've survived in his boot all day. He would've squashed it. Of course he would have. It must have gotten in there just now, and it just worked fast, and of course it would end up sweating and air deprived after a deep dive in one of those things. But if that wasn't the case... and if it hadn't been willing to be there all day...
He just... had to ask to find out...
These things can talk, right?
...
The small survivor finally managed to crawl out from the wet sock, his face hit by light and fresh air simultaneously... well, as fresh as it would get around this giant, unwashed cloth.
With his fur pouring out both canine and feline sweat, he rested his head on the floor, deciding to lay down for a bit now that he could consider himself free. There was still some risk... but he needed to gulp down some air if he wanted to move efficiently. Once again, the universe seemed to be trying to teach him to not take any risks.
-"Ahem"
The micro wolf heard a voice from above. He shot his eyes open and looked up. He realized who it was as they made another sound.
-"Uhh"
The indecisive voice that kept trying to find the right words belonged to the creature he had not only been sharing the same home with, but also the same footwear for the past hours.
-"Just how long have you been in there?"
He had been found. What he had feared the most through the past days was actually happening. He could be kicked out into the cold! Or snuffed out!! Or enslaved!!! But he... he didn't care anymore. He had gone through all of that... and he needed a break. So with a defeated expression, he simply answered the question asked, no need to be impolite whatsoever. After thinking about how sweaty it had managed to get, and realizing that he was back into the apartment, he had an idea of how long it had been.
"All... day..."
And here's the other, cleaner version
Happy New Years uwu
The Story Contains: Footpaw, Musk, Sweat, Micro/Macro, Footwear Trapping, Unwilling prey, Unaware pred.
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*THUD- thud- THUD- thud- THUD-*
That was all he could hear. All there was to hear.
Fritos. Old socks. Musk.
That was all he could smell. All there was to smell.
Immeasurable weight. Humidity. A heat that contrasted with the cold outside, and which would be comfortable if not for all the aforementioned.
That was all the little Lycanroc could feel inside of the Shinx's sock and boot, his laying body wedged between the toes' pawpads and the main pawpad. A situation that resulted from a really unfortunate succession of events.
The cold of winter isn't the best for a micro, you know? If they don't manage to find some way to travel south, then their only option for survival during these months is to sneak into some macro's home and hope to not be found.
And you guessed it, that was the case for our little Lycanroc friend.
The little guy had finally found his way into a building's ventilation system right as the first snowflake fell on the ground, and traveling through the laberynthine ducts had led him into a Shinx's apartament, a place where he could comfortably spend the next few months. Hiding away under any of the furniture while the macro was inside, and wandering around looking for food while he was away. The food may have not been the most abundant, as the Shinx tried to keep his place clean, but the Lycanroc could still find enough to avoid going hungry. He could call himself lucky... aaand it seems the universe had to balance that out a little bit.
After a few weeks living in the apartment, the micro found himself waking up shivering in a particularly cold morning. He wasn't at a risk of freezing, but the sooner he could find something to warm him up, the better. The giant hadn't woken up yet, so the Lycanroc decided to leave his hiding spot under the bed and inmediately headed towards the chest of drawers in the other side of the bedroom. The micro already had a spot he would usually go to when the cold became too much. He wasn't very proud of it, but he was headed to the socks' drawer.
It was the lowest of the drawers, and the little guy had found some holes behind the chest that could allow him access whenever he wanted. All of the Shinx's clean socks were neatly stored in there, and for someone as small as this wolf pokemon, those things were like giant sleeping bags. Not only were most of them good at keeping the heat inside, but they were all so soft and had a slight flowery fragance to them, a result of the Shinx's favorite detergent. The only reason it wasn't his usual sleeping spot is because he didn't want to risk being found, although, for whatever reason he didn't remember seeing the Shinx open that drawer in the last few days.
Anyways, it seemed that he wouldn't be able to even get there this time, as he had only gotten out from under the bed and his legs didn't want to move any longer, shaking too much from the cold. He considered going back to hiding and waiting for the temperature to rise during the course of the day, but as he turned back he noticed something that could help him right now.
Next to the bed were laying a pair of socks that belonged to the macro. They seemed to be the pair that were used the day before, which meant they probably weren't the cleanest things ever, but the numbing cold he was feeling through his body convinced him that it wouldn't hurt to check. The wolf mon got closer to the pieces of clothing, and indeed, it did smell like they were used. In fact, it actually smelled like they were used many times, but that wouldn't make much sense considering how clean the giant had seemed to be during all this time. Maybe he just had stinkier feet than expected? In any case, the micro now found himself having to make an important choice: Could he bear the freezing cold by himself, or should he suck up his pride and try to warm up by the not-so-flowery smelling fabric?
Once again, the numbing sensation of his toes and fingers seemed to choose for him. "Ugh, fine. Just for a moment, then get to the drawer." He walked around one of the socks, until he found its opening, and with a reluctant expression, he made his way in.
There wasn't any need to go too deep inside that thing, he just stayed at the entrance of the clothing piece and let the insulating fabric do its job, like a giant bed cover, all of this while breathing through his mouth obviously, to avoid making the situation more unpleasant than needed.
The "blanket" that surrounded him was more comfortable than what he would like to admit, he only planned to stay there for a few minutes to warm up enough to keep walking, but he found himself delaying his exit more and more, the cold of the outside seeming more like the truly unpleasant thing. After 20 minutes of "five more minutes", the little guy ended up falling into a slumber. One he would only wake up from when hearing the Shinx exclaim: "Darn it! I'm late!"
The startled wolf opened his eyes and took an instinctive breath through his nose. "Yuck! What the-? Oh, right..."
Embarrassed of having fallen asleep there of all places, he carefully stuck his head out to check his surroundings. He could see how the macro he lived with was in a hurry to get ready to go out. The micro considered running under the bed, but decided against it, the risk of being found probably was smaller if he just stayed where he was. The sock he was in was already used, so there wasn't any real concern of being picked up, he would just wait for the giant to leave the apartment.
It had been messy start of the day, but the Shinx was finally ready to go. Keys, wallet, scarf, laptop, and he could buy some breakfast on his way to work. He opened the door ready to set off and... he looked at his bare paws. "Right, boots. Put on your damned boots idiot." At least it didn't take him until he was walking on the snow to notice. He practically jogged towards his drawers and picked up a pair of socks, when he suddenly remembered what he had been doing for the last two weeks.
You see, this Shinx was in a relationship with an Arcanine, who right now was on a trip with his family, and the Shinx wanted to do something for when he came back. Prideful canine that he was, the fire dog pokemon was an enjoyer of particularly strong smells. Said in a less fancy way, the guy liked musk, wether his or others', which was kind of the opposite of the electric feline, who prefered to stay clean and neat. However, since the Shinx was well aware of the likings of his boyfriend, he had decided to give him a small surprise by getting a pair of his own socks as musky as he could. To achieve this he had been using the same pair everyday lately, something he normally wouldn't do, but that he didn't really mind much if it meant getting one of those dorky smiles out of that dummy. It was just a little thing he could do for the Arcanine.
Remembering this, he put back the clean pair he had picked up and looked towards the floor next to his bed, and there they were, the pair of clothing chosen for this unorthodox gift, laying right next to his boots. He sat on his bed and grabbed one of the socks with his fingertips. He was about to hold it closer to his face to give it an instinctive sniff but inmediately decided against it. He would give a quick sniff to a clean pair before using them because he liked the detergent he used on them, but he was certain that this one wasn't going to smell like flowers.
He opened the sock and slid his right foot in, shuddering a bit while trying to ignore the lack of freshness in the material.
"Ugh" The shinx said to himself "Just... a few more days... then back to clean socks like a normal person"
Yet another shiver went down his back right after the previous one when he finished putting on the sock and felt something fuzzy under his toes. What the hell was that? A fold of the sock? Lint? You know what... he didn't want to know. Not only that, but he didn't have time to be thinking about this, he was late for work!
He picked up the other sock and put it on much quicker this time, not giving himself time to gross out anymore, and jumped into his boots to finally start his day. The little stowaway however, had all the time in the world to be grossed out.
With a sudden jolt the smaller creature felt he was ascending several floors very fast, but simultaneosly felt himself descending into the sock until he reached its bottom. What was going on? Why was he being picked up? Was he going to be put in the laundry? Or was he going directly into the washing machine? No! But the guy was getting ready to leave wasn't he? Why was this happening to him? He had to get out of there.
Unstable surface that he was in, it was difficult to hold firmly onto the sock to try and climb out of it, but it didn't take long for the wolf to see something that let him know that he shouldn't even bother, something was sliding into the sock from atop, something he didn't expect and he didn't want to see: the bare paw of the macro whose home he inhabited.
Five pink pads were quickly filling his entire field of vision, four of them each bigger than his head, the last one bigger than his body. The beans were of a bright pink color and looked incredibly soft to the touch, a view that even the micro would think of as cute... in any other situation. The softness of the pawpads was something he could verify just one moment later, as the walls of flesh that were the toe pads made contact and began pushing his back against the used cloth. As soft and nice to the touch as they were, the tiny wolf knew that the moment actual pressure and weight was added to them, he would be inmediately crushed.
Luckily (?), only a bit of wiggling was needed to roll away from the plant of the toe pads and slip into the crevice that separated the set of smaller beans from the main paw pad, basically under the toes' arcs. He was just the right size to fit in and this position meant that any pressure added on top him when a step was taken, was instead absorbed by the beans that hugged him tightly from all sides. Facing him was a mini jungle of paw floof that filled the crevice and that he was very glad to find out to be clean, even though he could still smell the sock that now surrounded both him and the paw. Said sock could still be felt, its used fabric touching his back, and it served as the barrier that now separated him from freedom, but it wouldn't be the only one for long.
A second, way more oppressive barrier began to slide around the sock and foot, snuffing out the little light the micro could still perceive. He tried to think of any other explanation, any option that could be more optimistic, but only one think made actual sense, the Shinx had put on footwear. He was staying there, no questions asked, no options available.
The next second came along with a tease for the next several hours: a sudden increase in pressure from all sides. Weight came from above and the only reason it hadn't killed the tiny under it was because said weight was supported by the toe pads around him. Said toepads were flattened in response, which made them compress around the micro's form. All of this was, of course, happening on top of an unwashed sock's underside, which was on top of a boot's sole, which rested on the floor's unmovable surface through the duration of this second. So to sum it up, great forces were coming from all sides, all of them unwilling to give in, and in the middle of it all, was the wolf who survived out of his privileged position and the natural softness of the materials around him. The signs weren't lying, this was indeed a step, one experienced from an unconvencional point of view
After this one step ended, all the pressure lifted along with the little mon, only to then crash down back to the previous position. Then it all was lifted again, then it all went down again. A very clear loop had started. He was first partaking into someone else's step, and now into someone else's walk.
And that was it. That was all he could figure out to be happening. From this point onwards, the micro couldn't have an idea of anything else that took place outside. It felt as if the real world was very far away. Not only had lights been turned off for him entirely, but everything he could perceive with any other sense was limited to what was inside of the boot with him.
His sense of hearing? It was only stimulated by the stomping sound produced when he crashed down, along with a muffled version of it when he was about to be lifted. Maybe the other foot's step? Was this going to be his only reminder of how there was more to the world beyond this chamber?
*THUD- thud- THUD- thud- THUD-*
That was all he could hear. All there was to hear.
His sense of smell? What did you expect? He was at the deepest part of this stinky cloth, now inside a boot that did not allow new air to pass, and accompanied by a footpaw far greater than his own existence and which, while clean, was always at a risk of starting to sweat and naturally worsen the smell. This same risk is what stopped the tiny from breathing through his mouth as much as he would prefer it. With that bush of black fluff against his face, he would just get a mouthful of fur, and then, what if sweat did start to pour? I mean, look at his luck so far... he was not tasting someone else's sweat. He had to salvage as many of his senses as possible. So there he was.
Fritos. Old socks. Musk.
That was all he could smell. All there was to smell.
His sense of touch? Overwhelmed by paw. What? How do you overwhelm your sense of touch? By getting inside a goddamned giant boot while it's being used! Let's begin with the not-so-bad parts. A feline paw was the only thing in direct contact with him, in every direction, except for the sock on his back. So the feeling of either soft fabric, floofy fur, or plumb skin was pressed against every inch of his smaller body, all the time. It wasn't *bad*, just... clausthrophobic, and he felt really selfaware of his size and position and... speaking of position, he couldn't change it in the slightest. It was as if being buried or tied up, by the most comfortable of ropes of course, but still...
Then there the not-so-good parts. The weight on top of him would increase for a moment before leaving and coming back, and yeah he survived thanks to all the cushioning in the vicinity, but that didn't mean the pressure was unfelt. It was mitigated efficiently enough to be harmless, but oh boy, he sure did think sometimes that his heart didn't have enough space to beat. At least this organ had eventually managed to coordinate with each step. He was uh... adapting?
What was changing too quickly for him to adapt was the humidity; each breath taken, each minute gone by, the little wolf was starting to sweat in the middle of winter, the heavy and clogged air allowing for it, helped of course by the natural body warmth of the paw. This heat was everything the wolf pokemon could've asked for earlier that morning, so cozy, so different from anything he should be going through in this time of the year. Yet, he wasn't being allowed to enjoy it, because of all he was experiencing right now. Maybe if it was one thing at a time, then he may enjoy it, but as of now, all of this together, without stop, he just couldn't. This heat, it just kept reminding him how close he was to a macro, how helpless he had to be if he was this close to one. Heck, he was already sweating from being this close to him, and how long would it take for this giant to sweat as well? This place was going to get even worse!?
Immeasurable weight. Humidity. A heat that contrasted with the cold outside, and which would be comfortable if not for all the aforementioned.
That was all the little Lycanroc could feel...
He wanted out...
But that would have to wait. For now, he could only calm himself down, try to rationalize things so he could tell himself something that could put him at ease. At least he wasn't found... heh. This guy is so busy being all big and stuff he doesn't even notice the extra company. The pressure applied on him was never reaching the point of being painful, that was good, it helped him try to detach and maybe he could reach sleep. And the risk of giant sweat... well, this was the coldest season of the year, right? And a macro wouldn't be so sensible to the temperature of his own shoe. So this was going to be as bad as it could get,it had to be, he reassured in his mind. This wouldn't get worse.
...
The Shinx finally had come back home after a long day. It was the worst. The thermostast at his workplace broke, but it couldn't have just broken and turned off the heating like any normal thermostast would, oh no, this one broke and kept the temperature high enough that he spent the whole day sweating in winter. What the hell? Some equipment must've been damaged at that point. Not like he would feel bad about it, since just asking for a break outside resulted in his boss telling him how sad it would be to have to say goodbye to him. Some of his coworkers did enjoy the heat, and good for them, but the Shinx firmly believed that there are only so many layers of clothes you can take off when it's too hot. Anyways, that was over for today and at least it looked like they were fixing it while he was leaving.
He got an uber to take him quickly and avoid getting sick from the cold in the streets, and now he was home. He was still sweating a bit so his priority was to undress to take a shower. He started by kicking off his boots, then scrunching and stretching his toes in relaxation before the stentch hit him.
- "Yeugh! I had- blegh- ...forgotten." He then removed his socks as well. "I swear if that dumbo repeats that I barely smell of anything I'll... make him eat these." The insult inmediatelly backfired as the tought made him dry heave instead. That... orange furball is gonna be into that aswell isn't he?
He put each sock into one of the boots before discarding them on the floor, as he was too tired to be dealing with that right now, and he began undressing.
...
The boot was being taken off... Finally!! By now the wolf had started to consider the idea that this footwear was going to serve as his coffin. The pressure decreased and the light, air and cold of the outside rushed to meet with the micro, even if the sock was still there to diminish their impact, but this was enough for now. He was better than before.
Just what the hell was going on earlier? As the day progressed, the inside of the boot got way hotter than what someone's body heat should be capable of doing. But it was supposed to be freezing outside! Talk about global warming. Or was he just so small he had become extrasensitive to the temperature? Nope, it wasn't just his perception, otherwise that massive paw wouldn't have started to pour its own sweat on him. It had started small, leading the micro to believe it was his own abundant sweat spread around the skin and fur around him. But more and more liquid kept appearing, and he had not drunk enough water for this to be all of his making. It had to be a joke. Getting stuck underfoot wasn't enough, nor was it being stuffed into a dirty sock and hugged by a giant radiator, but it was also necesary for him to take a bath in someone else's sweat. Needless to say, his mouth remained tightly sealed and the smell never got better.
But that was over for now. It had been who knows how long in there, but he was outside of the boot, and that was enough of an improvement for now. He could actually relax, even if for a second... and then those toes tried to murder him. That's how it felt, they were squishing his brains out, along with squishing their sweat out like one would do to a rag that absorved too much water. Turns out that little gap he was hidden in was not as safe when the toes were trying to srunch. The deafening sound of bones cracking and popping didn't help either. Good thing the toes' embrace didn't take long to loosen up.
With the toes now spread during a stretching movement, the Lycanroc's form, slick with sweat, easily slipped out of that accursed paw and fell against the not-better-off sock he was still a prisoner of. He would be crushed if the paw stepped down now, but what happened next instead was the departure of that footpaw from the insides of the unwanted cloth, a sight reminiscent of their grand entrance from earlier, just... in reverse. Also its cute shape wasn't fooling anyone anymore, the wolf despised it.
The sock and the wolf within it were then thrown into a familiar darkness, and they crashed down one last time on the ground. The micro was spent, he didn't want to move anymore, ever again. But he had learned the lesson from a moment ago: he wasn't allowed to let his guard down. Getting out of the boot wasn't good enough, and neither was getting away from the paw. This wasn't the time and place to rest, he couldn't risk it, he had to get out of there. Now!
...
After he was done getting undressed, the Shinx had to fight the urge to throw those filthy sock into the laundry basket, where the rest of today's clothes were, and be done with this dumb gift. Ugh... but them he thought about that dummy, how much he missed him, even tho it hadn't been that long and he would be back so soon, and how the Arcanine's snoot would tickle him when the big guy tried sniffing under his arm, and how happy he looked while doing so. The Shinx chuckled to himself. Maybe he didn't get the appeal but... sure, why not, just a little longer. But that dog better does not expect this to become an habit!
At the very least he was going to pick up the socks and boots to put them somewhere they wouldn't bother, as he just left them discarded on the floor and didn't want to have to touch them again after his shower. Reluctantly, he got close to one of the boots, a sock peeking out of it, and when he was about to touch them, he perceived a movement that should not be there. This sock was indeed, moving, even if just a little bit, confusing the lynx pokemon. When he realized that the movement came from a certain lump inside of the sock, a small shriek came out him and he fell backwards on his butt, thinking it was an insect, which frightened him as dumb as it may sound. Unable to pray his eyes apart from the sock in fear of losing sight of the bug while trying to remember where he had left the insecticide, he was able to see the little critter escaping from inside of the wet fabric, and his confusion returned inmediately.
It was... a pokemon, like him. Not a bug-type or one that would normally be this small, but this one looked just like one of those red lycanroc, which as far as he knew, should be taller than himself. So this was... a micro? He had never seen one before, it looked almost fake, but there it was, moving and gasping for air. Wait, why was it coming out of his boot?
He didn't expect to see a micro up close, but much less had he expected to see one crawling out of a sock, a stinking one he had just been using nonetheless. Why would anyone want to get close to that thing? Much less when you're that small. Only a freak like his boyfriend would ever dare to go... towards... oh... Oh!! So... uh, this was awkward.
They... were still people after all... just smaller. It's safe to assume they can also want... things like that. And this one was a canine too so... it checks? Seriously, what's the appeal? Do they think there's actual cheese in there? The Shinx shuddered. So.. was he supposed to get mad now or...? Whose privacy was getting violated? Should he look away while... or was he done already? It did look tired. The little thing sure was eager, he had just taken those off a pair of minutes ago, even the Shinx himself was still sweating a bit.
The feline's mind began wandering. It would've been a smarter move to get in the socks during the night, without any risk of ever being seen. Although, depending on the little one's sleeping schedule, the risk could've been to ensure not falling asleep and overstay its welcome by accident, lest he also liked getting stomped to death. Well, death would be an exaggeration, it wouldn't have time to go that far in that hypothetical situation, since any normal person would notice the feeling of a furry thing at the bottom of their sock the moment they put it on... WAIT!
The lynx pokemon gasped audibly when a short, unimportant memory came to his mind. Said mind got quickly filled with conclusions with almost no basis behind them, but that he couldn't shake away.
He... was in there? He was in there! While... no, that couldn't have been. He would've noticed... but he did noticed! He just had ignored it... all day. The Shinx focused on the tiny below. It was drenched in sweat, and looked so exhausted, and breathed so loudly. He... had he done that to it? Was it in there... all the time!? The remorse began creeping over him.
Flashbacks from his day invaded him, all of them related to how much he had sweated at his workplace. How he would move his toes sometimes and shudder over how wet it felt in there. How he had considered getting out of his boots at a point no one would notice to try and cool down. How he decided against it as he wasn't willing to explain to anyone his ordeal with his unwashed socks.
This micro, had it gone through all of that!? Had he been torturing someone without his knowledge!? Even if he was into it... that must've been too much. It had been too much for the Shinx after all. No wonder it was gasping like that. The little air it had in there... it was... just how did it survive on that air? Was it going to be ok after this? Should he take it somewhere? There were micro hospitals out there, right? There had to be. He couldn't just become the death cause of a harmless little mon...
He tried to calm down, he was just overthinking, the tiny was breathing now, it was alright. Actually, what he felt in the morning must've been completely unrelated. There was no way it could've survived in his boot all day. He would've squashed it. Of course he would have. It must have gotten in there just now, and it just worked fast, and of course it would end up sweating and air deprived after a deep dive in one of those things. But if that wasn't the case... and if it hadn't been willing to be there all day...
He just... had to ask to find out...
These things can talk, right?
...
The small survivor finally managed to crawl out from the wet sock, his face hit by light and fresh air simultaneously... well, as fresh as it would get around this giant, unwashed cloth.
With his fur pouring out both canine and feline sweat, he rested his head on the floor, deciding to lay down for a bit now that he could consider himself free. There was still some risk... but he needed to gulp down some air if he wanted to move efficiently. Once again, the universe seemed to be trying to teach him to not take any risks.
-"Ahem"
The micro wolf heard a voice from above. He shot his eyes open and looked up. He realized who it was as they made another sound.
-"Uhh"
The indecisive voice that kept trying to find the right words belonged to the creature he had not only been sharing the same home with, but also the same footwear for the past hours.
-"Just how long have you been in there?"
He had been found. What he had feared the most through the past days was actually happening. He could be kicked out into the cold! Or snuffed out!! Or enslaved!!! But he... he didn't care anymore. He had gone through all of that... and he needed a break. So with a defeated expression, he simply answered the question asked, no need to be impolite whatsoever. After thinking about how sweaty it had managed to get, and realizing that he was back into the apartment, he had an idea of how long it had been.
"All... day..."
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Pokemon
Gender Male
Size 768 x 1024px
File Size 313 kB
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