“Clean it.” The fox ordered as he spread his toes. They were already stained with blood from his previous victims, and strings of blood-stained sweat served as testament to his sadistic ways. The young adult previously had a wide range of micros at his feet, most of whom were between 1 and 3 centimeters in height, but he was down to just his last few playthings and wanted to draw out their suffering. The fox’s home had become a sort of mass grave, with dozens already annihilated for his sadistic satisfaction.
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The fox’s ways of killing micros were as efficient as they were brutal. Some were snuffed out like a cigarette, with a heavy stomp and a contemptuous twist of his black paw pads upon them. Those victims went from defiant to desperate to dead in little more than the blink of an eye; they had just long enough to see the fox’s rise above them before it slammed down with catastrophic force. When he did it on the tile floor of his bathroom, it was at least a quick death. Those trampled into the carpet in his bedroom were even less fortunate; some were only half crushed and slowly bled out. In one case, a tiny wolf could only look on in horror as her husband died, with her being unable to do anything but sob as she witnessed his body slowly going cold.
Others were handled with more care… which is to say that the fox took his time in ending their lives. One particularly mouthy lizard was pinned under a single toe and afforded time to understand what his place was in this world: A plaything to creatures vastly superior to it. The reptile punched and kicked the fox’s toe, but that digit didn’t budge no matter how much the micro tried. “Aww, what’s wrong? Am I too…” The fox pressed his toe down further, forcing the air out of the lizard’s lungs. “Heavy for you?” The pressure relented and the lizard was allowed another breath, but the stench of the fox’s toes made the small reptile retch. “You can’t even handle my musk? Pathetic.” To call it musk would be an understatement — the fox hadn’t changed his socks in a week and that smell had infused into his pads — and the lizard was at the strongest source of the smell. The scaly victim’s struggles slowed as the pressure made it hard to breathe and, ultimately, he passed out before being executed.
While the fox toyed with victims underfoot, one bird tried to fly away. The avian nearly made it to the bedroom door before the fox even noticed, but it took just three steps for the malevolent mammal to cross the room and grab the creature in one hand. Being snatched from the air broke one of the bird’s wings; the creature screeched in pain as its capacity for flight was taken away. “If you wanted to get higher on my body, you could have asked,” the fox teased. The bird shook its head and tried to say no, but the fox didn’t care. He raised his right arm and revealed a sweat-drenched armpit, with a sour musk that made his victim wish it didn’t have a sense of smell. The bird’s remaining wing was useless at stopping the fox from shoving the micro’s body completely against his armpit. The fox held the bird in place with one finger as he lowered his arm, sealing it into that foul-smelling tomb.
The fox’s lust was starting to demand attention. His penis was already out of his sheath and he decided it was time to jerk off. He used his right hand — an act that meant the bird was further smothered and squeezed into his armpit — while he reached down with his left to grab a dozen or so micros of varying species. The fox sat down in a gaming chair and cupped those micros against the his balls. His sweat was efficient at marking those victims; they all would reek of his musk for days if they lived that long. Once the fox pulled them back, the micros were left ragged and dazed in the palm of his hand, as if they’d been caught in a torrential downpour.
Now that the fox knew his victims weren’t capable of even trying to fight him, he started placing the playthings where he wanted. A few were tucked behind his balls and suffered beneath his taint, where they’d be overwhelmed with the muggy heat of his body. Others were dropped on top of his balls from just high enough to break a limb, which ensured they’d be trapped where he’d placed them. He tucked two more micros into his sheath, squeezing them past his erection to be nearly-crushed between the walls of stinking male flesh. Another was simply tucked feet-first into his urethra, fed to his cock and never to be seen again. He looked down at the remaining toys in his hand and shrugged, before slamming his dick into his open palm to crush them into paste beneath his manhood. Most were crushed to death instantly but one micro, a snake, survived the initial impact and was squeezed against the fox’s shaft.
“You tiny fucks are nothing to me,” the fox taunted as he jerked off, savoring the feeling of his victims struggling against his body. “I could kill you all any time I want. I’m a God to you.” He groaned as he squeezed his dick, feeling an unexpected pop as the snake burst under the pressure. That death sent the fox over the edge. He fell back against the chair as he rode out his orgasm. The bird under his arm fell free, only to tumble down the fox’s body and be crushed against his ass while the mammal reveled in his supremacy over the tiny playthings who were powerless before him.
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With his erection tended to for the moment, the fox sat up and looked down at the last few survivors. He cleared his throat and tapped his foot impatiently against the ground. “Well, specks? I’m waiting. You wanna join your friends?” None of the remaining micros dared to speak. They knew it’d only be worse for them if they fought back. Instead, they resigned themselves to their fate and prayed to whatever god had forsaken them that they’d somehow survive this ordeal.