I'm BAAAAAACK!!!- sorta.

Long story short, I just dumped a lot of emotional and physical baggage, so enjoy another macro story from me!
Immerse yourself in the perspective of the protagonist as you find yourself waking up in a strange world, where two familiar dragons find you. Except they've somehow become huge.
Perhaps I'll pick up on writing again in the future, who knows.

Size: 3.356 words

Spyro/Cynder © Activision/Sierra

Story © me

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The last thing you remembered was slipping under the sheets after having come home during a violent evening thunderstorm. After what mentally felt like having passed the remainder of that noisy night, fate seemed to have finally decided you regain consciousness somehow. You open your eyes and are able to see a late morning sky greet you from straight above. After you effortlessly bent your torso upwards to get up, you glide your hands across your own body and the large blades of grass that completely surround you, at the time making the realization that your brain is registering your every experience in this newfound world, and that this could not be a mere dream. Intrigued by the bizarre event, you decide to stand up from the ground, ready to explore in the hopes of discovering some clues as to what has happened, and more importantly; why. At this point, you're now seeing a bigger part of the picture. That part being the fact that you realize you're in a tundra of sorts. However, there was one peculiar element that pervaded this vast environment. Some of the bushes you see in the distance appear awfully large, in the same way the size of the grass that covered every inch of the ground you woke up on earlier is conspicuously out of proportion.

Before you could consider any plausible events based on your ridiculously large natural surroundings, you hear a chain of earth-shaking pounding sounds in the distance. It sounded just like as if it was raining blocks of concrete at Mach speed, but a lot less dangerous. Or so you thought, at least. The sound grew frighteningly closer with every second, making you wonder if it was just a product of a defective conscience. You decide there's nothing you can do to mitigate the approaching ground pounds, and that it is in your best interest to just wait it out. You put your chest to the ground and try to get the noise out of your mind. Just after a few seconds, a massive shadow starts to accompany the ever loudening pounding. Implored by your curiosity, you turn around to see two massive anthro dragons walking straight for you, their looming feet traversing two-hundred arms lengths with every step. Now immediately getting a better grasp on the workings of your new world, you begin to take a run for it. You dash to the side, in the hopes of dodging the impending dragon paws that were the size of an oil platform to you. Right after you covered a distance that couldn't have been more than ten times your own length, you see a huge radius around you turning over to shadow, and you're subsequently lifted up, stuck between the index finger and thumb of a giant purple creature. You spend a short time resisting in futility, but after your hopeless efforts you decided to capitulate, and accept the fact that you're in the giant reptile's control now.

You hold still and just watch as you're being lifted much closer to the bright sky, vertically passing the monstrous abdomen of the dragon. Soon enough you found yourself face-to-face with the humongous dragon, which you safely identified as... Spyro! The dragon from the Legend of Spyro game series! Except he was anthro and stood at the size of a true colossus! You could also duly spot Spyro's female counterpart, Cynder, walking a distance of a few hundred feet short of him, and also being the same size as the purple giant standing before you. You took a very brief period of time to fawn over how amazingly huge they were, but currently at the top of your agenda was an explanation for how you got here, which would hopefully also be your way out. You opened your mouth to grab their attention, but at the same time, Spyro seemed to have something to tell Cynder.
"Cyn, look at this! I found a little creature!"

The decibels produced by the dragon giant's booming voice substantially superseded your own meagre cries for your case. You would probably be in luck if they could hear anything you said at all. Spyro then turned to Cynder, holding you firmly between his fingers.
"Oh, how adorable!" Cynder said, her voice also sending palpable shockwaves through your ear canals. Right after her remark, she began to give your head light strokes with her index finger. "Can I play with him for a while?"
"Are you kidding me?" Spyro quickly jolted you away from underneath Cynder's finger and confined you within the little cave he made with his hands. "I want to toy with him first. Besides, finders keepers, and you've already played with a lot of micros during your lifetime!"
Cynder sighed deeply. “Fair enough. As long as you don’t forget that I’m still the queen of teasing little micros!”

Spyro lifted you up to his mouth, and looked you straight in the eye with a sinister smile.
“Now, let’s see what you taste like, tiny.”
Spyro released his wet tongue from his mouth and glided it across your face, slurping up the flavor that your body ostensibly possessed. Right after having given you a giant lick and covering your facade in dragon saliva, he produced a chain of raucous but admittedly sweet smacking noises.
“Mmmmmm…” Spyro licked his lips. “You’ve passed my taste test, tiny,” he said with a dominating smile. He then blew a gust of air from his mouth, which swamped over you and cleansed you of the drool that just moments ago precipitated off your face in large amounts.
“Now it’s your turn to taste me, bug.” Spyro lowered himself, and carefully pressed you into the ground with one of his fingers. You ended up being half-covered in a mixture of soil and strands of grass. Hard to think of how, you were immobilized, and perhaps that was the intended effect. You just laid there with two three-hundred foot anthro dragons in front of you, with the purple variant of the two about to make his next move.

Suddenly, a shadow formed around you, reminiscent of the exact moment when you attempted to elude this unpredictable escapade altogether. Above you, you saw Spyro lifting his colossal footpaw above you, accompanied by the scoffing smirk on his face.
“Are you all firm and tight in there, tiny?” he said, the smirk on his face widening. “Because you’re only about to get tightened into the ground even further!”
The footpaw mounted its heel to the ground, giving off a light tremor that could still be sensed from your position. After that, the sole itself came closer and closer, soon blocking out any of the remaining sunlight that barely managed to shine on the patches of your exposed body in the first place. And then, the time came to be squished underneath Spyro’s giant footpaw. The sole now pressed against you with an increasingly tremendous force, squishing you into the ground. It felt semi-uncomfortable but warm; the dragon paw that smooshed against you emanated copious amounts of bodily warmth.
“How do you like that, tiny?” Spyro laughed from above. He continued pressing his dragon paw onto you and began moving it up and down periodically, enjoying the sensation of the minuscule lifeform that was you squirming around underneath. Your arms were trapped by your sides, and your flat-laying form was forced into the ground even deeper by the warm sole. The wall of purple flesh smothered you into a cell of darkness, rubbing against you with its back and forth motion like a rolling pin. You squirmed around to find the most tolerable position there was in your current situation, but to absolutely zero avail, And enjoying all your futility, very thoroughly, was Spyro.

After spending an arduous seven more minutes at the mercy of the purple dragon’s stompers, the homogenous atmosphere of dense earth on one side and a meaty paw on the other finally took its leave. You sighed with relief as the blue sky that you’ve missed - even if it was for only ten minutes or so - finally found itself in your line of vision again. As Spyro lifted his paw up, you yourself took the time to briefly look around you. You could now see the aftermath: you were lying face-up in the center of a gigantic imprint of Spyro’s footpaw, being starved of breath, the cool air brushing against your warmed-up body. At this point you wondered what was next on Spyro’s list of micro humiliation. Surely it couldn’t be over yet.

“I think it’s your turn, Cyn,” Spyro called. The dragoness, who had been playing around with a small colony of ants, subsequently walked over to the scene. She took her stand next to Spyro, looking down with the same grin Spyro had when he held the reins over you, and put her hands at her hips.
“So you had him spend some time underneath your paws, huh?” Cynder said back to Spyro after having observed the deep pawprint and your half-dizzy miniature form in its center. “Looks like you almost knocked the poor guy into the dark zone!”
Spyro shrugged it off with a smile. “Oh, who really cares about that. Of course I wouldn’t kill or torture him, but… micros are pretty expendable, y’know?”
“Whatever,” Cynder replied. “As long as you leave enough of his consciousness for me. I want him to experience every millisecond of my own micro teasing techniques!”

You now noticed how the black and purple dragoness lifted her paws slightly above the ground and moved them towards you. Seeing as you’ve already spent what felt like an eternity, you crossed your arms and retracted your fingers, gesturing a plea for mercy.
“Don’t worry little one, I won’t be rough on you at all!” Cynder said in a surprisingly delicate voice. She was now hovering her dragon sole over the bottom half of your minutely paralyzed being. She then started whistling a joyous little song, and lightly lowered her paw into you, the bottom of her smooth and equally warm footpaws starting to squish into your chest. You thought her promise of being gentle with you would just be another charade typical to the average macro, but you processed a modicum of honesty here. She pressed her paw deeper onto you, still maintaining the care she spoke about. Your head was now trapped between her huge toes, and while you weren’t completely immobilized like before, you couldn’t escape nonetheless.
“There you go, tiny one! All snug and safe down there, I take it?”
You reluctantly nodded, or at the very least tried given your predicament, and the massive Cynder quickly responded with a widening smile. She followed up by twitching her toes and drawing them inwards towards your head. By the look on her face, she was absolutely reveling in the power she had over you.

But just when Cynder was about to redeem her own ticket for a micro-pawtease, Spyro bluntly grabbed her attention.
“Hey Cynder,” the purple giant said as he laid a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t know if you’re done with him yet, but-”
“I barely even started!” Cynder said back, exasperated. “But go ahead and explain.” Cynder turned her head back towards you, smiling, while increasing the pressure she exerted with her paw. “I’ve got our tiny by my puppet strings, so he cannot escape. Can-not.”
“I’ve thought of just the right form of ‘punishment’ for the little guy, if that’s the apt word to describe it.” Spyro pulled himself a little closer to Cynder.
“How about we… acquaint the little fella with our supple backsides?”
Cynder smiled, releasing an inadvertent evil snicker in her mind. “You mean like that thing you and I subjected Volteer to once?”
Spyro nodded and laughed. “Mhm. Oh, how the other Guardians became blistered green with jealousy after they heard about that, remember?!”
You took a minute to think about all the possible scenarios the giant dragons could be referring to. You heard them saying that an ostensible relative they did the same thing to enjoyed it thoroughly, so you didn’t worry at all, slightly. Perhaps you were even looking forward to it. So long as long as it would allow you to breathe more easily, at least…

Cynder reached downwards while still having you pinned to the ground by her gargantuan paw, snatching you from right underneath. She held you in a not too tightly clenched fist as she began with a little personal talk again.
“I guess your premium dragon foot-massage should have to wait, lil’ sweetums,” Cynder said, stroking your head with her finger. “But our next course is something you might actually enjoy for a bit. Spyro!”
Spyro responded with a nod, followed by the not-so little purple lizard bending slightly over at the waist. Cynder then turned around, her own back fully against Spyro’s. After that, she herself also made the same forward bend. So far, you could not make any clear picture out of the situation. You did know their rear ends would be part of the play, but if you asked someone to write down all the possible ways in which two giant dragons could play with a tiny person involving their derrieres, they’d surely be at it for a while.
You finally shot awake from your butt scenario contemplation by Cynder moving you behind her back. What you saw now was the final piece of the puzzle. The two slanted dragon backs that faced each other acted as a funnel that led straight into the space between the two glorious rumps that were also in your sight.
“At the count of three, I’m going to release our little darling, and once you feel him squirming down there we’ll start smooshing,” Cynder said.
“Okie-dokie!” Spyro retorted joyously.
“1… 2... … …”

Before you could mentally prepare yourself for the imminent butt smooshings that would surely occur, Cynder let go of you, dropping you into the funnel you pictured before . You slid down her scaly but very smooth back, the two tightly con-smooshed dragon tushes now being the center of your attention, which were also periodically growing closer at a rapid rate. Cynder and Spyro had their tails slightly intertwined, like the embellished bridge above the river of butt they were. You glided off the side of Cynder’s huge tail, causing you to tumble down for the remainder of the slide, straight into the space between the huge, callipygian dragon behinds. You bounced against Spyro’s left butt cheek, causing your tiny form to deeply squish into and ricochet off the bouncy wall of purple flesh right after you had your face planted in it for a demi-second.
“Ihih, that tickles!” Spyro giggled.
You were flung back against Cynder’s rump, and subsequently found yourself getting trapped up to your shoulders in the one space where all four butt cheeks met. Cynder and Spyro’s reaction came immediately.
With both letting out a minor grunt, the dragon titans bent forward an additional ten meters, and smooshed their bountiful posteriors against one another with great force. It was something you definitely did not see coming. The area around you tightened, and you suddenly became inundated with a deluge of soft purple-and-black bottom tissue that engulfed every last visible inch of your being. You tried to push yourself upwards against the impending ass-pocalypse, but your attempts proved once again to be in vain. The pressure from the squishing cleanly sucked you into the abyss, as you hopelessly let out a last sigh, the walls of draconic callipygiance now already beginning to finely squish you.

Spyro and Cynder murred in enjoyment as they savored your helpless squirming completely dry. They now took turns pressing their backside against one another, making sure to smother their tiny prisoner nicely and finely. They were ostensibly at the peak of enjoyment, constantly snickering and laughing as they knew there was no way for you to escape, all while you were tightly touched on all sides by succulent tissue as if you were shrink-wrapped.
“You’d better enjoy this while you can, tiny!” Spyro said, scoffing. “We know Volteer wasn’t being dishonest when he thanked us gratuitously!”
“You can say that again!” Cynder added while she smooshed her behind against Spyro’s one more time. “You were right; this was a great idea! Right, little thing?”
You were in doubt of whether she was talking to you. Regardless, you couldn’t answer.
“I think we should assess the damage,” Cynder chuckled. “You know what to do, right Spyro?”
“Awww, alright,” Spyro said a little sad. “But this is just so much fun, you know?!”
“I totally get it, Spyro,” Cynder spoke calmly. “But we can invite the Guardians over anytime we want to practice our butt-smooshing skills, can’t we?”
“Heh, I guess you’re right,” Spyro said back, absolved of his disappointment. “Ignitus is in for a reeeeal treat when we get home!”
“1… 2…”

“3!” Cynder and Spyro simultaneously stood up again, retracted their rear ends. Startled, you twirled down to the surface of the tall grass. It was as if suddenly a bridge underneath you had just vanished. Fortunately, the dragons had taken liberty to smoosh you low above the ground, and you didn’t sustain an injury from your fall. Spyro and Cynder turned around, looking for where you could have fallen. You had to say, the high blades of grass made for a decent camouflage, because apparently they couldn’t find you right after they released you. You did take a short moment of minimal enjoyment in watching the skyscraper-sized dragon and dragoness scout out the floor before the black and pink one finally looked straight down on you and picked you up. And again, you found yourself in almost the same situation as before; in the clutches of Cynder, awaiting your next subjection. Spyro was facing the other way, looking at the sky.
“It’s getting late, Cyn. Still anything you want to do with our little toy?”
“While in fact there is, and it ties in nicely with the fact that we could even take him with us for some future playtime,” Cynder said. “Because there’s no way in heaven and hell combined I’m just going to release him after all the fun times we had. That includes you, little one.” Cynder began affectionately stroking your head with her finger, and nudged your cheek. “Or are you going to say you didn’t enjoy any of it? Of course not.”
You remained still in Cynder’s grasp and said nothing.
“Anyway, we’re taking you to our den.” Cynder changed her grasp onto you into letting you dangle between her two fingers, and moved you closer to her chest. “Isn’t that right, Spyro?” Cynder winked.
Spyro looked at Cynder and where she was holding you, and smiled. “Indeed, Cyn. Although I have my questions as to whether or not he would like THAT.”
“Oh, that really doesn’t matter to me,” Cynder said, now dangling you dangerously close above her massive cleavage. “A lot of people would pay an absolute fortune to be in this situation!”
“Ahaha, and I’ve been there as well, numerous times,” Spyro chuckled with a smile. “Go ahead with it, then!”

Cynder looked down to her bosom, and gradually lowered you into her spacious cleavage. She pushed you deeper until you were stuck up to your shoulders. Once you were firmly secured between the dragoness’s breasts, she gave you a light pat on your head with her index finger.
“It’s quite a long ride home, so have fun in there, little one!”
Cynder smiled and resumed stroking your head. It was quite mesmerizing, admittedly, which could turn out to be a good thing if the ride was indeed as long as Cynder claimed it was. The giant reptiles seemed to be heading home now, after a busy day of toying around with you. You rested your head on one of Cynder’s breasts, trying to fall asleep, and hoping that the next day you would wake up in your own, real-life bed again…