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It was a bit after noon and the last customer just walked out of the diner, and Warren was finally able to put up his "temporarily closed" sign on the front entrance. It had been a busier breakfast and lunch rush than usual and he was just glad to finally have a bit of time to give himself a break. He should really look into hiring some extra help for the diner, since with Alan at college during the day most of the week, Warren has been left running the diner on his own. He could get his other sons to help out, but it would be difficult to find a place for micros to help out. For now though, he was glad to give his sweaty feet a break, and it's not just himself who is glad for it. Over the course of his shift, he wasn't sure how or when, but dozens of micros had managed to find their way into his sandals and had been trapped under his sweaty feet for hours. Perhaps he accidentally stepped on a few when he stumbled and lost his sandals, or they were trying to get his attention to order by climbing onto his sandal to poke his foot, only to slip under the giant purple foot. Regardless, they've been under him for a while now, and he knows he should let them out now. It might’ve seemed like Warren was unaware of them being down there based on how he spent hours not really paying them any attention, but having several rowdy micro sons have honed his senses to detect when a micro is under his foot. It’s just that the diner was so busy he didn’t really have any spare time to pluck each micro off his sweaty feet. Well, he's also got to admit he somewhat enjoys the feeling of them under his feet. Be it their squirming or the feeling of them being pressed into his tired soles, it just felt nice to have them down there as he worked.
After he gave the micros beneath him a playful acknowledgement by lightly grinding his sole into his sandal, he turned around to go make himself a snack to eat during his break. During which, he planned to spend the break peeling off the micros as he ate, afterwards giving them some free food to take home with them as compensation for their “work”. He was about to enter the kitchen when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. It looked like some kind of green light? By the time Warren turned around to look, it was already gone, but to his surprise he saw that there was someone sitting at the counter. Warren swears he wasn't there before as he made sure everyone left before closing the diner. He also didn't even hear the bell on the door that sounds whenever someone enters, so how he missed him left Warren baffled a bit, but what's one more customer huh? He's sure the micros in his sandals wouldn't mind spending just a little bit more time down there.
Warren calmly made his way over to the area of the counter where the customer sat and got a good look at them as he got closer. He was a Wargreymon that's for sure, as he's seen the helmet he was wearing plenty of times. The black reptilian skin that peeked out under the helmet and across the rest of his muscular body told him that he was more specifically a Blackwargreymon. He couldn't see what he was wearing below the counter, but he had a black tank top that was even darker than his skin along with fingerless gloves of similar color on each hand, with one hand holding a hotdog? What caught Warren's eye the most however was the amount of green this Blackwargreymon had on him as well. His beard and hair were that of a dark green color, similar to the bushes just outside the diner windows. The hair along his arms and covering his pecs was of the same shade as well, granted not as full as his beard and the hair on his head, so he could still see some of that smooth, black, scaly skin underneath. His Wargreymon helmet seems to have also been modified a bit to include some green gems in each of the three horns along with some black decals under the two horns on either side of his head. Finally there were those eyes of his. A bright emerald green that seemed to shine from the darkness of the helmet, looking directly back at Warren. Realizing he was caught staring, he decided it would be best to break the ice.
"Well hey there. Didn't even hear you come in." Warren asked as he leaned casually on the counter the Blackwargreymon sat at. "Can I get you anything?"
"No thank you." responded the Blackwargreymon. His voice takes Warren back a bit from just how deep it is. "I already have my snack right here."
"I see..." Warren said, raising his eyebrow at the Blackwargreymon, "You know it's typically kinda frowned upon to bring outside food into a restaurant."
"Oh yes I'm well aware." the Blackwargreymon said while glancing down at the hotdog. Warren could faintly see a smile from underneath the helmet. "It's just that you don't seem to sell my favorite type of hotdog here: Bacon Hotdogs."
"I've heard of bacon wrapped hotdogs, but nothing just called a Bacon Hotdog," Warren cocked his head curiously as he glanced down at the food in the Blackwargreymon's hand. "Doesn't look any different from a normal hotdog."
"Heheheh, well I assure you," the Blackwargreymon chuckled, Warren could see a sly smile forming under that helmet of his. "This hotdog is quite... special to me." He then leaned down and gave a certain part of the hotdog an oddly seductive lick. He dragged his large pink tongue across that part of the hotdog a few times before looking back up at Warren, who was really unsure of what was going on here. The Blackwargreymon then held out the hotdog towards Warren, "Would you like to try it?"
"After you just French kissed the thing?" Warren answered with his own grin, "I think I'll pass."
"Oh I insist. I'm sure it will be good regardless." the Blackwargreymon said as he placed the hotdog down on the table in front of them. He then glanced over at a clock on the wall before scoffing, "I actually have to go now. I'm late for my scheduled city crushing. Tell you what, I'll be back later and actually order something." suddenly the Blackwargreymon stuck out his gloved hand towards Warren. "The name's Drei by the way."
"Warren." He responded as he reached out and took the outstretched gloved hand. Warren could feel the power Drei had from the very firm handshake. "Wait, what did you say a second ago? Something about a city?" Drei only responded with smirking once more before letting go of Warren's hand. Suddenly a bright green light appeared from behind Drei and enveloped his entire body. Warren had to squint his eyes briefly when suddenly both the light and Drei were gone. He stared briefly at the now empty seat for a few seconds as he processed what just happened.
"Well then... that just happened." Warren said to himself before looking down at the hotdog that remained on the counter. Warren debated in his mind for a bit on whether or not to try it. While he did watch Drei lick it, he’s not a stranger to finishing food others won’t eat, so he’s not totally grossed out by it. It’s also free food that saves him the hassle of having to make his own snack for his break. “Eh, screw it,” He said to himself as he grabbed the hotdog from off the counter, “Free food is free food.” Rather than going to the kitchen now to make something, he walked over to the nearest booth and plopped himself down in it, doing it so roughly that he shook the salt and pepper shaker on the tables around him. As he settled into the booth, he took another look down at the hotdog in his hand, and like before it looked like a standard hotdog with ketchup and mustard on it, but there was a mysterious addition to it that Warren couldn’t figure out. It was a combination of red, black, and blue with an odd little tuft of white?
However, before he could take a closer look at it he felt some squirming down in his sandals, reminding him of the micros trapped down there. “Oops, sorry about that. Forgot about you guys down there. Here.” He adjusted himself in his seat as he proceeded to slide his right foot out from his sandal. The feeling of the cooler air hitting his tired sole felt refreshing to the large Nidoking, and he was sure it was likely a similar feeling to the micros down below. He glanced down and could see at least a dozen stuck to his large purple foot, with another dozen or so pressed deeply into his sandal insole. All of them exhausted from not only being pressed into his foot for so long from his sheer weight, but also having to deal with the sweat that had formed as Warren worked. He chuckled a bit to himself as he saw some micros get trapped in the beads of sweat that had formed or trickled down his sole. They looked kinda cute down there against his sole and in his sandal. They reminded him of his micro kids when they decided to play games around or on his feet.
“Alright then,” He announces casually to the micros below, “I’ll give ya little ones half an hour to get yourselves off. Anyone not off by then will have to stick with me until the end of the day, so chop chop.” He then proceeded to wiggle his digits, giving the micros trapped between them a playful squeeze against his sweaty toes. “Not that I mind some company of course, but that’s up to you.” Warren chuckled, before switching his attention to his left foot that was still in his sandal “And don’t worry, you little ones will get your break right after these ones. I’d imagine you can hold out for just a little longer.” He playfully remarked, following it up by grinding his sole a little in his left sandal, much to the trapped micro’s displeasure. Meanwhile, the now free micros on his right foot began prying themselves off and sliding down his sweaty sole like a slide. He then looked back down at the hotdog to check out what that mysterious addition was, and much to Warren’s bewilderment, it was gone from the hotdog. Did it fall out as he was talking to the micros? He checked his apron, pants, and even the floor but didn’t see anything that looked like what he saw in the hotdog just a moment ago. Warren shrugged, maybe he was just seeing things earlier, after all he was exhausted. Getting comfortable in the booth, he leaned back and began to rest as he casually started eating the hotdog provided by Drei as the micros gradually worked their way off his foot. He hoped to see that Blackwargreymon sooner rather than later so they can continue where they left off.Zeus was still pretty dazed as he fell through the air. He wasn’t expecting his giant boyfriend to suddenly lick him like that when he was trying to hide from the Nidoking that was right there. The little Yveltal got so flustered by this that for a little while his brain pretty much stopped working, only coming to as he was starting to slide off the hotdog. He didn’t really have much time to even process what was happening as he tried to grab the side of the hotdog and bun to stop his sliding. However, the saliva left over from Drei licking him only served to grease him up as he slid off the hotdog and started falling towards the ground. After a few seconds of falling, he remembered that he can use his wings to help him glide, or at the very least slow his fall. Right before he makes contact with the ground, he quickly spreads out his arms, allowing his feathers to catch the air and slow his descent, thus saving him from a more painful landing.That doesn’t mean it was a smooth landing as he still hit the ground rather hard, and as a result he got a little dazed again as the wind was knocked out of him from the impact.
Now finally given a moment to absorb his surroundings, he looked around to find himself surrounded by mountains of purple on three sides, with a grey rubber floor underneath him. It didn't take long for a very familiar smell to suddenly fill his nostrils, one that he knows very well from his time being with Drei and other large men. Looking up, he quickly gets an answer as he sees the head and body of the Nidoking from earlier looming above him. Based on the angle he’s looking at them from, Zeus is quickly able to piece together that he must be between the toes of the Nidoking, which is confirmed when the giant purple mountains start casually shifting around and flexing. Zeus couldn’t help but blush hard at the situation he found himself in. He has somehow gone from spending one moment getting teased by his giant blackwargreymon boyfriend to now finding himself in the sandal of the big Nidoking dad, at least Zeus thinks he’s a dad based on how he looked.
Rather than quickly race to freedom from the toes of the Nidoking, Zeus opted to instead enjoy himself a bit while he was there. Scootching over a bit, he leaned his back against the crotch of the Nidoking’s big and index toes and let out a relaxed sigh. As he leaned back into the warm toe flesh, he quickly learned how sweaty the feet of the Nidoking were as multiple beads of sweat instantly slid down onto him after being disturbed from him leaning back into the meaty toes, dousing him in the salty liquid with a little bit getting into his mouth, much to Zeus’ pleasure. As he continued to relax, he curiously felt some slight movement from underneath his body, which upon glancing down he surprisingly saw a micro trapped underneath him. Upon seeing this little dude, Zeus then looked around on the rubber surface and began to realize there were a couple others than just the one beneath him, each one partially trapped beneath the giant purple flesh walls to varying degrees. Two were halfway finished pulling themselves out from under the giant toes, while others only had a limb or head poking out from beneath their meaty prison, all of them clearly weak after being trapped under the Nidoking’s feet for so long. Rather than sympathize with the even smaller micros, Zeus decided that he was in the perfect position to have a bit of fun as he relaxed. Adjusting his position a bit, the poor micro trapped beneath him only had a moment of respite before being pinned again under the Yveltal, this time under his large red foot. Only getting free from the feet of the Nidoking for a few seconds before suddenly and randomly finding himself now under the feet of a Yveltal, fresh from his shoes. Zeus meanwhile leaned back against the warm and sweaty wall with his winged arms behind his head, resting his eyes as he grinded his two-toed foot against the unfortunate micro beneath him. He doesn’t know how long he’ll be here for, could be either until the Nidoking takes off his sandal to release all the micros trapped inside, or until Drei comes back to get him. Until then though, he’ll stay right where he is, enjoying some of the micros and sweat provided by the Nidoking above and around him.Whoopsie, been a while since my last post hasn't it? I introduced Warren here and then proceeded to not upload any of the art I commissioned of him. Most of that has to do with college and some recent bs with my irl job. Also didn't help I had a nosy brother around so it was more difficult to write this stuff.
I definitely went also went overboard again, so that didn't help as well. That being said, the story is written and done. I'll likely look into writing even smaller bios and descriptions/stories in the future since I have such a backlog of commissions to upload that if I don't change, I'll be 40 years old before I get caught up xD
Got some more of this big dad to upload so stay tuned for more Nidodad~
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DREILittle bacon birb between the toes is
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Pokemon
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File Size 1.88 MB
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