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The jaguar yawned widely and dove into a gleeful stretch. Today was just as relaxed as any other. She pawed across the living room having just re-entered her house, gift in hand.

Sam was overall somewhat of a false figure. She appeared proud and mighty in her posture, but she was in all truth a somewhat soft-spoken girl. It was a wonder she'd so much as talked to Fiela about tinies--the little people she scarcely had any experience with--but she did, and in the end, that's what she was being rewarded for.

Why, it was just this morning that she'd received a present from her wolfess friend! A lonely, wrapped figure of diminutive size that continued to wriggle even as her scarlet eyes dared to drift toward it. In all honesty, she wasn't quite sure what it had in mind its fate to be. Thinking just a little, she set toward her bedroom and placed the tiny upon her desk.

Her bed was queen-sized and possessed a ceiling of its own, which Sam had found to help her get to sleep much easier. With the only bit of glee she could bring herself to express, she flopped onto her bed and drifted her head to her side, dreamily eying the tiny.

"Do whatever you want with him, I'm just getting sick of them showing up," Fiela had said. In other words, "As long as I find them, they're yours." Now that was a business deal she could get behind! She'd given plenty of thought before toward what she might want with a tiny, but right now, she was anything but hungry...that tallied off one thing. And she had a tough time caring much for other readily-available options. Stomping, killing, out-and-out pest control? Nah. What's the point? They're practically harmless.

Fiela had been receiving fewer and fewer 'visitors', or so she claimed. That meant to Sam that she'd get to collect any stragglers--maybe once a month, she figured, though it was possible that ratio would die out as time went on--and Sam suspected that Fiela doubted she would be terribly rash with her decisions. That much was obvious; after all, Fiela was the one to first say tinies weren't inherently bad. But whether she used one as a snack, played with it, or some other thing--it wasn't all much of Fiela's decision, was it? Not while she wasn't around, anyway.

Raising an eyebrow, the sunset-haired jaguar blew a nonchalant breath of air from her pursed lips in the general direction of the wrapped-up prize on her desk. The creature was a sheep, a fluffy little ovine held back by thin silken strands that knotted him up but good. His wool puffed out between laces, him rocking back and forth in attempts to escape, but all were in vain. He was going nowhere.

"So," she wondered aloud, now letting her arm slide off the mattress and hang above the floor lazily as she stretched on her stomach. Her hair made the same decision; some crimson-orange bangs remained to accentuate the brightness of her eyes. "What's Fiela said about me? The wolf girl, I mean."

The sheep made another attempt at escape with his wriggling and struggling, but ended up nearly falling to his side instead. His first captor, the wolfess in whose house he'd been caught, took no chances with his bindings, even if she made them seem like an afterthought at the time. "P-please don't..." he blubbered, "Please d-don't kill me!"

Unable to tear his mind from the sight, the sheep watched the jaguar's lips curl back in an entertained smirk--it was cruel in his eyes, and he was oh so fearful--then it faded somewhat as she cleared her throat. He awaited.

At first the jaguar enjoyed the amusing feeling that came from misleading the poor thing's demise, but she didn't care for it for too long. She did pity him a little, after all. She had something to get to, but she absolutely loved what she might get out of the experience in the meantime. Yet the tiny simply whimpered in initial silence. "Come now, she said nothing?"

"You..." he seemed a little disbelieving. Then again, having been tied up and given to another giant must have been quite a traumatizing experience. "S-she said you're nice..." He swallowed hard. That was the whole truth; was it what she wanted to hear? Sweat trickled from his cheek as she then giggled, sabre-like teeth protruding from her maw for seconds quick enough for him to be snatched up in.

"Did she now?" The cat found herself rather flattered, but she made her voice more teasing than anything else. "Is that what she said? That I'm nice?" She bared her teeth again, the action alone managing to force a single overpowering pulse from his heart, then a painful halt, before it returned to a quickened pace.

"Y-yes!" The sheep inhaled deeply. "She did, she said I might not have to worry--"

"Don't have to worry, huh?" She licked her lips. "Tell me more."

The sheep had to think fast. She might have been teasing now, but if anything, that couldn't last forever if he couldn't keep her attention...and interest. "T-that's all she had to say about you, but--"

"And you?"

Oh dear. He felt as though his clothing was growing tighter; he was practically brimming with embarrassed and frightened heat. He almost hated to admit to himself that he was growing the hots for this jaguar, in the strangest way, even in spite of the fact that she was dozens of times bigger than him in just about every dimension. The deadliest bloom truly is the prettiest.

"You're..." words nearly failed him. But as that singular fang protruded from her lip, he shook it off. "Stunning. I don't t-think there's any other way to put it."

"Heh. You're awfully sweet, then. And I'll let you decide just how nice I am; everyone has their opinion, after all." Frankly she didn't expect any compliments, she was simply being a tease...but she certainly liked where this was going. "I'll be straight with you for a second; I don't wanna eat you really, if that's what you're thinking."

"How about crushing me, then?" Much to her surprise, he said it purely as a joke, and one that made her laugh aloud at that.

"You're taking your situation pretty well...goodness." She smiled and danced a clawed finger around him as she began to sit up. "Don't worry, you can relax. I've got nothing against you." Her soft purr was disarming and purposeful. The finger poked a little at him, somewhat entertained by the act, as he let out restrained bleats in response. "I've only seen some tinies a couple times and honestly I doubt I could care less about them than I do if I tried."

Sam then poked the teasing claw through his ropes, slicing them off with ease. The sheep stood up, somewhat dumbfounded at his incredible luck, then warily looked at her a few times, as if expecting a trap. A little after the standoff he began to turn without another word--but two of Sam's other fingers pinched around his stomach, forcing further sounds of objection from the tiny creature.

"Okay, you're right, there is a bit of a catch." She began to crane him about her body, then plopped him onto the soft silky surface of her mattress. The sheep returned to his feet to feel and view his new surroundings, confused but not entirely reluctant. The shameless magenta comforter was tucked tightly and remained remarkably soft.

Then, two gigantic walls of gold and pink planted themselves before him, the lingering faint scent reminiscent of strawberry lotion. The sheep reared back at the sight of supple pink pads flanked by a forest of bright yellow, falling promptly onto his rump.

"My paws have been aching all day; I didn't have the best sleep last night. You wouldn't mind doing me a quick favor, would you?"

He stared on, continuing to disbelieve the situation he was in. At least he wasn't dead. "W-what kind of favor...?"

"You know well," she mewled cutely. "Pretty please?"

Well, damn. The last thing he thought to be a good idea was pushing his luck and refusing. He came to the house of the wolfess and got caught, and he thought back there he was doomed.

"I..." He then let his hands speak for themselves. Tentatively, cautiously, he brought his right hand to the sole of the jaguar's left paw, and gently stroked the pad. A heavenly murr emitted from behind them--was...that the sound he wanted to hear?

"Nice..." she rumbled.

"Okay," he whispered to himself, "That's a yes."

The texture of her foot's pads was soft but firm, making sure he did his job properly. They gave way to force, but pushed back just as much; he certainly had his work cut out for him. They were also damn near spotless--he was actually awed by it. No creases, no cracks; nothing but a smooth plain of pink. He made his first motions circular, massaging with only a medium of pressure. Sam did little to egg him on, except bopping his head with a wayward toe every now and again, as the sheep's hands did their work.

Suddenly, the sheep changed the pace. His hands went in faster, with a little more pressure, and they moved vertically instead. This was met with a gasp, then a somewhat loud contented purr from the feline titan that owned the towers of fur and flesh.

"You sure know how to please a girl," she said. His face went a little red, but he kept his focus. "What's your name, anyway?"

He broadened his shoulders and pushed with wide arms, a catalyst for the softest of comfortable groans to escape her. "A...Adrian," he said back. He decided to pause and held his hands to his knees. Already his muscles had grown a little weak. The one hand that decidedly did the most work emanated the scent of strawberry now--thankfully not of anything else.

"Well, Adrian," sang Sam from beyond, "I'm Sam. And by the way, you're not quite done yet." Suddenly she brought her paw down on top of him, bending her free leg as she joyously watched him struggle beneath the false weight. "Come on now, it's only a little more!" The jaguar played with a lock of fiery hair but applied only enough pressure to encourage him to continue.

This was a simply divine experience. It was a wonder she didn't have this idea before! Tinies were small, but that was arguably the best part of the ordeal. Adrian was very precise, and listened to every word she said. She shamelessly loved it. Not quite the feeling of control, but there was a feeling of mutual understanding to be found between the two. He was most likely simply content with living.

With a bit of careful prodding of her toes, the feline urged him to continue. The ovine was exhausted though said nothing of it, head stuck beneath the heavy crevice of two toes. He pushed back the paw with all his might and resumed the massage that had been ordered of him. His eyes scanned the pink void that hovered above him, looking for some spot that might assuage her to the best of his ability.

"Aha," Adrian muttered, hoping now he could finally finish. He wrapped his fingers around the area between two toes and squeezed firmly, which happened to elicit another moan from the giantess. Spurred by the success, he repeated the motion twice, each serving a similar response. He couldn't help but smirk at how easy it was to get to her most vulnerable points--and at how much she enjoyed it herself.

The sheep worked until his muscles ached for Sam gave no real indicator of when to quit. Adrian finally fell back from the paw, seeing his work to be done. However, he wasn't sure quite how much the jaguar wanted from him, and not wanting to risk it, he proceeded to her other paw that had remained untouched, seething in his mind at how much he had to do--

But a pair of fingers plucked him to prematurely halt his extra credit.

"Thanks...Adrian. That will do fine."

"You s-sure? I mean I didn't do all that much," he started, but he was forced to stop as Sam's maw drew open wide, a pink cavern glistening with saliva. The tongue lunged forth and harshly licked him, perhaps more for her own pleasure than as a thank-you. The ovine found himself not quite soaked, but uncomfortably, warmly wet on his face and torso, a feeling he unsuccessfully attempted to wipe away.

"It was excellent. Didn't expect you to be so...enthusiastic." The jaguar eyed his reddening cheeks, but thought nothing of it. He probably still felt a little threatened, after all, or befuddled, more likely. She couldn't quite discern, but gave it no further thought.

"But..." she trailed off. She gave Adrian a randy look, eyes half-closed and with only the most attenuated of smiles, then lunged again with the tongue. The wet pink mass lingered at the groin of his shorts and moved with slowness that was almost as painful as it was enticing for the sheep, and at which he could only bleatingly moan back at.

"Maybe I could return the favor. And maybe you've got some more sweet things you'd like to say about me when it comes down to it?" The jaguar held him above her muzzle now by the hem of his shirt, eying his exhaustion and yet reluctant thankfulness that she could see plastered over his face. He had nothing to return with. "And I'm not sure what my friends would think, so...let's just keep it a secret between you and I when I say that tinies might not be so bad after all, hm?"