Riptide's day of fun

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Kerberos knelt, his face pressed to the ground. Well, ground was relative. When you’re the size of an ant, a single paw is a landscape in of itself. That was precisely where the zoroark Kerberos found himself. On his senior guildmate’s foot to be precise. With his tongue extended, he slurped up the crumbs of dirt and grime that covered the tiny spot.

“Get nice and deep,” Riptide rumbled in a voice that shook Kerberos to his core. It was a blushinducing thunder, despite his size. He laid on his stomach in his room, propped up on his elbows. One could barely see Kerberos on his exposed, massive paws, but knowing he was there was a thrill like none other for the titanic feraligatr. To the tiny zoroark on his sole, Riptide was nothing short of a god.

But for the humans still trapped in the whorls of his footprint? “God” didn’t come close. Those who survived Riptide’s original step (aka those who weren’t crushed or drowned in his toejam, sweat, or other bodily functions) had subsisted off of the very grime Kerberos licked up. With mouths that tasted of nothing but salty toejam and perspiration, they persisted deep in the endless valleys that formed his sole print. But of course, that all came to an end with the miles-tall titan who currently worshiped Riptide’s foot. Much like when their city was destroyed, the germ-like humans descended into a panic as the tongue above dipped into their protective valleys. A mass of flesh dove into the whorls of his footprint with every needy slurp. Masses of grime stuck to it, and with them came countless humans.

Kerberos, of course, knew nothing of the tiny “people” fighting for their lives as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Atop country-sized taste buds, they struggled to stay above the waves of saliva slithering down the muscle. At least until Kerberos swallowed, sending a massive wave of clear, bubbly slime to claim their lives. Awash in oceans of spittle, the sentient bacteria that called themselves humans descended Kerberos’ throat. And still, more remained. Some survived the fall, finding themselves in an
infinite pool of acidic fluid. They didn’t last long there.

Kerberos busied himself with more licks, not once stopping in favor of his master’s pleasure. “Don’t rush,” Riptide rumbled. “We’ll be here a long time.”

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This is an excerpt from a story my buddy galaxin wrote for me. I was left so smitten by it I had to draw something about it! Check his stuff if you can, he's a fantastic writer ^^

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Published: 2 weeks, 4 days ago

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