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Novarro the hawkmon had been struggling with a serious case of art-block over the past two weeks. The digimon could only stare blankly at his empty papers for hours whenever he tried to make some progress on his next story. This of course, was incredibly frustrating for him given how writing was his biggest passion, but when it came to writing SFW, he was often clueless. So far, Novarro had tried everything in order to reignite his inspiration. He had created mood-boards. He had switched his usual workplace, trying different rooms in his home other than his office, to no avail. He had even decided to ask his friend Ollie for some help, despite knowing well that the shoutmon was much more interested in talking about his skating sessions and often mocking Novarro for his writing hobby. Still, desperate situations called for desperate measures. As such, Novarro had asked Ollie to come over to his house and help him find a good topic for his next story. It took some convincing, but after a bit of back and forth, the shoutmon agreed to visit him after a brief workout in the park under the condition that Novarro would watch the most recent videos featuring his sickest tricks. It was still early in the afternoon when the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. The sun was still high in the sky and Novarro had just finished cleaning the dishes from his previous lunch. As soon as he heard the bell, the hawkmon bolted towards the door, hoping that Ollie’s visit would be the answer to his art-block. Eagerly opening the door, he was presented with the sight of a very sweaty and very smug Ollie, the shoutmon clearly hadn’t bothered to make a quick stop at his own home after workout to clean himself even a bit. –“ ‘Sup nerd, heard you were feeling lonely or had some trouble with coming up with stuff to put in your stories. It was difficult to make out through the phone with all your whining in the background”- said Ollie as a greeting, clearly enjoying every opportunity to throw a playful jab at his friend. -“Hi Ollie, thanks for coming by…” was Novarro’s brief and dry response, already doubting if inviting the rowdy shoutmon had even been a good idea to begin with. –“Oh, where are my manners, come inside and make yourself at home! I’m preparing some tea and snacks, but in the meantime, we can hang out in my living room. Just make sure to take off your shoes at the entrance, I just cleaned the floor today” added the hawkmon, beckoning his friend to follow him inside. However, as soon as the shoutmon followed suit and removed his footwear, Novarro realized just how distracting the sight of Ollie’s steaming paws and shoes could be. In a moment, the hawkmon’s mind started racing, imagining unfortunate or even willing micros strapped to those gnarly stompers, or smushed on the grimy insole of the sneakers. –“Dude, are you okay? If I didn’t know any better I’d think this whole visit was just an elaborate trick to get some close views of my paws. Just messing with ya of course, I know you only care about those silly stories of yours”- snickered Ollie as he walked past the still slightly mesmerized hawkmon into the living room proper, quickly taking a seat on the sofa and getting comfortable. Over the following hour and a half, both digimons made small talk while browsing on their phones and watching some TV. This wasn’t going Novarro’s way. He had attempted several times already to get a real conversation going, with actual topics but all he could get from Ollie were shrugs or mere acknowledgements before the topic of conversation inevitably returned to his skating hobby. To make matters worse, each time he looked at his friend on the other side of the sofa he couldn’t avoid taking accidental peeks at his exposed paws. This in turn caused him to continue imagining situations where Ollie would torment micros using them, which was exactly what Novarro wanted to avoid. Not only he knew that the shoutmon would tease him until the end of time if he figured just how much he was interested in his feet, but in addition, he yearned to be a professional writer, a respected artist, which meant that he needed to keep under wraps his fascination for size-smut stories no matter how much he enjoyed writing them. He just needed to stay focused on his goal and find a serious topic for his next work. Another hour went by and things stayed the same, with the exception that Ollie had started to grow bored and decided to look around Novarro’s home while the hawkmon prepared the next batch of snacks. Novarro was still so preoccupied with thinking how much of a disaster this whole plan had been so far, that he didn’t notice he had accidentally picked the wrong bags of tea, using his special shrinking blend reserved for when he needs subjects for his size stories instead of regular tea bags. Meanwhile, Ollie had kept himself busy around Novarro’s home, touching many of his trinkets and even getting a few laughs from reading his unpublished drafts. Still, being as careless and laidback as he was, he often failed to pay proper attention to his surroundings, which in this occasion led to him accidentally knocking an inkwell that the hawkmon had left on the ground earlier after trying to write in different rooms other than his usual office. Ollie only noticed the incident after feeling a cool and wet sensation under his paws. Both his soles had become completely stained with ink, leaving black pawprints wherever he stepped. –“Damm, it’s gonna take me a while to get this stuff off from my feet. Why the hell does this nerd have this old-timey stuff laying around on the ground?”- protested the shoutmon while checking both of his stompers. To make matters worse, in doing so, he failed to also notice some of Novarro’s drafts scattered on the ground. In a matter of seconds, those sheets of paper full of potential ideas and scenarios had become ruined, their texts banished under a bunch of inky pawprints. Ollie, of course, didn’t care all that much about it, choosing to instead continue touring the house while also leaving inky stains wherever he went. To say that Novarro was horrified upon his return would be an understatement. It had taken the shoutmon less than 10 minutes to leave a huge mess in the bird digimon’s home. In addition, to add insult to injury, Ollie remained completely unfazed when he confronted him about ruining some of his work. –“Chill man, those papers couldn’t have been all that important if they were laying on the ground like that. It’s funny just how worked up you get about this stuff”- said the shoutmon in a very bad attempt at de-escalation. -“ Of course I’m livid dude, I was trying to work on stuff and now I’m going to have to spend the entire weekend just cleaning the mess you made. Just thinking about it is mak-” Novarro attempted to say but was soon interrupted by Ollie snatching one of the cups of tea he had brought to the living room, the shoutmon clearly not paying attention to his rant. -“Whoa this stuff is actually pretty rad, I’ve never been much of a fun of tea but yours tasted pretty good”- said Ollie after chugging the whole cup in one go. Furthermore, he added a cheeky burp right in Novarro’s face before the hawkmon could attempt to say anything further. By this point, Novarro was fuming and pretty much ready to end the meeting right there and then, especially after seeing how Ollie had gone back to watching skating videos on his phone, further ignoring him. However, much to the surprise of both digimon, Ollie started to rapidly shrink, quickly going from his usually taller-than-average size to a meagre inch in size. Novarro was quick to put two and two together and realized he had used the wrong type of tea. He was glad he hadn’t taken even a sip from his own cup, otherwise both could have shrunk or even worse, he could have ended at the mercy of his teasy friend. Still, he got over the initial shock quite fast, thanks in part to how often he used that same tea in order to snatch easy micros to serve as inspiration for his hornier works. That’s why, before Ollie could even gather his bearings, he was quickly snatched from the ground and brought before the massive bird’s face, now sporting a smug smirk. There wasn’t anything wrong with having a bit of fun, Novarro thought. He had made a genuine attempt to get something more serious working, but if the universe was going to conspire against him, he deserved a bit of enjoyment in exchange. At the same time, and in tandem with this line of thought, the hawkmon’s mind started racing with spicy scenarios without any restraint for the first time in weeks. Of course, after being so fixated on Ollie’s paws all afternoon, his first idea was to use the now tiny shoutmon as his pawtoy for the remainder of the day. Poor Ollie soon started regretting mocking the bird so relentlessly, especially after Novarro skilfully tied him to the sticky thong of his sandal put it on to take a stroll through the house, forcing the shoutmon to be pressed between the his toes, enduring the heady musk and heat accumulated in that pit and the scent of old and new sweat wafting from the sandal itself. This wasn’t the end of his punishment of course; Novarro was just getting started. Following his short walk through the house, in which he also started cleaning up Ollie’s previous mess, he decided to rest a bit back on the sofa. After easily untying the now damp and musky shoutmon, he started rubbing his tiny form between his other toes and bellow his arches, using him as a tiny toe-floss, gathering as much toejam and grime as possible, leaving Ollie completely saturated with the scent of tired talons. By the end of the afternoon, as the sun was finally settling down, Novarro laid comfortably on the ground, writing a list of things he wanted to try out with his tiny friend, now fully invested in writing another size story. At last, he was feeling that spark of inspiration he had been searching for so long. It no longer mattered that it wouldn’t be used for a milder story, as long as he had fun writing it, everything was fine. In fact, he decided to keep Ollie as his tiny toy for a bit longer. He was just such a great source of inspiration. He’d need to give him more doses of the tea though, but it’s not like the shoutmon was in any position to refuse. This chill disposition on the hawkmon’s part contrasted with Ollie’s, being forced to endure a relentless smushing between both of Novarro’s paws, never being allowed a moment of respite to plan an escape. To make matters worse, a sensation between his legs seemed to confirm that at least part of him was okay with the idea of being toyed by the giant hawkmon, making him blush intensely. Fortunately for him, it seemed that he was going to have plenty of time to figure out his feelings…
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