It was a calm Saturday night and a pair of guys were in a drunken sleep on top of a bed. It was probably the safest thing they could do when one of them, a tiger named Koolai, was only six inches tall. He was ten times smaller than his already tall boyfriend Tyler (an Austrian Pinscher), who stood three inches over six feet. They were an odd couple, a cat and a dog, a micro and a macro, but they were together.

Tyler had met Koolai in probably the worst way for a micro: in a bar, full of drunk patrons. Macros love to bully micros and when the cheap beer is flowing in happy hour people do rather stupid shit. Koolai was one of those people, slipping into macros’ beers in order to get someone to play with him and only making it much more likely for him to wake up in somebody’s belly. Fortunately, Tyler wasn’t that drunk and brought the tiger back home with him. Probably for the best really…

Back at his house, Tyler was already drunk as was Koolai. Plopping down onto the couch, tiger on his tummy, Tyler and Koolai decided to watch late-night stoner cartoons to kill time until sleep sets in. The show was about walking, talking food “solving mysteries” and ruining property values just by living their lives while their bulldog neighbor has to deal with the ensuing chaos. All the while, Koolia was more interested in the dog’s paws than the show… something Tyler had taken notice.

Tyler stretched his toes, splaying them out. He sat up, sending Koolai tumbling to his lap, and massaged his paw pads… before an idea formed in his head. A devious but potentially fun idea.

“Hey, Kool-aid, could you massage my paws for me?”

Before the palm-top tiger could even reply, Tyler had dumped him onto the far end of the couch, a little grin on his lips as he kicked his footpaws up, gently pressing against him with warm, slightly sweaty pawpads, the masculine, though delicate scent of it lingering in the fur between his toes. Tyler pulled up paw and began gently pressing it into the tiger’s face, burying him in his sweaty fur. With nowhere to go, Koolai licked and kissed Tyler’s paw as tiny paws massaged the soft, leathery pads.

“Mmmh, that’s good,” he said as he unbuckled his jeans. “Keep going like that…”

Now buried in the source, the heady smell of sweat and fur overpowering him, Koolai couldn’t refuse his urges any longer. He pulled down his pants and began to rub his rod against the macro’s paw… and action that only made Tyler grin even wider.

“Oooh, so you do like my paws, don’t you. You’re so naughty… I guess you need to learn some manners…”

Tyler smooshed another paw into Koolai’s groin, pinning a toe up the tiger’s aching erection.

“Look at you, getting excited with my paws in your face. I bet you’d love to just shrink down to a flea and live in them, huh? You’d look so cute like that.”

The tiger panted and moaned as the paws toyed and abused his little body as if he were, well, a toy. It was too much for the tiger; he blew his load into the fur and onto his pads.

Tyler smiled.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the tiger stained my fur… I guess somebody needs to be punished!”

In the afterglow, Koolai barely noticed Tyler carrying him over to his groin, his cock already free from his sheath and as hard as iron.

Koolai shuddered at the thick, masculine, musk of Tyler’s pre-cum. It filled his lungs and sent his head spinning from just a whiff. The canine cock was as big as Koolai himself and much wider, especially with the huge knot at the bottom. The tiger could barely wrap his arms around the thinner middle and the steady flow of pre-cum only made it harder. It wouldn’t matter much as Tyler took over. A massive footpaw pinned the tiny tiger firmly into his rod, his soft fur rubbing into the sensitive topside of his dick.

“Mmmh, now be a good kitten and help me out, will you?”

Between a cock and a hard place, Koolai was at the total mercy of Tyler and he loved it. He kissed and licked away at the pre-cum that smeared onto Tyler’s toes as Tyler gave himself a pawjob, using the tiger as his personal toy.

Koolai ran up and down, faster and faster as Tyler pressed harder. The air flew out of Koolai’s lungs as Tyler grabbed his cock in his paw, almost completely forgetting about the tiger there. The only thing keeping the cat going was the thick flow of pre-cum making the cat’s fur nice and slick.

“Haa. I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

Tyler blasted Koolai with a thick stream of cum, covering his face with sticky strands. The thick globs of spooge filled every nook and cranny of his mouth before flowing down his throat. By the end of it, Kooali’s belly was distended, his fur sticking every which way.

Tyler gave him a quick kiss before washing him off in the sink, making sure to clean every centimeter of the tiger’s body.

The odd couple crawled back onto the couch and slept soundly, Tyler on one side… and Koolai at his feet, smiling blissfully