Growlmon is lying on his side, curled in a loose ball, and snoring slightly. Gazing intently at the monster before you, you swallow hard and stand dead still in the cave entrance, your mind racing. You know why you are here, but now that it comes to it you cannot bring yourself to approach the sleeping digimon. Your eyes travel down from his side, slowly rising and falling with each deep breath, to the tip of his tail, curled back around behind him. You run your tongue over your suddenly dry lips, and glance back up, trying to gague the likelihood of him waking presently. You can't quit now, you tell yourself. After coming this far, to turn back at the last minute would be a lifelong torment. And he appears now to be as aslpeep as he'll ever be. With a great effort, you take a step into the cave, breathing fast. The great digimon makes no movement. Swallowing again, you creep closer, watching Growlmon closely, until you are a metre behind his back. Even lying down he towers a good three feet over you, and you pause for a moment, feeling slightly safer out of his immediate sight.

 Wiping sweat from your forehead, you silently step around behind his head and then with a great effort of willpower, begin edging around in front of him. You try desperately to control the sound of your breathing, and the pounding of your heart as you enter his field of vision. You are now directly in front of his face, and he has only to open one eye and the game would be up. You know that Growlmons do not take kindly to being disturbed by sneaking humans. Many stories told of the irritable digimon lashing out in rage at a passing human or even a party of humans. Such encounters were seldom less than fatal. Shaking, you glance to your left and see his two great feet resting one on top of the other, only metres from you. A great trembling excitement brews up in you as you gradually approach them, and you keep flitting your gaze back to Growlmon's face until finally the big red soles come between it and you, blocking his head from your view and (you hope) blocking you from his.

      You stop creeping and quietly drop down onto your knees, gazing avidly at the two huge feet only inches from you. They are stacked neatly, the left on top of the right, both curled slightly, forming thick, beautiful creases across the arches. The feet are triangular in shape, each with a large rounded heel, sporting a long hallux claw at its base; and broadening along the arch, to a thick, wide ball and two large toes, ending in long, sharp claws. Each foot is about four and a half feet long from hallux to claw tip, and just under three feet wide at the ball. Their rust-reddish colour is slightly darker and duller than the rest of Growlmon, particularly around the heel and ball, and the pads of the toes. You stay there, knelt at his feet, for several minutes, your eyes travelling from toe to heel and back again, savouring the sight of the great, beautiful soles resting casually before you. Your fear is pushed down and burried as other emotions come to the forefront of your mind. Even when the toes of Growlmon's left foot unexpectedly flex with a graceful, fluidic motion right before your eyes you do not think of moving, in fact an altogether more daring idea enters your mind.

      Breathing deeply, you kneel up and slowly lift your right arm, noticing your hand trembling. You hesitate for a long while, then carefully, delicately touch your fingers to the underside of his left foot - just below the ball - and finally push your hand flat against his thick, tough sole. A shiver runs through you at the touch, and you gingerly begin running your hand up and down his foot from the ball to the arch, completely immersed in the wonderful feeling of the warm, firm sole against your skin. No sound escapes from Growlmon, and your courage mounts as you lift your other arm and carefully press your left hand flat against the underside of his foot, at the base of the arch. You feel the thick sole give slightly and crease around your trembling hand. Unable to restrain yourself, you kneel up and begin to bend forwards, your breathing fast and shallow, for a moment you almost pull away, then throwing away your hesitations, you lean forward and press your face firmly to his great, warm sole, taking in a deep breath. A huge surge of pleasure washes over you and you lean further forward, pushing your head deeper into Growlmon's great, red foot. Suddenly it moves slightly, and you pull yourself away and fall back onto your hands, panting. Your eyes travel from the huge sole to the gap between his toes, through which Growlmon, now fully awake, is watching you steadily with a deep, frightening rumble.

      Shocked, you jerk back to reality and fall over backwards, horrified at your gross carelessness. Without warning, Growlmon's left leg lifts slightly and he pushes his foot to your chest, pressing your torso backwards until you are forced to lie down. With a startled cry, you try to shuffle backwards, but he firmly presses his foot down on you, flattening you out against the ground and covering your entire torso with ease. Panic grips you, but it is dampened by something else: excitement - pure, trembling, irrepressible excitement. Ever since you first set eyes on Growlmon you wanted to feel his great feet pressing down on you. You wanted to be covered up under them; to be burried deep in the those thick, beautiful soles. And now your wish has been granted, you think happily as you lie there, waiting for some angry onslaught from the creature that would spell the end of your life. Death would be a small price to pay for such an experience. You look up from between his toes, which are covering your shoulders, and curling over you slightly on either side of your head; and see Growlmon's head come up into view as he casually brings himself into a sitting position. Blinking, he slowly he lowers his head towards you and examines you more closely with a soft, curious growl.

      Surprised at his seemingly placid nature, you lie quietly, gazing back up at the great toothy visage looming over you; then you bend your right arm up, and timidly lay your hand on top of his toe, smiling at the feel of contentment that spreads through you. Slowly you begin dragging your hand back and forth, hoping that he can feel it. You snuggle your head up against the inside of his toe-crotch, and push up against his foot as hard as you can, almost willing it to press you down until your little body breaks. But killing you seems to be the least of Growlmon's intentions, as you feel the pressure lessen and the great foot lifts up off you, leaving you feeling dazed and disorientated as well as more than a little surprised. Somehow you hadn't pictured anything beyond being pinned down under his foot; and it came as rather a shock to be released without so much as a scratch. Growlmon sits back on his haunches with both feet in front of him, facing inwards slightly on either side of you. He looks down at you, his head cocked to one side. Blinking, you push yourself up into a sitting position and nervously return his gaze, wondering just what will happen next.

      You don't have long to wonder, as Growlmon quickly reaches out one foreleg and before you can react, deftly plucks you off the ground with his claws. Your fear rises again as you are brought up to his great muzzle, and you try to free yourself, but are firmly clasped in the huge, warm paw. He leans forward and inhales deeply several times, lifting your hair slightly. Your eyes widen and move to his huge jaws, with sharp teeth protruding here and there from between his lips. The thought crosses your mind that he is quite large enough to swallow you whole, and the chances are that he will be hungry after waking up. But he seems to decide that you are not edible, or at least are not to be eaten; either way you feel a rush of relief as he lowers you back down and releases you. Standing up, you tun and look behind you. The entrance to the cave is barely 10 yards away, and looking back at Growlmon, you find it hard to imagine him rushing after you and dragging you back if you tried to escape.

      Suddenly your gaze is drawn to his left foot, as he moves it toward you slightly, with a soft growl. You feel your insides start tingling again as you watch the huge foot slide across the floor of the cave, its sole facing towards you. He moves it slowly, evidently not wanting to alarm you, then brings it to a halt a couple of metres before you. Excitedly, you look back up at his face and cannot help but laugh from sheer released adreneline as you see his expectant, almost eager expression. This is too good to be true, you think as you return your gaze to the great foot. Swallowing, you shakily move closer, then kneel down again inches from his foot, tensing as he flexes his toes slightly. You glance back up to his face, still decidedly benevolant, and even encouraging. You lift your trembling hands, hesitate for a moment, then press them firmly to his warm sole, smiling broadly at the wonderful sensation of the smooth scales against your skin. You begin tentatively running your hands up and down, drawing a deep, soft growl from Growlmon. Your breathing grows faster, as you continue rubbing the underside of his huge foot, gaining confidence as you do so. Soon the urge to get closer becomes too much to supress, and you cautiously put your cheek up against his sole, feeling its warmth against your sensative skin. Sighing, you press your face deep into it, and wrap your arms around his toes, which flex gracefully as you try to pull yourself closer to the huge, red foot.

      A satisfied growl eascapes Growlmon, and you feel his foot begin to slowly pull forwards and tilt down at the same time, gently pressing you down underneath it until you are lying flat on your back against the ground with his great foot settled heavily upon your torso, covering you up neatly and holding you securely. You moan in pleasure and reach up to run your hands up and down the top of his foot. You continue this for several seconds, until Growlmon returns the favour and begins carefully stroking your little body under his great, powerful sole. You gasp as the huge foot slowly drags over you with enough pressure to firmly hold you down, but not enough to pull you along with it. He repeats this several times, seemingly enjoying the sensation as much as you do, until finally you feel the foot lift up slightly, and start as it glides into a new position, hovering teasingly inches above your face. Your breathing becomes fast and shallow as you gaze up at the huge foot directly above you, positioned so that your head would fit neatly into the arch, just below the ball if he were to lower his foot - and you have a sneaking suspicion that he will.

      Sure enough, with a deep, sot rumble, Growlmon gently treads down until the centre of his foot touches your nose. He holds it there for a moment, then pushes his thick, padded sole firmly to your face, covering your head up completely and pressing it deep into the warm underside of his foot. Had you been able to make a noise, you would have been screaming in ecstacy. You feel the heel settle down to rest on your chest, its hallux claw pressing down smoothly along the centre of your little body. With your face burried deep in Growlmon's soft sole, you experience darkness like you have never known it before; whether your eyes are open or closed you don't know, but you are utterly aware. Your senses improve tenfold and you can feel every single scale and crease in the great sole that covers your head. You can even feel the slow, regular pulsing of blood through Growlmon's veins as the sensative skin on your face is pressed up into his vast foot. Again you feel the wild, trembling exhultation of knowing that you are completely at the mercy of this huge digimon. He has only to press his foot down a little harder and your life would come to an abrupt end - you know it, and you know he does too. It seems strange that this doesn't bother you in the slightest, indeed you feel that you would quite willingly expire under Growlmon's foot if he wanted you to. It would be wonderful way to die - feeling the soft, warm sole conform around your head, engulfing your entire existance with ease. Feeling it slowly press you down harder and harder until you knew no more...*

      You don't know how long you were under there, but when Growlmon finally pulls his foot from your head you reflexively sit bolt upright and gasp violently as your lungs frantically replenish their supply of oxygen. You hadn't even been aware of your lack of air, and you think how lucky you are that Growlmon released you before you suffocated completely. Still panting, you lower yourself back onto your hands and look up at the great digimon, who has placed his foot down beside you and is watching you with a calm, friendly expression. You grin and fix him with an exhausted, but deeply satisfied look of gratitude, then slump back down and lie still, until your breathing returns to normal. As your head clears you wonder just how close to death you were, and whether it was just a lucky coincidence that Growlmon had let you up when he did. Did he know that if he had kept his foot on you for just a few seconds longer you would now be dead? Would it matter to him if you had quietly expired beneath his foot? Yes, you decide - Growlmon would not have let you die. You realise with interest that unconsciously you have come to trust him completely. You have (more or less) willingly placed your life at his mercy - did that mean that you trusted him, or just that you were prepared to risk dying to satisfy yourself? Since Growlmon seems to enjoy putting his feet on you, and you definitely enjoy being under them; it sort of makes sense for you to trust him - there was no reason for him to hurt you. Unless of course he would further enjoy killing you underfoot. But if that was the case, he would have already done so, you reason. Unless he was building to that...

      You are interrupted from your convoluted thoughts as the great foot beside you pulls away and Growlmon kneels forward and slowly goes down on all fours, bringing his head down to your level. You manage to fight the urge to back away as the huge scaley muzzle comes towards you, slowing to a halt barely a metre away, his chin resting on the floor. You wonder why it is that you can place your head squarely under Growlmon's foot without fear, but now, standing face to face with him, you can barely stop yourself trembling. A soft, friendly growl draws your attention, and you nervously look up to meet his gaze. Even with his head flat against the ground, Growlmon's eyes are easily at your own eye-level, and you cannot help but wonder how a creature so much larger, and so aparently different to you could share your unusual desires. Quite convenient really, you think. You take a step forward and lift your hand, then hesitantly place it on his snout. The soft rumble grows louder and Growlmon turns his head to the side slightly, his great, yellow eyes serenely taking in your two small ones in a calm, unblinking gaze.

      A smile creeps across your face and you move closer to the side of his head, running your hand up and down the soft scales on his snout. Evidently enjoying the sensation, Growlmon closes his eyes and you feel something push lightly against your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see one of his forelegs come forward, and then you feel his paw gently close around you and he presses you against his cheek. Alarmed, you try to push free, but he holds you firmly until you calm down and stop struggling. Once you realise that he is not going to hurt you, you settle down and feel the aprehension slowly drain from your tense little body. The great, warm paw covers your back completely, pressing you comfortably into his soft scales. You happily rest your head on top of his snout and relax completely, allowing his huge paw to support you. Growlmon's deep, soft rumbling becomes an unmistakable purr, and you hear him sigh contentedly.

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