Mathew looked down through the bars of the balcony he was trapped on. His tiny feet pressed into stone as his blue hair flicked in the wind. He was high up, impossibly high it seemed. At his size, he figured he could possibly survive the fall - after all, terminal velocity was a bit different for little ones like himself. And even if he didn’t, he’d still be alright in the end. Either a swift trip to another reality, or a long period of injury until death came in the form of a foot, animal, or insect. Not exactly a great choice…

Turning back, he saw the open doorway behind him.

An ornate sliding glass door, built like a mixture of old English architecture and modern construction. There were some cracks in the glass near the side, splintering up slightly from a marred frame where it would meet the castle’s wall. Beyond, a spacious, carpeted room with a single desk and a comfortable looking bed. Instead of jumping and letting fate decide, the little one turned back and scurried into the relative safety of whatever castle he had come back to life in…

The carpet was nicer to walk on than the stone outside. His tiny feet slipped between the strands, which parted slightly with each step he took until he was directly in the middle of the room. It seemed to be pretty well maintained. Before he could do much more exploring, however, a door near the back of the room swung open. A slight bit of steam rolled out as the sweet smell of shampoo filled the air. Naked, barely covered by the towel she was drying her fur off with, was Caeli. Blushing deeply, the little one turned away from her, not wanting to intrude on her privacy in her own home. He started to carefully make his way through the carpet to the closest point of cover he could find.

The desk, with a large mirror on top.

Thud…

Thud…

Thud…

Pawsteps echoed behind him as he moved, his own steps getting a little more frantic before he felt a jolt of pain arch up through his spine. His entire body lifted from the ground as Caeli’s toe collided with him. It felt as though his spine shattered, like he’d been hit by a freight train as he sailed through the air, underneath the desk. He rolled to his back, gasping for air to fill his freshly emptied lungs. It took him a few moments to recover enough air to make any noise whatsoever as he lay helpless beneath her desk, unable to move.

“Wh…” He whimpered out, though he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs to speak.

Even though he was wearing a small kilt made from grass blades, his arousal slipped through. Poking up as pleasure washed over him. He hadn’t been broken, not yet at least. Just bruised slightly as he watched Caeli sit down. She’d already put on her pants and shirt. An orange crop-top tanktop, blue jean shorts, with a pair of black belts crossing her pelvis. The towel she was using to dry off her fur fell to the ground nearby, as her paws slid forward.

Settling into her chair, her right paw came to rest to the left of the little one. She used it to drag her chair forward, her teal pads pressing into the ground. He hadn’t landed perfectly between where her paws would rest, however. As her left paw lifted forward, it came directly over him. He took in a deep breath, gasping as the soft, damp paw pad enveloped his tiny body. The pressure forced the air back out of his lungs as he lay there, feeling his arousal press up against his abdomen.

“Hmm?” He heard from above, followed by a gentle sigh of contentment.

The paw slid down his body, her toes gripping down on him. A bean pressed deep into his body, directing pressure down onto his entire form as he struggled to keep from being crushed outright. It controlled his breathing, and he was small enough to be completely covered by her single digit’s tip.

And all he could smell was the sweet smell of whatever soap she used. Her toe’s pad was incredibly soft. As she slid her toe pad up his body, he felt the underside of his arousal drag along. He gripped the carpet tight, keeping himself still as she seemed to be feeling him. A second later, it flicked up into the fur between her toe’s pad and ballpad. He wanted to yelp in ecstasy, but was unable to get enough air into his lungs to do so. His heart raced, feeling the soft, silky main pad of her paw touch his arousal and push it back into his stomach. Shortly after, his face was pressed deep into the crotch of her toes. He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet, fruity, clean smell as her pad slid forward onto him, enveloping him once again inside an impossibly soft, silky heaven.

Meanwhile

Caeli ran a comb through her hair, humming to herself as she looked in the mirror. She brushed it to the side, spending time after that to brush the rest of her fur out with a second comb. Running it along her arms, her wrists, her shoulder - every bit of exposed fur until she got to her legs. She had absolutely no clue what was beneath her desk, but she didn’t care. It was something to fidget with while she got ready. The gentle tune she was humming was interrupted as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She set down her comb, slipping the device out to see her friend had sent her a text.

‘Omw. Be there in 20 - Vesper,’the text read, followed by a profile picture of a little skull with horns.

‘I’ll be there in 10’ she typed back.

A jolt of energy ran up her spine. It felt like a soothing, focused wave washed over her entire body from her paw up to the tip of her ears. They flicked, along with her teal tail. She attributed the sensation to a natural high of sorts, a jolt of excitement at the prospect of a challenge while watching the dots on her screen pop up.

“Rly? K I guess. Doubt it tho speedy.”

“Lol, seeya there slowpoke.”

Below…

Mathew lay shaking on the ground. She had lifted her paw up from him, instinctively it seemed. A glowing blue splatter adorned the center of her paw pad as a glow of pleasure washed over his tiny body. He could see every minute flex of her toes, every ripple of her skin. Gently, the paw lowered, just far enough down to touch the tip of his arousal. The little one winced as her toes curled slightly. It seemed… Directed, though Caeli wasn’t doing it on purpose. With that point of contact, the little one was almost immediately immobilized. Every movement she made, every movement he made, sent shocks of pleasure through his tiny form. He panted, leaning upward just enough to touch the tip of his nose to her soft, silky pad.

The smell was divine. Not a hint of sweat. Just a clean, washed, sweet fruit scented paw.

It lowered again, just enough to touch his chest as he lay perfectly still. His head was forced to the side as her toes lifted and flexed… Then, it lifted up off of him entirely. He watched as her hands gripped the paw, kneading it for a moment before it came back down softer than before.

Pwap!

The air blasted from his lungs again as her paw came down on him full-force. This time though, he was barely able to get a little bit more air back into his lungs. He couldn’t see anything but the thin, teal layer of light between her paw pad’s skin and the carpet he sunk into slightly. The smell had changed though… Honey, lotion… Her paw pad was slightly damp as well.

“Perfect,” he heard her say, her voice muffled before he felt muscle tense around him, behind the pad itself. The chair slid across the carpet, and her paw lifted again.

This time, he was stuck to it.

The honey lotion’s dampness adhered him to the center of her paw. Immobile, face-first, he took a deep breath as she stood up. Her paw swung through the air, before settling down into the carpet again. The air was squeezed from his lungs as she took her first step, straining his little body even beneath such a soft pad. All of her weight rolled onto him, starting at his skull and pressing into his legs. He watched as her paw pad came off the floor, lifting his head. The first step adhered him more to her pad as she hummed to herself, lifting up her paw entirely. He swung through the air, her toes spread in her gait before…

Pwacriiiiikkkk

His bones creaked, fracturing slightly as she stepped back down into the carpet, which gave way slightly to his body. He could tell she was picking up speed. Not only her regular weight, but a jolt of pressure pulsed down on his little body as she sprung forward into a running start. He heard her unfurl her wings, turning her entire body. He caught glimpse of her glass door sliding shut for just a moment as the paw he rode upon slid forward.

Squick!

Her paw landed on cold, hard stone. Not only that, she had crouched slightly, jumping off the paw he was underneath. The little one bore all of her weight for a split second, multiplied by the force of her jumping into the air. She had slammed the glass door shut behind her in her jump. Blood splattered across her paw as his sides split open. His skull cracked slightly, his jaw shattered, ribs had popped and broken in a single press.

Then, they were soaring through the air. Wind passed by his tiny form, blowing through the blood. However, he was close enough to her pad that it didn’t blow him free. He could feel her body shifting, her wings flapping. Her toes curled every so often as she gained more and more speed. Minutes felt like hours as his blood dried. All he could do was stare at the surface of her paw, the tail that flicked by his blurred vision every so often, and the clouds that danced past. White wisps of cloud coverage blew by like a plane in a jetstream. He felt like a bug splattered across a windshield.

Woosh, pat!

Caeli landed, feeling that thing stuck to her paw crack again as she did so. It was a bit intriguing to her, whatever it was from her bedroom had decided to tag along. Something was more important though… She slipped her fingers into her pocket, pulling out her phone as she walked along to the meeting point.

“Eight minutes~” She cooed to herself, before plopping down to take a seat at the park. She spread her wings out, basking in the sun as she crossed her left leg over her right. “Oh yeah.”

She angled her paw slightly so she could see the underside. Her eyes locked onto Mat’s body, pasted directly in the center of her dark teal pad. She flexed her toes, watching as the strange thing moved a little. Raising a brow, she reached down to peel it off. Maybe inspect it furth-

“Are you kidding me!” Vesper grunted as she jogged over, slightly out of breath, “I thought I’d beat you for sure. I live right around the corner and you live on the other side of town. Howwww?”

Immediately, her attention shifted off of Mat’s corpse to her friend approaching. A houndoom gal. She had back-swept horns with piercings, a choker necklace, and she wore a jacket with the sleeves ripped off. Fishnet gloves and stockings, a skirt, and an ornamental little cage dangling from a chain on her hip. Vesper shook her head as she watched Caeli laugh, before standing up and walking over to her. She could feel the thing on her paw wheezing out air with each step she took. Like a squeaky toy of somesort.

‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘if it was important, it wouldn’t have been on the floor.’

Crunch, Swing, Step. Crunch, Swing, Step.

Again and again, Mathew was pounded down. He could hear the two talking as they walked along. He caught glimpses of the city swinging by, of people walking along as he picked up dirt with each step she took. Her soft paws were a curse in some ways. Bones broke, again and again, but without the jolting force of her jumping into the sky, that’s all that happened. He could feel blood pressing out from the wound, but that quickly turned to mud before being walked off her paw entirely. His breathing was entirely dependent on her walking. The little one’s diaphragm had broken, he couldn’t breathe on his own if he tried. When her paw lifted, his lungs got a tiny bit of air before being expelled by her stepping back down.

They both stopped. She was just standing on him, her paw twisting a little, before she took a few more steps. He could feel his legs, flattened from the walking, dangle down this time.

Squelch, Swing, Step. Squelch, Swing, Step.

He saw her tail sway overhead. He had fallen off her paw, left on the ground in her wake. Unable to breathe, the little one twitched before Vesper came to a stop over him. She looked down at his tiny form with disdain.

“Ew.” She groaned, lifting her boot over Mathew.

He felt the rubber of her tread smash into him, twisting back and forth. A few more steps. His head was jammed between the tread as his consciousness began to fade. He felt grass as she drug her boot through the dirt. Once, twice, a third time… His body was dislodged, mostly. He watched as her foot lifted, his mangled corpse left on the ground, though his head was stuck like a pebble.

“Hey, wanna get ice cream?” He heard Caeli’s muffled voice say, just before darkness enveloped his entire consciousness. Then, his body reformed. He took another deep, deep breath as his vision began to clear.

Alive again, somewhere else…