Mathew was laying on his back, plain as day, aroused and exposed as the shark's bare foot smashed into the floor. The air blew over him, ruffling his hair and surrounding him with the intoxicating smell of her sweaty, grimy foot. He had braced himself for the impact, tensing his body and gripping a torn bit of floor with his tiny hand. Breathing deeply, he looked over to see the pad of her rough foot pressing into the ground with all her weight.

There was a second of hesitation as she spoke, looking back up to her. The naked shark towered over him, her towel held tight to her body with one hand as she awaited his answer.

"Yeah, sorry!" Mathew whimpered out, "I know this looks very bad, so real quick. I just reformed here. When I die, I get transported to new worlds, I swear on my life I wasn't creeping on you."

He was nervous, clearing his throat as he lay on the floor, aroused and naked, in a woman's hotel room.

She just stared at him, a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and anger on her face. She kept the towel wrapped up tightly against her body, before sliding her foot back and crouching down to get a better look at him, noting his arousal. Up close, she looked pretty beat-up, with dark circles under her eyes.

"Uh-huh." her tone was skeptical, as if she didn't quite believe him. "So if I just fucking paste you on this gross motel room floor, you'll just... end up somewhere else, huh?"

Her tone was threatening, and her toes instinctively dug into what could generously be called the carpet.

He watched, not attempting to flee or do anything else as she got a better look at him. His arousal was very plain to see when she realized he wasn't just an ordinary insect. The tiny being listened, and as soon as she said 'paste', he visibly moved. Almost as if the word itself caused a massive burst of pleasure to roll through his body, making him curl up in an almost insect-like way.

He looked down to her feet, then back up to her and nodded.

"Yeah," He said sheepishly, "I can't count how many times I've been crushed to death before. It's okay though, I uh... I like it. That's why I'm like this. I'm really sorry."

The little one did his best to hide his arousal with his leg, but the damage had already been done. He was just trying to be polite at this point.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her face slowly, culminating in her pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling slowly through it. Opening her eyes halfway, she stared at him again. "So, you just happened to end up in my room, after getting... I guess fucking killed somewhere else entirely. And also you're, like... tiny because of reasons."

None of this was in a questioning tone, it sounded more like she was just restating the facts as far as she knew them.

"And you're totally not a stalker or a really zealous fan going to absolutely insane lengths to get a close-up look at the Megalodonna, huh?"

There was a moment of visible confusion on his face when she said something about 'The Megalodonna'. After pausing for another second and looking around the room, he adjusted his leg to more fully cover his arousal. It wasn't going away, so he just had to conceal it for the moment.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have no idea who you are. Not to say you aren't famous or anything but, I'm just... Not from around here. I have no idea if outside this room is a desert, or a giant city, or some alien forest. If there are even humans on this planet or if you're all sharks."

He took in a deep breath, the smell of her feet still strong since he was still very close to them.

"But yeah, that's a fairly good synopsis..."