Zoe hummed to herself happily as her golden antenna shifted over her enormous, pink eyes. They curled down along the edge of a pair of oversized, round glasses, which were attached to her snout. She reached down into a field of flowers, fingertips gripping around the stem of a bright pink flower before she plucked it up.

“You look ready,” She said with a bright smile, “Thank you my little friend.”

It was the middle of summer, early in the morning on a Sunday. With flower in hand, the Orchid Mantis woman fluttered back through her rooftop garden to a table she’d set up. There was a bundle of home-grown leaves and other flowers she’d gathered sitting there. Happily, Zoe pushed the flower into place, then lifted it atop her head and set it on like a hat. Being a Mantis, she didn’t have hair – though she adored making these wreath-like replacements. They were all from her own home garden, which would change throughout the seasons. She even had a few evergreen trees growing nearby for the winter months, which she adored fitting with pinecones and other seasonal things. As always, she thanked her little flora sacrifices.

With her morning routine done, she walked to the edge of her rooftop and stepped off. Thin wings fluttered, keeping her aloft as her summer dress flowed around her hard, chitin exoskeleton. The building was old, a stone library with Gothic spires and other sorts of things. While it wasn’t exactly a landlord by trade, she rented out one of the rooms to a friend of hers to give her a place to stay without the worry of a mean overseer holding things over her head. As she reached the floor, she unlocked the doorway and stepped through into the grand library she owned. Pulling a small leaver, the sign outside swapped from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open!’

Her voice was smooth as silk as she hummed her tunes. Without having lips, all of what she said originated from her throat. Jaw lowered, she simply allowed the soothing, bright tune to echo through the library as she snagged a few stray books and looked at their covers. Fluttering up to the nearby shelves, she put them away where they needed to be.

Then, she heard footsteps. Flip-flops, slapping against the bottom of Mika’s feet as she came down the stairwell. Zoe happily fluttered over, stopping in front of the stairwell with her hands in front of her. The antenna atop her head shifted to a heart as she watched her friend emerge. Trapped inside the pair of jelly sandals she wore now, was her little toy. Mathew was beneath the ball of her foot, the sandal just soft enough to form to his body. He could hardly breathe as she walked, each step grinding down on his erection roughly.

“Oh, good morning Zoe,” Mika said with a smile, her ringed tail swaying behind her.

“You’re up super early!”

“My sleep schedule’s a little messy from the rave…”

“Two whole days off this weekend! It’s nice seeing you here more,” Zoe said as Mika walked past, “Should we get used to that maybe?”

“Probably not,” Mika laughed, pausing mid-step. The weight stifled Mathew’s breath, starting to suffocate him, “Actually though…”

“Yes?”

“Do you have anything special planned?” Mika asked, “Other than the library stuff?”

“No, I have a few study groups that like to come in, and the occasional person who wanders into the library from time to time… But I’m free,” Zoe replied sweetly, hovering behind Mika.

While her wings did make a slight buzzing sound, it wasn’t intense. It was more like the light hum of a fan than anything else, in fact the wind from her hovering was generally a nice reprieve for people around her in the hot summer months. Mika smirked, walking over to a nearby couch. She sat down, kicking up her feet on a table in front of her as she sunk into its soft surface.

“Then I’m gonna bother you today,” She said, her tail swaying.

“Really?!” Zoe squeaked, both antenna flicking up in shock.

“Well, me and my new toy,” Mika replied.

As Zoe fluttered over, Mika lifted her left sandal up and shook it. The Orchid Mantis watched as a small object tumbled out, landing on the table. Mathew lay, quivering in pleasure, aroused with the tip of his erection tinged with glowing blue liquid. Zoe tilted her head, one antenna raising while the other flicked down.

“What is it?” Zoe asked.

Mathew looked forward, the two already enormous Mantis eyes enlarged almost comically by her giant glasses. She stopped fluttering, tucking her wings tight against her back and folding them over each other as she examined the tiny being. She noticed his erection, his tiny form, and looked up to Mika.

“Such a lewd little toy, goodness… Why doesn’t it have clothes?”

“Because it’s my little footslut, and I was actually on my way to give it a proper sendoff.”

“Oh my!” Zoe said, her jaw shifting as she spoke, “How?”

“I got these new jelly flipflops from Sofia at the rave a few nights ago. I think it may have survived most of the day under me, but I wasn’t gonna let it get back un-squished…”

“It’s… Alive?” Zoe asked.

She reached down, aiming a pink fingertip directly at the twitching erection between his legs. As Mathew recovered from Mika’s walk to that point, his body sore and bruised already. The moment her fingertip touched his sensitive skin, he let out a gasp of pleasure. It wasn’t like Mika’s rough skin, or Sofia’s soft paw pads, it was something completely different. Hard, yet somewhat forgiving, with a layer of velvety fluff that slid over his erection as it was pushed into his stomach.

“For now,” Mika said with a laugh, “We’re going to fix that though.”

“Oh…” Zoe meekly said, sitting down next to Mika while never letting her fingertip leave the little one, “What if we… Don’t?”

“Nah, it adores being crushed and used, don’t worry.”

“How does it know? I don’t want to kill anything.”

“It’s immortal, I’ve already squished it twice and it survived the rave under Sofia. Trust me, just think of it as a toy – it’ll come back sometime soon and we can play with it all over again.”

“Okay…” Zoe said, gently ‘petting’ his erection as the two spoke about him, “So what does it like? Why was it in your sandal like that?”

“Being stepped on, feet… That sorta stuff.”

“Feet? But Mine are, well… Not like yours.”

“Eh,” Mika replied with a shrug, “Kick em’ up, you’ll see.”

Meekly, Zoe leaned back in the couch’s fluff. Mathew lay on the table in front of her, taking in sharp, quick breaths as he shivered in pleasure. As the Orchid Mantis lifted her thin legs, Mathew watched her green toes appear over the edge. Three large toes on each, with a thick main section and heel. Her arch was made of thin scales, almost like a snake’s belly, and the surface of her harder portions of foot had thick, sharp looking spikes that were mostly flush with her exoskeleton’s surface. She watched his reactions, noting his little body quaking as he pushed himself up to his hands and feet.

“Like… Like this?” Zoe asked, curling up slightly in embarrassment, “I’m sorry, I hope they’re not too… Off-putting to it, I’m sensitive.”

“No look,” Mika replied, gesturing towards Mathew as he started crawling towards her left heel, “Honestly, I think Sofia and I broke its brain a little. I’ve been teasing it since it came back.”

Zoe let her right foot slide down, allowing the side of her foot to rest on the wooden surface. Mathew watched as those thicker hair-like structures pressed into the table, almost grabbing onto it. As he stepped up to her, there was a sweet aroma that washed over him. It was more akin to smelling a flower than a foot. With both hands he reached forward towards her heel. The sharp points wrapped around his wrists, holding him close and forcing his hands into the surface of her exoskeleton.

“Do you feel that?” Mika asked, and Zoe nodded.

“My exoskeleton is very, very sensitive,” Zoe replied, her toes twitching as Mathew began to knead into her heel, “That feels so cute…”

Mathew slowly pushed himself into her heel. The moment he got close, he could feel the grippy texture begin to pull him in. It wrapped around his erection, tugging it close and forcing the tip against her smooth shell. He tried to move his arms and quickly massage, but the structure wouldn’t let him. Only when he made soft, slow movements was he allowed to massage. Each time he’d shift, he could feel her foot’s texture tug on his cock, almost like she was purposefully massaging it. Pushing his face into her shell, Mathew began to sniff, lick, and moan.

“Oh my,” Zoe said, hands near her snout.

Her yellow antenna shifted. Mathew slowly moved away from her, and she allowed it. He was released, turning his attention to her right foot laying on its side. He went towards her arch immediately, crawling like a pet until he reached her shell. Unlike the heel and ball, this was devoid of the strange, grippy surface. It was just smooth, dirty, and somewhat musky. Still sweet, but with a faint tinge of foot funk having accumulated in between the layers. It wasn’t sweat, it was something else.

He began to lick in between each, prompting Zoe’s toes to curl and a bright laugh to echo from her throat. She didn’t move her foot away though, if anything she pushed it closer.

“What do you think?” Mika asked.

“I love it,” Zoe replied, watching Mathew as he worked.

“It’s yours until we break it~”

“Okay… Are you absolutely sure its immortal?” Zoe asked, still concerned for Mathew’s safety, “I’d hate to kill such a strange little thing.”

“Absolutely.”

Two Hours Later.

The day was going by well. As people came into the library, Mika – having been relatively trained on the inner workings of the place, got up to help people check out books and do what they needed to do. Sometimes when Zoe couldn’t be available, and Mika had some time off, she’d take care of the library in her friend’s stead. After having just finished with checking someone out, Mika stepped back around the corner to see Zoe with her foot flat on Mathew’s little body, pinning him to the table.

Taking a seat next to her again, Mika flopped back. She kicked a foot up of her own, watching as Mika’s ankle shifted to reveal Mathew on the ball of her foot. He squeaked with pleasure, stuck to the surface entirely. Zoe wasn’t allowing him to leave yet. Right and left arms up, left leg twisted upward as well, he could feel his erection being pushed to its limits. Over the last few days, he knew nothing but overwhelming pleasure. Now, those gripping bits on her foot were constantly working at him, like being pinned to a wall that wouldn’t let him free.

“You should crush it a little,” Mika suggested.

“Heavens,” Zoe replied, “Doesn’t that hurt the thing? I don’t want to be mean.”

“Trust me, it adores the pain.”

Zoe nodded softly. She leaned forward as Mika wrapped an arm over her shoulder. Slowly, she pushed her foot into the surface. Mathew whimpered, his breath quickening as he felt the hard shell begin to pin him to the wooden table. His heart raced. He kissed, licked, and whimpered in pleasure. Zoe giggled, able to feel every little movement with such intense precision through her shell.

“It’s squirming more…” Zoe added, “Should I?”

“Yes.”

She lifted her heel. Mathew watched as the space began to compress. He could hear his body begin to squelch and crunch, breaking under the pressure like being trapped in a trash compactor. As his bones began to crunch and break, Zoe brought her hand up to her snout. She didn’t speak, though her antenna told the tale. They curled up into the shape of a heart. Just like everything else, she could feel every minute detail. Each crack, each squelch, every little crunch he made. She could feel his skull as it began to collapse, his lungs as they struggled to take in air, his heart as his pulse raced.

Everything…

It was one of the reasons she hovered places. Her shell was incredibly, intensely sensitive. She lifted up her feet, resting her heels on the table as her toes flexed and twitched.

“See? How did it feel?”

“Amazing… I’m… Speechless, that felt so nice,” Zoe replied.

“It’s probably still alive. I think it is at least, can you feel that?”

“It is. I can feel its little heart still beating, It’s still breathing… And twitching.”

“Now do you see why I had it in my flipflops?”

“Heavens yes,” She replied, “I should… I should get back to work, would you like to accompany me?”

“Of course.”

Zoe was careful when she got up not to actually finish Mathew off. Her wings opened up from her back again, fluttering to keep her hovering over the surface. Each time he twitched in agony her toes would flex in response. The day continued on, Mat survived most of it. He could hear other people, others who had no idea he was there, talking with both Zoe and Mika on occasion. He’d been hurt severely, mortally wounded, trapped on the sole of an Orchid Mantis woman’s foot.

Eventually, at the end of the day, when the sun began to set, Zoe settled down. Her foot landed on the floor, her light weight shifting onto him. Zoe was barely forty pounds, though that was more than enough to snuff out his little body. Her antenna twisted into a heart again as she felt him squish, lifting her foot to be sure the job was finished. However, she let him stay there…

Not washing him off, just allowing his tiny corpse to blend into the green surface of her exoskeleton…

She adored the sensation.