Splash!

Warm beer fell over Mathew’s tiny body like a wave crashing across the shore. He gasped, laying face-down on the dingy wooden floor of a busy pub. All he could smell was the unmistakable smell of beer now as he opened his stinging eyes, staring directly at the underside of an adventurer’s boots. He pushed himself to his hands and knees, looking up to the man holding a mug of beer high above him. The armor-clad warrior was a Firbolg, the sheathed tip of his sword resting right near where Mathew was. The tiny, blue-haired man was slightly to the chair’s right, and the Firbolg wasn’t paying any attention to him. Just laughing with his comrades.

Mathew took a moment to dust himself off, ringing the beer out of his long blue hair. Each beat of his tiny heart pulsed another wave of pleasure through him though, mostly at the situation. He looked up, under the chair to the bottom of the adventurer’s bare feet. His cloven toes flexed every so often, the only part touching the floor – as the rest of his foot was slid under the chair with his heels lifted. Crushed deep into the fur of his arch, along with the wafting smell of leather and musk, was a tiny being – a human, whose body was twisted, crushed, and hardly recognizable. Just like any other debris. His foot moved and shifted as he leaned forward, throwing cards and having a good time, his hoof-toes sliding around slightly with each gesture.

The human crushed, like it was nothing.

Mathew looked down to the rest of the table as he stood there, seeing four more adventurers sat around it. One was barefoot, humanoid of some sort. Probably an elf if he had to guess. There was a live human beneath their feet, though it was writhing and broken. The elf rolled the tiny being around haplessly with their great toe, twisting it more and more into the ground like a plaything. A kobold who had their feet forward, reptilian toes splayed with bits of human stuck in the webbing.

Mathew took a deep breath in, the smell of beer and foot musk filling his lungs as he did so from the Firbolg’s proximity. Then, he turned and started out towards the open. People walked around from time to time, though most of them were seated. His tiny heart raced in his chest as he wandered, not entirely sure where he should go, or what he should do, really. As he stepped over a crack in the wooden floor, he saw a splatter of dark brown. Almost like a gruesome, misshapen chalk outline of a person. Dried blood, with a single crushed arm left where it should be as though it were a puzzle.

“Don’t you worry darlin’!” Mathew heard overhead, “Finest ale in all the Sunset Mountains, brewed by the Bruenghor Clan themselves. I’ll get ya’ a pint and you’ll see for yourself, the stuff basically glows!”

Sai’s slender, blue tail swayed across the ground as she stood in front of her customers, one hand on her hip and the other holding her notebook. She had a writing utensil of some sort in her left hand that she tapped onto her hip. Bright blue skin, purple hair, dark horns. She was talking to an orc and her comrade, an elf adventurer clad in chain mail.

She lifted up her left foot behind her, sliding her toes back to inadvertently show Mathew her sole. Immediately, he felt a tinge of adrenaline and pleasure wash over him. Splatters of blood, some dried into her skin, others fresh. Much like the one on the floor, Mathew could easily tell they were in the shape of people. Her toes flexed as she lifted her foot slightly, squeezing and splaying like she were stretching out a tight muscle.

He could hear them talking, but didn’t understand anything of what they said. Almost as though he was paralyzed with some sort of magic hold as he watched the Tiefling turn away, and take a step directly towards him. Her golden eyes cast a beautiful glow on her black sclera as both immediately locked into him. She seemed quite in-tune with the smaller denizens of the place, and a smirk crossed her lips. With paper in hand, and pen in the other, she gently chuckled.

“Just what I needed,” She said, almost to herself as she smirked.

Mathew gazed up at her as her foot eclipsed the sky. Remnants of her previous kills were apparent, their blood adorning this foot just like the other. Unable to truly escape, Mathew gazed up as the Tiefling’s foot descended. She pushed him to his back, feeling his arousal between his legs.

"Pfft..." she snickered, stifling a laugh as she focused on Mathew’s tiny lungs breathing in and out quickly. On his heart fluttering, his arms twitching, his muscles flexing in a feeble attempt to escape her sole’s soft embrace. She took in a deep breath, holding her paper against her stomach as she surveyed the room. Everyone was taken care of really, aside from the one patron who ordered her finest ale. She’d been on her feet for hours, her soles were intensely sore, and she just needed a second. A second to herself, and that’s what these humans gave to her. It wasn’t sexual, not in the least. It was relaxing, therapeutic even. Constantly walking, running all around Rocs Rest making sure everything’s going well and chipping in when she could. It was a small operation, owned by her and run by a tight-knit group of ex-adventurers.

They made it work. Half a year prior, the place became infested with humans seeking shelter from the Sunset Mountains outside. Now, she’s set it up so that humans were just part of the regular supply caravans that ran up into the mountains from Elturel beyond the Reaching Woods.

This though, this was her favorite thing. Almost an addiction. She felt Mathew beneath her skin, his squirming becoming more and more stifled, his breaths becoming shallower and shallower. She could feel his entire body, splayed out beneath her skin as the pressure continued to mount. Some of the patrons looked to her, a knowing smirk and a raise of their glass. The regulars knew what she was doing, and they did it as well. Then, something different – something interesting, happened. A burst of pleasureful energy rolled up through her leg, spreading throughout her body like a wave. Her feet were no longer sore, like a low-level cure spell. She let out a soft sigh, but continued standing on her little target.

Mathew couldn’t breathe. All he could see was the smallest sliver of glowing blue skin from the light outside. Her skin to the left, with gritty dirt cutting into him like knives. And to the right of his vision was the wooden floor. The light provided slowly faded until nothing as he resisted the pressure for as long as he physically could. Then, bones began to snap and crackle. One after the other, catastrophically collapsing under her weight in the blink of an eye.

Sai’s tail-tip curled into a little heart as she felt Mathew disappear. A warm, soothing crunch accompanied by more of that pleasureful energy. She didn’t realize what actually caused it, just that it was there. It felt unusually good to crush that human in particular. But, she had to get back to work. Without saying another word, she walked forward. Mathew’s body stuck with her skin, leaving the same splatter on the wood that he saw earlier…

There was still a long night ahead of her, though that sensation. It would linger, and Sai’s night was just that much better now…