Mathew gazed up into the sky above, watching the clouds as they passed. The sun overhead made it hard to stay focused, but that didn't matter as much when his eyes adjusted to the light. He was simply there, laying and thinking alone as he awaited his body's natural rhythm to pick back up. It was normal for him at this point to no longer be able to move even a finger when he came back into another world, another reality...

His heart fluttered, his mind lost in the past. The arousal between his legs didn't go away, and it was fairly crippling to the tiny creature at this point. Even the breeze was enough to send shocks of pleasure through his body, against his sensitive skin. Memory after memory, death after death all leading back to the first crush of his new existence...

He was truly a speck, something forced in a game of torture... Why? For someone else's amusement?

Was this the afterlife? For some reason, at this point, Mathew could no longer remember his life before he became what he was now. All that he remembered, all of his existence, was here. Sure he could remember some people like his friend Alex, but how much time has passed in her reality since he saw her last?

His thoughts subsided as he felt his body get... Better.

Slowly he tried to sit up, bringing his knees up in his attempt to explore the world, and that's when he saw her. She looked so blissfully innocent, happily strolling in his general direction. She seemed so strange, yet so familiar... Like he knew her from somewhere else, a previous reality perhaps? She was a feline, covered in fur with her paws bare. She had what appeared to be a set of headphones strapped to her adorable ears as her tail swished in her wake.

The closer she got, the more of that pleasure-based energy filled Mat's tiny body.

Then, her paw lifted over his tiny form. He could make out some dirt and debris on the cute pads of her sole. Time seemed to slow as she stepped down, allowing Mathew to feel the soft pad of her paw come to rest on him. It forced his legs back, his arousal back down between his legs as the overly soft pad shifted forward. He was pinned... For what seemed like an eternity the weight continued to mash down onto him until his body couldn't take it.

*Crunch*

He collapsed, like many times before. However, there was no pain... Just a burst of overwhelming, addictive pleasure that cut down to his very soul. Although his body had been obliterated, his spirit lingered. He felt himself peel off the floor, stuck to the pad of her overwhelmingly soft - yet dirty- paw. As she took her next step, time seemed to resume its constant stride. The pace seemed to quicken, crushing him further and further into her pad.

To June, however... Nothing had changed. She didn't change her pace or her stride, it was just Mathew's perception of reality. She didn't even notice his body flatten beneath her pad, since she very often made her way around barefoot.

After a few hours, Mathew was unrecognizable. Indistinguishable from a clump of dirt stuck to her paw's sole. He eventually fell off during her errands...

Dust forgotten, a spirit taken to another reality.