"Empty..." Skylar said as she leaned against the wall with a bottle of Whiskey in her hand examining her house.

She wasn't wrong... She had her bed as well as an end table and some other things like a cabinet for her books but when it came down a lot of the essentials like a couch and chairs, she was pretty much empty. She had a single chair and a small television but that was it for her living room. She had a lot of work to do just to keep this house at the factory, but it wasn't all in vain - she was saving up for a nice couch and a few other fancy things while she worked...

Well, what didn't go into booze that was.

Skylar lazily tossed a bag of clothes to the side in her kitchen - it was her work clothes. She changed in the locker room at the factory because she had planned on going to the bar with her co-workers. The plan worked out perfectly, her and a group of around 6 other girls went out and got trashed together... They got lighter drinks than she did, she preferred the harder liquors. On her way home she managed to get her hands on some whiskey which seemed to go down smoother than it should. Dangerously smooth...

She stumbled forward, stepping out of her shoes. For the last few days she didn't bother with socks at work since she really didn't want to go to a laundromat anytime soon. Her washing machine and dryer weren't working so it made washing clothes a bit more of a chore than usual. It was good that she only really had one load worth of clothes anyway including her work uniforms... As she wandered forward, stumbling over her own feet, she noticed the little blue tuft of fluff on the ground laying on a white tile.

"Sweet... My slut's back. My feet are roast --- ing." She slurred, leaning against the wall a bit to maintain her balance. "See? Smell..."

Mat had just returned to life, his little body was recovering but he was almost to the point of mobility. He watched as her right foot lifted lazily off the ground and came to over over his little body, the skin touching the tip of his arousal. She couldn't keep it still though, it slowly slid in drunken circles teasing Mat's little shaft slightly. He whimpered out in pleasure, taking deep breaths through his nose as he was ordered. The little one leaned upward enough to let the tip of his nose touch her skin, his eyes watering from the salty warm air that permeated his body like a sauna.

"Gross right?" She said with a sly smirk before tapping her foot down on Mat's body. She felt his lungs press in as the ball of her foot pressed down on him, but all she really did was move her ankle. Anything more and she might have fallen over and ended the fun too early! "Squish!"

Mat's heart skipped a beat, half expecting to be reduced to a little red pile of mush... However, it didn't happen. Her sole's skin was so close to him that he could see every bit of caked-in dirt clearly in the texture of her foot. It was intoxicating, everything about it was overwhelmingly pleasureful. The Goddess that stood over him began to wobble a bit as she tipped the bottle back once more, filling her mouth with the last shot of Whisky and swallowing it quickly as she closed her eyes. She loved the burning sensation it left in her mouth - it was glorious.

Closing her eyes was a very bad idea though. She knew she should be able to feel Mat beneath her foot but she couldn't... She was too drunk to actually care though, when she opened her eyes she was moving forward without her own consent.

"Oh shi~" She squeaked, shifting her footing a bit. The ball of her foot landed on Mat's hair nearly crushing his skull as she tried to maintain her balance without absolutely demolishing Mat's body. It didn't work out very well at all... She fell onto the carpet, the bottle falling down as well as she landed on her side lazily laying as though she were already asleep. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she breathed, her eyes closed...

"Meant to do that..." She said, her tone slurred as she lifted her left hand to point upward. Her eyes never opened though, the pointing hand lazily fell down to her side like a limp noodle as she brought her left hand under her head to create a makeshift pillow. "The spinning floor is my friend... It says it wants your blood though."

Mat slowly walked over to her toes, peeking around her feet so he could actually see her face over the fallen bottle. She looked like she was already asleep and he had absolutely no clue as to how much she had actually consumed. She was on her side though, so at least if she did wind up puking she wouldn't drown in it. He did see drool beginning to form at the corner of her mouth though... He put his hand on her toe to balance himself, every breath still filled with the thick smell of her foot's sweat from gods-know how long it's been since she took a shower. The dirt caked into her skin was fairly thick almost as though she walked everywhere barefoot or something.

"Do... The thing... Slut-bug. Uh..." She mumbled, bringing her right foot down to scratch an itch on the arch of her foot. She ran her toe's nail along the skin of her arch, getting Mat's attention. He watched as her toe slid along the skin teasingly before her toes flexed on both of her feet rippling the skin slightly. "Lick... Or something. I wanna dead you but the spinning floor won't let me up-stand so it doesn't get to drink your red water today."

Mat chuckled a bit at what she was saying - she was absolutely drunk. He could almost smell the alcohol in her sweat it was so bad... The little one walked over to the arch of her foot where her toe had scratched and nuzzled his little nose into the skin. He pressed his body against it as well, his arousal sliding up on the slick dirt-coated skin. It wasn't soft, but that wasn't due to rough skin or callouses. It was due to the dirt caked into the sole of her foot, dirt he began to try and clean off for her. The little one began to lick as much as he could, running his tongue through the sweat and grime as he got a mouthful of dirt and salty sweat. It was almost thick enough to chew...

"Yeah... That's right... Kill ya' later, after... Sleep... Time... Your guts are cute." She cooed down to him, still drooling slightly as she slipped out of consciousness.

11 Hours Later

Mat hadn't actually slept. For some reason it seemed like he wasn't able to this time even if he tried, so instead of stopping, the little one continued to lick her feet throughout the night. Her left foot slid down behind her heel so he could work on that for a while too, pushing his little head between her toes to lick away any gunk that may have accumulated there over the period between now and her last shower. The sweat and dirt felt like it was energizing him, like his body was perfectly converting it into energy to keep him working. He moved close enough to her skin so that his arousal slid against it for hours at a time as well - he didn't grind or anything, he simply moved and worked. She would move her foot in her sleep every so often and send a horribly crippling shock of pleasure through his body as the skin ran across his own sensitive flesh. By the time she woke up, he was back to working on her left foot near the toes and was taking a break laying face-down on her pinky toe...

"Ugh..." Skylar groaned, her eyes closed as she brought her right hand to her forehead. "Fucking... Hangover from hell. Am I still drunk?"

Mat didn't rouse. He was simply marinating in her foot's warm musk. Her right foot had been licked completely clean between every toe, but Mat purposefully didn't clean her left foot's toes so that he could spend a little bit of time basking in their warmth. He was coated in more dirt than her foot was now - his skin had a shine of sweat to it that was pretty much all belonging to her. She didn't feel him down there though as she slowly pushed herself up from the ground.

"At least I got home... How the fuck did I get home?" She asked herself as she pushed herself up to her feet. She felt something under the ball of her left foot, though she was more concerned with nursing her massive headache at this point. She stood on whatever it was for a second as she regained her balance, shifting her weight onto it for only a second.

Crunch

"What the fuck?" She groaned, lifting her foot to see a red splatter on the ground where it was. The blood vibrantly contrasted the dirty white tile on the floor... She was sober enough to stand on one foot as she looked to her sole to see what it was that was stuck to it. "Ha... Dead slut..."

Mat was still alive. His body had collapsed under her weight, his lungs shakily drew breath as his broken little mouth was pressed into her skin. She could see an eye dangling from it's socket as well, the quick pressure was enough to do some massive damage. His intestines dangled from his abdomen with some squished out down between his legs covering his arousal. She could see him twitching on her skin, his little fingers flexing into it a bit every so often told her that he was still very much alive.

"What the fuck happened last night..." She said to herself as she casually stepped back down and began to walk over to the refrigerator to get some Gatorade and something to eat, as well as some pain pills for her headache. She gave zero fucks about Mat's body still on her as she walked. He survived for a surprisingly long time as she walked, her light feet slapping on the floor as she aimlessly wandered around her kitchen spreading his body in her wake. She opened a cupboard above her head to grab a bowl on a high shelf really quickly, going up onto her tippy-toes to do so.

Squuuuelch

"Maybe next time i'll eat you..." She said in jest as she pulled out a bag of oat meal and ripped it open, pouring it into the bowl she had just killed Mat to get. It wasn't a glorious meal, but it was quick and cheap enough to get on a regular basis...