Arklai Gets Caught
Story by dipdoo on SoFurry
Wrote this one up not too long ago to take the teasing of a friend further than usual and edited it recently.
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It was already Friday again, which meant the markets would be at their busiest and with some of the best deals right before fresh stock came in on Saturday. Carri’sal missed those deals last week, and among them was a luxurious pair of gloves, both protective and comfortable.
She wouldn’t let that happen again though as she woke a full two hours earlier for her usual morning routine, first was a visit to her wardrobe where she picked out a quick v-neck shirt and pair of canvas shorts, carrying them in one hand as she worked her pajamas off with the other. Her billowing pants were shuffled down with short steps that dragged their bottoms away while her free hand worked her nightgown off. Both articles of clothing were left to rest just outside the restroom door as she stepped inside and closed it to prepare for a shower.
Unbeknownst to her though, she had a little guest, one that had been holed up in her home for two weeks as of today. Arklai. He was fairly average human at first glance, with his light skin and average build as well as height. The mop of blonde hair on his head would’ve made him stick out among his own kind though, as would the bright blue eyes he had. Now though, he was out of sorts and frightened. He usually went on crumb-scavenging runs early in the morning, not long before the enormous feline that he very lightly mooched off of woke up. There were some mouse traps he had to avoid, even a couple sticky traps that nearly spelled his doom, but she seemed to not know where to find him and relied on those traps to catch him, all while not knowing exactly what it was that had infested her home.
Now he wasn’t so sure, she woke up on his way back from a scavenging trip, only having barely reached the almost always open doorway back to her bedroom. That bedroom housed a wardrobe opposite its entrance, that wardrobe had a little crack in its corner, which was his impromptu home. His arms were aching from the bountiful haul he was carrying right now, and his knees were shaking. That shaking wasn’t fatigue, but fear, fear of being caught by Carri’sal.
Arklai racked his brain for a moment, wondering what to do to avoid her notice while still getting away with some of his haul, all while not leaving a pile of crumbs behind, or even worse, a trail. The fair-haired bandit would set his whole haul down before scattering half of it around her doorway, hoping it would be less noticeable, or at least seem like a spill to her. Then, he’d scoop up the remaining half and run straight for her wardrobe, its door open just a smidge. Halfway towards his goal, the shower would fall silent, and he’d run a bit faster, willing his tiny legs to take him to safety faster than he knew they could. Then just as he approached his goal, the bathroom door would open, making him freeze in place as she hurried out, tying her hair into a loose ponytail while a toothbrush stuck out of the corner of her mouth.
She wasn’t paying any attention to him, but he would still wait for her to return to the bathroom before moving again, his heart pounding as he prayed to go unnoticed by her. Those prayers were answered and he wasted no time in hurrying into her wardrobe before over to his crack in the wall. As he reached it though, his heart sank. It was blocked off by a lace-up sandal, placed on its side in such a way that he’d have to climb it to make it back ‘home.’ It didn’t seem to be a purposeful spot for it though, but it must’ve been, right? Unless she knocked it over into this coincidentally perfect spot while hurrying about...
Regardless, he needed to get over it. But that wasn’t going to happen while his arms were full. So he’d set his half-haul back down before tossing it up over to the other side of the sandal. Finally, he’d start climbing up, frowning as he wished that the laces weren’t so lax when not done up, or else they would’ve made this climb easier. It was awkward, but his size made it so even things like the indents her plantigrade paw had made in the footwear’s insole were enough to use as handholds if he dug his hands in. It wasn’t clean, and the smell wasn’t particularly pleasant, but it worked. Up until the bathroom door opened again, followed by casual thumps towards him followed by a flood of light as she tossed the wardrobe door open wide and scanned down around her selection of sandals, footwraps, and even a couple pairs of boots.
The sandal-climbing human held perfectly still, too scared to risk being seen and likely smashed soon after for his insolence. Arklai had heard more than enough horror stories to want to avoid a macro’s notice in places he wasn’t supposed to be. Fate seemed to have other plans though as the sandal he was holding onto was hoisted up alongside its twin.
He clung onto the leather insole with all his miniscule might, not wanting to fall to what could be his death as he was carried around by Carri’sal. A short drop punctuated with a pair of light fwumps would help him relax some as gravity became right side up again. Two much, much heavier WHUMPS alerted him to the position he was now in as he let go and rolled onto his back, staring up at the blissfully unaware giantess who was fully dressed, save for what rested in front of her, and ready to leave on whatever she had woken up so early for.
Waking up this early likely wouldn’t do her any good when it came to the tired crankiness she tended to experience later into most days, but it was quite refreshing. All that was left was to strap her paws into her sandals and get going. Without looking, she’d shuffle her paws into place while arching her back with a morning stretch. Everything felt as it should as she leaned down to pull a few stray laces out from beneath her hefty stompers, common among cougars, but especially athletic ones like her.
With a few wraps around her ankles, heading halfway up towards her knees, she would tie them together in front of each paw’s respective calf. Carri’sal would wiggle her toes then to help settle them into their usual places, that’s when she noticed that something felt off under her right paw. She’d hum thoughtfully before standing to test how well they were done up, lifting her left leg to roll her ankle around, then repeating the process with the other, feeling for anything else that seemed strange. As she stepped down on her right again, whatever was bothering her was gone, now feeling just a tad bit more pleasant than usual instead.
Oh well, these sandals were already on her, and while she gave herself a couple more hours than usual, she still didn’t want to waste time. So off she went, grabbing the belt she favored rather than a purse. It was harder for tiny thieves to slip into its pouches to try and nab something, not to mention how much harder it would be for them to escape once she caught one of the little buggers.
There was about an hour and a half walk ahead of her before she reached the center of the trade hub, one of the downsides of living far from its center. But the lower cost of housing was more than worth the extra travel time.
Arklai had other worries. As she shuffled her paws into place, he felt his heart sink. Of all the ways to be caught, it would be by accident. She would fit her sandals on, feel him in here, and either press down hard enough to squash him like a bug, or check first before taking him out to almost definitely do worse to him. Yet as those thoughts reached him, so did her toes as they shuffled over his legs, then his torso, and finally his head and beyond as time seemed to slow down for the miniscule invader. Panic hit him square in the chest then as he realized where he was in her sandal. Almost perfectly centered in it, face towards it. He’d squirm and shift as she wrapped and tied the laces, sliding up from the dead center of her paw’s sole to near the center’s top before she stood, pinning him instantly with her weight.
He would be able to clearly hear and even feel the platform of her sandal compress with a slow hyyyshh, as if it too was afraid of its mistress as she settled her weight onto it. Poor Arklai had his arms held out to his sides as she stood, his legs were slightly spread as well during his scramble back, allowing the big cat’s thick pawpad to press on and around not just his front, but his sides as well while his back sunk into the insole. It was amazing that no bones broke, his joints sure didn’t like his current position though, being locked into place by the pressure from her paw. Suddenly, all that weight would disappear as her paw lifted up and her ankle rolled around.
He tried to squirm free, desperate to escape to the bend of her toes where he would be spared most of Carri’s weight. But the vaguely wet leather behind him had already laid its claim to his body. Her sandal’s insole was worn and battered, and it would accept all the extra padding it could get. Gravity would disappear then as she set that foot back down, only for it as well as what felt like a mountain of weight to return in a split second. All of the giantess’ weight rested on just her right paw as her left was lifted much like the right just was, and it felt... wonderful.
The press from Carri’sal’s meaty sole absorbed all of the tension his panic had worked up as it conformed around him, all while compressing his tiny form into her insole. Already, he was starting indent into it, and this wasn’t even her first step. To say Arklai was stunned would be a massive understatement as his head was turned to the side, jaw lax and body limp under her weight, not able to resist no matter much he might’ve wanted it to. And he wasn’t sure that he would want to for long if the various, devious thoughts that began seeping into his mind gained ground.
Of all the things for a sandal-trapped human to be, a paw enthusiast was one of the best, or worst depending on the owner of the paw that had them trapped. Lucky for him, Carri’sal’s stomper was plenty padded and large enough to spare him a sudden crushing experience under it. Though it would’ve certainly been worse for him if he were to end up under the dead center of her sole.. or her heel.
Then she began to walk, her weight leaving him for a moment as he sputtered in a breath now that his chest wasn’t being compressed and mouth nearly filled by the sole that overflowed around his front whenever it was pressing down on him. His muscles woke back up too and he would squirm, trying in vain to break free from not just her sandal’s hold from behind, but now her paw’s hold on him from the front. He knew his windows of time between steps would be short, and the longer he stayed stuck here, the harder it would be to escape. But he had to try or risk being squashed into her sandal permanently, taken out and killed once she realized he was there, or... b-being baked alive under the heat and pressure that would surely come in due time. It was rare, but still a very real possibility beneath a macro’s tread if one wasn’t crushed first.
Carri’sal felt an occasional tickle under her right paw as she walked along, but a swift stamp in place of a step would quickly solve that nuisance each time the tickle sprung up. After the fifth half-stomp of a step, she would grunt and pause, squinting down to her paws as she rocked her weight from one leg to the other. ‘Did I pick up a passenger again?’
Arklai’s resistance was waning as the minutes stretched on. His muscles were effectively being put to sleep by the full-body, forced massage her sole gave him with each and every step. Not only that, but he was becoming increasingly distracted by the impure thoughts that continued to flood his head, only worsening as her stamps pushed the hem of his already dirty shirt away from his waist. Then that grunt sounded out and his heart skipped a beat. If she noticed, would she be angry? Would she stomp him into the path she was walking on and continue as if nothing happened? Would he be tortured before being flattened? Or would she simply free him from her sandal and set him down safely? Even then... she lived in the macro district, and he would be stranded yet again...
Before his thoughts could get away from him, a wave of weight plastered his mind just as flat as the rest of him. He’d try to groan against it as his joints popped in a cascade from his right side to his left. This was it, he was going to be splattered between her sandal and her paw. Then the weight would leave the same way it had come, giving him time to struggle in half a breath before it was pressed right back out with another wave of pressure. That weight would leave and return again and again. Worse yet, each wave forced the waist of his pants and underwear further down his body until his cock sprung free, already at full mast due to the smash-happy thoughts he was harboring ever since the first press from Carri’sal’s paw.
Once again, there was no tickling of movement of any kind that she could feel. So she would simply shrug and continue onward. If she had collected a passenger on her way, then odds are they already rolled free between steps, or popped under her, and she wasn’t about to undo her sandal’s laces just to clean them out and redo the laces again. Especially not with the heat that was growing as the sun came closer and closer to rising behind her. If it wasn’t almost Summertime, then she might’ve stopped to check.
Now though, she would continue her trek with no further distractions. Just as planned, she would arrive at the same time she would normally have woken up before hurrying her way up the steps leading to the market’s center with a smile.
Her enthusiasm nearly tripped her up as she misremembered how many steps there were and lifted her right paw as if there were one more, only to send it down to the ground with a clumsy, heavy stomp followed by a couple more staggering steps as she recovered from the blunder with as much grace as she could.
Arklai still tried to resist, gasping with every bit of squirming he could do between the thumps of her right paw’s steps. But he was fighting two losing battles as exhaustion started to take him and arousal began to overflow his sense of self preservation thanks to the accidental strokes every step gripped and pulled his cock with. He was fading faster and faster as that lust overcame him. But somehow, he had nearly done it, his back was almost free from the slightly moist hold of this cougar’s well-worn sandal’s insole. Just, thump... one, thwap... more... WHAP! Carri’sal stomped down on him with more than enough of her might to undo all the progress he’d just made and seal his fate fully as his cock swelled with the impact, eyes opening wide with a breathless scream as he a climax was squashed out of him from the sudden and violent overstimulation that his walk-tenderized rod was just subjected to.
His entire body tensed up with the eruption despite the nearly pulverizing pressure that rested on top of it. What little endurance he had left was stolen and spent completely in only a handful of seconds as his pride continued to squirt and splurt with every one of Carri’s stumbling steps. Regardless, his clumsy captor didn’t realize anything had happened underfoot, partially due to the embarrassment she was feeling as she hurried along to a row of stalls she intended to visit. Arklai’s miniscule size didn’t help the matter much either as his seed was eagerly caught by her sole and greedily used as a tiny bead of lotion might be, rubbed into her padding with her following steps.
Carri’sal took her time browsing around, looking for the best deal she could find, haggling here and there, stepping around others and even over a few that could just barely hear the moans of an exhausted and questionably fortunate man come from her sandaled paw as she stepped away towards another stall.
She was out and about for hours, collecting various things, including some ingredients she’d use to cook herself dinner tonight. But the haul she was carrying would weigh her down. By the time it was noon her paws were aching and she needed to rest, so the very big cat would go to a bench near the corner of the market and take a much-needed breather. Her back would curve over the back of the bench as she lazily stretched it out, all while her toes pressed down into her sandals so she could arch both paws, letting her soles breathe some fresh air and cool down while she relaxed.
His lust had taken complete control after that jizz-juicing stomp, shutting down any attempts at resistance. He surrendered to his current place in life and even started to accept it, as a lotion-dispensing insole addition. But even if he did have the will to wrestle himself free, his muscles were drained, limp. Even so, his arousal took no breaks, sending him twitching like a squashed bug between every few steps. A repressed dream of his was being realized with every step, even as the heat grew. As that dream demanded, Arklai would leak seed ever since the stomp that started his surrender, sometimes even gushing a stray rope out whenever his balls received a particularly firm squeeze. He would start to feel dehydrated after only a few hours.
Despite that, he was completely drenched. Today was a scorcher for a Spring day, and he was in one of the hottest places possible, insulated by an oblivious cougar’s paw as she sweat freely from her pads, turning his mop-like hair into its namesake as it was half-plastered to her sandal while the other half stuck to her pawpad itself. He was so thoroughly soaked that he would stick to just about anything as her sweat continued to seep into both him and the sandal. At least it kept dehydration at bay for the time being thanks to the sweat that rolled into his mouth, kept open by a slack jaw.
Then, after what felt like days, the pressure would leave him. Not only that, but he would be miraculously freed from his sole-stuck position! However, he only barely had the energy to turn his head to face up again and peer around his surroundings. Directly overhead was her paw, sole arched with wrinkles deep enough to consume him making up its surface now. It seemed quite different from the flesh-flattening, cum-juicing hammer he now knew it as, an incredulous smile spreading over his face as he gazed around the landscape of his mistress’ paw with a mix of admiration and trepidation. If he were any smaller, then he could get lost in one of its folds. After a while, he looked to his sides, to freedom.
All he had to do was roll over onto his front and crawl free. But it was impossible. She had smashed the strength from his muscles. All he could do was lightly shake an arm in an attempt to turn himself over. Yet rather than lament over his predicament, he would look up to her toes, his expression lighting up. This was his chance! He could wriggle up and ride out the rest of this trip in the bend of her toes!
A rush of energy surged through him, making his skin tingle from head to toe as he lifted himself up into a sitting position. He could do this, it was already so close, less than a weak toss away.
Then the sky fell onto him again.
After resting for about half an hour, Carri rose back up to her feet and shouldered the bags she’d collected. It was about time she started to head home, and that little break on the bench would help keep her from feeling sore the next day after her long walk back with all this extra weight.
So away she went, strolling along with slower, heavier steps than she came to the market with. There was ample time and no need to cause an ache by rushing along.
Arklai was smashed back out just like before, immediately cumming with a sole-muffled scream as she stood. Then again on the next step, and again, and again. That rush of energy had backfired worse than he ever could’ve imagined. It didn’t just give him a second wind, but it made him extra sensitive too as that tingly feeling that erupted over his skin in the moment was smothered and ravaged by Carri’sal’s greedy paw. It pressed and twisted, smooshed and rolled, juiced and mashed his trapped body, keeping him splurting and squirting until he had nothing left to give. Yet his climax refused to end as she descended the market’s steps with a series of heavy thuds, thumps, and whumps... Every other step had a little squeak, splat, and smish join it as Arklai’s surge of energy was forcibly spent on blowing out each and every bit of seed his body had while his muscles tensed and twitched, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Finally, after her steps had normalized again, his consciousness would fade alongside his forced and extended climax. The final assault on his senses that was the descent of the market’s steps would be pounded into his memory.
Carri’sal made it home by the end of the afternoon with a wide smile, she had gotten everything she wanted and then some. The big cat would set everything down on her kitchen’s counter before heading to her room and removing her sandals, undoing the laces, loosening the few straps, and removing them one at a time. As his prison loosened, her wayward passenger would wake up again. The left sandal left its paw with a wet, sliding schllllick due to all the sweat and how her sandal had absorbed most of it. Then the right would be pulled free with a schloop. Both were tossed back into her wardrobe then before she stood up fully, leaving moist pawprints behind on the stone floor of her home, complete with a tiny human outline.
Of course he wouldn’t be lucky enough to get tossed away with her sandal. At least then he would be able to rest before freeing himself from it and crawling back into his home. Fate wasn’t done with him yet as he was taken along beneath Carri’s bare paws. Every step sent a shock of cold through his back as the cool stone floor greatly contrasted the moist, leather insole he had grown used to. What surprised him most though was how little it hurt to be sandwiched between the unyielding stone beneath him and the plush pad above him. Did all the sweat-baking somehow soften him up? Tenderize him maybe?
The real reason would only become clear to him once Carri stopped in front of her purchases to begin sorting them. Her weight lightly rocked from side to side, her paws staying put. He was almost entirely engulfed by her sole. It was so thick and ‘welcoming’ of its little squirting guest that it had conformed around his front and even his sides. The mix of sweat and semen that coated the front of his torso, legs, and even most of his arms by now helped hold him in place too of course.
He wasn’t sure what to think anymore as he laid there, unknowingly stood on by the enormous cougar woman that he had been living with for two weeks, all without her knowing whether he was a pest or a person. His fear of being seen as the former by her was well and truly buried by now, as was his worry of being flattened underfoot by her. Clearly, he was too lucky and her paws were too plush for that to happen, not unless she genuinely tried to smash him. That meant one thing in his afterglow-laden, heat-baked, sweat-soaked mind. He’d done it. All he had to do was explain all of this to her once she noticed where he was and from there he would be able to work something out.
But... this was beyond humiliating for him already. Not only was he caught by her, but she didn’t even realize it, not even as she trapped him in her sandal and trod over him for most of the day. Squeezing all of his spunk out... Making him think he was about to die on multiple occasions... And once she found him, rescue him from herself. As he tried to work this out in his head, the weight over him would suddenly feel quite relaxing, calming even... He was tired, dead tired. And the spat of half-consciousness he experienced during the majority of her walk home wasn’t enough to stave off exhaustion as it rushed up to meet him now that his adrenaline wasn’t cycling through his body repeatedly.
Carri’sal finished her sorting and prepared dinner soon after, all while continuing to walk on the little invader she had caught unaware. After enjoying her well-earned meal, she would nestle down into her favorite chair, a heavily cushioned one with its lower back carved to fit even a lizard’s tail, along with a separate leg-rest that could be placed in front of it. It would stay beside the chair though as she considered napping before deciding to read instead. One ankle would be propped up on the other, which would occasionally use its toes to scratch at the underside of its twin.
Arklai’s half-forced nap would continue long into the evening as Carri’sal continued her reading, toes coming close to pressing into him or sliding into him on more than a few occasions. But they somehow just barely missed him each time. What didn’t miss him though was the clench that all of her toes did as she stretched with a loud yawn before closing her book and shifting the footrest aside.
Her digits didn’t reach him, but the way the scrunch made her sole bend and wrinkle freed his top half from its hold with a slight, but still audible peel. Carri’sal didn’t catch the sound, but she did catch the sensation, and soon after that, she would catch him too with the top of her other paw as its toes pressed together and curved up so the tops of their bends formed a little cup of sorts. The fall had woken him up, his body and clothing soaked, groin bare, and mop-top frazzled.
Carri looked to him with an expression of both awe and surprise, mouth closed but eyes open wide as she held perfectly still, as if afraid that he might bolt if she made any sudden movements. “Who are you?”
Arklai took a moment to calm his panicked breathing before stammering out a few incoherent statements, curses, and answers while fixing his clothing as best as he could, deciding to leave his hair a mess as he called out to her. “Arklai! I-I uhm…” He looked between her and the paw that he had been stuck to all day, still hanging above him as if it was going to claim him again for daring to mention it.
Carri’s face heated up, the fur in her ears going from cream-white to cream-pink as she blushed. “Oh... W-Were you down there all day?” She slowly moved that paw to the side before setting it down where her toes would nervously grip the ground. The rest of her would slowly relax though, save for the leg that led to the paw he was resting on.
He watched the merciless monster that sucked him dry and robbed him of all his energy slowly descend back to the ground, toes gripping the floor as if to threaten him with what it would subject him too next. He would tear his gaze away from it before too long and look back to its owner before nodding. After a moment of no response, he remembered that she was absolutely massive, and wouldn’t be able to see such a small gesture from him at this distance. “Y-Yes.” Was all he said, voice quaking.
Carri’sal’s blush doubled as her tail shot out from behind her and started to flick around in the open air, letting her excitement show in full before she reached a hand out to grab and stuff it back behind her. “Are you the one that’s been living here?”
Arklai paused and grimaced, a cold chill running through him. “Yes...“
She let out a sad coo then and leaned forward while lifting the paw he was on closer to her.
To him, it would look like she was lunging towards him to grab and squeeze him flat in her hand since her paw hadn’t done the job. But as her huge fingers wrapped around him, the squeeze they gave him was comforting rather than crushing, and her expression was an apologetic one as she placed her elbows on her knees and held her hands together around him. “I’m so sorry little gu- Arklai! I thought I f-felt something but I wasn’t sure, so I continued along...“ Her tail was quickly swaying behind her, and it looked like she wanted to ask something.
“I-It’s alright, I’m f-fine now. Thank you for... n-not killing me when you found me.”
She smiled then, it wasn’t a crocodile smile, but it was a strange mix of affectionate and... sinister? Foreboding maybe? Definitely worrying. Then she would ask her question, nostrils flaring as she caught the scent that signalled how much at least part of him enjoyed spending a day in her sandal. “How was it in there~?”