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Summary

Raix is given a strange proposition by the reader: An offer to be crushed underfoot. While the vampiric dragon is a bit confused by this, he is paid a handsome sum. However, the reader may not be aware of Raix's own lust for violence...

Notes

CW: This fic contains

-Gore / Hard Vore / Crushing Micros Underfoot / Pain

-Cruelty

-Soul Vore

"No Way To Beat The Pressure" was initially written around April '25 and posted on Furaffinity May/June '25

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60942098/

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I sometimes add visual elements into my fics. These might not show up all that well in here. To see the original source file, check out my FA listed above.

The ending notes will have some reference art of certain characters mentioned here that I have commissioned over the past few years. Feel free to check it out.

No Way to Beat the Pressure

CW: This fic contains...

-Gore / Hard Vore / Crushing Micros Underfoot / Pain

-Cruelty

-Soul Vore

“You want me to do WHAT?!”

Those eyes glared down at you, full of judgement. Mismatched orbs of sapphire and hellfire stared unblinkingly at your tiny 6-inch tall self. The anthro vampire dragon towered over you, his black scales appearing to swallow the light in the candlelit room. Crimson accents and symbols adorned his body, although you could really only see the red markings underneath his eyes, seemingly reminding you of bloody tears upon his cheeks. He wore a black coat with a golden trim over his lithe frame, his fitted slacks clinging tightly to his waist. The ever-present tapping of his booted foot against the wooden floor, as you peered up at him with innocent eyes from your perch on the nightstand.

The dragon, Raix, sighed as he shook his head. “Okay, look…” He brushed a clawed hand through his silvery-white mane of unkempt hair. “It’s fine. You’re paying me a handsome sum. In fact…is THAT why you’re paying me so much? Because, you know…if I crush you underfoot…” He trailed off, as he rolled his blue and red eyes, the conclusion obvious. “Are you giving me your entire life savings or something?”

You nodded, with an expectant smile. You could smell his sweet scent, the honeyed vanilla that seemed to cling to Raix, now filling your lungs.

“...Okay. Fine. At least you’re honest.” Raix turns around, as he pinches the bridge of his snout. “But the rest of this request…not only do you want me to just step on you like a bug, you want me to lick your remains too?” Raix flashed a wry grin with his fangs. “Look, I don’t tell all my clients this, but since you’re fuckin’ tiny, it’s not like you can do much about it. You DO realize I’m a vampire, right? Part of that one vampire clan that eats souls too? If I do what you’re asking, I’m probably going to end up claiming your spirit too.” He gestures with his clawed fingers towards the temples of his head. “ Think! You’re asking me to kill you and then slurp up your soul like a little ‘hors d'oeuvre’!”

Once again, you smiled and nodded. You knew what you were getting into. You’ve heard of the “services” offered in the occult underworld. The stories of a vampire bard that eats souls was a tall tale that was often told in many a dark tavern. A vampire with many skills. Bard, playwright, thief, assassin-for-hire. One that was happy to take almost any job, even going so far to offer himself as a courtesan for the wealthy.

Raix groaned. “...And you want me to do it with my bare paw too, agh, putain.” He swore in the language of his homeland, as he shrugged the coat off of his shoulders, revealing the black and silver doublet he wore underneath, the collar of his white silken shirt peeking out around his neck.

“I’ve met some strange ones before, but this one is…” Raix thought to himself. “I need the money. They’re paying me a load for essentially snuffing them out of existence. And I get a bit of sustenance out of it. It all works out.”

He takes a deep breath. Unneeded, as a vampire, yet still a habit from his mortal years. “Time to put your acting face on, Raix. Curtain’s rising in 3, 2, 1…”

He grabs a wooden chair and drags it towards the nightstand, looming over you once again. “Well…okay.” The fireplace behind Raix casts an eerie glow on his features as he smirks down at you. “Last chance to back out, little one.” You shake your head and affirm that you really wanted this.

With that, Raix reaches out with his clawed hand, gingerly picking you up by the scruff of your neck. “Fine. But remember…” He warns as he lowers you to the hard floor below. “When you feel my weight bearing down on you? It’ll be far too late to back out by then.”

Your heart started to pound, a knot beginning to form in your stomach. As you gazed at his giant black riding boots that almost reached his knees, the reality was starting to set in. You were nothing more than an insect now in your own home. And this giant vampiric dragon was going to treat you like a bug.

Raix brought up his right foot, his clawed fingers reaching around the cuff of his footwear. You watched him slowly pull the boot off. Agonizingly slowly. Those blue and red eyes gazing down at you. You took a breath. And another. And another breath-

“Already panicking, darling?” Raix teased. “Or are you just excited?”

You realize you’ve been hyperventilating this whole time. Terror and lust coursed through your veins, the conflicting emotions dancing a sick waltz within your heart. You tried to stop your short breaths, you tried to gain control of yourself-

Raix finally slipped the boot off of his foot, casually tossing it aside.

The sound of his footwear banging against the floor made you jump. You could feel the vibrations of the impact underneath. But your attention was swiftly grabbed by something far more imminent.

You looked up, seeing Raix resting his right foot on his lap. A smug smile on his face, as he splayed his clawed toes. “Gods, that does feel good. I’ve been in those all day.”

The soft light that illuminated the dark room gave the sweat-laden scales around his foot a reflective sheen. Three toes, each ending in an ivory claw. His paw appeared to be plantigrade and slightly wide. The scent…gods, his sweet scent was clawing its way into your lungs, the cloying honeyed vanilla smell hitting you like a cart.

Leaning back into the chair, Raix slips his bare paw off of his lap, as he starts to lower it. Right over your tiny form.

“Don’t think this will be quick either.” Raix purred. “I’m going to drag this out. Much like how I intend to drag what remains of your body across these floorboards.”

Oh gods.

You could feel the warmth of his foot paw as he slowly lowered it towards you. Toes flexing again. His smooth sole almost upon your body.

Oh gods!

Your legs started to shake. Your knees buckled. You fell onto your rear. The pain shooting up your backside was nothing compared to the extreme emotions you were going through.

“Mon doux petit insecte…” Raix licked his lips with his blue tongue. “My sweet little insect…”

The ball of his foot pressed against your face.

So soft…so smooth…

His digits completely swallowed up your form, the claws tapping against the floorboards. The arch of his foot pressed against your belly.

Your breaths became labored, as your face was forced against that sole. All you could smell was that sweet scent of his. Sweat soaked into your flesh, forcing its way into every pore, every opening. Your eyes stung. You tried to blink, tried to get it out of your vision, but there was too much sweat from his foot having been trapped inside the humid space of his boot for so long.

It was like being smothered by a giant pillow. Your body already could barely move, the dragon not even putting that much of his weight onto you. Yet.

“I can feel your heart, dear…” Raix chortled. “It’s pounding. Too bad it’s gonna stop soon.”

You barely were even cognisant of your own heartbeat. Your attention was focused entirely on this one moment. Especially as those clawed toes flexed possessively over your body.

You wanted to rub the underside of his massive foot paw. You could barely move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Your tongue slipped out from between your lips. You wanted to taste him. You needed to.

“Ohhh?” Raix smiled, his toes splaying and flexing to your licks. “My, my. You’re not wasting any time. I’d expect you to maybe start off a bit slow, but you’re eager. How adorable.”

You dragged your tongue over and over against the sole of his foot, like an animal desperate for water. That sweet flavor of his made your taste buds tingle with pleasure. Sweat clung to your tongue, no matter how many times you tried to gulp it down. You were desperate to worship his foot paw, like you were worshiping a god.

He raised his foot, mid-lick. You blushed heavily, thinking you looked ridiculous with your tongue hanging out like this.

“Gosh, you’re cute.” Raix brought his heel to your face, lowering it to just barely make contact with your mouth. “Kiss it.”

Despite the constant warmth, the heel of his foot paw felt unyielding against your features. You shuddered, wondering what it would be like to finally be crunched underneath the heel that was hovering over your face, a metaphorical guillotine that would soon decide your fate.

Lips pressed against the heel, the sound of the kiss echoing in your ears like a death knell.

“Again.” Raix’s forked tongue snaked out to lick his chops. You obeyed, your own lips smacking together as you smooched his heel. “Good job.” He chuckled darkly. “Now…tongue out. Until I say otherwise.”

You did as your god commanded. You opened your mouth, tongue hanging out, like a bird waiting to be fed.

Raix lowered his heel onto your facial features again and dragged his sweat-slickened foot against your tongue. Ensuring you got a taste of the entire underside of his foot.

You were shaking with lust. Your tongue tasted his heel, the arch of his foot, his sole and underneath his digits. Using your tongue to wipe the sweat off of his foot.

He made several passes over your tongue like this. Occasionally switching things up to force your face between his toes, where he’d command you to lick. Ordering you to swallow the sweat that accumulated on your tongue. Praising you. All in that mocking voice of his.

You loved every second of it.

And then, he set his foot next to your body. His clawed toes tapped a rhythm on the floorboards.

Raix stood up, as he grinned down at you. “I think it’s time, mon cœur.”

Oh.

“Time to say goodbye to this thing you call ‘life’.” He raised his foot over your form again.

Oh, no.

“I wonder what your last thoughts will be?” Raix’s lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “If I do end up getting your soul, feel free to let me know as you’re stewing inside my body for all eternity.”

His paw pressed against your body, muffling the sound of your scream. You weren’t even sure why you were trying to scream. Was it fear? Or just the intense arousal that was overwhelming you?

This time, he was not gentle.

He didn’t put his full weight on all at once. Not yet. With an arm against the back of the chair for balance, he rolled his foot over your body. Kneading you, pinning your tiny self between the unyielding floor and his sole. Toes curled and splayed. Occasionally, those clawed digits would pinch and pull at your head, as he flexed them over your face, scrunching up your features. His heel pressed against your legs, the rough force already making your bones bend with effort, forcing a whimper from your mouth.

“Imagine…” Raix muses. “A life filled with vigor. Possibility. Tender moments.” You can feel the pressure start to increase. You try to spread your legs, trying to get away from that heel. That creaking sound of the floorboards underneath you accompanied your whimpering cries.

“Creatures like me? As long as we don’t meet a foolish end, we’ll live forever.” Raix continued. “But you? You’d throw it all away.”

The sound was getting louder. A terrifying realization raced through your mind, as you realized it wasn’t the floorboards at all. You started to squirm, as your legs were pinned against the heel and the floor. The arch of his foot pressed against your stomach. You felt internal organs shifting about. Body parts with no pain receptors being compressed against organs with more than enough nerves. You tried to wriggle away, your face pressed up against the sole, slickened with a mixture of sweat, saliva and…tears? Your tears?

That creaking sound that was filling your ears…it was your bones all along.

“Sing for me.” Raix tilted his head, as he glared at you with contempt. “The curtain’s about to fall on the amusing charade that is your life, mon chéri”

Blood poured from your nose as cartilage tore. Bones began to snap like twigs. The pressure ever increasing, never ceasing, forcing your eyes shut, as all you see is darkness. A sight that would await you for the rest of time.

You tried to scream. The beginning notes of a keening wail forced its way out of your throat, only to abruptly end in a wheeze. You tried to think of anything to distract you from the intense pain. If you could even call it pain anymore. The way that your pelvis was about to give out, how your internal organs threatened to spill out of your sides, the arch of his foot pressing down onto your stomach. The crunch of one of your femurs shooting an indescribable sensation through you. Your vision was whiting out, as your orbital socket was fractured, your eyes-

“Is that all you can say for your final act?” Raix’s voice cut through the intense hell you were suffering from. “Barely even making an attempt to cry out before the dark takes you” He chuckles.

“Looks like the audience won’t be calling you out for an encore, dear.”

You tried to scream again. The sound dissolved into a gurgle, as bones pierced your internal organs. At least, the ones that weren’t bursting from your sides in a wet, squelching _ pop _ of finality. Your form…or what was left of it, became a pulp underfoot, as blood, brain matter and eye-jelly welled up between Raix’s digits. Limbs twisted into unnatural positions, spasms abruptly ceasing.

He rotates his heel, grinding you out against the floorboards. Crushing and mangling whatever hadn’t already been destroyed in the first place. Whatever was left of your visage, already unrecognizable in a voiceless scream of terror and ecstasy, was ground into the mess.

“Mmmngh…” Raix growls. It was not out of disgust. He could feel his azure-colored shaft tent his slacks.

Raix’s toes flexed and curled, shifting the gory mess around some, as you had become nothing more than a stain underfoot.

“All that wasted potential…” Raix purrs. “But now, you get to be mine.”

He lowers himself back into the chair. He starts to lift his foot upward, Raix’s breaths becoming shallow as he can feel your remains tug against the floor, webs and strands of visceral gore pulling and snapping. His cock throbs in his pants, his hidden lust for blood, even beyond just being a vampire, was starting to arouse him.

He brings his foot up to his lap, before grasping his ankle in his claws. He leans forward, his snout just barely touching his foot, as he admires his handiwork and your transformation into a stain.

The sight of you against his foot…he felt himself begin to leak pre.

If anyone else saw what you looked like right now, they’d be unsure if you ever really were a living, breathing thing in the first place. Any clothes you were wearing were either torn asunder or mixed in with the mess that you’ve become. Bits and pieces of bone were completely unrecognizable, piercing organs that would never function again.

His eyes blinked, seeing the tiniest, smallest spark of light inside the gory mess. A light only himself and his vampire clan would be able to see.

Your soul.

His mouth watered. He found himself swallowing his saliva.

His jaws parted, pressing the forked tip of his tongue against his heel and dragging it up his own sole.

“Nnnngh…” Raix’s cock throbbed with need as he tasted himself. Tasted you. A mix of his own sweet flavor and a heady metallic tang. Your blood.

Slurp

He didn’t care about the bones. As he slathered his tongue against his sole, he knew they’d be easily digested.

Slorp

A breathless moan escaped his throat, as he licked from heel to claw. His tongue darted between his digits, the azure muscle slipping between his toes like a piston. He refused to miss a single bit of you.

Slp

“Gods…” Raix moaned. The sounds of his slurps filled his pointed ears. But even as he licked, he was determined to save your soul for last.

Glp

His tongue arched, your remains pooling up near the back of his mouth, underneath his uvula. Slipping down into that gullet. The bulge descends his neck until it disappears from view. He can already feel his stomach gurgling, excited for its meal. For your blood. For you.

Sllrrp

His lips wrapped around one of his own clawed digits, his eyes lidded with pleasure. He suckled his own toe eagerly, ensuring that there’d be not a single trace of you left on his foot, or on his claws, tongue playing against his toes.

Glrk

Another swallow, followed by a sigh of satisfaction. His muzzle, lips and cheeks are stained with blood. So needy, so desperate to savor you.

The spark of your soul shines, imprinted against his sole

He presses his tongue roughly against his foot, the forked tip peeling your soul off. With a practiced curl of his tongue, he feels the spark slip into his jaws.

CLACK

Raix snapped his jaws, the taste of your soul igniting something deep within him. He finally sets his foot down as he swiftly unbuckles his pants, forcing them down his legs, exposing his rock-hard blue-colored shaft for the first time that night. “F-fuck…” He whispers, pressing the spirit up against the ridged roof of his maw with his tongue. He grabs his dick and violently starts to jerk himself off.

“So…so fucking good.” Raix whimpered. He was desperate to wring every last bit of taste from your soul as he slurps and suckles. He was so close…_ so fucking close _. His toes curled into the floor, into the wet stain you made.

He throws his head back like an animal. His jaws parted, as he feels your spirit slip towards his gullet. And he swallows.

GRLK…GULP!

He lets out a whimpering cry as he cums, spilling his essence all over his hand. Against the floorboards of what used to be your room. The burning hot and pleasurable sensation of your soul slipping down his throat, after all that transpired tonight, it just…

He wishes he could gag. Choke on you. He wants this moment to last forever.

The vampire dragon leans back on the chair, his eyes lidded with intense pleasure, like he’s just savored the finest wine. His claws were covered in his own essence. His face looked like a mess, his lips stained with crimson. His hair was disheveled, his eyes unfocused.

As your soul settled into his eager stomach, he could already feel your emotions. Your memories. All of it, seeping into the greater being that was himself. He could feel your lust. Your terror. He could see the moment where you decided you wanted to perish underneath him like this. The excitement. The anticipation. The rapture when Raix finally took his boot off and lowered his foot.

All of your moments in time. Every word, every feeling, every memory, surged into his own body.

“...Gods, I need to find some more micros to do this with.”

Afterword

End Notes

As mentioned in the beginning notes, I have included some art of the characters mentioned in this fic that I have commissioned.

Raix SolHart (Done by https://bsky.app/profile/knucklebone.bsky.social )