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Sima's eyes glanced over the note a third or fourth time. Seriously? Was this the kind of thing that her friends were sending her nowadays?

Sima sighed and ruffled her hair as she clicked a few times around the screen. No cookies, no pop ups, no adds, and the little text box kept flashing her place. The text read 'Mad-Loves: One Box Romantic Adventure (Warning: Weird)'.

This wasn't a fanfic site, it didn't seem to be a joke as far as she could tell. She sighed and rolled her eyes as her mouse cursor glanced around for other links without clicking away. There were hearts and flowers and a few other things on the otherwise pink web page, but nothing lit up, nothing to indicate a preview or send her anywhere else.

The original message in her inbox was from Kanne (pronounced Kah-nay), AKA what most of her human friends referred to as 'that weird mouse that hangs out with you.' Kanne was certainly odd, just thinking up the name brought to mind the little piece of her large ears she'd cut out just to mimic one of her heroes, Mystical Mouse Militant Maiden Mega. The humans and canines and felines in her group of regular and fair-weather friends all seemed to have a rumor for why she was still on campus instead of being a total shut in basement dweller and what she was into.

As it turned out they had no idea.

See, Kanne likes paws. Okay likes is understatement of the year. Like one of the first things Kanne ever said to Sima was 'I really like your feet.' Sima wasn't the type to drag out a person's details that they weren't willing to share with her; didn't like making people uncomfortable and expected the same from them, but if she had to guess she would imagine Kanne would almost be asexual in every respect... except for paws, soles, toes, heels, ankles. Her last ten messages had titles along the lines of 'look at these paws' and 'Unf toe claws.' She was a dead fish for pretty much everything else: "Oh her face is nice, I can see why you like it, but wow do you see her pads? I want to run my tongue right over them."

Her friends thought it was creepy as hell, wouldn't even give the poor plum-furred rodent the time of day, but Sima...

Sima found she... actually enjoyed it.

Sometimes, she found herself just thinking of the little wiry toes and plump soles of the mouse. Apparently Kanne was strange in the sense that she liked paws, didn't so much like the associated smell from not washing them enough: her paws were always, always immaculate, every follicle of fur in place and every cuticle carefully managed, she always bragged that Sima could eat off of them if she really wanted to.

The worst part of it was, she kind of did. To her it was utterly messed up in the head, like her brain was totally twisted or damaged or something, but if Kanne knew that Sima might have the hots for her and... more importantly, her paws, she never let on. Kanne was a little gangly, a little small and thin, but her paws were beyond beautiful.

But, now, a quiz, a one question questionnaire: "Who do you want to have mad loves with? Choose carefully."

Of course, the answer was obvious, she would want to try something out with Kanne.

She really had never felt anything quite so... real as her affection for Kanne. It was to the point that she was actually hesitant about asking her just because what would happen if she said no? Or hell, said yes? She would be delighted of course, but if things didn't work out she would be devastated. The paws she could get over, but Kanne she wasn't so sure about. As much as she didn't like to admit it, Kanne was probably her most valued friend, in general. When most of her other friends would tell her a look was 'like totally hot,' Kanne would let her know straight away that 'she looked okay but could really use a little less makeup' or 'maybe she could use a little less color' and 'maybe she didn't have to have a name brand bag.' Kanne would never insult her, but would always say how she felt, would never tell her she 'had' to do something but wouldn't sugarcoat it. She was honest, utterly, truly, and that both drew Sima to her and frightened her in every possible respect.

She typed in 'Kanne.' She felt her pinkie hovering over the enter button and then thought about it a little more. Kanne was cute, she would really like to see if a relationship would work out, maybe that's why Kanne gave her the link in the first place? Would she have some way of seeing what her results were? Did she want it to seem kind of romantic or kind of silly or maybe a little of both? Her thoughts were moving at the kind of lightspeed that only comes from staying up too late and drinking too much caffeine to get through a few too many long nights and all nighters, the twilight zone of sleep deprivation and it's effect on the human personality.

Some kind of wayward neuron fired in her head. Sima grinned so brightly she could almost feel the illness dripping out of her sense of humor.

She held down backspace, and like a lightning bolt scrambled out 'Kanne's paws.'

Her teeth seemed to glint in a wicked way. Kanne, if she could see it, might think it's funny, might think it's weird, might think it's so damn sexy, and if it were a combination of the three that would make Sima just positively the happiest woman in the world.

She screen capped it, copied it into a return email and sent it back to Kanne, then nearly hammered the enter button on the questionnaire. Much to her surprise a little text bubble popped up on the screen. Almost simultaneously there was a big flashing message from Kanne. She giggled to herself as her eyes scanned over 'Are you sure you really want to do this? Once chosen selection cannot be changed.'

Sima giggled and there were a few more beeps, small messaging blips from her email, all of them Kanne. She stared for a second and giggled as her finger hovered over the enter button for the second time.

Just as she was about to press her cell blasted out a tune, one of the indie bands Kanne had introduced her to, the ringtone for her. Sima giggled and pushed the button while she picked up the phone, both computer and smartphone beeped.

"Heeeey girl, just put in my entry for the-"

"Don't tell me you hit enter."

"Uh, what?"

"Tell me you didn't hit enter on the questionnaire, Sima please I'm serious."

"I totally just did, I... I'm... I don't care who knows, you know? I mean it's not gonna be a big deal-"

"Sima! Holy shit you didn't!"

Sima scoffed and waved her hand. "Hey, I mean if you're embarrassed about me fine, I'll just explain it was a joke or something in case anyone sees it, you know? No big-"

"No you don't understand! That's really serious stuff, oh gosh I don't even know how this is gonna turn out, oh gosh Sima you need to... you need to find someone, I don't know who but really."

Sima sat up and frowned a little. The distress on Kanne's voice was new. It would have been pretty weird, now that she thought of it, for Kanne to be embarrassed about someone saying something about her. She didn't seem to care about freely admitting some stuff that would be to the point of almost heinously decadent when it came to her particular favorite parts of the body.

"Wait, like, what's wrong? I mean there can't be any real problem with-"

Sima froze up, sat rail straight. Her eyes seemed to roll up into her head for a moment. The smartphone was forgotten. She shook slightly and blinked. She was rather suddenly in a dorm much like her own, but instead of books for business majors and some discarded papers lying around, it was all stacked up canvasses and swirling colors, posters of visual art styles and famous paintings. In the middle of them all was Kanne, her body in nothing but her fur as she sat on her studio chair. She almost envied Kanne for that, along with many anthros, the ability to just sit around bare to the world and still technically not expose herself. Her reflection in the long mirror just to the right of the pair of them was what Sima would call 'adorable,' mouse and reflection curled up behind her knees.

Speaking of, she felt a gentle breeze from the window. Her skin prickled as she looked down, nearly leaping out of her skin as she realized she was quite, very naked. Her clothes weren't anywhere to be found, just her smooth skin, unsupported breasts wiggling and nipples stiffening.

"K-Kanne? What the fuck?!"

"I tried to tell you! You shouldn't have put that in-"

Kanne froze up as a voice boomed in overhead, seemingly from every possible source and none of them, seeming to echo deep into each woman's nerves:

Sima, the pretty human girl, had a secret, a secret desire. This wasn't just any desire, but a desire that burned into near obsession, a pairing that the world simply couldn't be without any longer! Sima had a desire... for Kanne's paws.

Sima glanced around the room, looking for speakers or mics or something around. She smiled a little. "Okay, alright, this is going a little far Kanne, I mean I like what you're doing and all, really, this is impressive, but really can I just have my clothes back?"

"I am not doing this!"

"Yeah, okay, like some voice is just narrating straight out of the ether-"

Thankfully for Sima, Kanne's paws had their own desire, a mutual desire. They were lonely, desperate for attentions, for a love that they could share, a love with someone who could love them back. Rather than call out and admit this love, Kanne's paws decided the only way they could express themselves was through a kiss!

Sima felt her eyebrows quirk for about a second before the muscles in her legs gave out and she found herself bouncing a little painfully on her knees. She gasped and found she couldn't really move, her back held straight and unable to stand. "W-wha-mmmph!"

Her lips were smushed closed by both of Kanne's soft, warm soles pushing straight into her face, the toes curling and rubbing at her forehead as the long, thick jointed rodent paws rubbing the soft pads over her nose and eyes. Sima kept trying to pull away, but it was as though she was glued to the warm, pinkish flesh under the soft, fluffy deep plum fur.

"S-sthuphit! G-guhnmmph!" She keeps trying to pull back but her cheeks light up as they're swarmed in the thick wrinkles and the long arches. She sniffs so deeply and can't help feeling her own tongue stretching and lapping. "Ghnnmmn n-nuuph!"

"I-I can't s-stop this! I c-can't control my paws! Oh g-gosh but your f-face feels so nice." Kanne gasped as she could feel her own toes sliding down along Sima's cheeks and start to shove themselves into her mouth, three of her smaller toes at a time as the larger ones squished up into her cheeks.

Sima kept trying to pull them away, but it felt like her fingers were slipping off, as though Kanne's paws were covered in oil. "Mmmmmnnhh!" Her cheeks were bright red and she could feel her stomach tensing as it seemed like her lips would stretch to fit almost all ten of the mouse's warm, thick toes. Her tongue tasted hard, smooth claws and lapped and teased each warm pad. Kanne herself was squealing and wriggling in her chair.

Then her paws slipped out of Sima's mouth, toes curling gently as they slipped back onto the chair. Sima was left panting, staring up at Kanne "Wh-what the hell, w-was that?"

"I-I don't know! I couldn't stop it! I think it was part of the questionnaire!" Sima blinked. "The... the text box, I filled out, that is doing this?"

"Well yeah! I heard that it did weird stuff but I didn't have any kind of clue it would do things like this!"

"K-Kanne, it's okay w-we should figure out how to stop this before-"

Sima couldn't help feeling elated at the lovely make out session that she simply had to embrace her beloved Kanne's paws in a snuggle session. Though they differ slightly in shape, Sima wanted it to be perfect, and to her, that meant shrinking to fit her mad love. When they reached the proper size, they would have the proper, perfect cuddle.

Sima felt herself relaxing a little, standing up and glancing around the room, as though the portraits or mirrors would help her, but all that seemed to happen is they swelled larger, looming overhead as she felt her little lungs screaming out. Her voice rose until it was high and squeaky, her body seeming to have a little 'falling' sensation. She heard the most disturbing groaning and creaking sensations as her body rapidly shrank away, having to nearly hurt her neck staring up to see Kanne's face.

"Kanne! Kanne help me!"

"What?!"

Kanne's voice was louder, seeming to shake her little form, like standing in front of the speakers at a rock concert. She felt her little heart hammering as Kanne's paws slipped off of the floor. To see the veins standing out against the skin so close, the smooth white skin and paw pads stretched over her like the hood of a cobra.

"Kanne no stop! Stop please don't- uggh!"

"Oooohhhnnnn!"

Kanne let out a nearly bestial groan as her paws descended and knocked the wind straight out of Sima, squishing her nearly flat against the floor and rubbing her tiny body between the arches, scrunching toes over her head and making the little body writhe between paw and floor. Sima screamed as she was sure she was going to be crushed to death, but there was just a constant, warm, twitching and squishing under the paws, feeling the soft pads make contact with her skin and drag, rub, squish, filing her with so much warmth, the comfortable smell of lilac lotion and clean mouse fur filling her nose even as heels ground her legs nearly flat.

"Oooohh gosh, maybe this wont be so bad."

Sima would have disagreed, but she was totally breathless, somehow not needing to worry as the crushing sensation overwhelmed her. There was no pain, just constant pressure that... she didn't want to admit... felt amazing, drawing her into heights of pleasure she wouldn't have thought possible, probably wouldn't be possible. Soon she stopped trying to move and just let the warm muscle and soft flesh press down into her, notions of trying to leave slipping out of her head...

And after their perfect hug and snuggle together, Sima and Kanne's paws felt as though everything was right for them, that they were so close together, so similar, that they were practically one in the same already! And, as it turned out, they were: Kanne's paws were just looking into a mirror the entire time, fantasizing about having a crush.

Sima shuddered as she was pressed into a little harder for a moment, the squishing sounds visceral and warmer. She tries to pull away from the paws, worried at this point, but she feels the entire world shaking and lifting around her. When she's pulled away she feels some kind of strange wriggling, taking a moment before her vision clears.

She's stuck to the paws, her legs squirming at the heels and her torso resting between the arches. She tries to squirm and pull away, but she can see that there's not a visible seam between her warm, pinkish flesh and the plum shaded fur in her friend's paws.

"K-Kanne, h-help me!"

Kanne was huffing and groaning herself, toes starting to clench and the thick joints nearly swallowed her head. She could feel the wrinkles moving across Kanne's paws, her body bending a little with each little wiggle and movement. She could see that as she tugged more of her skin was being invaded by purple fur, and in the reflection her face was being pulled on either side by paw pads.

"K-Kanne g-get out of me! H-h-help!"

Kanne's paws turned and rubbed soles against each other, squirming and heating the fur and flesh between them. Sima's screams were squished and garbled as wet sounds and joints popping invaded her senses. Her heart, pounding in her ears up to this point, felt weaker, her body tugged right along the middle. It was getting harder to pick out what was her own body and what was tense, stretching paws.

Kanne's paws pulled and, much to Sima's stress, snapped apart.

"Mmmhhhnnn! Hmnnguk!"

Her facial features were nearly gone, stretched out into the warm paw pads, her torso smoothed into the soft fur and skin of each arch. Toes curled over her view, foreign blood and heat rushing into her, soft bony pops and twitches, her normal extremities gone.

Then, it was like a switch flipping, one second barely able to see from her warm pads to suddenly full clarity. She could feel every inch of her new form, the smooth heel, the tight tendons stretching and tensing over her 'back' leaving smooth lines in the skin up to the thick swell of the pads, the toes soft and with a slight gap between the claws.

Sima tried to scream but all she could manage to do was splay her toes, a pathetic squealing sound barely audible emitted from her pair of forms somewhere. She tried to push herself away somehow, but there was no herself to push away, the ball of her foot merely exposed with a tiny, desperate grunting sound as her toes tried to squeeze outward. It was insane of course, but she'd just merged with her friend's paws, what was off the table for possibilities?

Kanne, having none of that, simply pushed her soles forward until they were pressed against the mirror. Sima was forced to see every part of her new form, not even a hint that she'd ever been anything but mouse paws. She felt such enormous pressure on her, squishing her soles hard into the glass, but it just made her flush with heat, tingle with sensation. She tried to pull away but Kanne just kept grinding her into the mirror, sliding down slowly until she was slipping over the carpet.

"Wow... that was... Really sexy."

Kanne stood up finally, Sima squealing and toes wiggling, shuddering as they tried to hold up what was, to her now, immense weight. She felt her left side squeeze harder as the right gently slipped over the left, rubbing and squeezing heels and pads straight into more warm, plum fur.

"I was going to look for some way to change you back but... I kinda like this, don't you? I mean, now I have a really good reason to always take care of my paws, and I'm never alone, and you really do feel so-o good. Every night can even be movie night!"

Sima tried to splay her toes or shake her head or something but the mix of impossible commands just caused her to push herself further into the carpet. Both paws were on the floor now and Kanne was rocking back and forth, heel to toe, squishing Sima's tight flesh. It took a moment or two, but she was getting used to it, even starting to feel the thrum of pleasure Kanne must be feeling.

"Ah, we'll give it a week and then see what we can do, if anything. I really think you'll love it though, I mean I would if it were the other way around."

Sima made microscopic squealing noises before Kanne slipped into a cross legged sit, grabbing her left paw and bending it along with the leg so that the sole was facing her. Sima got a close up view of her friend's muzzle, felt the warm breath wafting over her heel and she couldn't help twitching her toes, the other paw getting a prime view of Kanne's bare, smooth rear.

"Or, well, they do say you should love yourself right?"

Kanne leaned in and gave a long lick over Sima's heel, making the girl turned foot squirm and squeeze down on her pads. Kanne's soft, cool nose nuzzled straight into the arch and Sima tried to press back, rubbing the soft pads into her cheeks.

Kanne giggled and smooched her own toes. "That's what I thought. A week, okay?"

Sima felt a little heat building along her soles. She couldn't really nod but she clenched and unclenched her toes a few times. Kanne smiled and nodded back.

"But for now, I think my paws have been through quite an ordeal and might need a little massage huh?"

Just as she said this Kanne's fingers kneaded gently into Sima's left sole. Both paws squirmed and wriggled, toes stretching and tensing gently. Sima didn't have any choice in the matter... but she loved every rub over her warm fur, every tense little squeeze and toe twitch inducing squirm. The entire time, she only had Kanne's warm fingers and toes for company. Somehow, she felt as though something should be wrong with what's happening, that she shouldn't enjoy being toyed with by the weird mouse she maybe crushes on or being a body part... but...

Her clenched toes finally relaxed. "There you go, good paws." The massaging continued into the night, warm and soft and everything Sima never knew she needed.