MPS #2 - Shot Down

Story by mzmm on SoFurry

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As a reminder, this month's themes were facesitting, footplay, and scifi! Featuring Splinter's character Layla!

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"Get up."

That was the first thing you heard, felt, or perceived in any way since your ship had been shot down. You had been flying in controlled space illegally; knowingly, even. You had flown this route several times, but nothing had come from it; shipping companies had been using this route for as far as you could remember! But it seemed whoever was in charge of this planet was sick of people sliding by without paying taxes, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time...

That was besides the point, though. You would have time to think about that later. Right now, you had to figure out where you were. Opening your eyes didn't help, seeing as everything around you was darkness. Or maybe you were blind. You didn't even expect to survive the crash, let alone escape unscathed...

Every part of your body aching told you that you hadn't escaped unscathed, even. You groaned as you got to your feet at a snail's pace, feeling all sorts of pains and wounds in your joints and otherwise.

"I said, get up!"

The voice that snapped you awake came again, sounding a bit more impatient this time around. It was gruff and deep; the kind of voice that could only belong to someone you definitely didn't want to anger. So, you groaned once more as you stumbled to your feet, looking in the vague direction you heard the voice coming from. Ahead of you, you could hear the screeching of metal as a gate opened, and a dim light flickered on in the hallway ahead of you. It revealed to you a hardened, gritty lizardman, with quite a long spear gripped in one of his hands. You held her hand to your forehead, feeling it throb as you stumbled out of the cell you were in into the hallway, feeling the reptile guard almost immediately push you to the left. "Move along. The queen wants a word with ya..."

A queen? you thought as you stumbled down the dim hallway, occasionally feeling a push or two from the guard as you ambled towards your perceived audience. The light in the hallway was gradually growing more powerful, and eventually you could make out a staircase at the end of the hallway. You thought about asking the guard some questions during your little trek, but considering he already seemed impatient with you, it probably wasn't the best idea to start quizzing him on what the hell was going on. Even though you were delirious, aching, and confused, you still sensed that you had a way to get out of this situation intact, and you didn't want to ruin it... 

You instinctively squinted as you walked out into the light of the stairway. It was quite a short one, but it still took you a little bit of time to get up it considering how slow you were moving. The process of climbing up these stairs alone tired you out, and by the time you reached the top of them, you were struggling to catch your breath. The guard behind you still pushed you along as always, though, keeping you moving forward as the world opened up around you.

The room surrounding you was ornate and airy. White walls encroached on you from all sides, and the ceiling seemed a mile away. Huge windows stretched up to the ceiling from all sides, giving you a gorgeous view to the world outside (although what was outside wasn't much to look at). Red carpets were rolled out on the marble floor, stretching from the very point you were standing on all the way to the back of the room. There, a few more stairs awaited you, a large and quite ornate throne standing right in front of where the carpet terminated. It was hard to see from all the way back here, but as you squinted, you swore you could make out a figure sitting on the throne!

The whole room, despite being gigantic, was quiet. Oddly quiet. Deathly quiet. The steps of you and the guard behind you echoed through the halls, bouncing off of every wall and making each step sound like an earthquake. The guard still jabbed you in the back every now and then, but as the light started to shine down on you, and as you were released from the dank, dark cell you were in, you felt your strength slowly returning. You still stumbled a bit as you walked down the carpet, though, features of the figure in the distance gradually becoming more and more clear as you got closer. Whatever it was, it surely wasn't reptilian like the guard. it looks more like some sort of canine, maybe a jackal, but with much sharper and more prominent teeth. Various shades of dark blue covered its body, fading in and out across her fur. But the most striking thing was her pink, spiky hair! Not exactly the kind of person you would imagine sitting in such a regal and large throne. but, considering the two guards standing at either side of her, it looked like she was the boss around here. She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne impatiently as you slowly made your way towards her, occasionally locking eyes with the guards giving you menacing glares. Eventually, you stood before her, the guard behind you stopping to indicate that your little journey was finished.

"Where the hell a-" you started to demand, before the ice cold glare of the jackal stared right through you. "HUSH!" she yelled, in a booming, overwhelming voice, which echoed and bounce throughout all the room, seeming to totally surround you in her objection. "You will speak only when spoken to. Welcome to Telhos. We detained you after finding your ship crashed in one of our numerous, dangerous swamplands. You are lucky to be alive..."

"Bu-" you tried to interject before the guard behind you jabbed you in the back with his spear. 

"Unfortunately, you were found to be trespassing in the our space without paying tolls. Merchants have been unlawfully using us as a shortcut for centuries, but you're the first one we've caught in the act..."

She smirked before she started to continue. "So I'll have a lot of fun with this. Guards!"

The two guards on her sides immediately rushed forward, getting a firm grasp on your arms before you could even react and pulling you closer to the throne, kicking and screaming. "But, I'll give you a deal. If you service me, I'll let you go. Scot free."

You thought it over for a moment. "What the hell do you mean by servicing?"

"Hmm. I was thinking you could be a nice foot rest, or maybe a bit of extra padding for my throne..." 

It was at that point that you noticed the queen wasn't wearing any sort of shoes. Her paws were on full display, beans and all, just a few feet from you. It made you the slightest bit flustered. "A-and what if I refuse?" you countered.

"We'll throw you back into the swamps. You'll probably end up stewing in some lizard's gut - if you're lucky."

What an ultimatum. You certainly didn't want to be a part of this servicing (no matter how oddly fascinating the whole scenario was), but if it meant escaping with your life...well, you really had no option!

"I can tell by the look on your face that you considered it!~ Get down on your knees and get to rubbing..." the queen commanded, stretching her body out and letting a deep yawn out as the guards pushed you forward. You thought for a second about making a break for it, but you knew those reptiles wouldn't hesitate to make swiss cheese out of you if you did. As much as you wanted to make a big, heroic escape by beating both of the guards into the ground, it wasn't realistic. So instead, you practically face-planted against her paws, feeling more of a pleasant squish from those soft beans than anything painful. "Well? Get to work!" you heard the queen say from above you, your hearing a bit muffled now that you had a big face full of jackal paw. However, the question still remained of what exactly you would do! You figured you would have to start with her suggestion of rubbing them, so you slowly got to work, squishing your thumbs into the beans and swirling them around. You found it kind of fun, actually; it was kind of like playing with putty! 

You continued to knead your thumbs into those beans, making your way down the paw and giving the whole thing a nice, deep rub. You could feel a lot of tension in them as you pressed in, which was somewhat surprising. You didn't think a queen would be on her feet all day! And from the soft sighs coming from above you, it was clear that the jackal was enjoying this whole experience. You pressed into those soles with as much as you could give, feeling the soft fur between your fingers.

"Mmm...why don't you give them a lick..." she teased, her eyes closed in pleasure as she wiggled her toes in front of you. How humiliating! Initially you were a bit hesitant to go that far, but as you felt her toes start to squeeze at your hands a bit forcefully, you remembered the position you were in. You took a deep breath before leaning into them slowly, trying to make this as quick as possible...

You hesitantly stuck your tongue out and dragged it across one of the beans. At least they didn't smell bad. A bit earthy, but nothing too pungent. The taste was much of the same, nothing too offensive, though a bit salty; and judging from the noises you were hearing coming from above you, the jackal was enjoying this quite a bit. It was quite embarrassing when you thought about it: imprisoned and forced to attend to a queen's feet right in front of her subjects, but that was the smallest concern in your mind right now. You could feel her toes squeezing tighter around you, and at one point you were worried that you weren't doing enough to please her; but then the satisfied noises came again, and you internally let out a sigh of relief. You thought about stopping for a moment, but you didn't want to dwindle any good luck you had, so you kept at it, pressing your thumbs into those soles as you slurped up and down the beans, occasionally even going so far as to suckle on the toes a little bit! You were getting into this a little bit more than you wanted to let on...

"Goodness, it looks like you've had a bit of experience~" she teased, making you red in the face as she put her other paw on your face. "How about a change?" she said as she wiggled her toes in front of you, urging you to quickly switch to the other paw. You obliged her, moving your tongue over and giving the other paw its own tongue bath. Not much was different over here, but the queen was certainly enjoying the change of scenery you had; indeed, the little noises of pleasure she was making were starting to become more intense. In fact, one could say they were starting to stray from the area of normal enjoyment one would get from a foot rub...

"Ah! Simply delightful, wonderful job. I might keep you around for just that..." the queen teased as her feet lovely backed away, allowing you to see the world around you again. "But I think I have a better idea. Guards!" she commanded once more, you instantly feeling the tight grasp of those lizard men behind you. You yelled and squirmed as they did so, but the queen was quick to respond. "Calm down, you're not going back to the cell. We're just going to put you somewhere a bit different for now..." she said as she got up off of her throne, standing over you and looking at the guards. "Put him in the usual spot." she advised, and immediately, you felt the lizards drag you forward towards the throne. You still fought a little bit as they turned you over, placing your head firmly on the seat of the throne, but you didn't have much strength to protest what they were doing - and, ultimately, it probably wasn't in your best interest to.

Eventually, you felt the guards shuffle away, although they still kept a firm grasp on your arms and legs as the queen looked you over. She felt so powerful as she loomed over you, her shadow easily covering your whole body, even though she was only a few inches taller than you. "Oh yeah, you'll do fine..." she mumbled as she approached her throne again, before slowly turning around and giving you a nice view of her plush, royal cheeks!

You only had a few moments to see her navy blue ass approach before it suddenly and completely smothered your vision. The plush curves instantly transferred all of her weight right onto your face, the queen letting out a long, pleased sigh as she relaxed back in her throne. "Ahhhh, yeah, he will definitely do~" she teased, grinding her rump up against you just a bit as she got more comfortable. Her teasing was muffled by those round cheeks that were gradually taking up more and more of your surroundings, but you could still make out some of the most important words that she was saying, and that's all you needed to blush profusely. Her tush was quite soft, but also strong, and it was definitely taking your breath away...

Thankfully, the queen didn't seem interested in making this whole situation lewd. You could definitely detect a bit of heat and lust coming from the places you were smushed up against, and occasionally you thought about teasing her a little bit to see where it went, but you figured you had an equal chance of pleasing her and angering her. It was best to assume this was some sort of strange custom or punishment and go along with the ride...or maybe she really did just want a softer seat!

In the beginning, you struggled and fought against this weird situation a little bit, but the combined weight of the queen upon you and the guards firmly gripping your extremities put a quick stop to any chance for escape. You felt the queen's buttocks pressing down on you once more, as she muttered something about "breaking you in"; it did a good job of squeezing out any fight you had left, leaving your face ripe to support her rear. You could hear chattering coming from above you; the queen must have been seeing someone else. It was so embarrassing to think about, just your legs and chest sticking out from underneath the queen's ass, nothing more than a bit of extra softness for her throne... 

Moping wouldn't do much though. One thing you were worried about: your face was getting dangerously close to the queen's jewels, as it were, and you were beginning to question if she had something else in mind! But all your thinking about your situation had let one thing slip under the radar. The environment down here was quickly becoming hostile. While the smell was musty at worst, it filled your lungs and nose every time you took a breath, occasionally making you cough on her strong scent. As well, it was quite warm underneath her rump, especially as those soft cheeks pressed further down on you, forcing you to bear absolutely all of the weight of the queen. The heat was becoming intense, and so was the lack of fresh air. If you didn't get out from under here soon, you knew that you would pass out! Your cheeks puffed up as you started to struggle anew shouting for the queen to get up so you could catch a breath. At least she wasn't sitting on your chest...

Slowly, you felt the weight on your face start to lift. Instantly, you took a deep, gasping breath, relieved to have fresh air swirling around under the jackal's considerable glutes. "Hmph! Fine. Take a few deep breaths, before they're all filled with my scent~" the queen teased from above you, wiggling her rump in front of you as you did exactly that. You thought once more about trying to escape, but it would be futile at this point: you were in the worst position imaginable. You just wondered when you would get off "scot-free."

In fact, you were so curious about that little detail that you used a few of your breaths to ask the queen when she'd let you go. "Let you go? Hmm...maybe after a few more audiences!" she chuckled. It wasn't exactly the answer you were looking for, but you couldn't say you didn't expect a bit of advantage taken from the position you were in. "WAI-" you started to cry, but your voice was quickly snuffed out as the queen's cheeks descended upon you once more. As you waited for the impact, you could only hope that these audiences wouldn't last too long...


?"Get up."

That was the first thing you heard, felt, or perceived in any way since your ship had been shot down. You had been flying in controlled space illegally; knowingly, even. You had flown this route several times, but nothing had come from it; shipping companies had been using this route for as far as you could remember! But it seemed whoever was in charge of this planet was sick of people sliding by without paying taxes, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time...

That was besides the point, though. You would have time to think about that later. Right now, you had to figure out where you were. Opening your eyes didn't help, seeing as everything around you was darkness. Or maybe you were blind. You didn't even expect to survive the crash, let alone escape unscathed...

Every part of your body aching told you that you hadn't escaped unscathed, even. You groaned as you got to your feet at a snail's pace, feeling all sorts of pains and wounds in your joints and otherwise.

"I said, get up!"

The voice that snapped you awake came again, sounding a bit more impatient this time around. It was gruff and deep; the kind of voice that could only belong to someone you definitely didn't want to anger. So, you groaned once more as you stumbled to your feet, looking in the vague direction you heard the voice coming from. Ahead of you, you could hear the screeching of metal as a gate opened, and a dim light flickered on in the hallway ahead of you. It revealed to you a hardened, gritty lizardman, with quite a long spear gripped in one of his hands. You held her hand to your forehead, feeling it throb as you stumbled out of the cell you were in into the hallway, feeling the reptile guard almost immediately push you to the left. "Move along. The queen wants a word with ya..."

A queen? you thought as you stumbled down the dim hallway, occasionally feeling a push or two from the guard as you ambled towards your perceived audience. The light in the hallway was gradually growing more powerful, and eventually you could make out a staircase at the end of the hallway. You thought about asking the guard some questions during your little trek, but considering he already seemed impatient with you, it probably wasn't the best idea to start quizzing him on what the hell was going on. Even though you were delirious, aching, and confused, you still sensed that you had a way to get out of this situation intact, and you didn't want to ruin it...

You instinctively squinted as you walked out into the light of the stairway. It was quite a short one, but it still took you a little bit of time to get up it considering how slow you were moving. The process of climbing up these stairs alone tired you out, and by the time you reached the top of them, you were struggling to catch your breath. The guard behind you still pushed you along as always, though, keeping you moving forward as the world opened up around you.

The room surrounding you was ornate and airy. White walls encroached on you from all sides, and the ceiling seemed a mile away. Huge windows stretched up to the ceiling from all sides, giving you a gorgeous view to the world outside (although what was outside wasn't much to look at). Red carpets were rolled out on the marble floor, stretching from the very point you were standing on all the way to the back of the room. There, a few more stairs awaited you, a large and quite ornate throne standing right in front of where the carpet terminated. It was hard to see from all the way back here, but as you squinted, you swore you could make out a figure sitting on the throne!

The whole room, despite being gigantic, was quiet. Oddly quiet. Deathly quiet. The steps of you and the guard behind you echoed through the halls, bouncing off of every wall and making each step sound like an earthquake. The guard still jabbed you in the back every now and then, but as the light started to shine down on you, and as you were released from the dank, dark cell you were in, you felt your strength slowly returning. You still stumbled a bit as you walked down the carpet, though, features of the figure in the distance gradually becoming more and more clear as you got closer. Whatever it was, it surely wasn't reptilian like the guard. it looks more like some sort of canine, maybe a jackal, but with much sharper and more prominent teeth. Various shades of dark blue covered its body, fading in and out across her fur. But the most striking thing was her pink, spiky hair! Not exactly the kind of person you would imagine sitting in such a regal and large throne. but, considering the two guards standing at either side of her, it looked like she was the boss around here. She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne impatiently as you slowly made your way towards her, occasionally locking eyes with the guards giving you menacing glares. Eventually, you stood before her, the guard behind you stopping to indicate that your little journey was finished.

"Where the hell a-" you started to demand, before the ice cold glare of the jackal stared right through you. "HUSH!" she yelled, in a booming, overwhelming voice, which echoed and bounce throughout all the room, seeming to totally surround you in her objection. "You will speak only when spoken to. Welcome to Telhos. We detained you after finding your ship crashed in one of our numerous, dangerous swamplands. You are lucky to be alive..."

"Bu-" you tried to interject before the guard behind you jabbed you in the back with his spear.

"Unfortunately, you were found to be trespassing in the our space without paying tolls. Merchants have been unlawfully using us as a shortcut for centuries, but you're the first one we've caught in the act..."

She smirked before she started to continue. "So I'll have a lot of fun with this. Guards!"

The two guards on her sides immediately rushed forward, getting a firm grasp on your arms before you could even react and pulling you closer to the throne, kicking and screaming. "But, I'll give you a deal. If you service me, I'll let you go. Scot free."

You thought it over for a moment. "What the hell do you mean by servicing?"

"Hmm. I was thinking you could be a nice foot rest, or maybe a bit of extra padding for my throne..."

It was at that point that you noticed the queen wasn't wearing any sort of shoes. Her paws were on full display, beans and all, just a few feet from you. It made you the slightest bit flustered. "A-and what if I refuse?" you countered.

"We'll throw you back into the swamps. You'll probably end up stewing in some lizard's gut - if you're lucky."

What an ultimatum. You certainly didn't want to be a part of this servicing (no matter how oddly fascinating the whole scenario was), but if it meant escaping with your life...well, you really had no option!

"I can tell by the look on your face that you considered it!~ Get down on your knees and get to rubbing..." the queen commanded, stretching her body out and letting a deep yawn out as the guards pushed you forward. You thought for a second about making a break for it, but you knew those reptiles wouldn't hesitate to make swiss cheese out of you if you did. As much as you wanted to make a big, heroic escape by beating both of the guards into the ground, it wasn't realistic. So instead, you practically face-planted against her paws, feeling more of a pleasant squish from those soft beans than anything painful. "Well? Get to work!" you heard the queen say from above you, your hearing a bit muffled now that you had a big face full of jackal paw. However, the question still remained of what exactly you would do! You figured you would have to start with her suggestion of rubbing them, so you slowly got to work, squishing your thumbs into the beans and swirling them around. You found it kind of fun, actually; it was kind of like playing with putty!

You continued to knead your thumbs into those beans, making your way down the paw and giving the whole thing a nice, deep rub. You could feel a lot of tension in them as you pressed in, which was somewhat surprising. You didn't think a queen would be on her feet all day! And from the soft sighs coming from above you, it was clear that the jackal was enjoying this whole experience. You pressed into those soles with as much as you could give, feeling the soft fur between your fingers.

"Mmm...why don't you give them a lick..." she teased, her eyes closed in pleasure as she wiggled her toes in front of you. How humiliating! Initially you were a bit hesitant to go that far, but as you felt her toes start to squeeze at your hands a bit forcefully, you remembered the position you were in. You took a deep breath before leaning into them slowly, trying to make this as quick as possible...

You hesitantly stuck your tongue out and dragged it across one of the beans. At least they didn't smell bad. A bit earthy, but nothing too pungent. The taste was much of the same, nothing too offensive, though a bit salty; and judging from the noises you were hearing coming from above you, the jackal was enjoying this quite a bit. It was quite embarrassing when you thought about it: imprisoned and forced to attend to a queen's feet right in front of her subjects, but that was the smallest concern in your mind right now. You could feel her toes squeezing tighter around you, and at one point you were worried that you weren't doing enough to please her; but then the satisfied noises came again, and you internally let out a sigh of relief. You thought about stopping for a moment, but you didn't want to dwindle any good luck you had, so you kept at it, pressing your thumbs into those soles as you slurped up and down the beans, occasionally even going so far as to suckle on the toes a little bit! You were getting into this a little bit more than you wanted to let on...

"Goodness, it looks like you've had a bit of experience~" she teased, making you red in the face as she put her other paw on your face. "How about a change?" she said as she wiggled her toes in front of you, urging you to quickly switch to the other paw. You obliged her, moving your tongue over and giving the other paw its own tongue bath. Not much was different over here, but the queen was certainly enjoying the change of scenery you had; indeed, the little noises of pleasure she was making were starting to become more intense. In fact, one could say they were starting to stray from the area of normal enjoyment one would get from a foot rub...

"Ah! Simply delightful, wonderful job. I might keep you around for just that..." the queen teased as her feet lovely backed away, allowing you to see the world around you again. "But I think I have a better idea. Guards!" she commanded once more, you instantly feeling the tight grasp of those lizard men behind you. You yelled and squirmed as they did so, but the queen was quick to respond. "Calm down, you're not going back to the cell. We're just going to put you somewhere a bit different for now..." she said as she got up off of her throne, standing over you and looking at the guards. "Put him in the usual spot." she advised, and immediately, you felt the lizards drag you forward towards the throne. You still fought a little bit as they turned you over, placing your head firmly on the seat of the throne, but you didn't have much strength to protest what they were doing - and, ultimately, it probably wasn't in your best interest to.

Eventually, you felt the guards shuffle away, although they still kept a firm grasp on your arms and legs as the queen looked you over. She felt so powerful as she loomed over you, her shadow easily covering your whole body, even though she was only a few inches taller than you. "Oh yeah, you'll do fine..." she mumbled as she approached her throne again, before slowly turning around and giving you a nice view of her plush, royal cheeks!

You only had a few moments to see her navy blue ass approach before it suddenly and completely smothered your vision. The plush curves instantly transferred all of her weight right onto your face, the queen letting out a long, pleased sigh as she relaxed back in her throne. "Ahhhh, yeah, he will definitely do~" she teased, grinding her rump up against you just a bit as she got more comfortable. Her teasing was muffled by those round cheeks that were gradually taking up more and more of your surroundings, but you could still make out some of the most important words that she was saying, and that's all you needed to blush profusely. Her tush was quite soft, but also strong, and it was definitely taking your breath away...

Thankfully, the queen didn't seem interested in making this whole situation lewd. You could definitely detect a bit of heat and lust coming from the places you were smushed up against, and occasionally you thought about teasing her a little bit to see where it went, but you figured you had an equal chance of pleasing her and angering her. It was best to assume this was some sort of strange custom or punishment and go along with the ride...or maybe she really did just want a softer seat!

In the beginning, you struggled and fought against this weird situation a little bit, but the combined weight of the queen upon you and the guards firmly gripping your extremities put a quick stop to any chance for escape. You felt the queen's buttocks pressing down on you once more, as she muttered something about "breaking you in"; it did a good job of squeezing out any fight you had left, leaving your face ripe to support her rear. You could hear chattering coming from above you; the queen must have been seeing someone else. It was so embarrassing to think about, just your legs and chest sticking out from underneath the queen's ass, nothing more than a bit of extra softness for her throne...

Moping wouldn't do much though. One thing you were worried about: your face was getting dangerously close to the queen's jewels, as it were, and you were beginning to question if she had something else in mind! But all your thinking about your situation had let one thing slip under the radar. The environment down here was quickly becoming hostile. While the smell was musty at worst, it filled your lungs and nose every time you took a breath, occasionally making you cough on her strong scent. As well, it was quite warm underneath her rump, especially as those soft cheeks pressed further down on you, forcing you to bear absolutely all of the weight of the queen. The heat was becoming intense, and so was the lack of fresh air. If you didn't get out from under here soon, you knew that you would pass out! Your cheeks puffed up as you started to struggle anew shouting for the queen to get up so you could catch a breath. At least she wasn't sitting on your chest...

Slowly, you felt the weight on your face start to lift. Instantly, you took a deep, gasping breath, relieved to have fresh air swirling around under the jackal's considerable glutes. "Hmph! Fine. Take a few deep breaths, before they're all filled with my scent~" the queen teased from above you, wiggling her rump in front of you as you did exactly that. You thought once more about trying to escape, but it would be futile at this point: you were in the worst position imaginable. You just wondered when you would get off "scot-free."

In fact, you were so curious about that little detail that you used a few of your breaths to ask the queen when she'd let you go. "Let you go? Hmm...maybe after a few more audiences!" she chuckled. It wasn't exactly the answer you were looking for, but you couldn't say you didn't expect a bit of advantage taken from the position you were in. "WAI-" you started to cry, but your voice was quickly snuffed out as the queen's cheeks descended upon you once more. As you waited for the impact, you could only hope that these audiences wouldn't last too long...