The Toy of the Beast-Commission story
This story is a commission for the user chaoscomm on FA. It involves trampling, soft vore, micro/macro, and a disney character. If any of this offends you, please leave. Age warnings apply.
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The Toy of the Beast
"Castles...in a dark forest. Why doesn't anyone ever try picking out a new location for these things?" the mouse muttered to himself as he pushed several pieces of shrubbery aside. The dark forest surrounded him, and each time he had to push another piece of shrubbery or vegetation aside, it made him want to shout out of sheer frustration.
The forest had been light and cheery enough during the day time, but as soon as the sun had fallen, the trees had because almost haunted looking. Lawliet had no illusions about haunted forests, considering that the existence of such things were silly, but when the moonlight shone through branches knotted and curled like the fingers of a corpse, it became a lot easier to believe in the existence of ghosts and evil spells, and evil spirits, than it was during the day.
He shivered as he heard the howl of a wolf rise through the misty forest, and paused with his hand on a tree as the call was picked up by another wolf, further away. The howl continued to grow louder and quieter as wolves far and near picked up the call, crying out to one another.
What really made him freak out, though, was the sound of a howl only a few feet away from him. He had to bite his lips to keep from squeaking and yelping from surprise, and even though it was silly, there was no way he could have stopped himself from climbing the tree. He was up and in the branches before he could have said, "What was that?" Clinging to the branches with a strength born of fear and pumping adrenaline, Lawliet looked down at the ground, hoping that the wolf was really much further away, a harmless distance from a traveling mouse like himself.
Those hopes were dashed the minute he looked down. Four wolves were gathering at the base of his tree. Three of them were growling, while a third was howling, throwing its head back and releasing a long, loud howl. On other occasions, Lawliet might have liked to stop and listen to it. Right now, he had no choice but to stick around and hear it.
Unable to look at anything else, and not wanting to feel more freaked out by staring into the dark forest and worrying about ghosts, Lawliet looked down at the wolves. In any other situation that didn't involve him being treed and caught by them, he would have thought the wolves beautiful. They were sleek and muscled, with white fur of winter covering them from head to tail. Their feral grins of hunger were quite...well, he didn't deny that he would have been frightened of them even if he wasn't in a tree, waiting for others to come and keep him here. That kind of grin was just creepy to begin with.
They gathered around the base of the tree, now and then standing on their hind legs against the tree. When they did that, they could almost reach him, where he lay on one of the low-hanging branches. Several times they nipped at his toes, and it was only through a quick tug of his legs that kept his feet from being munched on, and maybe losing a few toes.
It was like they enjoyed teasing him. After they found out that he was so close, they started leaping up at him. Their jaws snapped at air, a good inch or two below the branch that was his protection, but he couldn't help dodging back. Several times, he almost slipped off of the branch, and each time, he felt sure that he was going to lose some body part to the wolves before he was able to pull himself back onto the branch. His balance was always precarious, since he couldn't wrap his limbs around the branch for stability. If he tried that, the wolves would just bite off chunks from his arms until he wasn't able to hold on any longer, and then they'd have him for dinner right then and there.
Just as the mouse thought it could get no worse, it did. Wolves started walking in from between the trees around him, walking to the trunk of his tree. One, two, four, finally eight wolves walked over to his tree. There were twelve wolves total around him now, and each one was licking its lips, he was sure. They all looked eager to feed, and he was sure that they'd be all the more eager to get him, now that they had such numbers.
"How do I get myself into these situations?!" Lawliet muttered to himself. "If I'd just stayed home this weekend, this wouldn't have happened!" The mouse felt like his skin was getting scraped roughly each time he adjusted himself on his branch, which he had to do pretty often because of the way the wolves were leaping at him. With the increased numbers, he had three or four of them leaping off of the ground at him every few seconds, and it was getting harder and harder to keep from being bitten.
The wolves were even leaping against the trunk of the tree, scrabbling at it and grabbing for the lower branches with their forepaws. A few times, they managed to grab onto the lower branches, a bit further down from Lawliet, and pull themselves up partway. A kick to the nose was enough to knock them back down, but they kept trying, and trying, and each kick wreaked havoc with his already precarious balance.
Squirming along the branch, Lawliet tried standing up. The shaking branch made that difficult, and the act of standing up bent the branch down a little bit. It wasn't much, but he could feel the rushing air from the wolf jumps brushing against his bare feet now. Each rush of the wolves came a little closer, and on the last one, he almost swore he felt teeth.
He started reaching for a branch above him, hoping that it would give him a little more time, a little more height-
Just as the branch he was standing on decided to give out. A loud crack broke the air in the forest as a warning, just before the branch gave way. Lawliet froze in shock as he heard the crack, and went down with the branch, falling straight to the cold, muddy ground that waited below. He heard the excited yelping of the wolves just before he hit the ground, his head slapping against the ground, and, unfortunately, a rock.
He groaned at the solid thwack of his head hitting the rock, and tried to push himself up. All he managed to do, however, was roll himself onto his back. The wolves were circling in around him, slowly edging forward. Their teeth were bared, and he could swear that some of them were chuckling in their wolfish way.
At least, Lawliet thought to himself, he wouldn't see his death happen. He could already feel himself falling unconscious, and he could see blackness flowing over his vision. He'd be unconscious in a few seconds, at most.
Panting a bit as he felt oblivion beckoning, he watched the wolves come closer and closer. They were right beside him now, and one of them was leaning over his head. He was sure it was going to go right for his throat.
Just as it was about to reach down for what had to be the killing blow, a resounding roar spread through the forest. Each of the wolves leaped at least two feet in the air, and scattered, just as Lawliet slipped into a very confused, very dark sleep.
~~~
Lawliet moaned softly as he started waking up again. His hand almost immediately went to his head, where he could feel a pulsing sort of pain. He assumed it was where he'd landed on that rock, but he wasn't completely sure. After all, he'd landed in a pack of wolves, and then started hallucinating. In fact, by all rights, he should be dead. Not that he wasn't happy to be alive, but he would like to know what the heck had happened.
Opening his eyes as he rubbed along the bandage covering the bump on his head, the mouse looked around the room he was in. He'd figured that he was laying on a bed, considering how soft it was under his back, but he hadn't expected it would be so big. It stretched out a good three feet down from the tips of his toes, and more than five feet to either his left or his right. Heavy blankets and silk sheets covered his body, and the bed covers were almost too heavy for him to move on his own.
The entire room, now that he was looking around, seemed to belong in a castle, or a palace. Did the keepers of the castle he'd been heading for find him or something? If they did, they'd certainly been kind to fix up his head and give him this room.
Unless he was hallucinating, of course, or dead and visiting it this way.
But he didn't think he was. The fire at the wall opposite the bed was too warm, too comforting for it to be a hallucination. The red curtains by the window were too lush, too real for him to be seeing it from beyond the grave, or so he liked to think. Even the candles and the tea pot on the nightstand beside his table were touches that he'd only really see if he was awake, lucid, and alive.
Lawliet slowly pushed the covers off of himself, and paused as they passed his waistline.
Whoever had put him to bed hadn't just given him a good room. They'd also taken away his clothes. He was completely nude underneath the blankets.
"I really, really hope I didn't embarrass myself in front of whoever did this," Lawliet muttered to himself as he slipped from the bed. The mouse walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, and pulled at one of the drawers. Each drawer seemed stuck tight, and he had to tug very hard to get it to move even half an inch outwards.
Still, at least it moved, which was more than he could say for some of the furniture he'd found in hotels he'd stayed in during his life. Leaning back and digging his heels into the carpet, Lawliet tugged on the drawer hard as he could, grunting all the while.
"You know, you could just ask it to open."
Lawliet jerked at the strange voice, and lost his balance. His hands releasing the drawer, he went tumbling head over heels until he landed against the bed, upside down. His tail slid over his butt and groin, and the tip smacked him in the face. Shaking his head a few times, he rolled himself back to a normal, vertical orientation, and looked around.
There was no one in the room but him, which confused him more than a little bit. He looked around, over his shoulders, and under the bed, but he couldn't find anyone. He even reduced himself to looking underneath the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" It was the same voice, and this time it was right above him. He jerked back from beneath the nightstand and looked around. Still no one there.
"Down here!" Lawliet looked down, but couldn't see anything but a candlestick and a teapot on the ground by his feet. But...hadn't they been on the nightstand? He looked back at the nightstand, and they were gone. How...?
He looked down again, and this time, found that the teapot and the candlestick were looking back at him. The mouse's eyes went wide, and he fell on his butt in astonishment. Staring at the two objects as they moved closer to him, he mouthed several words, but he couldn't get his mouth to work correctly. He just couldn't.
The mouse stared at the candlestick as it hopped up on his leg. It gestured at the dresser he'd been tugging on, and said, "If you'd just ask, I'm sure he'd be willing to open up for you. He's there to hold your clothes, after all."
Lawliet thought for sure that he was hallucinating now. He had to be. Maybe he was just knocked out in the forest and dreaming of what he wanted. He didn't know, and he wasn't sure that he really cared, by this point. If he was hallucinating, or just dreaming, then this was better than what he'd otherwise be. Given the alternatives, he really didn't want to wake up...if he really was dreaming or hallucinating, that was.
Gulping a bit, he stood up and walked over to the drawer. Rather than be completely carefree as he was last time, he curled his tail down between his legs, and coiled it around his groin. If these things were living, like they seemed to be, he really shouldn't be exposing himself like this. It wasn't quite right.
Stopping in front of the set of drawers, he tentatively said, "Could you please open? I need to get some clothes."
To his surprise, not only did the drawers open, but they extended out far enough to almost reach him, each drawer open like a set of steps, letting him see a little bit of each one. "Wow," Lawliet muttered as he walked a little closer. He hoped that maybe there would be a few things in his size in that thing. It was large enough for it.
Oh, there were things in his size, he found out. However, not a one of them were in his style. Here and there were pieces of underwear that he recognized, regular kind that he might wear on a daily basis. But the rest of it was clothing out of the sixteenth century. Dublets and tunics and all sorts of things that he wouldn't be caught dead wearing on a normal day seemed to be all that was available for him to use right here.
He hesitated over the clothes, looking for anything that looked even a little more modern. Lifting a few pieces of clothes out of the top drawer, Lawliet found that there wasn't anything more current than the sixteenth century.
"Going to pick something, or shall I just shut up again?"
Jumping back from the dresser at the sound of yet another new voice, the mouse looked down at the piece of furniture. Two of the drawers, the ones nearest to the ground, had pushed together to form a mouth. Apparently, that was how this one talked to people. Lawliet rubbed his head at that thought. Great, now he was accepting that furniture and objects could talk.
Well, it was his dream or hallucination, or whatever. Why not? "I...I guess I'll take some of the underwear," he said, pulling out a pair of boxers from the top drawer. Even if they were familiar, they were still lacy, for some reason. They didn't look like today's underwear for males, that's for sure. Sliding it on with a sigh and a shake of his head, he pushed on the drawers. They closed on their own, but he wanted to feel like he was doing something, at least.
He still felt quite exposed, just wearing underwear, and rather thin and lacy underwear at that, but at least he wasn't completely bare. Still, he would have liked his clothes back. Turning to the teapot and the candlestick that were still standing by his bed, Lawliet asked, "Do you know where the rest of my clothes are?"
"The master has them," the candlestick said with a grin. "He's up in his quarters in the west wing, looking at the-"
"Hush, Lumiere," the teapot hissed. It turned from the candlestick to him. "I'm sorry for the abruptness of my friend here. Why don't we go down to the kitchen and get you something warm to eat and drink? You look just chilled to the bone."
Lawliet shook his head. "Thanks, but I'd really rather get my clothes. You said the west wing?" he asked, walking towards the bedroom door.
The teapot and candlestick, who he guessed was called Lumiere, beat him to the door. They spread themselves out around the doorway, like two people blocking his way. The sheer strangeness of it, the absurdity of a teapot and candlestick trying to block him from the door, was almost enough to make him laugh. Almost.
Instead, he leaned down, squatting. "Um, is there a reason I can't leave the room?"
"The Master said that you should stay in bed. He should be coming down to see you within the hour," the teapot said. "Won't you please get back in bed? I'll bring you some warm tea-"
"Thanks all the same, but I'd really prefer just to get my clothes." The mouse gently pushed the two aside, and opened the door. He looked up and down the hallways, and didn't see anyone. He was definitely in the castle he'd been seeing from the forest, though, judging by all the decorations and suits of armor, and other things that seemed to be required in a castle's corridors.
The halls were drafty, which presented some problems, considering his mode of dress, but he hoped that it wouldn't take too long to get to this west wing. If he moved fast enough, he'd probably warm up anyway. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.
Steeled for the chilled halls, he stepped out of the bedroom and into the unknown castle. The teapot and the candlestick called out after him, but he ignored them. This was his dream, or hallucination. He didn't have to listen to them if he didn't want to.
The halls were completely empty, but the longer he walked through them, the more Lawliet felt like he was being followed, or watched. He stopped at a few of the corners in the hallways and looked back the way he came, but there was never anything there. Well, nothing he could see, at any rate. Considering that he had already talked to furniture, and to pieces of tableware, though, he might just be looking for the wrong things. Heck, even the armor might be able to walk and talk. He just didn't know.
He followed the hallways through the castle, guessing where he was going by the way things changed according to different themes. The part he'd been in, the east wing, seemed to embody opulence. The further he walked, west, he imagined, the more the theme seemed to change to utter poverty. He would have liked it to all be so rich and wonderful, but he imagined that the person who built the castle had his reasons. Besides, if it wasn't as different as it was, it would have been far, far harder to find his way around...and he was getting cold.
Rubbing his arms, Lawliet made his way up a circle of stairs, figuring that the Master of the castle likely would have a room rather high, and out of the way. If he did, that might be the best place to look for him, high up and out of the way of the rest of the castle.
Rather than finding anyone at the top of the stairs, he came across a single table in the middle of an otherwise trashed room. It was filled with torn apart furniture, but this one table was in perfect shape. In the middle of the table, covered by a glass shield, was a glowing rose, floating in midair for some reason. Still, it was rather an enchanting sight, and Lawliet felt himself pulled a little closer to the table.
To his surprise, he ignored everything else in the room, even passing by his own clothes, to walk to the table with the rose. He found himself pulling off the glass covering, and looking at the glowing pink plant, just taking in the sight of the beautiful thing. It really was something supernatural, but he couldn't stop staring at it, no matter how much of a bad idea it might have been.
He even started reaching out to touch it. Realizing what he was doing too late, Lawliet tried to jerk his hand back, but all he managed to do was brush his fingers against stem of the rose.
The rose flashed. It nearly blinded him with the intensity of the light, but more than that, he felt something...tingly...settle into his arm. The tingling sensation spread, rushing up his arm and down his body at a phenomenal rate. The tingling sensation started running down his arms, his legs, everywhere, and as it hit his head, he felt himself getting dizzy.
As the familiar sensations of unconscious began to assert themselves again, he groaned. It wasn't fair, getting knocked out twice in one night. It really, really wasn't.
As he keeled over, he heard a voice just before his head hit the floor. The voice was deep, gravely, and almost kind hearted. Yet, there was still a tone of anger and annoyance to it, and he figured that was probably his fault, whatever he had done in here.
All the voice said was, "Not again!"
~~~
This time, when he woke up, Lawliet was hoping that he'd see a hospital room around him. After all, the first time he'd been knocked out, he'd been in the forest. He'd been about to be eaten by wolves, actually. He should have, by all rights, been in a hospital.
Instead, he found out that something very, very wrong had happened.
Opening his eyes, he found himself under a thick covering of fur. His entire body was smothered in it, and it was slightly scratchy, even if it was soft. It covered every bit of his body, making it impossible for him to see anything else. No light leaked in, but he could tell that the fur was a bit of a tawny tan, if nothing else...at least, as best as he could tell.
The fur shifted this way and that with his movements, but it was very heavy. Whatever animal had been skinned to make this pelt, it must have had some very thick fur. He hadn't felt this pressured underneath something like this in his entire life, and it was strange to be so pinned down. The pressure was strong enough that he was having a hard time breathing, as well.
Lawliet reached up and pressed on the fur, hoping that maybe he could get it out of the way, and then get on his way again. As hard as he pushed, however, he couldn't move the layer of fur at all. Whatever it was up there, it was heavy. There must be layer upon layer of fur blankets on top of him right now. He pushed with all his might, but the mouse wasn't able to move it in the least.
"Hmm?" a deep, growling voice said from above. Then, and only then, did the furry covering shift. It moved at a rate that surprised the mouse, ripping from him like a very light sheet being pulled from him in less than a second.
The reason for that became quite clear a moment later. Those furs hadn't been coverings. They had been a giant foot.
Lawliet stared up at the owner of said foot, towering what had to be hundreds of feet above him. The creature was not human, that much was clear. He had fangs poking out around his lips, and a muzzle of a beast. His entire body was that of a beast, covered in hair and fur, with long, bulging, rippling muscles along his bare torso. The fur was darker around his chest, and thicker, as well. His hands, and his feet, the mouse noticed, had pads, rather than smooth skin. They also had very, very sharp looking claws at the fingers and toes.
"So, you're awake." The Beast stood up, one foot on either side of the mouse's body. "And you touched my rose."
"What-" Lawliet was about to ask, before remembering the glowing rose in the study. "Oh....that rose."
"Yes, that rose. An enchanted rose, that keeps me in this shape. An enchanted rose that does things to anyone else that dares to touch it. It never really remains constant in what it does to those that touch it, so count yourself lucky that you only shrunk."
"But...how is this lucky?!" Lawliet shouted as he pulled himself up to a more seated position. He realized, belatedly, that his crotch was exposed again, since he'd apparently shrunk out of his underwear, and slipping his tail around his crotch again. "I don't want to be tiny, so how the heck did I get lucky?"
"You could have died."
The mouse paused. That was true. If it was an enchanted rose, he could have died. Since the middle ages, there wasn't anyone left that really understood magic, if it was ever real. Considering what had just happened to him, he would have to say magic was quite real. If it had shrunken him to this size, then it could have done quite a few other things as well, things that would have been quite a bit harder to deal with.
As he opened his mouth to apologize to the Beast, however, he was cut off. "You shouldn't have done that. My servants told you not to go to the west wing, and wait for me. You should have listened to them," Beast said.
The great creature sat down again. This time, he reached down and picked Lawliet up, holding him what felt like several dozen, perhaps a hundred feet off of the ground. The mouse was paralyzed in the great Beast's grip, and stared as he was brought within a few inches of the Beast's face. From here, he had a very good view of the Beast's fangs, his mouth, and all the deadly things that could do a lot of damage.
"I need to teach you a lesson for what you did," Beast said. He squeezed a little bit, causing Lawliet to groan from the air that was suddenly squeezed from his lungs. With this much size difference, there was nothing he could do to stop the Beast from doing whatever he wanted. He doubted the Beast had squeezed him as much as he might have done with a pen, but it had felt like his ribs had been on the verge of cracking. If he could do that much...
Well, he was in trouble.
"For now, I'll keep you with me until I decide just how I want to punish you. I might decide to do something that will kill you, I might not. It depends on what happens in the time until I choose," Beast said. He sighed lightly, and pulled one foot up and off of the ground.
Pulling a few pieces of string from a set of drawers to his side, the Beast looked back at him. "I can't really carry you. I don't have any pockets. For now, I'll tie you to my foot, and then walk around with you down there. You're small enough that you'll fit onto it without getting hurt too much," the Beast said.
Lawliet stared up at his captor, and shook his head frantically at the thought of that, even as his sheath started filling and rising. The Beast paid no attention to either of those pleas. Forced face first against the fuzzy, hairy foot of the great creature, the mouse was soon tied to it, a string holding him against it by the chest, waist, and ankles. His head pressed almost directly against the bottom of the toes, while his feet pressed a little bit above the heel. His hips and groin pressed up right about at the high point of the arch.
The fur was cleaner than he expected, much, much cleaner. It surrounded him, covered him with its thick substance, and made him more than a little itchy. But as the Beast stood up, he realized that would be the least of his worries.
Pressure. That was the only thing he could focus on, the only thing that he could feel. Sheer pressure from the Beast's body as he stepped down on him. The fur around him cushioned his body a little bit, but it was still a great deal of weight focused down on his much smaller body. He groaned a bit, squirming against the ropes that held him against the foot, to no avail. He was completely stuck.
Then the pressure lifted. Straining to look down, to look behind him, the naked mouse realized that the Beast was starting to walk. The momentary lifting of pressure just meant he was about to be stepped on again.
He pulled himself tighter to the foot that he was bound to, pulling on the fur with all his strength, pulling himself flush against the foot. He felt, peripherally, his member push out of his sheath and rub against the Beast's foot, but that was something he couldn't focus on right now. He had to pull himself up a little more, so this wouldn't hurt quite as much.
The foot came down a moment later. It wasn't quite as bad as he expected, as he'd pulled himself up against the arch of the Beast's foot, and squirmed into the little indentations between the muscles, but it still pushed down at him, hard. The entire surface of the creature's foot held him down against the stony floor of the castle, sandwiching him between the warm fur of the Beast's foot and the cold stone of the castle.
As if that weren't enough, the Beast paused, shifting from foot to foot, almost grinding him down against the stone. If the Beast had been human instead of this animal form, he would have been crushed by the sheer pressure, but the fur around the Beast's foot kept him from being crushed. He had that much to be thankful for.
Of course, if the Beast had been human, he wouldn't have had that rose, and this whole thing wouldn't have happened.
Lawliet rode along with the Beast's steps as he walked along, constantly shifting himself along when the foot he was on lifted up. He experimented in finding places where the pressure didn't hit him so much, and sometimes he succeeded. Other times, he found places where there was so much pressure that he was sure something was going to crack.
But it never did. Whether it was the fur of the Beast's foot, the padding underneath them, or something else, the walking just pressed down on him enough to cause discomfort, and keep him pinned against the fuzzy foot. If the pressure had been a slight bit less, Lawliet was pretty sure that he would have enjoyed it.
And there was a part of him that was enjoying this a lot. His sheath had long since released his cock, and it was pushing up against the fur of the Beast's foot. It was soft, and maybe just a little bit itchy, but it was so much better than his own hand had felt on it. Panting softly the next time he was pulled up from the ground, he felt his cock shoot a bit of pre onto the hair of the Beast's foot.
He moaned softly to himself, knowing how this was going to be. The mouse had such a foot fetish, and even though this was as far from consensual as he could think of it being, his cock still loved it. It was pressed up against a giant foot, after all.
Just thinking that caused him to hump upwards against the foot a little bit, grunting and panting softly. He knew that it would probably agitate the beast, but he couldn't help but do it now.
The Beast's footsteps continued, pushing down on him, lifting him up, and pushing down on him again. Each step was no different than the last, adding pressure and then relieving it. Even when he groaned out loud, there was no difference. There couldn't be any chance that the Beast couldn't hear him, but still, he was completely ignored and kept underfoot.
But then, when he thought things were already difficult, the stairs came.
The flat, if a little dusty floors of the room had been bad enough, but at least they were level, even, where the Beast couldn't push down harder than he already had. The stairs, on the other hand, forced him to step down harder than he had been, and focused more weight than before onto the foot that stayed on the stairs. Lawliet remembered every single stair from the long climb up the tower. Now, he would have to feel each one press against him on the way down.
Flinching at the thought, he felt the first step press into his back, shoving his body up against the Beast's foot. He panted and groaned at the uncomfortable pressure, shoving his entire body flush against the foot above him. His leaking member pressed against the furry pads of the foot's underside, and he felt himself release, orgasm, cum from that contact.
His entire body shook from the pleasure that ripped through it. His head, his crotch, everywhere burned with the sudden pleasure of an unexpected climax. He didn't know how much he shot as he came, but he knew that he had drenched his crotch.
The fur rubbed against him with each movement the Beast made, and pulled him up and down with the foot. He panted and grunted each time he was stepped on, his bones flexing around inside from being jarred so hard. The mouse's body trembled, and at times, Lawliet wondered if he was going to be in one piece by the time the Beast was ready to decide what to do with him.
Each stair brought a fresh concept of what a car in a crusher must feel like. Those massive, furred feet pressed down at him with such strength and intensity and sheer pressure that the mouse felt like he would do anything if he could get out from under them...or stay under them, as his libido so insisted. It was so confusing, being stuck under here and both enjoying and hating it at the same time. He really didn't know what to think, by this point.
Crush, lift, fall, crush, lift, fall. That cycle became his world as the Beast made his way down the stairs. He would be crushed by a step, and held down against the stones of the stairway, pressed into them until he felt like he would become part of the stairway. Then he'd be picked up by the Beast's next footstep, carried up and away from the cold but swiftly warming stone. Finally, he'd feel the odd sensation in his stomach that one got when they were falling fast, and have the slight thrill that feeling would give just before the cycle started all over again. It happened again, and again, and again, and Lawliet soon couldn't remember just what it felt like not being underneath this warm, furry piece of flesh that was the Beast's foot.
Lawliet loved this, and he hated it. He hated the discomfort of the pressure that pushed down on him so hard. He hated the feeling of his bones aching, pushed so close to the point of snapping but never quite reaching it, always coming just short of where the bones would fracture. He hated the feeling of so slight relief when he was pulled from the ground, only to have the pressure return a scant second later.
But he loved it, too. He loved the same things that he hated, and it made him dizzy trying to think of why that was. He groaned as he was pressed down against yet another step, and ground himself against the Beast's foot. He pressed himself up against it, no longer seeking safety, but just seeking the feeling of being pressed so firmly against it.
They were off the steps. He didn't realize it at first, but it became clear after the pressure slowly became less. He also recognized the red carpet that he was being pressed against, now that they were off of the staircase. It was one of the halls that he had taken to get to the west wing. Where was the Beast going now, he wondered.
Wherever he was going, Lawliet was glad that he was walking on the carpet now. It added a little more cushioning to each step, cushioning that was badly needed. He struggled against the bonds a bit, and pulled his face loose from the pad above him. "Where-where are you-going?!" he called out between steps, trying to get some response out of his captor.
He didn't get so much as a glimpse down at him, or even a slowing of the Beast's pace. Everything stayed the same, as though he were invisible.
The carpet under his back was getting softer, more plus, more luscious as the Beast continued walking. The pressure falling on him was lightening, little bit by little bit. It made the mouse groan softly in relief, but just like before, the Beast showed no sign of hearing him, or even remembering that he was still there.
Suddenly, the Beast stopped. Lawliet had already started releasing his iron grip on the foot above him so that he'd be able to relax on the trip upwards, but as the foot was staying still, the release only pushed him down against the carpet a little harder. It was still not as bad as the stone of the stairs, or of the rest of the castle, but it was more uncomfortable than it would have otherwise been.
On the edge of his hearing, the mouse could hear the voice of the teapot and the candlestick from before. It sounded like they were asking what the Master had done with the mouse, in other words, him. Lawliet tried to call out to them for help, but either he just couldn't be heard past the foot, or they ignored him.
Either way, it meant that he was stuck where he was, without the slightest chance of getting out of this.
After a few moments, the teapot and the candlestick stopped talking, and he heard the sounds of them hopping away. It was still weird, thinking of them like that. It was really, really strange. He had to be going insane. Nothing else made sense...well, unless he admitted the existence of real magic, and if he remembered that he was feeling real discomfort and pain under this foot, as well as orgasmic pleasure. In fact, now that he thought about it, this whole thing wasn't insane at all.
"Just goes to show how you can rationalize anything when you put your mind to it," Lawliet muttered to himself as he pulled himself up close to the Beast's foot again. The fur enveloped his naked body, the soft, smooth strands actually caressing his body in this state. It kept his cock hard, embarrassingly so.
It just got worse as the Beast started walking again. Arch, heel, ball of the foot, all three pushed down on him with each and every step. There were times when he felt that he was going to come out of this without a muzzle, with the entire thing pushed back down into his face until it was completely gone. Other times, he felt like his legs would be smashed thinner than pancakes, leaving him unable to walk.
Whether it was due to some magic or good luck, neither happened. It had ample potential to happen, over the many minutes of walking, and the hard stone of the stairs and the firm, if slightly giving, nature of the carpet. The mouse was beginning to wonder if he'd spend the rest of his life on the bottom of the Beast's feet when the Beast stopped again.
This time, he didn't just press down with his weight. A great deal of the weight and pressure disappeared after a moment, and Lawliet guessed that the Beast was sitting down.
That guess was confirmed when the foot he was tied to was lifted up. He found himself looking through the Beast's toes at the ground. He felt the strings that held him to the foot slowly being untied, and he groaned as he felt the pressure of the bonds leave. Slowly, he pushed himself up from the surface of the foot, standing on it as he turned around and looked the Beast in the eyes.
He looked back at him, and the bright, glinting eyes of the monstrous creatures just pinned him. Any thought of running was banished from his mind. It just wasn't an option in the face of that intent focus, waiting for any move, any attempt for escape.
Rubbing his arm lightly under the glare of the Beast, Lawliet looked down at his feet. He shivered a little before gathering what will he had left. "So...did you decide...um...what you'll do to me?" the mouse asked.
"I think I have." The Beast nodded at him, and reached down with one massive hand...paw....thing. Lawliet was picked up by the waist, and put down on the bed the Beast had chosen for his seat. The Beast rubbed at his trouser-covered crotch, and chuckled softly. "I think that I'll use you for my fun...and if I have enough fun, I might let you go."
Lawliet stared at the Beast, realizing just what he meant. He had thought that the foot trampling had been bad enough, but now, as he was told that he would be the sex toy for the Beast, he wondered if it would be better to just take the trampling for another few days, and hope the Beast got bored. Then again...The mouse looked up and down the Beast's body, something that took longer than normal because of his smaller size. The Beast was rather sexy, and it was...well, he had to admit he was horny from being this small and helpless in front of someone like this. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
And he was given the chance to get away, if he did well enough. If that was the case, he would have to do his utter best, better than he had ever done. No matter how fun this might be, he still wanted to leave the castle and get back home.
Gulping lightly, he nodded at the Beast. "What do you want me to do?" Lawliet asked.
"Whatever I say, mouse," Beast said. He leaned back a bit in the bed, and Lawliet watched as he unbuttoned the trousers he wore. The violet pants slowly slid their way down the Beast's legs, and the mouse's eyes went wide at the sight of what they had hidden.
Even had he been at normal size, Lawliet would have been amazed. Such a full sheath, bobbing up and down from the excitement the Beast must have been feeling. It smelled heavy with arousal and musk, and Lawliet thought he could see little drops of pre on the tip of the member. He grinned, despite himself, and let himself look a little lower.
The balls below the sheath boggled the mind. Even if the sheath itself hadn't been pushing against the trousers the Beast had been wearing, he should have seen those. They were just amazing. They hung down low, rubbing against the creature's thighs. They seemed to almost...pulse...with how much seed they had in them. It was just amazing, and the mouse couldn't help but stared at them.
Laughter interrupted his rapturous stare, and he looked up at the smiling face of the Beast. "I see you aren't a straight male. Perhaps this will be something you'll enjoy without as many problems as I thought," he said. He reached down and grabbed Lawliet by the waist. "I need to get hard, so let's try something new. I want you to reach into my sheath, and stroke my cock until it's at full size."
That was something new to the mouse, but he nodded. As soon as the Beast let go of his waist, he walked across the bed. He had to climb up the thigh of the Beast, using the fur as handholds to get up. It didn't seem to bother the Beast, considering how thick the fur was. Surprisingly, the fur was softer there than he'd thought, and annoyingly, it rubbed against his sheath and cock. Each little touch of the softer fur was like a hand rubbing against his genitals, and it made him moan more than a few times. By the time he had reached the Beast's sheath, he was sporting a blush brighter than he could remember.
His cock bulging out from his crotch, Lawliet reached down stroked his fingers along the Beast's sheath. He worked his way from the furry base to the almost hairless tip, his fingers taking in every detail of the full and throbbing piece of flesh. Groaning softly as he took in just what he was doing, the mouse slowly reached his way up to the top of his captor's sheath.
The hot flesh at the tip opened up under his questing fingers. The tip of the Beast's cock immediately pushed its way out, rubbing against his hands. Pre leaked out over them, and his hand immediately became quite slick and slippery. The sheer musk and smell of the Beast's arousal made the mouse's head spin, and he wrapped his arms around the Beast's sheath to keep from falling off. "So...strong," Lawliet whispered, slowly pulling himself up again.
When he was upright again, he realized he wasn't standing on the Beast's thighs anymore. Now, he was resting his weight on the Beast's balls. They pulsed under his bare feet, and he wiggled his toes against them with a small moan. He felt the cum inside rolling around underneath his toes, and he moaned softly at the thought of maybe getting cum on them later.
Shifting his weight to try and get that off his mind, he wrapped his hands around the top of the Beast's member. The more he touched it, the more it leaked pre, and the more it leaked pre, the harder time he had to hang on. But even when his hands were sliding down the length of it without the slightest effort on his part, he was loving it more than he could ever admit. He was giving pleasure to this massive Beast, causing him to pre and leak over his hands.
As the Beast's member got harder and harder, it pushed its way further and further out of its sheath. Without really realizing it, Lawliet found himself being pulled up with it. He hung onto the top of the cock, and rode it as it hardened, stiffened. He soon found himself with his feet pressed at the tip of the Beast's sheath, almost dipping inside a little bit, and his face right up against the underside of the shaft.
The pre was flowing down from the tip, and he had to drink from it in order to keep from drowning. Gulping down salty seed, Lawliet gasped for air. He never stopped stroking the Beast's cock, though, almost bouncing up and down, hugging it so that his chest pressed against it. His own hard-on pressed against the underside, the slick surface of the heated flesh making him moan from the contact. Preing as well, the mouse soon couldn't stop himself from humping against the warm, slick flesh of his captor's cock. He leaped up and down, hugging the Beast's member to his chest, and gulping down each bit of pre that ran over his face.
Over his own moans and groans of pleasure, he could hear the deeper grunts and pants of the Beast. He looked up on one of his jumps, and saw that the Beast's face was screwed up in pleasure and eagerness for a climax. Grinning, Lawliet moved faster, and faster, squeezing his giant master's cock, squeezing the pre from the balls and forcing it down on his face. He groaned softly as he slurped up more, and humped against the Beast's cock more and more, feeling his own orgasm rushing up on him.
With a roar on the part of the Beast, and a moan on his part, Lawliet felt the two of them orgasm. His own was rather puny, a few little shots against the shaft of the great creature that held his life in the palm of his paw. The Beast's orgasm was something quite different, though.
The roar of the Beast echoed around the room as his cock seemed to almost explode with cum. Shots and streams longer than the mouse was tall splattered against the Beast's belly, and sprayed forward to land against Lawliet's back. He panted as he was covered in the thick, slick, salty goo, and moaned as he felt the Beast's hand come down and wrap around him.
He was pressed against the cock tightly, held against it by the Beast's massive hand. The Beast was jerking himself off to a further orgasm, pushing himself higher, and Lawliet was stuck going along for the ride. He panted as he was tugged up and down the Beast's slimy cock, the cum staining his fur and coating it with the musky substance, marking him with the pleasure that the Beast took in this act.
Beast held him tightly as he tugged on his cock. Lawliet was forced to ride up and down, his feet getting tugged in and out of the Beast's sheath opening. It sometimes seemed like the strong strokes would force him fully into the sheath, but it never happened. Still, his feet were soaked in the sheath juices of the Beast, and his entire body felt like it was slick enough to fit into anything. Just that thought made the mouse moan softly, thinking of the other uses that the Beast could be putting him to. He just thanked heavens that it wasn't happening to him right at that point.
Before long, Beast came for a second time, though with much less force than the first time. Still, it didn't mean that Lawliet was any less drenched than before. By the time that the Beast had pulled his hand away, the mouse was drenched from head to foot in the pre and cum from the Beast's orgasm.
He panted softly, and slipped back onto the bed. His body shook as he looked up at his captor. The Beast's cock drooped down towards him, and a few drops oozed out of the tip, landing on his legs. It didn't matter to him at this point, considering how coated he already was.
Looking past the Beast's dick, Lawliet looked at his captor's face. He hoped to see some hint of mercy, some sign that he had earned a chance to be let free. Even if he didn't get his normal height back, he'd be back at the normal world. He'd be able to find some semblance of his sanity again, which seemed to have run away long before he'd woken up.
Instead, he saw the Beast grinning at him, showing each and every one of those deadly fangs. He was even licking his lips, like another might do when they saw something particularly delicious.
Gulping back in sudden nervousness, Lawliet forced himself to his feet. Cum dripped down him onto the sheets, and he hoped that it wouldn't be counting against him as he said, "So...did I do well enough? Will you let me go?"
His answer was a shake of the Beast's head.
Eyes going wide, Lawliet jumped from where he stood to the sheet that hung over the bed. He slid along the smooth cloth, and landed on the floor. The door wasn't that far. He could outrun the Beast if he moved fast enough. He was a mouse, too tiny to grab. He could-
Splat! That was the sound that he made when the Beast's foot came down on him, hard. It squashed him into the carpet, and somehow wiped most of the cum off of his body at the same time. He was pretty sure that the majority of it was now staining the bottom of the Beast's foot, but it was a secondary thought. His main thought was fear of what was about to happen.
The toes gripped him around the head, and slowly lifted him off of the carpet. He groaned softly, and looked down as he was pulled up. Before long, he was turned to look at the Beast again, and he shivered at the fangs in the smile he saw.
"You shouldn't have run," the Beast said. He grabbed him, and held him in front of his mouth. "I was just going to use you for a little bit longer. But since you tried to run away, I'm afraid that I can't really trust you to leave." Licking his chops, his long, wide tongue moistening his lips, the Beast said, "I think you'll make quite a meal. And you're even already seasoned."
Lawliet's eyes nearly fell out of his head. He was going to be...eaten?! He was going to be swallowed, digested, eaten by this guy?! No, no no no no, that couldn't happen, this couldn't be happening, he thought as he squirmed this way and that in the Beast's grip. It was completely futile, but he couldn't make himself stop.
The Beast only grinned at his protests, and slowly lifted him closer. Lawliet watched as the massive jaws opened, and he was given a front-row seat of the massive canines, incisors, and molars of this predatory creature. He could see the opening of the throat way back there, the hole of darkness that was going to be the last thing that he ever saw.
Squirming against the fingers that held him so tightly, the mouse only managed to get one finger to let go before his head was stuffed into the Beast's mouth. The lips closed tightly over his shoulders, but surprisingly, the teeth didn't come down.
The tongue lashed over his face, and over his shoulders. It almost tickled, and he would have laughed in another situation from the feeling. But right now, all he could think of was the throat and stomach that was waiting on the other side of this one way bath. No matter how he squirmed, though, all he managed to do was push himself further and further into the Beast's mouth.
He felt the tongue rubbing against his belly, against his chest. It was so strong, pressing him against the roof of the Beast's mouth. His legs kicking only pushed him further in, so he stilled them, but he still tried to get a grip on something in this mouth. A tooth, a flap of loose skin, the tonsils, something, but everything was too slick. No matter what he grabbed, he was pushed along a second later as if he had grabbed nothing at all.
As he felt his waist pass past the Beast's lips, he knew what was going to happen. Already, his traitorous cock was rising and begging him for attention. While he had no intention of reaching down and stroking himself, the Beast's tongue took matters into its own hands. Metaphorically speaking.
Lawliet gasped as he felt that tongue press against his crotch. It was so strong, so large compared to him, that it just took his breath away. The broad tongue pressed his cock against his belly, lifted his balls, and soaked them in saliva. He moaned, panting heavily in the warm, humid air of the Beast's mouth. He humped forward, his cock leaking pre onto the tongue that supported him. He heard the Beast laugh, but he didn't care. He barely cared about the need to escape this toothy prison. All that mattered was his cock, and how good this felt to him.
The tongue caressed him as he was pushed further and further back into the mouth, his hands soon feeling the back of the mouth, the start of the throat. He was panting the entire way, trying to stay in the mouth. It wasn't because he didn't want to go down there, now, but because he didn't want the pleasure to end. He struggled, squirmed, even tried to turn around so that he could grip some of the front teeth and hump against the front of the tongue, but nothing worked. He was inexorably pushed towards the back, where the dark oblivion awaited him.
Slowly, with one final push against his feet still sticking out between the Beast's lips, Lawliet left the mouth and entered the throat. He thought that the pleasure was over, and for a moment, his head started focusing on trying to find a way out again.
Then he felt the Beast swallow, and he realized that the pleasure was only beginning.
The tongue had been amazing, rubbing over his body, the wet muscle stroking at his cock and balls, rubbing them and lifting them, but it was nothing compared to the way the throat made him feel. It pressed at him from all directions, stroking, rubbing, massaging, squeezing, pushing; every kind of motion that he could describe that felt good was being applied to him.
At times, it felt like the throat clenched down on him, holding him in place. Each bit of the hot, soft tissue inside pressed against his body, stroking his face, his chest, his cock. It slicked him up, pulled the cum from his body, and made him suck in breath after breath in desperate need.
Panting in the thin, humid air of the Beast's throat, Lawliet tried, one last time, to think of what was happening, trying to turn himself around to get out of this. He almost succeeded, turning his head towards the Beast's mouth. He could see the light outside, beckoning to him.
But the pleasure that the throat gave him with each swallow was too much, and his mind went blank again, ruled by the pleasure of his cock. Pushed down feet first, the mouse just allowed himself to be pulled along, letting the throat muscles tug him to his final resting place, where he would spend the rest of his life.
He was getting less and less air as he sucked for breath. His body squeezed in a pleasurable, full body hug by the Beast's throat, it was getting harder and harder to move. His cock throbbed against the wall of the throat, and he felt himself thrusting his hips, humping against it. It was a pathetic, tiny movement, but each little move was so loaded with pleasure that he could only do such small things without completely overwhelming himself.
It was inevitable that he would cum again. His balls were churning, his cock was leaking, and his entire body was tightening up in preparation for it. Lawliet groaned softly, feeling one of his last breaths leaving his lungs as his cock exploded with pleasure.
This last orgasm was the most pathetic of them all. Save for the little drop that came out at the tail end of his orgasm, it was completely dry. It also drained the last of his energy, leaving him limp and motionless as he was tugged down towards the Beast's stomach.
Slowly, he opened his eyes one more time. Lawliet looked up at the little bit of light that he could see at the top of the Beast's throat, the last semblance of the real world that he would ever, ever see. He stared at it, and wondered what was the big deal. He had just gotten some of the best fun that he'd ever fantasized about, hadn't he? He'd enjoyed himself, and even though he was being eaten, at least...well, he was almost unconscious now. It wouldn't be long until he was completely blacked out.
Smiling to himself, Lawliet leaned his head back as he felt himself get slurped down the Beast's throat. This...wasn't so bad. He thought that he'd actually...choose this...if he'd had the chance.
His eyes closed as he slipped into a deep, air-deprived sleep. His body slipped down through the Beast's throat, and finally landed in the stomach. His body slowly disappeared, but as he was taken, he went out with a smile on his face.