Final Wish
A long lusted after RP becomes reality. But was that a horrible mistake?
Osimaret just laughs at your futile struggles. "You asked me to crush you, little one," his voice rumbles from far above, "So please, save your struggling and enjoy your last moments beneath my toe." Indeed, his large toe easily covers your entire body. It's the only thing you can feel against your feathers; its scent all you can breathe; its sweat all you can taste. He casually rubs that toe across your body for a few seconds longer before it squeezes firmly against the floor and grinds you out of existence. Your body doesn't last for a moment under the almighty press of his toes; the only mercy is that your mind can't register the pain before you're an insignificant stain on the demon's sole.
Skalavis's human sat back from the computer after cumming for the fifth time that afternoon. Osimaret seemed to know exactly what he wanted and how to make it as darkly erotic as possible. (( You are awesome as always :) )) he typed as the RP drew to a close. He stepped away from the computer for a few moments to clean himself up while waiting for his partner's response.
By the time he returned, Osimaret had responded. I'm glad you enjoyed. I do so love feeling a small, feathery thing such as yourself underfoot, Skalavis. Though I do have to wonder if you really would want to be crushed underfoot as you so often profess a desire for...
The human smirked. This was a conversation they'd had a few times; it was the same thing that sparked the RP session they'd just concluded. Absolutely, if I were indeed a tiny, feathery raptor shrinking ever-smaller at the feet of a big, bad demon-narwhal such as yourself. It's only fitting, in a weird way. You'd be big and powerful - even almighty - so what would I possibly do about it?
Several seconds passed. Skalavis suddenly found himself presented with a video chat invite. It's probably not as good as being here in person, but I hope this is an adequate substitution. It was a strange request - Osimaret knew that he wasn't at all interested in humans - but he still found himself curious. Just for one quick look. Upon accepting the invite, though, Skalavis gasped and found himself staring at a large pair of smooth, milky-white feet resting on their heels.
It had to be a trick of lighting - or perhaps some body paint - but the soles looked to be pure white just as Osimaret had in the RP. They were rather human-like and wider than average, probably to hold the bulk of the cetacean as he trod across the earth and any tiny creatures that happened to cross his path. The foot leaned forward to reveal the toes and the unusually-manicured, hook-like nails atop them. They looked more like claws than anything else, Skalavis thought, as the off-white talons slowly came into view, contrasting with the black flesh atop his foot.
Without thinking about it, Skalavis leaned in closer and closer to the computer. He just had to get a a better look. The feet looked eerily similar to that of an anthro-orca, but surely it was merely cleverly applied body paint and fake toenails, right? Closer and closer... it seemed like the feet were getting even larger somehow, yet the human was simply entranced by the dark fantasies running through his mind. Then, as soon as his nose touched the computer screen, he felt a strange sensation of falling forward and blacked out.
When Skalavis regained consciousness, he groaned softly in pain. "What the fuck just happened?" he thought. His eyes slowly opened, revealing nothing but darkness. He tried to move, but found even that to be impossible. Worse, even breathing was proving to be a challenge, as if he had a weight of some sort pressing firmly against his chest. What air he could get was full of a strangely familiar scent, though he couldn't quite place it...
"Good evening, little friend," an unfamiliar voice spoke. It was loud, yet seemed entirely natural, unamplified. "You're wondering where you are and how you're here. Allow me to say that you're in a place where dreams and wishes can come true, though often at a terrible price. And your desire was..." he pauses, as if looking for something, "to be a tiny, feathery raptor at the feet of a big, bad demon-narwhal such as me. And now, allow me to show you just how that can happen."
Suddenly, Skalavis felt like the weight of a mountain was being lifted off him. In reality, it was the same white-soled foot he had been staring at via webcam earlier, though it was now large enough to cover his entire body! The scent in question was of the cetacean's feet, as a few drops of sweat clung to the smooth flesh; it glistened faintly in the dim light of the room. Osimaret places hs foot down to the side, leaving the microraptor exposed and able to finally stand up.
After climbing to his feet, the small reptile soon gasped as he noticed just how his own body had changed. No longer a human, Skalavis found that he was now the very same microraptor that he'd so often fantasized about being. He was quite slender, with wings upon both his arms and legs. There's no doubt he could learn to fly like this, but he knew it would take a long time to get used to it. And as the demon's feet start to move in toward him again, it's quite clear that time was not something he had on his side. Each of Osimaret's feet were large enough to cover Skalavis whole; that much had been clearly established. From his current position, he couldn't even see above the ankles without looking up. Aside from the white soles and claws, everything else was solid black, save for a simple silver anklet on the right leg. The micro looked upward nervously, finding that the demon was sitting down in a computer chair and still loomed mightily above him. The only other parts of the demon's body that was white were his thighs and stomach, and the signature horn of a narwhal. It jutted upward from the front part of his snout, as if trying to pierce the sky itself.
"Enjoying the view, Skalavis?" the demon rumbled again as he looked down at the dinosaur beneath him. "I fully intend on fulfilling your desire to be snuffed out under my feet tonight, though I know that is not all you lust for." He rocked his right foot onto the heel again, then used his left foot to nudge the small one toward his sole. "I want to feel you making love to my foot. Embrace it. Let the scent cling to your hide. Let the taste fill your beak. Let the worship of my foot be its own reward."
Something about the demon's voice - coupled with Skalavis' own desires - compelled the saurian to obey without even thinking twice about it. He let the foot push him forward until he was nearly sandwiched between the two warm, musky walls of flesh. He hugged himself tightly against the warm sole of that cetacean's right foot, nuzzling between the two largest toes and breathing deeply of the scent. Skalavis' tongue flicked forth and licked slowly to gather a taste of the rich sweat that had built up. With a lusty moan, he swallowed it, before leaning in for more.
More was exactly what Skalavis was going to get, though, whether he was prepared for it or not. Within just a few moments, he found himself having to stand on his tip-toes just to reach the toes he'd previously been kissing with ease. Another moment passed and the dinosaur whined as he could no longer worship the toes at all. "You've said how much you love shrinking," Osimaret boomed, "So every moment you shall become even smaller. Once I can fit you beneath my largest toe, this game shall reach its end." The words carried not a hint of malice; he was giving Skalavis exactly what he said he wanted, even if it was a lethal desire.
As the reptile became smaller, those feet became even more potent to his senses. The scent and taste were stronger with each moment; Skalavis nearly swooned after nuzzling firmly at the ball of Osimaret's foot and taking a deep breath of that musk. The demon decided to take a more active role in the reptile's actions and shifted his feet, placing them on their sides and sandwiching the small one between! The dinosaur now stood shorter than those feet were wide, making it quite easy for him to be completely engulfed by the soles as they rubbed back and forth around him.
Despite the obvious power in the demon's body, he was remarkably gentle with his small partner. He shifted his feet back and forth, lightly grinding Skalavis between them. He was pressed between the ball of the right foot and the arch of the left, then those feet ever-so-slowly shifted position against the feathered creature between them. It was like being caught between two walls of flesh that slowly closed around him as his size dwindled, with the scent of feet permeating every breath the shrinking dinosaur took.
The giant had other ideas, however, and didn't want to leave Skalavis waiting too long to experience them. Osimaret clasped his feet together carefully and lifted the microraptor from the ground, gradually moving him through the air. Skalavis could feel the movement, but had no idea where he was going. Instead, the raptor saw nothing but those heavy feet pressed against his body. Even now he tried to worship them, as he licked at the soles and rubbed what he could with his hands, but it was difficult to move even when faced with such a tiny portion of the demon's power.
When Skalavis was finally released, he found himself standing on a warm, brown leather sandal that now looked to be the size of a small apartment! He was standing just behind the marks left by the narwhal's toes, with the strap arching just above his head. "Worship it," Osimaret commanded, though the micro needed little encouragement at that point. Skalavis quickly threw himself onto all fours and pressed his beak into the well-worn print left by the largest toe. The indentation was stained with sweat and rich with musk, and large enough to completely contain the micro's head. The taste was even stronger, as Skalavis found out with his first lick, concentrated by many months of wear. It was as if the flavor was simply melting onto the feathered reptile's tongue with every long, luxurious slurp.
Not content to merely watch his plaything work, Osimaret moved his foot over and attempted to put the sandal on with the microraptor still atop it! Skalavis looked up nervously at the foot bearing down on him, but he still trusted the demon to not hurt him (yet). Before long he was grabbed by the warm toes and dragged under the arch of the cetacean's right foot, pinned between the warm leather and even warmer sole, pressed firmly between the two vast surfaces. The scent and heat escalated quickly, leaving the tiny one awash in a fresh wave of heady musk. Skalavis gave a soft cry of lust as he wiggled beneath the foot, his face pressed against the insole. He was practically immobile, scarcely able to breathe; his arms and legs were completely trapped, and even licking was a challenge.
Several long moments passed, and with them Skalavis noticed he had more and more room to move. He could breathe more easily. He could actually start moving his arms and legs. He also noticed the texture of the sandal and sole changing; they seemed rougher against his feathers as his size continued to dwindle. Grinning to himself, Osimaret went for a short walk. Each step brought the leather slapping up against his sole, which resounded like thunder about his toy's body. Skalavis slid forward toward the ball of the foot with each step, then slid back toward the heel when that same paw lifted into the air once again. Everything was slick with sweat; it coated every surface of the micro's world, including every millimeter of his body, which allowed him to slide readily about.
That walk came to an end just as abruptly as it started, however. The narwhal pressed down more firmly, but by now the little toy was small enough to fit comfortably just beneath the arch of his foot. The microraptor would have gleefully taken it as a religious experience, as if it were the domed ceiling of a hedonistic cathedral, but Osimaret was more interested in sacrifice than worship. Without warning the dinosaur, the demon pulled his foot back out of the sandal, deliberately dragging Skalavis across the well-worn leather. It was almost like being caught under a steamroller. The pressure was intense - it nearly enough to flatten the tiny one - and it cased some feathers to rip from his body. Whimpering, the microraptor lied on the floor in a bit of a daze, a floor that seemed strangely unforgiving. The narwhal placed his foot right in front of the micro, making it quite clear he was just half the size of his largest toe.
"Your time is at an end, little one," Osimaret boomed, his voice echoing like an edict from the gods. "You're now on my shower floor. It will be the last place you ever see." Skalavis looked around nervously, but all he could see were towering walls of white around him, contrasted solely with the blackness of the demon's body. The narwhal's eyes were now glowing red. His grin became more sadistic. "Goodbye." With that final word, the demon's right foot lifted once again, this time catching the tiny saurian beneath the largest toe. Squawking, the microraptor tried to worm his way out from beneath that mighty digit.
"Please, don't! This was just a fantasy!" He cried out, trying to somehow push the toe off his body. Every ounce of strength the dinosaur could muster wasn't enough to even budge the beast's toe, however, but it was certainly enough to fuel the demon's sadistic delight.
Osimaret just laughed at Skalavis futile struggles. "You asked me to crush you, little one," his voice rumbles from far above, "So please, save your struggling and enjoy your last moments beneath my toe." Indeed, his large toe easily covered the dinosaur's body. It's the only thing he could feel against his feathers; its scent all he could breathe; its sweat he could taste. The demon casually rubbed that toe across Skalavis' body for a few seconds longer before it squeezed firmly against the floor and ground the micro out of existence. He didn't last for a moment under the almighty press of a demon's toes; the only mercy was that his mind couldn't register the pain before becoming an insignificant stain on the demon's sole.