title: Eternal aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Sokz] id: [42154570] date: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:44:32 下午 modified: 星期四, 十月 13日 2022, 4:57:57 下午
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Eternal
I’ve been trapped in this box for so long. It smells in here, but that stink is inescapable. It lingers on my fur, trapped in my nose no matter what I do to try and get it out. The scent of feet. Of his feet.
Even now, as I rested against the rough side of the cardboard box, I felt the oppressive weight of the situation pressing down on me. It wasn’t as painful as the normal pressure, not physically at least, but it took so much out of my mind and drained my will completely. And I hadn’t even been here that long.
I glanced around the small box that we were kept in. About ten other creatures sat around in a similar mood, their minds in various states of being broken and bent to his will. One of the newest ones, a young cat with orange fur, sat in the corner and tried to dig his way out. Like we hadn’t tried that before.
Across from me, I saw a sheep that had been here longer than all the others. He was facing the wall, his arms over his body as he just slept. That’s all he did. Just sleep and serve. It was like he had given up on any hope that his life would return to normal. This was it for him. This was it for all of us. Micros, servants to a god ten thousand times bigger than us.
The memory of it sent a chill down my spine. I had been captured only about a week ago but it had been brutal. Before that, I had been a normal person. Just an average wolf walking around my hometown, smiling at the people I passed, working at the local cafe. I thought that I had my entire life in front of me, that I was saving up to go to school, that I’d get a good job after that, and then find someone to have a family with. Now that all seemed like some laughable dream.
The shrinking disease hit randomly. There really wasn’t any logic or pattern to it, and though over ninety-nine percent of people were immune, I pulled the short straw. Guess I’ve never been that lucky.
So I shrank. I shrank to only about an inch tall while walking around the street. Terrified, tiny, with no hope of anyone I knew finding me before something terrible happened. In this world, micros have no rights. They aren’t even considered animals anymore. More like bugs.
Then he found me. I tried to run away but I was no match for his outstretched hand. His fingers pressed into my body, shoved me into a bag, then into this box. Now, the only time I saw the sun was when I was worshiping his god-like body.
Vaguely I still had hope. Maybe I could escape, find one of those micro colonies and have some form of a normal life. Anything would be better than being his slave. Anything.
My heart jumped as I heard movement outside of our box. Ears twitching, I listened for more sounds, trying to piece together what was happening in the outside world. Then I felt the ground start to shake and I knew what it was. Rhythmically the footsteps came, each one slightly stronger than the previous, walking right towards me.
The lid of the box was ripped off, blinding light filling our prison. I glanced downwards at the ground under me, squinting against the shine. Above, I heard him speak, his coy words reverberating in my chest. “Hello, little guys. Ready for another lovely day under my feet?”
Gradually my eyes adjusted. I looked up, seeing his form out of the opening in the box. If I wasn’t like this he would have been cute. A small corgi with the brightest blue eyes, a fluffy face that you just wanted to smoosh up, a slight belly and chubby hands. He smiled down at us, something that I had initially misconstrued as him caring. Now I knew that it was just the smile of a giant that loved his toys.
“Let’s see, let’s see,” he said to himself as his eyes moved over us greedily. “How about three today? Anyone want to volunteer?” He lifted an eyebrow then laughed when no one stepped forward. “No? You guys really need to get more into this. But fine, I’ll just choose. How about… you.” He reached down and grabbed someone in the middle, a frog that had arrived only a day or so before me. “You.” His fingers wrapped around a mouse that had been sitting nearby, nursing an injury in his leg. “And…”
I gulped, waiting for him to choose one last micro. I just wanted to be free from his torment. Even being locked in here with nothing to do was better than the hell he made us endure. I closed my eyes and silently begged him to choose anyone other than me.
“You.”
I sensed the blood drain from my face as I felt his soft paw pad move over my back. I kept my eyes closed as his fingers moved around me, his forefinger and thumb gripping me tightly in between. I tried to wake myself up, to prove that none of this was real. But it was. This was happening. I had been chosen.
When I opened my eyes again I saw his massive face in front of me, looking down with that playful, evil look. I was in his left hand, wrapped up tightly in his sweaty fist. The other two were in his right, similarly immobilized.
“I think we’ll just do the basics today. I got a lot of work I want to get done and… well, you know me. I’m useless if I don’t have a good foot toy to play with.” He chuckled as he opened the hand I was trapped in.
I felt my stomach drop as my body fell through the air, only to roughly halt when I hit the carpet below. Though the fall was comparatively hundreds of feet I was barely injured by it. Everything was so different at this scale.
Still, it was a jarring impact and I felt the air rush from my lungs. I lay on the ground coughing for a moment, trying to regain my breath but the giant moved before I even had the chance. A shadow loomed over me then came down. I felt the huge force of his paw crush into me, his plush pink pad squishing me into the ground and grinding me into the fibers of the carpet. Light beads of sweat drifted off of the hot skin, rolled onto my back and rolled over me.
It was a feeling I was familiar with. Very familiar with. This corgi, this god, loved stepping on his micros and using them as toys for his feet. Rubbing them into the ground, crushing them under his paws, forcing them to rub his sweaty soles and lick the grime from between his toes. I could still taste some of it.
I hadn’t been around many people’s feet when I was normal-sized, but I had the feeling his soles were strong. As they pressed me into the ground, squished my body flat and forced my limbs to the sides as far as they would go, I felt the weight of him and the extreme power he commanded in his body. There really is something demoralizing about being under a giant boy’s paw, about knowing that they were above you in every sense of the word.
Struggling was pointless. I had tried to struggle the first few days but that only made him giggle. Even trying to move an inch under the crushing weight of the smelly pad was an exhausting ordeal. And I’d need my strength later if he asked us to play any of his games.
As he leaned on me more my head was pushed to the side. I looked to the left and could just barely see the rest of his room out from under his paw. There, I saw one of the other micros fall to the carpet. The frog. Like me, he didn’t have the strength to move before the dog’s giant foot came down to rest on him, his tiny body disappearing under the fleshy girth.
Vaguely I wondered where the other micro was. Under his butt, maybe. I knew that he liked to shove micros under there a lot, calling them his personal cushion. So far I’ve never been under there, but I could only imagine it’d be terrible. The smell, the pressure… then again, was I really in that much better a spot?
The giant plopped down in his desk chair and I felt some of the weight leave my back. There was still enough to force me flat against the ground, enough to make sure I didn’t have a hope of squeezing out, but at least I could breathe again. I took in a lungful of air polluted by the stench of his pad.
He then shifted forward, rolling his chair over to his desk while dragging me and the frog under his soles. My body rolled over the carpet as the fibers grabbed at my limbs. By the time it was over I found myself moved out from under his pad, my face wedged firmly between two of his toes as my body spread out under the slight arch of his digits. I guess it was better than being leaned on.
A low laugh reverberated through his legs and into my chest. His toes opened over me a moment later, a small amount of light filtering in between the strands of fur attached to his toes. “Like it down there?”
I could only groan in response. He didn’t care though, just squished his toes back together and smothered my face, really grinding my nose and mouth into the dirt-filled valley between his digits. When he relaxed his grip I saw his face over me again, so far away and blurred by the thick atmosphere between us.
“Good choice in spots,” he said with a wink. “I might not be able to press you as much, but it’s way easier to play with ya.” He squeezed me again playfully, causing me to groan in pain. “How about you give it a lick while I get this set up?”
I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. Though I was almost sure he wouldn’t be able to tell if I was licking or not, I knew that I didn’t have a choice. If he ever saw me disobeying a direct order... well I don’t know what he’d do.
As the flavors of his toe grime rolled over my tongue I looked back up at his chubby face. He looked so cute, I knew that if I had seen him out in the world when things were normal I would’ve thought he was adorable. Just a tiny little corgi with bright eyes and a glowing smile. What harm could he possibly do to anyone?
Now I knew.
I watched as he moved his hand in front of him and unfurled his fingers. “So,” he said, talking to something I couldn’t see. The mouse, I soon realized. “You’re hurt?” There was an odd tone to his voice. “So?” I listened in on the conversation, glad it wasn’t me up there. “Oh, I guess that would be annoying. Alright, how about this?”
Though his paw was burning hot, I felt a chill as I watched what happened next. The giant grabbed the mouse by his tail and dangled him, lifted him up over his head. An injured micro can’t work as hard. Might get injured worse. Might get an infection and spread it to the others. There’s really only one thing to do with a micro who can’t serve you as a god.
The corgi opened his fingers and the mouse dropped right into his open maw. His lips closed as his jaw moved up and down, a satisfied look took over his face. The entire event lasted only a few seconds until he gulped the poor creature down, his entire life now just a lump moving down his master’s throat.
It was cruel, but that was just our world. I kept licking.
Another day in the box. It had been a couple of hours since I woke up, and thankfully I hadn’t been used as a foot servant yet. I had been lucky and avoided his selection during the morning routine. That’s when he chose two micros to be his insole for the entire day. It was probably the worst task you could be picked for. At least when he crushed you at his desk you could still find a breath of fresh air now and then. When you were trapped inside his sneakers, no such luck.
If there was one thing in this world that I really feared, it was those sneakers. The micros who were trapped in them never came out the same. They babbled about the unending series of stomps, the pressure, the smell. I saw the look in their eyes. That vacant, far away look of someone whose mind couldn’t even process what was happening anymore. Most micros were strong and resilient, held onto hope for as long as they could. It was when they were put in his shoes that their will broke.
It was a chilling thought, a horror that I had so far escaped but knew I couldn’t forever. But, at least for today, it wasn’t my reality.
Once he selected his two tributes he dropped us a small bit of bread which we hungrily devoured. He didn’t remember to feed us every day, so anything that didn’t taste like the underside of his sweaty paw was a godsend.
With my belly mostly full, I rested against the side of the box and waited. For what I didn’t know. Maybe for him to come back and choose someone else for his games. Maybe just for it to all finally end. The more time I spent here the more difficult it was to see myself escaping. This was my life now. A micro. A slave. A plaything for someone that I wouldn’t have even been worried about before.
It was such a sick fate, but no matter how much I begged and cried I couldn’t change it.
I heard the pounding of his feet again. That same jolt tingled my spine, the rush of adrenaline that woke me up instantly and made my limbs start to shake. My ears twitched, turning slightly to pick up the sounds more clearly. What was that? There was more going on than just his thunderous footfalls.
Voices, I soon realized. His was one of them, that was unmistakable, but who’s was the second? I straightened to hear past the thick cardboard. Something about classes, and one of his professors. Homework and a project and… everything else was muddled. It must have been another student at the university. That’s good. If he had a friend over he’d be less likely to bother with us.
I let my heart rate slow again. I was probably safe for another day.
My adrenalin began to relax, though it wasn’t for long. After only a few minutes I felt the earth shaking again as the giants walked over to us. The box was yanked forward violently and the roof pulled off. Blinding light flooded onto us once more.
I shielded myself with my arm, blinking back against the glare of the mid-afternoon sun. After a few seconds I squinted up out of the box, their forms materializing before me. That same chubby, smiling, playful face of my cruel master. Next to him was someone new. Someone that I hadn’t seen before.
A small fennec fox. He wasn’t as tall as the corgi but his ears more than made up for it. The two massive, fluffy things popped up at the sight of us, his huge eyes looking at us with a mix of emotions. He looked playful, happy… but concerned? It was hard to tell from this distance and angle, looking up at him like some deity come to invade my world.
I almost wished he had been someone bigger. A lion or a bear, someone that I would have always had to look up to even when I was normal-sized. Not some cute little fox. It felt so humiliating being dominated by these guys. Though I suppose that was really the least of my concerns.
More problematic was the question, what were they going to do to us?
The corgi turned to his friend and gave a warm grin. “So, what do you think? They as cute as I said?”
“Uh… yeah, they’re cute,” answered the fennec. “But I still don’t know about this.”
“You’re way too nice. Anyone ever tell you that?” Before the other boy could answer, my master continued. “You’re never going to get anywhere in life if you keep all that anger and macho energy bottled up inside. Sure, you’re kind of tiny, but you’re a giant compared to these twerps.” He nodded back to us, making me feel even that much smaller. “You trust me right?”
“Yeah,” the boy answered.
“Alright, then just give them a try.” He glanced down to the box of us, his hungry eyes searching for a good one.
Please, not me. Anyone but me. Just let me sit here in the box and avoid this humiliation a bit longer. That’s all I wanted, but apparently that was asking too much in this world. I locked eyes with the corgi and his smile grew. “You’re a pretty good one,” he breathed as he reached for me. I didn’t bother to run, just braced myself for the hell I was about to be part of.
His hand came down and grabbed me, my body lost in his fist as he lifted me between him and his smaller friend. “Look at this one,” he said proudly, my head bouncing with his wild movements. “I found this thing about a week ago and he’s been great. Took right to licking my foot, rubbing my pads, all that stuff. And he’s a wolf!” His laugh shook my chest. “That guy who always steals your seat is a wolf, right? You can’t tell me you never wanted to do something to get even with that jerk.”
“I mean… yeah, I guess,” answered the fox with a shrug. Now that I was out of the box I could see him more clearly. His shoulders were slumped in an unconfident posture, his chest covered by a white undershirt and a plaid shirt over it. Jeans for his legs, and old skating shoes for his massive feet. I gulped at the size of them. They were even bigger than my master’s.
“Exactly! You might not be able to do anything to him, but these guys are the next best thing. So how about you take a few? Dominate them a bit. Get your confidence up. Feel like a predator for once.”
I blinked as his booming words registered in my mind. Wait… take a few? So he was going to give us to this guy? This tiny, hesitant, unconfident fox? The idea swam around in my head as I thought through all that would mean.
Being this boy’s slave instead of master’s. That might actually work. This corgi was so dominant and practiced at crushing us into his sole. He knew exactly how much pressure to put on, how long we could survive in his shoe, how he needed to keep us locked away so we didn’t escape. He had no hesitation to do the worst things that popped into his mind. But this guy, this fox, he didn’t have that instinct. He wasn’t nearly as cruel or as merciless.
I bet he wouldn’t even step on us. He might just make us rub his feet now and then, or maybe squish us a bit in his hand. We’d be toys, not slaves. And maybe, just maybe, we could even convince him to let us go.
My heart fluttered for the first time in this cruel, cruel week. Maybe there was a chance for things to work out after all, a chance that I could be saved from this horrible fate. I smiled up at him, my eyes meeting his as I nodded as hard as I could. Please choose me. Please.
“I still don’t know,” the fox said. “I mean, they’re still alive aren’t they?”
“That’s the point, Ben.” So that was the name of my savior. Ben. “You get all the power of dominating a little squishable lifeform, and none of the consequences.” His fingers tightened around me to prove his point, making me flinch. “Tell you what, pick out your three favorites. Play with them for a few days, and if you still aren't into them you can just give them back. Okay?”
The fox sighed, then smiled faintly at his buddy. “Fine. I know you’re not going to stop until I agree.” He turned his head back to the box. “How about… the lizard in the corner. And that big deer over there.”
My heart rate started to jump again. Wait, no, you were supposed to pick me! I’m right here, not in the box! Pick me! I felt a bead of sweat rolling down my face as my anxiety returned, ten times as bad as it had ever been. I couldn’t just watch as my one hope slipped out of my hands like this. Don’t leave me here with him, please!
“And…” the fox rubbed his chin as he stared into the box. “Hm… I don’t know. Maybe…”
“Come on Ben, they’re all micros. Just pick one.”
“Alright, yeah, good point. Then…” he paused again as he glanced back at his friend. Then his eyes fell to me. Yes, please, please… “What about that one?”
“This one?” The corgi held me up. “I don’t know… I got him molded to my foot real good. Ah, but fine. I did say any. Here.”
My smile took up my entire face as he extended his hand and opened his fingers, my body dropping into the warm palm of the fox. My new master. My new hope of escaping this hell. “Here, I’ll get you a bag for ‘em,” the corgi continued as he moved to his desk.
A bag, a box, I didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was that he chose me. All that mattered was that I was leaving.
I sat on my knees, looking up at him. The carpet under me was thin, much like my last owner’s, but I didn’t let that worry me. Things would be different this time, they had to be. My heart was beating quickly in my chest as I looked at the giant that rested in his chair, his eyes staring down at us with mixed emotions. What was going through his head? What was he thinking?
We had been taken back to his dorm room. It was small, only one bed pressed up against the left wall where the window was. To our right was the door, behind us was his desk. Though this room was gargantuan to us, a temple thousands of times bigger than any building I had stepped foot in, I knew that it was tiny for our new master. A small one-bedroom dorm where he could be alone. Where he wouldn’t be interrupted.
“So…” he said down to us. We had only been taken out of the box a few seconds ago. He had placed us in front of his feet, on the ground, and we waited for his first command. The first order from our new god. I gulped as I stared up at his fluffy chin. Though I knew this was better than whatever life would have waited for me back with the corgi, there was still something so terrifying about staring up at a creature this much bigger than me. “You guys… uh…”
Ben rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his eyes to a blank spot on the carpet. He was clearly nervous about all of this, still didn’t know how to feel. That was good, there was still time to show him that we were alive. That we had thoughts and feelings, and that we shouldn’t be used as slaves. Maybe, if everything went well, I could even convince him to help us.
“Man, I don’t know about this,” he said meekly. “Maybe I should just take you back.”
The smile that had been on my face faded slightly. No, no that wasn’t good. If he took us back this would all be for nothing. We’d be the corgi’s slaves again, my life would be over. No, I couldn’t do that, I just couldn’t. My muscles tightened as the thought, as droplets of panic began to form. No, I needed to do something!
I stood up and walked closer to him, an act that I would have never done previously. My last master didn’t like his servants doing anything he didn’t tell them to. Absolute obedience had been beaten into us. But I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.
I walked closer to the base of the chair where I saw his two huge paws resting. He no longer had his shoes on, and his socks had been peeled off and tossed into the corner. Now his toes were exposed, still steamy from being confined inside his sneakers for the entire day. The smell wafted over the floor, moved over me and stuck in my nose. It was different from my last master’s. Different, but no less intense.
Still, it was a minor inconvenience compared to what I might have to endure. Pushing through the discomfort, I walked right up to his largest toe and stared up at it. The dense fur that covered the digit, the dark nail that rested perfectly in the center, the sweat that trickled down and caught the light. I had seen this sight before.
“Master,” I whispered, knowing that he couldn’t hear me even if I shouted. “Don’t take us back.” Without hesitation, I threw myself against the front of his toe and started rubbing. His sweat stuck to my body but I didn’t care. I needed to show him that I was his micro. That I could serve him and do whatever he wanted, convince him to keep me for just a little bit longer.
“Huh?” I heard him say above me. I looked up and saw his dark eyes starring down at me, his brows raised and confused. “Are you… rubbing my toes?”
I nodded and continued my task, pressing my chest against the hot digit. “Wow,” he continued, staring at me with a fascinated intensity. “I didn’t think you’d be so… uh… eager.” He gulped, a small smile wiggling at the corner of his mouth. That was it. I knew he was still unsure about all this but at least he was starting to understand it.
If I could just keep this up I knew that he’d keep me. He’d be my new master and I’d be free from that hell. I didn’t mind rubbing his toes. It might have been humiliating, even more so than serving that corgi, but at least I wasn’t crushed under his foot, eaten like a snack, or trapped in his sneaker.
“I kind of thought you guys hated this,” he said down. “I mean… I would.” He rubbed the back of his head. “But I guess you are micros. So…” he bit his lip, something on the tip of his tongue that he just couldn’t say. “Why don’t you… uh… lick it too?”
Just like before, I stuck out my tongue and pressed it into his skin. The taste washed over me, deep and filled with his musk. I cringed against it, almost gagged as the salt, but kept going. I needed to do this. I needed to be a good foot toy for him.
His smile grew as I continued, then I felt his toes twitch. When I looked I saw that he had spread them slightly, just enough so that I could see between the massive walls of flesh. I took that as my hint to move forward. The fluffy walls of his toes pressed on either side of me as I squished my way between them, moving all the way to the grime-filled valley in between where I licked once more. Surrounded by warm flesh, my body covered with his sweat. This is what macros liked, right? To see me so humiliated?
“Aw, that’s so cute,” I heard him say. “You’re really in there.” His toes curled around me, squishing me harder into the heavy walls, crushing my chest for a moment before letting me go. It hurt, but not as much as even the lightest of my old master’s punishments.
“Maybe…” he began, “maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.”
No, it won’t, I thought as I continued to lick, closing my eyes as I concentrated on the feelings running through me. “You’ll like me as your servant,” I whispered again. “I’ll be a good micro. I’ll rub your feet every day if you ask me.”
It was a disturbing thought, but I knew I would. Just a few weeks ago and the idea of me spending each day rubbing some giant fox’s feet would have sounded disgusting. I would have never even considered the idea. But now I welcomed it. That’s just what I am now. A piece of toe gunk, a toy for the use and enjoyment of those creatures bigger and better than I would ever be again.
But at least this one was nice. At least Ben would treat me well.
“Hmm… what else did he say to do?” I heard him mumble from up above. “Oh yeah. Step on them. Guess I could try that too.”
What? I looked up at him, confused at what he said. Before I could process it further he pulled his foot away from me, lifting it up over my body. I fell back, landing on my butt as I looked up at the sight of his hot, steamy, fur-covered sole directly over my head. His eyes looked down at me from far beyond, a blissful smile taking up his entire face.
No, this was wrong. I was just supposed to rub your feet, not be crushed under them! This was just a misunderstanding, it had to be. It just had to be.
But then Ben brought his paw down. It slammed into my chest and squashed me into the carpet below, the weight a familiar feeling as it squeezed the air out of my lungs. The fur of his foot enveloped me as sweat dripped down, the air instantly saturated with the stench of his musk. I tried to struggle but found it pointless as he simply leaned on me, treated me like nothing more than a random bug crawling around his apartment.
Then he leaned forward and pressed on me more, squished me into the ground and forced my limbs to the side. When he took the pressure off I felt a slight pop in my ribs. No, this wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to step on me like this. He was supposed to be a good and nice macro, a god that I was going to have a comfortable life with. Not this. It wasn’t supposed to be this.
He pressed on me again and I felt my bones straining under the mass of his trillion ton body. His warm skin rubbed against my face and nose, my chest and crotch and limbs. Above, I could hear the faint reverberations of his chuckle. He was actually enjoying this.
No, Ben wasn’t like that. He shouldn’t enjoy my misery. He was supposed to feel bad for me, to see me as something more than just a toy to be stepped on. Why? Why was this happening?
My torment continued after. Above, through the thick form of his foot, I could hear him talking with the other micros he had brought. Orders to rub his other foot, to get in between his toes, to lick them as well. He still didn’t have that cruel tone to his voice, that confidence that came with knowing you were absolutely better than whatever miserable creature you were talking to, but it was a minor consolation.
In the back of my mind, I wondered why they only had to rub and lick. Why I was trapped here, leaned on, crushed, while they enjoyed only light servitude? It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.
Tears began to form on the corner of my eyes as he pressed me more, continuing my cycle.
After a few minutes I felt a vibration, the unmistakable buzz of his cellphone. A few seconds, then he stood up and the pressure on my body increased to levels greater than I had ever experienced before. I screamed as the air was crushed out of my lungs, as my ribs popped under the incredible pressure and my limbs buckled.
It was only then that I realized the corgi had been going easy on me. He had learned through countless trials how much weight a micro could take and made sure to only apply that much. But the fox, Ben, didn’t know those limits. He stood on me with his full weight, crushed me into his inexperienced sole, threatened to pop my body like I was nothing.
Then he lifted his foot and I came with it, my body stuck to the bottom of his steamy sole like I was just lint trapped in his fur. He brought his foot to his knee and grabbed it, twisted it so that he could see me there.
“So, some news,” he said, almost happily. “Just got a text from a bud, and we’re going to hang out for a bit. I wasn’t sure at first, but I kind of want to see how you do as my insole for a bit. Sounds kind of fun, right? I mean, you were the first one to rub my paws. Figure you gotta like this type of thing.”
No… no you don’t understand. Please, this isn’t what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to realize that I’m still a person, that I’m not just a… before I could finish the thought his foot came down.
Ben walked on me over to the door, crushing me with every step until he came to his shoes. “Guess I’ll see ya later tonight, little guy.” I closed my eyes as he shoved his toes into his old sneakers and pressed them in.
I couldn’t even think as it happened, my mind was comprised of dread and horror. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream or hallucination, a feverish nightmare. I had never been put in a shoe before. Please, please don’t do this!
My body pressed into the sweat-soaked insole as he stood above me. I felt him lean down to tie the laces, felt the air already growing hotter. Then I felt him take his first step. The pain radiated through me in sudden bursts, my ears filled with the sound of his sweat squeezing against his paw, my tongue drenched in the taste of his foot grime, my nose filled with his musk. The air was growing hotter, thicker… and this was just the beginning.
Ben hadn’t been like this before. The horrible realization was that I did this. If I hadn’t gone up to his toe and started rubbing I wouldn’t have opened his mind to being a macro, I wouldn't have shown him how blissful it was to dominate something so completely pathetic. I did this. This was all my fault.
His foot beat down upon me with every crushing step. I knew that he had probably forgotten about me already, that I was just some rock stuck to the bottom of his paw to go unnoticed for the night. My suffering, my torment, the hell I was in was only so that he could get a bit of amusement when he saw my crushed body up against his foot some hours later.
I thought that he was going to be my savior. A macro that I could love and worship and would give me a life…
Instead, I had only ensured a worse hell than I could have even imagined. His footfalls beat into me, crushed me, compressed me until I was as flat as I could possibly be. This was it. My reality. My life. I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. So, instead of trying to escape, I did the one thing a micro can do.
I stuck out my tongue and licked.