"What are you?" Mathew heard as he slowly regained consciousness. As soon as his vision came back to him, he could see exactly what was speaking to him. It looked like a squirrel, her fur was an almost pinkish-purple and her eyes were enormous. Both of the orbs were locked on his tiny form, and he couldn't even move. He cleared his throat gently, about to speak as the squirrel girl's claws came down to pluck him from the table he was on. Mat couldn't resist her as he lifted, and it felt like his hair was about to rip from his tiny skull.
"Ellie, Have you seen my socks?" A muffled voice from the other room chimed in.
"I..." Ellie started as she, glanced down, spotting them fairly easily discarded on the ground. Were they washed? No, but that didn't matter... At least not to the squirrel. When she stopped speaking, a fairly cruel smile came across her lips.... Mat let out a gentle groan of pleasure as Ellie lifted up the green-striped kneesocks from the floor with her other hand. "Yeah! Found em' right here!"
"Bring em' in with you alright? We're running late." The voice said.
"You're going for a ride..." Ellie whispered as she looked over his tiny form, her friend's socks still in tow. Before she could do anything, she took note of [REDACTED] and giggled in a delightful tone. "Oh-ho-ho... I hope she flattens you tonight ya' perv."
Without warning, she let go. She watched Mat disappear into the mouth of the sock below, and carelessly shook it a few times to be sure he was at the toe section. He was tiny, almost undetectable inside of the already-worn fabric. Ellie hummed an innocent hum as she took the mouth of the socks and fashioned them together, flattening them out with her palm to make them look fairly 'clean' even though they were already well worn.
"Gunna' be a long night birthday girl." Ziika said with a smile, "The socks all washed up?"
"Yep, They were in the laundry this morning. Get your boots on and let's go!" Ellie said excitedly, her enormously fluffed tail wagging in the background as she watched Ziika slide her feet into her socks while standing. Each paw came down with a 'pap' on the wooden floor, causing the little squirrel to smile. She imagined the little human squishing under her unaware friend with each step, though she grinned at the idea that he could still be alive as Ziika slipped her boots on.
*The Next Morning*
Ellie had passed out with all her rave clothes still on, her boots kicked up on the couch without even so much as a blanket. She was drunk, far too gone to the world to care much about anything, and Ziika wasn't much better. The wolfess sat down on a nearby beanbag chair, the room already illuminated well by the sun's rise. They had been out over 15 hours dancing, drinking and partying and both of them were entirely exhausted. She wouldn't be comfortable until she got her boots and socks off though, at least...
Unlacing her boot quickly, she tugged her left foot free and crossed her paw over her leg. Without hesitating in the least, she tugged her striped sock off of her aching paw. As soon as the fresh air hit her sole, she let out a gentle sigh of relief... Her powerful toes flexed, rippling the sweat-and-sock-fuzz coated fur of her sole... She didn't feel her passenger...
Mat was still very much alive... He wound up under her arch when she stepped down, and by the time the girls had left the house he had slid up against the pad of her paw. The little one was safe tucked where he was, but that wasn't the end of his torture. Sweat and stench filled his tiny lungs with every breath as he barely clung to life, his body nearly to the point of heatstroke were he not so resilient. The sweat was so intense that he couldn't move, his body stuck to her paw's pad like glue [REDACTED].... He spent all night there, sentient debris on the bottom of Ziika's paw.
Her foot slipped back to the ground as she untied the laces of her other boot, tugging her other paw free from it's confines. The sock came next, and both were discarded atop the boots to her side as she stood back up to get ready for bed. Mat whimpered in a mix of pleasure and exhaustion as he felt the wooden floor on his back, her paw pad squishing down enough to compress his tiny body under her weight as she began to walk. He could hear her paws stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly with each step... He was still along for the ride.
Ziika brushed her teeth and cleaned up a bit around the apartment before returning to her friend with a blanket. Gently she tossed it over her, lifting her head up to slide a pillow beneath it so that she would be comfortable when she awoke. Ellie was on her side, and as soon as the pillow slid under her head she reached an arm under it and pulled it closely. It was a fairly adorable sight, really... She turned to walk away, heading toward her own bedroom to sleep off the morning...
The sweat solidified more as she slipped into bed, sealing Mat to the underside of her paw's pad for what seemed like a permanent residence. The day passed as Ziika slept...
The wolfess awoke to the smell of meat cooking on a skillet. Miraculously she wasn't hungover, and nor was Ellie. She curiously made her way out of her bedroom to the kitchen, her tail wagging all the way... Ellie stood in front of the oven with two plates next to her on the coutnertop... There were chips and some french onion dip on each, however - there were also buns... Ellie flopped a few patties onto the bread, topping each with a slice of cheese.
Mat couldn't sleep... It was almost as though he couldn't physically rest at all. He simply suffered his state of overactive euphoria for what seemed like an eternity. In some realms death was quick, but in others he was made to suffer.... Over-stimulation of pleasure, was still a way of torture - especially for his tiny mind.
As she walked forward to claim her plate of food, the tiny human was left in her wake...