A Sole Searching Affair
This was a commission story. For some reason, the person who commissioned it decided it was worth $80 after he had already decided to pay me thirty. Go figure. Anyway, for your reading pleasure, here is a Sole Searching Affair. It is a punnish title, as you'll see as you read.
A Sole-Searching Affair
Life often has the strangest ways of showing who one's destined partner is. Sometimes, one is lucky enough to know them from childhood, from school perhaps, and is able to grow up with them, learning to love and like them at the same time. Others will meet through random circumstances, random happenings, and keep in touch, gradually finding that they love one another and will stay together come hell or high water. And then there are those that fill all the other categories.
But perhaps the most overlooked category of all is those that meet through mutual lust, which blossoms into love. Rarely working out, when it does, the love that forms is so strong that nothing can tear it apart. Such a lust and love is that formed between a certain rat, and a certain stallion, who met one another on a certain forum, something they had stumbled upon in their boredom. Sharing a room for a night a few nights later, they found themselves sharing much more, and despite their busy lives, they managed to find the time to meet up with one another again, and again. It was all discreet, of course, considering what they did, and who they were. Their little corner of the country wasn't the most accepting of their orientation, and if they were found, it would be very bad for the both of them.
However, it never crossed their mind that they should stop, or see other people. It was never a possibility, never a thought between the two of them. For the time they could have together, any form of danger was worth it, just so long as they were together. Love and lust bound them together in a way that they couldn't explain, that they couldn't understand. It just didn't matter. When they were together, they were happy. When they were apart, they endured. Both considered it as simple as that.
They enjoyed one another's company, but it wasn't until a certain product from Nocinocard Industries came out that they could enjoy themselves, please one another, in the way they had both hungered to try from the first night they met. Everything else up to that point had been wonderful, loving, but in comparison to what they were about to do, there was no doubt that everything that had happened before was nothing but foreplay.
On the eighth month anniversary, they obtained the product. A medallion that could shrink the wearer to little more than six inches in height, it allowed for all sorts of variety in their play, in their lovemaking. Both were free to truly show their lusts and power over the other in ways impossible beforehand, and they grew closer and closer with each session of time that went by. Hotel rooms by the dozen were booked by the pair of them, in cities across the country. Love was made, and lust was spilled, and much laundry was done by the staff of the hotels afterwards. But now, the most special of days, the night they had anticipated more than any other, was upon them.
It was their one year anniversary. One year ago, they had enjoyed each other's bodies, and everything else. Tonight, they would celebrate the end of their first year, and the beginning of the second.
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Brumby paced up and down the small aisle of carpet between the hotel bed and the wall, his bare feet making less than no sound as he impatiently waited for Lawliet to get here. He reminded himself several times that the rat had a longer way to go to get to the hotel, that the traffic on the road was worse at this time, but it did little to help the stallion calm down.
After another few laps around the bed, the large horse forced himself to just sit down. His hands clenched into fists, holding onto the denim of his pants to keep them from wandering further. "Calm down, man," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "It's your anniversary tonight, he'll be here. There's no way he'd miss it, and you know it, so just chill," he said forcefully.
It helped, if only a little bit. Sighing deeply, he reached to one of the inside pockets of the jacket that he wore. Unzipping it, he pulled the amulet inside out. He examined it again, holding it in front of him and tracing the familiar lines of the gem set in it with his fingers. He'd worn this thing a good fifteen times so far, and so had Lawliet. The green gem flashed lightly, and the stallion pulled his finger away. The flash was a warning that it would activate if it was pressed for much longer, and he didn't want to start the fun without his lover.
Putting the amulet back in its pocket and throwing the jacket over to one of the chairs in the corner of the room, Brumby slowly started undressing himself in front of the room's mirror. The shirt he was wearing slid of quickly, exposing his muscled pecs and torso, and he chuckled a bit as he rubbed his hands over his muscled top. It was always pleasant to see how his exercising had paid off, and seeing it this way was almost like getting a strip tease from himself.
He skipped over his pants, leaving them on for the moment, and stood on one foot as he examined his feet. They were just a little tough, slightly callused, but that was to be expected, when he walked around barefoot all the time. The toes and heel and everywhere else were clean, though. A major point, that, considering what he and Lawliet did with one another.
Brumby didn't bother with the moisturizer that most of the others he talked to online liked. Too often, the moisturizers recommended were too slick and slimy for him, and would cause him to trip around his house, slipping on the hardwood floor. The rest of them were more like lube from an adult store, and that wasn't much use to him, when he lived alone. Maybe in the future, when a certain late rodent was comfortable with it, there would be a use for it, but for the moment-
The stallion jerked and grinned as he heard the sound of a key in the hotel door, standing to his feet. Walking almost on tip toe, he hid behind the door as it opened. His friend was here, finally, and he was going to get a little lesson for being so late.
Dressed in a workout shirt, jacket, and jeans, the rat was as barefoot as the stallion. They were close to the same height, though Brumby had a few more inches on him than the rodent did. It made it a little easier for him to keep the little guy reined in, when the occasion called for it. Smelling like a recent workout, with a bit of deodorant to take the worst of the scent out of the air, Lawliet appeared better than ever to the eager stallion.
He waited until the rat had made it out of the doorway, and was well into the bedroom, before shoving the door shut. The rodent barely had time to turn around before the stallion leaped at him in a tackle, shoving the rat against the carpeted floor with a grin. Brumby didn't stay over his lover for long, though, pulling himself back up quickly. He shoved his bare foot against the rat's chest, holding him down and grinning. "I thought you'd be here half an hour ago, Lawliet!" he said, mockingly exasperated. "Get caught in traffic again?"
The rat pushed against his foot, but not with any real effect, considering his lack of leverage and lack of enough muscle to get him out of the way. "Come on, Brumby, you know what's it like out there," Lawliet said with a chuckle. He patted the stallion's ankle, and smiled. "Let me up, man. It's our anniversary, and I want to do this right, don't you?"
"Hmm, point taken," Brumby said. Lifting his foot away, he leaned down and helped the rodent to his feet. He grinned, and poked his lover on the nose. "But don't think you're off the hook for that. You need to learn to be on time here. I won't have a tardy lover," the stallion said, half teasing and half serious.
He turned around and walked to the corner where he had thrown his jacket. There was no danger of the amulet having broken, not with the way that Nocinocard Industries had constructed it, but he was nevertheless quite careful as he pulled it out of the pocket it was hidden in. There was enough power in it to shrink one down quite a bit, and if he wasn't careful, he'd use it on himself before everything was ready here in the room. Besides, it was Lawliet's turn to use it first today.
Carrying the amulet by its silver chain, the stallion joined the rat on the bed. It was a large one, king size, but it was barely big enough for the two of them as it was. Still, Brumby thought to himself as he laid the amulet between himself and Lawliet, for what they were planning tonight, a king size bed would be large enough.
"Um, Brumby?" Lawliet muttered, looking down at the amulet for a moment. "I have a little favor to ask of you, tonight."
"What's that, Lawly?" he whispered, teasing again.
The rat smiled a bit, though he still looked nervous. He picked up the amulet, and offered it to Brumby. "Could you be the first one to shrink tonight? I'd like to spend the whole night at your feet, sleep down there with them, after my turn," the rat said in a rush, as if he had to get it out quickly.
The stallion couldn't help blinking a little bit at that. He hadn't quite been expecting a request like that, but it certainly wouldn't be a bad one. The both of them were switches, both enjoying dominating the other through their greater size, so it certainly wouldn't bother him to have the rat underfoot for the whole night. The only thing about it that tweaked Brumby a bit was the fact that he hadn't thought of it himself, earlier.
Still, it was a good idea, and he grinned as he took the amulet from the rodent. "I'd be happy to do that, Lawliet," he said with a chuckle. "But I get a little favor in return for that, I think. I mean, I am doing a favor for you, letting you sleep under my feet."
Nodding eagerly, the rodent leaned in closer, his twitching nose almost pressed against the end of Brumby's muzzle. "And what's that, lover?"
Chuckling, the stallion gave the rat a playful push. "You need to get up from the bed, and start giving me a strip tease," he said. He pointed to the foot of the bed, just beyond it. "Stand in front of the mirror, and start stripping for me. I want to see a show before I shrink and go under your feet."
That was all the rat needed to hear, and he nearly jumped off of the bed in his eagerness to follow the stallion's request. Brumby hadn't chosen that spot on a whim. By having his lover strip in front of the mirror, he would be able to get a good view of the rat from the front and the back, and it would let Lawliet strip faster, not having to turn around several times every few seconds to show his body off.
Brumby started pulling his pants off, stroking at his sheath as he watched the rodent start pulling his shirt off. It was a teasing, slow movement, exposing the taut belly and abs for a second before pulling it back down. The exercises they had mutually agreed on had been good for the rat, gently toning him without giving him the bulk that looked bad on the biggest body builders. The shirt slid up a little further, stopping just before the pectorals and nipples, before diving back down again. The rat was teasing him, and Brumby loved it.
He chuckled softly, rubbing at his rising member. It was quick to respond to this kind of teasing, lengthening and pushing up towards his belly. Lawliet was watching him stroke himself, and the stallion slowed down his rubbing, returning the tease. He could do it just as well as the rat could, and it was fun to tease one another in this mutual manner.
Lawliet didn't slow his strip tease down, but he did add a few things. He made slight thrusts with his hips, gently encouraging the arousal of the stallion, as he pulled his shirt up to his neck. It exposed his chest, flat and hard, as well as his hard, slightly erect nipples. Reaching up with a paw, he tweaked them, and moaned. The stallion moaned with him, reaching up and doing the same thing with his own chest. It was deliciously slow and sensual, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the teasing.
The rat grinned at him, knowing what he was putting the stallion through. He threw the shirt over his shoulder, onto the side of the dresser. He walked closer, his hips making a sway that wasn't in the least feminine, but almost taunting, confident, a strut. He climbed on the bed, standing with his legs spread, one foot on each side of Brumby's legs. His hands reached down, stroking over his denim covered package, groping himself through the fabric, and moaning softly. His eyes closed to slits, he slowly, deliberately unbuckled himself, and Brumby just watched, his hands nearly completely still on his member. It was so hard, so needy to be stroked, but he wasn't going to let that need overwhelm him. The stallion's orgasm was going to be all over those feet, and he wasn't going to cheat himself, or Lawliet, of that.
Shucking his pants off, the stallion watched as the rat pulled down the zipper with one hand, using the other to hold the suddenly slack pants up, as well as closed. Even with the zipper all the way down, Brumby could barely catch a hint of the cock that lay behind that denim. He knew that his lover went commando, that he was likely hard as a rock behind that, but the rat was so skilled with strip teasing that he was able to hide it from him easily.
Shivering ever so slightly, Brumby watched as Lawliet slowly pulled his pants downwards, but not enough to show him that package. However, he was able to get a good look at the nice, muscled butt that was poking out from the top of the jeans in the mirror, and the stallion grinned side at the sight. "Mmmm, Lawliet, you've been taking very good care of yourself lately, haven't you?"
"Just for you, Brumby, just for you," Lawliet said with a chuckle. He slowly teased his jeans the rest of the way down, pushing them down to his ankles before kicking them off to the side. Well sculpted legs ended in delicious feet, appealing to eye, tongue, and touch, Brumby knew from experience. Tougher than his own feet, the rat's feet had a slightly scaly appearance and feel to them, almost like a bird's foot in a way, but softer than that, thankfully.
And now he was about to experience them afresh, after nearly two weeks since the last time that he had seen his lover. He stood up, pulling the amulet with him. "Before we start..." Brumby whispered, leaning in a little closer, his muzzle touching the rat's, "let me have this."
Before Lawliet could question him on what 'this' was, the stallion pushed forward and kissed his lover, right on the lips. His arms quickly wrapped around the rodent's back, pulling him into a strong, affectionate bear hug, the rodent's chest crushed against his. He pressed his lips so hard against Lawliet's that he almost felt pain, but the kiss held enough pleasure in it for it to be eclipsed, easily.
Pulling back nearly fifteen seconds later, leaving the both of them panting, Brumby chuckled. "Better start now, huh?" he said. Lawliet nodded, and the stallion pulled the amulet over his head and placed it around his neck, the comforting coolness of the silver chain calming him slightly even as the gem began to pulse, little light beams shooting out against the walls.
Moving quickly, before the amulet started shrinking him, Brumby grabbed for a pair of pillows, pulling them close to him, and standing on them. He would need those, for what was coming up. The bed was soft enough, and had enough give, but Lawliet could possibly lose him among the sheets if things got too excited. With the pillows, there was a specific place to look, and it would be easier for the both of them to enjoy this. Anticipating it with excitement, Brumby had to squeeze the base of his horsehood to keep it from shooting at the orgiastic thought.
The amulet flashed once more, and then went still. Grinning, knowing what would come next, Brumby closed his eyes. He had attempted to keep them open once, and the disorientation that came from being shrunken rapidly had made him dizzy for almost an hour. He wanted to be aware of what was coming, and that meant keeping his eyes shut.
He felt the glow from the medallion suffuse his body, warming, heating him, and chilling him alternately. It made him both sweat and break out in shivers, over and over. Beneath the temperature extremes was a tightness, a severe, stretched out, tight feeling spread out over his entire body. It was like each of his muscles was completely extended, and stretched out by some machine, pulled to the maximum they could be at without ripping apart. As the glow suffused him, it was like the muscles were slowly relaxed, released from their restraints.
The pillows under his feet were feeling larger and larger, his bare feet taking up less and less space over them. Brumby knew that if he opened his eyes, he wouldn't be any taller than Lawliet's chest, if that much, and he grinned softly as he shrunk further and further. Already, his feet were both on one pillow with more than enough room for Lawliet to stand beside him, and he still had a way to go.
Slowly, with a great deal of care, the stallion lowered himself to the pillow to sit down. Just standing up, even with his eyes closed, made him a little dizzy when he was shrinking, and even the slightest movements that the rodent made shifted the bed around, and that made it even more difficult. He nearly tripped on his way down, but caught himself on the pillow. Sitting down with his hands flat behind him, Brumby waited out the rest of the shrinking.
Eventually, the heat and the tightness in him went away, and he knew that he had finished the little shrinking transformation. Opening his eyes slowly, Brumby looked up at Lawliet, looking past the now massive prick that was sticking out from the rat's groin, and grinned. "Mmmm, you quite good from down here, Lawly," he said with a chuckle.
"You're just as good down there," Lawliet said with a chuckle. His lover squatted down and looked at him, lowering a much larger finger and poking him in the belly once. "Mmm, I've been looking forward to this for the last two weeks...I don't think I can take it slow this time."
"Then don't, Lawliet," Brumby said with a small smile. He stretched out on the pillow, his six inch height barely enough to cover the center of the pillow, and leaving a great deal of room for the rest of the pillow to be occupied. Watching as his lover lifted those beautiful feet and set them down, one on each side of him, the stallion couldn't quite hold back a moan of excitement.
His moan was cut off in mid-exhalation by one of Lawliet's dexterous toes, pressing over his mouth and cutting off the sound. The big toe of the right foot, the stallion could see. Larger than his head, by this point, but nimble enough to press down gently, like a finger to his lips, but better. He smiled at it, lifting an arm to stroke over the toe gently. Hugging was next, both of his arms wrapping around the toe, pulling the tough, slightly callused toe against his face.
The toe was slightly musky, with a slight hint of sweat covering the natural musk of the hot flesh that pressed against him. It wasn't a bad smell, just the smell of a good male that had gotten done with their workout, and hadn't had the chance to shower. It was filled with little pheromones that pushed at him familiarly, working on the stallion's libido, pressing his already strong arousal to greater and greater heights.
Tough, but smooth flesh pressed against his face, working it down against the pillow. The soft surface gave below him, enough to keep it from being painful, but not nearly enough to take away the feeling of pressure against his body. Lawliet was taking it slower than he had thought, just working on his face so far, but Brumby certainly wasn't complaining. Any more than the face right now, and he would have spurted without the least bit of effort. He needed time to get used to this again after being without for so long.
Panting heavily against the toe pressed against his face, the stallion started licking it, tasting it. The tough flesh rasped lightly against his tongue as he tasted the bare flesh of his lover. Musky, slightly sweaty, with the pleasant, almost bitter taste of feet that the rat tended to carry around, it was nevertheless better than a buffet at the most classy restaurant Brumby had ever heard of.
He licked all over the toe that pressed against his face, even as his head was pressed further and further into the pillow under him. Panting, his hot breath heating up the toe further, Brumby wiggled against it, pulling himself up against it a little more. His hard cock pressed into the ball of the rat's foot, pressing pre against it and slicking it up as the stallion opened his mouth. He sucked at the very tip of the toe, licking, nipping at it, working around the little claw that poked out of the tip.
Lawliet wasn't keeping still, either. The rat was obviously enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against the tough skinned foot, and Brumby grinned at the sounds, the shivers, and the moans of arousal that escaped the rat's lips. It always made him smile, when the two of them could please one another so well.
As Brumby pushed his tongue under the small claw on the rat's foot, he felt the rest of the foot shift, pulling upwards before coming back down over him. His head was buried between two of the rat's wiggling toes, and the rest of his body was pressed down firmly by the firm underside of Lawliet's foot. A few light droplets of sweat, showing the rat's exertion, pressed against his body, making his short body fur get a little wet from it.
"Mmm, moving to the main event, hmm, Lawly?" Brumby asked, or at least, he tried to. The toes around his face made it a little difficult, and his words came out mumbled, and garbled, when they came out at all. Judging by how the rat was still pushing on him, though, and by the slight shift in weight after he spoke, he assumed Lawliet had heard him.
He relaxed completely under the crushing foot, moaning as the firm, slightly callused flesh pushed him down against the pillow. It was a wonderful mix of slight pain and great pressure, the pillow cushioning him only enough to make sure that he wasn't crushed, or injured. Each adjustment of the rat's foot rubbed the skin against him, solid and rough enough for him to feel each little line in the skin, lines so small that one might overlook them if they were full size, but at his smaller height, he could feel, and see, each one of them.
Each of those little lines pressed hard against him, rubbing against his body like a series of flaps. They brushed his fur up, then down, then up again, gently, but firmly. Each time the foot moved, it pushed the toes above his head, and pressed the ball of the foot against the end of his muzzle. At times, it pressed down hard enough that he wondered if his muzzle would break, but Lawliet always pulled back just before it could happen.
The ball of the foot pressing against his muzzle was nothing compared to the feelings of the rat's heel pressing against his legs, and then his stomach, each time it made its way up his body. It was rubbing against him, turning and grinding against him, almost like he was a little speck of a bug on the bottom of a boot. Lawliet's grinding, rather than being malicious, was gentle, stroking, rubbing, and wonderful. The extra calluses on the rat's heel added to the sensations, particularly when it was pressed up against Brumby's hard and leaking member, picking up the droplets of pre and grinding it into his legs again as the foot rubbed its way back down again.
Pressure increased at his chest, the ball of the foot pressing down against his muscled pectorals. However much he had exercised, there was no way that he could push back against that with any chance. The bones and tendons that ran from the ball of the foot pressed down against him, everything focusing at that point of Lawliet's foot. The outward curve seemed almost to bulge with the force being exerted, pushing down against Brumby's chest.
Slowly, the rat turned, twisted his foot against that point, pushing him down against the pillow again. The pressure seemed almost double what it had been before, pushing the stallion against the pillow in such a way that he could almost feel the bed on the other side of it, by this point. He was sucking in breaths of air in desperation to keep from being completely smothered, each breath filled with the scent of grinding foot, and each breath making him gasp from the sheer joy of the pheromones that were carried along with the scent.
Brumby's cock was nearly bouncing against his belly by this point, and he had to grip it hard with his fist to keep it from shooting. This was a lustful heaven and hell at the same time, and he didn't want it to end. Even so, with his fist clenched tightly around the base of his cock, he could only barely keep his cum from shooting out against the rat's member.
And it was getting harder and harder, as Lawliet pushed him back and forth along the pillow now. Using the grinding motions of his foot, the rat was pushing him along the pillow, the cloth pulling at his back for a bit, rubbing against it, as he was dragged from one side to the other, and then back again. Lawliet was pushing him harder and harder, the footplay getting rougher and rougher.
Lawliet's foot was acting almost like a rolling pin, with the stallion as a piece of dough and the pillow as the board beneath. Repeatedly, the rat's rough skin rubbed against his chest, his legs, his crotch, his belly, his whole body, rolling him up and down the pillow. The pressure was great, and the friction was growing stronger and stronger, Brumby's entire body heating up.
Suddenly, the rolling stopped, leaving Brumby gasping and panting, his eyes wide as the pressure that had been almost too much suddenly disappeared. He looked up at the rat, who was smiling at him, the lamp of the room behind his head almost giving him the appearance of a halo. The stallion smiled at his lover, panting still, and shifted his gaze to Lawliet's foot again. It was lifting up, held up rather high above him, and it was clear just what the rat was planning to do to finish the stallion's turn.
Brumby grinned wide at the foot as it lowered, coming down at the speed of a normal step, though it seemed far faster to the stallion, coming down with what seemed a blurring velocity. The toes slightly spread, for the stallion's head to fit through, it allowed some light to come down past the dark shadow the foot cast.
Finally, it slammed down against his body, pressure and contact re-established with his upper body. It took Brumby a moment to realize that Lawliet had brought his foot down at an angle, the large, tough skinned foot pressing on him from the waist up, and leaving his legs exposed.
The oddness of being covered only halfway was rectified barely a second later, as the rat brought his other foot down, pressing down hard on his legs. Brumby grunted and held back a whinny as he felt bruises forming already on his legs. He wasn't entirely sure about his feet, but he could feel enough pressure down there to assure him that his legs weren't broken, and neither were his feet.
Slowly, the foot covering him from the waist down started to lift up, adding more pressure to the one that covered him from the waist up. Brumby could feel his body creaking, nearly cracking under the pressure, pushing him further into the pillow and the bed. He groaned heavily as he was pushed almost off of the pillow, the urge to beg for relief on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it, barely.
Nevertheless, he screamed in pain as the missing foot came back down again, slamming against his legs. Whatever damage was done was healed by the amulet again, almost instantly, but the pain remained for a good ten seconds, and only started fading bit by bit after that.
Barely had it started fading before the other foot started rising. Though he was thankful for the disappearance of the pain that covered his chest, and grateful for the stroke the foot made along the top of his member as it lifted upwards, he wasn't so fond of the feeling of additional pressure against his legs. Added atop the pain from the injuries the amulet had healed, he couldn't help but scream, "Mercy, mercy! Please, stop!" to his lover, begging for a respite.
His only answer was to have the foot lifting up come crashing back down, harder than before. Pain burned through him, through his torso and through his legs. Brumby was sure without the amulet, something would have broken this time, there was so much pain, so much pressure from the rat's feet against his body from the way that the feet were coming down on him. The amulet healed the bruises, the injuries instantly, but the pain remained, pushing at his consciousness like a fire that was burning inside and threatened to consume him, threatening to burn away his mind with the sheer power of the discomfort and pain.
Yet, for all of that, his cock hadn't softened in the least. It was pulsing, bouncing against either the feet above him or against his belly each time a foot came down on him, and the rough surface rubbing against it, or the softer feeling of his belly hair rubbing against it, kept it hard and ready for anything.
Brumby was almost crying from the dichotomous mix of the pain and pleasure that was running through him, but not in sadness. This was what he had been missing. He even embraced the pain, enjoying it, groaning and moaning to himself, pulling in the pain and letting it be a part of his pleasure, even as he dealt with the fiery feelings of the pain that was rushing through his breaking and rapidly healing body.
The footsteps of the rat were getting faster, less regular, and far more pounding than they were before. Each step pushed him down, and the speed of the steps kept him from pushing all the way back up from where the step before had ground him down to. His breath was coming in the few seconds where the foot covering his upper half was above him, and he couldn't afford to spend any of it for further screams of mercy, not if he wanted to keep from suffocating.
Lawliet added something to his rhythm, something unexpected. Abruptly lifting both of his feet off of the stallion, he actually jumped up in the air. Brumby had just enough time to go wide eyed before the rat came back down with full force.
The large, six foot tall rodent came down on him with his full weight, and the pillow wasn't nearly enough to keep the stallion to feeling all of it. He shrieked at the pain that ripped through him, his bones bending inwards, pushing down near to the point of cracking under the pressure they were put under. It was amazing just how much the amulet could allow him to endure, even to the point of wishing it would just let him black out rather than continue to feel all the pressure. He would have laughed at the thought, earlier in the week, but now he was reminded of just how much the pain and pleasure could mix in the things that Lawliet and he did together.
Just barely able to breath through the pressure that was pulsing through his body, the horse took advantage of the next step upwards to plead for mercy. "Please...stop..." he managed to gasp out, barely audible with how little air he'd managed to get it. "Wait...for a few minutes...please..."
Again, the pleading did nothing except push Lawliet to do something else. Turning around a bit so that just one foot pressed against Brumby's body. He felt the touch skin rasp against his front, and felt the toes grasp him around the head. They squeezed, hard, putting pressure on both sides of his head so hard that he couldn't move it at all, not from side to side, not up and down, not at all.
And then, the rat pulled him up.
Lawliet managed to yank him from the ground, pulling him into the air and suspending him over the pillow and bed, merely by the strength of his toes. No matter how much the stallion struggled, no matter how much he pushed against the toes that pressed against the sides of his head and neck, he couldn't get them to let go. Perhaps the most odd part of it was the clicking and clacking of the rat's claws behind his head, teasing him with what Lawliet could do with them, if he chose.
Despite all of this, Brumby still managed a small smile, hidden by the sides of the toes from Lawliet. This was perfect, even though it hurt, even though it was scary at times. This was still perfect, and he already had some great ideas of how he was going to return the favor to Lawliet.
The stallion's thoughts were interrupted as he was slammed down into the carpet of the room. The air whooshed out of his lungs in a rush, his ribs actually pushing down against his lungs and his heart for a moment from the sheer pressure of the thick, furless feet above him. The amulet worked as well as always, though, and pushed the pressure back enough to keep him from being seriously harmed.
Still, he couldn't help groaning from the burning that pushed through his body, and the unwelcome new bendiness to his bones. He was sure that if he pulled on one of them, they would bend about three times as far as they would have before he put on the amulet, and would go further than that before they would actually snap. The increased pressure on his chest from the ball of the rat's foot told him that the night was only beginning, however, so Brumby stopped thinking about that, and just focused himself on dealing with the pain and pleasure as they slammed into him with a vengeance.
Slowly, the stallion felt himself pulled off of the carpet again, the toes holding his head tightly, while the talented rat managed to hold his torso and body to the bottom of his foot with no apparent trouble. With his face stuck between the toes, looking up, Brumby had no way of knowing when he would land against the floor again, when the pressure would return, and when his breath would be knocked out of his lungs again.
Brumby's breaths were shaky and barely controlled, staring up at his lover as he felt his body press harder against the almost leathery bottom of Lawliet's foot. It was a tremendously strange sensation, almost like a rollercoaster on a slope, heading down. Sucking in his breath, Brumby braced himself for the impact that was to come.
The horse barely held onto enough breath to groan in pain as he was slammed against the floor again, the amulet healing him up once more. There was not a bruise on him, not a broken piece of skin, but the pain...the pleasure...the pain...he couldn't even tell the difference between the two anymore.
Already he was being lifted again, his chest almost glued to the bottom of the rat's foot now. With the foot always moving, adjusting itself to keep him held against it, Brumby's cock was constantly rubbed against it. Pre leaked from it, splattering over the foot as his love used him as a shoe, almost. He was panting, so close to his first climax, so close-
Slammed down to the floor once more, harder than before, the stallion felt his cock basically explode. His climax rushed over him with more power than the pain that was flooding his body, pushing it out of his mind for a moment. For a blessed few seconds, his entire body was suffused with the total joy and love that he felt for Lawliet, and with the sheer strength of the pleasure that was running through his body from the climax.
To him, it felt as though he had cum hard enough to make a large puddle, even to the perspective of the giant rat. In reality, there was little more than a little dot of cum on Lawliet's foot, though it spread from the heel to the arch, some of it coating his belly with its stickiness.
Lawliet paused in his stomping and walking, and slowly lifted the foot Brumby was stuck to up to his face. He smiled at the way the stallion had cum on his foot, and stroked a finger along Brumby's back. Shivering, the stallion barely was cognizant of the rat's words. Still slipping and sliding, mentally, in his afterglow, he barely noticed that Lawliet was hopping on one foot over to the bed. As the rat moved onto the bed, Brumby finally realized what his lover had said.
"The bed looks like a good trampoline," was what the rat had said.
"Oh dear God!" Brumby gasped just before his back was pushed down against the bed. Smothered against Lawliet's foot once more, the sheer pressure of the rat's weight on him enough to keep him pressed into the musky, tense flesh. The stallion's body was shrieking at the pressure, his organs feeling like they were being flattened, sustained by the amulet, but still flattened inside of him.
As Lawliet gathered his energy, tensing for the first jump, the pressure increased, doubled, tripled over the stallion's body. Brumby would have shrieked out at the sheer pain that was filling his body, the pressure, the discomfort, if he hadn't been gagged by the flesh of Lawliet's foot. His head against the ball of the foot, rather than the toes, was in the perfect position to receive more and more pressure from the rat's foot as he bunched up his muscles...and jumped.
The sheer level of force shoved away form the legs in a jump is never accurately measured until one is between the foot and the ground, Brumby found out. No matter how much one might think that they're just jumping, they don't realize that they push down with enough force to shove their body weight off of the ground, which means they are shoving down with a great deal more than their bodyweight. Lawliet was no lightweight to begin with, and with all of the pressure that was shoved down on the stallion in the instant before he was pulled airborne, he almost lost consciousness.
Brumby panted heavily at the rapid rise he was pulled along, pulled off of the bed by the force of the leap. In a way, it was like a giant trampoline, one that could send a person up, up, up, and further upwards still, nearly ten times six times their natural height. But, then, trampolines didn't have a giant foot hanging over the person enjoying it, waiting to smash them back down to the ground.
He rose nearly three feet off of the bed, amazed that he was still rising before he felt Lawliet's rise stop, and then reverse. The pressure returned, forcing him down. Time seemed to stretch out for the stallion as he was pushed back down, increasingly quickly, faster than any other time he had been pushed down, pulled down by gravity and pushed down by his giant rat lover, pushing, falling down. He could barely breath, air rushing by so fast that he couldn't suck any in, and what little came in was mostly blocked by Lawliet's foot flesh, pressed down over his face.
Then he hit the bed. It was better than landing on the floor, but only just, as the kinetic energy shoved him down against the bed far harder than the simple walking motions from earlier. Brumby felt like a pancake as he was pressed, not into a gentle pillow, but into the sheets and covers of the bed. The ball of the foot pressed down against his face, nearly flattening his muzzle, which healed, and was flattened again as it entered a repeating cycle.
Already, he felt the bed pushing upwards again, forcing him back up against the foot. His legs, his lower legs and feet in particular, pressed up hard against the heel of the rat's foot. The friction of being rubbed against it was heating him up so much, almost burning hot, but rather than burning him, it made him sweat. He groaned, as his frame slicked up with sweat in an effort to cool down, a futile effort, one that only made him slide back and forth more and more against the rat's foot. Again, Lawliet was forced to grip him with his dexterous toes to keep him from sliding too much, pulling against the increasingly slick surface of the bottom of his foot.
The bed kept pushing against him, and hard enough to push Lawliet into another jump. Again, for the slightest of moments, the pressure was relieved, pulling him off of the bed and away from the crushing feeling of another on top of him.
Throughout all of this, despite the pain, his cock had stayed hard. Brumby groaned as he felt his hardness rub against the arch of the rat's foot, never going flaccid, no matter how short a time it had been since his last orgasm. He was panting, he was heaving, and he was almost crying, but that didn't mean that this torture wasn't fun to him.
Gravity pulled them down again, the freefall feeling resuming for the short time it took to land on the bed once more. The cushioning feeling of the sheets and covers was almost nonexistent for the stallion by this point, pushed down against them with enough force that they might as well not be there.
This time, there wasn't even a slight bit of time to enjoy the pause before a jump, as Lawliet immediately pushed upwards again. Forced hard against the bed, his back cushioned as his front was nearly pressed flat, Brumby moaned against the feet. Please, he pleaded, let this be the last one.
Immediately after he left the bed, Brumby realized they weren't flying straight up like they had before. They had launched at an angle, and after he managed to pull his head away from the bottom of the foot, and look down, he screamed in more than a little fear and surprise. They weren't heading for the bed, or even for the pillow. Lawliet had jumped in such a way that they would land on the carpeted floor, the very thinly carpeted, very hard floor.
His scream was cut off shortly after it started as he landed on the carpet, shoved down by the foot above him. His entire body screamed at him, his nerves on fire as his bones bent further and further, compacting downwards, his organs pressed against one another and sandwiched between his bones as never before, pinched in a way that made him roar out in pain against the foot. He roared, he screamed...and he came.
Twisting and groaning, nearly spasming under Lawliet's foot, Brumby came hard, shooting stream after stream of cum against the rat's foot, even more than the first time, spurting again and again until both the foot and his groin was soaked. His entire body shook, shivering at his immensely strong orgasm.
It was so strong that he barely noticed the little twists of the foot that Lawliet included, rubbing him against the carpet. All it did was push his orgasm to last a little longer, and then make his afterglow that much stronger.
Slowly, the afterglow faded from the stallion's mind, pushing him to conscious thought again. He groaned softly as he was slowly peeled off of Lawliet's foot. Rubbing his head, he tried to stand up, but promptly fell on his butt. His entire body felt like one well processed, shaky form of jell-o, shaking and wiggling one way and then the next with the slightest provocation.
Lawliet chuckled a bit at him, and held him in the palm of his fuzzy hand. "Mmm, you came twice already, Brumby. You must have really missed this," Lawliet said with a small smile. He tilted his hand a little bit to the side, and only a quick dive and grab of a finger kept him from falling to the ground.
"Yeah...I'm taking this off now," Brumby said, pointing to the amulet around his neck. "Could you put me on the bed, so I could take it off and not suddenly be full sized in your hand?"
Chuckling, Lawliet leaned over and placed the stallion on the bed. He slid onto the bed as well, sitting down and stroking himself just a little bit as he watched. Brumby smiled at the way that his lover was already so excited for his turn, and slowly pulled off the amulet.
Growing was a lot faster than shrinking, with this thing, and it was a lot less dizzying as well, since he was returning to his normal size. Within a second, he was back to his normal size, just a little taller than Lawliet was, and he was in a great deal less pain and discomfort as well. It was another function of the amulet. It allowed the discomfort to stay when you were in the small form, but when you were back to normal, all the pain, all the pressured discomfort was gone, as if it had never been. Only the memory remained, and to Brumby, that was more than enough.
Laying the amulet to the side, and holding Lawliet's arm to keep him from grabbing at it immediately, Brumby leaned in and kissed his lover on the cheek. The rat giggled a bit, lightly nipping him on the neck before they separated again.
Brumby pointed down at the rat's foot. "I left a decent bit of cum down there. Why don't you clean yourself up, hmm?" he said, teasingly. The stallion grinned as the rat didn't waste a moment, leaning down and picking up his foot by the ankle. He bent down, and started licking the cum right off of the skin, nuzzling at his foot as he licked every drop of stallion cum right off.
The stallion rubbed Lawliet's back gently, gently stroking his fingers through the light colored fur of his lover as he anticipated his turn to do the trampling. It was just as good on either end of it, they both agreed on that, but now that he had his fix of being trampled, he was eager to get to the trampling.
It didn't take long for the rat to finish licking his foot clean, and by that point, Brumby just wasn't going to wait much longer. With a playful spank to the rat's backside, he lifted the amulet and offered it to his lover, and waited. No matter how much he wanted this, no matter how much they had done this before, this was something they always did. It had to be willing, for the both of them. If the other wouldn't put the amulet on, then the one offering wouldn't force them.
Brumby smiled at his lover, and waited for the rat to take the amulet.
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The rat smiled at Brumby, and slowly reached out for the medallion. Lawliet could feel just how eager his lover was, even from here. It was easy to understand, considering he had the same eagerness burning through his veins. Truly, two weeks was too long to go without seeing one another, and far, far too long to go without being underfoot.
Clasping his fingers around the silver chain of the amulet, Lawliet lifted it from Brumby's hands, and held it in his hand. He just looked at it, enjoying the chance to tease his lover a little bit. "Who would have thought that someone would ever really invent something like this, hmm?" he whispered softly with a shake of his head.
"It's a good thing that they did," the stallion said, leaning in and caressing his cheek. "If it hadn't, we'd be stuck with all the stuff we did before...and unless you really want that instead of being under my feet, I'd put that amulet on. I want you under my feet, and I want you there now!" Brumby said, a little more forcefully, though with a smile of affection.
The rat smiled softly to himself, knowing that the stallion wasn't joking about that. He knew how eager he had been to stomp down on his lover, how much he had loved the crushing, bending body underneath his feet, and how much he loved the taste of stallion cum when it was licked off of his foot, and he knew how much Brumby liked it when he was under his feet. To keep teasing him now would be just a little bit mean.
Chuckling softly, he pulled the amulet over his head and settled it around his neck. The familiar glowing light lit up his entire body, filling him with both warmth and tightness. It pulled at him, sucking at his insides, pulling his limbs, his entire body inwards. Lawliet could feel himself relaxing a bit as the pull got stronger, pulling him to a smaller and smaller size. He kept his eyes open, and watched himself shrink. He didn't mind being dizzy, afterwards, because tonight he was shrinking second. If he had been the one to shrink first, then he would have kept his eyes shut so he wouldn't be dizzy when he grew again.
With the plan for him to spend the rest of the night under Brumby's soles, and the rest of his feet, however, there was no need to worry about that. And besides, being dizzy took one more bit of control from him, leaving him completely in the stallion's power.
And it was dizzying, the shrinking height especially. Everything seemed to fall away from him, as if it was pulled away from him. The room expanded around him as he fell from six feet in height to five, four, three, and further still. Everything was so much bigger, and as he turned to Brumby and almost fell over, he could tell that his lover was no exception to that perception. The stallion was looming large over him, and his posture, with one leg up over his lap, pointing a foot at his face, had to be intentional. Lawliet moaned, partly from the sheer dizziness, but more from the sight of getting a good view of his stallion's feet.
They were just as tough looking as before, and the rat giggled softly to himself as he watched the toes wiggle. His lover had to be doing that just for him, even with that innocent look on his face. Lawliet watched with a wide grin as the strong muscles under the flesh flexed and moved at the movements, pushing outwards a bit before retracting as the toes moved back, then repeating again.
They were almost hypnotic in their movements. Wiggling, up, down, and then flaring them from side to side. They were beautiful, to Lawliet.
And soon, they were bigger than his head, as his shrinking finally came to an end, leaving him at a height of no more and no less than a foot in height. He was little more than an action figure in size, if that, and he giggled a bit at how much smaller than his stallion lover he was. Squirming around, he hustled over to the pillow that still sat in the middle of the bed, and planted himself on it, laying on his back.
"Come on, lover," Lawliet said, wiggling around on the pillow in his excitement. "Let me be your little footrat again, please?!"
Chuckling, the stallion stood up on the bed, and straddled the pillow. "Mmmm, I've been looking forward to this for the last two weeks...I hope you don't have any other ideas for the night, because you're sticking to my feet for the next twelve hours, at least!"
Lawliet couldn't help giggling a bit at that announcement. It might have sounded threatening to any other person, but looking up at Brumby's feet, taking in the sheer strength that were inherent in that lowest but most wonderful part of his lover's body, he couldn't help but hope that he got even more than that.
The stallion lifted his foot over the rat, and Lawliet kept his eyes on it with a barely suppressed giggle. It was beautiful to him, and he loved the way that he could make out more and more detail about it as it came down, closer and closer to him. The size of it was larger than his own feet, and there was going to be space between heel and toes where he wouldn't quite touch. But Brumby would be moving around enough to make sure that it didn't bother either of them.
Slowly descending, Brumby's foot pressed down on the rat's body with the light pressure of a lover's caress. The tough skin, barely callused, but tough from walking barefoot all the time, rubbed against his body. Lawliet squirmed under it, his fur pressed down against his skin, instantly making it far hotter for him, warmer, making him break out in a sweat.
His head was pressed against the bulging ball of the stallion's foot, the muscles bulging out a bit. They pressed down against his face, stilling his slightly twitchy nose as the rest of his lover's foot came down, pressing down on the rest of his body.
The arches in particular were quite strong, a tendon bulging out a bit, pushing out and pulling in as Brumby flexed his feet. The line pressed against his body hard, shoving down then pulling back before shoving down again. It was like a steel bar running along his body, hard, heavy, and immovable, no matter how much he squirmed against it.
It pressed down against his belly, and one of his legs as it bulged out, pushing him against the pillow and making him sink deeply into it. Each little bulge made it happen again, and it even cut off his breath just a little bit when Brumby tensed it up when he wasn't expecting it, forcing a bit of air from his lungs.
His legs were covered by part of Brumby's heel, pushing against his legs from his feet and lower calves to the lower thighs, pressing hard. The rougher skin of the heel ground against his fuzzy legs with a great deal of force, making sure that his legs were kept completely flat against the pillow. The pressure grew, but slowly, letting him get used to it with each second that went by.
The smell of the stallion's feet added to the pressure, somehow, as the smell of musk, exertion, maleness, and even a bit of the rat's own foot smell pushed down at him, filling his nostrils with all sorts of scents. Already, he was panting, and they hadn't even gotten to the serious stuff yet.
His arousal was made apparent in the hardness that filled his cock and pressed up against Brumby's foot, and it was obvious that the little pricking that it caused was what caused the stallion's subsequent chuckle. Lawliet moaned softly at the feeling of the pressure increasing for a moment, at least a quarter of the stallion's weight coming down on him for a second before pulling back to what it had been.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd get hard already, Lawly," Brumby said with another small chuckle. He picked up his foot, and leaned down, sniffing at it lightly for a second before bursting out in laughter. "And you even pre-ing on my feet already. You really are pent up, aren't you, lover?" he teased, stomping his foot back down before the rat could get so much as a word in.
The pressure was three times as strong for a brief moment, much more of the stallion's weight pressed down on him, most particularly on his face and on his legs, where the heel and the ball of the foot transferred most of the weight. His muzzle flattened for a moment before the amulet restored it, and his feet would have turned into pancakes if the amulet hadn't been there to keep them whole.
Brumby lifted his foot again, and stomped down hard, each one coming down in rapid succession, nearly three stomps per second, and each one pushing Lawliet further and further into the pillow as it didn't have the chance to re-inflate under him from the pressure coming down. He sagged further and further into the comfortable fabric, his front sporting visible bruises for a few seconds before the amulet caught up to the stomping. No matter the fact that the bruises disappeared, however, the pain, the fire that was the pain, stayed, particularly in his muzzle and in his legs, where the pressure was coming down hardest.
The pain reminded him of what he had been doing to Brumby just a few minutes ago, pushing him down against the pillow and the floor just like this. It made him blush a bit, knowing that his lover had managed to hold onto his load a lot longer than he had, and kept his excitement under control.
Lawliet had no chance to do even that much. Pent up after this long, he arched his back on the pillow, thrusting his hips upwards at the next stomp. The slight extra friction against his cock was enough to send him off into his first orgasm, his member rubbing against the firm skin of the stallion's arch, and pulsing as he shot his first load of the night.
The foot on him paused, then moved up and down in the same movement one would use on a door mat, scraping one's feet clean. The horse's foot rubbed up and down his body, the ball of the foot going over his head, and then the toes going down to his chest, over and over, the movements not only rubbing Lawliet in a whole new way, but also cleaning the cum off of the horse's foot, wiping it onto the rat's fur.
Slowly, the foot lifted again, and Brumby shifted his position. He stood with one foot near Lawliet's head, the other near his feet. The rat recognized this positioning, not only from doing it himself just a little bit earlier, but because his lover had done this so many times before. He moaned softly, his member staying quite hard in anticipation.
Brumby's legs tensed up on both sides of him, the muscles bunching up. From this size, it was so clear, so obvious what the muscles were doing. Lawliet could see it in so much more detail now, and he reveled in the wonderful body of his lover, not for the first time knowing how lucky he was that Brumby was his, and he was Brumby's.
The muscles released, carrying the stallion into the air, his head nearly touching the ceiling. At the apex of the jump, the stallion turned to smile down at him, and Lawliet smiled right back, looking up between the feet, up past the stallion's hardening member, and right at his lover's face.
Then gravity kicked back in, and pulled Brumby back down. The rat looked up with a moan at the feet that were pulled together, pushed together, so that there wouldn't be a single bit of him uncovered by the stallion's large feet.
They slammed down hard on him, the right foot covering him from the waist up, the left covering him from the waist down. It was a simultaneous one two punch against his body, the two large, powerful feet slamming him deep into the pillow, pushing him almost against the mattress through the covers with the sheer force of it. The weight of the stallion should have crushed him flat, should have done much more than it did, but the amulet healed everything instantly.
Nevertheless, he felt stuck to the stallion's feet from the powerful jump, and as the bed pushed back, forcing the stallion into another jump, he stuck to the tough underside. Lawliet wrapped his arms around whatever parts of the feet he could reach, hugging them for dear life as he was yanked off of the bed by the stallion's jump. He couldn't see, and he was still so dizzy that he couldn't tell whether they were going straight up or moving off to the side.
Thankfully, for now, they were sticking to the bed. Unfortunately, they moved away from the pillow, and there was only the scant cushioning that the sheets and covers provided between the rat and the mattress. He panted each time that he felt his bones stretching, bending almost to the verge of breaking, which was every time that he came down onto the bed. Brumby carried him along with each jump, the pressure of each jump enough to force him to stick to the feet that caused him so much pain and pleasure.
With his arms outstretched, hugging the stallion's feet to keep them close, they were slammed with even more pressure than his body was. The rat's arms were slammed down hard, with one under the ball of a foot, and the other very close to the heel. Almost the entire weight of Brumby's right side came down on his arms, and it made them burn with the sheer pressure and pain that it produced.
Nearly four minutes of jumping later, Brumby slowed to a stop. He reached down, and adjusted Lawliet's place, pulling him off of his foot with a rrrrrrrip kind of sound. The rat moaned softly, shaking a little bit from the intensity of it all.
Brumby looked him in the eye, and chuckled. "The hotel doesn't really like me walking barefoot outside of the room, so I'm going to have to adjust our plans just a little bit. Don't worry, you'll still be...quite...close," the stallion said with a teasing, mischievous chuckle.
Before Lawliet could do so much as question his lover, he was dropped from the bed to a sandal that was waiting by the side. Slipping a bit on the sweat slick leather, he nearly fell down to the heel of the sandal before Brumby's foot came down. The stallion's foot held him quite still, keeping him about at the middle of the sandal and making him into a comfort support for the arch, almost.
He barely heard Brumby slip on his other sandal before the stallion stood up. Again, half of his weight, at least, was pressed down on the rat's body, and it was enough to make him squeak in pain and discomfort, though there was still pleasure in it as well.
It might as well have been silence for how much the stallion listened to it, however.
After being shifted around a little bit as the stallion adjusted the sandals to his feet a little better, Lawliet felt the sandal he was in lift up. The toes and ball of the foot held him down, but his feet and his legs were sticking out from the way the sandal fell away from Brumby's foot. It was a shift from incredible heat to room temperature, and the cool air made him shiver as it blew along his legs.
The stallion was obviously leaving the room, as the sound of a shutting door and the smells of another sort of room filled the rat's nose. The feeling of pressure was a lot stronger as well, when the sandal came down, so they were obviously not walking on carpet anymore.
Step after step after step, Lawliet was smashed down into the base of the sandal, pushed against the leather which stank of the wonderful scent of his lover's feet. Sandwiched between a depository of the smell and the source of it, as well as being pinned down between the two of them in a way that just couldn't be duplicated any other way, the rat was in heaven.
There were sounds of others around them, of other hotel occupants and the workers there saying hello to the stallion, but he never gave any sign of Lawliet's little hiding place. Even though there had to be a few of the occupants that saw him with his tiny little legs hanging out from the edge of the sandal, Lawliet couldn't hear a single word that mentioned it. Nevertheless, he couldn't quite help blushing as hard as he was.
Eventually, Brumby stopped. The sudden stop of motion, and the steady pressure where it had been on and off before, caught the rat by surprise, and he squeaked from beneath the weight of the sandal on top of him. No response. He poked the side of the stallion's foot. No response, but there was a little shift in the weight of the stallion, pushing him down harder against the sandal, forcing him to feel more of the weight, and pinning him down more effectively. Again, the tendon that ran along the length of the arch bulged out, and pressed down hard against his body, and he moaned.
A clattering sound could be heard nearby, and Lawliet wondered just what the stallion was doing. It almost sounded like he was filling up an ice bucket, but there was nothing left back in the hotel room that would need any ice. He couldn't think of anything, anyway. The stallion took a few steps, the pressure cutting off the thought process as it was a little faster than before, and stopped again. This time, there was a familiar sound of a snack vending machine, and the sound of a larger bag hitting the bottom tray before the clink of coins being returned was heard.
Lawliet wondered what his lover was up to, but each time he tried to think about what it could be, Brumby moved in a way that either broke his train of thought through pressure, or through pleasure. When he bent down to pick up the snack from the vending machine, the pressure on his chest and face increased, doubled, while the pressure on his legs and his crotch halved, causing the rat to groan out softly.
Then it was back to walking, back to the familiar on and off of the pressure that slammed down against his body. He squeaked in pain and discomfort, and moaned in pleasure, but no matter what he did, the stallion didn't react in the least. It was like the stallion had completely forgotten that he was down there.
That particular thought made the rat pant softly against the ball of the foot, moaning softly at the thought of being stuck here until his lover remembered where he was.
Each step alternated between pressure on his entire body to pressure on his upper half alone, the ball of the foot nearly crushing his head against the sandal underneath it. Each step pounded him further into the supple material of the sandals, each step pushing him deeper into the depression shaped just like his body, but it never grew deep enough to allow him any chance to escape the sensations of being trapped, trod upon.
Down the hall he was pulled, each step on something harder than carpet sending shockwaves through his small body. Lawliet groaned heavily with each step, the wonderful aching in his body making him pant in pleasure as well. His member was being pushed towards a third orgasm, and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold out before it happened.
Brumby stopped again, his full weight pushing down on the rat's body. He stood quite still, though there was still a little shifting from foot to foot. Lawliet panted softly, and patted at his lover's foot, trying to get some attention, and failing to get it. Each little shift was rubbing the little ridges, the little lines apparent on every person's foot, against the rat's belly, his shaft, his chest, everything. It ruffled at his fur and his body, and his cock spasmed as it neared a third orgasm.
Before he could get it, however, the stallion started walking again. This time, it was back on to carpet, so Lawliet assumed they were back in their room. He wasn't sure what the entire purpose of the walk had been, but it had been so hot to be carried around in the stallion's shoes that he was almost sad that it was over.
Or was it? They might have been back in the room, but the stallion hadn't taken the sandals off, not yet. They were still on, and each step pushed him further against the foot scented surface, sandwiched him more and more effectively between the hot, firm surface of the stallion's powerful foot. He couldn't move so much as an inch now, even when the back of the sandal fell away from the stallion's feet. He was just too stuck to one or the other surface to accomplish that.
He heard the sound of a bucket being placed on a hard surface, and then another little clattering sound. It was confusing him so much, wondering what on earth was happening there. He would ask, but his mouth was completely sealed, gagged, by the ball of the foot that pressed down on him.
Suddenly, the pressure increased, fourfold, at least, that was how it felt. The stallion had to be standing on just one foot, now, and unfortunately-fortunately, both feelings at the same time, it was the foot that he was under. He cried out at the increased pressure, at the feelings of his bones constantly caving in and being healed, caving in again towards his organs before being healed again. It was a repeated cycle, and due to the way that the stallion wasn't moving in the least, he wasn't able to get the slightest relief.
Brumby held him there for at least five minutes, his body stuck in place and unable to leave that place no matter how much he panted and pleaded. His pleas went unheard, and his pants might as well have been silent, because there was nothing that would attract the stallion's attention. The pressure pushed down harder on him for a moment, as the stallion adjusted himself, and it rubbed him in just the right way, rubbed him just in the right place, that he couldn't help but groan as his third orgasm ripped its way through his body, pushing him up on clouds of pleasure as he came all over the arch and heel of the stallion's foot.
He might have been mistaken, but Lawliet almost thought that he heard the sound of a wry chuckle from his lover at the climax. He was still floating on the clouds of his afterglow, though, so that might have been a mistaken assumption. Still, it was something that told him that Brumby still knew that he was under here. Maybe.
After what seemed an eternity, the stallion seemed to stand on both feet again, rather than just on one. The devastating pressure and pleasure pulled back just a little bit, back down to bearable levels, and Lawliet panted in relief. It was needed so badly, and if he could have, he would have fallen to his knees in front of the stallion and thanked him over and over.
It wouldn't have mattered if he did, of course, but he would have done it.
The familiar sensation of walking started again, and Lawliet groaned. How much longer did the stallion plan to torment him with this pleasure torture? It was getting so hard to endure it, and if he was pushed much further, he'd be dry climaxing over and over against these wonderful feet, and that would really be hard to take.
Panting and moaning and groaning with each step, Lawliet felt them pass from the carpet to another surface. Linoleum in the bathroom, maybe. He couldn't quite be sure, not right-
Water running, tinkling, spraying could be heard, like from a shower faucet. The bathroom. They were in the bathroom, and from the sounds of it, Brumby was planning to take a shower while the rat was still in his sandals, still completely helpless.
Lawliet could hear the sounds of clothes being discarded, shirt, pants, underwear, all of it landing on the floor by the stallion's feet. The pants in particular were a little awkward, sliding them off while the sandals were still on, but somehow Brumby managed to do it without releasing the rat from his little leather prison. The rat wasn't sure if he was happy or exasperated at that.
He almost wished that he was a little bit further up against the foot, so that his head would peak up between the toes of the stallion. That way, he could see his lover's wonderful body and still be stuck between the sandal and the foot. Of course, if he did that, he would have a far harder time actually living through the experience, since he wouldn't have the foot to shield from the majority of the water in the shower. So, thinking about it, the rat decided that he was fine right where he was.
Two steps brought the two of them into the shower. Almost instantly, the heat that had surrounded the rat from the instant he had been slipped into the sandal tripled. All of his body fur wilted down at the moisture in the air and from the sweat that was pouring off of his body. Panting from the sudden temperature increase, the rat pushed weakly at the foot above him.
It was totally futile, and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He needed some relief-no, he didn't, he wanted this more than anything-no, he needed out-no, he needed to stay...he didn't know anymore. His brain was a fog as discomfort, pain, arousal, and pleasure swirled together into one burning fire inside him.
Brumby's legs moved slightly, shifting from one foot to another. Each time he pulled up the foot that Lawliet was riding beneath, a flood of shower water shot at him from around the stallion's heel, drenching him up to the chest, flattening his fur flat against his body before it rushed back out. It would slowly rise up towards his face, but the pressure of foot against sandal kept it out.
When he was pressed down against the shower floor, he could feel his entire posterior, head to toe, being saturated with the water that stayed in the bathtub part of the shower. The heat made him groan, nearly scalding him through his fur, but he couldn't move, couldn't swim, couldn't do a thing to move away from it. The heat from the water was matched by the heat of the stallion foot atop him, and he groaned at the way that he was pinned like this, pinned by the pressure in this room.
Each time the stallion shifted his position, Lawliet was pushed down against the sandal hard, and pushed up against the foot just as hard, his body massaged and pounded in a most brutal-yet pleasurable-way. The amulet barely seemed to keep up with the pressure, whether the pressure was the constant push of stillness or the alternating step and push of shifting. His bones felt like mush, and his organs didn't feel far behind.
The stallion was moaning softly every few seconds, though not in a sexual way. It was more the way someone would moan with supreme comfort. For some reason, Lawliet found himself doing the same thing, though in a far quieter tone. It was comfortable, despite the pain, here on the underside of the stallion's foot. And he had asked to be here, to be the stallion's little foot rat. And despite all the discomfort and pain that he had suffered so far, he was loving this whole experience, as his broad smile and stiff prick could attest to.
Brumby adjusted himself once more, and this time when he pushed back down, Lawliet felt himself shifted ever so slightly. His feet and part of his legs were hanging out from behind the stallion's heel this time, and his face was pressed right against the arch of the stallion's foot. More water was bombarding his face, but it was a little roomier, and his face was able to get a little bit of a rest from being flattened. However, his legs...
His legs were being crushed under the stallion's heel, from the lower calves upwards. A great deal of Brumby's weight was coming down on them, and he nearly shrieked at the pressure and pain that he felt from that. His legs bent in entirely the wrong direction before they were healed by the amulet, then bent around again, starting a vicious cycle.
And all the while, he was trapped underneath the feet, being bombarded by the water from above, washing him with the water that sluiced its way down the stallion's body. It was almost painfully strong, and now that he was out of the space under the ball of the foot, he was spluttering for a breath with each second that went by.
The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it felt like it would never end. But eventually it did. Lawliet felt the water slow, then stop, leaving him with just the water and moisture that stuck to his body and sandals. He panted softly to himself as the stallion stepped out of the shower, welcoming the feeling of the pressure on him as it squeezed some of the excess water out of his fur.
From his new position, he could somewhat see up the side of his lover's body, looking at him as he toweled himself dry. The towel slid over the short body fur of the stallion, collecting drop after drop of water with each movement. Slowly, it moved its way down, and Lawliet prayed that he would get to have a chance to enjoy a bit of attention from it, if only to feel his lover caring for him and rubbing him dry, but that was for another time, it seemed, as the towel never came down past the ankles.
The ball of the foot pressed just above his head, catching his ears and smashing down on them hard. The same happened to his legs as the stallion started walking again, back out into the bedroom. He paused just long enough to get dressed, and then walked back out into the hallways, the increased pressure making Lawliet groan again. Where was the stallion going this time?!
Sounds and smells were getting harder and harder to differentiate, after being down here so long, but even through the footsteps and the pressure that resulted from them, even through the bone bending pain and pleasure that coursed through the rat's body, he could still sense a few things. He smelled food, and he heard the sounds of cooking as they entered one room. He could smell the scent of well prepared meats and appetizers, and he could hear the sounds of paper, maybe bills, rustling as they exchanged hands. The stillness, the lack of footsteps when he heard that, seemed to support the idea of the stallion buying up a few things from the kitchen or wherever they were in the hotel.
Then they were walking again, the pressure seeming even greater than when they had started. Even though he had been down here, under the stallion's feet, many times before, he could never remember Brumby's feet pushing down on him this hard. He could never remember the amulet pushing out the healing power this much, keeping him from breaking or bending too far.
And he could never remember his cock being this hard down here. His little prick was pressing up against the stallion's foot hard, even though the pressure threatened to flatten it and bend it with each snap. His cock pulsed hard against the foot above it, needing, wanting another orgasm, but not quite ready for it yet.
Lawliet heard Brumby open the door to their hotel room once more, and he panted softly as the pressure was lightly moved off of him by the carpet, cushioning him ever so slightly. The sandal had to be permanently with his body shape, by now, he was sure. There had been so much pressure on him, and he had been down here for over an hour, maybe over two hours, and if there wasn't the imprint of his body here on the sandal, he would eat his...well, he'd eat something.
Peeking out from under the opening of the stallion's arch, where he could see a little bit of what was happening around him, Lawliet noticed that the stallion was pulling a chair out from near a table. The clinking bucket from earlier was set on the table, and so was a plate of food, from what he could hear and smell.
The stallion was having dinner, and he still had to stay in the sandal! And he was having a chilled drink, as well, Lawliet realized as he heard the sound of something being poured into a glass. That was what the ice had been for earlier, just to chill a bottle of...whatever it was.
Smells of food, of well cooked dinner, drifted down to the rat's nose. It was filtered through the smell of Brumby's foot, but it was still delicious, and his mouth watered. A little of the saliva pressed against the foot above him, but not much. Squirming, the rat tried to pull himself free, to pull out and get to the plate of food on the table, but there was still enough pressure to hold him down against the sandal.
The stallion was eating in a louder manner than normal, chomping through several different bites of food at once. Moans of appreciation for the food turned to little vibrations that channeled down the stallion's body, coming all the way down to the rat's location and buzzing him gently. It almost made him giggle, and it would have if the discomfort and pressure from the foot hadn't stayed so constant. There was nothing for relief, not even a shift of position from one spot to another. It was just constant pressure, only slightly lighter than if the stallion was standing up.
Squirming against the foot a little more, trying to get a little more notice, the rat managed to move maybe an inch in any direction. To his current size, that was between a half a foot and a foot in any direction, which wasn't all that much under this massive piece of flesh. No matter how much he moved, though, the pressure remained constant, and he was still ignored.
Minutes ticked by, minutes that seemed like hours in comparison to the time he spent free, out from under Brumby's feet. The body heat of the stallion, amplified by the shower heat that stuck around, pushed down at Lawliet with just as much pressure as the weight of the stallion, holding him flat against the sandal and panting for every breath.
Yet he still loved it. He loved it more than he could ever say, ever express, and his moans were equally pained and pleasured. Half of his movements were rubbing his desperate, needy member up against the length of the foot above him, to get the most pleasure that he could.
Only the tip of his member was really able to rub against the part of the foot that held it down, as the heel pressed down on him quite firmly at that point, and he couldn't really move much. Nevertheless, he panted at the feeling of the tough, firm flesh pressing against his shaft. The tip was leaking pre like mad, and it was slicking up the firm flesh, making his member slide along it more and more.
It was heaven. Then Brumby moved a bit, turning his body in his chair, and stood up. The sudden additional pressure, squishing his body back against the sandal, and molding his front against the bottom of the stallion's foot, pulled him over the edge to another orgasm. He shrieked, which was really barely a squeak by this point, and came hard against the foot pushing down on him, again and again. It felt like his balls were emptied by this orgasm, and he was left a panting, quivering shell of what he had been before he had gone under the stallion's feet.
As he slowly recovered from that climax, he realized the pressure wasn't on him anymore. Slowly blinking his eyes as he came back to his senses, the rat looked up at the ceiling, seeing a light on, and he wondered for a moment what was missing from this picture. Something was a little off, something was missing.
Then he realized that he wasn't seeing Brumby's feet anymore. He blinked a bit, and tried to pull himself up from the sandal. No matter how hard he pulled, however, he was stuck fast to the material of the sandals, holding him down against it with quite a bit of stickiness. Panting softly after giving up, he looked to the side, seeing his lover sitting on the bed. His head rested on a fist, and he was smiling at Lawliet's futile efforts to free himself from the slick, slightly smelly footwear.
"You seemed to pass out for a moment, after I finished eating," the stallion said with a chuckle. "I kept walking for another few minutes, but after you didn't respond, I thought you needed a bit of a break. And besides, it's time for us to get some sleep, I think."
Lawliet blinked at that. He must have had one heck of an orgasm for him to black out after that. He looked up at the clock on the room's wall, and blinked at it. It was after ten o'clock already?! That meant he had been underfoot for over two hours, at least! Maybe more! That had to be one of the longest times that the stallion had kept him underfoot, to date.
He turned back to Brumby, and nodded at his still stuck form. "Could you help me out of this? You pushed me down so much that I can't get myself out of this. I think you're going to have a little imprint of me in your sandal from now on, after you stuck me here for so long," the rat said jokingly.
The stallion blinked a bit, and reached down. Picking up the sandal, he set it in his lap, and gripped the rat carefully by the shoulders. Slowly pulling him up, he paused now and then, little ripping sounds being heard from the sandal as the rat came free. Lawliet grunted softly at the ripping, sure that he had to be losing a little bit of fur, but he just nodded for the stallion to continue, and not stop.
When he was finally pulled all the way off, the two of them looked at the sandal. There certainly was an imprint of Lawliet's body left in the sandal, two imprints, in fact. The first, and shallower one, was where the feet had stuck out from the heel, and where the rat's legs had almost been crushed, multiple times. The second, and deeper, more visible one, was where he had been when he'd started, stretched out across the bottom of the sandals and completely hidden from view.
The stallion laughed, and Lawliet looked up at him curiously. "What's so funny, Brumby?"
"Looks like I got myself a personal little carrying case for my little footrat, here," the stallion said with a second chuckle, rubbing the rat's head lightly with one hand, and the sandal with the other. Lawliet's eyes went a little wide at the thought of that. If the stallion decided to actually do that, to carry him around underfoot during travel, or simply when they went from one place to another...
He shivered at that, his member trying and failing to rise once more. It had been milked quite effectively this night, and there was no way that it was coming up again without a little more incentive than that little thought. Still, he came quite close to getting hard again.
Trying to shift the topic to something else, something that would be a little less pleasurable for a while and more normal, Lawliet asked, "Did you happen to save me a little bit of dinner? I didn't have much to eat before I rushed over, and I kinda need something in my stomach."
In answer, the stallion picked him up, and carried him. It was a little comforting to be in his lover's hands, and the rat snuggled into them gently.
Of course, he hadn't expected to see a sock on the table, rather than food. After Brumby set him down on the table, Lawliet wobbled over towards the sock, and leaned on it. He felt along the side of it, until he reached the bottom of it, where the base of the stallion's feet would have pressed, if it was one of his socks. There was something in there, maybe food, maybe something else.
Looking over his shoulder, Lawliet asked, "Is...my dinner in there, or is there another surprise waiting for me down there?"
"Why don't you go inside and find out, Lawly?" the stallion said with a chuckle.
Well, there was no way that he could resist a challenge like that. Giggling a bit to himself, the rat scurried over to the opening of the sock. He kept to all fours, since it made his balance a little better after being stomped, slammed, ground against, and generally trampled. His little paws were able to pull the sock open quickly enough, and he slid inside.
No sooner had he reached the bottom, however, than the sock was lifted up. He lost his balance and slid down to the bottom of the sock with a loud squeak, and when he turned around to try and find his way out, all that he could see was the opening being tied closed. Slipping again, his head bumped against a square of cheese that the stallion had evidently put into the sock for him. Cliché as hell, but it was something to eat, and it was something that was big enough for him to get full with.
He munched on it slowly, enjoying the nice cheddar taste as the sock he was in bounced. Brumby was carrying him along somewhere, probably to the bed. The soft bouncing of the cushions answered that little question, and he groaned a bit as he bounced up and down on the bed a few times before settling down.
The bed shifted for a moment as the stallion slipped into it as well. "Well, Lawly, I think it's bedtime for the both of us. I'll make sure to let you out in the morning...Maybe. Then again, I might just keep you in there when I leave, let you ride around in my sock when I drive home," Brumby said with a little chuckle. That little threat was more than enough to make the rat's cock rise again, but he didn't reach for it, this time. He just smiled and enjoyed the thought.
He was pushed down towards the other side of the bed, towards the foot of the bed, and kept under the sheets. The moment he felt the pushing stop, he felt Brumby's warm feet press against the sock, against him through it. The toes drummed at him lightly, and he gently pushed back against them through the fabric, giving them a few awkward hugs as best he could.
Chuckling, the stallion patted him with the feet, and sighed softly. "Sleep well, Lawliet," Brumby said softly before going silent, wiggling around in the bed a bit before he got comfortable.
Through a mouthful of cheese, Lawliet whispered, "Good night, Brumby...I love you..." before settling into a comfortable spot for himself.
The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was simple, yet it warmed his heart so much.
"I love you too, Lawliet."