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"This is my desire," Sora said, finishing the incantation. It was just supposed to be another harmless bit of roleplay, done with a friend, over voice chat. Fter a few moments of silence, the distinct sound of the call disconnecting chimed in response. Upon discovering the rest of the Internet had also gone down, the red-feathered phoenix grumbled and walked toward the living room, trying to investigate.

Rather than just going into an empty living room, however, Sora found himself looking up at a blue-and-black dragon, at least thrice his size, who had sat down and took up most of the couch. His white mane brushed against the ceiling. His scales seemed to glisten in the light, as if slightly wet to the touch. Next to him sat a narwhal of similar size, with black hide, silver horn, and red eyes that seemed to pierce right through Sora as the phoenix looked up nervously.

The two barely fit on the couch at all, and the furniture strained under their combined weight. Both sat with their feet resting on their heels, presenting the soles to Sora. "Your desire?" The narwhal said, his bass-heavy voice reverberating through Sora's chest. "Oh, that can most certainly be arranged, my dear phoenix. Come," he continued, gesturing to the space on the floor in front of the two giants, "Take your place. The place you know you want. The place you long to be. Beneath the feet of those bigger, better, and stronger than you. Give yourself to us."

Sora hesitated briefly. This was what he said he wanted on the voice chat earlier. He just didn't expect he'd ever be so fortunate as to get it. It had to be impossible though, right? Some sort of weird hypnotic trick? If so, surely it would be harmless to indulge himself in this. Without a word, he moved toward the couch, leaving himself very much towered over by these males. The dragon flexed his toes in front of Sora's beak to get the bird's attention, before moving that foot up and onto Sora. The weight of a massive heel upon his shoulder made the weaker phoenix's knees buckle, leaving him on his knees before the dragon.

"You should learn to listen, bird." The dragon's voice was slightly higher in tone but no less commanding than the narwhal's. "You asked for this and you're getting it. So if you're wanting to be a paw bitch," the dragon's other foot came in and pressed against Sora's hips, sending the bird onto the ground, parallel to the sofa, and entirely at the mercy of the feet above him, "You should get under our feet like you wanted."

That suddenly aggressive tone left Sora worried, though it is not something he was afforded much time to think about. The narwhal's shifted position as well, until all four of those feet were covering parts of his body. Between them, the two males could - just barely - completely engulf the phoenix just by the width of their feet. The dragon had covered most of Sora's upper body, with one foot over his face and the other on his torso. He made sure to leave the beak between two toes, so he could toy with it just with a little longer. The narwhal's feet, meanwhile, had free reign over Sora's lower half. The smallest toes of the narwhal's left foot rested heavily against Sora's feet; even one toe was enough to cover Sora's ankle.

The pressure was firm but forgiving, as the males kept Sora in place, mostly nestled in against the underside of their toes. It was warm - surprisingly so - and Sora's naturally fiery body heat amplified that effect. "Better, Sora," said the narwhal. Sora knew he hadn't given his name, but in a dream, who cares about such details? "Isn't this what you wanted? To give yourself completely to bigger men who will take everything of yours? Your girlfriend, your home, your body, your life..." With each of those items, the narwhal's feet pressed more firmly against Sora's legs, until something snapped upon the final item in that list. Sora tried to cry out, but the dragon's toes simply clenched around the beak, silencing the phoenix before he could even start.

"Oh, don't be afraid, Sora," the narwhal continued, "We're just giving you wanted. To be used like a doormat, reduced to a bug, and ground out like a cigarette." The dragon's left foot started to press threateningly upon Sora's torso, making the bird's fragile ribs strain. "But if you want to survive for a while longer, you can start by licking between my friend's toes. I'm sure the dragon will allow you to breathe for a few minutes longer if you make your tongue useful. Right Azure?"

"Only if the bird is good at it." The toes around Sora's beak unclenched, giving the bird a chance to breathe again, though the air was heavy with the scent of those toes. "Get on with it. If you're as bad with your tongue as you are at thanking us for offering to trample the life out of you, you're not even going to have time to clean these out before I break you in half." With a nervous sound, Sora took the dragon up on that. The blue scales between his toes gave way to a black sole, giving Sora plenty of opportunity to figure out where to begin. "Dig your tongue in there, pawbitch." The dragon's foot ground down upon the phoenix's stomach, nearly making him retch. Now."

Sora didn't waste any more time before starting to lick. His tongue was small, certainly - bird tongues are not meant for such things - but it did let him dig in between scales and otherwise reach those places that the dragon might not have even thought to reach. A deep rumbling from above gave Sora hope, though the dragon did shove his foot back down again. That foot controlled Sora's head, shoving it this way and that, silently demanding attention wherever and whenever the dragon wanted it. Those dark soles left Sora little chance to see; there was just the ability to lick as he had been instructed. Nothing but licking, digging into those scales, slurping at the underside of toes, or anything else the dragon wanted. All Sora could taste was the dragon's sweat; all Sora could smell is the dragon's scent.

After some time, the narwhal spoke up again. "My turn," he said simply. Azure lifted his feet away, leaving Sora temporarily blinded by the light of the room. While he was dazed, the narwhal dragged Sora across the carpet, causing a few feathers to be torn off against the rougher surface on the floor. Sora's vision scarcely had time to clear before the heavy, human-like feet of the narwhal settled upon him, pressing in with the same firm pressure that the dragon had exerted. He only had a brief moment to realize that the narwhal was now able to cover his entire body with both feet, rather than needing the dragon to help him with that task. "Lick," was the simple command, uttered with irresistible force, once again taking Sora's thoughts away from anything else other than worshipping the foot of a superior creature with his tongue.

"That's it, keep licking, my little bird. Smaller and smaller, until you become the ant you really desire," the narwhal briefly lifted a foot so Sora could see just how insignificant he is compared to it, before settling the weight down once again. "You don't need your body, do you? You just want to be a little speck under my foot." The foot pressed down again, this time with the ball pressing firmly into Sora's chest. "Or perhaps you'd rather be a smear between my toes." The narwhal's toes squeezed around Sora's beak, briefly cutting off his air until they relented. "Or do you have other desires, hmm? Things you haven't dared thinking about? Or are you simply too aroused by being under the feet of a demon and a dragon to care?" With that, the narwhal - the demon - relented and pressed a toe firmly against Sora's groin, grinding the phoenix's shaft into his feathers, eliciting a whimper from the increasingly insignificant bird.

"You're being too kind to the bug," Azure said, placing a large toe firmly onto the phoenix's upturned face. "The bug begged to be treated like a sweat rag. A doormat. Like a pest who deserves to get snuffed out for no reason other than being pathetic in the wrong place at the wrong time." The words made Sora squirm, especially as the demon's toe continued to press down into Sora's groin, just to taunt the bird about how turned on he was by his own impending doom.

With the narwhal's toe still grinding into Sora's crotch, Azure's foot slid back and forth across Sora's face, using the bird as a doormat. An increasingly ineffective doormat, given that Azure could no longer get even the entire width of one foot across the phoenix's upper body. The ruthless pressure twisted Sora's body back and forth, forcing his body to roll around into the carpet. More feathers were tugged off; some stuck to the dragon's sole, much to the giant's amusement. "See this?" Azure said, lifting his foot over Sora's face. "This is where you're gonna get crushed. Right here. Right where this feather is. You should thank me for letting you be the bug I get off to breaking today."

Sora tried to offer those thanks, but Azure just shoved his foot back onto the bird's beak. "Your tongue has better uses than speaking. Hey, Osimaret, shrink this damn thing already. I want to get off on ending it."

"Oh, have a little patience, Azure. Allow our little sacrifice to have one last orgasm before we see him off, shall we? We certainly have more time than he does. And far, far more size, don't you agree?" Osimaret started to shrink the phoenix once more, this time allowing Sora to fully see the changes. The narwhal's toe could now completely cover the phoenix's groin, and was starting to force his thighs to spread. The dragon snorted in displeasure, but played along for now. He rested his largest toe on Sora's chest and lifted the rest of his foot up, allowing Sora to have a good view of the sole that was soon to be his demise, while the faces glaring down at him seemed ever more distant. The underside of those toes was near his beak, once again giving the phoenix an intense breath of that scent. Moreover, the dragon's foot effectively blinded him to what the demon was doing below, as the narwhal's feet continued to play around with Sora's cock.

Sora snapped out of it long enough to act in self defense, trying to push the dragon's foot off his chest. Instead, he couldn't make the toes budge in the slightest. The scales didn't yield at all, and the dense flesh of a toe barely allowed a dent even when the phoenix tried his hardest to press it away. Pushing back at the narwhal was equally useless. Even using both hands, he couldn't move the toe of the demon off his groin, even as he was left whimpering at his legs being spread by that casual effort.

The helplessness of his situation put him over the edge. Sora's cock hardened and his body tensed, before he was left riding an orgasm that would be his last. His cum couldn't even paint the single toe of a demon, even as the narwhal continued to milk him dry, grinding steadily up and down, back and forth, until the phoenix was left dry-firing a few more rounds, "Very good, sacrifice," Osimaret said as the feet were slowly lifted off the phoenix's body. "Shall I allow you the final honor of licking your leavings off my toes before we end you?"

"No," Azure responded, using his toe once more on Sora's head to press it into the ground. "Get this bug's life over with."

Sighing, Osimaret glared over at his companion. "You really do insist on getting it over with, don't you? Very well. Squeeze your toes around the sacrifice and I'll ensure it stays there."

Azure's laughter was cruel as he moved the phoenix into place. The next toe over slid beneath the phoenix's head, while the other continued to serve as a near-blindfold. With a few words in a language Sora couldn't recognize, he felt a sense of vertigo and intense pressure over his entire body. The pain made him scream, a sound that increased in pitch as his size plunged into the size of an ant. A bug. A true insect size, just as he had begged for. Sora could stand up on the scales between the dragon's two largest toes and still fail to reach the top of either of them; in his current state, even remaining on all fours was a challenge, as he looked up to the dragon and demon as if they were mythological gods looming in the sky.

"Any last words, Sora?" Osimaret said, moving his foot in closer. "You're too small for us to hear them anyway, but please, feel free to say your thanks to us for giving you the death you begged for." The two giants shifted around, until their feet were pressed sole-to-sole. The toes of the demon curled forward, sliding between those of the dragon. He made it slow, allowing the pressure to build gradually, to give Sora enough time to appreciate his body being crushed alive. He started to scream again as his torso began to collapse under the building pressure, a sound that ended abruptly when he had no air left to give. His hips began to give, then his legs, as the curling toes spared his head for last. Only once almost every other bone in the phoenix's body had broken did the demon slide his foot forward slightly, allowing the phoenix's head to crunch between his sole and the dragon's. The finale was an intense moment of pressure, then simply nothingness, as Sora was eliminated in the way he'd always said he wanted.

As Azure and Osimaret's feet slowly moved apart, there was little more than a dark splotch in place, with the entirety of Sora's body reduced to little more than a paste. There was not even enough for the entrails to create a string between; Sora had become too small in his final moments for that. The two sat there, looking for just a moment at the remains, before Azure turned to the demon. "So, any other fools looking to summon you?"

Osimaret just laughed, giving a far more devious grin to his acquaintance. "But of course. It is paw day, after all. A day where some of these mortals beg to sacrifice themselves to feet like ours. There will be far, far more for us tonight. For now, let's leave. There is more fun to be had elsewhere"

When Sora's girlfriend came home an hour later, she had no sense of what had become of her boyfriend. How could she have ever suspected he'd been reduced in size and crushed like a bug? She called out for him a few times, before shrugging it off and turning on the TV. She never even noticed the tiny red feather that ended up stuck to one of her feet, something she would later wash off, unnoticed. There was no sign he had ever been in the living room that night at all, and nobody would ever suspect his fate.