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This here is an RP I did with a friend of mine, that I finally got around putting into a more readable story format. I hope you all enjoy it.

This story does contain SNUFF and small amounts of GORE from footpaw crushing. If you wish to not see that, do not read past the double line of XXXXXX

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The small, sandy brown, wolf looked up at the huge blue otter standing before him, and gulped just a tad. He had no idea what plans the much larger creature had for him, but only that he was capture for a purpose. The Mexican Wolf had to be just barely six inches tall, a micro as most would call him in comparison to the otter that towered before him.

He was just barely the size of one of the otter's large webbed footpaws, and if he tried could maybe wrap his arms around two of the toes, had the thick webbing not been strewn between them.

The wolf was completely nude, adding to the feeling of inferiority as his feet were planted on the floor, standing tense and nervous, fear clear in his eyes as he looked up at the nearly 6 foot otter. He noticed that he was currently in an apartment of sorts, and that whatever was going to happen to him was entirely up to the otter.

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Conri reached down and picked the small creature up, setting him on his coffee table and sitting down on his couch, propping his bare footpaws next to the wolf, showing off just how large those paws were.

"Such a tiny being you are...So easy to do anything at all I wished to do." He leaned forward, quickly scooping up the wolf and holding him quite firmly in his paw. Moving his nose to his paw, he took a few sniffs of the micro, and frowned just a little. "Hmm...much too fresh, too clean. This just won't do at all. Lucky for you, I know just the place to fix this little problem!"

Standing up with the wolf still clutched in his firm paw, Conri walked off towards his bedroom, tossing his 'prey' so to speak, on the bed while getting dressed in a pair of loose fitting cargo shorts, and his favorite Thane styled hoodie.

"Now, a special surprise for you! See, I'm much too lazy to carry you around, so I'll just have to take you in a much more convenient place." He chuckles, grabbing a thick pair of socks from his dresser, and tossing them right at the wolf's form.

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The wolf flattened his ears on impulse as he was talked down to, the otter's voice seeming to boom out around the room as he looked up at the otter's eyes again. When he feels himself scooped up in the paw, he weakly squirmed and loudly gulped as he felt the hot breath from the nose washing over him.

His fur ruffled a bit from the firm handling, squirming even more from the words and from being carried off to the bedroom. He yelped out at being tossed like he was nothing, flailing around in the air and landing on the bed with a soft "umph" and scrambled into a sitting position, claws clenching against the sheets.

He watched the large otter get dressed, tail curling against his legs and he tries to think about where he could possibly be taken, ears perking at hearing the laugh, and then his ears instantly folding back against his head from the socks landing next to him.

He looked up, a tad apprehensive, and gulping nervously. "W-what's this for?"

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Conri just sat on the bed, causing the wolf to bounce a little, and curls the tip of his thick rudder tail around the wolf's waist to keep him still. "You, little creature, are going inside the sock of course!" He said, thinking it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Now, would you like the left paw, or the right paw?" He questioned, uncurling the socks and letting them dangle in front of the micro. He opened the top of one, lifting the wolf with his tail before dropping the poor thing into the thick piece of clothing.

"And after I'm all dressed, it's off to this wonderful piece of property a friend of mine owns. Did you know that mud wrestling is one of our hobbies?" The otter giggled and slips both the socks on, not having waited for an answer for the wolf's preferred paw.

He pulled the socks up nice and tight, the wolf being forced firmly against the underside of Conri's right paw, face up with the poor micro's muzzle stuck between a few toes, pressed up against the thick webbing. His rubbery pawpads pressing against the furred body of the trapped male. "Mmm, you feel quite nice in there." He smiled to himself, wiggling his toes about the wolf's head.

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The wolf felt himself bounce up and down as the otter settled down on the bed, placing his paws onto the tail as he tried to get out of it's grasp, gulping once again. His eyes widened and he stilled completely, looking up at Conri, and then at the sock placed right in front of him.

He started to thrash and squirm around as much as he could as he was lifted over the opening in the sock, shouting at the otter to reconsider. His heart stopped as he was released from the tail, tumbling down and trying to grab anything, groaning loud as he hits the bottom of the sock.

He looked around, surrounded by white cloth and whimpering as he looks up, seeing the large, blue footpaw quickly descending down onto him form, and within seconds, he was trapped against the paw.

Muzzle mushed up against the slightly musky webbing, pawpads compressing heavily onto him, the meaty plantigrade paw mushing him against the thick cloth. The micro couldn't help but squirm, whining as heat quickly gathers up around him, and trying to pull away from the thick toes wiggling around him.

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After putting his socks on, Conri stood up, careful to not yet apply too much pressure onto the tiny wolf, not yet at least. "Mmm, that's it little toy, squirm and struggle all you want in there, it feels quite nice! Almost like a full foot massage!"

Giggling more, the otter grabbed a pair of shoes, slowly pulling them on, making sure the wolf would feel his prison getting that much smaller and cramped. "Ready for a hike?" He asks loudly, giving a light bounce on the micro wolf, forcing out some of the air that was acting as the smallest amount of cushioning.

After a quick stretch, the blue mustelid walked out of his house, every other step causing all of his weight to press fully onto the poor canine, his rubbery pads, for now, absorbing a good bit of the pressure and spreading it out evenly, and the smooth silky fur starting to heat up the sock, and add to the slowly building musk within.

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The wolf felt the pressure increase, now that the otter had stood up, and pressed firmly onto him. He could hear the worlds through the cloth, and continued to squirm about, but to no avail. He felt the pressure increase even more as the shoe was slipped on, imprisoning him against the footpaw now.

The sock grew from warm to hot, and the micro screamed out, but they were almost immediately muffled by the webbing. He felt the air forced out, causing his muzzle to press even deeper between the toes and into the webbing, chocking him a little.

Feeling the warm, rubbery pads pull at him now, he could only gasp loudly after each and every step had forced all the air out of him. The stepping wasn't enough to crush him, though, and he could only squirm weakly as pain started to flare up a bit, eyes starting to water and tear up from the harsh treatment.

It smelt rancid, and felt quite hot as he started to pant, pushing up aimlessly against the sole, squirming as the white cloth and shoe pressed up against his backside.

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Knowing the walk would be a rather long one, the otter had to step up his pace a bit more, walking faster than he normally would, which only caused the musky stink and heat to build up faster within the sock and shoe, his thick, rubbery webbing catching the sweat that was building, dripping it all over the wolf, as it started to soak into the micro's fur.

Feeling the squirming increase, he just made sure to step down that much harder, trying now to cause as much pain as he could on the journey, without yet causing too much permanent damage before he got to the main event, so to speak. "More than halfway there! You're being such a wonderful paw cushion!"

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The torture continued and increased as the otter kept stepping down on him, the warm pads now crashing down on him with such intensity. His body being compressed slowly up against the hot foorpaw as he squirmed about, the sweat soaking his fur thoroughly. He was sure he didn't smell like himself now, coated in a layer of sweat and otter created musk.

He whined out at each grueling step, hopeless as the toes squeezed heavily at his small, pointed muzzle, wincing in agonizing pain as the footpaw slammed down on him, each step not immediately quelling the squirming, his face once against forced deep into the webbing.

Coughing and sputtering, he was quite at a loss as his fur was drenched, body starting to wane as his chest grew heavy, trying to compensate for the extreme lack of air, each little breath he did get was filtered by the strong musk as the wolf tried to hold out from each heavy footfall.

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Conri suddenly stopped, now just standing and wiggling his toes, letting out a content murr as he feels the wet, soaked body underneath his paw. "We're heeeeere!" He shouts in joy, sitting down and finally taking the weight off the micro, allowing him just a small reprieve from the constant pressure.

Taking off his shoe, he waved his paw in front of his nose, letting out a 'phew' as he smelled the quickly building musk. "Oh my, how unfortunate for you to be stuck in there!" He lifts his paw up, seeing the outlined form of the micro in his wet sock, it clinging to the wolf's back and all over his paw, and gently traced a finger down the micro's spine. "Would you like out now, to see your second surprise?"

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The wolf felt the pressure suddenly come to a bit of an end as the footpaw now just rests on his trodden form. His fur was completely soaked now, and the wolf was quite a bit dazed from the constant pressure and motion of the heavy steps. His muzzle pushed this way and that as the thick padded toes were wiggled, causing him to cough out, every part of him sore and aching.

With the sudden shift in weight, and the complete removal of pressure, the wolf lets out a long, deep breath, and wiggles barely against the rubbery pads, still stuck and pressed against the sole. Stuck like glue to paper, he couldn't free himself no matter how hard he tried, and he started to shake and whine from hearing the question. Anything would be better than this right now, yes some deep part of himself was curious.

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With a sadistic grin, Conri started to peel the wet sock from his webbed paws, a wet 'schlocking' noise sounding out as he dropped it on the ground, then repeating the process with the sock that contained his little toy, keeping a paw under the micro as he dropped from the musky, almost sticky paw. "Ewwww, that could not at all have been enjoyable for you! But I'll let you know that I liked it quite a bit."

Chuckling, he turns the wolf's sight towards a very large field of mud. "Tell you what, if you can make it to the other side of the mud here, I'll let you go free and clean, and even give you a prize. Now hurry!" He shouted, dropping the fur at the edge of the seemingly endless mudpit.

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The wolf's anxiety built up in his mind as his furred form twitched against the paw. He whines upon hearing the other sock removed, fear heightening as his sock prison was removed. Sticking for just a moment before he fell, he took the time to take in some of his largest inhales of fresh air ever, lungs burning with need.

A rush of feelings hit him, everything from the fresh air to the absence of that overbearing musk, he was both joyful and fearful, and didn't have much time to enjoy his brief freedom, being forced to look out at the extremely large field of mud.

Gulping as he heard the words, he pinned his ears back in determination, the small sliver of hope filling his heart. He didn't even give himself time to recover from the fall, instantly setting out and dashing through the pit. It was cool to the touch, and soon became much too heavy for the small wolf to trudge through.

Already exhausted from the constant pounding pressing, he wasn't even a quarter of the way across as he began to wheeze, each step becoming slow and heavy, and soon he couldn't make it another step, exhaustion and pain claiming his body.

He was so close, yet so far from escaping the mud, it squishing with each step, sloppy and thick. He stood for a moment, trying to catch his breath before falling to his back, body demanding rest, fear instantly setting in as his back his the mud.

Panting heavily, he stared up at the sky, too drained to try and get himself up for even a moment, with tears once again forming in his eyes, the mud slowly gathering up around his body as he sunk down. His joints were stiff and numb, muzzle parched, and all he could do was take deep breaths of air, hoping he had more time.

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The otter sighed deeply and shook his head, watching as the micro uselessly tried to make his way across the thick, viscous mud. "Well well well, it seems that you've failed miserably, little wolf, and it's time for your punishment." The blue male walked out towards the whimpering wolf, only needing two steps to make it to the laying form. "I think some nice, muddy stomps are in order."

Swishing a paw through the thick mud, the very same paw the micro had been trapped against for a good portion of the day, he soon lifted it above the small being's prone form, slamming it down hard onto his body. The completely mud coated paw stomping down with extreme force right onto the micro, pushing him through the mud and towards the hard bottom of the pit. "I'm so glad we built this with a hard bottom! I'd hate to lose you in here." He chuckled grinding his footpaw just a little.

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Panting out, the wolf squirmed about, trying to lift himself from the mud as he hears the words echoing out, feeling the vibrations of each step taken towards him, the loud, wet, squelching of footpaws trudging through the thick goop making his heart beat faster.

Hearing the words and seeing the otter's actions, he willed his body to move, to just get up and away, but it was no use. His eyes went wide when he saw the muddy footpaw hover over his body for just a moment, before he feels an intense pressure bearing down on him.

The stomp causes the small wolf to cry out in agonizing pain as he is shoved a few inches more into the mud, not quite yet hitting the bottom. The crushing force of the stomp caused the wolf to cough up some blood onto the paw and webbed toes, twitching now in horrible pain.

He could have sworn he felt something break as the footpaw grinded down on him, feeling the mud splash on him and surround him, the goop sloshing loudly with the heavy stomp, embedding an otterpaw shaped mudhole for a moment, squirming under the paw.

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Growling and grinding his paw down onto the micro, the otter forced him deeper and deeper into the muck, before he lifted his paw, seeing the wolf laying inside. "Oh, did that hurt, little one? I think I just about heard a crunch, but I'm not sure. So let's try again."

The large footpaw slammed down once again, this time, all the force he could exert was forced down onto the small, broken down and sore body, hearing an extremely loud crunching this time, grinding his paw left and right, forcing as much pressure he could, twisting the paw left and right.

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Hearing the growl as the paw ground down on him, he was helpless pushed through the mud, howling in pain as he was squished and smothered by the footpaw. Rubbery pads pressing down as his muzzle occasionally is caught against the muddy webbing. He gasped and whimpered from the painful inhale as the paw was lifting up off him for just a moment, ears folded back as he weakly shakes his head from the words.

He looks up, eyes filled with tears as he looks the otter in the eyes, begging for any type of mercy, however, all he saw and felt was that massive paw crashing down, agonizing pain shooting through him as several bones broke all at once. During the grinding, the small wolf's sides were torn open, blood spurting out, followed by his intestines, barely clinging to life.

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The otter lifted his paw after a few moments of grinding, not feeling the added fluids to the mucky mud beneath his paw. Looking down and kneeling, he observed the dying form of the micro wolf. "Oh no...it looks like I've gone and made a mess of you."

He poked the split open and bleeding form with a clawed finger, pulling a bit at the intestines, watching as he was only able to pant in pain now, just a few moment left of life. "I must say, I'm a touch disappointed that you didn't last longer.

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Seeing his own intestines clinging to the footpaw as it was lifted up, he couldn't help but sadly whimper. The wolf was having extreme trouble breath now, as the otter knelt down, talking down to the micro. He could barely move, barely hear or comprehend the words as his entire body enters a state of numbness.

He was broken, scattered, and profusely bleeding, blood gurgling from his maw. He looked up tiredly into the large being's eyes, the world going black and out of focus.

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Standing up one last time, he looked down at the micro, some sadness showing in his eyes, before lifting up his footpaw one last time. "Bye." He whispered, before starting to rapidly slam down his paw onto the body, grinding and crushing every last bit of the wolf that he could, feeling sick and twisted pleasure as he destroys a life, crushing that body until it was nothing but mush in the mud.

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The wolf could only whimper now as he was looked down on, hearing the final words that would ever fall upon his ears, before just barely seeing that footpaw lift over him. Trying to cry out, the micro could only choke on his own blood before the paw slammed heavily on him, blood and guts spurting all over the footpaw and into the mud around him. As he passed, he felt his organs crush and pop, body giving one last spasm of life, before he was turned into mush.

Each powerful stomp destroyed more and more of the body, popping, cracking, breaking all sounding out under the stomping paw, until the body was nothing more that mush. He was unrecognizable now, nothing more than mud and mixed up bits of wolf, some even sticking between the toes, like so many others had been previous.