Standing at a mere five feet tall, Sandra had worn the title of 'Short' all her life. Freshly 18 years of age and just reaching into her senior year at such a size was quite the traumatic experience. Taunting and teasing had turned her into a meek little wallflower, shying away from people and large groups. She was anxiety riddled, filled with doubts.. Until she found a new little creature on her way to the school bus in the morning. In a crouch she watched him scurry away, snatching him up curiously by his hair as he attempted to flee... It was a creature like her in a way, but much smaller... And more like a Human in her fairy tales.
She hadn't a backpack or any sort of place to put him, opting out of taking anything to school today - She left it all in her locker since there wasn't any homework or anything to bring home with her. Ideas fluttered about how she would bring him home with her, what she would do with him... Then, she realized - She found someone smaller than her for a change.
With a shy little smile she slipped her heel out of her red converse, the little human now taking the place of every student that had ever picked on her. What better of a place to stow someone of such little importance than in her sweaty little shoe. The little Dogshark never wore socks anyway, so her slick skin almost always had some sort of a sweaty slime in there and a rather strong smell. She watched him plummet into the darkness, and casually slipped her heal back in.
Mathew whimpered as he rolled to his hands and knees, looking up and out of the hole as her smooth heel slid over the opening. He gasped, breathing in the toxic air as it sent chills of pleasure through his tiny spine. With a light moan he rolled to his back, feeling his arousal slide against the slippery skin of the shark girl's sole before her arch pinned him down completely. The texture between her skin and a humans was night and day - He was under a slippery, smooth sole now.
Sandra was careful about how she stepped, purposefully rolling her foot to the side so she didn't kill her new friend. He squirmed and squeezed around her sole through classes, even coaxing a giggle out of the little one in Advanced Algebra when she started to feel him lick at her. The end of the day came and his squirming slowed, beaten down by her walking from class to class...
She could still feel him licking when he could, but a few casual pops and snaps made her nervous. However, by the end of the day, thoughts of getting home and back to her bedroom began to outweigh her care for her little friend. She jogged happily off of her bus and down the city sidewalk, before feeling a squelching pop beneath her feet. The sensation shot a chill up her tiny spine, and she shuffled to sit down and check up on him.
Popping her heel out she looked to him in shock. There he was, crushed like a little insect. She could feel his lungs still pumping air in, his little tongue pressed against her skin... But his insides were pressed out against her sole.
She glanced around once more to see if anyone else took notice... Then, slipping her heel back in, she resumed a happy skip home. He was already too far gone, right?...
Mathew felt every step in her skip, every pounding hop as she made her way to her house... Slowly the pain began to subside as the sound of his breaking bones and squelching little organs faded. When the little girl got home she hopped straight to her phone, letting his body roast on her sole like a bug to be washed down the drain in her shower...
'Hopefully he's not the only one of his kind', she thought... 'Maybe i'll see him again.'