The sidewalk's street was cold on Mathew's bare back as he lay on the ground, looking up to the fluffy blue clouds that drifted past high above in a pale blue sky. The buildings were tall near him, covering half his vision with what looked like packed residential areas with little balconies – and on the ground floor, were shops. The smell of fresh cooking breakfast food lofted from one nearby, it smelled sweet and savory, with a hint of fresh roasting meats.
He was immobile, as he usually was whenever he entered a new reality. The more time passed, the more energy he'd regain. Eventually, he was able to move his head to look around to see the various people that surrounded him. The alleyway wasn't exactly the busiest in the world, but it was far busier than he thought any alleyway might be. Animal people walked by – A cat woman and what appeared to be her canine girlfriend, holding hands and trading a peck on the cheek before parting ways. There was a cheetah man who appeared to be in a very fancy business suit sitting on one of the stools in the restaurant nearby.
Then, he heard the light sound of rubber rolling across pavement. He looked to its source to see an African Wild Dog rolling closer on her bike. She wasn't paying attention to the ground, looking more to the food shop nearby. Gray fur, light brown hair, and a black marking on each side of her face. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail braid, which fell over her left shoulder onto a green crop-top sleeveless shirt. Blue jean shorts, and trailing behind her bike was a white tipped tail.
Still without enough energy to move, the little one could only watch as the tires of the bike came straight for him. The rubber of her front tire rolled over his long, blue hair, before the back tire came and clipped the top of his head. The side of the tire pressed on his forehead a little, though this was more a little 'pat' than it was anything painful. She immediately turned, putting her bike to the side near the entrance to the restaurant before hopping off it and walking up to the counter. The bike leaned against a small table, which was unoccupied.
"Nua!" Mat heard a voice say, "I already have your breakfast ready."
The rest of the conversation was almost inaudible from the distance he was at, as a few other people came jogging by. A Labrador girl and her boyfriend, a Panther without shoes on at all. They were jogging over toward the same establishment, which put him directly in their path. He took in a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable as he watched both the Labrador and her boyfriend's feet lift up over him. Her foot landed just below his own feet, while the Panther's bare paw landed just above his head. A wave of odor washed over him as the pair passed by, leaving him shivering on the floor…
Until Nua came over.
She stepped around the corner, leaning against the wall with a plate of… Something. He couldn't quite tell from his angle as she ate. One foot rested to his right, while the other was to the left. She wore a pair of green sneakers with white trim and white lances, with a light tan sole. There wasn't much tread to save him if she were to step on him directly.
As he finally gained enough energy to sit up, the motion of his blue hair caught her eye.
"Huh~" She cooed, taking a bite of her meal, "You must be a bit cold."
Before Mathew could respond, she set her meal on a table her bike was leaning on, and crouched down. She unlaced her right shoe, cracking her heel out of her footwear and looking to Mathew to see his reactions. He was naked, laying on his back and propping himself up with his elbows. Because of this, she was able to see him become visibly aroused just by the mere action of cracking a paw out of her shoe. Blushing, the little one watched as she slipped her paw out into the cool air and stood back up. As she did so, she gave him a little wink and grabbed her meal once again.
Without saying anything else, she simply set her warm, sweaty paw on his little body. She felt him lay back beneath the soft main pad of her paw, his little breaths as he struggled to take in air. There was enough pressure on him that it would be difficult, but she wanted him to get the full experience. She knew each breath he took would be filled with her musk, and she could feel his body sticking to her skin tightly. He squirmed a little, but it didn't seem frantic, more… Out of pleasure. She could feel that arousal beneath her paw pad as well. Overall though, she simply ignored it and continued with her meal.
Her pace was a bit slower though. She didn't need to be anywhere quickly, so she could afford to savor this tiny. Every so often she'd flex her toes, pressing into the ground a little to tease him, before lifting up maybe an inch or so from the ground. Nua felt him stick, like a little bit of chewing gum on the pad of her paw. A few taps, a few gentle twists, but in truth. It felt really nice…
He felt really nice under there.
This little blue-haired bug was far from the first micro she's smashed to death. But for some reason, standing in the alley at one of her favorite eateries, enjoying a nice meal while he squirmed in relative pleasure. It was a nice way to start the day. It sent chills up her spine as she watched people pass, going about their own day, without even knowing that Mathew existed anymore. As she finished and set her plate aside though, she felt something else.
*Squirt*
[REDACTED] Mathew writhed in pleasure as she continued to toy with him, and a strange sensation ran up her leg and spread throughout her body. It was soothing, like she had just walked out from a lovely full-body massage and was ready to face the day. The energy that passed into her made her feel very good. Her tail wagged behind her as she began to twist her foot down onto him, like she wanted to coax more of that liquid from his body. She was blushing, absolutely enthralled with this little being…
*Crunch*
The tiny pop felt wonderful as well.
She'd crushed countless tinies before him, but this? Her absolute, best crush. She pressed her paw down, closing one eye and blushing deeply as she continued to twist Mathew's body into oblivion, savoring the sensation his sacrifice had given to her. She twisted, again and again until he was absolutely demolished, before lifting her paw to examine the remains.
A blue haired bug…
What a rush~
With a sigh, she slipped her paw back into her shoe and tied it tight. There was nothing but a bit of blood where he was, as most of him had been ground deep into her pad. He was coming with her, that's for sure… She grabbed the empty plate, returned it to the restaurant, then hopped back onto her bike to head off.
Her insole, would be his grave…