"There..." Skylar said happily as she put the finishing touches on her hair. It wasn't the most graceful looking style and in a little while it'd be too long for her to maintain in this direction but for now it was something she thought looked good - and that's all that mattered. She tugged on her striped gloves, flexing her fingers a bit before she slid her leather wristband on her right arm and snapped it shut with a few buttons. "And now, for the most important part."
She turned to leave the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she made her way into the darkened bedroom. She flipped the switch to the 'on' position, illuminating the room in a burst of light. The walls were as they always were, filled with dark graffiti she added to when she felt the need to vent. Her green eyes locked on the bottle of whiskey she had on her nightstand and happily she made her way over.
Just as her fingertips came in contact with the neck of the bottle she noticed the little bright blue tuft of hair on her nightstand. Her eyes widened a bit as she looked him over, his body laying clothed on the table this time as oppose to the last. A black tank-top with camouflage pants, but she could see the little 'tent' between his legs as he appeared to sleep.
"Dude, I turned you into paste..." She said as she plucked him up from the table with her right hand, dropping the little one into her left palm to look him over. His eyes shot open as he squirmed a bit in her palm, her index finger immediately pinning him down so he didn't get up to run. "No way you're the same little guy."
She took a few seconds to look him over - if he wasn't the same, he was certainly a good copy of the little one she encountered earlier. She shrugged, her index finger sliding down his little body to his pants. She pinched the fabric, easily ripping the button off enough to tug his clothes free. She did the same for his shirt, stripping him once more and tossing the clothes on the floor.
"Bugs don't need clothes." She jested, tapping the tip of his [REDACTED] teasingly and watching him squirm. He moaned out a gentle moan, curling up slightly like a little bug. "Dude, I haven't even started and you're already making noises like that?"
He didn't verbally respond as she continued, her index finger gently running the [REDACTED]. She was gentle with him, more interested in the squeaking noises he was making and how easy it was to make the little one squirm like a worm. She wasn't really all that into sex personally - it was a thing she enjoyed from time to time but it was incredibly hard to get her in the bedroom. However, she saw him more like a toy than an actual person so it worked out just fine for her.
"You're mine..." She cooed down to him as she played with [REDACTED]. He didn't notice that she was removing her left shoe... She had opted due to lack of good clothes to forgo socks for this adventure around town so her feet were already starting to get a bit sweaty in there. She bit her lower lip as she tilted her hand enough for him to slide off and plummet down into the waiting maw of her footwear.
He didn't have the time or the energy to react. Mat gasped for air, his lungs filling up with the pungent smell of her feet as her green eyes gazed down upon his little form quivering inside of her shoe. She slipped her foot back into the opening, keeping watch as the little one disappeared beneath her toes. She didn't want him to die too quickly in there though... Casually she flicked her ankle enough that she felt his little body slide forward toward the toe section of her shoe.
He lay on his back, paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure. Everything was so mind-numbing to the little one he could hardly form a complete sentence if he wanted to. He could do nothing but watch as her toes slid into place, nudging his [REDACTED] up into his abdomen as her heel plopped down into the shoe. He stared out the gaping hole in her shoe for a moment before his vision was blocked by her toes...
The hole made it interesting for him. Light still came in from between her digits, his little legs pinned beneath the ball of her foot as his [REDACTED] was forced up into the crack between her toes. His face was beneath the tip of a toe though, a fairly painful place to be. He vanished in the hole though, hidden beneath her toes as she chuckled to herself.
"Good luck, Slut..." She cooed down to him as she snatched up her booze. She took a pull off of the bottle as she made her way to her front door, ready for a good night on the town wandering aimlessly.
She would be sure he wouldn't survive...