The room was sealed entirely, pitch black, and cold. At first Mathew had thought it was just his eyes, as though this time in this world he didn't reform in the same way. However, as he continued to walk, running his hands along a cold concrete surface, feeling the cold floor below, he knew. There was no real exit, nothing but darkness and cool air permeated his existence.
Why was he here?
He picked a wall and sat against it, feeling a chill run down his spine as the concrete pressed against his back. With his legs crossed, he wasn't exactly sure what he should do. There were limited options being so lost in the dark. Then, a voice echoed through the pitch black chamber.
"Identity Verified. Welcome Dianne…"
Shortly after, Mathew looked to the right and saw a dim yellow light. A door had opened, large with a single florescent light above. She stood in pajamas, leaning against the back wall as though she had just woken up. A fox, her ears flicking atop her head as she yawned deeply and began to walk forward. The wall behind Mathew's back lowered, forcing him to stand and walk into the middle of the room as he turned around to see a new section of the room open up. Light fixtures overhead lit, leading to a wall with paw and white light shining down on a rising control platform. Various spy-like gadgets adorned both sides of the single pathway, ranging from shoes to grappling hooks and dresses.
"What…"
A blue, moving speck on the floor caught her attention as Dianne walked forward. She saw him, looking back up to her as both of her bare paws came to rest in front of his little body. The fox put a hand on her hip, frowned, and let out a long sigh.
"Ew…"
There was no fanfare. She just stepped forward, right on top of Mathew's little body as she made her way to the end where her control panel had come up from the ground. She felt him stick to the bottom of her paw pad like a tiny pebble, puffing out air with each step as she came to a stop and stood. The paw Mathew was trapped against slipped behind her, her toes gently pressing into the floor as she began tapping on the panel's various points.
"Hope there aren't any more of them," She said to herself.
The pad was soft, or maybe it was just her lazy steps that kept Mathew from being crushed outright. He groaned, mistaken for a bug, now trapped beneath Dianne's paw as he looked down to see the toes curling. If, at least, he could reach them before she began walking again – Perhaps he'd be able to survive this encounter, deep between the fluffy toes… Safe. Dianne Foxington kept tapping away, mumbling to herself words he couldn't quite hear before her paw slipped back onto the floor. He hadn't even pried himself free of the center of her pad.
"This is going to be flawless" she said, turning to walk back to her suit on the wall.
Each step threatened to crush Mathew flat, forcing him to inhale and exhale the gentle musk of her paw's pad in order to breathe when it lifted. It wasn't too thick, just a lovely scent that filled his nostrils. She tossed off her robes, and within seconds Dianne was in black once more. Her boots slipped on, encasing Mathew in darkness… It was time, for her heist.
Half an Hour Later.
It was still exceptionally early in the morning as the officers patrolled the outskirts of the facility. Their movements were robotic, though energetic in their own way. None of them saw the fox as she slid through the razor wire atop the 4 story wall. It was cut in such a way that it would go unnoticed, something she had prepared long ago as she slipped into the maximum security prison deep within the desert.
Deep within Dianne's footwear, with no sock to absorb any of the heat, Mathew was being pressed and pounded down. He could feel his body slowly breaking over time, each stamp of her heavy pad forcing another breath. The smell of her paw went from bad to worse in the heat of the desert, threatening to drown the little one before he was even crushed. Not that it would kill him to be drown, just immobilize him further. Her paws were vicious, relentless as she crawled along the wall with suction-cups that held onto the cement like magic. Straight into a vent, where all she had to do was pull out the screws with her claws to get it to open on a hinge. She slid inside, crawling silently through the ducts with a single mission at hand. She was on a time limit. If she wasn't in her office in two hours, she'd have to reschedule a very important appointment…
"And then BAM, I rocked up to the bad guy and was like. 'Hey. You think you're getting away from ME? Not on MY watch! Because I'm not wearing one!" She heard echo through the vent as she peered down in passing, "I thought it was FUNNY! Anyway, I was just comin' in to check and make sure you still had that WOLF in there. Got up real early just in case he got away or something! Who knows, Maybe he'll get out of here early if he keeps that all up!"
Dianne shook her head, crawling forward as she felt a… Strange boost of energy radiate through her. She couldn't feel it apart from the sweat, but her little bruised and struggling passenger managed to [REDACTED] beneath her paw. It felt wonderful, whatever it was, like all the aches of her quick infiltration had gone. She slipped a finger down to her belt, pressing a small button that sent a transmission to the nearby security screens to record Mr. Wolf's room for the next ten seconds… Then, when she pressed it again, it forced the screen to go on loop from a distance showing the wolf sleeping soundly in his bed.
Perfect. All going according to plan…
Once again, she came to a familiar vent, pressing it open just enough to peek through. The guards were on patrol, as per usual. However, they had a specific rhythm to their game, and she had the technology to overcome it. She waited for the Chief to walk by, her arms swaying back and forth in strong succession before Dianne slipped out and landed on the ground behind her. Silently, she moved like a sly shadow back the way the Chief came, slipping through the unlocked door right before the automatic system closed it.
She ran, ducking into a corner where the cell doors controls were, pulling the far right lever – one she had memorized was his. By the time the door opened entirely, Dianne was already there. She ran into Mr Wolf's room, the door raised, freedom at hand as the Fox slipped over to his bed.
"Goodmorning," She cooed, taking off her mask to reveal her face. Mathew was bearing the brunt of her weight as she knelt on that paw, her heel raised as he suffocated beneath her, "You know why I'm here, right Mr. Wolf?"
"Oh, do I ever." He replied, rolling over in his orange prison suit. The two locked eyes with a sly smile, nodding in affirmation. Foxes and Wolves, not so different really… She reached her hands out, getting ready to grab him…
"Who's a good boy!" Dianne said, scratching underneath Mr Wolf's chin as he smiled and his tail wagged quickly, "You are? Yes… Aww~"
He was loving every second of it, enjoying each scritch under his chin before she reached up and pat the top of his fluffy, wolfy head! She wasn't yelling it, keeping her voice in a hushed tone as before she gently patted her fingertip on his nose and stood to full height. Mathew felt a few bones pop in his body, pressed beneath her paw pad deeply, not sure if he'd make it another second deep within her footwear as she looked down to Mr. Wolf.
"Ya know. Maybe this won't be so bad if you keep showing up like this. I appreciate it, I really do Dianne."
"Least I can do. I've got to attend a 'grand opening' celebration for some strip mall later tonight. I'll take an extra glass of wine for you. Won't be here tomorrow, but I'll be back for your morning scritches soon I promise."
"I look forward to it."
And with that, she was gone. Like clockwork, the door shut, and she slipped through the guards next open gate. Back to her familiar vent entrance, back through the barbed wire she cut nearly 8 months ago, and back to the waiting black car hidden behind a road sign. With her task complete, she slammed on the gas, roaring away from the prison back to her office.
Two Hours Later.
Dianne walked into her office, oddly reinvigorated at the start of her day. The 'Pebble' she felt in her shoe had finally dissipated, having completely forgotten about the bug she had stepped on early that morning. With a contented sigh, she pulled off her suit jacket and set it aside, hanging it on a hook. Beneath was a low-cut shirt she had been wearing beneath everything. She even stepped out of her pants, still keeping her high heels on as they clicked over to her seat. She was being followed, by a human in far more casual wear than she was. They took a seat across from her, gesturing to a couch off to the side of her office space.
"Would you prefer your massage be done over there?" They asked, "So you can lay down? I'm sorry about the inconvenience."
"Thanks for letting me know ahead of time, but no. I've still got some work to do, I just want to get comfortable here. Really though, I'm feeling oddly good today so… Maybe just my paws? Never turn down a good paw massage."
"Your paws, for the whole two hour session?"
"I'm going to be on them a lot today. May as well. Careful though, they may be a bit… Steamy."
She wasn't naked, just lightly clothed. A low cut top, shorts below the line of her desk as she sat down and leaned back in her chair. The masseuse sat down across from her, cringing at the thought of having to work on the Mayor's paws for a solid two hour period. She saw this, chuckling to herself a little as she slipped her paws out of her heels and kicked them up on her desk. Immediately, the masseuse saw the splattered blue-haired man on her paw pad, her toes flexing as their warmth radiated to them. They had a particular smell, one that the masseuse was familiar with. However, seeing a crushed person there was a bit… Off putting.
"Miss Foxington," They stammered, "Uh.. Mayor Foxington."
"Yes?" She slyly said, smirking to them as they stared at Mathew's crushed body, seeing it twitch. The little, still living man was covered in blood, mostly smashed, but still alive, "I'm paying you for two hours. Please get to work, or you'll have to be fired… Neither of us would want that, really. Especially after my last masseuse got a little too handsy."
She flexed her toes, unwittingly showing off Mat more to the now strangely fearful masseuse as they reached their hands out. They nodded, clearing their throat before gripping Dianne's steamy, musky paw tightly. They imagined themselves in his position, somehow diminished and crushed, and absolutely did not want to disappoint and become part of her paw like he was. Meanwhile, all Dianne meant was exactly what she said. She had no idea Mathew was there as she just leaned back, closing her eyes.
Mathew gasped as their thumbs pressed on him, crushing him into the pad for good, grinding and spreading his body all across her pad. It left a fairly red sheen, working well as a makeshift lotion. They didn't even have to use their supply until they got to the other one.
The tiny blue haired bug, was unwittingly reduced to crimson on her paw…