You had always found yourself with a fascination for insects. How they scurry around, often erratically. Most interesting to you was just how puny they were. As a colt you would often spend entire afternoons following them around as closely as you could, across the pavement and into the vast forest of your backyard. Occasionally you would place a finger in their path just to watch how they react- either dodging around it, or occasionally climbing up it. The way their little legs would tickle your coat hairs as they climbed further and further up your arm.
You had developed a fascination for art and would never be seen without your sketchbook and a pencil. Perspective pieces were your favorite, often finding yourself watching your insect buddies for inspiration and reference. It was hard to capture just how everything would look from way down there. You couldn't ever get your eyes that close to the ground.
Sketching away one bright and sunny afternoon, your drawing was interrupted when a white furred and feminine foot crashed down on your friends. You watched in horror as she stood on the ball of her foot, her body's weight crunching the insects as she twisted her ankle from side to side grinding them into the dirt. Anger starting to boil up inside seeing your friends crushed without thought- and for what purpose? Finding yourself ready to yell, you looked up to see a mare, long and golden yellow hair bundled up with a large red bow. She looked down at you, with her vivid magenta eyes which stopped you in your place. Time seeming to slow as you watch her long and pretty eyelashes batting at you, giving you a wink.
She lifted her foot off the ground, sticking it in front of your face as you sat there awestruck. "Now wouldn't this make a much better subject to draw?" She asks, alluding to her foot, indistinguishable bug parts all mixed together in a slimy mass stuck tightly to the ball of her foot, her toes idly wiggling as you stare, scrunching and relaxing her toes, you watch her skin wrinkle and fold. It was rather beautiful, you thought.
Her foot pressed to your cheek, slowly sliding down it as she wiped the remains of your insect buddies over your face, your heart beginning to pulse faster, feeling a throbbing in your loins as you shaft swells up in the confines of your underwear, pressed increasingly tightly against the fabric as you let out a soft moan.
"Getting excited already over my foot hmm ~ ? How about you show me how much you really love it, get in there!" She said with a giggle, placing her foot to your muzzle, making you blush hard. Without really thinking about it, on reflex and lust you start to liiiick up the sole of her foot, closing your eyes as you hold her foot in your hands, massaging it.
Across your body, a warm and pleasant tingling forms. You don't think much of it, you are quickly becoming immensely more horny. You need to service this strange mare's feet. It's rather strange, but as you continue licking and massaging, you swear the surface of her foot is changing somehow. The tightness in your groin also seems to no longer be an issue- you're as erect as you could possibly be, but your clothes just aren't putting up the same resistance as they were.
Slowly opening your eyes, you begin to realize why. You look around, in a mix of horror and amazement- you were shrinking! Everything around you looked absolutely enormous and was getting even more so with each passing second. You let go of the mare's foot and scurried back, stumbling over your excessively long pant legs.
"Aww ~ How cuuute!" She says, cooing down at you. "You finally noticed hmm?" You sat there in silence finding yourself quickly shrinking down into your pile of clothes. It was a rather bizarre sensation. Brightly colored tunnels that you crawled through- looking for an exit, finally finding your sleeve and walking out onto the dirt road, your eyes opening wide in amazement.
This is what it was like, you realized. This perspective, it was so much more different than you had imagined when sketching. You had no idea this mare's intentions, but based on her actions to this point, you weren't hopeful about what she had planned for you. You made a break for it, running as fast as your little legs could carry you. Wonderment passing through your mind as you noticed the texture of the dirt with a clarity you could never see from your normal size- you shook your head. If you survived, then you could take some time to enjoy the sights.
Her giant foot crashed down in front of you, blocking your path, you changed course, trying to run past it just for her other foot to make the earth quake once more. She had you right where she wanted you and you were little more than a plaything for her now. All of those memories of being a colt were coming back to you- but you were the ant now.
As you tried one last time to escape your fate, her foot crashed down- finding yourself in the gap between her big toe. The towering walls of toe-flesh closed in around you, pinching you tightly. You let out a scream, an immense jolt of pain coursing through you as your pelvis was shattered. Fortunately you had little time to experience it as she wiggled and scrunched her toes over and over, crushing you into a red paste nearly instantly.
The mare took a seat, lifting her foot up to her maw as she ran her thick tongue up and between her toes, licking away the red splotch that was all that remained of you, a frown crossing her face finding that you had stained the tiniest little patch of coat hairs with your blood. Something for her to remember you by until it washes out, leaving no trace that you had ever existed at all.
Author's Note
A $10 story commission written for ItalianBlackCat on Fur Affinity.
