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Luna, the dark alicorn princess of Equestria, entered her private quarters with a heavy sigh. It was nearly invisible from more than a step away, but her heavenly fur was marked with tiny drops of sweat after a long day of hard work. The slim pony considered tossing her regalia aside and simply diving into a relaxing bath before bed. However, another plan came to mind and the mare smiled evilly to herself. The bath could wait.

Princess Luna approached her dresser with a bounce in her step and a swing of her hips. Clop. Clop. Clop. There she opened the top drawer and grinned down at her toy.

Anon was stirred awake from his nap by the sudden motion of his prison, which was the entire drawer. His sleepy eyes quickly lost their tiredness as he stared up fearfully at his captor. What horror would she unleash upon him today?

No words were exchanged as her spire-like black horn began to glow and his body followed. The little man was levitated out of the drawer and floated towards a large pillow that lay on the floor. The mare strutted after him playfully. She did not put him down once they arrived however. Instead he was left to hang in the air while the Princess casually readied herself. She sprawled out on-top of the pillow and stretched her legs. One. At. A. Time. She even gave each hoof a twist just to make him wait longer. To set the mood. To ensure he knew who was in charge.

Only after she was good and settled did the Princess deftly pry one of her finely decorated shoes off and let it clatter to the floor. Then she regarded little Anon with a smirk. "Your mission is to struggle. Don't disappoint me," she warned.

He did not get to respond. She didn't care what he had to say anyway. In the blink of an eye he was plummeting from the sky and the man, predictably, screamed. Just before he crashed into the ground however, a familiar blue glow appeared around him and his landing became much slower than expected. But it was still fairly rough. He dropped to the padded surface that was the sole of the royal shoe with a heavy "oof" which knocked the wind out of him.

For a moment he merely lay there in shock, stunned by the fall and landing. Each breath was thick with humidity and a salty taint. Getting his arms under him, the naked man struggled to his knees and took in his new prison. Though the walls were much shorter and the ground much softer, there was still no chance of escape. He was too small to reach the rim of the shoe on its lowest side. It was like being in the middle of a baseball stadium. Granted, a small one.

Giggling from the heavens made Anon jerk his head upward.

Luna loomed over him and his world like a goddess. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. Then she raised a hoof, the same hoof that had once ridden in this very shoe, and waved it at him teasingly. Back and forth it rocked. Slowly. Sensually. Mockingly. She curled her wrist and a short pop came from the joint. She sighed. Her eyelids fluttered. She smirked.

Then the hoof was coming towards him.

In moments the sky grew dark, the gentle light of the Princess's bedroom was obscured by the circular blockage. A musk that carried a hint of feminine charm saturated the air. A strange pressure bore down on his shoulders before the hoof had even properly arrived. The rim of her foot began to slide against the upper walls of the shoe. A gentle grinding noise tickled his ears even as he fell back and held up a hand. Almost all the light vanished.

There was a pause. Then a giggle. Then the sky fell.

A weight Anon couldn't so much as budge with every last ounce of his strength settled atop him and he was crushed down into the padding of the royal footwear. Both surfaces, the cushion below and the rough skin above, were damp with sweat. A pungent aroma filled his every desperate breath as he wrestled for every gasp. Instinctively he struggled. He braced himself as best he could simply trying to fill his greedy lungs. Yet, between the moisture and the cramped space available to him, his fight was little more than random squirms. Equivalent to the meaningless flopping of a stranded fish.

The hoof above responded to his movement with some of its own.

It began to grind against him. Luna was turning her hoof back and forth within the confines of her shoe. For a few moments the heat inside the tight prison grew as his skin warmed from the friction. His front began to burn. Soon he couldn't tell her sweat from his own. The torture was slow and constant. Unrelenting. But after about a minute there finally came a moment of calm and Anon lay limp to bask in the merciful peace.

Then the weight on his body grew exponentially.

Luna unleashed more and more of her godly mass. The pressure threatened to reduce him to a mere stain on the bottom of the Princess's hoof. His bones creaked, his lungs screamed, and spots appeared in his vision. He could barely flex his fingers let alone fight as every last inch of space was flooded with padding from below or flesh from above. Was this the end for him?

Then the huge mare eased off of him. So much so that her foot lifted away entirely, though it did not leave the shoe. It still hovered just over his head. Tauntingly close. Looming. Ready to fall again without warning.

Luna giggled. Their play time had just begun...

Author's Note

Based on one of the oldest macro/micro line drawings in the fandom. One where an Anon is in Luna's shoe while she dangles her hoof above him. This story was for you hoof lovers out there.