This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must all the time be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Another day passed, though Oriel was on the rota and open for clients. She couldn’t have known what the next one planned for her, however, was, not as the other bed was removed from her room, though no one told her what it was for. She, however, had been so trendy with Ruby that the Tyrannosaurus had booked a standing reservation, in that very room, with Oriel and her feet, all so she could abuse her in settings that better suited her, as a mercenary. Ruby, after all, did not need the luxuries and fineries that other higher-scale clients demanded.

Unknown to Oriel, her next client was to be a green lizard, tall with a smooth head and an elegant look about her, who went by Zella. Of course, Zella was an old client and had written in her request a few days prior to have her usual scenario prepared for her.

Oriel knew that something was out of order when she was taken from her small chamber and taken below the brothel, to the dungeon. She tried to hide just how much she quaked with fear as she was taken down the long, stone stairs, lit with torches set into the walls, the collar heavier than ever around her neck. Even down there, the sweaty stink of feet prevailed, or maybe that was all she could smell anymore. Oriel didn’t know.

In a large, stone room, no one explaining to Oriel what was happening, she faced Zella, the lizard grinning widely, her pink tongue lashing out softly against the side of her mouth. Dressed in sandals with a barmaid’s attire, the long dress falling down her body with a brown apron, the lizard’s clothes were neat and pressed, smelling fresh and clean. That all stood out in stark contrast to the cheesy richness of feet emanating from those very sandals, pressing Oriel to consider the foot torment that was to come.

Oriel gulped and shivered. Zella clenched her toes, flexing them out again afterwards, teasing her without needing any words. The lizard stood tall and lean with black horns that curled back from her head like those of a ram, five toes on each foot with the front of her body, her chest, stomach and lower still, being a lighter, smoother shade of green than the rest of her. The toes wriggling hinted at that lighter green being beneath her feet too, though Oriel didn’t want to know. She’d rather count the dark spines, chunky at the base, lining her brows, going from the front of her face to the base of each horn, following the line of her skull back.

“I hear you’re new,” Zella said softly, though the words slipped from her lips in a more serpentine, dangerous fashion than Oriel could have expected. “I’m Zella. You’re going to become very familiar with me…”

Oriel shook her head, looking around. The room, outside the pool of torchlight, was filled to the brim with kink gear, fetish furniture, all sorts of things that could bind her, torture her, use and abuse her. She gulped, turning her eyes back to the staff who had backed away to the door, but they were not there for her.

“Take care of her.”

She blinked. Was Zella leaving her so easily? The lizard stalked away, but she was just taken into the control of the staff again, their hands roughly groping and grabbing as she struggled and fought. Oriel, however, had refused to eat the night before and was weaker than usual, wobbling as they hauled her to her knees.

Oriel gasped, her pussy penetrated crudely, hips jerking, though it was just another one of those vibrating crystals, the cursed things. How many of those did they have anyway? It was gross, how often they used them, but her pussy softened around it, the magic of the crystal helping keep it tucked away inside her pussy. Her head shook from side to side, lips parting, but the crystal buzzed more powerfully than the first she had been subjected to, groaning softly.

“Please… Please no… Please, don’t do this to me…”

Yet the brothel ladies stood above her, dominating her, controlling her, looming so powerfully over her that Oriel wavered in her resolve. Was she really enough, in any way, to escape their grasp? She wasn’t so sure anymore, not as her body ached and trembled, their hands shifting and wavering, casting runes and drawing them in the air.

She didn’t know what the spell was, but she could guess as her body pressed in on itself. Somehow, she was becoming smaller and smaller, drawing in on herself, so little that she was not even the size of a mouse! It happened so quickly, throwing her off, a sense of vertigo overcoming her, the dungeon suddenly towering around her as if she had been trapped at the foot of a monster’s castle and she but a tiny human.

“What’s going on?” She cried out, looking up, the feet surrounding her, so lewd, so fragrant, so dominating. “You… You shrank me! I don’t want this! Turn me back! Please! Please, don’t leave me like this!”

Her voice, however, was so tiny and so squeaky that they honestly could not hear her — not that they would have done anything to help her predicament, after all. It was what Zella had wanted. The lizard returned at a slow, languid walk, the ground shuddering under the reverberating force of her footsteps. Staggering, Oriel tried, desperately, merely to stay upright.

The lizard was dressed for the occasion in a torso hardness that cut around her breasts in black leather, adorned with shiny, silver O-rings, and one that framed her hips and pussy too. Of course, nothing covered her breasts or her sex, leaving everything exposed and on show, leather cuffs around her biceps, forearms and upper thighs too, all to complete the ensemble. Clearly, her barmaid-like attire before had not suited Zella’s foot fetish fantasy duly.

“Hello there, tiny human,” Zella said, greeting her with a grin, leaning down to be heard, though it would be a very one-way conversation. “Don’t you look enticing down there, all tiny and helpless, hm? Wouldn’t you like a way to get out of your predicament?”

Oriel hopped up and down, waving her arms, no longer even concerned about her nudity. Yes, oh, yes, anything! The lizard, however, had donned brown sandals that closely hugged her feet, which was unusual for the brothel, but Oriel’s heart had leapt so much at the wondered of finding some way to be free again that she honestly did not even notice them. Not to the extent that she should have, anyway. Such was the way of her broken life in the brothel…

“Well then,” Zella said, pleased that Oriel was going along with everything so easily. “This is your chance. Consider it a game, slave. I’ll give you five minutes to hide, anywhere in the dungeon, beyond… You won’t get far though. If you are not found within thirty minutes, you will be left alone for the rest of the day. If you are found, however…”

Oriel nodded, lips pressed into a firm, resolute line. To not be abused and used for the rest of the day, forced to absorb and inhale the scent of sweaty feet again? Sold! She might still have been a slave, but having any sort of respite was all that she could think of, whimpering softly and nodding, still nodding. She had to make sure the lizard understood her, after all…

The countdown was set and Oriel fled. But where to go? The dungeon was dingy and dark down on ground level, the big stones covering the floor uneven at the edges. It was not something that she would have noticed if she had been at her ordinary size, but it was hard to traverse at the size of a mouse. She could only imagine just how many bare feet had walked over that very dungeon floor over the years that the brothel had been running, puckering up her lips in revulsion. No one down there could see her making a face like that anyway.

Eventually, she burrowed into what seemed to be a chest of foot torture devices, things that looked like they could clamp big toes and sweat potions and feathers for tickling… Oriel had not known all that much about the fetish at all before being taken to the brothel, but she knew that there were some depraved things at play there, things that not even she had yet experienced. She didn’t want to understand more either, not as the smell of feet intensified, biting with something like the smell of fresher sweat, though Oriel could not quite place where it was coming from.

“Unff…”

She moaned, pressing a hand over her mouth, though that forced her to breathe through her nose, which only made other things more difficult. Quiet, she had to be quiet… She could get a day of rest and reprieve if only she could be quiet, if she could stay hidden.

And yet…the buzzing of the vibrating crystal made that harder than ever, shifting her hips, even rocking back and forth lightly. Fuck, she’d not been that horny in a while, though it was entirely a reaction of her body, not her mind, her aching, twitching pussy trying to squeeze down on the crystal that stayed lodged inside her. There was something on them that stuck to her passage when her juices flowed, though she didn’t honestly know the true ins and outs of how they worked.

She didn’t have to, not as the lizard stalked around the dungeon, her massive footsteps sending tremors through the floor whenever and wherever she moved.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Zella called tauntingly. “Oh, foot slave, you’re not going to escape me…”

She grunted. Oof… It was too much for her, the lust rising inside, her pussy aching. She needed to get off and the crystal, wow… It was so strong, strong enough that she wouldn’t have minded using it for herself too if she had had the choice, but, well, Oriel had never had the choice, not in the brothel.

“Mmm…”

Oh, she hadn’t meant to make that noise! But the crystal was just so good, good in a bad way, her body pushing into it, grunting faintly, whimpering, moaning. Yet if she kept on making sounds like that, Zella was gonna discover her in no time and the lizard was gonna take away her day of freedom!

“I can smell you, slave… I can feel your lust…”

Oriel whined. Oh, hell… She had to stay quiet, had to stay down, tucking her face and chin down, looking out through a crack in the side of the wooden chest. It was so vulnerable to be so small, shaking against the toys as they all trembled against her with every step of the lizard’s massive feet. Well, Zella’s feet were smaller than Ruby’s had been, but they were massive while Oriel was tiny, shuddering from her.

And yet…her fate had all the time been sealed. She didn’t know how long she managed to hold out as she shrank back and down, grunting and striving to suppress her groans. She couldn’t be found, she just couldn’t, and yet she twisted up against the torture devices and more in the chest, buried there and grunting thickly in the back of her throat.

“Aha!”

And then light spilt onto her and a giant hand reached in to grab her. Zella grinned widely, showing her teeth, though Oriel squealed.

“Eep!”

The toy! It had given her away — her moans! Fear kicked in, flight instinct taking off, fleeing from the lizard’s hand. Zella dropped her outside the chest and Oriel launched herself for the exit at full pelt, her tiny body stretched out, reaching for the bottom step of the dungeon.

“Run, run, as fast as you can…”

Zella’s taunts washed over her, though Oriel could only whimper and moan as the toy stimulated her still, somehow staying inside her pussy. The steps, yes, the steps… She didn’t know how she was gonna get up them, but…

Oh! Was that a crack in the wall? Only small enough for a mouse, yes, sure, but she was that size now — thankfully, for once! Hope bloomed in her and she ducked off to the side, the ground leaping and jumping under her as the vibrations from the lizard’s feet shook her off-balance. But she had to get there, she simply had to, finding a way out…

“Gotcha!”

But that did not come from Zella but from the brothel staff as the women erupted into peals of laughter. Something wrapped around Oriel when she was a foot from the hole in the wall, crashing to the ground, bondage flying around her, from the brothel ladies’ magic. She grunted, the leather sliding over her skin, though she didn’t know quite what position she was being strapped into her as her hands were yanked back behind her body, her feet too, as if trying to meet in the middle of her back, forcing her body to bow. The magic bonds strapped her into a tight hogtie, her back arched, the tie between her arms and legs leaving a nice “handle” for her to be moved around by. The leather bondage was small enough to take her in that form, clearly, something planned ahead of time, though Oriel’s heart sank and sank…

Had they never intended to give her anything at all? Was every game gonna be rigged against her?

“Mmph!”

Oriel grunted in complaint as a ball gag shoved its way into her mouth, sealing away her muffled cries, Zella and the brothel staff crowding her, surrounding her. Clamped and buckled into the strict hogtie, with the help of their magic, the hogtie secured her firmly, Zella picking her up with a booming laugh that echoed strangely as a result of Oriel’s size. Everything seemed louder when she was that small.

“Aw, did you think you were going to get away?”

Zella mocked her, dangling Oriel by a bit of leather, like a leash, that was attached to her hogtie. Oriel grunted into the gag, eyes wide and strained, begging for release that would not come. Inside her, the crystal buzzed. Damn that crystal… She drooled around the ball gag, the crude shape not helping her at all.

“I guess you’re all mine now,” Zella said with a grin, as if it was all as intended, seating herself comfortably for the next stage. “You’re mine for the day… And I have just the place to take you.”

Oriel didn’t know what that meant, even as she slipped off her sandals, wriggling her toes and making sure that Oriel got a good look at them, her bits of debris and lint clung to her feet and the sandals too, the lizard stretching her legs out for the next event. Bending her knees out and her legs inwards, she cupped her feet below Oriel’s body, held above them in her hogtie. Oriel gulped, looking down at the baking airspace, the stench of cheese so crisp and so very bitter that her guts rebelled, reeling and roiling heaving in disgust. The steep, bumpy, glazed walls of the sole dripped with rolling beads of sweat, following the wrinkled lines of skin down and down and down.

Although Oriel did not know that Zella worked in a tavern, she might have been better placed to find out the lightly spiced (pumpkin spice) aroma of her feet too, the bite of spice clawing its way through the cheesy reek emanating from her soles. It was even worse between the toes, Oriel grunting, gagging, eyes streaming from the stench.

Then and only then was she lowered down between them, drawing out her torture, the soles coming together to trap her securely between them. The flexing toes of the lizard held her there, rubbing over her body, smearing her with sweat, the stench overpowering, clammy, nauseating, securing her so much smaller body in the darkness between the clasping cup of Zella’s feet.

Oriel’s body was so small that she was occasionally smothered between the toes with her head sticking out, the size of a mouse, wriggling and squirming, not knowing what else to do. Of course, there was little that she was able to do, because of the hogtie, the restraints so tight that she could barely even move a muscle – though that was the purpose of the leather wrapping her up so tightly. Oriel squealed, though the sound was muted. She hadn’t been making much more than a moan or a groan for a while, for she didn’t see the point in it. With the toes folding around her, the aroma of Zella’s feet was stronger than ever.

Her feet, however, were somewhat similar to Ruby’s, in the sense that they were still cheesy, even if the rankly cheesy stench was not as bad. She did not think that she would ever say something like that when it came to the reek of sweaty feet, but there she was then. Zella chuckled throatily, her voice seeming so much deeper while Oriel was mouse-sized, and smirked, her lips quirking, the tip of her tail wriggling back and forth. Her toes pushed and flexed around Oriel’s body, her head up by the big toes, though with having five toes, there were plenty to reach Oriel’s feet, even if they were not Zella’s focus. No, Zella just wanted to wrap her up in that softly cheesy and spicy scent, the sort of stench that clawed its way into Oriel and didn’t let her go, forever reminding her of her place.

Zella aggressively clamped Oriel between her two scales soles, wanting her in good and deep, though the reptile’s feet did not waste time contorting and pressing Oriel’s body between them, squishing and compressing her body with a sickening squelch. Oriel gasped in the hot humidity between her soles as her nude body stuck to them, the soft yet grimy texture rubbing across her bare skin. It was impossible not to feel every ounce of physical contact that they made.

The lizard’s feet played with her, taking turns in smearing her face into their soft grooves, the concave outline of her arches allowing the perfect safe spot to house the rest of Oriel’s body. Zella wouldn’t have wanted her to be crushed by the pressure, after all…

The pressure and push of the toes, dancing over her, rippling up and down, up and down, could have been like a massage if things had been different. But it was torture, reminding her of her predicament, the soft soles rippling, pulling, even tugging over her skin. To be so small against them was humiliating, her skin burning with it, though fear snarled within her, a caged beast that such a small, tiny human could not hope to release. The lizard, after all, had already stalked and hunted her prey.

It seemed that Oriel was gonna learn an awful lot more about all the different anthros that liked to visit and frequent the facility, though that was not of her own accord. The strong scent of cheesiness pulled at her, though Oriel could not even shake her head, grunting softly, trying to be small, trying to make Zella forget that she was there, though the rubbing, up and down, of the toes on either side of her, trapping her with the balls of the feet behind, was not something that she could escape, hogtie or no hogtie. Even some of the leather from the sandals seemed to have crept into the foot stench, lint rubbing off on her, though even that seemed so much bigger to Oriel in her tiny form, whimpering and whining, her cries of discomfort not even heard.

They never would be heard. Inside Oriel’s pussy, the crystal buzzed, but it was funny how that taunting pleasure, teasing her to the edge of orgasm but no further, could be forgotten, even if her body would be left frustrated afterwards. The slickness of her cunt drooled around the crystal but, in her bondage, she couldn’t even bring her legs back together. Such was her plight as a foot slave…

“You’re going to be my favourite, little foot slave,” she crooned, though there was no kindness in her deeper, rolling voice, Oriel shuddering as the boom pushed over her, crushing her. “Always under my feet, losing my silly, little games. But silly games are the only thing that I have for a foot slave like you, bought again and again to serve my needs. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Her toes pulled and flexed around Oriel, both of her big toes at once pressing in on either side of Oriel’s head, squishing her cheeks, her eyes wide. She tried to moan, but the sound died in the ball gag, muffled and broken. In and in and in, Zella forced her lips to purse out, grunting behind the pressure, her body just there for her to manipulate, though Zella had something more in mind too.