"You Federation Targs must be getting desperate..." A callous feminine voice cut through the darkness as Mat began to awaken in the next universe.
He managed to stay alive for a few days, tortured beneath Sarianis' toes in the Broken Isles as she wandered along the hills and rocks. His time came, as it always did, and he was thrust back into what he had come to know as 'The Stream' before he felt his senses coming back to him. He had no real way of figuring out which universe he would land in, but the voices had grown silent and the symbols no longer appeared during his travels. He felt like he was being watched though, by someone unseen...
"Wh..." Mat groaned as his vision slowly came back to him.
The blurred face high above became clear once more - One nice thing about becoming less human was that he could see without his glasses perfectly. He moaned out a pleasured moan, arching his back slightly as the sensations continued in his little body from his last experience. His little hand touched his chest momentarily, noticing something odd... Clothes? He was somehow back in his black tanktop and camouflage pants.
"How long have you been aboard the Karamar? How much do you know?" She asked in a fairly stern tone, her golden eyes piercing through him. The whites of her eyes were black as well, giving her a more menacing appearance to boot.
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Mat whimpered as he looked up to her. She was smiling a very sadistic grin as her index finger slid over his chest before the black pad touched his skin. She pressed down, feeling his rib cage slowly bow from the pressure.
"At your size, peta'Q... I could do so much to you. If you don't know anything, you're of no use to me."
"I..." Mat whimpered out with a slight breath as she let up just enough so he could speak, "Really don't... I'm not..."
"Pity... You're not even worth a mention in my report." The feline woman said, her two large feral fangs draped over her lower jaw like a saber-toothed tiger. "If you truly don't know anything... I'll let you choose how to die."
"I... I could pamper you." Mat offered, his [REDACTED] hidden by the camouflage pants he wore. "I'd even lick your feet."
She thought about it for a moment, gently tapping her index finger on his chest in a teasing manner. She was careful not to break any bone, but each tap was enough to knock the wind out of the little human. He gasped, trying to take in air when he could as his lungs sputtered like a motor failing to turn over.
"A human insect under my feet? You hardly deserve the honor..." She cooed down to him, crossing her legs. She stopped tapping on his chest, using her hands instead to remove the massive combat boots she wore. Her paws were bare inside, coated in sweat and grime. She set the boot aside, crossing her legs the other way to do the same. "However, if that's the death you wish to have. I'll send you to Gre'thor in the way most befitting an insect."
Without warning she grabbed Mat's leg and slid him off of her desk. He fell to the ground between her feet, landing on his back with a cold hard 'thud' as she leaned forward to look down to the little human. She couldn't help but smile at his predicament, tapping her fur-coated toes on the ground of the Bird of Prey's ready room as the feline gazed down upon her captive. She watched him gasp for air as he tried to get his breath back, holding his little chest as she lifted her left paw up from the ground just enough that he could slide underneath it.
Mat's eyes watered slightly, the smell of her paws overwhelmed his senses. She never actually wore any kind of socks inside of her combat boots, which was actually one of the reasons she thought this to be a fitting end for him. She flexed her toes, revealing the musky fur between each of the digits and the black muscular pads of her feet. As soon as he could, he inched his way underneath her foot and began to lick her skin.
"Baktag..." She cooed down to him, flexing her toes over his body as he licked at the bad of her grimy paw. His little nose nuzzled in between her toes, licking as deeply into her fur as he could. She could feel him working, and all the while she became more and more amused at his eagerness to be such a lowly servant. "All humans should be like you... I would absolutely adore feeling you miserable Peta'q break beneath my feet."
As she said that she slid her foot forward, pinning him underneath the arch of her sole. She gently pressed down, feeling his body slowly compress beneath her. She kept pressing, pushing him to the verge of breaking before she let up the pressure. He immediately began to lick again, kneading and nuzzling into the arch of her foot like an animal. To her, he was less than even that...
***Two Hours Later***
"Ha'DlbaH..." She groaned down to him, kicking him over to her right foot. She watched him roll, lifting her right foot just enough to catch him beneath the main pad of her paw. He was on his back still, the pad of her paw not nearly as clean as the other one was at this point. He had spent a long while licking every bit of lint off of the bottom of her foot. "Disgusting veQ. I can't wait to feel you break..."
"Captain..." A voice came from the doorway, her first officer stood as he looked to his grinning Captain with a puzzled expression on his face. "Am I interrupting something?"
"nuqneH..." She replied, looking up from Mathew on the ground. Her paw slowly lowered over his body, still feeling his little tongue on the pad of her paw as she leaned back in her chair. It was a powerful sensation to be conducting her ship with a human underfoot like this.
"We'll be dropping out of warp shortly at your given coordinates." Her first officer said, looking to her as he brought his hands behind his back to stand properly at attention. "Approximately ten minutes."
"Buy' ngop..." She said to him with a smirk on her face.
She slid forward in her chair slightly, slowly applying pressure on her right paw as Mat's body disappeared beneath the pad... All but his right hand. She could feel his chest struggling to breathe, his body quaking in what she thought to be fear as the pressure slowly increased... Finally, after a few seconds of pressure his body began to buckle. His bones popped and crackled before she felt his intestines burst from beneath his shirt. She lifted her heel, pressing down on him as her toes gripped into the ground. She watched as blood began to pool from beneath her paw, smirking callously down to the little human she just snuffed out. Every crack of his bones sent a pleasureful chill up her spine, every squelch of his blood did the same. It was sadistic, it was beautiful... Killing a human like this was simply exquisite...
"Your orders?" Her first officer said as he watched her put her boots back on. He didn't notice the flattened human pelt stuck to the pad of her right paw as it disappeared into her boot. She tugged it on tightly, pleased that Mat's body was sticking so well to her paw's pad. She stood up, feeling a few additional cracks and squelches in her boots as she made her way toward the doorway that her first officer stood in.
"I want you to do a scan of the Karamar. Look for anything that could potentially be transmitting encrypted information, then scan for any small animals. Use a higher level of detection than normal."
"Korra, do we have the time?" He asked.
"Do you mean to question my orders?" Korra asked, looking him in the eye as she stood before him. She was taller than him, as well as most of the other Klingon aboard her bird of prey. "Run the scan."
"Qapla!" He shouted, slamming his right fist over his chest before bowing his head to Korra slightly. She nodded in approval, looking down to him out of the corner of her eye as she walked past toward the bridge. The door to her ready room closed, leaving the blood stain on the ground that was where Mat once again met his painful fate.
She could feel his body crackling inside of her boot as she came to sit down on the chair in front of the viewscreen, crossing her leg so that the foot Mat's body was under hung in the air.
She had every intention of leaving him there, mashing his body into the insole of her boot.