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Spending the entire day trapped inside a small leather pouch was absolutely horrendous. The darkness didn't help the heat that bore down on the little one, and if he had been anyone else, he likely would have died of heat exhaustion long ago. Mat had been captured that morning before his captor's day began, and he was taken along for the ride. He didn't know when he would be let out again, but listening to her conversations through the leather was enough to keep him entertained from time to time. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the space over his head opened up to reveal some light.
A pair of fingers with pink pads came down into the pouch, catching him by his hair as he was lifted up to eye level. He whimpered, grabbing at the blue strands of hair atop his head to help support himself.
"What a unique little bug." Rosaline said to herself as she held him up, "Just like the others, but you're bigger than I remember."
Mat wasn't able to say anything before she noticed his [REDACTED] from the attention. She smirked brightly, looking back to the little one's face without saying a single word. Then, her fingertips parted. Mathew fell to the ground, landing hard on his back on the cement as she looked down to him. He gasped for air, trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of him. However, other than his breath being lost, he was alright for the time being.
"This is going to feel really good..." Rosaline said to herself, nearly under her breath.
She knelt down, unstrapping the leather boots she wore that were designed specifically for a digitigrade paw structure. They were easy enough to step out of, and once she was free of them, she set them to the side and lifted her right paw into the air. 'What a strange little human,' she thought to herself as she looked down to him. [REDACTED], and he was just laying there... Looking back to her, not concerned with his own life in the least. Even ants run when they're aware their life is on the line. Maybe the humans all look like this? Maybe they all just want to be put underfoot? Well, if that's the case... Might as well oblige them~
She set her paw down on the human, feeling his breath against her musky pad. Maybe the smell would be enough to turn him off and make him squirm a bit? [REDACTED], so the first thing she thought to do was smear her sweat on it. Rosaline began rubbing her paw up and down, enjoying the sensation of his body down there. It was like a little massage stone, the perfect amount of give to really get into the tired muscle behind her paw pad. Then, she felt the little one [REDACTED]! [REDACTED]? She continued rubbing down on him for a few seconds before lifting her paw up to see him down there. A little splatter of glowing blue liquid lay between his spread legs, and he looked tired...
Smirking down to Mat, she stepped back onto him. This time though, she wasn't gentle. She shifted her weight, and the sensation of his bones cracking under her paw sent chills up her spine. He didn't resist long, and within a second she felt his skull collapse and his intestines press out of his body. He was flat, like the bug he truly was.
But now, would he stick?
Rosaline lifted her paw from the floor, looking to it as she felt the pelt of skin and flesh keep on her. Her grin widened when she noticed that he was still there, though this time - she wouldn't leave the cleanup to chance like she did before. Instead of walking off, she slipped her paw back into the big, black leather boot she had nearby and tied it up. As she did the same to the other, she put all of her weight down on him again. She could feel him flattening into her insole more with that, causing her stubby tail to wag back and forth behind her.
A human, dissolved into her insole? He'd surly just become more and more of a little stain as time went on.
And the best thing was: Nobody would know, aside from her best friend Astraya...