"Oh... My... God..." Mat heard as he lay on the ground, his breaths shaking gently. It was almost two hours since he had fallen off of Ziika's paw, and he still wasn't able to move much. His mind raced, and all he could still smell was the sweat dried on him and musk from being trapped inside of her shoe for the entire night. The dancing, everything... It was amazing that he found his own little nook to hide in... He opened his eyes slightly, just as he felt the familiar ripping pain of his hair jolting upward. "It IS you!"
"What?" Ziika said from the other room as Ellie held the dishes from their meal in her hand. She was just taking them in to get them washed after they finished watching a movie and nomming on burgers.
"Nothing, Just talking to myself!" Ellie said with a smirk as she held Mathew at eye level, many dozens of stories high for the little human. [REDACTED] and that was overly amusing to the little squirrel who gently set the dishes next to the sink to be washed later. She dropped him on the counter and used the tip of her claw to [REDACTED] "I can't believe you survived that..."
She continued distracting him with a smirk as she snagged a small rubbermaid container from the cupboard, large enough to fit a few dozen of his kind. Without warning she tossed him into the tiny container and sealed the lid, giving it a few shakes to see how he tumbled. Mathew was in a mix of heaven and hell, the night he spent at the rave under Ziika's paws was already intoxicating and pleasureful and now he was being toyed with...
****4 Hours Later****
Mathew lay in the container taking short breaths. The air was thin, and he couldn't do anything about it... She had sealed him in an air-tight container for so long he was running out of time. He swore he heard the door open and close a few times, before a hazy creature approached his container. The lid came off, and air came rushing in... He didn't have the time to celebrate his near-death experience before he was plucked up by his hair once again, though this time it was far less formal. Ellie's boots clacked against the wooden floor as she walked, swaying her hand back and forth in an idle stride... Mat swung as well, and he could hear strands of hair ripping from his scalp. He grabbed at her claw and his own hair helplessly, but there was no use.
"Ready for another night, pervy?" Ellie cooed down as she plopped herself down on a chair. It had a neat recliner-like leg-rest but it wasn't retractable... Casually she dropped Mathew on the arm of the chair and quickly untied the paces of her left boot. She pulled off her spotted sock with haste as well, plucking the helpless human up from the arm rest with ease. He wasn't fighting much, just trying to cope with all of the emotions and sensations flooding his tiny body. "I'm meeting up with a few friends for some drinks and dancing again, and this time... I'll make sure you don't survive."
With a sadistic smile she hovered Mat's tiny body over the sock's mouth and dropped him in. He tumbled and rolled, and just like before she shook it a few times to make sure he was all the way down in the sock before slipping it into her sweaty and grimy paws. She didn't shower, choosing instead to freshen up so that her paws would still reek. She couldn't even feel him wherever he was, which was all the more interesting for her... Casually she slipped her shoe back on, tied up her laces tightly, and darted back out the door.
**** 9 Hours Later ****
Mathew was lucky again, though it was a bit rougher of a ride. Instead of being around the ballpad of her paw like he was with Ziika, he was jammed up against her heel. It made the ride a lot more rough, her heel lifting and twisting in all of the dance moves she had been preforming... By now though, it was well past midnight and Ellie had completely forgotten her little torture toy. The sweat and grime under the hyper squirrel's paw was worse than Ziika's, since at least the Wolfess had cleaned her paws prior to the rave....
He couldn't tell what was happening, all he knew was that he was about to lose his tiny mind. [REDACTED]
Then it finally happened. She hopped up onto a stool at the bar and his tiny body dislodged from it's safe space. He could feel himself slip beneath the pad of her heel, pinned directly in the center as she drank some more drinks. Her heel would rock, teasing his tiny body for nearly an hour as the group she was with laughed and joked. It was the end of the weekend now, tomorrow was recovery day and after that the squirrel had to go back to work.
He heard the ball of her paw connect to the ground first, then the weight shifted. It was only for a quick second, but it was enough to break nearly all of his ribs and shatter both of his hips. He couldn't feel the pain though, numb from the days of pleasure he was exposed to. Like a tiny, drunk doll, Mat lay helpless as she took her first step. In fact, the sound of his bones breaking added to the euphoria.
The pressure rolled from his legs up to his chest. He felt his intestines lurch up into his chest cavity, as his diaphragm shattered. The side of his chest beneath his arms, split open with enough space for a few little organs to spew out followed by his intestines. His skull snapped and shattered as well, but it didn't squish entirely. His eyes bulged as his head deformed from the pressure just as she lifted her paw for another step...
Ellie giggled, still holding a White Russian in one hand as she tried to maintain her balance. She lifted her left paw, and in order to save herself from falling it came down... Hard. She could hardly feel it underneath her skin, but for some reason Mat's death registered in her drunk mind. A slight resistance, before a little 'pop'... That was enough to make her night. She vaguely remembered putting him in there, and with a smirk she lifted her glass in the air and began to dance a little bit to the song playing... She was sure to grind her heel down nice and slow on Mat's corpse.