Here is another story request from  gil that I wrote earlier this year. He gets more than he bargains for when he travels to Skyrim.

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Waffle took a deep breath as he trudged through the snow. The frigid air burned his throat as cold and bitter winds blew in his direction, its sting numbing him to the bone. His hands tugged at his damp and snow covered clothing as he looked up. It was barely past noon. Neither the sun nor its warmth could pierce the gray sheets of clouds that hung in the sky. He lowered his head and continued walking. He had to keep moving, least he freeze to death in the barren tundra if he couldn’t reach the city by nightfall. Keep moving. It was all he could do to stay alive.

The fading sun fell upon the ancient city of Windhelm. Its towering stone spires cast shadows across the rugged landscape it dominated. Waffle stood beneath its shadows, at the steps leading towards the entrance of the city. He had made it at last. He walked past the gates and into the city. Waffle walked onto the main pathways of Windhelm. Cold lifeless stone was the main feature of the city, the only material seemingly capable of surviving the frozen climate. He kept his distance from the crowds as he walked around and observed them. Everyone kept their heads low. Their foggy breath concealed eyes that glanced about as all hurried to their destinations. The guards stood immobile, their vigilant glances and intimidating frames seemed enough to keep order amongst the rabble. Waffle stood out from the crowd. His lightly colored clothing, though damp with water, seemed to strike with color compared to the dreary brown and matted clothing of the people and the unadorned armor of the guards.

Waffle shoved his shaky hands into his coat and rummaged through his pockets. His fingers produced a wet parchment. He unfurled the paper and read it, pressing his finger against it and letting it travel as he muttered the names of landmarks he passed on his way here. It stopped on Windhelm. This was the right place, he was sure of it. He began to think about why he was chosen to come here, to Skyrim, and his travels across its rugged and inhospitable terrain. How he longed to be home back in Elsweyr, to be amongst the dunes, the blazing sun, and familiar faces. To be sent so far from home, simply for an errand. The bite of winter brought him back to reality. He clenched his fists and dismissed his thoughts. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could leave.

The sun vanished and night was upon him. He had to find shelter. Waffle thought about the temples he saw on his journey. The Empire and the Imperial Cult were on its last legs, but remnants of their faith were still scattered about the provinces. There must be one here; it was the best place to start. Waffle cupped his hands and blew into them as he moved on to look for his new destination. His ears perked up as he walked through the narrow stone alleyways, the voices growing louder and more agitated as he neared. The source of the argument was coming from the around the corner before him. Against his better judgment, he stopped and listened.

“Where is it?” one of the voices spat. “It was supposed to be here two days ago.”

“I-I don’t know,” a frightened voice stammered. “I’m just the courier. I swear on my ancestors, I don’t know anything.”

“I don’t believe you,” a third voice hissed.

Waffle peered around the corner to get a better look. He saw three people. The two with their backs two him wore grey and black leather armor, their hoods covering their heads. They were identical in their appearance, save for their mismatched tails. He readily identified them – Argonian, the other Khajiit. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the third. He couldn’t tell at first, but he was able to identify the grey skin and blood-red eyes of their captive Dunmer. Waffle ducked again as their conversation continued.

“Please, let me go. Talk to the boss, knows more than-.” The Khajiit’s low growl cut his pleading short.

“We already talked with him,” the Argonian said. “He didn’t seem to know where it was either. But he was kind enough to mention your name before I slit his throat.” The elf cowered as the two moved closer to him.

“You’ve got one last chance to hand it over, elf.” The Khajiit unsheathed his dagger and inched it closer to their frightened Dunmer’s neck. “He mentioned other people too. They didn’t know where it was either, and your name is the last one on our list.”

Waffle watched the pair as they held their captive at knifepoint. He was frozen with indecision. They weren’t aware of his presence yet. He still had time to slip away and leave the elf to his fate. But he couldn’t leave on good conscience knowing he had witnessed a potential murder. He was no fighter either. He couldn’t face them head on and his body was fatigued; the meager amount of spells he knew would be of little use. He closed his eyes and felt a lump in his throat form as he backed away from the alley, continuing his search for the temple. He quickly opened them when he felt himself bump into something. He whirled his body about and his eyes went wide when he saw the pile of garbage that lay next to him crash to the ground.

“What was that?” the Argonian said, turning around. Waffle bit his lip and shut his eyes.

“Probably a rat,” the Khajiit muttered, keeping his eyes and blade on the elf. “Go flush it out.”

His scaly companion stepped forward, his eyes roving from left to right. He stopped moving at times, watching and listening for any other sounds or movements. “Come out, come out, little rat,” he growled as he continued walking.

Waffle ducked into the filth and hid himself as best he could. His body shook as the Argonian emerged from the alleyway, no more than ten feet from where Waffle lay hidden. He looked around, casting his eyes over the dark area.

“Someone is here,” he whispered, “but I wonder where?”

He unsheathed his weapon and tapped it against the wall as he approached the area where the rubbish lay. Waffle flinched as he heard the sound move closer and closer to him. The sounds of tapping and footfalls ceased. Waffle opened his eyes, not knowing what to do next. The Argonian was on top of him, still searching the area. His footsteps moved towards the garbage pile and let his blade prod the refuse. Waffle clenched his fists and closed his eyes. His heart pounded, waiting for the terrible moment where he would be discovered.

“You see anything yet?” the Khajiit called out, breaking the silence. The Argonian clenched his teeth and hissed angrily before returning to the alleyway.

Waffle covered his face with his hands and shook his head. He had narrowly avoided detection and certain death, but he was not safe yet. They knew someone was there. He couldn’t stay hidden forever, yet he had to chance one more glance. Whether they saw him then didn’t matter to him. He would make a break for it, consequences be damned. He carefully removed himself from the garbage and crept over to the corner one last time. His gasped as he looked around the corner and saw a blur of grey rush into him, knocking him onto the ground.

The world spun about as he heard the panicked frenzy of hands and feet digging into the snow before taking off into the distance. He heard another set footsteps closing in. “It seems we had a rat problem after all,” the Khajiit said as the Argonian grabbed Waffle’s limp body and dragged him into the alley.

“I don’t know why you stuck around,” the Argonian said, tightening his grip on Waffle. “I gave you plenty of time to leave.” He chuckled coldly as he shoved him against the wall and pressed his body against him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you hiding in the garbage. You don’t sneak up on a thief and live to tell about it.” The Argonian drew his blood-stained blade, its deadly glint hovering in the wide-eyed Waffle’s face. The lizard smiled and bared his fangs as he lowered the weapon and pressed the edge of the blade against Waffle’s neck.

“Now, now, Je Dar,” The Khajiit interjected, placing his hand on the Argonian’s. “We don’t need to kill him out here in the open and we’ve attracted enough attention.” He held out his other hand, producing a wooden container. “We’ve got what we came for anyways.”

The Argonian kept his gaze fixed on Waffle. His fingers moved about the hilt of his weapon as he considered his partner’s words. “You may have a point, Dar‘Rath, but I still want to have fun with this one. No point in leaving any witnesses.”

The Khajiit smiled, keeping his hand on his partner’s as he cast a glance towards their victim. “You didn’t have your fill with the others? No wonder you’re on thin ice with the Guild.”

The Argonian snorted at his reply. “He’s still dead either way.” He lowered his weapon and pressed the tip against Waffle’s torso, prodding him in different areas as it went lower. Waffle closed his eyes and whimpered, hoping that his assailant was merciful enough to end him quickly rather than letting him bleed to death in the frozen alleys of a foreign country.

“What are you three doing over there?” a gruff voice called out. The Argonian quickly sheathed his blade and released his grip on Waffle as the guard approached them. “Move along. There’s a curfew in this city and I’ve the mind to throw you three into the dungeons.”

Dar’Rath took a few steps forward, placing himself between the guards and Je Dar. “The three of us were only having a friendly chat. There’s no need for you to-.”

The guard furrowed his eyes. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” He continued to walk towards the Khajiit, stopping only a few inches from his face. “I said move along.”

From the corner of the feline’s eye he could see two torches emerging from the shadows. As they passed the building across the alley, they stopped their patrol to monitor the incident. Dar’Rath scowled and turned around. “Let him go. We’re done here.”

“You got lucky,” was all the Argonian whispered before shoving him against the wall one last time. The guards kept their eyes on the pair as they walked away from the alley and into the city. The guard then turned his attention to Waffle.

“That means you, too. Get moving.”

Waffle nodded. He was still in shock, having come so close to death. He took a few steps forward then stopped to look at the guard who was leaving the area. He spoke up, having remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

“E-Excuse me,” Waffle said, trying to get guard’s attention. The Nord turned around and looked at him. “I’m new to this city and I was wondering if there was a temple here. Could you tell me where it is?”

The guard scoffed. “Of course there’s a temple here. It’s not a popular place to be these days, though. But if you insist on going there, the Temple of Talos is near the center of the city, you can’t miss it.”

Waffle nodded. “Alright, thanks.” He watched the guard as he turned away and joined the others on their patrol. When the lights of their torches disappeared into the darkness, he was alone once again. He gathered his belongings that fell onto the snow and made his way towards the temple.

Windhelm lay shrouded in darkness and silence. The streets were abandoned to the elements. Only the dull flicker of the torches that the guards carried wandered the streets. Waffle moved through the stony corridors of the city, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as his feet crunched through the cold snow. He looked ahead towards the building near the center of town where the ancient structure stood. Old candles sat within the nooks, blown out by the wind and snow. They once illuminated the runic symbols lovingly etched into the building. He had found the temple. At last, he thought, he could get some well earned rest and get directions for this frozen maze of a city. Before he took his next step, his ears perked up and his fur stood on end.

He heard footsteps behind him in the distance. He had heard them for a little while, following him and stopping at times. He turned around, looking into the dark city square only to find none save for himself present. His heart began to beat heavily. He could no go to the temple. He was not safe anymore. He was sure the pair of thieves were following him, waiting for the opportunity to silence him. The priests of the temple wouldn’t be able to protect him. The thieves would either enter the temple, elude the priests and kill him in his sleep, or, having seen their vicious nature first hand, simply kill everyone inside. At that moment, Waffle did the only thing that came naturally. He ran.

Waffle fled through the city streets, his belongings jingling about his person as he ran through the snow, hoping to throw off his followers. Building after building emerged and disappeared into the dark as he passed them. His body ached as fatigue and the cold and dampness of the snow began to take him. He slumped against a building, nearly collapsing onto the ground. Between breaths, he listened, hoping that he managed to throw them off of his trail. Moments passed, almost an eternity to Waffle. He couldn’t hear anything, but he was still out in the open, still vulnerable to the elements. He still needed shelter.

He raised his head and looked into his right. There was a building, its torch burning brightly in defiance of the harsh winter night. He could see light coming from the inside and the occasional shadow drifting by its windows. He was apprehensive, not wanting to approach the building much for the same reasons the temple. He was tired of running and couldn’t go any further. Waffle picked himself up and approached the building. He could feel the warmth of the flames emanating from the structure as he neared and entered.

Candlehearth Hall it was called. At least that’s what Waffle thought he heard as he listened to the proprietor and her welcoming speech. He was too tired to listen to any of the words she said, save for the fee for the room – ten gold. He fumbled through his pockets and fished out the appropriate amount, placing it on the table before her with a wet thud. After counting his money, she escorted him to her room. She continued talking with him as they went upstairs into the main hall. He couldn’t remember a word she said.

At last, they reached his room, a small and warm area complete with a bed. Waffle thanked her for her kindness and waited for her to leave. Once she was on her way back downstairs, he closed the door and threw his belongings to the ground and fell onto the bed. It did not take long for him to fall asleep, despite his damp clothing. He could not hear the creaking coming from the other end of the door as two figures crept into his chamber as he slept.


“Is he coming around yet?”

Waffle heard a muffled voice off in the distance. Everything was dark and he couldn’t feel a thing. The sounds he heard grew clearer as he fought to regain his consciousness.

“I don’t know. You hit him pretty hard.”

His body began to shake as he woke up. Numbness left his body and replaced it with a throbbing pain in his head. He moved his fingers as they tried to ball up into fists as he opened his eyes when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Welcome back. Did you miss us?”

The Argonian and Khajiit from the alley stood over him, leering down at him. Waffle panicked and tried to move his body, but he felt it weighed down by heavy bindings. The Argonian came down on top of him, pinning his body to the floor as he unsheathed his blade.

“Nobody’s here to save you now, runt,” Je Dar said, grabbing Waffle’s throat. “I’m going to finish what I started.”

“Not so fast, Je Dar,” the Khajiit said, pulling him off of Waffle and keeping a hand on his weapon.

“What?” the Argonian spat in protest. “I’m trying to enjoy this.”

“Well, I want in on the fun too,” the Khajiit said, holding his blade steady.

“What do you mean?”

Dar’Rath knelt before Waffle. He took a hand and scratched behind his ear in a surprisingly affectionate manner. He placed his head against Waffle’s and nuzzled him, purring softly into his ear. He pulled away and stood up. A smile formed on his face as he turned to face his partner.

“A fun little game I just thought up. Something the both of us can enjoy.”

“And what kind of game is this?” Je Dar said, sheathing his blade in annoyance. Dar’Rath stood up and walked to the Argonian’s side and whispered into his ear. Waffle couldn’t hear a word they said, but he winced with horror as he saw the Argonian’s eyes light up as a wicked smile crept onto his face.

“You always did come up with the best games,” Je Dar said, grabbing onto Dar’Rath’s waist and pulling him close.

The Khajiit laughed and brushed the Argonian’s scaly arms off of him. “Please, not in front of our guest,” he teased. He took Je Dar’s hand and walked him to the other end of the room.

“I’ll let you get the things we need for our game,” he whispered. “Our guest needs to be prepared in the meantime.” He squeezed the Je Dar’s hand and let go, watching the Argonian leave the room. Dar’Rath turned and approached Waffle, his hands beginning to crackle with magic.

“I hope you’ll enjoy it too,” the Khajiit said, letting his spell fly through the air in a wild arc towards Waffle. He shut his eyes as he saw the spell hit him and surge through his body. It didn’t hurt him, but he felt his strength being sapped from his limbs as he saw the world bend and distort around him.

The rope began to loosen as Waffle struggled to free himself from his bindings. Though it no longer held him in place, he felt the rope grow heavier with each passing moment. Dar’Rath approached him, the Khajiit’s footsteps echoing in his ears. Waffle’s mouth was agape as he looked up. The Khajiit was far larger than before and steadily growing larger. Dar’Rath must have used his magic to steal Waffle’s strength to bolster his size. But that didn’t make any sense; everything else was growing too. Waffle gasped when he figured it out: The Khajiit was not growing. Waffle was shrinking. He pulled himself over the ropes and ran.

Dar’Rath watched as Waffle scampered across the floor towards the door. He smiled as he watched his miniature prey escape, steadily growing smaller as he ran from one end of the room towards the other. He took several steps forward, keeping abreast of Waffle as he moved closer to him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Dar’Rath’s voice boomed from high above as his foot came down on top of Waffle. He pressed down on Waffle’s body, pinning him to the dirty wooden floor. Dar’Rath laughed as he heard Waffle’s muffled scream of pain. He shifted his weight and relieved some of the pressure he placed on him. He kept his foot in place, keeping Waffle pinned to the floor as he felt him writhe and squirm beneath his boot.

“Don’t tire yourself out just yet,” the Khajiit said, licking his lips. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

The Khajiit looked and saw that Je Dar had returned. The Argonian was holding his boots in one hand, its undone laces and socks stuffed inside them. He dropped them on the floor and embraced Dar’Rath intimately.

“Are you ready?” Dar’Rath whispered. Je Dar nodded. The Khajiit smiled as Je Dar reached for the boots and set them aside for later. Dar’Rath lifted his foot and scooped up the dazed Waffle into his hand. The pair smiled at Waffle as the first act of their game began.

Dar’Rath placed Waffle in the Argonian’s hands. Je Dar’s eyes narrowed at the tiny form he held and gave him a firm squeeze. He sat on the floor and gestured for the Khajiit to do the same.

“I’ll start you off with something easy,” he said. Je Dar crawled towards Dar’Rath and untied his boots with his free hand while his head nuzzled the Khajiit’s leg. He slowly undid the laces and slipped them off one by one and kept Waffle close to his boots. The Argonian paused for a moment as he sat upright and slowly removed the Khajiit’s boots, revealing his socked feet. His hand embraced his right foot, his thumb stroking his firm sole as his fingers caressed his toes. His eyes were fixated on his unwrapped treats as he pushed the Khajiit’s foot against his chest. He bent his neck down to take in the feline’s scent before licking his sock covered toes. Waffle tried to turn his head away from the sight and overwhelming smell, but the Argonian’s thumb kept a firm grip on his head, forcing him to watch their affectionate display.

Dar’Rath repositioned himself and thrust his feet against Je Dar’s snout. The Argonian’s free hand held them in place as he lay on the floor, rubbing the tops of his feet and pressing his muzzle into them as hard as he could. His mouth could barely open itself as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked his lover’s socked soles. His nostrils flared as he inhaled nothing but the Khajiit, wanting nothing more than to take in his lovely scent. Dar’Rath’s hands touched the Argonian’s head, stroking his face as his fingers crept lower, lifting his head slightly to kiss him on the forehead. Je Dar opened his eyes and looked up. The Khajiit smiled and took his scaly hand, guiding it towards his sock.

Je Dar’s eyes widened as Dar’Rath removed his sock, his naked foot finally revealing itself. The Argonian needed no further coaxing. He slammed Waffle against its sole as his head dove in to nibble and lick his plump digits. Waffle was pinned on the Khajiit’s foot, forced to watch as Je Dar closed his eyes and greedily slurped each toe down one by one. Waffle’s struggling only added to Dar’Rath’s pleasure as he moaned and wriggled his toes, brushing against Waffle’s head and urging the Argonian to continue. Je Dar’s free hand stroked his lover’s leg as he held it firmly in place. His mouth and tongue slowly approached Waffle’s head. Waffle could only gasp as the Argonian’s jaw clamped down on his head and Dar’Rath’s toes. He couldn’t see a thing as the lizard’s tongue squirmed and wriggled about his head and neck, trying to brush him aside while his mouth suckled on his toes. His tongue moved to the side and licked between his digits, slathering Waffle’s face in his saliva. He coughed and gagged as the Argonian’s massive maw threatened to devour him, his senses overwhelmed by the Khajiit’s lingering odor and the Argonian’s musky breath and loudly slurping tongue. At last, Je Dar released Waffle from both his mouth and hand, letting him collapse onto the floor.

The Argonian continued his worship as he moved towards the second foot, which still ached and craved for his attentions. His hands were now free to caress and massage his foot as he unwrapped his second morsel and licked the Khajiit’s sole. Dar’Rath pressed his free foot against the Argonian’s face, causing him to moan with pleasure as the Khajiit’s paw mashed itself against his nose once again.

Waffle lay there in a daze. His mind still was trying to process everything that had transpired. His thoughts were interrupted when he was lifted into the air again. Dar’Rath placed him in his hand and held him close to his eyes, pondering how to further punish him. His free hand reached for the boots that lay on the floor and took the laces from it. He smiled at Je Dar, who was still occupied with worshipping his soles. The Khajiit stroked his neck to get his attention, holding Waffle and the laces in his hand. Je Dar wordlessly took both from him and went to work.

He placed Waffle on Dar’Rath’s right foot, placing his back against the feline’s sole as he bound him tightly in place. Waffle felt his torso tighten with each wrapping the Argonian made, his body held firmly in place unable to move. Waffle mashed the back of his head against the Khajiit’s firm sole, his body being pressed against it as the Argonian finished wrapping him in place. Je Dar gave the Khajiit’s foot a test. He lifted it into the air and moved it up and down, making sure Waffle would stay in place. Satisfied, he lowered his partner’s foot and cradled it in his hands, stoking his heel and leg as he eagerly awaited the next part of Dar’Rath’s game.

“It’s my turn to sample you now,” Dar’Rath said, holding up the Argonian’s boot. “But I think I’ll let our guest take the first lick.”

Waffle watched as the Argonian removed his socks to reveal his scaled feet. The Khajiit smiled as he reached down to caress his feet and rub between the lizard’s toes. Waffle averted his eyes as he was inched closer towards Je Dar’s sole. He winced as he was pushed closer. The lizard’s scent caused his eyes to water as he tried to turn his head away. Their feet pressed against each other, their toes interlocking where they could. Waffle’s tiny body was smashed between them, his face rubbing against the Je Dar’s scaly foot and his back stroking Dar’Rath’s warm sole. The pair pressed into each other as hard as they could, their toes scratching and prodding Waffle’s head as they stayed in place. Dar’Rath bent down and licked their toes with his long tongue. He reached for every inch and crevice he could find, tasting their mixed flavors as he kissed and licked their toes one by one. His hands crept towards the Argonian’s free foot and began to rub it. His thumbs slid up and down his scaly foot, feeling the firm dips and rough rises of his sole and heel as he stopped to kiss Je Dar’s foot lovingly. The lizard felt something warm touching against his foot. Dar’Rath moved his foot slightly. He saw Waffle gently licking the Argonian’s sole.

Dar’Rath giggled, “I think he likes you now.”

“He’ll love me when I do this then,” Je Dar said, untying Waffle from the Khajiit’s foot. He placed him face first on the ground and slammed his down on top of him. He pressed his sole into his body, nearly flattening him with the impact. The Argonian relieved the pressure on Waffle’s body and flipped him over with his toes before stuffing one in his tiny mouth.

Waffle gagged as the Argonian’s toe entered his mouth. He tried to push it away from him, but the lizard’s massive size kept him firmly in place. His tongue lapped his toe as he continued to struggle. His tiny hands reached up and grabbed the Argonian’s foot, holding it in place as he suckled on his toe. Waffle’s hands pushed against his scaly toe, pressing themselves into it as his fingers explored what they could. Je Dar moved his toe out of Waffle’s mouth and knocked him to the floor. He looked away and reached for his sock, confident that Waffle wouldn’t move away.

Waffle picked himself up, his body aching in pain from the lizard’s massive foot. Everything kept replaying in his head, from the moment he was shrunk till the moment ke was knocked down by the Argonian. He was not sure why he waited there, wondering what the Argonian would do to him next. His heart began to race at the thought of the next perverse act he could carry out, not out of fear, but excitement. He was somehow beginning to enjoy these punishments. He licked his lips, still moist with the taste of the lizard. He watched as Je Dar stood before him once again.

The Argonian snatched Waffle from the ground and held him close to his old socks, letting him suffer the stench of his feet and sweat. Waffle winced as the sock neared, its strong smell clogging his nostrils. The sock collided with him, forcing him to take in its scent least he suffocate. Waffle breathed deeply, his eyes watering at the overwhelming stench of the lizard’s feet. The sensation dulled itself in time as he continued to sniff the sock. Its smell reminded him of a more concentrated version of the Argonian’s foot. Je Dar grinned as he noticed the tiny Waffle sniffing his sock in earnest, taking in as deep of breaths as his tiny lungs would allow.

“You little pervert,” Je Dar whispered to Waffle. “You love licking and groveling at our feet to the point you would worship my sock?” His eyes narrowed as he lifted Waffle once more, slowly inserting him into the sock. “Would you love it even more if you could stay in there all the time, beneath my feet where you belong?” Waffle nodded dumbly, intoxicated by the Argonian’s scent. He couldn’t deny himself any longer; he was loving every second of this. From the Khajiit’s warm, soft soles and affectionate footplay to the Argonian's cool, rough scales and dominant streak, he loved their feet equally in their different ways. He closed his eyes, awaiting the warm closeness of his sock so he could feel the lizard’s foot upon him, stepping on him, squishing him, trampling him over and over again with every massive step he took. He was shaken violently from his fantasy, now held in Dar’Rath’s hand.

“Why would you stick him in there? That is no fun for me,” he said, stroking Waffle’s head.

“I thought you said I could do what I wanted with him?” Je Dar said, frowning at the Khajiit.

“You can, Je Dar, when we’re both done with him. I’m not finished yet.”

“You’re such a mood killer,” Je Dar growled as he left the room.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” the Khajiit murmured. He turned his focus to Waffle, staring down at his tiny body wriggling in his hand. “And he wanted to put you in his filthy socks. You would be too dirty to have fun with then,” he said before licking Waffle and kissing him on the forehead.

“Besides, if you were in his sock, I couldn’t do this.” Dar’Rath set him on the floor and cast another spell on Waffle.

His view began to sink even closer to the floor and the Khajiit began to tower ever higher. Everything was further away, more so than before. His thoughts were interrupted when Dar’Rath stepped forth, the ground shaking and the wood creaking with his weight. Waffle’s mouth hung agape as his head tilted backwards, trying to take in the Khajiit’s seemingly impossible height. Dar’Rath smiled.

“I’m much kinder than he is anyway. I know you appreciate me more than he does you. Show me how much you love me,” he said. The Khajiit’s face was obscured by the wall of toes that came up and down as he wriggled them, taunting Waffle into coming closer and touching them. Waffle walked towards him, watching as the Khajiit’s plump digits began to fill his vision. His hands began to shake as he reached out to touch his warm toes. Waffle pushed his hands into Dar’Rath’s toe and watched as they sunk into his supple flesh, only to be pushed back. He moved closer, letting his body embrace as much of his toe as he was able to. He rubbed his body against the massive digit, shuddering at the thought of getting as close to a massive foot as this. He licked his lips and kissed Dar’Rath’s foot, his tongue lingering on his skin, tasting the sweet flavor of the Khajiit’s foot compared to the Argonian’s.

“Good boy,” Dar’Rath beamed, feeling Waffle’s warm tongue against his foot. “Obedience has its rewards, and I am more than generous to those that obey.” His foot brushed Waffle as he shifted its position. Waffle kept his hand on the Khajiit’s foot, feeling the dips and rises of his toes as the moved. His feet then placed Waffle between them as they closed in, pinning him in between the Khajiit’s plump digits.

Waffle writhed and moaned as he was pressed and squeezed between Dar’Rath’s toes. He licked them, urging the Khajiit to continue mashing his body into them. His hands groped and squeezed at Dar’Rath’s toes, feeling them press into him. His senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of toes pushing and pulling his body from seemingly every direction, as his nostrils filled with nothing but the Khajiit’s wondrous scent. His toes dropped the tiny Waffle on the ground and onto his back. Waffle groaned and tried to reach for his meal while he watched the best thing that could ever happen to him.

Dar’Rath lifted his foot, letting it hang in the air. He moved it about slightly, aiming for the tiny Waffle, that mere speck on the floor under his looming shadow. At once, he came down. The underside of his foot slowly filling Waffle’s vision as his big toe fell on top of him. Waffle’s eyes widened as his face made contact with his toe. He tried to open his mouth, to nibble upon his delicious treat, but it was kept shut by the weight of his toe, pressing down on the entirety of his being.

Waffle couldn’t move. The flats of his hands nudged and rubbed the Khajiit’s digit as his tongue barely touched skin, letting out a moan. Dar’Rath purred at the sensation of turning a full grown being into a mere indent under his foot. He picked up his foot, Waffle still stuck to his toe. He sat on the ground and pressed it onto the sole of his other foot.

“How does this feel, my pet?” Dar’Rath cooed. He licked his lips as he rubbed his feet against each other, feeling Waffle fall and rise with his firm soles. “How I wish I could keep you there forever,” the Khajiit mused, bending down and licking his own feet. “You would have loved it as much as I have. I would have used him, but he would have objected at the thought of being turned into a mere plaything. But you don’t mind, pet?”

Waffle shook his head. He didn’t mind at all. He loved every moment. Being smothered by massive feet, trampled under their toes, tasting their soles, suckling their delightful digits, and taking in their scents. He loved every second as he lay on Dar’Rath’s sole, licking and rubbing it with his mouth and body. How he wish he could stay with them forever, feeling and tasting their lovely feet as they take turns stepping on him and forcing him to into their socks, trampling and squishing him with every step they took. He let his thoughts drift through his mind as he and the Khajiit took their time licking his feet and toes. The hours flew by as night turned to day.


Je Dar entered the room several hours later. He saw Dar’Rath on the floor, curled up and fast asleep. He approached the sleeping Khajiit and placed a hand on his body, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath.

“Fell asleep on the floor, didn’t you?” Je Dar whispered to Dar’Rath as he shook his head. He picked him up and carried him into their bedroom and placed the feline’s slumbering body on the bed. The Argonian looked at him as he lay there sleeping, watching his ears flick about. He touched the Khajiit’s face and neck, watching as a soft smile formed on Dar’Rath’s lips. Je Dar shook his head.

“I can’t stay mad at you forever,” he said, leaning in and kissing Dar’Rath. He then left the room and closed the door behind him. He headed for the door, his boots and socks lying where he left them.

The ground rumbled as the Argonian neared his boots. Waffle woke up, his slumber broken by the crunching sounds of steps. He picked himself up and ran towards the opening in the boot, wondering what was going on. He gasped as he saw the Argonian looming above him, seemingly unaware of his presence.

Je Dar raised his foot as his hands lifted the boot into the air. Waffle was knocked and tumbled about, unable to keep his balance. He rolled forwards towards the heel of the boot. He landed face first, giving him a glimpse of what was coming next.

The Argonian’s toes slipped into the opening of the boot. What little light there was had been blotted out by massive his toes entering the hole. Waffle began to panic. With his only way out now gone, he had nowhere left to run except towards the end of the boot. Je Dar’s foot entered, taking up more and more space as it slipped in, nearly crushing Waffle as it advanced. Waffle bumped up against the back of the boot with no more room. He turned towards the oncoming scaly toes, those impossibly large digits wiggling forwards as they filled out the shoe and press against his body. His scream was muffled by the cool scales of the Argonian’s toes as they pressed down on his tiny body. They pushed and wriggled, trying to squeeze in every inch they could. Waffle was pinned beneath them, Je Dar’s weight pushing against his body, now aching underneath him.

His boot fell upon the ground, sandwiching Waffle between the boot and the Argonian’s toes. He felt himself being flattened and squished like the bug he was underneath Je Dar. The Argonian wriggled the toes in his boot, feeling something uncomfortable pushing back against them. He had considered removing the boot to flick out what he thought would just be a small pebble, but he began to reconsider, feeling somewhat more accustomed to the tiny object’s warm touch within as he began to walk outside. Waffle could only smile as he licked the Argonian’s toes, finally underfoot as he always wanted to be.