Hi! This is my first submission here so if you happen upon this, please enjoy and leave criticism or critiques.

It's about a micro who gets captured and is kept as a toy. The first bit is plot/character stuff, but gets good after the first or second ~~~!

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Blake entered the campus diner for the first time in a full year, ready to finally taste food that wasn’t either ramen noodles or burnt, unlike what his current unhealthily saline diet was. He was one of the unlucky students who, while coming in with a full ride so he could serve the football team, wasn’t granted with unlimited campus food. Unable to afford even the lowest option of the dining plans as an inept cook, he had to resort to buying only enough credits to last a normal person a month - which he would at last use up now the semester was coming to a close. He licked his lips - a trait he got from his St Bernard father - and smiled.

He swiftly moved through the small but growing crowd, his smile growing into a grin as so many students recognized and even greeted him enthusiastically; he was a generally well-known and well-liked athlete on campus. Getting in line behind an avian fellow, who glanced up from his phone to nervously sat hi, Blake ran his hand through his lush mane of hair - a phenotypic trait from his mother, a lion - and joyfully nodded back to the freshman in front of him. He then happily examined the variety of nutritious food choices presented above the counter. He considered a nice, greasy pizza but ultimately decided on a big, full burrito. This was already a phenomenal day for the outwardly positive jock, but he knew the best was yet to come - he was going to ask his crush out.

As the bird stepped up to take his order, the hybrid had a jolt of fear. What if they said no? Shit, this would be bad. Just like last time… Maybe… No, it’ll be fine. Yeah, it’ll be fine. It’ll be great, actually. Confidence is key.

Confidentally, the tall star linebacker approached the counter, leaning against it with his crossed, fluffy forearms in order to match the height of the gazelle waiting for his order. With a smooth depth to the bassy voice, he spoke as clear and pleasantly as water.

“Hey there, Larisa,” he said after briefly glancing at her nametag to make her feel welcomed - he liked making people feel welcomed, “Could I have the Beacon Breakfast Burrito, please?”

“Of course. Can I have your dining pass card- Thank you, sir. It’ll be ready before long.”

Blake waved goodbye and strode over to the food-pickup counter before something caught his sharp, cat-like eye from his peripheral. Something moved on the countertop. Something small, silent, and sneakily swift. He grinned wider than he had the entire day…

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The micro, who, desperate to feed his siblings after a rough season, had resorted to attempting to raid the largest food supply in the vicinity - the city’s university campus. His dark grey fur worked well to disguise him as he traced the cement path from his family’s refugee to the overpopulated school. He risked it all going to such an area of high concentration, however he calculated the perfect time to enter safely. Traveling for a few hours, he managed to squeeze under the college’s gate at the time of least foot traffic - 4 am, once all the immature partiers returned to their dorms.

His plan went well, getting to the diner within the hour and using his learned climbing ability to reach a window close to the door. From there, he leaped to the door handle, his light body hardly budging the lever. He removed the paper clip from his back pouch, a bit bigger than half his height, and stuck it into the lock, easily picking it. Jumping as hard as he could on the very edge of the lever handle in order to maximize the torque, he managed to spring open the door just enough for his small, skinny 3-inch body to pop through.

TJ, the half mouse-half cat hybrid micro, couldn’t wait to come home with a bag full of bread, vegetables and other goods to heartily feed his whole family for weeks to come. Turning 18 just a week before, he was determined to prove himself to his older brother, his twin brother, and sisters. Unfortunately his master plan came to a stop upon entering.

TJ squeezed his thin body through the barely noticeable crack of the opened door, only to be completely and utterly shocked by what he found. Stoners, he thought. It was fine, though, since the group of 5 didn’t appear to notice the small mousey creature sneak his way in. However, their positioning in front of the cabinets of food would make the job a whole ton more difficult. But still doable.

Unfortunately, as if luck refused to be on his side, as if the universe was eager to punish him for a crime he hadn’t yet committed, a swirling gust of wind from the east blew heavily against the building like the gale from a tornado. BOOM

The door behind TJ slammed shut, causing the little hybrid to jump nearly a foot high with a squeak. Heart pounding, he glanced over to the previously hunched-over group to find them all starring in his direction with bloodshot eyes.

Ok, you can still do this…, TJ said to himself, eyes wide and body frozen with shock, You just need to rationalize the best path to get past them and into the cabinet. I mean, there’s only 5 of them to outrun… Shit, there’s 5 of them. Time to run.

Before the little guy could will himself to move in spite of his own terror, a raccoon of the group, shorter than the rest of them, stood up and grinned, striding over towards the now-cowering body of the intruder. TJ snapped himself out of it, adrenaline coursing through his veins and putting his mind in a tunnel-visioned, sharp focus. He sprinted towards the danger.

His plan to surprise the giant worked as the raccoon stepped back in confusion as the creature scurried between his legs and made a sharp and sudden turn in the direction of a second door. One that is hopefully locked. In an instant, the panther, the dragon, and the dog in the group shot up, their blurred, high brains struggling to keep up with the mouse-like figure darting around them.
“Yo, first one to catch him gets to eat him!” - “Good, I’ve got the munchies.” - “Huh? Whassup?”

As the larger animals tried their hardest to snatch up TJ, the energy-filled, agile hybrid managed to juke around them, avoiding all attempts at capture. Using his non-addled mind to his advantage, he would purposely choose the most random pathway, at times running up arms or jumping between two giants, to confuse them and get them to bump into one another.

But sensing the smoke-filled environment of the room beginning to get to him as well as the first indications of exhaustion, TJ jerked sideways and under the crack of the second door of the room, rolling his way into a much more open area. Not sure if the door would be locked, he continued his roll straight into a dead sprint, his lungs starting to burn and his sides feeling as if knives were poking into them.

After a while, TJ ended up on the counter, lying on his back and panting, hidden behind a stack of cups as the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows. He must’ve blacked out for a bit; it was now 6 am - when the diner started to open. Once the gazelle employee entered and began to set up shop, the micro was trapped where he was, unable to escape without catching the eye of the employees or the increasing crowd that entered.

He thought nobody noticed him as he zoomed over to the back of the condiment container, a simple box-like structure holding and separating the complimentary ketchup and mayonnaise packets. TJ shut his eyes, not wanting to see if anybody would come after him.

Then, suddenly, the whole counter shook as if a heavy weight fell down on it, knocking the micro off-balance. Having his eyes closed, he was unable to right himself up before the massive, earthquake-sized vibrations caused him to slip. Feeling air rush past his whole body, TJ knew he was falling down and down, his stomach lurching from the sensation.

The expected crashing down upon the ground never happened. Instead, he felt himself land on something soft and fuzzy. Still, the impact hurt like a bitch and his body would surely feel bruised afterwards, but at least he didn’t fall to his death. What’s that smell?

Before he could comprehend where he had harshly landed, his entire world flipped upside down, everything moving blurrily fast around him. There was an instant, insufferable weight pressing down hard on his small body. He felt as if the bones in his body would shatter as the crushing embrace continued to squeeze him into the ground.

As the heat radiating off the thing above him began to build, so did the sharp smell of sweat and body odor that permeated in the air around him. TJ crunched up his nose, unable to move any other part of his body. As his body began to become damp with sweat that wasn’t his own, there wasn’t denying that the pressure above him was none other than the sole of a foot.

Attempted squirming was quickly squeezed out of him once the large and plump paw taking over his body dragged TJ roughly against the ground towards the owner of the foot. Back strapping on the smooth but solidly hard surface, TJ’s mind raced with the painful pressure encompassing all around him.

TJ could feel the toes above him crumple onto him as they squeezed his head, making the strain much worse. He felt like his head would burst open from sheer weight clutching him from all angles, a smothering force. The load on the rest of his body alleviated, the fresh air rushing around the underside of this foot once it lifted, tickling the now wet fur of his small body.

The cold air on his back and dangling legs surged, and through eyes watering from both the pressure seizing his head, leaving him gasping for air, and the thick stench that permeated from the toes and into his eyes and nose. He knew the foot was moving. Terrifying him more than the suffocation he had to endure was the sudden release, sending him into another freefall, albeit shorter this time as he quickly landed and sank into a squishy, wet, flat cushion that released the same horrid paw-smell when pressed upon. Sweat seemed to seep around his fingers as he quickly recovered and began to scramble for escape.

But the giant never needed a chance to recover. Looking up, the micro could see a humongous foot hovering but also descending, right into the mouth of the shoe he knew he found himself in. Ignoring the confusion and fear that racked his brain, the quick-thinking mouse-cat ran towards the appendage and jumped onto the beefy digits, crawling over them to the opening.

Maybe somebody saw what happened and would help. Most people in their right minds didn’t want to hurt smaller mammals… It was unlikely, but he needed to fuel his hope. Ok, based on the scench and shape of the foot, we’re dealing with a lion - easily distracted. Almost out, then I can swing to the back of the shoe and then-

Unfortunately, the physically astute and somatic lion-dog that had easily captured him felt the light sensation on top of his toes. He immediately pushed towards the top of the shoe, crushing and scraping the small being off and back onto his rightful place against the deep, lasting imprint of his ball and toes.

The foot finally came crashing down, resting all of its weight onto the smooshed TJ. It adjusted and shifted above him, replacing the burden around him several times with a sickening slight wiggling movement. Now that the shoe met its match, the air grew humid, too thick to breath in the gaseous sweat that harshly penetrated his lungs - lungs that began to ache from the horrendous and nasty musk, powerfully overwhelming all of his senses. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was a bead of sweat that fell on his face, invading his mouth with the awful taste of foot, and a lurching movement that could only be described as the giant capture walking.

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TJ awoke bruised and sore. The first sensation to come back was fear - in his groggy mindspace he was in an unknown but vaguely familiar environment. He blinked his eyes open, but everything was still dark; the fear intensified, sending him into a frenzy to get up and towards the bright light that tunneled in the distance. However, upon getting up, his body ached with pain as if there had been an overwhelming pressure on his body for hours. And his fur was strangely matted and wet.

Once the smell of the environment around him hit, he realized with a start that he was in a shoe, trapped. Banging on the walls would get him nowhere, he knew that, as he limped over to the light. His musk-riddled mind burned with a foggy feeling. The stench had seeped into his skin, making him smell to the high heavens. He felt battered and used - but not defeated. With a new burst of energy, he painfully hobbled towards the exit, quickly finding himself climbing the wall and out the mouth.

He immediately took a breath of fresh, clean air. His mind cleared and he felt bliss flood through him for just a second before he jumped down.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the sense to look down at where he would land. He hit something soft, instantly sinking overwhelmingly deep into the fabric - his struggles did nothing as he got increasingly tangled in the sock around him, a lighter version of the smell flowed all around his buried body.

Long after his struggles gave way to exhaustion, a loud, sudden booming sound came from above. It was a door slamming shut. It was soon followed by the creaking of springs indicating that something - someone - plopped heavily on the bed directly above and to the right of the shoe.

Then came a voice - surprisingly loud and silkily clear despite the distance and muffling of the sock around TJ - that spoke with such bass that the micro could feel his body vibrate. It was deep and playful, and if not from such a large creature, soothing.

“Yeah, I was going to do it after our group workout - where were you by the way?” He was on the phone. “Ok, well, I was going to go home and shower first, dude, but I don’t know, I saw them there and I just did it - man, I asked them out! Well, duh, of course they said yes. Ok, ha. See ya later.”

Staying as still as possible, TJ thought if the giant forgot about him, perhaps never even realizing he was there, he could escape once the smelly “dude” fell asleep. But much to his own misfortune, he would turn out to be very wrong.

As the bed creaked again - the giant swinging his legs over the side -, the voice returned, “Ahhh, it feels so good to let my dogs breathe! Whew, that’s one nasty- Wait, why was I wearing boots- OH YEAH! I caught a micro! Oh, man, this is gonna be good!”

Blake hopped off his bed and leaned over his shoes to peer inside. After looking in each one, concerned, he decided to check up upon the sock that lay next to his right tennis shoe. Grasping it tightly in his hand to feel the squished micro within, whose face pressed against the pungent fabric, wringing out retained sweat onto his face, Blake smiled wide. TJ flailed into a state of panic, trying to no avail to wiggle his way into a position where he would push back. But his arms were pinned and his efforts were only capable of achieving a bigger grin on his captor’s face.

TJ was pulled out from the sticky confines of the sock, two burly fingers gripping tight on his leg. Once finally out into fresh air once more, he took a deep gasp of breath, much to the giant’s delight. The little guy was in a state, eyes wide from the chilly spike of fear that coursed down his spine and fur matted in all directions from the drying sweat, as he dangled there in front of the massive muzzle in front of him.

The maw menacingly cracked open, slowly parting the jaw, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, held together by thick, goopy bands of saliva. TJ gazed into the huge mouth in a hushed, despairing awe - he had never seen a norm from this close - as it opened directly in front of him.

“Little dude, I saw you trying to steal from the diner. Not cool.” The voice washed over him with a wave of sickly smelling breath, all while the sheer power from the voice of this large, masculine giant shook him to his bones. “Normal people would be imprisoned for that. What’s a fitting punishment for a micro though?” The breath blew TJ back with every word, causing his leg to be sore from hanging. “You know, you are lucky that I found you!”

With that absurd comment, TJ found his fight return, although still near-paralyzed with fright, “L-Lucky?! You kidnapped me, y-you ass-”

“Shut up, ya little shit.” Blake squeezed harder on the toothpick-like leg, threatening to snap it and causing the micro to wince, not wanting to show weakness by screaming. “Aw, I like that expression you’re making, all pained and scared and fighty and shit. It’s cute when you flail like that. Anyways, you ARE lucky, as most people like me would’ve eaten you.”

“Are you not going to kill me then? If so, get it over with already! I’m fucking sick of this-”

“OH, if you think you’ve had it bad, you’ll love what’s to come! But, no, I won’t kill you. You are more useful to me ALIVE, little dude-”

Without missing a beat, the micro screamed as hard as he could against the injustice he was facing. “FUCK YOU! Are you just going to torture me? I’m a living thing! Let me go!”

“Don’t you dare interrupt me or you will be punished more than you deserve already,” Blake said in such a cruel, clear, menacing voice that it made TJ shiver, “Ha, you are nothing more than what I want you to be. You’re a pet. A slave. A toy. Nothing more. And in fact, I want your job to be to take good care of my feet.”

“What the fuck? W-w-why?!” TJ trembled, but stopped fighting. The blood had already rushed from his leg, making it fall asleep, while this simple statement reeled through his mind, sending him into a state of shock.

“Micros don’t deserve anything more than the lowliest part of a normal fur’s body. The dirtiest part for the dirty little thieves you all are. Your whole life will be my paws. They will own you. My toes will play with you all they want for the rest of your life as you dedicate yourself to cleaning them. All you’ll ever taste and smell and experience will be my feet. And hey, you should be grateful because most micros don’t get it that good. They just die. Of course, you’d probably rather die. Then again, the smell will probably kill you eventually. I’ll stop my weekly washing of them for you. Just for you. Why, you still ask? Because I fucking want to. And your useless life will finally have purpose under my feet, since you’ll tend to them and keep them company and comfortable. My own micro, just for me - or rather just for my paws.”

TJ’s mind raced through everything his captor had said, tears beginning to form. Would he really be powerless while he suffered such an awful and humiliating fate? Since I’m being kept alive, I’ll have a chance to escape, he thought in vain. He started to hyperventilate, just wanting to fight back against this oppression and embarrassment. He would not be relegated to a meer foot toy for some dick to play with.

His world lurched to the side, himself swinging roughly to one side as Blake jumped back onto his bed, causing TJ to violently shake between the giant’s plush fingers. He didn’t let dizziness get in his way however, pushing his way past the spinning of his vision to see what was going on around him - right as he was held between the two vast paws of the lion-dog hybrid, each thick and already secreting a heavy musk. The post-workout sweat was still as prevalent as when he first took off the stifling boots.

“WAIT, NO, I’LL DO ANYTHING EL-” TJ attempted to rebel, but was immediately shut up by the thick feet slamming into one another, crushing the air out of his lungs as well as his bones. He felt constantly on the verge of breaking while trapped between the two smothering weights. The heat radiating off the paws threatened to burn the skin under TJ’s fur, as even more sweat instantly soaked him, making him reek of feet already.

He felt dirt all around him, grossly humiliated by the prospect. The pressure was so much he couldn’t breath, but the stench forced its way into his body, making his eyes water and his lungs cry for mercy. He tried to gag at the smell but any effort to move was hindered by the heaviness of these thick soles.
It got worse. TJ’s mind screamed to get out of this personal hell, already growing hazy from the smell and lack of air. Before unconsciousness could take him out of his misery, the paws began to move, in opposite directions. This motion squeezed any remaining fight out of him, simultaneously attempting to push him in both directions. His body, roughly and painfully was tugged this way and that, becoming even further crushed and immobile. The micro finally unwittingly succumbed to the fleshy and furry walls around him, and he was rolled up and down, the pressure still subduing him. He was rubbed against every length of the paw, dirt and grime and musk coating and sticking deep into his fur, as if he were a rag cleaning it off.

Help… After nearly half an hour of this torment, the paws tore apart from one another, streams of sweat connecting the two. TJ plopped to the surface of the bed, his inferior weight hardly making a dent in the mattress. He took a long, deep breath of air, still tinted with the smell, but at least available in copious amounts. TJ’s gray, sweat-soaked, matted fur had dirt-brown streaks running all the way down his body. His reddened eyes blinked furiously to try to regain his sight. His feebled mind wanted him to run, so he blindly did. Or, he tried. His smothered limbs could hardly allow him to get up before collapsing.

“HAHHA! Look at you! Pathetic! Y’know, you should show my paws more respect in the future, just a warning. It offends them when you overreact like that.” The giant laughed down at the weakened body of his new toy. “If it weren’t for these toes-” He wiggled his toes over his charge. “Lusting for you to comfort them, you wouldn’t be alive.”

One of the plump, round toes landed harshly on TJ’s chest, covering the entirety of it easily. It pressed down and wiggled to match and stifle the light squirming of the micro below as he briefly tried to kick against it.

“By the way, my name’s Blake, just so you know. Buut, you’ll have to call me master.” He glared down, as if expectantly, at the micro’s head barely poking out over the rotund, fuzzy big toe. Although, all his toes were pretty big. When TJ didn’t get the hint, the toe squeezed down, pushing his chest far into the sheets. All the air was forced out of his lungs, causing him to breath in a new wave of humid, cheesy toe-smell that saturated the air around him and clung to the insides of his throat and nostrils.

Getting the hint quickly, TJ dejectedly said, “Yes, master.” He then added in a mutter: “Master Asshole, this shit sucks.”

Not hearing the end and barely hearing the “yes, master”, Blake, who wasn’t even caring enough to look at his new toy, said, “Ah, I can’t hear you!”

Practically yelling this time, the micro was forced to say “Yes, master” once more.

The toe began tapping on TJ, banging up and down. More toes invaded his vision as they all began to fondle with him, disgusting him as he was squeezed between multiple sets of toes and their toepits, squishing grime and toejam around him. They roughly maneuvered him all around, each toe getting the chance to play with him and feel him up.

“What should I call you, then? Just slave? Or toy? Man, that doesn’t sound right. Toys don’t really deserve names now do they,” He said as he rubbed his toes up and down, smothering and pulling at the micro between them.

Repulsed by being dehumanized like this, the mouse-cat hybrid now relegated to a giant’s toy, screamed up, “I HAVE A FUCKING NAME” in retaliation as the toes curled around his kicking legs, trapping them easily.

“Oh, really now?” Blake spared a glance at the toy between his feet before returning to his phone. “Not that I care, you potty mouth but what is it. Like, fuckin, Toetoy or something? Heh.”

The toes beat on him again, wiggling around to their heart's content, making it hard for the micro to find his voice from under them. “IT’S TJ! MY NAME IS TJ!”

“Ah, I like that, it’s cute,” this made TJ blush heavily before a toe slammed into his face and pushed him away. Blake looked down, smiling. “I assume it stands for Toe Jam? Damn, that’s funny. AND a very fitting name, seeing your position.” Newly deemed Toe Jam was now punching at the thick toes as they squeezed his chest and twirled him around. “Aw, you love my toes, don’t you?”

It hit TJ hard that the name he was hoping would bring more humanity to the hopeless situation was now humiliating to be addressed by. He knew whenever he was called by his own name now, it would mean something totally different to his “master”.

“You know what? Tomorrow, we’ll start your training, oh and it’ll be fun!” He grabbed a sock and quickly shoved his toy in it before filling it out, stretching it to its max with his paw, completely smothering TJ in its embrace. “TJ, you are in for one hell of a training week!”