Legacy LD5

(First written 12/02/10)


It was an odd job, really, the Serv wasn't normally used for the entertainment of the crowd, Being a captive chimera, his duties were relegated to whatever made his master happy, but for some reason today, he leash-hold was granted to a shady club that dealt in some rather exotic forms of entertainment. Upon being lead backstage to this strange little place in a dark alleyway. Serv was paired up with a handsome looking creature, a dragon by his appearance. And the two would be told that they were to perform together. Even though they had just met.

Gazing up at the slightly taller dragon Serv was somewhat intimidated by the sight yet slightly attracted as well because of his shapely physique.



Jacom had been given a rather strange job, though the pay was great, REALLY great! He didn't know what it was yet, but it was said to be 'relevant to his interests'. As he walks alongside the stranger, he casually glances down at Serv. Jacom was a rather imposing looking dragon at first. But if you got past his size and strength; he was a rather nice fellow. Jacom had a handsome face and an even even more handsome body. He was built strong; his muscular arms swinging gently at his sides and his strong legs flexing with each step. Jacom looks back down at Serv and notices that chimera is looking at him. The dragon's lips pull up into a friendly smile. "Hello." The dragon rumbles, his voice deep and resonating. The pair finally get to a back-alley door, inside the faint mumbling of a crowd.



The initial fear of the bigger dragon slowly faded as Serv heard Jacom's voice for the first time, it seemed friendly and well meaning... "greeeeting to you" Serv rasps "what do you think of thissss task we've been assigned to?". Ironically Serv didn't know that Jacom wasn't a slave. As the two conversed the noise in the background of a rowdy crowd heckling and cat calling no doubt gave some hints. As was the rather .. deep, thumping rhythmic music. Serv swishes his tattooed tail slightly as upon finding out that Jacom didn't know what they did here either.

A moment later, a loud call "Next act!" from another doorway into this 'back room' attracted the attentions of both the creatures



The dragon eyes Serv with light interest in the creature; not meaning to be rude as he explores Serv's tattooed body with his eyes "I've been told that I’ll be able to do something I’ve always wanted to." The dragon rumbles deeply, thinking back to that phone call he got days ago "That would either be being my own boss of a company, wining the lottery or - " He cuts off, a shy smile coming to his lips as he remembered something "Well, nevermind. It looks like we're needed." The dragon motions towards the door. Inside the backroom, a few rutty looking people were keeping an eye out for anyone causing trouble. Along with them, were a few other erotic accessories from bondage play any other fetish a customer could want. But something seemed a little out-of-place with the rest of the fetish material, there were several cages with live, squealing and squawking and rattling animals on one wall. This might have given Serv and Jacom a hint to what their job was going to be/


Once the call had come commotion had broken out in the room. A handful of stagehands piled through several doors carrying away suspicious looking cages some of which rattled while others hissed. Moments later two more stage hands walked up to Serv and Jacom, one of which starts a conversation with Jacom, the other, grasping Serv by the chained collar... how predictable that a slave would be manhandled whole a free individual was simply 'told what to do'... Serv also had a rough idea as to his purpose here, after all, he was one of his master's 'special' slaves that were used to discipline other slaves, and on occasion. Trample a few of his enemies to within an inch of their lives. It would only be natural to assume that This trait was the certain something they wanted here.



Jacom talked with one of the stage hands. At first a slight expression of confusing was on his face, after a few seconds of chatting though; it all seemed to be cleared up, the dragon looking pleased as he and the stagehand shook hands, agreeing to something unknown to Serv. Serv, on the other hand, was pulled and lead towards a door presumed to lead onto the stage; the noise and commotion from outside loudest there. After the agreement, Jacom strolled over to Serv, a wide grin across his muzzle "It looks like you and me are partners for today." he rumbles deeply "I might as well introduce himself, you can call me Jacom." The formalities were cut short, as one stagehand reminded Jacom to get ready. Serv, wearing only a collar, was 'ready' for the show but Jacom was still wearing 'too much'; which consisted of shoes, pants and a T-shirt. Rolling his eyes at the nagging stagehand, the tall dragon turns a little and starts to undress; off goes his shirt, pants and shoes; the dragon supplied with a speedo just for looks. At this point, Serv might be getting some confusing signals from Jacom. Not only was the dragon now and interesting, he was incredibly attractive! Even in the dim light of backstage, each wonderful curve of Jacom's muscular body was visible. Looking down, Serv might have even caught a glimpse of the dragon's curved, arched soles.



Before the stage act was set to begin, Serv was rather un-romantically hosed down for and then given a towel to dry himself, and then given the instructions to clean his feet. This was all done against the backdrop of a brick wall with no privacy and little regard to his dignity... but then what can a slave species expect from such a callous world. As Serv was tidying himself up, he couldn't help but notice a blue anthro raptor walking by in the distance with a posse of squealing fans... Seems this 'club' had a few celebrities. His fur barely dry, Serv was yanked by the collar and brought to the stage where he saw Jacom, almost nude and standing before some closed curtains. "now you~ chimera, you master said you're skilled with your feet, lets see if you really are." spoke a stage coordinator.

Looking asside to Jacom Serv had mixed emotions. Of excitement and anxiety. "You're doing thisss too?"



Jacom looked confidently between the coordinator and Serv "I'm guessing we're doing the same thing." He gave the coordinator a quick smile; that was apparently enough to ease any anxiety for the moment. Jacom hadn't noticed Serv being hosed down, or didn't care. Well, didn't care wasn't the right choice of words, he knew that speaking up now wouldn't do much, plus he was mildly interested on Serv as a slave, already thinking up a discussion with Serv's master for a favor. But that would come later; as how the pair have a show to do. Jacom was asked kindly to go out onstage. While the dragon walked out to the crowd; Serv was roughly pulled back, his collar unlatched for now and got a rather hissy, cruel speech by one of the stage handlers, telling him that if he didn't cooperate, he would face a terrible punishment; so he better work his damn feet off to please everyone.

Serv was then rudely shoved though the curtains; and almost blinded by several lights pointed at the 'stage'. Outside, he found a medium-sized room packed with enough people to fill a room twice it's size. They were climbed up on stool, chairs and shanty-made benches. They were all looking down at a polished wooden stage, of which Jacom was already present and even showing off for the crowd. But the real fun was to come as a stagehand quickly wheeled a cage out onto the stage and unlocked it, retreating back to the dim light of the backstage and leaving Serv and Jacom to find out what was left for them



Serv fully understood the risks of being insubordinate and tried his best to eek out an honest 'yesss" to the coordinator. Being the second character to be forced through the curtains, Serv was confronted with a surprisingly charismatic Jacom facing a packed room of rowdy viewers. Hissing raptors, barking canines and all variety of anthros and humans. The floor of the stage was laid out quite deliberately, with pitted slots for what looked like miniature beds. The 'beds' were little more than hardwood blocks with a layer of insulated material on them and upon them lay a variety of small tied down creatures, like miniature anthros, but stripped naked and gagged. Serv knew at that instant what his task was, though that did little to calm his stage fright. Averting his gaze from

Cheering crowd to the task at hand, Serv briefly looks up at Jacom and asks "how do we doo thisss? fassst or ssslow?" The 'victims' looked little taller than the knees of Serv, it would be quite easy to crush the life out any one of them and indeed there were a couple of victims, of all shapes and colours.



Jacom, done with teasing the crowd, walked towards Serv but made sure not to stand directly in front of him, so the crowd wouldn't be blocked from seeing him. Jacom's eyes gaze across the victim. What Serv saw in the dragon's eyes wasn't empathy, or disgust; but rather a predatory gaze; somewhere in Jacoms mind the dragon was working out exactly how he'd want to end the lives given to him. "Lets do a few nice and slow; just to get the crowd warmed up." He eyes back at the crowd then back to Serv. "I guess I’m considered the new guy, I’ve heard about you. Why don't you show me how you do it?"

Jacom extends his hand towards one of the micros, as to show it as a prime victim for the first blood. Serv could tell Jacom was eager to feel a micro's soft body beneath his soles; to feel that fragile figure deform and crush beneath his tread.



Truth be told, Serv has only ever had experience 'entertaining' his master. But that was more than enough to allow the chimera to put on a satisfying show. Pacing around Jacom's back, Serv poses himself over a separate bed, with a foot raised and placed precariously over the body of a small fox anthro. Looking down at his victim Serv could see it buckle and strain against it's bonds, it's small gagged muzzle screaming silently. The same could not doubt be said for his 'partner' victim.

The music suddenly starts booming in the background and the lights focused on the two creatures, That was as good a signal as any to start the snuffing. "slowly".. got it. Serv thought to himself as he eased his clawed foot onto the small fuzzy creature. He could feel the firmness of the furred body writhing under the meaty ball of his foot , the soft and deformability
f it's tiny abdomen under his heel and the breath of wind as the air was pressed from it's lungs beneath his toes.



Jacom moved to stand next to Serv, the dragon's gaze locked onto both the small animal and Serv's sole. The tiny fox pleased silently for mercy, a muffled whine coming up from it's gagged mouth as Serv's warm, meaty sole came in contact with it's smaller, furred body. Without much force Serv could feel the creature’s soft midsection start to flatten and deform; sides bulging out painfully. The crowd was cheering, rooting Serv on in the torturous activity. The fox squirmed for it's life, kicking and struggling both against the restraints and the crushing sole. Serv could see the pain in it's face as it's internal organs that were inside it's gut got pushed and rearranged; or just plain crushed.


Serv applied pressure rhythmically, and in tune to the thumping music, Rocking his foot as he pressed down, Pressure alternating between the crushed creature's spreading sideways stomach and it's ribs which were popping and crackling one by one. The crowd had the perfect view. The stage was only just below eye level, and the floor was brightly coloured, making the squirming victim ever more visible. Jacom's victim, a small anthro cat, too was experiencing the same fate.

Though relatively inexperienced, The dragon seemed to greatly enjoy the sensation of something soft being flattened under his weight, The catboy was layed out sideways, Jacom's foot nearly pressed down into it's abdomen. The weight so great that from where Serv was standing, it looked as if the anthro cat's lower half had been cut off, and merely it's bulging upper body which was flailing in primal struggle.



Jacom's torturous crushing method was a little different than Serv's, he wasn't moving his foot up or down, instead keeping weight on his foot but just rocking back and forth, pushing down on his heel against the feline's soft side before lifting his heel up and grinding the ball of his foot against the lower part of the feline's chest. Jacom had what would arguably be the widest grin ever; the dragon so overjoyed in the simple, primal joy of crushing a lesser being beneath his foot. A small bit of blood was already trickling from the small micro's mouth gag, a slightly popping and squelching sound could be heard each time Jacom rocked back onto his heel. The catboy's stomach consistently got flatter and flatter; the victims insides feeling as though they're on fire.

Jacom takes a moment from his joyous crushing to look over at Serv's victim, just to make sure he doesn't get too far ahead of himself. Satisfied that Serv and himself are on similar stages with their victims; Jacom tried a new strategy. He lifts his heel off of the catboy and turns himself sideways; placing his heel off to the cat's side he slowly steps down so the arch of his foot and the ball of his foot rest on the tenderized stomach of the micro. Serv could hear a deep prrumble from the dragon, Jacom enjoying his victim dearly!



Stepping down more and more of his weight, Serv could feel his victim crackle and snap internally, Ribs buckled and popped like twigs, fleshy organs were beginning to rip free from their rooting and oh, how the small fox's intestines felt as they were uncoiling beneath Serv's merciless heel. It is as if his own action could be reflected in the audience's reaction. Whenever Serv pressed down, and brought the victim's body to the brink of rupturing, the audience heckled.. and upon teasing the crowd for long enough, Serv decided to end the life of his first stage victim. Pressing down without reprieve. Rolling his tread across the fox's tummy, which flattened and deformed... Slippery giblet slid up the creature's body cavity as the throttled and twitched. The ball of Serv's foot then pressed onto it's compacted chest.. causing the remainders of it's ribs to snaps like popcorn. And just as Serv applied all his 700 pounds to this creature of no more than 50, it's tiny eye bulge out of it's skull, followed by a loud heaving as it's organs squirted forth from it's gagged muzzle.


The weight of Serv's foot was so great that even intestines from the bowels of the fox were worming they way out of it's small gape. like bloodied worms.

Jacom's steps and stomps slowly became faster, the dragon more eager to experience the blissful moment when the guts of the micro burst out from inside it. Jacom moves again, thumping his heel into the feline's already fattened stomach area again but this time, he now pushes all his weight now on his heel which digs painfully into the cat's skin, any organs remaining there being pushed up into the micro's chest, making it swell more. Letting out a soft hiss, Jacom lifts his foot once more. Moving it over that bulging, shaking lump in the cat's chest; he seems to let it hang there before he slams his foot down to end the micro's life. Jacom's heavy foot slams into the cat's chest and in one fluent, violent motion the catboy's ribs crack and are shoved into it's organs.

First the cat sputters, racking and coughing up blood from around it's mouth gag. As the dragon's foot inbeds itself into that squishy mass of organs; the cat's sides strain and then like a grape being smashed the feline's furred skin rips open, spilling it's nearly liquified guts and giblets. Coils of intestine, bits of blood and liver and even a lung all burst across the stage floor. The crowd goes wild over the two killings, some of them secretly fondling themselves while others scream for more blood. Jacom stands there, panting heavily. He's no longer a crush virgin; he's killed his first animal underfoot and it felt damn good!



The two satisfied crushers stand before a cheering crowd, feet soaked in gore as the stage lights dim. Serv turns to his side and speaks humbly to his new companion. “Thissss feelssss like the beginning of ssssomething wonderful”