Legacy LD5

(First written 31/01/16)

The bedroom door opens and out steps what is, for all intents and purposes, an Ancient Egyptian god. In place of his jeans and T-shirt, Korve now wears something more akin to the clothing of a pharaoh: white linen shendyt around his waist, gold bands jangle around his wrists, a golden necklace dangles against his bare ebony chest, his right ankle sports a decorative golden snake with rubies for eyes and upon his head is a ceremonial Egyptian crown, studded with glittering topaz.

He steps forward with almost no expression, playing the part perfectly save for the playful gleam in his yellow eyes. With Shawn's body reduced to around half his normal height, his head doesn't come much above the anubian's knees. The light from the city outside is the only thing that spoils the effect, shining through the huge sloping windows of the high-rise apartment and highlighting the side of the jackal's lean, impressive body.
"On your knees, human." Korve growls it with bassy authority, but he adds somewhat lightheartedly, "You tower far too high above my ankles."


Sitting comfortably in the lushly decorated room Shawn awaits the return of his anubian partner. It was one of those days again, ever since the first time the couple figured out that size play was a thing when it came to nanites, it was only a matter of time before it would happen again. Today, was perfect. the lightly raining weather made the glowing cityscape that extra bit more brilliant and the cold gusts outside just made it all the more comfortable to be inside.


Watching his mate walk through the door fully stripped down and dressed in little more than a cloth and gold bracelets, Shawn smiles and gazes up. "Of course my anubian god" he smirks. Knowing this was all role play but never the less he feels humbled saying those words while the tall dark canine figure stood before him. The human kneels and then grovels to the ground at the feet of his jackal partner.


Korve's finely washed and lightly perfumed scent filling the man's senses and the heavy slap of flesh against polished wooden floor is heard as you walk towards him. "See, this is what I was thinking," the young anubian says, stepping right up to Shawn and putting his foot on Shawn's back. It rests there heavily, the warm, supple sole almost completely stretching the length of the human's spine. "These feet are going to squash you to pulp like the soft, squishy sack of meat you are - we both know they can do that. But that's not the only power they have over you, is it?" He uses his foot to press Shawn down against the firm, gel-filled mat beneath him, then rolls the human over to face upwards.


"Nope. It just so happens that these big, sexy jackal feet have over you the twin powers of pain and pleasure." He lets the warm ball of his foot rest potently between Shawn's splayed legs, completely covering the young man's hips under it, toes raised above his abdomen to show off their supple, creamy-brown undersides, splaying sensually. High above him, Korve smiles broadly. "You reckon I can still make you cum at this size?"


Having the breath knocked out of him the human lies face down against Korve's sole, his ribs flexing and his spine pinned against the firm and warm flesh of his jackal master. In the middle of the room there as a soft patch of gel filled padding, like a sort of meditation pad with which he had seen Korve use many times. He was now being pressed down into it as Korve lifted his foot off the Shawn, the human flipped himself onto his back and gazed up at the colossal anthro. The soft light aiding to the whole divine appearance. "ahhh.. gently please" Feeling the forceful press of the jackal down onto his upturned hips and crotch ". I will do anything for you..."


Shawn's already excited erection against the arch and ball of the jackal's sole was a clear sign of just how eager he was to serve. From his towering seven-foot height, Korve looks every part the god he (only somewhat jokingly) claims to be. He raises a furry brow at Shawn and folds his gold-banded arms against his chest. "Anything, huh?" A glimmer of fangs as he grins. "Let's see what you've got then, fleshy. I bet I can finish you off in less than a minute."


The vast bare sole pulls up from Shawn's hips and Korve splays his toes, flexing it with flaunting dominance over the shrunken human. The movement causes creases to snake across the supple, pale flesh of his sole, ridiculously provocative as the young jackal seeks to further arouse his small companion. Slowly he drapes his toes over Shawn's crotch and begins to lightly knead there, squeezing and splaying with smooth, steady motions. The soft, warm toes feel extremely pleasant, their supple, rounded soles stroking and rubbing with gentle insistence while their sharp claws gleam and glitter in the neon light of the city. "Mmm. This is going to be pretty one-sided..."


Being so much smaller now the human's entire crotch and lower belly is covered over by the vast ebony sole, the texture sliding over his most sensitive parts while the pressure an ever present reminder of the sheer power behind those supple soles. "ahhhhhh... your soles.. I can never get enough of them... so strong, so beautiful" The human whispers under his breath as he lies back and grapples you foot with his hands.

The soft and forgiving surface beneath the human allowed the weight of Korve's foot to press him into the ground, the pressure so evenly distributed there was surprisingly little discomfort. As excitement built inside the little mans body, shawn gives out little whimpers of lust and bucks his hips against your sole. Your motions just fast enough to keep him on edge, a sort of sensual torture "Those soles... I.. Want to ... Uhhhhh..."


"That's it," the anubian growls, a lopsided smirk spreading over his muzzle as he feels his little victim respond, helpless to resist the overwhelming potency of his talented ministrations. "Just lie back and let it happen. You're no match for the soles of your god." Whilst applying just enough pressure to hold Shawn down, Korve still allows him a good deal of freedom to squirm, letting the human impulsively rub himself against the warm, smooth sole of his anubian foot while he eases still more pleasure into the young man through the firm, potent stroking of his toes.


As Shawn approaches climax, the towering jackal squeezes down to hold him still, grinning at Shawn's yelp of surprise and protest. "You cum on my terms," he says with a shake of his handsome muzzle, and begins to slowly grind the ball of his foot against Shawn's throbbing shaft, large clawed toes pressing into his heaving abdomen. The pleasure is intense and prolonged - a taut, numbing feeling of impending bliss that lasts and lasts as Korve sadistically holds Shawn on the very edge of his orgasm.


When finally the gasping human can stand no more, his jackal master eases off the pressure and begins to gently rub Shawn's shaft with his soft toes, finishing him with quiet, growling dignity while the human's groan of hot, creamy bliss sounds around the apartment.



Being lulled into a false sense of security the human relaxed his entire body as his climax builds, but is promptly cut off as the press upon his delicates suddenly stiffened. Korve's skillful toes and lush round ball presses mercilessly into Shawn's hips forcing a desperate moan from the man "Owwww. please... " he begs as his crotch is pressed numb.


Looking at the jackal, Shawn notice his divine partner smirk before quickly resuming the play and It took little time before Shawn was brought to edge again. Slowing to a halt the jackal knew exactly when to make Shawn break. And with a sigh, those beautiful soles rubbed him till he split his seed all over them, Shawn grinds lovingly against the soles of the anubian as he pulls your sole down on him with both his hands. "My... jackal god...."


"Those endorphins should help with the pain," the jackal says after allowing Shawn a moment of panting recovery under the warm, slick surface of his sole. "But not much, I'm guessing." The hot, heavy foot slips off Shawn and cool air gusts down in its stead. Korve moves to stand beside his right side, polished toe claws just touching the human's ribs and hips. "So small," the anubian comments, smiling at the sight of his shrunken companion. "Something tells me you're not going to last long this time." His brows raise and he tilts his head. "Ready?"


Once his little friend has confirmed, one of those feet lifts from beside Shawn, coming down to press its toes and ball into the human's abdomen. It lingers there for a while, warm and heavy, then begins to squeeze down and kneads its way into Shawn's guts in a smooth rotary motion that causes the young man's sides to bulge noticeably.

"Mmmm," the anubian thrums, clearly enjoying the sensation. He keeps this up for a few long, blissful seconds, then eases off the pressure and lets his foot slide forwards. The arch cups over Shawn's width, firm, smooth sole flesh engulfing him while the heel pushes in against his one side and the firm, supple ball fits snugly around the other. "Now feel the weight of your god."


The intense post lust haze was indeed strong but as Korve's warm sole is lifted off Shawn, the man regains his composure and starts thinking clearly again. And as much as he loved those soles, being crushed beneath them is anything but a comfortable feeling. Alas, the sheer desire to be dominated by such a specimen as Korve drove the man to stay on as his loyal plaything.


Cooling off for a moment as the jackal steps back the man takes a deep breath and stretches for the next experience, not that it would make any difference beneath those devastatingly powerful soles. With a gulp. Shawn watches his anthro partner lift a foot over him and step back down, the toes and ball squarely planted in his abdomen. The pressure was immediate and unrelenting. Squeezing the breath out of the man and forcing his insides to give a desperate gurgle as everything is pressed flat into the gel filled cushions on the floor. Had the ground been any less forgiving, it would have surely resulted in something somewhere breaking.


"Hnnnnng... ahhh heavy.." Shawn gasps, his face red with stress as Korve cruelly grinds his forefoot into the human's gut. The churning motion stops after a few seconds, having clearly rearranged a few things inside Shawn's body but now that heavy sole moves up and over to cover the whole torso of the man, and surely enough the pressure came, unyeilding.



The increase in pressure comes slowly, Korve's divine, athletic body easing forwards above Shawn, leaning back slightly as his great raised limb roots the small human to the ground. Korve's arms raise for balance, gold bands glittering in the city light, and he steadily puts his weight on Shawn. The foot pinning him spreads noticeably, toes spreading lightly against the soft gel of the mat and hot sole flesh creeping outwards to further engulf the young man's body.


That Shawn's bones do not break is a testament to the grace and care with which the tall jackal treads on him. As Korve's other foot begins to lift from beside him, Shawn has a few brief seconds of mind-numbing pressure to contend with, then the warm sole of that other foot eases down over his chest and shoulders and pushes them down into the mat, evening out the weight as both soles ebb and flow over him.


"There," Korve says, eyes half closed with pleasure as he gazes down the length of his impressive body at the shrunken human under his feet. They lie close together, neatly and perfectly covering Shawn from the top of the hips to the base of the neck, the human's head gasping silently against the side of his left foot. "Now, see how a god disposes of victims."


Shawn was in quite unique position, the weight of his jackal master evenly distributed over his torso and the bulk of the weight taken by the padded floor mean the man's body stayed intact. The pressure never the less forced tears from shawn's eyes and his internal organs to squirm in distress.


Then the other foot came down, The sole of the other foot covered Shawn’s upper half, engulfing his chest and arms. forcing the man's body to flex into a crescent beneath all that pressure. The sight was unreal from Shawn's point of view. his body pressed flush to the padding while Korve's arches bridged the weight of his ball and heel away from the man's breakable body. Shawn's heart thunders as he desperately tries to hold himself together, the weight triggering natural muscle responses despite how much he loves being stepped on.


With slow, methodical motions, Korve begins to trample him. Small steps only, his feet lifting only a few inches above the pinned human, but it is more than enough. Shawn's ribcage crunches loudly, splintering inward and causing the heavy foot upon it to judder downwards, toes splaying as the anubian's impressive body subconsciously compensates for the shift. The other foot comes down then, squeezing unresisting into Shawn's guts as the first lifts again. There is a squelch and a burping noise, fluids gushing from the human's every orifice, then the jackal's left foot comes down onto his broken chest again.


The broken ribs crunch and crackle as they are destroyed further, blood spurting from Shawn's mouth as the big ebony foot treads down into him. His mangled organs are squeezed downwards into the soft, squashed cavity of his abdomen, where the right foot treads a few seconds later. This time there can be no saving the man's bodily integrity and his guts comes squeezing out from between his legs to the purring growls of the jackal, whose victorious foot spreads firmly under his weight, further emptying the young man with a savage bounce.


The treading motion of Korve soon put an end to any semblance of resistance from the man, the steps initially spared his body from crushing pressure but it surely enough, Korve pulls his foot back just enough so the points of pressure eventually landed on The man's body. The ball and toes of the jackal's feet were indeed not as merciful as the arches, The difference was immediate as Shawn’s ribs were pressed under the firm meaty ball of his jackal god, bones bent inwards and promptly snapped like wishbones. A desperate gasp was heard as the man's body gave a primal struggle against the weight.


Then came the other foot. Right atop his upturned belly, mashing his coiled intestines and causing several things inside the man's abdomen to rip and pop. Unbeknownst to Shawn, some of his viscera has prolapsed in grisly moist blossom between his legs.

Now all but standing up on the ball of his feet Korve begins to bounce on Shawn's body.. each motion forcing more and more pink and red chunks to bubble out onto the padded floor as the man's eyes roll back and bloody froth fills his lips.



"Just a few more," Korve purrs, swaying from side to side as his feet tread mercilessly on the squashed human. Shawn's limbs judder and jerk whenever the trunk of his body is trodden on, but eventually the anubian targets these too, breaking them to crumpled, limp uselessness beneath the balls of his feet. With his entire body squashed empty and more reminiscent of a flattened pelt than a living human, eventually all that is left is Shawn's head, bloodied and startled looking as it lolls reflexively under the remorseless treading of Korve's great black feet.


"Now then," the jackal says, turning his attention to that head. Carefully he places his foot down alongside it, letting the ball and toes touch the ground beside it and draping his heel and the rear portion of his arch over it. It crunches like a walnut as the anubian shifts his weight, brains squeezing out from under his heel and filling his instep as his foot sinks into the mat.

Korve's sigh is shaky and laced with pleasure. Leaving handsome, bloody footprints in his wake, he steps off Shawn and onto the wooden floor, then pads into the bathroom to reward himself.


As his vision fades to black the Shawn feels the familiar tingling of the nanites getting back to work reassembling the damage to his body, But not before watching the bloodied sole of his jackal master swing over onto his head and press down one more time. The man gives those soles a loving kiss, then Crunch...