Be warned, you need to be in the right sort of mood to read these.
You come around to find yourself lying on your back on the cold stone floor. As your eyes focus, you look up and see Greymon standing over you, one huge foot beside you to your right, and the other poised several metres above you. Before you can react he treads down on you, his great foot completely covers your body and presses you into his thick sole. You try to shout out, but are unable to draw breath. Expecting nothing but death, it comes as a surprise when you feel the pressure begin to lessen and then the foot lifts up off you. You find yourself sticking to his vast sole slightly as he steps up. You fall back to the ground, gasping.
Before the shock wears off, you see his foot coming down on you again. You try to roll to the side, but are not quick enough and the foot flattens you back to the ground, and presses down firmly on you. Again your air is cut off and your mind races frantically as you lie helplessly under his foot, squeezed against the ground. The pressure on you is harder this time, your face screws up in pain. You wonder why Greymon is doing this.
Just as you are sure you will suffocate, the weight on you vanishes, and he lifts his foot into the air, dragging you a little of the way with it. Disorientated, you drop back to the ground, and before you can draw a decent breath he treads on you again. You cry out as his foot slams you back down and plants itself firmly on your body, but your cry has no effect. This time, after holding you underfoot for a moment Greymon presses down harder on you. His thick, leathery sole spreads out around you and conforms over your body, bending your armour a little. Your left arm suddenly breaks with a muffled snapping noise, causing intense pain.
As his foot lifts off you, you scream in agony and writhe on the floor beneath him. A wet drop on your neck draws your attention, and you look up to see several bloody prints on the underside of his foot as he hovers it over you with the obvious intention of bringing it down on you again. You left arm, you can now see, is crushed flat from the elbow down. You gasp as you feel the sole of his foot on you again. It presses you down hard, and you feel your armour crumple as your body begins to give way under him. Light is squeezed out from beneath the foot as it spreads out over you and the surrounding ground. You feel your face pressed up into his sole. Quickly the foot ceases to conform over your body and begins merely to crush you. You feel your other arm and both legs break with splintering cracks. The pain is unbearable.
Again he lifts his foot from your body, leaving you crippled and broken. You see your own blood splattered all over the sole of his foot and realise that this is the end. You will never even see the face of the creature that kills you with such ease and apparant pleasure. It isn't fair - you are having the life trampled out of you by Greymon, and for what reason? The foot has lifted up higher this time and you decide that he is probably going to kill you with one final stomp. You see his blood-stained sole rise, slow, then fall with increasing speed until it covers your entire field of vision. You never feel the impact that snuffs out your life and splatters your remains over the cold stone floor.
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Greymon stood over his victim, waiting for it to waken from unconsciousness. Ignorance was bliss, he thought with a smile. He looked down and examined the human lying at his feet. It was small - barely a tenth his size, small enough that it wouldn't be able to outrun him when it came around. Not that he would give it the chance to run, of course. No, he had already decided this human's fate. He smiled and flexed his toes in anticipation.
Finally the little man stirred and opened his eyes; Greymon's eyes narrowed. He raised his left foot and held it in the air, a couple of metres above the human. When he was sure the human knew he was there, he quickly lowered his foot onto it, and trod down firmly. He felt the human's cold body against his sole as it spread out over the ground, covering his victim entirely. Greymon's smile broadened and he flexed his toes again, enjoying the feel of the little human underfoot. It was utterly helpless. the weight of his foot alone pressed it securely against the ground and renderred it unable to move, it belonged to him - the human's life would continue only if he let it. Greymon decided to see how much his foot had damaged the human. He lifted it off the little body, grinning as it stuck to his sole a little, then dropped back to the ground, lying motionless.
The human looked almost completely uninjured - no obviously broken limbs, and no blood at all. This surprised Greymon a bit and he pressed his foot back down on it, a little harder this time. Normally the bodies of humans would flatten and squish pleasantly underfoot with only the smallest application of pressure. The hardened armour this one wore must be protecting it to some extent. No matter, Greymon wanted this to last as long as possible. He held the human down with his foot for a few seconds, then lifted off him and examined the condition of his victim. Still nothing! It was gasping and obviously terrified, but he still could not see any physical injuries.
Greymon was beginning to feel irritated. He had trampled the life out many humans before, and always enjoyed feeling their soft little bodies break pitifully beneath his big feet, but never before had he found one so resillient. He placed his foot back on the human. Yes - he could feel the armour pressing into his sole, it was harder than human body normally felt underfoot. So...this human thought it could protect itself by wrapping itself in metal. This amused Greymon, and he smiled maliciously. 'Let's see how good your armour is, shall we?' he said, though he doubted the human could hear him from beneath his thick sole. With a deep chuckle, he shifted some of his weight onto his left foot, and sure enough, he felt the human's armour begin to crumple up. With a satisfied smile, he stopped pressing down and lifted his foot off his little victim. The human stuck to his sole slightly, then dropped back down and hit the ground. This time the results were more interesting, Greymon noticed. The human was screaming in pain and writhing around uselessly in the shadow of his left foot, clutching at one of its front limbs. He saw that it was bent backwards at an unnatural angle, and leaking little puddles of blood.
Greymon's smile almost ached. He lifted his foot and turned it around to examine the underside of it. Several patches of blood were speckled over his vast sole, mostly on the ball and in the arch of his foot. He prepared to tread on the human for a fourth time, wondering how much longer it would last. Greymon felt the sole of his foot touch down on the human, pushing him against the cold, hard floor. He harshly pressed his victim underfoot, then again shifted some of his weight onto it, feeling the small body begin to break. The armour gave way and he felt a muffled scrunch as more of the human's bones broke beneath him. Again he pulled his foot from the man, leaving it crippled and bloodied, but still alive.
The human's body was all cracked and misshapen, Greymon noted. He brought his foot up and examined the sole of it. A significant amount of blood had been squeezed out of the human, and now covered the underside of his foot. It pleased him to think that the last thing his victim would feel was the sole of Greymon's foot, squeezing the life out of him, pressing him into oblivion without any remorse or regret. He decided a little stomping was in order.
After lifting his foot high above the crippled human, Greymon slammed it down on it and felt the little body splatter against his sole. He stepped up, pulling the human up with his foot, and stomped on it again. More blood was bashed out of its body and a pleasant crunch signalled the breaking of what was left of its bones. Greymon lifted his foot again, feeling the battered human peel off the sole of his foot and drop to the ground. He gave his victim one last stomp, then with slow, deliberate movements, rubbed his foot backwards and forwards, grinding the unfortunate human into the stone floor with a deep, satisfied growl.
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The huge Tyrannosaurus slowly circled the four captive humans, growling menacingly. From between the trees you watch helplessly as the living remainder of your platoon struggle fruitlessly to free their bound hands and legs.
It had been a merciless night ambush. Out of the torrential rain, a pack of about twenty raptors had burst upon your group of 16 commandos from out of the forest. No one had had any time to wonder why they came or how they had not been noticed; such was the ferocity of the attack. You had fought back, but most of the platoon had been killed without any clear hurt to the creatures. Unnoticed, you had managed to get to the forest where you observed the brutal massacre of your comrades. After the brief battle, 10 of the group had been killed and the others wounded, one critically. The raptors had tied up four of the survivors, but the fifth had been too grievously injured for their interest and he had later been finished off by one of the creatures.
The four captives had been dragged back through the forest and into the centre of a large clearing, where they had been thrown to the muddy ground and held down under the raptors' feet - one raptor for each human. Having known that any attempt at rescue by you would spell certain death, you kept silent and watched in horrified fascination.
Presently there had come the sound of heavy footfalls, and an enormous T-rex burst forth through the trees. Restraining the urge to shout out or run, you held your breath and watched as the raptors stepped off the men and backed away. The huge tyrannosaurus began slowly circling the four humans who lay helplessly, struggling at their bonds. As it came around behind them, it suddenly bent down and grabbed one of the four in its massive jaws. A roar went up from the raptors and the man screamed and struggled wildly. The T-rex lifted him up as it raised itself to full height, then shook its head violently until the human hung limply from its jaws, obviously dead. It then tossed the man into the air and swallowed him whole. You jerk as the realisation hits you; this is not an interrogation, the commandos are being executed.
The remaining captives started struggling and shouting, but a deafening roar from the T-rex silenced them. It continued circling the three, a satisfied smile playing across its fearsome reptilian features. After three complete circles, the T-rex stopped a couple of metres in front of the middle commando. It observed him for a few seconds, then let forth an odd growl. At this command, one of the raptors sprung up behind the human and clamped its jaws around his bonds. Taken by surprise, the man yelled and tried to break free, but the raptor dragged him forward and dropped him before the T-rex's feet. The human looked up at the huge carnivore, his eyes wide with fear; his staring was returned with a calm, malevolent, yellow-eyed gaze.
The frightened commando tried to shuffle backwards, but the T-rex lifted up one powerful-looking foot and quickly pressed it down on his chest, covering him from his knees to his shoulders, and forcing him back down into the mud. It held him there for a few seconds, impervious to the man's screams and weak struggling; then with a triumphant roar, shifted all its 7 tonnes of weight onto the human. There was a sickening crunch and a squelch as the commando's ribs splintered and his internal organs were crushed to a pulp. Another roar went up from the watching raptors. The Tyrannosaurus lifted its foot off the flattened human and growled again, at which another two raptors darted up and dragged the corpse away. The T-rex wiped its foot in a patch of wet grass and continued circling the last two of the prisoners. You find yourself struggling to hold back tears of frustration and anger. These creatures are effortlessly slaughtering your entire platoon and there is nothing you can do but watch.
The two remaining humans were becoming hysterical. One of them suddenly rolled onto his front and began pulling himself away with un-bound arms, you see that he has managed to slice through the rope with a sharp stone embedded in the ground. Several raptors moved to cut him off from his escape. They didn't attack, but looked up questioningly at the T-rex, who watched the slowly moving human with amusement for a few moments, then gave a snarling grunt. At this, the raptors leapt upon the commando, teeth bared and claws extended and tore him limb-from-limb. He was dead in an instant.
You avert your gaze back to the last of your platoon, and see that he has passed out and is laying slumped on his side. Having devoured the escaping human, the raptors spread themselves out again and all attention fell on the unconscious form lying in the centre of the muddy clearing. The T-rex looked down at him disdainfully and growled at one of the raptors. The summoned creature trotted up and prodded the human with one clawed foot, then slunk back again as he rolled over and opened his eyes, yelling as the world came back into focus. A malevolent smile crossed the T-rex's face and it slowly stepped forward, towering over the terrified commando, who stayed rooted to the spot with fear. His head turned to look up at the enormous creature, then left and right at the huge feet on either side of him. In desperation he rolled to one side, but the T-rex planted one foot on his back and rolled him back again. The commando shouted and struggled wildly, flaying his bound arms and legs about, trying to lift the enormous reptilian foot from his back without success.
After enjoying the feel of the little human wriggling beneath him for a few seconds, the tyrannosaurus slowly dragged its foot down the man's body, leaving a wet, muddy smear until it was covering only his legs. It then pressed down until a muffled crunch and a pained yell told it that the commando's legs were broken. The creature lifted its foot from its victim, who now lay squirming in the mud, unable to move himself. Next it lowered its foot onto his arms, forcing them to his right side, and savagely crushed them too. No cry of pain escapes the human this time, and you realise that he has mercifully passed out again. But the T-rex has noticed this too. Not satisfied, it raised its foot again and carefully prodded down on the commando's chest until he was fully awake. Sadistically dragged into consciousness again, the crippled human could only watch helplessly as the tyrannosaurus slowly lifted its foot high above him and took careful aim. You try to look away but cannot tear yourself from the scene. After holding its foot triumphantly over the little form in the mud, the T-rex slammed it down on him with such force that you felt the impact from where you were crouched.
The raptors let out a triumphant roar as the last of the human platoon was killed beneath their master's foot. Weak things as they were, they should all be wiped out to make way for more worthy creatures. But while they still existed they would make good prey, even though they were so easy to kill.
Your fists are clenched so tight that your knuckles are white and shaking, the furious rage that is boiling up within you threatens to make you scream at the top of your voice or lash out at one of the surrounding trees. You feel a need to break or kill something to make up for your loss of life, but fortunately your common sense gets the better of you and you decide to make a fast retreat through the rain to base camp. Quietly you back away from the clearing, then quickly turn around and find yourself face-to-face with one of the raptors.
Shock causes you to cry out, and you stumble backwards towards the clearing where several more of the creatures are now approaching. Sheer adrenaline takes over, and you duck past the raptor and sprint into the dense forest. You feel you have never run so fast in your life. You run, Darting over logs and rocks and bursting through small shrubbery, all the time with the sound of the raptor closing in behind you, muted slightly by the constant hiss of the rain.
Suddenly there is a snarl from over your shoulders and you are knocked over on to your front by a powerful blow. You feel the raptor land heavily on your back, knocking the breath out of you. Its claws dig through your jacket and pierce your flesh. You struggle wildly to get up, but the creature is surprisingly heavy for its size and firmly holds you down with its weight. You expect to feel sharp jaws closing around your neck or head, or the talons slicing into your back, but instead the raptor grips you by the scruff of your thick army jacket and drags you back towards the clearing. Not seeing any further point in remaining quiet, you shout and lash out at the creature, but it relentlessly pulls you back through the trees. Soon you are joined by several more raptors, which gather around and assist in restraining you.
As you enter the clearing you are held tightly, facing the ground, with four sets of powerful jaws gripping your jacket, arms, and both legs. You try to jerk your head up to see what is going on around you, but a hard snout blocks your movement. You hear snarls and hisses all around you, and the stench of recent death lingers in the back of your nose. Eventually the raptors stop walking and you try to look up, but are still unable to do so. An approaching sound turns your blood cold. Boom boom BOOM BOOM - A large shadow envelops you, and suddenly a huge reptilian foot enters your vision and steps down barely a metre away from you, squelching the wet mud out from under it. It is quickly joined by another, and you are left to gaze at the feet of the creature that would undoubtedly kill you. You hear a deep growl from above and the raptors release you. You fall to the ground hard, causing a sharp pain in your left leg. Slowly you look up. The great T-rex towers over you, looking down you with a look of sinister pleasure. Cautiously you push yourself up with your arms, and drag your legs forward into a kneeling position, all the time keeping your eyes fixed on his. The sharp, piercing eyes seem to gaze right into your soul, to know everything there is to know about you. Escape never even enters your mind - you would have no chance whatsoever with the two-dozen raptors surrounding the area and the T-rex standing over you. You reach up and wipe the rain from your face, noticing your hands are trembling. The Tyrannosaurus lifts one foot and you fall backwards onto your hands, breathing heavily. The foot steps down to your right and the T-rex begins to slowly circle you, his yellow eyes locked permanently on yours.
With the rain obscuring your vision, sounds become more intense and sharp. The constant crashing rain all around you; the slow, thudding footfalls of the great predator first in one ear, then the other; and a deep, soft growl that sends shivers down your spine. You are soaked through, your clothes sticking to you, and your breath comes in short fast bursts. He crosses in front of you. Your eyes flicker up to his, then dart back to the ground. Gradually your senses start to numb and fear renders you immobile. Your heart stops as the heavy footsteps pause behind you. Your eyes snap to the left side, but your head doesn't want to move. You wince as you feel hot breath on the back of your neck. The growling in your ear grows more distant as he lifts his head away from you. You breathe again. Too soon. A tremendous blow hurls you forward to the ground; the force of it would have broken your neck had you not been tensing every muscle in your body. You land on your front in a large puddle, nerves stinging. You push up onto your hands and knees, but a large heavy weight flops onto your back and you are forced back down onto your stomach. Pinned down, you look up and are unsurprised to find that the T-rex has one foot planted firmly on your back, covering you up from your knees to your shoulders, he roars in defiance. You cry out, struggling to catch your breath. The Tyrannosaurus treads down harder on you, pressing you into the soft mud. Groaning in agony, you lie miserably under his foot, spitting the mud from your mouth. The cold sole seems to curl around you; such is the force he is exerting on your body. With a savage slam of pressure, he steps off your back, leaving you lying wretchedly in the wet mud.
You try to turn over, but your legs don't respond. You look up in time to see his scaled foot come down on you from the side. He rolls you over onto your back, then steps off you again, placing his foot down beside you with a malicious chuckling growl. Disorientated, you simply gaze back up at the T-rex, your breath coming in rasping jerks. You try to move, but find that nothing works; all you are aware of is the huge foot right next to you, covering half your field of vision. Your gaze snaps back to the creature's head as you hear a series of deep, snarling grunts that could only have been laughter. With slow, deliberate actions, the T-rex lifts his foot from beside you and slowly raises it into the air, hovering it above you. Muddy water drips onto your face from the great, expansive sole. Again you try to move, but to no effect.
You stare up, taking in every detail of the scaled foot above you. Its shape is vaguely triangular, with the three large toes at the widest point, each with a sharp, black claw. The sole is wide and covers most of your field of vision, but beyond it you can still see the rest of the tyrannosaurus, appearing smaller at the head due to the angle at which you are forced to see it. Water drips from the middle toe into your eyes, causing your vision to momentarily blur.
Finally the T-rex slowly lowers his foot towards you, allowing you to see more detail on the sole as it comes closer. Soon the underside of his foot fills your entire vision and you realise that he is aiming directly for your head. The three toes have disappeared beyond your brow and the heel is just visible if you tilt your head up slightly and look down. Finally the ball of his foot touches your forehead, pushing your head back down into the mud. Closing your eyes, you feel the cold sole conforming over your skull, then it touches your nose and your head is forced onto its side. As the T-rex's huge foot envelops your entire head, you feel it begin to creak under the pressure and realise the true intensity of the situation: you are going to be crushed to death. Just before your skull shatters, the T-rex stops pressing down on you and you open your eyes slightly. He slowly drags his foot over your head, wiping mud all over your face with a deep, purring growl. You wince as the wet mud builds up on the side of your forehead, and slides down your cheek. Soon his foot comes to a stop with the centre of the ball resting neatly on the left side of your forehead, solidly clamping your small head to the ground. From somewhere above you, you hear a satisfied growl. Then you feel the pressure increase quickly and your eyes close for the last time - you hear a triumphant roar from beyond the T-rex's foot - an entertained snarling from the raptors - the quiet thunder of rain - ...and you are dead.
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Greymon eyes you confidently. With one blow he slams you to the floor and stomps on your stomach. The force causes you to curl up around his huge foot. You cry out in pain. He stomps on you again, and again, and again. You start coughing up blood as he stomps on you a fifth time. With a savage kick, he sends you flying into the cave wall. You collapse to the floor at his feet, gasping for breath and dripping blood from multiple cuts and gashes. You try to crawl away but he places one foot on your back and presses you back onto the ground. You struggle to get free but he is too strong for you. You reach up to grab at his ankle in an attempt to wrench the massive foot from your back, but he moves too fast. forcing his whole weight down on you, he lifts up his other foot and stomps down, pinning your arm to the ground. With a savage smile he presses down hard and begins slowly grinding your arm under his foot with slow rotary movements. You feel your wrist break with a crunch, and gasp in pain as blood begins oozing out from beneath his foot. Greymon chuckles and steps up off your arm, leaving it cracked and useless. You moan in pain as his weight is forced onto your back again, but he pays no attention and steps back down beside you then rolls you over onto your back with his foot and stands over you triumphantly. You are too exhausted to move and lie there helplessly. Casually he places one foot on your chest, and holds you down with his weight. You feel the thick, cold sole conforming to the shape of your body, enveloping your chest completely. You are utterly helpless, and can only lie defeated beneath him, wondering whether he will let you live or crush the life out of you as he evidently could - the foot holding you is almost a metre long, and about two feet wide. you look up and shiver as you catch a glimpse of the malicious smile spreading over his face. Quickly he presses you down hard, then curls up his toes, making the sharp claws pierce your flesh, causing you to wince in pain. With slow deliberate movements he drags his foot down your body, scraping long, bloody gashes in your skin and tattered clothes. You writhe in agony, but his foot clamps you to the floor. As his claws reach your stomach he pushes his foot forward, sliding it back over your chest with enough force to hold you still. His smile broadens and he slowly drags his foot down your body again, adding four more bloody rips in your chest. He repeats this several times, watching with obvious pleasure as his claws slowly rake you open and your struggling grows weaker from the pain and blood loss. Finally he brings his foot to a halt, then with a satisfied smile, raises it off your chest to finish you off. You see blood smeared all over his wide sole as it lifts up above you, then slows to a stop and hovers over your head. You see the large toes flex gracefully, and close your eyes, waiting for the impact that would undoubtedly crush your skull flat. But instead of stomping you to death, Greymon slowly lowers his blood-soaked foot onto your face and holds it there with firm, steady pressure. The heel and arch are below your chin, but the rest of the foot covers up your head. The ball presses over your mouth and covers most of your head, and you feel a slow, rhythmic drumming of the two middle toes on the top of your head. The great foot smothers your vision and you can't breathe. You feel a trickle of blood roll down your cheek from his sole, and moan dispairingly. As your life drains away you hear a deep, satisfied growl from far above you resign yourself to your fate. You feel the strong, warm pulse of blood in Greymon's veins whilst yours grows gradually weaker as his foot squeezes your head to the ground. A cooling numbness starts diffusing through your body as your brain begins to shut down. The pain in your arm and chest seem to fade into insignificance, then vanish completely and a strange feeling of contentment takes hold of you. The foot that burries your face is releasing you from your suffering. Its heavy pressure that was once so oppressive and tormenting is now relieving, even comforting. Greymon's life will continue, and yours will end, but it doesn't matter - nothing matters any more. With your last ounce of strength you touch your tongue to his warm sole, smiling as a deep feeling of satisfaction spreads over you; then your consciousness fades and your mind stops completely.
Once your weak jerkings have stopped, Greymon steps off your head, noting with pleasure that your lifeless face sticks to his foot slightly. He steps down and examines your body with satisfaction. After a few seconds he lifts his foot again and places it on your chest, covering up the jagged claw-gashes in your flesh. Shifting his weight onto that foot, he brings the other foot up and lowers it onto your stomach, covering your entire torso, standing squarely on your corpse. A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he looks down at your motionless body beneath his big feet. He begins shifting his weight from one foot to the other, enjoying the feel of your soft little body beneath him. Slowly he raises one foot in the air, then stomps down hard on your stomach, causing your legs to jerk upwards slightly then drop limply back to the ground. He then lifts his other foot and brings it down hard on your chest, shaking your entire body. He repeats this several times, stomping first on your stomach, then on your chest. Soon the splintering crack of breaking bones and the sickening squelch of squishing internal organs can be heard with every stomp. Blood starts flowing freely from multiple wounds, and your broken limbs jerk uselessly every time one of his feet slams down on you. After a few seconds of this, Greymon pauses and looks you over. Both of your arms are bent back at unnatural angles, your ribcage has been oblitterated, a gaping hole has appeared in your side and various wet bulges mark what is left of your innards. Broken shards of bone have burst through your flesh here and there, and blood soaks your crumpled body, the surrounding floor, and the soles of his feet. The only part of you still intact is your head; but he soon settles that. With a roar he covers your head with one foot, then lifts it up, leaving a bloody print across your face. Finally he slams it down with all his force, splintering your skull in an instant. Blood bursts from your crushed head and spurts all over the surrounding floor. Greymon savagely twists his ankle, grinding the remains of your skull into pulp. Finally, with a grin, he bends his knees and leaps vertically into the air, only to come crashing down on you with a loud crack and a wet squelch. As he lands on you several thin jets of blood burst from your chest as it flattens beneath his weight. He jumps up and stomps on you again, and again, and again, mashing your remains into the ground beneath his soles. When he has finished there is nothing recognisable left to mourn.
With a satisfied smile, Greymon walks off your oblitterated remains and wipes his feet clean on the stone floor, leaving large, bloody smears, then casually walks away.
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Wargreymon reaches out and grabs pikachu, lifting him aloft with effortless ease. "It's time to have some fun with this little pokemon."
Agumon grins sadistically and holds up a large belt.
Wargreymon sits down and slides off his right foot armour. He then places the struggling pokemon against the underside of his foot and holds him there while Agumon quickly straps the belt around pikachu, tying him tightly to the digimon's massive sole.
Pikachu squirms vigorously but can't get free.
Wargreymon smiles and slowly places his foot back on the floor, forcing pikachu down into the carpet. He flexes his toes, enjoying the feel of the tiny pokemon wriggling under him. He stands up and walks around the room.
Pikachu squeaks with every step.
Wargreymon is annoyed at pikachu's lack of resistance. He raises his foot up behind him to check that pikachu is still conscious.
Pikachu squeaks in protest as Wargreymon casually steps down again, pressing him hard against the ground.
Wargreymon continues walking.
Agumon notices that the little pokemon's struggling gets weaker with every step.
Wargreymon stops and looks down at his foot holding the silent pikachu to the floor. He frowns and lifts his foot up to agumon, who unbuckles the belt.
Pikachu drops to the ground and lies wheezing at agumon's feet.
Agumon looks down at him. "Better wait a minute - it's no fun when they pass out."
Pikachu lies motionless on the ground for a moment, then suddenly jumps up and dashes for the door.
Wargreymon moves fast and sidesteps, landing his foot squarely on pikachu and slamming the little pokemon against the floor. "Thought you could get away, huh?"
Agumon laughs.
Pikachu gasps, all the breath squeezed out of his tiny lungs.
Wargreymon eases up on pikachu a bit, only to flick him over the carpet with his toe claws.
Pikachu squeaks as he goes sailing a few feet across the carpet, skidding across the floor and landing in a heap, his eyes spinning.
Wargreymon chases after him and promptly treads on Pikachu, pressing the pad of his foot down on him with slow steady pressure.
Pikachu feels as if he's about to pass out. The huge digimon's foot completely covers him and the weight makes breathing very hard.
Wargreymon grins and slides his foot along the floor, dragging the helpless pokemon with it. He pushes as much weight as he can onto pikachu without squashing him, and rubs his sole repeatedly over the little creature with considerable force.
Pikachu moans as he is pressed to the ground beneath Wargreymon's foot.
Wargreymon bounces a bit on the pads of his feet.
Pikachu makes tiny squeaking noises with each bounce.
Wargreymon twists his ankle, grinding him casually into the carpet; he then applies a sudden slam of weight against Pikachu and steps off of him for a moment, to let him breathe.
Pikachu is too exhausted to try to escape and lies gloomily at wargreymon's feet, panting heavily.
Wargreymon treads on Pikachu's tail.
Pikachu squeaks in pain and thrashes about with new strength. The two digimon laugh at this, and are content for a while to watch pikachu's futile struggling with amusement.
Agumon eventually tires of this. "How about a game of football?" he suggests to Wargreymon.
Wargreymon agrees. He curls up his toes, pulling pikachu towards him by the tail. He then presses the ball of his foot down on pikachu's tail and extends his toes again, settling them on the pokemon's back and pulling him back again. He repeats this a few times, slowly dragging the helpless pokemon under his huge foot, then finally settles it down on him and looks at Agumon.
Pikachu can only watch as Agumon stands up at the other end of the room. He feels the digimon's enormous toes drumming heavily on his head and again struggles to free himself without effect.
Wargreymon gives pikachu a moderate kick and he goes rolling across the floor towards Agumon.
Agumon slants his foot up ready for pikachu, and as the little pokemon touches his sole he presses it down firmly on him.
Pikachu is disorientated, and as agumon's foot forces him into the carpet, he struggles to escape, weakly.
Agumon laughs and presses down on him harder. His foot is nearly three quarters of the size of the pokemon, and he is easily big enough to overpower pikachu.
Agumon rolls pikachu back to wargreymon with the side of his foot.
Wargreymon kicks the little pokemon around the room, pikachu squeaks every time he comes into contact with the huge toe-claws.
Eventually wargreymon passes pikachu back to agumon, who catches him and then tries to balance on the little pokemon with both feet.
Pikachu's head is spinning and he is too disorientated to understand anything that is going on around him. Agumon places one foot on pikachu's back and then shifts his weight onto that foot and places the other foot on pikachu's head.
Pikachu is forced into the carpet under the weight of the digimon, and gives a muffled squeak of protest.
Agumon raises his arms to balance, but slips and rolls off pikachu, landing on the floor with a thump.
Wargreymon sits down on the bed, laughing hysterically.
Pikachu sees his chance and runs for the door, but unfortunately it's closed. Pikachu jumps frantically up at the handle, missing it by several inches each time. He looks back at the two digimon, who are both watching him calmly.
Wargreymon slowly slants his foot upwards, keeping his heel on the floor, and exposing his expansive sole to pikachu. He points to the carpet under his raised foot and bares his teeth at pikachu.
Pikachu hesitates, not wanting to abandon his only hope of escaping from his captors. Agumon stands up menacingly and pikachu squeaks in fright. He runs underneath Wargreymon's foot and lies down.
Wargreymon smiles and slowly presses his foot down on the quiet pokemon, deliberately squeezing pikachu against the floor with pleasure.
Agumon grins "Now what was he hoping to accomplish by that?"
Wargreymon shrugs, "he'll just have to learn that we own him now." he says, casually rolling pikachu around under his foot.
Pikachu feels dizzy and lets out a small moan. He doesn't bother to struggle and just lies there, allowing himself to be rolled beneath Wargreymon's hard sole.
Agumon leans against the wall, looking down at pikachu. "Maybe we should make a cage for him," he ventures.
Wargreymon looks at him. "What's the point? He can't get out of here unless we let him out."
Agumon gazes at the little pokemon wheezing under Wargreymon's foot. "Well I don't think he can take much more of this."
Wargreymon looks down at pikachu and flexes his toes with a grin. "Maybe you're right, but it feels so good."
Agumon looks away.
Wargreymon frowns and looks at Agumon, then down at pikachu. "What must it be like to be a pokemon? - Small and helpless, always picked on by digimon."
Agumon looks up at Wargreymon. "Yeah, knowing that your whole existence is for the pleasure of bigger creatures."
Wargreymon smiles "and being at the mercy of digimon like us."
Agumon looks down and laughs. "I wonder what it's like knowing that your little life could be snuffed out with a casual step."
Wargreymon looks at agumon with a glint in his eye. "Let me show you."
Agumon grins.
Wargreymon lifts his foot off pikachu and the little pokemon stumbles off into the corner, squeaking breathlessly.
Agumon lies down at Wargreymon's feet, each of which is more than half the length of his entire body and easily as wide.
Wargreymon removes his left ankle armour and places his foot down on the floor next to agumon's head.
Agumon lies still, his heart racing.
Wargreymon slowly raises his right foot and hovers it above agumon for a moment, before placing it down firmly on his stomach and pressing a little.
Agumon shivers with delight as Wargreymon's huge foot settles heavily on him, spreading pleasantly over his body. It covers the lower part of his torso, from the top of his legs, to the base of his ribs. The weight of the foot is more than enough to clamp Agumon securely to the gound. He feels the vast expanse of the sole stretching over him, the heel hanging over on his right side and the four toes curling around him on his left. The great foot is surprisingly cold, but his body heat soon changes that.
Wargreymon smiles at the effect he is having on agumon, and sits quietly for a while, enjoying the feeling of Agumon's little body beneath him. After a moment he lifts up his other foot and holds it in the air just above agumon's head.
Agumon gazes up at the huge, expansive sole hovering above him, taking in every detail of it from the rounded, circular heel along the arch to the wide ball and the four powerful looking toes each with a jet-black, polished claw.
With a satisfied growl, Wargreymon slowly pushes his foot to agumon's face, allowing his weight to press the digimon's head down into the carpet.
Agumon moans in ecstasy. He runs his hands along Wargreymon's foot, trying to pull it down harder on him as it curls over his head. He pushes his lips to the firm, wide ball and burries his face deep into the soft pad of Wargreymon's sole.
The larger digimon grins. He presses down harder on Agumon's skull, then slowly drags his foot down the little digimon's head, rubbing his sole over Agumon's face with firm pressure.
Agumon feels the great sole pressing down on his head, covering up his entire existance. As the foot drags slowly down his face he feels the ball of Wargreymon's foot sliding over him, conforming to the shape of his facial features as it goes - wrapping around his forhead, dragging down to press into his eye sockets, finally coming to a stop on his chin, the four toes clutching his head at various points. He feels the foot lift slightly, and watches as the sole glides back again until only the heel is visible over his brow, at which point it stops and pushes back down onto his head to drag over his face again. Wargreymon repeatedly rubs his foot over Agumon's face, then after a while the movement grows softer until the foot is merely stroking Agumon's head. Whenever Wargreymon's large toes drag over his face, he flexes them playfully; amused at the effect it has on the little digimon.
After several minutes of this Wargreymon lifts his foot off agumon's face and plants it securely on his chest, covering agumon up under both feet so that only his head protrudes.
Agumon sighs quietly, all his attention focused on the overwhelming pleasure from Wargreymon's immense feet enveloping his little body.
Wargreymon holds agumon there for several minutes, observing the smaller digimon's ecstatic reactions with interest mixed with curiosity. He then lifts his left foot off agumon's stomach, keeping the right planted firmly on his chest and says: "Now you know."
Agumon blinks as though waking from a daydream. "Well I don't know what that little pokemon had to complain about." He says, gazing up at wargreymon, his breath coming in short bursts from the heavy weight on his chest. "It's the best thing I've ever felt."
Agumon clears his throat, "Hold on..." He struggles to move so wargreymon raises his foot off him slightly.
Agumon feels faint as the blood rushes back to his chest. He shuffles around so that he is lying lengthways to Wargreymon's foot, then lies still and the huge digimon lowers it back onto him. Agumon is now neatly under wargreymon's right foot with the great digimon's heel on his pelvis, the ball covering his chest from arm to arm and the four vast toe pads resting steadily on his shoulders, keeping the claws on either side of his head.
Agumon gives a contented sigh and closes his eyes.
Wargreymon suddenly grins, "I've got an idea..." He looks down the length of his leg at agumon.
Agumon is still enjoying the feel of the large, heavy foot covering his torso and looks reluctant. "What? Can't you just hold it there a little while longer?"
Wargreymon chuckles, "You won't be disappointed." Keeping his foot pressed firmly on agumon, he gets up off the bed and sits down on the floor, his other foot facing towards Agumon's head, momentarily exposing the sole to him. "Hold still a minute."
Agumon couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to.
Wargreymon slips his hand underneath the digimon's back and carefully turns agumon over onto his side, all the time keeping his right foot pressed against his chest. Wargreymon then places his left foot against agumon's back, removing his hand, and squeezes the little digimon between both feet.
Agumon whimpers in delight as the two huge feet press in on him from either side, surrounding him so that only his arms and legs stick out from in between wargreymon's soles. He pushes his head up between the huge toes and relaxes his body completely.
Wargreymon laughs at the sight of the smaller digimon's arms and legs hanging limply. he begins moving each foot with slow, rotary movements, enjoying the feel of agumon's little body pressing into his soles.
Agumon feels as though he is going to burst with pleasure.
After a while Wargreymon allows his feet to fall apart, and Agumon falls back onto the carpet and lies there panting. Wargreymon lies back, placing his left foot lazily on agumon's chest and rests the right on the floor, his large sole exposed directly in front of Agumon's head.
Agumon gives a contented sigh and grins. "Think we could do this more often?" he asks, gazing at the thick, wide sole of the huge foot only inches from his face.
Wargreymon smiles, "I don't see why not - you feel a lot better than that little pokemon." He says, pressing down on agumon a little.
Satisfied, agumon settles back down and with Wargreymon's great feet surrounding him he soon drifts into a contented sleep.
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Pikachu blinked. This was his only chance. Taking a deep breath, he bolted forwards as fast as his legs would carry him. He saw Greymon's huge foot on his right as he approached the gap between the digimon's legs. If he was fast enough he would make it. He had never run so fast in his life. Suddenly a shadow fell over him. Panicking, he increased his speed, but before he could get past, the enormous weight of Greymon's raised foot forced him to a halt and pressed him flat against the ground. He squeaked in terror as the great sole spread out around him, smothering his little body and conforming completely over him. Light was squeezed out from under the foot, Pikachu found himself in utter darkness. He was directly under Greymon's sole and he knew that if he didn't escape fast he would be crushed flat beneath the digimon. Gathering up all his strength, he struggled and writhed furiously, determined to wriggle out from under the huge foot and be gone. Encouraged by the fact that he was still alive, Pikachu thrashed about vigorously, trying to break free. Just as he felt he was starting to have some effect, he felt the weight on him begin to increase and gasped in surprise. The darkness seemed to close in around him. The merciless pressure continued to increase, and he felt his body begin to crumple. This wasn't fair! The life was being squished out of him and there was nothing he could do about it. As his bones began to crack, Pikachu started to let out a last dispairing cry, but the huge foot crushed him flat before he could finish it.
Greymon watched the tiny creature as it cast frantic little darting looks around it, trying to work out its best chance of survival. He chuckled. Hovering his right foot over the spot where the pokemon would have to run, he watched calmly, knowing that he had all the time in the world. Greymon could see determination build up in the creature's eyes, and prepared himself. Suddenly it burst forward and sprinted towards him, aiming to run between his legs and escape. He smiled and casually lowered his foot, catching the little pokemon squarely beneath it and pushing it to the floor. Greymon applied no pressure on the creature, and simply allowed the weight of his foot to flatten it neatly against the ground and cover it up. His sole spread pleasently and he felt the floor press up as his foot touched the ground, conforming over the little thing. A satisfied smile played over Greymon's face - it was so easy. He stood still for a while, enjoying the feel of the little creature wriggling about under his foot. After a while he pressed his foot down until he heard a muffled squeak, then a pleasant crunch and a wet feeling between his toes. Finally he dragged his foot back and forwards a couple of times, wiping the splattered body of the little pokemon over the ground, then walked off leaving a bloody footprint with every other step.
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