The air smelled strange, a mix of fresh air blowing over his tiny body and that of rotting wood in a stagnant space. Like a place mostly lost to time. Mathew lay on his back, the little one hearing someone clearly moving around him as his senses came back to him. Like usual, he was naked. He could feel the wind from an open door blow over him as the dying bushes outside rustled in the wind.
The room's wallpaper had started to peel, and even from where he lay, he could see the bed was a mess. Sheets were torn up, with holes, burn-marks, and stains throughout. Only a single light seemed to work in the back corner of the room, and the cheap alarm clock next to the bed read 10:37. It looked like the grungiest, least expensive motel room he'd ever seen in his entire life.
It was oppressively hot outside, the door and window open with a breeze didn't do anything to help the room that was unsurprisingly devoid of an air conditioning unit. It looked like it had one at one time, but it was taken out long ago.
"Ugh..." He groaned, trying to sit up, his blue hair falling over his head as the poor soul who had this room moved about.
"Of course, of goddamn course."
A low feminine voice, almost a growl, thundered through the air from a side room. From Mat's position, he could only see a corner of what appeared to be a bathroom. The carpet tapered off to a grimy tile floor and what appeared to be the frosted glass door of a sliding shower. But he couldn't hear any water running nor see any steam rising into the already-steamy room.
"Of course the shower's not working," the voice said again, seemingly getting closer, along with some heavy, rhythmic tremors that could only be footsteps.
She stood over Mat, a towering, hulking shark woman, with purple coloring and white tiger stripes all over, a white front side, and short black hair, tossed to one side with purple highlights and sharp purple eyes.
She was also, save for a towel that wrapped around her sensitive areas, entirely nude, with a thin sheen of sweat coating her, an annoyed look on her face, clearly having prepared for a shower only to find it not working.
"Should've showered at the venue..." she muttered, her gaze dropping to the floor.
And almost immediately resting on Mat.
She startled briefly before a look of disgust crossed her face. "And now, I've got fucking bugs in my room." she groaned, "The sooner I'm outta this dump, the better." With an exasperated sigh, she stomped forward and lifted one bare foot, webbed toes flexing, intending on squashing Mat into paste.
He felt as though his heart leapt into his chest as he looked up to the giant shark woman who thundered from the bathroom. His blue hair did him no favors, making him exceptionally easy to spot on the floor as her foot lifted over his body. It all happened so exceptionally fast. Immediately he felt the rush of pleasure radiate through him, the anticipation of being smashed to death beneath her.
The underside of her foot was unique. A deeply cracked and rough heel pad and sole pad, with pads on each of her four toes. He could see the slick webbing between them, and all the dirt that had accumulated throughout her trek to this point. She looked grimy, grungy, and exceptionally strong.
"W~" He stammered out, "Wait!"
It was all reactions. He didn't even think about what he was saying or doing, he had less than a fraction of a second before he was going to be sent to another reality. His protest wasn't exactly a shout either. He could see past her foot to the look of disgust on her face, intent on snuffing out the insect that intruded on her personal space.
"Wh-AH!" the giant shark woman startled again at the stammering call, almost losing her footing, and slamming her foot down - managing to stamp the floor next to Mat instead of directly on top of him.
She stared down at him wide-eyed, face a mixture of incredulousness and anger as she peered down at the... weird, blue-haired thing on her floor.
A suspicious look came about as she peered down. "...was that you saying something?"
Mathew was laying on his back, plain as day, aroused and exposed as the shark's bare foot smashed into the floor. The air blew over him, ruffling his hair and surrounding him with the intoxicating smell of her sweaty, grimy foot. He had braced himself for the impact, tensing his body and gripping a torn bit of floor with his tiny hand. Breathing deeply, he looked over to see the pad of her rough foot pressing into the ground with all her weight.
There was a second of hesitation as she spoke, looking back up to her. The naked shark towered over him, her towel held tight to her body with one hand as she awaited his answer.
"Yeah, sorry!" Mathew whimpered out, "I know this looks very bad, so real quick. I just reformed here. When I die, I get transported to new worlds, I swear on my life I wasn't creeping on you."
He was nervous, clearing his throat as he lay on the floor, aroused and naked, in a woman's hotel room.
She just stared at him, a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and anger on her face. She kept the towel wrapped up tightly against her body, before sliding her foot back and crouching down to get a better look at him, noting his [REDACTED]. Up close, she looked pretty beat-up, with dark circles under her eyes.
"Uh-huh." her tone was skeptical, as if she didn't quite believe him. "So if I just fucking paste you on this gross motel room floor, you'll just... end up somewhere else, huh?"
Her tone was threatening, and her toes instinctively dug into what could generously be called the carpet.
He watched, not attempting to flee or do anything else as she got a better look at him. [REDACTED] very plain to see when she realized he wasn't just an ordinary insect. The tiny being listened, and as soon as she said 'paste', he visibly moved. Almost as if the word itself caused a massive burst of pleasure to roll through his body, making him curl up in an almost insect-like way.
He looked down to her feet, then back up to her and nodded.
"Yeah," He said sheepishly, "I can't count how many times I've been crushed to death before. It's okay though, I uh... I like it. That's why I'm like this. I'm really sorry."
The little one did his best to hide [REDACTED], but the damage had already been done. He was just trying to be polite at this point.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her face slowly, culminating in her pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling slowly through it. Opening her eyes halfway, she stared at him again. "So, you just happened to end up in my room, after getting... I guess fucking killed somewhere else entirely. And also you're, like... tiny because of reasons."
None of this was in a questioning tone, it sounded more like she was just restating the facts as far as she knew them.
"And you're totally not a stalker or a really zealous fan going to absolutely insane lengths to get a close-up look at the Megalodonna, huh?"
There was a moment of visible confusion on his face when she said something about 'The Megalodonna'. After pausing for another second and looking around the room, he adjusted his leg to more [REDACTED]. It wasn't going away, so he just had to conceal it for the moment.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have no idea who you are. Not to say you aren't famous or anything but, I'm just... Not from around here. I have no idea if outside this room is a desert, or a giant city, or some alien forest. If there are even humans on this planet or if you're all sharks."
He took in a deep breath, the smell of her feet still strong since he was still very close to them.
"But yeah, that's a fairly good synopsis..."
She paused, before snorting in amusement, a small grin forming on her face, showing off her sharp, shark-like teeth. "Okay, that last bit kinda popped me." she replied, "But nah, we're not all sharks. ...hold on a sec."
She stepped away finally, disappearing into the bathroom again, this time closing the door behind her. Mat could hear the sound of some rustling and shuffling on the other side before she emerged again, this time wearing a pair of long cargo short and a sports bra.
A quick scan of the ground again and she managed to catch sight of him again. "Okay," she said, "I don't entirely believe you. 'cause that sounds REALLY far-fetched." before giving a shrug, "Buuuut, that said, never seen anyone as tiny as you, so... if nothing else, I know something's up."
Running while she was away would entirely destroy everything he had said so far. Truthfully said, so he didn't. The little one sat up as she left, still adjusting himself to cover [REDACTED]. The little one waited patiently, looking up to her when she returned.
In truth though, she looked even more attractive with her sports bra and cargo pants to the little one. He watched her paws press into the ground as she walked, imagining himself being crushed to death beneath each of her powerful steps before she spoke again.
"So what do you do?" Mathew asked, "Movie star? You mentioned a nickname or something... Uh~ YouTuber? Model? Is YouTube even a thing here?"
Another laugh, but this time Mat could easily detect the sarcastic tone behind it, "Yeah, I'm a model. I'm sure you could tell from my glamorous accommodations."
Raz stalked over and sat on the couch. Well, less 'sat,' more 'dropped' on the couch, slouched down, her heels pressed on the floor with her soles and webbed toes raised and exposed.
"No, I'm a professional wrestler." she replied with a shrug, "I go by 'The Megalodonna' on the independent circuit."
Mathew got up from his seated position. Standing and naked, it was nearly impossible for him to hide [REDACTED] so he didn't even try. As she walked past him to get to the run-down couch, Mathew jogged over in a vain attempt to keep up with her. What was a few steps for her was a journey for the little one, but he made it in decent time. By the time she finished explaining herself, he was coming to a stop near her feet.
They were Huge, powerful, with rough sole pads and a strong odor that filled his little body with nothing but pleasure. He kept near them, just close enough to smell but not close enough to be off-putting for her.
"Pleasure to meet you, Megalodona~ I uh... Honestly, I don't have anywhere to go. It's not exactly safe for me to just walk outside and find my own way, so. My name's Mathew, and uh..." Mat stammered shyly, "I'd like to offer myself up to be your pet. I want to be useful to you, even if that's just for entertainment until you break me."
The Megalodonna drummed her fingers, listening to him make his offer before propping up her elbow on the arm of the couch and leaned her head into the hand of same...
"Dude, I have no time or energy or money to keep any kind of pet. I've got to drive, like, eight hours in the dead-ass of Summer to get from Houma to Dallas just to get to my next booking."
She set her feet flat on the floor, leaning forward to stare him down, "'fraid there's not much I can do for ya. Sorry."
Mat looked hopeful, standing before the enormous goddess of a being that sat on the chair in front of him. The smell from her paws was almost maddening, calling for him to walk closer but he stood where he was and listened to her speak. When her feet came to rest flat on the ground, he once again imagined himself beneath them.
"I don't eat, food at least. I can survive off foot sweat and grime." He said, "And I don't require any attention. You can literally just, leave me in your shoes until I die and I'll be happy."
He took a step over toward her foot, leaning on the side of it with his little arm while looking up to her. He was blushing, though that wasn't exactly why he moved there. He crossed one leg over the other in his 'Lean', catching his [REDACTED] so it would be hidden again by his leg.
"I just want to help..."
Again, the stare. That mix of incredulity and skepticism, and-
"Survive... off of..." she trailed off before shaking her head, raising her hands, "Know what? I'm gonna just let that one sit there." She gave a small huff, leaning back on the couch, and glancing over at the bed.
10:50.
Her eyes widened, "Oh, fuck."
She hopped up from the couch, haphazardly missing Mat with her footfalls before she hoisted a suitcase from the foot of the bed and started to get it packed.
"I gotta get outta here in ten minutes or that rat bastard in the office is gonna charge me for another night in this roach hostel."
As she leaned back, her foot lifted up a little, forcing Mat to stumble away from her. That bit of hopeful optimism was fading away, he didn't want to be left here of all places. He didn't exactly have the greatest sales pitch in the world, but he wasn't really thinking straight. He was actually a little... Desperate?
Then, she got up quickly. Her foot lifted over him, showing the sole again in all its majesty as she went to get up. It fell with her heel right behind him as he turned around and jogged after her, looking up to the Megalodonna as she hoisted her suitcase up and started to haphazardly throw everything into it.
"Take me with you, please! I just don't want to be alone here. I'll do whatever you want me to. Throw me out the window if you can't keep me."
The colossal shark lady hung her head with an exasperated sigh, half packed, half-witted. She took a slow, deep breath, lost in thought. Her mind raced. Was he serious about what he said he lived off of? Wonder if that's what kept him so tiny.
She turned her head slightly to peer down at the tiny, blue-haired thing desperately begging on the floor, before taking another look around at this shit-hole room. The moment she did, the string on a painting snapped sending it crashing to the ground.
Yeah, if she were him, she wouldn't want to stay in this dump either.
Finally, a defeated sigh. She pointed back toward the door of the motel room. "Purple converse over there. Pick one and keep your head down."
He didn't beg any more than what he already had, just keeping silent until he heard what she had to say. The moment she pointed, Mathew ran. He didn't want to hold her up, especially with her being generous enough to keep him. For now, at least.
Crop tops? Check.
Two more pairs of shorts? Check.
Four pairs of socks? Not that she'd use 'em, but check anyway.
Laptop. Check.
Spare towels. Check.
Wrestling gear? Check, check, and check.
That was it.