GTS - COM - Neon Katt Foot Toy

Commission for TheMillishike , featuring Neon Katt and Kroh's tiny oc, theres a story and document to go along with this too, going to drop that here in the description, written by them as part of an RP they had

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(POV: Neon Katt) Something smelled good. Not the kind of 'I can't wait to eat it' good, though there was that as well, but the kind of smell that just made me want to claim somethings as my own, to mark it as my territory. It wasn't that uncommon for my instincts to act up like this, and ordinarily I'd ignore them in favour of engaging in some more straightforward fun, but this time was stronger than anything I'd felt in a long time.

 

My head swivelled around as I tried to subtly search for the origin of that scent, becoming slightly frustrated as it continued to ellude me. I did pick up and locate the scent of another cat Faunus, and after taking a moment to differentiate between her and her friend, briefly wondering why she was wearing a bow over her ears. It seemed stupid to restrict herself like that. After all, who cares what others think of the Faunus? It's best just to ignore it and have fun! Do

 

whatever the heck you want and be damned with the consequences. That's my motto at least.

 

While I was caught up in my internal monologue the first teams were selected for the fight, and by coincidence it seemed that my fellow catgirl would be fighting first. I watched with mild interest as she and her partner... conversed with their bags? As I tilted my head in confusuon they seemed to reach some form of consensus, and headed for the stage. My eyes went to follow them, before widening and snapping back as the scent from before reasserted itself. Stronger than ever. No longer covered up by that Faunus girl's nearby scent. My eyes zeroed in and I realised it was coming from her bags. Of course it was, why hadn't I thought of that before. What did she have in their? Catnip? No, it couldn't be that. I had some of my own stash hidden away in the bag at my feet.

 

There's no way I'd be able to smell hers over that. Something even better then. What was it? I needed to know.

 

Despite what some people may think based on my appearance, I do know there is value in patience and discretion. I waited until the fight on stage was fully underway, paying just enough attention to note the exact moment everyone was fully distracted, before slinking quietly over to the bags, not even Flint noticing my sudden departure. Stepping up to the bags I pause, watching as the small shape standing upon them, now bathed in my ominous shadow, turns slowly to face me. Something in my mind clicks as I look down at the small man with dangerous eyes, lips pulling back to expose my sharpened fangs as I smile. "Well hello there, little mouse."

 

My target tensed up as I loomed over him,  "M-mouse, I am not a mouse!! Who are you,

 

and what do you want?!" His small voice called out, followed by the apperance of two small boxing gloves. My smirk only widened as he readied his tiny weapons, unable to see how he could possibly hope to challenge me with such insignificant things. “Ohhhh, want to fight huh? Well okay then, but just so you know, if anyone asks, you definitely started it.”

 

Given his location, I could only surmise that he was the property of the cat Faunus who had been here before. Maybe a pet. Maybe a little morsel for later. Whatever the case, the important thing was that she would inevitably come back for him, and if I hung around the bags for much longer there was a pretty good chance that I’d be seen and identified as the culprit if he disappeared. So step number one in this little battle he seemed so keen to engage in, had to be to move our location to somewhere more convenient.

 

 

Fortunately, I had the perfect semblance for that. My semblance is, for lack of a better word, the ability to produce thrust. I can only produce it from one part of my body at a time unfortunately, which is the reason for my skates, since running with it is pretty much impossible. But from a standing position it’s a lot more versatile. Swinging my hand down, I reach out to grab the small snack, fingers extended in a claw-like manner, only to catch him off guard at the last moment as my currently sock-clad foot swings forward instead, rapidly accelerated by a burst of rainbow light as it slams into his small form and hurls him across the hall to the far wall.

 

My aim was good as he slammed into the wall with barely a sound, far away from the gathered students. Careful not to draw any unwanted attention, I quickly jog over to his location, smiling down at the slightly

 

squished body as it peeled from the wall and splattered on the floor. "Nghh....cheap shot you LITTLE-!" Before he even had a chance to finish his thought, I already pulled off my socks and slammed both of my feet down onto him, a near orgasmic shudder going through my body at the feeling of squishing the toy between my toes. Oh Oum yes. This was it. This was what I had been missing my entire life. With no-one to stop me I began to march in place, happily mashing him beneath my stampeding feet as I outright purred in pleasure.

 

Mmmm, this was great. So so so so great. I’d always loved trampling things beneath my feet, ever since I was a little girl. I’d go around stomping bugs into the mud while giggling madly. I’d walk all over people too if they’d let me, or if they were too weak to resist. Flint, who was a heavy sleeper, had woken up more than once to my feet pressing down on his

 

face, the pungent stench of my toes forcing him into wakefulness. While crushing was better, just making people smell my feet was also really fun, and I made extra sure to keep them as ripe as possible for that very purpose.

 

This though… simultaneously crushing a tiny man into formless gum beneath my feet while subjecting him to the full force of my powerful foot stench. The ecstasy of this was beyond description. I felt like the rest of my life could just melt away, so long as I was left in this one perfect moment. Yet, even then, it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more.

 

Not wanting to give a moment of freedom to my new toy, I dropped to the floor while still keeping him flat beneath my feet. For a few seconds their may have been some relief as my weight lessened, but I ensured that the

 

moment was brief as I lifted my soles, still gripping his tortured body between my toes, and turned them to face each other. With one last smirk and a small kiss blown in his direction, I slammed my feet together, pulverising him between their mass as I pressed in hard and started to rub them back and forth, giving myself the best massage ever as his slimy form slide across my soles.

 

I didn’t even try to suppress the moan that escaped my throat this time, knowing that no-one would hear it over the cries of battle echoing throughout the hall. It was only now, as I started to really lose myself in bliss that I remembered stories I’d been told a long time ago. About a species from Mistral born to be the cat Faunus’ meals and toys. So that’s what he was then. Not a human at all. Not a man. Just a rare and precious commodity. Not worthy of remorse. I had no idea how he ended up at Beacon and in the possession of

 

that black cat from before, and I didn’t care. He was mine now, and I was never going to let him escape me.

 

Still grinding him between my soles I slowly reached out for my discarded socks, taking a moment to run my fingers over the fabric as I contemplated how it would feel to have my newest toy trapped within them. A loud buzzer singled the end of the nearby fight, as the blonde finished off both opponents with a single blow, her partner standing relaxed by her side, and I knew that now was the time. Separating my feet with reluctance, and leaving him stuck to my left sole, I opened my sock wide, and quickly began to lower my toy towards his waiting prison, and the beginning of a new life.

 

It was done. I had him. I’d won. As I pulled my sock on I tugged it up as high as it would go, feeling his body further compressed into my

 

sole as I did so. Like this there was no way he could reform, let alone escape me, but just to make sure I leapt quickly to my feet, ensuring that I landed on my left foot alone as I balanced there with all my weight, feeling the already impossibly flat form reduced to even more of a smear beneath my sweaty sole.

 

With no time to waste I skipped back over to Flynt, who had finally seemed to register my absence now that the fight was finished, smiling all the way as I pounded my prize again and again beneath my bouncing feet. I deliberately gave a wide berth to the bags from which I had originally found him, seeing the blonde from before making a beeline for them with a triumphant smirk, the black-haired Faunus trailing more slowly behind. By the time I reached my own partner I could hear a cry of distress emanating from the human girl as she started to shift through the bags with obvious concern. I watched her for

 

a moment out of the corner of my eye, seeing her partner rush over to join her, before I turned away, striking up a casual conversation with Flynt about battle tactics as I subtly shifted as much weight as I could to my left foot, slowly shifting it around as I continued to grind him into dust.

 

Already my head was swimming with ideas for what I could do with my toy, so many truly wondrous thoughts making themselves known. It was without question that he’d be spending most of his time beneath my feet, and I couldn’t wait to use him as a bit of extra padding in my skates. Heck I might even get a chance to use the little guy in a fight against his former owners, wouldn’t that be funny. But there were other things I could do with him as well. Maybe not quite as fun, but a girl had to experiment sometimes. I’d heard other cat Faunus would use his kind as gum, and while I’d have to clean him off a bit first I

 

wouldn’t mind giving that a shot, blowing bubbles with his squishy body to give brief glimpses of the outside world, only to suck him back in. There were other parts of my body for him to visit as well. If he liked my feet, then he was going to love being buried in my armpits, or my butt. If he was lucky I may even consider letting him into my special place. Ah, so many possibilities, and so much time to explore them all. Year and years to enjoy my toy.

 

My feet would be too powerful for the other cat Faunus to find her previous snack. The stench would easily overpower his own smell, meaning he was mine to keep forever and ever~

 

(Coming Soon, RWBY: The Mastical Saga). "