When Fyrre heard Shira was going to be at a convention, he had to pay hir a visit. Unfortunately, all he did was annoy Shira and provide a bit of inspiration for hir next story…
•	Fanboy — Introduction
•	Date Night — Shrinking by violence, verbal abuse
•	Inside Job — Micro in a pussy
•	Cleaning Up — Piss
•	The End — Trampling to death
•	Afterlife — Soul vore into bladder
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Fanboy
While the black-scaled dragon had been a fan of Shira’s for a long time, Fyrre hadn’t expected to meet hir after all these years! The quadruped was giddy as he bounced over to hir table at the convention, his bell collar jangling loudly with every leap he made. Other people looked on in annoyance at the sound but Fyrre paid them no mind. He just wanted to meet the dragoness for himself!
Shira looked up at the commotion and tried to remain polite as the dragon bounced around. He wasn’t the only person who had gotten carried away in the vendor hall today, though he was noisier than most. Shi just kept writing, pen in hand, until a loud thump against the table caused hir pen to slip on the table. “Hey!” shi roared as shi looked up at the source of the incident. Fyrre stood there and grinned cheerfully at the white-scaled ice dragoness.
“Hi Shira! It’s me, Fyrre!” He didn’t seem to care he’d just ruined a page of work that shi’d have to redo later. He was just so excited to see hir! “Remember me?”
Shira paused as shi tried to remember the dragon. Did shi know him? Shi scratched the underside of hir snout with the back of hir pen as shi thought, then grimaced as the name clicked. Yes. Fyrre. A dragon who’d left some moderately inappropriate comments on some of hir writing and who’d slid into hir DMs more than once. He was friendly, sure, but he seemed to think that being a fan and a client made him best friends with hir.
“Oh, right. Fyrre! Yeah…” shi said. Shira outwardly remained professional, but in the back of hir mind, shi was thinking of ways to deal with this annoyance. Possibly for good. Fyrre tried to chat hir up and seemed indifferent to the fact shi was already taken. Surely shi would still do stuff with him! Never mind the fact shi just wasn’t that into him… shi did, however, get some ideas from the comments he’d left on hir work. “Tell you what. Meet me outside the vendor when it closes at 6:30 and we can chat about this up in my room. Fyrre nodded and squeed as he bounced out of the room.
Date Night
When Shira left the vendor hall, Fyrre was already waiting outside for hir. Shi walked over to say hello and sized up the dragon. Despite being a quadruped, Fyrre still stood a few inches taller; Shira was fairly petite for an anthropomorphic western dragoness. “Shall we go to my room?” Shira asked. Shi wanted to get this over with. While Fyrre talked at length about how awesome it was to meet hir and all the ways he liked hir work, Shira gave short sentences in reply. Shi said just enough to keep him talking so this looked perfectly normal to anyone paying attention. This continued through the elevator ride and on the walk to Shira’s hotel room.
The moment the door latched closed, Shira slapped Fyrre across the snout. It shut him up instantly, mid-syllable, and shi had a moment of quiet for the first time since the damned simp had met hir in the hallway. When he started to whimper, Shira backhanded him to shut him up again. “You really don’t understand what a parasocial relationship is, do you?” Shi coiled hir long, whip-like tail around his neck to keep him silent. “The attention on my work is flattering, but we’re not friends because you paid me to write porn for you. We’re not friends just because you hump a pillow while reading my smut. But I’m going to abuse you to inspire my next story, so consider this a final gift to you, you obnoxious prick.”
Fyrre was confused. He was just being friendly! He looked right into Shira’s eyes and soon realized he was at eye level to hir. No, as hir tail tightened around his neck, Fyrre realized Shira was the taller one. Each time shi hit him, it was as if shi’d slapped a couple inches out of him, just like hit points being subtracted in a video game. Hir coiling tail was slowly suffocating him and gradually sapped his size. Shi took out hir frustrations of the day on him with further hits and scratches until he was small enough for hir to drag him onto the carpeted floor next to the bed. Only then did shi release his throat and allow him to take a few strained breaths.
“You seemed especially fond of my story where someone’s trampling the size out of their little victim,” Shira remarked. Shi kicked Fyrre’s side to force him onto his back and snarled at the male’s twin purple dicks. “And you’re still getting off on it when it’s happening to you in real life.” Before Fyrre could respond, Shira stomped directly on his cocks, causing them to splay awkwardly from their usual vertical position. “You know what happens next, right?” Shira elected to show rather than tell.
Though Fyrre had lost half his size, he was still plenty large enough for the dragoness to stand upon. The anthro didn’t bother supporting hirself on anything; shi let every ounce of hir weight settle directly onto Fyrre’s chest and cocks with no regard for how painful it was for the male beneath hir. Once shi was balanced atop his body, shi began to trample him in place, one foot after the other. The dragon’s body made a series of cracks and pops as bones broke and joints dislocated. His size was expended to heal those injuries, but that left him more vulnerable to additional stomps upon his diminishing frame.
Shira had two decades of experience in writing sadomasochistic furry porn. Shi knew what hir audience liked and what, specifically, Fyrre had admitted to enjoying in hir comments section. Shi channeled that knowledge and expertise into hir trampling. The ball of hir foot slammed down on Fyrre’s neck and crushed his windpipe, which left him rasping for air until his size was used to fix the injury. Hir heel slammed against his anus and forced it so wide open that Fyrre felt like he was being torn apart. Another stomp hit him firmly in the lower stomach and would have caused him to lose his lunch if not for Shira wrapping hir tail around his snout to hold that in.
Though Shira would have normally said shi doesn’t have a Sadistic streak, this evening was proving otherwise. Now shi was the one getting both hard and wet at a situation created in hir writing before. Fyrre could only sort of make out the dragoness’ arousal, given that he flinched and winced at every increasingly massive stomp upon his body. When shi jumped off him and crouched near his body, it became all too clear. Hir ice blue clit was directly above his head, while hir upward-curving humanoid penis loomed over most of his body. “You kept telling me that you want my cock,” Shira mused, “But I’m more of a cunt these days.”
Inside Job
The dragoness held hir dick in one hand and took aim. Shi thumped it down on the floor next to him to demonstrate what shi could do to him. It was an acknowledgement of what he supposedly wanted hir to do to him. Rather than indulging his love of hir cock, Shira grabbed Fyrre with hir other hand and held him in a closed fist to limit his options. With the quadruped subdued, shi rubbed his snout against hir clit. The dragon grimaced in protest as he was lubed with the dragoness’ fluids. This isn’t what he wanted! But it was what he was getting. This was what Shira wanted and, given that shi was an order of magnitude larger, it was hir choice as to how the evening progressed.
The black dragon protested. He shouted “red light” but Shira chose not to honor that safeword. Shi wasn’t really listening to him anyway; his voice was muffled by hir icy clit and, before long, hir frigid slit. Shi dragged his face forcefully along hir flesh until his snout slid into hir body. Fyrre whimpered and attempted to press back against Shira but his forepaws couldn’t find any purchase against hir folds; they sunk in easily, but they slid off when he applied any pressure. All the while, hir freezing cold juices made Fyrre shiver as they slowly oozed over his body.
“Mmm, keep that up, Fyrre,” Shira mmmmed. “You’re a lot better as a vibrator.” Shi curled a finger against Fyrre’s head to hold it just inside hir and savored his ongoing struggles. With nothing but a move of hir fingers, Shira could smother the micro against hir pussy or allow him up for a breath of sex-scented air. The result was similar to turning a sex toy up or down: When shi held him against hir body to deprive him of air, his struggles intensified; when shi allowed him up to breathe, he was far less active.
While Fyrre was a decent vibrator, Shira could do better for hirself. Shi was also in the mood to get filled rather than to just tease around the edges. The dragoness didn’t bother informing Fyrre of hir decision. Shi just shifted hir grip so hir thumb pressed under his tail and began feeding his body into hir cunt. Fyrre whined and struggle, which was precisely what the dragoness wanted. When shi softly growled in pleasure, the sound carried through to vibrate across Fyrre’s body. With his body now well coated in hir natural slickness, Shira began using him as a proper dildo and slid him in and out.
Being used as a sex toy was like being in an elevator running far past its design speed. When Fyrre was pressed in, he felt his insides rush to his feet; when he was pulled out, everything rushed to his head. To Shira, though, this was like using any other dildo and his warmth felt lovely against hir cold cunt. Shi just pumped Fyrre in and out of hir with no regard for his well-being. There wasn’t any particular malice for Fyrre… beyond the violence inherent in shoving a living creature around so forcefully and hir complete lack of respect for his rights. Meanwhile, all Fyrre could do was wriggle helplessly and try to keep warm as the larger dragoness used him.
Shira’s adjusted hir grip such that hir middle finger was pressed against Fyrre’s ass. That freed hir thumb to drift back to hir clit, where shi could properly get hirself off. The dragoness’ other hand explored hir body to add to hir pleasure. Fyrre was little more than an accessory; he was just the catalyst for hir choosing to pleasure hirself. At least he was good for that, if nothing else. However, it was Shira’s efforts that brought hir to orgasm. Fyrre didn’t know what to expect as the walls around him began to twitch, but he was soon smashed between them as Shira’s pussy clenched around him in pleasure. He cried out as one of his wings dislocated, but that caused the dragoness’ fluids to flood into his muzzle. He instinctively choked that down and whined into hir insides.
Cleaning Up
By the time Shira’s orgasm finished, Fyrre was half-conscious, half-frozen, and felt like he was half broken. He didn’t understand that the movements around him meant Shira was walking to the restroom to clean things up. When shi pulled Fyrre out, the small dragon winced at the bright light. Shira lifted the micro to hir snout and looked him in the eye. “Here, let me clean you up,” Shira said mischievously before dropping the small dragon into the tub. Fyrre felt like he’d been pushed from the roof of a six story building and landed back-first on concrete, with the corresponding damage to his ribs and spine. Unlike before, these injuries didn’t heal. Shira had revoked that ability from him. He looked up to Shira in fear of what shi might do next.
“Since you wanted my dick so much, let me give you a little taste.” Shira reached into hir maleslit, pulled out hir flaccid shaft, and took aim at the small black dragon cowering beneath hir. He knew precisely what Shira was about to do and he was in no condition to flee or defend himself from it. A few seconds later, urine started to flow from hir cock and splash onto the textured, plastic floor of the tub. While hir initial trickle didn’t hit its target, the increasing flow allowed hir to aim more precisely and the pale, golden shower soon hammered onto Fyrre’s face.
The powerful stream waterboarded the micro. Shira kept well-hydrated and shi really needed to go. Urine forced its way into the dragon’s mouth and nostrils, choking off his air supply entirely. Like Shira’s other fluids, hir piss was freezing cold and Fyrre’s airways began to suffer frostbite, rendering breathing a permanent challenge for the suffering creature. When Shira aimed lower, other portions of the dragon’s body were subjected to the same debilitating cold. The powerful stream forced Fyrre’s maleslit and ass open and chilled them until he’d swear they were frozen solid.
Being half-drowned in an ice dragoness’ piss carried one small mercy: The cold helped to numb some of Fyrre’s injuries. It didn’t fix anything, but it provided some minor relief to the worst of what he’d experienced. His body slowly went numb, partially from the cold, partially as he started to shut down from the injuries inflicted upon him. Fyrre’s shivering slowed as he’d chilled to the point where his body would no longer attempt to keep him warm. He was alive, but barely. Shira sought to fix that.
The End
“Hmm…” Shira considered hir options for the creature beneath hir. Obviously, shi couldn’t let him go tell anyone what happened. Instead, shi wondered how to dispose of the evidence. Considering all the things shi’d done that he hadn’t fantasized about, shi decided to indulge something he had: The desire for a pathetic little thing to be crushed under hir bare feet.
“You know, there’s not much left of you, is there? You’d bleed out if I just left you here…” Shi stepped forward to place hir left foot next to Fyrre. He looked nervously as he realized it was slightly longer than he was. He saw the subtle movements in muscles as shi moved hir right foot upward and weight was redistributed. With his obsession over the foot planted next to him, he barely noticed hir other foot in his peripheral vision before the ball of hir right foot slammed onto his right hindleg and crushed it into useless paste.
Fyrre’s screams echoed in the tub. It was the first time Shira had heard anything he’d done since shi first stuffed him inside hir. The dragoness responded with a toothy grin at the little dragon. “What? I thought you liked the idea of a bigger dragon crushing you into oblivion. So I’m really just giving you what you wanted, you pathetic little simp.” Though Fyrre tried to say something in his defense, Shira kicked him the moment he uttered a word. He bounced off the front end of the tub and landed on his side a few inches from the drain.
Shira again stomped on the little creature and caught his tail beneath the ball of hir foot. Shi dragged him backwards just far enough that the faucet wouldn’t be in hir way, which ripped his tail open and left a crimson streak on tub’s floor. Shi twisted hir foot upon what remained of that appendage as if it were a mere worm, rather than part of a sapient creature that was begging hir for mercy that shi had no intention of giving. “You wanted me to crush you like a bug. You wanted me to be a sadistic bitch. So blame yourself for how I’m going to kill you.”
Fyrre faded in and out of consciousness as his injuries mounted. Only the excruciating pain kept him awake and Shira intended on keeping him on the edge of death. Shi grabbed one of Fyrre’s forepaws between the two largest toes on hir left foot and wiggled them right next to the micro’s face. When he tried to pull his limb back, Shira clenched hir toes tightly and crushed it between those two unyielding digits. The first squeeze caused several joints to pop out of place and weakened the structure. As shi continued to squeeze and release that limb, shi eventually broke it into pieces that would never move properly again.
Although Fyrre trembled in fear and pain, Shira gave him no respite. Shi rocked hir foot back onto its heel and pressed it against the dragon’s remaining hindleg. The weight rested there for only a moment before shi pressed down and twisted hir heel back and forth, mashing that limb into the floor and ripping it to shreds. Fyrre could only manage a weak, gurgling whimper in response; he didn’t have any energy to fight back. He was broken. Now, he could only pray that Shira would give him a swift death. A mercy killing.
“Better finish you off in style, hmm?” Shira grinned deviously at the broken little creature beneath hir. The dragoness’ foot rocked forward onto Fyrre again. The ball of hir foot was placed directly upon his chest; hir big toe rested gently on his head. Shi pressed down just slightly to push the dragon’s snout to its side and keep his body flat beneath hir. From above, Fyrre was nearly invisible; only the mangled remains of his tail were still visible from above. “I’d say it’s been nice seeing you, but it’s been better seeing you off.”
Things quickly went dark for Fyrre. The dragoness’ toe began applying weight. The toepad spread and blocked out his view of the world. His hearing was stripped away as his earholes were completely closed off. Breathing, too, became a challenge under the mounting pressure. All that remained was the pressure of Shira’s bare foot and the cold of his dying body. Fyrre’s skull was squished like a grape beneath Shira’s big toe, which finally put him out of his misery.
Afterlife
Even in death, Fyrre would not escape Shira’s wrath. His soul left his body and started to float away. Instead of reaching the heavens, however, his ethereal body became mired in the still-slimy flesh of Shira’s cunt. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away that easily, did you?” Shira said. Fyrre couldn’t respond at all; his body was incapable of speech or exerting force upon physical objects. While a living creature his size would have little trouble pulling themselves free of hir sex, the dragon’s soul was trapped in place for whatever the wicked herm had in mind.
“Since you seemed so eager for my piss earlier, maybe I’ll stick you in there for a while. Perhaps… eternity?” Hir fingers prodded at Fyrre until the dragon was pressed face-first against hir urethra, deep in the shadows between hir legs. Since his soul had no bones, it offered no resistance to Shira. It took little effort to compress his soul and force him inside hir once again.
Fyrre still had all his senses… and all of them were screaming at him over this nightmarish scenario. The sounds of hir body were all around him as his soul disappeared into that tight orifice. Everything went dark and became freezing cold. This is what he imagined being dead would feel like: A very cold, dark place where the only stimuli were unfamiliar and unsettling. At the end of that tube, his face pressed against the sphincter holding hir bladder closed. With a sickeningly wet noise, he passed through it and things became even worse.
When he was pissed on earlier, the dragoness’ urine ran off his body. He could eventually shiver and warm up. But now, Shira’s urine was all around him, like a living sensory deprivation tank from which there was no escape. It surrounded his soul like a cocoon. There was only enough room for the urine contained within and, now, just slightly more room for Fyrre’s soul to be mixed in with those fluids. It seeped into his very core and froze him until he could barely move or think. The slightly acidic liquid was slow to attack the intruder and those chemical reactions were slowed further by the supernaturally cold temperature. This was his afterlife: To have his soul turned into mere waste over the course of several… hours? Days? He’d never know.
Shira sighed contently as shi felt Fyrre’s soul fully disappear into hir bladder. Given that he’d pissed hir off on several occasions, it was only fitting that he’d be part of the piss that shi’d unload over the course of the convention. Shi washed up and went to meet friends for dinner. When shi wrote about this later, shi didn’t even think of Fyrre; shi just imagined a generic micro. It was as if he never existed, far as shi was concerned. Hir body had broken down not just his soul, but even hir memories of his existence. All that remained were a few idle fantasies to reference in hir future work.