Jeff had been in this job for a few years now. He kept the floors clean, the water working, the plumbing fixed, and many other things that no one would notice unless he stopped doing them. He was good at his job, and there was one thing that made it tolerable. He was often bent over and at just the right height. 

      The school where he worked had plenty of ‘accidents’ with water fountains. Sometimes it was due to the gum kids would stick down the drain. Sometimes it took a bit of arranging by Jeff himself in order to arrange it. Either way, several times a week he found himself on his knees next to one of them attempting to get it working properly again. He didn’t mind, because out in the hall he would see the kids walking by.

      Jeff had no desires toward the kids, aside from one. He liked to watch them walking, to see their paws hit the ground. The bunny’s ears and nose would twitch as he carefully watched; his eyes lingering on the more interesting paws. There was one pair that always held his attention, a hybrid boy. His colors and patterns by themselves were amazing, and he had a pair of striped stockings that he wore sometimes. What fascinated the poor bunny the most though, was the fact that his fingers and toes were webbed. 

      He always felt himself tense when the boy passed. One particular day he thought he’d gotten caught, as the deep violet eyes had lingered on the janitor for a while the fotter had gathered his things from his locker. Jeff turned back to his work and stared intently at the fixture. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn the kid had licked his lips with a smirk, and it made the fur on the back of his neck stand up.

      He bit off a squeal as the final bell sounded, jumping slightly and banging his head on the fountain. He strung curses together under his breath and looked into the hall. They were now filled with kids on their way to their lockers or to the doors, but that particular kid was gone. He shrugged and finished his work, scooping out a wad of gum and replacing the sieve plate so that it had a slight crack on one end. After all, his job wasn’t as much fun if he didn’t have to fix it again in a few weeks, and of course, he would do it just as the bell rang again.

      A few hours later, he pulled the maintenance room door closed and fit the lock inside. He hoisted his lunch container in one hand and his maintenance logbook in the other, and strode into the halls. For some reason, despite so many years of cleaning and fixing the place up, the empty shell the school became at night always made him a little uneasy. He winced at every echoing footstep; every creak of the hinge of every door he had to pass through made him turn and look behind him.

      He started to relax as he neared the entrance, when something reached out of the shadows and grabbed his wrist. He squeaked and dropped his things, hopping back a couple of feet and looking for an exit, when a voice stopped him. “Take it easy, old man.” it said. Jeff braced himself against the opposite wall, trying to calm his pounding heart. 

      “Just what in the heck do you think you’re doing?” He demanded, trying to force some authority into his voice. “I should-“ 

      An uplifted hand, gloved and tucked into a coat sleeve, stopped him. “You should shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.” The voice replied evenly, and with enough strength behind it to back it up. Jeff swallowed and bent to pick his things up, and hopefully get a better look at the person, but all he saw was the hand. He realized the figure was standing in a doorway near the entrance. A bathroom, but the lights were automated, so he wondered why they were off. In a force of habit he made a mental note to fix it the next day.

      The figure cleared it’s throat, and the voice continued. Masculine, but that was all he could recognize. He’d never heard it before. “I’ve seen you work. Or rather, seen what you do while you’re supposed to be working.” The figure stated, tapping a finger on the edge of the doorframe. “Now I wondered for a while, but now I know. I know your desires, possibly better than you do.” The voice was smug, and Jeff found that he didn’t doubt the words. “I know your greatest desire.”

      There was a long pause. “Then what is it that I want?” The rabbit asked, tucking his things under one arm and preparing to run if he needed to.

      “That is something you’ll soon discover yourself.” The figure replied, and Jeff heard him rustling in a fabric container before the hand flipped him something that looked like a light switch. The rabbit instinctively caught it in his free hand. “This will give it to you, if you have the guts to try.”

      Jeff turned it over in his hands. He wasn’t sure how it worked, it seemed like a simple switch in a metal housing. There were no wires on the device, and no loose parts that rattled around inside. It was just a switch. He looked skeptically at the unseen trickster. “This some kind of joke?” He asked.

      The figure chuckled in response, and the fur on the rabbit’s neck stood up. “You’ll see for yourself.” It replied, “Now I think it’s time you hopped along, little bunny.”

      Jeff bristled at the world ‘little’. “Now you just wait a minute,” he began, but the bluster drained from his body as two eyes appeared in the darkness. They weren’t shining in the dark, they were actually glowing. Their glare stopped him short, and the figure’s menacing voice made him run out the door a moment later.

      “I told you to GO!”

      Jeff had bolted out the door, surprising himself when he didn’t chuck the device over a fence before he got to his car. He occasionally looked at the thing as if it was likely to bite him as he drove home. 

      For half an hour now, it had sat on his table, not knowing what else to do with it. It seemed fantastic, but he asked himself, could he trust anything that person had said? He reached out to touch the cool metal with a finger. “My greatest desire,” he muttered, his finger hesitating over the switch. 

      He shook his head and sighed. Perhaps he was a coward, in that respect, but it was the risk of disappointment, or worse, that held him in check. So his night proceeded in an average way. Eating dinner, doing laundry, going over his notes and making plans for the next day, then watching a bit of television in the company of a couple beers. For some reason though, the device hovered on the edges of his thoughts, and once he’d decided it was time for bed, he took it with him.

      Lying in the dark, he allowed himself to toy with the switch, laying on the stand next to the bed. His greatest desire played in his mind, though he didn’t know what it was. When sleep had almost claimed him, he heard a loud click and his senses snapped into alertness. Even as he realized he’d finally flipped the switch, he felt slightly ill. His limbs felt heavy, like there was a massive pressure on them. He tried to get up, but his mind felt fuzzy too, and in a moment his consciousness slipped from him.

      Jeff awoke with a groan. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He raised a hand to his forehead and cracked his eyes open. It was close to dawn, and there was a half-light in the room that made it hard to make anything out with his fresh eyes. The room smelled strange, not like him and even sort of musty. He sat up and went to push off the bed, but his hand rested on something funny. Soft and a little rough.

      He turned and his heart jumped into his throat. There was a massive black heel, and an equally massive bright green heel pad. He groaned, craning his neck to see a similar main pad towering above, and likely giant toes. He had indeed gotten his wish. He had wanted to get up close and personal with the hybrid boy’s interesting footpaws. He couldn’t say this wasn’t up close and personal.

      Suddenly the bunny felt invincible. It was all just fantasy, he was even half convinced it was a dream. He looked down to his nude body and up at the footpaw, and was suddenly intent on exploring every bit of it. He reached into the fur and grabbed  handful, which at his current size didn’t take much. He couldn’t have been more than a few centimeters tall.

      He started pulling himself up, hand over hand in the fur, heading for the heel pad. The fur was like silk, if a bit matted and musty in places. He shivered as he recalled some of the steps he’d seen this particular kid take. How he’d once seen him go out of his way to make his foot land on a wandering cricket and how he’d smiled and chuckled at the crunch it had made. Jeff had thought he’d been caught staring that time as well.

      Jeff neared the heel pad and paused to catch his breath, leaning in so that his nose brushed the skin under the fur. His breaths burned into his lungs, but he needed the rest and tried to endure the slight smell. At that size though, it wasn’t so slight as much as overwhelming. After a moment, he pulled up and dug his little claws into the green, glowing pad.

      The titanic boy let out a sleepy chuckle and his foot twitched. Such a simple movement, but Jeff had to dig all of his claws in and hang on with all his strength to avoid getting thrown off. The action terrified the bunny, and it took more than a little convincing of himself to get moving again a few moments later. He moved slowly and deliberately now, not wanting to provoke the giant anymore than he had already. Even if it was just a dream, he felt no desire to die from a stupid mistake.

      He worked his hands into the tiny crevices and wrinkles the pad already provided. It wasn’t a difficult climb, and soon he could see the top. A couple of minor twitches on the other foot shook the bed and made him freeze. The fotter grumbled something sleepily, but the movements ceased. Jeff breathed a sigh of relief and pulled himself up onto the top of the pad. He looked down and wished he hadn’t, as his height made it seem dizzyingly high.

      Jeff turned and tucked his face into his arm, leaning against the sole of the foot. He had a nagging feeling, a fear that it could all be real. He forced it down, for now the fantasy he was living was enough to overrule his sense. It was easier to climb the sole, there were feet upon feet of easy handholds in the fur, and occasionally there was a wrinkle to rest on.

      The second such wrinkle he rested on, he shook himself, trying to gather some energy to keep going. He regretted this immediately, as the toes above came into view for the first time, curling and flexing, and causing the sole to writhe underneath the poor bunny. “H-hey stop that!” He screamed, nearly getting pitched off, “You’re going to make me fall!” 

      Despite his protests, the movement didn’t stop for another minute or so, and by now the rabbit was utterly terrified. It felt so real that the only thing he was sure of was that he was now too high to jump. He moved to one side, where wrinkles were less likely to form in the event of that happening again, and continued his ascent. 

      He was shivering with exertion when he finally reached the lower edge of the main pad, and he silently congratulated himself. He had no idea that where he was climbing now was extremely ticklish, but a moment later he found out the hard way. As he climbed up over the side, the foot shifted again. He clung tight, feeling prepared this time, but as it turned inward and the surface darkened, he had a moment of sheer panic.

      He turned and saw the other foot bearing down on him, toes curled toward the area he was at. He barely let out a peep of a scream before it pressed against him. The claw was above him, and that was the only thing he was grateful for, because it would have impaled him instantly. As the toe he was pinned with pressed harder, he felt everything in his body compress painfully.

      He screamed into the leathery surface, now knowing the horrifying truth. It wasn’t a dream, and the situation was deadly serious. The foot started to rub the area that was making the fotter itchy, meaning the little rabbit’s climbing spot. He was grinded between the pads, then into the sole, feeling his ankle snap, his arm dislocate. His head felt like it would burst, and then it stopped. 

      He almost sighed with relief, the tears standing out on his cheeks, before he realized he was moving away from the sole. He whimpered and clung with one arm against the toe, and when it stopped and twitched, the poor rabbit was flicked right between two of them. He bounced painfully off the webbing he’d so adored and let out a whimper as he started to slide downward. He grabbed on with his good arm, securing his claws in the flesh under the fur.

      A sharp yelp and a flick of the foot made him cringe, and he craned his head to see that the fotter was now sitting up in bed. A light flicked on, blinding him, and before he could get his bearings the legs swung over and he flew out of the crook between the toes. Jeff let out a hysterical scream as he flew over the floor, bumping against the hoodie that was hung over the edge of a chair and rolling down it. 

      On the way down, he caught several broken fingers, and his dislocated arm bounced uselessly and painfully behind him. Suddenly he wasn’t bounce-sliding along the fabric anymore, it was a drop to the ground. He landed hard and all the air slammed out of him, and he felt a pain flare up in his ribs and back. Even as he landed, he saw the massive purple orbs fix on him, a scowl set on the sleepy fotter’s face.

      The massive being stood, and a single step, showing the soles he’d been admiring all year and climbing all night, brought him to loom over the unfortunate rabbit. The impact shook the ground hard, and the rabbit rattled painfully. The sound jarred through his skull. He reached back and started trying to pull away, tears streaking down beside his eyes and down his nose. “Please kid, don’t do it!” he blubbered, but he knew his voice would never be heard.

      The fotter crossed his arms and tapped one foot, sending jarring, painful thumps through Jeff’s body, then he smiled. Jeff’s heart skipped a beat at that, because the smile was icy cold. One of the immaculate feet lifted up on it’s heel and slid forward over the carpet, creating a grinding sound that made Jeff grit his teeth. His fur stood on end as the motion created static electricity. When it was directly over him, the toes flexed, one almost directly overhead, and Jeff could see the boy leaning forward, still smiling, and let out a “tsk”. 

      The foot shifted slightly, and the toe was now directly overhead. Jeff heard static begin to crackle and he managed to lift his head enough to see the sole slowly rolling forward. He watched the heel disappear, then the arch, then the main pad, and finally only the toes were lifted. “No, no!” He screamed, but the toes came slowly down, the one meant for him resting on his body, seeming almost pleasant. 

      The pressure escalated almost instantly, and he felt himself wedge down into the carpet. It bought him some time, but when his head was forced to one side he knew there was no chance for him. His sides bulged and his bones started to snap under the pressure, and he could no more than whimper because he could no longer expand his lungs. His vision fuzzed at the edges, even as he felt his sides split open and his guts began to ooze out, and blood stained the pad where bones ruptured through the skin. A thought flitted across his mind; this is what that bug felt like. A moment later, his skull started to crack. He was sure it was the end, but the pressure suddenly stopped increasing.

      As the fotter pulled back slowly, he whimpered happily. He thought he might play dead and maybe he could muster the strength to pull himself out. He hissed a breath in, then let it out in shock as his body began to lift. He felt himself stick to the pad and was forced to ride it up and back as the boy checked his work. 

      “Hm,” came a familiar voice, but he couldn’t think of where he knew it from. He had no time to think about it, because there was a massive, earth shattering sound and he felt himself twisting. In reality, it was the foot he was stuck to, and soon he faced almost upward at the ceiling, and the way his head was stuck let him see the boy.

      The violet orbs stared intensely at him, blinking curiously. The smile was gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. The boy hadn’t expected the ‘bug’ to survive that. Then a light dawned behind the eyes and the boy licked his lips, his tongue glowing just as green as his paw pads. “Please no…” Jeff whispered, as he felt the foot begin to move toward the boy.

      The mouth opened a fraction, the tongue sliding over the teeth. Jeff caught a glimpse inside and still found that his fur could stand up in fear, even in this state. The mouth opened wider and the boy’s head came forward. Jeff was plunged into semi-darkness, offset by the glowing tongue. He whimpered meekly as the tongue scraped his body off the pad and licked it clean, then the toe disappeared and the teeth clacked shut. 

      He stared at the wall, unable to move, breathing in the hot, musky air, as the boy’s tongue explored his tiny body, lapping at the blood, then at his spilled entrails. The tongue pressed him to the side, and the teeth lifted. Jeff couldn’t find the strength to squeeze his eyes shut as he saw an ivory wall overhead, and it came down hard. The last thing he heard was a sickening crunch.

      Tyler felt a gush as he bit down, surprising him with a pleasant flavor. He couldn’t see the tiny body inside his mouth being slowly ripped to shreds, pounded into a pulp, he just tried to make it last as long as he could. Soon Jeff’s remains were just as thin as soup, and a few bones stuck out of the pulp. Tyler tipped his head back and let them slide backward of their own accord, only swallowing when he felt nothing more on his tongue. “’Your greatest desire’,” he muttered with a knowing smirk. “Works every time.”

      He stretched and looked down at the slight stain the bunny had left on his floor, and his eyes darted to a few similar ones about the room. Then he flopped back on his bed and curled up, cuddling with a pillow and waiting out the morning, and a new chance for some ‘fun’.