Trick or Paws
Commission for Dragonslover (5/6)
It was the day of Halloween, the day were people pretended to be ghouls, ghosts and doctors fighting Ebola roamed the streets, living the characters that they wanted to personify for the day.
Although he didn't have any disguised plan, it didn't stop Silvermike from joining in the fun; who could resist the opportunity to gather some free candies and see some amazing costume, while being with friends?
But for the moment, it was too early to roam the streets; the night wasn't setting yet and the people were still preparing the decorations, in some area. It was better to wait, although he could always observe the situation from afar. From there, he could a find an idea for an amazing, one that could even impress the hipster roaming the streets in this holiday, trying in vain to be impressed by something.
As he looked around, trying to figure something that he could wear, he saw a bowl of candy lying around near the entry of a house. The sight of free candy, although it wasn't there for him, was quite tempting; perhaps he could grab a few pieces before someone would spot him.
He would have to be quite fast, though; he didn't want anybody to catch him in the act, for creating explanations for this sort of behavior would be annoying and tedious, a consequence that no one wanted to face...
Turning his head to the left and to the right, he observed his surroundings for a moment, making sure that no pesky kids would come and shatter his plan; he had to act fast and quietly, to assure himself that they wouldn't swarm him...
Grabbing a chocolate bar, he was to eat it when he saw someone watching him from a window; it was a pity he wasn't able to do it before he was caught in the act, but he had to try, for the candy could have been delicious.
The person observing him looked like an old crone; perhaps it was an elderly landowner and the decorations on the house gave him the impression that she was wearing a long, black robe. Perhaps he would need to get his vision checked...
As the crone seem to be muttering, he had the impression that the world was growing; perhaps it was tainted candy and the drugs were slipping in his skin thanks to the contact it had with his skin, although it would had to be pretty powerful and efficient drugs to do such a thing.
Closing his eyes, he decided to calm himself, to see if this vision would fade away, leaving him alone so he would be able to grab more candies before leaving this dreadful. He had to admit that the crone watching him was a bit chilling, for he had the impression that she could read his mind, an impression that he was sure was too farfetched to be true. After all, there was no such thing as spooky elderly or witches; if he was afraid, it was because he knew that he did something bad and that someone caught him in the act... although was it truly the case?
Opening his eyes, he realized that it wasn't drugs that were causing his vision, or his mind. He was indeed smaller than he used to be; he could observe that the bowl of candy was bigger than he remembered, while it was further away...
He had to get home, before someone would step on him; but again, to the road back home, he would face so many paws that could press him against the ground, each time in a different fashion. Although it wasn't what he aimed for in the first place, how could he resist to such a wonderful appeal?
Not giving it a second though, he ran the fastest he could toward the street, hoping that people would soon start walking the roads, to celebrate this holiday. But at the hour he was, all that could get out were either parents or people to party; he just hoped that luck would shine on him...
And he was lucky, for there was huge sale that day, before the fabled trick-o-treating would began; from his position, he could observe the wave of people coming toward him, their feet stomping on the ground.
He couldn't wait to be under them, to be trapped under their soles, to be dragged under them; it was the position that he was supposed to be, where he needed to be to feel complete and one with the crowd.
As the first people approached him, he readied himself for the impact of their soles on him; it was a sensation that he was familiar with, one that he wanted to live again and again, until it would saturate his mind with an imagery that wouldn't leave until he would desire it depart. Not that he wanted for such a thing to happen, though; why would he desire to rid himself of an element that made him happy?
As the first person stepped on him, the sole of its foot pressing him against the ground, he could feel in union with the ground and the flesh of the foot. It was a sensation that he wasn't able to describe, but he knew that it could make go higher, that it could make him dream.
Pressed against the flesh, while the foot was in the air, he could see that other people were approaching him; would he be freed from this prison of flesh or would he travel with it, until the end of the curse? His fate wasn't in his hand, but rather in the path of the feet; they were the ones that were going to decide if he would face a new one or if the same one would indulge him in the pleasure of being trapped in the delicious alcove he was in, for the time being. Only time would tell what would be the decision of those that were in control of destiny, but he knew that they knew more them him, so there was nothing to fear, for in the end, he would always end up under another foot, the destination he was supposed to be in the first place.
As the foot scrapped against a rock, removing him from the comfortable yet unstable position that he was trapped in a moment ago, he could see another one approaching, ready to move him toward another destination.
When he saw it slam him against the ground, the flesh surrounding him once more as it reached the earth, he knew that this was indeed the place he was supposed to be. To be under the sole of numerous feet, which were bigger them him...
To feel the flesh surrounding him, to feel the aroma once more fill his lungs as his he clanged to the sole, hoping that it would never end. This was the place where he belonged, where he was supposed to be.
If he desired so, he could even savor the flesh; to pass his tongue on the sensitive flesh, to let the flavors mingle on his tongue before it would invade his mind. To let it overwhelm his imagination, so even in his darkest hours, he would be able to conjure an image that would comfort him...
Grabbing the flesh, he held to what the sole could offer to him, as the foot continued to travel to a destination that was obscure to him. All that he knew was that there was a lot of rocks on the way, but with a little effort on his part, he could find a way to stay under it, until he would reach a destination that would please him... or until the foot would tire itself out, forcing him into moving out.
The foot stopped for a moment, as if the travel was now over; perhaps it was, for the sale that was now ongoing was maybe over, forcing the people to go back on their tracks. It would be a pity for him to lose such an opportunity, but there was still a lot he could accomplish in the few moments that he could seize before the day would end and force him to retreat back to his place, where he would then have to find a solution to his altered state of being.
As he was thinking, he felt the foot scrape itself against the hardened ground, trying to scrape him from it; perhaps he was mistaken for a piece of gum or of paper, an element that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place but was still stuck there due to misfortune.
Although he was now separated from the foot that made him travelled, the fact that he could still see several others surrounding him was enough for him to comfort him. After all, why would he need to panic when he could give himself to those that all around him? With a simple movement, he knew that they would take him over...
As he watched another foot approaching him, hovering near his head, he prepared himself for the next trip. He wasn't sure where it would bring him, but he knew that as long as he submitted to the whims and the desires of them, nothing wrong would happen to him, for he was their subject, the one that was there to obey their command and receive the pleasure their could provide.
The foot lingering over him, he lied on the ground and closed his eyes, wishing that it could hurry up. The suspense was killing him, after all; would he be the subject of the feet for the rest of his life, or would the spell be broken one day? It didn't matter much anyway, as he watched the foot land on him, smothering him against the ground...