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Amy Rose is usually on top of the situation and in control, but when an accident leaves her tiny size, a wolf's paw becomes her whole world
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Whisper and Rose
By Sokz
“Sonic, come in Sonic,” Amy said as she tapped the communicator on her ear. “There are more of Eggman’s forces attacking East City, so can you dash over there and help? Thanks.” Another blip lit up on the Freedom Fighter’s base screen, indicating another call for help from a citizen. Amy sighed, but refused to let the stress of the situation affect her any further. She pressed a button on her headset as she leaned over one of the desks in the dimly lit room. “Knuckles? Yep, there’s another one. I’m sending you the coordinates now.”
As she typed the data into the tablet Tails made for quick communication, another blip popped up on the main screen. Eggman’s forces were always numerous, but this was a lot even for him. Amy had been working for hours straight, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she had a day off. There was always something to do, from the logistics of sending her Freedom Fighters out to stop Eggman’s forces, to all the day to day paperwork needed to keep an operation running. She didn’t mind the grind, if anything, she loved being useful and helping her friends, but she still looked forward to the day she could relax and let the tension out of her shoulders.
“Whisper?” she said, changing communication channels again. “Okay, if you’re finished with that batch, meet me back at HQ as soon as you can.” She nodded at the affirmation from the other side. At least they were handling the waves well.
She pushed herself off the desk and walked towards the other side of the room, where a map of their planned battle tactics was pinned against the wall. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself a moment to imagine a hot spring up in the mountain where she could relax, sink into the warm liquid, and let herself go. One day… one day.
Bump, Amy flinched as her hip tapped against the side of the desk, jostling one of Tails’ machines on top of it. The machine buzzed and sparked as it tipped over the side, threatening to fall on the ground. “No!” She lunged forward and grabbed it at the last second.
Her finger pressed something on the back. She gasped as light erupted from the device, dazzled her, and threw her backward. Amy tumbled through the air until she slammed onto the ground, coughing and sputtering as dust puffed around her body.
“What was that…” she said as she blinked in an attempt to clear the smog from her eyes. Her head spun, and her limbs felt light. When she breathed, she smelled the distinct scent of the ground, its hard surface relatively clean, but marred by the trampled-in dirt from hundreds of shoes and boots.
Her vision cleared slowly, but she didn’t recognize the features of the room around her. Everything looked… big. Too big. She stared upward at an immense cliff topped with a flat surface of stone almost a thousand feet overhead. The ceiling looked as though it disappeared into the sky, the harsh lights millions of miles away, burning as though each one was a miniature sun. That wasn’t right… None of this felt right.
She stood up, expecting the room to shift into a perspective she was more familiar with. Instead, it remained the same, almost completely unchanged. The desk still loomed hundreds of feet above her head, the walls were impossibly far away, and the tiny pebbles kicked in from the Freedom Fighter’s thoughtless footsteps were still the size of her head.
“Oh no,” she said as she looked around, her heart racing as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. “No, no, no…” There was only one explanation. Tails’ device had shrunk her to less than an inch tall. “Tails, dang it! I don’t have time for this!” She reached for the communicator in her ear and pressed it, but received only static. “Hello? Come in. Tails, are you there?” No answer.
She kept flipping through the channels, trying to find one that worked. Only static. She continued searching for a signal until the ground trembled under her feet. It was soft at first, barely more than a faint rumble, but it increased in strength until the tiny pebbles near her body were tossed by the motion. Amy froze, unable to think through the situation. Something big was coming.
Amy couldn’t move, her tiny body completely exposed in the middle of the floor as she stared at the far end of the room, waiting for whatever was about to appear. The reverberations paused as the massive metal door swung open, a puff of haze momentarily concealing the figure beyond. The first thing Amy saw was the titan's boots as they swung through the mist and slammed into the ground.
Whisper. The wolf was barely recognizable from Amy’s new position on the floor. She looked like a god, a figure larger than any robot Eggman had built and far more threatening. Before Amy could wrap her mind around the immense size difference between them, Whisper walked forward, her boots slamming into the ground in a show of raw force.
“Amy?” the giant said, her soft voice deafening. “Are you here?”
Amy screamed as the titan lifted her boot above the small hedgehog. There was no time to do anything more than throw her arms over her head and brace for impact. Whisper’s boot crashed into the ground only a few inches away from Amy’s tiny body, the impact and gust of wind throwing the tiny hedgehog through the air until she landed on the ground and tumbled with the motion. It was just a single stomp, an action Whisper didn’t even think about, but it had more force behind it than anything Amy had ever experienced.
“Hm…” Whisper hummed as she looked around the room, clearly confused.
Amy pushed herself onto her hands and knees as she looked up at the titan. “Whisper!” she shouted. “Whsiper, I’m down here!” But the wolf couldn’t hear her.
Whisper sighed, then pulled out a chair from the nearby desk. She lowered herself into it, placed her wispon on the table, then leaned down. Her fingers moved to her boots. Amy watched as the giant wolf pulled them off one by one, a puff of steam and fog billowing from each boot as her heavy paws came free.
“Ah,” Whisper muttered as she let her paws rest on the ground, her toes wiggling and spreading slightly as she flexed her muscles. “It’s been a long day…”
A wave of warm air flowed over the tiny hedgehog standing in front of Whisper’s paws. It carried the scent of her feet, a hot mixture of her natural smells, a faint hint of dirt, and the sweat caked against her paws and crushed into the sole of her boot. It was overwhelming and intense in a way that Amy had never experienced, and a shiver rolled through her body as goosebumps spread on her arms. It wasn’t a bad smell.
Amy shook her head, recovering from the momentary daze. This situation was far more intense than she realized, but she didn’t have time to sit back and let it happen. There was a war going on, and she was the only person who could lead their side to victory. That meant returning to normal as soon as possible!
Despite this, she found herself staring at Whisper’s paws as the giant girl leaned back against the seat. Amy never noticed Whisper’s feet before. They were large, with each of the four toes pressed against each other with the tufts of fur sticking out in soft patches. Her paw pads were thick, firm, and dark, just barely visible as she lifted them off the ground before lowering them again.
“W… Whisper…” Amy said in a low voice before clearing her throat and shouting again. “Whisper! Whisper, I’m down here!” Again, the giant couldn’t hear her.
Amy wasn’t sure what to do. She needed help, but if Whisper couldn’t hear her calling out, then how would she ever return to normal? Her eyes were drawn to the giant wolf’s paws again as Whisper flexed her toes, the soft beans lifting off the ground for another moment before pressing back into place. It sent another shiver through Amy’s body.
If Whisper couldn’t hear her, then maybe she could feel her instead. Amy didn’t love the idea of walking so close to someone so huge, but it was Whisper. She trusted the wolf. Slowly, Amy pushed herself off the ground and walked closer.
Whisper’s huge body towered over her more as she moved within the wolf’s shadow. The scent of her paws was intense, and it saturated the air with the damp aura of her sweat. Amy couldn’t escape it, and every time she breathed in, she was reminded of how absolutely tiny she was compared to even one of the giant girl’s digits.
At least Whisper didn’t move too much. The giant picked up her whispon and polished it as she waited, leaving her feet immobile on the ground. She rested them slightly on her heels, allowing the toes and paw pad to lift a small bit off the ground.
Amy focused on the shadowy area below her paw, where tiny droplets of sweat dripped from her sole and collected in a steamy paw print. The heat of it was intense, and the closer she came, the more the raw power of them enraptured her. Amy couldn’t explain the quick beats of her heart, or the rush that came over her every time Whisper flexed her toes. Something about this situation was so enthralling.
She closed her eyes and forced those thoughts out of her head. Now wasn’t the time to lose herself, she needed to stay focused if she wanted to return to normal. Amy gathered her courage, centered herself, then threw her body against the underside of Whisper’s paw.
The sensation was as intense as it was stimulating. Amy pressed her chest and face against the thick paw pad, the skin giving just slightly as she squashed into it. Little bits of dirt rubbed off on her cheek as she tried moving up and down, doing whatever she could to draw the giant’s attention. A bead of sweat rolled across the textured sole, hovered just a few inches over Amy’s face, then dripped onto her forehead and rolled past her eyes.
Whisper didn’t move, or give any indication that she felt the tiny girl under her paw. Amy groaned as she fell to her knees, the heat overwhelming for her tiny little body. She crawled further under the paw until she could press her whole body against it. Sweat continued to drip around her while steam wafted from the damp paw print below.
Amy’s mind was completely lost as she kept rubbing against the paw pad, squashing herself against it with all the strength left in her body. Her dress soaked in the beads of sweat that dripped from the sole as more dirt collected on her hands and face. There was no denying how embarrassing and humiliating the moment was, but she had to push past it and keep rubbing. If Whisper couldn’t even feel her as she pressed her body against her sole, then what hope did she have?
Seconds turned to minutes, but Amy didn’t give up. She continued rubbing against her paw, forcing her cheek against the warm skin, dragging her hands over the textured pattern of her pad, and doing everything she possibly could. Heat and steam wafted around her, making the situation almost unbearable, but she continued.
The paw moved above her. It happened suddenly, without any warning. Whisper shifted forward and let her foot rest on the ground, trapping Amy’s tiny little body below her sole as she let her weight rest on top of her.
Amy gave a muffled yell as the light vanished, but it was lost amongst the tons of wolf paw resting on top of her. The pressure wasn’t enough to squish her, but it held her down and forced her face against the dirty underside of the paw. Amy tried to scream. She tried to wiggle, to punch, kick, and squirm, but she could barely even move. Her mouth opened to call out, but instead, she found herself kissing the warm skin pressing against her face.
It was as though the god-like paw demanded it. She closed her eyes and gave in, surrendering to the massive force that crushed against her. It felt so soft against her lips. Bits of sweat dripped around her mouth, and some even landed on her tongue, but she didn’t flinch from the sudden taste. No, it felt right. She forced her tongue against the underside of Whisper’s paw and licked.
Just as suddenly as it pressed down, the paw lifted and light returned to Amy’s world. “Huh?” the voice echoed around her. Amy blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light as she lay motionless on the ground, her lips still damp with sweat and spit.
Whisper’s face was above her, framed by the light cast from the ceiling. She looked heavenly, beautiful, powerful, and concerned. “Amy?”
“I…” Amy blinked as she realized what was happening. “Whisper!” she shouted as she sat up. “Whisper, I’m down here!”
“I can see…” Whisper said. “I don’t know what happened, though. Why are you so small? And why were you below my paw? Did I…”
“No, no you didn’t step on me or anything,” Amy quickly answered. “I was trying to get your attention. You didn’t hear me, so I… I had to rub against your foot.”
“Oh.” Whisper blushed. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s fine. A little hot and damp but…” She rubbed the back of her head. “I don’t mind.”
“But why are you so tiny?”
“I think I bumped into one of Tails' inventions.” She motioned to the device resting on the ground nearby. “It shrank me.”
“Oh, I see.” Whisper nodded. “Then I should call Tails and have him return at once so he can grow you back to normal.” She went to stand, but Amy called up to her.
“Wait! No, you don’t have to do that.” Whisper paused. “Him and Sonic are busy with Eggman’s forces. They’re needed on the battlefield, and I got myself into this, so I don’t mind waiting until they’re done.”
“If you say so,” Whispered answered. She leaned forward in her chair, looking down at Amy with a soft expression. “At least let me help you off the ground.”
“I…” Amy paused. She knew that she should say yes and that there was no reason to stay on the floor. Yet, when she breathed in and smelled the aroma of Whisper’s paws, she still felt goosebumps prickling her skin. “Actually, what if I help you out with something?” Whisper’s expression turned curious. “You’ve been out in the field a lot lately. Your feet must be really tired.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Whisper answered.
“Then let me rub them. I know it’s a bit silly, but I can get into a lot of hard-to-reach areas now.” She smiled as her cheeks turned rosy.
“Are you sure?” Whisper asked. “I imagine my feet would be pretty intense. They were in my boots all day, and I had to run around a lot.”
“It’s fine. I can take a shower after.”
Whisper thought through the idea, then nodded. “Okay. Let me just wipe off some of the sweat.”
“No! I mean, uh, you don’t have to.” Amy’s blush grew more intense. “Really, I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” Amy nodded. “Okay. Thank you, Amy.” She shifted her position so that her foot lay on its side, the toes and pads exposed to the air, waiting for Amy’s act of devotion.
Amy didn’t hesitate. She threw herself against Whisper’s paw and felt the warmth of the wolf’s sole rush into her. Bits of sweat and dirt rubbed off on her skin, but she didn’t mind. If anything, she enjoyed the sensation. There was something so freeing and liberating about giving herself to the situation and letting herself go.
Amy moved further up Whisper’s paw, kissing, licking, and rubbing it as she went. She didn’t hold back for fear or modesty. Instead, she pressed herself against the paw and did everything she possibly could to show her love. It felt right. For her entire life, she had been the one in charge of things, constantly scrambling to make sure all the moving pieces fell into place. Now, for one small moment, she could let herself go and sink into one simple, mindless job.
She didn’t have to delegate tasks or plan missions. She didn’t have to give commands, issue orders, and direct forces. All she had to do was kiss Whisper’s paw.
“Miss Rose, this feels lovely. You were right.”
Amy’s blush intensified as she pressed her face against one of Whisper’s toe beans. This is what she wanted. This is where she was meant to be. Amy continued worshipping Whisper’s foot and rubbing against it as much as she could, even as the sweat dripped around her body and the scent rolled over her in heavy, steamy waves. She pressed herself between Whisper’s toes and rubbed the sensitive spaces between, and made sure to kiss and lick as much as she could.
They both lost track of time. Whisper leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the sensation of being worshipped, while Amy did everything she could to make her giant wolf feel loved and appreciated.
“I hope my paws aren’t too much, Miss Rose…”
“No,” Amy whispered between kisses. “They’re perfect.”
Amy didn’t hold back. She forced her tongue against the damp space between Whisper’s toes and felt droplets of sweat roll into her mouth. The taste was intense, but she embraced it as warmly as she embraced the rest of Whisper’s foot. This was better than a hot spring in the mountains, or a vacation on a calm, secluded beach. For that moment, she didn’t want to be anywhere other than between her friend’s toes.
The large screen in the mission headquarters buzzed, and a voice came through the communicator. “Amy?” the voice said. “Amy, are you there?” Amy recognized it as Tails.
Whisper answered, “Miss Rose is indisposed at the moment, but I’m here.”
“Oh, hey, Whisper. Sonic and I cleared up the badnicks over here. Should we return to HQ?”
Whisper glanced down at her feet, making eye contact with the tiny pink hedgehog wedged between her toes. They shared a look and a knowing smile. “No,” Whisper said. “Stay in the area and keep looking for badnicks. We, I mean I, have it handled here.”
“Alright, if you say so.” The connection cut off, leaving the two girls alone.
“We can have him turn you back to normal soon,” Whisper said, “But… I really like you at this size.”
“I like being this size, too,” Amy admitted. “And I love your paws.”
Whisper smiled. “You’re enjoying yourself, Miss Rose?"
Amy leaned down and licked the giant wolf’s toe. “Absolutely, Whisper.”
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Whisper and Rose
By Sokz
“Sonic, come in Sonic,” Amy said as she tapped the communicator on her ear. “There are more of Eggman’s forces attacking East City, so can you dash over there and help? Thanks.” Another blip lit up on the Freedom Fighter’s base screen, indicating another call for help from a citizen. Amy sighed, but refused to let the stress of the situation affect her any further. She pressed a button on her headset as she leaned over one of the desks in the dimly lit room. “Knuckles? Yep, there’s another one. I’m sending you the coordinates now.”
As she typed the data into the tablet Tails made for quick communication, another blip popped up on the main screen. Eggman’s forces were always numerous, but this was a lot even for him. Amy had been working for hours straight, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she had a day off. There was always something to do, from the logistics of sending her Freedom Fighters out to stop Eggman’s forces, to all the day to day paperwork needed to keep an operation running. She didn’t mind the grind, if anything, she loved being useful and helping her friends, but she still looked forward to the day she could relax and let the tension out of her shoulders.
“Whisper?” she said, changing communication channels again. “Okay, if you’re finished with that batch, meet me back at HQ as soon as you can.” She nodded at the affirmation from the other side. At least they were handling the waves well.
She pushed herself off the desk and walked towards the other side of the room, where a map of their planned battle tactics was pinned against the wall. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself a moment to imagine a hot spring up in the mountain where she could relax, sink into the warm liquid, and let herself go. One day… one day.
Bump, Amy flinched as her hip tapped against the side of the desk, jostling one of Tails’ machines on top of it. The machine buzzed and sparked as it tipped over the side, threatening to fall on the ground. “No!” She lunged forward and grabbed it at the last second.
Her finger pressed something on the back. She gasped as light erupted from the device, dazzled her, and threw her backward. Amy tumbled through the air until she slammed onto the ground, coughing and sputtering as dust puffed around her body.
“What was that…” she said as she blinked in an attempt to clear the smog from her eyes. Her head spun, and her limbs felt light. When she breathed, she smelled the distinct scent of the ground, its hard surface relatively clean, but marred by the trampled-in dirt from hundreds of shoes and boots.
Her vision cleared slowly, but she didn’t recognize the features of the room around her. Everything looked… big. Too big. She stared upward at an immense cliff topped with a flat surface of stone almost a thousand feet overhead. The ceiling looked as though it disappeared into the sky, the harsh lights millions of miles away, burning as though each one was a miniature sun. That wasn’t right… None of this felt right.
She stood up, expecting the room to shift into a perspective she was more familiar with. Instead, it remained the same, almost completely unchanged. The desk still loomed hundreds of feet above her head, the walls were impossibly far away, and the tiny pebbles kicked in from the Freedom Fighter’s thoughtless footsteps were still the size of her head.
“Oh no,” she said as she looked around, her heart racing as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. “No, no, no…” There was only one explanation. Tails’ device had shrunk her to less than an inch tall. “Tails, dang it! I don’t have time for this!” She reached for the communicator in her ear and pressed it, but received only static. “Hello? Come in. Tails, are you there?” No answer.
She kept flipping through the channels, trying to find one that worked. Only static. She continued searching for a signal until the ground trembled under her feet. It was soft at first, barely more than a faint rumble, but it increased in strength until the tiny pebbles near her body were tossed by the motion. Amy froze, unable to think through the situation. Something big was coming.
Amy couldn’t move, her tiny body completely exposed in the middle of the floor as she stared at the far end of the room, waiting for whatever was about to appear. The reverberations paused as the massive metal door swung open, a puff of haze momentarily concealing the figure beyond. The first thing Amy saw was the titan's boots as they swung through the mist and slammed into the ground.
Whisper. The wolf was barely recognizable from Amy’s new position on the floor. She looked like a god, a figure larger than any robot Eggman had built and far more threatening. Before Amy could wrap her mind around the immense size difference between them, Whisper walked forward, her boots slamming into the ground in a show of raw force.
“Amy?” the giant said, her soft voice deafening. “Are you here?”
Amy screamed as the titan lifted her boot above the small hedgehog. There was no time to do anything more than throw her arms over her head and brace for impact. Whisper’s boot crashed into the ground only a few inches away from Amy’s tiny body, the impact and gust of wind throwing the tiny hedgehog through the air until she landed on the ground and tumbled with the motion. It was just a single stomp, an action Whisper didn’t even think about, but it had more force behind it than anything Amy had ever experienced.
“Hm…” Whisper hummed as she looked around the room, clearly confused.
Amy pushed herself onto her hands and knees as she looked up at the titan. “Whisper!” she shouted. “Whsiper, I’m down here!” But the wolf couldn’t hear her.
Whisper sighed, then pulled out a chair from the nearby desk. She lowered herself into it, placed her wispon on the table, then leaned down. Her fingers moved to her boots. Amy watched as the giant wolf pulled them off one by one, a puff of steam and fog billowing from each boot as her heavy paws came free.
“Ah,” Whisper muttered as she let her paws rest on the ground, her toes wiggling and spreading slightly as she flexed her muscles. “It’s been a long day…”
A wave of warm air flowed over the tiny hedgehog standing in front of Whisper’s paws. It carried the scent of her feet, a hot mixture of her natural smells, a faint hint of dirt, and the sweat caked against her paws and crushed into the sole of her boot. It was overwhelming and intense in a way that Amy had never experienced, and a shiver rolled through her body as goosebumps spread on her arms. It wasn’t a bad smell.
Amy shook her head, recovering from the momentary daze. This situation was far more intense than she realized, but she didn’t have time to sit back and let it happen. There was a war going on, and she was the only person who could lead their side to victory. That meant returning to normal as soon as possible!
Despite this, she found herself staring at Whisper’s paws as the giant girl leaned back against the seat. Amy never noticed Whisper’s feet before. They were large, with each of the four toes pressed against each other with the tufts of fur sticking out in soft patches. Her paw pads were thick, firm, and dark, just barely visible as she lifted them off the ground before lowering them again.
“W… Whisper…” Amy said in a low voice before clearing her throat and shouting again. “Whisper! Whisper, I’m down here!” Again, the giant couldn’t hear her.
Amy wasn’t sure what to do. She needed help, but if Whisper couldn’t hear her calling out, then how would she ever return to normal? Her eyes were drawn to the giant wolf’s paws again as Whisper flexed her toes, the soft beans lifting off the ground for another moment before pressing back into place. It sent another shiver through Amy’s body.
If Whisper couldn’t hear her, then maybe she could feel her instead. Amy didn’t love the idea of walking so close to someone so huge, but it was Whisper. She trusted the wolf. Slowly, Amy pushed herself off the ground and walked closer.
Whisper’s huge body towered over her more as she moved within the wolf’s shadow. The scent of her paws was intense, and it saturated the air with the damp aura of her sweat. Amy couldn’t escape it, and every time she breathed in, she was reminded of how absolutely tiny she was compared to even one of the giant girl’s digits.
At least Whisper didn’t move too much. The giant picked up her whispon and polished it as she waited, leaving her feet immobile on the ground. She rested them slightly on her heels, allowing the toes and paw pad to lift a small bit off the ground.
Amy focused on the shadowy area below her paw, where tiny droplets of sweat dripped from her sole and collected in a steamy paw print. The heat of it was intense, and the closer she came, the more the raw power of them enraptured her. Amy couldn’t explain the quick beats of her heart, or the rush that came over her every time Whisper flexed her toes. Something about this situation was so enthralling.
She closed her eyes and forced those thoughts out of her head. Now wasn’t the time to lose herself, she needed to stay focused if she wanted to return to normal. Amy gathered her courage, centered herself, then threw her body against the underside of Whisper’s paw.
The sensation was as intense as it was stimulating. Amy pressed her chest and face against the thick paw pad, the skin giving just slightly as she squashed into it. Little bits of dirt rubbed off on her cheek as she tried moving up and down, doing whatever she could to draw the giant’s attention. A bead of sweat rolled across the textured sole, hovered just a few inches over Amy’s face, then dripped onto her forehead and rolled past her eyes.
Whisper didn’t move, or give any indication that she felt the tiny girl under her paw. Amy groaned as she fell to her knees, the heat overwhelming for her tiny little body. She crawled further under the paw until she could press her whole body against it. Sweat continued to drip around her while steam wafted from the damp paw print below.
Amy’s mind was completely lost as she kept rubbing against the paw pad, squashing herself against it with all the strength left in her body. Her dress soaked in the beads of sweat that dripped from the sole as more dirt collected on her hands and face. There was no denying how embarrassing and humiliating the moment was, but she had to push past it and keep rubbing. If Whisper couldn’t even feel her as she pressed her body against her sole, then what hope did she have?
Seconds turned to minutes, but Amy didn’t give up. She continued rubbing against her paw, forcing her cheek against the warm skin, dragging her hands over the textured pattern of her pad, and doing everything she possibly could. Heat and steam wafted around her, making the situation almost unbearable, but she continued.
The paw moved above her. It happened suddenly, without any warning. Whisper shifted forward and let her foot rest on the ground, trapping Amy’s tiny little body below her sole as she let her weight rest on top of her.
Amy gave a muffled yell as the light vanished, but it was lost amongst the tons of wolf paw resting on top of her. The pressure wasn’t enough to squish her, but it held her down and forced her face against the dirty underside of the paw. Amy tried to scream. She tried to wiggle, to punch, kick, and squirm, but she could barely even move. Her mouth opened to call out, but instead, she found herself kissing the warm skin pressing against her face.
It was as though the god-like paw demanded it. She closed her eyes and gave in, surrendering to the massive force that crushed against her. It felt so soft against her lips. Bits of sweat dripped around her mouth, and some even landed on her tongue, but she didn’t flinch from the sudden taste. No, it felt right. She forced her tongue against the underside of Whisper’s paw and licked.
Just as suddenly as it pressed down, the paw lifted and light returned to Amy’s world. “Huh?” the voice echoed around her. Amy blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light as she lay motionless on the ground, her lips still damp with sweat and spit.
Whisper’s face was above her, framed by the light cast from the ceiling. She looked heavenly, beautiful, powerful, and concerned. “Amy?”
“I…” Amy blinked as she realized what was happening. “Whisper!” she shouted as she sat up. “Whisper, I’m down here!”
“I can see…” Whisper said. “I don’t know what happened, though. Why are you so small? And why were you below my paw? Did I…”
“No, no you didn’t step on me or anything,” Amy quickly answered. “I was trying to get your attention. You didn’t hear me, so I… I had to rub against your foot.”
“Oh.” Whisper blushed. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s fine. A little hot and damp but…” She rubbed the back of her head. “I don’t mind.”
“But why are you so tiny?”
“I think I bumped into one of Tails' inventions.” She motioned to the device resting on the ground nearby. “It shrank me.”
“Oh, I see.” Whisper nodded. “Then I should call Tails and have him return at once so he can grow you back to normal.” She went to stand, but Amy called up to her.
“Wait! No, you don’t have to do that.” Whisper paused. “Him and Sonic are busy with Eggman’s forces. They’re needed on the battlefield, and I got myself into this, so I don’t mind waiting until they’re done.”
“If you say so,” Whispered answered. She leaned forward in her chair, looking down at Amy with a soft expression. “At least let me help you off the ground.”
“I…” Amy paused. She knew that she should say yes and that there was no reason to stay on the floor. Yet, when she breathed in and smelled the aroma of Whisper’s paws, she still felt goosebumps prickling her skin. “Actually, what if I help you out with something?” Whisper’s expression turned curious. “You’ve been out in the field a lot lately. Your feet must be really tired.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Whisper answered.
“Then let me rub them. I know it’s a bit silly, but I can get into a lot of hard-to-reach areas now.” She smiled as her cheeks turned rosy.
“Are you sure?” Whisper asked. “I imagine my feet would be pretty intense. They were in my boots all day, and I had to run around a lot.”
“It’s fine. I can take a shower after.”
Whisper thought through the idea, then nodded. “Okay. Let me just wipe off some of the sweat.”
“No! I mean, uh, you don’t have to.” Amy’s blush grew more intense. “Really, I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?” Amy nodded. “Okay. Thank you, Amy.” She shifted her position so that her foot lay on its side, the toes and pads exposed to the air, waiting for Amy’s act of devotion.
Amy didn’t hesitate. She threw herself against Whisper’s paw and felt the warmth of the wolf’s sole rush into her. Bits of sweat and dirt rubbed off on her skin, but she didn’t mind. If anything, she enjoyed the sensation. There was something so freeing and liberating about giving herself to the situation and letting herself go.
Amy moved further up Whisper’s paw, kissing, licking, and rubbing it as she went. She didn’t hold back for fear or modesty. Instead, she pressed herself against the paw and did everything she possibly could to show her love. It felt right. For her entire life, she had been the one in charge of things, constantly scrambling to make sure all the moving pieces fell into place. Now, for one small moment, she could let herself go and sink into one simple, mindless job.
She didn’t have to delegate tasks or plan missions. She didn’t have to give commands, issue orders, and direct forces. All she had to do was kiss Whisper’s paw.
“Miss Rose, this feels lovely. You were right.”
Amy’s blush intensified as she pressed her face against one of Whisper’s toe beans. This is what she wanted. This is where she was meant to be. Amy continued worshipping Whisper’s foot and rubbing against it as much as she could, even as the sweat dripped around her body and the scent rolled over her in heavy, steamy waves. She pressed herself between Whisper’s toes and rubbed the sensitive spaces between, and made sure to kiss and lick as much as she could.
They both lost track of time. Whisper leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the sensation of being worshipped, while Amy did everything she could to make her giant wolf feel loved and appreciated.
“I hope my paws aren’t too much, Miss Rose…”
“No,” Amy whispered between kisses. “They’re perfect.”
Amy didn’t hold back. She forced her tongue against the damp space between Whisper’s toes and felt droplets of sweat roll into her mouth. The taste was intense, but she embraced it as warmly as she embraced the rest of Whisper’s foot. This was better than a hot spring in the mountains, or a vacation on a calm, secluded beach. For that moment, she didn’t want to be anywhere other than between her friend’s toes.
The large screen in the mission headquarters buzzed, and a voice came through the communicator. “Amy?” the voice said. “Amy, are you there?” Amy recognized it as Tails.
Whisper answered, “Miss Rose is indisposed at the moment, but I’m here.”
“Oh, hey, Whisper. Sonic and I cleared up the badnicks over here. Should we return to HQ?”
Whisper glanced down at her feet, making eye contact with the tiny pink hedgehog wedged between her toes. They shared a look and a knowing smile. “No,” Whisper said. “Stay in the area and keep looking for badnicks. We, I mean I, have it handled here.”
“Alright, if you say so.” The connection cut off, leaving the two girls alone.
“We can have him turn you back to normal soon,” Whisper said, “But… I really like you at this size.”
“I like being this size, too,” Amy admitted. “And I love your paws.”
Whisper smiled. “You’re enjoying yourself, Miss Rose?"
Amy leaned down and licked the giant wolf’s toe. “Absolutely, Whisper.”
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