The moogle wasn't much when it came to sports, but he was excited to watch anthros and creatures of all sorts compete in the Olympics. This year, he got a job to help the Olympians. He was working in the locker room and currently setting up the nameplates on the lockers for the athletes. He was in the men's locker room, as he wasn't quite comfortable going into the women's, even if it was completely work related.

The door to the locker room opened and a dog anthro with red fur on his back and white on his chest walked inside. He brought with him a massive gym bag. He tossed the bag down on the bench, and glanced at the moogle. "What are you doing here?"

The moogle pointed at his nametag. "My name is Erakir! I'm here to assist with the Olympics, and watch after it's all set up too." The white and blue furry moogle tilted his head. His blue pom-pom shifted with his head tilt. "Are you an athlete? You're here mighty early."

"Yes well, I like to get a head start on things." The dog replied. "I also am trying to find some...creatures to help me out a little bit. I'm part of a footrace for instance, so I was hoping I could get a...winning edge."

"Oh, you know the judges cast dispel on you before the events begin, right?" Erakir frowned up at the dog anthro. Erakir was an average size height for a moogle, but compared to most other anthros, that was still incredibly short. "Besides, I'm kind of a white mage. I do know some buffs, but nothing that can help you out physically, unless we're talking protection."

"A white mage? You really don't see a lot of those anymore." The dog sat on the bench and took off his shoes. He stretched out his paws to the air and sighed happily. "So your job is basically to assist others with their needs then?"

"I can't help you cheat at the Olympics, but if you wanted to say, use me to cure a disease? I can do that. I also know haste, but the judges will dispel that before the race begins."

The dog anthro shook his head. "Oh no. See, there's this chocobo I'm racing up against named Teioh."

Erakir's blue wings fluttered at the name. He didn't know much about sports, but anyone that knew anything about chocobo anthros knew who Teioh was. "Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe you'll win the race next year." Teioh usually won whatever race he was in. He wasn't in 'all' of the races, but the ones he was in made it made it difficult for anyone else to come out on top.

"No, see, I'm going to get your help." The dog anthro pulled out a ring and put it on one of his toes. "Do you know what item this is?"

"Huh?" Erakir leaned down so he could see the ring better. It felt strange to get so close to a dog paw. "Is it a ring of haste? Judges are going to check you for enhancements too you know, like you'll be forced to take off everything."

"Yes, but there is a catch to it." Without warning, the dog suddenly shoved the paw into the moogle's face.

"Kupo!" Erakir jumped back in shock and rubbed his face repeatedly. "What was that for?" He could smell the dog's scent on his small moogle nose. His blue tipped ears wiggled as he looked at the dog furiously. "What catch are you talking about?"

"If I were to, say, absorb someone into these paws? Then the ring would become a permanent enhancement. They can't dispel permanent enhancements, nor can they even check to see if they exist. I'd have permanent haste, and I'd win the race for sure. Heck, if that someone were to have an unlimited stamina item equipped, I'd have haste and stamina. Nothing could stop me from winning everything!"

Erakir thought the idea of absorbing someone was crazy. He knew there were some spells that could drain life forces, but never one for absorbing. "What? You'd..." He glanced to the left and right, and then at those paws again. He fell down on his rear, and he was at eye level with those big red and white paws with black beads. "I...think I have to go clean up another spot."

"Oh? But we're just getting started." The dog pressed both of his paws up against the moogle. With his undeniable size advantage, he pushed the moogles head to the floor and pressed his paws up against his face. He rubbed his paws happily. "Maybe you can clean up 'these' for your spots." 

Erakir grunted and groaned. He felt something pull away from him and into those two paws, but it wasn't a physical part of him. 'He's...he's using some weird absorbing spell!' He thought in a panic. He grabbed onto the dogs paws, but he hesitated. The dog's paws were so soft and warm. The salty smell suddenly didn't bother him as much. He could just see himself as them, holding all of the dog's weight, perhaps even toyed with.
'No!' The moogle had to fight it. He pulled himself up away from the paws, but he felt his erect shaft grind up against the paws as he freed himself.

The dog laughed as Erakir pulled himself free. "It's a little late now. You're permanently part of my feet, whether you like it or not." He wiggled his stubby paws. "Come on, give them a feel."

Erakir stared blankly at the dog's feet for a moment. "I...dammit Mark, I'm not becoming your feet!" Erakir paused. He shouldn't have known the dog's name, yet somehow he did. He felt his head fuzzy with thoughts and desires of being Mark's paws. He swore he used to be his paws, but he knew that wasn't true. He tried to cast esuna on himself, but he knew it wouldn't work.

"But you already know so much about me, and so much about them." Mark wiggled his toes. "How about this? If you can resist them with how much I've already absorbed you, I'll let you go. But if you fail, then you're my paws forever."

Erakir knew there was going to be a catch to that deal, but the more he looked at the fluffy paws of Mark's, the more right it felt. The moogle couldn't help himself. He reached out and felt those paws. The moment his furry paws touched Mark's foot paws, he felt as if he was touching himself, and it felt good. "How do...how do I resist?"

"You don't." Mark chuckled. "Take off those clothes, lie down, and accept that you're going to become nothing more than my paws."

Erakir blushed underneath his light fur. 'Clothes? Why am I even wearing clothes? The only clothes I should wear are socks and shoes. Those are the kinds of clothes paws wear.'
Erakir slowly realized what Mark was doing. He could feel more of his essence drain into those paws, but not his body. He imagined himself being both of those paws and having footjobs, running, toying and played with. Mark was a paw man, and Erakir loved it. 'He's changing me mentally. I have to fight paw. I have to lick it.' He wanted to pull away from those paws again, but he found himself drawn closer until his face voluntarily pressed up against the two paws.

Mark slowly lowered one foot onto Erakir's crotch. "You like this, don't you? You miss it. You want to go back to going right under my feet as the paws you were meant to be, isn't that right?"

Erakir slowly nodded. He felt as if his eyes swirled as he smelled the salty musky scent of those paws, his paws. "Ahan." He grabbed his purple jacket and let it drop down beneath him. He then took off his shoes and showed off his much smaller paws. His paws felt like nothing compared to Mark's, but unable to help himself, he pressed his paws up against Mark's own, and let out a "Snrk." Deep down, he knew he shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but it felt good.

"Well, I was going to start absorbing you from your back, but we can do it this way too." Mark used one more spell. Erakir's and Mark's feet suddenly fused together, and Erakir's body slowly pulled towards Mark's paws.

Erakir's mind was muddled with images of paws. His shaft throbbed eagerly. "Ah uh." He didn't even care that his pants and shorts ripped as his legs pulled into those paws. He could smell Mark's paws stronger than ever. The smell wasn't coming from Mark, but from Erakir taking on his scent. "Lovely...lovely paws."

"You love the feeling, don't you?" Mark grinned. Erakir's crotch split as it divided between the two paws. Any sense of arousal Erakir felt transferred to the two paws, and Mark wasted little time in putting his weight on them. He didn't put his full body weight onto his paws, but just enough that Erakir could feel it.

Erakir let out a sharp moan when he felt the pressure. It felt so right for Mark to use him as the paws he was becoming. He felt the pressure and the changing of his fur. His body split in two, but not painfully, so he could be part of each foot. He couldn't feel any erection anymore as his cock was long gone, long absorbed into the foot, but each foot felt as pleasurable as his sex once did.

Mark grinned down at him. "So tell me then." Mark stood up just as half of Erakir's body absorbed into his feet. Erakir's head stuck out while his torso took all of Mark's weight, but the once moogle was designed to take it. He was becoming those very same feet after all. "What are you?"

"I'm...I'm a moogle." Erakir replied, although he questioned his own statement as he said that. He wasn't even sure how he was talking. His head was still together, as Mark kept his paws close, but he could feel his essence drain into those feet. He felt memories of being Mark's feet. He wasn't a white mage. Spells weren't a thing he did. He supported Mark in everything he did, literally.

"Are you really a moogle? You sound unsure. Tell me again. What are you?" Mark pressed down harder on the cold tiled floor beneath him.

'What's a moogle?' Erakir thought to himself briefly. His pom-pom dangled in front of him, but just out of his view. "I'm a...I'm your feet?" Erakir smiled dumbly. He'd look up at Mark as he said that, but he was incapable of even moving his body.

Erakir's head slowly pulled into Mark's toes. "Tell me again. With confidence this time." Mark began to walk. He split Erakir's face into each foot and stepped down onto the tiles beneath him. He took his time with each step.

"I'm...I'm your feet!" Erakir said again with more confidence before he felt the cold floor beneath him. He was used to this though. He was Mark's feet for as long as he could remember. He watched as his pom-pom retracted into the feet with him, leaving nothing of the moogle.

"That's right. You're nothing but this puppy's feet." Mark wiggled his toes, letting Erakir feel the sensations. The ring on Mark's toe was gone, he absorbed it and became much faster. Erakir would no doubt help his speed too, if only slightly. "Now, let's go win that race. I'd keep talking to you, but it's pretty weird. I mean, who talks to their own feet?" Mark began to unpack, and then put his racing shoes over Erakir.

Erakir's face was that of pure bliss as it faded away into the paws, leaving Mark with slightly whiter paws with traces of blue on his feet. 'I'm good feet...I'm good feet.' Erakir thought to himself. Every step Mark took, Erakir felt the full force of it, and it felt so good to be used as the feet he now was. He couldn't do anything to help Mark, after all he was only paws now, but he knew Mark would do very well, and he'd do his very best to support him as the paws he now was.
