This is legally admissible in court

April 3rd, 2005
Proof that Diablo had slippers.  Recorded by a weesaur on Faibanx MUCK.

Diablo chuckles. "Three guesses where it will take place…"

Diablo says, "And the first two don't count."

Dino squeaks, "Well, let's see.  Let's say I'm sneaking into your bedroom to take a peek at your diary to get some information, but it has a magical lock and it shrinks me down to a tiny speck."

Diablo nods. "When I come home, naturally you'd find some place to hide…?"

Diablo suspects this diary contains the secret plans for world domination by T-Rexes

Dino squeaks, "Well, I have to decide…I mean, should I try and get rescued, or stay a speck forever?"

Dino squeaks, "We'll start when I wake up after getting shrunk.  Sound good?"

Diablo says, "Sounds very good. What should my attitude toward you be?"

Diablo says, "DO I know you're there?"

Dino squeaks, "No, I think I should just be treated like any other itch between your toes.  :)  If you do manage to discover me, I'd just be a tiny bug to you."

Dino squeaks, "I'll be happy to start off, if you like."

Diablo says, "Alright then, let's go for it"

Dinosorceror starts to wake up, a dry taste in his mouth.  The last thing he remembers is touching Diablo's diary, in hopes of finding out what mischief he and the other rexes are up to.  He pushes himself up on his forearms, and sees he's on some kind of rough, bristly surface, lit faintly by dim light.  Did it teleport him somewhere?  He gets to his feet on the strange surface, and sees a plain of similar bristly tufts for quite a distance.  Peering up, it finally hits him.  He sees the underside of the desk chair, the desk, the bed nearby…the bristles he's on…it's a strand of carpet fiber!  He's been shrunk by some magic in the diary to such a tiny, tiny size!  It appears to be early evening by the dim light.  Turning around, he nearly gasps…he sees the side of an absolutely gigantic slipper behind him!  His new size truly sets in.

Diablo rumbles contentedly to himself as he stomps through the living room and negotiates the stairs, his huge booming footfalls reverberating through the house. Having just caught and finished up two particularly tasty wild horses from the forest that surrounds his home, he is feeling satisfied and pleased with the world in general, and feels like there is nothing he would like better than to settle down and sleep in a ball of glorious reptilian lethargy. He reaches the top of the stairs and approaches the door of his sleeping quarters, pausing only to shuffle into a position where he can manipulate the door handle, and wondering why he couldn't have a better balance in limb sizes.

Dinosorceror is so busy gazing at the enormity of the slipper of a fifteen foot tall T. rex that he only notices the footfalls as they reach the stairs.  Thundering booms like distant explosions…it can only mean one thing…Diablo's home.  Out in the open, he could be squashed in an instant without being noticed in the slightest, so he starts to hop from carpet fiber to carpet fiber towards the megaslipper, fortunately not far from him.  He reaches the side of it near where Diablo's arch would press, and starts climbing.  Better to be a voyager on the foot than a stain under it, he reasons.  Light floods the room from the hallway as Dino reaches the surface of the incredibly vast insole…well-worn and musky from being assaulted by such huge, powerful scaly soles every evening.

Diablo's door swings open and his massively distant red scaled muzzle pokes into the room, followed by the rest of his vast, majestic looking body. He pads heavily inside and pushes the door shut neatly with his tail, then stands there, taking a moment to inhale the familiar scent of his room and to enjoy the feel of the thick carpet mooshing down under his great foot pads. There was something about the feel of a soft, conforming surface underfoot that was very enticing to the big Rex, and as he looks around the room, he makes a careful note of everything. The desk, the chair, the bed, the… He pauses and pads slowly over to the diary, sensing something out of place.

Dinosorceror is frozen in his position on the edge of the slipper's fuzzy insole, the fuzz on the edge uncompressed and towering over his head.  Diablo…he was bigger than big, bigger than the now speck of a saurian could have possibly imagined, like a planet come to life.  Each massive footfall shook the very universe.  Dino begins to wonder if something that titanic could ever notice a fleck of lint like he now was.  Diablo fills his vision as he approaches the desk, and then he watches the huge saurian's gaze freeze on the diary, now hanging off the edge of the desk.  Diablo's noticed!  He's going to know someone was at his diary.  Maybe there is a chance after all.  In foolishness, Dino starts to think the saurian god could rescue him, now that he knows someone was here.  As Diablo approaches his desk, Dino looks around, realizing he's not in the best of positions.  He starts to push through the slipper insole's forest of fuzz, heading for the huge cavernous toe section.  
At the very toe is the only place he stands a chance, so he starts to make his way there.  It's so very far…

Diablo's left foot steps down distant inches from Dino, hidden amongst the slipper fibres. The great, scaled paw is utterly expansive from the position of the stumbling weesaur. The huge red scales stretch and compress as the many tons of T-Rex shift a little, pressing his massive weight down into the carpet. From on high, Diablo frowns slightly and examines the diary, his broad, thick tail waving slowly out behind him as he tries to summon up the subconscious though which tickles at his mind. The desktop looks normal, the diary looks not to have moved. He opens his jaws slightly and tastes the air, then his expression changes and he looks around the room more carefully. On the floor, under the desk, inside a slipper, the monstrous hind leg of the big, red T-Rex fills Dino's vision. Powerful muscles tense and move as the huge foot lifts from beside the slipper and steps down again. Diablo slowly turns around, examining every inch of the room for signs of an intruder.

Dinosorceror is once again frozen by the sight of the titanic saurian's simple movements.  Diablo takes steps unconsciously in his movement, but each footfall, each flexing leg muscle, even a simple toe wriggle could spell the end for the tiny Dino.  Dino sees more detail than any sentient creature was meant to see as Diablo's scaly footsole sails overhead, above the slipper, threatening his existence with its mere presence.  Sole fills the sky as it moves, more sole…and more…and more, as if the foot never ended.  Dino's tiny eyes can see all manner of debris stuck to the sole, unnoticed to the giant, and why should he notice?  Infintessimal specks to Diablo.  Fortunately, as Dino's heart begins to beat again, the heel passes overhead and lands on the other side of the slipper with a THOOM! that deafens him.

Diablo growls in frustration, causing a deep bass to rumble right through the floor around the vast soles of his impressive feet. He surmises that whatever creature had dared enter his room, it wouldn't have waited around for his return. Diablo decides to relax a little, and looks around for his slippers. He spies one poking out from under his desk and extends his left leg to deftly grip the slipper under a toe pad and drag it back across the floor out from under the desk. Above the fibres of the slipper lining, the staggeringly vast sole of the big Rex looms closer, coated with fine carpet fibres, which stick between the creases and lines of the thick leathery pads that come slowly closer. The enormous sole with all the potential weight behind it, is held up effortlessly, and glides down until an overwhelmingly large toe touches down squarely on the heel of the slipper and presses firmly down with unbelievable power. The rumbling starts up again as the slipper is slowly dragged out from under the desk and light floods over it as the huge T-Rex looms menacingly from above.

Dinosorceror tumbles across the slipper a bit as his entire slipper-world is jerked forward torwards you, the crushing toepad still seemingly miles away.  He then grabs on to a strand of slipper lint and is jostled along with it as the slipper slides closer to you.  He sees the foot flex, your shin bending forward as it gets closer.

Diablo pauses for a moment's thought, his massive toes resting flat against the heel of the slipper, splayed wide and stretching to a massive distance to your left and right. Idly the big Rex looks down at the slipper, then lifts his foot a little to put it on properly. The titanic sole tilts towards you as the foot lifts, then the large, powerful toes flex and splay serenely, slowly creasing and stretching out the huge, thick sole and pressing and stretching the deep creases in the great, warm pads as Diablo's massive foot glides effortlessly over you, stretching his sole to a seemingly infinite distance around your body.

Dinosorceror is in absolute awe of the power just your one, massive foot exerts.  It's an absolutely spectacular sight, and yet to you it is a simple action not even worthy of conscious thought.  The light dims as your wrinkled sole lowers further, and he can feel the warmth of it and smell its musk when…he realizes…he was going to run into the toe!  He's going to be trapped under the arch of your foot now!  He looks around in the fading light for the lowest spot, and squeezes down into it, hoping he will not be crushed into paste as your foot fills its slipper.  The sound of scales flattening down the slipper lint forest fills the vast space underfoot, as he sees the sole-sky overhead stop sliding, now only lowering…

Diablo retains perfect balance on his other amply sized clawfoot until he finally feels the soft slipper lining sliding above and around the sides of his massive toes, at which point he smiles in subconscious satisfaction and lets the weight of his leg push his foot down comfortably into the slipper, settling it down and slowly evening out his weight. The great expansive Rex sole quickly darkens and grows infinitely more intense as it begins to rush towards you, seeming to curl right over you until you feel the coarse surface of a single, incredibly huge scale push you down into the slipper lining. You are forced down as the light is squeezed out from under the T-Rex sole, leaving you in total darkness and under utterly staggeringly immense pressure until you mercifully feel yourself slip up into one of the thick creases on the dino's centre pad, saving you from being subtly squished flat under a single sole scale. You feel the crease close in around you as the great sole spreads out under Diablo's weight and fills the slipper snugly.

Dinosorceror is wedged in quite firmly into the crease on your musky sole, squished inside it with sweat, slipper lint, and bits of dust and debris that had already been trapped in the crevice.  Your claw's musk is thick and heady, and makes his already difficult job of breathing even moreso.  The heat continues to increase as well, as the slipper seals in your foot's warmth, amplifying it.  His arms are pinned, one above and one to his side, so he uses his muzzle to nibble and bite away at the debris so he can breathe.

Diablo finds himself rumbling in satisfaction at the feel of the soft slipper around his hind paw. He decides to put the other one on too, which would seem an innocent enough decision, except that in order to do it he has to put his entire weight on the foot burying you. From under the vast thick sole of the massive Rex foot, you are quickly smothered and engulfed by the deep, earthy, powerfully alluring scent of the massive hindpaw, as well as its surprising body heat. The centre pad is already moist with sweat around you due to its constant movement when the T-rex walks, and due to the T-rex's constant walking. As the weight creeps slowly onto you, you feel the great pad smother you further, utterly engulfing you as Diablo's foot flattens the slipper lining and spreads out heavily against it. From above the sole, the big red Rex slides his other slipper on and then evens out his weight once more.

Dinosorceror couldn't draw a single breath as your entire weight pressed down on your one claw.  He saw stars and thought he felt his ribs flexing, but then your other slipper was put on, and he drew in a weak breath, and another, as the pressure lifted.  He also felt the crevice around him widen as your vast foot above shifted, and he could move his aching arms once more, pulling them to his chest to keep a breathing space.  The earthy smell of your saurian foot is inescapable, nor is the taste of your scaly footsweat.  His tiny body is saturated with it, the heat magnifying its aroma to his tiny senses.  His tiny arms dig and scrape at the base of the crevice, between the two scales, hoping beyond hope to get the titanic saurian god to notice him underfoot.

Diablo splays his toes with a slow majestic motion. Thoroughly enjoying the feel of his slippers, save for a small itch from the sole lining of his right one, he walks over to beside the bed and crouches down in a more relaxed posture, wondering why anyone would want to sneak into his room anyway. Inside the slipper and between the creases of his thick leathery centre pad, you are smooshed and squished and squeezed around with each heavy padding step the massive Rex takes. The sweat from his sole soaks around you, causing you to slip and squirm around in the big sole crease as the sides of the big leathery pad rhythmically come together as the foot lifts, squeezing you tightly, stretch apart as the foot compresses against the floor, then flatten you down as the weight of the T-Rex squeezes down over you before he takes another step. Finally your vast sole prison stops moving around you and just flattens down over and around you, pushing you deep into his pad and enveloping you in total darkness. Your face is force
forced into the slipper lining as your back is wedged inside the crease on his warm moist centre pad.

Dinosorceror has a mouth full of musky, sweaty lint that he spits out so he can breathe.  The stomping has paused, but he's not sure how much longer he will survive.  The sweat is working out to his advantage, lubricating the kruft around him, giving him more freedom of movement, but of course sealing off the stale air underfoot.  He needs to get the titan to notice him…it's his only chance of survival now.  He twists around so that he's facing the crevice again and digs as hard as he can with his aching body.

Diablo arches an irritated eyeridge and looks down at his right foot. Having it immersed in a warm, soft slipper was one of his favourite ways to relax after a long day of tireless T-Rex trampling, but how could he be expected to relax with a niggly little itch in the middle of his centre pad - the part of his foot that was in constant and heavy contact with the ground - ? Rumbling slightly, he squeezes his right foot down hard and begins arching, stretching and rubbing the enormous sole against the lining of his slipper, splaying his toes in an attempt to stop the itching. The chaotic stretching and compressing of the massive crease in the pad that grips you serves to work you down wetly into his massive foot, squeezing and slipping you deeper into the seemingly endless crease in the thick, hot sole of the huge T-Rex.

Dinosorceror's tiny body remains still as he realizes you did indeed feel his tiny scratching, and are working away the itch that he caused.  Hope for salvation fills him, helping to distract him from the crushing pressure, thick earthy musk and aching bones as you grind him underfoot.  When the twisting stops, he feels he must be even deeper into the crevice, and after a slight pause he starts scratching again.  Maybe this way you'll realize he's not just a fleck of lint, he's a living creature.

Diablo brings his massive foot to a halt and pauses, pressing his sole into the slipper lining experimentally. Satisfied that he has ground out the itch, he settles back down and flumps causally onto his side, stretching out luxuriously and laying his head down in the carpet. The itch comes back with a vengeance. Snarling in frustration, he kicks his slipper off, slinging it into distant oblivion on the far side of the room, and lifts his right foot up towards his head to examine its underside. Daylight seeps back to you through the top of the crease, and you can see the whole pad glistening slightly all around you. Over the top of the crevice you see Diablo's massive Rex muzzle looming slowly towards you, stretched enormously due to the angle at which you see it.

Diablo (And I'm afraid I have to get going again >\../<

Dino squeaks, "Well, that was a wonderful new installment, Diablo.  :)"

Dino squeaks, "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to the 'bug' on your sole.  :)"

Diablo chuckles. "Well thanks, I'm certainly enjoying it too."

Diablo says, "I'll try to be online later"

Diablo curls up and goes back to lying in the sun

Diablo has disconnected.

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Logging Stopped:  4-03-2005 11:13:02 AM

This is submissible as legal evidence Diablo was once anthro and had smexy slippers.
DUH AND
 

Out of the goodness of my Rex heart, Dino, I will not make it public how old I was when this happened

You were 66 million years old.

*Rumbles thoughtfully* I suppose that explains the slippers…