The following morning, Shinmyoumaru Sukuna used her Miracle Mallet as promised to grow Reimu back to her normal size. “Shinmy, I'm so happy I could kiss you!” The shrine maiden said as she saw the world take on its natural proportions for the first time in days. She hugged the Sukuna tight, so ecstatic that she didn't think anything of pressing the grown inchling's face right into her bare bosom. “I have to get going now! I'll let Yukari know what's going on so she can fix this for good!” she left the flustered inchling behind to go get dressed, rushing back out of her room a few minutes later in her red and white shrine maiden clothing.

“Reimu!” Sukuna called to her before she left. “Be careful out there! Don't forget what'll happen if you get hit with a strong enough attack! If you shrink again, I can't grow you back until tomorrow.”

“I'll be careful, don't worry! See you later, and thanks for everything!” Then Reimu was off, flying away to Yukari's place, fully determined to be freed of all this sizey nonsense by tonight. So focused was she on her goal that she didn't hear a voice calling her until she saw Marisa pull up on her right.

“Hey, Reimu!” said the witch rising her broomstick, holding down her hat so it wouldn't fly off as she kept pace with the shrine maiden. “Where've you been recently? I looked everywhere for you!”

“Hi, Marisa. I'm sorry, I can't explain right now; I need to see Yukari about something important.”

“The gap hag? Is she causing trouble for you again? Let me come with; I'm sure she'll back down quick if she sees she has to take us both at once!”

“She's not a hag, Marisa! She's a wonderful, beautiful, powerful... ahem! N-never mind that! This is private business between me and her. I can tell you about it after I'm done,” Reimu said and sped away, leaving Marisa behind.

“Reimu, hold up!” Marisa sped after the shrine maiden. “There's something weird going on here and I want to get to the bottom of it! Stop and tell me where you disappeared to and why you're going to see that hag!”

“Could you please stop calling her that?”

“Could you please turn around and talk to me?”

“I already told you, we'll talk later!”

Marisa sighed. “You really won't stop, huh? Guess I'll have to make you!” 

Reimu gasped and swerved aside as some magical shots passed right by where she would have been a second ago. “Oh, fine; have it your way! We'll fight until you learn to stop following me. I've been meaning to try out my new strength against someone else, anyways,” she said, turning herself around in the air to launch her own attack at Marisa.

The two girls kept shooting as they flew this way and that, dodging each other's attacks and striking when the opportunity presented itself. Neither of them got hit often—in fact, they both took the same number of hits, but while Reimu was still feeling fine, Marisa was already showing signs of wear. Soon the witch was forced to float down to the grassy field below.

“Man, you weren't kidding! You really have gotten stronger,” she said. “Where'd all this power come from? Were you training in the mountains all this time?”

Reimu smiled and landed in front of Marisa. “Something like that!” At any rate, Ran, Chen, and Yukari had seemed as big as mountains during her training. “Still think I need you for talking to Yukari? You wouldn't be much help to me all beat up like that. Go back and get some rest; I'll come visit you tomorrow and let you know how it went.”

“... Yeah, I guess that's for the best,” Marisa said as Reimu was turning to leave. “Oh, by the way, just one more thing before you go.”

As Reimu turned her head, a brilliant flash of light materialized from the corner of her vision, right where her magician friend was sitting. In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming energy of Marisa's Master Spark had engulfed the miko, blowing her back.

“Ha! No matter how strong you got, my Master Spark's still got enough punch to have you seeing stars! Now get up and let me see if you've still got the same smug grin from before!

“... Uh, Reimu? Hello? You there?” Marisa looked all around for the miko and soon spotted a pile of red and white sitting on the grass. She walked over to it, ready to rub her victory in Reimu's face, but her triumph turned to puzzlement when she saw that despite Reimu's clothes all being there, of the shrine maiden herself there was neither hide nor hair. “What the hell happened? Did I disintegrate everything but her clothes?” It sounded absurd, but it was as good an explanation as she had. Curious, she crouched to grab Reimu's dress, and when she picked it up, something fell out of it and made a little squeak. Marisa scanned the grass for whatever had fallen out, and as soon as she saw movement among the grass, she reached down and snatched the thing up. “Gotcha! Now let's see what we got here... Reimu!?”

She almost didn't believe it, but there was no doubting her eyes. There in her palm sat a half-inch Reimu, hands wrapped around her legs, her face turned away in embarrassment. “Guess the secret's out now,” she sighed. “I should have just told you about it from the start, huh? What an idiot I was.”

“Woah, Reimu, what's going on here? Did Shinmy shrink you or something?”

“No, it wasn't her. It was... Oh, Gods! Marisa, quick, hide me! I don't want them seeing me like this!”

“Them?” Marisa followed the tiny miko's gaze over to the south, where Cirno could be seen leading a group of fairies towards the duo. “Where am I supposed to hide you exactly? You know I don't have pockets.

“Put me in your boots!” Reimu was quick to say.

“My boots? You sure? Won't I crush ya like a teensy little bug if I step on you?”

“No, I'll be perfectly safe; trust me. Come on, they're almost here!”

“If you insist.” Marisa tugged on her boots collar and slipped Reimu down the front, where she slid down until she landed on top of Marisa's socked foot. There the miko held on tight while Marisa turned to face the fairies.

“Hey, Cirno! What's up! Are you looking for something here?”

“Matter of fact, I am looking for someone: Reimu! Where did she go? I saw her here with you a minute ago. You're not hiding her, are you?”

“Reimu? Hm, which Reimu are we talking about exactly?”

“Don't play dumb with me! It's the shrine maiden you're always hanging out with! The one I just saw you fighting with!”

“Oh, that Reimu! What do you want her for? Does she owe something?”

“That's none of your business! Just tell me where she went, or I'll freeze you rock solid!”

Marisa shook her foot, sending Reimu down to her toes which curled almost protectively around the tiny miko. “Heh! Hate to break it to ya, but that wasn't the real Reimu! See her clothes over there? I used them to make a fake one as a prank! I wasn't sure it'd work, but it looks like the dummy tricked you dummies after all! No hard feelings, right?”

“Grr! I'm going to make you pay for playing tricks on me! Get ready to meet with death!”

Another fight ensued, with Marisa flying around on her broom while the fairies chased after her. Inside her boot, Reimu felt the magician turning every which way in the air, making sharp turns and pirouettes more for the fun of it than for anything else. The movement would have had Reimu rolling all over the inside of the boot even had she tried to grip the white cotton of her socks, had Marisa's toes not kept her securely in place. Knowing she could depend on Marisa at a time like this was so reassuring for her.

The encounter didn't last long, with Marisa making short work of the fairies and leaving them all passed out on that grassy field.

“Hey, you doing alright in there? Move around if you are,” she said afterwards. Reimu made sure to move so she would be felt. “Okay, good. Anyway, I was thinking I should head home so we can talk in private. In the meantime, you can stay in my boot. That sound good?” Reimu squirmed again to answer her question. “I'll see you in a bit, then.” Marisa grabbed Reimu's clothes, wrapped them around the back of her broom, then headed to her home in the Forest of Magic.

Marisa flew at an easy pace, being in no rush to get Reimu out of her boot. To her surprise, she was finding that she actually liked having her friend in there—it made her feel all funny inside, but in a good way, to know that the little bug she felt squirming under her toes was the very shrine maiden she was so familiar with. And though she felt kinda bad for Reimu, thinking how scary it must be for her to be so tiny, she figured it wouldn't hurt to take this chance and play with her a bit—if asked about it later, Marisa would just say she had unconsciously mistaken the miko for a piece of lint.

Reimu, for her part, was conflicted. It felt so nice being back under a giant pair of toes like this, and Marisa's were so delightfully playful, and her sock so soft, that she would have been glad to surrender herself to them and become the magician's toy. Yet another part of her felt horrified at the prospect of being discovered like that.

Of all the people who might have seen her worshipping their feet, Marisa was in some ways the worst, precisely because she was Reimu's friend. The two saw each other so often, if she saw Reimu doing something that embarrassing, the miko wouldn't hear the end of it for the rest of her life. She couldn't let something like that happen. But Marisa's toes were so insistent, so warm, so huggable... surely it wouldn't matter if she gave into temptation here in the privacy of the magician's boot.

Caught under one of Marisa's toes, Reimu spread out her arms as far as she could and grabbed ahold of the sock's soft threads, burying her face deep into the slightly-moist sock to inhale the concentrated smell of Marisa's feet and digging her fingers as deep as she could into the fabric to try and touch of the magician's skin, all the while she was smothered and teased under Marisa's toe.

So she occupied herself until Marisa arrived at her house and hopped off her broom. When the magician's feet met the earth, her weight fell on the tiny Reimu, giving her a shot of crushing pain. Marisa jerked her foot back up as soon as she realized what she'd done, and meant to apologize to Reimu, but then she recalled that Reimu had told her she'd be perfectly safe even if she got stepped on and kept walking without bothering to move the miko somewhere more comfortable first, delighting in the feeling of the tiny girl being smothered under her toes.

Stepping inside, Marisa put her broom on the corner by the entrance, took off her boots and socks, and overturned the one Reimu was in to send the tiny girl falling onto her palm. “Comfy ride?” she asked as Reimu sat up. Then, frowning, she leaned forward and took a sniff of her friend. “Oof! You smell just like my foot now. I'm gonna have to give you a bath. Later, though; first you're gonna tell me what this is all about. And no more dodging the question, eh? Or I might just stick you in my socks until you start talking.”

Marisa took a seat at the kitchen table and set Reimu down on its surface, peering down at the adorably tiny girl for answers. Reimu took a deep breath and explained the basics of what had happened to her—how she had stopped doing her job as shrine maiden, how Yukari had kidnapped, shrunk, and trained her as punishment, how she had accidentally been returned to the shrine still shrunken a few days later, and how Sukuna had helped her temporarily get her size back this morning.

“Huh, I never thought her gaps had this sort of power.” Marisa tapped a finger thoughtfully on the table, each tap shaking Reimu's body. “Shinmy's Mallet takes a while to recharge, doesn't it? Guess you're stuck like this until tomorrow. Hope you don't mind but I figure I'll keep ya around in the meantime. No one better than your dear friend Marisa to take care of you like this, isn't that right?” Marisa grinned and reached for her friend. Reimu's heart started racing as the magician's fingers drew closer, but rather than picking her up they just came to rest on the table while Marisa compared their size to hers, flanking her with the swirly-patterned walls of her fingertips.

“Man, she really made you super tiny. If I wasn't looking right at you I'd think you were a bug or some lint from my sock. I'd probably swat you down the minute I saw you moving on my table. So much for all that strength you were bragging about earlier! At that size I bet I could even beat you with just my pinky finger.” Sure enough, when she lowered her pinky on Reimu, pressing down with only the barest effort, the tiny miko couldn't get out from under it no matter how she struggled.

“Marisa, let me go!” she said, but the sound of her squeaky little voice only made her friend laugh.

“Y'know, it's cute how you think you can boss me around when you're as small as an ant. And here I thought you said Yukari trained you to be more obedient. Looks like she didn't do a very good job of it!” She pressed down more forcefully, making Reimu gasp. “But I guess I could let you go, if little miss high-and-mighty can beg for it.”

“Eh!? You can't be serious!”

“Can't I? Go on, what are you so worried about? Or is it that you like being under my pinky?”

It was a good thing Marisa's finger was covering Reimu's blush, or she might have died of embarrassment right then. “Fine, fine! Marisa, please; I beg you to let me go.”

“Huh, that was faster than I expected.” Marisa lifted moved her hand away. “Guess your training must have been effective after all. Hey, what are you so pouty for? Chin up! It was just a harmless little prank. You look so cute at that size I can't help teasing ya! Or did I strike a nerve with that stuff about you wanting to be under my finger? Could little miss high-and-mighty be a bit of a masochist?”

“Don't be ridiculous!” Reimu stood to wipe herself down. “I hate being so small! That's why I was in such a rush to talk to Yukari; so she could fix me for good. If it weren't for you fighting me I could have been back to normal by now.”

“Well, if it weren't for you acting all weird and dodging all my questions—” Marisa poked Reimu, knocking her flat on her back. “—I wouldn't have had to fight to get you talking! Plus, you're the one who got shrunk in the first place for not doing your job, so when you think about it, it's actually mostly your fault that you ended up like this. Hell, you should be grateful I'm helping you out without asking for anything in return. I still haven't heard a 'thank you' for keeping you from those fairies back there, by the way.”

Reimu sighed. “Thanks for the help, Marisa. I really do owe you one. But can you please get me some water so I can wash this smell off now?”

“Later; no point in cleaning up when I'm just going to get you dirty again right after.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Oh, you'll see soon enough. But first get over here, you little ant.” Reimu stood still as Marisa's fingers closed in around her. Smothered between those soft fingertips, she was carried downwards for a bit and promptly dropped to land on another wooden surface.

Reimu sat up grumbling, with the full intention of giving Marisa a piece of her mind, but the admonishment died out on her lips when she saw what she was faced with: a row of giant toes all wiggling eagerly in front of her, with Marisa's grin looming far overhead. The sight made her heart flutter and filled her with a longing to be smothered under those gorgeous toes. They looked so inviting; even their smell made her crazy for them.

“Just want to see for myself how resistant Yukari's magic made you. Hope you don't mind humoring me for a bit,” Marisa explained while she raised her feet ever so slightly and floated them over to Reimu, her sole scrunching and her toes wiggling.

Reimu could say nothing—she was transfixed on the spectacle taking place right above her, taking in every seductive wiggle of those toes, ever wrinkle on that sole, every little sweat droplet sparkling on Marisa's skin. She had just enough presence of mind to keep herself still while Marisa's foot descended on her, resisting the urge to hug and kiss and lick and worship the magician's feet, instead letting Marisa flatten her underfoot

The feeling of that thick warm sole pressing down on every inch of her body, its smooth skin dimpling ever so slightly around her minute frame, was nothing short of divine. She even welcomed the pain when Marisa pressed her foot down more forcefully and immobilized the miko.

For her part, Marisa liked having Reimu under her sole almost as much as Reimu liked being there. There was something so thrilling about being able to dominate her friend so effortlessly, about feeling Reimu writhing under her foot like a measly bug. She could do as she pleased with Reimu and the shrine maiden would never be able to fight back. Not that she meant to do anything truly bad, of course, but even just knowing that she could made her so excited! She just couldn't resist mashing Reimu against the floor over and over again, rubbing her back and forth underfoot to feel all those delicate features pressed firmly into her flesh, and then doing it all over again with her other foot.

“Still with me, bug?” Marisa asked and soon felt Reimu wriggling so pathetically against her foot. “Good! Let's see how you handle this, now.” The magician pressed her foot down ever harder, even grinding Reimu down, while Reimu struggled to remain conscious under the oppressive weight which didn't even let her even breathe. She was just on the verge of oblivion when Marisa slid her foot back so that her toes were lying next to Reimu

The magician looked down with a palpable smugness. “Is that really all you can take? Man, you're so weak and puny now, I almost feel sorry for you.” Reimu whimpered inaudibly, wishing that Marisa would step on her again. She got something like what she wanted when the magician closed her toes around Reimu, gripping the tiny girl with them. “I mean, just look at you down there; you're just a piece of lint!” Marisa wiggled her toes, rolling Reimu around between them.

“What, aren't you gonna say anything? You've been awfully quiet ever since I dropped you on the floor. Are you sure you're not enjoying this? Because it really looks like you love getting tossed around by my toes. Maybe that's why you wanted me to hide you in my boots; so you could spend time as a little bug at my feet. Maybe deep down you know this is exactly where you belong.” Marisa put her feet up on the chair with her soles pressed together then nudged Reimu down into the space between all her toes and started wiggling them around, rolling her back and forth from one foot to the other.

“You're such a cute little bug down there, I almost want to keep you like this. What do you say? Want to be my little pet for life? I promise I'll take good care of you and play with you all day long. You'd never be apart from my feet. Of course, I'll have to put you to work as payment for it, but I figure you'd be a great toejam cleaner at that size.”

“Oh Gods, yes! Make me yours!” Reimu desperately cried out in the heat of the moment. Luckily her cry was muffled by Marisa's toes and so went unheard.

Marisa kept teasing and toying with the tiny miko for a while longer, but finally grew satisfied and moved her soles apart to find Reimu lying on her toes, looking all worn out. “Can't handle much excitement at that size, can you? Heh! Well, come here, you little bug; let's get you cleaned up now.” She carried Reimu to the bathroom, where she opened the faucet just enough to let out a trickle of water that splashed softly onto her palm where Reimu stood, building a small pool a little higher than the miko's ankles. Then she watched curiously as Reimu stood under that trickle of water and scrubbed herself down, admiring the miko's figure. and wondering at the sensation of those delicate little feet of hers stepping around on her palm.

Reimu kept her back turned to Marisa until she had finished showering, then stepped out of the faucet and blushed as she found herself the center of the magician's attention. “All finished?” Marisa brought Reimu right up to her face, so close to her lips that Reimu thought she was about to kiss her. Instead she just sniffed the shrunken girl. “You still smell like my foot. Let's get a bit of soap on you.”

Dangling Reimu by the arm, Marisa carried her over to the bar of soap and pressed her back softly against it, rubbing the tiny girl up and down its surface until little suds started showing up on her body, then turned her over and did the same with her front. Finally she picked her back up and rubbed between her fingers, the soapy covering letting her slide effortlessly up and down the smooth surfaces.

The feeling of those giant fingertips, with their delightful texture, rubbing smoothly over Reimu's crotch and bare breasts, was more than the tiny girl could stand, and she soon started moaning and squirming in pleasure, much to Marisa's amusement. “First you get all worked up over my feet, and now you can't resist my fingers? It really doesn't take much to get you all excited at that size. I wonder if it's just me you're so attracted to or if you'd be acting the same with Cirno if she was the one who found you like this,” the magician mused while rinsing Reimu down. When she finished, she took another sniff and was satisfied to find Reimu smelling only of soap.

“There you go; all nice and clean.” She dried Reimu with a hand towel, then chuckled as the tiny girl fussed with her hair to get it combed down after the mess Marisa had made of it. “Better now, little ladybug?” she asked and gently stroked Reimu's side.

“I guess,” Reimu said, and after a pause added, “Thank you.”

“Don't sweat it; just doing what I can to help, seeing as you're too small to help yourself.” Marisa then took Reimu out back, where she had a hammock slung up between two trees. The witch climbed on and stretched out with a yawn, placing Reimu on her chest before tipping her big hat over to cover her face. She shuffled a bit to get comfortable and then lay still.

Reimu clung to Marisa's bosom, to the fabric of the dress stretched between the witch's breasts, where she was soothed by the sound of Marisa's breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the puffs of warm air that washed over her at each exhalation. She grew relaxed, and it wasn't long before she thought to join Marisa in taking a nap, so she crawled a bit closer to the magician's face and curled up on the soft fabric at her bosom, where she promptly dozed off.

She woke up some time later to the sound of Marisa's snoring, an unpleasant raspy noise that kept her tossing and turning until at last she had to accept that she wouldn't be going back to sleep again. So, taking advantage of Marisa's slumber, Reimu decided to go for a walk over the magician's body. She climbed down her chest and walked along her belly, crawling under a pair of hands cupped over Marisa's navel and out the other side to emerge on the pelvis. The path sloped upwards when she reached the thighs, and before the knees she reached the end of the magician's dress, stepping onto bare skin, all soft and smooth and welcoming.

Finally, after walking up Marisa's shins, she reached the foot and climbed up to her friend's toes, sitting down between a pair. With Marisa's snores confirming the witch still slumbered, Reimu felt it safe to sidle up against her toe and embrace it. She trembled in excitement as she pressed herself against the mighty digit, and didn't hesitate one moment to put her lips against the toe to plant a kiss on it. As soon as she did, all her worries and her reservations melted away, and she calmly started worshipping Marisa's foot, showering it with love and devotion.

It was times like these when she wished she could stay like this forever—just give up on being a shrine maiden and spend the rest of her life as someone's pet or toy. Of course, she knew that couldn't happen, but there was no reason why she couldn't enjoy it in the meantime.

Reimu forgot about everything save for Marisa's toe in front of her, dedicating all her attention to it. She lovingly caressed every inch of it, running her hands over every groove and wrinkle, kissing every other second, even licking it from time to time to savor the taste of Marisa.

Working in this manner, basking in the atmosphere of Marisa's foot, Reimu didn't even realize that Marisa's snoring had long since stopped. Nor did she hear the rustle of fabric, nor truly feel the rocking of the hammock, and when Marisa's toes curled and started rubbing against her, she simply shut her eyes and let it happen, moaning with each little squeeze she received. But when they released her and she opened her eyes again, Reimu froze as she noticed Marisa wide awake and looking right at her.

“Oh, don't mind me! You just keep doing what you were doing. Wouldn't want to interrupt your fun, especially since you look so cute when you're kissing my toe like that,” Marisa said, grinning at her tiny friend.

“How... how long were you watching?”

“Oh, just a few minutes. I felt something between my toes a while ago so I looked to see if some bug had crawled between them. Turns out she had!” Marisa squeezed her toes together, bringing another moan forth from Reimu's lips. “And here I was teasing you about liking my feet as a joke. Never thought you were actually into them! But I guess it's fine. There's nothing wrong with having weird kinks, and if yours is my feet, that suits me fine. At least now I know I can always just go around barefoot anytime I want to tease you.”

“Oh, Gods.” Reimu buried her face in her hands. Why hadn't she gone about this more carefully? How could she look Marisa in the face after being found out like this? She would have to go into hiding, never show herself again; it was the only way she could deal with this embarrassment.

“Heh! You're so cute when you get all flustered like that, you know? Let me get a better look at you... ” Marisa turned her foot around, holding it in front of her face. Then she grabbed the tiny girl and gently pried her hands away from her face, and Reimu turned away so she wouldn't have to look at Marisa. “Wow, you're really blushing! Is there anything you want to confess to, little ladybug? How long have you been eyeing my feet for? I haven't noticed you looking at them before today. Either you've been hiding it really well, or maybe you only like them while you're tiny. Is that part of Yukari's magic? Something she used to train you?

“What, you're not gonna say anything? Never thought I'd see you acting so shy. Well, don't worry; I'll give you plenty of alone time with my foot so you can do whatever dirty stuff you're into without me looking. Let me just get you nice and stuck...” Marisa stuck out her tongue and pressed Reimu against it, moving her around until she was covered in spit, then mashed the tiny girl onto her sole, pinning her under her thumb. When she let go, Reimu was firmly plastered to her foot, able to wriggle around a bit but not to free herself from Marisa's skin. The magician smiled and scrunched her sole, letting the folds of her skin engulf tiny little Reimu, then stretched her leg back out and started rubbing her sole against the side of her other foot, enjoying the miko's pitiful struggles.

Reimu was still stuck to her sole when Marisa hopped out of the hammock some time later, and when the witch walked back inside and put her shoes and socks on, leaving Reimu trapped with her foot. “Gonna do a bit of shopping in town. I'm sure you won't mind staying there in the meantime,” she announced once she had both boots on. “Have fun, ladybug!” She grabbed her broom and then she was off, with Reimu nice and safe right under her foot.

Little by little, Marisa's sweat helped Reimu get unstuck from her sole. Then the tiny girl crawled on top of her foot, determined not to do be teased by or do anything embarrassing with Marisa's foot ever again. But right after Marisa landed and started walking, the motion dislodged her from her little perch and flung her down to the magician's toes, where she landed neatly nestled between a pair of them. They held her in place while Marisa walked, and whenever she stopped they would play with her, fiddling around to roll her between them or curling tight to give her a squeeze.

At first she hated how much she liked it, and especially hated that Marisa knew she liked it, but she couldn't keep it up for long; eventually she gave in and started kissing and caressing Marisa's foot again, not caring if the magician felt it. Then when Marisa hopped on her broom again and Reimu knew she wouldn't have to worry about being stepped on anytime soon, she spent the whole ride showering affection onto every inch of Marisa's foot, happily crawling around underneath and getting intimate with every last wrinkle on her warm, sweat-moistened skin.

After getting home, Marisa kept her socks on while tending to some chores, making lunch among them. When finished, she stripped off her sock and overturned it, letting Reimu fall to the floor. “Your food is ready, ladybug,” she said, and with her finger she smeared a bit of sauce between her toes before presenting her foot to Reimu. “I served it special, just for you. Go on, eat; don't make me have to clean it up myself.”

Reimu hesitated only a moment before meekly crawling forward and beginning to lick the sauce off Marisa's toes, savoring every lick of it all the better with the bit of sweat mixed in with it. Her tiny tongue tickled the magician, and every so often her toes would twitch and close around Reimu, smearing some food on her, but the miko didn't mind; if anything she welcomed it as a display of Marisa's might.

She licked the food down to he very last drop, and still kept on licking Marisa's toes even after the only taste she could detect in it was sweat. Meanwhile, Marisa pondered the tiny miko's pathetic display. The urge to tease and humiliate Reimu tugged at her, but it was kept in check by the strange tenderness she had come to feel towards the frail little thing that was her friend.

Once Marisa finished her own meal, she surprised little Reimu by moving her foot forward and barreling over the miko with her sole to pin her to the floor. Reimu struggled for a moment, but those struggles soon gave way to more tender worship when she saw that Marisa's foot was only resting on her, not crushing her with all the witch's weight.

Marisa spent most the rest of the day teasing and taking care of Reimu and enjoying the tiny girl's worship, while Reimu slowly grew more and more comfortable with Marisa knowing all about her strange attraction. Come nighttime she was happily cradled in the crook of Marisa's toes while the witch in her nightgown watched from above.

“A whole day at my feet and you're still not sick of them. Guess you like them even more than I thought. Are they really that nice?”

“They're wonderful,” Reimu said dreamily. “I love this. Thank you, Marisa.”

“Love? Heh. That's a side of you I never thought existed. Is that really you talking, or is being so tiny thing messing with your brain? I bet you wouldn't say anything like that if you were normal-sized.”

“Probably not. I'll probably be really embarrassed about it after I grow back. But right now it feels so nice. It's just for today, anyways; tomorrow I'll go to Yukari's and everything will go back to normal.”

“Normal, sure. Until I manage to figure out some way to shrink you back down anytime I want. Then I'll have an ultimate technique even more effective against you than my Master Spark. I'll have you kissing my toes anytime I like.”

“Ha ha. Um, y-you're joking, right? You're not actually going to start randomly shrinking me all the time. You wouldn't. Right?” Reimu looked to the witch's face for answers, but all she got in response was an unreadable grin.

“Good night, Reimu; hope you like your bed tonight,” she said, and blew out the candles with her magic before lying face down.

“Marisa? Marisa! Hey! Don't leave me in suspense! You didn't really mean all that stuff, right? Marisa?” She kept shouting from among the witch's toes, until the curled tight enough to leave her breathless for a second. Realizing on answer would be forthcoming, Reimu sighed and crawled up Marisa's sole to find a comfortable place to rest. Her question still kept her awake a while afterwards, but with Marisa's warmth blanketing her, she slowly dozed off. “Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to spend another day like this every once in a while,” she thought with one final yawn, and so fell asleep curled up on the witch's sole.