Even in his glass prison, stuck the princess Elise's drawers, Hino could still hear her playfully cruel speech. Who she was speaking to he couldn't know for sure, but from her words he pieced together that she was talking to people who had been shrunk down, like himself.
Her words were often painfully descriptive, so much so that he could picture everything happening in his mind's eye, like when she accidentally crushed one of her victims between her fingers, or when she ordered them all to eat the dirt off her feet. It chilled him to know that she could just as easily have done any of those same things to him. Granted, she had always treated him kindly, namely because she recognized him from when he'd worked as one of the servants here, but if she ever learned that he was actually a Hoshido agent, and that he had been working to kidnap her, who knew what she would do to him; he might even end up envying these poor people.
Speaking of which, who were they exactly? He wondered about it but nothing came to mind until he remembered a comment Elise had made some days ago about some Hoshido people that had been caught sneaking into Castle Krakenburg, and another one more recently about having to do something to them. Could it be these were the people she was playing with? His fellow countrymen? Hino's stomach sank at the thought. He couldn't just leave these people to their fate; already he had allowed four of his companions to perish after they had all been shrunk down together, and he couldn't bear to sit back while more people died.
Normally he would have been trapped inside with no way to climb up the smooth glass walls of his prison or to open the heavy lid, but fortunately when Elise had put the little box in her drawer it had been left at an incline, with the slimmest of openings thanks to a pile of socks pushing the lid ever so slightly up. Very carefully, Hino climbed up the wall and managed to squeeze his way out of the box. After that, all that remained was to escape the drawer, which he did by climbing a sock hat had gotten caught poking slightly out when the drawer was shut.
Finally he stood outside, at the edge of a massive precipice, from where he could see Elise sitting on her bed with her bare feet on the floor and a pair of what could have been bugs down at her toes. From what he'd heard, they were both massaging her feet—a contest to see who was the most useful one. Hino couldn't see any others with her, and he wondered how many had already perished at her hands.
Suddenly, while the one on her left foot was crawling over her toes to massage her, her toes wiggled and he fell down between them, where the mighty digits held him tight. “Too weak! You're no good at this, little guy,” Elise said, grinning at her foot. “It's a shame, but I can't make use of such a lazy worker. Good-bye!” With that she curled her toes tight for a second, and when she briefly splayed them afterwards, giggling in delight, Hino thought he saw a little red stain on her pale skin, though if any existed it was quickly scrubbed away by the wiggling of her toes.
Hino couldn't help but shudder at her cruelty—what a contrast to her usual innocence. From what she said, that man on her other foot was the last remaining victim. It hurt his soul that he couldn't help any of the others, but with any luck he'd be able to save this one. He only needed to wait for the right time—it would do him no good to charge in now and be spotted as soon as he approached the princess's feet. As anxious as he was to help, it really had to be done the right way or it would be no help at all.
Down on her other foot, Kuro, the last of his group, was given no time to mourn the loss of his companions before their executioner threw back her dainty foot, nearly throwing him off of her toes. “Well, little guy, it's just you and me now! Keep working on my foot for now, we'll have some more fun after you finish!” she said in such a cheerful tone he would never have guessed that she'd killed five men today if he hadn't been witness to every horrifying death. Now he was the only one remaining, but for how long? She'd said that she would let him live if he proved himself a good servant, but he knew she was only toying with him, and that she'd find some excuse to kill him once she'd had her fun.
Still, there was nothing he could do about it. As much as he hated having to rub her murderous feet, monsters that had taken the lives of two of his companions, if he was ever going to make it out alive then he had to keep her happy for now, so he kept crawling on her terrifying toes, careful not to fall and slip between them lest he meet the same end as his companion, and silently serviced her beguilingly soft skin, keeping focused on his work despite her teasing coos and the twitching of her toes.
At last, after a few minutes of that torture, there came a knock on the door and someone's voice was heard outside asking for a moment with the princess. Elise almost jumped at the noise, and hastily told them she'd be out in a minute. With one hand she grabbed a black sock off the floor and with the other she plucked Kuro from her toes, carrying him over to the sock's opening. There she dropped him, letting him fall to the very toe of the sock, before leaving it rolled up on the floor. Then she put her boots back on and left her room to talk to her brother Leo outside.
As soon as she put him down, Kuro began trying to escape from the humid fabric prison, crawling along to where he felt the opening must be, but he could only make very slow progress with all the weight of he sock lying on top of him. He felt there was no way he would be able to escape before she made it back, but still he kept trying until he heard someone speak.
“Hey, you! Are you okay in there?” some man said. Was he calling to him? How was that possible? By the voice's sound it had to be coming from the floor—from someone else who had been shrunken like him. One of his companions? No, that was impossible—he'd seen them all die. Someone else the princess had shrunk, then. But who? And why did they sound familiar?
“I'm fine!” Kuro replied after the other man asked again.
“Hang on! I'm going to unroll the sock for you!” Little by little, Kuro felt the weight resting on top of him relax until finally it disappeared altogether and he felt the fabric above him shift. “This way to the opening! Follow the sound of my voice!” Kuro did just that, crawling much more easily now across the damp threads until he saw that man holding the cuff open for him.
“Hino?” he grunted as he pulled himself out. “We... we all thought you were dead.”
“Kuro? Is that you? Good heavens, you look terrible!”
“Never mind that. We have to hide before the princess comes back.”
“Under the drawer; we can hide there until night and leave while everyone's sleeping. It'll take us days to make it out of the castle... longer to find one of our informants... I hope you're fit to face many more hardships, friend, because we'll have to pass through hell if we're to make it out alive.”
Kuro grimaced as he got on his feet. “Let's get going, then; I don't think she'll be much longer.” The two started running for their hiding place, leaving all their catching up for later. Kuro had been right; they had only made it halfway to the dresser when Elise came back into her room, striding like a colossus back towards the sock as soon as the door was closed behind her.
The world shook with the might of her footsteps, rattling the two men so badly they could not stand stand. Both of them lay flat on the ground, hoping they would avoid her attention. By her trajectory she would pass two feet away from them, but even so they didn't feel safe until she passed them by without a glance. As soon as she crouched by the sock, they started sprinting for the dresser with all their might.
Meanwhile, Elise picked the sock up by the toe and tried to shake her little toy out. “Come out, come out, little guy! Time for another game!” But when, after a few seconds of shaking, nothing at all had come out, she turned the sock inside-out and looked all over the fabric for her toy. She double-checked both sides and the floor at her feet in case he had fallen out without her noticing, but he was nowhere to be seen.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted a pair of tiny “bugs” scurrying over the floor, on their way to her dresser. Who the other one was she couldn't guess, but she knew one of them had to be her little toy, and she quickly pounced on them before they could get away.
A pair of giant hands slammed in front of the two shrunken men when they were mere inches away from their hiding place, two sets of fingers making an impassable wall. They didn't even have time to stop before those fingers rushed towards them, and they were both caught underneath and dragged closer to the monstrous princess lying on the floor behind them.
When they were released, the pair found themselves lying under Elise's godly gaze, the immensity of her face making them feel like they were nothing but dirt beneath her. Their fear urged them to run, but their legs refused to work. It was too late, they knew—their fates were sealed.
Elise quickly recognized the one of them as her toy, but it was the other one on whom her yes focused—her servant, her pet, whom she had coddled and cared for since she had first found him shrunk down in her room. Why had he left his box? What was he doing down here with the other man? Was he trying to make an escape? She asked him all these questions, perplexed over the whole situation, but received no answer. Her dear pet only looked at her with fear and resignation.
What was she to do with him? The only explanation she could think of was that he was helping the other one escape, but she didn't feel right making any assumptions about her pet. But if he wasn't going to answer... actually, maybe there was a way to make him speak.
Elise grabbed the shrunken men and carried them to her desk, also bringing the spell book her brother had lent her. She remembered seeing a certain spell while flipping through its pages, and now she looked for it again, pausing briefly whenever she saw another interesting spell before continuing her search. It wasn't long before she found it; a curse of which would force its target to answer truthfully any question that was put to them.
She dropped the men on her desk began reciting the spell, aiming it at her shrunken servant, and soon a tiny magic circle formed at his feet. By the time it disappeared he was shaking from head to toe, looking himself over to see what horrible effect it had left on him. Elise felt bad for scaring him like that, but she needed the truth. “Tell me now, what were you doing with that man?”
Hino was horrified to find his mouth moving on its own, truthfully answering Elise's every question, telling her not only about how he had been helping Kuro escape, but also how he himself was also a Hoshido agent, how he had been sent here to kidnap her only to be shrunk together with all his companions as soon as they came into her room.
“You were... going to kidnap me? So that's why...” Elise looked at him strangely. Her face was unreadable and her voice sounded distant. Suddenly, though, her expression hardened into a glare that made his blood run cold. She raised her hand above them both, and the next thing Hino knew, her thumb was on the table where Kuro had been a moment ago, giving a most horrible crunching noise as it twisted forcefully against the table. When it moved away again, nothing remained of his companion save a stain on her skin and on the table.
“I thought you were an innocent servant that got shrunk. I was going to take care of you for as long as you needed it and try to find a way to grow you back. Now I find out you're a kidnapper, just like them. I guess that means you deserve to be punished, just the same as them.” Elise's voice was dead serious as she spoke now. Hino would have pled for his life, but he didn't think he would get any mercy from her anymore. He turned to run away in a desperate attempt to save his own life, but her hand cut him off again and those massive fingers swept him off the table. He landed sharply on the floor, winded but still alive, and as he picked himself up, a pair of tremors occurred around him and he saw that he was now between Elise's boots, which rose like a pair of imposing towers above him. Beyond them, Elise still gave him the same furious glare.
“Actually, you're worse than those other kidnappers. You betrayed me after I took care of you for so long. A single death isn't enough punishment for what you did. You deserve to die a hundred times at least! Well, maybe I can make that happen.” Elise turned back the pages to a spell that claimed to be able to revive small creatures; a human, it said, or even a dog, required too much energy for any mage to ever bring back to life, but something smaller, like a mouse or an ant? That was very much doable. Elise wondered, would it also work on a shrunken human? There was only one way to find out.
Hino had of course started running away as soon as he saw her attention was on something else, but he hadn't even made it out from between her boots when she looked back down. It made Elise glad to see him so scared for his life, and she held her foot over him, shrouding his world in shadow under the sole of her boot, before finally bringing it down.
Her pet and would-be kidnapper perished with an almost-imperceptible crunch, and when she moved her foot aside, where was little sign that he had ever existed. Maybe she gone a bit overboard; would the spell still work with his body so totally destroyed? Well, she lost nothing by trying it out, at least, so she cast the spell on what little remained of him. Lo and behold, his remains all coalesced to give shape to his body again and, as soon as he was all in one piece, he gasped and sat up with a cry, looking around in bewilderment.
Elise grinned. What a wonderful spell this was! She had put him back together with barely any energy spent. Had she said she wanted to kill him a hundred times? Well she felt like she could revive him a thousand or more just today! She was going to have so much fun with her helpless little victim now.
While Hino still sat on the floor, wondering if his death had been real or if he had just imagined it, Elise took her boots and put her bare feet down in front of him, one on top of the other. He stared at her massive toes as they playfully wiggled and slid against each other, full of playful energy. He understood perfectly what he was in for even before the titanic digits rushed forward to pick him up, but there was nothing he could do about it; Elise's toes grabbed him and began effortlessly toying with him, easily ignoring his desperate efforts to escape. And this wasn't the measured playfulness, so careful not to hurt him, of all those other times when he had found himself at her toes. No, now those toes moved without restraint, not caring whether they broke some of his bones or dislocated his joints, treating him with all the dignity of a piece of lint caught between them. Their might and power was irresistible, and Hino could do nothing while his body was slowly broken down between them until nothing remained of him save a bloody, mangled mess.
Then Elise revived him and his suffering started all over again.
Yes, he decided; he definitely had died before, and he wished that he had stayed dead. At least death would have meant an end to this hell. Again and again he was broken down by Elise's toes, powerless to defend himself, until he was crying and begging her to stop. Of course, Elise wouldn't have stopped even if his cries had reached any further than her toes; whatever sympathy she'd had for him had all been thrown away by his betrayal. Maybe she could have forgiven him if he'd admitted to being a Hoshido agent and apologized for it by himself, but trying to escape and to help that prisoner escape showed he wasn't sorry at all. Besides, she was having too much fun feeling his puny little body popping between her toes.
When Elise did finally stop, dropping the shrunken man on the floor, she picked him up and pressed him with a fingertip against the top of her foot, slowly dragging him along her skin and pressing down ever more firmly until he went pop and left behind a little streak of red on her skin. Then she revived him and did the same a bit further up, over and over again, smearing that pathetic insect over every last inch of her leg.
Elise then licked the tiny thing and pressed him to her thigh, where he remained helplessly stuck, struggling against the force of her spit. When he finally started to break free, Elise pressed her thighs together to keep him trapped.
To Hino it was as if to huge walls of flesh had closed around him, leaving him gently imprisoned in their softness. At first he feared that she was going to crush him, but she never put any more pressure than she needed to keep him pinned down. It didn't even hurt at all; in fact, it was very comfortable in there, in the warm embrace of her pillowy thighs. At least, it was until he realized he was running out of air. His lungs started burning, but there was no helping them; he was completely entombed in Elise's flesh, and both his nose and mouth were covered by her skin. As his body cried out for oxygen, he did everything he could to escape this prison, but slowly his consciousness faded and he fell still. Another minute more and his heart had stopped beating.
The next time he revived, Hino found himself in a dark and stuffy place, which he soon recognized as Elise's mouth. As soon as he sat up, the slick surface beneath him started moving and he was pressed to the roof of her mouth by her tongue, to be sucked on like a piece of candy. She sucked on him with enough force to steal the air from his lungs, almost suffocating him again before letting go so he could try fleeing to her lips. But she caught him before he could even make it to her teeth, and her monstrous tongue dragged him back to leave him lying on her molars.
Her teeth clamped down on him before he could even try to crawl away, and promptly chewed him into a fine paste that mixed with her saliva to cover almost every inch of her mouth until she revived him and did it all over again.
Elise had fun killing him countless times in a dozen other ways, but after a while she had started getting bored, and she thought about how she should end this. Should she kill her pet one last time and leave him dead for good, or keep him alive to play with him some other day? After some thought, she decided on a third idea.
Revived yet again, this time after having been sat on by the princess, Hino was carried back to Elise's desk, where the dark tome still lay open. Then she turned the pages and soon started chanting an unknown spell over him. What was she going to do with him now? Did she mean to use her magic to kill him in some new awful way? He kept wondering until the spell finished and its energies were released at him. There was a flash of light and, when his eyes recovered from it, he looked around in horror at a world that had somehow grown even bigger than before.
The imperfections of the polished wooden surface, once little more than stumps and scratches and shallow depressions, were now like a field of rolling hills and deep ravines, running across the landscape, with specks of dust being like huge boulders to his eyes. Its surface seemed to stretch on forever, big enough to hold an entire country if not a continent, and yet all its vastness paled in comparison to the overwhelming immensity of Elise.
Hino could feel Elise smile. He could feel her blink. When she moved a hand towards him, the air it displaced pushed down on him with enough pressure to flatten him to the desk. When she spoke, her voice was a bassy rumble so intense that it shook the whole world while being too deep for him to hear. Elise was everything; more than a Goddess, she was an entire world unto herself. When her finger came down beside him, hitting the desk with a cataclysmic impact that nearly sent him flying, Hino grew dizzy just from looking up at her fingertip—a huge landscape of mountains and valleys as big as any he'd ever seen.
Elise's finger started falling towards him. Smaller than even a speck of dust, he survived its impact by fitting under one of the wrinkles that rank over Elise's skin like vast canyons, but he was still obliterated against it when she slid her finger over the wooden surface. When he revived a moment later, he was standing on the peak of one of the huge mountain ranges that were the ridges of her fingerprint, looking up at an eye so huge he almost felt he could see the whole world reflected on its surface, an eye in whose inky black depths whole cities could have been drowned. When it blinked, hurricane-force winds swept over the world of her fingertip, launching him across the vast canyon at whose precipice he stood to land on the next fingerprint ridge a mile over.
Hino clung to her skin as the world started moving at such speeds that he nearly fainted. Looking to the sky, he saw the infinities of Elise's body and bedroom fly in and out of view before it settled on her vast foot rushing ever closer. Then a massive impact rippled over the surface of Elise's finger, tearing him from her skin and sending him falling miles and miles to land between her toes. He didn't even have time to recover from the landing before the walls of the wrinkle he had landed inside rushed to meet him, killing him the very instant they grazed each other. He revived again as soon as they parted, only to be killed again, and again, and again, between her almighty toes.
Elise laughed and laughed. Even though she couldn't see her little pet anymore, she could faintly sense him down there, and sense his emotions, too—his bottomless fear and despair. After he'd died on her finger, she had cast two spells on him; the first to keep him in her awareness, and the second one a slightly different version of the revival spell, one which would keep reviving him each time he died for as long as the magical energies lasted. Considering how small he was, it would probably take a few million deaths for that to happen. Then, of course, she would recast it to make sure he would keep living and dying on her for ever and ever, never to escape, never to go back to normal, knowing for the rest of his life that he was nothing but a germ on her foot, at the mercy of every little wiggle of her toes. From now until the day she died, he would be all hers~.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
A Fire Emblem Fates story. Elise's pet tiny tries to help her other tiny victims escape. He fails and incurs the princess's wrath.
A sequel to Elise's Toys, published earlier in this collection.
RATING: R
TAGS: Nano, Feet, Crush, Entrapment, Fantasy, Mouth play, Instant size change
Commissioned by Secret256 on DA
A sequel to Elise's Toys, published earlier in this collection.
RATING: R
TAGS: Nano, Feet, Crush, Entrapment, Fantasy, Mouth play, Instant size change
Commissioned by Secret256 on DA