“Heck. If you’re letting your dogs loose…”

Altria exhaled in relief. Despite not fearing or hating the Queen anymore, she still felt a need to maintain some sense of decorum when it came to attire. Thus, she had kept her blue boots buttoned up. With that notion set to the side. The blonde faerie of paradise slumped down and unbuttoned the blue footwear. She pried her foot off the leathery texture and…

Haaah~

Thud

Thud

“That’s the stuff.”

Unlike Morgan, the blonde faerie of paradise had grown up in a stable. Housing that would conventionally be meant for farm-life. Thus, having her feet contained in such fine clothing was nice for the faerie. As Altria liked looking prim and proper. 

Despite how dressing in such garb was occasionally discomforting for the blonde faerie of paradise. This was due to Altria’s still improving self-derision of herself and poor social upbringing. Regardless, if there was one thing that was true, it was that she felt that those boots were much too stuffy. 

The tomboy plopped her unpolished feet in between the pale slabs of meat that extended from Morgan’s legs. Altria’s own peachy soles were placed on both sides of Morgan’s upturned left foot. The right foot, resting down on cold floor, was pressed down, and so too was the mysterious object. The silver-haired faerie of paradise, having felt that her right foot received enough stimulation from kneading this malleable toy right down to her heel and back, decided that it was time that her left foot received the same attention. As she was about to toss the foot toy towards her left sole.

Ah~

Why is the recreational room’s floor so cold?

Altria shivered. The chilling sensation traveled up her heels and towards the tips of her toes and back. Such a needed relief compelled the blonde faerie of paradise to bring the rest of her upturned foot down. The left sole descended to the floor just as Morgan made the movement for the switch. However, Altria’s foot was fast enough to catch the object within the underside of her sole before it could reach Morgan’s expecting foot.

Oh~

Altria felt the fragile heat and frame of the existence. The blonde faerie of paradise nearly made the same mistake in judgement as Morgan. That it was just some malleable toy for her to take her stress out on. However, the tomboy knew better. She felt the slightest throb, distinct from the greater pulse of pooling blood in her sole, followed by a vibration and movement that was not entirely due to the manipulation of the country faerie’s left sole. It seemed that a living and breathing organism was trapped underneath her foot.

A bug.

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Ritsuka’s head spun. 

She was sure that this sudden impact had caused blood to hemorrhage in her cranium. However, such an estimation might have been an over-exaggeration. As the shrunken woman’s existence had become a painful one. It would be incredibly difficult for the master to be able to separate the pain she felt from being toyed with by the Faerie Queen’s pale sole and the signs of increased intracranial pressure. Furthermore, such an estimation, typically reserved for clinical experts, would be harder to make in the new terrain of golden-pink skin. 

The master did not need to hear the softer voice rumble in the distance. Even the blood that flowed through the meat of Altria’s sole felt different to the pulse in Morgan’s foot. That was not important. 

Ritsuka, who was convinced she had already been through the worse experience possible under a faerie’s foot, was proven wrong. Despite all the detritus that clung to the pale waves of sole flesh on the Queen’s sole, it was just the leftover residue after a thorough and meticulous scrub and cleansing. The silver-haired faerie of paradise had gone to extremes so that her body would be immaculate. Thus, only Ritsuka, a shrunken human, was able to observe the dirt and sweat droplets that collected in the crevices of Morgan’s sole.

In fact, Morgan’s sole was both creamy and soft, in comparison to Altria’s own veritable tons of meat. The bottom of her foot was relatively caked with dirt and grime. Some of which were big enough to be held by two of Ritsuka’s hands. It was this difference that made it clear to the shrunken woman that she couldn’t be any bigger than one or two inches. Not small enough to hide inside the wrinkles of the building-sized foot, and not big enough for the silver-haired faerie of paradise to recognize that she might have been a living and breathing being that wanted to be recognized. However, it was just the right size for Ritsuka to experience the agony of the blonde faerie of paradise’s sole. The rippled landscape bore none of the merciful softness of the Queen’s foot. The one that nearly obliterated Ritsuka in her entirety.

No…oh god no…

The master felt her body contort and bend as the waves of briny flesh tugged her body along. Just like Morgan’s foot, Altria’s peachy sole wanted to toy with the shrunken woman. To derive pleasure as it bent Ritsuka to her will. Or at least bent her body in half.

I…I have to do something…

The tears that trickled out of Ritsuka’s eyes had dried. Thus, a fresh stabbing pain was centered around her orbits. The shrunken woman’s eyes were forced to look at the rougher center of Altria’s foot as it way with her body. Giving it an intrusive massage. One that tenderized her already sensitive breasts. The residues of arousal were undesirably stoked. Ritsuka felt like vomiting up the foot grunge she gobbled up earlier. By the reality that she was putty under the flesh of a faerie and was brought to the brink in more ways than one.

Did they even notice me?

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Altria couldn’t help but smirk as a tincture of sadness crested on Morgan’s face. The latter having just lost her stress ball. Her toes grasped around, while carefully avoiding Altria’s own foot, for the lost toy. The former’s feelings were more complex. As the tomboy, having lived a great portion of her life in a barn had many experiences with bugs in the past. They were the only things beneath her when she was kept by her “family and friends”. People that abused her mentally, emotionally, and sometimes physically. The blonde faerie of paradise was unable to do anything as they called her their future hero, while behind her back they contemplated whether they should sell her life to Queen Morgan’s army for scraps. Thus, Altria had grown fond of toying with the smallest of insects in her barn. Usually when no one was looking as she didn’t want to be made fun of. 

Come on. Squirm!

“Now…Altria, I inquired for your company for a specific reason. As we may have been enemies in the past, but we are also each other’s kin.”

Morgan, now without an outlet for her aggravations, continued the conversation where they left off.

“Yea! I know you well enough. I was raised to kill you after all. I’m guessing that there is a specific reason for your worries.”

Oh yea…you’re a lively one.

Altria ground her foot against the floor. Rolling the insect to and fro within the folds of her sole. Fortunately, the blonde faerie of paradise’s actions was awarded. As the increased force had earned the tomboy the reaction she was looking for.

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Morgan’s feet, for as destructive as they were, were eclipsed by the profound pungency of the tomboy’s soles. 

Ritsuka tried to keep a tight grip of her sanity, but the sodden beefy wrinkles had a tighter hold on her body. The pressure was unrelenting. Altria’s wrinkled arch pushed down with as much force as the Queen’s heel. Despite the blonde-haired faerie of paradise weighing less than the silver-haired faerie of paradise. The difference being that Morgan was gently playing with her toy. While the blonde faerie of paradise was using the bug as an outlet of her frustrations. 

The hardened surface of the bottom of the tomboy’s foot was not without its variety. As the vinegary clods of dirt, that speckled the meaty underside, were oversaturated with a liquid brine. Such that every part of the shrunken woman that was not covered by the foot’s muscle, was instead an open space for that perspiration to flow through. With it, a mephitic atmosphere that condensed within the gasping master’s lungs. 

I…Is…she doing this on purpose—

Ritsuka’s head throbbed. Interrupting all thought. As the pressure around her exploded. Then she felt her body, compressed even tighter than when she was under Morgan’s heel, tugged and pulled along with a building of flesh that rubbed against Chaldea’s floor. 

CRACK

One of the first bones to snap were the small calcium structures that composed the shrunken woman’s wrists. Her bondage was not enough to endure the shearing force brought upon by a tidal wave of powerful flesh. A sharp heat, that sapped the temperature from the rest of Ritsuka’s chest, collected around the center of it. The iron taste that bubbled up the shrunken woman’s throat conferred to her what was happening. One of her ribs, creaking under the pressure of tons of vinegary meat, had punctured a vital structure.

Altria wasn’t just toying this bug. She was seeking to reduce it to a smear under the bottommost part of her body. It was after this realization that Ritsuka realized her own mortality. 

She was going to die.

Thus, she ignored the pain and struggled against the streaming underside and torrential downpour of sweat. Even as she felt countless parts of her body twist or break against the restraining latex cocoon. All to evoke a change under a faerie that seemed to want to cause her as much suffering as possible. To somehow survive and live past this point.

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“As the sole master of Chaldea, Ritsuka has been here for far longer than either of us. Within the company of some servants that I would hazard to say are our equals or even greater in some aspects of might.”

Altria nodded along with Morgan was saying. Giving as much attention as she needed to the Queen. The blonde faerie of paradise knew that she should be more attentive. However, she rationalized that her immature desire, of tormenting the bug underneath her foot, was a way of keeping focused. After all, Altria had her own anxieties of fitting in at Chaldea. As she didn’t mesh as well with everyone as she did with the master. In fact, the blonde faerie of paradise would be a lot more relaxed if Ritsuka was here. She was a good friend. One who might have had her flaws, but in some ways was a human that was stronger than even the faerie of paradise.

“However, things have changed since then. Namely a new servant was summoned to Chaldea.”

Fortunately, I have you to keep me company.

Altria lifted the foot that entrapped the wriggling worm. The blonde faerie of paradise’s eyes flitted down to the disgusting insect. She saw the shiny black carapace and its slightly discolored face plastered to the bottom of her left foot. Such an appearance was just an open invitation for Altria to take out her frustrations. Especially since it was just an insect. Organisms that couldn’t perceive pain as saliently as humans or faeries. If it could perceive such sensations, then the tomboy, as a past victim of abuse, would likely make sure that it was out of harm’s way.

“The one that I’m talking about is Oberon.”

Instead, Altria raised her other foot and brought the two together for a meaty sandwich. The country faerie’s toes grazing the edges of Morgan’s own feet. 

Altria wanted to sigh from how the weak bug activated the Fae Markings within her soles. Conduits of sensation and power that served as a faerie’s neuron analogue. Its slow demise was a nostalgic toe-curling experience. A bliss that the country faerie hadn’t experienced since her life in the stables. It was a pleasing memory in an otherwise horrid childhood.

Thus, Altria relished the blissful tickle brought to her calloused feet by the increasingly strong jerks of the bug. A sensation that supplanted the minor dread that the blonde faerie of paradise felt when she heard Oberon’s name uttered. The tomboy, who once felt indebted to the individual, could only feel a subdued rage after his betrayal of Chaldea in the past. Thus, when she heard his name, the muscles in her legs tensed. Pushing the arches of her two bare feet together in an embrace that even sealed away oxygen. 

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Ritsuka’s struggles intensified as her time under the unrelenting sole continued uninterrupted. The pain became so intense that she had become numb to it. Thus, unthinking, the shrunken master tried to use this to her advantage to squirm even more strongly. To get Altria’s attention that she was something more than a bug underfoot. However, the master’s actions only further solidified that very role within the tomboy’s mind. 

Time was running out. 

Ritsuka’s adrenaline rush was dampening, but not as much as the space that she was entombed in. Within this sweltering vacuum, created within Altria’s foot entombment, sweat poured freely. Hot liquid that trailed down from the rest of the blonde faerie of paradise’s body. Courtesy of Chaldea’s faulty A/C system. The thick globules of brine that spilled and collected around the shrunken woman. It was a deluge of fluid that absorbed and concentrated the grime of dirt that peppered Altria’s sole. Thus, as time had passed, this slimy concoction formed a film over the already latex-restrained master. Rivulets of stringy perspiration that collected over her body.

No…

Ritsuka felt the hardening of the salty liquid around her body. She felt her heart descend. The self-destructive efforts of her body to gain the giant faerie’s attention or somehow slip out from under the deathly slab of meat, soon yielding less and less results.

But then, for a moment, it seemed like Ritsuka’s prayers were answered. A blast of cold air blasted against the shrunken woman’s back side. Her mind strained while her body swung along with the reorienting foot. The tomboy had turned her sole upwards such that it was exposed and facing a side. An action that exposed the bottom of Altria’s foot to open atmosphere. The master would have used this opportunity to try to escape, but her body was tightly adhered by the salty residues that layered over her.

Something…something that I could do…

Ritsuka tried to turn her head. To strain her eyes to look for anything that she could use to pull herself. Perhaps a stray thread or a weak spot in the viscous brine. Instead, she saw the face of the blonde-haired faerie of paradise. Like a radiant sun in the sky that the master was too lowly to observe directly. A sun that would be too bright for the bug and burn its vision. 

Altria…

Ritsuka, noticed that the tomboy was staring directly at her. The shrunken woman tried to open her mouth, but only blood spilled out. The metric tons of pressure that she was forced to undergo had robbed the master of what little voice she had left. Thus, Ritsuka could not rely on her speech to get the blonde faerie of paradise to notice her.

Her Fae Eyes…she’ll be able to notice the truth of my existence…

After surviving near suffocation and having her body pulverized, Ritsuka’s mind clung tightly to this shred of hope. That the unique quality of faeries of paradise, to see through all falsehoods, would reveal the shrunken woman’s identity to Altria. As it was all that was keeping the master sane at this point. Then she heard the trembling release of dirt and a light stream of liquids in the distance.

Wait…why is she smiling?

The source of that noise neared the shrunken woman’s body. Her body heaved as she felt the foot that she was stuck to…begin to move.

Can she not see my truth?

It didn’t dawn on Ritsuka, until it was too late that she was simply too small and insignificant in this form for the Fae eyes to register her existence. That all Altria could see was a bug smeared with the natural oils of her foot. About to crash into her adjacent upturned sole. That the bug was just a means for Altria to feed her sadistic appetite. 

That Ritsuka’s current existence was just that little to the tomboy and the Queen. That they would use her for their own benefit without even questioning it. 

This heart-shattering realization was made clear when the shrunken woman felt her back pressed against a new surface. 

A weathered plain soaked in dirt and seawater. A second oceanic expanse of foot muscle that tensed and drew near. A trap of heat, wet dirt, and meat that entrapped the shrunken woman. 

Ritsuka screamed an inaudible cry. The cruel glint in Altria’s eyes were the last thing the shrunken woman saw before being squished in between the musky coffin. 

The sensations that bug was forced to endure had now magnified. Within this entrapment of flesh, the conduction of organic warmth pooled in the space that the master resided in. Two unyielding walls of meaty pressure only increased that scorching hole’s temperature. Until it reached a comparable heat to that of being stranded in a desert. However, unlike that wasteland, there was a constant flow of Altria’s salty body fluids. Pooling around Ritsuka’s form.

Time moved slowly. Much too slowly. As the shrunken woman felt her hopes shrivel up and die. Thus, she could only wait for death to consume her as the tomboy’s feet had. For the ripe sole to squeeze her body paper thin, and for her organs to squish together into homogenous goo. The master could already feel significant bones snap and break within the bondage that kept her body protected against only so much. The opening over her face, with all her sensory structures, was forced to experience the cruel vinegary rot that was exuded by a thick atmosphere and unending terrain. 

Morgan…Altria…

Ritsuka’s body began to convulse. The shrunken woman’s senses throbbed and then was consumed by a white light repeatedly. The neurons in her body were caught in a deathly loop of sending the painful nervous information the master’s cranium. In an attempt to communicate that her body was about to expire. However, no matter how intense the sensory information was, there was simply no changing that Ritsuka was Altria’s bug to crush. Thus, all that this pounding of deathly odors, pressure, and heat resulted in was the shrunken woman reaching death sooner. 

Ritsuka’s mind unspooled, like thick thread, before her body would expire. Memories flowed through her head. Of the master’s time in Chaldea. When she would venture forth through many Singularities and Lostbelts. 

Meanwhile, her form would violently convulse against the collapsing oceans of foot flesh. The pressure increasing cataclysmically as nearly every joint in the shrunken woman’s body were either popped or were crushed.

Then Ritsuka recalled recent memories. Altria and Morgan being summoned to Chaldea. 

The joy that filled them when those faeries when they saw that Habetrot was here as well. The private times that the master spent with Morgan. The pale Queen’s blue glossed lips embracing her own. The quiet moments of friendship, interspersed with zany hijinks, with the tomboy of a faerie, Altria. Bothering others and coincidently forming new bonds between other servants and the tomboy faerie.

Those memories cycled within Ritsuka until her body stopped moving. The pressure of Altria’s feet rose to a critical point as the shrunken woman’s thoughts began to terminate.

Then it ended.