This choice: Corrin wakes up as Hana finishes, to the horrible sweaty aftermath • Go Back... "HAH!" With a fierce shout, Hana struck one last powerful blow on the practice dummy before her. The dummy rattled noisily on its support even as Hana returned her sword to its place on the rack.
"Whew!" she sighed, wiping gobs of sweat from her brow as she walked over to a bench at the far end of the room. She was disappointed that Corrin had never joined her, but she couldn't help the sense of pride that came with a good training session. Now she deserved a rest. She plopped down on the bench and kicked back, relieving some of the pressure on the prisoner beneath her sole.
Corrin had only just come to, the horror that her situation hadn't been a nightmare was setting in, and things had somehow gotten worse. The princess hadn't had time to notice the scent of her unwitting captors feet before, but now, after her intense workout, the smell of Hana's massive feet overwhelmed her senses. She was practically floating in a sea of warm foot sweat that had already soaked her from the hair on her head to the sole's of her own bare feet.
Corrin's only thoughts in this moment were to somehow make her way to freedom. She had no way of knowing that the nearest exit from under her friend's gargantuan soles was miles away, but her survival instinct compelled her. She felt too weak to stand, and she knew the shock waves created by Hana's movements would inevitably knock her to the ground anyway, so she crawled desperately through the darkness in the direction she hoped would be the quickest route to freedom. Her best chance to escape would be while Hana wasn't moving. The dragon princess scrambled pathetically through the knee-high sea of perspiration. Even on all fours, the tremors of Hana's toes colliding idly with her sandal knocked Corrin face first into the sweat, forcing her to hold her breath in the fragrant liquid between labored breaths.
The humiliation of the experience paled in comparison to her growing fear. If she lived through this, she would probably smell like Hana's feet forever, but she would gladly accept that eventuality if it could mean being free of the sweltering pitch black swamp that threatened to become her permanent home, or worse: her grave. Minutes passed with no sign of light, and she began to panic.
"Hana!" she called out, wasting air that she knew was precious in hope of any kind of aid. She crawled a few more feet, but of course the response she was hoping for never came. "HANA!" she screamed. "PLEASE!"
Another few yards. "HELP ME!" Nothing. The darkness' complete indifference to her struggle was maddening, and Corrin's terror was soon accompanied by frustration and anger.
"DOWN HERE!" She continued to splash through the unending mire of sweat.
"I'M UNDER YOUR FOOT, HANA!" Splash splash splash.
"PLEASE!" Splash splash.
"YOU HAVE TO FIND ME!" splash. "SAVE ME!"
In her frenzy, Corrin quickened her pace, but tripped, her face dipping violently into liquid beneath her for a moment. She coughed and spluttered, her pace slowing down again. Tears begin to well in her eyes, though they were impossible to distinguish from the sweat that dominated her.
"Please," she sobbed, "I don't want to die down here..."
Splash. Splash. Splash.
"I don't belong down here..."
Splash. Splash.
"I'M NOT A BUG!" she finally screamed. And then she froze.
Of course she wasn't a bug. She wasn't even a bug. She was so much smaller than that. She'd seen how thoroughly dwarfed she was by the digits of Hana's foot. Corrin barely qualified as dust by comparison. She practically deserved to be forgotten under Hana's sole and washed away with a drop of sweat, never to be seen or heard from again.
Corrin sat back on her knees, defeated. Tears melded seamlessly with the layer of foreign sweat already covering her face. She sobbed quietly for a moment. Then shook her head. She couldn't be thinking like this. She wasn't dead yet. Even if things were hopeless, they could always be worse. She could have been stuck inside Felicia's thigh-high stocking, or trapped deep inside Setsuna's knee-high boot. The sweat-coated princess shuddered at the thought. Who even knew if the flighty archer ever remembered to take those things off? She was on a sandal. By definition there had to be a way off. So she had to try. She was dehydrated, no doubt. That certainly couldn't be helping her mental state. She hadn't been paying attention to how thirsty she actually was. And then she realized she was surrounded by water. She had to survive. So she did the unthinkable.
She bent down, her nose a few inches above the lake that surrounded her. She inhaled deeply, but there was no discernible difference between the scent of the bodily fluid and the ubiquitous aroma of feet that seemed to permeate her entire universe. She lowered her lips to the water and began to drink. She expected to feel complete revulsion as the liquid passed over her tongue, but the mouthful of sweat simply tasted like warm water with a vague hint of salt. It was almost delicious given how thoroughly parched she was. She gulped it down greedily.
She sat back on her feet. Taking in the full weight of how humiliating what she had done really was. She had just willingly drunk several mouthfuls of her own friend's foot sweat, and even somewhat enjoyed the flavor. If she lived through this, she could never speak a word of it to Hana, no matter how inexplicable the fact that Corrin would probably be foot-scented for the rest of her days became. She would confide in Azura, of course, although given her wife's sense of humor, she would probably never live this down. Her wife would probably teasingly ask for foot rubs or, given her penchant for lakes, jokingly offer to let Corrin go for a swim under her feet. Maybe she'd have to, Corrin thought morosely. She still had no idea if Azura could reverse the song's effect on her. But that would still be preferable to this. Even if she had to live out the rest of her days swimming between her wife's toes, she'd give anything to be noticed. To be known. Azura would go to the ends of the earth to make her feet the perfect home for Corrin, and she'd certainly never forget she was there.
As twisted as her thinking had become, it was comforting. And comfort always brought Camilla to mind. Corrin's elder sister was occasionally extreme in her methods, and her doting could become tedious, but there was nobody in the world she felt like she could trust as much as Camilla. No matter what happened, Camilla was always there for her. Corrin could always turn to the Nohrian princess for guidance, support, love, or just unconditionally having her back. Even in the worst of times, Camilla would let her rest her head on her lap and stroke her hair until it seemed like all of her problems went away. She wondered what that would be like at her current size. Laying on her truly big sister's nearly infinite thigh, staring up at her beautiful face as if it were the sky. The thought brought her peace. Even at this size, Camilla could be no danger to her at all. She blushed as an image entered her mind, of Camilla gently plucking Corrin's dust mite-like body from her lap, and lowering her into her cleavage. By all accounts her sister's breasts should be terrifying at her size, if not already so at normal size. But even though they would be practically flesh planets by comparison, Corrin just couldn't picture them bringing any harm unto her. She pictured the armored boots that her sister wore. Even then, there was no contest between that and any of the other boots she could be trapped in. Camilla's hygiene was immaculate. It probably smelled great inside her sister's boot, she probably didn't sweat at all, and her feet must be so soft that being stepped on would feel like a hug from a pretty cloud. As implausible as those assumptions may have been, they brought Corrin further comfort. No matter what happened, she'd get out of this, and her wife and big sister would take care of her, even if she never returned to normal size.
These thoughts might have been indecent, even unhealthy, given the crush she'd always suppressed on her stunningly attractive big sister. But being lost or squashed under the sweaty feet of an unwitting giantess was far more unhealthy, so she quite literally bigger concerns at the moment than potentially incestuous thoughts. She'd already married her cousin anyway. Why stop now?
But just as Corrin had finished steeling herself, in her own unorthodox way, and resolved to press onward, Hana stirred.
The sweaty samurai opened her brown eyes and slowly sat up, stretching both arms above her head with a slight moan. The motion caused her sandal to tilt forward, and far below her the microscopic dragon princess was suddenly caught in a raging river of sweat flowing towards the toe of the footwear. Corrin had no idea what was happening as she was submerged beneath a torrent of foot juice, tumbling head over heals in the rapid current. Finally the current slowed enough for her to force her head above the water and, after gulping down more of Hana's sweat, filled her lungs with air. As the tide of flowing sweat lost its momentum, Corrin spilled out onto the soggy black surface of the kingdom that was Hana's sandal. She was momentarily blinded by light filtering down from above, and realized she was back under the samurai's toes.
Corrin was relieved, but Hana wasn't settled yet. With a flick of her ankle, the swordswoman kicked her feet up onto her heels. Corrin was sent skyward, but was blinded by the transition from only partial light, leaving her with no idea what her trajectory was. She landed with a soft thud, face pressed into a soft sweaty surface that was somehow even more fragrant than the cavern she had just escaped.
Hana looked down at her toes in admiration; working up a sweat always filled her with pride. She began to wiggle them, unbeknownst to the plight of her shrunken friend trapped between them.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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