As Weiss was pressed between the folds of Blake’s toes they instinctively clenched down, driving her deep between the digits and carrying her into the air as the Faunus took another step. Barely a second later the foot came down again with punishing force, firmly cementing the unfortunate heiress into her giant teammate’s toe crevice as the slender digits happily ate her up.
Up above Blake just kept walking, paying no mind to what to her was nothing more than another piece of dirt or lint added to the already substantial collection of detritus between her toes. Subconsciously she allowed her toes to shift around their new playmate, rolling her friend’s defenceless body into a small ball utterly covered in toejam and other grime that was being rhythmically squeezed and flattened between its unforgiving captors. Each new step flattened Weiss further, smearing her tortured body across the crevice of the Faunus’ toes.
After nearly a dozen torturous footfalls the partners finally stopped near the center of the mat, Yang quickly moving to stretch her arms as Blake worked out a kink in her back, mewling lightly at the pleasant sensation and casually shifting her toes against the mat. The mat here was spongy enough to fill the gaps between the girl’s toes as she scrapped them against the cushioned surface, unmindful of the slight smudges of sweat and grime she left in their wake.
For Weiss, her experience between Blake’s toes had seemed like it lasted an eternity, her body reduced to a mangled mess scrapped from between her friend’s toes and left twitching on the mat. The Faunus’ toejam was now caked over her entire body, obscuring her porcelain skin, and the smell of the bigger girl’s feet felt like it would never leave her. Whereas previously her body had started to reform as soon as the pressure released, this time it needed time to recover first and the shrunken student was left completely defenceless as a shadow once again fell upon her.
Taking a step closer to her partner, Yang was blissfully oblivious to her tiny teammate as the poor girl disappeared beneath her weight, trapped right at the centre of the blonde’s sole. Under ordinary circumstances this position would have been an improvement over some of Weiss’s previous torments, but unfortunately her curvaceous teammate chose this moment to start warming up the muscles of her thighs, lifted one leg high into the air while grinding the other down deeper into the mat. Of course, it wasn’t the foot over Weiss that had lifted.
Now compressed under Yang’s entire weight, the tiny girl wanted to scream but couldn’t even summon the strength to do that. Though she had experienced the full weight of her crushers before when they had stepped upon her that had lasted only a moment, whereas now the weight of the blonde continued to press down on her with an unrelenting fury. The sweat and the heat of the giant foot bore down upon her, functioning much like an iron as it pressed her ever deeper into the mat. Eventually the mat could sink no further and there was nothing left to lessen the force that seemed intent on reducing Weiss to nothing more than a two dimensional sticker.
This torture continued for a full ten seconds before Yang finally took a step back and switched legs, leaving behind an imprint that would take several moments to reform and a now entirely indistinguishable smear of sweat and toejam that had once been a fellow member of team RWBY.
At this point Weiss fully expected to be crushed once more underfoot as the partners shifted above her, and as a new shadow obscured her vision she resigned herself to her fate, only to feel confusion as the shape of a hand, not a foot, came into focus. For a moment, hope blossomed in the heiress’s flattened chest. Hope that she had been seen, that she would be rescued. But that hope was destroyed along with her body as the hand failed to slow and came down on her with crushing force.
Slowly bending backwards to place her hands flat on the mat, Blake gradually, carefully, propelled herself up into a slow-motion handstand, stretching out every link kink in her back and sides as she did so. The muscles of her core protested as one leg and then the other lifted, leaving her abdominal muscles to carry the full weight of her lower body as her hands clenched down hard and she straightened her now completely upside body so that her feet pointed at the ceiling. Next to her Yang gave a low whistle, complementing the Faunus’ impressive flexibility and strength as she lifted one hand and held it behind her back, now supported entirely on the strength of one splayed hand.
Finding herself for the first time under something other than a foot, Weiss glumly noted that there really wasn’t much of a difference. Blake’s hand was cleaner than her foot had been but was still unpleasantly moist with perspiration and the weight of her body was cramming the tiny student into the lines of the palm with tremendous force. The weight momentarily decreased as the larger girl returned her other hand to the mat only to immediately multiply as Blake pushed down and then propelled herself into the air. Mostly obscured with toejam and grime, Weiss could only look on in horror as her teammate performed a half-somersault and crashed down upon her with both feet.
Clapping merrily at her partner’s display Yang stepped forward with a happy laugh and playfully lifted the Faunus into the air, ignoring Blake’s grumbled protests. Neither girl noticed the now thoroughly smeared Weiss revealed in the chasm left by the brunette’s feet as she was lifted, who promptly disappeared once again as the blonde took a half-step forward and caught the thoroughly unfortunate heiress beneath her toes. Still holding her partner aloft, the brawler casually shifted her weight forward on her feet and hoisted Blake up to shoulder height, unknowingly driving the defenceless body of her friend deep between the digits of her right foot.
Though somewhat annoyed at the exuberant girl’s actions, Blake still spared her partner a small fond smile. “I appreciate your enthusiasm Yang. But if you wouldn’t mind I’d prefer to be on the ground.” The taller girl laughed in response and spun her friend around for good measure, pivoting on the toes of her right foot before stepping forward and obediently returning her to her own two feet. “Heh, sorry about that partner. You were so awesome though. I’ll never be that flexible.”
As the two partners continued their playful banter Weiss was left behind, now more squished than ever thanks to being twisted around beneath Yang’s toes as the larger girl had spun around. Her clothes had been all but destroyed, she was covered from head to toe in sweat and grime and every part of her body had been mangled beyond human recognition. The smell of her teammate’s feet had not only invaded her nostrils but seemingly her whole body as well. She could taste their feet at this point, even when they were no longer standing on her and her entire body was unpleasantly warm from the residual heat. Worse of all though was the excruciating agony as her thoroughly mashed body struggle desperately to reform, to escape from the oblivious titans above her.
At this point Weiss just wanted it all to end. Even if it meant her death she just wanted to be released from this torment. And yet, staring up at the ceiling, her view was inevitably filled by…
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