WHAM
Violet's foot pummeled the transfigured mage with her next step and the next after that. Blake was rapidly learning that Violet's sole-- which he had once considered somewhat cute (though of no comparison to Aria's), was significantly less appealing when it was bigger than he was and slamming down on his face repeatedly. And making things worse, was that Blake realized that she wasn't even doing this consciously. Every footfall, every moment of building pressure as her sole flexed and pressed down upon him, before a brief moment of respite, was nothing more than Violet's ordinary, every day footsteps. She was not stomping, running, leaping or even jogging. Something that Blake realized somewhere, deep down, and tried his absolute best to ignore that fact as long as he could, in an effort to do something. Anything.
WHAM
A difficult proposition when Violet's foot flattened down on his face in a repeating, endless, painful cycle.
For Violet's part she didn't even acknowledge Blake's continued torment at her feet. And why would she? Nobody took the time to think about the "suffering" their insoles endured at their feet. Insoles didn't have feelings, after all. Violet just kept on walking along on her paper route, quietly humming to herself, and trying to ignore the rising heat of the day.
"It's going to be a hot one. I can feel it." She murmured, as she continued striding along. Violet was not a huge fan of the heat, and she considered that if she wanted to avoid the worst of it, she would need to pick up the pace soon. As she thought this, her stride quickened. Not quite yet a jog, but faster than the leisurely walk she had been doing, unknowingly, and uncaringly putting more force and pressure into each and every step she took.
It was not something Blake was able to ignore, however. Just as he'd begun to adjust his mind to focus, her footsteps hammered down on him more forcefully, and Blake let out a silent gasp of pain. Unwillingly, he drew in the scent of her dusty foot, as Violet sped up, each new footfall causing Blake to release more exclamations of frustration or pain. He just couldn't focus! Couldn't keep his attention on building up any form of magic long enough to even attempt to make Violet. Her every step shattered it, and forced him to resume from square one! He felt the goth's toes scrunch lightly, pulling and digging into his face slightly, as Violet stopped at a crosswalk, twisting her foot mildly in boredom, and grinding her foot into Blake. And it was beginning to get worse. As Blake struggled vainly beneath his friend's foot, he began to feel something new.
The intense heat of the day was starting to cause Violet to sweat. And unfortunately for Blake, that started at her feet. She hadn't even fully noticed it yet, but already a thin sheen of perspiration was seeping through her soles and dripping onto Blake. The mage, at this point, was firmly disillusioned of his thoughts of Violet's feet being cute, and doubted he'd be able to look at them the same way for weeks after this was over, and Violet was only halfway done her route. She pressed on, her pace quickening and pressing down on Blake. Each footstep caused her soft sole to press Blake down harder, burying the transformed mage under her foot, and flattening him more and more into his new insole form.
Raven did tell me this would be over in seven days right? For an instant Blake was a little nervous. Magic was a fickle mistress and so many things could go wrong with even the best cast spells. Conditions and rules were in place, and Blake earnestly hoped that Violet wouldn't accidentally break one. He was already hitting his limit just from a walk that was less than an hour!
But after awhile, Violet completed her paper route and returned home.
"Whew! I'm glad that's over with!" She said with a chuckle, as she opened the front door, and stepped inside. She hung up her keys, and slid each of her sandals off, making a face as she felt her footwear practically slide off. "Oh man, it was worse than I thought." She said, looking directly at her insole-- directly at Blake!
"Violet! Can you hear me?!" Blake called out to her, straining with all his might to make any sort of motion that Violet might pick up on. But the goth's eyes only reflected mild embarrassment at him, as she began to move Blake back toward the ground. A sweaty imprint of Violet's foot was plastered over Blake, practically imprinting the mage with her footprint. Violet pushed her sandals back away in her room, and began to walk away, Blake staring, helplessly at the soles that had pummeled him walking away, and hoping that Raven hadn't been lying and that he'd be finding himself in a new form soon. Any new form would do, he couldn't handle that again. He knew now he was in the form of Violet's gladiator sandals and that she would absolutely use him again at the first opportunity. Blake wasn't prepared to deal with her soles a second time!
But would Blake be so fortunate?
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