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Timmy was unsure of himself about this decision, but he figured that this was the only way he could get to the queen of Themyscira. Without them spotting, the tiny boy made his way to the nearest pair of feet with leather sandals firmly strapped to them.
The fierce redhead Amazon, Artemis was the closest one that Timmy could get to. At the moment, she was too busy bickering with the ebony giantess, Phillipus to even notice that a tiny son of Man's World was scuttling towards her heels. Timmy managed to reach the left foot of one of Themyscira's most formidable warriors without them noticing. Her sole emanated a certain scent of sweat mixed with something more pleasurable, the smell of a tropical fruit salad mixed with coconut.
She must take special care of her feet while in the shower, Timmy figured.
"Squadron! Move out!" Phillipus barked.
Timmy's timing couldn't have been more impeccable, because the moment the black giantess ordered the troops to move out, the tiny boy managed to get a tight hold of Artemis's sandal straps at the side of her smaller toes. He barely made the time when Artemis’s left foot rose up and fell in a march. Each rise and fall was as scary as the last. It was like holding on the side of a roller coaster in motion. Timmy screamed each time he rose and fell, with his hands on the straps being the only harness restraint on this crazy ride.
Artemis's footfalls boomed in the sand, spraying him with arising dust. After one certain turn to the right, Artemis unknowingly flung the one-inch boy with her foot. The fling loosened Timmy's grip on the sandal straps, so when the boy tried to reclaim his hold, his grip loosened further. While he did, Artemis's foot sunk into a small hill of sand, submerging the boy as quickly as he emerged with the rising foot. Except this time, he didn't stay harnessed against the strap, he was sliding with the sand into the sandal.
Timmy screamed as he slid down that leathery slope for only a second until he was wedged underneath the giantess's sole, pinned underneath the warm flesh in between two giant feminine toes. With it, Timmy was held tight between two of Artemis’s goes and forcibly, unknowingly, and unwillingly carried along for the rough ride.
The smell of fruit and coconut was stronger here. The power of Artemis’s toes clenched the boy between the big toe and the index toe. Timmy screamed as he was subjected to an intensely scary front row seat to the rise and fall of Artemis’s foot without anything else to safely strap himself in. The toes loosened slightly with every rise and then they clenched tightly with every fall. The impact knocked Timmy around a little, enough to disorient him and give him a dizzying headache.
Of course, Timmy wasn’t the only one who felt he was knocking around with each footfall. Not long after her debate with Philippus, Artemis was only several steps into the March when she felt something irritating her left foot. With each step, she felt something in between two of her clenching toes and opted to do something about it. She decided to wriggle her toes, manipulate her digits to push away the tiny obstruction between her foot and her sandal.
Unbeknownst to her, she made a one-inch young boy suffer through it all. The tiny eight year old screamed as suddenly, midway throughout the walk from hell, the giantess wriggled her toes on top of him. The two toes that trapped him smothered Timmy’s tiny body underneath the powerful digits. The five titanic toes squished him against the sandal’s flat. With each little wriggle, Timmy ended up squishing him further and further down and deeper underneath the soft and scented sole. Out of desperation, the crying tiny boy beat against the skin of the foot and bit right into it.
Artemis suddenly grunted at the sharp pain underneath her foot. Perhaps she accidentally picked up a biting ant in her sandal? She wriggled the ball of her foot and pressed it harder against the obstruction in her sandal. It was really wriggling underneath her foot. It felt rather nice, if Artemis was being honest with herself, but it was getting in the way of her march. She stopped her march to loosen up her foot from her sandal and tapped the toe section to force the little bug out.
Sending her discomfort, Philippus halted her company and turned to the high-ranking red-haired Amazon foolishly staying behind just to adjust her foot.
“There had better be a reason for you to be falling out of rank, Artemis,” the general addressed her, to which Artemis replied...
1.) “There is something in my shoe. I need to check it out.” (Artemis lifts her shoe and dumps the "bug" into her hand, revealing it to be the tiny and traumatized Timmy.)
2.) “There is something in my shoe. But it’s nothing, I’m sure.” (Artemis doesn't check her shoe and she marches with her squadron, not realizing that Timmy is forced to endure a long march.)
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